The Crime, The Victim, and the Criminal · Part 5 (5/8)
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He found his self on a white sandy beach and the sun was blisteringly hot; the surf was roaring as the waves tumbled in ending with a loud hissing sound as they dissolved along the sand. He wanted to run into the water and swim but his legs wouldn’t move. He looked off into the distance and there was Lincy her long shiny black hair blowing in the soft warm breeze walking towards him. Her scanty bikini betrayed her hairy privates. Even as far away as she was, her treasure trails were visible. Greg felt his penis start to engorge with blood and turn hot, his testicles felt like balloons covered with static electricity.
His stomach was turning tight, and as if a magnet hung from the sky, he was being lifted up from the sand. The closer Lincy came the faster she walked and the warmer Greg began to feel, her scent filled his nostrils, that of hot rose hip tea brewing on the stove. Greg’s heart exploded as four black tentacles stretched from the waters edge and grasped Lincy with their suction cup lined arms pulling her into the water as she screamed scratching at the loose sand.
Greg jumped to his feet only to be knocked to the sand by a webbed hand and he croaked as the fingers tightened around his throat, Lincy’s sweet aroma was replaced by the stench of ammonia as the beast looked Greg in the eyes and sneered, “You…!” blowing his acrid breath in his face “You…!”
Greg’s eyes opened with rapid and wide blinking and he coughed as he gasped for air. He felt a snapping slap across his face and a white masked face of another nurse loomed over him as he looked up, and then another slap bounced across his face. Lincy’s sweet scent returned as the nurse held a soft fabric to his nose, so fresh was the scent Greg suddenly knew it was Lincy’s panties. So strong was the scent his mind filled with her memories.
The nurses eyes glared over the white mask as she spoke, “You keep your fucking mouth shut…!” she paused as she looked around grabbed Greg’s penis tightly and sneeringly added, “Or this will be the last you hear of your sweet little bitch.” Lincy’s wet panties were then thrust into his nose a slap across his face, and she was gone only his wife’s scent still lingered as Greg’s eyes welled with tears. He felt the bed start to bounce, the buzzers and whistles began to sound and the bright white walls of his room faded into darkness.
Greg felt his body quake as an electric shock coursed its way through him, and stars circled around his eyes. Another jolt raced through and the white room appeared briefly. When he opened his eyes next he was again floating like a gas filled balloon, looking down as they scurried about desperately trying to bring him back. As he looked at Rebecca’s shirt top, it had a different message a U. an R. and an OK sewn into it. Greg didn’t want to believe he was okay his Lincy was gone; he wanted to float away but couldn’t get under the doorway and wink blackness filled his consciousness.
A terrible itch in his throat woke him and as he looked around the room he found the tube had been stuffed back down his throat and felt quite groggy and his eyes burned. The nurse was different the doctor was different but the room was the same. A feeling of relief washed over Greg when the new nurse neared and he could see she wasn’t the evil one he last remembered.
“Doctor… Mr. Mineras is awake.” She coolly informed.
“Well Mr. Mineras it’s good to have you back, you gave us quite a fight this time now squeeze my finger… Aw you can do better than that.” Greg gave it a second squeeze as hard as he could. “Much better!” he soothingly acknowledged and then informed, “Now we are going to give you a little something to relax you so we can take that nasty tube out, you’d like that yes?” Greg nodded his head just as he felt a soothing warm rush into his body. “Now take in a deep breath and exhale when I say okay now.” He directed. Greg coughed and convulsed as the tube was extracted and then took in a deep breath and let it out slowly and for the first time in a while, he began to feel alive.
“Mr. Mineras we have done an electro encephala gram, and taken an M. R. I. of your cerebellum and brain stem. We’ve run a constant E. K. G. and have run every one of the blood analysis we have available and can find nothing wrong with you that would account for you lapsing into coma as many times as you have. Now doctor Louan Daoh Mien, your physician Debra Van Raines, and I all think you are experiencing panic attacks because of the second abduction of your wife a little while ago. So just try to relax, I know it seems like a long time since this ordeal has started so it will be difficult at best, but you must try. Okay?” Greg nodded his head coughed when he tried to speak and then looked around the room.
“I think we’ll keep the Zithromax drip at its present level and start to titrate back the Prednazone five ‘mgs.’ and the valium one ‘mg.’ every four hours, and stop the nitro for now. Keep Mr. Mineras on oxygen for now and check his stats every two hours.” doctor Louan Daoh Mien rattled off his instructions and then left.
“Now Greg…it is okay for me to call you Greg?” Yvonne Smyth asked. Greg nodded his head as he watched her fussing with his blanket and pillow. She was a very buxom blonde, a little extra weight but very well distributed. Her red cheeks and bright blue eyes gave her a very cheery looking disposition, and her accent was unmistakably English. “Well Greg luv we are going to get you healed up and don’t you worry about those nasty coppers we’ll keep them away until you are good and ready for them.” She paused as she took his temperature.
She heard Greg as he quaffed her scent and with a wet smile cooed, “You like that luv well you be a good boy and we’ll let you dabble your fingers in Yvonne’s pudding.” Her sexual frankness was surprising to Greg but made him beam a smile that went well beyond his ears, and for a few brief moments forgot why and where he was. Greg tried to speak but coughed instead.
“Be a good luv and no talking just yet.” She warmly admonished and then hinted with her fingers by placing them close to the vee of her legs and wriggling them, then wrote in his chart for a few minutes looked up and smiled and softly said, “I’ll be with you for most of the night luv and then Rebecca will take over.” Yvonne pressed a few buttons on the tree his medications hung from, Greg started to feel light headed, and with a swish, she was out the door and Greg’s eyes closed.
Rebecca was the nurse that roused him from his sleep as she fussed over the tubes hanging from his arm, his nose, and from his penis. She was checking all of the readouts and when she saw he was awake asked, “What did you think of Yvonne?” Unable to speak he just grinned a very broad grin. Greg sighed as Rebecca started washing him with the warm sudsy cloth after weighing the contents of the bedpan. A broad smile beamed from Rebecca as she washed Greg’s penis causing it to turn quite hard. His breathing was just starting to rush when she stopped.
“I see she let you in on one of her many secrets.” Rebecca said with a soft laugh and gently stopped Greg’s fingers from wandering over the back of her thigh and placed her hand close to his organ in an obviously teasing gesture and watched, as it became flaccid softly whispering, “You have to get your strength up now dear you are not my only charge.” With a swish, Rebecca left to finish her rounds.
The end Ch. 3 The Crime pt. 1
Ch. 3 The Criminal pt. 1
Mort Dray roared with laughter as he walked toward his van somewhat stunned by the joke Janet his waitress had told him. It was the first time a woman had told him his… favorite joke, “What do you do when a pit bull starts humping your leg.”
They both roared when he answered, “Fake an orgasm.” He leaned against the side of the van and mused over her response to his answer.
“What if it’s real!” she sang out between laughs.
And they both roared even louder when Mort said, “Then give him a sloppy wet kiss!” It was a shame that an edgy customer had to spoil the moment by snapping his fingers and holding up his cup demanding more coffee and when Martha neared his table, Mort could hear him giving her the what for, for telling a “filthy…! Joke like that in a restaurant.”
Janet won an even closer place in Mort’s heart as he remembered the way she dealt with him asking if he wanted anything else and that his meal and coffee was on her, for disturbing him. She teased him with some pie and ice cream or bread pudding. Mort started steaming when the asshole took a piece of pie ala-mode and then complained because the pie wasn’t hot enough; that was the last straw that bastard had just earned his self a free ride out to his farm. Another smile beamed from Mort’s face as Janet brought him yet another piece of pie with even more ice-cream on it all the while she was giving him warm furtive glances as if she wanted him to take her into the back room and slip poor mommy a bone. When Janet neared Mort’s table coffee pot in hand, he reached for his wallet.
“Oh no baby it is already covered!” she cooed obviously bending over far enough to give Mort an eye full of her fleshy firm breasts.
“I didn’t see it get rung in.” Mort said as he declined her warm offer.
“Come on baby let me treat you.” Janet countered as she moved towards the register and began ringing up his tab and then pulled enough money from her tips to cover it and then impishly queried, “Is that better now?” as if she knew that other waitresses just cheat the owners and Mort didn’t want that.
“Well okay.” Mort begrudgingly surrendered. A sly smile beamed as he added, “You have to have dinner out… on me… at a fancy place!” Mort warmly lured as he smiled.
“I’d love to baby…what is your name?” She asked as she stood combing her hair with her fingers.
“I like to be called Moe but you can keep calling me baby if you want.” Mort said warmly.
“Moe… you mean like Moe, Larr…?” Janet smiled a puzzled smile as Mort interrupted her.
“Yea like him.” Mort snorted and then asked, “Do you have a pet name?”
Just then, the customer that was having a bad hair day earned a lot more points with Mort as he interjected, “You all should join a lonely hearts club!” and stomped his way to the bathroom.
“Pay him no mind… Moe.” Janet said in a girlish tone, ran her fingers across his shoulders lustily sizing them up, and then noted, “You look like you spend a lot of time working out.”
Her face grew long as he stood up and then smiled, and warmly said, “Baby I have a schedule or we would be taking the rest of the night off.” Cupped her cheek softly and said, “thank you for the coffee, pie, and a nice time.” He smiled warmly then turned away.
He noticed a receipt was on the asshole’s table picked it up and asked, “Is this your number?” then bumped into the door as he shuffled backwards pushing the door open.
Janet yelled as he left, “Yea that is my number!” and stood there playing with the cheek, he touched.
Now watching from his van waiting for the little bastard to come out and get into his car then he remembered jerks full name with his card number he noted from the card sitting next to the receipt he grabbed. Mort was about to get into his van and leave when he thought, “Let us be thorough, and get his plate number, car color and type. As the ass pulled out of the lot Mort pulled out right behind him snapped a picture then turned away.
As he glided onto the freeway, his cock turned hard as he thought about the pleasures waiting for him at his farm. As Mort sped along the dark highway, the asshole became less than a distant itch, and Janet a larger part of his fantasy. The memory of her body odor filled his senses and the fleeting glimpses of her hairy under arms betrayed a very hairy pussy between her legs, led him to imagine that her legs were unshaven as well. His vivid imagining caused his cock to pound and a pool of precum to ooze under his thigh. It took a lot of effort not to rub off a nut while he was driving; but little Candy was waiting for him to come back and share wedding vows.
Mort thought of Cocoa and how she was so eager to fight for her freedom; taking the terms of his wager of the best three of five rounds, and knowing she would lose the last two rounds, and begin her servitude to him. He thought about how Cocoa and Candy the last two of his three latest victims were so fortuitous for him and so very unfortunate for them that they were at the wrong place at the wrong time leaving Mort Dray no choice but to take them along with his intended victim.
Mort wondered if Rosalind his favorite German Shepard bitch had had her litter of puppies, and then there was Bessie the latest member of the breading farm he captured her fourteen months ago and knocked her up then sent her to the birthing house as her due date neared just before he left on this last trip. He laughed with a belly roar as he thought how she really believed she was carrying Thaddeus’s pups. He laughed at how a grown woman who had been to college could believe a dog could knock her up, and the thought of her torment turned his cock hot and turgid.
The miles ticked away and Mort began to see Janet’s hairy naked body on all fours being seduced by Tiberius his prized hound; he had all the best parts of the wolves, the Great Danes, the Saint Bernards, and German Shepards that went into creating his blood line. What a proud acting, intelligent hound, obedient to the nth degree. He was bigger than all of the other hounds around the farm so he was the alpha male all the other dogs followed his lead.
Then a broad smug smile beamed brightly as he recalled the last time he watched Tiberius chase down one of his captives taking a mouth full of her hair and holding her head to the ground and her writhing body as she struggled against his large paws holding her to the ground, soaking her with his scent as it sprayed across her body and then with the wide swathes of his leathery tongue turn the struggling bitch into a moaning and eagerly willing mate. Mort squeezed his throbbing penis as he imagined her now on all fours anxiously waiting for Tiberius to mount her and mate.
His penis started to throb, as he thought Tiberius would stay mounted for well over an hour, and the echoes of the wild bitche’s, gruntings, and moanings filled his mind.
Then he recalled how little Candy appeared and how she struggled; forcing Mort to hit her really hard three times before stopping and melting into his tight grasp. The sounds of the surrendering sighs she made after he injected her with his drug cocktail as it began to course its way through her body echoed in his mind. As he took the time to rummage through her purse, he noted her age and how innocent she looked for eighteen. He could see her small vagina and thin labia when he pulled her white panties to the side. He watched her sateen cream seep out as he ran his fingers along her soft hairless mons. A warm reminiscent smile beamed as he recalled leaving her pants and panties tied around her ankles as he taped her up; and how her eyes filled with tears as he violently raped her friend in front of her. Their muted moans echoed as he watched himself closing the van doors.
Cocoa happened along just as he was going to leave but no, she had to have her own key. By her own word, she wanted to give her girlfriend’s pussy a good licking before going to work. Mort’s heart raced as he recalled how hard she fought nearly felling him before he was able to get the upper hand but still it took several well placed jabs and punches to fell her and still she didn’t lose consciousness she just couldn’t move. Again, Mort smiled as he remembered the first three rounds in the promised contest for her freedom how well she fought and how well he controlled the outcome leaving her with two victories him with one. A broad gloat beamed as he thought of how she really believed she was going to win, making the taste of victory all the more sweeter.
Along wet drool slipped passed his lips when he sighed while maneuvering onto the long dirt driveway leading to his farm, signaling the end of a long and tedious drive. His captives, his pets, the boys, and the awaiting orgy filled his mind and then Mort said to him self, “there comes Caesar like always some how or another he knows when I am on the driveway and there he is ready to greet me and run with the van or truck as it heads to the farm. There is Thaddeus, Lucious, and T-rex all running down the drive. There is Sabrina waddling along; she has a few more weeks before she gives birth to Tiberius’s pups, and here comes Leanne, Artemis, Phoebe, and Kynthia what a wonderful site and not a one barking just madly wagging their tails and the rest of my hounds are either caged or on guard duty and that is a good thing.”
Mort Dray was home at last, at long last the weeks of stalking his next round of victims made him weary but when he opened the door the animals yanked and pulled at his clothes and he just rolled out onto the ground and they all struggled for a place and a chance to lick his face and sniff at his pits. Feverishly they sniffed at his crotch, armpits, and cuffs of his pants. There was Mort’s brother Hank coming with their cousins Ralph and Gordon in close tow. After the animals let him up and all the back slapping ended, the menagerie walked up the long narrow densely foliaged lined path leading into a wide open area and there was the farm hands Lon, Tom, Andy, William or Will, Bonno or Boner sometimes hard-on and Hairy Harry or Bushman, all standing looking at Mort Dray as he wandered into the main yard.
In the main pen next to the fence were his captives; Jessy the redhead, Tessy a very hairy auburn haired sassy bitch, Lassie a full bodied auburn haired bitch that could get wet with a warm breath, Fanny a skinny blond that has learned to fuck all who happen to belly up to her bottom, Annie a pleasingly plump but not fat brunet, and Doggie a very hairy brunet with pouty lips and lush breasts and round fanny. They were all his steadies that he gladly shares with his hounds, and farm hands. The hounds all have their favorites and have claimed them as their own as well.
There was Missy one of the recaptures, waiting in the main pen close to the gate to be let out and her mate Brutus running to join the crowd. Judging by how sweated she was Brutus must have given her a good fucking just before Mort’s arrival. Brutus had just pushed through the dog gate and Missy was pacing up and down the fence itching to get out and join in with the procession. In the far pen was Josie with Claudius senior and Claudius junior they too showed signs of wanting to run with the rest of the animals but their door was stuck and unable to leave.
There came juicy Lucy his special pet running on all fours eagerly wanting to welcome Mort back home. Lucy was now a trustee and allowed to run free. When she reached Mort’s feet she rubbed her body all over them, hungrily sniffed at his crotch, and eagerly tugged at his pant legs with her teeth. The whole area filled with the scent of her arousal and as she began rolling over repeatedly, they could see her pubic hair was soaked with her frothy white juices. Finally stopping she lay on her back, legs out stretched and just looked at Mort.
He dropped his pants to his feet and he dropped to his knees pushed her knees to her shoulders and stuffed his face right into her gelatinized pubic hairs and smeared the manna all over his face slurping loudly as he drank what he could and with a loud cracking slap he left a bright red hand print on her buttock. Lucy jumped onto all fours and scampered a few steps then stop twisting to the left then taking a few more steps and twisting to the right. Each time she twisted her vaginal opening would gape and a new flow of juice would start coursing down her thighs.
The whole group stood watching her dance as she held herself open for Mort’s penis. He quickly forgot young Candy his betrothed and Cocoa as he mounted Lucy much like his hounds would mount a bitch, and skillfully found her vaginal opening with his first thrust, and without pause, or plan he pounded her buttocks with his thighs and quickly ejaculated making loud animalistic noises as his drool dripped into her hair. There was a loud ruckus when he pulled out and stepped back as the hounds vied for licks and seconds.
Thaddeus was next as he climbed on, then Lucious giving her a third dose of sperm, all of the hounds were enthralled by juicy Lucy’s scent and gathered around in a mating frenzy as they waited their turn in the saddle. Phoebe was busy licking the cream from Mort’s penis with Artemis sniffing at his anus and licking his hairy cheeks. Mort laughed and joined the men as they watched the hounds taking turns with Lucy many of them high fiving and emulating the dogs by hunching their hips Mort just petted Phoebe. After several minutes, the mating frenzy slowed, and the group headed for the main house to start the much-anticipated evening events.
All of them were eager to watch Mort wed Candy and claim her innocents. They wanted to watch the last two rounds of the bout with Cocoa. The padre had been there all day taking his pay for the services he was about to render and Cocoa had been working out on the heavy bag for long hours all week preparing with determination to win her freedom.
As they passed the pen he looked Missy and Mort ordered, “Get her cleaned up and bring her into the main house.” Then cast a broad smile at her and Brutus. As he neared the door he turned to watch her crouched on all fours as they hit her with the icy cold water, soap, and scrubbed her with the coarse brush. Brutus was looking on as he had taken a real shine to her and has become protective of her. Now he has to be bargained with for the use of ‘his…’ bitch. Often just a big meaty bone for him to chew on will suffice or the scent of another bitch in heat will often be enough of a distraction.
Missy too had fallen for Brutus and wanted nothing to do with the men; she submitted because she knew she had better or suffer the dire consequences. The signs were obvious when she sat next to him after mating her face was so soft looking, the way she would lick inside his jowls and suck on his tongue, or when he was mating with another woman or female dog, her saliva would start to drool out when he ejaculated and her Bartholin juices would ooze down her thighs filling the air with her scent. He could be inside the main house boning one of the new captives and Missy would know exactly when Brutus spilled his seed.
If there was another hound in the cage, her scent would arouse him and she would resist his advances until they became forceful and then in an effort to escape injury submit. It was obvious that once that knot was plunged into her vaginal well her sexual hunger took over and she loved every second of her wild ride, and when he pulled out she would lay on her back, legs up and submissively spread wide hoping to get more of his ministrations.
The end Ch. 3 The Criminal pt. 1
Ch. 3 The Victim pt. 1
Lincy or Missy as Father and the hands call her was now back in the main pen with five of the other captives. At any one time there would be at least eight to ten hounds being kept in there with them. She was glad that Brutus was there with her as he kept the other dogs away from her when he was there, and was very attentive to her amorous needs. Mating with her often throughout the day and night; some times he would go
The Crime, The Victim, and the Criminal · Part 5 (5/8)
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