Christian whistled and a servant remotely opened the small
door to Colossus’s cage. The Irish Setter (which Christian really did love)
came bounding into the room. Christian gave it the hand signal for sit, then
stay. Ana, thankfully, was already blindfolded. Grey took a small ball gag from
the bed post and climbed atop Ana’s body. Oh
my, she thought, he’s going to do something really interesting. Triple crap! Her minded screamed that
she should order him to take off the blind fold. Her sex was ready for him,
down there was flowing like a river.
Christian slipped the ball gag in her mouth and thanked all that was
good that she could no longer talk. Christian had discovered her mouth was
basically useless. When she was talking, it nearly bored him to suicide. When
they were engaged in coitus, it was like slipping his cock into an eel. Before
the gag went in, she inhaled sharply and her inner goddess screamed to not let
this shit continue. Double crap! She
hated the gag. But damn if his cock wasn’t a magic wand that could melt her
problems away with fresh ejaculate. Oh my!
Her inner goddess murmured this may not be so bad. Another voice muttered that
she needed her mouth to tell him how this was like masturbation because if she
couldn’t see him or talk to him, she might as well be alone.
Christian murmured to Ana that he was going to try out a new
sex toy on her. Ana’s inner goddess murmured that would be great. Her sex
quivered with anticipation and she almost had an orgasm in anticipation of what
was about to happen “down there.” Oh my!
She was horny. Christian hand signaled to Colossus and he rose to all fours.
Christian moved Ana into position, her ass in the air. From under the bed, he
removed a small foam platform to give Colossus a bit more leverage. He signaled
and Colossus jumped on the bed and onto the platform. Before she knew was
happening, Colossus mounted her. Anyone could see why he had earned such a name.
When his paws hit Ana’s back she screamed. Triple
crap! What the fuck! Her inner goddess screamed and writhed. Christian
began murmuring to her about a trip to Paris he would take her on and Ana began
to calm as she imagined all the shopping they could do in Paris. Christian had
taken her to New York a couple weeks ago in exchange for her masturbating in
the ball pit at Chuck E Cheese. While in New York, Christian had business to
attend to and he’d turned her loose on 5th Avenue with her very own
American Express Black Card. Nearly having to register as a sex offender (had
she been caught) had all been wiped out when she bought a pair of Ferragamo
pumps to match her Coach handbag and $7,000 Gucci dress which she nearly ruined
later that night by spilling wine on it from the shock of Christian penetrating
her with his toe. The beautiful diamond tennis bracelet had made Christian’s
request that she not wear underwear to New York’s finest restaurant seem
reasonable. Sexy and imaginative. Something a horny jock high schooler might
ask of his uninhibited cheerleader girlfriend.
A TV screen in Richard Branson’s private jet allowed him to
see the entire disgusting act play out in high definition color. Colossus was
really going at it and Branson was sure he’d never seen such a cock on a dog.
The damn thing was like Lyndon Johnson. Branson sipped his martini and listened
to Christian soothe Ana by telling her of all the amazing stuff he would buy
her in Paris next week. And then, if she were good, he’d take her to Budapest.
Brans noticed he had his fingers crossed when he mentioned Budapest and he
would find out later that he had guesses right. Although, Christian was pretty
sure the empty headed Ana wouldn’t know the difference between Hungary and
Romania. Listening to Christian was far better than listening to the dog whimper
or Ana’s moaning. The sound of Colossus’s dog tags clinking together was
downright unnerving and Brans had to swallow two Xanax and a Klonopin to keep
the eerie sound from driving him mad. When Colossus finished, hopefully not
inside Christian’s living plaything, Branson picked up his phone and called his
banker in Switzerland. It took only minutes to transfer the $2.5 million into
Christian’s account. Branson watched Colossus head back to his cage and then
watched Christian undo the ball gag from Ana’s mouth. He toasted the screen as
Christian moved Ana back into the doggy style position. He went for his riding
crop and went to work on Ana. Now that his real urge had been satisfied,
Christian generally needed an orgasm to help him sleep. Branson watched
Christian enter her like a group of White Walkers attacking the Wall of the
King’s Watch. Quickly losing interest, he turned to Family Guy. In a few hours
when his plane landed in Dallas, Texas Branson had a plan to win back his $2.5
million and make a famed Dallas Cowboy cheerleader do something so twisted even
Christian would give him a standing O. A bag at Branson’s feet contained enough
cash to make the starry-eyed, innocent cheerleader do anything he wanted. Which
was good because this would take some convincing.
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