The New Pet

The New Pet, Chapter Three

 

 

            And so it went for two more days … double cocks rotating between fucking her ass and her cunt.  At night, Beatrice would insert a double-headed anal plug deep into Daisy’s ass.  And every night she would give her a hefty dose of valium either orally—one of the men holding her mouth open like the vet would a cat or a dog while Beatrice drizzled it down her throat—rubbing it to make the girl swallow, or a suppository would be slipped in her ass before the plug. 

            The final morning, Daisy was put up on the cleaning table after having been fucked in both her ass and cunt.  After the enema and douching, Beatrice washed the girl’s hair and dried it, styling it nicely.  She smiled as she looked at the girl’s eyes—they were dull, the fight was gone from her.  Beatrice applied make-up and then put a bow in Daisy’s hair.

            Paul and Bob were waiting with two golf carts as the helicopter landed on the pad.  Jean-Paul and two other men stepped off the ‘copter.  He nodded and shook hands with the men waiting. 

            “The new pup is ready?”

            Bob said, “Yes sir.  I think you will find her a real treat.  I know we have.”

            Jean-Paul laughed as he turned and muttered something to one of his men in French.  The man went back and returned with a large red Labrador retriever on a leash.

            “Sarge does not travel well, but an acquaintance in Atlanta loaned one of his labs who loves to fly.”

            Bob and Paul looked at each other and grinned.  It was going to be a fun afternoon.  They had never seen a woman fucked by a dog.

            Beatrice was waiting for them in front of her large house.  Jean-Paul jumped out and ran to kiss her on both cheeks.

            “Cherie … you look lovely as always.”

            “Jean-Paul, it is always good to see you,” Beatrice said.  “After our phone conversation last night I felt it would go better if the girl was sedated.  Tony and I gave her a little something and now she is asleep and on the bench.”

            Jean-Paul rubbed his hands together.  “Excellent!  I am hard just thinking about it.” He reached down and rubbed his cock through his slacks.

            Beatrice laughed as she opened the door to her playroom.  Jean-Paul gasped in pleasure as he saw Daisy tied to a low padded table, her head hanging down, her blonde hair sweeping the floor.

            “Bea…she is gorgeous.  And what a body!”  He reached down and fondled her dangling breasts, tweaking her nipples.  Daisy moaned lightly in her drugged state.

            She was home and in her bed—so soft it felt like she was floating.  Christopher was there with her.  His hands so soft and caressing her, lingering on her breasts before moving downwards…touching her pussy lips.  It felt so good.  Then she felt his tongue, running from her clit to her ass before coming back and burrowing its way into her pussy.  He had never eaten her like this before.  She was going to cum from his tongue, the spasms rolling across her body.  Her shuddering body twitching like it had never done before.  She tried to reach out to touch him, but she couldn’t move her arm.  Her eyes flew open … oh noooo she was still there.  Then she heard the barking.

            They were all laughing as the dog licked the girl to orgasm.  “I think she likes her new lover,” Jean-Paul said.

            Daisy started begging, “No please, no not that please.”  And the tears flowed.

            Beatrice reached down and put her fingers on the girl’s lips.

            Jean-Paul said to Bea, “Let her beg all she wishes.  When we get home we will have a little procedure done and then we will not have to listen to her beg again.”

            Bea smiled at him.  It was difficult to find a man whose tastes were as perverted as her own. 

            Jean-Paul clapped at the dog who responded by quickly jumped up, his paws on the girls back.  Daisy screamed as she felt the dog cock bobbing between her legs.

            One of men with Jean-Paul asked, “Which hole?”

            Jean-Paul replied, “Her ass, of course.”

            The man reached under the dog and gently captured the dogs cock in his hand before putting the head at the girl’s asshole.  The dog’s hips were already jerking and dog slipped easily into her stretched ass. 

            Daisy was screaming and crying as the dog fucked her ass.  Her eyes opened wide when the knot started swelling inside her, trapping the dog cock in her ass.  She threw up when she felt the dog’s cum spurting inside her.

            Tony moved quickly into action, using the hose to wash away the vomit.

            The dog stood there over her, drool pooling on her back.  When his knot went down, he pulled out and trotted over to Jean-Paul’s feet and curled up, licking himself clean.

            “Daisy will be learning to clean her lover herself when we get back home,” Jean-Paul said.  “And I need to do a little something else to her.  Do you have dog clippers or an electric razor?” he asked Bea.

            Beatrice opened the cabinet beside her and pulled out some hair clippers.  She plugged them in handed it to Jean-Paul. 

            He turned it on and the squatted down beside Daisy.  “Easy girl,” he said as he placed it as the base of Daisy’s head and started shaving the girl’s head. 

            She moaned and whimpered and begged him.  “Please stop, please stop.  Don’t do this to me, please”

            “I am going to have to masturbate as soon as you get this dog loaded,” Beatrice said.  “I am dripping wet.”  They all laughed.

            It only took Jean-Paul about ten minutes to completely shave Daisy’s head.  “I do not necessarily like this look, but it will make her easier to keep clean once she is outside in the kennel at home.”

            “She will be an outside bitch?” Beatrice asked.

            “Of course, with the other dogs,” Jean-Paul answered.

            They were standing there talking when the double doors on the back of the playroom that led to the backyard flew open.

            “FREEZE!  FBI.”

            Twenty men came running into the playroom, their guns out with their arms akimbo.  They quickly cuffed Beatrice, Jean-Paul and their men.

            Three of men gently untied Daisy and wrapped her in a blanket.

            “Are you okay, Agent Howard?”

            Daisy nodded her head.  “I have been drugged, but I am fine.  I need to shower, please before we leave.”

            “Yes Ma’am.  We brought you something to wear.”

            Daisy nodded and took the sweats from one of her subordinates before walking over to where Beatrice was seated.  She smiled down at her.  “I am going to enjoy testifying against you.”

            “You fucking little bitch,” Beatrice growled at her.

            Jean-Paul burst into tears and peed on himself as one of the agents pulled him to his feet and started reading him his rights.

            The prisoners were taken to Atlanta and booked for their crimes.  They were strip-searched and put in orange prisoner jumpsuits before being put in cells to await their hearings and meetings with lawyers.

            Elaine Howard sat in her supervisor’s office after her medical exam telling him that after she gave her statement she thought she would need some time off.

            Her boss stared at her thoughtfully.  “They could have picked any of our other agents we had planted in that park, Elaine, or gone to another jogging park.  I don’t know of anyone else who would have help up as well as you did.  Will you be up to testifying against them…about everything?  And answering what their lawyers will ask you.  We confiscated a lot of videotape there along with their web casting film.  We know what happened.”

            She nodded.  “These are sick bastards and they need to go under a jail somewhere.”

 

TWO YEARS LATER

            Elaine sighed as she stretched out on the beach in Miami.  Her body had slowly recovered from the abuse Beatrice had inflicted on her.  Her mind might never heal though.  After the sex traders had been convicted of kidnapping and numerous other crimes, Elaine had asked for and received a leave of absence.  Her eyes were closed as the wind danced across her skin.  Maybe she would be okay…eventually.  She didn’t see the four men watching her through binoculars from the boat. 

            “Is that her?”