Chapter 1

There were five persons and a dog in the gymnasium. Four men and one women. There was no apparatus in the room. The sole piece of furniture was a wicker chair on which the oldest of the people, a slim middle-aged man was sitting. He was dressed in white, lambs wool sweater, chinos and sneakers, and was watching the gymnasts go through their aerobatics. The three men were in their twenties and dressed in blue leotards. The woman, about the same age as the sitting male was naked. She was slim with a firm bosom with startling nearly black aureolas and large pink nipples. She allowed herself to be thrown around the room as if she was a teenager training for the Olympics. The men caught her, threw her to the floor where she landed on her hands, feet or just allowed herself to spin and roll and rise up in a seamless motion. She would run up to the men and dance off their bodies doing cartwheels through the air before she landed. It was non stop action.

The dog, a white male Akita with black patches, weighing over 100 pounds, was laying down at the feet of the man sitting in the chair. The dog was watching the act before him but his eyes were only on the female. His mouth was open most of the time, his tongue hung out and occasionally he moved like someone trying to control their excitement. When he panted, the man stroked his fur and said with a calming voice, “Soon Hylaeus. Soon.”

The gymnasts paused. It was noticeable the men were sweating and breathing heavy whilst the woman looked cool as if she had gotten off a chair lift in the mountains.

The men then left leaving the woman alone. She quickly walked over to the dog. The dog immediately got to his feet with some show of excitement. It was then a watcher would have seen the dog was wearing matching booties taped to his legs.

The woman put up a warning finger to the dog who calmed down straight away. She kneeled down and fondled and kissed the dog on his head. Then they both French kissed their mouths open and their tongues touching and exploring each other’s mouth as only lovers do.

The men returned with four 9ft long quarter staffs between them. The woman immediately left the dog almost reluctantly. She took the fourth staff and walked away from the men twirling the staff expertly in her hands as if it was a light cane.

The men then circled her moving around with their staffs in attack mode. They looked intense, they wanted to hurt this woman.

The woman’s eyes were like a cat’s. They darted at the men; her instincts were razor sharp; she could smell their sweat; she even smiled when she noticed them tense up. They were going to attack NOW!

They did. They leapt at her, their staffs flashing. One was aimed at her head, another at her body and the third - her legs.

The problem was - she wasn’t there anymore.

The woman, with lightning speed, had jumped on the shoulders of the first man, hitting his neck with her staff. Within a second she did this to the other two. She was actually on her feet standing before the first man sank to the floor unconscious. Almost instantly the other two followed suit. The only noise was from their staffs hitting the floor.

“I hope you haven’t hurt them too bad, my love,” said the man sitting on the chair.

“I only gave them a light tap,” she said. “They’ll be awake within a minute. They’ll have the pain for the rest of the day, though.”

True to her words the three men started moving, sat up and rubbed the backs of their necks, ruefully.

“Where did you learn that?” one of the men asked.

“Belisama,” the woman replied handing him her staff. “The Goddess of lakes and rivers, fire, craft and light. Practice what you’ve seen. Then come back when you think you’re ready.”

They left. The woman then went to the dog. She patted her pussy that was as bald as the day she was born.

“Come and play, Arden,” she said.

The giant dog was between her thighs in a flash. She pulled apart the lips of her cunt exposing the moist, pink interior. Arden was no stranger to this. He attacked it with his tongue, his muzzle pushing hard against her love opening. Her legs were splayed open and her eyes closed as she savored the tongue as it delved into the depths of her desire. She loved the roughness of it and it found her clitoris, stroking it, prying it loose from its privacy. She allowed herself to fall into the yawning pit of her emotions. Her sexual state rising slowly at first and then taking her by surprise by the speed it took over her body. She gasped and sank down on her knees before her master.

“I am yours,” she said, “Take me.”

The animal left his tonguing and walked behind her. She leaned forward onto her hands submitting herself to the Akita.

She wanted to give herself to the animal, something she would never allow a human to do. To possess her. To master her. Just the thought was abhorrent. Even when she made love to her husband she was in charge. He was there to please her and not the other way round. She knew he got satisfaction. How could he not? She was a skilled lover. If she pleased him she didn’t care one bit.

Her matings with the Akita were not frequent and it was deliberate. Arden had been taught that it was a privilege she gave to him. And when she did grant that privilege she did give herself to him. Completely. It was going to be given to him now. He was going to be his mistresses’ master and he wanted to be that now! His feet had been fitted into the sock boots. A sure sign he was going to mate.

He saw the human woman now as his bitch. He was going to punish her. He was going to enjoy her. He was going to release his sperm filled balls into her belly. He was going to make her scream.

He had already tasted his bitch’s cunt so with her ass pointing directly at him he went for the other hole. The one with the enticing dark smell. It was smaller and tighter than the lower one so he attacked it more furiously. His tongue worked at the flower. No teasing. Just power. Soon he was rewarded. The flower started to open. It’s petals showing. The center open. Arden was quick to explore the interior. The taste was delicious and he heard his bitch moan.

The bitch was imploring him to fuck her.

“Fuck me, Arden,” she cried. “Fuck me!”

Arden ignored her. Instead he pushed his snout lower down and he commenced his attack back to the bitch’s pussy.

In exasperation the bitch banged her fists down onto the floor. To her annoyance she found the tongue at her cunt was making her lose whatever control that remained. She was going to climax.

“No. No! No! Don’t make me cum!”

The man, the woman’s husband smiled. He had never been able to have this control. He had watched her with other men. With other women. No one ever did this to her. He wondered if other dogs or other animals would have the same affect. But she wasn’t interested. She got off big time watching other women being mated. He liked seeing her playing with her pussy whilst the women were being ravaged by animals. Now he was watching her in the same position. He released his cock. His manhood standing straight to attention. He lovingly stroked it. Not too much, he didn’t want to cum, yet.

The woman came. She felt it spring from her toes. They curled up, sending the muscles in her body to spasm, to rise, to continue upwards through her body and it was then Arden struck. He mounted his bitch. Just as if she was like a ballet dancer as she leapt across the shoulders of the three men, he was the matador with the bull. He struck with his cock, almost hidden by the pouch but showing a bright red lipstick, and it hit the mark immediately. It was like the estocada - a single sword thrust.

As soon as it thrust inside the bitch the dog’s thrust started up like a Gating gun. And the body of the slim, lightweight woman receiving this barrage shook in time. The huge weight of the dog allowed it to plunge down onto the giant and powerful paws and become like a doll in the hands of a baby. The body shook and shook rattling her teeth.