Chapter 6

Now that Donna was safe and sound back in her own bed in the States, she could look back on her ordeal as a captive of the Dog Warriors of the Amazon and try her best to push the humiliation and degradation of her feminine spirit out of her mind for some much-needed inner peace.

In retrospect, it all seemed like a dream to her now and it was in her mind like something she had read in a book and not actually experienced with plenty of wear and tear on her sensitive anal system and her feminine folds that were subjected to rituals any woman would shudder to contemplate even at a safe distance.

Prior to her captivity, she had been somewhat perverted in her odd attraction to copulating with canines of almost any breed providing they did not bite and had their paws shielded so she did not suffer unwanted scratches on her delicate white skin.

Her long-time bed partner at home was a tall, handsome black police detective with an addiction for rich white bitches with anal fixations. They were matched perfectly because she had a fetish for watching his oversized dark-skinned cock sliding resolutely in and out of her nicely stretched vagina and anal openings and to see his punishing black palms spanking her white ass cheeks with no mercy with his heavy hands and his complete disregard for her pleas and promises to be a good girl for him in all matters in the future.

She was far too ashamed to admit her weakness to him for having eager canines doing her doggy style from behind because she knew it was not an acceptable form of copulation in modern day society and she would treated with scorn by her friends and relatives. In fact, the entire episode with the very human Dog Warriors down in South America was a secret she wanted kept confidential with only the good sisters of the Order of the Immaculate Conception fully aware of her terrible ordeal in submitting to their disgusting rituals from medieval times. The two sins of her spotted past were not in the least bit related but she knew much would be made of her dreadful fetish and the unfortunate circumstances of her recent exploits outside the country.

It was only last evening when she received an unexpected call from Sister Corinna to advise she was coming up to visit her at the request of the order and the Mother Superior to make certain she was fully recovered from her ordeal.

Donna like Sister Corinna the best of the Order of devoted nuns because she was the one that had cleaned her and massaged her back to full health after her terrible treatment. She was not the prettiest or the youngest of the Order of health-care sisters, but she was truly pure of heart and giving in every aspect of human relationships. In fact, she was just the opposite of a sex-obsessed dog intent on taking its pleasure from her body, mind and spirit with little care for her needs or emotions in her submissive position.

The fact that she had been seeking more information on the Dog Warriors at the time of her abduction would make her look guilty of planning her own humiliation and nothing could be further from the truth if the facts were fully known. She knew that Sister Corinna believed her implicitly and that was all she needed right now to sustain her sanity in the face of her own self-guilt.

Her relationship with police detective Duane Brown was already on the skids because he had been under heavy pressure from his parents to marry a girl of his own race and to stop fooling around with white women that were out to get him into nothing but trouble. It was the kind of trouble that might destroy his career and cost him his family trust. It might rob him of the friendship of neighborhood friends that would think him much too disloyal to remain close to any longer.

She met Duane at the courthouse building downtown because he was tied up in some trials that needed his testimony to resolve. He looked ever so handsome in his uniform because the department wanted their officers to testify in uniform to get the message across that the men in blue were the front line against the criminal element. It seemed so strange that he was black, the judge was black and even the prosecutor was a young black woman with an ambitious air about her that seemed cast an aura around her that made her seem like some sort of crusader against crime in any form.

The poor alleged rapist was a skinny guy with a suspicious look about him that made his chances look real slim since the majority of the jurors were dark-skinned and female and he already had two strikes against him before he even opened his mouth.

Donna felt a little sorry for him despite his alleged crime because he didn’t seem the rapist type to her at all and she had seen almost everything in that category in recent months and felt she had a good handle on recognizing the ingredients of criminal perversion of a sexual nature.

The so-called trial ended abruptly when his lawyer copped a plea for fifteen years and the State rested the case rather than incur the taxpayers any more budget dollars that were getting scarcer every year. Donna couldn’t help but have a suspicion the guy was probably innocent but he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he didn’t have the dough to get anything but a court-appointed attorney and the end was assured from the very beginning. Hopefully the real rapist would get caught real soon and not too many more innocent females would suffer the same indignity at his hands.

It meant that Duane had the rest of the afternoon off and they both got into her sedan and drove down to the water’s edge to make out in the backseat at the edge of the parking lot away from the fishermen and the runners that liked to run along the trail that ran along the edge of the lake all the way down to the bridge that no longer carried the weight of a loaded railway train.