As she walked out of the shop I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big place but if you watch carefully - and I like to follow - you can see many things. Loitering near the car park at the Arnedale eye was an light place to haunt my prey and she would be no dissimilar. She looked unlike with her clothes on but there was no mistaking her ‘ Carol the twat'or ‘ Cunt carol'or ‘ daddy'it made no difference what name you used, it was the Saami fair sex that I had seen on Wifeposter for the past few calendar month. I preferred her usual lay - tits out, pegleg spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde woman that was picking her way through the crowd towards her car. I walked a few paces behind her until she reached her destination and noted her adjustment number as she fumbled with her keys amid the welter of her shopping and handbag.



Fifteen minutes after arriving place I had found her public figure, computer address, engagement of parturition, passport telephone number, health check records ... the internet is a muscular tool if you know how to use it. I even found some movie on flicker, similar to those posted. I smiled to myself and reached down and patted Devil, my coal black Great Dane ‘ What do you think old fella, shall we suffer some fun with this strumpet ? Been a while since we had someone to play with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my side by side move…..



The advantage of a dog is that most people don't flavor at you, they look at the dog. If it's cleanse, quiet, intelligent looking and on a lead they seem to hope 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 brace of sidereal day later. I was kneeling down with heller not far from the driver's slope door of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the collar. I didn't look up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost feel her grinning at the big black dog as she reached into her handbag for her winder.



A spry flavour behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the ringlet I stood upright and took a long step towards her with the dog's lead story held taught between my paw. In an instant it was around her cervix, my firm subdivision pulling it tight, forearms braced against her shoulder blade as I used as much pressure as I dared. The shock and the nuisance paralyzed her for a few moments but as I pulled harder, my knee in the small of her back she began to react, head tossing from English to side, arms reaching for the leather cutting off her breathing spell.



"Carol baby, if you don't want to die here and now then put your manpower down and hold on still. Do as I say and you will live, disobey me and you will die."I applied a trivial more pressure and her paw waved ineffectually around her neck before dropping to her English. I pushed her firmly towards the back of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dogs'sticker in the window. The boot was unbolted and a nudge with my knee joint made the door gliding upwards, exposing the empty dark quad inside. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her principal firmly down into the eiderdown I had placed there earlier. My left hand held her head down as I pulled the orchis gag out of my pocket with my right field. I moved my hand from the side of her head and gripped her nose, causing her head to jerk back and her back talk to open. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the panoptic Velcro strap tight. In the gloom I could see the white of her eye get bigger as she began to earn there was no leakage and the seismic disturbance of my assault wore off to be replaced by fear and apprehensiveness. Her hands were easily secured behind her backrest with a nylon cable television tie and once I had tipped her half into the the boot - her doll riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her ankles.



I slipped the melanise velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her psyche and wondered if she could smell the stale fragrance and make up from the others that had been in her spatial relation ; the thought making my tool lurch that extra notch to it's hardest. What had the last one been called ? Teresa. That was it. She was tall, melt off and acrobatic, her struggle and my requital now a seraphic retentiveness.



Pulling the duvet around her I slammed the kicking shut before opening the two driver's side threshold. Devil jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back derriere as I quickly started the railway locomotive and drove carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the planetary house for the airdrome and shortly afterwards pulled into the foresighted drive that leads to the old cottage in Knutsford my parents left me. What the cottage lacked in animal comforts - central heat for instance - it made up for it with that most precious of trade good, privacy. I parked the car at the side of the star sign and opened the cover door before opening the boot and cutting the tie holding her leg. She didn't struggle as I pulled her out of the the boot and onto her feet. Her head was hanging forward and I could find out rasping sob coming from inside the exhaust hood as fear and the lack of O combined to subdue her.

I gripped the backrest of her crown and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the threshold behind me. I started to crowd her through the kitchen and up to the stairs but she was unmanageable to control, bumping into the mesa and then the room access build as she started to resist. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too hard, just enough to knock the breathing space out of her. As she slumped forward from the blow I hooked my shoulder into her waist and lifted her in a fireman's cosmetic surgery 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 stoppage with me memorable but I think of it as part of the service. The solid oak door has been altered to take a five point ringlet, the window has tight fitting internal shutters, the floor and walls have been covered with acoustic underlay to deaden the sound but it's the bed I'm most proud of. Made from scaffold rod it is bolted to the floor with the ‘ headboard'extending to the roof both for stability and to provide a assortment of fixing power point for the shackles that I provide for the ‘ comforter and security'of my guests. Spotlights focus on the bed as do two camera linked to the pc for recording that can be played through the tv downstairs.

Throwing her down onto the bed I was capable to look at her properly for the maiden metre. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a reasonable public figure. Her pleasing bust was an salient feature but I was certain there would be plenty more to bask. She was dressed for business enterprise in a voguish Charles Grey suit, black blouse, leotards and flat ignominious shoe. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting people with a warming grin, all the clock time wondering if her following guest would be somebody that had wanked over picture of her raw consistence on a web site at the weekend. Turning her onto her stomach I cut the tie holding her wrist together and pulled of the short grey jacket off her shoulders. She started to struggle so I put my knee onto the small of her back while I undid the push and zip on the back of her skirt. Once the zip was heart-to-heart I just gripped each slope and pulled hard, ripping the dame in two and leaving her in just her leotards, underwear and blouse. I rolled her over onto her rear and grabbed her left radiocarpal joint. Attached to the bed were two chemical chain with wrist banding at the end and I fixed one firmly around her wrist, doing the buckle up as tight as possible. Moving around the other side of meat I did the same with her right wrist joint before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her center were bulging out of her head, tears were streaming down her face and she looked terrified. Looking at the situation I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a Virgo, I'd seen her on the internet advertising herself as a cunt for fucking, what was awry with me ? I gave a little sigh and pulled out my ignition lock tongue. Opening the blade caused more whimpering and struggling against the strand 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 metre 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 slip through the material so that it parted before pulling the tatter of material down and off her wooden leg 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 step. I paused in the lounge to trade on the pc and the tv camera so I could savor the action again afterwards before going and getting Devil out of the car. When I got back to the sleeping room it was obvious that she had been moving around testing her bounds as her blouse was now twisted to one side, displaying a glimpse of a nigrify bra that matched the petite lacing knickers she was wearing."Sorry to save you."I said as a grabbed hold 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 articulatio coxae. I looked around and saw to my atonement that ogre was sitting on his haunches in the corner of the way taking a cutting involvement in what was going on. If anything she looked even more panicky as I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it into the quoin of the room. I knew that the lights and the lose weight shininess of sweat would coalesce to seduce me look even more herculean than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening look of fear that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was meter to unwrap my present. I ran my hands up her flanks and onto her shoulders before lightly dragging my medallion down her breast, feeling the firm beau of her frame and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt good, her tits filling my big hands as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her chest of drawers and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the fingers of my hands between the two sides and ripped the blouse undefended, buttons flying across the room, the sound causing her to flinch. I carried on mauling her titmouse through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my sack and pulling out my knife. I opened the blade and touched the detail to her frontal bone, the only pressure being caused by its own free weight as I gently ran it down her intrude, lips, chin and pharynx before hooking it under the mid detail of her bra and pulling sharply upwards, cutting it in two. I cut the shoulder shoulder strap and pulled the shredded bra off her. I paused to wait at the label, noting the 36C size of it before throwing the remains towards Devil who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love mammilla and hers were great. Big but floppy, a real fistful. I squeezed and squashed them in my helping hand, marvelling at the weightiness and snap, watching them move beneath my sense of touch. I rubbed my thumbs over the nipples and felt them react so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two finger's breadth, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the greater the reply so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both hands on her right breast and squeezed it, forcing the rock unvoiced nipple upwards…I bent my head down and sucked it deep into my mouth, loving the hard rubbery feeling as my tongue lashed at it. I sucked as unvoiced as I could and felt her arch her back towards me as if undecided between pleasure and pain. I did the same with the left hand one and then crushed them together, sucking both nipples into my mouth before gently biting down, grinding my teeth together with the hard shape trapped between them. I looked up and saw a tear forming in the recess of her eye so I relented and sat back up, flicking each one alternately with my secure fingers.

My cock was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my cover to her, stripped the eternal sleep of my wearing apparel off. A duad of quick rubs had me at my entire size and I looked her heterosexual in the eye when I turned circle. Her expression was a mixture of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my rooster for the commencement time. There is always a public debate about black bozo being handsome or not but god didn't leave me brusque I'm pleased to say. At almost ten inches long and thick enough to take a leak most char flinch I could see that she was shocked at my size. She knew I was going to eff her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. first, I decided to take the heat out of the situation. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my cock between her titmouse, wrapping the soft build around me I began to gently fuck the smooth valley…..boy did it palpate soundly !

I pulled them apart and spat down onto her tits and my turncock, the saliva combining with the elbow grease to devote me some lubrication as I wrapped her flesh tightly around me and began to fuck those babies in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more stir as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the intimate tightening in my testis and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my thick sticky spunk all over her aspect, neck and tits. She had closed her oculus tightly as I was fucking her mamilla abut now she started to unfold them, only to have 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 fingers at demon and pointed at her. The big black dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my spunk off her, which was the last thing she expected. It was as if she had received an electric shock, she twisted and turned as if having a turmoil, desperate to get the dog's big wet tongue off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the gustatory perception of mettle. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's enough, down you get."I said, pointing to the box again.

bust were flowing down her buttock now as she her resourcefulness ran riot trying to opine what my hap side by side. She couldn't in her wildest incubus have considered that an 60 minutes after leaving her safe minuscule home she would be chained bare to a bed with me and my dog for company."Well then Christmas carol'I said ‘ Lets get to the main event, you keep talking about your puss so it's time to see what the fuss is about'as I took hold of the waistline band of her tiny lace pants. I pulled them roughly with my manpower, tearing the thin sides, ripping them to shreds before using them to wipe her side and neck of the slobber from dickens and the corpse of my spunk. I tossed sodden scrap of lace to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs broad, then pushing back so they bent at the knee so she was wide heart-to-heart before me.

Her pussy was perfectly shaven and not as plastered looking as some. It looked from the stretch fool that she had had tike but I also thought about all that internet stuff and guessed that she spent most nights in front man of the computer with her stage spread, fingers buried thick inside her slutty fix. As I slipped my thick index down her slit I couldn't help thinking that being slightly stretched would help her pack my cock. Despite her struggles and crying I could feel some moisture in her pussy as I worked my finger trench 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 flock of her snatch opening up before me, my compact brown digit stretching the garden pink bod. I pushed my ovolo forward and began to slowly rub her button in little lap, moving my fingers deep inside her at the same prison term. Despite her predicament - chained to a bed, globe gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a black stranger with a big pecker - I felt her startle to react, felt her puss relaxing and become moister, her succus beginning to flow as her body started to react to my clamant probing. My finger were really deeply now, my knuckles banging hard against her with every thrust of my arm and I could feel that she was trying not to thrust her slit back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it baby, need your pleasure where you can, I know I do."I started twisting my helping hand as I banged my hanker fatheaded finger's breadth deep inside her, turning my finger as I sought her ‘ g'spot. She was jerking her pelvic arch towards my every jabbing now and making some very strange interference as she struggled for breath against the musket ball gag and the rising tide of her orgasm….as I pulled my digit to the edge of her cunt I added another one, shoving three of my rough in digit cryptical inside her. She arched her back with the shock and no doubt the pain but by the time I had buried them up to my knucks her legs were shaking and she was turning red from want of O as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't postponement. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her pegleg, stroking my stopcock to maximum ruggedness. Pushing her peg wide I rubbed my pommel over her button, coating it with her succus before slipping through her lips to the entrance to her tunnel. Despite my approximate fingering there was still a lot or impedance as I pushed my knob firmly into her. Tears once more forge in her eyes as I buried the point of my cock late inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to align my side I grabbed a big fat tit with each hand and squeezed as I inched my putz all the way up her. She was tossing her head from side to side as I kept pushing without a interruption, stretching her wide as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent time chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would experience been begging me to have it off her slutty cunt with my big Joseph Black cock, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would call it rape. No matter, the end result was the same, my brawny rose hip had buried my putz balls deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really sozzled at first, the initiative thirty or forty strokes from my dick meeting some resistance but gradually she began to untie up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most splendid boobs, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her teat hard that I almost didn't poster her cumming again, I just felt the wetness spread all over my balls.

She looked marvellous chained and gagged and even for person with my ascendency I could experience myself getting closer. I let go of her teat and pulled out of her while I moved her legs onto my berm, keeping her wide I bent her almost double before spearing her puss again with my big cock. In this position I could look down onto her human face as I raped her, love the fear in her eyes as I pounded her purulent hard, both of us knowing there was no escape, that I could sustain her here as long as I wanted to and fuck her as often as I wanted. I pulled my lips back over my tooth in a grimace, silently nodding to confirm our shared knowledge as I felt my stopcock well up even prominent before I came with a gasp, pumping what felt the likes of pint of my scalding heart late inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my entire weight pinning her John L. H. Down as I lay with sweat dripping off the end of my scent onto her, gently biting the easygoing flesh of her neck.

My cock began to mince and slide out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her wooden leg spread, pussy gaping and tinder dripping out of her. Standing at the side of the bed I motioned to Devil with my hired man and he needed no second bidding to bound on the bed head start licking my tinder out of her. She struggled less this time, either she was numb from the fuck and fingering or she had already guessed that it would happen. I could see the dog's cock standing proud between his legs as he was becoming excited by the taste of my spunk and her succus, his seat wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked Carol would have noticed a ‘ H'shape in slightly small-scale scaffold thermionic tube leaning against the wall, the centre bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its place at the end of the bed, the down tubes slotting snugly into the bed frame. From the storage box in the corner I pulled out a heavy studded dog collar with a length of chain attached and buckled it around her neck. The other end of the chain I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm chains. She immediately pulled her arms down to her sides to eject the stress in her shoulder joint. 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 legs. The strand between the pinch and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive breasts stick out enticingly. I ran my hand over them gleefully before turning her around and bending her over the bar., the padding fitting neatly against her shank. She supported herself on her forearms as I quickly re-attached the range on her blazonry to the face of the bed. From my box of prank I took out a duad of heavy duty Velcro shoulder strap and bound her ankles to the bed skeleton.

She now presented a very energise hatful, her arse in the air and her legs apart, the ravaged lips of her pussy dangling out-of-doors at the perfect slant for my turncock and digit. I stroked and patted her arse, pulling the impertinence apart to expose her puckered maw, it too showing signs of recent natural process. Dirty bitch I thought as I gave her a smack, loving the red mark my hand made. Looking at my reposition box I saw the perfect way to enhance that attractive butt. It wasn't a professional cat o'nine white tie and tails but I knew from experience that it was subject of producing a filthy bite. The first match were quite gentle but still made her fountainhead jerk back in shock absorber at the hurting. I could experience myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her pale material body, the tails leaving red lines across her tail end and the back of her wooden leg. I really had to struggle to control myself as I gave her a few more than strokes, the enticement to put all my military force and free weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to draw roue, not this time at to the lowest degree anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my hands over her now burnished red nates, enjoying the estrus my whipstitching had produced. Her tuck hole looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a piddling before replacing it with my much larger pollex. Pushing my thumb mystifying inside her arse I curled my fingers into her snatch, feeling my hand almost connect ; only held apart by the thin tissue layer. I was willing to bet that she had been DP'd plenty of clip, or at the very least had experimented with a big toy up her arse as she rubbed her clit.

The next things I pulled out of my storage box caused great upheaval. Not for me, not for carol but Devil knew what they meant and was immediately tidal bore. The short leather flush that covered his paws had been hand made for me in a juju shop class to my specification, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing look when I placed the order and collected it a calendar week later. Devils cock was at entire extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the little boot. I'd decided that they were requisite after he scratched one misfortunate little girl half to dying, her suffering didn't bother me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in blood every time I fucked her afterwards. Once the boots were fitted I left dickens sitting in the recession licking his cock while I went and stood by Carol. My fingerbreadth slipped easily into her cunt and I worked them around, pleased to rule she was still fairly wet from my spunk dripping out of her."Now carol"I said"You may have thought you were a daring little putz loving hussy, fucking and sucking your way through the arena and having the time of your living. Bet you thought you had tried everything didn't you ? Well, maybe this is the one thing you hadn't considered. It's dickens's turn now !"

With that I clicked my fingers and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to whiff her he was soon up on his hind legs, his breast paw on her shoulders and his long stopcock searching for her cunt. She thrashed her head and articulatio humeri about but with her legs tied and her head pulled forward there was very footling she could do. Old Nick is a big dog and must matter almost 10 Harlan Stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his rooster into position and he was soon pumping his hanker red cock deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the chief of the bed and looked into her eye. They seemed full of disgrace, the weeping streaming down her look and the R-2 of spittle running down her chin telling their own tale of her degradation. As I watched I saw fiend tense as he pumped some nerve deep 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 possess cum six times before her started to slow down down and I moved around behind her for a skinny tone. I could see that his knot was now lodged in her cunt and after he tensed and shuddered for the seventh meter he tried to pluck out but the knot was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

Devil sat in the corner once more licking his rooster clean while I inspected the brace stream of watery dog kindling running down her legs. Her consistence was racked with breathlessness and her back was matted with a combining of stew and dog hair. Her cunt was gaping open, sass covered with the Sami combination of hair, sweat and kindling. You could say that she looked revolting but for me, seeing the big dog fucking her had been fantastically exciting and my own putz was once more standing proud from my torso. I walked around her, rubbing my Brobdingnagian erection, determined that she should be able to see it, make 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 feast wooden leg. Although I'll do most thing I didn't fancy sticking my dick in the same position that the dog had just been so I pressed my finger's breadth into her arse once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some more lubrication to the sweat and spunk already gathered there.

As I pushed my hammer into her fanny I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a niggling pertinacity I managed to get my boss in and the midst shaft soon followed. I love this position ; standing behind one of my victims just banging away always feels good to me, I love to watch over my cock as it drags their flesh inside out, my strong fingers digging into their articulatio coxae as I pull them recondite and cryptical. As I started to bed her faster and faster I thought of the early ones I had had in that position, Mother Teresa the skinny little cry baby, Jane the older slut who had somehow seemed to enjoy it, she actually looked disappointed when I dragged heller off her ! The remembering and the intuitive feeling of power were enough to commit me into nirvana ; I was lost in a world of lust as began to make out her arse faster and faster, my breathing becoming a staccato rasping as I began to chant ‘ cunt, puss, snatch'in sentence to my driving force before with a roar I filled her arse with a burden of my nerve.

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 witness her posterior with his now hard again rooster, his frantic shafting in utter dividing line to the more measured pound she had received from me. As I watched the big black dog fucking her keister I thought of the fun we would let for the future few calendar week before it was time 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 have sex or suck anyone or anything that I wanted - blackguard, Equus asinus, horses, other womanhood, the just limit being my depraved imaginativeness. Once passed on the wheel boys they would take her around the bike rally 's all summer, ring raping her every nighttime. She would soon look back on her fourth dimension with me with affectionateness I thought as I patted hellion on the dorsum,"Go on boy, fuck her salutary, she's just a cunt after all, snatch Carol .... ’