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“Buxter! Heel!”
The beast’s face turned to where his master’s voice was coming from, but in the moment, his master was not there. Esme pounded on Buxter’s sides, which only encouraged him more. Not that he needed it, he was seconds away from knotting. Esme felt her back scrunch back more and more until she was practically forming a ‘C’! The fucking continued. Melanie was furious she yelled into the screen but nothing could be done. If she were honest, she was surprised they’d listened to her through the monitor in the first place. Her rapport with them was never tested remotely like this, and no other holes than her own. It was clear the boys felt Esme was beneath them in the pecking order… maybe they were right. She watched as Buxter thrusted his final bursts before fully implanting his seed into his bitch’s mouth. She looked on as the flailing arms started to go limp. Soon the only motion the splayed limbs expressed was a motion forward and back to the cadence of Bear and Frank’s incessant thrusting. She bit her lip… It was still fucking hot.
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Esme came to to darkness. But she wasn’t frightened. She felt hot seed pour into her stomach, dripping down her throat. Buxter’s base had inflamed to the size of a baseball it seemed and as she inhaled, she wondered if her jaw had been dislocated in order to cope. Regardless, somehow, she’d found a passageway. It was as though the expansion of his knot had formed a cavity in throat wide enough for her to get some barely adequate breaths through her nostrils. She had to time it right though, it was between Franks’ thrusts, right as Bear was pulling out. That was all she got. It was all she needed, her priority was receiving the fucking a lifetime. She wondered what recovering would feel like. Would she be sore tomorrow, could she even walk? She hadn’t tried to move since the orgasm avalanche had begun, it dawned on her that she may never be able to again. These bastards could have broken her back without even trying. Testing the theory, she pulled her arms inward to massage her swollen breasts. They were rubbed raw to the point that the salt in her fingers stung against their flesh at certain parts. Even so, the reddened skin was so sensitive that she couldn’t help but moan as she squeezed through the pain and pinched her erect nipple. Frank’s thrusting grew more voracious. Her pussy pulsated with pleasure as the girth split her wide and buried his member deeper and deeper inside her. It was overwhelming; a constant, earth shattering pleasure complex bursting into her stomach. The pace quickened and quickened until she felt a shotgun blast of cum burst into her womb. It felt like half a liter of cum. At the same, his knot burst through her walls and stretched her so wide she thought they might tear. It didn’t help that Bear had yet to stop. Instead, with Frank stationary, Bear had taken it upon himself to replace his speed. With her cunt stretched so, she could feel every inch of Bear as he pressed against the thin wall separating her two holes.
There was another yelping sound, followed by growling and barking. Charlie wanted in again. Thoughts of literally destroying her pussy and anus should have scared her, but it only made her hornier. Her lust also should have made her ashamed, but she loved embracing her newfound depravity. It had always been there, just for once she was accepting it. The shamefulness now seemed to compound her arousal and make her all the more lustful.
Suddenly, the sound of Bear’s balls slapping against her wet taint was overpowered by snarling. Esme felt the weight of a fourth presence approach her lower half. Bear and Frank growled back at the caramel figure approaching: Charlie. He wanted a piece.
“Charlie, down!” Nothing “Heel!” “Heel damnit! Heeel!” Melanie shouted through the speakers.
But Charlie had watched his older brothers break the rules, and now it was his turn. The dog charged head first into Bear’s side, the force knocing both of them him onto their backs. Just like when Bear entered the scene earlier. Esme joined Bear and Frank in the vicious180 rotation and suddenly Bear was beneath her, and Frank atop. She yelped as his tied knot tugged at her walls, his girth seemed wedged in her pelvic bones. Esme’s face was still affixed to Buxter’s cock. The force of Charlie’s motion had twisted him onto his side. Esmeralda’s neck was strained to the side; caught between their stakes.
With Bear on his back now, Charlie fought Frank for access to Esme’s cunt. The two beasts growled and snarled, shoving and bitting. Each movement made Esme yelp a muffled plea for reprieve as Frank’s knot tugged and yanked her virgin pussy lips, but reprieve didn’t come. She was caught in the crossfire of the two powerful creatures. Even if she wasn’t penetrated by three dicks, even if she hadn’t been so weak from the thorough unbridled railing she’d received, Esme knew from the first night that she was helpless to their will. Though this terrified her, it also excited her. She was their bitch, she was their fuckholes, their cum rag, to be used to pleasure them. Charlie launched Frank forward onto Esme’s chest. The weight of the impact knocked the wind out of her, if it wasn’t already hard enough to breathe with Buxter’s cock cutting off her airways. Meanwhile, Bear had yet to cease his assault on her backside. With the new angle she felt him against her insides. His cock bulged out on her stomach against Frank’s fur which now rested heavy against her tender flesh. The pleasurable sensation distracted her from the pain of the dogs’ fighting, she didn’t notice the abrasions on her thighs and hips from the commotion, nor the bruises that would appear just about everywhere tomorrow. She could feel Charlie behind Frank, but couldn’t see what he was trying to do, only that he was trying very hard. He was still pushing Frank forward, each nudge stimulated her stretched clit in a way that made her want desperately to rub herself into climax. Unfortunately 200 pounds of Frank blocked her access. To satiate her craving, the young woman ground her hips around Frank’s engorgement.
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Ms. Crawford continued to try and get the dogs to stop, but eventually she caught Esme’s hips moving. For better or worse, the girl seemed to be enjoying the abuse. “My work here seems to be done.” Melanie reached for her bag and pulled out Michael’s number. “My turn.” She grinned to herself as she punched away at her keyboard.
5 minutes later, Mr Sandoval arrived to find Melanie naked on the floor. She’d flipped a wireless headphone in to keep track of Esmeralda, but could tell she wouldn’t need it. Michael wasted no time obliging Ms Crawford’s request.
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