PART 5
A doctor now began to visit Scully in Amel's room every few days.
Amel would hold her pet still at her head, while the doctor inserted
his thermometer into Scully's vagina. Her diet was changed too to
increase her chances of a healthy pregnancy. Scully hardly noticed.
When the right day was reached in her fertility cycle the sheikh
ordered that Scully should be brought to his dining room that evening
so that her mating could be the after-dinner entertainment.
In a waiting area, near the sheikh's rooms, Scully was thoroughly
washed and cleaned to make her ready. A manservant rubbed down and
oiled her exposed flesh, taking great care to leave liberal amounts of
oil in her cunt. This time the tongue strap was fitted across her
lower jaw, making it impossible for her to speak. Then they waited for
the sheikh's signal that the meal had ended and the entertainment
could begin.
As Scully was led into the room on her leash, she found herself in a
cleared, empty space. Around half of the room were arranged couches
and chairs where the sheikh and his guests lounged, relaxing and ready
to enjoy her performance. A shocked jolt ran through Scully. One of
the men watching was Mulder! A confused mass of electric thoughts ran
through her mind. What was he doing here? Had she been traced?
Would Mulder rescue her? Would be recognise her? And a blush that he
should see her naked, tits hanging down and ass in the air as she
shuffled across the open floor.
Confused and disorientated, Scully paid no attention as her collar was
attached to a chain that ran to a heavy stone block in the centre of
the room. The chain's length was set to allow her freedom to run
anywhere within the cleared arena. Behind her the manservant pulled a
small jar of red liquid from his trousers and a soft brush. Opening
the jar and dipping his brush, the servant bent to paint the liquid
onto Scully's exposed outer lips and then, pushing the brush, much
more liquid deeply into her cunt. The liquid tingled but Scully was
still too shocked by the unexpected appearance of Mulder to pay any
attention.
Final bets were placed between the Sheikh and his guests and then at
his signal, two hunting dogs were released into the arena from
opposite sides. One dog was the pride of the sheikh's hunting pack,
the other was the champion of one of his guests. The bet they had
taken was to see which of the two dogs would fuck Scully first!
With a snarl the dogs initially raced at each other. But their senses
were hit by the irresistible perfume from the liquid in Scully's
snatch. This had been taken from bitches on heat and instantly
overwhelmed and confused the great dogs' chemistry. Breaking off from
their attack they both moved to sniff at Scully's rear, one eye on
each other, watching for a challenge.
Scully's shock from seeing Mulder broke as she woke up to what was
planned for her. Amazingly, although there was nothing to stop her
from standing, she had now spent so many weeks on all fours as a dog,
that her reaction was to run away from them to the limits of her chain
on her paws.
As soon as she ran the dogs chased her, used to hunting down helpless
prey. Scully twisted and turned, dodging from one side of the ring to
the other while her audience cheered and encouraged their favourite
dog. As she thrashed about the dogs' instinct was to close her down
and capture her so that there was little competition between them.
One would pounce towards her from one side, while the other would
chase from the other side.
Sharp teeth closed round Scully's arm and she froze to a halt,
terrified of being bitten. The dog holding her arm in its jaw panted
and held her still, concentrating on bringing her under control.
Immediately the other hound took his chance and pressed its cold black
snout deep into Scully's crotch. Scully jolted but did not dare to
move in case she was bitten. A long red tongue reached into her and
lapped into her soft insides, opening and invading her deliciously.
Further down the hound's prick began to fill with blood, excited by
the heady smells of bitch on heat that soaked Scully's cunt. Red pink
mottled meat emerged and began to twitch as the dog rapidly moved up a
gear. The dog holding tight to Scully's arm felt the aromas and
chemistry too. Unsure as to whether to let go of her and drive away
his rival, for the moment he growled his warning and continued to hold
on tight.
Scully felt stiff flesh stabbing hopefully at her inner thighs as the
beast hunched over her, pressing for entry. A wave of panic and
refusal swept through her and Scully dropped her hips to the floor to
deny him entry, being careful not to move her captured arm. The
frustrated dog barked angrily and stepped back from her.
This started a fight between the competing hounds and that allowed
Scully to pull herself up again and scuttle to the end of her chain.
But there was nowhere for her to hide. After a good deal of growling
and biting play the two dogs again were overcome by the delicious,
urgent smell from Scully's rear and loped over to chase her.
Three times this pattern was repeated. One or other of the dogs would
begin to mount her, Scully would drop her hips to the floor to refuse
him and a fight would begin again. It was clear that one of the dogs
was beginning to dominate.
At a signal from the sheikh handlers stepped forward and held on to
the collars of the hunting dogs, holding them back. The servant who
had prepared Scully for the event, came forward and pulled a cloth bag
over her head, blinding her completely. A low bench was brought into
the arena and place just in front of the sheikh and his guests.
Scully was dragged to it and strapped down, belly to the bench top.
Her legs were pulled forward and tied so that her rear was left
hanging out and exposed at a perfect height for the dogs. Another
brush load of the red liquid was pushed into her cunt, making the dogs
instinctively lick at their pricks.
At once the dogs were released and pounced towards her. Although they
snarled and paraded at each other it was clear that one of the dogs
had given way and made no real attempt to hinder the leader as he
began to lick his longue tongue deep into Scully's vagina. Scully
tried to wriggle but found that she was now too well tied. There was
nothing that she could do to protect herself further. Blind and
unable to move, she realised that she had no choice but to open
herself to what was inevitable.
As the perfume worked its powerful effect on the beast at her rear,
again swollen, mottled meat - like a salami sausage - reared out
beneath her. With a last growl over its shoulder at its defeated
rival the triumphant hound hunched in closer and stabbed at her
opening. Three or four attempts later his prick found her sopping
hole and plunged in. Some of the audience groaned, others cheered as
the winners of their bet were confirmed.
Tongue lolling out from his drooling mouth, the beast began to drive
his prick into Scully in a fast rhythm. The other dog sat back
licking at its groin where its own prick could now be seen coming
ready for action. The bench and Scully tied firmly to it was
shuddering with the strength of the great dog's urgent stabs as he
forced into her again and again. Scully's inner walls were stretched
wonderfully wide as they gripped around his insistent meat. She
panted and gasped in time to his dominant thrusts, no longer conscious
of anything but blood and cunt.
The bulge at the lower end of the hound's prick emerged from its
sheath and began to expand. It pressed deeper into Scully and she
became aware of this new, greater pressure forcing her to expand even
further. Tied as she was there was nothing she could do to close
herself against the invasion, even had she really wanted to. The
bulge was pressed and hammered against the muscles of her inner lips
on every thrust and the flesh gradually gave way. She opened and now
the bulge was inside her, her cunt gaping wide.
Scully hardly noticed as she was overcome by the rising torrent of her
own passion as she raced towards her climax. The hound threw back its
head as deep inside her it began to squirt powerful jets of fluid
against the mouth of Scully's womb. The impact broke Scully's own
tension and spasms of passion raced through her womb and vagina.
Frantically her muscles gripped the meat inside her as if to swallow
it into herself even deeper.
Panting, the hound began to pull out from her as the spurts and
trickles from the end of his prick wound down. But his bulge was
still held tight by Scully's instinctive needs and his prick would not
slide out from her. Growling he tried again and then stepped over her
in classic style and there they stayed, locked into each other, for
the minutes that it took Scully to calm down to the point where he
vaginal muscles were able to release him.
When the dogs had been led away by their handlers, Scully was left on
her bench. The sheikh turned to Mulder and asked:
"Well, Mr Mulder, have you seen anything better in Washington?"
Mulder had to admit that it had been exciting. The bulge in his
trousers made that difficult for him to deny. He was still confused
as to exactly why Skinner had sent him here. He had been more than
usually mysterious on the subject and he still hadn't picked up any
clues. But, yes, as he was here anyway, he might as well enjoy
himself and sample the local delights.
The sheikh lent towards him, as if speaking to him confidentially.
"Mr Mulder. As a personal favour to me, would you do me the honour of
relieving yourself by fucking her?" The sheikh smiled but his hard
eyes hinted that it was a request that would be difficult to refuse.
Mulder gulped and thought quickly. This was not his normal style but
the Bureau would want him to keep such a powerful contact happy. And
after all he was feeling more than a little horny after the show.....
Making his way down to the cleared area, Mulder was very aware of the
other men present. It felt a little too much like having to pee in
public for him to be entirely easy with the idea. But no going back
now. He unzipped, pulled out his half-bloated prick and began to
stroke it easily as he knelt down behind Scully and between her legs.
Gripping her above her hips he thrust home.
He shuffled in a little closer and found that his hands could squeeze
and grip on her squashed breasts as he began to settle into his
rhythm. The breast-flesh felt great and his fingers instinctively
pulled and stroked at her mounds while he slid backwards and forwards
into her. It didn't take long - he was too excited and over-aware of
the audience half watching him. Mulder spurted and sighed as his
sperm splattered against Scully's craving cervix and began their way
towards her womb. No thought crossed his mind linking this creature
beneath him with the vanished Scully. And as for Scully, blind in her
head bag, she did not even know that she had finally achieve her great
ambition of making it with Mulder!
Scully spent that night tied to an inclined board, head down and feet
above her, as the Arabs who owned her made sure that the sperm worked
away as deeply inside her as possible.
For days after the exhibition Scully was quiet and confused at her
feelings. Dismayed and embarrassed at the powerful exhibition she had
made of herself. Confused and despairing that Mulder's reappearance
had not apparently led to her rescue. And so she resumed her life
with Amel as before. Gradually she became sure that she was now
pregnant.
For the final month of her pregnancy, Scully was moved out from Amel's
room and returned to her old kennel run. Her bloated breasts and huge
stomach hung down so painfully that she would often lack the energy to
do anything but lie on the grass as the days passed. The doctor was
again visiting her, watching her nearing term and making sure that she
had what she needed in her food.
When the day of her delivery eventually arrived and she went into
labour, Scully was moved to a different cage. Outside the cage,
watching her curiously and giving orders was a dark youth, Amel's
oldest brother Ahmed. Ahmed had returned from his schooling in
California and clearly expected the servants to obey his instructions.
Scully found that she was bound standing, legs out wide, right up
against the bars of her cage. With a shock she realised that she was
expected to give birth standing up. She just had time to notice a
basket being pushed under her when a hood was thrown over her head and
once again she was blind. In the darkness Scully rode the waves of
the contractions, breathing to lessen the pain. She barely noticed
the hand that reached in to the cave to experimentally squeeze her
bulging breasts.
As delivery neared the doctor injected Scully with a strong sedative
that made her pass out. She did not see the healthy girl baby fall
down into the basket, nor her placenta. The baby was removed to
somewhere in the palace where it could be raised according to the
sheikh's wishes. Scully was taken back to her kennels.
When she resumed consciousness she was alone and confused. Her body
ached for her baby. Had it been alive or was there a problem? Scully
desperately needed to know. For a few days there were no clues and
Scully was bleak and despairing. Then one morning, when the bell went
as usual, the servant showed her a basket out of which tumbled four
cute, tiny puppies. Her laughed pointing at her, as if to say that
they were hers and left them together.
Scully did not understand. Surely it was not possible? She blushed
to remember the entertainment that she had put on with the hounds just
before she became pregnant but ....... It couldn't be, could it?
At the same time her deprived mothering instincts reached out to the
cute, perfect creatures and she lay in the grass trying to greet and
welcome each one. Playing and exploring, pretty soon the puppies
became hungry and nature took its course. First one, then another
puppy latched onto Scully's supercharged nipples and began to suck.
It seemed so natural and so good that Scully reached out to encourage
them, closing her eyes as she stroked their soft fur. Sometimes sharp
little teeth would bite into a nipple, making Scully yelp and try to
pull them away, but the puppies quickly learned their new feeding
routine.
The trouble was that there were four of them and only two breasts, so
Scully seemed to spend a large part of every day rolled on her side in
the grass as one or other of her children sucked greedily from her.
The milk in her breasts began to come through more strongly each day
and she began looking forward to satisfying the little creatures. As
the nourishment flowed through her breasts and their strong suction
squeezed at her nipples, down below trickles of pleasure seemed to
build inside her, making her shift restlessly.
Occasionally Amel came to watch her with the puppies but more often,
Scully noticed, it was Ahmed with his cruel young eyes who came to
gloat over her. She had an uneasy feeling about him.
