PART 6
Scully had begun to think of the puppies as Eenie, Meenie, Miny and
Mo. She began to notice the differences in their character and tried
to be fair and share her milk with them equally, holding back the
greediest and patiently encouraging the slowest. They grew larger day
by day and Scully found that it was an enormous pleasure and
satisfaction that it was the milk from her own body that was raising
them.
One bitter day an order was given somewhere in the palace and her life
with the 4 puppies came to an end. Apparently her milk flow was now
ready for Amel and the puppies disappeared, never to be seen again by
Scully. She was taken from her kennel run back to Amel's old room.
The old pattern of life with Amel, as her pet, returned, except that
now Amel was expected to drain Scully's milk twice a day - first thing
in the morning before getting up and last thing at night. For this
Scully was allowed to climb fully onto the bed, stretched out, while
Amel suckled at her swollen tits.
Scully registered the loss of her children as a deep wound but found
that she couldn't really focus on it. Perhaps they were putting
something in her dog food? For whatever reason her mind seem to close
down rapidly to the present. When Amel's lips were wrapped round one
of her nipples, pulling more strongly than the puppies ever had, those
same warm, good feelings ran through Scully's lower belly and down
into her womb.
One morning, just after Amel had drained both Scully's tits, Ahmed
burst into her room with a friend - Saeed. The two youths were about
the same age, as far as Scully could tell. An urgent Arabic
conversation between Ahmed and Amel apparently led to an arrangement
between them that Ahmed could borrow Scully for the day to play with.
>From the tone of their voices Scully guessed that Amel had not been
entirely happy about this deal, but that it was assumed that she had
to give way to her older brother.
Scully was led through the palace on her lead and into Ahmed's rooms.
Laughing the two boys slammed his door, locking them in. Stripping
off, Ahmed threw himself back onto a huge, soft bed, patted the bed
and called:
"OK, little doggy woman. Time to show me some French mouth work." It
was the first English that Scully had heard in months and it came as a
shock. Even as she obediently climbed forward onto the bed, between
his open legs, her mind began to run with possibilities. Could she
win him over and use him to send a message to the Bureau? But as she
looked up into his face and opened her mouth to speak, a strong hand
at the back of her head forced it down to meet his prick. Perhaps
later?, she half-thought to herself as her tongue and lips closed
around his warm flesh.
Ahmed sighed and lay back, surrendering himself to the great pleasure
of being serviced by an American slave. All the insults and
indignities he had suffered and borne in California were being
answered as Scully's hot little mouth began to fill with his
stiffening prick. Ahhhhh, good, he murmured to himself.
Scully's ass hung over the end of the bed temptingly and Saeed did not
hesitate to help himself to the offer. Spitting saliva onto his
fingers, Saeed reached in to lubricate Scully's lips. More saliva and
he stroked his way up to her clit and then again down the inside of
her outer lips. Wrapped around Ahmed's prick, Scully simply wriggled
her ass a little in response. His trousers were pushed impatiently
aside and another stiff, young prick pushed its way firmly into
Scully.
Excited, Scully set her hips to push back against his attack and
rolled up and down Ahmed's swollen member in the same rhythm. No
longer feeling any shame, Scully was truly becoming the animal she
seemed. Her blood seemed to heat so quickly now to respond to the
slightest opportunity for pleasure and satisfaction.
But this time there was to be no orgasm for Scully as both boys
quickly burst inside her, spraying the back of her mouth and her cunt
with their sperm. Pulling out they left her unsatisfied, wriggling
slightly on the bed as she tried hopelessly to bring herself off.
Dressing himself Ahmed smiled down at Scully.
"Now a little fun, I think. For me, I mean, not for you!"
"Can .... Can I ...." Scully started to speak, her voice strange and
rough through not having been used for so long. But immediately Ahmed
frowned and found a handkerchief or rag to stuff into her throat to
silence her.
"That isn't what your mouth is for, you stupid bitch" he said crossly.
"Don't ever try that with me again."
She was pulled into the next room where she could see at once that
preparations had been made for her visit. A vertical board had been
fixed at one end of a table. On its top edge there were cut two half
circles, spaced so that when Scully was pulled hard up against the
board, her milk-filled breasts were the only part of her that spilled
forwards over the board.
Her hands and feet were tied out sideways to hasps attached to the
board. Securely in place, Scully could barely move. The two boys
lifted up the last piece of board, also with two small half circles on
it, which fitted down so that Scully was caught tightly into a version
of the mediaeval stocks. All of her was hidden behind the board except
her breasts which squashed tightly through and bulged outwards on
their own.
Her head pressed to one side by the upper section of the board, Scully
did not see the youths select the whips to use on her for their
exercise. In fact they were made of 8 or 9 thin, fine thongs tied to
a handle. Enough to sting sharply but not enough to cut or bruise
deeply.
Ahmed, who was fascinated by her overlarge breasts, chose the breast
side of the board. Saaed took her rear with its opportunities for
back, buttocks, thighs and cunt. The thongs began to whistle through
the air and Scully began to jerk. Even through her gag her moans and
grunts of pain could be heard. But they were ignored as the boys
happily laid into her.
Ahmed for his part began with a sideways swiping cross-blow that tried
to knock one breast against the other. Forehands and then backhands
rained onto Scully's mounds, making them bounce temptingly. When he
tired of that, Ahmed began flicking the thongs to see if he could
crack them right onto her nipples, curious to see if he could sting
them erect.
On the other side of the board, Saaed cracked his whip across Scully's
open buttocks and then wrapped the thongs around her inner thighs.
She groaned as the whip bit into her. But for the boys it was
blissful to release all their pent-up violence and anger onto the
stupid American bitch.
Scarlet lines criss-crossed Scully by the time they became bored and
called a halt. It was time for something else. Ahmed's hands
squeezed Scully's full tits as the milk store gradually built up again
inside them. They were great. He wondered if they could be made even
bigger.
A little time later and the boys had equipped themselves with two
large pitchers of sheep's milk and a pair of hefty syringes. Grinning
at each other they settled in on the breast side of the board and set
to work on improving Scully's breasts still further.
Syringes were dipped into the milk, filled and then needles were stuck
into Scully's tits so that each load of milk could be injected into
her. The breast tissue resisted a little, but if they pushed hard at
the plungers sure enough the milk flowed into her.
The needles hurt, each time they broke into her and Scully tried to
twist to protect herself but she was tied too firmly to her side of
the board. She felt the warm gush of fluid forced into her breasts
and wondered what it was that they were doing to her.
Syringe after syringe was emptied into her and the level in the
pitchers was noticeably lower before the boys could definitely agree
that her breasts were getting bigger. Forced to expand as the milk
was injected into them, Scully's tit flesh could only stretch and get
larger.
They began to feel increasingly strained to Scully as they were forced
to grow but it just seemed to encourage the boys further. It was more
of an effort now to push down the plungers, to drive in another load
of milk but they kept on until it seemed impossible to get in any
more. Small droplets of milk already formed around Scully's nipples
as milk was forced out but the boys could not see if this was her own
or part of the sheep milk invasion.
Delighted, the boys congratulated each other on the hefty weight of
bloated tit that they had created. It was time for a break and they
cleared away the equipment before settling in for a short game of
darts. The targets were obvious and they decided that the rules were
one point for the main area of breast, three points for the aureole
and five for the nipple itself. First to get to one hundred and the
points only counted if the dart stayed in right up to the moment where
it was collected.
The boys drew a line and began. From her side of the board Scully
jerked as she was struck by the sudden sharp pain of each dart sinking
into her painfully stretched breast flesh. Long before either of the
boys had reached a hundred points, she had fainted away into
unconsciousness.
The boys left her there while they went away to eat their midday meal
and only returned sometime later. They had been listening to stories
of the exhibition Scully had given on the night she had become
pregnant and so, when they returned, it was with their own favourite
hunting dog as well as a vegetable from the kitchens. They wanted to
carry out an experiment on their American victim.
Scully was awake and conscious again by the time that they released
her from the boards. Ahmed smacked her across the face to liven her
up.
"Wake up dog woman. Time to meet the leader of the pack." Reaching
forward he removed the gag from Scully's mouth, warning her that if
she tried to speak he would arrange for her tongue to be cut out -
even if he would personally be sad to see it go.
Back in Ahmed's bedroom, his hunting hound was encouraged up onto the
bed. Stroking him gently Ahmed spoke quietly to him as he rolled the
dog over onto his back, feet in the air.
"Come here and get your mouth working, bitch," he ordered, "but
carefully now. Don't upset him!"
Ahmed firmly but gently held the hound's front legs above its muzzle
and Saeed reached through to hold onto its lower legs as Scully
lowered her mouth. What choice did she have, she asked herself. But
another part of her knew that she was a dog now and welcomed the
contact.
Unable to hold the dog's prick sheath in her paws, she could only
apply her lips, sucking lightly up and down the end of his sheath. As
soon as some floppy pink flesh emerged her tongue took over, flicking
back and forwards over the soft, squashy dog-flesh. As she worked,
blood flowed through the hound and the pole began to expand. In a few
minutes her lips were barely able to reach around the swollen, mottled
flesh, shining wet with her saliva.
Satisfied that his dog was ready, Ahmed stopped her.
"Time for you to sit down to your work, I think, bitch. But first
I've something for you." Turning Scully's backside towards him, Ahmed
reached for the large purple egg-plant he had brought with him from
the kitchens.
"Just making a reservation for later," he laughed as the vegetable was
slid firmly into Scully's cunt. "Lucky that you still have somewhere
left for your doggie friend, isn't it?" he joked.
In a daze, Scully climbed over the hound's spread body and lowered her
hips towards his monstrous prick. Slippery from her mouth it slipped
easily towards her rear hole. For a moment it seemed impossible that
the prick would find a way into her, but pressing down with her full
weight, Scully drove it home. The dog twitched but, held on its back,
could do little to fuck up into Scully's tight rear. Instead it was
Scully who had to begin the lifting, falling movement from her hips
that worked her flesh tightly up and down his pole.
The egg-plant pressed through from her vagina, so that her skin tubes
stroked the eager dog-flesh in a perfect, flexible way. The dog
moaned but lay still as Scully went to work. A huge smile spread over
Ahmed's face as her expanded tits began to bounce and fly. Gravity was
a wonderful thing!
Her vagina felt deliciously stuffed full but nothing scratched the
itch at her clit. Hump as she might, up and down, Scully squirmed
unsuccessfully trying to get an edge to begin the drive towards her
own release but nothing worked. Frustrated she worked furiously until
suddenly, deep inside her, she felt the hot splash and squirts of dog
cum bursting free. Scully groaned.
"Good, bitch. Now I think it's time to open up the way for some more
visitors, don't you?" mocked Ahmed as he reached towards the
egg-plant.
