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CHAPTER NINE
   Linda awoke slowly, her wits gathering as she lay on the floor.  The
side of her head was wet with cum from the folded towel that had been under
her ass during Rambo's assault.  The pungent smell of sex wrapped around
her like a blanket and her eyes refused to focus.  Slowly she stretched her
legs, cramped as they were from her fetal position.  Linda rolled to her
stomach, raised to her hands and knees, then stood.  A trickle of cum
leaked from her pussy and slid down her thigh, a testament to her fantasy
realized, and was ignored by her as she slowly walked to the master
bathroom.  She turned on the water in the shower, not caring if the drain
overflowed or not and after warming the water to her specifications, washed
herself thoroughly.  Linda inspected herself from head to toe for damage
and found just a few scratches on her side from where Rambo had taken her
in the breeding position and a sore left breast from where Rambo had
crushed her chest.  Her pussy was a different story.  She was sore and as
she pissed in the shower, there was some stinging from her outer pussy
lips. She felt her opening.  Three fingers went in easily and when she put
in her forth and spread her opening, a rush of cum ran out and was washed
away.  She was not nearly as stretched as she thought she would be.  As
Rambo had hammered into her in the breeding position, she had felt that
massive knot slipping in and out with relative ease.  She was sure she
would be able to double fist herself afterward but found herself only
slightly bigger than 4 fingers tight.  Hell, if Frank were here she could
probably lead him to believe her stretched condition was due to intense
horniness!
   Frank, the image she conjured up of him was far from complementary.  She
really hated him.  He represented all that was wrong with her life.  At
least the bastard didn't call her cell from jail every hour like she
thought he would.  She had almost left the cell off because she really
didn't want to talk to him.  She had left it on because she thought Matt
might call.  Matt, oh God, what time is it!  She hurriedly finished her
shower noting the water was running freely down the drain.  The liquid
drain opener Matt had poured down there must have been good stuff.  Too bad
her lazy, drunken husband had no gumption.  He could have done the same as
Matt but his truck refuses to pass an open bar.
   Linda wrapped a towel around her and went back into the bedroom.  She
stared in google-eyed wonder at the clock.  It was two-thirty in the
morning!  But what day was it?  Surely she hadn't slept for thirty hours!
She went into the living room and turned on the weather channel.  Relieved,
she realized she had only been out three or four hours.  Strange how
refreshed and alive she felt after only a few hours sleep!  Rambo's cum
must contain some magical substance, she laughed at the thought.
   Her laughter caused a stirring in the bedroom.  Curious, she walked back
into the bedroom and found Rambo stretched out on the bed.  He had never
been allowed up there before but now it just seemed right somehow. 
Suddenly Linda felt hungrier than ever.  She went into the kitchen and made
herself a couple of sandwiches from the ham she had bought.  She devoured
these with a large glass of milk, again unusual for her.  Rambo had heard
the kitchen noises of food being prepared and he was on the prowl.  He got
into the kitchen in time to see Linda begin on the second sandwich and
Rambo struck his "I'm starving and it's your fault" pose.  Linda began
speaking to him between bites.
   "What cha looking at boy?" She said through the ham.  Rambo looked her
in the eye as if to say "Please let me have some too.  Please!  Please! 
Please!"
   She finished her second sandwich and drained her milk.  Then she made
another `fit for a king' meal for Rambo.  While he ate, she decided to
inspect his equipment again.  Rambo was patient with her but eventually
wanted his cock out of her grasp so he could eat.  Linda relented and left
Rambo to his meal.  She had wanted to excite him again and get another up
close look at his impressive tool.  She'd lost the sting between her legs
and her bowlegged gait was becoming more of a swing as she became
accustomed to cum leaking out of her pussy from previously unexplored
depths.  "I could get used to this." Linda said to no one.  With a full
belly and a fresh towel under her seeping cunt, Linda lay down in her fake
brass bed and went to sleep.
   CHAPTER TEN
   Linda awoke to the sound of her cell ringing on the dresser.  She jumped
up and answered "necessities", the name she had assigned to Matt's number.
   "Linda?  Hi, sorry but I have to beg off today.  I have lots of catch-up
to do at work and I promise I will make it up to you!"
   Linda hadn't noticed he had called her instead of her calling him.
   "Thanks for everything Matt, the shower works wonderfully and if I
didn't have a special attachment to the broken stopper in the tub, I'd make
you fix that too!" She said jokingly, but not joking.  She would like to
repeat her virgin performance with Rambo someday.  Something about being
held completely captive and being plundered and unable to breathe made her
wet.  She really didn't need any help in that department, Rambo's cum was
still seeping out from her pussy, albeit it was just a faint reminder now.
   Matt was covered up at work.  His job didn't seem hard to do until he
took a day off.  The day after his day off was always hell.  His conquest
of Linda was just beginning and a day apart seemed like a good idea or she
might feel like he was a stalker or something.  Matt wondered how he could
continue his pursuit when Frank was out of jail.  Linda was a great
employee and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable at work.  He tore
into his managerial tasks with renewed vigor, determined to catch up so he
could fall behind again.
   Linda let Rambo outside and contemplated her day.  There were bills to
pay and she wanted to take control of them so when Frank returned, he would
be nothing more than something to be gotten rid of.  She was finished with
him, now convinced she didn't need him to live a full life.  His getting
arrested was a godsend.  Linda was free of his complaining and drinking and
she was really enjoying her new found freedom.  One slight glitch in her
plans was Rambo.  He was a full blooded registered English Mastiff,
registered in Frank's name.  What if Frank wouldn't sign him over to her?
Linda froze for an instant and started scheming for ownership of Rambo.  If
she had to give everything in the house to Frank, she would if it meant
keeping her mate.  She chuckled as she realized she was Rambo's mate.  He
was her savior when it came to sexual release.  She had cum more with Rambo
than she had ever imagined she could.  Her opinion of sex was changed
forever from its old meaning of being a tool to get what she wanted to its
new meaning of something to be looked forward to and relished.  She felt
sexually ruined by Rambo in that she believed she would not have a normal
sex life with a male of her own species ever again.
   Once the bills were paid and the house straightened up, Linda
contemplated her living situation.  She had found their checking account
had almost 1000 dollars in it and their savings account to be more than
adequate with over 9000 dollars put away for rainy days.  She was
pleasantly surprised at her financial condition.  It seemed Frank had an
automatic deduction from his check being directly deposited and it hadn't
been touched for years!  Why he had refused to have her car fixed or even
buy the things that made life comfortable for her hit home as she realized
she had been a bird in a cage, totally dependant on Frank to get to work
and even to communicate with the outside world.  Her anger returned and she
used Frank's cell to order a phone line installed in the house.  The phone
company was happy to oblige, promising to be there the next day!  Then she
called Matt.  After some small talk she asked him to pick up a cheap
computer from work.  She told Matt she was going to kick Frank out when he
got out of jail and she would need her car towed in for repair.  Matt
agreed to buy her one of the less expensive major brand PCs with
pre-installed software and let her pay him after she was free from Frank.
   Linda was relishing the control she had over her new life.  It had only
been three days ago she had shaved her pussy for her husband and about this
time in the evening had been pacing around the house waiting for him to
come home with some pot and drunkenly plow into her without so much as a
quick lick of the clit!  Now she had the remote and was sipping on one of
the remaining three beers.  She reached for the cell and thumbed through
the numbers until she found the one she wanted.
   "Freddie?  Yeah, it's me.  I think you owe me a visit if you know what I
mean.  Of course I want to talk to you about Frank.  That's why I called.
Sure.  Bring something for me, ok?"
   Freddie wasted no time getting to Frank and Linda's house.  He didn't
have to knock; she pulled the door open as he stepped onto the porch.
   "Come inside and relax.  You are so wound up!"
   Freddie replied as he stepped inside.  "You would be too!  The cops have
been to my house asking too many questions."
   Linda laughed and draped herself over the recliner.  "I wouldn't worry
if I were you, I have everything in control." She really didn't care if
Freddie got busted, as far as she was concerned, he was as worthless as her
husband.  "I talked to Frank and he's cool."
   Freddie gave a visible sigh of relief.  "So what did you drag me over
here for?"
   "I need some smoke and I hope you have some." Linda was swinging one
exposed leg over the arm of the recliner.  Her bathrobe, tightly cinched at
the waist, didn't cover much from the hips down.
   Freddie swallowed hard and tried to sound nonchalant.  "Sure but can you
pay for it?  I got some kick ass stuff but it cost me a mint."
   Linda flashed mock anger.  "Of course I can pay.  I got money.  How much
do you want for how much smoke?"
   Freddie fished a bag out of his shirt pocket.  "This stuff goes for 90 a
dime but given the circumstances, I'll sell it to you at cost, say, 70?"
   "Sold.  Hey got any papers with you?  I don't have any and don't like
smoking out of a pop can."
   "I got some in the van." He hesitated.  "Do you want them now?
   "Sure, if you're leaving now.  I do have a little favor to ask.  I need
my car fixed.  I can pay for that too but I got no idea of who to get to
fix it.  Could you look into that for me?"
   "Sure." Freddie breathed a sigh of relief.  At least she wasn't going to
cost him money, yet.
   He got up and went outside to his van.  Linda followed.  "Here, take the
pack." He handed a pack of Jokers to her.  "I'll call you on Frank's cell
tomorrow and let you know who I found to fix your car." She didn't correct
him about ownership of the cell.  As Freddie pulled away, Linda was
thumbing through the cell listings again.  `Necessities' appeared on the
screen and she pressed the talk button.
   "Hi Matt.  Yeah, I was thinking, why don't you stop and get me a couple
bottles of wine on your way here tonight.  I been feeling kind of down and
maybe a little liquid cheer is just what I need.  Sure, around nine o'clock
will be fine."
   CHAPTER ELEVEN
   Matt showed up promptly at 9 o'clock.  He had gone to the liquor store
and got two bottles of Chardonnay and two bottles of Chablis.  Not being a
drinker, he was unsure what she wanted but he could have gotten by with
some Ripple.  He unloaded the computer and he had taken the liberty of
getting a cheap desk, the `some assembly required' type Walemart sold so
many of.  Her new PC was a leftover HP, one that had been in layaway for so
long without payment that it was no longer worth the asking price.
   She asked what she was going to owe him.
   "I wrote the PC off so all you owe for is the desk for now." Matt
grunted as he struggled with the desk top.
   "Wow, you are being so kind, remind me and when this Frank thing is
settled, I'll cook you a dinner you won't forget." She leaned over his
struggling form, brushing his back with her breasts, pretending to try to
help him.
   "If you think my dinner is good, wait until you taste my breakfast."
Linda was openly flirting.
   Having assembled the desk, Matt slowly rose to his feet.  "I'm going to
hold you to that." He said with a grin.
   He continued working on Linda's new computer.  He connected the cables
and tucked them away as neatly as he could and turned on her new toy.  With
a soft whir it came to life, flickering Windows ME across the screen and
going directly to its desktop.  Linda had gone to the kitchen and returned
with Rambo at her heel.  She was holding two glasses of wine and gave one
to Matt.  The wine was barely cooler than room temperature but even a
slight chill was better than none.  They drank slowly as Matt explained the
intricacies of Windows ME.  Linda knew how to work the computer, she did it
all the time at work, but she let him continue.  Soon their glasses were
empty and an uncomfortable silence enveloped them.  Matt glanced at his
watch, ever his friend when he needed one, made his excuses, and left.  On
the way out Linda grabbed him for a hug and dodged a kiss.  She pressed her
forehead to his chest and mumbled, "Soon."
   Matt left feeling a little let down.  She was beautiful and she had
flirted with him enough his cock had grown, shrank, and grown again several
times.  His underwear was damp with pre-cum and he fantasized about her
writhing form under his as he drove home.
   Linda was elated.  She had a new computer that didn't cost her anything
and her phone line was to be installed in the morning.  She had wondered
about her relationship with Rambo and was going to get online to check out
whatever forums or news groups she could find on the topic of bestiality.
She wanted to know what she had to look out for such as diseases and she
was even contemplating mating with a larger animal!  Linda enjoyed the
extreme full feeling she got when Rambo mounted her.  He had opened her
eyes, and her legs, to more possibilities than she knew existed just three
days ago.  She was sure she could find more information online than
anywhere else.
   Linda relaxed on the couch and absentmindedly flipped through the
channels.  Rambo was lying sprawled out between the couch and coffee table.
Linda lit a joint and sipped some wine.  She was totally relaxed.  This was
one of the best days of her adult life.  She watched a forensic team gather
evidence to convict a killer on her television.  The joint and the wine
were having the desired effect.  Slowly she moved her hands under her
bathrobe and hooked her panties with her thumbs.  She slid her panties off
and inspected the panty shield.  There was no blood, just a trace of
Rambo's cum remained.  It had been 24 hours since she had the weight bench
experience and nearly all his cum had run out of her.  Linda explored her
pussy with both hands, slipping a finger inside while rolling her clit
between thumb and forefinger.  She slipped a second, third and fourth
finger into her rapidly moistening cunt.  Rambo stirred, sensing her
arousal.  He stretched as he rose, sniffing the air and perking his ears,
catching Linda's soft moans.
   Rambo's tongue was nothing new to Linda.  She welcomed it and scooted
her ass to the edge of the couch.  She placed her feet on the couch with
her legs splayed wide as Rambo's nose bumped her pubic mound.  His ever
present drool coated her pussy, dripping off her ass cheeks and wetting her
bathrobe.  Rambo licked with fervor.  The tasty bitch ground her pussy into
his nose as he licked her pulsing slit.  He didn't know what a clit was or
anything at all about human anatomy.  All he knew was this bitch is tasty
and he was going to taste her.  His huge tongue danced across Linda's
asshole, swiping a path through the drool, tunneling slightly into her
pussy, and glancing off her clit with every lap.  Rambo's cool nose bumped
relentlessly against her pubic mound as she ground her pussy into his face.
Linda had one of her hands pressed flat against her abdomen, centered on
her belly button and the other hand below the first, pulling her pussy
open. Rambo picked up his pace as she pressed her own pleasure button.  Her
index and middle finger trapped her clit and held it at attention, slipping
it out of its protective hood and in the path of Rambo's tongue.  Her back
arched, lowering her pussy and getting more tongue on her cunt.  Linda
started to shake and moan loudly as Rambo's tongue had the desired effect.
Her orgasm was sharp and rapidly over as another one built.  Linda tossed
her head from side to side, her breasts bouncing with her shaking body. 
Another orgasm ripped through her body and Rambo greedily lapped up his
reward.  Linda was on an upward spiral of orgasmic pleasure, having her
third orgasm before the second was completely over.  Her forth snapped her
head back and her loud moan caused Rambo to pause, for a second, then
return to the tasty bitch.  Her grinding and thrusting pussy tasted better
than ever so he licked with renewed fervor.  He licked her until her legs
came together, preventing the over stimulation from continuing.  Linda
finally relaxed; sweat beading between her breasts and a mixture of cum and
Rambo's drool dripping from her satisfied pussy.  She used her bathrobe to
wipe the drool mixture off her ass and legs.  Rambo, sensing he was no
longer needed, lay back down, this time in front of the TV, where he
contented himself with licking his own cock.
   Exhaustion was setting in and so Linda decided to turn off the TV and go
to bed.  It was midnight and she had a full day tomorrow.  The phone
company would install her line in the morning and she intended to use the
AOL disk that had come with her computer to gain access to a new world. 
She was supposed to find out who she could trust her car to and she wanted
to make a trip to the bank to move some money from the savings into an
account with just her name on it.  Yes, tomorrow would be a full day.  
  
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