The Perversions of the Powerful (Part Two)
Wearing nothing but an elaborate mask reminiscent of a 15th century masquerade, Jon was in his element as the host of his little 'party'. Before him was an array of some of the richest and most powerful men in the country and overseas. Automotive executives, oil magnates, highly-placed politicians. The men in this room had a combined wealth of billions. The only men in the room that didn't fit this mould were a pawful of soldiers and mercenaries, invited by Dex. The wolf himself was lounging near the back, wearing the same skull-painted ballistic mask he wore on missions, naked except for a belt that held a massive, flashy revolver. Mercenaries - they could never resist showing off. Nobody else was allowed to carry a weapon into his house, but he knew better than to try and disarm his friend.
The pony puffed on the fat cigar he held in one hand, a bottle of cheap beer in the other. Despite his money, he'd always preferred cheap beer to expensive wine and spirits. "Well then gentlemen...welcome, to my humble abode!" he said. That got some laughter - his expansive mansion was anything but humble. "I know that most of you are veterans of my little...gatherings...but, for those that are new and those that have poor memories, let me remind you of how things work here before we get down to business."
One of his women walked past him on her way to get more drinks, and he slapped her ass, making her yelp softly with surprise. Jon turned back to his crowd completely unashamed that his rock-hard cock was out for all to see. "Oh my, I seem to have gotten a little distracted for a moment." he said, theatrically winking behind his mask. That got more laughter. "Ah yes! That's right. I am your...mysterious...host, Mr J. And tonight, gentlemen, you are privileged to enjoy my women." he told the assembled men. There was some chuckling and smirking at his words - there was nothing in the slightest mysterious about who he was. That Jon was the one that made all this possible was an open secret. He began pacing back and forth as he talked, his cigar leaving a trail of smoke and his chrome shoes clacking against the tiled floor. "Most all of you are prominent members of industry and politics, and as such, there are no names used here. Or real ones, rather. Please gentlemen, don't break that rule, or Mr D will have to hit you. Isn't that right?"
At the back of the room, Dex nodded, face hidden by his fearsome mask. Jon chuckled. Everybody either knew Dex personally or had heard of him, and there was no disguising who he was. After all, how many gigantic, heavily-scarred wolves do you meet? The fact that Dex's mercs were patrolling the grounds as security would remove any remaining doubt. Jon continued after a moment. "Mr D is responsible for the security of our little gathering, so please, direct any queries you may have towards him. Or not. I'm not sure if he's been fed lately."
"The only thing I eat is women. And under-performing employees." Dex replied, lounging back in his chair and eyeing a girl serving drinks. After a moment he beckoned her to him. He was getting impatient. The husky girl, one of a dozen that were handing out booze and smokes to the guests obediently came closer. She was a pretty young thing, eighteen or nineteen at most, curvy and a little on the plump side. A cross was shaved into her thick fur on her belly, and when he turned her around, another mark was shaved into the fur above her tail. She'd do well enough. He pointed to himself, letting a little growl rumble up from deep in his chest. Obediently, the girl positioned herself on top of him, then sank down, his huge shaft slowly sinking into her already-lubed tailhole with practised ease. She let out a soft little moan, grinding herself down against him once she'd reached his base. He let out a soft murr - that was much better, having his painfully hard shaft buried in someone.
Jon rolled his eyes at his friend's early indulgence. "Yes, indeed. In any case, though our privacy here is valued, I assure you all that nothing illegal is occurring here so put your minds at ease. None of my women are held against their will, they are free to go at any time. Of course...that just makes it all the more delicious, knowing that the willingly subject themselves to us to use as we see fit." he told his guests, a lecherous grin creeping onto his face. "The rules for the women are simple. Fuck whoever you want, however many times you want."
The entire time he'd been speaking, the carers had been bringing in the toys for tonight. Two dozen women, all bound, gagged and blindfolded. All deep in heat. They were all strapped to racks, and fucking machines readied for use, but not turned on for now. Two dozen trembling, desperate women, all of whom would beg to be taken if they could. He stepped closer to Alex, and ran his hand through her soft, shiny fur. She let out a muffled moan at the touch, the only movement she was able to make in response was a quivering of her flushed ears. "Each and every one of these filthy little sluts is in the middle of her heat." Jon said, running his fingers over the capital B shaved into Alex's belly. "This mark indicates a breeder. This slut, and the others marked like her, is proven to be able to bear child." he told his crowd. They were hanging onto his every word, he knew. "This bitch has born three children. I can tell you without doubt that one is by me, and two were conceived in this very building, on this very stage." he leant in closer, speaking directly into her ear. "And this filthy slut wants another one, don't you?"
Oh gods was he right! Alex wished that she could rip herself free of her bonds and milk every male in this building dry. She felt like she was burning up! Her every nerve was on fire. Every slight breeze on her soaked slit was torture. She could feel the heat of the lights, she could hear the men, she could smell them. The bonds that held her so tight pressed into her skin, each one feeling like a rope of fire to the desperate fox. She was so maddeningly needy that every sensation was driving her up the wall!
And all she could do in response to Jon was whimper like a newborn kit. She couldn't even struggle. The only sign of her growing desperation was the sound of her fluids beading on her lips before dripping to the floor below, a sound matched by many of the women around her. Jon caught some of the slick droplets and flicked them onto the bound vixen's face. She could do nothing but whimper louder.
"You'll get your seed, whore. Stop whining." Jon said dismissively. He set down his beer, and took up a short riding crop made of black leather. "Gentlemen. You may treat the bitches as badly as you want, within reason. They will do anything you make them, and I will allow you to do as you wish. The only rule, is that you leave only light marks behind. No permanent damage." he told his guests. He spun on one hoof, and delivered a crack with the crop to a helpless lynx. She could do nothing more than let out a muffled yowl of pain into the gag as a welt formed under her fur. "Understood?"
He began walking amongst the helpless women, occasionally delivering a crack with the crop that prompted muffled yowls, yelps and whimpers. He came to a halt in front of two women, a wolf and a ewe. Like the carers and the serving girls, these two had crosses shaved into their belly fur. "Just a note I would like to make. These two sluts are in heat, yes...but they're barren. Both have been here half a dozen times, and neither have fallen pregnant. By now, they're just here because they can't get enough cock."
There was some jeering in the crowd, and he could tell by what limited body language the pair of restrained women could convey that they were humiliated. Good. They deserved it, the perverted little sluts that they were. The shame they felt only made his cock throb harder with lust, pre beading at his tip and drooling down to the floor below. He gave each one a crack on the breast with his crop before turning away. "It goes without saying, gentlemen, that these two are here solely for fun. Don't waste your seed on these greedy whores until you've used whoever you want a chance at bearing a child for you."
He clopped out to the front again, beckoning to one of the carers. The wolf woman that had been responsible for Alex came closer obediently. He made her turn around, showing off the mark shaved above her tail. "One last lesson about the women. This mark shows that she's been trained in anal sex." he told his crowd. He motioned with a hand, and she obediently bent over and lifted her tail, bracing her hands against the ground. "The girls with this mark can...uhn!...take an equine man easily." he grunted out, pressing his cock to her tailhole before smoothly shoving himself in. She let out a hot moan, pressing back against him, enjoyment written on her face. She'd done this many times, for Jon and for his guests, meaning that she did not have the shame that many of the first-timers on stage did. Jon whickered softly, his big heavy balls coming to rest against her body. He began taking her at a slow, steady rate, his balls coming to rest against her wet slit with every thrust. The men were watching him with enjoyment, almost all of them shamelessly pawing. Some had even grabbed serving girls and made them start riding, but most of the men had the sense to save their seed for the sluts on stage.
Jon kept talking as he fucked the wolfess, grunting softly in between sentences. "Of course, all my little toys can take a cock in the ass...but if you're a big boy, stick to the marked ones. They love it of course, isn't that right?"
The wolfess looked back over her shoulder in submissive adoration. "Yes Master. I love being taken." she replied, her voice honest and filled with lust.
Jon gave her one last thrust, harder than the rest, then shoved her off of his cock to the ground. She whimpered a little at being denied his seed, and he gave her a hard smack with the crop on her thigh. "Get out of the way, whore. Just being obedient doesn't entitle you to my cum." he taunted, a note of cruel enjoyment in his tone. The wolfess crawled away, ears pinned, as the watching males jeered her and cheered Jon on. To them, the women here weren't even people, they were simply tools to be used. For pleasure and for bearing children, and nothing else.
Jon clasped his crop in both hands, gazing over his crowd of guests. So many men. So much virile seed. Oh how he loved these little gatherings. He grinned widely. "Now gentlemen...we begin the fun. The women in this room come from various backgrounds. Some are rich girls here on daddy's money. Some are suburban housewives. Some are common sluts off the street. Most of these women are married, and most of those husbands have no idea what their wives are doing." Jon told them, running his hands over the body of a Labrador woman. That last comment really got a cheer. He guessed that these men liked the thought of these women going home to their oblivious husbands with another man's child growing inside. "First, I think, we shall have an auction."
Jon clopped over to the last seven women to be brought in and chained up. Unlike the others, these few had the letter V shaved into their fur. "I bring you seven delicious little virgins, for the pleasure of the highest bidder. All of these woman are filthy whores, but these? I think these are the worst. The first time they spread their legs, they do it for dozens of men at once.
"I think we'll start the bidding with these two little beauties. These two come as a package deal, being identical twins and all." Jon told his crowd, moving to stand between a pair of identical young Collies with thick, shiny fur. "I can tell you that these little ladies are the daughters of a certain movie producer, and took Daddy's private jet to be here. I can also tell you that these disgusting little whores flew here to be deflowered and impregnated on their sixteenth birthday. That's right gentlemen, as of today these whores are legal! And the first thing they do is take all the cock they can get!"
Jon leant in close to talk in one of the sister's ears. "I bet Daddy is proud of his little girls, hmm?"
The collie's ear flicked, and she let out a desperate whimper, tugging at the bonds that held her. This had been her and her sister's dream since they were old enough to think about sex, and now it finally coming true...
Jon pressed a button on the side of the steel rack she was bound to, and the entire device lifted up slightly before rotating. It went from binding her in a standing position to being a flat table. Jon run has hand along the collie's soaked thigh, up to her slit. Her legs were held wide open by a spreader bar, and with great care, Jon slowly spread the teenager's folds to expose her pink slit to the audience. Her hymen was intact and clearly visible, showing that she was indeed a virgin. The poor girl was deep in her heat, her slit drooling with her need and the fur of her thighs soaked with it.
Just the touch of his fingers was driving the poor girl wild. She'd never had a man touch her like this before. Hell, the most she'd ever had was sitting and rubbing her clit alongside her sister, while they watched the videos on Jon's website. They had contacted him, asking to be part of his movies when they turned eighteen. He had replied with a better offer. Grinning at his audience, Jon gave her clit a firm flick, making the collie yelp at the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through her body. Jon collected up some of the girl's drooling juices on his fingertips, then casually smeared it onto her sister's muzzle, chuckling softly at the way the girl whined. He pressed the button to return her to her original position, before turning back to his audience.
"Gentlemen, let's get the bidding started. I'm afraid that due to the inexperience of these little sluts, the more generously-endowed among you are excluded from bidding. After all, we want them to be able to take it plenty of times tonight, not ruined after the first cock! Opening bid is five million." before the words had even left his mouth, the CEO of a pharmaceutical company shot his paw up. That dingo was the one who was supplying the fertility treatments for this little endeavour. Ah, the wonders of modern medicine!
"Do I have six? Six million! Seven! Ten million!" Jon called out, as the guests started a bidding war over the chance to ravage these two young girls. The price went up and up, obscene amounts of money being offered. To these men, it was like spare change. He himself was worth nearly five billion in his combined assets. And some of the men here made him look middle-class! Eventually, the bidding died down, with more and more of the guests deciding to drop out. Eventually it was down to the dingo, and the kangaroo oil tycoon that sat to one side of the room, his oversized feet lazily resting on the windowsill. Eventually, however, the dingo came out on top. Jon grinned at him. "I have 50. Can I get 51? Going once! Going twice! Going three times! Sold, to Mr H!"
The dingo was grinning ear to ear as he stepped up to claim his prize. Jon waved a hand towards the collie twins, grinning right back at him. "Enjoy. You can keep these little sluts all to yourself, if you want it to be certain that they'll bear your pups." he told the dingo. The sisters were both whining constantly now, quivering in their bonds. Neither one knew who would be first, and each was hoping and praying that it was her.
The dingo put his paw on the belly of the closest girl, running his fingers through her silky fur. He was imagining his pup growing in that young womb. Oh yes, he'd enjoy tying with these two...he laughed, then turned to the watching crowd. "Let it never be said that I'm not a good sport! You boys can have a go at them...after I'm done of course."
Jon was hardly surprised. He chuckled and gave the other man a playful smack on the ass. "What are you waiting for? Get them!" he urged.
Mr H laughed...and then stepped from the girl he was touching to her sister. "Sorry, slut, but she's first." he told the bound collie.
The reaction was immediate. If she'd been able, she would have screamed. This couldn't be! He was making her wait! She yanked at her bindings as hard as she could, struggling with all her might in vain. She couldn't budge an inch. She tried to yelp, to beg, but couldn't. All she could do was wait while her sister was given the seed that she so desperately craved.
Her sister's reaction was the opposite. Her ears shot straight up, and were her tail not tied to her collar like everyone else's, it would have wagged furiously. It still twitched wildly in the bindings as she tried to wag, her entire body quivering in anticipation. She'd dreamed about being pregnant since she hit puberty! This was everything she could have hoped for, and more. She couldn't help but started squirming as she was untied, all but dancing in her anticipation. She was dripping everywhere now, her thighs utterly soaked.
Jon had put the auction on hold for now, as everyone wanted to watch the teenager be deflowered. Her temporary owner decided to push her down onto all fours, fucking her on the tiled floor for all to see. His cock was fully hard and had been since he arrived, squirting his thin pre all over the girl's rear.
Those hot squirts were driving her mad as they painted her ass and splattered onto her puffy, aroused slit. She'd thought that she couldn't be any more aroused, but god she was wrong! She knew that having a cock in her for the first time would hurt, but it was going to be more than worth it. She was ready.
Mr H rubbed his tip up and down her slit while the watching men egged him on, trying to tell him to fuck her senseless. He wanted to make her squirm. He pressed his tip to her needy entrance, until his squirts of hot pre were entering her.
She would have pressed herself back onto his cock if she was able, but she could not. All she could do was wait for him to finally take her. She was so desperate that she began crying, whimpering like a pup as her tears soaked her blindfold. Why couldn't he just do it? This was torture!
Finally, he grabbed onto her tail tightly, then yanked on it as he drove himself into her, breaking her hymen and taking her virginity. His tail was a blur as he sunk his seven inches of canine cock into the waiting teen.
Holy shit!
She gripped like a vice and burnt like a furnace, her pussy so wet that the only resistance he felt was her cherry. He'd taken virgins before, but this one was by far the tightest he'd ever had. That virgin teenage pussy was just perfect for him - buried balls deep, his tip was just touching her cervix. He held onto her firm, round ass, growling deep in his chest. That teenage pussy felt so good, he had to fight back his orgasm. He nearly tied right then and there!
The collie felt him grab her tail, and knew what was coming. He speared into her, and for the first time she felt her needy passage be filled. The girl let out a yelp that was still loud despite the gag in her mouth, shuddering from head to toe as pleasure ripped through her body mixed with pain. Just that one entry was enough to push her over the edge, the strongest orgasm she'd ever had in her short life ripping through her. Her passage spasmed and clamped around the cock buried in her, her entire body tightening up in her ecstasy. She felt a rush of fluid leaving her body, and realised with growing horror that her sudden clamping had squeezed a stream of urine from her almost-full bladder. She began to cry harder, her ears flushing scarlet with shame. She couldn't stop the flow now, no matter how hard she tried, her bladder emptying noisily onto the tiles below. The poor girl was horrified! Her first time having sex, and she was humiliating herself like this! She expected to be slapped, the cock to be pulled out of her, to be denied. She whimpered pathetically in fear, hoping against hope that he'd keep going, that she'd feel his knot swelling in her, and feel his fertile seed planting life in her womb.
The poor girl's fears were baseless - because the moment she began to release, there was a chorus of cheers, jeers, and laughter. It seemed that these perverted males enjoyed the sight of her humiliation. And humiliated she was - she sobbed, quivering, whimpering into her gag as the stream slowed, then stopped. With some goading from the crowd, Mr H pulled out, then rearranged her. He shoved the girl over onto her back, forcing her to lay in the puddle of her own urine. That done, holding her down by the neck, he shoved himself into her once more. The dingo began fucking the teenage collie fast and quite hard, holding the helpless girl down while he took her.
She whimpered as the warm urine soaked into her fur, absolutely covering her with the reeking fluid. She knew that she would take weeks to wash the scent out of her fur. She'd never been more embarrassed in her life! When the hand went around her throat and she felt the hot squirts of pre on her slit once more however, she knew that she would get what she craved. When he entered her once more she let out another muffled yelp, squirming as hard as she could. Pain still spiked through her, but it was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of! She could feel each and every inch as it speared into her depths, scratching that terrible itch that she'd been forced to endure. It only took moments for her to be whimpering and twitching her way through a second hard orgasm, clamping down around the dingo cock inside of her.
Mr H was fighting to keep a hold, to draw it out. "Argh. Fuck it." he grunted out under his breath. Then he removed his hand from the teenager's throat, and replaced it with his jaws. Biting hard, he began to fuck her rough, hard and fast, slamming into her needy pussy to the cheers of the watching men. The sounds of their lewd mating were audible even over the cries of the crowd, underscored by the beat of his balls slapping against her tailhole. He hadn't blown his load for an entire month, and those balls were full and heavy with seed. His entire crotch was being soaked with the juices from his little slut. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted his seed. She'd get it.
He slammed in to the hilt, letting out a triumphant howl. His knot swelled up and locked him into his bitch, and he began to release spurt after spurt of his thick, fertile cum into her waiting body. He knew that she was so receptive that she was almost guaranteed to bear him pups.
Jon cheered when he saw the dingo's balls clenching, knowing that each twitch corresponded to a spurt of seed into the young girl underneath him. He laughed, slapping the back of the dingo as he growled and rutted, yanking his trapped knot. "Gentlemen! Our first bitch has her baby!" he shouted, to ear-splitting cheers.
For the teen, it was...incredible. The pounding was everything she had fantasised of, each stab filling her completely. To be taken like this, to have so many men watching...she didn't know why it turned her on so much! All she knew is that she wanted this with all her heart.
Then his knot swelled. His cock already felt gigantic for her, and his knot felt like it was going to split her open. Just when she thought it was done, that she couldn't be spread open any further, it got bigger! By the time it was done, she knew that there was absolutely no chance of him pulling out until it shrank. And then, a moment after his knot reached full size, that first squirt of seed entered her.
It felt like liquid fire as it squirted and spilled, filling her with gooey heat. Even though it felt so hot, at the same time she felt the need that had been burning in her constantly begin to recede, just a tiny bit. Then, with those thick spurts shooting against her rhythmically, she climaxed once again. The others had been amazing. This one made them look like nothing. She tried to scream and thrash, tried to do anything...but could not. The pleasure ripped through her, setting every nerve on fire, and then...nothing.
Jon let out a surprised whinny. "Oh my! Would you look at that boys! She came so hard she passed out!" he exclaimed, leaning down to rub the senseless girl's ear.
Mr H let out a little chuckle, still rutting sporadically. "That was fun."
"Looking forward to your next little bitch?" Jon asked. She bitch was slumped in her restraints, looking defeated. She knew what had just happened...and she knew she had to wait, and that her first load would be smaller than her sister's. She looked like she was holding back tears of disappointment.
Mr H just chuckled. "You have to ask?" he replied in between pants.
Jon laughed, clopping his hoof against the tiles. "I hope you enjoyed the show! And I hope that it's gotten you worked up...because now, it's time for our next girl!"
The men began to clamour and shout, cheering and already assessing the next girl. While they looked forward to taking the virginity of the next one in line, the young collie was now in a deep, normal sleep. Inside her, the dingo seed was already worming deeper into her, towards her waiting egg. Soon, her belly would swell with the new life inside of her. But first, she had a whole lot more men to please, before this night was over.