Chapter 15

It was two nights later that a soft tapping at Her door warned Nathalie that it was time to prepare. Groggy with sleep, she jumped up from the bed and staggered awkwardly to the door to return the tap.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Hurry," came Roald's low reply.

Throwing the gauze gown over her head as she scurried to the dresser, she threw it across the chair back and slid down her panties. The inner diaper was loose enough to slide off at the same time. With a shudder, she raised her leg to the chair and slid the grotesque, drug-laden dildo into her cunt. Pinning her legs together, she hurried out of her chemise and began unwrapping the binding. It seemed to take forever.

Once the bandage fell away, she quickly wiped more grease about her nipples and gathered up the bindings and hid them in the dresser. There was nothing left to do but wait. Roald was supposed to knock again when he saw the master leave the kennel but should anyone step into the hallway outside Nathalie's door, Roald would have to flee and there would be no warning. Her ears strained for any unusual sounds in the hallway as she waited for the drug to take effect. Her eyes stung with tears as the salve burned into her tender meat. When she could bear it no longer, she again hoisted her foot to the chair and gingerly removed the hideous contraption. At that moment, another rap at the door made her freeze on the spot.

Oh Lord, there's no time, she thought frantically. Til be caught for sure!

She did not take time to use the syringe of oil the girls had left for her. Grabbing the satin panties, she scurried into them and then slipped into the chemise. As she shrugged her arms into the gauze outer gown, she heard the key scrape into the lock and she reached the bed and climbed back in just as the door opened.

Her eyes were tightly closed but her heart was pounding so wildly she was sure that he must be able to hear it clear from the doorway. Her cunt burned with the salve she had not had time to wash away and her nipples were beginning to itch.

She could heard the dog moving restlessly about as his master tied his leash to the bed post. Her muscles were so tense that her leg jerked spasmodically and there was no use continuing the pretense.

She rolled over and looked up at the big man. A peculiar thought struck her that seemed curious under the circumstance. He looked so much like Roald in a way. Both of them were such massive men and though Arne was older by far, he was much better preserved than his wife.

"Why is it that you must have an animal about to have passion?" she asked boldly. "You are not an ugly person as your wife is. Surely, many women would find you somewhat attractive."

Arne smiled.

"Are you offering me a proposition?" he asked.

Nathalie shuddered with obvious distaste.

"Certainly not. Frankly, the whole business nauseates me but I cannot understand why intercourse with a woman is not erotic enough for your tastes. Your wife must have girls and you like dogs. How utterly animal!"

Arne sat down at the side of the bed and stared down at the girl thoughtfully. How much more attractive she was after only a few days at the manor. In spite of the gravity of her frown, her eyes were more alive, her face and body more animated than they had ever been.

"Your purity fascinated me once," he said. "Now I see so very much more. You have come alive, Nathalie. Do you realize it? You are a beautiful woman."

"I am sixteen and I do not wish to be a woman yet," she answered, and the bravado failed her for her chin began to quiver.

Arne leaned back comfortably. "No, I am not sure that I should not have been satisfied with a woman like you, once. Beneath all that ridiculous prudery beats the heart of a very alive, warm young woman. Ah, and the fire of a snappish tongue tells me that there is spirit inside that small, delightful body. But my time with a woman has long since passed, my dear. It takes far more-and one day soon, I expect it will not be possible at all."

In spite of herself, she could not help asking, "Why?"

He smiled patiently. "My father wanted me to be a real man among men. He sent me abroad to learn the ways of the world at fourteen, and I had a tutor you would not believe-a simpering, sensual being that had tried everything and proceeded to show me the men and women of the world. I had them all. Before I was twenty, I knew every slut from France to Africa and on through India to China and Japan. Would you believe, I even had to send my father progress reports? Hah! And when I came home, bearing a bitch great Dane as a present for my dear pater, he allowed me the ultimate in erotic games, a night in bed with my own mother." Nathalie could not suppress a horrified gasp. "Is it any wonder that it takes a good deal of unusual stimulation to interest me any more? One woman! Bah! I've had a thousand virgins. For a time, the sight of two women wallowing in each other's flesh excited me and, since Sara was by far the t eager Lesbian I ever watched, I married her. e are well mated, Nathalie. Neither of us has the lightest urge where the other is concerned."

Nathalie had been conditioned to compassion since birth but she could feel no sorrow for the man who had caused the downfall of so many. Besides, she began to worry that the salve might lose its effectiveness if the man continued in his reverie for long.

"I hardly think any of this is worth boasting about," she said icily.

He stiffened and, for a moment he glared at her with pure hatred in his eyes but the hatred dissolved as quickly as it had come, replaced with scornful laughter.

"Ah!" he sighed. " 'Tis a pity you were born a prude. You have the sharp tongue of a slut for sure!"

He got to his feet and slid his pants down over his thighs as he smiled lazily down at the girl.

"Would you prefer to remove your own clothing or would you like me to rip it brutally from your body to give you that soul satisfied feeling of being raped?" His words taunted her but she took the challenge and slung it back at him.

"It matters little what you call it," she said, shrugging out of her gown. "It is all loathsome and detestable."

"And you love every minute of it!" he growled playfully.

"And I despise every instant. It fair chills me to the bone even to think of it!" she spat.

"Chill!" he asked unbelievingly. "We shall see."

"Cold as ice and snow. As cold as your very heart!" she answered.

At this Arne Bjornson grinned. "My heart again. Does the lass really wish to get at this black old heart?"

"Only with a knife," she hissed.

She skinned the panties down over her thighs and Arne paused to watch the operation. Her anger delighted him more than anything that had happened in a long time. He had not touched a woman in such a long time. Perhaps? Ahhhh, wait and see, he thought.

"Shall we strap you down now?" he asked, reaching for her ankle.

"No!" she cried. "I shall take your dog, but do not tie my legs apart. I cannot bear that."

"Very well, we shall see," he agreed. As she unhooked her bodice, he slipped from his waistcoat and shirt. Then he reached over and untied the dog's leash. His eyes never left the girl's breasts as the bodice opened and she shrugged out of it. The dog was panting with excitement, his prick stabbing air wildly as he humped his rear in a spasm of anticipation. Arne drew down the covers and commanded the dog to lie down on the bed. Patiently, he turned the dog onto its side facing Nathalie and it lay there obedient and quivering while he walked around and climbed into the bed on he other side. "Turn on your side," he ordered patiently. Nathalie hesitated. "Which side?" she asked finally. Arne laughed.

"Poor child," he said, and his voice showed obvious pleasure at the word. "You have yet to have a man. How thoughtless of me. Well, my dear, give Duke his pleasure and at the next festival, I shall see that you get your wish."

"I have no such wish, sir!" she snapped and rolled over away from him.

"That's a good girl," he said happily. "Now I shall teach you how to tease a dog. You will find the lesson helpful when you find a man that pleases you."

He slid one arm around beneath her while his other hand slid up her thighs, across her belly and over her breast.

"You have lovely tits, Nathalie," he said and she held her breath, waiting to see if the salve was doing its job. With a sigh that she had to bury quickly, she realized that she had felt nothing physically. It had been the soft voice and hand that caressed the length of her body that had made her heart pound faster.

Take care, her soul cried out. Watch out for this man or you will lose!

Taking her hands in his, he spread out her fingers and grazed them softly across the dog's slimy prick. The animal moaned. Nathalie shivered at the touch.

"A dog is like a woman, in a way," Arne said softly. "He is open meat, red and highly sensitized." He took her hand and pulled it around to touch his own hot cock. "You see how different the feel is?"

She held her breath. She had never touched a man before and she could not help but compare the texture of his skin to the satin she had worn the past few days.

"Answer me, Nathalie," he said sternly.

"What did you ask?" she asked and her breathlessness was obvious and blatant.

"Tell me the difference. Describe what you feel now," he said.

"It-it is drier, moist but not slimy," she said, and when he moved her hand more tightly against him she knew she would have to go on. "It is like a baby's skin, very smooth-and thicker, much thicker than the dog's."

He let her hand go then and she heaved a sigh of relief but it lasted only a moment.

"Now, taste of the dog, Nathalie," he ordered.

"No!" she cried.

"Do not make me tie you, child. Dogs are apt to go too far and gag you if I leave it to him."

"Noooooo," she whimpered, but the fight had gone out of her. The thought of again being forcibly splayed out while that horrid animal rammed his long organ into her mouth was more than she could bear. He was pushing against her shoulder now, forcing her slowly down to the animal's belly and though she cringed from the sight and the acrid smell, and the terrible feel of the animal, she knew full well that she would end up doing what he asked of her. Yet, with the prick pressed against her lips she shuddered and gritted her teeth together furiously.

"Go on," he said.

"I-I can-" but as she opened her mouth to speak, a nudge against her head and the quivering prick was in her mouth.

She jerked away convulsively.

"Nooooooooo!" she wailed, twisting about and climbing up against him. "Please!"

"I will have to tie you, I guess," he sighed.

"No! No! Just give me a moment to catch my breath," she pleaded.

Arne smiled to himself. The little bitch certainly has a horror of having her legs forced open.

"Get on with it," he told her gruffly.

She had not realized how tightly she had pressed against Arne's body until she pulled herself away. It embarrassed her. As she drew away Arne closed his eyes, savoring the sweetness of that embrace. It had been a very long time.

Again she approached the whimpering animal's scarlet prick. With a shudder, she looked at it. It looked like some horrible wound, bloody and festering. When she could bear no more, she closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. A shiver of disgust ran through her at the feel of him.

"Now," Arne began, "pretend that it is a peppermint cane. You lick at it like a child."

Shuddering violently now, she obeyed.

"Yessssss! Yesssss, that is it!" he said excitedly. "Now, here is the tenderest spot. Feel the pulse throbbing against your tongue? Do you feel it?"

"Yes," she said, nearly gagging.

"Tap your tongue against it rapidly-gently, but faster-yessssss, now harder!" he moaned.

She could feel his own cock pressed hard against her ass, throbbing in the same, wild rhythm of the dog.

"Now suck it in, little bitch," he groaned. "Suck it in goooooood!"

Nathalie's loins were cold-unmoved, but her brain was in a fever at the words. As she sucked at the flat narrow tip, her brain seemed to fog with passion though she could feel none of it in her loins.

Oh, God help me! she prayed. I shall end up as depraved as he!

"Now compare! Compare!" Arne cried and she looked up completely at a loss over his words.

"What?" she pleaded. "What do you want?"

"Suck me, you bitch, just as you did the dog!" he ordered.

Anything was better than the dog. She pushed the slimy prick away from her and twisted about to face the huge, blunt cock of the man.

Wait a minute, she told herself. Make him suffer. Start at the very beginning. That is what he asked for, was it not?

Pulling back the foreskin, she began to lick. How much nicer he smelled. She taunted him with light, gentle laps that had him writhing about in misery.

"Get on with it!" he cried, but she ignored him.

She found the throbbing pulse in the cleft of his heart-shaped head and she beat out a wild seductive rhythm against his aching organ.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" he wailed miserably.

I will show this man, she thought as she nibbled her way up the silky head.

He was stiff with anticipation, but she did not suck him in. Slowly, she burrowed her tongue into his slit, then mouthed around and around him until he was squirming in an agony of passion.

"You slut!" he cried. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

Never had she known such power over another human being. Now, she was the master and he was her miserable, pleading slave. She licked the head with great laps, drooling saliva about until she tasted his cum, oozing out through the slit. With one, straining gulp, she sucked him in and wallowed the head about in her mouth as she milked the sepage from him.

"Ohhhhhhhh! My God!" he wailed. "Ohhhhh-hh!"

The power was a delicious thing. Her hands moved in as naturally as though she had been doing it all of her life, one hand kneading the balls and rolling them about in their loose sac, the other pistoning his foreskin as she had seen the man in the kennels do to the dog.

"Eyiiiiiiiii!" Arne screamed, his body bucking wildly into the air and then Nathalie felt his cock jerk hard and the cum began shooting into her suctioning lips. She gagged but she held. She'd finish the bastard off once and for all!

When the last drop was siphoned off and he fell back onto the bed, Nathalie leaped up and ran to the basin where she vomited copiously, puking up all that she had eaten during the entire day. When, finally, she caught her breath, she turned back to the splayed figure on the bed with vengeance.

"Now, get out!" she hissed. "You make me sick!"

Lazily, Arne opened one eye and smiled at her.

"Do not talk foolishness," he said. "Neither you nor the dog has had pleasure yet!"

Nathalie sunk to the chair and buried her face in her hands.

Dear God, I can stand no more, she moaned.