Chapter 21

I tried to open my eyes but the light hurt me. I could feel your hands moving my arms behind me, and suddenly my shattered arms fell free to the sides of my body, and I shrugged in pain at first, and then felt greatly relieved.

I sighed deep and started to remember last night, then realized than you just had take the handcuffs from my wrists. I turned around, my eyes yet almost shut to avoid the morning light, and you slowly laid over me, kissing me. Your weight made worst the ache of my body at first, but the warmth of your skin and the sweetness of your long kiss made me feel much, much better.

Then you released my lips and went to kiss my neck and ear, whispering, "Mon petit fuckbunny, I'm sorry about forgetting the handcuffs ... I just hope you would behave better in the future, so I don't have to punish you like this..."

Then you took my bruised wrists and massaged then with your massive hands, raising them over my head, so you could do it while you kissed me again. I moaned of both pain and delight, and couldn't avoid crying, and in almost silent voice, begging you to forgive me.

You were very tender, and the act of kissing and stroking me, or perhaps my tears, excited you and make your cock stand up again. But this time you were absolutely sweet and fucked my cunt with extreme care, and I had a single and long orgasm, after which you came, unloading in my pussy and continuing there for a long moment, my legs embracing your hips with love.

After a long romantic time there on the floor, you finally stood up and help me follow you. You took my chin in your hand and examined my face with a slightly worried gesture. "You would have to take care of that..." you told me, then swiftly slapped my butt, driving me to the bathroom.

I scared myself when I looked my face on the mirror. No wonder that I couldn't see very well! I had both eyes black like a boxer! And looking carefully at my body, I could see a good deal of hematomas here and there, revealing the terrible punishment I had deserved last night. My lower lip was quite bulky, too, although I didn't feel pain when you kissed me, but it could have being because I always fell so well when you do it...

I tried to cover my wounds as I could with my makeup, and took a pair of big sunglasses that scarcely had used before. I didn't look very good, but at least not like a monster. The most noticeable thing was my lips. So, as we finished packing and you went to check out with the hotel owner, I rushed to the street, avoiding her.

We went to the airport to make another jump, this time to Holland.

We arrived to the Dutch airport, Schiphol, a couple of hours later, and after sleep the whole flight, I fell asleep again as we got a minibus to our final destination. I was so tired, and may be had a bit of fever, and you encouraged me to continue my nap, cradling me in your arms.

You woke me up when we were about to arrive. I noticed that we were in the country. I expected to be in Amsterdam, but then you explained that we were going to a place near Haarlem, where you have to do some research for a feature story about the country's agriculture. You told me how Holland was one of the most advanced places in agriculture oriented biotechnology and cross-breeding. Your eyes shined when you pronounced that last word, and I didn't even dare to ask, as I had never heard about that before. But you suddenly seemed very interested in such scientific matters. It didn't surprised me as I know how much things you know so far beyond my poor knowledge, but I was delighted to see you so excited about the prospect of your work.

We made our way to a magnificent rural estate with a great house surrounded by huge buildings that looked like ultramodern barns, and many fences separating what appear to be thriving crops and a rich supply of livestock, everything frames with beautiful strings of tulips. The minivan followed a compact dirt path trough them, right to the house gate, and the driver honked as we where parking near the entrance.

We got out and as we where picking our baggage, someone called you with brotherly affection. You turned around and went to greet him. Then you introduced me to Henrik, the estate owner and an old friend of yours, and he introduced us to his beautiful wife, Wilma. She was an impressive redhead and seeing how you looked at her, I though once again that I have to change my hair color some day. Of course, I could smell how she reacted when you shook her hand. "Damned", I though, biting my already hurt lower lip, "Why the hell, had every woman show herself as such a wanton at the very moment they meet him? I can't understand what kind of magnetism he irradiates, even as I am the living proof of the extraordinary strength of his power..."

Henrik, instead, seemed like a gentleman, and he quickly noticed the marks on my face, and asked what had happened to me. I lied that I had fell down a stone stairway in Brussels, and you laughed, hugging me, and saying them that I am a great secretary, but so concentrated in my job that I used to commit such goofy things.

Henrik asked Wilma to take care of me and apply some of the medicines they had for the farmers. He explained that no matter how hi-tech country is becoming, the job there keeps being very hard and such kind of wounds are everyday things to them.

You gorgeous new friend pick brought me inside the house and made me seat on the kitchen, applying me a good dose of smelly things that itched a lot, but that really got me better.

We all had lunch together and then Henrik drove into town on some business, while Wilma took us on a tour around the estate. On our way to one of the barns, two enormous dogs jumped in front of us, barking, and made my heart stop in terror. They have being lying in the shadows during the midday heat, and I hadn't seen them. Their teeth seemed like knives and their mouths dripped long strings of spit.

But our host laughed seeing me so scared. "Don't be afraid, please", she said in perfectly adequate English, although with some slightly strange accent that I could note that you liked. "They are very, very sweet..." and she showed us letting them lick her hands like puppies.

"This is Thor," Wilma said, patting the white one's head. "He's cute, and a lot of fun", she smiled mysteriously.

"And he's my dear Jimi", she said, bending over to rub the tummy of the muscular beast. "Henrik wanted to name Jimi something boring, but I wanted to name him for the guitarist." It's obvious for me that she's taking advantage of her position to show you her ample breasts over her blouse. And I don't need to guess what's growing inside your pants. I almost can hear your balls getting filled.

Then she looked up, smiling even more wickedly than with Thor. "He's my favorite." You smiled also, very funny, and I though that maybe the guitar thing was about some joke that I just can't get.

We strolled through the barns, and Wilma noted points of interest about several of the animals. She hugged a magnificent black horse with obvious affection. "This is Zeus, king of all the animals." Peeking back at us, she smiles, "Do you like animals?"

I glance at you, awaiting your response, a bit confused. You nod in the way that tells me I must answer.

"Yes, yes," I stammered, not wishing to say something foolish, "I was raised in the country, too. I loved dogs when I was a child." Then I hear you reply, "I wish I had been there," in a low voice.

Blushing slightly, although I don't know why, I peeked up to see you both grinning broadly and staring at me. Taking your hand, ashamed because I didn't understood what's was going on, I looked to the ground and really blushed.

After Henrik returned, we have a fabulous meal with wonderful food, wine and you three had a good conversation that I listened to carefully, trying to understand what you comment about seeds, genes, cells, wombs, and a lot of things that sounded like science fiction to me.

As I was so quite, Wilma went close to me as we sipped a coffee, to chat a little with me while you discussed the plans for the next day. I wasn't sure why, but something about this place excited me, and maybe even scared me a bit, too. But I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, as much as I was jealous about that woman, she was finally starting to like me, as she was quite good and supportive with me, even as she most surely looked like a stupid girl for her, just a toy of yours. But she was so cozy and sexy that even I couldn't resist her.

We retired for the evening in a bedroom next to our hosts' chamber. I prepared myself for bed and you followed me into the bathroom. You caressed my buttocks while I brushed my teeth, as you usually like to do, but before I could feel your virility taking place between my legs, I saw in the mirror how you cocked your head and seemed to listen intently. Then you went out and I could finish my brushing more carefully than usual.

When I went off the bathroom, to my amazement, you were knelt against the wall that separates our room from theirs. You looked puzzled, if somehow pleased.

You heard me approach, and whispered, "What do you know ... There's a hole in the wall."

I sat on the bed, waiting for you, and watching you in fascination. Several times I think I heard you gasp slightly and whisper words I couldn't quite catch. To my further surprise, suddenly you parted my bathrobe and started stroking your cock, which was already big and hard.

"I think you should get over here," you said.

Obedient, I hustled right over and got on my knees. You took my body, naked as always you want me on bed, and accommodate me, tilting your head so I could see a small hole a meter or so above the floor. Leaning forward, I squinted as my eyes adapt to the dim light in the other room.

Now I was the one who gasped. Wilma was on the floor on all fours, and Thor was behind her in the unmistakable act of fucking his mistress. To help, Henrik was stroking the dog's body and seemingly holding him in place. I have to concentrate very hard to hear them.

"Ahhhh, he's in me now," Wilma cried faintly through the wall. "I'm knotted. Ahhhh, it hurts, but it feels so good."

I couldn't remove my eyes from the shocking spectacle. Somehow I think this have something to do with the strange force I sensed in this place.

"What do you think?" you asked me, while I feel the familiar sensation of your fingers beginning to enter my orifices.

"It's, it's sick, my Master ... What kind of ... wo ... woman would do such a thhh ... thing?" I stuttered.

"What kind of woman indeed?" you replied. "One who makes my cock hard, that's who, bitch", and you plunged into my cunt, making me sigh.

"I suggest you continue watching," you told me. "You have until I finish cumming in you to watch. Maybe you'll learn something."

Quite horrified, but submissive, and curious, I returned my gaze to the hole. Wilma was underneath now. With the broadside view, I could stare with my mouth wide open as she sucked Thor's impressively thick cockmeat.

You were fucking me hard now, and it was hard to keep my eyes on the hole. But then you groaned and spurted what seems like a waterfall of sperm into my cunt.

As this was happening, Wilma seemed to choke and she yanked the dog's dick from her mouth. It was hard for me to see it clearly, but I could figure it was canine cum what gushed all over her face.

Then you drew me away and we retired. "What's knotted, Master?" I whispered to you as we climb into the bed and just before you feed my mouth with your cock to make me clean you up before sleeping.

While I sucked you carefully, you explained to me: "A dog has a thing on his cock called a knot," you told me, closing your hands around my head and bobbing it up and down. "When he starts fucking and gets his cock inside, the knot expands to two or three times its normal size. Once in, it's impossible to remove until he's cum once or twice and the knot returns to its normal size. In the meantime, he's fucking away. It can take 30 minutes or more before that knot comes out with a loud plop and the dog's thin, milky cum spurts out of the cunt."

Explaining such matter to me got you in the mood to unload what remains in your balls. "Come on, bitch, suck this bull, come on ... I will inseminate your lips..." you ordered me, driving me to suck you really hard and deep until I got my throat flooded. "Yeah ... Yeah, my little mammal pet...", you told me, stroking my hair tenderly as you relaxed back on the pillow and closed your eyes.

I finished swallowing and licking what had dripped out of my mouth, and then nestled at your side, letting you hug me, sleepy. Breathing deeply, calming down, I stared at the ceiling and meditated about what I have learned, trying to accommodate my ideas. "I wonder what tomorrow might bring," I though, as sleep finally washed over me.

I woke up in the morning as I felt your fingers playing with my cunt, then I felt your tongue licking me, so slowly, so swiftly ... But your fingers seemed too thin...

I jumped up, scared, and as my eyes got accustomed to the morning light, I realized that it was Wilma, not you! I was very ashamed, but she crawled over me, told me, "Good morning, my friend ... Men had gone to do their things, so we can play a little together...", and then kissed me, delving her tongue deep into my mouth.

I was frozen, but she melted me quite quickly, touching me so sweet and kissing me this way. How strange ... I used to have so much prejudices about lesbians and all that things, and after being under your command for quite some time, I had now learned to enjoy having sex with a woman ... not as much as with men, but I never failed to think about how much you enjoy seeing me in the arms of another girl. How naïve I am! Another bunch of my prejudices were about to being blown away in pieces...

She lied on the bed and made me crawl over her, sucking her nipples. She had incredible breasts and I felt jealous in advance imagining that sooner or later you'll be enjoying them, and I'll —of course— lose in the comparison.

But she didn't let me think too much, because while I was stroking her, she patted on the side of the bed and I scared again at the sudden presence of the furry white dog. He stood beside me over the bed and licked Wilma's chin while she kept me calm. Then she took my hand and made me caress the dog. "Look at this nice girl, Thor ... Don't you like her?" she asked the beast, as if he where a person, and the animal looked at me, with his expressionless face. I stood still, afraid of what he would do, and then he slurped my face with his rough and wet tongue. It was a little disgusting, but I remembered how much I liked this when I was a little girl, and I couldn't help but rubbing his back. He went back to his Mistress, who seemed so glad of him, and we keep caressing him for a while. He was really well behaved and calm, and he obviously was enjoying a lot all this treatment.

Then Wilma moved my hand from the dog's back to his belly, and then lower, and made me take his cock. It was already big, but it instantly reacted to my touch, stepping out and widening. "Isn't he lovely?" she asked me.