Chapter 13

Dogpecker was indeed a graphic accuracy, Pal thought, as she got her first close look at it.

Jonas had entered her room less than an hour after Paul left. At least, without a clock, she could only guess that it had been about that long. Whatever the time lapse, it was all too soon for her.

He entered the room as naked as she was. She had to admit that he had taken good care of himself. For his age -- she guessed it to be about forty-four -- he was in Iron condition, with only a slight indication of a paunch. But his deformity gave her the creeps. Even if it wasn't his fault that he had been born with it, she thought he should have better manners than to inflict the sight of it on others.

He moved to stand with his thighs pressed against the edge of her bed, and the long, limp, fleshy tube lay with its tip resting on her sheet. It couldn't have been more than a half-inch in diameter, but it must have been at least six inches or more in length in this flaccid state. Like Paul's, it was uncircumcised. Unlike Paul's, it gave her the weird feeling of viewing a side- show freak.

As a nurse, she had seen her share of cocks. Big and small, long and short, black ones, white ones, varying shades between, circumcised and uncircumcised, healthy ones, diseased ones, soft and limp, hard and erect -- but she had been able regard them impersonally for the most part. Those few patients who considered themselves God's gift to women and expected to thrill a young nurse by grabbing her hand and placing it on their penises had been very quickly cooled down. Pretending initial cooperation, she would simply throw back the covers as if to enjoy looking at it, then use her other hand to execute a fast and deadly finger- flip that stung and hurt the glans like hell! No erection could live through it, nor could the momentary libido which had caused the erection.

But this travesty of a penis could not be ignored, and she knew that this was one she would be unwise to mistreat. In fact, she was already mentally toughening herself, trying to organize her mind in some manner which would make less sickening whatever was about to happen.

She had seen the coiled whip in his hand when he came in, and she remembered what Paul had said about Stillwell's not needing much of an excuse to get rough. While she was thinking about this, he broke the silence.

"Look what I brought you," he said.

"Yes." It was little more than a whisper, but it was all she could manage. It lay less than fifteen inches from her face, and she was half-hypnotized by the revolting appearance of the grayish fleshy worm. It was almost taupe in color. A taupeworm, she thought with a slight tickle of hysteria, then caught herself before she burst out in a wild, mad cackle. She steeled herself and waited.

"Don't just lie there, girl," he said. "Show your appreciation for my thoughtfulness."

It scared her to realize that she wasn't sure what he expected of her. Then that wiser part of her subconscious mind -- - the part that refused to hide its head in the sand like an ostrich -- told her to quite kidding herself and get a move on, unless she was particularly fond of having her skin cut to ribbons.

She raised herself on her elbows and began to pull herself nearer to the snake that had crept onto her sheet. As she drew closer, it acknowledged her approach by twitching slightly, after which it did not seem to be quite as limp.

When she was close enough, she bowed her head over it and brought her lips down until they touched the skin. An uncontrollable shudder ran along her back, making her shoulders quiver.

"Why the shiver, Pal?" he asked.

"Excitement," she said softly, thinking speedily to detour him from any suspicions of the revulsion she felt.

"Well, don't keep yourself in suspense so long," he advised. "Suck it in and get a good taste of it, before you vibrate yourself to death with anticipation."

She lifted her head to look up at him, wondering if he had guessed how she felt and was mocking her -- perhaps already raising the whip over her back. But a quick peek up from under her lashes showed only a greedy anticipation on his face.

She looked down again, and saw that he must have been convinced by her lie. Her reply had stirred his own excitement, and the red tip of his hose-like wand had started to swell and creep out from the wrinkled end of his foreskin. It looked more and more like a penis that belonged on a dog.

Stiffening suddenly to full size, it frightened her by lifting up off the sheet and pointing right at her face. The tip bounced up and struck her nose, and she knew she could no longer postpone the attentions he demanded.

She stretched her lips into a pink, fleshy donut and put them against the beast-like prick, then sucked at it, making the tip slip into her mouth with a thunking sound. Another shudder coursed up her back, and she hastened to work at the hardened flesh with her tongue and lips before he got wise to her true feelings.

After the first few seconds, she was surprised to feel the revulsion disappearing. In fact, the oddly conical elongation of his glans had a novel tactile effect on her. She started to suck and stroke at it, making a great part of its length enter her mouth on each thrust.

Then he grew excited and added some steam of his own to the in-stroke, and she felt the pointy tip strike the back of her throat, choking her. As she swallowed to keep from gagging, her tightening throat tissue pressed around the glans so voluptuously that he groaned loudly, then backed away, withdrawing it from her mouth.

"I'll give you plenty of nourishment later," he said, with a higher-pitched thrill in his voice than he had used earlier. "For now, get on your hands and knees on the bed, and I'll give you a real treat!"

She obeyed quickly, positioning herself for him with her ripely rounded creamy buttocks aimed diagonally toward him, her feet and calves extending from the edge of the bed on either side of his thighs.

His hands caressed her hips, and his thumbs slid down the crack of her ass slowly. She could hear him lick his lips wetly as he drank in the beauty of her valentine bottom. Then she felt the hot, wet point of his glans slip into the hairy slit of her cunt.

He maneuvered it to make it probe its way past the torn ragged inner portals of her vagina, then slowly -- with a voluptuous, sighing groan -- pushed steadily to move the pointed head of his cock through the wrinkled lining of her cant, parting the fleshy furrows before it like earth before a plow.

When he reached the point where Paul had bottomed in her passage, she started to take a deep breath, expecting him to hold the warm, wet grasping of her flesh around him for a moment. But instead, he was maneuvering to shift the pointy tip of his weapon around inside her, as if feeling for something he had lost.

Then she knew what he was doing. He still had length to spare with that skinny pipeline, and he was searching for the mouth of her uterus, intending to thrust his lance inside it!

She started to wiggle her ass around, pretending to be all excited, hoping she could either make him bust his nuts early in the game, or get so interested in her motion that he'd forget his contortionist ideas.

But his one-track mind had been made up. His whip, which she had hoped he would drop on the floor, must have been placed on the bed beside her. For one hand disappeared from her ass, and then the lash cracked down to lay a painful furrow from her left shoulder to her right

She shrieked, and the tears filled her eyes as the fiery pain lanced through her, calling an abrupt halt to her lateral hip movement.

"Hold still!" he roared. "I'll tell you when we start the action." He resumed his probing, and she could feel the rubbery flip of his torpedo as it rubbed over the rim of the target he sought, making little thrills of ecstasy ripple under the skin of her belly.

"Lower your belly and shoulders, but keep your ass up high," he commanded. She tried to hunch down in front, and make her belly lower. It canted her pelvis at a different angle, and she felt his hot little probe flip against the edge of the swelling in the upper part of her vaginal wall once more. This time, the pointy lance slipped over the edge of the ring-like protuberance and then squeezed through the tight center of its fleshy-donut shape.

He gave a cry of triumph and pushed deeper. Just as his balls slapped snugly against the crack of her ass, the coronal ridge of his conical glans passed through the mouth of her womb. To him, it was a thick-lipped creature sucking snugly on the tip of his cock to create an unsurpassable ecstasy.

Its effect on Pal was devastating. As she felt the dog- pecker tip slip into voluptuous connection with the previously virginal opening, she had only a split-second to tell herself that -- as a trained nurse -- she knew it was an impossibility. But the fact erased the theories in the books -- theories which did not take into consideration such a long, rubbery, canine penis as this.

And the very unnaturalness, the wrongness of such a thing did something to her, mentally. To say nothing of the combined physical stimulations in her vagina walls, on her oversensitive buttocks, at her hard little clitoris where Jonas now fingered her, and this deep violation of the lips of her surprised womb.

She simply froze into position as if hypnotized. Then a small ripple of muscular reaction started deep inside her, at the very heart of her female message center. It traveled outward in ever-increasing strength, making waves of sensation that brought her to the brink of unconsciousness, so ecstatic were their effects.

Her lubricating glands, as if they had gone completely berserk, pumped fluids into her vagina at a rate that made almost an immediate flow out of her cuntlips, around the skinny dog-hose, onto the hairy balls, and down her thighs as well as Stillwell's.

As each little spasmodic squirt of escaping juice came forth, Pal uttered an abnormally growling little sound, that would have raised the hackles on any psychotherapist who might have overheard it. Then the unbearable deliciousness of the accomplishment and its sensations triggered Jonas.