The sprawling country house was inviting. Kelle had inherited it from her mother Brithana, and Kelle and her sister, Seana, still lived there, even though her Aunt had encouraged them to sell it off and live with her in Manhattan, where she kept four Great Danes in a penthouse and not much else except minimalist furniture and ten rooms of Warhols. Seana and Kelle were now in their late twenties, beautiful young women, slim, and with taut, enviable figures—just like their mom. She had passed away after a sudden illness three years ago, at a young age. Brithana practiced animal sorcery—her own brand of homespun Celtic rituals and high bestial sex. She had perverted her children throughout their childhoods, after her caustic divorce, making them perform sick acts with dogs, eels, horses and snakes. Her kids had never been fucked by a man, and now they, too, hated men. But they were saturated and obsessed by animal cock. Go figure. Sitting on a fortune of nearly $900,000,000 (their aunt was worth far more, and was also a devoted, practicing bestialist) all of them aspired to “sponsor” and adopt children of a variety of races, all about age fifteen years of age, all ripe to be procured and debauched. The four children at the farm compound at the moment, each one recruited from under-developed countries, viewed the twelve-room wood clapboard country mansion, on its thirty-acre estate, with wide-eyed, enforced subservience. They had never seen anything like this. The ulterior purpose for purchasing them from the sex industry, spread over three continents, was, of course, to allow Seana and Kelle to engage in unending animal orgies and uninterrupted sex parties.
The male groundskeepers on the estate seemed to always be mowing the grass and feeding the many dogs and watering the stallions and polo ponies. These men never came up to the main house. Inside, there were two housemaids from Brazil, who never spoke and even when revolting sex acts were being performed right in front of them, never looked up. These women were in their fifties, each one stout, capable and efficient. Finally, there was the cook who handled all the meals. Not a soul in the employment of the heiresses was about to risk their incredibly well-paying jobs to report what really went on at that house. They would lose all their money, and be deported overnight. Seana and Kelle, however, did have a few rules about the domestic female help—just as they could not “comfort” a girl who might be being used in a way to which she objected (such as being fucked by a large dog for the first time) they (the maids) would not be asked to either perform in a sex act or assist in one.
Kelle used the Escalade to pick up the new girl from Mauritania in West Africa. She had come in on a long flight routed through Frankfurt, and landed at LaGuardia about a half-hour ago. She was fourteen and Kelle had only seen her paper file before choosing her. Kamasa Simbee. Normally she liked to Skype a new girl to see her breasts, but the civil war there made that impossible. Her dossier simply listed her figure measurements and indicated she was already a D and slim. As an African not yet circumcised by her village, Kelle reasoned that the girl’s sexual response level should be high. In the airport, the rich, impatient woman held up a sign saying “Kamasa” at the foot of the unrolling steel escalator and minutes later the new mother and daughter were united. They hugged and laughed, both somewhat embarrassed. The young, shy black girl had on a thin yellow dress, a floppy coat and clutched a satchel made of worn corduroy. They got in the car and Kelle turned over the ignition. But before starting out, Kelle, her new mother, pushed the girl’s knees apart rudely and pulled down her thin panties. The girl went rigid and silently let herself be violated, staring straight ahead without emotion. Kelle felt Kamasa’s very thick, kinky black pubic hair and pushed her fingers up into Kamasa’s vagina. Kamasa cried out at the unexpected insertion.
Kelle offered her fingers to the girl.
“Lick. Now you know why you’re here.”
Kamasa slowly sucked her own pussy juice.
“Keep your legs spread and your mouth open during the ride, Kamsasa. Do exactly what I say and you’ll be fine. Just don’t resist. Understand?”
“Yes ma’am. Thanks to ma’am.”
Kamasa never closed her legs, nor did she shut her mouth, during the endless car ride. In about an hour Kelle swung the car with its headlights up into the graveled drive of the otherwise unmarked house. The place was buried deep in the countryside and it was pitch dark. There were only very dim outside lights. Many lights blazed lights inside, however. They got out of the car.
“My four other children are playing inside,” explained Kelle. “My sister Seana is in there too. Seana wants to meet you very much, Kamasa.”
Kelle put her arms on Kamasa’s hips and faced her.
“Kiss me Kamasa. Kiss your new mother for pleasure.”
The fourteen year old reached up and started into a deep kiss. Kelle squeezed the girl’s huge tits, then felt between her legs. The girl opened herself to the touching. Despite her young years, she had seen women being used since she was a little girl. She did want to please. Every single hope Kamasa had was riding on her new mother’s approval of her. Kelle shoved her fingers deep inside her pussy, and Kamasa let out a gratified moan.
“You are going to have your brains fucked out here, Kamasa. You have no idea what goes on. If you don’t like sex, we will break you in, understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Let’s meet your new family, shall we? Some of them have really big dicks. Sluts like us love those, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The first thing Kamasa saw when Kelle threw open the wide front door, with its frosted glass panes, was a young black girl about her age being savagely fucked by a Labrador dog, with tape on his forepaws. The dog was desperately screwing the girl as if she was his bitch, his tail cork-screwing around, the nails on his back feet clicking on the tiles. The girl was screaming at the top of her lungs,
“Oh my fucking God, get him out of me, his cock is too big, it’s too fucking big, his fucking dick is too thick for my tight vagina, Jesus I’m only twelve, Don’t make me fuck a dog!—can’t you hear me, I’m knotted to him, don’t you care, oh god oh my god it fucking hurts my pussy!”—and she started sobbing.
The dog started squirting something in the young girl and it ran down her slim, smooth thighs, but he continued his insatiable copulating with the human bitch.
Kelle bent over and pulled the girls head up and spit savagely in her childish face.
“You’re a whore, Mitra. You don’t fool me. You’re just another dog fucker. You’re gonna suck off a horse too! Tomorrow, do you understand? In the stables, while Seana and I watch!”
Kamasa covered her face with her hands, and just stood there trembling. The appalling sight made her sick. Kelle grabbed her by the arm and walked her to a side area. The young girl kept begging, kept screaming for someone to get “him” off her.
“Get undressed!” Kelle ordered Kamasa in an even voice.
This might have been dialogue from a concentration camp.
“You’re going to get fucked by a dog too! Put your things there! Hurry up!”
Kelle also started to strip, slowly and thoughtfully. The terrified Kamasa took off her skirt over her head with trembling hands, then reached around desperately trying to undo her bra. She knew her breasts were huge for a girl her age. Her underarms were unshaved like her pussy. She tried to hide the hair.
“Faster, faster. I wanna see them, I wanna see those tits!” Kelle yelled angrily, turning around and barking the order.
Without warning Kelle went up to Kamasa and literally started slapping the girl, striking her on the face and head, screaming at her,
“Let me see your tits and your pussy! I’m obsessed with them! I have been all week! Hurry you bitch!”
Kamasa pulled off all her clothes and the two stood there staring at one another. Kamasa was terrified. She felt so exposed. She knew her breasts were enormous and just hanging out, like a cow’s udders. She felt like a fucking milkcow. Kelle stared at the girl’s udders. And her black, kinky snatch of hair.
“Kneel down,” Kelle croaked, almost hoarse with lust. She urgently pointed to the floor. Kelle had a huge muff of blonde-gold hair covering her pussy. Kamasa also sported a huge black bush. Her tits were jiggling as she moved, exciting the evil Kelle with her every movement. As a beautiful young black girl, Kamasa now understood why she had been adopted into this hellish house of rape and dog-semen and defilement. It was because of her sex organs. Her glands. She was just glands and holes, no more than that. So the young girl kneeled humbly in front of Kelle.
“Look up at it. Look at my beautiful muff of hair, Kamasa, dear. Good. Now open your mouth.”, said Kelle dreamily.
Kamasa did exactly as she was ordered, and opened her mouth and stuck her tongue way out.
Kelle rubbed the soft downy muff in the fourteen year old’s mouth. Then she grabbed her strongly by the back of the neck. She gave an audible sigh and slowly and sweetly began to piss in the African girl’s open mouth as Kamasa’s hands flew around. Finally the girl stopped resisting and started to guzzle the urine. She started swallowing as much as she could, in her hopelessness. She understood already that she was to be used in this way. The dogs. And pissing. And group sex with animals and women. God, and who knows what else.
“Drink it. Drink it all,” whispered Kelle, as she continued to quietly urinate into her daughter’s mouth.
“Taste it! Enjoy it! Fill your pretty belly with my piss!,” she cried, lost in delicious pleasure. “Drink your mother’s golden hot piss. That’s it, that’s momma’s girl, that’s itso good.”
When Kelle pulled away, laughing, Kamasa just stared straight ahead again, her face and hair and taut black breasts and nipples covered with big drops of the white woman’s urine. It reminded Kelle of the way Kamasa had looked in the car, when she was being touched and probed. She was already resigned and hopeless, her desire for a new life snuffed out once again.
At that moment Kelle’s sister Seana came in and saw what was happening.
“This is Kamasa,” Kelle announced. “The new dog-bitch from Mauritania. She needs to be bred. Tonight.”
“Cool,” said Seana. “Stand up, Kamasa.”
Seana had huge boobs like everyone else she had met, and the requisite huge muff of carefully brushed-out pussy hair. She wore a black dog collar. Her nipples were pierced and heavy iron rings hung from them. Hair curled furiously in her slim, ivory armpits. She walked over to Kamasa, who tried to smile at her in a friendly way, although she was terrified.
Seana instantly slapped Kamasa so hard her teeth rattled.
“Why are you fucking looking at me??,” cried Seana. “You’re just a fucking sex slave. You stare ONLY at pussies here. You don’t look in my face. And you keep your legs spread when you sit, and your cock-sucking mouth open in case I wanna stick a dog’s dick in it. Understand, bitch? You’re to be available. Your holes are your only worth in this house. You are fresh for fucking now—but after two years here you’ll be too used up to fuck well and we’ll sell you off. That is your only future here, do you understand. Don’t lie to yourself. Dripping pussies, and hair and dog cocks.”
Then Seana walked over to Kamasa and kissed her lips sweetly. Then, like Kelle, she coughed and brought up spit and blew it in the girl’s face violently, while grabbing her genitals. Kamasa turned her face away involuntarily. Seana reached up and grabbed Kamasa’s chin, brought her face around, and spit in her face again, till drool ran down. Seana turned to her sister, Kelle, and said evenly,
“Get Saul. He’s out back.”
Kelle, despite her nudity, obeyed at once.
Kamasa stood there. “Saul” was obviously the dog they would use on her. She knew she would be bred on her first night, like the other new girl in the foyer. She had seen what that was like and she stood there, nude and exposed, her pussyy hair huge. She fought back tears. Seana began fingering her pussy in front of her without shame, or even glancing her way. Kamasa knew Seana was worse than Kelle—even sicker—and she would be supervising her first dog-fuck.
Kelle returned leading a young male Great Dane. She led the huge animal by a short black lead, its proud head erect, as Kamasa was allowed to look on in terror. Seana kneeled at the frightening dog’s side and began silently taping his forepaws with wide masking tape. When he mated with Kamasa this would prevent her flanks from being scratched and ripped up. Seana began cooing and adoring and worshipping and petting the animal. Saul was not from a vicious breed. He was instinctive, however, like all dogs in rut. And right now he was picking up the intense smells off all the women’s pussies in the small room. He began getting aroused.
“Isn’t my dog pretty? Hmm? Aren’t you, Saul? Aren’t you just the prettiest little big-dicked baby there ever was? Don’t you know I want to suck on your thick red slimy dong? Suck down your milky semen? Oh I want to bear your pups, Saul! In my human womb! I want that dick all the way up into my cock-sucking cervix. But instead, we have this very pretty little girl for you tonight. We’re going to feed Kamasa to you for fun. Find her soul, and fuck it for me! Now, kneel down Kamasa. Kneel next to me. Good girl! I’m going to work his mother-fucking prick out of his darling hairy sheath so you can lick it, and lap at it and suck on it and worship its strength before it FUCKS you!”
“Do you want to get FUCKED Kamasa? By my doggie?”
“Yes, ma’am. I want to be fucked” [what else could she say?]
“Do you want to nurse on his prick like a little baby at the breast?”
“Y-yes!”
As Kamasa knelt beside the cock-demented Seana, Seana skimmed her small white palm lightly underneath Saul’s furry belly, then gently stroked the beast’s hairy under-sheath. She frowned and closed her hand at the base of Saul’s member and started to squeeze his swelling knot insistently and began a persistent pumping action along its curved twelve-inch boner. A slight tip of red appeared at the animal’s little piss slot. Seana went mad at the sight of that little pink nubbin.
“Come on, Saul! Come on, boy!” she repeated with growing hysteria. She was coming unglued, frigging the dog like one possessed. “Get it out you cock-sucker. I wanna see that dick!!”
The dog’s cock started to seriously emerge—huge and red, a deep scarlet red, covered with angry, boiling veins. This was no human man’s penis. It was rock-hard, with a sharp bend in it, and a long, weird tapering point.
“Oh my God!”, Kamasa burted out, covering her mouth, as the dog’s genitals fully emerged.
Seana laughed out-loud.
“Soon he will own you, Kamasa! Saul makes every girl his bitch for life!”
Kamasa burst into real tears at the prophecy.
“Mistress, please, my pussy can’t take that thing. Look at it!” she pleaded. “Please don’t put that in me. He’ll tear me up. I’ve seen how they hump into girls!”
“Get on your hands and knees, slave. Immediately,” ordered Seana.
She was cold with fury at the upstart slave’s reluctance.
“We’ll find out one way or the other if you can handle my animal. He’s going to have you just like all his other bitches—doggy style!”
Kamasa obeyed, tears flowing down her young cheeks. She got on hands and knees beside the dog. Then she shut her eyes tight and felt Seana and the dog at her bare fourteen year-old buttocks. She felt the huge sweating weight of the animal as he was lifted onto her slim, nude back and dropped in place. Immediately the animal clutched at her ribcage with his taped forepaws, and she felt his hot breath right close on her neck. Then she felt something altogether slimy and huge at her ass-cheeks and started to scream “NOOOOO, NOOOOO!!!!!” They were about to insert Saul’s penis into her vagina. Then her pussy was pulled wide open and the animal, sensing the placement, bunched-up his powerful hindquarters, plunged his dick into her and started humping her frantically, needing relief. Kamasa kept hollering for help. The dog-cock felt like a tree stump packed up into her fourteen year-old hairy pussy. It reached as far at least as her cervix. Saul’s pounding was relentless, like her begging. The pounding threw her forward onto her elbows because of the animal’s weight, but Saul fell with her and kept up the beautiful girl’s her delicious defilement. Now she felt his revolting panting and dog-drool pooling on her shoulder blades and dripping down her flanks. She realized the animal was bored, dripping saliva on her. She really was just a wet hole to him. But the grinding kept up, steady and relentless. She could feel his semen shooting up into her now.
Then things changed, a little at a time, for young Kamasa. Seana and Kelle spotted the moment when it came. In fact, they were watching for it. Despite Kamasa’s rebellion, the dog dick, buried deep inside her tight vaginal walls, really did fill and complete the young woman’s otherwise empty and pointless cunt. Despite her repugnance for being an animal’s object, her objection to being a mere dog-whore, a small tickle of pleasure—a heat—began in little Kamasa’s lower back region as she was knotted and fucked by the uncomprehending brute. Then the heat traveled imperceptibly to her inner thighs, and up like a little spot of flame, turning into her womb. Suddenly it shot outward. The dog’s friction hit her wet, pink pussy folds—and then the dog’s cock touched her actual clitoris, sliding over it roughly, at a good angle. For the first time, Kamasa allowed actual pleasure to break through her fear and anger. She began cumming uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back in her head involuntarily. Suddenly the young girl pissed. And she shrieked and shrieked and bellowed like a milk-heavy cow without dignity as Seana and Kelle kissed each other at the triumph. The girl wanted pleasure now, more than selfhood, more than affirmations of her own miniscule worth, or any kind of fictitious personal integrity. She just wanted cock. Dog cock. This was what they meant by Saul owning each one of his many bitches. He fucked Kamasa’s brains out for over twenty more blissful minutes. She lost count of how many orgasms Seana’s dog generously gave to her. He fucked her to jelly, using her indifferently for his own pleasure. Soon she loved being nothing but the dog’s sperm bag. When he was done using her, and slipped his prick out of her loins and went to a corner to lick his splendid red dick, she crawled over to him like a dog herself and cleaned him up with her tongue, lapping gratefully at the red dong.
She couldn’t get enough.