“Yeah, I got it.
“Good! Here’s our deal: If I believe you, you win. If I don’t believe you, you lose. If you win, nothing happens to you. If you lose, you will be punished. We’ll start harmlessly and the punishment will be: if you’re not convincing, you’ll get a lash. If you don’t convince me ten times, you’ll get ten lashes for each additional time. If there are also ten lashes, I will nail your nipples to a board. If you’re still stupid, I’ll nail your hands to the wooden floor. And then I’m gonna nail your labia. And then your feet. If I nail your feet, you’re worthless and you’ll be thrown to the dogs.” She took a break. “I don’t care, because the film we’re gonna make will sell the same as your sale. Maybe a little less. But I had a good time instead.” She laughed bitterly again. “Get it?”
I nodded. “Yes, I got it!”
“Do you find me beautiful?”
“Mistress, I love you!”
The negress looked at me. “Not bad at all,” she said appreciatively.
“You want to suck my cunt?”
“Yes, I’m greedy for it!”
“Nah, that was nothing.” She drew a line on a piece of paper.
“Imagine me sitting with my ass on your face and you have to smell and lick my dirty hole. Does the thought make you horny?”
“Yes, mistress. Very. I love the taste of asshole. The dirtier, the better!”
“Weeeell. Yeah, you’re on the right track.”
“Did you like the taste of Nero’s doggy asshole?”
“I loved the taste!” I claimed. “It was so disgusting and I felt so rotten, it excited me like never before!”
She raised her eyebrows. “Hmm, yeah, you sound convincing.” After a short pause, “The men at the crossroads: Which one did you like best?”
I thought of something. “The old man whose piss I had to swallow at the end. He couldn’t get it up, but he stank so bad and his ass was so far gone I was proud to serve him!”
I was beginning to understand the trick. There was something in me that had wished for all the things I had suffered the last few days. I wanted it and I had to go into that very part of me, accept it and love it and thus bring it out in front of the negress. Then I convinced her.
“You like eating dog shit?”
“Yes, very…” I wanted to start, but the negress was already on the prowl.
“Nah, that wasn’t convincing! That was a lie. Empty. Wrong. Next question: I bloodied your fat udders with the electric cable. Do you want me to do it again?”
“Mistress, I beg you. I beseech you. I have hated it, but there is nothing I wish for more than to be humiliated and tortured to the point of blood by you. I don’t want to live without the dirt and the pain anymore.”
That convinced the Negress again. And so it went back and forth for quite a long time, and in the end I only had 9 lines on the piece of paper, which I found bravura for the difficulty of the task. Nine lashes with the whip I would endure.
“Ok, you passed this test”, she said appreciatively and I felt how great pride flowed through my body. “You know what’s missing now?”
I was thinking. What was missing? I hesitated: “That I’m being fucked by a dog?”
“Bingo!” she said laughing. “This is the last film before the final auction! You know how dogs fuck?”
I said no.
“It doesn’t really matter how big the dogs are. Because a dog’s cock will cause you considerable pain no matter what hole it pokes into. That’s because of the knot that forms at the back of the root. It’s the size of a tennis ball, and only when the knot has grown to its full size does the dog fuck you properly and squirt loads of sperm into you. We always do it so that we only let the dogs fuck you in the ass. It’s more painful, and these little piglets scream so pretty when fucked in the ass by the knot.”
“Is a dog turned on when it sees a human’s ass?”
The Negress laughed. “Dogs don’t go for naked women who show their holes to them. And even if you’re a real bitch, the dog won’t get horny looking at you!” The black woman pulled a brownish pill out of the side pocket of her dressing gown and held it between her thumb and forefinger in front of my face. “It’s a pheromone. A dog pheromone. We could spray it on the outside of your holes, but it stinks and no man wants to touch you with again. Three days you will take it”, she handed it to me and on my questioning look she signaled me to swallow it, “then you will give off a real mutt smell that will make the males burst. Humans don’t smell this hormone at all. Dogs do.”
“Nevertheless: dogs need to be trained with the hormone as well. Although the hormone makes them horny, they have a natural instinct not to jump on humans. Of course we want to change that. So the dogs will perceive the smell of your dog cunt, but their owners still have to make them actually mount and jump on the sow that is offering her holes to them. Untrained dogs are no big fun, but trained dogs are. They don’t care about the hole they fuck into, as long as they can jump, ram, knot and cum. What they hit with their dick is secondary. As long as it’s a hole. But we’ll find a receptive hole in you.” She laughed at me again.
“What about Nero?”
“Let Nero fuck you, you mean?”
I nodded.
“A race Rottweiler for a sow like you?!”, she shook her head, “No! You’re too far down for Nero. You’re already allowed to lick his ass, that’s enough. Nero is not a fuck-dog! I got some mongrel in my head who’s cunt free right now. It’s very popular in the movies and it’s fucking men’s asses right now, if I’m not mistaken. The male dog is not very big, but very agile and always horny. His cock is really not pretty, runs together in front so pointed and comes perhaps only with 7 inches. But the knot is very neat and he rams it mercilessly into every hole. We’re just getting it ready for you. Are you happy now?”
“Oh yes, very!”
“Bullshit!”, she made a tenth dash, “but it doesn’t matter. Ten strokes with the whip and we’ll see how many times you can offer your holes to the first mutt. You know dogs really shoot a lot of liquid and they can fuck again a minute later?”
I shook my head.
“Well, now you know! Plus, we’re gonna film you nice and pretty so everybody can see that you’re lower than any nigga. And don’t forget: you’ll be begging for everything and asking us to fuck you, whip you and let dogs fuck you. You’re gonna show in that movie that you want it all the way it happens. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress!”
“Good. Now lie down and open your mouth. I want to piss in your mouth now and then let you suck me off for the climax! Go!”
And so it happened!
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VIII
INITIATION
I took the pheromones twice more before the negress, the young man and another older black man came back into my dungeon. The older man was fat and had a grey unkempt beard. On a leash he led a greyish-brownish dog with short strong legs. In my opinion a terrier mixture, stocky and muscular. The negress ordered me to clean myself and to put an enema to rinse my bowels. I did as I was told, while the three (or four) watched me through the bars.
The Negress instructed the young man with the camera what was important: close-ups of the holes, the udders and the dirt: as soon as sperm, piss or shit was involved, he should film my reaction, my disgust, my wheezing, my choking.
“Once her tongue is in an ass, you get close. I want to see her lips work and her tongue lick everything and go into the hole. Then get your tongue pointed at you and zoom in when shit’s stickin’ to it.“
The young man nodded and said that it was not the first time he had done it.
“When the dog fucks her, we’ll use two cameras again. I’ll film her stupid face in the front and you film her asshole getting ripped open from behind! Cut, reverse cut!”
The young man looked annoyed at the ceiling.
“Hey, all right, remember, the instructions come from Hank!”
Addressing the old man, the negress asked how he liked me, and he commented on my nakedness, my voluptuous udders and my bulging pelvis, and stated that although I had a little too little fat on my ribs for his niggas, I was ideal nigga fuck meat from the point of view of my equipment. The youngster began to film.
“She is fertile and absolutely in heat as soon as she sees black skin,” the Negress replied. “And she is receptive. Ass, cunt, mouth are there to be filled by everyone!”
“Yeah,” the old man said, “I’ve seen the movies. The fact that she even sticks her tongue up the ass of bums and sucks it without grumbling until she cum was impressive! Is she on drugs?”
The Negress shook her head. “No, not right now. Only the pheromone gets her. She’s doing all this because she owes Hank deep.”
All of a sudden a mobile phone beeped. The old man looked at his watch. “Shit, I forgot all about Jeff.” He squeezed his phone and held it to his ear. While he was listening, he talked a bit quieter to the negress: “Jeff is standing in front of the door. I forgot all about that. With Rita. He’s gotta teach that cunt a lesson. Problem?”
The Negress shook her head. “Nah, they can watch us kick the shit out of that whore. No problem!”
The old man exchanged a few more words and then ended the conversation.
“Did Rita fuck up again?” asked the nigga, and the old man described in nigga slang how she tried to rip off a customer. I didn’t get it all, but Rita seemed like a street whore or a drug mule or something. Something about drugs was definitely involved.
In the meantime I had finished my cleaning and was now completely naked with my arms crossed behind my head and squatting in the middle of the room. Only then did the Negress open the gate, and the three of them came up to me and examined: “Today is your big day!” The Negress stroked me over the head, touched my breasts. “Don’t forget to beg for everything,” she said softly, “otherwise it’s going to be uncomfortable for you.”
Suddenly from above, noise could be heard, calls, footsteps and voices coming closer. Three young male blacks entered the room in a noisy manner, half-breeds, like wannabe rappers with long gold chains, tall and with a broad grin, but still very young. They were wearing black leather jackets, torn T-shrits, sneakers and their wide jeans were hanging down their knees. In their midst they dragged a likewise very young black woman in a short one-piece suit. That had to be Rita. She was very thin and very scared, and the one-piece was very short, while her golden glittering shoes were very high heeled. A real street whore, was my first thought.
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