BLACK SABBATH

BY OZZY

Harold was a world-renowned breeder of great mastiffs.

These huge dogs had originally been bred to chase down and retrieve deer. Massive jaws, sinued legs and barrel chest. But you had to be careful. There was a trace of madness in their genes. And if it showed in a pup. The Mastiff Societies rules stated unequivocally that it had to be put down. But then again, the finest of the breed, teetered on the edge.

Harold also happened to be minor British aristocracy. Lord Barrette of Fleet, with a hereditary county magistrates Whig and gown thrown in.

Today, his chest was puffed. Black Sabbath, his great sire had just won "Best of Breed" at the ultimate London show for the breed. The accolades of his fellows would stay fresh in his mind forever. The great silver trophy his for the next year. Already Sabbath's time was booked most of the next year with great mastiff bitches, at a cool ten thousand pounds a poke.

The cobblestone courtyard of his ancestral home's muse resounded under his booted feet. At his side, Black Sabbath trotted in all his glory.

Unlocking the solid door of the horse stalls that now housed his prize.

He said, "Here is your reward Sabbath old boy. And she's still a virgin too"

"A very human whimper came from the tiny girl kneeling in the wooden frame in the center of the old horse stall.

She had appeared before him, a third time for theft, at the Assizes. A common street rat that had runaway from every orphanage and home they had placed her in. That meant a minimum five years in the harsh reformatory for girls out on the moors. At her pre-sentence hearing, he mentioned to the bailiff, who served at his whim, an alternative location to deliver her too, after sentencing.

No one would be looking for her until her sentence was up in five years.

A wooden stock held her wrists and head firm. Her back horizontal to the brick floor. Ankles spread wide by two leather straps. A Japanese nose hook, nailed to the stock, pulled her head up and back, mouth held open by a dentist’s stainless steel frame.

The great mastiff panted hungrily as he walked around his reward.

"Come on boy, its not as if you haven’t had one before" Harold ordered.

The mastiff growled deep in his throat and trotted up between the little preteens legs.

Black Sabbath had become addicted to little preteen virgin girls sex lubrication, and well practiced at inducing its flow.

His tongue shot out and brushed her quim. "Ohhhh" She cried out.

His tongue probed deeper "Ahhhh" She moaned, raising her ass provocatively, offering greater access.

His tongue began flicking over her blossoming sex. "OOOWWW"

"The dog responded, his tongue eagerly lapping up her virgin lubrication and thereby encouraging greater flow.

After a few minutes of the dogs well practiced attention, the poor girl was unwillingly driven to her first shuddering orgasm.

Black Sabbath, his male organ at full expanse then lifted his female lubrication glistening head up, and stepped forward, straddling the poor helpless girl's tightly bound form. She screamed as his third attempt penetrated her virgin slit to the hilt. And continued to pump her until he flooded her womb with his canine sperm.

The little girl continued to scream throughout the entire rape.

“You would think at ten thousand pounds a spurt,” Harold mused, “she would at least appreciate his attentions over the next five years.”