"Claire is the
ideal person for our needs gentlemen." Anne stated to the two men as she
smiled at Claire. "I have only one more question to ask now and I wanted
us to be together when I did so." She turned to face the men as
they came in from the adjoining room . "You saw
and heard everything she told me?" Claire looked up, electrified by Anne's
words. The two men smiled and nodded. They sidled across to Claire and took up
stances as two bodyguards might, one on either side of her chair. "Good.
You know then that this unfortunate young woman has a rather useless husband,
sexually speaking." Claire's mouth dropped open. In a stunned silence she
stared up at
Anne, a look of utter disbelief freezing upon her face. "You're in obvious
need of a good screw Claire." "Wha . . .what?" Claire stuttered. "You heard me
Claire." Anne said matter-of-factly.
"You need a good fucking. What's so bad about that? You'd be surprised how
many women are in the same boat." "I'm getting out of here."
Claire protested but as she tried to get up she was pushed back into her seat
by the two men who now held her still, one at each shoulder. Anne considered
Claire for a long second, then pushed her long black hair backwards across her
shoulder and smiled. "Ever wondered what it would be like to be screwed by
a dog Claire?"
"Wha......." In a daze Claire could only
scan the three figures before her in the hope of
finding sanity ... this had to be a dream ... a nightmare! "Don't be
disgusting." She screamed and she struggled to rise but was once more
slammed backwards so hard that the back of her head made a crack as it
contacted the solid sofa frame. "You're insane, all of you, insane."
Anne laughed loudly. "Insane? I don't think so you sweet girl. A little
perverted perhaps?" For a brief moment Anne looked introspective, as if
considering the truth of her own words, but then she smiled and said, "yes, a little perverted, but what the hell. Isn't
everybody?" She moved closer to the seated woman. Finally, as
she stood directly in front of her she looked down and
said, "well Claire, I'm sorry to be the harbinger of doom and all that,
but that's exactly why
we brought you here to be interviewed. You really believed I wanted this old
place redecorated
didn't you poor girl." Claire stared at Anne aware of the tightened grip
of the two men that
held her. "Let me go you sick bastards. Let me go!" "We'll
torture you until you agree to do it
Claire," Anne said firmly, capturing Claire's attention. "Would you
prefer that? To be tortured
until you agree? Perhaps some electric shocks to those pretty sensitive
tits?" Anne allowed the
words to hang in the air. Claire appeared numbed. She stopped struggling and
sank back into the
seat. "We'll do it if we have to, you know that by now." Anne's voice
was cold and intense.
"So. It's make your mind
up time Claire. Will you screw our doggie, or do we zap your pretty
tits?" "No . . . I won't do it, I won't do it." Claire sobbed
hysterically, "you can go to hell
you sick perverted bitch." Anne's smile barely curled her full red lips:
she threw a brief nod
to the men and said, "Okay bitch, then we do it your way." "No!
You can't do this to me!"
Claire shrieked as she was lifted from the chair by the two well-built men.
"No! Let . . me . .
go!" "Gag the bitch." Anne said, "and get her onto the trestle. Whilst Grant, the taller of
the
men, held her head in a vice-like grip Adam forced a rubber ball gag between
her clenched teeth
and rammed it home until it filled her mouth, silencing her piercing screams.
They lifted her
bodily and draped her across a carpenter's trestle positioned in the middle of
the room. Her
legs were forced wide apart and strapped to the rear trestle legs, then her
arms to the front
legs, then they passed a wide leather strap from the
trestle crosspiece around her waist and
cinched it so tightly that Claire yelped. Grinning in delight Anne moved in and
started to tuck
Claire's skirts up about her waist as if arranging a display mannequin. After
she had layered
the white petticoats in a satisfyingly provocative fashion she stepped back and
admired her own
handiwork. "Very very nice.
Yes, I have to admit it Claire, you do look enticing." And as
Claire struggled and cried Anne said, "and ready or not Claire, we're
bringing our dog in to
fuck you." She bent low and looked hard at Claire, smiling as she saw the
woman's mouth
contorted by the huge ball gag and tears pouring from her eyes. She forced
Claire's chin
upwards until their eyes met and smiled. "You'd be surprised Claire if you
knew just how many
times this has taken place throughout history, a woman getting a good humping
by a dog I mean.
Roman and Greek women .... the
French women that got it from the Nazis during the war ... the
Algerian women that got it from the French ... and of course the poor bastards
that got it in
South America." Anne reeled off her personal version of
history and then her smile deepened
even more. "Did you know that some of the girls that got fucked and
tortured down there were as
young as ten years old? Can you believe that Claire? Now that's really
perverted! Imagine that
if you can, a dog screwing a ten year old virgin." She kept on smiling as
Claire's tears flowed
more freely. "Aw c'mon Claire. At least you've
had your cunt filled by a normal cock before
now, so this won't be a completely new experience for you." She paused for
a second, grinned
and added, "but then again, perhaps it will be." "Bring him
in." Anne said brightly without
losing eye contact with her captive. It was Grant who led the huge German Shepherd dog across
the room to Claire, and with Adam's help the animals front paws were positioned
across Claire's
waist. They allowed the animal to drop slowly until it contacted Claire's body
and stepped
back. As soon as the dog had its freedom it began to hump like a mindless
automaton, driven by
instinct and encouraged by the bitch phenomes that
Anne had sprayed on Claire's fanny it bucked
and stabbed violently as it tried to find her vacant vagina. Stifled noises of
utter terror
escaped from Claire's gagged mouth as she struggled madly to evade the beast,
but within a
minute her eyes flew wide open in horror. The dog finally found her vaginal
entrance and sank
its shaft into her in one single uncompromising stroke. The poor woman's entire
body trembled
in an involuntary spasm as the powerful animal entered her, and then continuous
screams of
horror tore from her throat as the beast rocketed back and forth, it's paws
clasped around her
belly like steel straps kept it firmly mounted. As it took her she tried
desperately to move
but could not, and she descended into a continuous screaming hell as the beast
went on raping
her for a full fifteen minutes. The three observers watched in absolute
satisfaction. Then,
after what seemed like hours, the dog jerked rapidly several times and spewed it's seed against
Claire's cervix again and again, and then it stopped humping but remained
mounted on the
shivering helpless woman. "Dogs come really hard you know." Anne said
as they watched Claire
shivering in terror, "she felt it cum inside her alright, she'll have felt
every single fucking
squirt of gizz as he gushed." At that point she
looked at Grant and said, "nice thought isn't
it, knowing that she felt every single gushing drop go into her cunny." Grant smiled heavily.
"Nice doesn't even come close. That was fucking
fantastic Anne, the best I've ever seen." A
small shiver of pride ran down Anne's back. "I try." Anne smiled.
They left the dog on her
until it was ready and able to dismount. It was ten more minutes before its
penis ball-lock
allowed it to pull away from her, and as it dismounted they saw a stream of
white goo pour out
of Claire's distended vagina. "I've never seen anything like it,"
said Adam. "Seen a donkey in
Mexico, but it was nothing compared to this." "Yeah. I know. That was the sexiest thing I've
ever seen in my whole life." Grant replied. Anne meanwhile glowed with
sadistic satisfaction.
"Want to see her get it again," she asked, "right now?" The
men shook visibly at her
suggestion. Anne looked down at the hapless Claire as she said, "my own
dog's in the back room,
and he's a really randy bastard. Would one of you like to go get him." "You mean it? You really
brought Ginger?" Anne nodded and smiled like an innocent schoolgirl
getting paid a compliment
by the Fons. "You watch this
one fellas. You know my Ginger,
he's a real randy bastard. Believe
me he'll give the bitch the shagging of her life."
