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Bus Monitor 6

    The stone facade of the large gothic  looking house, foreboding in the 
dimness of the near sunset. Almost the picture  of a house in a horror 
movie. Vines trailing up the sides of the huge mansion.  The stone work 
unbelievable to include gargoyles perched on the roof. Looking  down with vacant eyes 
on the approaching hummer. Smiling to myself as I think of  the contrast 
between this old house and the modern yellow hummer. Both owned by  the same 
man. A rainbow of river in the lower distance of the rolling fields  that 
move to the tree line that hides the railroad tracks and the rivers  edge.
    Sitting quietly listening to the  other ladies discussing what type of 
a party this might be and hoping they are  dressed properly for it. 
Appraising each one and not seeing them dressed any  different tonight then any 
other night that they are brought to this mansion.  Whores. That is what they 
look like with few exceptions. Sorry, escorts is a  better term. Only Brianna 
in his gothlike attire standing out from the rest of  them. And yes, I don't 
make an exception of myself. The only difference is that  I am older then 
the other girls/women and that I am a little more matronly in my  look, still 
I would be melted with glares from other women my age if I attended  a tea 
social in this clothing.
    Well should I tell what has  transpired since being the lottery prize 
at the grange hall? Much actually has  changed. The boys do not bother me 
like they have in the past. It seems that  Marcus has taken an interest in me 
and told the boys to leave me alone. I don't  miss Todd and George and yes 
Jamal and their rough superior sex. Well maybe I do  miss that girth of 
Jamal's fat black cock. The other boys, lets say I miss  teaching them as they 
"blackmail" me into having sex with them. And I do miss  going to bed with a 
warm body next to me, and finding it close in the night to  cuddle next to and 
looking at the young adonis like body in the morning  sun.
    Having my freedom back in a way and  the threat of these boys gone. 
Well it was worth my change to the new person and  job that I do. Escort! Go 
ahead, you can call me whore or prostitute or slut;  but you have to call an 
escort service to get my services. Yes, I work for  Marcus now. I took a 
leave of absence from my bus monitor job. I will fill in  now and then and I 
substitute teach; but being exposed to those rapist/ruffians  is over. They 
want me, they need to contact Marcus, and that includes Jamal.  They all have 
to pay.
Marcus has quite a stable, I think I mentioned that in a past  chapter. And 
in spite of his total control over us, he is fair in what we make.  We 
actually take home half of what he is paid. The down side is that we have no  
choice in what or who we do. He totally controls the where, when, who and how  
much. Freebies are often in his dictionary of acceptable terms. I don't 
know how  many men have had my body in the past few months. He has used me as a 
party girl  for Social Clubs. Whoever wants me and when, I take care of and 
they sign off on  a chit as to what they received, then he bills the club. 
Often we circulate at a  party here at this mansion and no chits or bills, 
we just please the guests and  usually no money is received. When Marcus is 
around, no money changes hands. A  girl would not dare accept a tip, for she 
would be beaten badly.
    A select group tonight it seems. Most  likely one of Marcus's exotic 
shows. They are quite unusual. Already a limo van  is discharging some of the 
special participants. So looking at Brianna and  raising my eyebrows, 
knowing that I will be circulating in the crowd. In the dim  light of the basement 
theater, even I don't look so bad. And normally the men  aren't even 
looking at me, they are fixed on the performance on the small stage  or the large 
screen.
Looking around at the girls around me as we stand at the side  door. And 
seeing dwarf couple, and a few more of the exotic performers waiting  to be 
let into the powder/dressing rooms downstairs. Smiling as I hear the rat  tat 
of heels against the metal steps. The girls separated as they reach the  
bottom step. Finding myself pulled to the side and directed to the dressing 
room  for the performers. Looking askance at Brianna and seeing a look of 
confusion  and guilt on her face. Her eyes not meeting mine. Brianna, I did tell 
you about  her in a previous chapter. The Goth girl, young and I thought a 
companion to my  friendly rapists; but she is actually one of Marcus' working 
girls, his favorite  at the moment. And she is also sometimes shares my 
bed. There is a lesbian in  all of us, just need the right girl to bring it 
forth. Brianna is that girl.  Most don't know if; but I am bisexual. In a 
closed community like this, I have  not shared my desire for women. Well that is 
another chapter  maybe.
    Looking at Brianna as I enter the  room. Brianna stepping in behind me, 
and taking my arm and leading me to a  stall. Clothing hung neatly. A 
scarlett off the shoulder dress full skirt and a  bodice and skirt hem trimmed in 
black lace. Sitting on the dressing table the  accessories. A white tie 
thong, and black thigh highs. A pair of black stiletto  high heels with ankle 
straps. A black spanish comb for the hair. Large red  hooped earrings and a 
black ribbon choker. Turning to Brianna, my mouth  partially open, feeling 
her lips pressing mine for a moment. Then her finger  shushing me. Looking 
down at her and feeling her hand brushing my cheek. "It  will be okay Patrice." 
Just Marcus wants to show you off as a spanish lady." My  laugh almost a 
snort as I look again at the props. "I suppose I am to fuck some  matador" 
Brianna nodding her head, "you will be fucking a  spaniard."
    You have such nice dark skin, almost  like the complexion of a 
spaniard. You will look lovely Patrice, I will help you  dress." Undoing my tight 
skirt and stepping out of it and the low cut top and my  thong. Standing naked 
before her. as she lifts up the small thong. And ties one  side and then 
the other around my hips. Re-tightening the ties one more time.  The small 
patch of black material, so thin and hiding nothing. "At least I get  to wear a 
pretty bright dress." Smiling as I hold the dress in front of me,  looking 
into the mirror. "My complexion does set the dress off nicely or is it  the 
other way around. Sitting down and working the hose up my legs. Feeling like 
 a whore as I sit with just stockings and a thong on, then laughing to 
myself.  That is exactly what I am. Seeing Brianna looking at me almost shyly. 
Her lips  touching my left nipple in a quick kiss. Shivering as I feel her 
lips. Then  standing and pulling the dress over my body. Brianna buttoning it 
up from  behind. My upper arms barely covered by the off the shoulder 
sleeves. Feeling  the bodice and skirt tight on my body as the skirt slides over 
my hips. Looking  at the small mounds in the bodice; but the way it forms to 
my body, almost like  a second skin. My belly tight and not bulging the 
clear lines. My ass cheeks  well defined as the skirt is formed to just below 
them, then flaring quickly to  the ruffled hem. Brianna strapping the high 
heels onto my feet and ankles.  Almost excited as I stand and look into the 
mirror. The dress so fabulous on my  body. I actually don't look half bad. 
Bending so that Brianna can put the black  lace Spanish comb in my hair. The 
hoop earrings hanging from my pierced ears.  And the black strip of ribbon on 
my neck in a small bow. And the final touch a  black masquerade mask to hide 
some of my features.
    The contrast of black accessories and  the red dress so amazing. I 
could almost believe I was a Spanish flamingo  dancer. Other then the fact that 
I didn't have a clue on how to dance it. I  reached to the hem of my skirt 
and swirled it around my body, exposing long  expanses of legs. Not graceful 
or precise; but it will do I think. They are  looking at the legs, not for 
me to dance. Wondering who my partner was and if he  would look so sexually 
latino. Spanish men are hot. Not Mexican mind you. They  are short to begin 
with and would be much shorter with me in heels. Wondering  how tall my 
partner would be, on no, not some short Mexican, please no. Thinking  that I am 
well over six foot tall with these heels on. Feeling self conscious as  I did 
at a school dance when I was younger. A white shawl draped on my shoulders  
and forming a vee to the small mounds of my breasts. The nipples quite 
visible  beneath the tight fabric. Barely jiggling as I move. Not sure if that 
is a good  or bad thing.
    Turning to Brianna as she applies  some eyes shadow and lashes and then 
lipstick. "There you are complete and so  sensual." Looking into the mirror 
again, I see that the transformation is  unbelievable. My complexion and my 
facial features giving me the look of a  Spanish lady. Well maybe a lady 
wouldn't wear the dress; but I do look Spanish.  Sensual, sexy, Spanish, and 
so very erotic. And in the lighting, hopefully like  a bonito senorita and 
not a Senora.
    Brianna talking to me about nonsense  as she tries to calm my 
frantically beating heart. I circulate well; but not a  stage girl. Wishing I had 
talked with Marcus and what he expected out there.  Brianna not explaining any 
of this as Marcus wanted a completely spontaneous  skit. Not sure that 
fucking onstage should be called a skit. "Get yourself ready  Patrice." The words 
having meaning, as I pull my dress up and use my fingers to  massage my 
pubes. Working the nerve endings to respond, the juices to start  flowing. 
Marcus wants the girls to look and act ready and willing for his  customers. 
Eyes partially closing as I catch my breath, feeling Brianna's  fingers next to 
mine. Moaning softly as I had heard the other performers before  they took 
the stage. Brianna looking up and smiling at me, "we have a wet spot  girl." 
Smiling back at her as slide my dress back down over my legs. Fingers now  
pulling the low bodice down and tweaking the already hard nipples. Feeling 
them  growing more, aching as my fingers expertly roll them in my finger 
pads.  Breathing deeply with arousal and stage fright as I stand up on the 
heels.  Thinking maybe I should have practice a bit more. Finishing my second 
bottle of  water as I wait nervously.
    Most of the room empty now as this  Spanish thing was to be the last 
act of the show. The dwarves most likely  already circulation in the audience. 
Amazing how men and women get turned on by  a dwarf. The women I think is 
because the cock looks so out of proportion to the  body. And the male dwarf 
here is abnormally large with his cock. The act on  stage now, a contrast as 
it is a tall, very large woman and a short very skinny  man. He will beat 
her and fuck her till she begs. Shaking my head, thinking that  other then 
clothing this will be almost  normal. 
My heels as it turns out have taps on  the bottom and a pair of castinets 
handed to me as I move to the back of the  stage. Growling softly at Brianna 
as I nudge her, seeing a very handsome man  dressed as a Spanish Don. I 
think that is what you call them. Thinking of Zorro  and those wealthy Spanish 
landowners. Looking down at my almost flat bust,  wishing I had a bit more to 
bulge my bodice. Knowing that I best not stuff it,  that would be the time, 
someone wanted to touch it and remember that  embarrassment from when I was 
a teenage girl.
    Watching  Marcus from behind the stage as he primps himself as he walks 
from behind the  curtain. "Ladies and Gentlemen and those who snuck in 
tonight," a round of  laughter, "the last performance of the evening will have a 
bit of Spanish to the  atmosphere." A legendary Spanish hero, Don Rodrigo 
Diaz de Vivar will have his  way with a sensual flamingo dancer. I do hope 
you will enjoy this show, I spend  much money for the clothing." Bowing with a 
huge smile wreathing his face. and  walking to the side wing.
    A flamingo rhythm piping from the cd  player filling the small theater. 
"Go and dance your ass off Ms Rust." A slap to  my ass as the curtain opens 
and lights come on. A colorful, faking it Spanish  band to one side and a 
number of (actual) Mexican standing to the side in  costume. Awkwardly 
clicking my heels and swirling my skirt back and forth as I  turn to the 
accompanyment of the music. The spotlight following my movements.  The grandly 
dressed Spaniard coming out from the other side to meet me. His  hands going my 
waist as his lips press my gently, then a firmer grip as he  presses his lips 
hard to mine, almost bruising them. Feeling his hard body  against the thin 
fabric of my gown. A quite noticeable bulge in the front of his  tight 
trousers.
    Then his lips releasing mine and  stepping back his hand slapping my 
cheek hard. My head moving to the side with  the loud blow. A look of total 
surprise on my face as my hand flies to my face.  The heat in my cheek, 
quickly followed by a pain. His hand grabbing my wrist and  pulling it behind me. 
"You my dear Dona Jimena are nothing but a puta and  traitor. This will be 
your wedding night, but not the way you expected. Holding  my hand tight in 
his grip, he gestures to some men dressed as Spanish soldiers  and they wheel 
out a series of instruments. You will be tortured till you  confess your 
co-conspirators. A ball gag, thrust into my mouth and tied behind  my head. My 
body bend over a low sawhorse on a low rollers. Leather straps  attached to 
each leg. My eyes going wide, as I realize that I have no clue as to  what 
is happening. Two of the soldiers dragging me to the sawhorse and then  
bending me over it at the waist. My wrists pulled apart and strapped to a leg.  
Then coming around to the front and pulling my ankles wide, strapping them 
each  to a leg. Not able to vocalize my fear as I am bend over, helpless. 
Feeling the  full skirt of my dress lifted up and draped on my back, exposing 
the long lines  of my legs and the globes of my bare ass cheeks.
    My body jerking as I feel the first  slap of the crop against my ass 
cheek, then another. The blows not heavy; but so  unexpected. My ass quickly 
turning into a series of red lines as the strokes  criss cross the round 
cheeks. Feeling a wetness in my eyes that is more  humiliation then pain at the 
moment. Then the blows working down my thighs and  calves. My legs already 
straining as I try to evade them. Cringing as the blood  flows to my head, 
not able to fully comprehend what is happening. Again and  again the slender 
rod strikes the almost olive complexioned skin. In spite of  the pain, I can 
feel my labia swelling under the small thin patch of my thong.  My nipples 
aching as my breasts sway half unclothed. My juices flowing, wetting  the 
material, the thin thong not able to contain my puffy lips. Not hearing any  
reaction from the audience, as the front of my skirt still hides them from my  
upside down head. Feeling drool running down my cheeks and nose, dripping 
in a  small puddle below my face. The ball gag, letting me breath with 
effort, but not  make more than soft whimpers. Tongue trapped on the bottom of my  
mouth.
    Not to prolong; but to titillate the  audience, my position is shifted. 
Now being hung on a St Andrews Cross after  being stripped of my clothing, 
but for my thong. My small breasts obvious as my  nipples are pointed 
straight at the onlookers. My tummy tight and just a gentle  swell to my mound. 
Arms stretched up and to the sides as are my legs. The thong  taut against my 
open labia. Outlining the fat lips, the wet slitk that is  marking the 
center of my thong. So clearly spotlighted as the man now works the  crop over my 
inner thighs and stomach. The soft whistle of the pliable leather,  
striking another soft and now bruising spot on my body. Tears coursing down my  
face, making the eye shadow run on my cheeks. The mask still hiding my face  
mostly. My chest heaving with the exertion of the slaps. Not hard but  steady.
    Then arching on my high heels as I  feel the first bite of the crop on 
my breasts. The tip teasing and caressing  cruelly the sensitive tips. My 
hips bucking forward as I feel the pain and  pleasure merging into raw 
sensation. Able to watch the men, mostly black but  also whites and others. Their 
faces glistening with sweat of lust. Not for my  body, but for the sensations 
that the pain and pleasure is bringing them. Girls  circulating and easing 
the erotic suffering of some as they watch. A head of  hair buried in their 
lap as their greedy eyes stare up at me.
    Brianna stepping to the cross and  undoing my thong, it now totally 
dark with my juices. I can smell the heady  scent of my arousal as I cringe to 
the wooden cross. Wadding it up in a ball and  stepping to the edge of the 
stage, turning her back and throwing the sopping  thong into the audience.
My hair now a wet mop as the beads of sweat are standing from  my body. 
Tongue thick under the ball gag. Drool sliding from the sides of my  lips. My 
body a mixed coat of fluids. The man stepping up to me close, his sweat  
strong in my nose as I feel his hand squeezing my engorged labia. Hearing the  
wet juicy sound of my soft flesh as his fingers kneads the pulp of my spongy  
labia. My hips jerking to his hand involuntarily. Then my inquisitor 
stepping to  the side and using his crop to probe my slippery pussy. My head 
moving back and  forth as the crop tip probes into my pussy passage and then as 
it rubs over the  swollen pearl. The nerve endings raw now as I feel the crop 
being swung straight  up between my legs. The slender shaft mashing my 
needy flesh. My body jerking  helplessly, giving a small spasm. The intake and 
exhale of the audience showing  how they appreciate this man's talent. Taking 
a small cum from my helpless  body.
    Hanging as an object in what seems to  be a sex club. Red lines from 
the crop overlapping the tanned flesh. Bright red  raised welts showing the 
merciless strokes, uncountable now that has turned my  body into a quivering 
mass of nerve endings. My body flinching to the laughter  from the crowd as 
the man feints another stroke, my eyes sending the messages to  my mind. 
Looking at my Brianna seeing moisture in her eyes as she watches then  turns 
away and then looks again. The muscles of my legs flexing and cramping as  I 
hang waiting as the Spaniard, the inquisitor rests his arms and swallows a  
glass of red wine. Playing to the audience as he wipes the sweat from his brow 
 and reaches to adjust his swollen member in his pants.
    The crowd a bit restless, wanting  something a bit more arousing then 
the beating.  At a signal, one of the  sodiers, carrying out a phallic of 
wood and handing it to Don Rodrigo.   Feeling the thick headed wooden cock 
sliding into my slick opening.  No  resistance as it probes deeper, the long 
shaft now almost totally buried in  my grasping tunnel.  My walls closing on 
the thick wooden member, eyes  fluttering as the obscenely long shaft caresses 
the opening to my cervix.   Moaning in pain as it presses the entrance.  
Wiggling on my St Andrews  Cross, not able to escape the impaling object.
    Then the wrist moving to slide the  ersatz cock from my pussy till just 
the thick mushroomed head is still wedged in  the opening.  Working it 
slowly deep again and out and deep again.   His hand twisting the head to change 
the feel as I my body now begins to  move to his strokes, pushing weakly to 
meet the embedded phallic.  My walls  squeezing the juice coated wood.  
Feeling a climax building in my  body.  My nerve endings keyed to release as he 
steps back, the wooden cock  still protruding from my pussy.  The crop 
magically appearing in his hand  and striking directly on my raw pulsing clit.  
Two, three four quick  strokes, and my body releases in a strong spasm, my 
legs tensing and squeezing  the cock tighter.  My nipples aching on my 
heaving chest.  A mottle of  red covering my chest and nostrils pinching tight as 
I ride a long hard  cum.  The pain on my pearl triggering the eruption 
inside  me. 
    Feeling my juices running down my  legs and the thick cock eventually 
slipping free into the waiting hand of my  tormentor.  My body still 
contorting in smaller spasms and finally just a  trembling of my body as my legs 
spasm.  The Spaniard putting the palm of  his hand against my belly and 
pressing on it as his other hand massaging my  throbbing clit.  Taking a cloth from 
a pocket and mopping my leaking pussy  juices, till the cloth is a damp 
soggy rag.  Turning and throwing it to  Brianna, who then walks to the front of 
the stage and makes to throw it into the  crowd like she did my thong.  
Then walking to side stage with the cum  stained cloth.
    Loud in a theatrical voice the  Spaniard announces, "it is now time for 
you Dona Jimena to be fucked by a  national hero of Spain.  Two gaudily 
dressed soldiers undoing the  leather straps on my wrists and ankles and pull 
me to front and center  stage.  Holding me upright displayed for all to see.  
Some of the  other cast members, bringing out a short sawhorse on a board 
with ankles and  wrists restraints.  Feeling myself bent over and positioned 
on all fours,  legs spread wide.  My breasts swaying under my body as they 
pull my arms  tighter.  Waist strapped to the sawhorse. and the mouth gag 
finally taken  from my mouth.  My tongue and lips working to wet my mouth and 
gasping  thankfully as a dipper of water and then another is offered to  me. 
    My body aching in all of the spots  where the crop stung and struck my 
soft flesh.  A dull ache covering my  body as I kneel positioned for 
fucking.  then turning my head a little and  feeling the nipple clamps and weights 
attached to my swollen nipples.  The  pain quick bites in the sensitive 
flesh.  The small breasts inverted cones,  elongating with the metal weight 
pulling them down.  My stomach cramping as  the water joins the earlier bottles 
and feel the cross piece of the sawhorse  pushing against my bladder as I 
lay strapped to it.
    The Spaniard preening as he pace  backs and forth on the stage, his 
hand stroking his engorged organ.   Letting them see the large fat mushroom 
head and the thick girth.  Then  stepping behind and kneeling, his cock 
pressing against the fat pussy  lips.  And feeling the fat cock pushing into my 
tunnel.  The head  spreading the opening.  The walls being pushed apart as the 
long thick cock  slides easily into my sodden cunt.  Just a brief moan as I 
feel the cock  deep in my body.  My walls collaspsing on it, trying to milk 
it  immediately, at this point wanting this all to end.  The long thick cock 
 taking slow measured strokes as the crowd urges him on to fuck faster,  
harder.  His hand slapping hard on my ass cheeks.  Almost sounding  like gun 
shots in the almost silent room.  His fingers toying with my clit  and 
causing the weights to sway on my nipples.  My body now a mixed  combination of 
sensations.  Pain and pleasure alternating sending messages  to my brain and 
core. 
    "Wait this is not the Spanish hero I  spoke of fucking this woman.  
This man is an imposter."  Take him away  guards.  Marcus enjoying his role of 
EmmCee.  A huge smile on his face  as the man is dragged away, his huge cock 
waving proudly and coated with my  juices as he is lead away.
    "Don Rodrigo is the hero of course,  but he is known by a much more 
recognized name.  He is known as El  Cid.  The audience showing mixed reactions 
as a great white dog is lead  onto the stage.  A Spanish Mastiff, one of 
Marcus' pets.  The massive  head and the powerful chest below.  The dog 
standing almost well over three  foot high at the shoulders. 
    My head straining to turn as I hear  the shouts from the crowd.  The 
name finally sinking into my numb  brain.  My body tensing at my restraints, 
as I realize the import of his  words.  "No.  No. Noooooooooo. My voice 
feeding the anticipation of  the audience.  Now all understand the final 
performance.  My body  twisting and pulling hard at the bindings, but finding now 
give, as El Cid is  paraded before the crowd.  Brianna leading him or 
attempting to control a  dog that weights easily in assess of two hundred pounds.  
Twice her  weight.  Cringing as I see her stop and place the slimey cloth in 
front of  his nose.  The growl from deep in his throat, totally feral.  My 
scent  now must be gone from the cloth as thick strings of saliva drip from  
it.
    Beneath the dog, his red cock is  standing out from his body.  Long and 
pointy and bright red.  I all  two well know the basic look of a dog cock.  
My dildo a close match in  shape and color; but somewhat lacking in size.  
Marcus saw the dildo, he  remarked on it and this is a seed that has been 
germinating in his mind.  A  grandiose finale for his special show.
    Brianna bringing the huge  dog closer and then guiding him, or helping 
to guide him between my spread  thighs.  The cool snout making me jerk as I 
feel the wet nose sniffing  betwee my legs, touching my sticky labia.  Then 
the long swipe of the  tongue making me jump again on the sawhorse as it 
licks my juices from my thighs  and cunt lips.  Each swipe pushing against the 
aroused flesh.  Deeper  the long flexible tongue presses till it is licking 
the inside walls of my  tunnel.  My head moving side to side as I try not to 
register that I am  being tongue fucked by a dog.  Moaning loudly, not able 
to stem the sounds  issuing from my throat as my body twists in my 
bindings.  There is no  excape from the insinuating tongue.  My body already 
quivering with  sensation.  The huge head butting my ass cheeks as the tongue licks 
my  pussy and then along my ass crack.  The shouts louder as my body pulls 
at  the restraints.  Not able to free myself, knowing that worse is to  
come.  Feeling drool and my own juices coating my nether parts as I feel  the 
dog raise up.  His front paws digging into the small of my back and ass  
cheeks.  Gouging them with the long claws.  His body shuffling forward  on his 
hind legs, moving closer, feeling the warm cock against my thigh and then  
feeling the hard bone of his cock as he jabs against and against against my  
thighs and labia.  Front paws now on either side of my back, holding my  body 
as I feel the full weight  pressing my stomach into the cross piece of  the 
saw horse. 
    My fear and the pressure too much for  my full bladder.  My piss 
hissing down my thighs and puddling between my  legs.  Finally Brianna kneeling 
down and holding the cock to position it at  the entrance to my tunnel.  The 
tip quickly followed by the long thick  shaft.  My body still dripping piss 
as my walls clamp on the dog  cock.  Legs quivering like jelly as I feel the 
monster filling my insides  with the taboo cock.  Walls clenching again as I 
feel the dogs hind  quarters now pistoning the thick cock into my cunt.  
Taking it in quick  hard strokes.  No finesse, just the pounding of the cock 
against my walls  and occasionally my cervix.  Warm spurts of dog cum 
increasing as he swells  more inside of me. Tears of pain and humiliation coursing 
dowm my cheeks as I  lay over the sawhorse.  The weight crushing as you add 
the bodily motion.  My head pressed into the floor as I feel the huge head 
above me, great globs of  drool coating my shoulders and neck and hair. 
    Then feeling the first spasm as my  cunt grasps at his doggie cock.  My 
juices flowing freely as I writhe  against my bonds.  Feeling the hind legs 
shift behind me, brushing the  inside of my thighs, then feeling the heavy 
flanks, shoving hard.  Groaning  in surprise as I feel the dog knot pressing 
at the entrance to my cunt.   Eyes wide and crying out in shock.  The wide 
knot, stretching my flesh,  lodging against my tender tissue.  The swelling 
increasing just inside my  entrance.  Speaking gibberish as I feel the knot, 
so uncomfortable at my  opening.  The dog now stopping as his cock throbs 
inside my vagina.   The warm spurts of dog cum continuing feeling so hot in 
my cunt and coating the  opening to my womb.  Dog paws wrapping tighter, 
leaving red marks on my  stomach as they dig painfully into my soft skin layers. 
 His low growl  alonside my ear as he rocks on his hind legs.  My cunt now 
firmly  plugged.  The large screen at the back of the stage showing a video 
of the  dogs efforts in real time.  A series of cameras recording and 
closeup the  mating.
    Feeling my head pulled up by my hair  and looking into the eyes of the 
Spaniard, his huge organ angry and  swollen.  Pushing it into mouth, lips 
stretched by as he skull fucks my  head  eyes watering more as I gag on the 
thick meat.  Eyes bulging as  he pinches my nostrils shut.  Fighting for air 
and almost passing out; but  not receiving that reprieve from choking.  My 
body heaving in my  restrains.  The dog's knot tight, his growls distant 
sounds as my body goes  limp for a moment and then a wet gasp as my nostrils are 
released.  My head  bouncing  to the rhythm of the thick cock and finally 
choke as the first  jet of man cum fills my body.  My throat raw and my gag 
reflect sputtering  as the thick globs coat my mouth and slide down my throat. 
 The man milking  his cock on my lips and face and finally touching the 
semi hard member back into  his tight pants.  A dark stain wetting his front.
    The crowd watching for a long minute  as the dog remains locked in his 
bitch's cunt.  Then a few turning to the  girls they are with and seeing to 
their own needs.  What seemed like hours  was just minutes, maybe 10 or 15, 
as Brianna told me and the knot shrunk and the  dog slide the long red cock 
out of my pussy.  His tongue licking at the  spilling doggie cum.  The 
thinner mixture sliding from my ravaged pussy  forming a puddle of spunk between 
my legs. 
    My legs trembling as I feel the  strain of this night on all my body.  
Hanging limply on the cross member of  the sawhorse as Brianna comes around  
and undoes the nipples clamps,  feeling my breasts spring back to my chest 
and then my body writhing as the  blood flows back.  Screaming with the 
sensation, Brianna massaging the  bruised flesh, then sits holding my head to 
her shoulder.  My body now  feeling the pain of the crop and the thrusting dog 
cock.  Lips sore and  chapped from the gag and skull fuck.  Finally Marcus 
returns to center  stage and asks if they enjoyed the show.  A rousing 
applause for  Marcus.  My disjointed thoughts not mirroring theirs.  "If anyone  
would like to use this bitch, she is free to all."
    The dog cum and gapping pussy  entrance I guess discouraging all from 
availing themselves of my free  pussy.  Or should I say bitches cunt.  
Finally as the small theater  clears and the lights dim, Brianna is allowed to 
undo the leather straps on my  wrists and ankles.    Only with her help am I 
able to slide off  of the sawhorse.  The stink of my fluids strong in my nose, 
as I smell my  sweat and piss and cum and that of the huge monster dog. 
     Wrapping a robe around my body,  Brianna leading me back to the 
dressing room.  In the glare of the lights  there.  My body a series of welts and 
scratches front and back from the  crop and the dog nails.  A thick bruise 
across my stomach where I was  suspended on the cross bar of the sawhorse.  
My cheek bruising and  swollen from the slaps to my face.  Gingerly sitting 
on a chair and seeing  the dried fluids coating my nasty body.  Looking down 
and seeing my inner  labia sticky and looking like raw meat as they hang 
slackly between my  legs.  Not able to move without something paining my  body. 
    Finally being let to a shower and  standing in it for long minutes, not 
moving as Brianna soaps my body.   Cleaning me of the scum of this night's 
performance.  Still speechless, not  able to articulate the pain, the 
humiliation, the emotional stress of the  past hours.  Not able to think yet as I 
drink a glass of scotch and then  another.  Marcus coming into the room and 
pulling me upright.  His paw  of a hand squeezing my chin and looking into 
my eyes, holding my gaze.   "You did good tonight Ms Rust," his sarcasm 
exposing his bad temper.  "You  will do better in the future my dear."  His other 
hands reaching down and  squeezing my cunt, mashing the sore tissue in his 
strong fingers.  Not able  to scream as he holds me there by my chin and 
cunt.  Then releasing.   "You will not embarrass me and pee during a 
performance, do you  understand.  I will make you lick up every drop, I would now, but 
the  cleanup crew has taken care of it."  Falling limply back to the chair, 
 staring up at him in pure terror and pain.  Put her to bed Brianna, no one 
 wants her worthless cunt tonight."  Stomping from the room to entertain 
his  guests.
    
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