The Crime, The Victim, and the Criminal · Part 7 (7/8)
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Both women looked to be at least six months along as they walked up to the table and a revenant hush swept across the room as they each took the small pliant mound with its bristling nipple into their hands kneaded it and twisted the nipple listening to Candy’s stifled moans as Mother Annie’s kiss continued to linger. They began suckling on Candy’s bristling nipples stretching her arms above her head, took the crotch of her knees, and held them to their breasts. Father he stepped closer to Candy’s overhanging buttocks his huge penis now standing straight up with a shiny glaze oozing down his thick meaty shaft.
Becca fixed cameras hanging from the ceiling and peering between Father’s legs from under the chair seat on Candy’s splayed puffy red labia. On the big screens her sateen juices could be seen clearly as they seeped from her opening, her tiny bud of a clitoris was centered in both screens. Becca slipped behind Father and started massaging his already turgid cock with one hand and his large hairy scrotum with the other. Candy’s gasping breath caused Mother Anne’s cheeks to puff out as she continued stifling Candy’s passionate wailings and gently holding her rocking head.
Small squirts of urine arced to the floor as Mort peeled back Candy’s clitoral hood exposing her urethral opening and small taut clitoral bud and he teased it with his thumb. Her creamy colored buttocks were turning pink and her skin began to bristle with goose fresh, and her sateen juices covered her brownish anus and the insides of her mons glistened.
Candy’s writhing body was jostling all three women as they held her to the table top then all motion stopped only Candy’s quaking stomach flexed as Mort rubbed his swelled gland in circles teasing her labia and clitoris. The table squeaked when Candy’s body winced violently as the first few inches of Mort’s penis slipped through her vaginal sphincter, and when more of the turgid shaft slipped in Candy began pushing her self onto the slowly thrusting penis. The creamy white juices coating her anus turned to a soft rosé color, the girth of Mort’s cock pressed her mons tightly to her thighs.
The juices coating his penis turned red when he started pistonning it; shallow at first then taking deeper thrusts and then stopping as Candy’s writhing body lay still her sweat beading across her body as she trembled. A torrent of urine erupted as Mort pulled out; splashing on the floor as it arced downward, fouling the lens under the chair, and Becca cleaned it off right away.
The three women shifted Candy face down onto Mother Anne’s big round belly as she lay down on the table. She cupped Candy’s face with both hands and resealed their lips noisily slurping as she suckled. Mothers Tessy and Doggie kept Candy’s arms stretched above her head and her legs spread wide. Candy’s back arched and her anus winked as Mort’s meaty hard shaft sank back into her vaginal well and began slowly pumping. Mort’s muscles tensed and flexed as he skillfully worked his tool inside Candy’s womb.
Not once did he go in deep even when his climaxing caused him to bowl over, he just released his sperm into the middle of her vaginal well keeping his cock in until it turned soft and fell out. There on the big screen was Candy’s genitalia covered with a rosy glaze of blood, Bartholin juices, and Mort’s sperm. Artemis began licking Mort’s soft dangling cock coated with the same red colored gel. Jessy and Tessy began licking Candy’s rosy juices from her genitalia and buttocks making her laugh licentiously. The room was still silent as the new mates savored their moments.
“Come here Candy.” Mort beckoned as he sat back in his chair and Candy took her place in his lap. The long procession began passing giving the newly weds a kiss; some lingering and some quick, humans and hounds alike all in the same line.
“Well Candy you choose the first one for mating.” Mort directed as he looked at Fanny, Lassie, Cody, Missy, and Tessa all of them had Os on their shirts.
Candy looked at them all and then said, “I want Lassie to go first.”
Mothers Tessy and Doggie unchained Lassie and laid her out on the table and Mort called out, “Ned you got first call here.”
“Moe may I please wait for the next one?” Ned plead.
“Next one’s you’res Ned. Ted how about you?” He queried.
Mother Becca met him at the table and started sucking his soft penis and massaging his scrotum, he stood there looking at Lassie spread eagle while Becca turned his dick stiff and continued sucking until she felt his precum coating her tongue and throat. Becca stepped behind Ted and she started massaging his turgid shaft as they moved close to Lassie. When with in reach she placed his gland on Lassie’s swollen pinkish labia and bumped him with her thigh pushing his purple gland in and Lassie lifted her legs up high and wide.
Becca continued massaging Ted’s penis and coaxing it inward until halfway in; then her massaging turned fast and she manually caused Ted to ejaculate in Lassie’s vaginal well, and like Mort he waited for his penis to soften and fall out with a thick stringy rope of sperm clinging to the gland which Phoebe quickly captured with her tongue as it fell to the floor and then proceeded to clean the rest of is flaccid penis and goo covered scrotum.
“Okay Mothers Tessy and Doggie get ole Missy up on the table for her insemination, Ned it is show time!” Moe brayed out loud. Ned walked with quick long strides as he bellied up and stuffed his already hard cock into her gaping pinkish wet vagina and vigorously pistoned it taking long full strokes and in quick order his hot semen gushed against her vaginal vault and Missy quaked with each gush and like the others he too waited for it to soften and fall out. His pet toy started licking the thick gel from his soft shaft as soon as he sat down and Artemis lapped up the oozing sperm coating her anus.
“Well sweet Candy what now; do we keep them here, or send them back to the pens?” Moe asked. Lassie fell to Mort’s feet kissing them showing him how much she wanted to stay and Missy started nestling to Candy’s belly and licking her thighs.
“Father honey I think Missy needs more of your seed in her belly so lets keep her here, and get Cody ready, I want to help inseminate her.” Candy Directed while gently stroking Mort’s flaccid member.
“Reb it is your turn!” Moe sang out then ordered; “Okay Tessa and Doggie get Lassie swaddled and cart her off to the pens.” He paused and smiled as he watched and listened to Candy noisily suckling Doggie’s meaty clitoris.” Then added, “We’ll know by Monday if it took.” Then he watched as the two women put the final tight wraps to Lassie only her face showed as they put her on a wheeled table and carted her off.
“Well I think I will be off to my reward,” he padre crooned as he stretched and squeezed his hardening cock inside his pants giving it several long strokes.
“Wait a minute preach don’t you want to get one of these bitches knocked up?” Yelled Reb as he humped at the air.
“Aw let him go.” Chimed Moe adding, “He’s in a hurry to milk a little more of young Tommy’s sperm.”
“We all move in our own ways.” Countered the padre and scurried out through the door he came in.
“We best get Tessa and Fanny impregnated.” Mort said as he played in their hair then shouted as he asked, “Who wants to do one beside me?”
“I will!” shouted Jeb as he ran up to the table stroking his hard dick. Jeb stood to Mort’s right with his throbbing penis touching Tessa’s clitoris while Moe teased Fanny’s vaginal opening with his flared gland. The girls had their touching arms and legs wrapped together as the two men plied their vaginal openings. Moe started and Jeb followed they both worked a long slow stride. Jeb had to stop numerous times in order to hold his seed as long as Moe could, so he was nowhere near as rhythmic as Moe.
“Are you ready Jeb?” Moe hissed as he strained to retain his sperm.
“Oh yeeaass…!” Jeb rasped then groaned, “I’m really close man!”
“Okay go…!” Moe groaned. The tabled squeaked loudly as it rocked from the two men pumping hard and fast; the liquid in the glasses sloshed over the rims and the platters slid back and forth. With a loud groaning, they stopped and their bodies flexed and flexed as they hissed loud gasps and then slumped over placing their faces between the two women’s breasts. Little Candy and Missy walked to Mort and petted him. Jeb’s play toy wrapped her arms around his waist and licked the sweat from the small of his back working her way down over his anus and started sucking his hairy scrotum.
“Ladies get these two swaddled and back to the pens.” Moe brayed his voice sounding slightly fatigued, as he played in the seeping sperm swirling the warm seed onto two of his fingers and sucking them clean. “Bring me my brew!” He yelled and Mother Becca brought a gallon jug with a very nasty looking liquid inside and he hungrily drained the jug. His face turned bright red and sweat beaded the hairs on his belly were pasted to his wet skin; his eyes glazed and he groaned out then belched loudly, a long, wet, groaning belch and shuddered.
“Goddamn that shit has a kick today lets get this party on the mad swing.” He brayed out loudly and as a bright smile beamed he sexily added, “It’s time we give Cocoa her big fight. What do ya say boys and hounds.” All that could speak cheered him as he bent Candy over the table, plunged his thick cock into her, and gave her several hard and fast pumps pulling out long before he came. Soon all the screens throughout the house had the feed from the cameras in the gym there was Cocoa resting but looking quite concentrated. The door opened and in pranced Mort Dray his thick dick’s outline bulged inside the baggy trunks tied to his waist. Mother Becca laced up his gloves and sat near his corner. “Hey there you ready to win your freedom?” Mort said teasingly as he shuffled his feet and boxed at the air dancing the boxer’s dance.
“There is going to be two hits tonight… me hit’en you and you hit’en the mat.” She said with conviction. The bell sounded starting the first of two rounds. The players danced throwing swings and jabs but no one making a hit just watching their opponent move. Cocoa made a fast shuffle with her feet threw a quick left, left, right connecting with the left and right. Mort back stepped as he shook off the hits, then faked a left and delivered a solid right. She blocked the incoming left dodged the next right stepped in and delivered two body blows and popped his chin with a surprise right upper cut.
Just as Mort had predicted Cocoa’s left hand was starting to drop as the end of the three-minute round neared. Just before the bell sounded, Mort delivered a right that glanced over the top of her left glove and connected solidly with her cheekbone; causing her to stagger as her knees weakened for just a second, and the bell sounded.
They both did the boxer’s dance to their corners. She had one of the trustees spraying her with water and Mort had Mother Becca. Cocoa’s trustee was ordered to do right by her, there was to be no cheating. Mort promised a fair fight, and a fair fight she was going to get. He was just the better fighter so he knew exactly how hard he could hit her to shake her and not knock her out; he knew he was going to win but she was going to think the victory would hers the whole time right up to the final knock down. Mort was clearly the winner of that round having delivered the most devastating hits, so they both had two wins each now.
The bell sounded and they both pranced into the middle of the matt; again the shuffling foot work and exploratory jabs and swings, blocks and dodges, the stepping back and stepping in as the contestants vied for the right time and place. The sag in Cocoa’s left arm was slightly lower now as the right punch had weakened her; so Mort opened up for a left and by how fast she took it planting a solid hook, Mort knew she still had her wits and her timing was still on. He ducked and dodged a few more and then opened his left again and ‘pow…!’ she nailed him good this time. He reeled slightly did a quick shuffle faked a right and her left dropped below her shoulder and he popped her good!
Cocoa’s left dropped to her side, she struggled to lift it, her knees warbled, and her head sagged to one side. Cocoa was nearly out but still on her feet and she kept trying to hit him with her right. Mort bounced anther right off her left cheek and plunged a solid jab into her solar plexus and she crumpled to the mat. Mother Becca stepped into the ring and started the count, but the bell sounded before she finished the ten count.
They waited for her to move and then Mort asked, “Do I win?”
“Yes you win.” Cocoa weakly and breathlessly replied her voice sounding solemn.
“I didn’t hear you…! Did I win?” He asked louder and angrier this time.
“Yeeaass…!” She wailed out and between loud sobs added, “Yeeaass…! You win…! You win…! What do you want!?”
“Becca pull her left glove off.” He directed and then very firmly ordered, “Now you put that choke chain around your neck put your gloved hand in the loop on the rope pull your trunks down to your ankles and put your other hand in the other loop on the rope.” She gasped as she saw the chain and shuddered as she slipped it over her head; she jumped as Becca snapped the lock to the collar and froze as she looked at the loops on the rope knowing her freedom was vanishing as she inched her way towards them. Cocoa sobbed loudly as she slipped her gloved hand into the first loop; and then she started gasping and sobbing violently as she slipped her trunks to her ankles, her face was wet with both sweat and tears. Her mouth was contorted as she wept, but slowly she placed her free hand into the last loop and trembled as she waited listening to Mort Dray.
“Now you do what you are told no matter who tells you.” Mort sternly ordered and then angrily barked, “Becca!”
“You drink this… and you drink it fast, you suck it down! You swallow it until it is all gone.” Becca sternly ordered and stuffed the tube into her mouth.
Cocoa sucked and swallowed several large gulps her body retched and she yelled out, “Yuck…! Oh god that is awful…!” she let out a long wet belch then puked with some very violent retches and when she stopped.
“Drink more…!” Becca angrily growled and stuffed the tube back into her mouth again and she spit it out. As soon as she did Mort began lashing her buttocks with a willow switch. Crack… Crack… Crack sounded as he lashed her from the bottom of her thighs to the small of her back. When she opened her mouth and wailed Becca stuffed the tube back into mouth and down her throat and began pumping the concoction into Cocoa’s stomach.
“You…! do…! As…! You’re…! Told…!” Mort grunted the words with the last five lashes. Some of the welts were bleeding all of them were raised, round, and wide with a burning red color to them. Cocoa’s wailing sobs turned into incoherent gurgling as his concoction flowed into her belly. She would retch, belch, and then vomit. Becca would catch it in a bucket, pour it back into the jug, and serve the mixture right back to her.
Mort was now doing his most favorite thing watching his captive’s genitalia engorge in response to his wonderful potion and its aphrodisiac qualities. Mort placed the stool under her belly when her retching stopped and her body began to waver. She was now limply draped over the stool and urine was starting to trickle, and then as predicted her purplish pink labia became covered with a creamy white gel, her ebony mons gained a rosy sheen, and with a pop, her labia splayed. A nice round hole showed at her vaginal tuck. There was satin gel sliding out from the tuck and down along the inside of her labium then hang on her clitoral hood and fall just as another shimmering pearl would ooze out.
Just as his cock turned hard her, vagina gaped; she shuddered, and gasped then let out a loud wet belch as her stomach began to bloat. Cocoa’s anal sphincter began to spasm quivering and winking. Sweat was now beading across her body and draining from her armpits.
“Look Father…!” Becca excitedly called as she showed Mort the empty jug and then she lifted her hand from Cocoa’s mouth that had held the tube in place; hanging from it was Cocoa’s viscous saliva and she gleefully added, “She is really ready for you Father… I can smell her. Go ahead and give her some of your sweet meat Father!” Becca let the tube slip from Cocoa’s mouth and began massaging Cocoa’s breasts and milking her nipples. Incoherent mumblings and moaning was sounding deep inside Cocoa’s throat as she fell deeper into the drug-induced stupor.
Mort slid his hard dick into the now gaping vagina, as it found her depth incoherent moans and cooing sounds grew louder. He worked it for several minutes and then pulled it out with a yank saying firmly, “I’m goin to give this load to sweet Candy!” and with long quick strides headed for the door shouting over his shoulder, “Strip, tie her up, and take her to the box!”
“Please Father may I feed on her fluids for a while?” Becca pleadingly asked her smiling face was showing a little blush on her cheeks and sweat was forming on her brow.
Mort stopped at the door turned around smiling a very lewd smile his hard cock was poking straight out with a thick coating of Cocoa’s viscous juices and replied, “Sure just don’t be too long… I’m going to want you too.” and closed the door behind him.
As he neared, the table both Candy and Missy watched. Candy knew he was coming for her leaned over the table and waited legs spread wide. She yelled and grunted painfully when he shoved the full length of his throbbing cock into her womb and she gasped loudly when his sperm exploded inside her cervix, and after he delivered the last few convulsive thrusts he shouted, “Lets get this party on the hump…!” Mort stuck his face into Candy’s curly blonde hair kept his tight grip on her upper arms and continued to hump until his softening penis fell out.
The big screen TVs started showing random selection of audio video feeds of the party and the surroundings as well as selected footage of the farm and the goings on; from the animals and their bitches, to them mating with the captives, to the farm hands snagging a few of them and carting them off to their quarters. The hands that were on duty started throwing left over steaks and bone in roasts around on the floor, while others carried platters full of food and put them on the many tables scattered throughout the main room. All of the males began taking helpings of food and drink; the four-legged ones were gnawing on the meat and bones, the captives were grabbing whatever scraps they could forage. Some of the men were eating from plates and drinking from glasses while others were acting like animals.
All the males quickly lost interest in the food and drink and began pawing the females; the four legged ones, to the two-legged ones. All of them licking, probing, poking, kissing, and biting, and soon none of the humans had a stitch of clothing on. Counting all the males there were as many as twenty-three and only about eight available females, so there was a lot of doubling and tripling up going on. Some of the women were being dragged around by their hair as the hounds vied for their turns; while others were being mounted as they slurped on hard dicks, and still others were being boned in all three holes with the hounds licking the copious juices as they oozed here and there.
Soon the smell of Sweat, fresh sperm, Bartholin fluids, and urine hung heavily throughout the whole house. The wet squelchings of pistonning cocks and slurping mouths; were accompanied by the animalistic pantings, groanings, and gruntings caused by the melee of meshing bodies.
The whole house was rocking to the feverish matings of all the animals. They rolled from one set of arms into a different set of paws; and back into yet another set of arms. The women would be sucking one man’s dick and when he came, she might find a dog dick being shoved into her face or when the man licking her pussy went to another one, a pooch might take his place. The groups of men hovering around a couple of women waiting their turn looked just like a bunch of hounds hovering around a couple of women waiting their turn. As one looked around there were smears of drying fluids along the floor or on the cushions the hounds would do what they could but not all of the juices got licked up.
While the orgy continued the two remaining mothers were catering to Mort and his, two sex partners both of them were lactating. Mother Tessa and Mother Annie were very busy kissing, licking sucking, massaging, tugging, squeezing, and twisting, the pleasure tools of their charges. First they would make Moe cum in sweet Candy and then in Missy or some times they would split the ejaculate between the two women, then give him some time and stroking let Mort and sweet Candy suckle at their breasts drinking their milk. After a few minutes of rest, they would start all over again.
The end chp. 3 The Criminal
Chp. 3 The Crime
Greg Mineras noticed the cute smirk wash across nurse Smyth’s face when doctor Louan Daoh Mien stuffed his lubed finger into his rectum during one of his many exams he thought, “I will have to feel that gooey jelly for the rest of the day. Yvonne Smyth is surely getting a thrill out of this I bet she wishes she was the one doing the fingering.”
“Well your smooth in there no ridges, tight rings, or lesions.” Dr. Mien informatively said as he pulled off his latex gloves then looked at the charts saying as if talking to him self, “one thirty nine over seventy, ninety nine at one hundred percent, heart rate steady at ninety seven per.” He paused surveyed then looked at Greg, “All your chem. levels are at acceptable levels. How have you been sleeping?”
“Well okay for being in a hospital where they wake you if they get an itch. Hey Doc I’ve never heard of anybody getting pneumonia from being intubated for a few days.” Greg questioned.
Greg watched as nurse fiddled with his meds and when he started to feel light headed Dr. Mien explained, “Greg take a deep breath and let it out slow.” While Greg exhaled he continued, “It has been much more than a few days the fact is, you have been out for most of the eighteen months you have been here.” He paused while Greg blinked his eyes and looked around the room and when his met the doctor’s he added, “Mr. Mineras you’ve been in and out seventeen times this last one the longest nearly seven weeks, and there is no organic pathology to account for these long stretches of coma.”
Greg interjected asking, “So that is why I feel so weak?”
“Yes. Do you remember what we were talking about, the panic attacks?” Dr. Mien asked.
“Yes. So my wife has been gone for nearly nineteen months and tell me are the cops any closer to finding her.” Greg sarcastically asked.
“I can’t answer that.” Dr. Mien frankly replied and added, “I’ve had my hands full with you and when they find your wife I will take good care of her too.”
“I thought I’ve been her for only a couple of weeks and now I find out that I’ve been here for nearly two years; that I nearly died, my wife is still missing, next you’ll say the cops still want to talk to me!” Greg stopped as he started to black out but no buzzers or bells sounded.
The Crime, The Victim, and the Criminal · Part 7 (7/8)
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