soles of her feet.
She had never understood the connection between her feet and her orgasms. Every time she got off in a big way, her toes curled and her legs tensed. Now, she was taking the reverse route. Her orgasm wasn't starting in her clit and passing down her legs; it started in her toes and worked its way slowly up her legs.
By the time she exploded again in a wild frenzied climax, she knew that she would never be the same again. She had discovered too many hidden facets of her personality to ever go back to being the same Sandy Kramer.
She loved fucking. Not so much with men, but fucking was her top sport. The feel of a cock driving in and out of her pussy turned her on, but the men fucking her seldom did. Now, she found herself responding to Paul in ways she'd never done before. The more he tortured her, the more he humiliated her, the more she loved it.
The woman hated him, but she loved what he did to her. He was dominant. He made sure that she didn't wrap him around her little finger. That was new to her.
Most of all, she liked the feeling of being tied up. She wasn't responsible for anything done to her. He had her completely at his mercy. She could relax and go along with him. Her hands felt like icy clubs due to the lack of circulation in her hands, but she ignored that. The rough wood cutting into her neck hurt the most. Having her legs pinned so widely apart didn't bother her too much.
It gave the man easy access to her cunt.
'Enough of that,' he said. 'I think it's time to get down to the good stuff.' She moaned softly as he pulled out the cucumber and smeared her pussy with something soft and gooey. She started to ask what he was doing when she felt a rough, wet tongue licking along her cunt-lips. The sudden pleasure flowing through her body felt great. It snapped her awake and brought every nerve in her body to full attention.
'Ummm, God, Paul, why didn't you do this sooner?' she sighed. 'I love it when someone eats my pussy.'
'Who's eating your cunt, you dumb slut?' he asked, moving around to where she could see him. But the licking at her cunt continued even though the man stood in front of her.
He smiled wickedly. 'That nice German Shepherd dog that found its way here. That's who's licking your cunt!'
She went cold all over. The wolf had been bad enough, but to have her pussy licked by a dog repulsed her totally. She sobbed out, 'You animal! How can you do these things to me?'
'Like smearing dog food all over your cunt? It just came to me, in a flash, you know. But don't you like the dog licking at you that way? Want me to stop him?'
'Yes!' she screamed.
It surprised the hell out of her when she heard Paul say, 'Down, boy. She doesn't like that rough tongue of yours moving all over her cunt.' The woman relaxed a little bit. She realized that Paul actually did pull the dog away from her. But, she went cold all over again when she felt hairy legs pressing into either side of her ass.
The dog moved and jerked a little and a slippery dog-prick entered her cunt. She screamed and screamed as the dog started fucking her from behind.
'Shut up,' snapped Paul. 'You're making Bowser here uptight. You wouldn't want to upset a lover, would you?'
The woman felt violated. She hadn't felt this bad inside when Paul had tied her hands and raped her ass. That had been the first time any man had taken her up the back, it had seemed almost natural. She knew ass- fucking was done all the time; she just hadn't done it with a man.
But this!
This was decadent, unnatural and totally humiliating. He had abused her in a variety of ways, and she had come through it all vowing to get even with him. Now her hatred flared more than ever, but she couldn't do a damned thing about the dog puffing and panting as his animal-prick stroked into her pussy.
Fucked by a dog!
She wished she could run and hide, to avoid this sordid scene. But, she was too firmly locked in the wooden stocks. Paul had seen to everything. She couldn't even move her feet. She had to allow the dog to finish, to come in her pussy.
Sandy felt unclean. She wanted to die.
CHAPTER NINE
'Take that fucking dog and get the hell out of my life!' she cried. The man laughed at her. She was at his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted. He was the one in command, and he intended to use his power to the fullest.
'Go on, Rover, lick off your doggy come.'
She felt the dog licking her pussy-lips again. She tried to move away, but couldn't. The stocks held her too firmly. The woman felt her neck chafing where she strained against the rough wood. The lock on the side of the wooden bar held firmly. No amount of jerking around on her part would get it open. Only Paul could free her.
And Paul wasn't about to set her free. He was having too much fun tormenting her with the dog's antics. The dog finally stopped licking her cunt and moved to a warm spot beside the fireplace, and fell asleep.
'That's man's best friend, baby,' Paul said. 'I didn't believe it before, but I'm convinced of it now. He fucked you better than most men, I'd bet.'
'He fucks better than a pencil-prick like you ever could!' the woman raged. She felt so helpless. Yet she had to taunt him with her words. They were the only weapon she had.
'I should gag you.' She felt terror at the thought. 'But I won't. I enjoy hearing you yell and scream. What's it like to have a dog fucking you? How does it feel?'
He rested his hand on her ass. She bent her legs and moved her buttocks away. It did no good. He followed her down and then pinched her. She yelped in pain, but he took no notice of it.
'I think I should punish you for all the nasty things you've said about me. Don't you agree?'
'Swine. Cock-sucking, mother-fucking son of a bitch.'
'You're repeating yourself. You already called me a son of a bitch several times and sucking pricks doesn't appeal to me. But I think you should be trained to stuck my prick.'
She heard him rummaging through the closet at the side of the room. When he came back, he was naked below the waist. He had completely removed his pants to reveal his limp prick. He moved closer to her tightly- fastened head and ordered, 'Suck cock, baby. Give me the best head ever.'
'Rot in hell!'
She cried out in pain when he brought a coat hanger up over his head and lashed her ass with it. The thin wire cut into her flesh and hurt more than the broad leather belt. She still carried some of the welts from that previous spanking. This time it would be worse.
'Suck my cock!'
He whipped her with the wire coat hanger until she felt a thin trickle of blood down the inside of her leg. He was beating her bloody with the hanger. She had to stop him – and the only way of doing that was to give in to his demands. There wasn't any way in hell she could hope to make him stop without sucking his cock.
'I… I'll do it. Stop! Please don't whip me any more! I'll suck you off! I promise.'
'Do it!'
She found it harder to obey his command than she'd thought. He stood just far enough away so that she had to strain hard against the wooden stocks. This chafed her neck even more. By extending her tongue until her jaws ached, she was able to lightly tongue his prick. His prick bucked with enough desire to make it hard.
He edged closer and she managed to take his balls into her mouth. Her lips closed on his hairy nuts and she started sucking. By the time she had his scrotum in her mouth, it had collapsed into a tight, hard sphere. Pressing her tongue into the side of his sac, she felt his balls tumbling and lurching. This told her that he was responding to her sucking.
The man said nothing to let the woman know if he approved. Her only clues were in the way his cock bucked and pulsated against her cheek. Gently, she pushed his balls from her soft lips. She kissed and licked at the base of his prick.
