THE HUSTLERS

Episode 18:The experience

Jane turned her head to the side, tears streaming down her face. The pain was sharp and constant. Her body shook with each hard thrust. The dog showed no sign of slowing down. It licked her n*****s again, the wet tongue dragging over the sensitive skin while it continued to pound into her.

She cried out softly with every deep push. Her hands clutched the sheets harder. The bright lights made everything feel exposed and endless. The dog kept going, licking and f*****g her without mercy. The pain mixed with the strange, overwhelming sensations until Jane felt like she was floating outside her own body, wishing it would end.

The session continued for what felt like a very long time. The dog did not stop. Jane stayed on the bed, in pain, tears falling, while the cameras recorded every moment for the investors and the Dog

(Jane’s POV)

The door closed behind Madam Cynthia with a soft click. I was alone.

I remembered what one of the guards had whispered earlier — they had injected the dog with a drug. A special injection that would make him last for two full hours without stopping. My stomach turned cold with fear. Two hours.

I climbed onto the big bed and lay on my back. The bright studio lights were hot on my skin. The CCTV cameras stared down at me from every corner of the room. I knew Madam Cynthia and the men were outside right now, sitting comfortably, watching everything on the screens. I could almost hear them laughing and drinking, making jokes about whether I would make it out alive to even collect the money.

The big black dog jumped onto the bed. Its heavy body made the mattress sink. Its rough tongue licked my stomach first, then moved up to my breasts. It licked my n*****s again and again, the wet, scratchy tongue making them sore and hard. I gasped and tried to turn away, but the dog was too strong.

Then it mounted me.

The pain hit me like fire. I cried out as the dog pushed inside me. It was big, thick, and forceful. My body felt like it was being torn apart. The dog started thrusting hard and fast. Each thrust slammed deep into me, knocking the air from my lungs. I gripped the sheets tightly, tears running down my face.

“Stop… please…” I whispered, but the dog didn’t understand. It just kept f*****g me, harder and faster. The pain was sharp and constant. My hips hurt. My insides burned with every deep push.

The dog licked me the whole time — licking my neck, my shoulders, and my n*****s again. The rough tongue dragged over my sensitive skin while it continued to pound into me. I sobbed louder, my body shaking with every thrust.

Minutes passed. Then more minutes. The drug kept the dog going without slowing down. It felt like forever. My tears wouldn’t stop. I was in so much pain I could barely think.

The dog suddenly pulled out and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. It turned me upside down, pushing my face into the mattress and lifting my hips. Before I could react, it pushed into my anus. The pain was even worse — sharp, tearing, burning. I screamed into the sheets. The dog started thrusting again, even harder than before. Each movement felt like it was ripping me apart.

I cried and cried, my voice hoarse. The cameras kept recording everything. I knew Madam Cynthia and the men were outside, laughing and drinking while they watched me suffer.

The dog f****d me for what felt like hours. My body went numb in some places and burned in others. I couldn’t breathe properly. My vision started to blur.

Finally, the pain became too much. Everything went dark.

I passed out.

When I woke up, I was still on the bed. The dog was still on top of me, still thrusting. It had continued f*****g me even while I was unconscious. My body felt broken and sore. I had no idea how much time had passed — maybe an hour since I fainted. The dog showed no sign of stopping. Its hips kept moving, hard and steady, driven by the drug.

I lay there weakly, tears still falling from my eyes, too tired and hurt to fight or even cry out anymore. The bright lights still burned down on me. The cameras still watched. Outside the room, I knew they were still laughing and drinking, waiting to see if I would survive.

The dog kept f*****g me.