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Night Prowler

Chapter 6c Initiation... Beast Of Burden

An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler

  Chapter 6c: Initiation... Beast Of Burden


My guests have been scared shitless of my beasts. I'd taken then
down to show them fight over a piece of meat way back when. The
fierceness of the beasts, and the somewhat exaggerated suggestions
I'd given as to what would happen if I let them chase an escapee
down had dissipated any thoughts of escape back in the eralier
days. My guests had grown since and I saw no harm in introducing
them formally. While fierce, they were overgrown puppies in my
hands.

I saw the anticipated startle as we entered. I reassured them that
they would be fine, unless I told Satan to act and they settled
back down somewhat.

"Bring that coffee table in here Denise."

He carried it in and placed it on the floor.

"Ok, pick her slut ass up and put her on it."

I could see the shocked expressions. It was apparent what was to
occur to all of us now. Especially to Pat who looked
unbelievingly at me. She groaned as they lifted her. Her knees
were already cramping from the looks of it. I decided to leave the
ball gag out, so that I could hear her responses.

I eased forward. Satan had the leash taught ashe pulled in attempt
at checking out the exhibit. I saw horror in Pat's eyes as we
neared. Then she suddenly looked defiant. She was silent, knowing
that begging was futile.

Satan was drawn to her pussy instinctively. The piss covered body
of the stranger he'd only briefly seen must have been strange, but
his node was drawn in just as I'd imagined it. I held him at bay,
allowing him to nestle his nose in her crotch. After sniffing he
began to lick her snatch with his monsterous tongue. Her look of
defiance melted away quickly as I announced that she was to be
his girl friend for the next two weeks.

A dog's tongue is rougher than a human's. His is probably 9" long
too. I'd seen all of my life how instinct drives the male dog to a
womans crotch. It was time to see what will happen if he is able
to follow his instinct.

The first few strokes hit her clit and outter lips. I held him,
allowing him to warm her up, before feeding him some slack. We all
watched in awe as her pussy lips swelled and her breathing became
shallow. She began moaning. She began to beg, but we all ignored
her, amazed as the savage tongue lashing. The huge tongue was
licking all the way back to her asshole, parting the swollen lips
with each stroke.

She began to waiver. It could have been the guzzled wine, knee
cramps or the tongue lashing. I had Denise hold one side of the
bamboo and Vicky the other. Both leaned in to view the new sight.
Christy moved beside me. She too was fascinated. I couldn't help
myself; I reached down and felt her lips. They were wet, as I'd
expected them to be. She squirmed so that my finger penetrated
her.

"Do you like this?"

She hesitated. I worked my finger in deeper and then finger fucked
her the best I could. She was hot. There was no denying that. But
her pause confused me. She, as well as the others, had grown into
sluts who knew no limit. I didn't understand why this was any
different. I withdrew my finger and started flicking her off. She
smiled, turning so that I could reach her better, while watching
intently as Satan lapped away. I gave him still more slack and he
moved in closer, inserting his tongue, licking her clit on the way
out. Pat tensed and shrieked. I'd never heard such an intense
climax from her. I matched the mighty tongue as I flicked Christy
and she too climaxed quickly, and with unseen intensity.

I inserted my finger and slowly fucked her, nice and smooth,
avoiding her overly sensitive clit. Pat had no such luck. Satan
hastened his lunges as she climaxed. Her clit had no retreat.
While it hurt, it also felt good and she began the first true
string climax I'd ever witnessed.

"Yes. I like to see the slut get what she deserves..."

"You know that eventually you will have your turn."

She looked at me. I couldn't place the expression. It wasn't
surprise. It wasn't a startled look or a look of sheer lust. She
began to fuck my finger, placing both arms around my neck. We
kissed deeply and passionately as I worked a second and then a
third finger in. I dropped the leash and Satan moved even closer,
lowering his front end for better penetration.

I can't remember more passion in a single kiss. It lasted several
minutes. She went up and down on my fingers while our lips were
locked. I drew the breath from her lungs and filled them again. If
I'd had better position I could have gotten my whole hand in. She
came, and then came again.

I pulled my sticky fingers out and she dropped down, taking my
cock into her mouth. It would be but a moment before I exploded
down her throat. I savored my time and tried to extend it, but her
mouth was hot and so was I.

I drained, looking her in her pretty blue eyes. Pat was going
crazy in the background. The unyielding tongue whipped her silly.
Her inability to withdraw or to control it had her in a frenzy.

Denise and Vicky had both hands on the bamboo to support her. Her
motions were limited severely, but her hips gyrated, whether to
seek or avoid the tongue was unclear. She screamed, "No, no no!"
and then "Yes! Yes! Yes," alternating to the point we had no idea
of her real wishes. It was torture. It was the best fuck she'd
ever had.

I took the leash and pulled Satan back. He did not want to come.

"I want you to remember what it is like to be the bottom of the
totem pole. Do your knees hurt?"

"Yes, yes goddammit. They hurt like hell. Get me up."

"You forget who you're talking to. You're a bitch dog."

"Please Sir. My knees hurt..."

"That's better. Lay her on her back. Let's see if she gives as
good head as Satan here did."

I pulled Satan away and rounded the table with him.

"Come here," I instructed Christy.

None of us had noticed the huge dick, which had me and Denise
beat. We'd had our attention directed at his huge tongue and Pat's
hapless pus.

Christy's eyes bulged as it came into view. Being normally
sheathed, it was red, kinda like the inside of a pussy. I wasn't
sure if they knew about the knob or not. They would in due time.
The base of a dog's dick swells to triple it's girth. That's why
dog's "lock-up." This huge knob is swollen inside. It's also "wet"
looking. I've never touched one before but it looks very different
from the normal dry cock a human has.

It must have been Pat's sadism that rubbed off on me. I lusted to
see the huge, wet cock down her throat. I _wanted_ to see her
gaging on it. I wanted to see the knob force into her mouth,
holding it open like a gigantic ball gag as his cock fucks her
mouth, hell, her throat.

They had laid her on her back. I had them position her so that the
bamboo was on the edge of the table. Herneck and head had no
support and drooped limply backwards. Her mouth fell open. Her
body was still spasming from the multi-climatic tongue thrashing.
Her knees were still bound. They fell to each side, leaving her
pussy exposed.

I brought Satan closer. His tongue darted into her mouth. I hadn't
planned that, but it seemed fitting. She tried to turn away but he
followed her. She finally gave up, being in no position to resist,
and closed her lips around the pervasive tongue.

"If you're going to fuck him you damned better kiss him."

She began to suck his tongue. The deepest french kiss she'd had,
without a doubt. I had Denise take the video camera off he tripod
and film this. I wanted a full frame closeup of the two of them.
Vicky grabbed the digital cam and began taking stills.

Satan was somewhat confused, having lost the puss. He enjoyed the
kiss, curiously enough, so I gave him several minutes.

I finally drug him away, pulling his front feet onto the table. He
quickly spied the pussy and began to lick it again with fury. I
had Christy take his cock and guide it into her mouth. We all got
on our knees to watch the mammoth cock slide in. Pat squirmed
franctically before it was halfway in. The length reached through
her mouth and down her throat as he plowed in. Her breathing was
restricted to the short period between thrusts that her airway was
cleared somewhat. He fucked her mouth quickly, like a rabbit, with
short, quick, penetrating thrusts. Pat tried to close her legs.
The mouth fucking and the climatic tongue thrashing was too much.
Satan is all muscle though and he insisted she have both. Her bent
legs drooped helplessly back to down on the table. She was only
able to move her fingers, which flexed in a futile attempt at
begging for mercy. The rest of her body was tightly bound and/or
ravenged by the muscular dog.

I got on my knees and looked. The knob was too massive to fit in
her mouth. It met her lips, holding them open wide. I could see
her throat bulge as he thrust.

My cock was hard again. I sat on the couch to enjoy the canine
rape. Christy followed, going down on my cock with her back to me,
so that she could see too. She put her pussy over my cock. I
almost always fucked her in the ass. The few exceptions were when
I wore a rubber, which I detest. I said nothing. The warm pussy
was so wet and smooth. I'd almost forgotten what pussy felt like.
She worked it slowly. I was worn, but I mustered a mini-cum as I
held her breasts. She leaned back and we enjoyed watching the face
rape.

Pat again was having chain orgasms. She could barely breath and
now was in peril of drowning in dog cum. She had been a definite
bad influence upon us all, for we all took sadistic glee in the
sight. Vicky and Denise laid down their cameras and joined us on
the couch. Denise sat beside me and Vicky mounted him in the same
fashion as Christy was mounted.

I enjoyed our "closeness." We rallied around the event as friends.
I hadn't planned it, but we weren't sitting there as top and
bottoms. They dropped their guard and I dropped mine. Vicky was
talking of all the times it had been her down there while she
nonchalently fucked Denise. Christy took over as she climaxed,
telling of how she was unfairly picked on by Pat. My cock came
back to life and she began to ride me again.

"So how are you going to like it when Satan fucks you?"

They giggled. It was easy enough to watch Pat.

"He's HUGE!" Vicky exclaimed.

"Damned big!" Christy joined in.

"Well for the record... I doubt I'll ever tie you down like her.
That's pretty bad. She deserves it though. But if you ever piss me
off you might find yourself in her place."

They both laughed. It was pretty funny that they seemed to know
that without it being spoken. I thought it was an important
announcement.

"She had this coming. What I'm going to do is make her stay on all
fours the entire two weeks. You guys can do whatever turns you on.
Whatever. But I'm going to rotate the dogs in and out to see if
they can fuck her to death."

Even Denise broke out on that one. He offered a few times she had
been especially cruel to him. He's normally silent, but even he
felt at ease.

"Obviously I had no right to bring you all here. But I did. And
here we are; and that's not going to change. I would like to
compliment each of you on your trials and errors. I applaud your
successes and your yearning for your new life."

They each looked at me. The looks were friendly. It was the
informality which made this moment. I'd never spoken with them
like this until now.

"My sexual desires are not normal. I've brought you all here and
taught you to fulfill them. You have learned well. You have
changed. You're not the same people I brought in."

"How... the hell did you do that?" Christy asked.

I told them how Pat sat in front of me in accounting class and how
I flunked the class because I was fantasizing about her rather
than listening to the lecture. I'd followed her home and staked
the house out, discovering in the process her lovely roommates and
the unlucky boyfriend I set up.

They were amazed at my years of work and planning in building the
basement and home, the walls, security cameras and the walled
compound.

I asked Denise if he remembered picking the liquor rack up that
fateful evening. He didn't. I told them how I'd opened all the
bottles, allowing them to drain on their sides, before laying out
the one bottle of techila that had a firm cap. The one I'd spiked.

Denise was intrigued at the fact I'd blown him; in order to get
sperm to plant.

"You're not really gay?"

"No. I'm really not. I have been curious. Hell I was attracted to
a couple of guys throughout my life. But I've always been
attracted mainly to women. That doesn't mean I'm planning to cut
you off though."

The girls cracked up laughing.

"I dunno. I felt sorry for you, knowing I was setting you up. I
despised your fucking frat attitude, still I could not rationalize
the ordeal I was about to put you through. I'd never touched
another guy's cock until then. Even though you were passed out
your cock came to full mast as I licked your balls. I knew it
would. I don't know how, I just knew it. Like I knew Satan was
going to fuck the shit out of Pat's mouth."

Our attention focused back on Pat. She wasn't turning blue yet,
but we could hear her abbreviated breaths, exasperated by
continual climax.

They all looked suddenly respectful at me. Jeez, you do wanna
respect your elders and the wisdom you might not see that they
have accumulated, but I was uncomfortable.

"I'm not that smart. I have the ability to look around and to put
things together though."

They snickered.

"Ok, let's let the she-devil up for some air."

We all stood and I pulled Satan away. The others released the
cords binding Pat and stood her up. She was wobbly and weak.
Christina took her in tow to get the circulation going. When they
returned I had Vicky put the ball gag back in and I led Pat out
into the center of the floor, putting her down on all fours.

"You will stay on all fours until further notice. Your primary
purpose of existence now is servicing my beasts... for our
pleasure."

It's difficult to climb to the top. Once there it is next to
impossible to return to the bottom with any sort of grace.

Satan was already on the prowl. He stuck his nose, and then his
tongue into the exposed pussy and began to lick again. We settled
in at the bar to watch. I poured a round of techila shots. We
toasted and downed them.

The mighty beast moved and mounted Pat. His muscular body dwarfed
her feminine figure. His chest rested on her back, pressing her
down. Her elbows bent to accomodate him in a most uncomfortable
looking position.

I'd expected that he would need some help in his entry, but Pat's
woefully swollen pussy made a large target. He filled it
completely and began hammering her. He growled in her left ear and
nipped at it. She lowered her head in fear and in submission as
her body began another long chain-orgasm. It was difficult to tell
where one stopped and the next started. Spittle drooled from the
ball gag as her breathing increased to marathon proportion.

I could tell by her movements that he had slid his knob in. They
would be locked up for awhile now. I poured another round of shots
and we downed them, amazed at the intensity of the pounding.

continued... (in progress)

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