She had no idea how much longer it was when the door burst open and four or five men came in laughing and talking loudly. Brenda jerked awake and coughed and gagged against the mitten in her mouth. Senator Garrison walked into the room and pulled one of the other chairs close to her and sat down. He stared at her for a few minutes and then looked over at T.
“She has notes,” he handed her notebook to Garrison, “and video.” He held the cell phone up.
Garrison looked at her again. Just sat there studying her, paging through her notebook and raising his eyebrows at some of her notes.
“Sir,” one of the men in the back stepped forward. “I’ve seen her before.” He told Garrison about her trying to get in the door a few weeks back.
The senator stood and walked behind her chair and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it back roughly.
“Have you told anyone?”
She shook her head frantically, her eyes pleading. He laughed cruelly.
“Good, I believe you. That means no one knows you’re here.”
The realization of that flared in her eyes and he laughed again.
T spoke again, “what are you going to do with her?”
Garrison reached down and ripped her shirt open. “I’m going to keep her.” With one large hand he grabbed her bra right in the middle and yanked. It cut into her back and one shoulder before ripping away from her. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a kennel bitch.”
Brenda’s face was blanched white and she was whimpering and shaking her head, tears running down her freckled cheeks. She had no idea what he meant, but T stood up and smiled, rubbing his crotch. Garrison looked at him and laughed, he pinched her bright pink nipples between his fingers and tugged at them until her full breasts were stretched tight.
“Go get a pen ready, give us some time alone.” He rolled her nipples and she trembled in fear and pain. “I’ll bring her out when I’m done.”
Brenda was crying frantically causing her nose to clog. She was struggling for breath when Garrison pulled the mitten from her mouth.
“You can scream all you want here, red.”
He untied her and hauled her to her feet pulling at her jeans. Her skin was pale, creamy white and pink covered in tiny pink-brown freckles. Her chest, neck and face flushed an almost cherry red. She stood there trembling with her jeans down around her knees. Her fists pressed up against her mouth. He slapped her with a cupped hand and she fell to the cold floor. She was sobbing and her ears were ringing. He stood above her opening his pants.
She looked up at him and then screamed and tried to crawl away. He laughed again at her and reached down to grab her hair. He pulled her up to her knees and held her there with one hand fisted in her hair while he slapped her over and over with the other. He was talking while he slapped her but she couldn’t focus on the words. His cock was getting harder and harder, it was the longest one she had ever seen and black like dark chocolate, the skin around the head a little lighter, a dark red-black color. Her cheek was cut and she felt warm blood oozing down the side of her jaw and the skin underneath one eye felt like it had exploded.
He lifted her by her hair and slammed her chest down over the table and bent to rip her jeans the rest of the way off her legs. Her crying gasps and screams were uncontrollable. He kicked her legs apart and rammed his cock into her pussy from behind. She screamed again as he pounded at her. Her legs started to quiver and she rocked her hips, mortified at her body’s response. It felt like he was deep into her stomach and his cock rode against her clit with every long thrust. She fought it as much as she could until she felt his first spurt of thick hot cream and then she dropped herself onto the table and had a shattering orgasm. He thrust and groaned until he was finished and then backed away from her and pushed her back onto the floor.
He stood above her putting his long softening cock back into his pants. “Get everything off.”
She dropped the pieces of her shirt and bra to the floor and removed her shoes and socks, it was all that she had left on. She sat there on the concrete shivering and bleeding.
“You’re so worried about these dogs. You think they have horrible lives and its cruelty?” He went to a drawer in the counter along one wall and brought back a collar and leash. He affixed them to her neck and backhanded her and she screamed. He pulled on the leash until she was stretched half up his body. “I’m going to show you how good I am to my dogs. I’m inviting you to stay a while and be my new kennel bitch.”
He pushed her back to the floor and she turned to him, tears streaming down her face.
“Please, I won’t tell any” his hand connected again with the side of her head and she sank to the ground in pain and shock.
“You will never speak, unless you have permission, which will be never. You’re one of my dogs now, nothing but a filthy bitch.” The toe of his boot pushed at her swollen pussy and then he kicked at her ass. “Get up, on your knees, Red. Come meet your new friends.”
The cold cement scraped her knees and hands, it was dirty and she crawled through damp spaces and she didn’t even want to think what they were. He pulled her along and she crawled as quickly as she could. The dogs were so close, barking and snapping and howling in their cages right next to her face as she crawled by them. Garrison kept yelling out to them.
“Look what we got for the boys…ohhhhh yeah, boys, look what we got for the puppies.”
She heard the other men laughing and she began to sob again. Her mind wouldn’t even imagine what he was going to do to her. He led her, pulled and hauled her to a large pen with straw on the floor and a large mesh cage in one corner. The five other men stood around in the pen and Garrison handed her over to T. He pulled her over toward the middle of the pen and she saw four small metal posts with rings coming up out of the cement floor.
Brenda began to kick and fight when the one they called Bones began to fasten leather collar like straps around her thighs and upper arms. T wrapped his hands around her throat and pulled her face to his. Choking her for a few seconds while he looked directly into her eyes.
“Be still, stupid bitch.” He spit into her face and then dropped her back to the floor where she knelt trembling while Bones clipped small chains onto rings in her straps and then to the four posts in the floor. She was on her hands and knees staked to the floor. The hay was rough and cut into her palms and knees.
Garrison’s voice boomed. “Where’s my champion? Bones, get my Bruno.”
Brenda screamed and struggled violently at the posts knowing…knowing. Garrison and his friends stood around rubbing themselves and laughing at her. She heard the dogs nails scraping at the floor and the men laughed harder. She screamed again when she felt his huge wet nose push at her ass and then between her legs. He was sniffing and lapping at her and she struggled and wiggled screaming no over and over.
“Get her Bruno, go boy, get her.” They yelled and urged the dog on and then the dog jumped up on her back humping at her.