Chapter 3

Herr Trotter dropped the leash to the floor, and that was all the urging the dog needed to immediately rush behind me, and begin nosing my butt. I heard him inhaling deeply several times, all the while whining excitedly. His cold, wet tongue began to lap frenziedly against my crack, and when its rough surface rubbed against my tight sac, it just about drove me crazy. For his part, Herr Trotter moved to stand before me, then dropped to his knees, his massively engorged cock swaying just inches from my face.

Kathy said softly, "Honey, I need you to help me with something. I'm going to spend the night in Hans' bed, and I want him to be able to fuck me for hours on end. It'd be a big help if you'd take his first load, and then he'd be able to last longer when he's inside me. Will you do that for me?"

As she had known I would, I gasped out the only words I could possibly say, and they were, "Yes, Mistress!"

She said, simply, "Good. Open your mouth, cocksucker!" Helpless to disobey, I did as she asked, and as she guided his rampant member into my widespread mouth, Herr Trotter sidled forward on his knees. At that very moment, I felt Fritz' weight on my back, and then his forelegs clutching my midsection. There was a painful sensation against my sphincter as his sharply-pointed penis sought entry. For the first time ever, I felt something enter my opening, rather than exit it. I knew then that my days as a "virgin" were at an end, and in fact that was true for both "ends." Not only was the dog raping my virgin asshole, his master was also doing exactly the same thing to my virgin mouth and throat.

And I loved it! I almost lost consciousness due to the power of the emotions that swept over me. All I could think of was the glorious sensation of Fritz' penis rubbing against my prostate gland, and Herr Trotter's much larger organ inching its way slowly down my throat. Never in my life had I thought my brain could harbor such perverted thoughts, but at that moment my overpowering need to cum was in absolute and total control of my mind and my body. All I knew was that I was rocking backwards to meets the dog's forward thrusts, and then forward as his owner forced his cock deeper and deeper down my throat.

As if from a far distance, I heard Kathy's husky voice saying, "That's right, you stinking, worthless pervert! Eat a real man's cock while his dog fucks you in the ass! I've always wanted a puppy, and now you're going to have one for me, aren't you, you useless little bitch-dog?" Her words were simply lost on me, and if they had any effect at all, it was to make me move even faster to meet the thrusts that were impaling me front and rear.

I wish that moment could have lasted forever, but of course it didn't. I heard Fritz begin to whine, and then felt his claws dig into my waist. At that same moment, the head of Herr Trotter's penis seemed to grow to twice its former size, and then his cum flowed across my taste buds, and I was lost in the ecstasy of swallowing it. Although I couldn't feel it, I knew the dog was also cumming, filling my butt with the same thing that his master was filling my mouth, my throat, and my stomach. Again, the only thing I can say is that I loved it, more than I can say. It seemed I had found my calling in life, and that was to be a dog-fucking, cock-sucking, worthless little bitch.

At last Herr Trotter's spasms came to an end, and he withdrew his slightly-deflated member from my mouth. Fritz tried to do the same thing, but his penis could not be withdrawn so easily. I heard our host tell Kathy, "A dog's cock forms a knot after he cums, making it almost impossible to pull out for several minutes. From what I've seen, it can be quite painful for the man he's fucking if he grows frantic and tries to jerk away." I was sure that wasn't going to happen to me, though, since the last thing I wanted was for Fritz to withdraw. He was still massaging my prostate, and that felt more than good, it felt wonderful!

As I squatted there on my hands and knees, with the dog's penis still trapped inside my butt, Herr Trotter walked to the wall beside the door and pulled a sash cord hanging there. Although I heard no sound, it must have been a summons for the bellhop, for he walked through the door moments later. He looked at me, then laughed and said, "Well, it looks like the little dog fucker has found a new lover. From the looks of his mouth, maybe he's found two of them." I realized then that he was seeing some of Herr Trotter's cum on my lips and chin, and I did my best to lick off the delicious drops.

Our host said to Kathy, "From what you've told me, I assume you want to proceed with subjecting him to the special procedures. Is that correct?"

She nodded, then said, "Yes, I think it's what he needs. But I don't want to do it tonight. I was wondering if maybe there's something that could be done to make his little dingus get as big as a real man's. Do you know of anything we can try?"

I heard an evil laugh from the bellhop, and as everyone looked at him, Herr Trotter said, "Herr Nunnemacher is a specialist in treatments of that nature. If you like, he can take your husband to one of our special rooms in the basement and see what can be done. Is that your wish?"

My lovely wife looked directly at me for a long time, then glanced pointedly at my little penis, before saying, "Yes, I think something like that needs to be done to him. Don't you think so, honey?" Again, the only words I could utter were, "Yes, Mistress."

Herr Nunnemacher then said to her, "The treatments I will give him can be quite painful, madam. Do you still wish me to proceed?"

Her only answer was to nod slightly, then say in her husky whisper, "Yes, I do. Please try to make it hurt him just as much as you can. After all, he'd planned the same thing for me, hadn't he?"

The two men broke into laughter, and just at that moment Fritz at last freed his penis from my asshole. The bellhop leaned over, grabbed me roughly by one arm, and said, "Stand up, dog-bitch! You and I have an appointment to keep. I'm sure you'll find it just as enjoyable as I."

He then twisted my arm painfully behind my back, using it to push me toward the door to the hallway. As Kathy opened it to allow our exit, she said, "Honey, this is going to be a wonderful night for me, and I'm sure you'll be having fun, too. Now you do exactly as Herr Nunnemacher says." We cleared the doorway just then, and as she closed the door behind us, the man twisted my arm even higher behind my back, urging me forward at almost a run.

As we entered the lobby of the hotel, I looked around for the other guests, fearful they would see me naked, my little dick erect, and being frog-walked to I knew not where. However, the place appeared to be entirely empty, with even the desk clerk absent. I barely had time to notice a large timber had been placed across the door, and then dropped into brackets fastened to the wall on each side. My thoughts about it being difficult to escape from the resort echoed in my head as the bellhop marched me to the elevator, and then pushed the bottom button on the control panel. I felt the cage begin to descend, and knew there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Whatever Herr Nunnemacher chose to do to me, I had no say in the matter. My wife had ordered me to do exactly as told, and that's exactly what I would do.

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I have no idea just how far we descended, but after what seemed an interminable time, the elevator came to a stop. My captor opened the door, then pushed my aching arm even higher as he forced me to walk down the hallway. We passed many heavy, wooden doors, and I was sure this place was at one time the dungeon of the castle. Somehow, that thought did nothing to strike fear in my heart, for I was long past that point. I'm sure I was delirious from the effects of the drug and the stimulation I'd received shortly before, but most of all, I was delirious from my need to cum, to relieve the pressure in my swollen balls and throbbing crotch.

As we walked along the hallway, we passed several large doors made of thick wood held in place with large metal hinges. The sounds coming from behind one of the doors, although faint to my ears, left little doubt about what was happening in that room. Muffled as the sounds were, I could still tell they were coming from the throat of a young woman, which I was sure was Carol, and that they signaled her alternating pain and passion. I could hear the sharp crack of a whip on naked flesh, followed immediately by an outcry, and then moments later a long moan of lustful anticipation. Although I longed to stop by the door, my captor wouldn't permit it, and urged me forward with another vicious twist of my arm.

Further down the hallway, another door concealed a second session much like the first. Again I heard the muffled sounds of pain and passion, but this time they came from an older woman that I recognized as Helga. She was obviously not constrained from speech, for unlike me she could talk. My imagination ran wild as she gasped, "Yes! Higher! Please stretch them to the ceiling. Please!" When I tried to hesitate, the man again shoved me ahead, leaving my brain inflamed with fantasies of what was being done to her.

We finally arrived at the last door, which I was instructed to open. As we entered the room, Herr Nunnemacher turned on a wall switch, providing dim illumination to a room that was beyond my feeble powers of description. I was able to recognize several instruments of torture, which only confirmed my idea that we were in the castle's dungeon. It was the things I couldn't recognize, though, that gave me my first taste of fear of that entire day. I had known ever since leaving Herr Trotter's office that I was to be tortured, by my own wife's permission, but seeing all the instruments and machines filling the room gave me a feeling of dread that almost made me pass out.

I was taken to the simplest thing in the room: a small wooden table. It was no more than two feet square, and had four legs holding the tabletop at a standard height. The only things that were at all scary were the four shackles fastened to the floor by each of the legs. As expected, I was almost thrown forward across the table, with nothing but my abdomen and stomach touching it, due to its small size. The man knelt beside the table, quickly attaching the shackles to my ankles and wrists, and I was totally in his power.

As I looked back over my shoulder at my captor, I saw him quickly undressing, and I could see that his own urgency was almost equal to my own. However, he was going to be able to achieve the release I ached for, while my own frustration would undoubtedly be only further fueled.

His cock was already stiff by the time his undershorts were removed, and I saw that it was surely the equal of Herr Trotter's. I heard his tight voice say, "Good. Your asshole is already nice and slick from all that dog cum. I'm sorry this won't hurt as much as you'd like, but I'll see what I can do." Before the last word had departed his lips, he guided the tip of his penis to my already-ravaged hole, then pushed it into me with all his might.

I had thought my throat was entirely unable to make any sound, but was instantly proved wrong. As his massive cock was savagely thrust inside me, the pain became almost unbearable and I cried out. That only prompted him to laugh even louder, then withdraw as far as possible before once again impaling me on the full length of his member. Again and again he thrust into me, and again and again I yelled wordlessly with the pain that threatened to make me pass out.

The only thing that saved me was my rapist's lust and arousal. He began to cum less than a minute after entering me, and that brought an end to my ravishment.

It didn't end my time across the table, though. He withdrew his befouled penis and then walked to the front of the table to stand by my head. He said angrily, "Look at the mess you made on my beautiful cock, you dog-fucking bitch! Clean it up! Do it now!"

I was powerless to disobey his order, as I had been with those given by my wife shortly before. As if it had a mind of its own, my mouth dropped open. He quickly guided his still-hard penis into its new home, and the smell and the taste of his cum, mixed with that of the dog's, as well as what had once been inside me, drove me nearly insane with lust. Even when I had sucked Herr Trotter's cock less than an hour before, I had not been so excited, so aroused, so out of my mind. I was so lost in lust that I didn't even know when he gave me his second load, but just mindlessly swallowed it while wishing for more.

At some point that came far too soon, he withdrew from my mouth, and then after ordering me to lick his balls for good measure, he released me from the shackles. Again he bent my arm as far as possible up behind my back, and then forced me to walk to a second table set close to a far wall. I saw that it was much larger than the first had been, and would easily hold my entire body on its top. There were also shackles on the second table, but unlike the first, they were fastened to the corners.

I was thrown heavily onto the tabletop, but this time was ordered to lie on my back. As expected, my ankles and wrists were secured in place. He then took a small plastic vial from his pocket, and I saw that it had several needles inside. As I lay there in unmoving silence, he took out one that was about one inch long, then placed its point against the base of my penis, moving it several times as if trying to get the position exactly correct. At last sure of the placement, he simply pushed against the end until the needle slid through my flesh, stopping only when the head was fully out of sight, unmindful of my screams of agony.

When my torturer was satisfied, he walked to a refrigerator sitting against the wall, then took out a small bottle and syringe before returning to my side. As he filled the syringe, he said only, "This was developed several years ago, during the war, and was extensively tested on prisoners who had tiny little things like yours. I'm so glad your wife gave me permission to use it on you, because I love to watch a man experience its effects. I just wish she could be here to watch what it'll do to you."

With that, he pushed the point of the needle deep inside the shaft of my useless little dick, near the base, and then again at the midpoint. The final third of the liquid was injected deep inside the tiny head, and before the syringe was completely empty, I knew I could not possibly withstand the agony I was feeling.

There is simply no way to describe what I was experiencing, but Herr Nunnemacher's description probably comes closest to the truth. As I attempted to free myself from the restraints, he laughed long and loud, then said, "Many men have said it feels like swarms of bees are eating their little things from the inside out. I hope it feels even worse than that to you." I could barely hear him over the screams of agony that erupted over and over from my throat, but deep inside I knew what he said was the best way to tell you what I felt at that moment.

I must have passed out at some point, for I remember coming awake with the feeling of being drowned. My eyes were stinging and burning, and there was water in my nose, causing me to cough. When I was finally able to focus my eyes on the man, I saw that he was holding his still-mostly-erect cock in one hand, and directing his stream of piss into my face. He continued to laugh, then when his bladder was at last empty, said, "Now I will prepare you for the night as your wife directed me. She has requested that your worthless little sausage be stretched, in the feeble hope that it will somehow grow to normal size. You and I know that's impossible, of course, but I'm here to serve the wishes of our guests, so I have no choice in the matter."

With that, he walked to the wall and began to turn the crank of a small winch. As I looked up with burning eyes, I saw what looked to be a tube of rubber, tied by one end to a rope, slowly descending toward my midsection. I was unable to focus on it, because the horrible agony in my penis was still consuming most of my brain. What I did see, though, was my torturer take the tube and position it around my member, which despite what it was feeling, was harder and more swollen than ever. I saw him squeezing the tube rhythmically, and then from the increasing pressure I felt, knew it had some sort of inflating mechanism that would cause it to grip me tightly.

When he was satisfied with his efforts, Herr Nunnemacher returned to the winch and began to crank the handle in the opposite direction. As my little penis was slowly and inexorably stretched above my body, I arched my back to relieve as much of the strain as I could. That had no effect, however, for as soon as I had raised my body slightly, he would turn the handle again to remove any slack I'd gained. When at last I could strain upwards no more, he gave the handle one final turn and locked it in place, saying, "For your information, this is only a Stage One treatment. If your wife isn't satisfied with the results in the morning, I'll suggest we try Stage Two tomorrow night. I'm sure you'll get through that level quite satisfactorily, but if she wants me to give you Stage Three, I don't know what will happen. I've taken only two other men that far, and the results, while very exciting, were decidedly messy." Again he broke into peals of laughter, then walked towards the door.

As he turned off the light before leaving the room, he said, "I'm going now to join Herr Trotter. We plan to gang fuck your lovely wife all night. It should be a night to remember for everyone, don't you think?" He then left, slamming the door behind him, leaving me in total darkness with my pain-wracked body straining to relieve the stretching of my little dick, and the swarm of bees continuing to consume it from the inside out.