'I am really getting pissed off now. She enjoys my dog fucking her more than she does me,' I thought to myself. A terrible feeling of inadequacy was beginning to creep over me. I felt nothing but hate for Mandi right then. I wanted revenge. I wanted to hurt her. I felt like cutting her throat open right there.

Again, I had to control myself. I had to tell myself that it would be so much more gratifying to take my time. Just as I was deep in thought, trying to control my rage, Billy finally pulled his cock out of her and walked into the kitchen. I could hear him drinking water. I heard him drop down to sleep on the carpet beside the back door.

My eyes then turned to Mandi. She had rolled over onto her side and drawn her knees up to her chest. Her pussy was looking right at me. With each of her heartbeats I could see some of Billy's cum dribbling from her pussy. Her pussy looked like it had been stretched to the limit. It was staring up at me now, wide open and dripping. It even looked as if it was laughing at me. It was telling me how pleased it was. It was telling me that it needed more than I could do, that I could never really satisfy it. It wanted much more than I could ever give it.

'I hate that cunt more than I have ever hated anything before in my life. I will think of some way to make it suffer,' I thought. Never before had I wanted to hurt someone more than I now wanted to hurt her and her cunt. I saw Mandi lift her head and look up into my eyes. My heart started pounding again. I wondered what she would say.

"You have ruined me Bruce. I am an animal fucking whore. I have never experienced pleasure like that in my life. I never knew it was possible. You are truly my Master. I would do anything for you."

At first I was enraged by what she was saying. Then I realized that she was still my slave, and more willing than ever to please me. A smile played across my face as thoughts came to me. 'Perhaps I will be able to use her to enact a fantasy that I have had in mind for a long time. If she is willing I will surely get my revenge on her laughing cunt.'

Mandi crawled up onto the couch beside me. "You smell like a dog," I taunted her disdainfully. "Go take a bath. Then get your ass into my bed."

I must have fallen asleep before she finished with her bath. It was midday before I woke up again. Mandi was lying beside me, still fast asleep. She smelled fresh - like strawberries again.

I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I could hear her stirring about in the bedroom.

When she came into the kitchen she was wearing the most satisfied looking smile on her face I had ever seen anyone wearing. She looked radiant. She was wearing a sheer white silk nightie. It barely covered her breasts or her ass. She appeared more beautiful than ever, if possible. She sat on my lap and smiled as she looked deeply into my eyes.

"Good morning Master," she said. "What can I do to please my Master today?" Her legs were slightly spread. I put my hand on her knee and slowly ran it up her bare leg. I felt my fingers coming to rest on the light fluffy hair surrounding her pussy. Mandi moaned and threw her head back. I forced the lips apart and began to probe her insides, her wetness covering my fingers. Her cunt was again ready for action. I had the feeling that it was laughing at me again. I felt the rage swelling up once more inside of me.

"Ouch! You're hurting me!" she cried out.

I realized that I had my thumb braced on the outside of her pubic bone and three fingers inside of her. I had begun squeezing my fingers together hurting her whore cunt. I felt like ripping it from her body, but I had other plans in reserve for this cunt.

"What surprises do you have in store for me today?" she asked giggling.

"You'll find out. Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough," I answered. I wasn't going to tell her about the plans I had for her tonight. I didn't want to give her a chance to think too much about it.

We went into the living room. Mandi was certainly a nonstop talker. If she wasn't being fucked she was talking. She pulled out her bag. "Do you want to read some of my stories?" she asked coyly. "Or would you enjoy it more if I read them aloud to you?"

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead," I said smiling disarmingly. She told me that she had already posted three stories to the Internet and that she had four more that she was working on.

'What a sick fuck she is,' I thought to myself. One of the stories was about two sisters, a brother, and their two-year-old girl. I myself draw the line at kiddie-porn. If the bitch isn't at least ten years old she ain't ripe enough to be butchered in my book.

I almost blew it as she told me about what she had been writing. She wasn't willing to allow me to say anything against it. I decided to shut my mouth on the subject. After all, she would never finish the fucking story anyway.

She went on and on about all the new friends she had met because of the Internet. I realized that these friends were just a bunch of freaks like her. I would soon be doing the world a great favor.

"If you don't read anything else you should read the story written by Heather," she said smiling.

I didn't tell her that I had started to read that girl's story already. Before I knew it she had talked the afternoon away. It was early evening. She had drunk several glasses of red wine and was feeling very frisky by now. I felt it was time to tell her about my plan. Well, at least part of it.

"Will you do anything I ask of you?" I said solemnly to her.

"Yes Master. I'll do anything you ask," she answered.

"I want you to prove your worthiness to me tonight," I said seemingly out of the blue.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"I want you to do something that you might think is humiliating. Or even degrading," I answered.

"After I fucked your dog? What could possibly be more humiliating?" she asked incredulously, and then laughed loudly at that thought.

"I have some so-called friends who like to play practical jokes on me. I would love to get back at them. Up until now I haven't been too sure how to go about it. I've had a tentative plan for some time, but I never thought I would be able to pull it off without someone's help."

Mandi was very interested. "What is it? What is it? What do you want to do? What do you want me to do?" she entreated, begging me to tell her my artful plans.

"They hang out together at a local bar every Saturday night. About two hundred yards behind the bar is an old fire shed. It is primarily used for storing old equipment by the volunteer fire department. It's never kept locked.

The building has only two doors, one at either end of it. I thought it would be a wonderful joke to lure them into the building and then somehow block off both doors so that they couldn't get out. Now, if they knew it was me that was doing it they would know it was just a joke and just wait for me to open the doors, but if someone they didn't know lured them into that building and then locked the doors on them while they were inside I'm sure they would think that they were being left to die in there. It is very well insulated so no one could hear them calling out for help. It doesn't even have any windows."

"You want me to be the one to lure them into the building, don't you?" she asked as if honored to be chosen. "How do I get them into it?"

I took her by her small hand and led her into the bedroom. I stood her in front of the full-length mirror. "With this," I said. "With the most fuckable body they have ever seen. No one could resist you, and especially not tonight!"

"Oh God! Oh God! How?" she asked, a little fearfully for the first time.

"It's simple," I said. "You will look more alluring and desirable than you have ever appeared before."

"You want me to look like a_ _ ___ ____..."

I cut her off. "A Slut! Yes, a sleazy slut. A beautiful sexy slut that is ready for any kind of action," I said staring meaningfully into her eyes. "Will you do this for me? Will you obey my commands?"

"Yes, Master," she said simply. "I'll do anything you want. Tell me what to do. I trust you with my life."

"We will park the truck behind the fire shed, just outside the far door. I will enter the bar first. I don't want anyone to realize that we are together. You will come into the bar after me. Then I will secretly point out my friends to you. You will use your charms to lure them outside and into the old building. You will run through the front door and then escape quietly out the back door, where I will be waiting for you in the truck. I will block the door once you come out of it. You will wait for me in the truck while I then go around and block the front door. And then we will come back here and fuck till the dawn," I said smiling at her.

"How do I get them to follow me into the building?" she asked naively trusting me. She was going along with my plan more easily than I had ever imagined she would! However, I didn't want her to see my excitement.

"Flirt with them. Sit with them. Drink with them. Let them touch you. Dance with them. In other words, make them think that what you want is to fuck all of them," I answered.

"How many men are there?" she asked eyes wide, and rather startled.

"There are usually four or five of them together at the bar," I answered.

"Oh. Good. I thought there might be a lot more," she said a relieved tone apparent in her voice. I waited on the couch for Mandi to shower and prepare herself for that evening's role. I had told her that I wanted to a preview of what she would look like. When she finally walked out into the living room, I could feel the heat swelling up in my groin. She had let her hair down and combed it across her face. She was wearing her same short black skirt, but now she had it hiked up even further. The hem was now about six inches above her knees revealing a beautiful pair of shapely legs. She was wearing her white see-through blouse. She wore no bra and her dark nipples were clearly showing. I summoned her to me. Like a good slave she stood motionless before me.

I undid two more buttons on her blouse till it was open almost to her waist.

"Are you sure?" she asked nervously.

"Trust me. You do trust me don't you?" I asked looking into her uncertain face.

"Yes Master. I trust you with my life," she answered.

I smiled reassuringly at her as I ran my hands up her smooth naked legs until they came to rest at the waistband of her panties. I hooked my fingers underneath the taut waistband and pulled them down to her knees. "You won't be needing these tonight," I said smiling. Mandi lifted her feet one at a time as she slipped out of her panties.

When we arrived at the fire shed I parked the truck behind it. I leaned over and kissed her. At the same time I slid my fingers up under her skirt. Her cunt was soaking already. The bitch was on fire.

"You are really looking forward to this aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes Master. I am very excited. I thought that I would be scared to death, but I'm not. I know that you will be looking after me," she answered.

"I'm going to look after you all right," I thought smiling to myself. To her I said "Wait five minutes and then come on into the bar. I will point out my friends to you then. After that it's all up to you. I will be watching; waiting patiently in the truck. Take your time. Make sure that they are really horny and hot for you before you leave," I cautioned her.

As I entered the bar I was pleased to see that it was packed full of guys. I had only patronized this bar once before. Most of the patrons were natives from a local reserve. As I looked around the bar I was pleased that there was no one present I recognized. I quickly scanned the different groups of men sitting around the tables. I didn't see any women at all in the bar. Just a bunch of very drunk Indians. There was a table at the back that had six young bucks sitting around it. I had just decided that they would be the lucky ones when I saw Mandi walk into the bar. For a moment I wondered if she would go through with the plan, but then I saw her remove her coat. All eyes were on her as she sat down.

"I'll have a glass of red wine," I heard her telling the bartender. When our eyes met I discreetly pointed at the six men still sitting at the back of the bar. Mandi gave me a quick knowing smile. She rose languidly from her chair and walked seductively to the jukebox. She bent forward peering intently into the index of the jukebox. She kept bending further and further forward until she heard one of the young bucks drop his beer on the floor. That must have been her signal that they could finally see that she had no panties on. I could hear them talking rapidly among themselves. They were becoming very excited. I honestly hadn't thought she had it in her to flash her pussy at them so quickly.

She danced over beside the men asking them if someone could spare a quarter for the jukebox. They all jumped up and offered her the money. She was dancing beside the blaring jukebox when one of the young bucks asked if he could dance with her. They danced very slowly in front of all the other men. He started kissing her and his hands disappeared under her skirt. Mandi sure didn't push his hands away. Everyone could tell that his fingers were right on her cunt. The crowd was going wild. They all wanted a piece of her. I knew that it wasn't going to be long before these men were completely out of control. I decided it was time to leave and prepare for the upcoming show.

I walked down to the old building and went in through the front door. The building was cold, damp, and dark inside. I strolled through to the back door and pushed it open easily. My truck was waiting there for me.

I took two large pieces of lumber from the truck bed and placed them against the door. I pulled on the door, testing it, trying to open it. It wouldn't budge an inch. I got back into my truck. I drove around the building and up the hill parking on the other side of the street, right across from the bar. I killed the shining headlights. I had to wait only twenty minutes or so before I spotted Mandi suddenly bolting out of the bar. She must have let things get a little out of control in there.

She was running towards the old building with no shoes on her feet. She had left her coat in the bar as well. Her blouse was now gaping wide open. Her naked breasts were bouncing wildly as she ran. She had only a few seconds head start before the next person ran out of the bar. It was the same young buck I had last seen her dancing with. As I watched her running for the building I could see a steady stream of men pouring out of the bar behind her. She yanked the front door open and ran into the darkened building. The door slammed loudly behind her.

I counted the number of men that were following her. "Fifteen! Fifteen! Holy Fuck, there were fifteen guys now chasing her," I thought to myself. Three of them had already entered the building. I tried to imagine what was happening inside the buildind now. Mandi must have reached the back door by now only to find it jammed shut. She would probably be turning around to see the men closing in on her. She would be screaming for me to help her. She would be begging the men to let her go. I watched as the last man entered the building. And then everything went silent.

As I looked out over the moonlight night everything seemed so peaceful. How could anyone imagine what was happening inside that old deserted building? How could anyone possibly know there were fifteen drunken Indians and my lovely Mandi inside that building. After almost half an hour spent staring at the dark silent building I was beginning to wonder what was happening inside it. There hadn't been a single sign of life from it. Just as I was about to get out of my truck and venture down I saw the front door opening. Two of the older men were coming out. They lit their cigarettes and started talking and laughing together as they walked up the trail towards the bar.

"I guess those two older guys have had just about all they can take," I thought chuckling to myself. The men opened the door of one of the trucks parked in front of the bar. They began to take out armloads of bottles. Then they turned away and started walking back to the old building. As they walked past me I could see they were each carrying bottles of whiskey. They strode through the old door with their many bottles clutched to their chests.

I had suffered enough. I opened my glove box and pulled out a box of Kleenex. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my swollen intensely throbbing cock. I wrapped several sheets of Kleenex around its head and slowly began stroking it. I was trying to imagine what must be happening to Mandi right now. The thought of fifteen drunken Indians ravishing her body was more than I could take. I was filling the Kleenex with my cum within seconds, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn't stop myself. I rolled down my window to get some fresh air. My heart was pounding like a hammer. I threw the Kleenex out of the window. I watched as steam lifted from it in the cold air. I kept looking at my watch checking to see how long it had been since they first entered the building. Mandi had been in that building for over an hour. I wondered what her cunt must feel like now. I wondered if it was still laughing. For that matter I wondered if she was still alive. I hoped she was, I didn't want it to end too quickly. I assumed that she was still alive. Fifteen drunken Indians couldn't be in there with a dead body. She was still alive and she was getting exactly what she deserved. I saw five guys come out of the building. They were laughing and making obscene gestures at each other. Two of the men left the group. They went to their trucks and drove away. The other three went back into the building again.

"Now there are only thirteen guys left for poor Mandi to party with," I chuckled rudely to myself. For the next few hours I saw several men come and go from the building. Take a piss, have a smoke and return to the building. It had been almost four hours now; it was 3:00 AM. The door opened once more and a bunch of guys began to pile out. I counted twelve of them that walked up the hill to their cars and leave. Had I counted wrong initially? Had there been only fourteen guys with her all along? Or was there still someone inside with her? I waited almost another half hour before I finally decided to go down and look for myself. Just as I stepped out of the truck I saw the door opening. The young buck that she had originally been dancing with was the one who came out. As he was passing by he looked up and saw me standing beside my truck.

"Are you going back in there for some more cunt?" he asked thinking that I was one of his drunken friends. "There isn't much left of her now," he said to me gloating as he held up a large clump of hair in one hand and waved a hunting knife in the other.

"Sorry brother. I didn't know anyone wanted more of her."

Holy fuck! He had scalped her. Fuck, this was just too good to be true! I couldn't wait to see what was left of her. My imagination was running wild as I walked up to the door. Was she dismembered? Did they slit open her guts? I couldn't wait to see the mess. When I went inside the first thing that hit me was the stink. I couldn't believe how bad it smelled in there. What really amazed me was how warm it was in there now.

I found Mandi all spread out lying silently on a pile of firefighters' jackets. I trained the beam of my flashlight on her. I couldn't believe the amount of cum she was wearing all over her body. She was spread wide open. It looked like she was dead. Then I could see that her chest was still moving. She was still alive. The funny part was that she didn't really look all that bad. Just filthy, and covered in cum.

"I guess Indians have different ideas about raping a cunt than we white guys do. "If it had been fifteen white guys with her there wouldn't be anything left of her," I thought laughing quietly to myself. I was kind of pleased that she wasn't dead. It meant that I would be able to continue with the games. I looked her over as closely as I could. She didn't seem to have any cuts. She still had all her teeth. Her hair had been cut off, but her scalp hadn't been touched. I picked her up into my arms. She was a slimy stinky mess. I carried her over to my truck. I wasn't going to let that cum soaked bitch ride up front in the cab with me. I threw her over the side into the truck bed.

It was only half an hour ride to my home. She had enough cum on her to keep her warm till we got there. When we got home I looked into the truck bed. She still wasn't moving. I decided to leave her there until I got the table in the barn all prepared for her. When I came back I saw that Billy had jumped into the bed with her. He was licking the cum from her cunt.

"Get the fuck away from her. You will make yourself sick," I yelled at him. I picked Mandi up and carried her over to the barn. I stood her at the edge of the table and pushed her over backwards onto it. I spread her arms out over her head and strapped them to the far corners of the table. I spread her legs wide apart and secured her ankles to the opposite sides of the table. Her cunt was being pushed out and up by the edge of the table. I turned the hose on her and began to hose her body off. I could see that her body was covered with bruises. Her cunt was swollen and bright red. It looked so pathetic. And it wasn't laughing anymore.