“This should help” placing what felt to be a gallon of Vaseline into the crack of my ass.
“The boys know what to do” closing the gate, Janice left for the house.
The boys, what boys, there is only me and some dogs. Oh no. Oh no I thought, I am going to be raped by dogs. Oh no. As I thought, it started. The paw, then other, the nails ripped at my skin, the breathing, the pushing against my ass, my pussy, my cunt. OMG it pushed in, the dog pushed inside of me, his dick and started to fuck … me. The first dog, yes the first dog fuck me like a machine gun, never stopping till he cummed. Then he stopped, climbed up across me, turned, walked around me, my tied, abused body, smelt me, then pissed, as though marking me. In time, he would climb back on and start to fuck me again. Sometime during the second fucking, his dick slid out of my cunt and into my asshole. Jesus Christ, there I was bound to a metal drum, naked, face pressed against the filth of animal’s pen, covered in an animal’s piss, being fucked up the asshole, in the middle of the afternoon, in a stranger’s backyard by a huge dog, knowing that there was no end to this, and all of this I sought, I desired, I begged for, I dreamed of.
The first dog was not the last dog. Every half of an hour Janice or so would come by the pen and switch the dogs. “ I don’t want any fighting”, she would say “You can see how excited they get on the film later.” Janice brought down a metal cable, secure with a large brass snap clip. She clipped the cable to chain between my hands and the metal rod, pulled it up a bit, secured it to the other side of the metal post. Standing behind me, she yanked out the ladder and walked towards the house. I fell, then stopped. I felt like I ripped my hands from their sockets. I hung, like a basket of flowers, two to three feet from the ground.
Janice returned with a blaster you would use to clean a driveway. “Caution, do not use on animals” she read the warning out loud. “Are you animal? Not yet.” and she started to blast me clean with high pressure water hose. God it stung, like bees, or those black flies or the rock spray from a car tearing out or like … shit it hurt. She put a cloth bag over my face “I don’t want to hurt that pretty face of yours, not yet anyway.”
She blaster every bit of body, every strip of skin, my back, my legs, the sole of my feet. But, as she blasted the spray against my breast, she seemed to play with me. A quick blast across both breast, from side to the other, then she hold the spray from moment just at my nipple, then the other. But, then Janice started to clean my privates, she went to town. “You are filthy” she yell at me and started to slowly push the jetted water across my asshole to my cunt to my clit. OMG I screamed I jumped. She liked that. She would shut off the spray and push the tip between my lips and into my pussy. She would say “Sara, what a pretty name. Sara, ask me to clean you, to make you new again. Sara, tell me this is your desire.” As she said, she pushed the tip a bit deeper. “Sara, pretty little Sara, don’t you want to be clean, to be free of all that you have done. Sara, ask me to make you clean”
Gagged, sore, tired, and drowning in the wet cloth bag that held my face, I scream “ yes … please make me clean” and released the jets inside of me. It was as though God had reach into of me and pushed. I lifted and passed out.
“Wake up, there is more to clean” and Janice shoved the tip into me asshole, through the ring of muscles that protected, and blasted. Again I lifted, I screamed, I passed out.
I awoke, hanging like a piece of meat, liquid draining from my privates, me skin sore, no longer concerned about how I looked, where I was. I just hung there. Bound, naked, bruised, humiliated, taste of a dog’s cum in my mouth, the taste of blood. The air smelt clean, but was cooler then before, the sun did not feel as bright. I just hung there.
“Bill, this her. Her name is Sara.”
“Sara, this is the girl Tom talked about, Tom and Kim?”
“Yes”
“What I am to do with her? I have no use, no time. What the fuck. Did the bitch just walk over here and give herself to us? Why?”
“Yeh, she did. I think she wants to be broken.”
“Just leave her. I need a beer.” and they left.
The night was approaching, in the cool air I could the sounds of the boyhood. Dogs barking, children talking, cars starting and driving off. My naked body was becoming cold, my inside hurt so bad, my hands were losing sense of themselves, I wasn’t really thinking of anything. I just hung.
Suddenly there was movement, and I fell to the ground. My ankles, my hands were unclasped. “Stand up” I struggled, I did. Still gagged and cloth bag over my head, in darkness I tried to present myself to the voice.
“You are not wanted here. You are useless to us. We want you to leave.” My hood was remove, as was the gag. “You are gather your belongings, go to your car and leave. Your are not to put your cloths on till you are home. You are not remove your collar till you are instructed.”
“Did I do something wrong? Please. Please, tell me. Punish me if I did, but don’t send me away.”
“Shut-up” and I was hit in side of the head, driven to the ground. “You actions mean nothing to us. You are just of piece of meat that I let my dogs fuck. That’s all.”
“We want you to leave, we want you to go away … unless you want to fuck my dogs some more?”
I lay there on the grass, looking downwards, thinking about staying, wanting to stay. “The only answer is either yes or no.” Bill barked at me “Stay or go”
“I will stay” and I rolled to my knees, raised my ass, opened my, pressed my face firmly into ground and waited.
“It will not be as easy as last time. I want you to please them first and there will be more than one.”
Janice and Bill went off to the pen and each returned with a dog. Bill moved his dog towards my head, so that face lay below the dog’s groin. “You are to please him. I want you to suck his cock, suck his balls and side your tongue into his asshole. Start with his asshole. Or leave”
To lick a dog’s asshole, to be filmed licking a dog’s asshole, for no other reason than being told to, by a stranger, in the middle of lit backyard, naked. I mustered the strength to side my tongue to his balls, the fur was light, the flesh was dry, pass the ruff between his balls and his hole, my face pushing his tail aside, pressing against, I slid my tongue by the reassess, the dimples of his ass, his opening. I pushed my tongue into the hole. Again I did, harder this time. I wanted to please, to show that I was free of all moires, all pride. I started to lick, as I was told, from ball to hole, ball to hole. Stopping only for a moment to kiss, to suck the opening in the fur. Janice and Bill, I felt enjoyed my show, I continued with more passion. The dog moaned. “Sara, stop sucking on the asshole and start sucking his cock. I want you to swallow everything he has to offer. If a single drop hits the dirt, I will bury you alive.”
“Yes Sir” and I removed my mouth from the dog’s ass hole and rolled my head up to his tip, the pink extended piece of flesh that extruded itself from his fur. As my face pushed by his dick, I could feel the swelling inside. As my mouth the reached end, he exploded. I did my best, I did. I tried to shallow every bit, every drop of cum, but large, single burst land on the ground. I immediately started to lick it up, to suck the grass, lick the dirt.
“You are useless” and Janice grabbed both dogs and brought them back to the pen.
“Get up. You have work to do.” Bill grabbed me by the collar and picked me up to my feet. We walked across the yard into the woods that surrounded the property. As Bill had pass the garden shed, he had picked up a shovel. A few feet into the woods there was a clearing, even in the dark you could see the difference.
“I want you to dig a hole. Two feet deep, three feet wide and six feet long.” He turned and left.
This will be my grave. This is where he is to bury me, alive. It was dark. The sky was slightly overcast. The moon was almost full. The shovel was biting against the soles of my feet. The dirt was loose, as though it had been dug before. I dug. Yes, I started to dig. Once in while, I thought I felt someone watching me, but I could see anyone. I was most likely being film. One big step is three feet, two big steps is six feet. A depth to my knees is two feet. I just dug and through the dirt to the side of hole. Maybe an hour went by, maybe more. My hands were tired, my feet sore. The dirt was still loose, even as I stood almost up to my waste. I keep digging.
“Climb out and kneel like you did before.” Bill yelled at me from the darkness.
I climb out, going to my knees, ass raise, face down, I waited.
“There are two dogs” and he brought over the other dog. “Do the same”and I started. First a lick to the balls, then my face under the tail pushing it upwards, then my tongue in it’s hole. I licked and licked, every now and then wrapping my mouth around it’s and sucking. “Don’t fuck up last time” and I didn’t, I quickly moved my mouth to it’s pulsing cock, engulfed it and started to suck, to drink that moist, pink flesh, and I taste the pre-cum enter my mouth, I felt claws across my back and dog’s cock guided into my open cunt. I mouth filled, I shallow, again and again. The other dog dick was position into my asshole and I was fucked. “Both dogs are to cum in your mouth” For a moment, it felt good, I relax, then I panic, oh no. I reach around, I spun my body, pulling the fucking dog from my asshole and wrapped my mouth around its dick. In moments, through the shit coated fur wet with my juices in the dirt of the side yard, I started to suck, to drink, to shallow what that the beast had to offer.
“Enough, lie flat on stomach”, a boot was placed across my neck, my face pushed into the ground, my ankles pulled up and back and cuff, my wrists too. A chain held the cuffs together. In a moment I was hogtied.
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