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Subject: {ASSM} (Repost)A House In the Woods - Bethany (M/f F/f BD DS ws oral anal nc? rape pierce best toys)
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Someone requested a repost of the first three of these so here they are.

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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
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A House In the Woods - Bethany (M/f F/f BD DS ws oral anal nc? rape 
pierce best toys)

Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes-peer2b@sbcglobal.net

She would have been pretty - even beautiful - had her face not been 
frozen in that perpetual pouting sneer affected by so many of today's 
young girls. Barely five feet tall, the obligatory low cut top, bare 
midriff with navel jewelry, and hip-slung jeans completed the 
stereotype.  The top was filled out mostly with padding, though even 
through the screen door I could see a little cleavage.

She stood with arms crossed under her breasts, as if they needed 
support, one hip outthrust, staring disgustedly off into the woods, and 
didn't realize at first that I had come to the door.

When she finally turned to rap her knuckles on the doorframe again, she 
gave a little start to see me there.  It wasn't a particularly hot day, 
but her walk in the sun had plastered honey blonde hair that had escaped 
from her pony tail to her forehead.

"May I help you?" it was the voice I used on door-to-door salesmen.  I 
hadn't saved my money to get this place in the middle of nowhere so I 
could socialize with everyone who came to my door.

Impatiently, she said "Yeah. I need to use your phone!"  Clearly, she 
was accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, when she wanted it.

I looked at her impassively for several moments, wiping my hands on a 
rag, before responding.  "No."

I had turned and made several steps back toward my kitchen before she 
exploded. "NO!?  I'm stuck out here in the fucking middle of fucking 
nowhere, my fucking car fucking died on me, my fucking cell phone 
doesn't fucking work in this fucking armpit, and you fucking tell me 
fucking 'no' when I ask to use the fucking phone?..."

She was taking a breath to continue her tirade when my open palm struck 
the side of her face.  It was a gentle slap, by my standards, but the 
calluses on my hand must have felt like stone on her cheek as her head 
snapped around and the ponytail wrapped itself briefly around her face.

"That was for the filth coming out of your mouth. Get off my property. 
You're trespassing!"  I stood so close that she had to back up a step to 
see my still impassive face glaring down at her.

Her eyes were as big as saucers and her face had finally lost its sneer 
as she held her hand to the growing redness on her cheek.  Tears started 
to well up in her eyes as the gravity of her situation finally started 
to sink in.

"Buh-but it's got to be miles to the next town!"  I had seen the 
'pitiful me' routine from my ex - the queen of the guilt trip - far too 
often to be affected by it now.  The fact that she thought it would work 
just pissed me off more.

"Not my problem."  It was, in fact, three miles by road to my nearest 
neighbor, and a little over six into town.

"Please, mister!" she begged, "I'll do anything if you'll just let me 
use your phone!  I'll pay you - I've got money!"

I slapped her hand as she started to reach into the little knapsack she 
carried for a purse. "I don't need  money."

She stared at me with that deer-in-the-headlights look the young ones 
get when they finally run into a situation that can't be handled by 
their usual methods.  Her face gradually melted and the tears that 
flowed this time were genuine.  I let her cry, not moving.

Finally, she pulled a small packet of tissues from her backpack and 
wiped her face.  Looking at me hopelessly through reddened eyes, she 
pled silently for me to rescue her.  I just returned her stare, my face 
expressing no emotion.

Again, she begged "Please, just tell me what I need to do!  I just need 
to use the phone, then I'll be out of your hair and won't ever bother 
you again!  Please, I'll do anything!"

She apparently envisioned a limited scope to 'anything', but I wasn't 
going to let her off the hook that easily.  "Strip.  Right here.  Every 
stitch."

She looked as if I had hit her in the stomach. "You want me to take off 
my clothes?" Her head was shaking, side to side.

"You said you'd do anything.  Strip now, or get off my property.  I 
don't care which." Neither my face nor the inflection in my voice had 
changed.

She stared at me for a long moment as emotions ran across her face. 
First, disbelief and shock, then, as she felt the full impact of my 
gaze, understanding and indecision.  She made as if to speak, but a 
finger across my lips silenced the protest before it started.  Finally, 
fear and resignation settled on her elfin features.  She looked around 
the front yard, as if to see who else might be watching, but my home is 
set in a natural, secluded clearing, more than half a mile up a winding 
dirt track from the main road.  Only the fact that I maintained the 
fences, gate, and even the mailbox by the gate would give anyone a clue 
that someone actually lived up that track.

Tentatively, she pulled the top over her head, eyes studying the worn 
boards of my front porch. As she pulled the meager scrap of cloth off 
her ponytail, she looked up once again, searching my face for some hint 
of reprieve.  Finding none, her face set now in anger, she kicked off 
the once white deck shoes, now a yellowish gray from the dust of the 
track, and unbuttoned her jeans.  Glaring defiantly up at me, she 
wriggled and pushed until they cleared her shapely hips and puddled 
around her feet.  Still finding no mercy in my face, she reached behind 
and unhooked her bra, trying to cover her breasts with her hands as she 
worked the harness down and let it drop.

"Are you happy now, you perv!" she practically shouted up at me.

In a dispassionate voice I replied evenly, "I said every stitch."

Shaken, but still defiant, she turned away and worked the little cotton 
bikini down her legs, unintentionally giving me a first glimpse of the 
sprinkling of yellow hair that did little to cover her plump little 
mound.  She straightened, covering her breasts with one arm and her 
crotch with the other hand.

"Lace your fingers behind your neck, spread your feet shoulder width, 
and be silent!" It was the first time I had allowed any sharpness into 
my voice and it startled her almost as much as the earlier slap.  She 
moved quickly to comply, some of the anger in her expression replaced by 
fear.

As I suspected, her tits were small and perfectly formed, with tiny pink 
nipples topping broad, almost flat, alabaster mounds.  I never 
understood the fascination some men have with large breasts.  Hers were 
as close to my ideal as I'm likely to ever see in my lifetime.  Her 
rib-cage tapered gently to a softly rounded belly surrounding the large, 
shallow navel that was pierced along its lower curve.  Her hips flared a 
bit more than I would have expected on one so young, and the creases 
between hip and thigh outlined the perfectly symmetrical lips of her 
mons.  Through the sparse growth of her almost invisible pubic hair I 
could just see the hood of her clit peeking out.  Her legs were softly 
curved and shapely.  This one was no athlete, but her genes had so far 
kept her from putting on extra fat.

I walked slowly around her once, carefully inspecting her back and the 
inverted heart-shape of her buttocks.  Her skin was flawless - another 
gift of good genes, no doubt.

While she stood on display, red faced from embarrassment, I retrieved 
her garments one by one from the porch deck, folded them neatly, and 
stacked them on the rail, bra on top.  I placed her shoes beside them, 
and picked up the little back-pack purse.  I could see her anger 
returning as I rummaged through the thing until I found her wallet, but 
she was either smart enough or scared enough not to say anything.  She 
hadn't lied - she did have several hundred dollars in the wallet, but I 
had told the truth as well - I didn't need it.

"Bethany Camilla Wilson" I read aloud from her driver's license. 
Flipping through the cards and other contents I found a current student ID.

"This isn't exactly on a direct route between Pullman and Bellevue, 
Bethany.  What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"I had a fight with my boyfriend and thought I'd take the scenic route 
home to have time to like, clear my head, you know, think things through."

I studied her a bit as I thought about the wording for my next question. 
  "Surely you told someone you were coming this way, so why not just 
wait for them to send out a search party?  Why are you so desperate that 
you'd take off your clothes for a stranger?"

"That's the thing! I was like so mad at Brian that I just like took off! 
  I told my roommate I was going home for the weekend, but I didn't know 
I was going this way until I saw the sign and like the car just sort of 
turned on its own!"  She only realized her mistake as she saw the smile 
growing across my face, and tried to cover.  "But I called my mom from 
the car and told her I came this way!  She'll have the sheriffs and 
everyone out looking for me by tonight!"

I didn't bother to point out that she had already told me her cell phone 
didn't work out here.  I pulled it out of her bag, and sure enough, it 
was one of the new GSM models.  We had  TDMA service but the GSM phones 
didn't work out here yet.  I dug her keys from the bag and set it on the 
rocking chair beside the door.  As I reached inside for the keys to my 
pickup, I called out, "Caesar! Czar! Come!"

Their mother, an Alaskan malamute, had been bred by a timber wolf, 
giving birth to what turned out to be two of the largest, smartest dogs 
I had ever seen.  I raised them from pups, training them for my own 
special purposes, and we had been so close through their adolescence 
that now they could almost read my mind. They seldom barked, but 
whenever anyone approached the house they alerted me by their body 
language, looking my way occasionally to be sure I picked up the 
signals.  Thanks to these two big boys I had watched Bethany from the 
shadows of my hallway as she emerged from the end of the track and 
trudged across the clearing to my front door.

They flowed around the partially open screen door like enormous grey 
shadows, sniffing eagerly at the most fragrant and embarrassing parts of 
my hapless victim. A warning wag of my finger stopped her from dropping 
her hands to protect herself, and her face flushed to an improbable 
shade of red.

"Guard!" I told the boys  as I descended the porch steps and headed for 
the pickup.  They took up positions front and rear and gazed fixedly at 
Bethany with their almost yellow eyes.

"You'd best not move a muscle until I get back, Bethany" I told her, 
"These boys are well trained, and they will tear you limb from limb if 
you try anything." Their warning snarls as she turned her head to look 
at me reinforced the threat, and she quickly turned her head back to its 
original position.

It took about 45 minutes to locate her little red Mustang convertible, 
hook it up to the pickup with a log chain, and tow it to a secluded spot 
in the woods behind the house.  After covering it with a camouflage tarp 
and sweeping the track from the main road, I was pretty sure no one 
would find her or her car, even if they thought to look in this direction.

Bethany was looking a bit distressed by the time I put the pickup back 
in its shed, and returned to the house.  "Please, mister, I need to use 
the restroom!"

"We don't have restrooms out here, Bethany.  Do you need to piss or shit?"

"I need to pee really bad!"

"So piss!  The boys won't mind.  It'll help them get to know you better."

She stared at me in shock.  "You mean right here? I can't do that!"

I shrugged, "Suit yourself!"

"Can't I just use your bathroom? I really have to go!"

I stepped in so close she had to bend her head way back to look up at 
me. "I'll explain this to you once.  If I ever have to repeat any part 
of it, you will suffer.  Is that clear?" At her fearful nod, I 
continued.  "No one knows you are here.  Even if they think to look in 
this direction, they will not find you unless I want them to.  You are 
mine until I tire of you.  You will address me as 'Sir'. When told to do 
something, you will do it immediately, without question or comment.  You 
will speak only when spoken to.  You may request permission to speak 
occasionally, but only to clarify an order so that you can carry it out 
better - don't abuse the privilege.  This is your only opportunity to 
ask questions.  If you have any, ask them now."

"H-how long are you going to keep me here?"  All the anger had drained 
from her face, which was now white as a sheet.

"I've already answered that. Do you have any intelligent questions?"  I 
was practically on top of her, her nipples brushing my shirt, just above 
my belt buckle.

"A-are you going to rape me?" It was odd.  Mingled with the fear I 
detected a tiny bit of arousal.

"Do you want me to rape you?"

"N-n-no! Of course not!" but the seed had been planted, and I could see 
it growing.

"You were told to address me as 'Sir'.  Three times now you have 
disobeyed.  Do you have any other questions while I consider your 
punishment?"

"Are you ever going to let me go?" then, quickly "Sir?"

"That depends on how well you please me."  I stepped back a bit, and let 
her relieve the strain on her neck.

"I-I'll do my best, Sir." She tried to smile, but she knew I knew it was 
forced, and dropped it quickly.

"Do you still need to piss?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Then do so. Now!"

She looked distressed, but strained a little, and a small trickle of 
golden liquid dripped from the lips of her cunt.  Once the flow began, 
however, she apparently couldn't hold it back, and let loose a stream 
that would have done a racehorse proud.  A faraway look came into her 
eyes as relief washed over her face.

Once the flow stopped, I gave the boys a hand signal and they eagerly 
lapped up the last drops, digging their tongues deep between her lips to 
get it all.  Her expression ran the gamut from fear to lust to confusion 
to embarrassment. Finally, Czar and Caesar backed off, licking their chops.

I picked up her things and opened the screen door.  "Come!" She and the 
dogs followed me into the house.  I led them to the hidden door in the 
back of my pantry and triggered the remote in my pocket.  The shelves 
sank inward, allowing just enough room for a person to step onto the 
narrow stone landing inside and to the right of the opening. It was a 
tight fit for the four of us, but there was just enough room for the 
pantry wall to slide back into place.  Caesar flicked his tail upward at 
the last second to avoid getting it caught. The boys preceded us down 
the narrow flight of stone steps, lit only by a single yellow bulb, and 
waited at the bottom while I led my new charge down.  I was gratified to 
see that she still had her hands clasped behind her neck.

She almost lost it as she watched the boys greeting the kneeling form of 
my current slave by sniffing and licking at the juices dripping from 
around the enormous dildo that pounded relentlessly into her vagina, 
driven by a hydraulic ram.  Each time the ram reached the apex of its 
thrust, a line and pulley system tugged sharply on her clit ring. From 
the faint sounds escaping her gag and the expression on her face, I 
could tell she was on the verge of passing out after another in a long 
series of orgasms.  Amy had been in this predicament, head and wrists 
locked in my homemade stocks, while another little motorized device 
tugged and vibrated her nipple rings, for over an hour.  It was one of 
her favorite treatments, but I figured she'd had enough, and used the 
remote to stop the device.  On the next outward cycle, the ram withdrew 
the dildo completely and released its grip on the clit line, while the 
nipple stimulator let go of her tit rings.

Amy rolled her eyes in my direction, and they widened when she noticed 
Bethany standing behind me, hands still locked behind her head.  I 
triggered the release for the stocks, which also released Amy's gag. 
She slowly extricated herself from the contraption, crawled over and 
dutifully knelt at my feet.

"Amy, my lovely slave, this is Bethany.  She has come to us for help, 
but must first pay her way.  Would you like to help me with her 
training?"  I brushed a few sweat-soaked strands of auburn hair from her 
face.

Amy's brown eyes lit with a burning glow and had she not been so well 
trained, she would have kissed me. "Oh, yes, Sir!  I would love to help 
you train this lovely creature!"

My readers may chastise me here, for not going into detail on Bethany's 
punishment for her transgressions, but such things bore me as they are 
merely tools to help attain my ultimate goal with any new slave - his or 
her total submission to my every whim.  Amy, who worked as a waitress in 
a diner in town, had been easy.  She was a born submissive who eagerly 
participated in every degrading act I heaped upon her, once I held her 
up to the mirror of her true self.  Like any recent convert, she was 
eager to show others the joys of her new religion.

Bethany, though she harbored some dark fantasies, had been brought up as 
a willful, spoiled child, and needed a bit different sort of handling. 
Where Amy needed little punishment, Bethany was in my dungeon four days, 
and became well acquainted with the whip and cane before she capitulated 
in her own mind, and resigned herself to submitting to my will.  She 
didn't break - that was not my purpose. She simply lost the will to 
resist.  During that four days, her body underwent some changes as well. 
  Her mouth and throat learned to accept the length and girth of my cock 
and various rubber ones that Amy delighted in shoving down Bethany's 
esophagus.

On the second day I ringed her clit. Just as the moans behind her gag 
were becoming soft groans, Czar alerted, letting me know we had company. 
  I closed the hidden door in the pantry and was puttering around in the 
kitchen when Deputy Fulton knocked on the screen.  Wiping my hands on a 
dish towel, I casually walked  to the door and let him in.

"To what do I owe the honor of this rare visit, Ralph? Has my sordid 
past finally caught up with me?" I made it a point to stay on friendly 
terms with all the law enforcement people hereabouts, and Ralph Fulton 
and I had swapped stories over beers more than a few times since I came 
to live here.

Refusing my offer to sit, Ralph took off his hat and wiped the sweat 
from its band, saying, "A little official business is all, Mike, but 
don't worry, we haven't dug up anything on you yet, though we've got our 
best people on it!"  The beer gut overhanging his gun belt quivered with 
his chuckle.

"We got a heads up from the State Police to look out for a young blonde 
girl driving a red Mustang convertible, and the Sheriff asked me to 
canvass the folks in this part of the county to see if anybody's seen her."

"Don't know why she'd show up here, Ralph, but I'll keep my eyes open 
and let you know if I see her.  Got time for a beer before you go?"

He shook his head regretfully, "Naw, I still gotta get over to the 
McKinsey's and a few other places, but I'll take a rain check, if you're 
givin' em."

I clapped him on the shoulder as he turned to leave and said, "Anytime! 
  And bring some of those unlucky bastards you work with - we'll play 
some poker too!"

I watched him turn the Explorer around and head back down the track.  A 
few minutes later, the little LED on my security system, indicating the 
gate at the main road was open,  winked on for several seconds, then 
extinguished.  The dogs stayed at alert for a few more seconds, then 
lost interest, so I was pretty sure he really had gone, and returned to 
my work.

I make some money locally by making things for people in the community. 
  Many are made from wood, others from various metals.  I make nothing 
that isn't beautiful to look at, but everything I make has practical 
uses - tools that you can't buy in a hardware store, fixtures, picture 
frames, containers of various sorts.  I even have a small income from 
selling custom made dildos and other sex toys to the wives of some of 
our most prominent citizens - all very discreet, of course.  I don't 
need the money, but it heads off questions about sources of income, and 
gives me a hobby, as well as ensuring a certain amount of leverage in 
strategic places, should I ever need it.  In my little workshop, I also 
designed and built most of the fixtures and machines in my dungeon.

By the time I got back to the dungeon, Amy was in the throes of another 
orgasm courtesy of Bethany's increasingly talented tongue.  Since I had 
neither given her permission to play with my new toy, nor specifically 
forbade it, I banished her to the corner to play with herself while I 
continued installing Bethany's jewelry.

Some nipples, like Bethany's, are too small and fragile to be 
effectively pierced.  A stud or ring hefty enough to take the kind of 
strain I intended to place on it would just not leave enough flesh to 
stand up to the same load.  I had found, however, that virtually any 
nipple could be spiked.  The ones I intended for Bethany were my own 
creation.  The spike was a half inch long, sharply pointed on one end 
and was about an eighth of an inch in diameter. The other end was hollow 
and threaded inside.  For installation, a special shaft was screwed into 
these threads that operated the retractor for the four barbs fitted 
neatly into slots along its sides.  The mechanism to insert them had 
taken a little experimentation, but was now as near perfect as I could 
get it.

Bethany's eyes were wide with trepidation as I fitted the suction tubes 
over her nipples.  A little K-Y created an airtight seal, and ensured 
that the nipples would be drawn evenly into the tubes.  I ran the vacuum 
pump until the tips of the spikes nestled into the tiny indentations in 
the centers of her distended nipples.  After a final alignment check, I 
triggered the trip-hammer on the right side and watched the shock reach 
Bethany's eyes as the spike was driven the prescribed depth into her 
breast, and a small amount of blood seeped into the tube.  Her scream 
was absorbed by the gag.  As I put my hand on the left trigger, she 
struggled mightily, if futilely, against her bondage.  Though her breast 
quivered slightly from her struggles, the vacuum in the tube had no 
trouble keeping the spike aligned.  Nonetheless, I waited for her 
movement to abate before triggering the second spike.  Her reaction to 
the second penetration was no less vigorous than to the first, though 
unaccompanied by the same level of shock.

I bled air back into the vacuum tubes and removed them, leaving the 
spikes firmly embedded in her nipples.  I then unscrewed the retractor 
rods, evoking a slightly less vigorous reaction as the spring loaded 
barbs extended into the tender flesh of each breast, just behind the 
nipple. To ensure the barbs were properly seated, I screwed a small 
T-handle into each of the spikes and gave a sharp tug.  Again Bethany 
screamed behind her gag as the barbs caught and her little tits morphed 
into elongated cones.  I let Bethany watch as I sterilized the 
retractors with alcohol and locked them away in a small safe I keep in 
the dungeon for keys and the like.

After the jewelry was installed, controlling Bethany became much 
simpler.  I had only to secure her wrists away from her front and attach 
her breasts or clit or both to one of the fixtures to keep her immobile 
while constantly stimulating her.  By the end of the fourth day, she had 
started using these restraints to produce orgasms during punishment.

By day five I knew she would need much less punishment, and allowed her 
to start realizing the pleasures of her servitude.  I laid Bethany on 
her back and told her to raise her hands above her head and spread her 
legs.  While I did not bind her, I was confident she would not move from 
that position unless I ordered it. I attached my little nipple tugger to 
her spikes and she gasped as it began its pre-programmed sequence.  The 
primary disadvantage of spikes is that they anchor beyond the primary 
nerve endings in the nipples, but I compensated for this with tiny claw 
attachments that fit between the spikes and whatever else was screwed 
into them and dug into the surrounding nipple tissue, transferring much 
of the sensation of any movement of the spike directly to the delicate 
pink flesh of the nipple.

On my command, Amy knelt between Bethany's legs and made love to her. 
Amy's lips tugged gently at the clit ring, in between gentle, passionate 
tongue lashings.  Amy's tongue occasionally laved her asshole and 
perineum, eliciting tiny gasps from Bethany's lips, before plunging 
deeply into her folds.  In less than a minute, Bethany was climbing 
toward her peak.  Amy had her instructions, however, and backed off at 
the last second, gently caressing Bethany's thighs to calm her.  As she 
subsided, Amy took up where she had left off.  Forty five minutes later, 
after being denied countless orgasms, Bethany was screaming, pleading 
for release, thrusting her pelvis toward Amy's magic tongue, only to be 
denied again and again.

Finally, after an hour of this, I gave Amy the signal she had been 
waiting for. Hooking her index finger through Bethany's clit ring, she 
began a series of spasmodic jerks, practically lifting Bethany's hips 
from the mat, while wildly lashing the distended clit with her tongue. 
At the same time, she plunged two fingers into Bethany's sopping 
entrance just far enough to massage her G-spot.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, Bethany. Cum for me 
and I'll rape you."

In seconds, every muscle in Bethany's tiny body went rigid and her 
pelvis lifted almost a foot off the mat.  She emitted a shriek that had 
the dogs pawing their ears and shaking their heads as her body arched 
between shoulders and heels.  Her hips gave three or four spasmodic 
thrusts before she went totally limp and fell, unconscious, back to the mat.

I checked for pulse and breathing, just to be safe, and, satisfied that 
she would survive, lifted Amy to her feet, and kissed her.  As a reward, 
I returned her to the stocks and started the machine fucking her fast 
and deep with her favorite dildo.

As Bethany started to recover, I let her drink some water, holding her 
up so she could sip from the glass.

She looked gratefully up at me, but knew better than to speak.

"Are you ready, Bethany?" The shock in her eyes came from the 
realization that she WAS ready,  as her head nodded almost of its own 
accord.

I left her on her back while I removed my clothes.  She was already well 
acquainted with my cock, but the realization that it would soon be 
plundering her tender depths for the first time caused her eyes to go 
wide with alarm.

I attached weights to her spikes and clit ring as she lay passively on 
the mat, then I turned violent.  I grabbed a handful of her hair and 
yanked her up to a kneeling position.  When she opened her mouth to 
scream, I rammed my already engorged member down her throat in a single 
stroke.  Not giving her any time to adjust, I started a rapid head fuck, 
jacking off by yanking her head rapidly up and down the length of my 
cock, slamming her nose into my pubic bone with each inward thrust.

I was already quite aroused from the earlier show with Amy and knew I 
wouldn't last long.  In a couple of minutes my first load shot directly 
down her throat.  I stayed embedded in her mouth while the post-orgasmic 
super-sensitivity subsided from my bloated glans and Bethany struggled 
to draw air through her nose.  I had not given her any instructions 
about what to do with her hands, and noted with amusement that they were 
clasped around my buttocks, pulling me into her.

When I was ready, I started the fucking motion again, slower this time, 
until my erection was restored to maximum rigidity.  I still had my grip 
on Bethany's blonde tresses, and used it to position her on hands and 
knees.  Amy's face was only inches from Bethany's and she watched in 
fascination as the dildo pounded relentlessly into her from behind.

The girth of my purple cock-head dwarfed the tiny opening to Bethany's 
tunnel, but her own juices provided all the lubrication I needed to make 
my entrance.  I had promised to rape her, and that's what I did.  No 
finesse, no adjustment period.  I already knew there was no hymen to 
worry about, and once my glans was centered between her lips, I drove in 
with all the force I could muster.  Even with the copious lubrication, 
it took three Herculean strokes to reach the hard bump of her cervix, 
though I had yet to sheath about three inches of my length.  Each thrust 
elicited a high pitched shriek from Bethany, but she made no effort to 
get away.  Amy's face was a mask of lust as she watched me plunder 
Bethany's treasure.

Without pause, I started pistoning my rampant member in and out, going 
as deep as I could, with no thought for Bethany's comfort or pleasure. 
On about the fifth stroke, I felt something give, and an extremely tight 
collar slid down past the crown of my cock-head to grip the shaft as my 
pelvis finally slammed into hers.  She had her first orgasm as my cock 
ploughed through her cervix, deep into her womb.  Amy came seconds later.

The sensation was exquisite.  Each outward stroke milked my swollen 
glans through the constricting band, and each inward thrust felt like 
forcing myself through a greasy, tightly clenched fist.

Bethany was locked in a continuous series of gut wrenching orgasms, 
screaming and tossing her head about as spasm after spasm shook her 
body.  In the midst of one of these, I withdrew completely, and before 
she was aware of what was happening, had slipped the head of my cock 
past the unresisting ring of her anus.  While this may have saved her a 
torn opening, it did little to alleviate the pain of entry.  I doubt she 
had ever voided a turd as large as my dick.

"No! Please not there! Please, Sir!" her cries went unheeded, and she 
shrieked unintelligibly as I ploughed past the inner sphincter into her 
colon.  Again I showed no mercy.  I pounded her ass as forcefully as I 
had her womb, and soon her hips were thrusting back at me.  Her screams 
changed to groans and then to guttural grunts emanating from some 
primeval part of her being. Her eyes rolled back in her head on each 
inward stroke, as if my cock were controlling them through some 
invisible lever.  Her eyelids started to flutter, and she emitted a 
visceral howl that brought the dogs to their feet.

Her rectum milked the length of my cock with involuntary contractions, 
and I came like a volcano in her depths, laying on her back, jerking the 
weights attached to her breasts, while my cock turned inside out in her 
bowels.  Bethany's howl became a banshee wail and she went rigid beneath 
me, jerking like an epileptic in the throes of a seizure. I had just 
enough presence of mind to collapse sideways, dragging her body with me, 
instead of crushing her beneath my bulk.

I don't know how long I lay in a stupor, but I awoke to Caesar's tongue 
lapping my face, still rock hard and deeply embedded in Bethany's 
bottom.  Bethany, who was receiving the same services from Czar, was 
also coming around.  I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "How did 
you like your first rape, Bethany?"

She rolled her shoulders around so she could see my face without 
breaking our connection.  A troubled look washed over her face as she 
contemplated her answer.

"I - I hated it, Sir.  But I loved it!  How can that be, Sir?"

I smiled down at her.  "All your life, you've been conditioned to 
believe that rape is horrible, and to avoid it at all costs. For most 
people, rape IS horrible, but for a very few, like yourself, the very 
horror of it multiplies the pleasure.  You hated it because you're 
supposed to hate it.  You loved it because it touched something deep 
inside that you never knew existed until now."

I disengaged from Bethany and released Amy from the stocks.  After 
cleaning myself, I told Bethany, "You have done very well, Bethany, but 
I require one more thing of you before I let you go. Please kneel here."

I indicated the pad in front of the stocks that had just held Amy, whose 
eyes danced as she suspected what was about to happen.  I had done the 
same thing to her many times.

Hesitantly, Bethany positioned herself, and without instructions placed 
her neck and wrists in the cutouts of the stocks.  After locking her in 
place, I brushed the hair back from her face and whispered, "Two more 
rapes, Bethany, then you are free."

I raised the center portion of the mat underneath her until it supported 
her torso, then using my remote, I adjusted the height of the stocks and 
the center support to where I wanted them.  Amy, who was familiar with 
this procedure, secured Bethany's ankles to the sides of the raised 
support, up near her shoulders.  This left Bethany's crotch suspended a 
few inches off the end of the bench and vulnerable to any assault.

I bent Amy over a horse so I could use her while we both watched the 
proceedings, then gave Caesar a hand signal.  He knew what was expected 
of him, and his cock was already out of its sheath and dripping pre-cum. 
  Both of the dogs' cocks were easily two inches longer than mine, 
though not as thick.  They more than made up for the lack of girth by 
coming equipped with knots that swelled to softball size inside their 
victims, and Caesar's was already beginning to show.

To minimize the damage from the entry of his knot into Bethany's vagina, 
I gave Caesar the signal to mount before it had a chance to get too big. 
  At first Bethany was confused about why the dog was being so familiar 
with her.  His real purpose didn't dawn on her until he tucked his front 
paws in front of her hips and the sharply pointed tip of his wet, red 
cock started probing for her opening, she turned her head in my 
direction, her eyes widening in comprehension, but, surprisingly, said 
nothing except to emit a small yip of surprise as Caesar found the spot 
and drove in with a single, powerful thrust. Soon, he was practically 
climbing her back in his efforts to get as much of his enraged meat into 
her as he could.  His knot pounded into her cunt lips, gradually gaining 
ground until, with one final thrust it slipped between her petals to the 
accompaniment of her scream.  From the sounds she was making, the 
pointed tip of his saber must have penetrated her cervix at the same 
time.  Bethany forgot all about me and Amy and sank into the depravity 
of her role as Caesar's bitch.  Again she was launched into a series of 
soul searing orgasms as Caesar's giant knot swelled her belly like she 
was pregnant, his short, staccato thrusts now having just one purpose - 
to impregnate this bitch.

Amy was cumming around my cock, remembering her own sessions with the 
dogs, as I stroked slowly in and out of her cunt.  The sight of Caesar's 
knot moving within Bethany's belly reminded Amy of how her own vagina 
had stretched around that marvelous weapon while her cervix milked the 
pointy shaft.

Once he was properly seated, Caesar didn't take long to come, his hot 
fluids inflating Bethany's womb until there was nowhere for it to go but 
to blast through the seal of her cervix and back into her vaginal 
passage.  The sensation of the overheated lava coating her insides sent 
Bethany over the edge again, which triggered another 'sympathy' climax 
in Amy.

Caesar knew better than to try to dismount until his knot deflated, so 
we all rested and waited for the softball sized lump to shrink to a size 
that wouldn't rip Bethany to shreds as he withdrew it.  Bethany said 
nothing, but fixed me with a look that spoke volumes.  She wasn't 
entirely happy about the situation, but was still glowing from her last 
climax, while trying to reconcile the conflicting emotions that roiled 
within her.

When Caesar finally pulled out, a flood of slimy fluids gushed from 
Bethany's much enlarged hole.  I whispered instructions into Amy's ear, 
then dropped down to one knee in front of Bethany.

"One more, Bethany, are you ready?" I studied her face for signs of 
excessive strain, but though she was still afraid, she hesitated only a 
moment before nodding her assent.

I gave Czar his cue and he wasted no time approaching Bethany's 
backside. Her eyes went wide and she started to protest when Amy applied 
K-Y to her asshole, but a finger to my lips stopped her with her mouth 
open.  The expression on her face was priceless as Czar mounted her and 
Amy guided his cock to her rear opening.  I had saved Czar for this 
event because his knot was slow to inflate, which allowed him to stroke 
long and deep until a few seconds before he shot his load.

Again Bethany's eyes rolled back in her head as though controlled by the 
fuck stick stabbing into her colon, and almost immediately, her eyelids 
started to flutter.

I bent Amy over the horse again, and after a few strokes in her vagina 
to moisten my cock, sank into her ass in one long smooth push.  Amy 
enjoyed being fucked in the ass, as she did almost everything I did to 
her, but it wasn't her favorite thing.  I didn't care. This was for my 
pleasure.

I plundered her ass with increasingly faster strokes as I watched Czar 
drive Bethany through one climax after another. Finally, I could see her 
sphincter expanding and contracting as his knot started to grow, sending 
shockwaves up her spine as it sped in and out of her inexperienced ass. 
  One final, hard thrust and the knot was locked in Bethany's rectum, 
stretching its walls to impossible dimensions and forcing Czar to switch 
to short, jackhammer strokes as he drove toward his release.

Bethany was lost in her own world, emitting high pitched squeaks and 
primitive grunts, interspersed with deep throated moans whose pitch 
soared into the ultrasonic as she was catapulted from one peak to the 
next in a violent crescendo of spasming muscles and twitching limbs that 
threatened to tear Czar's engorged cock from its roots.  He drove in as 
deeply as he could one final time, blasting the tiny blonde bitch's 
colon with scalding cum and driving her over the brink of the chasm to 
plunge into blackness, still cumming around his formidable spear.

The spectacle finished me off as well.  I pounded unmercifully into 
Amy's ass, coating her insides with about a gallon of my spew.

By the time my cock had finished throbbing, I needed to piss so badly it 
hurt.  I concentrated a little and released my bladder deep into Amy's 
bowels. It took her a few seconds to realize what I was doing, then the 
total depravity of my using her ass as a toilet overtook her and she 
exploded in her own orgasm.

Panting and groaning, all three of us rested while Czar waited for 
Bethany's ass to release his knot.  Czar seemed the least affected, as 
he rested on top of his diminutive mate, his tongue lolling from the 
side of his mouth while his tail waved happily to and fro.

Bethany was still out when Czar disengaged from her gaping hole, 
allowing torrents of his cum to cascade from her ass and join Caesar's 
on the waterproof mat surrounding her bench.  Amy and I extracted the 
bedraggled form from the stocks and half walked - half carried her to 
the dungeon shower.  She revived only partly as we cleaned the various 
residues of today's encounters from her flesh and body cavities.  We 
took turns supporting her weight as Amy and I cleaned ourselves, then 
dried her as best we could before putting her to bed on a cot I kept in 
the cellar.  I left the pantry entry open as Amy and I emerged into the 
kitchen.

Amy had to work early the next day, so she went home to sleep in her own 
bed, giving me a lingering kiss as she headed out the door.  I ate some 
leftovers then climbed under the covers of my own bed. I was sound 
asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and woke only once during the 
night - when a naked female form slipped under the covers, and, fitting 
the curve of her ass into the V of my crotch while placing my free hand 
on her breasts, fell fast asleep.  As delicious as it felt to feel my 
cock nestled in crack of her ass, I, too, went back to sleep, as if it 
were the most natural thing in the world.

The sun and the dogs scratching to be let out woke us in the morning, 
still spooned together.  Bethany smiled as I kissed her lightly on the 
ear, but didn't say anything.

I completed my morning ablutions and laid Bethany's clothes on the cedar 
chest beside the bed.  Amy had washed them and even the shoes were once 
again spotless.  She dressed while I threw together some bacon and eggs 
and sourdough biscuits.

I left a 'seed' of the sourdough in the enormous wooden bowl full of 
flour, and mixed in some buttermilk and lard to make enough dough for 
tomorrow's batch of biscuits.  I then covered the bowl with a cotton 
flour sack and put it back in it's place of honor on the pantry shelf to 
ferment.

Bethany looked at me skeptically when I dropped one of the heavy 
biscuits on her extended plate, nearly knocking it  from her hand, but 
watched as I sliced one horizontally through the middle and slathered 
the halves with homemade butter and wild honey.  She emulated me, and 
her skepticism turned to surprised delight as she took her first bite.

"I never tasted anything so wonderful!" she gushed.

I merely smiled and finished my own breakfast as Bethany polished off 
her eggs and bacon and three more biscuits.  When she finally leaned 
back from the table, I noted with approval that she had left her bra 
off.  I leaned over and touched one of her spikes through the material 
of her top. She pushed her chest out at my touch.

"Do you want to keep these?" I asked softly.

Without the slightest hesitation, she looked me in the eye and replied 
"Oh, yes. Sir."

I handed her a clear plastic case with a variety of accessories that 
could screw into the spikes, including the barb retractors that would 
allow her to remove the spikes if she chose.  She let me know she 
recognized them by running her finger over that part of the case, but 
only smiled and tucked the case into her bag.

Finally, we were at the door.  She kissed me lightly on the lips, then 
turned to go.  Her shiny red mustang stood waiting in the yard, already 
pointed at the track.

"Bethany!" She turned with eyebrows raised "Who told you about me?"

She looked trapped for an instant, "H-how did you know?"

"Spark plug wires don't come loose on new Mustangs by themselves." I 
smiled "but don't worry, I just like to thank my benefactors.  You'd be 
surprised how many young students I get out here from Pullman."

She smiled back "Molly.  Molly Pierce!"

As she threw her bag into the passenger seat and waved a final goodbye, 
I remembered Molly.  She was my first.  About five six with fiery red 
hair.  Her favorite thing was my fist. It didn't matter which hole.  Her 
second favorite thing was to lay back on my chest with my cock in her 
ass while one of the dogs ravished her cunt.

Molly was due for another visit soon. I'd have to come up with something 
really special for her.  Just then, one of the horses trotted across the 
clearing, parting the dust of the Mustang's departure.

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