The truth eventually came out. Tom had had a child with some girl in another state. A boy of three or four it transpired. She knew he had had one or two girls before, but this was a secret he had kept; a secret that, he hadn’t purposely deigned not to tell her. It didn’t matter one whit that it had happened before they became serious. Ruth could hardly distinguish between anger, hurt and betrayal. His having a child was one thing, accidental perhaps, or careless. It was his reluctance to confide in her that hurt the most.
She withdrew into herself after a vitriolic fight with Tom. Ruth couldn’t talk to either her mother or mother in law, neither of whom could see the problem. Cindy was too loved up with yet another guy, as she put it. In a desperate search for solace, Ruth spent time on the computer, chatting in rooms, full of people who were basically, searching for sex or had fantasies that might have been better confined to imagination.
Quite by chance, Ruth stumbled on a Zoo site. It started off innocuously enough. Pictures of women in various poses with dogs, horses, donkeys and so on filled the archives. Short clips of film titivated and teased her imagination. Many nights for months, Ruth could be found watching downloaded films and rubbing her cunt until it was sore. The idea of actually doing it came sometime later. In a fit of desperation, she answered an advertisement for a woman to be a bitch to a Doberman. She answered and asked that they chat first. Almost before she had pressed return, the guy answered her post and a chat sequence began that went on for several months.
She felt she had got to know the guy. They exchanged computer-generated digital pictures of each other and spend hours, chatting in real time via their respective modems. It was a logical step to begin talking over the phone and then, to eventually arrange a meeting, initially at a coffee bar in town.
Grant looked nothing like his photograph. In reality, he was much older than he had implied. Quite a bit fatter, with far less hair, but it mattered little to Ruth. Her overwhelming desire was to be filled with dog cock, just as she had witnessed on many occasions now and seen so often, in graphic detail on the net. Her innermost need was to be screwed until she screamed, rammed by a large dog, until they tied ass to ass and her womb filled with dog semen. Grant had the wherewithal and that was good enough for her.
A certain reckless element drove Ruth. Her normal self-control was abandoned. She agreed to meet Helmut that day. She had seen pictures of him in his full glory. His chocolate brown coat gleaming, intelligent eyes staring down an imperious nose set on his noble head. They left the coffee shop, almost at a run to go to his car, parked down the street. Ruth left more than the shop behind. She left her reason and caution on a rapidly cooling plastic chair, along with the congealing remnant of her latte.
He drove for an hour. Buildings, crowded together, soon gave way to trees and grass verges. Then, in turn, to open farmland and fields of corn; waving in the breeze as if inviting her into oblivion. She noticed little of the outside world. Excitement crowded out any rational thoughts. Her nerve centres buzzed in anticipation and adrenalin coursed through her veins, adding to a heady cocktail of mounting expectancy that grew exponentially as the miles flew past un-noticed. They spoke very little during the drive. Ruth was grateful for that, because her mouth was too dry to raise more than a croak and she was uncertain that anything she said would make sense anyway.
He turned abruptly right, leaving the smooth hardtop to enter onto a dirt track. Two snake-like lines with a raised grass mound between that twisted and turned, soon hiding them behind trees and shrubbery from anyone who might be passing on the road. The corrugated tin shack at the end of the dirt drive surprised Ruth into saying her first words for ages.
“Where are we?”
“Home from home, Darling.” He got out of the car and slammed the door shut harshly; too harshly it seemed to Ruth.
She also got out of the car, shutting the aged door with a little more care and reverence for its age. Her mind was telling her that this was not right, but every other part of her body overruled and she took her first step towards the rundown and rusting heap he called home.
Helmut came barrelling out of the front door, squealing in delight at seeing his master. Grant bent at the waist and made a big fuss of the brown head and shoulders that bounded around him in excited exuberance. The dog took no notice of Ruth, whose eyes lit up at the magnificent animal. At least the pictures of the dog had been accurate
“This way.” He took Ruth’s arm just above her elbow in a strong, but not rough grip and propelled her to the still swinging wooden door that yawned open onto a blackness of an interior that she didn’t want to think about suddenly. His guiding hand helped her up the single timber tread to the porch level and then through the portal. A sudden panicky feeling of leaving the world behind crossed Ruth’s mind, only to flit away in a jumble of disorganised half thoughts.
“Well, this is it.” He announced with and expansive sweep of his free arm. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
Ruth tried to take in the details of the place, but the sudden change of light from the glaring sun to lightless gloom, prevented her from making out much more than the larger pieces of furniture. Her sense of smell told her of the dog’s living here and another cloying smell lay just below her recognition. She didn’t have time to really study the place. With little warning, Grant led her to a chair and sat her down.
Another panic light lit up in her mind and she was feeling quite uncomfortable with the situation. Helmut came to her and checked her out. His nose took her in while his eyes bored into her brain with an unblinking stare. He licked her proffered hand, then seemingly to accept her into his domain.
“He likes you Ruth. Why not take your jacket off and let him get to know you properly?” He had said only her jacket, but Ruth felt he meant all of her clothing and any self-respect along with the threads.
“I’m not so sure about this Grant. I mean, Helmut is beautiful and all that, but suddenly, I feel a bit too nervous. Perhaps I need to get to know him for a while or something. Perhaps……..”
“You should have thought about that before girly.” He almost growled at her. His change in attitude and voice confirmed the panic lights that were flashing all the time now. Ruth knew fear for the first time and began to look at her avenues of escape should she need it.
“Grant, I really am not comfortable with this. It’s not like I thought it would be I guess. I want to go home, please.”
His laugh was short, a sort of Ha; having no mirth to it in the slightest, being more scornful than anything else.
“Jake, get in here now.” Grant shouted over his shoulder as he sprang up from a chair he had sat in opposite Ruth. His speed shocked her into immobility except for an involuntary flinch as his claw like hands grasped her jacket.