“Have you ever had your ass stuffed this full?”
“Khan has not eaten today and is very hungry.”
“You know what comes next, don’t you?”
“Your cunt is sopping wet. You cannot wait to be bred with my best friend.”
“If only you would obey my rules. I ask very little of you, yet you continue to fight me.”
Words seem to scramble and break apart in her mind, leaving her unable to neither comprehend nor make sense of what he is saying. Surely, even a sadist like himself would not step over this line into extreme sexual deviancy. She promises herself that no matter what, she will obey him. If only he would beat her instead. Why force her into submitting to his dog for her outbursts?
Maintaining the “Sit” position, Khan whines and flaps his tail against the carpet to demonstrate his impatience at getting to his meal and his bitch. The bed presses down under his weight as he is finally allowed to jump up between her splayed legs. His cold nose sniffs her crotch and inhales the delicious scents emanating from her body. He is unable to decide what he wants most, food or sex. The tip of his cock dangles from the sheath and a steady dribble of excitement leaves a wet trail on the bed linens. His tongue hangs from his mouth, drooling with anticipation.
Khan is a massive and exceptionally strong animal with a cock that requires a lot of room to prevent him from fucking her to death. He is a gentle soul except when it comes to food and breeding. Both activities bring out the dominate beast in his personality, determined to forcefully take what belongs to him and willing to fight for both. His endurance is amazing, able to fuck for half to a full hour before spraying his seed into his bitch. An animal with a voracious sexual appetite, semen builds and churns inside his balls, now heavy with fluid and drooping several inches below his belly.
Revulsion, disbelief, and dread mounts as the cold wet nose and sandpaper tongue explore between her legs. She cannot move nor speak, but tries ineffectually to beg her Master to stop this insanity.
A pathetic primal scream fills her mind as madness seizes her. Her lucidity hangs by a thread and when Khan penetrates her, will break completely. The chances of her recovery from this single act of deviancy are zero.
Rational thoughts no longer exist. She is irreversibly broken. Only physical needs remain and become her sole validation that she is still a human being. She knows she should somehow resist the animal from performing this unnatural act, yet her body demands that he continue.
Ravished by Khan’s glorious tongue, she floats in a cloud filled with sensations that sparks life into her shattered mind. Scooping his food from her body, he digs his snout deeply into her canal determined to consume every bit of nourishment hidden within. Long licks inward to locate the food are followed by even longer strokes outward, curling his tongue like you would curl your fingers to scoop something up. His saliva thickly coats her buttocks and rolls erotically down between her crack and onto the bed linens.
Sexual desire burns wildly and her body rocks in eager anticipation of the shameful but sorely needed coupling with Khan. Her focus, her concentration, her only thoughts center on needing his massive cock to penetrate her, yet the animal continues to lap his food from her cavity.
Hunger finally sated, he licks his chops and presses his nose into her trembling vaginal opening to savor the aroma of her sexual juices. His cock is fully engorged and glows bright red. His knot begins to take form at the base and his tail flairs with impatience. Mounting her, he rests his front paws on her back and aims his cock in line with her cunt.
His excitement and her swollen cunt lips prevent him from insertion as he frantically pokes the red hot tip between her slippery crack. Growling in frustration, he repositions his body until finally, he slams into her, fully impaling his cock in her saturated cunt.
“Oh yes, fuck me. Give it all to me. Fill me up. Make me your dog bitch. Go deeper, fuck me harder.” These meager thoughts are all that remain of her devastated mental state as his cock jack-hammers into her body. Pounding her with the speed of a race car, his knot grows larger than ever before and his need to forcefully embed it within her is a foregone conclusion.
Blazing heat radiates within her belly, sharp spasms of astounding pleasure disperse through her body, and brilliant stripes of color fill her brain. Low guttural sounds escape from under her hood as she gives in to blissful unconsciousness, her orgasm far too intense and way too traumatic for her to comprehend.
Khan howls loudly, his announcement that his release is eminent. With his knot locked securely inside her, he spews his sperm into her. Satiated, he turns to rest his weight on his forelegs and attempts to withdraw but her cunt closes tightly around his cock. His thick knot will not abate and he wails in frustration, yanking harder and dragging her body with him.
Her Master releases her wrists from the headboard and frees her legs from the frog position. Carefully, he deflates her hood and removes it even as Khan drags her lifeless form to the edge of the bed.
What a fine spectacle the two make; her dragged by their conjoined sex organs waiting for Khan’s excitement to subside. A perfect picture as her Master’s cell video captures every perverse detail of the unholy union. Eventually, Khan breaks free and her body slumps to the floor in a crumpled mass.
He feasts on her sweat and fear; her trembling body is covered with a slick layer of sweat. Khan’s juices drip from her cunt and roll down the inside of her thighs. She looks incredibly sexy even with her hair matted into clumps and her makeup streaked across her face like a well-used slut fucked to perfection.
Tentatively, she reaches for her Master’s cock, a formidable tent beneath his dress slacks. He always dresses properly for every occasion and her final submission or resignation to her new life is something to celebrate.
If her expressions could talk, he knows what she is communicating without uttering a word. She hates him, truly hates him, he disgusts her. Yet she is repenting for her missteps, her outbursts and use of profanity. She is truly sorry for breaking his rules.
Her cunt flesh is raw and burns as sperm streams down her legs. Her asshole feels dirty and gapes even though the animal most likely did a thorough cleaning her of his food. The welts and bruises on her body serve as a reminder of what to expect if she continues to disobey. He taught her a real lesson, one that she will not soon forget.
Now that she is broken, it is time to rebuild her for his pleasures and sadistic tendencies.
Eyes squeezed shut, warm water cascades down her body, easing the soreness of her swollen breasts. Droplets flow down her belly and meet at the V of her pelvic bone and gently wash Khan’s semen down the drain.
Water splashes across her body as she slowly pivots under the shower spray removing all remnants of the past few days, or has it been hours? She isn’t sure how much time has passed since she first opened her hotel room door to him.
Softly massaging her scalp, she washes the sweat-soaked strands until they squeak, then applies a conditioner. The peppermint soap lathers between her hands, warming the foam before she spreads it liberally on her body. She feels unclean even as she washes her body.
Her descent into depravity, her absolute submission is somehow liberating and yet degrading. She is alive, sexually alive for the first time in her life. No inhibitions remain. Everything is absolute. Absolutely at his discretion that is. And that is troubling, but only mildly so.
Lifting first one arm then the next, she slathers her body with the rejuvenating suds, her flesh tingling as the bubbles dissipate. After her shower and with the warm droplets of water clinging to her, she erotically massages scented body butter into her flesh. Softness and suppleness return to her bedraggled body, energizing and breathing life into her mind and body.
Her fingers slip between her thighs and stroke her sore cunt, coating it with the balm. She is surprised at the hot liquid that still oozes between her slit, slick and scented with desire. Could it be that she needs another session with Khan? Or is she so sexually charged that fucking anything or anyone would suffice?
The warmth from the hair dryer sends her long strands into a halo around her head. Chills shudder through her body as her long thick hair lightly dances across her body. She cannot reconcile her thoughts with her body’s response to normal bathing activities. Everything seems she does, normal everyday activities of getting ready to face the world has sexual undertones.
He demands that her makeup be applied heavily and that she look like a whore that wants to be fucked, wants to feel pain even more than she wants to experience pleasure. Ruby red lipstick accents her lips and rouge accents her nipples and swollen clit.
He instructs her to pack her slut toiletries, shampoo, lotions, enema equipment, and of course, her BDSM toys. Carefully selecting from her lingerie, he chooses a few sexy garments and packs those in her bag.
Carefully laid out on her bed is a long black strapless dress with underwire support for her saline-shaped breasts. The slit up the front and back of the dress clearly shows her lack of undergarments, her cunt glistening with arousal and nipples protruding like two dark Bing cherries.
He sends her outside to wait for a taxi. An elderly black man opens the door and helps seat her in the backseat. As they drive, he hands her an envelope with her Master’s handwriting on the enclosed note.
“Sit in the back row, far left seat against the wall. Do whatever is asked of you. You are not allowed to cum.”
Confused but excited, she glances out the windows and realizes they are heading towards the seedy side of town. The taxi pulls into an alley and the driver orders her into the front seat.
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