Satan’s Bitch
-- by lightswitch © March 2008

[F/F, seduction/reluctant/forced, white female, black female,
interracial, bestiality, enslavement]

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Synopsis: A predatory, dominant lesbian gets off by seducing
straight white women. When she brings home a gorgeous young
blonde to sexually dominate, she gets some assistance from
unexpected quarters.
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Erykah continued applying her make-up, trying to ignore the two
dogs, frisking about and vying for the black woman’s attention.

“Get out of here!” she warned, not looking away from the mirror.
“I got no time for you two clowns, tonight!”  She booted the big
Doberman with her foot, stubbing a toe on its powerful haunches.

“Damn!” she cursed, rubbing her foot. “Ya big horse!  What I been
feeding you?!?”

The playful canines ignored her and continued to frolic, bumping
into her legs, from time to time.

She, in turn, tried to ignore them. It was Friday night … the
best night for hunting!

Erykah felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through her groin,
making her slick and wet.

“There’s nothing I like better than turning a straight young
girl,” she murmured, carefully applying an overpoweringly bright
red lipstick to her full, sensual mouth. “Unless it’s turning a
straight, young, white girl!”

A nudge from below jarred her, streaking a garish red stripe
across her mouth and over one dark cheek.

“Damn you mutts!” she shouted, turning to slap at the offending
dogs.

They regarded her innocently.

The little black Pekinese was Mr Winkle. He was usually a good
dog, but once he saw a precedent set, he could be as bad as any
ill-behaved mongrel.

The big black Doberman was “Satan” and he was a devil!  He was
big enough that she couldn’t force him to do anything … and
Erykah knew better than to try physical punishment.
Unfortunately, that meant that Satan could misbehave at will …
which he usually did.  And that, in turn, set a bad example that
Mr Winkle was only too happy to follow.

“Out!” Erykah shouted, stomping her foot and pointing to the
door.

Hearing the menace in the black woman’s voice, both dogs fled.

Erykah inspected herself in the mirror, surveying the damage.

She now had a big streak of bright red lipstick, running from her
thick, pouty lips up over her smooth, dark cheek.

Erykah was a big woman, standing about 5’10”. She was a bit
thick-bodied, but that was due mostly to good genetics: She had a
naturally well-developed musculature. Her skin was a deep, rich,
chocolate brown. Her figure, although definitely attractive,
couldn’t be called exceptional.

She knew she wasn’t “pretty” by most standards, but she also knew
she possessed a raw, fundamental sexuality that could make her
irresistibly attractive, under the right circumstances. At 41,
she could still turn heads among those who liked a woman with
some … presence.

Erykah scrubbed her face clean and started over, glancing around
periodically to make certain that no errant dogs were running in
the vicinity.

Finally satisfied, she put on a low-cut yellow dress that came
down about mid-thigh.

“Gotta show off the goods,” she laughed.

Straight women *think* they’re straight, she chuckled, but the
difference between a straight woman and a bisexual woman who was
susceptible to seduction was … about three to five drinks!

She put a 40 watt bulb in the overhead light, ensuring the
evening lighting would be dim and intimate, and then slid a
large, purple vibrator between the couch cushions.

“For later,” she whispered, blowing it a kiss.

Finally satisfied, she locked the apartment door behind her and
made her way towards the nearby hotel.

* * * * * *

Entering the dimly lit room, she smiled. Hotel bars were the
perfect places for seducing straight women!  Women who would
never be caught dead in an average bar would go to a hotel bar;
the upscale décor and lack of crowds – especially sex-starved
males – provided a perfect place to drown ones;’ sorrows in
peace.

“Too bad it won’t save them from a sex-starved lesbian,” Erykah
chuckled.

The big black woman had been preying on straight women for years
and had perfected her technique. First, she’d locate some poor
straight girl who had recently been dumped and was emotionally
vulnerable. They’d be easy to locate, usually sobbing into their
pina coladas, at the bar or slouched in a booth, in the back.
These types, especially, eschewed the average pub – the last
thing they’re wanting was attention from more lecherous,
untrustworthy men!

Once Erykah had her mark, she’d move in for the kill, using the
prey’s obvious misery as an excuse to approach. Then she’d chat,
commiserate, and sit close … all the while making certain her
mark’s alcohol level continued to rise.

A casual brush here … a suggestive glance there … playing off the
prey’s insecurity and sexual frustrations …

At a key point, a suggestion to go back to her place would seal
the mark’s fate.

She grinned as she scanned the room.

“Men must be getting piggier by the hour,” she thought, noting
the multitudes of women that appeared to be in sitting around
either in tears, suppressing tears, or beyond tears.

“A nice looking red-head at the bar,” she noted. “A definite
possibility! A cute brunette, in the booth to the back ...”

All in all, she counted five possible victims.

“Decisions, decisions!” she whispered, feeling the delicious
wetness grow down below.

Then she saw her!

At the far end of the bar sat a very young blonde. She looked
maybe 20 years old and was nursing a shot glass of whiskey.  Two
empty shot glasses stood nearby.

“Tsk!” Erykah thought, “Pretty young things like you don’t drink
whiskey!”

Unless they felt their world had just collapsed and they wanted
to go numb as quickly as possible.  “She’s not in any condition
to show good judgment,” Erykah silently scolded, grinning with
hunger.

The confident black woman began walking towards her grieving
mark, planning her next moves.

The girl was absolutely beautiful!

Erykah licked her lips in anticipation. That gorgeous, pale face
… slender waist … long, beautiful, blonde hair, tied up in twin
ponytails that made the girl look at least five years younger …

And a pair of tits big enough to use as flotation devices in the
event of a water landing!

For the whole damned cabin crew!

“Oh yeah, baby,” Erykah breathed softly, drawing closer, “before
this night is over, I’m going to be using your ponytails as
handles, looking down at your pretty little blonde head, bobbing
up and down between my sleek ebony thighs!”

Erykah slid onto the stool to the distressed girl’s left.

“Hey,” she murmured, trying to feign concern, “you OK?”

The beautiful blonde looked up. Her pretty blue eyes were red
from crying, but she plastered a big smile on her face.

“Oh yeah,” she said with a tremulous voice. “I’m … I’m fine!” Her
voice cracked slightly on the last word.  She met the black
woman’s questioning gaze for about four seconds before bursting
into tears.

Erykah wrapped the sobbing white girl in a warm embrace, secretly
reveling in the feel of the girl’s pretty, pale face against her
own swelling bosom.

“No,” the beautiful blonde sobbed. “I’m not OK. It’s Brad … he’s
such a … a … a *dick*!”

Erykah held the white girl close, rocking her gently. “There,
there,” she soothed. “You tell me all about it, honey!”  She
signaled the bartender for another round of drinks.

“Margaritas,” she ordered. “A pretty girl like you don’t need no
nasty whiskey!”  The beautiful blonde smiled her thanks through
tear-filled eyes.

“And a pretty white girl like you don’t need to realize how much
she been drinking,” Erykah thought. “Nice, mild, sweet drinks go
down so much smoother!”

Get you so much drunker!

The aroused black woman smiled and settled back, occasionally
sipping at her own drink as she let the pretty blonde ramble on
and on, cathartically venting her man-problems as Erykah subtly
plied her with drink after drink.

After almost two hours, the thoroughly inebriated white girl
stopped and sighed. “I feel so much better, since you stopped
by,” she slurred, looking at Erykah with wide, adoring blue eyes.

Trusting eyes.

“But … but I’ve been sitting here talking an’ talking an’ … an’
you’ve been sitting there listening an’ listening … I don’t even
know your name!”

The big black woman smiled. “Erykah,” she said, softly, hopefully
seductively. “I’m Erykah.”

The blonde girl smiled and hugged her new friend closely.

“I’m Tiffany!” she hiccuped.

“Tiffany,” Erykah repeated, rolling the name in her mouth.

“It’s nice to know the name of the little bimbo who’ll be going
down on me, later tonight,” she thought. “Speaking of which, it
was probably about time …”

“This place is OK, but why don’t we go back to my place,” Erykah
suggested. “Then we can drink for free, for as long as we want!”

The blonde’s face lit up. “Great idea!” she said loudly,
staggering to her feet.

Erykah quickly slid a strong arm around the girl’s slender waist
and they staggered back to Erykah’s apartment.

* * * * * * *

Satan and Mr Winkle greeted the two at the door, wagging their
tails enthusiastically as the two women stumbled inside.

Erykah sat her drunk new friend in the chair while she sat on the
nearby couch.

“He’s a fucking prick!” Tiffany proclaimed loudly. She had been
railing against her ex – who evidently had dumped her earlier
that evening – all the way to Erykah’s apartment.

“He’s an idiot!” the black woman agreed, stroking the blonde’s
long, soft hair before going off to make another drink. “You are
*such* an attractive girl”

The white girl blushed and smiled. “You are so nice,” she
slurred. “I feel so good when I’m with you!”

Erykah walked over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “You sweet
thing!” she said. “Jerk like that doesn’t deserve a fine girl
like you!”

“I tried so hard!” Tiffany sobbed, burying her pretty face
against the older woman’s shoulder. “I did everything he wanted
me to! Even the … perverted … things!  Wasn’t I good enough? Did
I do it wrong?”

It had been tedious listening to the young girl’s complaining for
so long, but the black woman’s ears perked up. The conversation
had turned to sex!  This was the segue she had been looking for!

“I’m sure you were fine,” Erykah reassured her, hugging her
closer. “If you were inexperienced, that was no reason to hold it
against you!”

The beautiful white girl sobbed loudly. “Once …” she hiccupped.
“Once, he asked me to go to the bathroom on him!”

Erykah pretended to look shocked. “No!” she gasped.

“Yes!” Tiffany assured her.

“So … did you?” the black woman probed. “Did you do as he asked?”

Tiffany shook her head, blushing, drunkenly. “No,” she whispered.
“I … I couldn’t. He got so mad!  He threw me down and he … he …
he peed on *me*!”

“You poor girl!” the black woman sympathized, noticing the flush
of arousal that had spread across the pretty white girl’s cheeks,
as she spoke.

“I’ll bet you liked it, too!” Erykah thought, licking her lips.
Was the gorgeous blonde a submissive?

“He made me do all sorts of things,” Tiffany whispered. “He
seemed to like the way I performed oral sex.  He was always
making me suck him off.”  The pale beauty looked at Erykah
earnestly. “I was pretty good!” she asserted. “I spent a lot of
time on my knees and I always made him cum.”

Erykah nodded, smiling gently. “He sounds like an ingrate!” the
black woman soothed. “You work so hard to please and he doesn’t
even show appreciation?!?”

Tiffany nodded, giving a small smile of appreciation as she
accepted yet another Tequila Sunrise, which the black woman
pressed into her hands. “You are so understanding!” she marveled,
flushing as the older woman gave her another gentle peck on the
cheek.

Erykah regarded her tenderly. “I would never let go of a girl
like you,” she murmured.  “A beautiful girl who focuses on my
pleasure … I’d keep her forever an’ ever!”

The blonde girl looked at adoringly. “Exactly!” she slurred. “Why
do men have to be so stupid? Why can’t men be more like women?”

The older woman nodded, giving the drunken white girl another
small kiss on the cheek.

This one lingered a second or two longer.

 “Men are pigs,” Erykah spat. “Not because they use women, but
because they discard women afterwards.”  She eyed the unsteady
white girl, with calculating eye. “Another woman would never
treat a girl like that!”

“Damn right!” Tiffany agreed. She paused, obviously trying to
belatedly process what Erykah had said. “Wait … what? Another
woman …?”

“A woman knows how to treat a girl,” Erykah whispered
seductively, brushing her thick, moist lips up along the white
girl’s jawline and feeling the blonde tremble in response.

The black woman pressed a light, quick kiss onto the dazed white
girl’s lips … over almost before it started.

Tiffany blinked, stupidly, trying to process what was happening.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” Erykah prodded, still
holding the girl tightly.

The confused blonde blushed prettily. “What?” she slurred. “A a …
woman …? No. I mean, I … I never really thought about ….”  Her
voice trailed off, but Erykah noted how the white girl’s breath
had quickened.

“But you’d like to,” Erykah murmured, pressing closer. “Wouldn’t
you? You’d like to be with a woman … to be submissive and please
her, wouldn’t you!”

The white girl’s blue eyes wandered towards the ceiling, in a
drunken stupor, as she pondered the question. “What?,” she
blushed, “Me? With a woman? I … no, I … “

Tiffany looked drunkenly into Erykah’s deep, dark eyes. For the
first time that evening, realization started to seep through her
booze-addled mind.

“You mean …?” she whispered, standing unsteadily. “You? Me?”

Erykah leaned in and kissed her again, slowly this time.  The
drunken young girl stiffened, but didn’t resist.

“Maybe just once?” the older woman murmured, “Just to see what
it’s like?”

Tiffany’s pale cheeks were deeply flushed with arousal. “A
woman?” she mumbled. “I … I’ve never been with a woman before.
Never even thought of being with a woman before.”  The slender
white girl trembled under the slow, stroking hand of the older
woman.

“Would you like to?” the black woman purred. “Would you like to
be with a woman … at least once?”  She stroked one of the girl’s
big boobs with her fingertips. “Just to see what it’s like?”

“Maybe … just … once,” Tiffany panted, slowly looking up at
Erykah with wide, lust-clouded blue eyes. “Just … to see … what
it’s like.”

Erykah smiled and took the half-finished drink from the
inebriated white girl’s hand. “Stand up, baby,” she murmured.

Tiffany was too drunk to stand on her own, but with Erykah’s
help, managed to get unsteadily to her feet. The stupefied blonde
swayed dangerously and Erykah put her arms around the unsteady
blonde, pulling her close.

“Careful,” the black woman murmured softly, pressing her lips
close to the inebriated white woman’s ear. “Don’t want you to
fall over!”  She held Tiffany tightly for several minutes,
inhaling the fragrance of the young girl’s blonde hair.

“What … what are you going to do to me?” the hopelessly aroused
white girl whispered.

Erykah smiled. “The little bitch is mine, now!” she thought,
triumphantly. Now she could play with the little slut all night
long!

The big black woman looked at Tiffany, quietly, allowing a look
of desire to cross her features.

“Would you like me to have sex with you, now?” she murmured.

Tiffany’s bright, blue eyes widened.  Her mouth worked, but no
sound came out.

The big black woman pulled the white girl closer.

“You really are a beautiful little girl,” Erykah whispered. “Your
boyfriend must have been a fool to let go of a hot little girl
like you!”

Tiffany closed her eyes, appreciation and embarrassment apparent,
her face flushing as she smiled, mildly bewildered.

“No,” Erykah insisted, pulling Tiffany into an even tighter
embrace. “I mean it. You are so … damned … beautiful!”  With each
word, the big black woman drew the dazed white girl’s face closer
to her own.

“So… very … beautiful!” Erykah whispered, bringing her face so
close that her thick, sensual lips brushed lightly against the
blonde’s full, pouty mouth.

She felt the white girl trembling violently in her arms.

“Have you ever … been kissed … by another woman?” Erykah asked,
in a voice barely louder than her breathing.

The young blonde’s face was flushed, but not solely from
embarrassment. She gave a barely perceptible shake of her head.

“No,” the white girl whispered, almost paralyzed with shock and …
something else. “Well … just by … you … a few moments ago.”

“A girl as hot as you,” Erykah purred, running one hand up to
brace the back of the blonde’s head, “I’ll bet you like it.”

Without waiting for assent, Erykah pressed the drunken white girl
close in a passionate, full, open-mouthed kiss.

The white girl’s body tensed and she started to struggle, but
quickly collapsed into Erykah’s arms as the black woman’s tongue
slid into the younger girl’s mouth.

Tiffany gave a soft, muffled moan and gave herself to the older
woman’s kiss.

“Oh, you’re *mine*, now, baby!” Erykah thought, gleefully.

Still pressing the blonde’s lips against hers, using one hand to
press against the back of the blonde’s head and immobilize her,
the black woman dropped her other hand to begin stroking the
white girl’s curvaceous, toned body.

Without breaking their kiss, Erykah ran one hand up under the
back of white girl’s T-shirt, until she felt her bra clasp.

“Five hooks,” Erykah thought, running her hand expertly over the
clasp. “Not surprising with all of the titflesh this gorgeous
bitch is lugging around – she’d *have* to have an
industrial-strength bra!”

Slowly, carefully, she unhooked each clasp, finally feeling the
blonde’s heavy breasts push out, swaying free from their lacy,
elastic prison.

The black woman’s hand slowly made it’s way to the white girl’s
heaving chest, fingertips stroking lightly across the girl’s pale
skin as she moved.

Erykah gently grasped the girl’s bra, between the mammoth cups,
and pulled it free. Tiffany’s brassiere, freed from the blonde’s
large, sagging melons, dropped from under the young girl’s
T-shirt to land on the floor.

The big black woman carefully brought both hands into play,
fondling and caressing the white girl’s bared bosom. Tiffany
didn’t need to be held in place, by now, lost in returning the
black woman’s passionate kiss.

Erykah grabbed the bottom hem of Tiffany’s T-shirt and pulled it
over the girl’s head in one, fluid, practiced motion – breaking
their kiss just long enough to remove the shirt before moving in
to reclaim the drunken girl’s mouth.

Now nude from the waist up, the white girl’s big, pale breasts
were completely accessible to her dark seductress.  Using her
greater weight as leverage, Erykah pushed the blonde onto her
back, on the couch and fell on top of her.

In moments, they were both nude.

The dominant black woman broke their kiss, unexpectedly, leaving
the dazed white girl with her head thrown back, mouth open, and
tongue partially extended.

“Wha?” the blonde mumbled, in drunken confusion.

Erykah quickly slid down to wrap her lips around those big,
round, white prizes.

“Ohhhh!” Tiffany moaned, closing her eyes and sinking back into
the couch as the black lesbian’s thick lips wrapped around one
large, pink nipple.

Erykah slid her hand down to deftly unbutton the supine blonde’s
jeans. Her questing hand then slid victoriously into the girl’s
pants and under the elastic of her panties.

Tiffany gasped, her blue eyes shooting open as Erykah’s questing
hand cupped the white girl’s sex.  The girl’s juicy pussy felt as
if it had melted and the big black woman lost no time sinking her
fingers into those liquid depths.

“Ahhhh!” Tiffany sighed, arching her body to meet the big woman’s
penetrating fingers.

The two dogs watched, hypnotized, from several feet away.

“Voyeuristic perverts!” Erykah laughed to herself, turning her
attention away from the rapt hounds and back to prey.

“It’s time to get started,” she whispered, standing and pulling
the dazed white girl up with her.

Erykah smiled at Tiffany as she placed her big hands on the
trembling white girl’s shoulders. Gently, she pushed down.

The blonde’s eyes slowly widened in realization and she gradually
dropped to her knees, in front of the big black woman.

The panting lesbian held the blonde’s head firmly, with one hand,
forcing the white girl’s gaze towards her dark, hairy muff.

“Take a good look, Tiffany,” Erykah purred. “This is your new
best friend and you’re about to get *really* well acquainted.”

She stepped over the kneeling white girl, draping a thick, dark
leg over each of her shoulders, pressing the girl’s pretty, pale
face deep into her dark, pungent pussy.

“Do me, baby,” Erykah panted. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
This is why you’re here!”

The trapped blonde shuddered, but Erykah soon felt the flutter of
a hot, moist tongue as it slowly lapped at her thick, swollen
pussy lips.

“Ahhhh!” Erykah sighed. “This was it!  Another straight white
girl … hers for the night!”

She stood over the kneeling blonde for several minutes, enjoying
the young girl’s subjugation.  But Erykah’s pussy drooled for
more.

“Come here, Blondie,” she said, flopping herself down on the
couch and pulling Tiffany over to her by a fistful of blonde
hair.  Erykah sat her big ass on the edge of the sofa and pushed
the kneeling blonde’s head down between her legs. Obediently,
Tiffany went back to licking her dominator’s dark, wet pussy.

Erykah was in heaven. She loved the feeling of this young girl
going down on her. But even more than that, she loved the sight
of this beautiful, pale blonde … on her knees, with her pretty
pale face pressed hungrily into the older woman’s dark, hungry
pussy.

The black woman settled back on the couch, sighing as she spread
her legs wider, to allow her seduced prey better access.

She glanced over at the dogs.

The little Pekinese continued to stare, entranced where he was,
but the sight of the young blonde’s curvaceous white ass, bobbing
in the air, proved to be too much of a curiosity for the big
black Doberman to resist.

He trotted over and stuck his cold, wet nose between the young
girl’s pale ass cheeks.

Tiffany stiffened in shock and tried to turn around to fend off
the unwanted attention.

Not wanting to be deprived for even a second, Erykah grabbed the
blonde’s head and forced it back between her legs.

“Oh no you don’t!” she told the entrapped white girl, before
turning to scold her dog “Shoo, Satan! Bad dog!”

But the big dog didn’t shoo.

He nuzzled his nose deeper between the squirming white girl’s ass
cheeks and started snuffling loudly. Tiffany squirmed more
energetically and Erykah could hear the indignant blonde’s
protests, muffled between the black woman’s thick, meaty thighs.

“Go ‘way, dog!” the black woman commanded, pointing imperiously
with one hand while keeping the other on the squirming blonde’s
head. “Go!”

But Satan had nuzzled his way down to discover the inebriated
blonde’s fragrant wet pussy.

Obviously liking what he’d found, he began lapping.

The effect was electric!

The kneeling white woman stiffened and her entire body tensed.
She gave a loud, startled exclamation, that was all but lost in
Erykah’s smothering crotch.

Tiffany stopped struggling, freezing in place. Unfortunately, her
tongue froze, too.

The frustrated older woman cuffed the blonde in the head.

“Did I tell you that you could stop?!?” she demanded. Sighing in
pleasure, she felt the white girl’s tongue go back into action
on her pussy. She watched in fascination as her big dog continued
to lap the helpless white girl’s cunt.

Satan’s tongue was long and wide and fast, obviously reaching
places Tiffany had never had reached before.  The young girl’s
body was almost vibrating, in response, as the big dog chowed
down on nether region, from behind.

Erykah watched in lusty amazement, holding the blonde’s head and
pressing it down into her own insatiable pussy.

“You like that, don’t you, you horny, little white bitch!” she
accused with a shocked laugh. “You like having Satan go down on
your nasty little blonde slit!”

The over-stimulated white girl gave no answer, other than to
redouble the efforts of her own tongue.

The black woman chuckled. Dog’s were just animals; Satan probably
had no idea what effect he was having on this white human female.
He was just reacting to an interesting, strange smell and taste.

Erykah decided to sit back and enjoy this sick, perverted show
for as long as
it lasted.

Satan licked the helpless white girl’s pussy for several minutes,
lashing her with his long, versatile tongue. The blonde quivered,
non-stop, moaning as she continued to service the dog’s mistress,
in similar fashion.

Erykah laughed, enjoying the white girl’s perverted humiliation.
“It’s bad enough getting seduced by a dominant black lez,”
Erykah chuckled out loud, “but getting off from a dog licking
your pussy?!?  You sick little slut!”

Grinning maliciously, Erykah pulled the blonde’s head from her
crotch, using a handful of hair.  The big black woman shifted
locations, shifting her big black ass from the couch to the
floor. Maintaining her grip, one hand grasping each of the
blonde’s ponytails, she firmly pulled the drunken white girl’s
face back down between her ebony thighs.

“There we go,” Erykah sighed happily, feeling the subjugated
white girl’s tongue resume its lapping. “That’s better!”

Now lying on the floor, she looked over at the big black dog, who
paused to regard his mistress.

“Face-down, ass-up – you’ll be able to *really* get that big old
tongue up there now, eh, boy?”  She laughed as she saw her big
Doberman again bury its head in the squealing blonde’s exposed
snatch.

The white girl’s body began to thrum with perverse pleasure and
she spread her legs wide for her canine cunnilinguist.

The big dog slavered over the helpless white girl’s pussy for
several minutes. Erykah was certain that the drunken slut
climaxed at least twice, during that time.

After a long while, the big Doberman stepped back, as if to
inspect his handiwork.

“Yeah,” Erykah panted, feeling her own pleasure mounting. “You
pretty pleased wid yoself, ain’t you, boy!”

The big black woman sucked in her breath.  There, dangling
between the big dog’s hind legs, was an unexpectedly long length
of bright pink dog-cock, visible in stark contrast to the
surrounding black fur.

The black woman stared at her aroused pet, speechless.

“Damn, boy!” she muttered. “I guess maybe you *did* know what you
was getting into!”

Satan looked at Erykah expectantly, his sizable dog-cock visibly
throbbing.  The black woman’s mouth had gone dry as she felt her
own desires twist in an unexpectedly perverted direction.  She
was so excited that she could barely breathe.

She looked at the beautiful blonde, kneeling on the floor with
her white ass thrust up in the air and her pale face buried
between Erykah’s dark thighs.

She looked at the panting black Doberman, his long, thick
cock throbbing with need.

“Do it, boy!” Erykah whispered, nodding. “Do it!  I’ll share!”

Almost as if he’d been waiting for the signal, the big black dog
mounted the prone white girl.

Coming up behind her up-thrust, plump, white rump, the big dog
flopped himself over Tiffany, rearing back onto his hind legs and
wrapping his dark, muscular front paws around her slender, white
waist.

Once in position, he began hammering his pelvis against the young
girl’s ass, seeking entry.

The effect on the kneeling blonde was immediate and furious.

The black woman felt Tiffany wail into her crotch, and the white
girl began struggling furiously to escape.  Even in her drunken
stupor, Tiffany must have realized what was happening.

“Noooooo!” came the muffled scream. “What are you doing? Get
off!”

Heart hammering like a trip-hammer, Erykah wrapped her strong,
thick legs around the young girl’s head and crossed them over the
girl’s pale upper-back, effectively pinning the white girl's face
in her crotch.

“Please, no!” Tiffany was screaming. But with the black woman’s
thick thighs clasped over the blonde’s head, few of her words
were intelligible.

Satan, meanwhile, found his sweet spot and, with a mighty thrust,
drove home.

The white girl screamed and thrashed wildly as the massive
dog-cock entered her. But between the grip of the big black
woman’s strong legs around the blonde’s head and the grip of the
big black dog’s paws around her slender waist, Tiffany was
helpless.

Satan wasted no time on foreplay or niceties: He jammed his thick
length of dog-meat as deeply as he could into the beautiful pale
human bitch bent over before him.  Once in, he began hammering
into her, his pelvis going back and forth almost too fast to see.

Erykah had never felt as turned on in her whole life as she felt
right now, lying back and forcing this drunken white girl to lick
her pussy while she watched the poor bitch getting fucked by her
horny black dog.

The aroused lesbian pulled Tiffany’s head up, to see what effect
the unnatural animal-fucking was having on the young girl.

The pretty blonde’s dull blue eyes were open, but unfocussed,
staring glassily into the distance. Her pale face was flushed a
deep red, made shiny by a thick coating of pussy juice that
gleamed in the dim light. The white girl’s pouty pink lips were
stretched into a wide “O,” and she drooled uncontrollably. Her
big white tits flopped with each thrust of her canine rapist.

Seeing such an expression of wanton sexual subjugation on the
dazed white girl’s face, caused by such a perverse forced
-coupling with an animal, proved too much.

The big black woman climaxed.

Hard.

Pushed over the edge, Erykah slammed the insensate blonde’s head
back into her own now-spasming pussy and rubbed herself furiously
against the helpless blonde’s face, relishing the waves of
ecstasy that rushed through her.  Her ankles wrapped around each
other as her thick, ebony legs squeezed together tightly,
crushing the poor blonde’s head in their muscular grip as the
black woman’s body was wracked with pleasure.

Feverishly fucking the near-unconscious white girl’s face, Erykah
looked up over Tiffany’s gorgeous, up-thrust ass to lock eyes
with her dog, as he fucked the blonde beauty from behind.

She could swear she saw Satan smiling.

Erykah’s climax, which had been already been strong, burst
through to an even higher level.  The climaxing black woman let
out a howl of pure pleasure. She shuddered, her body now rigid
and completely immobilized by the power of her orgasm, as she
helplessly watched the big dog continue to fuck the now-orgasming
white girl.

Erykah has never had an orgasm which had been so powerful or had
lasted so long.  When it did finally subside, she released the
drooling white girl’s head from her viselike thighs and rolled
over on her side, gasping for air.

Her climax had been so intense, it had almost scared her.  Her
heart was still pounding as if it were about to burst.

Slowly she rolled over to see the progress of the perverse
coupling that was still in session.

Satan was still behind Tiffany’s up-thrust white ass, plowing her
from behind.  He showed no signs of tiring and seemed as
enthusiastic as when he had first taken her.

The beautiful blonde seemed almost unconscious, her watery blue
eyes were open and staring, unseeing, at the far wall.  Her mouth
was open and a puddle of drool slowly soaked into the carpet.

Mr Winkle watched intently, his own little doggie pecker rigidly
extended.

“Aw,” Erykah cooed, scooping up her little Pekinese. “Are you
feeling left out, Mr Winkle?”

The little black Pekinese whined and thrust its pelvis, trying to
hump Erykah’s arm.  “Little mutt must be swinging over five
inches!” Erykah marveled. Probably almost half what Satan had,
although the little Pekinese was less than a quarter of the
Doberman’s size!

Erykah had a sudden sick inspiration.

Smiling maliciously, the black woman walked over and pulled
Tiffany’s head upright, by her ponytails. Propping the blonde’s
chin on the carpet, she placed the squirming, eager Mr Winkle
right over the pretty blonde’s face.

The horny black Pekinese immediately clasped the blonde’s head
with his front paws and grasped her pale lower jaw with his dark
hind legs, wrapping himself tightly over her pretty, pale face.

Within seconds, his little doggie cock had found the dazed white
girl’s mouth and had thrust between her slack lips.

The little black dog immediately began furiously humping the
semi-prone white girl’s face.

Erykah moaned with arousal. “Oh *fuck*, that’s hot!’ she
murmured, fondling herself as she watched the two black dogs fuck
the dazed white girl.

Erykah fetched the vibrator from the couch cushions and sat
heavily, buzzing her swollen clit as she watched her two pets
continue to double-team the prostrate blonde bitch.

The big Doberman began thrusting savagely, desperately plunging
into the helpless blonde. Tiffany cried out as Satan finally
succeeded in seating his knot, her scream cut off as Mr Winkle
seated his.  The big Doberman stiffened and trembled, slamming
his full length into the helpless blonde.

“He’s cumming,” Erykah murmured, pressing the vibrator hard
against her clit. “Satan is filling Tiffany’s tight little blonde
slit with dog cum, right in front of me!”  The black woman could
feel another orgasm building.

The big Doberman had hilted the quivering blonde, driving his
shaft deep inside her as he filled her womb with his animal seed.

The white girl’s moans became garbled. She choked and cried out
as the horny little Pekinese that was clamped over her face,
trembled and sprayed dog cum down her throat.

Erykah climaxed again.

The two dogs slowed and finally collapsed on top of their dazed
human fuck-toy. It would be quite a while before their swollen
knots shrunk enough for them to pull their turgid cocks out of
the semi-conscious blonde. Unable to extricate themselves, as
yet, they rested and allowed themselves to drowse, tethered for
the time being by the overwhelmed girl’s pussy and mouth.

* * * * * *

Tiffany came to slowly, her head pounding with the mother of all
hangovers.  Her mouth tasted terrible, like it had been coated
with a foul paste.

And for some reason, her pussy was extremely sore and ached
terribly.

She looked around to find herself lying on the cold tiled floor
of a kitchen.

But … this wasn’t her kitchen!

Shivering, she also realized she was nude.

“What the hell is going on?!?” she whispered, alarmed. Sitting
up, she bumped against some nearby bowls, filled with dry dog
food.

On one bowl was written: “Satan.”

On the other: “Mr Winkle.”

The previous evening’s events rushed back to her and she gagged,
clenching her eyes shut in revulsion.

That horrid black woman … she had turned out to be a lesbian!
She’d … she’d taken Tiffany back to her apartment and forced her
to … to … !

Tiffany couldn’t bear to think about it.

“That must be where I am now!” she realized. "I was so drunk ...
!" She tried to stand,
but was jerked back onto the floor, landing on her curvaceous
white butt.

Turning, she discovered the reason.

She had been chained to the handle of the kitchen cabinet under
the sink!  A length of chain was looped and padlocked around the
handle and ran back to a heavy, studded leather collar, fastened
about her neck. Her trembling fingers found a second padlock,
smaller, but no less menacing, preventing removal.

A cheery voice made her spin her head around, sending jabs of
pain through her brain.

She was also very hung-over!

‘Ah! Finally up, I see!”

It was her! The predatory lesbian who had molested her and let
her dogs … her dogs … !

Tiffany didn’t want to remember, although the details were slowly
coming back, unbidden.

It took the aching white girl a while to place the woman’s name.

“Erica!” she spat. “You can’t keep me like this!  You can’t force
me to have sex with you!”

The big black woman looked shocked, and then laughed
unpleasantly.

“Sex?” she scoffed. “With you? Girl, please!

Strangely, Tiffany felt an unexpected stab of rejection.

Erica had seduced
her last night … and was interested enough to keep her prisoner,
this morning! What had changed that the black woman no longer
found her desirable?

The older woman chuckled, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “You
been fucked by *dogs*!” she told Tiffany. “I don’t want your
nasty dog-fucked mouth or pussy anywhere near mine!”

Tiffany’s entire pale body flushed with shame.

“If you don’t plan to have sex with me,” she whispered, “then why
are you keeping me prisoner?”

The big black woman smiled. It was not a warm smile. Then she
pointed to the doorway to the dining room.

There, sitting expectantly, with there tongues lolling out, where
the big black Doberman and the little black Pekinese.

“I don’t want sex with you,” the black woman chuckled. “But they
sure do!”

Tiffany went pale and felt suddenly lightheaded.

“You can’t mean,” the white girl gasped, horrified realization
slowly dawning, “You can’t mean that you’re going to let …”

The big black woman nodded amiably.

“I’m keeping you as my third pet,” she told the shaken white
girl, setting a bowl of dog food down near her, “but you now the
official bitch of Satan and Mr Winkle.  They gonna provide ‘stud
service’ on yo pretty white ass. An’ I’m gonna get off watchin’!”

The shaken blonde girl looked down at the food bowl Erica had set
in
front of her.

It read “Tiffany.”

“You they bitch, now,” the black woman whispered.

As the little black Pekinese watched her, she saw his thick
doggie cock start to grow, easing out of its sheath.

The white girl sobbed and bit her tongue, knowing that if she let
herself scream, she may never stop.
