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The dog, meanwhile, was trying to mount her from behind, but Smith drove him off, for now, with the aerial. Holly's humiliated performance on the floor aroused a bestial lust in Smith, and his cock once again streamed with a sticky flow of pre- cum. He stood over Holly, driving back the dog and occasionally encouraging his victim with well-placed lashes to the back, until she had swallowed every drop and chunk of her own vomit. "Look at you," he then said. "You disgust me! Clean yourself off!" He took a shirt from the floor and tossed it at her. Holly slowly wiped the mess off her face, Smith meanwhile keeping the dog at bay. When she had finished, Smith snatched the shirt from her hand and threw it aside. "Good bitch!" he sneered. "Now here's your reward!" And with that he let the dog mount her. In its excitement it couldn't find its target, at first, so Smith obligingly guided the obscene red spike into Holly's asshole. "NO!!!" the girl screamed. Smith, his cock pulsating at the sight of Holly's utter degradation, knelt in front of her face, which was still held up by the twine around her ponytail. There was a red abrasion, crusted with black blood, on her forehead, and a slight blue bruise around her left eye. In cleaning her face she'd again re-opened her split lip, and blood trickled down over her chin. A fierce jolt of sexual electricity shot through Smith's cock as he admired her scrapes and bruises, evidence of his dominance and utter mastery over the no-good, pathetic slut. He crouched before her and wiped her blood onto the purple head of his cock, then slapped her face with his regal, nine-inch scepter. The dog, meanwhile, pumped spastically in her ass, its claws digging in the white flesh of her back. Smith knelt again. "Dog whore!" he shouted. He slapped the bitch, hard, across the jaw. Tears flowed from her eyes, and her mouth hung open slackly in pain and humiliation. "SLUT!" Smith cried, now backhanding the beautiful, weeping face. "BITCH!" he yelled, drawing back his arm for a mighty, open-palmed WHACK! that sent a string of blood and saliva whipping from Holly's mouth. |
"Say it, cunt!" he demanded, spitting on her face. "Say, 'I am a dog-whore slut!'"
"Please st-st-stop!" the girl cried.
"SAY IT!" Smith shouted. He struck the beautiful face repeatedly, forehand followed by
backhand, rhythmically, blood and spittle splashing from Holly's bruised, puffy lips with each
merciless stroke. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
"SAY IT!"
"I. . I am. . . am. . . a d-d-dog-whore s-s-slut!" Holly stammered, gasping and weeping,