****** Buck by J'ai Besoin ******
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Buck


ONE

McCravy found the pup half-starved on the edge of the lane as he walked home
from work. It was twilight and he'd have missed the little cur had he not been
whimpering in the cold. McCravy's first thought had been to break the thing's
neck and put it out of its misery. But fate intervened, and instead of killing
the dog, he picked it up and carried it home under his arm.

McCravy live alone. He preferred it that way. He didn't much like people and
people seemed to not much like him. He was a big man, hard from years of manual
labor. But it was not just his body that was hard. His eyes were hard,
piercing. Most people would not look him in the eye. His heart was hard, too.

McCravy was the middle of seven children and the only boy. Only five of the
children had survived to adulthood. His parents had both been drunks and
abusive. He had seen his father kill two of his sisters at different times in
drunken rages when they had not pleased him sexually. The story given to any
who cared to ask was that the girls had fallen out of the hay loft in the barn.
Nobody cared to do more than ask. There wasn't even a proper funeral. He had
dug the graves in the meadow behind the barn, wrapped them in old sheets, and
buried them by himself. He had learned not to cry, so no tears were shed. His
mother's only response was that his sisters should have known better.

His father had taken every opportunity to beat him as he grew up. McCravy hated
his father. But what he felt for his mother was so far beyond hate that it
could not be described. While the old man sexually used his sisters, his
mother's use of him was sadistic. She took out every bad feeling she had
against anyone on McCravy. At times she would take him out into the barn and
torture him in unspeakable ways. The pain and humiliation left wounds, physical
and emotional, that had never really healed. He had physical scars, but the
emotional wounds were still open and bloody.

When McCravy was fifteen, his father dragged his nine year old baby sister
screaming and pleading into the wood shed to punish some imagined
transgression. McCravy knew what would happen to her and he tried to stop the
old man. His father beat him savagely, breaking his nose and jaw and laying in
the yard seemingly dead.

But McCravy wasn't dead. Fueled by his unimaginable hate and a commitment to
himself that he would not let this happen to his baby sister, he staggered to
the woodshed. He was too late. It had already started. But it ended the second
the double-bitted axe split the old man's skull.

Neither he nor his sister said anything to anyone. When the old man did not
appear for supper, an unheard of occurrence, McCravy's mother went in search of
him. She found him where he had been felled and began cursing and screaming
McCravy's name. She had grabbed the bloodied axe and stormed across the yard
and into the kitchen to get her revenge. McCravy knew what she would do to him.
And he knew what he would do to her.

The hot grease from the skillet on the old wood-burning stove hit her square in
the face as she charged through the door. She screamed a blood-curdling scream
and then was silent as the heavy cast iron skillet crushed her skull with a
dull thud. McCravy returned the skillet to the stove, went to the room he
shared with two of his sisters, threw everything he owned into a pillowcase and
left without a word.

Thirty years later, the rage still burned bright in McCravy as he bedded the
pup down in a corner of his small kitchen. He saw something in that pup that
sparked his imagination and gave him a tingly feeling he had not had in years.

TWO

McCravy called the dog Buck. By the time Buck was six months old he weighed
fifty ponds. At a year he was over a hundred pounds. A Vet had told McCravy
that he thought the mixed-breed dog was part mastiff. Regardless, Buck was a
huge dog and McCravy saw in him the revenge he wanted to wreak on all women.

McCravy trained the dog every night after work. But there was only so much he
could do alone. He needed the "assistance" of a woman.

Mollie Malone was an over-the-hill hooker. Times were bad, the trade was
decidedly off from her younger days. So, she readily agreed to McCravy's offer
to come entertain his friend Buck.

Little was said when they arrived at McCravy's cottage. She stripped without
prompting, looking around for McCravy's friend. She giggled nervously when
McCravy produced a small, low ottoman and told her to lay face down across it.
She protested, albeit weakly, when he tied her, arm and leg, to the ottoman.

"Your friend likes it a little kinky, does he?" she'd asked. McCravy only
smiled.

When McCravy was finished tying her to the ottoman, he stood back and surveyed
his work and the woman: broad, fleshy hips; heavy thighs; her cunt prominent
from the rear; large, sagging breasts mashed flat against the top of the
ottoman. He nodded his approval and stepped to the kitchen door. He snapped his
fingers and Buck appeared instantly by his side.

"I'd like for you to meet my friend, Buck," he stated matter-of-factly.

It took a moment for the realization to dawn on Mollie Malone. When it did she
began to scream. McCravy was prepared with a gag, which he applied quickly.
Mollie continued screaming through the cloth.

McCravy led Buck around behind the struggling woman. He needed almost no
further prompting. He applied his broad muzzle to the space between Mollie's
thighs, sniffed, and began to lick. He took broad swipes with is massive
tongue. He wormed his tongue between the folds of sensitive flesh. He licked
her from stem to stern. He seemed to particularly enjoy the rosebud of her
anus. Mollie stopped screaming.

Buck licked in earnest. Mollie began to groan. McCravy watched. It seemed to
him that Mollie was greatly enjoying the attentions of his friend. He knelt
down beside her and quickly untied the cords that held her legs to the padded
stool. Mollie responded instantly to her greater degree of freedom and spread
her legs as far apart as she could. McCravy smiled. Buck took full advantage of
the improved access.

As part of Buck's training, McCravy had masturbated the dog with is olive oil-
coated hands. He used olive oil because Buck seemed to especially enjoy licking
himself when his penis was coated with it. McCravy had wondered if that had
been a mistake, if, in time Buck would learn to get himself off and would
become less interested in women. So, the sight of Buck's erect penis was not
new to McCravy by any means. But it never failed to awe him: at least eight
inches long in front of the knot, chisel-tipped, nearly five inches in
circumference. Awesome was the word.

McCravy saw the red tip peek out from its sheath. He reached under and stroked
the furry covering in the way he knew would quickly produce an erection.
Judging the time to be right, McCravy called to dog to mount Mollie Malone.

"Up!" he ordered. Buck responded immediately. "Good boy".

When she felt the beast climb onto her back, Mollie's eyes grew wide. Half-
delirious from the tonguing she had received, it took her a moment to realize
what was about to happen. When she did realize, she kicked out with a now
unfettered foot. Buck growled low in his throat. The menace in that growl was
unmistakable and impossible to resist. Mollie believed that she would be
savagely attacked by the dog and probably killed if she resisted.

McCravy had considered many forms of coercion in his planning. He had not
considered the possibility that Buck would do his own coercing. This was a
plus.

Buck grasped the woman with his forelegs and began hunching his back as he
tried to insert his penis in Mollie's lavishly licked cunt. Unsuccessful at
first, he humped harder and faster. Finally, he found the mark. His hips worked
like a high-speed piston as he rammed his penis in and out of Mollie's pussy.
McCravy noticed Mollie willingly pushing back into the assaulting tool. He
heard her moaning in pleasure through her gag.

McCravy dropped to his hands and knees next to the copulating couple. The knot
that formed in Buck's penis as he approached climax fascinated him. He had seen
it many times and knew its purpose, but now he wanted to see it in actual use.

The knot began to form. Buck pushed into Mollie even harder, bringing the knot,
nearly the size of a tennis ball, hard up against her pussy lips. His hips
pushed and shoved, and with a final surge he forced the swollen flesh into her.

Mollie raised her head and howled. She was already bathed in sweat, but even
more sweat broke out on her face. The pain was at first excruciating. But then
it bled over into a kind of pleasure she had never known before. Mollie
fainted.

Buck soon stopped moving. In a minute, he climbed down off of Mollie's back,
stepping over her with his right hind leg. Still tied together, the "lovers"
stood ass-to-ass. After nearly a half an hour, the knot subsided to the point
that Buck could pull out of Mollie. McCravy heard the soft sucking pop sound
when the dwindling knot slipped out.

The dog walked to his place in the corner, lay down, and began cleaning
himself. Unconscious and still bound, Mollie remained draped across the stool.

McCravy's plan was simple: he, or more accurately Buck would make every use of
the woman he could over the course of several days, then he would kill her. She
enjoyed the licking and the fucking, she told him. She was as eager as the dog
for that.

She didn't like being bound to the ottoman where McCravy kept her for three
days. He fed her sparingly. She relieved herself right there bent over the
stool and McCravy would clean up the mess. McCravy had not set a specific
length of time that he would keep the woman. He knew that no one would miss her
and he had taken time off from work so that his absence would not cause notice
to be taken.

Over the course of three days, Buck's training continued. At McCravy's command,
he would "do his duty", first orally and then by mounting poor Mollie Malone
and fucking her silly. He "tied" with her every time.

In the middle of the night on the third day of Buck's training, Mollie's loud
moaning awakened McCravy. Upon investigation, he found that Buck had taken the
initiative, so to speak, and had mated Mollie without direction from him.
McCravy smiled to himself and got dressed. This phase of Buck's training was
completed.

The grave had been prepared for two days. He dumped her into it, trussed up in
a large burlap bag. It was strangely satisfying to him watching the bag squirm
as he shoveled the hole full of dirt.

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