Chapter 5
FIVE
It was hard for the beautiful woman who was on her hands and knees on top of the table to keep the submissive expression away from her face at that moment, though even she would have to admit that part of the reason that she was having such a hard time at that moment was that she was not even bothering to keep that expression away from her face because she was aware that it was the expression that the people who are surrounding her wanted to see in the first place, and indeed, as she looked around her using her peripheral vision – she could not turn her head away from what she was doing at that moment – she was able to confirm that was the case because of the smiles that were on their faces.
A shudder went up and down – or from her back to her front then back again, considering that she was on her and knees at that moment – even as she tried to chase her thoughts regarding the smiles on the faces of the people who around her, but even she would have to admit that she was not successful in that regard because when she tried to chase those thoughts away from the forefront of her mind, the only thing that she succeeded in doing was reminding her of those wide smiles that the women around her are wearing on their admittedly pretty faces. Indeed, if she was being honest, she would have to admit that the expressions of amusement on the faces of the women who are around her were more frightening to her than the smiling expression on the face of the one man who was in the room with them.
As that thought entered the forefront of the mind of Natasha, the beautiful agent dared to turn her attention away from the puddle that she had been licking directly from the surface of the table that she had been placed on, and as she did so, the Black Widow noticed the wide smirk on the face of the man as he regarded her. That expression that he has on his face at that moment an indication to Natasha that he was having fun watching her humiliate herself for his amusement, but then again, she would also have to admit that she would have been more surprised if he would not have had that expression on his face as he regarded her.
Natasha was not sure if he had noticed the fact that she had turned her attention toward him, the beautiful agent told herself that it would perhaps be better for her if he had not realized that she had stopped what she was doing so that she could turn her gaze toward his visage. With that thought at the forefront of her mind, the Black Widow returned her gaze toward the puddle under her chin before she then resumed to lick the mess off of the surface even as she reminded herself that she should ignore the taste of the liquid that she was licking.
Perhaps it was an attempt on her part to get her mind to think about something else at that moment that compelled her to note that the puddle that she had been ordered to clean was now mostly gone. She could not stop herself from turning her peripheral vision toward the direction of one of the women who was seated on the side of the table at that moment, and as she did so, she noticed the smirk that was on her face, and unlike the expressions that the other women around her are wearing, that sight of that smirk on the pretty face of this beautiful brunette caused a flash of anger to appear on the face of Natasha.
It would appear that the other woman had not even realized the change in the expression that Natasha had on her face, but then again, that may be because the Black Widow was quick to school her features to a neutral expression even as she continued to lick the puddle that had spilled from her breasts, and an unconscious moan escaped from the lips of the pretty agent, a few moments later, even as another bolt of pleasure shot to the forefront of her brain from the direction of her breasts.
Even though she told herself that she should not think about it, Natasha was unable to stop herself from doing so, and less than a second later, she was already telling herself that the reason for the moan that had escaped from her lips as her body telling her that her breasts are again filling with milk, which meant that she would soon be lactating again. That thought alone was enough to cause an expression of horror to appear on the face of the Black Widow, and before she could stop herself, she turned her attention toward the direction of the man who was seated in front of her.
Natasha had already parted her lips by the time that she had focused her gaze toward the direction of the man in question, though even if that was the case, the words that were supposed to come out of her lips did not manage to do so. That was because when she turned her attention toward his direction, the first thing that she saw would be the fact that he had turned his gaze away from her, and instead, he had turned his face toward the direction of the ceiling, indeed, it would not have been proper for her to say that he had turned his attention toward that direction because Natasha was able to confirm when she fixed her gaze toward his visage that he had closed his eyes.
There was only one reason for him to close his eyes and turn his gaze toward the direction of the ceiling, but as if to provide her with further proof that what she had thought was the case did happen, as she kept her gaze fixed on the direction of his face, he let out a moan of pure pleasure. Even without her suspicions, that moan that escaped from her lips at that moment was the only thing that Natasha needed to hear for her to know that he had indeed reached his climax, though rather than turn her thoughts to the young woman who had most likely used her mouth to bring her Master to his release, the pretty agent told herself that she should be more worried about the predicament that she had found herself in.
It was also at that moment that Natasha realized that she had not stopped licking the puddle off of the surface of the table, and because that was the case, she had already cleaned the mess that her milk had made. She could not even bring herself to feel relief after she had realized that, and indeed, if she was being honest, the beautiful agent would have to admit that she felt more terror, as she realized that just because she had finished cleaning the puddle does not mean that her ordeal was over.
As humiliating and degrading as licking her milk off of the surface of the table after they had spilled from her breasts may be, Natasha would have to admit that it was, at least, better than the other things that she imagined she would be made to do after she had finished this task. For the time being, however, it would appear that she would be spared from any further task because it would appear that the Master was more interested in seeing the things that his other slaves are doing.
That, in turn, allowed Natasha a few moments to herself, and the beautiful agent found herself using that time to ask herself when it was that she had first started to consider herself as one of the slaves of the man who was seated at the head of the table. She blinked even as that thought entered the forefront of her mind, and though it was true that she had not moved from her position, inside her mind, a tiny argument broke between two factions, with one of them claiming that she had never considered herself as the slave of the man who was seated at the head of the table, and naturally, the other faction was arguing for the other side.
The argument that the two factions inside her brain were having lasted for quite a while, with neither side willing to give victory to the other. Indeed, the argument was still going on when the sound of someone pointedly clearing his throat entered the ears of Natasha, and that was more than enough for the argument to break and for the Black Widow to turn her attention toward the direction of the man, only for her to realize that turning her gaze toward him was the wrong thing to do the moment that she fixed her gaze upon his visage.
Natasha told herself that the reason that she thought that it was a mistake was because of the smirk that was on his face at that moment, but before she could follow up with that line of thought, she found herself forced to pause because she could have sworn that the smirk that he was wearing widened even more. That action on his part told her that he was finally turning his attention back toward her, and while there was a part of her that was excited about that – indeed, she had to stop herself from moaning there and then even as bolts of pleasure shot up from the direction of her cunt toward the forefront of her brain – the Black Widow was able to school her features – and her thoughts – to reflect horror.
Indeed, the horror that she felt at that moment was such that before she could stop herself, she had already parted her lips, and though it was true that she caught herself before the words could escape from her mouth, in the end, she realized that she would lose nothing by begging him, indeed, there was a part of her that was certain that he would have wanted to hear her beg, and that might be enough to make him reconsider whatever humiliation it was that he had in store for her next.
“Master,” she began, “please.”
As she had expected, the smile on the face of the man who was seated at the head of the table widened, and that was the indication that Natasha needed to confirm that she was correct that he wanted to hear her begging him, but even if that was the case, he did not say anything, and as the period of silence continued, the trepidation that the beautiful agent was feeling increased. Indeed, it was that same trepidation that caused her to part her lips yet again, a few moments later, and it was obvious that she was about to beg him again.
The words that were supposed to come out of her mouth, however, did not manage to make it out, because at that moment, the man who was seated at the head of the table, opened his lips before he then asked, “I asked you a question earlier, did I not?”
Natasha blinked at that moment, even as she told herself that even though he had used a pleasant tone to ask the question that he had, it was also that tone that he had used that convinced her that he was expecting an answer from her, though even if that was the case, the Black Widow still did not say anything in response to what he had asked, and indeed, she would not have said anything at that moment if not for the fact that she noticed that the smile that he was wearing was fast turning to a frown even as he continued to stare at her, and that was more than enough to tell her that he was fast losing patience with her.
“Master,” Natasha began, and as that single word escaped from her lips, the Black Widow told herself that even she was not sure what it was that she wanted to say. Of course, just because she did not know what it was that she was supposed to say at that moment does not mean that she had the luxury of wasting time to think about the next word that should come out of her lips, and because that was the case, a few moments later, she added, “please, Master.”
The expression on the face of the man who was seated at the head of the table had already turned to a frown by the time that Natasha had finished speaking, though that frown was interrupted, a few moments later, when she then parted his lips. Whatever it was that he had wanted to say, however, was something that the black Widow would not have been able to answer, because he seemed to have changed his mind about speaking, and instead, Natasha watched as he then turned his attention toward the direction of the beautiful brunette who was seated by his side.
That action on his part compelled the Black Widow to turn her attention toward that direction as well, and she blinked when she fixed her gaze upon the direction of Alice because the smile that was on the face of the younger woman was one that Natasha would not have hesitated to label as bliss, though even if that was the case, Alice also inclined her head back toward the direction of her Master before she then pushed herself away from the table.
Natasha still had her attention focused upon the direction of Alice when the pretty brunette then got up on her feet, though wherever it is that the obvious favorite of the Master was heading, Natasha was not sure, and she did not have the luxury of finding that out for herself as, a few moments later, the Master pointedly clearing his throat once more forced her to turn her attention toward his direction.
Despite the frown that was on his face when he had last focused his attention upon the direction of the visage of Natasha, the first thing that she noticed after fixing her gaze upon his face would be the smile that he was wearing. The beautiful agent would have to admit that the sight of the same confused her, but she did not have the time to think about that, because, within a moment or two, the Master was already speaking, “Dogs drink milk the same way that you were, cunt,” he said.
The eyes of Natasha widened at that moment, and she parted her lips to say something, but the words that were supposed to come out of her mouth did not manage to do so, because it would appear that he was not done talking, “Every single one of them had gone through what you are about to go through next,” he said.
There was no need for him to tell her who ‘they’ are, after all, they are around her at that moment, and as that realization entered the forefront of the mind of the Black Widow, she turned her attention – and this time, she did not bother to be subtle about it – toward the direction of one of the women around her. If pressed, she would admit that she did not think of who she should turn her gaze toward because even if she had, she was not sure of the position of the other women.
Even if that was the case, however, when she focused her attention, she found herself looking in the direction of Melissa, and the young student had a smirk on her face as well. It took Natasha but a few moments to realize that the smirk that the younger woman was wearing was her way of telling the Black Widow that there was no way that she was going to enjoy the ordeal that she was about to go through at that moment, and as if to provide her with further proof that is the case, it was also at that moment that Melissa – and three other women – suddenly grabbed her wrists and ankles, causing the eyes of Natasha to widen even as she somehow found herself unable to move even if she was sure that she is stronger than any of the other women who are holding her.
Natasha knew that these women are holding onto her to stop her from moving, and as if to provide her with further proof that was the case, another of the pets of the Master suddenly produced a rope from under the table that she had been placed on, with Natasha unable to do anything even as that rope was wrapped around her wrist. It took but a few moments for all four of her limbs to be tied down and soon enough, the four women who had been holding onto her wrists and ankles had stopped what they are doing.
By the time that they did, however, Natasha was already tied, unable to do anything aside from moving her hips from one side to the other. She was well aware that the only thing that she was succeeding in doing at that moment was to cause the cheeks of her ass to wiggle, though she did not think that it would be such a big deal because the only man in the room was still seated on his seat at the front of the table, and as her thoughts turned toward the man in question, Natasha blinked as she found herself turning her attention toward his direction.
The smirk had remained on the face of the man, and she could have sworn that she saw the smirk on his face widen when he realized that she was now looking at him. Of course, she could not ask him if that was the case, and besides, it was at that moment that something else had distracted Natasha, and it was in the form of a barking sound coming from behind her.
Natasha blinked at that moment even as she realized that the smirk on the face of the only man in the room had indeed widened the moment that she thought that it had, but it was not because she had turned her attention toward him, rather, the reason for the smirk on the face of the Master widening was the dog that had entered the room, and much as Natasha tried to turn her attention toward the direction of the same, she found herself unable to.
In the end, the Black Widow realized that there was no need for her to turn her attention toward that direction in the first place because the dog in question was moving in her direction. She had realized from the moment that she had heard the dog that there was someone who was leading the animal, and if she was being honest, she would have to admit that she was not the least bit surprised when the person who was leading the dog turned out to be Alice, after all, she is the one that the Master had sent out of the room a few minutes ago.
Natasha did not want to think about the reason that the dog had been brought into the room, and it was for that reason that she forced herself to turn her attention toward the man who was seated at the head of the table. It was true that there was a smirk on his face at that moment, but focusing her attention toward him at that moment allowed her to chase her thoughts in regards to the dog out of her mind for the time being.
Even that, however, turned out to be for naught, because the moment that he realized that she was looking at him, he turned his gaze toward her direction before he then inclined his head toward the direction that Natasha knew was the direction that Alice and the dog that she was leading was coming from. She widened her eyes, even as she parted her lips, and at that moment, she was sure that she was going to beg him, though before the words could come out of her mouth, the Master was already speaking, “I want you to meet Brutus,” he said with a wide smile on his face.
He might not have said as much at that moment, but it was rather obvious that he was referring to the dog, and the fact that he had inclined his head toward the direction that he had at that moment was his way of telling her that she should try to turn her attention toward that same direction, though Natasha stopped herself from turning her attention toward that direction. In the end, it did not matter, because he simply continued to speak, “He would be your lover for the time being.”
The expression on the face of Natasha broke at that moment, and that was even if she would have to admit that she had already suspected that he wanted her to mate with the dog in question. Even though she was feeling more desperation than she had ever felt in her life at that moment, she was able to school her features, but rather than place a determined expression, the look on the face of the pretty agent at that moment reflected sheer desperation and submission, and that was certainly reflected with the tone that she used when she next spoke.
“Master, please, don’t, please,” she said, and the tears that were spilling out of the eyes of Natasha at that moment were certainly not theatrical. It would appear, however, that the tears that were coming out of her eyes were something that served only to excite him, with the smile that he was wearing widening even more and prompting Natasha to continue speaking, “Please, Sir, please just fuck this whore, please.”
The desperation that was written on the face of Natasha became more pronounced at that moment, after all, he started to laugh, and there was nothing friendly about the sound that was coming out of his lips at that moment. Indeed, if she was being honest, the Black Widow would have to admit that she felt as if the sounds that were coming out of his mouth at that moment heralded more humiliation and pain for her, and that was something that was confirmed, a few moments later, when he suddenly said, “Every single one of your new sisters has had to please Brutus with their bodies before.”
A desperate moan escaped from the lips of Natasha at that moment, and despite the training that she had received, the beautiful agent was prepared to offer everything and promise anything if it meant that she would be spared from the humiliation of having to take an animal cock in her cunt. She parted her lips and prepared herself to push the words that she hoped would convince him to spare her from the humiliation that he was planning to give her, though before she could push the words out of her mouth, he was already speaking, “What makes you think that you would be spared from this?”
Natasha did not have an answer for that question and, indeed, if she was being honest, the beautiful agent would have to admit that she did not even attempt to find an answer to the question that he had asked, though that was mostly because she was desperate to tell him that she would do whatever it was that she would be asked to do if only she would be spared from having to take the dog cock into her most intimate of parts. Somehow, the Master realized that was the case because he did not even wait for her to answer his question before he spoke again.
“I suppose I could give you the chance to spare your cunt from being hosed with doggy cum,” he said with a wide smile on his face, and the words that he had uttered caused Natasha to focus her attention upon him, though before she could say anything, he was already speaking again, “you would have two minutes to make him cum using your mouth.”
It was not a deal that Natasha was hoping to get, after all, while this would spare her from having to take the animal cock in her cunt, it still meant that she would have to take the cock of the animal in her body, and the look of horror on the pretty face of the agent would have told anyone who was able to see the expression that she was wearing what she thought about the order. At the same time, however, Natasha told herself that the expression that she was wearing was also what he wanted to see, and that would certainly explain the wide smile that was on his face at that moment.
That smile broke, a few moments later, even as he regarded her and, a moment or two after their gazes had met, the Master then asked as he inclined his head toward her, “or we can head straight to him taking you in the cunt, your choice.”
He looked as if he wanted to tell her that she is the only one who had been given that choice because the other women in the room with them had to take the dog in their cunts instead. That realization, however, was something that the beautiful agent had to chase away from the forefront of his mind, after all, she did not want anything to do with the animal cock, though she was also just as quick to realize that she has to choose at that moment.
It was hardly the choice that Natasha wanted to make, but even as she parted her lips, the Black Widow told herself that it was the only choice that she had given the circumstances. She steeled her resolve at that moment even as she fixed her gaze toward his direction, and she said, “Please, Master, this whore wants only you, please.”
He burst into a burst of amused laughter at that moment, and the way that he had laughed told her that there was a chance that she was going to receive what she had been asking for, which would be the cock of the man who now owns her in her most intimate of parts. Indeed, the sound of him laughing at that moment also caused a smile on her face as she convinced herself that he was about to stand from where he was seated so that he could position himself.
Natasha told herself that it was not the ideal situation for her, but having her Master fuck her from behind was still a hundred times better than having a dog do it for him. Her hopes in regards to that, however, were shattered, a few moments later, when she realized that he was not moving from the place that he was in, and indeed, her eyes widened when she saw that after he had stopped laughing, another smirk formed on his face, and the sight of the same was all that she needed to see for her to realize that she had failed.
The Black Widow parted her lips intending to push words out of her mouth to beg him yet again, but before her words could form, the Master was already speaking, “It seems to me that you have opted not to take the deal that I had offered you,” he said.
She could not help but widen her eyes at that moment, and she started to shake her head even as the sounds of her struggling against the bonds that had been wrapped around her wrists and ankles echoed around the room. The sounds of her struggles were then overwhelmed by the moans of pain that escaped from her lips, a few moments later, and those moans were followed, less than two seconds later, by desperate words, “No, Master, please,” she said, and because she realized that it was the only option that she had, the beautiful agent decided to just take the deal that he was offering her.
Natasha told herself that while it was true that she did not want to have the taste the cock of the dog, having it violate her mouth was still better than having it violate her cunt, and it was for that reason that, a few moments later, the beautiful agent, after having focused her attention toward the direction of the Master, forced herself to speak, “Please, may I take the cock of Brutus in my mouth, please?”
The fact that he nodded right away without making her beg again was a testament to the fact that he had already realized that was what she was going to do. That, however, was of little consequence to the beautiful agent and she continued to beg him, “Please, please, Master, please let this slave have his cock in her whore mouth, please?”
She watched as he inclined his head, but rather than toward her, the Master had instead inclined his head toward the direction of Alice, and Natasha was quick to realize that was his way of telling the other woman that the request of the Black Widow should be granted. As she knew that there would be a wide smirk on the face of Alice at that moment, the beautiful agent refused to turn her attention toward her direction and, in any case, it would appear that doing so was the correct decision, because at that moment, another bark escaped from the lips of the dog, and Natasha also did not want to see the face of the animal that was about to violate her.
Any further musings on the part of the beautiful agent in regards to that, however, had to be put onto hold, a few moments later, even as she was forced to focus her attention forward. Somehow, she had missed the fact that the dog was positioning itself on top of her, and by the time that she realized what was happening, the animal was already in position.
Turning her attention forward did not allow her to see the smirk that was on the face of the Master, rather, it simply forced her to focus her attention toward the tip of the dog cock in front of her, and the only way that was possible was if her head was in between the limbs of the creature, something that she had not even realized until that moment. Of course, that caused her to wonder what had happened, but her musings in regards to that were also interrupted because the cock that was in front of her was slowly but surely moving toward the direction of her lips.
Even though she had begged her Master for permission to suck the cock of the animal when she saw what was happening, Natasha steeled her resolve even as she told herself that she would not open her mouth, and indeed, she was somewhat successful in that regard because when the tip of the pink doggy cock hit the slit in between her lips, she refused to open them and allow the animal member entry into her warm and wet oral orifice. That, in turn, caused protesting sounds to escape from the mouth of the dog, and somehow, her Master understood the meaning of those sounds.
“Remember, whore, you only have two minutes to make him cum,” he said.
Those words caused the eyes of Natasha to widen, and if she was being honest, the beautiful agent would have to admit that she did forget about the time limit that she had been given. It was also for that reason that she then parted her lips, and though it was true that she intended to slowly but surely take the animal cock in her mouth, that was not what happened, because the dog – frustrated, perhaps, at the fact that she had initially refused it entry into her warm and wet oral orifice – simply thrust its cock forward into her mouth the moment that it had been allowed entry into the same.
The Black Widow had to stop herself from gagging there and then, even as the taste of the cock in question flooded the forefront of her mind. Natasha tried her best to ignore the fact that she had an animal cock in her mouth, but the taste and sensation of the same in her mouth were making it rather difficult for her, and the dog added another complication, a few moments later, when the animal began to use its hips to move its cock in and out of her mouth, and the pace with which it was moving was far faster than what Natasha had either expected or hoped for, even if it was true that she had realized that the pace with which the animal was using her mouth might ensure that it would reach its climax faster.
Of course, she was aware that she only has two minutes to give the animal what it wanted, and she could not rely on using her tongue to expedite the process. If she was being honest, the beautiful agent would have to admit that there was no need for her to do anything because the animal seemed determined to reach its climax with or without her help.
Even if that was the case, Natasha still tightened her lips, presenting the animal with a tighter hole to use, and she would admit that she had done that because she wanted this ordeal to be finished as soon as possible. She would also admit that she has no idea how much time she has left, but she reasoned to herself that the Master would have informed her of the time if it was fast approaching.
Her musings in regards to that, however, were put onto hold, a few moments later, even as she felt the cock that was buried in her mouth twitch, and she took that to mean that the dog was about to reach its climax. Even at that moment, however, she still found herself thinking about the time that she had left, and while there was a part of her that was rather glad that she was able to accomplish the task that she had been given within the time limit that she had been provided, there was also a part of her that could not help but tell herself that she had run out of time.
Natasha calmed that part of her by reminding herself that the Master would have told her that she had run out of time, but because that had not happened, then perhaps she had not run out of time, and, in any case, any further musings on the part of the beautiful agent had to be put on hold at that moment even as the twitching of the cock that was buried in her mouth began twitching rather uncontrollably again. She had barely managed to return to the present, however, before the dog let out a howl of triumph – and indeed, if she was being honest, the Black Widow would have to admit that there was a part of her that would have claimed that it was the howl that escaped from the lips of the dog that forced her to return to the present – and less than two seconds later, another foreign taste began to assault the forefront of her mind even as something warm and sticky filled whatever space remained inside her mouth.
At that moment, the Black Widow would have done everything in her power to remove the cock that was in her mouth out of the same, but even if that was the case, she found herself forced to wait until the dog would remove its cock from her abused mouth, and as she waited, she could feel some of the cum that the animal had produced spill out of her mouth as it was obvious that space had run out inside her warm and wet oral orifice. The fresh cum that was spilling from her mouth was not the only thing that was on the face of Natasha at that moment, however, because there were also tears spilling from her eyes at that moment.
Even as she found herself unable to control the flow of the tears of humiliation, pain, and debasement that was escaping from her eyes, Natasha found herself thinking about why the dog had yet to remove its canine cock from her abused mouth. It did not take long for her to realize that the reason for that was because the animal was waiting for her to swallow all of his seed, and though there was a part of her that did not want to do it, she knew that she had no choice, which was why she constricted her throat around the girth of the member that had been impaled inside her mouth before she then swallowed.
“Dismount,” she heard the command coming from the lips of her Master, and Natasha could not help but blink as she realized that she did not have to swallow, she only had to wait for the Master to give the command, but then she blinked as she realized that the Master was most likely waiting for her to swallow before giving the command. In response to the command that he was given, the dog removed its cock from her mouth, and the first thing that Natasha did after that happened was to start coughing, even as she found herself thinking about whether or not she should have swallowed in the first place.
In any case, any further musings on the part of Natasha in regards to that had to be put on hold because she was soon forced to turn her attention toward the direction of the man who was seated at the head of the table as he pointedly cleared his throat.
That action, Natasha knew, was intended to make her turn her attention toward his direction, and that was proven true in the mind of Natasha, a few moments later, when she saw the smirk that had formed on his face at that moment. That expression made her want to say something, but he cut her off at that moment as he asked her using a tone that told her that it was a rhetorical question, “How does your first animal creampie taste, whore?”
The fact that the question was a rhetorical one was further proven, a few moments later, when he did not even give her the chance to answer the question, and instead, he simply continued to speak, “Unfortunately for you, you have failed the task,” he added, and that caused the eyes of Natasha to widen. She was about to protest – and indeed, she had opened her lips for that reason – but before she could push her words out, the Master was already speaking, “You were forty seconds over the time limit,” and after he had said those words, the smile that was on his lips widened yet again before he added, “And you know what that means, right?”
If it was possible, the eyes of Natasha widened even more at that moment, and before she could stop herself, she was already begging him yet again, “No, Master, please, anything but that, please,” she said, but even the Black Widow would have to acknowledge that all the protests that were coming out of her mouth were useless, because there was no way that she would be given what she was asking for.
As if to provide her with further evidence that was the case, she watched as he then inclined his head toward the direction of the dog. The eyes of Natasha widened again because she understood that the fact that he had inclined his head toward the dog meant that he was about to order the animal to mount her again, and this time, the Master would be ordering the animal to take her in her most intimate of parts. It was for that reason that the Black Widow was prepared to beg again, but once more, she was too late, because just as she parted her lips, the Master was already speaking.
“Go knot your new bitch, Brutus,” he said, and before he had even finished speaking, the beautiful agent was already screaming, There was a part of her that had thought that she could interrupt the command that the dog had been given if she were to scream as loud as possible at, but it would appear that it was for naught because the dog was already moving at that moment, and soon enough, the animal was already in position.
Not even Natasha could have sustained the scream that she let escape from her mouth, and barely five seconds later, she had to stop screaming. Of course, just because she had stopped screaming at that moment did not mean that she would not have allowed more sounds to escape from her lips and, indeed, a few moments later, another scream escaped from her lips, though this time, it was more because it was also at that same moment that she felt the tip of the cock of the dog against the slit in between the lips of her flower.
Feeling that tip of the animal cock against the entrance to her most intimate of parts caused more tears to spill from the eyes of the Black Widow, but rather than beg the creature that was about to enter her most intimate of parts, she instead turned her attention toward the direction of the man who was seated at the head of the table because he was the one who could command the dog, though when she turned her attention toward his direction, the smirk that he saw on his face was the only thing that she had to see for him to know that there was no way that he would order the dog to not continue.
“Ah!” the scream that escaped from the lips of Natasha echoed around the room, and it caused the smile on the face of the Master to widen yet again. She was quite certain that if she were to turn her attention toward the direction of the other women around the room, she would also see the smirks that they are wearing. In the end, all of the attention of Natasha was forced to focus on what was happening to her at that moment, and there are a lot of things that she had to pay attention to.
The feeling of the animal cock against the inner walls of her cunt sent bolts of pleasure from the direction of her most intimate of parts toward the direction of the forefront of her brain, and the moan that escaped from her lips at that moment echoed around the room that they were in. The first moan, of course, was followed by another, then another, as the animal behind her began to piston its cock in and out of her most intimate of parts.
With every stroke into her cunt, Natasha could not help but feel more and more helpless, unable to do anything but take the abuse that she was being given, even as a part of her mind then reminded her that she would have to ensure the abuse longer than the time that the dog was using her mouth because there was no way that the dog would reach its climax anytime soon, not after it had just abused her mouth.
“Ah!” a moan echoed around the room at that moment, forcing Natasha out of the reverie that she had not even realized she had fallen into. Indeed, that was not the only thing that the Black Widow had failed to realize, as a few moments later, it became clear to her that the moan that forced her out of the reverie in the first place had escaped from her lips. As she acknowledged that, she suddenly felt the figurative flames of arousal in between her thighs, and because she already knew what that meant, another hiss of pleasure escaped from her lips.
It was as if that first moan that had escaped from her lips were a beacon for the rest because, at that moment, more moans began to escape from the lips of Natasha, with each moan bringing her closer and closer toward her release. That was because those moans that were escaping from her lips were tied to the strokes of the animal cock that was still moving in and out of her most intimate of parts with wild abandon, and each time the dog would bury its cock in her womanhood, the figurative flames that were burning between her loins would increase in temperature.
“Ah…ah…ah…,” the moans picked up the pace with which they are escaping from her mouth, a few moments later, but in between the moans that were coming out of her lips, the beautiful agent then added as she turned her attention toward the direction of the man who was seated at the head of the table, “Please…ah…please, Master…please, may your…ah….may your whore cum…for you, Master, please?”
Natasha was aware of the words that had escaped from her lips at that moment, even if it was true that those are not words that she would have wanted to say. Although she would have wanted to place a horrified expression on her face at that moment, that was not what happened, and indeed, the expression on her face at that moment even as she turned her gaze toward the man seated at the head of the table was one that was expectant and hopeful, eager to please, and willing to do anything to that end.
The relief that Natasha felt, a few moments later, when he nodded his permission to her a few moments later should have intensified the expression of horror on her face, but the only expression that appeared on the face of Natasha at that moment was one of pure pleasure even as she allowed the figurative dam that was holding back her orgasm to burst, and at the same time that her fresh spunk began to spill out of her speared cunt, the Black Widow let out a hiss of pure pleasure that echoed around the room that they were in.