Chapter 9
Something hot and wet was licking her face. Janice opened her eyes, unaware of where she was at first. She remembered the bathtub-all that horrible piss coming out of Jack's rigid cock. It had splashed all over her, wetting her down, making her retch with disgust and yet, at the same time, exciting her.
"Oh!" she moaned weakly.
She couldn't move. When she went to draw her hands across her face, the woman realized she was back in Jack's bed, her arms stretched high over her head and stretched apart, her wrists bound to the headboard. Jack had hardly dried her off. The stink of stale piss hung around her nose.
"OH!" she cried a little louder, realizing something was touching her, caressing her. Turning her face to one side Janice found herself staring at a very large, black Doberman.
"AHIYYEEE!" she screamed, jerking as far as the ropes would let her. Terror knifed through her, nearly knocking her mentally off-balance. She had always been terrified of dogs. That was one of the many complaints her daughter, Linda, had of her-she refused to have a dog in the house. Now there was one only inches from her, licking her face, his pointed ears flattened against the sides of his head while his short, bristly fur stood up around his throat. He backed away at her scream, his back bowing slightly in the middle while his forepaws stretched out toward her. Janice pounded the mattress desperately with her legs, her head rolling from side to side as she wailed for help.
"Oh, God, please, please, somebody come and help me! Oh, don't let him get close to me! ONHHHH, HELP!" she shrieked.
The Doberman was apparently unimpressed by the woman's growing terror. After several seconds had passed, he went back to licking her chin and throat. He was almost friendly. Janice's shrieks were reduced to throaty whimpers, her eyes bugging out while sweat broke out all over her body. She tried worming away from him, sliding her body to the left. But her wrists were still tightly fastened to the headboard and refused to move. Then the dog was pulled back by its master. "Something wrong?" Jack asked.
Jack was holding his animal by the rhinestone collar, pulling the whining dog back but still keeping him on the bed. Janice felt a little relief and shifted her horrified gaze up to the big man.
"Wh-where did he come from?" The woman could barely get out the words.
"He's been around. It's a big apartment. I usually keep him in the kitchen to guard the back entrance. He knows to keep quiet when I have guests ... unless I want him to come on in," Jack answered.
Janice screwed up her forehead, unable to follow where this conversation was leading.
"Whew!" Jack exclaimed. "You smell. I thought about giving you a bath, but then I thought about Max here and had a better idea."
Janice stared at him, a picture of what was about to happen gradually clearing in her mind. But it was so horrible, so demented, she couldn't imagine anyone actually forcing her to go through with it.
She rolled her head from side to side, dropping her gaze and noticing for the first time a small, darkred prickhead creeping from the dog's furry cocksheath. The dog was growing excited, sitting there obediently, waiting for his next order.
Janice tugged desperately at the ropes holding her arms prisoner. The ropes groaned, and the headboard banged against the plaster wall. But still she was held prisoner. When the woman calmed down, Jack continued.
"You know, the dog's in rut. And baby, there's nothing more savage than a fuckin' dog when he's horny," Jack whispered.
Janice's eyes widened. The dog was a very massive animal! He was heavy-boned and seemed to have a huge cock. His prick was almost as big as a stallion's cock. His hair was short and sleek, the black highlights of his coat reflecting from the lamp illuminating the bedroom. As Max panted he sprayed spittle on his snout. She struggled again, tugging at the ropes. What was going to happen next? Was he going to make the Doberman fuck her the way she had heard animals fucked women in Tiajuana? Jerking her head up, she took in both master and pet, then let herself go limp. Why couldn't she control her body? Even now, she felt her thighs ripple, become flecked with cunt juice. Was it possible to turn onto something as vile, as perverted as this? Could it be she actually wanted this animal to fuck her, perhaps even lick her pussy and drive her to the heights of ecstasy?
As the Doberman watched her twist on the bed, he became aroused. He could smell her pussy juice as it started seeping from her cunt again. His prick stiffened, slipped out several more inches. He took a step toward her, but Jack's hand on his collar held the animal back. The dog barked his frustration, Jack pulling back on the collar.
"Max wants you very much, baby," Jack said. "And he's gonna get what he wants."
The finality in his voice told Janice she didn't have a prayer in convincing him to change his mind. She lay there helplessly, trying to speak. But it was as if her vocal chords were frozen. What was worse was that her mind was frozen. She couldn't think. The Doberman growled, tugging wildly at his leash. All she could do was look and tremble.
"Go on, lick the nice lady," Jack said in a mocking voice.
Janice shivered, watching the dog come closer and closer to her. She could feel his hot, damp breath against her thighs. Fanning out her toes until they cramped, the woman shifted her ass back and forth over the sheets, feeling them gather up in her wet, tight asscrack. Terror made her chest tighten, her flesh crawl. She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her wrists. Trying to worm away from the animal was useless. She couldn't move away from the beast. All she could do was lay there and take whatever the dog wanted to give her.
Her body jerked when the Doberman touched her with his tongue. It was a light, feathery touch, leaving a small dab of spittle on her left thigh. Janice looked down at the wet spot, feeling revulsion. The animal twisted its head and looked curiously at her as she moaned. She shook as if she were having a fit. This was too much, far too much for Janice. The viciousness of the animal could only be matched by the viciousness of the man holding it. Jack still tugged back at the collar, arching his spine for better balance while still grinning down at her. One thing the woman also noticed was that the man's cock was growing hard, slowly rising up from his groin, thickening, stiffening as he watched Janice cringing and moaning helplessly on his king-sized bed. The mattress groaned with her uncoordinated movements. The woman rubbed the backs of her legs over the sheets, perspiration wetting down the cotton.
"Please, take him away from me. I'll do anyting to you, really I will," she pleaded.
Of course, Jack had no intention of accommodating her. He slowly let his right arm relax, straightening it, letting the dog move closer and closer to the woman once more.
Janice saw he was finally going to let Max touch her. This time, she guessed, there would be no tugging back on the collar.
"Go on, boy, enjoy yourself," Jack urged, letting go of the collar. Jack then stepped back and started to move his fingers back and forth over his cock.
Janice thought her heart would stop when the hot, wet tongue touched her thighs. She arched her back slightly, banging her head against the headboard while scratching her palms with her fingernails again. Thrills shot up and down her thighs and belly like tiny electric shocks. The big muscles in her asscheeks cramped as she arched her back a little more.
"UGHHHHHH," Janice moaned as Max went to work.
The woman made a face, shutting her eyes tightly and snapping her head to one side. She tried jerking her thighs away, twisting them to one side. But Max, now left on his own, stopped her protest quickly by jumping forward and putting his forepaws down on her upper legs. The feel of those soft pads, accented by Max's pointed toenails, made the woman stop her cries, stop her resistance for the moment. She lay there as if paralyzed, taking deep breaths, trying to overcome the tightening of her chest that threatened to strangle her. In the distance, she could hear Jack breathing heavily, hear the slick slapping of his fingers jerking over his cock.
"Oh, no, no, no!" she groaned frantically. Janice was close to tears. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the terrible thoughts assailing her. She was like a plane out of control, spinning head over heels through the clouds. She was terrified of the large animal now towering over her. But at the same time she felt an unmistakable pleasure, a kind of sexual rage coursing through her pussy. Screwing up her face in wonder, the woman raised her head once more, opening her eyes and staring at the Doberman again.
Max was fully aroused now. His long, thick, knobby boner was sticking straight up from his hindquarters. His cock was jerking irregularly, slapping against the thin, black fur of his underbelly. His haunches quivered while his powerful sides heaved in and out. How odd it was to have this animal staring at her as hotly as Jack stared at her earlier. It was as if he had a mind like a man's, as if he could feel the same thing a human did when fucking. Of course, that was only a fantasy of her confused, overheated mind. Animals fucked simply to make baby animals, not for pleasure the way humans did. There had to be some pleasure, of course, but the human kind? Was it possible that master and animal were in collusion, that Max enjoyed sex simply for its own sake?
"Don't ... don't . . . " Janice cried in a tiny voice.
Her whimpering seemed to excite the Doberman more and more. He bared his teeth, licking up her thighs, then going back down to her ankles. Janice let out a shout, jerking her knees up and kicking back at the dog. Her legs flailed, making her body bounce against the mattress as she hammered her feet toward the barking Doberman.
"Go on, Max, get 'er," Jack said, his face contorted with lust as he jacked his hand faster and faster over his prick. At the same time, he rolled his balls with his other hand, fanning out his fingers and squeezing his balls slowly, carefully, feeling the cum boiling in his sacs. Jack wasn't about to jerk off just yet, however. He knew how Max liked to take his time with women. He'd trained him that way, trained him in the way he had trained himself. Yes, Janice was one of the best, one of the hottest women he'd had up in his apartment in a long time. But she certainly wasn't the first to taste the pleasures he had to offer, and she surely wouldn't be the last. He smiled grimly, watching the woman twist and writhe, pulling at her bonds, then relaxing helplessly, her body sagging as the dog covered her with his black, furry body. Yes, having a woman degraded by Max was the finale, the thing that Jack enjoyed most. It was better than the pissing scene, better than forcing women to fuck in all contorted positions with the various dildos and enemas he had stored in those trunks Janice had eyes so suspiciously earlier. And what was wonderful was that the women never complained in the end, never called the police or their boyfriends. yes, they loved his brand of fucking in the end, came to see his point of view, even begged him for more as he shoved them out the door. Some had returned on his request. Others, well ... Jack smiled. There were plenty of women out there pretending to dislike sex, especially fucking his way. But when he got them down, forced them to take his cock, they saw things differently. Then he practically had to use one of the cattle prods he kept for special occasions to drive them away.
Janice, however, was another story. He liked the way she moved, the way she kept up the game of hating this kind of fucking while all the time her juicing cunt and stiff nipples gave her true feelings away. Back at the bar, she had mentioned something about a young daughter. Now that would be something to have-a mother/daughter act in his apartment, both women moaning away in sexual delight while he had his way with them.
He'd have to talk to Janice after Max got through with her.
The dog was getting frisky now. Pulling back, he snorted at her, opening his jaws and revealing a powerful double row of spit-glistening crisscrossed fangs. Behind them, his red tongue moved, spittle flecking the short furs around his maw. A strange, throaty growl came out, making the woman cringe in terror. At the same time, the sound of Max's growl made her cunt twinge, pucker up, clench like a fist, only to relax then clench up again.
Max, after shaking his body violently, let out a grunt and dropped his head once more into her blonde cunt hairs.
Janice let out a sharp cry, her eyelids fluttering while her forehead wrinkled. She clawed at the walls, arching her back and raising her ass off the wrinkled sheets. She braced herself on her shoulder blades and heels, her body trembling mightily. Her tits shivered like mounds of jello while her chest heaved with each shuddering breath she took. It was awful, delightful! Contrary feelings whirled about in her mind as Max braced himself against the mattress and ate her pussy.
"UGHHHHHNOOOOOOO!" she wailed. Janice was fighting with herself as Max's sloppy tongue moved up along the fur-edged cuntlips, tugging the sensitive membranes up with his tongue. When it reached the top, it touched her clit, sending a shower of sexual electrical sparks into her pussy. The woman screamed, arching her back more while trembling like an epileptic. Her nostrils flared while her eyes bulged. It was awful, terrible, exciting! The headboard banged noisily against the wall while Janice fought with her feelings.
"Go for it, baby!" Jack shouted. "That's it. Let of Max take care of you the way I did. Just pretend it's me there, lickin' off your cunt."
Jack was sounding more and more excited as his cock throbbed faster and harder between his jerking hand. His balls tightened, pressing hard against his sac while beads of sweat dotted the fur covering his chest.
"UMMMMMMMM!" she moaned.
Slowly Janice's cries of horror were turning into yelps of delight. Max pulled back again, broken pieces of her blonde cunt hairs sticking to his maw. She stared down heavy-lidded at the Doberman, watching his tongue slap around his jaws, cleaning them. Then he went back to work again, slurping up her thighs, going down to her knees and wetting them with his spit. She writed frantically, pulling at her arms, beating the mattress with her legs. Her ass bounced along the mattress. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would frighten the animal away. Max had her where he wanted her. With a groan, Janice gave up her struggle. She was tired, so tired of all of this. Let him have his way. She wanted it with one part of her mind anyway!
Max fed on her cunt hungrily, his steady, low groan becoming louder, the vibrations transferring to her pussy as he ate lustily. Max's massive dick swung like a tree limb in the wind as he twisted his head and flicked his tongue over her cunt mound.
Janice shrieked louder and louder. Each scream seemed to be higher pitched than the last. Jack, at first, couldn't see the movement of the Doberman's jaws. It was hidden by the thick hairs of her cunt. But he saw Janice's reactions become violent with each passing second. Her tits jumped, rolled, collided together. The dark-red areolas became darker, the nipples stiffening until they looked as if they were made of granite chips.
The dog raised his head, his brown eyes blazing, rolling about. He studied his victim and let out another bark as her shouts seemed to heighten his lust.
"Oh, stop, STOP I" Janice shrieked, jerking her head from side to side.
The woman kept her eyes closed, able to read the truth in Jack's eyes. She knew he knew what was going on in her body and mind, but she had to play the game, try to fight off the beast when all the while she wanted to scissor her legs around his powerful head and let him feed all he wanted to on .her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
"GO FOR IT BABY!" Jack shouted, wrapping his right hand tightly around his prick and stopping the jizz from shooting out. It would be a nice, long night.