Chapter 143: Anne's Song 003

It was over gloriously fast. He came just as he entered me and I pushed his pulsing, spewing member as deep as I could and came with him. I felt the wave spill into me and through me and melted in his arms.

"Again," my voice said. "Fuck me again." And as he babbled an apology about coming so soon, I kissed him and sucked his nipples and ran my hand over his now flaccid cock and started licking, chanting "again, again."

It didn't take him long to get up again (god bless teenagers), and no time at all for him to come again. The one-minute wonder fled after that – pulled on his clothes and left the room. At the door, he turned back, reached into his pocket. I woofed at him, and he ran from the room.

Fuck, I thought, trying to get my head to clear. I gotta get out of here. But I could already feel it starting again, this craving, hunger, insatiable. And now the next guy was coming through the door. I rose to meet him. I didn't even notice what he looked like. I just wanted to fuck. Some part of me was saying run past him, just get out! But my other parts were talking much, much louder.

He reached into his pocket, and I barked again. Fuck, you idiot, can't you see the program is already running? I grabbed his shirt, tore the buttons off of it, pulled him on top of me. Hornysatisfiedhorny. God this was great stuff. He entered into me and I heaved against him, rolled him over, straddled him. I thrust down hard, ground my cunt into his pelvis. He twisted my tits, laughed, slapped me. I didn't care. I just wanted to feel his hot juices flow into me. He lifted me – so strong – and threw me onto the bed.

"You like this, bitch?" he ground out. "You like me fucking you, you stupid cunt?" And I nodded, blissful, desperate.

"Please come," I chanted. "Please oh please. Come in me, baby. Please fill me. Let me feel you explode in me."

And he did. And he collapsed against me, this nameless he. And then he grabbed his stuff and I barked and there was the next guy, and the next.

They didn't let me sleep at all. And it all started to run together. I would never be able to identify who I fucked that night, except for the first boy. I do remember one point where they had me make out with some other girl – she and I clung to each other, our tongues deep in each other's throat, our hands groping each other, pulling each other's hair, as people took turns fucking us from behind. We licked and woofed and sucked and barked and the cum ran down my legs. I was vaguely aware that a lot of guys were watching, and I suspect someone was filming.

There was nothing ever like this. I was so sore, so tired, and then I would bark and the pain and exhaustion would become part of the pleasure. Make it never end, I thought. Let me die this way. Fuck me until I'm dead.

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I woke up bruised, bleeding, filthy, raw. My clothes were nowhere. I was lying on a couch somewhere, along with two other naked, cum-encrusted women. I have never hurt so badly. I stood, swayed, and started to cry. I knew I had to get out of there, before someone activated me again. But it hurt so bad to move. I had scratches on my back, my arms, my ass.

One of the girls on the sofa woke, smiled, then grimaced at the pain. She had a bruise forming on her cheek. She reached over and started copping a feel of the girl next to her, who started to rouse.

"Hey, Honey," she said to me. "First time?"

"Last." I said, hoping that I could keep that promise.

"Huh. What the fuck? Have you ever felt more alive than last night? God, when they fuck me, it's everything." She was fingering her neighbor, who groaned, grabbed her hand and pushed her further in. The neighbor looked up at me, blearily.

"Do they just keep you here?" I asked.

"What do you mean 'keep'? They make us leave Sunday morning. You don't get to stay unless you've made a really big impression. But that still means that we've got another full night of it, Babe."

"No fucking thank you. I want to get out of here. Where are my clothes?"

"Jesus. You'll never find them. Don't even bother. Just grab a shirt and sweat pants. But the guys will be up in a little while and ready to start again. Just wait till then. I promise you, you won't want to leave."

I thought back to last night, and shivered. She was right, of course. Even now, part of me wanted to stay. It felt so fucking incredible. A few weekends of this, and it would become the center of my life.

"Look, how did you get here?" I asked. "I mean, what makes you come?"

She smiled. "Every one of them makes me come, and that's why I'm here. I've never experienced anything like it."

I wanted to ask, was afraid to ask. "Do you, uh, bark? I mean. . ." I didn't know how to say it.

"Babe, I bark, howl, piss on myself if they want me to."

Time was passing. Someone would wake up soon. "Look, I want to talk more to you about this. Can I call you?"

"You don't have anything to offer me, girl. You want to talk to me, you know where to find me. Every weekend. And now, soon as I can walk again, I'm going to wake up one of the guys and get my day started right."

I fled. I went quietly into one of the bedrooms. There was a guy sleeping soundly, curled up with the woman I was groping the night before. I felt myself getting a little wet, but I stayed on task, found a t-shirt and sweats, and looked around and found another of the activators. I had a powerful, insane desire to punch the button, but I got out of the room, and the urge faded.

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It was early afternoon when I left the place, evening by the time I got home. I took a long, hot shower, and thought about consequences. I hadn't had a lover for awhile and wasn't on the Pill. The odds were decent that I'd get pregnant. And I was almost certain to have picked up something in that love nest. But the bigger deal was that I would keep doing this. As long as men had this clicker, I would spread my legs anytime to anyone. And a few more times and I wasn't going to care so much about it. I was going to be a whore in no time.

Monday, I had an appointment with Linda. She'd help me sort all this out. Linda's practice was booming – it seemed sometimes like most of the women in the city went to her. I myself had recommended her to half a dozen friends. I couldn't speak highly enough of her. Since starting to see her a month ago, I felt like I had a whole new outlook on life.

There was something. I could call Jenny, my friend who'd turned me onto Linda in the first place.