Screwing seemed to be the local popular pastime. Apart from running away or fighting the enemy, the little fuckers screwed the day away it seemed to her. Giselle became just another cunt and the men soon lost the added interest that she was a westerner. They argued about the price, eventually, they stopped coming to the tent. Sake decided that Giselle had to do something else to earn her passage. He hit upon a brilliant idea. From some place, he had acquired a military message dog. He suggested that Giselle should fuck the dog as an entertainment for his patrons. She received a harsh beating at her refusal. The beating Giselle could take, but the denial of food was a much more serious affair. She held out for a week, stealing titbits from some of the others, but she soon started to become weak.
Eventually, it was either fuck the dog or die. That was her choice and she could take or leave the offer. Her hatred for the Turk grew to know no bounds. She had to do it.
Magnanimously, Sake allowed her a few days to recover from her enforced starvation. He remarked that she should get to know the dog while she had some time. Giselle had owned a dog before she joined up, but this brute was a completely different proposition. He was what is popularly known as a Heinz fifty-seven. Made up of many breeds and interbreeds. His ancestry would never have made the, whose who, of canine sires. Although not a large dog, he had a squat strength that belied his size coupled with a meanness and belligerent personality. It took a few days for Giselle to get anywhere near him and a few more to convince the dog that she wasn’t there to take his food or belt him. Eventually, she gained his trust.
At the next village, she and Brute, her name for him, were to be the star turns. The audience turned up desperate for some relief from the war and filled the tent in anticipation. Their jeered and catcalled at the usual places; Screaming out insults to the various turns. All too soon, it was Giselle and Brute’s spot in the centre. The crowd brayed and sneered as she entered the arena. Missiles of rice and other foods rained down on them until Sake announced their turn with a brief description of what they were about to witness.
Neither Giselle nor Brute knew how to start. She stripped and called the dog to her, trying to get him to lick her nakedness. He seemed bemused and wanted to escape the spotlight.
Eventually, after much coaxing, he gave her a perfunctory lick. The crowd gasped in unison and Brute stepped away, intimidated by the audience. It was like teasing them. Brute would step up to her and give her a sniff or a lick, then move away, but each time spending a little more time as he became less worried about the people. Giselle lay on a table draped with a cloth and got the dog to give her a thorough tongue-lashing. The audience went wild and cheered.
That was it really; Giselle’s first attempt at bestiality was only to be Brute; lashing her cunt with his tongue. Neither of them got any pleasure from the experience, but the spectators loved every second of the spectacle. Their fame preceded them and subsequent stops at villages brought out just about everyone, including the kids and mothers. Sake was pleased at his increased revenue, but, as with many people, he got greedy and wanted more. Secretly, Giselle thought it gave him a thrill to watch. He never seemed to get involved with women or show any interest in them.
Sake was becoming a rich man on the earnings of Giselle and Brute’s shows. But, as so often is the case, it wasn’t enough. He wanted more and wouldn’t be satisfied until he got it. I want the dog to fuck you, he announced one day between shows. I want him to fuck you, in front of the audience. Imagine their reaction, it will be great. Giselle thought about her answer before she replied. She had long since given up about caring what people saw of her. Her abuse at the hands of these people had driven any feelings of decorum from her. It had got to the stage almost, that she thought of herself as, just so much meat, and worth nothing and only good for entertainment, either as a spectacle or a fuck hole for anyone who wanted her. Her primary concern was to survive, first and foremost, then to escape back to life, her ultimate goal.
Her answer, when it came, was the first step to freedom, but neither of them saw it that way. I will do it, but on one condition. Sake wasn’t used to his subjects exacting conditions of performance, but went along with it to see what she would say. I want a share of the profits. He was stunned. Then, he laughed aloud and held on to his guts as if they were about to drop out. You want what? A share; Are you off your head?
Her icy reply shut him up. If I do not get a share, then I will refuse to participate in any further shows. His equally icy reply was spat in her face. Then, you will die. You will die of starvation because your pay is the food I give you. Giselle shrugged and walked away from him.
For the next two weeks, she lived off of scraps the other performers saved for her. True to his word, Sake provided nothing for her. But, he had a problem. His audience wanted to see the white girl being used by the dog. Without that little fillet to the show, they soon dwindled in numbers. Seeing people who carried the scars of warfare were an everyday occurrence to them. They didn’t really want to be reminded of the horrors that were on the other side of the canvas. Eventually, Sake had to give in, but felt some satisfaction with the deal that was struck. She was to get a very small proportion of the takings, while he was going to increase in stature. Giselle needed to recoup some of her health first. The deprivation of food had taken a toll on her, but it would be a temporary thing.
Then it was the first night. It hadn’t been announced, just in case the dog refused. The show started with the usual acts performing feats of almost super-human agility given that they were so badly disfigured or injured. Then, it was Giselle’s turn. Brute came to her readily enough and gave the audience the benefit of seeing his huge tongue lap Giselle’s cunt. Their applause and gasps turned to shouts of encouragement when Giselle turned over and presented Brute with her rear. It took some coaxing, but he got the idea after a while and, in a halfhearted attempt, mounted her. As a sex act, it was a long way from successful, but the crowd didn’t know that. All they could see was this white girl getting fucked by the dog and they loved every second of the performance.
And so the troupe went on and the shows continued. Brute got better at doing the girl, but somehow, didn’t get his cock inside Giselle, it just looked as if he did and Giselle made it seem all the more real with her screams and head thrashing.
They came to a remote village and set up. The audience turned up as usual and seated themselves in a circle to wait for the show to begin. Giselle did her thing with Brute’s tongue going at her, and then spun over for the finale. Brute climbed on her back and started to hump her, but one of the villagers decided to give the dog a helping hand. He rushed into the centre and before either Giselle or Sake could respond, he had grabbed the dog’s hips and shoved Brute glistening cock, straight into Giselle’s waiting cunt. The effect on Brute was immediate. For the first time, he had actually connected with her and he fucked Giselle as if she was his bitch in heat. His hips pistoned, driving his cock deeply into her body until the dog climaxed with a howl of triumph. Giselle was left on her hands and knees, dog semen dripping from her and her own come down after an orgasm that had shocked her into submission. She could not believe what had happened. She was shocked that her body had wanted and enjoyed the fucking it had taken from the dog. She was both ashamed and elated and wanted to crawl from the arena. The crowd went nuts and screamed for more, but Giselle had had enough for one night.
Sake was delirious with happiness. He paid Giselle a little extra for the performance and gave her an additional helping of rice and vegetables. She needed the sustenance.
Her nightly performances took a new turn. Brute had become adept at aiming his thick cock and scored almost every time. As they became more used to each other, their performances took on an added intensity. Giselle would thrust her self back on the dog’s cock and fuck the dog as he fucked her. It had to happen one night though. They locked. Giselle’s body allowed Brute to slip his knot into her and the dog went frantic in his efforts to impregnate what he thought of as his bitch. It took twenty minutes for them to relax enough to let go of each other. Giselle wasn’t sure why, but the scene took Sake over the edge, he fucked her as she knelt in front of the crowd.
The show ran for six months. Giselle got fucked nearly every night by the dog. Her savings were carefully hoarded and squirreled away under a board in one of the wagons that Sake used to transport the circus. Brute died. He chased a small animal into the scrub and stepped on a land mine. It was a serious blow to the troupe. No other dogs were around to take Brute’s position. Giselle wanted her freedom and began to badger Sake. She had developed a new gig with a snake. It wasn’t quite as successful as it had been with the dog, but it kept her and the circus on the road.
But, she was badgering Sake for her freedom and asked how much he wanted from her as payment. His answers were always vague until one day, when she forced him into submission. She had an idea, but would only do it if he gave his word that she could gain her freedom in return.
So it was agreed, Giselle would fuck a horse, giving the performance of her life. In return Sake would let her go and make more money in one night, than he had in all the years he had been running his freak show. She suggested that they stop and advertise the event. She advised Sake, Let them come to us, but make sure everyone hears about it.
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