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Dog Eat Dog
by Jefferson James

"Blackmail is such a vile word," Matt grinned. "Let's just say, I'll do something for you if you do something for me."

Jordan was unnerved by his cool demeanor. Matt had the upper hand, and he knew it. She was desperate and she would do anything, and he knew that too. Tossing her close cropped, platinum blonde hair out for her eyes, she tried her best to hide her desperation.

"Everyone knows blackmailers are never satisfied," she said, defiantly. "Why shouldn't I believe that you'll keep coming back for more?"

Matt smiled.

"We both know that the information I have is time sensitive," he said, clasping his hands behind his back and taking a step closer. "In less than a week, you'll have covered your tracks."

"What do you want?" Jordan asked, nervously shifting her weight from one hi-heeled foot to the other.

"You know what I want," Matt leered.

Closing her icy blue eyes, Jordan folded her arms over her ample chest and swallowed hard. Then, opening her eyes again, she glared at Matt and said, with all the disgust she could muster, "And you don't care that I'll be lying there, perfectly still, hating you every single second?"

Matt laughed.

"My dear, sweet Jordan, it's what I'm looking forward to the most," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the sofa. "I don't want to make love to you. I want to use you.

He paused for a second to let his words sink in.

"All I want from you is your cooperation," he continued. "If I say lick, you lick. If I say suck, you suck. If I say swallow, you swallow."

His words made Jordan's stomach turn. She started to protest, but Matt placed his finger to her lips and shushed her.

"If I say swallow, you swallow," he repeated. "And, If I say spread 'em, you spread 'em. ...whether I'm referring to your legs or the cheeks of your ass, you spread 'em."

Jordan's face flushed bright red with anger. She wanted, more than anything, to spit in Matt's grinning face. But she didn't dare.

"I'll get revenge," she hissed, as they both sat down. "You know that, don't you?"

"Maybe you will," Matt laughed. "It's a dog eat dog world. But I'm better at this than you are. I have more power and influence. You'll just up wind on the losing end again."

Jordan knew what he was saying was true. She was way out of her league. She had the look of an ice queen and a high stakes player, but she was really just a scared, small town girl trying to bluff her way along in the big city. And now she was in way over her head. She was facing the end of her career, the ruination of her life, and more than likely several years in prison, or...

"What about your wife?" Jordan asked as calmly as she could.

Instead of answering, Matt just gave her a blank look that implied he had thought of everything. His hand slid in the front of Jordan's blazer and gently cupped her left breast.

"Are these real?" he asked.

Jordan fought the urge to slap his face or to pull away. She knew there was no stopping him. If she had to have sex with him, she preferred a crude seduction to being raped. Nodding her head, she forced a smile and asked, "May I have a drink?"

To Jordan's relief, Matt withdrew his hand and got up from the sofa. As he nonchalantly strolled to the bar, he said in an almost friendly voice, "Stalling won't help. You're here for the night."

Jordan nodded and answered with as much phoney sweetness as she could, "I understand. I just thought that a drink might break the tension. ...a gin and tonic, please. And, if you don't mind, could you make it a double?"

Matt smiled.

"Just a tonic," he said, fixing himself a scotch and water. "I want you sober."

"I'm not trying to get drunk," Jordan said, laughing nervously. "...just in the mood."

"Are you wearing pantyhose or stockings?" Matt asked, abruptly.

His question caught Jordan off guard.

"Stockings," she said, crossing her ankles self consciously.

"Panties?"

"Of course," Jordan replied with a tinge of indignation in her voice.

"Show me," Matt said, turning to face her.

"You don't believe me?" Jordan asked, more indignant than before.

"That's not the point," he answered, coldly. "The rules of the game are: I say it, and you do it. Now, spread your legs and show me your panties."

As she slowly opened her legs, Jordan felt strange. Somehow, letting him look up her skirt made her more uncomfortable than if he had told her to remove it entirely.

"Wider," Matt said, taking something from beneath the bar. "If necessary, pull your dress up a little. And I want to see your bra as well. Open your blouse."

Turning his back, Matt resumed preparing their drinks as Jordan complied with his instructions. A moment later, he glanced back over his shoulder and told her, "Let me see your breasts."

Jordan didn't want to give her tormentor the satifaction of seeing how uneasy she felt about exposing herself. So, without a moments hesitation, she unfastened the clasp between the cups of her bra and pulled it open, baring her large, milky white breasts. She knew his cold, authorative manner was calculated to humilate her, and she was determined not to let him succeed.

As Matt turned from the bar and walked toward her, Jordan suddenly realized that she was going to be subjected to far more humiliation that she had anticipated. In one hand he had his own drink. In the other he carried a small, white porcelain bowl filled with tonic water. Her name was painted on its side in bright blue letters. As she watched in disbelief, he placed it on the floor several feet in front of her.

"Come on, girl," Matt called, as if calling a dog. "Come and get it. Come and drink your water."

Jordan was too shocked to say or do anything. She just sat there looking from the bowl a water to Matt, and back again.

"Come on, girl," Matt repeated. "Come and get it."

When Jordan remained in her seat, he walked to a nearby cabinet.

"I can see Jordan needs a little obedience training," he said taking out a collar and leash.

Jordan started to get up. Whether she was going to the water bowl or heading for the door to leave, she didn't know for sure. But she was stopped short by the loud crack of leather against leather as Matt whipped the arm of sofa with the leash.

"Crawl on your hands and knees, with your dress up and your panties down," Matt ordered, tossing the collar at her feet. "And put this on."

"I'm not thirsty," Jordan said softly. "Look, if you want to have sex with me, fine. Let's just go in the bedroom and get it over with. If you want to use me, fine. I'm just going to lie there and let you. I told you that before."

Jordan jumped nearly a foot as Matt lashed the sofa again, this time only inches away from her arm.

"You don't speak unless I tell you to speak," Matt growled. "And, if I tell you to speak, you bark like a dog. If I have to tell you twice -this or anything else- I'll whip you until you bleed. Now, put on your collar."

Terrified, Jordan quickly picked up the collar and fastened it around her neck. Now that things had taken on a violent overtone, she considered making a break for the door. She was in for much more degradation that she had originally thought, and it seemed that even trying to leave could get her severely hurt. Slipping to her knees, she slowly crawled toward the water bowl. Suddenly, she felt the leash lash across her buttocks. Squealing in pain, she tried to protect herself with her hands.

"I told you," Matt bellowed. "Pull your dress up and your panties down."

"Okay. Okay," Jordan blurted.

"What did I say about talking," Matt asked in a soft, sinister voice that sent shivers up Jordan's spine.

Cowering, she trembled with fear, expecting the worse. But instead of whipping her, Matt just chuckled. He seemed to be amused by her submissive posture. But she knew he wouldn't be so amused if she disobeyed again. Hurriedly, she yanked her skirt up over her back, lowered her panties to her knees, and continued crawling to the water bowl. She was too scared to even care that Matt could see her pussy.

"Good girl," Matt said, when she began lapping up the water. "That's a good doggie."

As she continued drinking, Jordan felt Matt's hand on her naked buttocks. His fingers slipped into her crotch,twirling slowly in the sparse, soft, hair fringing her labia. After a few seconds, she felt his middle finger working its way between her thick, puffy cunt lips, and pressing its way into her vagina.

As she licked up the last few drops of water, Jordan heard the unmistakable sound of Matt's zipper coming down. Reluctantly, she parted her legs slightly and lowered the front half of her body, preparing to be mounted like the dog she was being forced to imitate.

"Good girl," Matt said, petting the top of her head. "Jordan's a good little doggie."

Then, moving around in front of her, he knelt down. When she looked up, Jordan found his swollen penis only millimeters for her face. Giving him a knowing look, she parted her lips and allowed him to fill her mouth with his hardon.

"Good girl. Pretty baby," Matt repeated over and over as he stroked her hair and worked his hips, pushing and pulling his dick in and out of her gently sucking mouth. "Jordan is a good girl."

Now that the actual sex had begun, Jordan had mixed feelings. She hated Matt and hated the fact that his penis was in her mouth. But if she closed her eyes, she was able to pretend it was her high school sweetheart that she was giving a blowjob. And, although she wasn't looking forward to having that same penis in her vagina, it meant that he would orgasm and be sated enough that she might be able to escape.

For several more seconds, Matt face fucked Jordan, pushing and pulling his hardon in and out of her sucking mouth. Then, pulling his dick from between her lips, he motioned for her to turn around. When she was in position, he spread her labia with his fingers and pressed the head of his cock into the entrance of her vagina. With several short, steady stokes, he slowly filled her more and more.

Then, to Jordan's surprise, once he had penetrated her fully, he withdrew. He pulled her blazer, blouse and skirt up onto back and tied them in place using her bra. She was still fully clothed, but she was entirely exposed.

"Come her, girl," he said, walking to the cabinet from which he had earlier taken the collar and leash.

Jordan's heart sank. She knew she was about to be subjected to further humiliation. Matt was more than 15 feet away from her, and the front door was less than 10 feet away in the opposite direction. For a moment, she considered making a run for it. But with her panties around her knees, she knew she wouldn't make it. Hanging her head in shame, she crawled over to Matt.

When she was at his feet, Matt took a large rubber penis from the cabinet and held it over her head.

"Sit up," he said, waving the dildo back and forth. "Sit up and beg."

Jordan hated herself. She hated herself for getting herself into a situation where she was vulnerable to blackmail. She hate herself for agreeing to Matt's terms. She watched as his hand tightened on the leash, and her feelings of self-loathing gave way to fear of pain. Rising up on her knees, she hung her hands like little puppy paws and whimpered softly.

"Very good," Matt smiled. "I am impressed. You learn quickly."

Returning the dildo to the cabinet, Matt took out what looked like an article of clothing. At first, Jordan couldn't make out what it was. But as he fitted it over her head, she realized it was some kind of bonnet. When he had finished tying the strap under her chin, he held up a mirror for her to see herself. If she hadn't felt so humiliated, she would have laughed. There were long, white, fleece ears, with big red ribbons, hanging from either side of her head. And on top of her head, was a huge, fluffy, white pompom, making her look like a poodle.

"Pretty girl," Matt grinned. "Stay."

Returning to the cabinet, he took out a pair of white leather wrist cuffs, trimmed in white fur, and put them on Jordan, making her look even more like a poodle. Then, giving her a sly smile, he took out the dildo, wagged it in front of her face and threw it across the room, saying, "Go get it girl. Fetch."

Feeling lower than she had ever felt in her life, Jordan trudged across the carpet on her hands and knees. Not thinking, she almost picked up the rubber penis with her hand. Then, catching herself at the last second, she picked it up with her teeth and returned to Matt, dropping it at his feet.

"That's a good girl," Matt grinned. "Now, play dead."

As Jordon slowly rolled onto her back, Matt knelt down and pushed her bent knees apart, splaying her legs wide.

"Stay," he told her, moving his face into her crotch.

Lying complacently on her back with her legs spread, Jordan felt Matt's tongue on her vulva. He licked and sucked her pussy for several seconds, and then climbed on top of her. As he slowly filled her with his hardon, a single tear came to her eye. This position was much more intimate and made her feel even more like a whore than before. The longer and harder he fucked her, the louder and louder she sniffled. And the more she cried, the harder he rammed into her. Her tears seemed to excite him.

"Oh, yes," Matt groaned. "You ARE a dirty little slut. I say roll over, and a minute later you've got your ankles in the air and are getting your hole fucked just like a cheap whore."

Jordan bit her lip and forced herself to quit crying. She couldn't bear the thought that she was adding to his pleasure. Letting him use her body, and being forced to act like a dog, were bad enough.

The instant Jordan's tears dried up, Matt climbed off of her and told her to stay. He took another pair of furry cuffs from the cabinet and fastened them around her knees. Between the cuffs Jordan saw a foot long metal bar. She knew nothing about bondage and didn't know what a spreader bar was, but she understood its purpose. With two short pieces of chain, he attached her wrist cuffs to the spreader bar.

"You're almost ready," Matt said, helping her back onto her hands and knees. "Open your mouth."

He took another device from the cabinet. It was a hard rubber ring with a leather strap attached to opposite sides. As he placed the ring edgewise between her teeth and buckled the strap behind her head, Jordan realised its purpose too. Her mouth was open wide and she couldn't bite down on anything placed in it. And she now understood the reason for the chains. She could still crawl on all fours, but she couldn't reach her head to remove her gag.

"Are you hungry?" Matt asked. "I have something for you."

His next action came as no surprise to Jordan. Grasping the cloth ears on either side of her head, he pushed his semi-stiff penis through the ring between her teeth, once more filling her mouth. But, she did wonder about the gag. Why did he think it was necessary? She hadn't biten him earlier.

As his dick slid back and forth across the top of her tongue, Jordan detected a flavor she had never tasted before. It was earthy and fully permeated her senses. Suddenly, she realized what it was. She was tasting her own vaginal juices. Twisting her face in disgust, she tried to pull away. Matt laughed, holding her head firmly in place.

"It tastes good, doesn't girl?" he asked, pumping his hips faster and faster. "And that's just the appetitizer."

Jordan had never allowed a man to cum in her mouth, but she now felt certain that that was about to change. Matt's breathing had become ragged and his dick was pistoning in and out of her face with slower but more deliberate strokes.

Then, to her relief, he pulled out of her mouth. But, as he led her to the doggie dish still stroking his dick, she realized that she had felt relieved prematurely. Furiously jacking off, Matt knelt beside the bowl. Groaning loudly, he ejaculated.

Jordan's face twisted with disgust as she watched his milky semen puddle in the bottom of the bowl. Frantically, she shook her head and tried to pull away, losing her balance and falling onto her side. Angrily, Matt grasped the spreader bar between Jordan's knees and forced her onto her back.

"Bad girl," he growled, viciously slapping her pussy.

Jordan yelped. Again, Matt's hand smacked against her wet vulva, making her pussy sting severely, making her scream in anguish. Tears flung from her eyes as she twisted and turned in agony.

"Are you going to do it? Are you going to eat it?" Matt asked, spanking her twice more on her swollen, red, stinging cuntlips.

Jordan tried to protect her burning pussy were her hands, but the chains securing her wrists were a fraction of an inch too short for her to cover herself effectively. Bawling like a baby, she nodded her head.

"Are you going to behave yourself? Are you going to do as you're told from now on?" Matt asked, swatting her breasts, raising large, red welts on her delicate, white tit flesh.

Jordan continued nodding her head. She would do anything to stop the pain. At last, the punishment stopped, and Matt helped her back onto her hands and knees. Not wishing to anger him further, she quickly crawled to the bowl and, despite being nauseated, began lapping up his cum. As she licked up the last few oily drops, Matt returned to the cabinet.

"Go get it," he said, picking up the dildo and throwing it down the hall into the next room. "Fetch."

The chains made her take much smaller steps than before, and she realized that it made her look even more like a poodle. Entering the room, the first thing she noticed was a large dog house with her name over the door. Then she spotted the three video cameras focused on the center of the room.

Before she could react, Matt clipped the leash onto her collar. She tried to protest, as best as the ring gag would allow, but quickly found her mouth stuffed with the dildo. As he blindfolded her, Matt laughed and said, "Now you're ready to meet my wife and friends."

Jordan's mind reeled. ...wife, friends, video cameras! This was far more than she had bargained for. She was frantic. But bound as she was, she was totally helpless.

From the other end of the hall, Jordan heard voices approaching. Horrified, she tugged fruitlessly at her bonds. It was bad enough that Matt had seen her like this, the thought that others were going to witness her humiliation sickened her.

"This is my wife, Samantha," Matt said. "And these are our friends... uh... ...let's just refer to them as John and Mary."

"Very original. Almost as bad as Bif and Buffy," John laughed. "Here, I'll take that."

Jordan felt the tension on her leash increase. Suddenly the dildo was yanked from her mouth and replaced with a flacid penis.

"Pleased to meet you," John said. "Mmmmm you've got a hot mouth, poochie. You're going to have me hard in no time."

Jordan was appalled. She didn't even know this man and he was using her mouth for his own pleasure. Now she knew the purpose of the gag; if she could have, she would have bitten him. As this stranger's penis slowly became stiff and began sliding in and out of the ring between her teeth, Jordan felt a hand on her butt. Slowly, it slipped into her crotch.

"She's lovely, Samantha." Mary said. "What's her name?"

"Jordan," Samantha replied, her voice moving away. "Isn't she the prettiest little cunthound you ever saw? I hope she's as good as she looks."

"I'll let you know," Mary giggled.

John's penis was now fully erect, and he withdrew from Jordan's mouth.

"One dick and three lovely ladies, decisions, decisions..." he laughed.

From across the room Jordan heard a feminine voice say, "Woof. Woof."

"It looks like Sam wants some of that action," Mary laughed.

There was a tug on Jordan's leash. She was led a couple of feet in the direction she remembered seeing a sofa. Suddenly, she felt something on the sides of her face. Jordan's stomach turned. It was Mary's naked thighs.

Instinctively, Jordan pulled away. Then, remembering the beating she had received earlier, she reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled forward into Mary's crotch.

"I don't think she's ever given face before," Mary cooed.

It was true. Jordan had been approached by a sorority sister in college, but she found the very idea of licking another girl's genitalia repulsive. But now she had no choice.

"I would love to watch her lick your tasty little twat, Sweetie," Samantha groaned. But right now this puppy has a cuntful of your hubby. I'll watch the video later. Make sure you get a good close up of that first tongue to twat touch, Matt. ...when she gets her first taste of..."

Suddenly, Samantha interrupted herself.

"Oh, God. YES! Hump my little puppy cunt," she squealed. "Hump me, you big horny hound. Hump me hard. Make me cum like a bitch in heat. Uhhhh... Uhhhh... Yesssssss."

Then she began yelping and whimpering like a dog.

Jordan felt Mary's hands gripping her head. Her face was pulled forward and she felt Mary's crinkley pubic hair against her lips. The heady aroma of female sex wafted into her nostrils. Directly beside her, she heard Matt's voice say, "Once you get past the smell, you've got it licked."

"That's disgusting," Mary giggled. "Besides, I'm clean. You can ask Sam. She had a taste while we we're waiting for you to get Jordan ready to meet us."

"I'll have to ask her later," Matt laughed. "She can't talk with her mouth full."

"I think it's so cute the way a puppy sniffs before they eat," Mary twittered. "Come on, Jordan. Be a good girl. Lick it."

Jordan knew she had no choice. She was going to be forced to behave like a lesbian. It was only a question of whether she made them beat her first, or not. Ignoring her nausea, she poked her tongue through the ring gag and into Mary's moist, slippery, velvety smooth, vagina. Pushing herself against Jordan's face, Mary shuddered and moaned softly.

"...up and down," she cooed. Move your mouth up and down between my cuntlips. Flick my clit with your tongue. Oh yes. Deep, Jordan. Stick your tongue deep inside me and suck my pussy."

The flavor wasn't as bad as Jordan had imagined. But she still found the act of giving another woman pleasure shameful. Mary was moving her hips up and down, riding Jordan's face and groaning loudly. Suddenly Jordan tasted something new and she realized that Mary was having an orgasm. She was tasting female cum.

There was movement on the sofa, and Jordan felt her leash being pulled to one side. As she went to where she was led, she heard Mary giggle.

"She's all yours," she panted. "She's not bad, but she needs practice. And I need Matt's dick up my tush."

"She'll get plenty of practice," Samantha laughed. "I don't cum at the flick of a tongue like you do."

Samantha's pussy was freshly fucked. Her pubic hair was damp and her vagina was much wetter. As Jordan slipped her tongue inside, she tasted semen. John had cum inside Samantha's pussy. The thought af eating after-fuck made her sick to her stomach.

As she lapped up the tangy mixture of male and female juices, Jordan felt John's penis pressing into her pussy. Because of Matt's insertion earlier, she was already damp and he was able to slip in with a single stroke.

"Nice poochie," he said, patting her butt. "Wag your tail for me."

A few seconds later, he viciously slapped her large, swaying breasts, making her scream into Samantha's grinding pussy.

"Wag your tail for me," he repeated.

Obediently, Jordan moved her ass quickly for side to side.

"That's a good poochie," John moaned, gently caressing her stinging tits.

From a few feet away, Jordan heard Mary squeal in pain.

"Whoa, cowboy," she gasped. "Go slow. That's my asshole, not a subway tunnel."

"Shut up!" Matt hollered. "Bad puppy! Stay!"

They were several loud slapping noises, each followed by a cry of pain.

"That's it," John growled. "Make that little bitch behave. "That's the second time this month she's broken training . If she disobeys again, she's going through obediance training again."

The room went silent except for the loud yelping and crying of Mary. As John's cock erupted inside of her, Jordan felt her face being lifted from Samantha's crotch.

"I'm not in the mood anymore," Samantha said, wiping Jordan's face with a soft cloth.

A loud squeal and a gutteral groan came from Mary's direction.

"Go easy on her, Matt" Samantha said, with obvious compassion in her voice. "If she has to go through obedience training again, you know what they'll do to her. She'll be laid up for a while and will miss the Top Dog Party."

"Maybe you need further obedience training," Matt said, gruffly. "Go easy on her? You know better than to tell me what to do. I think you're starting to take your human privileges for granted. Now that you've finished your paper training and are allowed to use a toilet and sleep on the bed, you've been thinking your a person. You're thinking you're as good as me."

"No I'm not," Samantha said, with a very submissive tone in her voice. "I swear."

"Maybe I should have Jordan fuck both her and you in the ass with a big knobby strapon," Matt chuckled. "You know the one I mean?"

Samantha didn't say a word. She got up from the sofa and a few seconds later, Jordan heard her bark.

"Good doggie," Matt laughed. "Lick the cum off of her face and then you can lick her wounds. Tongue her asshole until it quits bleeding."

The room went silent again, except for the slurping sound of John's hardon sliding in and out of Jordan's pussy. She had been so distracted by what was happening to Mary and Samantha, she had almost forgotten that she was being fucked. The side to side motion of her swaying hips had become almost second nature to her.

"Oh God, That's sexy," John moaned. "I just love it when two puppys share cum with a kiss."



His dick started pumping in and out of Jordan's cunt faster and faster. Without even being told, she knew she better swing her hips faster too, matching his pace. If they were capable of punishing their wives so brutally, she was terrified to think of what they might do to her.

Tossing her head so that her fleecy ears flapped around, she lowered the front half of her body and began making the best puppy sounds she could with the ring gag in her mouth. All thoughts of resistance were gone. All thoughts of revenge were gone. She just wanted to please. She just wanted to be fucked without being injured. She just wanted to survive the night and be released the next morning unscathed.

"Oh Yes! What a hot little bitch," John groaned. "Get over here girls. Poochie needs some playmates."

He was beginning to breathe harder, and his cock was stabbing into Jordan deeper and harder. Suddenly he pulled out and his dick was replaced with a tongue. Another tongue slipped into Jordan's mouth. Which woman was kissing her, and which was eating her pussy, Jordan had no idea.

"Make sure you get this on tape, Matt," John moaned. "...a threeway cum kiss."

A second later, Jordan felt a warm splat on the side of her face. It was rapidly followed by several more. The tongue in her pussy withdrew. The woman kissing her began licking her face.

Knowing what was expected of her, Jordan stuck out her tongue The three women shared the gooey semen. Their tongues entwined, and explored each other's mouths, until all of John's cum had either been swallowed or dribbled from their chins.

At last, Jordan felt that her ordeal was over. The other two women crawled away, and she was led to the dog house she had seen earlier. Inspite of the spreader bar between her legs and the way in which she was bound, she fell asleep without any trouble.

A few hours later, she was awakened by a tug on her leash and the sound of John's voice calling, "Come here, poochie."

"Her name is Jordan," Mary said in a hushed voice.

"I don't care what her name is," John chuckled. "I have a stiff dick and she has an asshole. That's all I care about."

His words terrified Jordan. She had never experienced anal sex, but she was certain it must be painful. However, like everything else that had happened to her that day, she knew she had no choice other than submitting and enduring as best she could. Lowering her head in shame, she moved around in a small circle so that her rear was facing John.

"Is it your first time in the butt?" Mary asked softly.

As she felt the warm, sticky head of John's hardon press against her anus, Jordan gasped and slowly nodded her head. In her mind, his dick seemed twice as large as it had been earlier.

"Just relax," Mary whispered. "You have to fight the urge to tighten up. The more you resist, the more it'll hurt. Just relax and give yourself over to it."

John leaned into Jordan and her wrinkled little anus flared open. Gasping, she tightly clenched her eyes shut beneath her blindfold.

"It'll feel good once he gets in," Mary said, softly, gently cupping Jordan's breasts. "But you have to relax or it's going to really hurt."

Jordan tried her best to heed Mary's words. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and let her buttocks go limp. As she did, she felt a full inch of John's hardon sink into her upturned ass. Instinctively, her sphincter attempted to choke off the intruder. A sharp pain stabbed through her lower body. Her first reaction was to want to bear down. But remembering what Mary had told her, she did the opposite. To her surprise, the pain receded and another inch of John's dick easily, and nearly painlessly, slipped into her.

Jack began to withdraw, and again Jordan had to fight her reflexes. A moment later, he surged forward and she felt his entire length slide into her, making her shudder. Whether it was from relief at not feeling pain or the incredible sensation created by the rubbing of his cock against the sensitive lining of her rectum, she didn't know. And she didn't want to know.

Earlier she couldn't imagine anything more humiliating than having a strange man's dick in her mouth, and now it that same dick was in her ass. As it pumped in and out of her gripping asshole she was filled with the most wonderful sensations she had ever felt. But it only served to make her feel all that much more filty and disgusting. She hated herself for the pleasure she was experiencing. In her mind, only the lowest of gutter sluts would willing engage in such an activity, besides finding it enjoyable. She now thought of herself as the dog she had been forced to behave like. She buried her face in the carpet and tears of degradation poured from her eyes as she tried her best to deny the stimulating effect John's stiff dick was having on her over-stuffed asshole.

But there was no denying it. She could feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter with each stroke of John's pounding cock. Despite her wishes, she was becoming more and more excited as her butt was reamed and rammed, harder and harder.

Then all of a sudden it was over. John's dick shoved deep inside of her and spasmed, flooding her bowels with his liquid warmth. He held there for a moment, moaning and groaning, draining his balls in her ass. Then, he sighed and pulled out.

"She liked it," Mary giggled. "She was close to cumming."

"You think so?" John chuckled.

"I want a real goodnight kiss this time," Mary said, unbuckling Jordan's ring gag. "These things ar great for keeping a puppy from biting your dick, but they are awful for kissing."

John yawned and told Mary, "Go for it. I'm going back to bed. I need to rest up. You know how Samantha is about morning sex. I'll probably wakeup with her sitting on my face."

"Or mine," Mary giggled.

She removed the hard rubber ring portion of the gag from between Jordan's teeth allowing her to close her mouth for the first time in hours. Jordan was so relieved that she was now able to relax her aching jaws, she allowed Mary's tongue to slip into her mouth without a whimper of protest. She still found the act of kissing another woman revolting, but she was just too sore and tired to care.

When at last their lips parted, Jordan whispered, "Please let me go. I'll do anything you want, just please let me go."

"Hush," Mary said, covering Jordan's mouth with her hand. "Puppies aren't allowed to talk. Matt is Top Dog. If he hears you talking, he'll make me go through obedience training again, and I don't think I can take it. I'm still..."

Mary uncovered Jordan's mouth and moved away. Knowing she was risking being hurt, Jordan spoke again.

"It's almost morning," she whispered. "I only agreed to one night. Matt's going to let me go in the morning. Can't you just let me go now?"

A soft, leather pad pressed against Jordan's lips and she realized she was being gagged again. As the device was fastened behind her head, Mary told her," Matt lied to you. In the morning you'll be crated up in your dog house and loaded into the back of our truck. My husband and I are taking you to obedience training. Afterwards, you'll be put up for adoption at a Kennel Club Meeting. My husband and I are going to try and adopt you. He's just finished building a big, comfortable kennel in our basement. If you're lucky, it's going to be your new home; we'll treat you better than most of the other people we know who have puppygirls."

As her mind reeled with the horror of her situation, Jordan felt the sharp stick of a needle as something was injected into her buttock. With tears of hopelessness pouring from her eyes, her entire body heaved with sobs. A dark cloud enveloped her thoughts and she slid to the floor, slipping into unconsciousness.

The End

(c) Copyright November 1998 by Jefferson James. All rights reserved. No portion of this story may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author, except for a single copy, per person, for private reading.

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