Chapter 3
The din of the dogs as they entered the kennel was deafening. They all began lunging at then-gates in a frenzy to reach their master. The two men that lumbered out of the adjoining quarters perked up when they saw the host had brought company.
"This be the girl?" one asked.
Nathalie did not appreciate the way the man looked at her. His roving eye made her decidedly uncomfortable.
"Ja," Arne answered. "This is Nathalie. Child, meet my keepers, Sven and Edvard."
"How do you do?" she said stiffly as the younger, bolder buck sidled around her, openly staring at her body.
"Anything under all that wrapping?" he asked.
Arne snorted. "I have not as yet opened the package," he answered.
"Sir," Nathalie said, backing instinctively toward the entrance, "I believe I should not be here. If you.. . "
"Nonsense," Arne cut in, reaching out to stop her.
He caught her by the arms and firmly forced her back until she was standing beside him. In her confusion, she hardly knew what she should do. She did not want to seem ungrateful and she well knew of her fault of shyness. Yet her knees shook and her breathing was far from even as she strained away from her benefactor.
"The men are going to help you prepare to train the dogs," he said evenly; and then, nodding to the men, he handed her over to them.
They each grabbed a shoulder and forearm and began walking her down the aisle. Before she had time to object, they stopped. One man stepped behind her and pulled her arms tightly back, locking them together so that she could not move at all.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Stop this at once! Master Bjornson!"
Her objections turned from words to screams as the other man reached to feel her breasts and then began unbuttoning her dress.
"Eyiiiiiiii!"
Her piercing wails cut through the barking of the dogs to rise shrilly in the early evening air. Blind, screaming terror clutched at her as they pulled her bodice down over her shoulders and began unlacing her chemise.
"My God! What a loud one!" Sven yelled at the master. "She should indeed be lusty as all hell!"
Arne grinned and then his mouth dropped open as the chemise was freed and spread to reveal the girl's full, ripe mounds-so seductively virginal that even Arne had to moan his approval.
"Would you look at that!" Edvard laughed, lifting one experimentally as if to weigh it. "She has a lot more than appeared in that baggy sack."
"Ahhhhhh!" sighed Arne. "Sara will go insane. My lord, those are tits to end all tits! Did you ever see bigger nipples, and as pale as a pink lily? The aureoles seem to puff out at you. Ahhhhhh, I could suck upon that for a fortnight or more."
"There is enough there to fuck yourself with," Sven groaned.
"Hurry man!" his master urged. "Get to the meat! I want to see her meat!"
They no longer bothered with buttons but ripped savagely at the cloth as the girl twisted miserably in their grip. Faint with the all-consuming effort of her screams, she did not even realize that her body had been totally bared until Arne jabbed his hand into her crotch.
Her screams were cut short as she gasped with shock at his invasion of her privates.
"No!" she cried out, and then began twisting and writhing in a frenzy to free herself. It was a battle of hopelessness, but she was too dazed with shock to realize it. She no longer had energy to voice her terror, her entire being focusing on the desperate attempt to flee. Silently she struggled, and the men laughed and taunted her body with hands and lips, and she could bear none of it.
With a violent convulsion she began to retch, and she vomited out her terror, puking all over Sven, who jumped back, cursing vehemently. The other two roared with laughter.
"Quick," said Arne. "While she's retching, she will not put up such a battle. Let's get her fastened."
She was heaving now with nothing left to puke as they dragged her back to a plank tilted against the wall and secured with lashings. Her arms were tied behind the plank and her legs stretched out and pulled around it. It strained her body and would have been miserably uncomfortable, had she not been so sickened by having her legs splayed open that she could not feel the pain of it.
"Ohhhhh please!" she pleaded. "Let me go! I can't bear it! Please!"
When they paid her no heed, she began to wail-a low, mournful keening wail of absolute hopelessness.
Take me, dear Lord, she prayed silently. This is a cross too loathsome for me to bear.
"Which one shall it be?" Sven asked his master.
Arne put his hand against the plank and leaned over to touch her pudenda. His finger jabbed about in her meat and she grunted at each painful violation. Then, with no warning whatever, he stabbed his middle finger into her cunt.
"Ayiiiiiii!" she screamed as the pain seared clear through her being.
Arne jerked his finger away.
"The young one we operated on yesterday," he said. "Anything else would kill her until she has opened up."
He sniffed at his finger and then sucked it into his mouth.
"That's sweet young juice she has," he said, licking his lips tauntingly.
Edvard had slipped away and now returned with a dog straining at the leash. His prick was a scarlet, slimy-looking saber hanging several inches out of his sheath and already stabbing and jerking about.
"How large is his knot?" the master asked. "Have you checked?"
Sven grinned.
"About the size of an apricot," he judged.
"Better get him in then before he begins to swell. He'll hang up for sure. She's awful tight," Arne said. "All right, little beastie, you are about to get your first human piece."
Nathalie could not believe what her ears told her. Surely there was no man as depraved as this. She had read of the orgies in early times but never, even in the blatant descriptions of the Bible, had she ever read of such a thing as this. Her mind had twisted such words as bestial into the conception of man behaving in a beast-like manner. As Arne jerked the leash up and pulled the dog onto her she could not accept the reality of their carnal act. She could feel the point stabbing frantically about her loins, and her screams began afresh as Arne leaned over and grabbed hold of the jerking saber.
"Take it easy, boy," he whispered gently, and then he was guiding the slimy dirk into her tight cunt.
"Eyiiiiiiii!" she screamed as an agony of pain washed over her. She twisted and strained away from the animal but she was tightly bound and all she succeeded in doing was to burn the ropes into her wrists and ankles.
"Oh God!" she wailed. "Let me die! Let me die! Let me die!"
Arne never took his hands away from the humping prick, pressing his fist tightly against her puffy furred lips. His free hand squeezed at her breast, his fingers gouging hungrily into her soft, spongy flesh.
The animal was moaning though one could hardly hear it for the terror-stricken screams of the girl. His strokes were getting shorter and shorter and finally, Arne released her breast and, still pressing his other hand against her cunt, he mounted the violently humping animal. Now he leaned over and felt of the connection with both hands, seeming to drain their fire into his own writhing body.
"Ohhhhhhh!" he moaned. "That is so good. Oh, that is sooooo good! Like it, boy? Like fucking a nice tight cunt? God, what a cock this animal will have. Ohhhh! Sven! His knot is a goodly size. Get it in there, boy! All the way! Jaaaaaaaaa!"
He was in a frenzy, his body working with the animal's as he felt of the action itself.
Sven and Edvard were rubbing their own bulges miserably, aching to join in the flesh pleasures of their master.
"Ohhhhhhh! It is coming! Oh, sweet Jesus, it is a load!" he moaned, and then he and the animal stiffened as though they were one, and he felt the dog disgorge his cum into the bleeding cunt of the girl.
"Ahhhhhh!" he wailed as his own release washed over him and he stepped away and leaned heavily against the wall.
Nathalie did not scream as the dog jerked and twisted, trying to pull away from her. Several moments before, she had, mercifully, fainted.