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Surface Dweller update
🕑 Added 2017-12-02 18:00:02 +0000 UTC
So now Alicia had a forklift, a lead on a Sytarrean Type 2 Reverse Transflux Inducer, and two engineers in the black market district who needed to spice up their marriage. They, in turn, had a neighbor who ran a kennel. The kennel had a pack of Great Danes.
Dreb pressed the third button on the panel and the metal door opposite slid up and out of sight into the panel above, leaving the way open. The nearest dog turned at the sound of the door opening, stared into the darkened room, sniffed at the doorway and then cautiously entered the room. Behind him another... and another... each sniffing and smelling their new surroundings, assuring themselves of its safety and its occupants.
"Close the door, Dreb,” said Zell.
There was an answering whir and then the shadowed figure of Dreb crossing behind the lighted platform and seating himself in one of the chairs opposite Zell.
The dogs milled around, sniffing the chairs, the platform, each other. Several times soft growls met the sniffing muzzles but the dogs sensed something more important than canine squabbles. Then Diablo, a huge alpha with rippling muscles, sniffed at Alicia's leg. Sniffed again. The scent of the woman bitch was familiar, the spread of the open legs triggering his well-trained mind, and he sniffed his way up her leg to the pink slit of her body. His cold black nose poked into the curls and sniffed again. His sudden whimper brought the other dogs... and they too smelled the familiar odor of the woman bitch. They pranced excitedly and licked themselves.
Zell leaned forward in his seat, mouth open, his eyes dilated with the excitement of this woman's impending punishment. His hands hung slack from the armrests of his seat. His excitement so intense that he had even forgotten to stroke his slow-stirring organ. It lay quietly limp between his thighs.
Across the arena, Dreb too leaned forward in his chair. He ran his wet pointed tongue over his dry lips, poked it in and out of his pursed mouth like a tiny penis, waiting, waiting... waiting for the dogs to suddenly go wild with the scent of her parted crotch and all try to screw her at once. He watched the huge dog lick experimentally at the furry lips of the girl's V, then lick at his own vitals. Dreb could see the pink mottled head peeking from its low hanging sheath, the hard point breaking through its T-cut slit in the hairy pouch. Diablo licked a white drop from its tip and then returned his massive head to the girl's open thighs. He licked at the scented flesh experimentally. And again. His natural instincts told him to mate but his long months of training had been too well learned. He whined and pawed at the carpet, ran his long hot tongue up the open crease of flesh and looked at the girl. He whirled again. She didn't move.
Dreb wanted to encourage the big dog to lick her, to hump her silly, but Zell had warned him to remain absolutely silent. He looked across at Zell.
***
It was interesting, very interesting, Zell thought as he watched the intriguing scene unfold before his eager eyes. The dogs all sensed the bitch's readiness but their training held them back. Even Diablo who had the place of honor momentarily with his huge black muzzle almost buried in her open crotch. He could see the animal's fleshy pink and black organ jutting from the hanging sheath. He was excited, no doubt about that, only the long months of training were holding him back. One word from him and they would fall upon her like a fresh bitch in heat. Zell chewed on his lower lip. Should he shout out the key word? Should he set them loose upon her...? Or let time take its toll? Perhaps that would be better. He watched a second animal discover the source of the woman scent and try to push Diablo's great muzzle aside. There was an answering growl. The second dog pulled his head back a few inches, looked longingly at the pink hole with its tempting odors of bitchy heat, then begin to lick at the flat flesh of Alicia's stomach.
Perhaps he shouldn't allow them to take their head, Zell thought. If they were allowed to work without cue, they might become unruly. Yes, they might. And that would never do. He had better do something before instinct became too strong.
“Domino!” Zell called across the room.
The dogs had heard the signal, seen Diablo licking at the girl, and smelled the scent of her tongue-pressured loins. They were clustering around the licking dog, pushing their muzzles in, sticking their long eager tongues into the slit if the opportunity presented itself.
Diablo had begun the long steady rhythm with his tongue that meant business. His dogpecker hung at parade rest and in mid-air beneath his sleek stomach. Diablo had been sheath-cut as a young pup and the normal weight of penis was enough to pull it down. Now, with the growing weight of his blood-gorging cock, it was a truly sensual sight to behold. The hairy outer sheath hung down about four inches, and from its T-slit opening hung another four inches of thick dogpecker. Its pointed tip held tenaciously to a white drop of liquid which rocked and jiggled as he licked at the girl. And the whole thing was rigid to the point of holding itself straight and firm.
***
Diablo had settled himself firmly between Alicia's open thighs, his wide heavy muzzle pressing the furry pink lips apart so his thick tongue could make long slow passes the width and length of the pink blossom between her legs. A huge black Dane with thick heavy legs and an enormous sheath half squatted over the girl's left side, alternately licking at the pink-titted mound of her breast and spreading his haunches to lick at the dark head of his wet penis as it slid in and out of its fat sheath. Sometimes he would halt the licking to make a few quick humping slams into her side, then lick the tender hard point of his organ again.
A great fawn beast licked at her hip and down her left leg, sniffing and licking and enjoying the faint bitch's scent of her. A fourth dog, a huge brindle-coated stud, nudged at the dog between her legs and tried to force him aside. Sometimes in his anxiety, he would straddle Diablo's broad fawn back and jab his hard pointed prick into his vulnerable hide. Diablo would raise his head and snap at the offender or sometimes just give him a warning growl and the brindle would cease his pummeling and try for another entry into the sweet-heat smell of the willing bitch they shared.
Three more dogs jostled each other to get to the woman on the floor, pushing and shoving, walking to the other side to try for a better vantage point. Another sat on his haunches and whined and watched. Still another tried to straddle the girl's still body and share the warm cunt with Diablo. His heavy paws missed their footing now and again and left red scratches across the tender white flesh of her sides. Diablo had licked the surface until it flowed with the warm wetness which meant it was time to mount and quickly he hunched his great muscled haunches over her open hole. The big beast who straddled the girl licked at the top of her damp split, almost colliding at times with the long pointed spear of the hunching Diablo. Two, three, four, five times he jabbed at the little bitch's hole and then the hard pointed penis buried its warm head in the woman's body and he threw his full weight behind his humps. Hard, hard, hard, he slammed into her body, spurred on by the excitement of the other dogs.
The girl moved beneath him. There was a soft moan of pleasure, the ugh, ugh, ugh of the body slams into her soft flesh, and then the long hmmmms of pleasure as her willing body answered the dog's call of the wild. Zell could see flashes of her face rolling from side to side as the dogs moved and pranced in their own excitement. Several dogs tried to push the humping Diablo aside but he was firmly set on his haunches. Their eager muzzles pressed between his hunching body and the girl's open cunt, trying to lick up the warm woman smell. Diablo tried to throw his cock into the bitch's hole, but the massive heads of his companions wouldn't allow him to get quite close enough to hang up... and then it was over for Diablo. He pulled off the girl's gesturing body and began licking his leaking organ.
The huge brindle stud and the big black tussled for the vacancy between Alicia's tight stretched legs. A quick snarling fight began. They rolled over one another, snapping and growling, off the edge of the raised platform. Zell cracked them firmly with the steel hard whip handle, hitting both dogs across their nose bridge until they broke up and returned to the writhing mass of dogs on the stage. But it was too late, an enormous fawn Dane was already hard-humping at the girl's open crotch and she was moaning out her pleasure.
"Yes... oh yes... go, boy, go!" Alicia's rolling pleasure was unmistakable, the thrill of the mass attack, nine rough hard tongues ravaging her body, a fat cock in her hole, tongues licking at her everywhere. Somebody was humping over her outstretched arm. She could feel the warm hairy sheath sliding back and forth on her arm and the wetness of the hard pointed organ against her bare skin. Another jabbed hard at her right side. She could hear the canine quarreling over her hot throbbing cunt. She felt the scratch of heavy paws as one dog pushed another aside and took his place with a fresh hard dogpecker stabbing between her legs. She knew her body would be a mangled mass of red bloody scratches from their heavy paws. She felt the hot cum of another dog running off her heaving sides. And another. There were endless tongues licking at the exciting smell of her, licking at the dribbles upon her skin and becoming excited in turn like an endless merry-go-round of cum-lick-cum. She felt the beginning dog knot ripping at her entry, felt another muzzle licking at it and at her, forcing the dogknot to give up its burden of warm wet fluid and back away to be licked and cleaned and worked into shape again. Another dog took his place at her loins and began to pump his heavy headed organ into her. His fat firm sheath worked its way into her hole, the short stiff hairs scratching her insides into sheer ecstasy. She wondered if the pink organ was extending on into her depths, on beyond the length of the fuzzy hard sheath, but she couldn't tell. The prickly surface of the dog hair was driving her wild. One orgasm followed upon the heels of the first until they seemed to blend into one continual burst of unendurable pleasure. It was awful! It was wonderful!
And Alicia screamed. And screamed. And fainted.
