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Calming Effect by Mr. Bishop

auto44958@hushmail.com

(F/F NC Beast)



                  Calming Effect


It doesn't get harder, it keeps getting easier. Maybe it's
because they grow up watching Disney films ... whatever. This
one was just a matter of slitting a screen and waiting until
no cars were going by before dropping into the living room.
I took out my little Mag-lite, flipped it on and started
towards the stairs. I was half way across the room when
something nudged me from behind, a dog, a very large dog
with short brown hair, yellowing teeth and eyes that shone
green in the light beam.

It approached me with its square head held low and a
rumbling growl percolating in its throat. Slowly, I reached
into my jacket and produced a piece of steak. I don't like
surprises, and that's why I'd been tossing the dog steaks
for the better part of a week. His owners left him in their
back yard while they were at work. The dog greedily accepted
my offering and disappeared into another room when I told
him to go lie down.

Good boy.

I moved up the staircase towards the bedrooms. The first
door I checked opened into the little girl's bedroom. I let
that be for the moment, eased open the door to the other
room and sat on the floor to listen. It took a minute for my
heartbeat to calm to the point where I could hear with
confidence. That's one of the reasons that I keep doing
things like this. It's just so fucking exciting.

I could hear the sound of intermingled soft breathing coming
from across the darkened room and my ears told me that the
man was sleeping on my left. As quietly as I could I went
down onto my stomach and slowly, silently eased my way
towards him. When I was beside the bed I lay down on my back
and looked up. A leg protruded from beneath the covers. Not
as good as an arm, but it would do. Opening the leather pack
that I carried on my waist I reached in and produced a patch
... no, he was a pretty large guy so three patches. I eased
them onto his leg and lay back to wait. In about twenty
minutes ... a long twenty minutes, I heard his breathing
thicken and he began to snore ... loudly. I decided to wait a
little more.

"Honey," a tired sounding female voice said, "roll over will
you. You're snoring." Her partner moaned a little and his
snoring deepened. I felt the vibrations as she nudged him in
bed and used the moment to crawl back to the doorway, stand
up and flip on the lights. She blinked in the glare,
screamed and called out her husband's name.
I shushed her by bringing the barrel of my revolver to my
lips, like a cold blue finger. She looked at the gun and
then at me and seemed to calm down a little. They always
calmed down some when they saw me.

"Hubby won't wake up for quite a while," I informed the
terrified woman. I put fentanyl patches on his legs ... an
anesthetic, something like thirty times as potent as heroin
... so they say." I tucked my gun into the waist of my pants,
removed one of the packets that were velcroed to my vest and
placed it on the bed between them. "C4, plastique
explosive," I informed her, "radio controlled and fused for
sound." She edged away from it as though it was a snake.
"Don't worry. It won't go off by accident. But I can trigger
it with this remote and any real loud noises ... like a gun,
or maybe a scream will trigger it too."

Her eyes were wide with terror, little beads of sweat were
forming on her forehead and other places too if my nose was
telling the truth. "Let's go," I said pulling her to her
feet and pushing her towards the door, "We have to deliver
the other package to your daughter's room. I let mom place
the package on the bed beside her daughter ... not being nice,
I just like that personal touch. I led the woman downstairs
where we were met by her hulking dog, "Popeye," she
exclaimed, half in hope and half in fear that he would bark
and set off the charges.

"Popeye," I asked. "Where do people come up with these
names? Lead Popeye into the kitchen and close the door."
When that was done I sat down on their leather sofa and got
comfortable. "I'll spare you all the questions. I want cash,
real jewelry, credit and debit cards ... and their passwords
for cash advances, and yes, I know you don't have that much
of value here." I let her stand there for a moment, "Well
get to it. I'll be waiting right here, and oh ... you'd better
leave those patches in place."

She disappeared upstairs and came back down about ten
minutes later. She was carrying a fistful of cash and cards
and a small purse ... "My jewelry," she explained. I stuffed
everything into my belt-pack without examining it. "I see
you stopped to put on a robe," I said casually.

"You didn't say not to."

"No I didn't ... he wouldn't wake up would he, and the phones
don't work."

"I don't ..."

"Whatever," I said disinterestedly. One more thing before I
go."
I saw her shoulders relax a little at the prospect of my
departure.

"Let's fuck for a while. Shall we?"

She clasped her robe about her and backed away from me
confused, "Please ..."

"Good," I said intentionally misunderstanding her, "You're
already begging for it ... nasty," I said with a little growl,
"Lose the robe. I want to look at you."

She kept arguing, but she also did as she was told and let
the robe drop to the floor. "I don't understand."

"You don't understand what? You don't know how to fuck?"

"You have your money. Why don't you take it and go. This
isn't right," she stammered almost apologetically.

"Look bitch, there's probably a little over two thousand
dollars worth of stuff in my pack, hardly enough to risk a
felony over. Truth is, I'm more interested in your pretty
ass than I am in your money. Is that clear enough?"

She was getting it now, "But it ... it just isn't right"

"Right," I laughed, "This stuff has been going on for quite
a while ... you won't be the first girl to fuck another
chick."

Like I said, they always calm down a little when they see
me.

The tears came next. I let her cry for a minute or two then
sprang off the sofa and slapped her face ... hard. "Here's the
deal. You are going to be one hot little fuck puppy. You're
going to do everything I tell you to and you're going to do
it right. If I have to be a teacher, well ... teachers are for
children if you see where I'm going."

She stopped crying immediately. "Oh God no, don't touch my
baby. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be good for you," she
said with as much assurance as she could muster.

"I'd rather have you be bad for me," I pitched the cliché,
"Now, let me take a look." I sat back on the sofa and took
in my bitch. She was about thirty years old with long curly
auburn hair and freckles that sang about the `Old Sod.'
"You're tiny up top. What bra size are you?"

She blushed, looked down and said, "A-cup."

"A-cup," I said feigning surprise, "Hell, maybe I'd better
let you be the boy."

I really like them tiny. It was one of the reasons that I'd
picked her, but you don't want to let a bunch of compliments
get to a bitch's head, better to keep them humble ... and put
them right to work.

"Come here," I said, deliberately letting my voice to take
on a throaty, husky quality.

She walked towards me slowly with her arms folded
protectively across her chest. I pushed her hands down,
grasped her about the waist and pulled her to me letting my
hands slip down onto her ass. Our breasts crushed into each
other's and I pressed my crotch gently into hers imparting a
gentle swaying motion as I did so ... our first dance.

I rocked with her that way until I felt a tingling wetness
begin between my legs. Then I said, "This next little bit
will tell a lot. I'm not going to waste time prodding you
along so you better make the best of it."  I wet my lips
with my tongue and pursed them in a manner that made it
obvious. She hesitated only briefly before closing her eyes,
tilting her head and raising her parted lips to mine ... we
kissed, and we gloried in it the way that only women can. At
least I did and she seemed to.
I let the kiss snowball until we were spanking tongues and
biting each other's lips. Then I decided to check ... see if
she was faking. Without warning I pulled away. Her eyes
opened widely, her breath came in little gasps, she folded
her arms across her breasts ... and squeezed. Then she broke
off eye contact. "Nice," I cooed, "You liked it too," I
added matter-of-factly.

I wanted to make my presence known so I reached down,
grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled it over my
head and off. The motion made my thirty four c-cup breasts
jiggle and drew my ladies eyes to my tits. I liked that, so
I shook out my hair to keep things bouncing, cupped my tits,
and teased my nipples to erection between my thumbs and
fingers. Then, I pushed my boobs together and up before
letting them fall and bounce again, and all the while my
lady looked.

I didn't give her a chance to rationalize her feelings.
Instead I pulled her to me for another frenetic kiss.
Instinctively she tried to squirm away from my naked tits
but I just insisted, and a moment later she was kissing me
back. It was fucking great. She was wearing a satin teddy
that was playing across my hardened nipples like the breath
of an angel. It was time to get serious ... so I reached down,
unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and pulled it off in a
sweeping motion that left the bitch naked. I stepped back,
undid my waist-pack and placed it on the coffee table along
with my gun.

"Gun's loaded," I said as I followed her gaze to the weapon,
"Only thing is, firing it will set off the explosives. That
would be a shattering experience for your family, don't you
think."

"I ... I'm not going to try anything," she said sweetly,
smiling at me as she spoke and self-consciously forcing her
arms away from her tits and cunt, trying to look casual and
receptive.

"Then if you're not busy with escape plans, how about
helping me out of my sneakers and pants."
 She approached me slowly, stopping when her nude body was
only inches from me. Her hands were trembling as she reached
down and began to fumble with my belt.

"A little lead in your fingers," I inquired.

"I'm just nervous," she explained.

"Not as nervous as you should be," I responded.

She finally got my belt undone then grasped the tab on my
zipper and pulled it down. I noticed how careful she was to
only touch the tab. I let her slip her fingers beneath the
waistband of my jeans before speaking.

"Kneel down in front of me while you do that ... I think
you'll like the view better that way, shoes first though."

When she was on her knees I let her proceed. In a moment she
had my shoes off and once again I felt her fingers at my
waist. We both inhaled deeply as she pulled my pants down so
I could step out of them.

"Oh my god," she let slip as she examined my anatomy.

"What's the matter babe, you've never seen a shaved pussy
before ... or is it that ring in my clit?"

"I'm sorry ... I didn't mean ..."

"You meant it all right. You think I'm some kind of freak
don't you."

"No ... no. Look it's just the situation ... I'm scared ... I'm
sorry."

"So you like it," I said with a tone that left no doubt as
to what answer I wanted. Even so I could see her trying to
figure out the repercussions of the various responses she
could make ... damage control.

"Yes. I like it on you. If you want the truth it adds to the
air of power around you."

That was different. "Power," I asked.
"Yes, the power you have over me. It's like you are standing
on the ground and I'm floating ... without gravity. I hate you
for putting me in this position, but I need you to get me
through it." She paused, looked down and let her eyes gaze
up shyly at me before finishing, "I really do belong to you
now."

Nice touch. A great blend of insight and bullshit. This kid
was going to work out fine.

"So you really do like the clit-ring. Would you like to have
one," I asked with a daring tone in my voice.

She had the look of a trapped animal in her eyes for just a
moment before she surrendered, "Yes," she said with her
voice breaking, "I'd like to have one too."

I paused as though considering things for a moment, "Well,
do you have some sewing gear."

"Yes," she sobbed.

"I wish I could oblige you but if I start poking holes in
your pussy now you won't be able to enjoy the rest of the
night ... sorry."

I figured that would leave her grateful for a little while
and decided to take advantage of that, so I guided her to
her feet and pulled her to me for another long, hot kiss,
this time with both of us naked. She certainly kissed me
with gratitude. Her tongue invaded my mouth with a vengeance
and she crushed her breasts against mine with her embrace. I
let one hand slip into the crease of her ass while the other
stroked the side of her breast. It took her longer than I
expected to realize what she was doing ... co-operating.

I broke off the kiss and lifted her chin looking into her
eyes until I saw what I wanted. In those few moments her
expression wandered over a world of emotions. I saw shame,
interest, hate, resignation and finally ... submission.
Smiling, I tossed a couple of sofa cushions onto the floor
and guided my lady down onto her belly. Straddling her
thighs I began to massage her neck, shoulders and back. You
could feel the tension in her muscles as little knots of
tissue. Patiently I rubbed until I felt her stress melt away
under the ministrations of my experienced hands.
Then I moved on to her nicely rounded ass. I placed the
palms of my hands on her cheeks and pushed up, letting my
weight move onto my arms. Then I started slowly rocking her
pelvis into the cushions. After a few minutes of this I
thought that I could see a flush building in the sides of
her tits and I heard a change in her breathing ... it was time
to check my work. I slid down her legs a little and used my
thumbs to spread the cheeks of her ass. She tensed against
me but I let a little insistence move into my grip and she
relented. I wanted to examine her asshole.

She was a true redhead. Red hair, red pussy lips, pale
freckled skin, pink nipples and ... a pink asshole. Holding
her open I peered into her most private area. She had no
hair in her butt and her asshole was a pretty pink spiral of
muscle. At first nothing happened but after a bit I saw what
I hoped to see, little spasms. The spirals were relaxing and
tightening involuntarily. My massage was working.

It was time to announce my intentions. I waited until she
settled into a long relaxed period. The spirals smoothed out
and I could see her tiny dark opening.. Without warning I
gathered the moisture in my mouth and spit it directly into
her asshole. That got a reaction. She clenched so hard that
she pulled free from my grip.

"What's the matter, hasn't anyone ever paid your pretty ass
the attention it deserves."

"What are you doing," she asked hopelessly.

"Whatever I want ... right?"

"Whatever you want," she droned.

"Reach back and hold your cheeks open for me."

"Relax," I told her when she had complied, "Live a little."
Using my forefinger I began to massage the small area of
taut skin between her pussy and her asshole, the perineum I
think it's called. Funny that it doesn't have a slang name.
Maybe it's because most people don't like anyone to go there
... a shame really. It only took a minute or two of this
treatment before her butt hole began to spasm open and shut
... my opportunity ... I poked a finger into her ass. She gave a
little cry and her anus clamped shut, but not in time. I was
in up to my first knuckle.

"Shh," I whispered, "relax."

I waited until I felt the grip of her ass loosen a little.
Then I withdrew my finger, spit into her asshole again, and
began to stroke my finger in and out of her butt, going
deeper with each cycle until it was completely inside of
her. She was moaning now and it didn't sound as though she
was in pain.

"You like that don't you."

She became silent and didn't answer so I slapped her ass
with my free hand.

"No ... yes," she said ashamedly.

"Good," I encouraged her, "Is it making your pussy wet."

"Yes."

"What a slut," I said condescendingly. "Hasn't anyone ever
frigged your asshole before?"

"No."

I continued to slowly stroke my finger in and out of her
butt. "Do you know what it means to `Go around the world'?"

"Around the world," she questioned breathlessly.

"Yeah ... it means you lick a person's front door and back
door, ass and cock, or pussy as the case may be. It's very
erotic."

My lady began to cry, "Please don't do that to me," she
pleaded, "It sounds so disgusting ... please don't."
I pulled my finger out of her ass taking time to watch her
dark opening slowly return to its normal size. Then I leaned
down so that my mouth was teasingly close to her ear, "Don't
worry," I said, "I'm not going to do that to you. It is kind
of disgusting ... only a slut would stick her tongue up
someone's asshole ... roll over onto your side."

Reluctantly she obeyed and I helped her to assume the
position, real lesbian fucking, legs scissored and pussies
mashed together ... tribadism ... fucking.

"Follow my lead," I said hoarsely, my heat coming upon me as
I began a steady grinding of my snatch against hers. She was
awkward at it to begin with but soon we had worked out a
rhythm that was pleasing to both of us. I closed my eyes,
played with my tits and enjoyed the sensations that our
pussies were causing as they rubbed wetly against each
other's. I found the center of my excitement then nursed and
guided it to a crashing orgasm, spending loudly and damply
against my lady.

As the haze of my afterglow faded I noticed that my lady
continued to fuck herself against me. She too was playing
with her boobs but she was also biting her lower lip and
looking frustrated ... time to help her row the boat.

"Get onto your back," I ordered as I disentangled my legs
from hers, and then lay prone with my face at her snatch,
arms under her thighs and fingers twisting her nipples. I
stared hungrily at her auburn-haired cunt for a long moment
before letting my tongue snake its way through her curly
hairs and onto the lips of her pussy ... she writhed and
moaned as I parted her lips. Then I used my tongue to gather
her pussy juice and lubricate her sex with it, and my
saliva. When that was accomplished I pulled a hand free of
her tits and slipped one, then two and finally three fingers
up inside of her, stretching her opening wide while fucking
them in and out, all the while feeling with the tips of my
fingers for the rough flesh of her g-spot.

Most women have the little bumps but they are not active in
everyone. They were alive in my lady though, her cunt began
to ripple with contractions as soon as I found and stroked
them. My tongue joined the choir by licking her clit and a
short moment later found her bucking helplessly upon my
fingers as she screamed and creamed her way through her
first lesbian orgasm.
I knew that her feelings had to have been brutally confused
so I let her slip away from me and curl up into the fetal
position, her aspect a mix of tears and the little
convulsions of her afterglow. I let her lay that way while I
positioned myself for the next step in our dance ... on my
back with cushions raising my pelvis into the air and my
legs spread widely.

"Come here bitch," I rudely called and she looked up at me,
eyes widening as she took in my obscene pose. "Come here," I
repeated and she came to me on all fours. "Did any man ever
make you cum like that," I asked and warned, "Don't let me
see any lies in your eyes either."

Tears leaked prettily from her eyes as she answered, "No ...
that was the best ... the best I ever had."

"Damn," I exclaimed, "What a fucking slut you are. Well,
don't you think it's time to pay me back?"

"Yeah," she murmured looking away from my splayed snatch,
"If you want me too."

"I want you to," I said, "In a special way."

"Special," she asked fearfully.

"Yes, special. You're such a slut that I want you to take me
around the world. Do you remember what that is? Tell me what
it is," I added ominously.

She flushed from her nipples her cheeks then stammered,
"It's licking someone ... someone's pussy ... and bottom."

"Bottom," I asked feigning ignorance.

Angrily she spat out the word, "Asshole."

"Okay," I agreed as I folded my arms beneath my head and lay
back on the cushions, "If you insist."

She moved into position between my legs and was about to
lower her lips to my sex when I tossed her discarded nightie
to her, "Use this to dry off your cunt."

As she patted her snatch dry I explained, "I want to see if
eating my cunt and ass make you horny. If it does I'm going
to do something special to you."

She looked embarrassed ... and worried but a moment later she
was prone and staring at my crotch. I could feel my
excitement returning as I wondered where she would begin,
closing my eyes I waited. Then I felt her fingers on my bare
mound as her thumbs parted the moist lips of my sex. She
hesitated, her mouth so close to my clit that I could feel
her breath on it. Then she licked me. Not on my clit or in
my slit, but on my mound. Testing I knew, putting her toe in
the water.

She licked me slowly up one side and then the other, then as
if assured that the experience would not harm her she let
her soft, warm tongue wander into my slit and up to my clit.
I love virgins. I love the way the innocence of their
inexperience leads them aimlessly through the act of sex,
wondering and wandering from act to act and feeling to
feeling, rather than following the paint-by-numbers routine
that old partners tend towards.

I suppose that she could feel my growing excitement as her
tongue moved me towards orgasm and perhaps she thought that
I would forget the complete scope of her assigned tasks but
I did not. Grasping her by the head I pushed her away from
my cunt and gasped, "Do it."

She brushed her curly red hair away from her face and I
could see that her lips and cheeks were glistening with my
spunk. She paused, sighed and lowered her face once again. I
could feel her nose pushing against the lower part of my
pussy followed a long moment later by something soft, warm
and wet gently lapping at my asshole.

She was very tentative and at times I could barely feel her,
but I remained patient and let her take her time. She had a
lot to get used to down there. When she had gotten my ass
soaked with her saliva I made her move on, "Stick your
tongue as far up my ass as you can," I breathlessly
demanded.
She tried to push up inside me but her tongue kept flopping
over, squishing wetly all around my anus, but hell, that
felt just fine too, so I let her solve the problem on her
own. I was just about to say fuck it and bring her mouth
back up to my cunt so she could finish bringing me off, when
she got it. She curled her tongue up into a tubular shape
and managed to push it about two inches up inside my ass.
The pleasure was excruciating. I grasped my legs behind my
knees and arched my butt up further in the air to give her
better access to my ass.

I have to admit that I nearly squealed as I spoke, "Fuck me
... fuck me ... make me cum."

Her hand came up and her fingers strummed across my swollen
clit, her face pounded against my cheeks and her tongue
wormed into and out of my asshole as she fucked me. When I
knew I was going over the top I locked her head between my
thighs, brutally grabbed her by her hair and pulled her
mouth up and on to my cunt, just as the spasms took me ... to
ecstasy.

I rolled away from her and rode the echoes of my orgasm as
they faded into memory. Regaining my composure I checked out
my lady. She was sitting with her back towards me, shoulders
hunched, head down ... probably crying.

"Stand up and face me," I ordered, "Hands locked behind your
neck and legs spread nice and wide."

When she displayed herself as I had asked I leaned in and
gave her mouth a long probing kiss, hugging her breasts to
mine as I did so. Then I stepped back.

"Have you earned your reward," I asked curiously. "Did
eating my ass and pussy make you wet?"

I toyed with her nipples until she closed her eyes then I
let my fingers drift down across her abdomen, through her
pubic hair and into her snatch.

"Well, well, well," I chimed, "You seem to like being a bad
girl don't you."

I brought my fingers up confirming what she must have
already known ... she was sopping.
"Seems like we take another step together ... let's make it
another challenge. I'm going to show you something new and
try to bring you off. If you can go half an hour without
cumming then the party is over. I'll go and leave you in
peace. But, if I make you cum ... then you get one more lesson
in love. Do you understand?"

She tearfully nodded in the affirmative.

"It's all up to you. We'll see if you're a wife with
willpower or just a curious slut."

I started her out easy with soft kisses and silky caresses,
and then I had her get comfortable on the cushions while I
played with her tits and cunt. Her body was responding but
not as readily as she had before. I could see the
determination to resist in her eyes. I smiled, positioned
myself between her legs and began to eat her snatch in
earnest.

Her breathing became ragged and she would occasionally
involuntarily push her pelvis up against my mouth but I
never had the feeling that she was losing control. Rather,
it looked like she was gaining confidence that she could
ride out this assault. Well ... I had promised her something
new.

I stopped long enough to retrieve a few short sections of
rope that I had stored in my belt-pack and used them to tie
her wrists together. Then I pulled her arms up and back,
lashing the free end of the rope to a heating pipe,
effectively stretching her arms away from her. I used more
rope to lash each leg securely to the opposite feet of the
heavy sofa and finished by pushing a large pillow beneath
her hips, raising the angle of her cunt. She had been full
of questions while I bound her but I had worked in silence
until I had finished.

"Only ten more minutes," I said as I surveyed my work, "Then
you'll be home free."

She pulled against her bonds, testing them and finding them
quite secure. "Why did you tie me up," she repeated.

"Well," I said, "I promised you something new, and this will
help me to deliver it ... I'm here to fuck not fight," I added
as an aside.
I sat beside her and began to frig my fingers into her cunt.
She was as wet with her juices and my saliva as I could get
her. After a minute or so I had three fingers sliding easily
in and out of her. She remained calm with no evidence of
either pain or runaway pleasure discernable from her aspect.
That is until I pushed a fourth finger up inside her.

That was tight. She grunted a little and I noticed that her
nipples hardened and a flush had swept across her chest, as
I managed to fully insert all four fingers. Holding them in
her I licked her clit until it too was standing erect. She
was straining at the ropes and holding her breath.

I pulled my fingers back, scrunched them up as tightly as
possible and extended my thumb beneath them. Then I pushed
my hand as far into her cunt as I could. She moaned again
but this time it was pure pain, not pleasure that moved her.
My hand was buried up to the second knuckles when my
progress into her was stopped. Pulling back I licked and
spit on my hands and pushed into her again, this time
getting all the way to the knuckles on my fist. Her breath
was coming in gasps and her face was flushed almost purple
as I held that position.

"Here we go," I warned as I pushed forwards with all my
strength.

She screamed. I wasn't sure if her flesh would stretch or
rip but I was going to find out. We were held in an
unyielding equilibrium for a long moment, (longer for her I
am sure), but finally my fist lurched into her and I felt
her pussy lips close tightly on my wrist. She didn't scream,
rather she broke down into a guttural rhapsody of grunts and
moans.

The rope that held her arms above her was tied in a slip-
knot. She didn't even notice when I released it. Holding
still I waited until her pain seemed to subside. Then I had
her sit up and look down between her legs.

"Oh my God," she cried as she saw my wrist protruding from
her cunt.

"If you think it looks good just wait until you feel it," I
teased.

"Take it out of me please," she begged.
"Five minutes," I said as I un-balled my fist inside her and
began to stroke my arm slightly in and out of her obscenely
splayed cunt. She watched in horror for a moment but fell
back moaning as I bent forwards and began to lick her stone
hard clit.

It was fucking wonderful. I could feel every muscle in her
abdomen responding to my attack. I waited until her legs
began to twitch then licked her as hard as I could while
suddenly withdrawing my hand from her pussy. Pleasure seemed
to fill the resulting vacuum in waves that she could not
resist and her screams melted into moans that seemed almost
a prayer to the gods of pleasure. She had cum.

"Well," I said, "I guess you are a curious slut after all."

I undid the ropes and my lady sat up and buried her head in
her arms. I helped her to her feet.

"Do you have any duct tape," I inquired.

"Yes ... I think so," she hesitated.

"Good, go get it and two pairs of heavy socks and hurry up
about it."

She retrieved the tape from the kitchen but had to go
upstairs for the stockings. "He won't wake up for hours," I
called after her as she climbed the stairs. She returned
looking quite forlorn a few minutes later.

"I told you so," I admonished. "Say, have you ever been
fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on," I asked as I led her
to the coffee table.

"No," she answered meekly.

"Well I think that you'd like it," I said as I made her ease
belly down onto the low table and began to lash her ankles
to its legs. "You've liked everything else so far haven't
you."

"Look," she said, "You're going to do what you want to me. I
haven't fought you so far and there's no reason to tie me up
again.
"Okay, I won't tie your hands to the table ... I'll use these
instead," producing two sets of handcuffs I used them to
secure her wrists to the table legs. Then I raised her ass
by placing a pillow under her belly, surveyed my work and
found it satisfactory.

"I've seen you with a video camera," I informed her, "Where
do you keep it?"

My lady looked pretty miserable when she had to tell me
about the camera, "What's the matter ... don't you want to in
movies," I said

I placed the video camera at a right angle to the television
set, and then I pulled the coffee table and my reluctant
star, into a position where she faced the television.

"Let's see if we like this angle," I said as I powered
everything on. A moment later the screen flickered to life
and my lady was displayed lengthwise in her glorious nudity.
She couldn't resist the temptation to look, or help but moan
in shame as she saw herself exhibited so crudely.

I moved a chair to the left of and a little behind the
camera, then retrieved a soft cloth from my pack and used it
to gently swab my lady's snatch.  She wiggled while I worked
and that was just fine with me.

"That's it love, I'll be back in a minute," I said patting
her pretty bottom as I spoke. Then I took the duct tape and
stockings and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later I
returned, took a seat and watched my lady on the television
screen ... wanting to see what she saw.

"Well," I said sadly, "I've got good news and bad news. The
good news, at least from your perspective, is I seem to have
forgotten my strap-on. The bad news is ... I still want to see
you getting fucked.

She looked at me with a puzzled, worried expression on her
face. I kept my eyes on the television. Then she cried out
and pulled against her bonds in a futile attempt to get up.
She tried to twist her head to see behind herself but she
could not see the source of her discomfort. Then she
remembered the television ... and saw the dog.

"Oh God ... No please ... don't let this happen ... I'm begging
you ... I'm begging."

"Like I said ... I want to watch you get fucked, besides, you
love ... what's his name again ... Popeye? Yeah you love Popeye.
Normally he probably wouldn't have an erotic interest in you
... but, that cloth I wiped your cunt with was kept in a cage
with a bitch in heat. I do believe that Popeye is a little
confused ... and from the look of that thing between his legs
... randy too."

At that moment the dog was busy licking the hell out of my
lady's snatch. She was moaning in humiliation but after a
good five minutes of Popeye's long, smooth, wet tongue
darting relentlessly between her legs the tone of her cries
changed to one that was suspiciously horny sounding.

"Well," I chimed "Seems as though there's more than one
bitch-in-heat involved with Popeye. What kind of dog is he
anyway," I asked.

"He ... he's half German Shepard and ... half Irish Wolfhound,"
my lady gasped. "Don't make me do this. It's too horrible,"
she pleaded.

I ignored her, "Shepard and wolfhound. No wonder he's so ...
Say, have you ever seen his dick hard?"

"No, and I don't want to either," she said with genuine hate
in her voice.

I shut off the camera, carefully took Popeye by the collar
and led him up to his mistress's face. "Lie down," I
instructed and Popeye flopped down on his back, legs spread
wide.

"Ohh, noo," was all my bitch could manage to say as she
fearfully looked at Popeye's massive, purple, ten-inch hard-
on.

"Pretty impressive huh," I stated, "But he still looks
fucking silly with those stockings duct-taped to his legs.
Had to do it though or he'd cut you to crap with his claws ...
when he mounts you. Say ... would you like a closer look at
his dick?"
I'm sure that there was a no buried someplace in the
terrible sounds that my lady was making, but I couldn't
really make it out. Besides, I was busy helping the dog up
onto his hind feet and getting him to lie across his
mistress in the classic `69' position ... doggy style anyway.
It was a struggle to get things going. The dog kept trying
to get down, and I had to threaten her little girl before
mom unwillingly sucked his bobbing cock into her mouth ...
which sort of locked him in place.

"Good dog," I encouraged, "and good girl too," I added for
my lady. Then I returned to my seat and flicked the camera
on again. Mom couldn't see the television. Not with Popeye's
hairy crotch in her face, but I was sure that she would
appreciate watching the tape later on.

The dog had the damn silliest, `don't stop now' look on his
face that I'd ever seen. He kept fairly still for a while
but then attempted to help things along by rapidly fucking
my lady's mouth. He kept plopping out of her though and
jabbing the wincing bitch all over her face. I watched in
amusement for a bit, as she kept trying to capture his
purple peter and failing for the most part. It was time for
a different approach so I picked up the long leash that
trailed from Popeye's collar and pulled him to me ... and I
mean pulled. He wanted to stay right where he was.

"Damn, he's a strong one," I said when I finally had him at
my side. "Now," I addressed the weeping bitch, "I want you
to keep your eyes glued to the television or ... do you
understand?"

"Yes," she moaned as she lifted her chin and saw her naked
body stretched ass-up over the coffee table on the
television screen.

"Good," I encouraged her. Then I let Popeye go by holding
the leash loosely. As I figured, he started right back
towards my lady's face so I pulled him back with an
admonishing, "No," and repeated the maneuver until he headed
behind her. He sniffed her crotch, licked it
enthusiastically for a while and then mounted the bitch. Her
expression was one of horrified fascination. I suppose it
was almost like watching it happen to someone else, until
she felt her pussy parted by his long purple cock. I sat
back with one leg hooked over an arm of the chair ... ready to
enjoy the show.

Popeye was not much interested in foreplay. He just plunged
his ten inches of dog-dick straight into my lady. She gasped
in response to the physical intrusion and moaned at the
mental violation as she watched the screen.

The signs of her growing excitement were subtle at first,
cloudy eyes, biting on her lower lip, fingers and toes
stretching ... things like that. But Popeye was relentlessly
fucking her with a strength, depth and rate of strokes that
no man could have matched. It was finally too much for her
and she started fucking back a little. Then she moaned and
slapped her ass back as hard as she could. There was a wet
smacking sound as the dog filled her to new depths. She
blushed, looked at me, then looked at herself and the dog on
the screen and surrendered.

She moved in time with the beast and angled her body to
receive the maximum stimulation, and she was almost singing
with grunts, sighs and moans. Finally she came, closing her
eyes, stiffening and screaming out her release. From the
sounds she was making and the spasms that passed over her
body I could tell that she came multiple times. Then I let
my own orgasm roar through me as my fingers played over my
clit. I was done ... she was done, and Popeye almost was.

He was emitting a low growl and nipping at my lady's neck. I
couldn't believe that he could fuck any faster but he did.
Then he let out a high-pitched yip, my lady cried out and
the dog's thick cum began to ooze out of her stretched cunt
in massive amounts. I shut off the camera, gathered my
things and dressed. I removed the tape from the player.

"If I read about this in the papers, or hear about the cops
nosing around then copies of this tape will go you and your
husbands workplace, to all your neighbors and of course to
your little girl's school ... Oh yeah, I'd watch the mail for
a while. You might not want anyone but yourself to get the
copy that I'm sending you."

"I'm going to leave you the key to the handcuffs," I said as
I put my belt-pack back on. "And don't worry about the
explosives ... hell; it's really just potting clay anyway."

"You bitch," she hissed at me.

"Well," I said, "with that dog's dick stuffed up your snatch
I'd say you are more the bitch than I am ... but whatever." I
produced block of ice wrapped in insulating paper and tin-
foil, unwrapped it and placed it between her cuffed hands.

"The key is in the ice. You can wait until it melts or you
can pound it until it cracks. It's up to you. I doubt if you
have enough play in the cuffs to smash the ice, but I bet
the noise will wake your daughter up. It's getting on
towards morning."

"I don't want my baby to see me like this. If you get the
dog off me and give me the key, I promise to wait until you
get away before undoing them."

"What you've got is ..."

"Oww," she gasped, "Something's wrong. He's hurting me ...
inside. Help me ... Oww."

I smiled, "I was going to say that what you've got is the
ice, but now you have something else too ... the knot."

She looked at me puzzled. "The knot," I repeated, "sometimes
when a dog cums his cock swells up in a ball, or knot, about
three inches above the base of his dick. It boosts the
chances that the bitch will get pregnant ... by keeping his
cum from leaking out."

She moaned again in pain. "I'd guess that a dog as big as
him will have a knot about the size of a softball. Lady
you'll never be more filled than that. He'll try hard to
dismount after a while but he won't be able to. He might
even end up facing away from you, and I wouldn't be
surprised if all his pulling and tugging with that fucked up
dick inside you will get you off again. After all ... you are
a slut."

I headed for the door but stopped for a final look at my
work, "Oh yeah. I almost forgot. That thing will take
anywhere from thirty minutes to five hours to go down. If
you're lucky, your husband and your daughter won't wake up
before it does ... bye."
I checked the street waiting until I was sure it was clear
and then headed for my car. It had been a great night and I
was already planning my next one. I had a few good leads on
who it could be. No matter, whoever it was would calm down
when they saw me ... they always do.

























































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