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Filmed With Dogs
Chapter 2
Charlotte opened her eyes. She felt numb, fuzzy, still
filled with the cobwebs of sleep. Drugs! She bolted up in bed.
The sudden jerk practically sent her brain spinning. She moaned,
half-asleep.
She sat on the edge of the bed holding her head. An image of
what she had done flashed vividly before her eyes like a silent
motion picture.
"Oh, my God!" she said to herself.
Warily, she glanced around. She was in a beautiful room.
She stood, then realized for the first time that she was naked. A
whimpering gasp escaped her mouth. Her eyes darted around the
room for her clothes. Panic gripped her--she didn't see them!
She ran to the closet, threw it open. Empty. The drawers to the
dresser--the same. Empty. She went to the door and tried the
knob. It didn't turn. Fear twisted its grip on her heart. Her
throat tightened, it was impossible to swallow. She was a
prisoner!
"Jesus ... ooooh ... GOD!" She shook, every nerve in her
body caught up in her fear.
She spun on her bare feet, seeing another door. Relief swept
over her, and she dashed over to it. Halfway there, she was
stopped short by a clicking noise. She froze, her feet cemented
to the floor.
"I see you're awake," Felicia's sultry voice floated out of
nowhere. "I hope you don't have too bad of a hangover."
Charlotte swiveled, looking around, searching for where the
voice was coming from. "Where, where are you?"
"In another room," Felicia purred. "Do you remember this
afternoon? How delicious our first meeting was.
Charlotte gasped, the awful memory of what they had done
flashed through her mind. Each detail of their encounter was
crisp and clear and revolting. The hot torrid voice spoke to her
through the loudspeakers with a jarring recount of her perverted
lust.
"It wasn't me," Charlotte screamed to the walls. "It wasn't
me! I was drugged, drugged! I couldn't help myself!" She began
to cry, sinking to the bed. She sobbed into her hands.
"The drug only allows you to be yourself," Felicia told her
through the speakers. "You were absolutely delicious, too. I
hope you're ready to explore some other facets of your sexual
personality."
She was appalled. Fear flooded Charlotte's face. "What,
what do you mean?" She was trembling, frightened out of her
scull.
"You remember," Felicia taunted. "Your interest in dogs and
how exciting it would be to make love to one."
A wailing sob racked Charlotte's lung. Desperation made her
run to the other door, her small firm tits quivering as she
frantically yanked on the knob. The door was locked, just like
the first one. She rushed to the other door and tried it again.
"Let me get out of here! Let me go!"
"There's so much left for you to enjoy," Felicia continued.
'You're my guest and it's my duty to see that you're made happy."
"My husband, my husband will miss me ... the police ... if I
don't show up at my sisters you'll go to jail--" She was ranting,
looking for the one thing to say that would force them to let her
go. "I'll never say a word if you let me leave now."
The laugh was genuine, with a hint of the macabre laced
through it. "Everything's been taken care of," Felicia said.
"Don't fret. Enjoy your new home for a while and the pleasures
I'll introduce to you."
Charlotte's fists drummed on the door. She was screaming and
crying.
"You'll tire yourself out," Felicia said soothingly. "I
would think you would want to save your strength for Khan."
Charlotte stopped her pounding. Sniffing back her sobs, a
new fear surged inside her. "Khan? I, don't--" The name was
vaguely familiar.
"You remember, Lotty. Khan is my special dog that my brother
gave me a few years ago. I mentioned him to you."
"I, don't know about any dog," Charlotte spat, hoping it were
true.
"You seemed so interested in making love to him, too."
Felicia made clicking sounds of disapproval with her tongue.
"It's a good thing Khan isn't listening," Felicia laughed. "His
feelings might get hurt."
"Ohhh, God," Charlotte moaned. "Dogs." She leaned against
the door, lightheaded, woozy. "I won't do it with dogs! It's--"
"Wonderful," Felicia broke in. "Dogs are wonderful lovers
and can be such good company when you're alone. You told me
yourself your husband would like you to try it."
"No!" Charlotte wailed, remembering that conversation only
too clearly now. "Pleeeease let me go!"
Suddenly, there was another clicking sound. Her eyes darted
to the door across the room.
"Yes," Felicia said, "I promised you a treat and here he is."
As she spoke a square flap in the door opened and a large
black head peeked in. Khan pointed his muzzle, sniffing the new
scent.
Charlotte let out a scream as the giant black Doberman
pinscher came into the room, the flap in the door dropping back
into position with another click. The white shiny fangs glistened
perilously as the dog growled. His coal-black eyes burned into
Charlotte's shrinking body. She cowered, trying to blend in with
the woodwork.
"Take him away! Take him away!" Charlotte cried
hysterically.
Her eyes filled with overwhelming fear and she gulped, frozen
to the spot where she sat. She swallowed her voice as the dog
took a step toward her. Whimpering sighs of helplessness emanated
from her quivering mouth as her body trembled uncontrollably. Her
heart beat in her throat, the thumping sound echoing in her ears.
She shut her eyes, expecting to wake up from this horrible
dream, only to be disappointed when she reopened her eyes. The
monstrous dog was still there, only closer.
Charlotte's eyes flitted about desperately, seeking safety.
There was none, not even a window to leap through. Her face
brightened, noticing the flap in the door where the dog had come
through. Holding her breath, she inched around the room, closer
and closer to the door. She gasped. Freedom was only inches away
and the dog was only watching, not attacking.
She slithered down, her fingers crawling along the wall to
touch the metal flap. She pushed. It didn't budge. She pushed
again, becoming frantic.
"Sorry," Felicia's hot, sexy voice purred. "It locks
automatically. It looks as if you'll just have to let Khan
entertain you for a while." A deep throaty laugh followed. Then
a snapping noise reverberated in the room. It was a signal to
Khan.
The Doberman growled, his lips drawing back, showing his full
set of sharp, dangerous teeth, the sparkling white fangs dripping
saliva. When he saw Charlotte freeze, he came toward her, his
paws padding silently on the thick carpet.
"Noooooooo, noooo, noooo!" Charlotte whimpered like a lost
child, sinking to the floor, her legs unable to function
correctly. "Noooooo!"
She curled up into a ball, sobbing into her hands, her eyes
closed, every nerve in her body twitching as she waiting to be
ripped apart by the demonic-looking beast.
Khan sniffed her thighs, his cold nose brushing lightly
against the trembling skin.
"Aaaayiieeee!" Charlotte squealed, going into hysterics. Her
body cringed more tightly into a ball. "Don't bite me. Don't
bite me."
The dog, used to the screams of frightened women, never
flinched. He continued to sniff out the new smell of the small-
framed woman. The terror exuding from Charlotte's pores was
almost as stimulating as the heavy musky scent of dried pussy
juice. His cold, wet nose flared and his tongue swiped over
Charlotte's thigh flesh. He lathered her curled-up legs with his
warm doggie drool.
Once he was satisfied with the shuddering woman's thighs and
calves, the huge black beast began licking her arms as she held
them pinned to her chest. His tongue slapped out across her
hands, glued to her frightened face. He growled, a low unearthly
sound that brought hard sobs from the cringing Charlotte.
"Take him away ... ooooohhhhhhhh ... pleeeeease!" She was
scared senseless, afraid to look up, afraid that at any second the
dog would bite a chunk out of her. "Go away! Goooo ...
aaawayyy!"
"You shouldn't be so snobbish," Felicia's familiar voice
floated out through the loudspeaker system. "Khan only wants to
be your friend. He loves women, especially pretty women like you,
with nice soft silky bodies."
Felicia was watching the closed-circuit television, her pussy
soaked with her seething cunt-cream. She leered at Charlotte's
naked body shivering on the floor and rubbed her own juice-laden
pussy, moaning to herself as her swirling fingers caressed her
blonde cunt mound. She was always ready, ready for either man,
woman, or beast. Her boiling juices flowed over her active
fingers, her blazing stare fixed on the television. Her sultry
voice flowed through the room that held Charlotte prisoner as she
spoke into the microphone.
Charlotte wanted to lash out at the soft perverted voice that
was filling her head with loathsome thoughts. The dog was licking
her hands and face and becoming increasingly active with his
lapping tongue. She blamed it on the seductive voice, associating
the two.
The dog whimpered, his bluish-red tongue going into
Charlotte's ear. His tongue was long and wet, with warm spit
dribbling from around the edges. Khan nibbled on her tiny
earlobe, then slashed his whip-like tongue across her neck, and
nuzzled his pointed snout between her bent elbows. He sought the
tender flesh of this new woman's tits, the flesh he had grown to
like on Felicia, his mistress.
"Allow him to lick your tits," Felicia moaned to Charlotte,
her voice tight and heavy with passion. "You'll love it. He's so
gentle."
All the hideous memories of what she had done with Felicia
bombarded Charlotte's mind. Khan persisted in his quest to get at
her tits and it made her sick. This seemed like a dream--a
nightmare--a hazy nightmarish dream of terror.
Khan growled, his stubby tail wagging furiously. He barked
and shook his long head, his cold nose snuggling between
Charlotte's forearms and finally touching the flesh of her bare
tits. He continued, barking and nuzzling. His strength forced
her arms apart for a moment or two before he pulled back and
barked his disapproval.
"You better give him his way," Felicia warned. "Khan gets
very angry when he's deprived of what he wants." She paused, her
own fingers imbedded inside her pussy making her quiver. "He'll
bite you, bite your arm if you don't give him your tits."
It was a threat Charlotte believed and her throat
constricted. Her choices were limited-- refuse the beast the
flesh of her tits and be bitten, or give into him and suffer the
depraved act of having a dog lick her.
Slowly, fearfully, she lowered her arms. At least she
wouldn't be maimed, at least she hoped not. Her eyes shifted to
the camera peering down at her, hating the thought of giving the
bitch pleasure--pleasure she knew Felicia was having by treating
her in this inhumane manner. She felt sick just thinking about
the things they had done together. How she had enjoyed the
perverted things she had done to the blonde. Now it sickened her.
"Aaieee!" Charlotte whimpered as the dog's hard tongue
slapping violently on her tits brought her quickly back to the
present. What was happening now was worse, even more sickening!
Her eyes widened. She stared at the black, hairy dog
intently licking the flesh of her soft tits. Her eyes followed
his tongue as it whipped across her tittie mounds. Each contact
of his wet tongue brought a shuddering groan from Charlotte's
throat and a churning of her stomach. Her hand went to her mouth,
and she was afraid she was going to be sick.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Felicia's voice tormented. "It
makes me jealous to see you enjoy all of Khan's favor."
Charlotte looked up at the camera. She was ready to kill the
woman whose voice was tormenting her, whose drug had turned her
into a vile animal like the blonde bitch.
Her hands clenched into fists. She moved towards the camera
and its impersonal eye focused on her naked body.
When she moved, Khan growled, nipping her arm.
Charlotte froze. Being licked was better than being chewed
alive.
The ferocious-looking dog was happy again as he slobbered his
spit between Charlotte's two tittie mounds. They were smaller
than his mistress's and he enjoyed the difference. His nostrils
reveled in the aroma of a new pussy as he licked the naked woman's
tits, his tongue whipping over both fleshy mounds and across her
nipples. They were pointed and rigid with fright. He whined,
growling low, nuzzling his pointed snout in between her firm tits
and tasting the succulent meat.
Charlotte was slumped against the wall in shock, her eyes
seeing but not believing what was happening to her. Her heart was
trying to leap to her throat. Her sour stomach was tight and
tumbled in somersaults. Her mind was trying to comprehend all
that was happening to her.
"Like having your tits licked by a dog?" Felicia asked. Her
body tingled as she watched the cowering Charlotte with a hungry
passion. "His tongue is marvelous." Her eyes closed for a second
and thrilled to the sexual joys that she and her pet shared. She
heaved a shivery sigh and continued to watch the monitor.
Charlotte was horror-stricken. She cringed, utter horror
sweeping over her face as she saw the ugly beast, tired of
sloshing her tits with his vile spit, sniff down lower, catching
the scent of her cunt. Afraid of touching him, yet not about to
let him do those horrible things to her cunt, she pushed a finger
against his snout. "Go away, go away."
The giant Doberman took her timid nudge as a sign of
affection. and licked her hand, whimpering playfully.
Charlotte screwed up her face in disgust and pulled her hand
away. Her body twisted around, trying to protect her pussy from
the shiny black beast with the dangerous coal-black eyes and the
slobbering tongue.
Khan caught the scent of Charlotte's pussy as it drifted up
to him. He inhaled, his cold black nose quivering. He nudged her
with his huge head, trying to get at her pussy, his body slinking
down. He renewed the search for her cunt from another angle but
the woman's legs still hampered him.
Charlotte was afraid the dog would eventually squeeze through
her legs to get at her cunt. She turned, uncurling her legs from
her fetal position and covering her pussy with both hands to
protect herself. All of a sudden, she realized in this position
her tits were completely vulnerable to the peering eye of the
camera and the gaping blonde bitch. Knowing this, Charlotte
turned her head, slowly and furtively inching around to face the
wall, trying to hide her body from the prying eye of the camera
and her cunt from the persistent dog.
Khan, anxious for the taste of sweet pussy-meat, nipped
Charlotte's thigh, his eyes glowing menacingly. He yearned for
that special taste which his mistress had introduced him to and he
had cultivated a taste for.
He nipped Charlotte again with his front teeth, turning her
into a mass of trembling, squeamish nerves.
"Ohhhh, ooaaahh," she cried, believing this time she would be
maimed by the brutish dog's dangerously sharp fangs. She began to
cry again, going into loud racking howls that annoyed Felicia.
"Don't be a stupid little shit, Charlotte," Felicia snapped
into the microphone. "Let the dog have your pussy."
"Noooo," Charlotte wailed. "It's vile, it's--" She was too
scared, too intimidated to speak. The black beast was biting her
legs on his way up to her pussy.
"It's fabulous," Felicia said softly. "Give him a chance."
Her voice was suddenly laced with anger. "I'm getting impatient,
Charlotte."
Charlotte trembled as the dog nipped her tits, catching her
off guard. She turned sharply, falling back, more vulnerable now
as her arms went to brace her fall. She tumbled to her stomach,
still having the presence of mind to protect herself.
Khan pawed her smooth back as she lay frightened and
trembling on her stomach, her legs fused together, her arms
underneath her body. He growled again, snipping his teeth on her
ass and making Charlotte cry louder. He sniffed the crack of her
ass, his tongue darting out and swiping inside the wrinkled, deep
crack.
"Nnnnnn," she whined through clenched teeth. The dog was
feasting on her twin ass cheeks and the crack that separated them.
Khan soaked her ass cheeks as he had soaked her delicious
tits. He bit her ass flesh, nipping it playfully and barking
anxiously for the meat of her sweet-smelling cunt.
Charlotte's head was spinning. No matter which way she
turned some part of her body was open to the dog's tongue. She
found herself losing control of her senses. She was hysterical,
crying, trying to crawl under the bed and find some port of safety
from the vicious animal and the blonde bitch who was watching her
every move.
Khan saw the naked woman trying to scramble under the bed and
his mouth opened. Latching his jaw around her trim ankle, the
black beast growled his warning. His jaw gripped her ankle as if
it were a bone and he shook his head, holding her ankle with his
teeth, but not breaking the skin.
A piercing laugh floated out the loudspeakers. "You better
not try to hide under that bed. He'll rip off your leg."
With that warning, Charlotte stopped. She would surrender to
her maniacal captor and her vicious dog. She lay on the floor,
defeated, ready to let the dog have his way and be done with it.
She closed her eyes, not able to move a muscle. She was a petite
piece of white creamy flesh, readying herself for what she thought
was the slaughter.
Khan growled deep and menacing, his huge head motionless, his
jaw still holding her trim ankle, his black eyes alert and waiting
for Charlotte to try to escape. Getting no resistance, his mouth
opened and he dropped her ankle. There was spittle all over her
flesh and an indentation evident in her smooth skin from the sharp
tips of his teeth.
Leisurely, Khan licked her leg, working up the back of her
calf.
Charlotte buried her face in her arms, shutting everything
from her mind--the dog's slapping wet tongue and Felicia's dirty
and perverted suggestions that came to her over the loudspeaker
system.
Felicia settled back in the comforts of her chair, her hands
delving between the lips of her juicy pussy. She was drooling.
She watched her pet Doberman swipe his tongue over Charlotte's
sweet creamy nude body. Felicia licked her lips, the taste of
Charlotte's pussy still lingered.
Khan soaked the back of Charlotte's thighs, casually nipping
her ass, his tongue working up a frothy lather between the cheeks
of her creamy, firm ass. He nestled his nose between the back of
her thighs, his head shaking, forcing the docile Charlotte's legs
apart. His tongue hit the back of her pussy.
Charlotte wailed, terrified. She began to shake like never
before. She quivered in sheer fright. She crunched her fists up
and prayed.
At last attaining his goal, Khan growled with satisfaction.
He buried his snout between the folds of her hot cunt and snorted,
his tongue delving into the dry pussy-hole. He plunged his
tongue-meat inside, his doggie spit lathering the hole into a wet
foamy soup. He shoved his nose inside the sweet warmth of her
pussy. Charlotte's whimpering cries of anguish were lost on the
horny beast as he tried to shove his tongue to the very depths of
her cunt.
She cried, afraid to move, afraid that if she did the dog
would bite her pussy the way he had her ankle. She suffered the
degradation of the animal's tongue as it snaked into her cunt and
up through the crack of her ass, praying it would end soon.
Khan enjoyed the scent of her cunt as he worked it feverishly
with his tongue and spit. He dropped to his haunches between the
frightened woman's legs, devoting his tongue to her pussy. He
licked, slurped, and reamed out her delicious cunt. His spit
turned her once dry cunt into a white slimy mess. He squirmed on
the floor,, his black body, sleek and glistening, beginning to get
aroused, his mammoth prick beginning to peek out from the thick-
skinned sheath that housed it. He whimpered excitedly, his black
snout white with his foamy spit.
Growling with intense excitement from Charlotte's succulent
pussy-meat, he forced his nose deep into her pussy. The harsh,
rough action jerked her body and caused friction on her clit. The
scent of her savory cunt was growing stronger the more he licked
and nudged his nose inside. It acted as an incentive for the
horny dog. He became more determined, stretching her pussy with
his pointed muzzle, his teeth nipping her swollen cuntlips gently.
Charlotte was still crying, inwardly fighting the warm
feelings that were beginning to wash over her. The dog's tongue
was bringing out the animal in her that had always been lurking
below the surface. She battled her surging lust, holding her own
against the dog's persistent tongue.
Despite herself, she felt herself slipping. She forced her
mind to think of other things as the dog's lapping tongue drew her
like a magnet to the murky depths of depravity. She concentrated
on her husband, George. Then she erased the thought. He would
probably enjoy this. For the five years they had been married he
had wheedled and hinted that he wanted her to do it with a dog.
His familiar voice raged inside her brain. Now that it was
happening he wasn't even aware of it. It was ironic.
The dog nipped her cuntflesh, presenting her with the real
danger of being chewed alive. He barked, seemingly frustrated.
A grim angry mask dropped over Felicia's face. Charlotte had
plenty of will power. Felicia's hand was between her legs and she
pinched her own clit, feeling a small tantalizing orgasm wash over
her.
Still seated in her chair, Felicia knocked on a door, feeling
the wonderful tremors of her lingering orgasm. "Craig. If you're
done with your dinner, come on out. I'm going down to the room
and fix our sweet little guest." There was an acknowledging grunt
from the other side of the closing door.
Wearing only black crotchless panties and a black lace bra,
Felicia hurried down the hall. She took a key from atop the door
and fitted it into the lock. It clicked and she opened the door,
staring at the scene before her. It made her blood boil
tantalizingly.
"KHAN!"
The dog instantly looked up from the delectable pussy he was
feasting on. His stubby tail wagged.
Felicia snapped her fingers and Khan leaped to her side. He
sat down, glancing up at his mistress for approval as she stroked
the top of his head.
"It looks as if you're going to need something to relax you,"
Felicia said to Charlotte, with a wicked smile. "No need for
subtleties now."
She brought a hypodermic needle out of the leather pouch and
stepped towards Charlotte. "A simple prick of the needle and
you'll lose all this silly prejudice about making love to my
handsome dog."
Terror swept over Charlotte. "OHHH ... NOOOOOOO!"
"Yes, my sweet," Felicia said, kneeling over the prostrated
Charlotte. "When you come to your senses, you won't need this."
She jabbed the needle into Charlotte's arm and smiled. Charlotte
flinched and bit her lip.
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