“I might hurt you; I want you, want to fuck you”, he went on. Trying to fight him off I buckled under him, but I had lost control of my right arm. Indian Sex The coppery taste of fresh blood, my blood, made me nearly gag. More pain. Missing the time outside with the dogs and with next to nothing to do at all – apart from being fucked by my owner and his dogs – the nightmares had returned. “Oh, hurry up”, I murmured as I ran a hand across my crotch. He moaned, pulled me in a tight embrace. I moaned in pain, he growled with pleasure. The coppery taste of fresh blood, my blood, made me nearly gag. He stepped back, opened the door and went down. His cock was hard – and I wanted it. Blood flowed freely down my arm, pooled around my hand. I could deal with pain. His fingernails dug into my shoulders. The room was bare apart from some blankets in a corner. I was more than scared, close to panic. Why was he acting like this, warning me?
