Chapter 11

Myra felt a strange sensation of detachment. She could not identify the texture of the floor of the cave nor distinctly see the walls. The focus of her awareness was the pulsing cock, and its presence seemed to expand and blot out the rest of her universe. The illusion grew upon her that she was suspended by her cunt from a great rod with a huge ball inside her. The gloom of the cavern seemed to have turned to darkness, and the rod was spinning her in ever faster revolutions. Her arms and legs must be flying straight out from her torso, she felt confusedly. If the rod should let go, she would spin like the blades of a helicopter. She would probably fly out over the ocean and disappear forever. But even the spinning was being absorbed in the whirlpool of her pleasure, and the physical sensations in her cunt were becoming fuzzy and indistinct. She wondered vaguely if she were going to pass out.

When she opened her eyes, she was at a loss to understand her situation. Her face was pressed against sand. Her arms were outflung and her legs sprawled at awkward angles. Her crotch burned and throbbed, and she felt as if something were turning her inside out.

Her head began to clear. She became aware of Soldier's stiff legs and slowly realized that he was standing over her. For a fleeting instant, she wondered if he had attacked and mauled her-- if she were already dying as the result of his savage teeth--and then memory burst upon her.

She groaned. "Ohhhhh! You damn fool, Myra! You did! You passed out! Right in the middle of a fantastic orgasm, you had to do a blackout! Jesus!"

Tentatively, she pulled her legs under her to trace some of her weight off her tortured cuntmouth. Encouraged by her success, she then got her forearms firmly under her and crouched quietly under the panting Soldier. The pressure inside her vagina established the fact that he was still hung up in her. She was locked to his prick and no amount of squirming would free her. But with her returning consciousness came a pleasant glow of excitement; her sexual desire had not abandoned her.

"Know what, Soldier?" she asked softly. "I don't give a damn how long it takes you to get loose! Feels good!"

To her dismay, her voice was lost in an incredible roaring that shook the very ground. She felt spray and smelled the ocean. The roar stilled and a silken rushing sound became audible. She twisted to look. Thick, dirty foam boiled toward her on one of the lower levels.

"Omigod, Soldier! The tide! It's filling the cave!"

Panic-stricken, she tried to crawl away from the water. Soldier acted as if he thought she was trying to help him get them disconnected. He tugged backward and stopped her in her tracks.

"No, Goddamn it! We've got to move!" She sobbed with fear and frustration. The fact that their tugging aroused familiar excitement only seemed to aggravate the situation.

But Soldier stubbornly refused to comprehend the need to retreat higher in the cave. And Myra's terror gradually calmed. She began to believe that there must be less immediate hazard than she had at first assumed. Furthermore, if the lapping foam should reach the dog's feet, she was certain he would beat a retreat. For the time being, she could put the danger out of her mind and make the most of her position.

She was aware of the fact that Soldier had satisfied his sexual appetite for the moment. His only interest was in freeing his cock from the grip of her clinging cunt. But her own appetite was more durable. Without deliberate intent to agitate the brute that had her locked onto his cock, she began to move her hips. Her cunt stroked the inch or two of cock between his knot and sheath, and the delicious sensations of fucking welled through her.

Soldier whined piteously. He made no attempt to chastise his tormentor, but his stance conveyed the fact that he wanted no part of her renewed desire. Her experimental movements had aroused an unquenchable fire in her, however, and suddenly she was committed to gratification of the rapidly mounting hunger. Her hips started pumping in earnest. Friction in her cunt sent thrills racing into her thighs and accelerated their action. Her breathing became labored; fierce, wheezing pants tore at her throat and her sides heaved.

With a disgusted whimper, Soldier indicated his perplexity. To Myra's amazement, he sighed and lowered his butt. Sitting on his haunches, he disrupted her concentration for a time. She saw the nervous movements of his forepaws and realized that she was interfering with their natural placement. With a whimper of her own, she interrupted her pumping to thrust her knees wider apart. Soldier took advantage of her offer and settled his paws on the sand inside her thighs. He sat almost normally, his forelegs snug against her sides and wedged between her widespread thighs, while she knelt, her butt tucked against his belly and her asscheeks bumping his rear thighs. Her elbows hugged his forelegs against her sides and she leaned on her hands.

Despite the crowded condition of her position, she found she could resume her fucking, her thighs providing plenty of spring to bounce her up and down the inch or so of his cock between the mouth of his sheath and the bulge of his knot. But there were significant new zones of friction that soon made her feel as if her whole body were a part of the action. The entire length of her back rubbed up and down beneath the slope of his belly. Her sides scraped continuously on the hard inner tendons of his forelegs and the outer bulges of her boobs slipped back and forth against her upper arms.

Myra had to keep her head down to avoid bumping Soldier's muzzle. There was no way to escape the image she made, unless she closed her eyes. For a time, she did so; one of the inhibitions Rocky had sometimes objected to had been against betraying visual curiosity over the more intimate details of sex. Feelings had always seemed sufficient; she had found it difficult to understand the enormous stimulation men derived from seeing things happen. But she had discovered, here at Pulsegate, that she did get a certain very powerful kind of thrill out of what she saw. And she now admitted that each of her former inhibitions in sexuality ought to be challenged.

She fleetingly thought of the scene as lewd and grotesque, and her belly knotted at the feeling. But the knotting was itself exciting, and she finally understood that excitement from any source fused with sexual stimuli to develop the full range of pleasure.

Although Soldier still showed no inclination to join her in active fucking, he did seem to be adapting. Their position prevented discomfort to him and enabled him to regard her frenzy with considerable tolerance. From time to time he licked the back of her neck; when he did, the warm affection made her shiver with delight.

But her exertions and the incessant flood of sensations from her cunt was producing a crescendo of lust that engulfed her. She clenched her teeth and let her breath whistle between them.

"Omigod, honey!" she cried spontaneously. "Oh, God! OH, GOD!"

She felt as if a great knot were forming low in her belly-- being drawn tight and hard and generating waves of pure delight. Impulsively, she clutched at her cunt, then began stroking the side of her clitoris with her fingers. She was able to regulate the pressure and speed for the best possible sensation; delicious fountains of pleasure welled over her and she thrust herself down onto the sharp bristles of Soldier's sheath.

"MMMMM! MMM... AHHHHH! SOLDIER, SOLDIER! EEEEEEE!" Orgasmic spasms seized her. Her thighs hardened and clamped against the dog's taut forelegs. Her belly felt as if it were buzzing and her boobs quivered. She opened her mouth wide and deliberately thrust out her tongue, letting it rest on her chin and panting as if she were a bitch.

The simple gesture seemed to transform the entire act into a primitive, earthy rite. Her climax intensified abruptly. The fierce contractions doubled her over until her forehead pressed against the sand at her knees, but her fingers continued gently stroking the inflamed tissues around her clitoris.

"Oh, Jesus! EEEYAGHHHHH! YAAAGHHHH!" She shuddered violently and continuously. Her only other movement was the slow rotary squirming of her hips, grinding her cunt on the base of Soldier's cock. Wave after wave of searing pleasure washed over her. Each wave was accompanied by a convulsive spasm of her entire body, focused on savage contractions in her vagina that rippled inward from her cuntmouth to the end of the barrel. Between spasms, she was gripped by violent tremors that blocked her attempts to gulp air into her tortured lungs.

In the end, the wild chaos of sensation subsided and her twisted body began to go limp. Quiet sobs of exhaustion were punctuated by gasps that shook her, but her muscles seemed to turn watery and she huddled in helpless, inert satiation. Soldier seemed to have resigned himself to being locked to her.

He bent from time to time to lick her back but showed no inclination to rise to his feet again. At length, he heaved a deep sigh and flopped onto his side. The change in his position jerked her with him, and she lay curled in the hollow at his belly, her butt still pulled tightly against his shaggy underside. She continued to lie motionless. She felt as if she were in the middle of a weird dream and admitted drowsily to herself that she would be content to remain as she was for hours.

The water level advanced to the ledge below them but came no further. Breakers crashed at the very mouth of the crevice, and an occasional swell sent a mountain of foam surging inward to convince the huddled girl that the end had arrived. But upon reaching the cavern, the white wall invariably collapsed to hiss harmlessly over the floor, and she received hardly more than the spray from shattered bubbles. The big dog's body heat on her back and the continued internal heat around his buried cock kept her feeling cozy.

At last, she felt the shrinking of his knot and knew it was slipping through her clinging cuntmouth. Reluctant as she was to lose the pleasant sensation of fullness, she recognized Soldier's remarkable patience and tugged experimentally. Her rim stretched deliciously and she pulled herself away from the dog's belly. Still a respectable size, the knot popped free with an audible sound similar to that of a cork coming out of a bottle. She had to squirm along the sand to peel herself off the rest of his extended cock.

The intense feeling of tenderness she had developed toward Soldier had not only persisted, but had grown deeper during the time that had elapsed since his orgasm. She had no idea what had produced his gentle tolerance; her first coupling with him on the beach had resulted in her being dragged until only Leanne's arrival had prevented panic. She knew he had similarly dragged Leanne, and she had watched his efforts to rid himself of Bonnie. She could now only imagine that he had developed genuine affection for her--it seemed reasonable to believe he was responding to the spirit she had displayed by initiating this round of sex in the cave. Whatever the source of his attitude, it aroused a rapidly growing warmth in her.

She saw that his cock was lying on the sand while he tried to clean it. He appeared to be distressed and puzzled and quick sympathy stirred her. She stretched to reach one of the remnants of her ruined panties. The material was still damp, and she laid it momentarily against her flesh to take the chill off. Then, propping herself on one elbow, she slipped that hand under Soldier's cock and cradled it while gently beginning to remove the sand.

Soldier watched closely; he reminded her of a small boy distrustfully allowing someone to clean a cut. The doubtful air soon vanished and Soldier stretched on his side. Then, to her distinct concern he shifted his position until he could lay one forepaw on her hip and tug at it. Curious, she submitted to his urging by pushing her legs and hips closer to him. With a gentle series of butts, he thrust her top knee into the air and nudged it when she started to clamp her thighs together. She sighed and held her knee up to expose her cunt. The big dog began to clean the residue from her labia while she continued removing sand and caked semen from his cock.