As she walked out of the workshop I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big situation but if you watch carefully - and I like to watch - you can see many things. Loitering near the car parking area at the Arnedale kernel was an easy place to stalk my prey and she would be no different. She looked different with her wearing apparel on but there was no mistaking her ‘ Christmas carol the cunt'or ‘ twat Carol'or ‘ Daddys'it made no difference what name you used, it was the same char that I had seen on Wifeposter for the by few months. I preferred her usual pose - tits out, legs spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde cleaning lady that was picking her way through the bunch towards her car. I walked a few paces behind her until she reached her finish and noted her registration number as she fumbled with her Key amid the jumble of her shopping and purse.



Fifteen minutes after arriving domicile I had found her name, destination, date of birth, passport numeral, medical disc ... the internet is a herculean tool if you know how to use it. I even found some photograph on flicker, like to those posted. I smiled to myself and reached down and chuck hellion, my ember black Great Dane ‘ What do you consider old fella, shall we induce some fun with this slut ? Been a while since we had someone to play with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my next move…..



The vantage of a dog is that nearly people don't look at you, they look at the dog. If it's clean and jerk, quiet, salubrious looking and on a booster cable they seem to entrust you more than if you were on your own, it's almost as if they think ‘ He loves his dog, he must be ok'..If only they knew ! That's probably what cunt Carol - as she had already become to me - thought when she saw me on her street a couple of day later. I was kneeling down with Old Nick not far from the driver's face door of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the catch. I didn't look up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost finger her smiling at the big black dog as she reached into her purse for her headstone.



A quick look behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the whorl I stood just and took a long footstep towards her with the dog's extend held taught between my manpower. In an jiffy it was around her neck, my strong weapon pulling it mingy, forearms braced against her shoulder blade as I used as often insistency as I dared. The shock and the pain paralyzed her for a few moments but as I pulled harder, my articulatio genus in the small of her dorsum she began to react, head tossing from side to side, arms reaching for the leather cutting off her breath.



"Carol baby, if you don't want to die here and now then put your handwriting down and keep still. Do as I say and you will live, disobey me and you will die."I applied a lilliputian to a greater extent pressure and her hands waved ineffectually around her neck opening before dropping to her side of meat. I pushed her firmly towards the cover of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dogs'poser in the windowpane. The the boot was unlocked and a nudge with my knee made the threshold soaring upwards, exposing the empty dark space inside. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her drumhead firmly down into the duvet I had placed there earlier. My left hand held her nous down as I pulled the formal gag out of my pocket with my right. I moved my hand from the side of her caput and gripped her nose, causing her head to jerk back and her oral cavity to unfold. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the full Velcro shoulder strap tight. In the gloominess I could see the clean of her eye get liberal as she began to realize there was no leakage and the electrical shock of my assault wore off to be replaced by fear and dread. Her bridge player were easily secured behind her back with a nylon cable system tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot - her chick riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her ankles.



I slipped the black velvet drawstring bag that served as a goon over her head and wondered if she could smell the cold aroma and ready up from the others that had been in her office ; the thought making my turncock stagger that spear carrier nick to it's arduous. What had the terminal one been called ? Teresa. That was it. She was improbable, slim and acrobatic, her struggles and my requital now a confection memory.



Pulling the duvet around her I slammed the boot shut before opening the two driver's side of meat doors. Devil jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back seat as I quickly started the locomotive engine and drove carefully out of the car parkland. I was soon following the foretoken for the airport and shortly afterwards pulled into the foresighted effort that leads to the old cottage in Knutsford my parents left me. What the bungalow lacked in creature comforts - central heat for instance - it made up for it with that most preciously of commodities, seclusion. I parked the car at the side of the house and opened the backrest door before opening the kick and cutting the tie holding her pegleg. She didn't struggle as I pulled her out of the boot and onto her feet. Her mind was hanging forward and I could hear rasping sobbing coming from inside the goon as care and the deficiency of O combined to crucify her.

I gripped the cover of her jacket and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the threshold behind me. I started to push her through the kitchen and up to the stairs but she was difficult to control, bumping into the table and then the room access frame as she started to stand. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar rete, not too hard, just enough to knock the breath out of her. As she slumped forward from the setback I hooked my shoulder into her waist and lifted her in a fire-eater's raise before carrying her up the stair and into what I laughingly called the guest bedroom. My guests have not always appreciated the time and trouble I have taken to make their hitch with me memorable but I think of it as part of the service. The solid oak threshold has been altered to direct a five full point ringlet, the windowpane has tight fitting intragroup shutters, the trading floor and wall have been covered with acoustic underlay to deaden the strait but it's the bed I'm most gallant of. Made from scaffold magnetic pole it is bolted to the floor with the ‘ headboard'extending to the ceiling both for stability and to provide a smorgasbord of fixing points for the hamper that I provide for the ‘ puff and security'of my Guest. public eye centering on the bed as do two cameras linked to the pc for recording that can be played through the tv downstairs.

Throwing her down onto the bed I was able to appear at her properly for the first time. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a sane digit. Her pleasing bust was an salient feature article but I was trusted there would be plenty more to love. She was dressed for business sector in a smart grey suit, black blouse, tights and flat pitch blackness shoes. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting the great unwashed with a warming smiling, all the time wondering if her next node would be someone that had wanked over pictures of her defenseless body on a internet site at the weekend. Turning her onto her stomach I cut the tie holding her radiocarpal joint together and pulled of the short grey jacket off her shoulder. She started to struggle so I put my knee onto the pocket-size of her back while I undid the push and zip on the dorsum of her skirt. Once the zip was open I just gripped each face and pulled hard, ripping the skirt in two and leaving her in just her tights, underwear and blouse. I rolled her over onto her back and grabbed her forget wrist. Attached to the bed were two chains with wrist joint bands at the end and I fixed one firmly around her wrist, doing the warp up as tight as potential. Moving around the former side I did the same with her aright wrist before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her eyes were bulging out of her head, weeping were streaming down her side and she looked frightened. Looking at the berth I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a virgin, I'd seen her on the internet advertising herself as a bitch for fucking, what was wrong with me ? I gave a niggling suspire and pulled out my lock knife. Opening the blade caused more pule and struggling against the chains and I was tempted to give her a smacking to quieten her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably approach and just started to talk to her calmly"carol, I'm not going to harm you. Not at all. In fact I hope we enjoy our time together. I only have the knife to that I can make you more comfortable. You don't normally go to bed fully clothed do you ?"I reached forward and took hold of the waistband of her tights before cutting then, letting the knife pillow slip through the material so that it parted before pulling the shreds of stuff down and off her peg along with her shoes.

I reached for her blouse but stopped, realizing that I was being too hasty."Be right back"I said, patting her cheek in a reassure way before running down the stairs. I paused in the waiting room to switch on the pc and the cameras so I could savour the legal action again afterwards before going and getting Devil out of the car. When I got back to the bedroom it was obvious that she had been moving around testing her bounds as her blouse was now twisted to one side, displaying a glance of a contraband bra that matched the tiny lace breeches she was wearing."Sorry to keep you."I said as a seize custody of her ankles and pulled her down the bed, stretching her out again. I pulled her blouse down so it hung neatly before climbing onto the bed and straddling her rosehip. I looked around and saw to my atonement that monster was sitting on his haunches in the recess of the elbow room taking a knifelike sake in what was going on. If anything she looked even more panic-stricken as I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it into the corner of the room. I knew that the Christ Within and the slim down lustre of effort would combine to make me calculate even more powerful than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening look of veneration that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was time to unwrap my present. I ran my paw up her flanks and onto her berm before lightly dragging my palms down her tit, feeling the firm swell of her bod and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt good, her boob filling my big hands as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her chest and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the fingerbreadth of my hands between the two sides and ripped the blouse open, button flying across the room, the auditory sensation causing her to flinch. I carried on mauling her tits through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my pouch and pulling out my knife. I opened the blade and touched the full stop to her brow, the just pressing being caused by its own weight as I gently ran it down her nose, lips, chin and throat before hooking it under the mid point of her bra and pulling sharply upwards, cutting it in two. I cut the shoulder strap and pulled the shredded bra off her. I paused to expect at the label, noting the 36C size before throwing the remains towards Devil who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love pap and hers were nifty. Big but floppy, a real handful. I squeezed and squashed them in my mitt, marvelling at the weight and elasticity, watching them move beneath my skin senses. I rubbed my ovolo over the nipples and felt them answer so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two fingers, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the capital the response so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both hands on her right bosom and squeezed it, forcing the rock hard nipple upwards…I bent my mind down and sucked it deep into my sassing, loving the hard rubbery flavor as my knife lashed at it. I sucked as intemperate as I could and felt her archway her back towards me as if undetermined between pleasure and pain. I did the Same with the leftfield one and then crushed them together, sucking both nipples into my backtalk before gently biting down, grinding my teeth together with the hard human body trapped between them. I looked up and saw a deplume forming in the corner of her eye so I relented and sat back up, flicking each one alternately with my unattackable fingers.

My stopcock was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my rear to her, stripped the rest of my clothes off. A couple of quick rubs had me at my full size of it and I looked her straight in the eye when I turned round. Her face was a mixing of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my cock for the for the first time time. There is always a disputation about black cat being bigger or not but god didn't leave me short I'm pleased to say. At almost ten in long and thick enough to take most women wince I could see that she was shocked at my size. She knew I was going to fuck her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. low gear, I decided to charter the hotness out of the situation. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my rooster between her tits, wrapping the soft anatomy around me I began to gently love the smooth valley…..boy did it sense good !

I pulled them apart and spit out down onto her tits and my putz, the spittle combining with the sweat to give me some lubrication as I wrapped her flesh tightly around me and began to fuck those baby in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more energize as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the familiar tightening in my orb and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my duncical sticky nerve all over her face, cervix and nipple. She had closed her eyes tightly as I was fucking her mammilla abut now she started to open them, only to induce some spunk run into her left eye."Don't worry baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'climbing off her I clicked my finger at Devil and pointed at her. The big black dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my mettle off her, which was the finale thing she expected. It was as if she had received an electric shock, she twisted and turned as if having a convulsion, desperate to get the dog's big wet glossa off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the taste of kindling. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's sufficiency, down you get."I said, pointing to the corner again.

Tears were flowing down her cheeks now as she her imagination ran riot trying to judge what my encounter next. She couldn't in her wildest nightmares have considered that an hour after leaving her safe piffling business firm she would be chained au naturel to a bed with me and my dog for company."Well then Carol'I said ‘ Lashkar-e-Toiba get to the main case, you keep talking about your bitch so it's time to see what the trouble is about'as I took hold of the shank stripe of her diminutive lace pant. I pulled them roughly with my bridge player, tearing the dilute slope, ripping them to shreds before using them to pass over her face and neck of the slobber from Devil and the cadaver of my touchwood. I tossed soppy scrap of lace to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her articulatio talocruralis and spreading her legs spacious, then pushing back so they bent at the knee so she was encompassing opened before me.

Her pussy was perfectly shaven and not as tight looking as some. It looked from the stretch marks that she had had nestling but I also thought about all that internet stuff and guessed that she spent most dark in strawman of the computing device with her legs counterpane, finger buried deep inside her slutty hole. As I slipped my thick index finger down her slit I couldn't assist cerebration that being slightly stretched would aid her have my cock. Despite her battle and bout I could finger some moisture in her pussy as I worked my digit bass inside her, twisting as I forced it all the way in before pulling it out and then back in again, working slowly before adding another on to it. I loved the pile of her cunt opening up before me, my thick brown finger's breadth stretching the pink flesh. I pushed my thumb forward and began to slowly rub her clit in little circles, moving my digit thick inside her at the same prison term. Despite her predicament - chained to a bed, formal gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a blackness unknown with a big cock - I felt her start to reply, felt her snatch relaxing and become moister, her juices beginning to flow as her body started to oppose to my exigent probing. My digit were really deep now, my metacarpophalangeal joint banging hard against her with every thrust of my arm and I could feel that she was trying not to thrust her cunt back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it child, lead your delight where you can, I know I do."I started twisting my hand as I banged my long thick digit oceanic abyss inside her, turning my finger as I sought her ‘ g'spot. She was jerking her hips towards my every stab now and making some very strange noises as she struggled for breath against the ball gag and the rising tide of her orgasm….as I pulled my finger to the border of her bitch I added another one, shoving three of my rough finger's breadth deep inside her. She arched her back with the blow and no doubt the pain but by the time I had buried them up to my knuckles her legs were shaking and she was turning red from lack of oxygen as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't wait. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs, stroking my cock to maximum hardness. Pushing her stage wide-eyed I rubbed my boss over her clit, coating it with her juices before slipping through her lips to the entry to her tunnel. Despite my rough fingering there was still a lot or impedance as I pushed my node firmly into her. Tears once to a greater extent forge in her optic as I buried the head of my dick deep inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to aline my location I grabbed a big fat tit with each hand and squeezed as I inched my tool all the way up her. She was tossing her head from English to side as I kept pushing without a pause, stretching her wide as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent meter chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would have been begging me to fuck her slutty twat with my big black cock, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would predict it rape. No matter, the end result was the same, my powerful hips had buried my peter balls deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really closely at first, the first of all thirty or forty separatrix from my dick meeting some resistance but gradually she began to loosen up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most glorious dummy, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her nipples hard that I almost didn't notification her cumming again, I just felt the wetness bed cover all over my balls.

She looked fantastic chained and gagged and even for mortal with my control I could feel myself getting closer. I let go of her tits and pulled out of her while I moved her legs onto my berm, keeping her wide I bent her almost three-fold before spearing her snatch again with my big cock. In this position I could depend down onto her expression as I raped her, revel the fear in her eyes as I pounded her pussy knockout, both of us knowing there was no safety valve, that I could keep her here as long as I wanted to and fuck her as often as I wanted. I pulled my lips back over my teeth in a grimace, silently nodding to confirm our shared knowledge as I felt my stopcock swell even bigger before I came with a gasp, pumping what felt like pints of my scalding spunk abstruse inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my replete weighting pinning her Down as I lay with sweat dripping off the end of my nose onto her, gently biting the piano flesh of her neck.

My cock began to relent and slip out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her legs feast, kitty gaping and spunk dripping out of her. Standing at the side of the bed I motioned to Devil with my handwriting and he needed no back dictation to rise on the bed kickoff licking my spunk out of her. She struggled less this meter, either she was numb from the fucking and fingering or she had already guessed that it would happen. I could see the dog's prick standing proud between his legs as he was becoming excited by the taste of my mettle and her succus, his bum wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked Carol would have noticed a ‘ H'pattern in slightly smaller scaffold subway leaning against the rampart, the gist bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its property at the end of the bed, the down tubes slotting snugly into the bed frame. From the depot box in the corner I pulled out a heavy studded dog collar with a duration of chain attached and buckled it around her neck. The other end of the chain I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm irons. She immediately pulled her weapon down to her side of meat to turn the tension in her berm. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her around to the end of the bed before putting her down in her very unsteady pegleg. The range of mountains between the arrest and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive breasts stick out enticingly. I ran my hands over them gleefully before turning her around and bending her over the bar., the padding fitting neatly against her waistline. She supported herself on her forearms as I quickly re-attached the chains on her limb to the incline of the bed. From my box of tricks I took out a couple of heavy duty Velcro straps and take a hop her ankle joint to the bed build.

She now presented a very exciting sight, her nates in the air and her legs apart, the pillaged lips of her slit dangling undefended at the perfective Angle for my pecker and fingers. I stroked and patted her tooshie, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her ruck up pickle, it too showing signs of recent action at law. Dirty cunt I thought as I gave her a slap, loving the red mark my hand made. Looking at my storage box I saw the perfect way to raise that attractive arse. It wasn't a professional cat o'nine posterior but I knew from experience that it was capable of producing a filthy gyp. The foremost pair were quite aristocratical but still made her brain jerked meat back in seismic disturbance at the pain. I could sense myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her pale figure, the nates leaving red lines across her behind and the cover of her legs. I really had to sputter to control myself as I gave her a few more separatrix, the temptation to put all my force-out and weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to draw lineage, not this sentence at to the lowest degree anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my manus over her now bright red arse, enjoying the heat my trouncing had produced. Her puckered hole looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a short before replacing it with my much larger thumb. Pushing my thumb deep inside her asshole I curled my fingers into her cunt, feeling my hired man almost connect ; only held apart by the thin membrane. I was willing to bet that she had been DP'd hatful of times, or at the very to the lowest degree had experimented with a big toy up her arsehole as she rubbed her clit.

The next thing I pulled out of my storage box caused outstanding hullabaloo. Not for me, not for Christmas carol but Devil knew what they meant and was immediately eager. The footling leather boots that covered his paws had been hand made for me in a fetich shop to my specification, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing looking at when I placed the club and collected it a week later. Devils cock was at full extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the little boot. I'd decided that they were necessity after he scratched one pitiable girl half to destruction, her distress didn't hassle me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in blood every fourth dimension I fucked her afterwards. Once the boots were fitted I left Devil sitting in the corner licking his shaft while I went and stood by Carol. My fingers slipped easily into her slit and I worked them around, pleased to find she was still fairly wet from my spunk dripping out of her."Now Carol"I said"You may have thought you were a hardihood little putz loving slut, fucking and sucking your way through the domain and having the clip of your life. Bet you thought you had tried everything didn't you ? Well, maybe this is the one thing you hadn't considered. It's Devil's turn now !"

With that I clicked my fingers and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to sniff her he was soon up on his hind peg, his front mitt on her shoulders and his long cock searching for her twat. She thrashed her drumhead and shoulders about but with her leg tied and her head pulled forward there was very niggling she could do. fiend is a big dog and must weigh almost 10 stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his pecker into position and he was soon pumping his long red cock deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the head of the bed and looked into her eyes. They seemed full of shame, the tear streaming down her face and the Mexican valium of saliva running down her chin telling their own narration of her degradation. As I watched I saw Devil tense as he pumped some spunk inscrutable inside her, her eyes flashing wider as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. After a brief pause he was pumping hard again and before long cumming once more. Dogs are amazing, he must have cum six sentence before her started to retard down and I moved around behind her for a tight look. I could see that his knot was now lodged in her cunt and after he tensed and shuddered for the seventh prison term he tried to pull out out but the knot was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

Devil sat in the box once more licking his cock clean while I inspected the sweetie stream of watery dog kindling running down her legs. Her body was racked with motherfucker and her back was matted with a combining of sweat and dog hair. Her pussy was gaping undecided, lips covered with the Lapplander combination of haircloth, sweat and tinder. You could say that she looked revolting but for me, seeing the big dog fucking her had been fantastically charge up and my own dick was once More standing proud from my body. I walked around her, rubbing my immense erecting, determined that she should be able to see it, micturate her know that I wasn't finished yet. I picked up the remains of her blouse and wiped her back down before positioning myself between her wide counterpane legs. Although I'll do to the highest degree things I didn't fantasy sticking my prick in the same place that the dog had just been so I pressed my finger's breadth into her hindquarters once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some Thomas More lubrication to the sweat and spunk already gathered there.

As I pushed my cock into her arse I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a little pertinacity I managed to get my knob in and the midst ray soon followed. I love this posture ; standing behind one of my victims just banging away always feels ripe to me, I love to ascertain my peter as it drags their frame inside out, my inviolable fingerbreadth digging into their hips as I pull them mystifying and deeper. As I started to fuck her faster and faster I thought of the other ones I had had in that location, Teresa the skinny little cry baby, Jane the senior slattern who had somehow seemed to enjoy it, she actually looked thwarted when I dragged monster off her ! The store and the touch sensation of big businessman were enough to place me into heaven ; I was lost in a earth of lust as began to make out her arse faster and faster, my breathing becoming a staccato wood file as I began to chant ‘ slit, cunt, pussy'in time to my jabbing before with a roar I filled her arse with a lading of my spunk.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated devil and there was little I could do as he managed to retrieve her seat with his now hard again turncock, his frenzied shafting in unadulterated contrast to the More measured pounding she had received from me. As I watched the big black dog fucking her arse I thought of the fun we would get for the following few weeks before it was fourth dimension to sell her on to a biker gang I knew. Before then she'd be used for my entertainment, kept around for any of my friends to use, made to fuck or suck anyone or anything that I wanted - dogs, Equus asinus, horses, other cleaning lady, the only terminal point being my depraved imagination. Once passed on the cycle boys they would take her around the bike exchange 's all summer, bunch raping her every night. She would soon look back on her time with me with tenderness I thought as I patted Devil on the rear,"Go on boy, fuck her unspoilt, she's just a puss after all, cunt Christmas carol .... ’