Chapter 3
Slave Traders
"Nobody wanted me. I'm plain. Maybe I'm ugly with this tiny nose of mine. I hate to use makeup.
"My mother didn't want me around anymore. I couldn't find a job. I can't seem to get things right-I always make mistakes.
"I saw this ad-something about a couple who wanted a girl to live with them and do sex with them. I figured why not? They'd take care of me and I'd take care of them.
"I don't mind doing things with a woman. Sometimes it's more fun. I can get awfully tired of getting big fat meat fucked into me. And eating it. When a woman wants to do things with me, or when a man wants to eat my cunt-I can enjoy it. I guess that's being bisexual. I don't care what kind of mouth does it, and there isn't much diff between a prick and a clit, except one is hard to get at, usually.
"So I wrote this couple. They were Howard and Vera. They threw me out a while ago. They told me flat out they were tired of me and I did too many wrong things in the house, so it was goodbye Nancy. They gave me money and I went. I went home to my mother for a couple weeks and I answered another ad.
"I like living with these couples like this. Lots of food and sex. I guess I'm a slave with them, too. I was with Howard and Vera. They explained it right off and when I said okay, they smiled and tied me up and stripped me naked and went at me.
"Howard had a good-sized prick on him. Long meat. I like long meat in me. It hurts way up in my belly when it's all the way in, but it doesn't stay hurting very long. It gets hot and then feels fine.
"Howard and Vera liked that about me-how I liked to be hurt. But to me it was only hurt for a minute. It always changed. Vera always liked to play with my tits because mine stick out and I've got nipples that swell up big. Vera told me once, my tits would sag down when I got older, but I'm only twenty-two now, so I've got a long time to go.
"Vera was almost as skinny as I am. I always eat but I don't gain. Just big tits and a skinny ass.
"I'm with Dorie and Grant now. But I'll tell about Howard and Vera. They took me to an orgy with another couple who had a slave girl, too.
"Their girl was a nigger chick. That surprised me when I saw her. She had the biggest tits and the biggest ass I ever saw on a girl. And there wasn't anything she wouldn't do. Her name was Sandra.
"That night I was in the kitchen washing some dishes when Howard came in and started feeling up my tits. I never wore a bra when I was with them. Just a loose shirt or blouse or, a lot of times, nothing at all, just bare-assed naked. If they told me to get naked-I did it. I did everything they told me.
"Howard came up behind me and reached around and grabbed ahold of me and started pinching my nipples hard. I didn't have any top on then. My tits were hanging out tempting, I guess. Howard liked my tits a lot.
"My nipples got that hard ache and little needles of pain when he pinched tight, then they got all hot and itchy.
"He rubbed his meat up against my ass and told me they were going to take me to a special party at another couple's house and they were going to swap me for a few hours and play with the other couple's slave. He didn't expect an answer. He was telling me what was going to happen. I never gave them any back talk.
"He had a stiff on. He said, 'Turn around and suck me till I tell you to stop."
"I went down on my knees and there was his long fat meat sticking out of his pants. Howard's prick was circumcized and the head was silky purple and shaped nice. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard. He didn't want any hand action, just tight sucking and lots of wiggling tongue. I learned that the first hour I was with them.
"He let me suck away till he was just about to shoot off into my mouth, then he pulled out. His prick was jumping. He almost waited too long. He was gasping and shaking. But his meat didn't shoot, and he was able to save it for the party. He sometimes tried that pulling out and didn't make it-then he shoved it back in my mouth and I'd take him off and get a good mouthful of jism and have to swallow it.
"If you're a slave you always have to swallow jism. I don't mind.
"Around eight that night I was wearing red hotpants and a red top. No bra. No shoes. Vera let me wear a headband to keep my long blonde hair in control.
"Howard wore slacks and a blue shirt and loafers. Vera wore a silver microdress to show off her tan and brown hair and green eyes. She wore matching silver sandals. She looked nice.
"In the car while Howard drove, Vera was in the back seat with me. She was playing with me. She liked to roam her hands on me and whisper orders and do the supreme mistress act. It turned her on.
"She had her hands under my top, feeling my tits, digging her fingernails in. She liked to leave marks. Once in a while she would draw some blood with those nails.
"I had to lay quiet and enjoy it. I did, actually. My tits got warm and tingly inside after she got started squeezing and digging. She told me to take off my hot pants, and I did. I get a kick out of something like that. I was naked from the waist down. The cool air felt nice between my legs.
"Vera liked to rape me with her fingers. She dug in three fingers at once and jabbed some inside with her nails. It was like an animal that had a claw inside my cunt. I jerked and got whimpery from the first pain, but then my cunt turned into a tunnel that was melting in on whatever was in it.
"Vera triple-finger-fucked me for a minute and got me all hot and gasping. Then she pulled out her fingers and made me lick them clean of my goo.
"Eating my juice like that made me shiver with a funny kind of feeling ... I wanted to be made to do awful things. I like to be forced to do things 'normal' people would vomit over.
"Then Vera pushed down her panties and told me to eat her pussy. She slumped low and pulled her knees up. This was normal for her. Sometimes she and Howard took me along to a drive-in movie and I spent half the time on my knees eating her or sucking him.
"I got down between Vera's thighs and put my tongue into her cunt. She liked me to tongue fuck her some before I started on her clit. She tasted like oil with a little vinegar in it, and she smelled nice. She used Emeraude in her pussy hair
"I tongue fucked her for about two minutes. My face got smeared from her wetness, and I had my nose rubbing on her clit. Vera was making little happy sounds. She liked the way I did her. She said, "lip on my clit now, Nancy."
"I slid my tongue out of her cunt and up into the groove. Her clit was set deep but it was like an eraser on the end of a pencil, about that size.
"I got my thumbs into her and opened her up and got my lips on her clit. It was stiff and waiting. I started actually sucking on it. I could suck it up into my mouth a little bit.
"My doing that drove her wild. She started breathing fast and getting a trembly sound to it right away, which meant she was almost coming off.
"When Vera came off from my eating her she moaned and talked a lot at the same time. Like, 'Eat me, you little cunt-lapping bitch! Keep it up, keep it up, keep it up....Eat my clit, eat it. You little whore. Lick cunt. Lick it! Lick it!' while she was gasping and squirming around.
"While I ate her, I wished Howard wasn't driving. A lot of times at their house, when they used me, he'd push his long meat into me from behind. That got me going good.
"In the car that night I was worked up good, too, besides Vera. I was scared of what the other couple might do. But that was nice-being scared like that. I like that icky feeling in my stomach. I like being a slave. I deserve everything I get ... like being tied up and whipped sometimes and forced to serve my masters in dirty ways.
"In the car, Howard said we were almost there. Vera stopped me and put on her panties. She told me to get my hot pants on, too. I wouldn't have done it unless she told me it was okay. A slave doesn't do anything unless she is told to.
"Howard pulled into a driveway and we got out.
The house was long and low-like a million others out in the valley.
"I followed my masters up to the door. It opened and I got my first look at the couple who were going to use me that night. They were both redheads. John was his name. He had a crew-cut. He was skinny, with big bony hands. He wore a Japanese kimono and was barefooted.
"Beth's hair was cut short in a kind of Italian style-all tight curls up against her skull. Her eyes were gray and set too close together. She was short and had wide hips. She wore a Japanese kimono, too. Her tits were loose inside-low slung and wide-set.
"They looked at me with a kind of curious hunger.
"They all said hello and took us inside. That's when Howard and Vera and I first saw Sandra. She was stark naked, all black skin and blue-red nipples and pussy lips. She was kneeling, just by the entranceway to the living room, with her nappy head bowed.
"Sandra was a plump girl, about eighteen or so, and like I said before, with hugest tits and biggest ass I've ever seen. Also, her pussy was shaved. She was like a black baby between her thighs. Her nipples stuck out like thumbs. They made mine look like peas.
"Howard grinned and said hey. Vera smiled and said, 'That's our toy for tonight? She looks very well-trained."
"John and Beth said she was. They'd had her for almost a year. John snapped his fingers and told Sandra to go get the drinks. She jumped up and walked fast toward the kitchen. Her big ass and those huge tits waggled like crazy.
"Then John turned to me. 'So this is Nancy.' He started feeling me. So did Beth. He said, 'Do you mind if we strip her?'
"Howard said go ahead, so John pulled my top up and off me and Beth unzipped my hot pants. I was naked in a couple seconds.
"I was a piece of meat they were inspecting. They had soft, smart hands. Beth ran fingers up the insides of my thighs and trailed them over my pussy lips. John had his hands full of my tits, and his thumbs worked over my nipples, making them stick out hard.
"John asked, 'Is she deep?'
"Howard said, 'She gets tight around seven inches."
"John smiled and I knew from the look he had that I was going to get my cunt stuffed with more than seven inches. And I saw his robe prod out from his prick, and that prod was halfway down to his knees.
"Naked Sandra came back carrying a tray with some chilled drinks. I got my eyes full of her extra large tits. They hung down a lot, but they were also very far out. They shook like they were stuffed with Jell-O.
"Everybody but Sandra and me had a drink. We didn't count. We stood and looked each other up and down while our masters went on into the living room and sat down.
"We didn't move unless we were told. We were like obedient, well-trained dogs. That's what a girl slave has got to be. And good slaves are well-treated and even loved by their masters, sometimes.
"Sandra split her thick lips and smiled at me. I wondered if she and I would be ordered to do each other. I'd never made it with a Negro girl before.
"Beth called Sandra. 'Get Hannibal. Bring him in here!'
"I saw Sandra's eyes get wide and close tight for a second. A shiver went through her. But she snapped around and didn't say a word and went out through the kitchen door again.
"A minute later she came back with a man-sized Great Dane trotting along beside her. His tongue was out and he was trying to lick her pussy. I saw his long red spike of a prick sliding down, too, out of that furry barrel between his hind legs.
"I heard John say, 'This will show you how well broken she is. Sandra, get down and suck Hannibal's cock till he comes."
"I was told to come into the living room and watch. I did, but I didn't want to. I was afraid they'd tell me to do that, too. My guts were tight. I didn't know if I could.
"Sandra got blank-faced. She got down on her back on the carpet. She kept her legs close because the big dog was nuzzling her pussy.
"John said loudly to the dog, "Stay! Hannibal! Stay!'
"The Dane whined but he lifted his head and stood still. He looked unhappy.
"Sandra got her head under his belly from the side and rolled up on an elbow till she was facing that long red dog prick. It was shiny wet and jerking fast. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and wrapped those fat purplish lips of hers around that thin red prick.
"I could see her jaw and throat muscles moving as she sucked. Hannibal whined and did a little four-legged dance in one place. Then he started automatically into fucking her mouth.
"I got the shivers watching. That dog fucked into her mouth so fast his ass was like a blur. He danced around and jumped his front legs up onto her naked back and shoulders, so he was facing her. He was fucking straight into her mouth.
"Sandra got both her elbows under her tits and got onto her stomach and was just a mouth-cunt for that dog. He was up on his hind legs, and was jabbing his prick into her tight mouth like greased lightning. He was panting and grinning and his tongue was lolling out and he whined loud.
"Sandra was making gaspy sounds when she could. Her head was being joggled by those fast fucks into her mouth.
"Howard and Vera were goggle-eyed. John and Beth were all smiles, real proud.
"John's kimono was off his thighs from the way he was sitting, cross-ankled, knees wide, and I could see his prick. Christ, I couldn't get my eyes away to watch Sandra and the dog. John had a whang on him I almost couldn't believe. His prick hung down like a fucking banana! Just about as long, too. And it curved a little, too. It started thick, got thicker, and curved, and tapered down to the small head, and even the head was covered with the skin, even though he had a stiff on. I swear, it looked just like a flesh-colored banana. My cunt started to squeeze and itch just from my seeing it.
"In the meantime, the dog was starting to slobber all over Sandra's back. He was really socking it to her mouth. Then suddenly the dog hunched over a little more and his whining changed and his prick was going in and out of her thick lips like it was bullets.
"She made some funny wet sounds-and then runny white stuff started dribbling out of her lips around his slick red prick.
"Hannibal just stopped mouth-fucking her. He slid off the side and forgot to stay. He walked around Sandra's big black body, sniffing at her, snuffling, and then he plopped down at John's feet. He put his head down between his paws and gazed at Sandra with sad brown eyes.
"She stayed on her belly, waiting to be told what to do next. She swallowed the dog's jism, but some had dribbled down on her chin.
"Beth said, 'Good girl, Sandra. Go wipe your face and rinse out your mouth."
"Sandra got up and left the room. Her big black ass flipped as she walked.
"Beth asked Vera, 'Does Nancy do well giving head?'
"Vera said, 'Oh, yes.' She signaled me. 'Crawl over here and eat Beth."
"I was relieved that was all I had to do to prove I was tamed and a good slave.
"I crawled over to where Beth was sitting on a sofa beside Howard and Vera. John was in a club chair nearby, watching me.
"Beth smiled and opened her thighs for me. Her kimono parted. She had a shaven pussy, too. She reached out with both hands and pulled my head deep between her thighs. She had perfumed herself. Her pussy was smoothly shaved, soft as a child's. I licked my tongue up and down over the reddish lips a few times, then stiffened it and worked it inside to the special wet softness.
"Beth tasted nice. I searched with my tongue tip and found her clit, a stiff bulge that stood up in her slit and actually curved down. I started licking it as hard and as fast as I could.
"Her hands pulled my face tighter against her pussy. Her soft thighs tensed against my ears. She laughed. 'Oh, she's good! My God, is she good!'
"Vera said, pleased, 'I knew you'd like her."
"John said, 'I can't wait to get inside that little ass of hers."
"I had my eyes closed. My hearing was muffled by Beth's thighs. Her fingers worked in my hair. I did manage to hear John say, 'Sandra, show Howard and Vera to the guest bedroom. Obey them as you do us."
"I heard my masters leave the room. I was alone with Beth and John. A sinking feeling weighed down the pit of my stomach.
"Beth caressed my head as I kept on licking her big clit. She said, 'She's getting me off!' Her voice got quivery. She pulled my face too tight against her pussy. I couldn't breathe. Her pussy pressed up against my mouth. I licked that big bulge as fast as I could. My lungs started to burn. My nose was pressed deep into the fat just above the top of her slit.
"She was jerking her hips and giving deep, amazed-sounding grunts. Her fingers were clenched in my hair. Just when I was seeing spots and my lungs were on fire, she relaxed her hold and I got to suck in some air.
"Then I felt John's big bony hands on my hips and knew he was down behind me. I felt the brush of part of his kimono, and the end of his stiff prick in my crotch, poking around my pussy.
"I licked Beth some more-I had to keep licking her until she told me to stop-and John reached under between my legs and felt around in my pussy. He had long, knobby fingers. He said, 'She's wet."
"Beth was squirming slowly against my mouth. She said breathlessly, 'Fuck her, dear."
He laughed. He poked the end of his prick into my pussy. It slid easily into my cunt. Then more and more of it slid in. It got thicker and wider and the head was sunk way the hell and gone into me! I was full of his prick and he was pushing more in. That fucking banana was big! I moaned against Beth's pussy and she laughed.
"'She's feeling you, dear."
"Feeling him! Shit, I was getting stretched to my limit, and then some! It was hurting. And he still had prick left to shove in. The head of his whang was way up in my belly, feeling like it was tearing through the bottom of my cunt.
"He drew back a little and said, 'Tight.' Then he shoved it all in-for a split second. My cunt felt like it was full of knives.
"I grunted with the pain. But I wanted more of it. I got it, too. He slammed all that big banana all the way in again. Then again!
"The pain started to transform itself. I started to dig it. It got to be red-hot flashes of sensation each time. I could appreciate the sliding of all that meat, and the crush in me when he slogged tight against my ass. I really started to moan, then. I ate Beth with a vengeance. I was steamy.
"She started to get tense again. 'She's turning on, and so am I! What a sweet little slave! Oh, is she good!'
"John was fucking me like a pile driver! My head kept being bumped against Beth's pussy. I stiffened my tongue and let it stab against her clit that way.
"Each time John slammed that pole into me it felt like he was pulling my clit in with it. I started to shiver in my belly from the hot flashes I was getting, and I felt that wonderful melting feeling in my cunt. I was going off. I couldn't help it. I don't come very much. Things have to be just right and they have to last awhile. But that night, with John's stiff meat slogging me so fucking deep like that, and with Beth's smooth wet pussy jumping against my face, I made it big. I was shaking and moaning like crazy. It felt so damned strong I thought my brain was going to split at the seams.
"John pulled all the way out of me. I felt hollow. I whimpered and wanted him in me again. I kept on licking Beth's clit. She was going off again. I was concentrating on tonguing her good when I felt John stick a finger into my asshole. Just the tip first, then the whole finger. It wasn't rare, getting a finger in that hole. But I had a prem he'd be ramming his banana in there next.
"I was right. Just as Beth was tightening up and grinding her sloppy pussy against my mouth and tongue, John put the head of his prick against my asshole and pushed it in."
To the best of our knowledge no one has yet compiled any statistics concerning the incidence of this type of masochism. In fact, during a counseling and therapy involvement spanning just under fifteen years, this writer has encountered only two cases of like intensity.
The underlying element is, as we have stated, masochism. And, as any reasonably informed person will be aware, a case of this nature would have to be regarded as a rather high form of masochism. Masochism, in one of its less common forms, compels a person to purposely degrade himself or herself. Such is the form we see here, and we see it in a rather marked degree, which is probably indicative of several traumatic events in the subject's early life, although the interview was not handled in such a manner as to offer very many revelatory insights into Nancy's past.
In order to bring this particularly interesting case into proper focus, we shall have to acquaint the reader of some of the fundamentals of female degradation, and the psychic aberration which provides the machinery that mobilizes it: masochism.
Masochism is a sexual deviation in which pleasure is derived from pain. The pain may be self-inflicted or inflicted by others, and either consciously sought or unconsciously invited.
The term is derived from the name of the Austrian novelist Leopold V. Sacher-Masoch (1836-95), whose stories frequently included scenes of sexual pleasure associated with pain. But masochism is also applied in a broader sense to the satisfaction which some persons experience from imposing extreme suffering or hardship on themselves, as in .martyrdom, religious flagellation, asceticism, and needless sacrifices for others. Many psychiatrists believe there is a sexual component even in these cases, although it may be deeply hidden or disguised.
In some cases masochistic tendencies are expressed only in sexually stimulating fantasies of abuse by others. Full-blown masochists, however, obtain sexual excitement and satisfaction from such activities as cutting themselves, sticking pins into various parts of their bodies, or being whipped, choked, tied up, bitten, trampled, or castigated verbally. In general, behavior of this kind seems to be more common in women than men, perhaps because of an association between submissiveness, sex, and suffering in our culture. The tendency occurs in mild form in normal individuals but may be extremely exaggerated in certain psychiatric disorders.
Many explanations of masochistic behavior have been offered, but no single theory seems to apply to all cases. Most of the causal factors run parallel to those for sadism, since the two deviations are frequently found in the same individual. The following are most often cited:
First, in some instances sexual masochism appears to be an expression of a general tendency to react to frustration, disappointment, and failure by feeling sorry for one's self and wallowing in one's misery. With many people, suffering yields major satisfactions in terms of self-righteousness, self-sacrifice, atonement for the sins of mankind, or general spiritual uplift. "Secondary gains" of attention and sympathy may also be involved, and in some cases of both sexual and nonsexual masochism, suffering may be accepted or invited as a means of relieving a conscious or unconscious sense of guilt.
Second, according to psychoanalytic theory, people seek out situations in which they can be injured or humiliated as a means of denying or holding in check their hostile sadistic impulses. Instead of hurting others, they crave to be hurt themselves. Sometimes this reaction carries over directly into sexual behavior. In addition, psychoanalytic theory relates masochism to castration anxiety. The individual may invite pain as a price to be paid in advance to ward off castration, or as a means of reassuring himself that he can be hurt without being castrated.
Third, women who have been taught that sex is disgusting and shameful may require the infliction of pain as a prelude to sexual relations-that is, it is the price they must pay for this guilt-laden pleasure.
Fourth, an association between sex and pain may be established early in life. Some mothers warn their daughters away from early sexual experiences by exaggerating the pain of first intercourse. Painful menstruation, masturbation, or defloration may confirm the association between sex and suffering. In some cases children actually experience sexual pleasure while they are suffering pain: the boy or girl who is put across an adult's knee to be spanked may be sexually aroused as a result of the bodily contact.
Fifth, neglected or rejected children may in some cases interpret punishment of any kind as evidence of interest or even affection. Later on, such children, usually girls, may submit to being hurt by their sex partners in order to increase their erotic response and assure themselves that they are loved and wanted. Such women may actually seek out sadistic marital partners.
Sixth, masochism may be practiced as a direct means of increasing sexual gratification, often as a result of early experiences that associate sexual pleasure with pain. Young girls and boys frequently discover that tickling and hair pulling are stimulating and pleasurable. This may later lead to masochistic behavior that is more directly associated with sex-for example, during sexual foreplay they may find that they enjoy being playfully beaten or crushed or "smothered" with kisses. In most cases they are content with these milder forms of masochism, and the tendency does not progress further. In some instances, however, a man or woman finds that he cannot be sexually aroused or reach orgasm unless he suffers pain. From there on, masochism may progress to any conceivable degree.
Neurotic individuals who have fundamental doubts about their sexual adequacy, or strong unconscious feelings of guilt, frequently require increasingly strenuous whippings or other forms of abuse before they can achieve sexual gratification. Male masochists sometimes visit brothels that are equipped with ingenious devices for torture. In psychotic cases, where the individual has gross delusions of sin, or where behavior is completely disorganized and irrational, masochists have been known to mutilate, castrate, and even fatally injure themselves.
Because of space limitations we cannot remark at length on the bestiality aspect of Nancy's history. Sexual contact with animals appears to be a universal phenomenon, since laws and taboos concerning bestiality are found in practically all societies. Although all forms of bestiality are considered objectionable in our society, the practice is regarded as clearly pathological only where sexual relations with animals are preferred to contacts with humans of the opposite sex. As in other cases of sexual deviation it may reflect a fear of inadequacy and rejection in approaching ordinary sexual relations. When this deviation is persistently practiced it is often a sign of either psychosis or inferior intelligence. As we return to our history of Nancy, we will see that her masochism takes on some rather distinct forms.
"I'm no stranger to being cornholed. I had boyfriends who dug it and who used me that way before I went into slavery.
"I loosened my muscles there when he came in. It hurt some, but nothing to what it would have been like if I'd stayed tight-assed.
"John had this small head, but once he got a few inches into my rectum he got thick and then thicker. I thought I was going to be split. I've never had to open up that much. Christ, what a pole! I knew I had a prick in my ass, believe me!
"Beth was through her come. She asked him, 'Are you going into her anus?'
"I suppose he nodded. I still had my face buried between her thighs.
"She said, 'Give it to her good, dear!'
"He didn't have to be told. I was lucky his prick was coated with my cunt juices. It made taking him in the ass a lot easier.
"He got wedged in to where he was thickest. He was hissing and swearing and shoving, and I was biting my lips it hurt so bad. I was getting that feeling of having to shit, like having a huge turd ready to come out. Only this turd was going in!
"He had a good hold of my skinny hips and was screwing this way and that, getting a little deeper every second ... then glunk-the fattest part of that prick of his was inside, and he was all the way into my bowels, to the fucking hilt! That head of his was so far up into my guts it hurt. I never had a prick that far in before to where it hurt. I don't know how much he had-eight inches maybe. One motherfucker of a prick!
"John started working in and out, in and out, getting his pole slippery, getting me looser. He told Beth, 'Great ass!'
"She asked him, 'As good as mine, dear?'
"'Maybe.' He laughed. 'Lower sigmoid. I'm really getting tightening in the curve."
"I remember that, but I don't know what it means. I do know I had pain like lightning striking in there when he got the last fucking inch into my ass! But that was good. He started slapping up against my ass, burying that long,, fat prick, and I started getting a spot of golden fire way up in there.
"My tongue was aching from working away at Beth's big clit. It hurt from applying pressure during the licking. But I forgot that. I was feeling the glory of another pain-come in my ass. For me, coming from the turning inside out of pain is the best. It wipes me out. I don't have to have my clit rubbed or anything, just enough pain, not too strong, and not too weak. John gave it to me when he cunt-fucked me and ass-fucked me.
"I wish every master had a whang like that. I was into my pleasure, all shivery and melting, when he pulled out. He was breathing fast and shaky. He said, 'Turn around! Suck me!'
"I was in a daze. I pulled my face from Beth's crotch and turned on my knees, and there was John back on his heels, that curved prick sticking up, jerking and wobbling in the air, the skin pulled down to show the small head.
"That's my scene. Something that would turn anybody else off. I got a funny dizziness for a second, then I bent over and opened my mouth and clamped my lips over that prick head of his.
"It tasted awful and I got dizzy again for a second. I drove down on that prick as far as I could, till I had it all the way back in my throat and my lips couldn't stretch any bigger around, and I had that ugly taste all up and down my tongue.
"I was whimpering from some kind of emotion. I was far gone. I was happy in a weird slave way. I took my mouth off his prick and started to lick it clean. I noticed the dog, Hannibal, still over by the club chair, just sitting there with his head cocked, watching. His wet black nose was wrinkling as he picked up all the smells from us.
"Beth went over to the chair and sprawled in it, her legs wide open, her kimono left behind on the sofa. She said, 'Hannibal! Eat mother! Eat mother!'
"That dog got his muzzle up against her naked pussy and started lapping away, slurping into her lips. I could see Beth start to shiver and shake. Dogs love to lick a cunt. If a woman will let them. Most women get up-tight when a dog snuffles around their crotch.
"I kept on licking John's big prick. I got my tongue down into his curly red hair and wet it down. I didn't look up at him. I heard him say, 'Good girl, get it all clean."
"My mouth tasted ugly and gummy when I finished cleaning him off a minute or two later.
"John shifted back off his heels to his butt. He leaned back onto his elbows and said, "Nancy, I want you to suck me off all the way now. Make it good. Lots of mouth friction and lots of tongue."
"I nodded and got on my hands and knees over his thighs. I dipped my head and scooped up the end of his wet prick with my tongue and mouth. I raised it up, still captured in my mouth, and began sucking hard and bobbing my head.
"He sighed. 'Yes. Exactly."
"I had my hands planted wide. My head rose and fell endlessly. I took his prick to the back of my throat, with my lips going down his thickening middle part till I nearly cracked my jaw. Up and down, up and down, till my tongue got tired of sliding this way and that and my jaw and neck and shoulder and arm muscles got tired.
"I didn't think I'd ever get him off. But slowly his belly muscles got tense. His chest pumped air faster. His prick got bigger and harder.
"John spent half the time watching me sucking his prick, and half the time watching Beth getting head from the Great Dane. From the corner of my eye I watched, too. The dog's long red prick was hanging out again. He was lapping her like crazy, slobbering all over her crotch. Beth was jerking and twitching and coming off all the time.
"Then the big dog gave a deep bark and jumped up, his front feet on her breasts and shoulders and started jabbing that long, thin red rod of his at her cunt.
"Beth wasn't surprised. She laughed, all excited and said, all gaspy, 'Hannibal! You want to fuck your mother?'
"He barked loud. She slid lower and took his jabbing prick and got it inside her cunt.
"That dog fucked her like he'd done it lots of times. He wasn't scared. He thumped it into her!
"Seeing his wife getting it from the Dane got John all hot. He went off deep in my mouth.
"I got the first big shot in my throat, when I had my mouth full of his prick. I nearly choked. He pumped more and more jism as I sucked harder than ever, all-out, and bobbed my head as fast as I could.
"He moaned for me to stop. I obeyed. I kept as much of his jism as I could, and swallowed it. It helped wipe out some of the shit taste. I worked up as much saliva as I could, too, and swallowed
"Beth couldn't take too much of the stabbing Hannibal was giving her cunt. She was quivering. She pushed him down just as he started to shoot off. The poor dog squirted all over the carpet. He barked and whined and ran around the room like he was crazy. He looked awfully big and dangerous for a minute. But he quieted down.
"John said, 'We should have let him finish in Nancy."
"Beth said yes, but he was too far gone and she didn't want to clean his stuff out of her vagina, so she had pushed him out.
"John went into the kitchen and got a wet rag and some rug stuff and cleaned the jism spots on the carpet.
"Everybody was naked. Skinny, bony John, with that long, soft meat swinging between his scrawny legs. And short, big-hipped Beth, with her saggy, wide tits and short, curled red hair. And me-button nose, long hair, big, nice tits and narrow ass.
"John told Hannibal to stay. Then he and Beth took me into a special room in the back of their house. They locked the door, which was thick and I guess soundproofed, from the way it fitted shut. The walls were cork paneling and the ceiling was a little lower than it should have been. It was cork.
"What made me nervous was the padded leather table with straps and buckles, and the chains and manacles hanging from the back wall.
"There were some cabinets against another wall. And the carpet was deep red and very thick and soft. Sounds just dropped dead in that room.
"John said, 'Lie on the table, Nancy. We're going to do things to you. On your back."
"I did it. They strapped me down with my knees tied to my chest. Then they put a gag into and over my mouth. Christ, did I feel helpless and alone and scared.
"I saw John get a couple of big fat rubber pricks from a drawer. He and Beth had fun picking out added extra attachments-french ticklers and sleeves of rubber bumps and a couple of torpedo vibrators that fitted inside the fake pricks.
"Then John and Beth came over to me and smiled down at me. They ran their hands into my crotch. They couldn't feel my tits. My knees were tied up against my tits. It sounds painful or at least uncomfortable, but it wasn't. The table was padded under the leather with foam rubber. The straps were snug but not too tight.
"They fiddled with my pussy. Beth said, 'She's slippery. She obviously likes the idea."
"John waggled his big rubber prick in front of my eyes. He had it loaded with some kind of ticklers and stiff with a vibrator. He said, 'Ten inches of dildo, Nancy. You're going to feel this all the way down to your toes."
"Beth showed me the one she had decorated with all kinds of rows of rubber bumps and with a big stick-up clit thumper at the base. She said, 'Ten inches, too, so get yourself prepared for a thrill of a lifetime."
"They let me watch as they smeared some slick goop from a tube over the pricks. Then they moved down to the end of the table and I knew I was just about to get royally fucked with those things.
"I had slimy guts and I was gaspy with fear. Ten inches! Those rubber pricks had looked a helluva lot thicker and longer than John's real prick ... and he'd been all I could handle without rupturing.
"I wondered-did Sandra take those things all the way? I thought maybe she had room for them in her big black belly ... and ass. Then I stopped thinking about anything. I started to feel.
"I felt one of the rubber pricks nudging around my asshole. John said, 'Let it in, Nancy. Relax. Nothing is going to keep it out."
"He was right. He was applying a lot of push. I couldn't clench my asshole enough to stop it. So I tried to go loose there as much as possible. But-shit-that thing was thick! The only good thing was that grease they put on it. It hurt to get that big rubber head in, but then it slid into my rectum so easy I was stuffed full clear up to where it started to hurt in a couple of seconds.
"John pressed it in hard, though, and I yelled into that gag. I couldn't move, I was strapped down so good. And he pushed and shoved that huge rubber prick up into my asshole so far I saw stars! My guts just exploded into pain!
"Then he drew it almost all the way out, then shoved it in all the way again, as far as he could, I guess, and still hold onto it! Each time it reached way up in me I got that blast of pain. Faster and faster. And sure as shit the change came on and I got my hot, syrupy, runny sensation in there, and that explosion turned into a sparkler that felt better and better. I didn't want him to stop ramming me when I reached that point. I was shaking in my straps.
"Then I felt Beth pushing her big rubber prick into my cunt! They wanted to fuck me with both at once! And I didn't care. I had that big motherfucking rubber shaft going in my asshole, up into my guts, and I was so far gone on it I only wondered if it was physically possible to take two pricks that size at once.
"Beth got it into me, though. She worked that rubber dick with all those bumps on it so far up my cunt I had that hot pain-melting right away.
"John was on one side of the table, and Beth was on the other side, and they were both ramming their special prick into their favorite hole.
"Beth was pounding that thing into my cunt so fast and hard I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind! That clit-thumper she had attached to it was smacking me just the way it was designed to, but I had to take that monster to damn near the end of the road to get it.
"Christ, I was going out of my skull!
"Then Beth turned on the vibrator inside her rubber dong, and everything came alive! My belly and guts were nothing but one big buzz of pleasure. I was coming off, going higher on pain and clit pleasure than I ever had before in my life. I was yowling and screaming into that gag, and squirming and jerking on that table....I'll sure as shit never forget that.
"Beth stopped fucking that rubber whang into me first. She was panting. She was just plain arm-weary. And John stopped ramming in my ass, too. They pulled those clubs out of my cunt and asshole, and wiped them off and put them aside to be washed later.
"I could see John had a helluva stiff on from what he had done to me, and I could see Beth was hot as a firecracker the way she kept dipping her fingers into her pussy. She was drippy wet.
"John came over to me and took the gag out of my mouth. He said, 'One more performance, Nancy. Double duty again.' He laughed and did something to the end of the table. The end went down at an angle, and my head went with it.
"I found myself looking at his big, curved prick upside down. I lifted up my head and saw Beth with a double-ended, curved rubber prick, with straps, and she was sinking one half of that double prick into her cunt-one hell of a long way. She had to be built to take John, I figured.
"She came over to the table where I was still strapped down, all doubled up with my knees up on my tits. I had to let my head hang down again. My neck muscles got too weak.
"Beth got up on the end of the table and started to put the other end of that double prick into my cunt. That was a first for me-getting fucked by a woman.
"She leaned over my knees and held onto the sides of the table, and she pushed that prick down into my cunt.
"It was different from the other rubber prick she had used by hand-the one she had sunk in her and was sinking into me was fatter! It was like taking a greased baseball bat. It hurt good.
"Then it was buried in me and she had her pussy flush up against mine. She wriggled around and we rubbed pussy lips and clits, too! Weird, with her smiling down on me.
"She said, 'Now, John. I'm ready."
"That was when I got a shock. I was getting dizzy from having my head hanging down backward. The position drew my mouth open.
"John put the end of his prick in. Then he pushed in another couple inches till my mouth was full. I was captured ... I couldn't move my head away. He had me tight between his strong hands. My ears were muffled by his palms. His thumbs were right on my throat.
"John had a tremendous stiff on. His prick was like a huge, fat, hard, bone in my mouth. My lips were stretched thin around it. My jaw came unhinged. The blood was pounding in my head. I saw colors and stuff. Beth had started fucking like mad. That monster rubber prick was reaming my cunt. She must have been getting a tremendous whiplash in her own cunt from that action.
"I had a glow on from her fucking me with that thing, but what John was doing with my head had the shit scared out of me. He was shoving that prick of his deeper than I could take. Normally the back of my throat would stop a prick and I'd gag. But he had my head in such a position so there wasn't anything to stop him from shoving his whole prick down into my throat! I was already gagging! My jaw felt like it was sprung and my teeth were scraping along the top and bottom sides of his prick.
"He didn't stop! He reared back a little and I got a sucking breath of air, and then he shoved that monster prick into my throat till I couldn't get air at all and his balls were swinging against my nose and eyes! Shit! You can't even imagine what it feels like to have a prick shoved down your throat. It hurt! And I was jumping and writhing and strangling! What Beth was doing to me with that rubber prick of hers was wiped out. The whole fucking world was John's real live prick pumping in my throat.
"Try sticking a finger down your throat once, and figure what it would be like with a long, fat prick you couldn't stop.
"I guess my throat was great for John. It was probably tight as hell and spasming like crazy. I got a real feeling of slavery, then. I was just meat-just tight holes to fuck, just a mouth that sucked.
"I started to black out after a couple seconds. I went gray. My lungs were heaving and they were pure fire.
"He pulled back to let me suck air around a full mouthful of prick. I could vaguely hear Beth moaning and I could feel her stroking that rubber whang up my hot cunt. Then John pressed his prick back into my throat and I went all shook again. A prick that deep in your throat sets off all your body's alarm buttons. That's really ... too much. I went black again. He pulled out again. I came to, and he started fucking my throat again. Christ!
"Finally I got into the pain-pleasure scene from it. My throat and lungs got a weird glow and I started to shiver, too, in the middle of all the other shaking and jerking around I was doing.
"I wasn't me, Nancy, anymore. I was out of the real world. I was coming from it. I went off and they didn't know. I went like an atom bomb. John was ramming his prick down into my throat as far as he could. I got his balls slapping my nose and eyes. I didn't know when he shot off his jism down my throat. I was in my glory, and graying out besides. He didn't stop when he should have, to give me air. He had to finish shooting. I went black limp. I really passed out.
"The next thing I knew I was gasping and my mouth was empty, and my cunt, too. John was raising the section of table under my head.
"They unstrapped me. John said I was very good. Beth did, too.
"They took me back to the living room and ordered me to spread my legs for the dog. The Dane licked my pussy good, then fucked me.
"After that table, he was nothing. I held his paws so he wouldn't scratch up my tits and shoulders, that's all. I got a kind of mental glow from the idea of being fucked by a big dog, but that was all.
"After a while, after I ate Beth some more, Howard and Vera came back from their session with that big-assed, big-titted Negro chick, Sandra. They all had a washed-out look.
"The masters had a drink and talked a little and decided to do it again.
"Sandra and I just looked at each other.
"A few minutes later Howard and Vera took me back and we went home.
"That swap happened twice more. Then Howard and Vera got rid of me.
"Dorie and Grant are okay. They don't come up to John and Beth, though."
Unfortunately, we have here a narrative which is more on the order of a quick episodic trip through one of Nancy's evenings rather than a comprehensive and revealing report. Very little information which could be of eventual clinical use appears here. In the absense of a sufficient psychologic toehold, no definite prognosis can be offered.