PART 9
The time for Ahmed to return to California to continue his schooling
was approaching. At times this worked in Scully's favour, as the dark
youth was so busy cramming in visits and projects that she was
neglected. She began to cherish those quieter days with their blend
of time with Amel and time on her milking frame. Three weeks of his
vacation were left to Ahmed and he had two plans for Scully left to
fulfil.
The first was to make some videos of the family pet to take back with
him to school. Ahmed imagined himself showing the video to his
friends in the States, knowing how impressed they would be. Perhaps
he would put some of the films out onto the Internet? He would think
about that.
This plan was easy enough for Ahmed to put into action. Saeed had a
camera, lights and equipment, so every few days he would come over and
they would film. They found that it was really enjoyable, working out
short scenes with Scully and then filming them for their future
enjoyment. And Scully was now a thoroughly co-operative star. Dazed
and confused by the chaos of her emotions, Scully was quick to take
instructions. She bent, she opened, she sucked as she was told and it
all went down on film.
His other remaining ambition for Scully would take a little more time.
Ahmed followed his father in his passion for hunting. Nothing was
better, he would boast to his friends, than the excitement of riding
out into the desert in pursuit of some prey. Nothing made him feel as
alive and strong.
Saeed shared this passion and an idea sparked from a conversation they
had one afternoon in the saddle towards the end of a hunt. Wouldn't
it be cool if the prey was sometimes a terrified running woman? Yea,
and maybe the pack could pull her down and rape her? Right!
This was the germ of their plan to train a hunting pack. Ahmed always
hunted with his four favourite mastiffs - great, fierce dogs - but how
to train them properly for the new sort of chase? he wondered to
himself. The leader of his pack had, of course, already sampled the
pleasures of Scully's rear. So how could he make use of Scully to
train them?
Ahmed calculated that the key was to link the dogs' actions to
specific sounds and smells.... At least it was a theory that would be
worth pursuing, to see if it worked. The first step was to give
instructions for a new milking stall to be built for Scully, this time
much lower to the ground. Scully's ass was now to be held out by the
new beam at the correct height for a rampant hound.
Her new frame was set up near the kennels where Ahmed kept his four
hounds. The milking arrangements did not change, so the same servant
led Scully down to the new frame on her 6 regular daily visits,
strapped her on, set the milking machine going and attached her
sleeves. But the training programme for Ahmed's four hounds was then
grafted on.
The servant was instructed that as soon as Scully had been set up for
a milking session and milk was running down her hoses, he was to fetch
one of the hounds. One mastiff was to be brought each milking
session, in turn. The dog was to be tied to the side of Scully's
frame with a lead that was comfortably long enough for it to reach
either to her rear or to her front.
For the first week of the training, the servant was ordered to brush
some of the same red liquid taken from bitches in heat around and into
Scully's cunt. Then he was to stand back and let the chemistry work.
In the first week, as a result, as soon as one of the four hounds was
led towards Scully's new frame, their nostrils filled with the
irresistible perfume that made the blood rush into their pricks.
Ahmed's instructions were quite clear. Once aroused the dogs would of
course begin to mount onto Scully's back, gripping her between their
furry paws. They were to have free access of Scully for the full
half-hour of her milking session but on no account was the servant to
help them complete their search for one or other of Scully's openings.
They must be left to learn for themselves. However, as soon as the
servant saw that the hound had successfully stabbed his prick into one
of Scully's holes, he was to blow hard on a silent dog-training
whistle given him by Ahmed. And the servant was to keep blowing the
silent whistle at intervals all the time that the hound's meat was
inside her. The second that it left her, he was to stop whistling.
The hound was to be left with her for the full hour session and then
taken back to his kennel before returning to release Scully from her
frame.
Ahmed's instructions were followed faithfully by his servant and the
hounds rapidly learned to take advantage of the pleasure offered to
them by Scully. As there were four dogs and Scully came to her frame
for six milking sessions each day, two of the dogs visited her twice
in a day but then only once the following day. This too was part of
Ahmed's planning, to prevent the dogs associating their visits to
Scully with a particular time of day. He wanted them to be ready at
all times.
As the second week began Ahmed ordered slight alterations. The
servant was no longer to use the red liquid on Scully's cunt in
advance of each dog's visit. Instead he soaked a little of the red
liquid into an old rag at the beginning of each day. When he went to
collect a hound from its kennel he would take the rag with him and
hold it to the dog's nose to excite him before he was led, barking,
towards Scully.
The whistling was to be the same but to start slightly earlier.
Rather than waiting for the dog's prick to begin to enter Scully
before whistling, the servant was now told to whistle short
encouraging bursts as soon as he saw the dog manoeuvring his erect
prick into a position where he could begin to hunch into her. Short
bursts until he successfully entered and then back to long whistles of
triumph as before.
Occasionally Ahmed would stop by to witness one of these training
sessions to make sure that all was going well and to plan. He found
that the hounds were now anticipating the action so that their pink
pricks were half-emerged as they loped excitedly towards the frame,
ready to begin. Most often the hound would climb up over Scully's
back and prod his way forwards until he slipped into her inviting
cunt. But occasionally, the servant reported to Ahmed, a hound for
some reason would prefer to climb onto her from the other end of the
frame and push his meat into Scully's mouth. And, the servant told
him, the hounds were lasting longer now that they were visiting Scully
so regularly. Good news for the bitch then, laughed Ahmed.
For the final week's training, the servant was not even to show them
the perfumed cloth. He was to allow the dog's associations to arouse
him automatically as he was led towards the woman on the frame. To
Ahmed this seemed to work as he saw that his dogs arrived as
enthusiastically and as focussed as ever. But would it work in the
field?
