bloody cum. She got up again and joined Lucy.
The guard handed Zoey a towel. “Wipe your ass.” He cocked his head, clicked his tongue. “What the fuck is it with you two? When will you learn?”
He pointed to rings bolted to the floor. “Get down, hands and knees. Grab the rings.” Similar setup to the room where she’d been forced to wear the leather hood. Their hands were snapped into the cuffs. Several feet of floor separated the two women. Hands pulling her ankles wide apart. His chest was pushed to the floor, her ass held up in the air by someone beneath her torso, guiding her hips.
Lucy was pushed into the same position.
“Listen up, you two. If you move, not only will you have to go through this anyway, but I’ll beat the shit out of you first. Clear? Answer yes or no.”
Voices shaking, both said yes. Zoey wished for her death, wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole.
“Okay, we’re ready,” he said.
Zoey heard a door click open, heard panting breaths like an overzealous lover … heard the slight whines, the sniffing. Felt the cold, wet nose pressed against her groin, inspecting the bloody, torn anus. Then the nose moved further, seeking out her vagina … its tongue followed, lapping at her cunt.
“Oh, no …” Lucy moaned. “No!”
Zoey forced her mouth shut, forced herself not to say a word. Felt paws on her lower back and then around her abdomen. The animal’s large, hard penis pressed against her crotch. The shock of penetration, ragged breath harsh, uneven, arms quivering, the dog’s moist panting against her back, its sharp claws digging into her flesh. It nipped her, pushed into her, its rhythm awkward, feral. It finally pulled out and was gone. Her wrists were unlocked and someone pulled her up off the floor, and she was pushed toward the other women.
Lucy’s dog finished shortly after, but she was left in the same position. A guard removed his belt and struck Lucy, the cracks sounding like gunshots. Lucy was sobbing but not saying a word.
“If you move, Lucy, it’ll only get worse. If you speak , Lucy, it’ll get horrible. Do you understand? Yes or no.”
“Yuh-yes!” she wailed.
“Okay, we’re ready.”
Zoey turned her head toward the door as the dog handler entered the room. The Great Dane’s cock was enormous, at least twelve inches long, several inches thick. It swayed between its legs like a massive pendulum as it trotted over, licked Lucy’s crotch before mounting her.
Lucy’s agonized screams pierced Zoey’s ears and shredded her heart. Over the animal’s guttural snarls, she heard the soft sound of Lucy’s vagina tearing, like tissue paper being ripped to shreds.
A minute later the dog trotted off, leaving Lucy sobbing in a puddle of blood.
“Get her on her feet,” James said, entering the room. He stood before Lucy, glared at her, and then shook his head. He wandered a few feet away and motioned for the guards to bring Lucy over, and she was secured face-up to the rings on the floor.
“Get me the Pear,” he said, and Lucy began to sob.
The women beside Zoey gasped or squeezed their eyes shut.
“Please, James,” Lucy moaned, panting, near hysterics. “Please don’t. I swear I’ll listen. I’ll do whatever you say. I swear to god …” But her choking sobs cut off her words, and what followed next was a shrill scream that rattled Zoey’s eardrums.
James ignored her pleas and accepted the device from the guard who had retrieved it.
On the floor Lucy twitched, her knees jammed together in a futile attempt to ward off her attacker, her body twisted as if undecided which direction it desired to go.
“Spread her,” he said, and Lucy howled, threw back her head.
The Pear was named for its shape, the large metallic oval head supported by a thick rod leading to its base. At the end of the rod, a lever. Metal prongs adorned the head of the Pear.
James pushed the Pear into Lucy’s vagina, and Zoey could see the oversized bulb
The guard handed Zoey a towel. “Wipe your ass.” He cocked his head, clicked his tongue. “What the fuck is it with you two? When will you learn?”
He pointed to rings bolted to the floor. “Get down, hands and knees. Grab the rings.” Similar setup to the room where she’d been forced to wear the leather hood. Their hands were snapped into the cuffs. Several feet of floor separated the two women. Hands pulling her ankles wide apart. His chest was pushed to the floor, her ass held up in the air by someone beneath her torso, guiding her hips.
Lucy was pushed into the same position.
“Listen up, you two. If you move, not only will you have to go through this anyway, but I’ll beat the shit out of you first. Clear? Answer yes or no.”
Voices shaking, both said yes. Zoey wished for her death, wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole.
“Okay, we’re ready,” he said.
Zoey heard a door click open, heard panting breaths like an overzealous lover … heard the slight whines, the sniffing. Felt the cold, wet nose pressed against her groin, inspecting the bloody, torn anus. Then the nose moved further, seeking out her vagina … its tongue followed, lapping at her cunt.
“Oh, no …” Lucy moaned. “No!”
Zoey forced her mouth shut, forced herself not to say a word. Felt paws on her lower back and then around her abdomen. The animal’s large, hard penis pressed against her crotch. The shock of penetration, ragged breath harsh, uneven, arms quivering, the dog’s moist panting against her back, its sharp claws digging into her flesh. It nipped her, pushed into her, its rhythm awkward, feral. It finally pulled out and was gone. Her wrists were unlocked and someone pulled her up off the floor, and she was pushed toward the other women.
Lucy’s dog finished shortly after, but she was left in the same position. A guard removed his belt and struck Lucy, the cracks sounding like gunshots. Lucy was sobbing but not saying a word.
“If you move, Lucy, it’ll only get worse. If you speak , Lucy, it’ll get horrible. Do you understand? Yes or no.”
“Yuh-yes!” she wailed.
“Okay, we’re ready.”
Zoey turned her head toward the door as the dog handler entered the room. The Great Dane’s cock was enormous, at least twelve inches long, several inches thick. It swayed between its legs like a massive pendulum as it trotted over, licked Lucy’s crotch before mounting her.
Lucy’s agonized screams pierced Zoey’s ears and shredded her heart. Over the animal’s guttural snarls, she heard the soft sound of Lucy’s vagina tearing, like tissue paper being ripped to shreds.
A minute later the dog trotted off, leaving Lucy sobbing in a puddle of blood.
“Get her on her feet,” James said, entering the room. He stood before Lucy, glared at her, and then shook his head. He wandered a few feet away and motioned for the guards to bring Lucy over, and she was secured face-up to the rings on the floor.
“Get me the Pear,” he said, and Lucy began to sob.
The women beside Zoey gasped or squeezed their eyes shut.
“Please, James,” Lucy moaned, panting, near hysterics. “Please don’t. I swear I’ll listen. I’ll do whatever you say. I swear to god …” But her choking sobs cut off her words, and what followed next was a shrill scream that rattled Zoey’s eardrums.
James ignored her pleas and accepted the device from the guard who had retrieved it.
On the floor Lucy twitched, her knees jammed together in a futile attempt to ward off her attacker, her body twisted as if undecided which direction it desired to go.
“Spread her,” he said, and Lucy howled, threw back her head.
The Pear was named for its shape, the large metallic oval head supported by a thick rod leading to its base. At the end of the rod, a lever. Metal prongs adorned the head of the Pear.
James pushed the Pear into Lucy’s vagina, and Zoey could see the oversized bulb
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