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THE STARLET SLAVE 19
joypaine
19. A Real Bitch
It was about this time that Sheila and Rosie walked into the room, dressed just
as I was. So I wasn't going to be the only girl fucked at the party, after all.
But I didn't know that they had something special in mind for me.
"You remember, Ellie Baby," Dicky said, "that I invited you to help me with my
research project. On what makes dogs mate, that is. But you were too busy, you
said. Well, I've decided to give you one more chance to work with me."
Goosing me with the Persuader, he directed me over to a sort of low table on one
side of the room, where he made me lie down on my back. "I'm afraid we'll have
to take off the panties for this gig." he said. in mock apology. And then he
fastened my legs to the table, spreading my thighs out wide. After he had
strapped my wrists down so that I couldn't move, and put a pussy gag in my mouth
so that the guys could rape my face whenever they wanted to, he gave me the bad
news. "Now," he announced, "we're going to demonstrate what it takes to make the
dogs fuck you."
My God, how gross! I just about tore my arms off, trying to get loose, but
whatever they had tied me with held too damned well, and all I could do was lie
there. They put a pillow under my head, so I could watch my "lovers" while they
screwed me.
Well, first they said that they wanted my "boyfriends" to get acquainted with
me, so they poured some gravy on my cunt and nipples, and let the dogs lick it
off. And that's when I had the first orgasm of my life. And the second, and the
third, and . . . shit, it was just one orgasm after another for the next several
minutes.
At first, it was real pleasant, even though the edge was taken off by the fact
that my schoolmates were watching, and applauding, and making all sorts of lewd
comments. But the pleasure wore off quickly, and it was no time at all before
I'd had enough to last me for moths. I moaned and struggled and screamed through
the gag, but the fact that I was in agony didn't stop them, of course. After
all, that's why they were doing it.
And then Dicky took the stage again.
"It is generally accepted", he said as if he were lecturing to a class, "that
oestrus in the lower animals is produced by the odors of the pheromones secreted
by the female's vulva. Or in language that you will all understand, it's the
smell of the bitch's twat that makes the dog want to fuck her. We are about to
test that theory. If a couple of you fellows would please fasten the dogs'
leashes to the leg of that table over there for a few moments . . ."
He took a sealed jar from the bar -- a jar in which a rag was immersed in a
clear fluid. "The base of this liquid", he went on, "is the wipings from the
cunts of the lab's bitches that were in heat this morning. They're mixed with an
odorless liquid that just makes it easier to spread. And also lubricates the
cunt when necessary. I think, though, that we'll find that little Ellie's twat
is naturally slippery enough after the antics she's just been going through."
The dogs just about went wild when Dicky uncorked the bottle and they got a
whiff of it. It was the real stuff, all right. He wiped it liberally on my cunt,
smearing a bit of it into the crack, so the dogs would know exactly where it was
at. And then he sealed up the bottle again, and wiped his hands off with
something that killed the smell on them.
Then they turned the dogs loose.
Nauseating as it was, I couldn't tear my eyes away. Those dogs swarmed about me
just as they would have around a real bitch, fighting, growling, the whole bit.
The fucking itself wasn't painful -- just thoroughly disgusting. And of course
it was all being recorded for posterity on film and videotape. This was one rape
that was going to be enjoyed at stag parties for generations to come.
After that, the fucking and sucking that went on for the rest of the evening
were an anticlimax. Sucking for me, that is; both fucking and sucking for Rosie
and Sheila. Nobody wanted to come near my cunt after that stint with the dogs.
Including me.
The guys did introduce some painful and degrading little games to spice things
up, but nothing like the stuff that I was used to with the "special rate"
customers.
And then Dicky became the perfect gentleman again.
