extreme beastiality

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In the Paws of the Enemy

by Kashra

Corin ran through the underbrush. The sharp thorns ripped through his
thick camouflaged pants, drawing blood every so often. Corin didn't notice,
the Sheps were after him. He didn't have time to think about small things
like that. He had dropped everything back at camp, except for a small

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pistol.

He had thought about taking one of the larger weapons, but they were
too bulky to help his fast get-away. It didn't matter now. The Sheps were
still looting his campsite right now, he was sure of it. All his friends
were dead, they made sure of that. Corin didn't know why he wasn't killed.
Why was his tent the one they didn't check? Why did he have to be the one
that got away?

Corin slowed down a bit. He needed to rest a bit. The Sheps probably
weren't chasing him. They would've caught him by now. He came to a stop
nearby a large tree, and sat down to think. They had come during the night.
He couldn't have done anything! Not a single shot was fired. He had woken up
this morning to the sounds of the Sheps. From what it sounded like, they
were systematically going through the tents, and gathering up their
occupants.

Corin had found enough time to sneak out of his tent before they
searched it. As he ran away, he heard the screams of his companions dying at
the hands of the enemy.

"Fuck! They'll pay for that!" Corin whispered under his breath. He was
trained not to let his emotions give him away in this situation. A drop of
sweat dripped into his eye. "Fuck again." He wiped it out with the back of
his paw.

Suddenly, he heard a noise. The snap of a twig, he thought. The thought
hit him like a brick. If there were Sheps taking over his camp, there must
be more where they came from! He got into a crouching position slowly, not
making a sound. Where could he be?

Corin saw him. It was evident that this bastard was just a scout. He
wasn't taking many precautions to conceal himself. The canine ears were
alert, listening for sounds, and he had a rifle strapped to his back. Corin
knew he was no match for him.

He crawled forward, knowing that a Shep's ears could pick up even the
faintest noises. His own canine body strained to keep his balance as he
moved forward on all fours. The scout couldn't have been more than 16 years
old. Only a Shep would sign a juvenile like him up for war, Corin thought.

The scout looked right at Corin, and he was sure he was caught, but his
black and brown Rottweiler fur concealed him among the dark greenery. Corin
continued to crawl forward, until he came right next to the scout. Amazing
he still wasn't detected yet.

In one quick motion, Corin leapt upwards and tackled the boy to the

ground. "Well fucker? Huh? How does it feel?" He punched the boy in the
groin, causing the poor scout to curl up on the ground. "How…" another
punch to his head, "DOES…" a kick, "IT…" another kick, "FEEL?" The boy
was a crying heap on the ground. Corin took the rifle from him. "Fucking
Sheps will never learn."

The scout's clothing was almost freshly ironed, looking very nice in
comparison to the shreds that Corin was wearing. Sizing up the boy, he
thought that they should be his size as well. In a few seconds, the boy was
laying naked on the floor, and Corin was in a new uniform, that of the
enemy. Even in the heat of his anger, Corin couldn't help but admire the
body of this German Shepherd.

"Please…" the boy sniffled, "I'm…I'm…" he stuttered.

"Shut the fuck up!" Corin pinned the boy, who was already on the ground
to begin with. "You idiots really thought you could outwit me? Well, you
really screwed that one up!" Corin felt something against his leg as he
pinned the boy.

"WHAT?!? You're getting horny off of this?" Corin stared at the
erection that had grown out of the boys sheath. He held the pistol up, and
pointed it between the scout's eyes. "Do you think I'm some gay fuck? You
really think so?"

"I'm sorry…um…I can't help it. No, sir, I don't think you're gay.
I'm not–"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it. You people killed all of my friends!
ALL OF THEM!" He placed the guns barrel so that the scout could feel the
cold metal against his forehead.

"NO! Please…" the Shep pleaded, "I'll do anything. Please oh please
don't [CENSOR] me!" He resumed his former state of sniveling and crying.

"Why shouldn't I? You signed up for war! Did you think it was going to
be all fun and games?"

"No, no!" he sobbed, "I was drafted. I didn't want to be here. I just
want to be home now. Please don't [CENSOR] me, I never did anything…"

Corin felt a slight pang of sympathy for the thing. He didn't deserve
to be here, to see this. "I'm not like you bastards. I won't [CENSOR] you."
Corin got up, and quickly retrieved some strong, thick vines. "But I won't
let you help them anymore." He picked the boy up, and slammed him against a
tree. The erection was still there. Corin had to admit, it was a good sized
one for his age.

"Fuck, what am I thinking?" Corin found he had been staring at it. He
lifted the boy up about one foot from the ground, and bound his arms and
legs around the tree. When he was satisfied that the knots would hold, he
found another fine. He wrapped this one around the scout's muzzle,
effectively holding it shut. "There, that should do it."

With that, he started to walk away. Thinking of another idea, he turned
back and said, "Oh yes, and when your bastard brothers find you, tell them
Corin left you like that." The Shep only nodded, as that was all he could
do, being bound in such a position.

For the next few hours, Corin hiked on. He didn't know which direction
he was going in, he didn't care either. The navigator in his group had been

killed, so he could only hope to find a way to safe ground. It wasn't long
until he started to feel the effects of fatigue.

"STOP, Rottweiler scum!" The shout came from behind him. A very tired
Corin stopped in his tracks. "Stay where you are. I have a weapon."

"I know. Shut up, will you. I have a headache."

"I'll have your head for that." Corin felt the barrel of a rifle
pressed up against his back. He turned around slowly, with his hands up. His
weapons were stripped from him. "What are you doing out here?"

"Admiring the scenery, officer." Corin did his best imitation of a
woman, and got in a comical feminine pose. The Shep jabbed Corin in the
stomach with the barrel of his gun.

"Don't play jokes with me, scum!" Corin just laughed, and when he saw
the gun's barrel go down, just for a split second, he acted. His training
had taught him many things, and one of them was how to disarm an enemy. A
few seconds later, the gun was lying on the ground with the rest of his
weapons. A hard boot came up and kicked the Shep in his own stomach.

"Ok, officer, no more jokes." Corin kept the feminine voice, and
laughed again as he kneed the Shep in the head, knocking him unconscious.
Without giving it much thought, he picked up his trusty pistol and shot it
right into the "officer's" head.

"That should take care of him." He picked up his weapons and continued
on his hike to nowhere. Half an hour passed, and another encounter took
place. This time, though, there were five of them, and only one of him.

"Did you really think we wouldn't notice you killing off one of our
companions?" One of the enemy said as they bound his hands and feet.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you killing off all of my
companions?" Corin spat back.

"I think that's about enough out of you." Another remarked, and the
last thing he remembered is the butt end of a rifle crashing against his
skull.

***

When Corin came to, he was in a cell. The surface he was laying on was
cold metal, and very uncomfortable. There was a Shepherd guard posted inside
his cell. Looking at the guard's full uniform, he noticed he was wearing
nothing but his tags. Grabbing them for reassurance that this was really
happening, he sat up.

"Well, I guess Death-incarnate has decided to come out of his beauty
sleep." The guard remarked. Corin recognized his nickname. He must have
gotten it from his tags.

"Where am I?"

"What does it look like?" The guard got up and hollered outside. The
language was different than what Corin spoke, but he knew it was normal for

the guard. "You'll be taken from here to be…inspected…by the
administrator of this building."

With that, he dragged Corin to his feet. "We recognize and respect the
personal value which your tags represent to you, and therefore they have not
been confiscated."

This was a side of the race which Corin had never seen before. Yes,
they did mean a lot to him. He clutched the military tags even tighter.
"Thanks."

Another two Shepherds marched in, and they escorted him outside of his
cell. He was marched down a long corridor, and then up a flight of stairs.
Another corridor, another flight of stairs, and finally a door. Corin was
amazed that he wasn't restrained at all during this march. But he realized
that, if he was to run, he would easily have been caught by these two
muscular guards, one on either side of him. The corridors weren't big enough
to fit two men side by side.

One guard knocked on the door, "Prisoner 31569 reporting for
inspection."

A gruff voice from the other side of the door replied, "31569, prisoner
may enter. Do not accompany." The door opened from the inside, and the two
guards stood back. Corin, seeing his queue, stepped inside the room.

Before he had a chance to take in the scenery, two guards on either
side of him restrained him and bound his hands together. They forced him
onto his knees and one forced his head to bow down. All he saw now was red
carpet. He could see to either side of him that the guards were not wearing
any clothing either.

"Prisoner 31569? Is that you?" A feminine voice came from directly in
front of Corin. He wasn't allowed to lift his gaze up to the speaker, but
only answered in the positive.

"A Rottweiler, and a fine one at that." He heard the voice comment.
"You may prove to be an interesting addition to our group."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I think you'll find that out soon enough. So, puppy, how long–"

"PUPPY?" Corin yelled. "I'm NOT a puppy!"

"You are a puppy if I say you are. Let him see me." On command, the
guards lifted his head up. He saw a naked German Shepherd standing in front
of him. Her full breasts drew his attention quickly, and his eyes widened at
her beauty.

"So, puppy, how long have you served your nation?"

Corin snapped out of his awe at the repeated use of 'puppy.' "I said
I'm not a puppy, bitch!" At this the guards growled menacingly, but she held
up her hand and it was silent again.

"A bitch am I? Well, my little puppy," she emphasized the word this
time, walking closer to Corin, "we'll see who's the bitch soon enough."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"What language, coming from such a well-bred puppy as you!" By this
time, she was very close to Corin. A paw lifted his muzzle upwards to meet
her gaze. "You'll just have to learn some manners! Guards, let's teach him a
little humility, shall we?"

That was all that they needed. She backed off and sat on a couch to
watch the fun. Corin's hands were unbound, and he was pushed onto all fours.
He felt something press against his ass. "You can't do this to me! I'm not
fucking gay! Bitch! Did you hear me? You can't do this!" he screamed, to no
avail.

There were four guards in all, and they surrounded him. Two were on
either side of him, holding him in place. One had moved in front of him, and
kneeled down. The last one was, of course, behind him.

"Oh, puppy wants to play?" The one in front of him taunted. Corin
growled in answer. The guard massaged his sheath, allowing Corin to watch
his maleness grow. "Puppy knows he's not supposed to bite, right?" Corin
knew what was coming, and bared his teeth. The guard raked a claw across
Corin's muzzle, causing great pain. "Puppy knows, right?" Corin bowed his
head in agreement. He would be sure to bite later.

The guard pressed the tip of his penis to Corin's mouth. "Go ahead,
puppy." Corin growled again, only to get another rake across his face.
Having no other option, he took the length into his mouth. The guard patted
him on the head, "Good dog."

As the guard began to move in and out of his muzzle, Corin felt the dog
behind him become more insistent. He could only take so much humiliation. He
already had a full Shepherd cock buried in his maw, this one wouldn't get in
the other end, not if he could help it. Corin spat out the shaft that was in
his muzzle, "Fuck you, you twisted bastard!"

"Ok puppy, that's enough out of you." the guard shoved his cock back
down Corin's throat. "Now be a good boy and suck!" Corin knew he wouldn't
live another day if he bit down…so he followed directions.

The dog behind him forced his way up his ass. He couldn't hold him off
anymore. The guard behind him reached over his back and grabbed his sheath.
Corin noticed then, that he was actually getting excited by all of this. His
length was exposed, waiting for the guard to play with it. "Ah, puppy likes
this game, doesn't he?"

Corin's instincts began to take over when he felt the hand grab his
dick. He began to hump it vigorously. The guards fucked him in unison to his
motions. They continually encouraged him with statements like "There's a
good boy" and such. He didn't mind them being condescending, right now, he
just wanted to shoot his load.

The guard behind him began to fuck him harder. He slammed his hips into
him, and Corin felt the hot cum fill his insides. The hand stopped massaging
his penis, and he removed his shaft form Corin. The other guard was still
fucking his mouth, and so he kept sucking.

Corin found that the guard behind him was soon replaced by another one
who used him in the same manner. He was actually glad it did, because now
another hand massaged his aching cock. Now it was the turn of the guard in
front of him to cum. He came hard into Corin's throat. Without any other
choice, Corin swallowed as much as he could. The rest overflowed and ran
down his neck and forearms. The taste was not something that he enjoyed. The
other feeling that were racking his body kept him from noticing the salty

stuff.

Like the guard behind him, the one in front of him was replaced. The
hand that was exciting him never let him come to his climax. The pleasure
was immeasurable. A few minutes passed off this constant buggering, and
finally the dog behind him came. Again, Corin's ass was filled with hot,
sticky fluid. Seconds later, Corin's mouth overflowed with the cum of the
second guard who forced himself upon him.

The hand left his penis again. All the guards withdrew from him,
leaving him with nothing but an erection. He was put back onto his knees,
and his hands were bound again.

"So, did puppy enjoy himself?" The voice of the female came once again
from in front of him.

"What about my erection?"

"I asked you a question."

"NO! I never came!" Corin exploded.

"Oh, puppy didn't like it? That's too bad. I think that puppy needs to
go and sleep it off. Maybe he'll like it tomorrow."

"Oh fuck! No, puppy likes it. Puppy wants it. Please…let puppy cum!"
Corin pleaded.

"So puppy did like? That's good. I'm sure you'll get more of it later.
But I can entertain that wish of yours for now." She waved to one of the
guards. He moved in front of Corin, and knelt down onto all fours. He lifted
his tail, and waited. Corin's hands were unbound again by the other three.
"Go ahead, puppy, don't you want to cum?" the woman taunted.

Corin didn't want to fuck the dog. He wasn't gay. But he needed to cum,
more than anything else. Considering the alternatives, he practically jumped
onto the waiting guard. His penis slid easily into the waiting hole. He
fucked as hard as he could, getting back at the dog for what he had done to
him. Corin felt great imposing himself on the Shepherd. Waves of pleasure
ran up his cock and through his body as the insides of the guard hugged his
length. It took only a few thrusts to milk Corin of his seed. He shot his
warm cum into the male, waiting for the last drop to leave before
withdrawing himself.

No time was wasted after he removed his prick from the guard's ass. He
was hauled onto his feet, and escorted back to his cell immediately. In the
semi-privacy he now had, he looked down at his only item of clothing, his
tags.

They were still covered in the guard's seed. Corin lifted them up, and
licked them clean. It tasted salty, and he hated it as much as anything, but
he felt it was his obligation to keep those tags clean. The rest of the cum
which had solidified in drops on his fur could wait. He patted his sheath,
remembering how much pleasure he got from the experience, and decided it was
worth it all.

Back in the room, the strange woman checked off on her list,
'Inspection - Passed.' Beckoning to her guards, she left the room with them
and walked into her bedroom, which was next door. "That was very enjoyable
for you, wasn't it?"

The four nodded in agreement.

"Good." She lied down on her bed, and spread her legs, revealing her
furry femininity. "Now lets see how well you can fuck a bitch!"

The guards willingly accepted her invitation.