PART 5
After a short rest, the woman got up and slipped her feet back into her
sandals, then stepped over me and left the room. While she was gone I tried to
regain some composure and began working at my bonds again. When she left, she
apparently took my lust with her and now all I wanted was for this whole sick
ordeal to be over and to be free again. I groped at the knots of the ropes
binding my wrists, but they were too tight and just out of reach. My fingertips
would just brush the knots but I could not get a grip to work with. Of course,
as I was squirming and moaning for release, the dogs came back over and started
nosing about again.
Both dogs were sporting huge erections as they padded about my helpless
body, their red members long and thick and dangling from their sheathes. One of
them, Moose I think, began sniffing at the crack of my ass again while the other
began licking at the sweat and juices drying on my face. I told them to stop,
but they ignored me, happily going about their business with tails wagging.
I had just gotten the idea to try and work at the ropes on my knees and
ankles thinking that if I could walk, I could at least run away, when I heard
the slap of the woman's sandals on the hardwood floor as she came back into the
room. I turned to watch her approach through the dog's legs and saw that she
had washed up and changed her clothes; a new pair of shorts and a summer tank
top that made her breasts seem large. Her legs were a little thick, but looked
good to me, tanned and muscular as she walked. Her whole body seemed to glow as
she gave me a dazzling smile. I saw that she was carrying another beer bottle
and a digital camera.
She set the beer down on the table next to her chair then picked up the
remote for the television and turned it on, raising the volume. She then
started strolling about me, and before long I heard the whir of the camera as
she began taking photos.
"Your name is Bill Higgins, right?" she asked, snapping another picture.
I closed my eyes and nodded. "Speak up, Bill. I'm recording this. My son got
me this camera for Christmas a couple years ago. It's top of the
line...digital. I can take about twenty-four pictures on a floppy disk and slip
it right into the floppy drive of my computer and the pictures come right up.
It also records audio as well on a separate disk, so when I ask you something, I
want you to answer loud and clear...okay?"
"Yes, Ma'am." She stopped circling me and stood by my head, snapping
another picture.
"Good boy. Now, what's your name?"
"My name's Bill Higgins..." (click/whirrrr)
"Tell me where you live, Bill." I did. (Click/whirrrr)
"Tell me your phone number." I told her. (Click/whirrrr)
I told her things about my life; my job, my roommate, my family. I
didn't want to. It was humiliating, but something in my head made me want to
tell her everything. She recorded it all on film and audio for posterity.
She placed a foot on my neck and applied a bit of pressure, just enough
to make it hard to breathe, causing me to squirm. "Do you like that, Bill?" she
asked, and I grunted out that I did. She took another picture, then paused for
a moment exchanging floppy disks in her camera. In seconds she was ready for
more.
"Do you like being tied up, Bill? Are you into bondage?" she asked...
"Yes, Ma'am." I wanted to say 'no', but for some reason it came out
wrong. (click/whirrrr)
"I found you tied up, Bill. Is that right?"
"Yes, Ma'am." (click/whirrrr)
"So this is all of your own accord, right? You wanted to be tied up
like this?"
"Yes, Ma'am." (click/whirrrr)
"And when I found you, naked, bound and gagged in the elevator, you were
hoping that someone would find you and keep you tied up, right? Kidnap you
maybe... even torture you?" I answered yes to every question. "Have you done
that before?... Do you get tied up often?... Tell me how you've been tied up
before..." She seemed to ask all the right questions that would get an answer
she wanted. She never asked who had tied me up, or anything that I could not
answer, and try as I might, I could not hold back the truth. She slid her foot
up onto my face-
"What about feet, Bill? Do you like feet?" She pressed down on my cheek
and snapped another picture while I answered affirmative, then changed disks
again. By what she had said before, she now had almost fifty pictures of me.
"It's not just the feet though, is it? You like shoes too, don't you,
Bill?"
"Yes, Ma'am." (click/whirrrr)
"Do you like my feet and shoes, Bill?"
"Yes, Ma'am" (click/whirrrr)
"How much?"
"Very much..." (click/whirrrr)
"Show me, Bill. Show me how much you like my pretty feet and shoes."
She adjusted her stance, rolling my head so I was facing up, then placing her
foot so the front half of her sandal was over my mouth. She held the camera,
getting me in focus again... "Kiss the sole of my shoe, Bill." I did, and she
took another picture.
"Again..." (click/whirrrr)
"Again..." (click/whirrrr)
"Lick it, Bill. Lick the sole of my sandal clean." I did, while she
snapped pictures. It wasn't really dirty, as I had already cleaned it not too
long ago, but this was all for show. "That's it, Bill...Keep licking...Show me
some tongue...Harder! Let me hear it...That's it..."
"How does it make you feel, Bill..." she asked, "licking the sole of my
shoe. The lowest part of my body. The part I walk on in the filth and grime of
the streets. God knows what I step in, Bill. Dirt and mud...old gum and spit.
I have dogs, Bill, and I've probably even accidentally stepped in their shit and
urine. Hell, I stepped in yours before, in the elevator when you peed. Doesn't
that bother you, Bill?" I looked up at her with pleading eyes as I licked the
sole of her sandal for all I was worth and saw her depress the camera button
again.
"Nnnnuhhh..." She raised her foot a bit, and I followed with my tongue
straining to reach it.
"What was that, Bill?"
"No, Ma'am. It doesn't matter. I want to lick your shoes clean.
Please..." She chuckled, and lowered her foot back to my lips for one final
shot.
She stepped away then and placed the camera on the table, then took a
long swallow of beer. She smiled wickedly as she looked down at my
helplessness, rubbing the condensation of the bottle against her forehead and
the exposed flesh of her breasts. "Sure is hot today, eh Bill? Not that you
seem to care though."
She prodded my engorged penis with the toe of her sandal, laughing as it
waved at her then stopped at attention. "You're really loving this. And God,
can you stay hard a long time without coming." She was right about that. I had
been erect since waking up in the laundry room, my penis only going down
slightly now and then, but never totally limp. Now that she pointed it out, I
thought it strange, as usually I spurted my meager load in a heartbeat. I had
never lasted so long, and now I realized that it was starting to hurt. My balls
were aching for release.
She set the beer back on the table and stepped over me, one foot planted
on either side. I wondered what she was up to, then felt her grip my arms and
help me up into a kneeling position. She prodded me forward, slowly, waddling
me on my knees as the dogs danced about us, wondering what new game this was. I
almost fell twice, but she steadied me until I was kneeling before a low
hassock, then pushed me forward so that I fell across it on my belly.
"Time for something new, Bill." She walked in front of me and gathered
my trailing leash, jerking on my collar until I scooted forward so that my butt
was in the air and my head was just touching the floor. She took the leash then
and ran it back underneath the footstool. She pulled it taut, then grabbed for
my cock and balls and looped the end about my groin several times before tying
it off. I could still raise my head somewhat, but it pulled on my balls when I
tried. Satisfied with that, she moved around behind me and I felt her fingers
worrying the knots at the rope about my knees. When that rope was removed, she
ran it across my body then under the stool, looping it first to my left arm,
then tying off the other end to my right, then again to the left. This kept my
arms pinned down as well as drawing my elbows in close together, and kept me
from moving about from side to side on the hassock. She went behind me again,
and almost as quickly removed the rope that bound my ankles together. She
spread my legs apart, kicking at them until I adjusted my stance as she wanted.
I then felt her looping the rope about my knees and fastening them tightly to
the legs of the stool.
She circled me then, looking me over, occasionally checking the knots
she had tied and the tautness of the bonds. Finally, as an afterthought, I felt
her shoving a pillow under my stomach. She slapped my ass, ordering me up until
she got it into place. This left my butt a few inches higher, and tightened the
ropes even more.
"That should do it." She took some more photos from every angle,
circling my bound body several times. At one point she crouched down right in
front of me and grabbed a handful of hair. She jerked my head up until I was
crying out in pain and snapped several close-ups of my humiliation. When she
let my head go it bounced off the floor with a loud thump.
"Uh-oh..." she giggled in a singsong voice, as she strolled around
behind me again.
I heard her drinking more beer, then doing something else; rattling some
plastic. The dogs jumped right up, panting, their tongues lolling as they
licked their lips in anticipation. I felt her slap something cold against my
ass, then began smearing it about.
"I love my dogs, Bill. They're like my babies now that my husband is
gone and my son has moved away. I buy them little toys when I can. I feed them
well, steak and liver. They eat better than me some days." She laughed as she
smeared whatever it was deeply into the crack of my ass. It was cool and slimy,
and felt oddly like raw meat. I realized then that it was a slice of liver, and
I knew what was coming next...
"Nooo..." I whined. "Please..."
"Patience, Bill. I know you're eager, but we have to get it right."
She came around by my head and rubbed the disgusting meat over my face, smearing
me with its blood and smell. I gagged, wanting to vomit, but she ignored me,
and ordered me to open my mouth. I did as I was told, no hesitation. She slid
the slice of liver in halfway and told me to bite down, ordering me to hold it
there.
The dogs were whining now, almost frantic as they pranced around me.
She had to shoo them away as she took more pictures of my face. Finally, as she
backed away, the bigger of the two started nuzzling me in the ass, licking at
the blood and juices the woman had smeared there. She laughed, recording it all
as the other came up to my face and started licking it.
"Rocko's going to want that meat, Bill. Don't you let him have it
though. Hang onto it until I say otherwise. If you give it up, I'll have to
punish you." As if on cue, Rocko bit into the liver that was hanging out of my
mouth and started pulling on it, trying to take it away. He was growling,
trying to dominate me and force me to let go, but I bit down all the harder,
fearing reprisal. The lady laughed as she took pictures of our little game of
tug-o-war.
Meanwhile, Moose's tongue was probing ever deeper into my ass. With my
legs spread so wide, his long tongue could dive in far beyond the depth of the
liver's residue. I shivered with every lap, and found it ever harder to
concentrate on biting down on the meat in my mouth. My erection was throbbing
with every thrust of his tongue, but it would not explode. I was starting to
sweat again, in excitement and frustration and fear of what I knew would soon
happen, as well as the heat in the apartment. The room seemed to exude sex and
tension, and all the while I could hear the (click/whirrrr) of the camera in the
background.
I moaned in frustration as Moose's tongue slid out of my ass and
disappeared. I missed the feeling of its soft, probing warmth. I blushed in
shame, realizing that I had been enjoying having a dog lick at my butt. A
second later I screamed in shock and panic as I felt his weight fall across my
back. His front paws settled on either side of me on the hassock, his claws
digging into the fabric while his rear legs clamped down alongside my hips. I
felt his stiff member slapping up against my ass, his precum dripping onto my
legs. He whined and growled in frustration, not being able to find my 'pussy'.
When I had cried out, I of course lost my battle with Rocko as he jerked
the meat from my mouth. I heard the lady tsk-ing as she snapped more photos of
Moose mounting my ass.
"Too bad, Bill. That'll cost you. Help Moose out and guide him in
while I find something else for you to suck on. This'll hurt, and I don't want
you screaming and bothering my neighbors."
Without thinking about what I was doing I reached back with my fingers
and grabbed onto Moose's dick. It was hot and pulsing, and he snarled until he
figured out what I was doing. My butt was wet from the liver juice and his
licking, and spread so wide that when the head of his penis hit my clenched bud
it thrust right in with hardly an effort. I felt Moose's hind legs clamp down
on my hips as he scrabbled for better purchase. When he was satisfied I felt
his weight on my back, pinning my arms as he began thrusting ever deeper into my
bunghole. I moaned with every push as he surged deeper inside my body, and I
heard the woman urging us on...
"Help him, Bill. Don't just lay there like a man. Be his bitch.
Stroke his balls." I did as she commanded, and Moose whimpered and shoved all
the harder. Through my tears (she was right- it did hurt), I saw Rocko swallow
down the last bite of liver, then trot up to my head for more.
The woman grabbed Rocko by the collar and stood him up with his front
paws digging into my shoulders and my head pressing against his belly. She
ordered him to stay, then took his pulsing red cock gingerly in her fingers and
pressed the head up against my lips. She ordered me to open up, which I did
readily with Moose's next thrust, and she guided Rocko's member into my mouth.
"Suck, Bill." She ordered me without batting her eyes and I did as she
commanded without question. Rocko, sensing the coming treat adjusted his stance
and dug his claws in to hold me down. I was now pinned and at the mercy of both
dogs as they had their way with me. The lady had made me their bitch.
I could not believe that Moose could get any bigger, but he did. His
dick had to be six inches around and it was so far up my ass that I could almost
taste it. I was crying as I sucked on Rocko's cock that was only slightly
smaller. Then suddenly I felt Moose spewing inside of me. His hot jism filled
my anus and kept going. I felt his cum drooling down my legs as he thrust again
and again. As he settled down, Rocko began to fill my mouth with his own
ejaculation. I was whining and gagging as the Doberman thrust against my mouth,
and somewhere in the background I heard the woman telling me to swallow it. My
own penis felt as though it were on fire, and I heard the woman telling me to
cum. I did, spewing buckets across the hardwood floor under the hassock. I
seemed to go on forever, but eventually I sagged against the stool, totally
spent.
I lay there sobbing, gagging on dog jism as Rocko pulled out of my mouth
and settled onto the floor to lick himself. I expected Moose to do the same,
but he settled on my back, fidgeting as I felt his member expanding again. The
lady changed disks again as she explained-
"Moose will be there for awhile. Dogs develop a knot during sex, and it
takes some time for the swelling to go down. I suggest you settle in and don't
move too much, as you'll just make him mad if you try to get away. You're his
bitch now, Bill. Enjoy it." I started to cry under my doggy-master's weight,
and he just growled, ordering me to be still. I lay there, locked in position
for some time as the woman snapped more pictures of my degradation, then went
back to the kitchen.
She returned with two bowls of water for the dogs, and another slice of
liver for Moose, as well as another beer for herself. She settled into her
chair and just waited, watching television until Moose finally slipped out of me
and padded away, satisfied. She tossed him his liver, which he took to the
corner and quickly devoured before settling in for a rest. I half expected him
to light up a cigarette. The woman then got up and untied me from the stool
before kicking me to the floor. Quietly she retied my ankles in a hobble,
leaving them about six inches apart, then removed my collar and leash. She
stood up and towered over me...
"I'd let Rocko have a turn with you too, Bill, but by rights you belong
to Moose now. I wouldn't want them fighting over you. Maybe next time." I
whimpered, fear and shame rushing through me. "Oh yes, Bill. There will be a
next time. I'll be calling you soon to come up and play. And if you don't,
I'll be sending invitations to all the people you named before; your job, your
friends and family. I'm going to set up a club on a server, Bill, though you
won't know which one. I'm going to post all the pictures I took today, and if
you don't do as I say in the future, I'm going to invite everyone you know to
join my club and see your photos. And they'll hear you say how all of it was
your idea with the recordings you gave me. The Internet is a wonderful thing,
Bill. It makes blackmail so easy, and cheap too." I moaned as she laughed,
then stopped as I felt her foot kicking against my abused butt.
"You've made a mess though..." she said as she moved the hassock out of
the way. I rolled over and saw the puddle of my jism on the floor, along with
Moose and Rocko's overflow that I could not hold. "Clean up that mess, and I'll
let you go." I did as she ordered, humiliated again as I began licking up the
mixture of jism from the two dogs and myself. She took a few more photos, then
left me alone again as she left the room.
I finished and collapsed on the floor before she returned. I was
totally exhausted from my ordeal, but my penis was starting to harden again. I
stared at the dogs. Rocko was fast asleep in one corner, and Moose was watching
me from another. He seemed to have a satisfied smile on his dog face as he
licked his lips and nose with his long tongue. When the lady returned I looked
up at her, hoping that she would finally untie me so that I could go home.
Instead, she produced Sharon's sock again and ordered me to open my
mouth. I did, but before I could protest she was stuffing the sock in. She
then produced her own roll of duct tape and proceeded to wrap one long strip all
the way around my head with several loops. When she finally ripped it free, I
had five layers sealing the sock in my mouth. She hauled me to my feet...
"Mmmmnnn..." I moaned, but she ignored me as she herded me towards the
door. She opened the door of her apartment and pushed me out into the hall. I
staggered up against the far wall, trying not to fall as my ankles were hobbled.
She laughed as I moaned at her.
"You're free to go. I kept my part of the deal, Bill. I didn't say a
word about untying you." She laughed as she shut the door and I began to cry as
I heard her locks sliding into place. I stared at my surroundings; a hallway
exactly like my own but four floors higher. I screwed up my courage and
staggered towards the stairs...
