extreme beastiality

a story i found on another website….

Bitch For Life
by Rachael

Chapter 1

I was down on my luck having just broken up with my boyfriend. It wasn’t a big thing, boyfriends aren’t all that hard to come by, and truthfully I was getting tired of all the hassles anyway, but I didn’t have my own place either. Finding my little brown butt on the sidewalk wasn’t too good, especially since I had exactly $18.11 to my name. I’d just spent a buck eighty-nine on a peach wine cooler, which was pretty rowdy for me. I even bummed a smoke from some guy, but choked on the first couple puffs and tossed it.

I’m not much of a troublemaker, not by a long shot. I was just 19 then, barely out of high school and bouncing from job to job while I tried to figure out what I was doing with my life. It wasn’t that I didn’t have dreams, or ambitions, I did. I just didn’t know what they were yet.

My latest job had been dancing in a strip club, which I didn’t care for a whole lot. Sex really isn’t my thing in the first place. It’s okay sometimes, but night after night seeing those guys sitting around just staring like they wanted to eat me for dessert. Yikes! That wasn’t for me and I’d even turned down a pretty good raise earlier that day when I’d told the manager I was quitting.

She was a nice woman, full of compliments about my body and even though she was a lez, I think she meant most of them. I’m 5’2” and about 90 pounds, with little A-cup boobs and narrow, boyish hips. I have long black hair, thick and wavy like a permanent perm, and my almond eyes are soft and brown. My ass is nice and round and my legs are great, everyone likes my legs, but I shaved my pussy so I looked like I was 12 again. Janey, the manager, put me in catholic schoolgirl uniforms, and stuff like that for my routines. I even went out in a girl scout uniform, selling “Girl Scout Nookie” for 30 bucks a table dance and 50 for a lap dance.

I made a lot of money real fast, for the club and for me. But I’d spent it, as usual, and now I’d just broke my last twenty. I had no home, no boyfriend, no job. The sun was going down and I was in Seattle in April, you just knew it was gonna rain and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. I wasn’t going back to the club, that was for sure. Nor did I want my old job back at Wendy’s, selling hot ‘n juicies to stoned kids in their daddy’s car. That job really sucked.

So maybe there really is fate, or destiny, or Buddha or something, I dunno, but it couldn’t have been pure chance when the little newspaper came fluttering along on the cool breeze. It wrapped itself around my calf like a hungry rodent and I ripped it away in annoyance, almost letting it go, but not quite. I caught the words “Help Wanted” in small type and I set my cooler down, spread the newspaper over my thighs, and took a look.

It was some weird newspaper, I thought, definitely not the Post-Intelligencer, because the ads in this paper were looking for weird stuff. Like Master Seeking Slave, and Baby Girl 4 Daddy, things like that. I didn’t see a whole lot about prior experience, or how much these people paid, although for some of that stuff it seemed like it should be quite a bit. Like the guy looking for a woman willing to be amputated? Come on, I’d need a lot of money before I’d go that far! And a woman offering to cut off testicles for free? I laughed at that because what guy in his right mind would ever let a girl cut off his balls for nothing? I seriously began to wonder if this newspaper wasn’t some sort of joke.

It started raining and I ducked back into the 7-11, looking at the fat old clerk who gave me a frown. “It’s pouring cats and dogs, for crying out loud.” I told the woman, turning my back and shaking the paper for a second, knowing it would annoy her. I’d been in that 7-11 a thousand times and she’d never smiled at me once.

Hmmm…Cats and dogs. I found an ad that sounded interesting…

Dog Girl Wanted
SWM seeks Bitch 18-35 for long term live-in service. Height/weight proportional, clean and disease free a must. No experience necessary.

It wasn’t much of an ad, I admit, and calling a girl a bitch right of the top like that made me a little wary. But I like dogs and I’m one of those people that just seem to attract them. Even the meanest dog will stop barking once he sees me, or catches my scent, or whatever. I don’t know why, or how, I just know it’s the truth. Dogs are always following me around and I never really minded it, although my parents used to complain because I’d never finish my dinner, wanting to save a little something for my newest four-legged friend.

There was a phone number and I figured I might as well call, feeling quite sure whoever the man was would be able to explain more over the phone. Or so I hoped. Of course the clerk wasn’t gonna let me use her phone, that might have made us friends or something, so I had to ask her for change so I could use the pay phone outside. Luckily it was a short run through the rain. I wasn’t exactly dressed warm in my t-shirt, short denim skirt, and old pink cowboy boots. In fact it was getting downright chilly and I wished my boyfriend hadn’t been such an asshole. My ex-boyfriend, I mean, he’d tossed all my stuff off the fire escape before I even knew we’d broken up. Half the bums on Pike Street were wearing my clothes now. Half the whores too, probably.

“Yep?” The voice on the other end was deep, but I couldn’t tell how young or old really.

“Uh, hi. I’m calling about the job?” I said nervously, cradling the phone against my shoulder and pressing the newspaper up against the glass in the telephone booth, just to make sure I’d dialed right.

“The job?” The man sounded confused.

“Yeah, um, in the uh…” I had to look at the front of the paper. “…in the FM Gazette. About wanting a dog girl?”

“Ohhh, the Fetish Market, right…” I thought I could hear the guy nodding. “You’re a dog girl?”

“Hmmm…” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I really wanted a job. “…Well, dogs like me, and I like them!” I giggled nervously.

“How old are you, honey?” He asked, not unreasonably I guess.

“I’m 19, this past March. I had my birthday and…”

“So just turned 19, eh?” The guy cut me off. “And you love dogs? Big dogs?”

The way he said it sounded kind of funny, but I put that down to my poor nerves. “Sure, I guess, yeah. The bigger the better, right?”

“Right, yeah. Well, I need a good dog girl, that’s a fact. What do you look like?” He questioned me and I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Uh, well, I’m half-filipina, short and small, sort of thin, but not anorexic or anything. I used to be a dancer, a uh…well, a stripper, so I guess I look okay…” My voice sort of trailed off because I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear.

“Ahhh…just a lbfm, huh?” He chuckled.

“What’s that? I didn’t catch what you said…” I narrowed my eyes at the phone wondering what an LBFM was.

“Oh, nothing, little joke and a bad one too. Okay, so um, sounds good so far. How about you come by and we’ll see how well you fit, eh?” He was laughing again and I wondered if he was okay, or drunk or something.

“Well, see I just broke up with my boyfriend and um, I’m sort of stuck and I don’t have a lot of money, so…”

“So you couldn’t get here even if you knew where it was, is that it?” He asked in a good-natured sort of way. Maybe he was okay afterall.

“Yeah.” I said, sounding apologetic.

“Well, how about I come get you then. Where are you?”

I told him where I was and he said it would take about an hour since he lived down by Enumclaw, sort of out in the country a ways. I thought that sounded kind of nice though, get a break from the city and breath some fresh air for a change. I really hoped this guy was okay though, I’d met a lot of weirdos in the club and it could be a little scary. Of course in the club we had Big Mike, the bouncer, and Earl, the DJ and they were pretty good at watching after the girls. But standing out in front of a 7-11 waiting for a strange man to pick me up and take me to his place? I was definitely asking for trouble, I knew, and I almost walked away.

But then I remembered I had nowhere to go.

Chapter 2

It was closer to an hour and a half before the man I’d spoken with on the phone showed up. I didn’t know it was him of course, not until the old rusty green pickup truck he was driving pulled into the parking lot with the high beams on, blinding me and anyone else who happened to be looking in the wrong direction. I covered my eyes as the truck growled to a stop right in front of me.

“You the dog girl?” The guy rolled down his window and called out in the rain. He didn’t stick anything but his nose out the window though, so I didn’t get much of a look at him.

“Yeah.” I nodded, biting my lip and thinking this was it, I had one last chance to change my mind.

“Well, let’s get goin’ then.” And I saw his vague shape lean over and the passenger side door creaked open as I dashed through the heavy drops and climbed in.

“Hi.” I said, trying to sound cheerful because I didn’t want to sound nervous, but my heart was beating faster and I had to concentrate to slow my breathing down.

“Howdy.” He said, and then we were backing up and soon on the road leading to the highway and Enumclaw.

“Uh, thanks for coming to get me. I’m sorry I don’t have a car of my own…” I always felt this urge to apologize when I was nervous.

“No problem, I like getting out of the house once in awhile.” He shrugged. “So tell me about yourself, girl.”

“Well…” I figured I oughta start with my name, since proper introductions hadn’t come up yet. “My name is Rachael and…”

“Rachael, huh?” he chuckled. “No need for any of that. I’ll be calling you girl or maybe bitch from now on, depending on circumstances.”

“Oh.” I licked my lips, not really knowing how to respond to that. “I guess uh, well okay.”

I wasn’t sure I was going to like being called bitch all the time, but girl was sort of acceptable, in a way. He was older than me, a lot older, maybe even older than my dad, who was 53 and pretty old, in my opinion. The man had a strong jaw and deep set eyes, but otherwise it was hard to get anything from his profile. Thin lips, not much for smiling I supposed, and short iron grey hair. He wasn’t fat, or skinny, but just average in build and dressed like a farmer, with a flannel shirt and jeans. He smelled like fresh cut hay too, or so I imagined, not really knowing what fresh cut hay smelled like. It could have been alfalfa for all I knew.

“You’re a looker,” he glanced at me in the dim light, “I’ll give ya that, girl. Kinda small though, you sure you like ‘em big?”

“Dogs?” I asked and he gave a little nod. “Yeah, I like all kinds of dogs. They’re cute.”

“Cute?” He laughed at that. “I had three girls come round applying for the job, none of ‘em thought my boys were cute.”

“Your boys?” I wondered at that, since we’d been talking about dogs.

“My dogs, yeah, I ain’t never had kids, so I call them my boys.” He smiled to himself. “They’re spoiled a bit, but good lads every one of ‘em. So go on, tell me more about yourself then.”

We had gotten away from his original question, so I started talking about me.

“Well, I graduated high school last January and…”

“January?” He looked at me. “I recall most folks graduate in June. What happened to you?”

I blushed a little. “I had a little trouble with math.” I admitted. “I just get my numbers mixed up sometimes, especially that geometry and algebra stuff. Trigonometry too.”

“That about covers most of it.” He grinned.

“Yeah.” I nodded, feeling a little silly. “So, anyway I had to take some classes over…a few times.” I’d actually taken trigonometry 3 times before I passed it with a D- and remedial algebra twice.

“Don’t you fret about that stuff, girl, you won’t be needing to count much more than three at my place.”

“Oh, um, good.” I hoped he wasn’t just humoring me. “So, after I graduated I moved in with my boyfriend, he was a football player, but now he works down at the docks, unloading ships and stuff. He’s really sweet…”

“Sounds like a good fella. How come you ain’t with him tonight?”

“Uh, see he sort of broke up with me.” I swallowed hard, not really wanting to talk about my personal life like that, but I guessed the man wanted to know who he was hiring.

“Broke up?” He looked at me again and I pulled my short skirt down a little since my panties were showing, just a bit. “Is he stupid?”

“What?” I widened my eyes. “No, uh-uh, he um, well he gets real jealous sometimes. See, I was working as a dancer at H.R. Muff ‘n Stuff, that’s a little dance club by the airport? There isn’t any H.R. though, Janey just said they liked the way the name sounds with the letters in front and…”

“Janey?”

“Yeah, Janey was my boss and well, see, she had a fight with Bambi, her girlfriend, because she only likes girls. So she asked if she could stay at my place, just for one night…” I tried to keep this story short, really, but it was hard. “…so we were sleeping together in bed when my boyfriend came home and he thought we were sleeping together! I mean yeah, we were sleeping together, but not really sleeping together. Janey was asleep and I was asleep, see?”

“So you and your boos were sleeping together, but not sleeping together.” The guy was laughing a little. “You don’t have both oars in the water, do ya girl?”

“Uh…I’m not even in the boat.” I laughed nervously. “Am I?”

“Nope, I reckon not.” The man agreed and I felt a little better. Sometimes people say stuff like that and it confuses me a little.

“When my boyfriend saw me and Janey in bed together, I guess he was drunk or something, cause he started taking off all his clothes and getting in between us. That woke me up, and Janey too, and she doesn’t like boys very much anyway. I guess maybe she thought my boyfriend was gonna rape us or something, cause she kneed him in the balls really hard. And then did it again, just in case she missed the first time.”

“Hmmm…” The man frowned a little at that, as I guess most men would.

“Then my boyfriend was laying on the floor, sort of white and looking like he might throw up, you know.” I shrugged. “And Janey left and I didn’t know what to do, but when I tried to help my boyfriend he just got mad at me, calling me a dyke, and a cunt, and all sorts of stuff I didn’t like. So I left, thinking maybe I’d come back when he was feeling better.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” The man agreed.

“So I went to the club and Janey was sort of mad too, telling me that when she wanted to sleep with me she hadn’t meant sleep with me and my boyfriend, like it was my fault!” I sighed. “So I sort of quit, even though Janey apologized and offered me a raise. She said I was the best little money maker she had.” I told the man proudly. “But I couldn’t stay, I mean not after she’d hurt my boyfriend like that, could I?”

“Uh, nope. I don’t reckon.” The man agreed.

“But when I got home, all my stuff was thrown out the window! My boyfriend wouldn’t even open the door, he just said he was gonna call the police on me and Janey for being man hating dykes who had beat him up! And while I tried to talk to him upstairs, all the bums and whores and anybody else walking by was taking my stuff!”

It almost made me cry thinking about all that, but it felt good to talk about it too. Like I was getting it all out of my system and I felt a lot lighter inside, which is good, because with the dark and the rain and all that it was mostly pretty depressing.

“So then you called me?” The guy asked and I nodded. “Well, I ain’t gonna toss you, girl. If it don’t work out with my boys, I’ll drive you back, don’t worry about that.”

“Okay.” I smiled a little and wiped at the one little tear that had started in my left eye.

“But, I gotta tell you, I had three girls and a fag come by for the job, and not one of ‘em worked out.” He made a little sighing sound. “My boys are pretty picky and they can be a mite rough too. Hell, that couldn’t get his foot out the door of his car. My boys didn’t like him at all. And the girls, well, one of ‘em took one look at Bandy and decided to join a convent. Found Jesus right on the spot.” He laughed.

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what a dog might have to do with finding Jesus, but he sounded serious.

“The other girls, well, one of ‘em gave Barley a try and he locked her up so tight she was screamin’ and scootin’ and tryin’ to get away.” The man was smiling at the memory of it. “Said she didn’t ever want to see another dick in her life after Big Barley was done with her.”

“A dick?” I looked at the guy wondering what he was talking about.

“Yeah, ain’t that something?” He laughed like I knew what the joke was. “Turned that woman queer as a three dollar bill right there in the backyard.”

“Oh, well, I’m not a lesbian.” I promised him. “I just slept with Janey, I didn’t sleep with…”

“And the third girl, well she wasn’t much to look at, sort of feisty too. Had an abrasive personality.” The man looked at me. “She was untrainable.”

“Oh, um…I like training.” I promised the man.

“That so?” He seemed to ponder that.

“Oh yeah. I was a trainee at Wendy’s, a good one too, and um, at McDonald’s I was a trainee there for 3 weeks, until I broke the ice cream machine.” I frowned, thinking maybe I shouldn’t have said that. “You uh, you don’t have an ice cream machine, do you?”

The man was laughing. “Nope, no ice cream.”

“Good.” I smiled. “Anyway, see I’m real trainable.” I promised. “And I don’t want to be a nun or anything like that.”

“We’ll see.” The man chuckled. “You do seem promising, girl.”

“Really?” I smiled and felt warm inside. It was nice to be promising at something besides lap dances for a change.

“So, what’s the biggest dog you ever had?” The guy asked, since it was a pretty long drive and we were just maybe halfway into it.

“Well, I never really had a dog.” I admitted, a little shyly. “I had a lot of dogs follow me home though and I liked to play with them a lot.” I hastened to add, seeing the man’s frown.

“Really?” He looked at me.

“Oh yeah! Everyday almost since I was little, all sorts of dogs would follow me around. I’d bring them home sometimes after school, give them a bath and some food, then we’d wrestle around.” I was smiling as recalled all those happy moments. “Dogs love to wrestle, you know.” Because maybe he didn’t.

“Heh. If that’s what you wanna call it.”

“And some of those dogs were pretty big too, as big as me or even bigger sometimes. Our neighbors, three doors down, had a really big dog. I used to ride him around like a pony.” I giggled. “I always wanted a pony, but we lived in a small house in Lynnwood.”

“I see…and this big dog, he ever ride you?” The man grinned at me.

I laughed. “No! That’s silly! But, mmmm…He thought about it maybe. A lot of those dogs liked to jump on me and stuff, especially after we were wrestling good and I was hot and sweaty, you know? Then they’d hug me and stuff, sort of like they wanted a ride.”

I wasn’t sure what the guy meant exactly, nor was I exactly sure what I was talking about, but that happened with me sometimes. Like I might get an idea right on the tip of my tongue, but it just wouldn’t quite come into focus, you know? I know those dogs liked me though, and they liked wrestling around and hugging and licking at me too. But I wasn’t going to tell the guy about how they tried to lick me down between my legs, that was sort of personal.

“But you never give one a ride?” The man asked. “Not even once?”

“Ummm…” I wasn’t sure why he was asking me that, didn’t I just say that I hadn’t?

“After all that wrestling around, and that big dog starts hugging you…” The man suggested slowly. “Didn’t you ever let him do it?”

“Ummm…Oh.” My eyes widened and my cheeks got hot. “Oh!” I was finally understanding what he meant. “You mean when the dog’s thingy got hard?”

The man laughed. “Yeah, the dog’s thingy” He shook his head.

“Well, um, sometimes it was like they thought I was a girl dog or something.” I told him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Dogs get a little confused I guess, like anybody else, and sometimes they’d try and put their thingy in me but I always kept my panties on so…uh…” I licked my lips. “…sometimes I let them rub me, sorta, you know, just to make them feel good.”

“Rub you?” The man pursed his thin lips.

“Yeah, like between my legs, just rubbing me and um, well, it got sort of messy and stuff, but it felt good for the dog.” I shrugged, hoping that would explain why I’d let a dog rub his penis against my panty covered sex.

“Felt good for you too, I bet.” He was grinning at me like he knew a secret and I was blushing hard then, looking out my window at the passing darkness.

We drove a few minutes in silence and I couldn’t really think of anything to say, but it was sort of uncomfortable like that too. I always feel like people are waiting for me to say something, although I don’t know why. I like to listen too.

“Anyway,” I said, hopefully changing the subject. “Dogs like me a lot.”

“Oh, I think my boys are gonna love you, girl.” The man agreed cheerfully “I don’t think they ever had a virgin to break in.”

“A virgin?” I sat up a little and stared at him. “I’m not a virgin.” I said it a little indignantly, like it was a bad thing to suggest or something, which seemed a little silly actually.

“You say so.” The man laughed and I felt a little humiliated by it.

“I’ve had a lot of sex, for your information.” I was pouting a little, but I couldn’t help it. “I’ve had three boyfriends and I did it with all of them. And more than once with the last one!”

“More than once, eh?” He was laughing so hard I thought we might go in the ditch.

“Yeah.” I crossed my arms defensively.

“You’re a sweetie, girl. I really hope my boys like you as much as I do.” He reached over and patted my bare thigh. It was a friendly touch, not like the guys in the club touched me sometimes, so I ignored it.

“You like me?” I finally caught up with what he’d just said.

“Course I do. What’s not to like? You’re cute as hell, sweeter’n sugar, and about as complicated as a hole in the ground. If you ain’t perfect, then I’m Abe Lincoln’s grandpaw.” He spoke with an exaggerated drawl, teasing me a little maybe, but I paid it little attention.

“Oh.” I thought about that for a minute, not sure if being compared to a hole in the ground was a good thing or not, and finally deciding it was meant as a compliment. Country people had a strange way of talking, I realized.

“You know, if this thing does work out, you’re gonna be stayin’ for awhile, right?” He was looking at me again. “This isn’t some weekend getaway, or a little vacation til your boyfriend comes back to his senses. We’re gonna have some work to do and you need to be sure you’re the right girl for the job.”

“Oh, I am!” I promised. “I don’t ever want to see my boyfriend again!”

“Too bad for him.” The man said under his breath. “Now seeing how you’re so young and all, maybe a ten year contract might be good. What do you think of that?”

“Ten years? A contract?” I didn’t know anything about business stuff. I mean I’d filled out some job applications, and tried to do my taxes once, but the IRS had sent me a letter and returned my check along with one of theirs, saying they owed me 48 dollars and I didn’t owe them $287,210.37 at all. They seriously warned me against writing bad checks to the government in the future and suggested I hire someone to do my taxes. Someone I trusted, they said.

“Well, yeah, I figured we’d get it all in writing and avoid a lot of misunderstanding later.” He said reasonably and that sounded like a good idea to me.

“Ummm…How much does the job pay, anyway?” I’d really been wondering about that.

“Hmmm…Well, you’ll be living in my house…” he shrugged, “…sorta, and eating my food. I’ll pay for your clothing and um, jewelry…”

“Jewelry?” I asked, brightening slightly and wondering why he’d buy me jewelry, but not really caring why. I liked jewelry.

“Yeah, there’s some rings and uh, window dressing I’d like to see you wearing.” He was sort of vague. “We’ll get to that later.”

I nodded. “Okay.” Rings are nice, I had a couple on my fingers and one on my big toe, but they were all pretty cheap.

“Anyway, so I think if you sign for ten years I can put your pay in a trust…”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A trust? Like a special bank account. The money sits there until a certain time and then you can get it out.” He shrugged. “It makes interest while it’s in there, so you end up with more money later, see?”

“Hmmm…” That sounded sort of good, I thought. More money later. My Daddy had always told me to think of the future, this sounded like a good way to do it.

“So, for ten years I put your pay in the bank, in a trust, and after that you can quit if you want, take your money and do whatever you want, how’s that sound?”

“Okay, I guess it’s alright. Ten years is a long time though…” And it did seem like forever, considering I wasn’t even twice ten years old yet.

“Nah, it goes by quick, believe me. You’ll just be 29 then and have more money than you ever dreamed of.” He gave me a reassuring smile.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” He nodded. “Banks pay almost 3 percent on a good savings account these days.”

I wasn’t sure how much 3 percent was, that math stuff always confused me, but the guy seemed to know what he was talking about. Still…ten years, that was a lot.

“But um…What if you’re dogs don’t like me?” I asked, although I couldn’t really imagine that and I didn’t think he could either.

“Then I’ll give you a hundred dollars and a ride home tomorrow, just for your trouble, how’s that sound?”

“Great.” I nodded with a smile. It sounded good, except for the home part, since I didn’t really have one of those anymore. So I figured I’d better make friends with those dogs, or I was gonna be sitting in front of the 7-11 again.

“Good, it’s a deal then.” He was smiling and held out his hand so I could shake on it with him.

“Yes sir.” I nodded and hoped I was doing the right thing.

“I got some contracts already in the glove compartment there, open her up and take a look.” He reached up and turned on the dome light.

“You have contracts already? Here?” I blinked at that. Some things just feel strange, you know? Like finding yourself in an old episode of the Twilight Zone or something and I almost looked around for Rod Serling, before I remembered he was probably dead.

“Well, you just never know when you might meet the perfect girl, you know?” he chuckled as I opened up the glove compartment and found some papers. “I used to be a lawyer before I took up farming.” The man was explaining to me. “Corporate law. Made a lot of friends, a lot of enemies, and a whole lot of money.”

“Oh.” I said, for lack of anything better. He didn’t seem like much of a lawyer to me, not like the ones I saw on TV. I read the paper slowly, mostly because we were rolling down the road sort bumpily, but also because there were some words I didn’t understand. Heck, I didn’t even know you could put that many letters together in some of those words.

“…the undersigned also agrees to unconditional modification of physical attributes to include decorative and/or functional facilitation of employment requirements?”

“That’s just fancy talk for tattoos and piercings mostly.” The man shrugged. “Do you have any tattoos or piercings?”

“Ummm…no.” I said, not really ever wanting any either. “Except my ears, I mean.”

“Good.” He was nodding. “I like a clean slate.”

“Uhhh…okay.” I wasn’t sure what that meant. I kept reading. “…the undersigned understands fully and accepts without reservation the inherent and unavoidable physical risks that she will endure in the performance of her daily tasks?”

“I had to put that in there just because you’re going to be working with animals. Dogs can get a mite rough, you know.” He chuckled.

“Oh, sure.” I’d been scratched plenty of times by accident, so I guess he had a point. “Umm, how about this…the uh, undersigned confesses and discloses freely her willful desire to engage in acts of bestiality for such purposes as may be defined and required for the performance of her job? What’s bestiality?”

“Playing with dogs.” The man smiled. “Well any animal really, but the next paragraph specifies that dogs are what we’re talking about.”

“Oh, yeah.” I read the next paragraph and it did say that this contract only covered bestiality involving dogs and that if another species of animal were to be involved in the future we’d address that in clause number 6 of annex C, whatever that was.

“It’s a lot of paper, I know.” The man apologized. “You can read the whole thing later if you want, but we’re almost home now. Why don’t you go on and sign the last couple pages. There’s some initialing to do to, everywhere you see a little red arrow.”

“I guess you really are a lawyer!” I giggled and signed and initialed and signed some more. There were three copies there, one for him, one for me, and one for… “Who’s this copy for?” I asked him as we turned onto a dirt road.

“Oh, that’s for the Tribal Register.” He said, like that would mean something. “We’re on Indian land now, my great, great grandmother was part Indian, so they sold me a few acres.” He grinned at me. “Made me part of the tribe.”

“You’re an Indian?” I looked at him, thinking he looked as white as George Bush.

“Well, just a little. Making a donation to the reservation’s children education fund helped too.” He laughed. “Anyway, being on reservation land makes it a lot easier keeping a little dog girl like you. We’ll get the contract certified and legalized and you’ll be all set and proper.”

“Uh, proper what?” I had to ask.

“Proper, um…property!” The man grinned and rubbed my knee. “But don’t you worry about that, it’s time to meet the boys.” He was pulling up to a stop in front of an old country house that had never been built by Indians, I was pretty sure. It was old, but well kept, and there was a big barn and a silo and everything. It really was a farm and I was a little excited.

I wasn’t sure about him using the word property though, that seemed kind of strange. I soon forgot about it though as we stepped out of the truck. It had stopped raining halfway between Seattle and here and the ground wasn’t even damp. But it would be raining soon, I thought, there were flashes of lightning on the horizon and I wrapped my arms around myself in the chill air, wondering where the dogs were.

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here's chapter 3

Chapter 3

I didn’t have to wonder for long, because they were already running towards the truck, barking excitedly and wagging their tails. They were big too, although I’m not sure if they were any specific breed or not, but they must have had some St. Bernard, or Great Dane in them someplace. They were all brown and white generally, more streaked than spotted, with some black around their handsome heads. Long haired as well, although not shaggy, just comfortably long especially for a place like Washington. They had collars, all thick brown leather and well worn, with tags hanging from them. So I guessed that meant they’d all had their shots.

They came to a stop when they saw me standing by the truck, hugging myself and feeling just a little nervous, but not much. Even though they bared their teeth and bristled a little as they barked and growled I didn’t feel any real danger from them; they just didn’t know me yet.

The man was calling them, but they weren’t paying a whole lot of attention to him, which seemed a little rude, even for dogs. They really did need a trainer, I thought, and although I had no practical experience as such, I figured it would be fun to try. Ten years was a long time to train a dog though, even three of them, and that was still making me wonder a bit.

“Come here, boy. Come on.” I bent my knees, squatting down and held out my hand, looking at the biggest one, who really wasn’t that much bigger than the other two.

He approached me slowly, sniffing the air and barking, but not quite so loudly, and the other two dogs were following. They seemed a little confused at my happiness to see them, maybe because most people would have got back in the truck and locked the doors, I supposed.

“Come on, that’s it. Good boy, oh you’re a nice doggy, huh…” I was smiling as he got closer and the man was just watching me, although I couldn’t really see him. I kept my eyes on the dogs, just holding out my hand until the leader took a sniff of my fingers and then a tentative lick across the back of my hand.

The others were soon with me as well, all three of them no longer upset or confused, but wagging their tails happily and nudging me with their noses and paws for attention. I was giggling and stroking all of them, feeling their warmth and strength and enjoying the way dogs can be so comfortable.

“Well…shit.” The man was laughing a little. “Never seen that before.”

“They’re just big puppies!” I grinned as one of them licked my face and another shoved his great head in between my thigh and my tummy as I finally just sat on the hard gravel. “Ohhh, you sweeties, yes you are…”

I played with the dogs for maybe 15 minutes before I finally followed the man into his house. It was warm inside and I was grateful for it. The dogs followed us in as well, which surprised me a little. They were big, the largest, who was named Bandy, came up to my shoulders and he probably weighed almost twice as much as me. The others a little shorter perhaps, but a good hundred and thirty pounds maybe. These were serious dogs, bred large and intended for real work, I thought.

I guess we weren’t really in the house though, or at least not the ‘home’ part of it that you might expect. The door we’d gone through didn’t latch, it just swung in either direction and had springs to keep it closed. I thought that was odd, but as it turned out it wasn’t really odd at all, since doorknobs were kinda tough for dogs.

“Used to be two bedrooms and a sewing room in here.” The man was telling me. We were on the east side of the house, or so he said. My sense of direction was never the best, except maybe at sunrise and sunset. “I knocked down some walls, put some new wood down. This is where the dogs sleep. It’ll be where you sleep too.”

“Oh.” I thought that was sort of weird.

I mean there wasn’t any furniture, not even a bed. Just a big thin mattress, like one of those funny Japanese beds, with some old quilts and blankets around it. A futon, that’s the word, and I’d never slept on one of those before. The floor was bare, just hard oak planking it looked like, stained to a nice shade of brown, but scratched up from the dogs’ toenails. I thought maybe I should give the dogs a pedicure sometime. There were heavy curtains on the windows, and the overhead lights were old, maybe even antiques, but they gave a pleasant warm and yellow light. Still, for being such a big room it seemed like it should have more in it than just that futon thing.

On the opposite side there was a tiled area, with a little lip around it. I guessed that was for washing the dogs. There was a deep sink, but mounted on the floor with a single faucet and a 2 foot long hose attached. A drain sat in the floor and little else. A few feet from that was an old wooden rack, like a shoe rack maybe, except it had dog shampoo and powders for fleas and ticks, a scrub brush and a few other things a person might need to groom a dog. Nothing fancy there, just practical stuff.

There were a few big old leather chew toys scattered around too, mostly half hidden under the blankets. I guess this guy really loved his dogs and the dogs liked it too, chasing each other around with their feet skittering across the floor. They were showing off, like teenage boys, barking at me to join in and making me laugh. There was one other door and the man pointed at it.

“Dogs ain’t allowed in the house proper.” He told me seriously. “The boys know that and I expect you to remember it too.”

“Uh, sure.” I shrugged. So the dogs weren’t allowed in the house, I could remember that.

“Now, maybe you want to get comfortable in your new home.” He stood there looking at me expectantly.

“Umm…what about the rest of the house?” I asked, just since I expected him to show me stuff like the bathroom maybe, since I had to go sorta. And the kitchen, since it was a little past dinnertime.

“Off limits to you, bitch.” He smiled. “Go on now, get undressed, I wanna see what you look like all collared up.”

I guess my face must have looked pretty funny because he chuckled and shook his head while I stared at him.

“You’re a dog girl now.” He explained patiently. “A female dog. A bitch. Understand? So don’t be shy, you don’t need clothes, believe me I keep this room plenty warm and if you still get cold, you got your three mates to snuggle with.”

“I…I…I thought I was going to um…train them…or something…” I was stammering my words slowly, trying to understand if he was serious or just pulling my leg.

“Train them?” The man laughed. “They’re as trained as I need ‘em, bitch. You’re the one needs training and we’re starting right now. Clothes off. Now.”

It was a command and I swallowed hard wondering how I’d ended up in this mess, pretending I was some wacko’s dog. But what was I going to do? I couldn’t say no, or walk away, or argue with the guy. I didn’t even know his name! I was all alone in his house, with no money, no nothing except a contract I’d signed saying I’d be his girl dog. Now I’ll admit I’m not the smartest person. And doubtless some people are going to wonder why I did what I did, but all I can say is until you’ve been in that situation, you just have no idea what you’re going to do. Some people might fight, some girls might run. Me? I started taking off my clothes.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and the man held his hand out for it, so I handed it to him. I felt embarrassed that I was undressing, but only because I didn’t really know why. Being naked didn’t bother me. It was warm and comfortable in there, and I’d been a professional stripper anyway, so it wasn’t like I was shy. I pulled my skirt down and then my panties, handing those over as well and I smiled a little as the guy eyed my shaved little slit.

“How old you say you are?” He asked as I sat down to take off my boots. This was made harder as the dogs had taken an interest in what I was doing and came over to sniff at me.

“I’m nineteen.” I said with a little grunt, getting one boot off and working at the other. He was looking right between my splayed legs and I guess I was giving the guy quite a show, but that couldn’t be helped.

He whistled appreciatively and nodded. “If you say so.” He took my other boot and told me he’d be right back, opening the door I couldn’t go through and closing it behind him.

I sat on the floor totally naked now, with three huge dogs around me, sniffing and licking and making me giggle as I pushed them away. I guess part of me didn’t really believe the guy was serious. I mean it had to be some weird sex thing, you know, one of those roleplaying game things and after he got tired of it he’d let me in the house and we’d laugh about it, or something. I just couldn’t see how he could keep in here with the dogs, who’d ever heard of such a thing?

Bandy was the leader, definitely, and he was the most aggressive, although not in a dangerous way. But he loved shoving his snout down between my legs, smelling my sex and trying to give me a good lick down there. I kept pushing him away, but he was big, a lot bigger than me, and it was doing little good. Another one, Bush, which seemed like a funny name for a dog, but I liked it, was around behind me, sniffing at my butt and licking me just at the top off my ass. That was ticklish as heck and it made me jump a little everytime he did it, turning around and swatting at his big head. The other one, Barley, was the most calm of the three, just laying down and watching me with his long pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. It looked like he was smiling at me and it was so cute! They were all cute.

“Bandy! Come on! Stop, you big dummy!” I laughed as Bandy got his tongue down across my slit, teasing me with it like it was damp rough sandpaper. It felt kind good, actually, but I really wanted to pee and a few more licks like that and I’d make a puddle on the floor.

Luckily the man came back and gave a sharp little whistle so the dogs would leave me alone for a second, wondering what he wanted. But he didn’t have anything for them, and when I started getting up, a little red faced and breathless from all the giggling, he just pushed me back down.

“Stay.” He said, just like I was a dog. So I sat down and looked up at him. “Good girl.” He stroked my hair for a second and you’re gonna think I’m crazy, but I sorta liked it. “Here we go now.” He was saying, fitting a collar around my neck and buckling it into place. “I’ll get you some tags in a day or two, after I think of a good name for you.”

“Name?” I blinked with surprise. “My name’s…”

“Shhh…” He shook his head. “Dogs don’t talk. That means you don’t talk. When I want you to speak, you’ll know it because I’ll ask you a question directly. Otherwise you can smile, frown, shake your head, bark, whine, moan, or whatever…but no talking.”

I sat there silently trying to absorb all that. I wondered if I could talk to the dogs, I mean when the guy wasn’t around. They wouldn’t care, would they? In the meantime though I decided I’d better play along with him and I just nodded and even gave him a little bark, just for fun, but it wasn’t a good one.

He laughed though and put his hand in front of my mouth and I got the impression I was supposed to lick it, so I did. “That’s a good little bitch. Now make yourself at home, I’ll fix some dinner for you guys.” And with that he was leaving once more and I wondered if I was supposed to go outside and pee in the bushes, or what.

I ended up peeing down the drain and using that hose from the faucet to wash my pussy and clean the tiles. That wasn’t so bad, at least the dogs didn’t mind, but I sorta wondered what I was gonna do when I had to make number two, you know? Well, hopefully the guy would be done playing by then, I thought.

I was shaking out the quilts and blankets, satisfied that there weren’t any fleas or lice or anything. The dogs were clean enough, and the bedding was fresh, so the guy was serious about taking care of his pets. I appreciated that, especially since I guessed I was one, at least for awhile. I was making the bed nice, with some unwanted help from Bandy and Bush who decided they wanted to play tug-o-war with me and it was fun fighting for the quilt, but I didn’t stand a chance against the two of them.

The man came in about then carrying a couple big bowls, like really big bowls, with some kind of food in them. It was like a beef stew it smelled like, and looked like too, complete with vegetables and some wild rice mixed in. He put one of the bowls down and the dogs were over there quick, growling the way dogs do, but it was plain they were used to sharing with each other.

Bandy and Bush had their noses in it deep, leaving Barley standing there until the guy put the other bowl down for him. I sat on the mattress wondering about my dinner and the guy looked at me.

“You better get some before Barley eats it all. You and him share from now on.” And then he was walking out.

Now I was pretty hungry and whatever the guy had cooked up smelled really yummy, but sharing a bowl with a dog? And where was my fork, or at least a spoon? I might have sat there feeling sorry and confused for the rest of the night, but it wasn’t gonna fill my tummy, so I hurried over and soon found myself on hands and knees with my face next to Barley’s, lapping up the stew eagerly and when he growled at me I growled back, just to be friendly and keeping in the spirit of our little game. That seemed to satisfy the dog anyway, and he even moved, just a little, happily sharing with his new mate.

My face was wet and dirty, covered with gravy and I was giggling as we licked the bowl clean. I didn’t care, it was like being a kid again. I could be as messy as I wanted and nobody would care. Barley licked my face clean anyway and while he was doing that I got a real surprise.

I was on my hands and knees and all of a sudden I felt a wet hot tongue sliding up along my slit. I practically jumped out of my skin and I turned around to see Bandy, probing my sex with interest and I tried scooting away, but he just followed me. I turned around to face the dog only to have Barley giving me a lick of his own. I dropped my butt to the floor and it was just like before, all three dogs nudging me with their noses, licking and pushing at me, trying to get at my sex.

I don’t know why it happened, maybe it’s natural when a girl gets so much male attraction, even from another species, but I was getting turned on. I’ve never really been a big one for sex though. I like it, sure, but I’m not crazy for it. I had sex when it suited my boyfriend, which was a couple times a week usually, but if it had been up to me then, I dunno, maybe a couple times a month would have been fine. I always liked kissing and hugging and just cuddling a lot more than sex and if my boyfriend had been smart he would have used those to warm me up, you know?

Like the dogs were. They were giving me all that attention and it was nice. Pretty soon my whole body was warm all over and everywhere they happened to lick me it felt good. Not ticklish anymore, just really good, like candy electricity melting in my tummy. My pussy was getting wet too and Bandy could smell it and taste it. I was holding onto Bush, sort of resting my head against his shoulder while he nuzzled my neck, and hugging him, feeling his strong hard muscles under his soft warm fur.

My legs were spread, although I don’t really remember spreading them, and Bandy had full access to my pussy. It was so good too, like you wouldn’t believe. He was digging between my greasy labia and into my love tunnel with his tongue, getting deeper and deeper and all I could do was moan and sort of thrust my hips a little while I clutched at Bush.

Barley was nearby too, licking at my thighs and ribs and back, wherever he could reach with his tongue. They could all smell my pussy and probably the little invisible chemicals that radiated out of my pores as my body announced it’s readiness to mate with someone. I found myself closing my eyes and shaking as Bandy brought me to orgasm finally, catching me so good that I forgot where I was and who I was with for a second, closing my legs tightly around the poor dog’s neck and head so that he gave a little whine.

I smiled weakly, feeling my heart thumping and the air caught deep in my lungs. I was almost seeing stars and I don’t think anyone had ever given me an orgasm like that. None of my boyfriends, that was for sure, I’d never had an orgasm with them, although I’d faked a few just to make them feel good. I’d read an article in Cosmo that said it was important to make a guy feel like he was a good lover, and even more important if he wasn’t a good lover, since then he’d take advice for readily, or something. I hadn’t been able to finish the whole article before my dentist was ready for me.

Anyway, it was pretty obvious that me being aroused was getting to the dogs as well, because everywhere I looked I could see their red dripping cocks pushing from their furry sheathes. I wouldn’t say I’d ever wanted to have sex with a dog before, but I’d never consciously rejected the idea either. It was one of those taboo subjects you hear about, usually in a bad joke, and you think hmmm…that’s not such a big deal one way or the other. But it was a big deal for me now, especially since I felt feverish and super excited. I imagined I could smell them, my three new mates, and their cocks jutting beneath their bellies. I felt possessed and almost out of control…

But imagine it. You’re all alone and naked in a room with three big strong and definitely sexy dogs and nobody is ever gonna know what you’re doing. I mean no one that you wouldn’t want to know. My dad, my best friends, the people I might work with someday, none of them were going to know. It was a new sort of freedom that I’d never experienced, never even dreamed of. I felt like a dog, like what a bitch must feel like surrounded by cock and oblivious to world around her. I’d seen dogs having sex in the middle of the street, they didn’t care. But people couldn’t do that, it was unthinkable, even with another person. But I was a dog, or as close as a person could get, so long as I stayed in that room.

I moved slowly to get on my hands and knees, knowing instinctively that I was as ready as I was ever going to be. I was scared, yeah, as much or more than I’d ever been before, even when I’d lost my cherry 2 years before. This was new and unexplored territory for me. I didn’t know if it would hurt or feel good or break something inside me or what, but I figured if a female dog could do it, so could I. Nature, I decided, would just have to be trusted and I lifted my but and offered myself to the dogs, giving them a low deep throated growl so they’d know I was impatient. I was too, my body was screaming for sex!

Of course Bandy was first, being the biggest. He didn’t really have to mount me, he could just stand over me and do it, but he did it anyway, wrapping his front legs around my waist and letting most of his weight rest on my back as he stabbed his penis at my sex. He was heavy too! I’m not kidding, but the soft warmth of his chest against my back felt so good too. His cock was jabbing and finally with no help from me, he found my tight little hole and just slammed like 4 inches of hot dog cock in my vagina.

“Owwwwwww….f***!” I groaned and winced a little too because it was uncomfortable for a moment. My boyfriend’s cock had been about 5 inches long and kind of thin, but I had thought it was good sized, at least for me. I knew guys were bigger than that, and some guys were even smaller, but I hadn’t realized how big a dog could get! Bandy was huge down there. I swear, he was half in me and I was as full as I’d ever been with my boyfriend.

Bandy was pushing more and more inside me with every stroke too. He f***** hard and fast and I felt like I had a cramp at first, sort of a sharp pain that gave way to something dull and throbbing, and then eventually to no pain at all really, just a very, very good feeling as my vagina stretched around the animal. It was nice after about 2 minutes, maybe three, when Bandy really hit his stride. He had all of his cock inside me, maybe 9 inches I think, and thick too. He was ramming himself in and out and growling at the other two as they walked impatiently around us, sniffing at us occasionally, and giving short excited barks once in awhile.

“Uh…Uh…Ahhh…Oh…Oh…Ah…” I was grunting with every thrust of Bandy’s thick cock. It felt huge in my pussy, pushing against the walls of my sec and reaching deep inside to brush against the sensitive pillow of my cervix. I could feel our combined juices running down my thighs and I could barely hold myself up anymore, and I folded my arms under the animal’s ever insistent efforts to plant his sperm in my womb.

“Well, I see you’re making yourself right at home.” The man’s voice roused me to open my eyes and I stared up at him, unashamed as I pushed my ass back to meet Bandy’s cock. He’d brought a simple wooden chair with him and he just sat in in it, watching with evident approval on his face.

I could feel something else now, a hardness pressing against my sex, pounding my sensitive flesh and demanding entrance. I knew little about the mating habits of dogs, and I thought nothing of it at first. But Bandy was growling and giving small yelps of frustration as he pushed harder and harder, desperate to get the large knot of flesh that had grown near the base of his cock inside me.

“He’s gonna lock you up, bitch.” The man was telling me. He’d unzipped his pants and I could see his cock in his hand as he jerked off a few feet in front of me. Bush took a sniff and then a lick at the guy’s penis and I watched as the man allowed the dog to lap at his cock.

“Ohhh….owwww…fuuuuck!” I suddenly felt my pussy being stretched beyond reason, filling me with a sharp burning ache that seemed to reach from my thighs to me belly. Bandy had finally forced the knot inside me and it went slowly at first, but then just seemed to pop inside, so that my cunt was stretched to its limits.

I was bucking my hips like crazy as another orgasm swept through me. I couldn’t do anything but take it as the huge dog thrust his hips faster, with shorter strokes that could do little but tease me. The swollen bulge in my pussy was lodged tight and could move only a fraction of inch if at all. It didn’t matter anyway, Bandy’s tapered cockhead was speared into my womb, thrust against my cervix so that when he came a minute later it was so incredibly intense I was literally screaming with pleasure.

Hot dog cum sprayed inside me, flooding the deepest parts of my sex with a spreading stain of heat. It spread around and through me and my body jerked with pleasure, my cuntal walls spasming around Bandy’s great prick as his balls emptied themselves inside me. I saw stars and my mouth hung open as I panted for air. I felt as if I’d just run a marathon, excited and exhausted and floating on a high of adrenaline and endorphins. It was the single best experience of my young life and if I’d had the wits and the energy I would have thanked the man for giving it to me.

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Chapter 4

I woke up slowly, my mind refusing to give up whatever dreams I’d been having, and my body resisting the desire to move. I was laying on the mattress and blankets, between two of the dogs. I was hugging Bush while Bandy was against my back, and Barley between my legs. It was warm and soft and I kept my eyes closed, just listening to my mates sleep, smelling them so close to me. It was nice, really nice.

I’d taken all three of them the night before. It had taken some 15 minutes or so before Bandy’s knot had shrunk enough so that he could pull out, and that had been nice too, the waiting. My vagina had clasped the knot eagerly and I’d lain there, regaining my senses slowly while our Master had watched. As soon as Bandy pulled out with a heavy wash of sperm and f*** juice, which was a new and completely different sort of aching pleasure, Bush had mounted me, finding my stretched and well lubricated cunt easily. And after he’d added his copious load of dog semen to Bandy’s, it was another relaxing wait before Barley finally took his long awaited turn.

Only after the dogs had finished and Barley had pulled free of me did the Master kneel behind me and push his cock inside my sore and tender hole, but truthfully, I barely felt him at all. He was of average size, I supposed, for a human, perhaps even a little bigger than average, but the dogs had been huge, especially once I’d taken their swollen knots. He f***** me rapidly for a minute, maybe two before he came inside me.

One of the dogs, Bush I think, licked our Master’s penis clean and then went to work on me, lapping at my sex and digging his gentle tongue into my hole as the juices leaked out of me. It was rather like a sexy massage of some strange sort, soothing and bringing me small orgasms that rocked my exhausted body until I was finally able to crawl to our bed and fall asleep. It had been intense and weird, like the one time I’d tried ecstasy at a club in Olympia, and found myself floating from guy to guy on the dance floor. Except I hadn’t been thoroughly f***** that night, just fondled and kissed and brought to orgasm repeatedly without understanding how or why.

So I was waking slowly, clutching my mates and smiling, despite my soreness. I felt as if I’d been kicked between my legs, sort of, but there was something else there too, a fiery pleasantness that I couldn’t deny. The cramp-like ache was annoying, but proof that I’d lost my virginity finally, which was a strange way of thinking about it, but that was how it seemed. Until I’d taken Bandy, I thought, I’d been a virgin. No man had ever taken me so deep or hard, and I doubted any man could. When our Master had f***** me, I hadn’t even noticed really. I’d been so loose and wet with dog sperm and the spend of my orgasms it was more like he was fingering me than fucking me.

And Master…That was new term and I wasn’t sure why I was thinking of him that way, except that it seemed most correct somehow. Had he suggested it? I tried to remember if he’d spoken to me while we’d coupled, or afterwards perhaps, and I couldn’t. I’d been so tired, so dazed by my overwhelmed senses. He might have spoken with me for an hour, for all I knew, but I doubted it. What would a man have to say to a bitch? Probably nothing except ‘Good doggy’ I thought with a smile as I lay there.

Part of me wanted to get up, the part of me that was still a girl, which was probably most of me. It had been a life changing experience, but not completely, and I felt the usual desire to pee, wash my face and brush my teeth, and have a cup of coffee, in that order. I was used to that and old habits are hard to break. I was sure our Master, the man, I corrected myself, not really wanting to continue with that mindset; I was sure he’d had his fun and this morning he’d be letting me go, or at least welcoming me into his home as a girl.

But time passed and I finally had to get up. I’d been waiting for the door to open and the man to arrive, but he hadn’t. I’d heard no sound but the breathing of the dogs and some birds outside, whistling happily in the bright spring morning. There was none of the usual traffic, or television from the apartment next door, or heavy footsteps of people on their way to work that I was used to. I was a hundred miles from all of that and I sort of missed it, but I kind of didn’t too. I wondered what my ex-boyfriend was doing and whether he was waking up alone or if he’d replaced me already. I stroked the dogs, smiling as I realized I missed my ex much less than I missed his kitchen radio.

I used the bath area to urinate and then washed myself quickly, since the water was rather cold. I washed my body, rubbing myself vigorously and making loud complaining noises that woke the dogs. They lifted their heads and looked at me lazily. I used a bar of soap I found, a half-cake of Ivory, I thought from the smell of it. I was glad for that since I wasn’t sure I wanted to use the dog soap, only because I wasn’t sure how strong it might be and I’d learned to avoid strong soaps in the past. Ivory was mild however and I washed myself quickly, all but my vagina, which I had to take my time with, exploring my sex carefully.

It was pink and tender, and my labia were still swollen and somewhat distended, pulled out a little so they looked strange. Inside too I was red and a little swollen maybe, although it was hard to tell. But as I pushed two fingers inside me I didn’t feel anything really bad, just that I was a bit more sensitive. I was also still wet with juices, sticky and squishy. I pushed the end of the hose inside me, just a little and let the cold water flood my sex like some sort of super-sized douche, shivering as I sat on the tiles, but wanting to be as clean as possible too.

I was almost finished when the door opened and the man entered. He was carrying a towel, I was glad to see, and I wondered if I dared speak with him. He had told me not to speak unless he gave me permission, but this was a new day, I thought, and he was bringing me a towel. That meant something, he wouldn’t bring a dog a towel would he? But of course a real bitch wouldn’t take a bath on her own either. I decided I wasn’t a dog, not any more, and surely he had to realize that his strange game couldn’t go on.

Just as I was taking the towel gratefully, however, he began speaking to me, solving my little dilemma. “That was quite a night for you.” He smiled. “How did you like it?”

“I liked it.” I said slowly, nodding my head and drying my body roughly. “I need some things though, I mean if I’m going to stay here.” I was sort of hoping he’d correct me and tell me I wasn’t really staying in that room all the time, but he didn’t.

“I suppose you do.” He pushed me back down, as I’d risen to my feet. Not in a mean way, but insistent, like I was forgetting my place, and I was soon kneeling as he took the towel back.

I gave him a little list of what I wanted, nodding and agreeing to most of it. “No coffee, I’m afraid, not really good for dogs.” He chuckled. “And hot water, hmmm…I’ll see what I can do. The tank for this faucet is outside, so the sun heats it up during the day. Might be best if you bathed after supper every night, but I think you’ll get used to cold in the morning. It isn’t that bad, is it?”

“It’s pretty cold.” I laughed a little, but it wasn’t that bad I guessed. “Um, is there a bathroom I can use, I mean when I have to go…you know…number two?” I asked, feeling a little embarrassed that I had to bring that up.

“Hmm…number two, eh?” He raised an eyebrow. “There’s ten acres right outside that door, a smart bitch like you oughta be able to figure it out.” He laughed and scratched my head a little. “Just watch the boys, they’ll teach you just fine.”

That wasn’t exactly the answer I wanted to hear, but it was the only one I getting apparently. He left me shortly after that and I had little else to do but climb back into bed and curl up with the dogs. It was warm and comfortable, but I wasn’t going back to sleep, and I wasn’t used to having so much time alone with my thoughts. It was almost uncomfortable and I sort of wondered at myself, thinking maybe I’d never really tried to think before. I mean I’d grown up with television and radio and the internet and a hundred other devices to occupy my mind so I wouldn’t have to…But that seemed too deep for me and I was afraid to think about it too much.

The man came back a while later, carrying two big bowels with our breakfast, and a third dish which he filled with water. The dogs were up immediately and I realized I was hungry as well, so I followed along, on my hands and knees for our Master’s benefit, although it was rather uncomfortable crawling on the hard wooden floor all the time.

“Here, you’ll need to take these every morning.” He was handing me a few pills, vitamins and dietary supplements. I swallowed them down after sipping water into my mouth from the bowl. “I’ll bring the other stuff you need later, after I run into town.” He glanced at Barley who was eating by himself while the other two dogs shared their breakfast. “Better get some before it’s all gone.” He chuckled and I nodded, scurrying over to push my face in the dish.

I didn’t know what it was, but it was like chunks of moist sausage or something, mixed with hard crunchy bits that had a strange taste to it. It wasn’t nearly as good as dinner had been, but I ate it anyway, filling my tummy rather quickly and leaving most of it for Barley. I drank deep from the bowl and grimaced a little at the aftertaste. I wondered what the stuff was and it occurred to me that it was probably real dog food. Successful lawyer or not it would be rather expensive feeding 3 huge dogs and me nothing but beef stew all the time. The idea of eating dog food made me a little queasy though and so I tried to pretend it was something else, veal maybe, since I didn’t really like veal anyway.

After eating the dogs went outside, but I just relaxed on the bed, touching my sex and wondering if it would ever go back to normal. It just felt puffy and strange. I slept for a little bit and woke up when Bush returned, sitting next to me and sniffing at my pussy, giving me small licks until I was moving to hug him. I was in that sort of half-asleep, half-awake place you get with little naps and it felt good, except Bush kept licking at my skin and it was ticklish.

I moved more, turning and curling my body, and Bush moved with me as well, although I kept my eyes closed and had no idea how we were facing really. I was hugging him though, and pressing my face against the warm softness of his tummy. He was laying down beside me and I’d crooked my bottom leg, the right one, so his chin rested on my thigh and his nose was close to my pussy. It was comfortable like that and I didn’t mind the slow lazy licks he was giving my pussy, in fact it was going from ticklish to nice rather quickly and I lifted my left leg slightly, ending my knee and resting my foot on the bed.

This was better as Bush had complete access to my sex and he licked my labia and across my clit as she began to swell. I moaned softly shifting my hips against the little pangs of pleasure I was feeling and opened my eyes, surprised to find Bush’s furry sheath against my face. I hadn’t even noticed it until I saw it, almost crossing my eyes as I tried to focus on it. Then I could feel the heaviness inside, the dog’s penis which was always firm, even when he wasn’t aroused. I could smell the animal too, a pungent musky scent that I hadn’t really noticed before.

I was enjoying Bush’s attentions and I could feel the fluttering in my sex and deeper, in the pit of my stomach that told me I was feeling real good. So it was without any real thought or plan that I took my first tentative lick along Bush’s penis, along the shirt haired sheath that covered it, I should say. It tasted like nothing really, much like licking a sweater, I supposed, and he didn’t seem to be shedding or anything, so I licked him some more, wondering if he’d enjoy it.

I guess he did, or perhaps he was enjoying the fact that I was getting more than a little excited myself. My pussy was begin to moisten and I felt that warm glow beginning inside me. I moved my hips slightly, wanting the dog’s long and sensitive tongue inside me, while I continued to lick and kiss his cock, finally tonguing the small opening at the tip. I was urging his penis, hidden inside to come out for me and it soon did, Bush giving me a soft friendly growl from deep in his chest. An inch of red glistening dog cock emerged and I licked it carefully, unsure how the animal would react, and quite unsure what it would taste like, but it wasn’t bad at all.

He was leaking precum and that was nearly tasteless really, maybe a hint of something sour, but not much at all. His cock was odd shaped and I enjoyed the way it felt under my tongue, tapered at an angle with a small, barely noticeable ridge around the end of it. I could see veins, very thin and close to surface, marbling his reddish flesh in blue and purple. It looked very pretty, I thought, and when I took the dog’s cock fully in my mouth, wrapping my lips around the exposed shaft, it was pleasant for both of us.

I washed Bush’s cock with my tongue, even as I slid my lips back and forth along his ever growing length. The dog was getting harder and more aroused with every beating of his heart, and so was I. Bush never paused in his efforts to please me, digging his tongue finally between my swollen labes and into my hole. He found my juices running and that seemed to make him even happier, his cock swelling so quickly it filled my mouth completely before I even realized what was going on. It was like some sort of magic trick and I had to back off him quickly as the tip of Bush’s penis tickled the back of my mouth, making me gag in reflex.

It was a lot different than giving head to my boyfriend, that was for sure. Well, maybe not that much different, I mean the principle was the same, but Bush’s cock tasted and felt and looked so much different. Plus he was bigger, at least 9 inches long and so thick in the middle that my mouth was stretched wide to accommodate him. And half of the dog’s cock was all I could take, and even then I had to fight to resist the urge to cough and gag. I used my hand to stroke that part of his cock I couldn’t take in my mouth, feeling him hot and heavy and wet as precum was running from the tip like a leaky faucet. I couldn’t swallow it all, although I tried my best, and finally gave up, not really minding the way it ran out of my mouth and down my neck and cheek anyway.

I was feeling good too. My body moving as Bush tongue f***** my hot sex, curling the tip of his tongue inside me so that every now and then it would find my g-spot, that secret little bundle of nerves that sent me like a rocket straight up to heaven. And when his tongue would complete it’s long deliberate circuit, he invariable finished across my clit, which was throbbing and fiery and growing almost too sensitive for the rough texture of the dog’s tongue. It was intense, like nothing else in the world, and I was going to cum any second, in a delicious 69 with that huge dog beside me.

I could barely concentrate on what I was doing and when Bush finally did push me over the edge of reason, all I could do was suckle his long fat prick like a bad, moaning and writhing and hugging the animal so tightly I think it made him nervous, but perhaps they were used to their strange new bitch already, because he didn’t complain or try to move. He just kept tonguing me, which was maybe a thousand times better and worse too, because I just wasn’t coming down. I was cumming over and over until I finally had to push him away and roll over, hugging my knees to my chest as I quivered uncontrollably. My whole body seemed entirely too sensitive and the slightest touch of Bush’s tongue made me yelp and tense up.

But there was no stopping the animal either. Bush was excited now and as I lay curled up on my left side he found my exposed ass, his tongue suddenly digging into my tight virgin anus and as my body seemed to contract and expand with every orgasmic spasm, Bush’s tongue slipped into my rectum. It was another new and wildly exciting sensation, the dog’s tongue wriggling perhaps half an inch deep in my ass. It was good, bringing me another round of orgasms to steal my senses and leave me panting for more. I was torn between almost painful over-stimulation and the overpowering desire to continue that glorious experience. I felt like I was dying, and yet so alive that it seemed like I’d just been reborn.

I finally rolled onto my stomach, offering Bush what he needed and wanted. I was laughing, I think, crazily, and slapping my butt, urging the dog to mount me as I lifted my ass for him. Bush took little convincing after our long foreplay and I soon felt his paws around my waist, pulling at my hips as his cock thrust and then fond my hungry sex. He pushed inside me all at once, making me gasp and arch my back as I cam immediately, despite the pain of my bruised cunt being stretched once more.

The others must have heard us, or smelled us maybe, because a moment later Bandy and then Barley were pushing through the swinging door, barking excitedly as Bush growled and told them to wait for their turns. He was fucking the bitch now and not even big bandy could make him stop. I just lay there, my knees bent and tucked under my tummy so my ass was elevated while Bush pumped me fast and furious. He’d been excited for awhile now, even before entering my cunt, and it wasn’t long before the swell of his knot was pounding against my sex, demanding entry so as to trap the dog’s sperm in my womb long enough to give me a litter of pups.

It was deja vu all over again as my pussy walls were stretched beyond reason to take the softball sized muscle which would expand even more once it was in me. But that was becoming my favorite part, being locked tight with my mate while he short stroked my pussy, stabbing at the super-sensitive pillow of my cervix and bringing me the most intense orgasms of them all. There was no other thought in my head, none possible, except that I needed to be filled with hot thick dog cum. I wanted it desperately, to soak my womb in the stuff, to bathe in it as Bush ejaculated with a throaty growl of pleasure. I could feel his body on top of mine, hot and heaving and soft with fur. His breath was warm across my shoulders and neck, and his paws held me tight, the claws scratching me with pain I’d never feel. I was a bitch, totally and completely, a dog by any other name, and mated happily with the canine prick inside me.

Chapter 5

It is strange to be naked all the time after spending some 18 years being clothed for most of it. Not that I was ashamed of my body, I wasn’t and never had been, nor was I particularly shy. I mean the physical part of being exposed to every little thing you can think of was strange. It was nice and warm in my room, and the floor was smooth, the water cold of course, but after a few days I was becoming used to it, even looking forward to the bracing chill that brought me wide awake every morning. That was actually better than a cup of coffee cause I didn’t have to pee 20 minutes later.

Outside was different though. It was springtime in Washington and so the wind was cool and the sun still distant. It rained often and the ground was soft and spongy and cold. I had no shoes, no raincoat of course, I was a bitch, a female dog, and I had come to enjoy that role even as I wondered how long it could possibly last. But I didn’t really like going outside yet. There were rocks and weeds with sharp sticklers, and twigs and insects. I had to go out though, not leastwise because it would get awfully boring in my room all the time. Besides, my three companions loved it outside and I knew they wanted me to join them on their daily expeditions around the property.

So it was a slow but deliberate process for me, going out and becoming used to the ever changing environment. Some days it was cold and wet, other days warm and sunny, and gradually I came to enjoy the difference. It took a few months, perhaps longer before my feet became calloused enough that I didn’t mind running wild with my mates even across the gravel of the driveway. Where once I’d almost tip-toed gingerly, ohhing and ahhing over every uncomfortable step, now I felt little discomfort if any.

I’d also learned to avoid certain plants and bushes, learning to recognize the best paths and routes as I ran with the dogs. And I did run, although I’d hardly been athletic before. Now I had muscles and my lungs were free and clear and my heart seemed larger somehow. I could run for an hour easily, up and down the gently sloping hills, through the fields and grasslands, chasing my brothers and being chased happily. I put on weight, but I was not fat at all. I was lean and strong, the way a dog should be and I knew my Master was proud of the way I was changing, growing even, for that’s what it felt like. I’d been a puppy until I’d come here, lost and confused and full of mischief, but no more.

The summer was best, warm and bright very nearly everyday as the end of June approached, although I had little use for time. I had no idea what the date was or even what day of the week it was. There was daytime and nighttime and that was all. Every few days my Master would shave my sex and underarms, simply because he enjoyed grooming me I think. I might have preferred it otherwise, but I enjoyed his attentions and I would lick his hand eagerly on those mornings. Occasionally he would mount me, but only after one or more of the other dogs had done so. He was most interested to watch us copulate, and Master had taken to spending most of his evenings in an old rocking chair, reading a book or magazine while we sported for his attention and pleasure.

I hadn’t spoken to a human in a long time and I felt little need for it any longer, although I spoke occasionally to the other dogs. But that was rare because it seemed strange. I’d come to understand the sounds of the other dogs, their growls and barks and whines, and I’d come to emulate them after a fashion, although doubtless it would sound funny to you. I never thought of dogs as talkative, I mean when I was a pup and trying to be human, I figured they just made noise to mean a few things, like hunger, or pain, or anger. But in truth it is a lot more complex than that and we communicated thoughts and feelings and even ideas which would have seemed quite normal between humans. So why would it be less so for dogs?

The memories of my ignorance made me giggle sometimes, and I tried not to laugh too much, because it was the one sound I still made that was utterly human and I was almost ashamed of it. But my mates did not mind, in fact I think they rather enjoyed the sound and would often tease me with their mouths and tongues along my ribs just to hear me laugh.

I bathed them, of course, which was one great advantage my biology gave me. I was able to care for myself and the other dogs much more easily than they could themselves in some ways. I kept the fleas and ticks away, kept our bedding clean, airing out the mattress every few days, and of course our Master was diligent in all things as well, such as washing our blankets and quilts. He didn’t require me to crawl on my hands and knees outside; as such a thing would have been silly. It was a good life, a dog’s life, and I was happy for the first time in my life.

There were other changes as well. I’d long since removed my human jewelry, my rings and earrings, finding them rather useless and unappealing. My Master agreed also and I think it pleased him that I’d removed those things about a month after I’d arrived, without being asked or told, and simply left them near our empty dinner bowls one evening for Master to find. Perhaps that was a sign he had been waiting for, or maybe just a coincidence of timing, although since that night outside the 7-11 in Seattle I’d stopped believing in coincidence and luck.

Master entered the room an hour after he’d found my jewelry, bringing his chair as usual. All of us hurried over to greet him, of course, and we jostled and climbed over each other, licking at his hands and growling happily as he stroked us each in turn. I always became aroused when he was near, which may seem strange as it was not for him that I grew excited, but for my companions. I cannot say why, perhaps it was simply that I enjoyed the way Master enjoyed watching me mate with the other dogs. I always enjoyed our unions, but it was even better with Master watching us.

“Go on, shoo now…” Master was smiling as he pushed Bandy and then Bush away, and finally Barley as well, wanting to speak to me as I knelt in front of him. “I have your tags, girl.” He said, reaching into the breast pocket of his flannel shirt. There were three of them, heart shaped and shiny, although one was red.

I leaned forward eagerly as I had been waiting a long time for this. The other dogs had their tags and my collar felt light without them. It is a small thing, perhaps, but it was important to me; and to my Master as well and I appreciated that he’d taken his time to observe me and decide upon a name. He’d called me girl and bitch for the better part of a month and while I had grown fond of those terms and knew he wouldn’t stop addressing me as such completely, I also knew that once he’d named me I was that much farther from my pervious life.

“I’m going to call you Dare.” He smiled and held up one silvery pendant for me to see and it was stamped with the four simple letters. I might have spoken then, for the first time in two weeks, and said my name; but I didn’t want to. It was better to hear it from my Master’s lips as he said it again and again, clipping the tag to my collar as I lifted my chin. “That’s a good girl, Dare. That’s my beautiful girl. Good Dare…” And he was stroking my neck gently while I tilted my head and nuzzled him with a soft growl of pleasure that I’d been practicing.

“I’ve filed the paperwork to change your name legally. Had to go through a federal court for that, since we’re on reservation land, so that will take awhile, but it won’t be a problem.” My Master spoke softly while I rested my head against his thigh. I think he was saying it for both of us, really, since I didn’t have to know any of that stuff.

“So, anyhow…This one…” He held up the reddish tag. “This is to let people know you’re sensitive to penicillin. You didn’t know that, did you?”

I licked my lips and gave my head the barest shake. I hadn’t known I had any allergies, but my Master had brought a man to examine me a week after I’d arrived. It was the last time I’d been human, or pretended to be, and I’d dressed and acted the part while the doctor checked my body, drew blood and took urine. He created a medical record and it had been a tedious process as I’d never been sick or in a hospital that I could recall, except for chicken pox when I was very small, and the occasional cold, but everyone gets those. If the doctor had wondered what I was doing living with my Master, he didn’t ask or comment on it, and I didn’t know what my Master had told him.

The only part of the experience that was vaguely uncomfortable had been my pelvic exam, when the man had gotten between my thighs and checked my vagina. It was obvious to him that I’d been enjoying a rather stressful sex life. My pussy was tender and red and swollen from taking the dogs very nearly every night for two weeks. I had felt it, believe me, but I hadn’t complained or anything. I’d hoped that my body would become used to it and the soreness simply go away, but the doctor clucked his tongue and asked me what I’d been doing.

“I mate with the dogs.” I told him, feeling a little uneasy, but my Master had told me to answer every question truthfully.

“I see.” He didn’t seem terribly surprised at that, since he was a country doctor maybe. I expected he’d seen and heard his fair share of strange stories and really, coupling with dogs couldn’t be all that uncommon, could it?

“You’re a very small girl and those dogs are…” He glanced at Bandy, Barley, and Bush who were outside and looking rather testy. They didn’t care for strangers at all and they liked strangers in their room, poking at their bitch even less. “…rather large. Are you well lubricated? I mean willing and, um, wet when you do it?” He seemed more embarrassed than me actually, which seemed strange since he was a doctor and a rather old one at that.

“Oh yes.” I nodded. “I’m really wet by the time we start mating.”

“Well, good. But you have some lesions, a little tearing, probably from the first time and you haven’t given them time to heal. You need to rest your body, alright?” I nodded as he continued. “No vaginal sex for at least 2 weeks, maybe three. I’ll give you a prescription for some antibiotic ointment, you need to keep yourself clean and apply it twice every day, after bathing, okay? After a few weeks, once you’ve healed you can continue with your um, fun…But I suggest you take them one at a time from now on. One session a day and see how that goes, alright?”

“Okay.” I said, thinking it was going to be hard to refuse the other two dogs after one had taken me.

“When was your last period?” He asked.

“Um, 3 weeks ago.” I had to think about that, because I’d already started losing track of time. “Maybe a little longer.”

“Well good, so you’ll have your next one soon.” He gave me a look. “Hopefully. Any reason to suspect you might be pregnant?”

“No.” I laughed at that. “I haven’t very much sex with men lately.” And I hadn’t. My Master had only f***** me twice and both times immediately after all three of the dogs had had me and I doubted his sperm could have made it past the seeming gallons of dog cum that I’d been filled with.

“Okay, we’ll run the test anyway.” He seemed to think any girl who would mate with dogs was bound to be pregnant for some reason, like that alone made me a slut and I resented it a little. “Make sure you stay clean during your period and use the ointment. You don’t have any infection, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen and that’s a bad spot for it, missy.”

“Yes sir.” I said dutifully, wishing this man would leave. The best treatment I’d found for my tender vagina was Barley’s tongue. All the dogs were good, but for some reason Barley was an exceptional pussy licker and he always made me feel so much better.

“Okay, turn around and we’ll take a look at the other side.” He gave me a wry smile and pulled on a fresh pair of rubber gloves.

“Any pain or discomfort here?” He asked me with his finger as deep in my butt as he could get it. Even with the cold lubricant he’d used it had still hurt a little.

“Uh, a little.” I said, wondering at the stupidity of his question. He had his finger in my ass, how did he think that would feel?

“Good.” He shrugged as I stared at him over my left shoulder. “You’re fine then, but I wouldn’t recommend trying anal sex with those dogs, or even a man. You’re a small girl and not very deep, okay?”

That didn’t sound like a medical term I’d ever heard before and I wondered exactly what it meant, but I’d already figured out a long time ago that my rectum was way too small for fucking. My boyfriend had wanted me to try it once and after a few too many wine coolers I’d finally agreed, until he’d started pushing into my ass. It had hurt a lot, just getting the head of his penis inside me and I’d scrambled out from under him quick! Grabbing one of my shoes off the floor just in case he thought I was playing hard to get.

So my medical exam had ended with that sage advice and I was glad it was over. Now, a few weeks later I was reaping the rewards of my patience that day. I’d been given a clean bill of health. I wasn’t pregnant obviously, my menses had come and gone with some discomfort as I had no pads or tampons or anything. But the dogs had certainly enjoyed the 5 days of my period, working diligently to keep me clean. Of course they were incredibly horny as well, even more than usual, smelling my blood and tasting it. But I followed the doctor’s orders and did my best to satisfy my mates with my hands and mouth. I became quite adept at giving them head and once I’d learned how to deep throat their oversized and oddly shaped pricks it was much better for all of us.

My Master thoroughly enjoyed watching me take Bandy, the largest, all the way down my throat until the swelling form of his knot was pressing against my lips. It had been uncomfortable at first, I admit, and I had a sore throat and could barely bark for a few days after the first time Barley had really f***** my mouth. We didn’t do that often, throat fucking, just for that reason; having nine inches of rock hard cock slamming in and out of my throat was uncomfortable at best. Even now that I’ve grown used to it, I only do it once in awhile to give our Master a special treat. It is much better for me to take it slow and easy and a blowjob can last over an hour easily as it is much harder to bring the dogs to climax that way.

The reward is worth it however and I quickly grew to appreciate the flavor and texture of dog semen as being far better than what I remembered of a man’s. The precum is dull and nearly tasteless for the most part, and there’s a lot of it. Dogs leak precum like crazy and I had to learn to swallow fast. Their sperm is rich and bitter and salty however, with a distinctive aftertaste like burnt Oreo cookies, if you can imagine such a thing. It isn’t unpleasant at all though, it just took a little getting used to, especially since there is so much of it and it comes out in a big hurry. Much more than a man can make, dogs are full of sperm and when they cum it’s a genuine flood. I’ve found myself bathing in dog sperm on many occasions as I wasn’t able to swallow it all down fast enough. It’s not very thick, and not that much different than a man’s except a little more watery in my opinion, creamy almost, and mixed with precum and spit it just pours out of my mouth and down my body.

But I’d had two solid weeks of practice while I couldn’t f***, and I did it several times a day with three very horny dogs, so I became very good at swallowing. My Master enjoyed it also, seeing me swallow I mean, and even allowed me to mouth his penis along with the other dogs on occasion. He surprised me with his reserved manner though. I figured he’d want me often, but he didn’t. Not any more than a man might normally want a bitch, because I honestly think that was how he thought of me. As his pet, a favored animal that he would play with once in awhile, but it was obvious I was mainly there for the benefit of the other dogs. That was confusing at first and a little frustrating, but only because I had been thinking like a girl and not a dog. But I was learning.

“And this one…” My master had finished clipping the medical tag to my collar and now he held up another. “This is your license.” He smiled as I read the words ‘Licensed Canine’ and below that a number ‘wa06-11031’ which meant nothing to me at all really, but it was nice anyway. “But before I can put this one on I need you to sign this…” He reached behind him and pulled out some papers from his back pocket, folded and a little wrinkled, with a pen clipped to them.

I didn’t say anything and I might have thought about reading the papers, but not really. The way they’d been folded mostly hid everything but the lines for my signature, and for my Master’s as well. He’d scrawled his name but I couldn’t really read it and not for the first time I thought about how strange it was that I didn’t know his name at all. He was just Master to me now, so I suppose I didn’t need to know his name. I didn’t need to know what I was signing either, I knew he loved me.

I signed awkwardly, putting the papers on the floor and trying to recall the way my hand was supposed to move to make my old name. Master waited patiently until I gave them back, then he stroked my head gently, calling me Dare and his good girl. It was a good feeling.

I had three tags jingling softly from my collar and I felt a warm sense of pride filling me. I smiled and licked my lips, putting my face in Master’s lap so that U could nuzzle his hidden penis. I felt excited and I wanted to share that with him. I mouthed the bulge of his cock through his trousers and growled softly, lifting my head and turning around on my hands and knees so that I could rub my bare sex against his leg while he sat there. I was flagging him without shame, wiggling my ass and arching my back, inviting him to take me as he wanted.

The other dogs were lying on the bed and of course they couldn’t help but notice and doubtless scented my arousal. Bandy was first as usual and I pushed him away gently, giving him the short low pitched bark that meant I wasn’t interested in him. It was like a ‘No!’ in human speech and one of the first things I’d learned, along with the equally short, but higher pitched bark that meant yes.

Bandy, being our leader, sometimes ignored my protests and attempted to mount me anyway, which meant we’d have a little fight. Harmless mostly, with a lot of growling and soft nips with our teeth, but today he accepted it, probably because our Master was there. The other two had remained where they were, with heads raised and ears high, watching with interest. If Bandy mounted me then they would have their turns as well, or so they’d assume. With Bandy turned away however, Bush and Barley dropped their heads back to the quilt and lost interest.

“Mmmm…tough girl, huh Dare?” Master was stroking my back gently as I watched Bandy walk away. “Here girl, up Dare!” He was pulling his cock free and inviting me to suck him as he sat there.

It was nice, kneeling with my arms across Master’s legs, licking and sucking his cock carefully. I wanted it to be good for him, of course, and so I took my time, licking along the shaft first and then tickling his balls with my tongue until he lifted me away so I could take him into my mouth. He was long enough, for a man, and thick, but not so large as the dogs. The shape was different also, and I must say I much prefer dog cock in shape, size, and taste, but this was my Master and it was always my pleasure to make him happy.

I took him completely into my mouth and then my throat, feeling little discomfort at all. It was easier than taking one of my mates, that was for sure, and Master seemed to enjoy it a great deal. I mouth f***** him for perhaps 10 minutes before he held my head and thrust his hips, cumming hard and shooting his cum straight into my stomach. I didn’t even have to swallow, I just held him in my tight throat until he was finished, leaving me smiling and panting for air.

“Ohhh…Dare, you’re a good little bitch…Such a good girl, Dare…” Master breathed, rubbing my face with his thumb.

After Master left I returned to the bed, lying down between Barley and Bush and stroking their sheathed cocks while they slept. I was hot and I hadn’t cum or anything, but that was okay. I could feel Master’s sperm in my tummy and I was content with that. I fell asleep, hugging Bush and rubbing my pussy against his warm fur, dreaming of puppies.

This is an amazing story , u can envision her running wild out in nature with the dogs with no cloths on, Just her naked natural body running along side the dogs . It almost seems like a good way to get some women in shape. Kind of like a country , nature retreat where you get back to nature . She must be loving it. I would like to open a health club like this!! thanks great story. PS I also like the way he treats his dogs well , all his dogs including the b*tches I wonder if any women would come to a retreat like this??

Chapter 6

July was a good month for me, the best yet by far. It was hot outside and I turned dark all over, coffee colored, with just a bit of cream and a lot of sugar. My hair was longer than it had been since I was little and it was a thick black mass falling over my shoulders. I had muscles under my skin, hard and lean that worked effortlessly as I ran with my mates. I had small scratches, the occasional scrape and bruise, but largely I was as comfortable naked and outdoors as I'd ever been clothed in my old apartment. I spent most of my time outside and careless of everything but the fun I could have with my mates and our Master on those occasions when he would walk the fields with us.

Usually though it was just us dogs, running loose and chasing rabbits, or wrestling around in the warm sunshine. I was completely comfortable naked by then, as I said, and I hadn't even thought about myself in such terms for a month or more. I never spoke except as a dog and I'd grown accustomed to it, not feeling the loneliness that I'd suffered during the first few weeks. It had been hard at first, the lack of communication with another person, much harder than you might appreciate. It made for a strange sense of isolation, although I was never truly alone. My three companions were with me always, but I hadn't learned their tongue yet, so it was hard. But by the time July began to heat up I had long since forgotten any suffering I'd had.

"Heeeey… nice doggy… Here boy…"

"Careful dude, that's a big dog man!"

"He's cool… Come on boy, come here…"

I could hear voices, two boys it sounded like, which was strangely out of place. I was lying in the tall grass with Barley and Bandy, all three of us relaxing and I guessed that whoever those guys were they'd spotted Bush, who always enjoyed flushing the bushes. We were on the edge of the Master's property, and it was fenced, but only with a single strand of wire. He kept only a few animals, a horse that he rode occasionally, and some chickens, so there was no real need of fences.

Bush was barking then, loud and not so much angry as annoyed. He knew that no one should be out there and it confused him a little, I think. Bandy and Barley were already up, having lifted their heads as soon as we'd heard the voices and I was getting up too, because Bandy especially could be a little too aggressive.

"Whoa, oh shit man… There's three of 'em!"

"I told you dude, this guy's got some mean dogs!"

"Let's get out of here!"

They were nervous now and a little frightened, confronted with three huge dogs. Bush, the smallest, was nearly a hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, and as I found out from Master shortly after arriving, they were all bred from a Mastiff father and a mother who was half St Bernard and half something else, Great Dane maybe, which gave them their size and handsome features. They had great personality too, gentle and caring, but of course they didn't show that to anyone but our Master, and to me.

"Don't…" I said, and my voice cracked a little since I hadn't tried to speak, let alone yell in some time. "Don't run."

I was walking quickly and growling at Bandy and Barley to stay close, but I doubted they'd listen to me. Bandy was the leader and I knew he'd do whatever he wanted to and if the boys tried to run that would only excite him more. But he cocked his head to look at me when he'd heard me speaking human, which I suppose reminded him that I was something more than just his bitch. Dogs tend to think a little different than people do and sometimes that's good, other times confusing, even to me. Whatever Bandy was thinking he at least decided to stay close to me, and so Barley did the same. Bush was still a ways off, barking loudly and his ears were flat, head down and teeth bared.

The two boys, who were Indian and maybe 15 or 16 years old, had stopped running and now they stood there nervously, watching me and the other two dogs as we waded through the high grass. I guess it must have been something strange for them, seeing a girl like me naked walking around like a petite Mother Nature or something, maybe one of those nymphs that used to live in Greece and turn people into trees.

That thought made me smile and that was just luck, but it helped the boys relax a little maybe. They had long black hair and handsome features, dressed in jeans and t-shirts. They still glanced nervously at Bush, but mostly followed me with their eyes wide open.

"Who are you?" One of them asked when I was maybe a dozen feet away. He tried to look at my face, but mostly he was looking at my breasts and lower, down at my clean shaven sex which was swollen and dripping dog sperm since I'd mated with Barley not half an hour before.

"Dare." I said slowly and my tongue felt thick in my mouth. "I'm Dare, you uh… you should leave."

"Yeah. Come on dude!" The other one liked looking at my pussy too, but he was watching Bush closely. "Let's get out of here."

His friend was ignoring him though. "Dare? What kind of name is that?" The boy asked, smiling just a little and Bush took a step closer so that he stopped smiling. "You live around here?"

"Over there." I didn't point or anything. "You better go, okay? We don't like you. You're not supposed to be here."

I hadn't really meant to say we didn't like them, but we didn't really. They were strangers and they smelled funny. I could sense them on the wind now that I was closer. I'd found that my hearing and sense of smell were improving, or maybe not really getting better, just less cluttered maybe so they were working as good as a girl's could. I didn't like the smell of those two boys, not because it was a bad smell, it wasn't, but it was a different smell. One that didn't belong.

"Yeah, we know." The other guy was saying, tugging his friend's sleeve until they were both leaving finally with long backward looks over their shoulder at us.

I walked over to Bush, who was satisfied and happy with himself for running the trespassers off. I sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down with a laugh. He was so big he could have refused me, but they rarely did. I was pretty strong anyway though, so it would have been a good wrestle.

The other two dogs sat down and watched as I urged Bush to mount me. I'd become so horny suddenly, it was strange. Being seen by those two boys, speaking with them, even to tell them to leave, had been exciting. My heart had been pumping hard and I'd gotten a good shot of adrenaline confronting strangers and wondering if there might be a fight, but reasonably certain there wouldn't be. It was more an instinctive thing, I think, the way confrontation excites any good dog. And it made me horny as hell too.

"Uhhh… Mmmm…" I moaned, wiggling my ass and pushing back as Bush pushed his extended cock into my sex easily. He went all the way in, although his penis was still growing so that with each thrust he reached deeper and deeper until he was nudging my cervix with the hard pointed tip. That was always good, but a little uncomfortable too, like a mixed blessing of pleasure and pain. It was unavoidable though, because I was so small compared to the others, and I'd long since learned that the discomfort was okay because it was going to be washed away in a moment or two.

I came a lot when we mated, especially outside where I could dig my fingers into the rich brown earth and rest my head on cool soft grass. I could smell the dogs, especially Bush who was holding me tight, his rough paws along my waist and hips as he hunched over me. He liked to f*** me for a few minutes and then slip off, leaving me with a teasing empty feeling while he sniffed and took a lick of my quivering cunt, pulled loose and dripping. Then he'd mount me again, fucking me hard until he pulled out again. It could be agonizingly good like that, but frustrating too, and especially if I was in the middle of an orgasm. He could make me cry sometimes when he suddenly stopped fucking me.

"Ah! Ahhmmmmm…" And then I'd gasp and sigh and lose myself in his thick hard cock when he mounted me again. Only when I felt the knot banging against my sex, or sometimes slipping inside me before it had swollen too much so that it just seemed to inflate inside my vagina, only then did I know Bush was going all the way. Once we were locked he'd f*** me hard and fast, with rapid short strokes that always left me breathless and shaking beneath him.

When he came I always came too, it was inevitable. My womb flooded with hot dog sperm would quiver and the spasms would start, like little earthquakes inside me, radiating out until my whole body was on fire. I had the best cums when that happened. Like all the other ones were just practice and when we were cumming together, that was the real deal.

We stayed out until after sunset, sleeping mostly, me curled up with Barley who had been nice enough to give me a thorough cleaning after Bush had finished with me. It was easy enough going back home, even in the darkness barely tempered with a crescent moon and a billion stars. My feet knew the way and so did my mates and we ran home as we'd awoken rather hungry.

In our room we found food waiting for us and it was good, still warm and rich and meaty. Breakfast was always rather bland, just dog food from the bag and some of that other kind, like raw hamburger. It wasn't bad, but never as good as dinner which was usually cooked beef, or sometimes chicken or pork, always cooked and I don't think that was especially for my benefit. I think Master liked cooking a real meal for us and had been doing it since long before I'd arrived. He watched us eat sometimes, sitting in his chair and nodding, enjoying his kids as he called us on occasion.

"Dare, come here girl."

I was licking the bowl clean, competing with Barley's much bigger and quicker tongue, both of us growling playfully when I heard my Master's voice. I turned to look at him, kneeling with my face wet and covered with gravy, and I was surprised to see someone else coming in behind him. Bandy and the others were surprised too and it took a minute before they'd stop barking and listen to our Master. They sat down, rather unhappily at the intrusion, and I felt a little strange myself.

I suppose it was embarrassment, since I was kneeling there naked except for my collar with the remains of my dinner all over my cheeks and chin, and even the tip of my nose. Master seeing me like that would bother me not at all, since I was his dog anyway, but someone else… It brought some confusion to me, forgotten and unwelcome feelings that made me frown.

"Come here…" Master walked over, grabbing me by the collar and dragging me gently, but insistently to the hose so he could wash my face for me. That was vaguely humiliating too, but only because it felt like a punishment almost, as though I'd done something wrong and I didn't understand what it was. He washed my face quickly while the other man watched and I flushed slightly, keeping my eyes closed for the most part until Master dried my face with a towel.

"There, that's better." He let go of my collar and walked back towards the man, patting his thigh so I would follow. "She just had dinner…" Master was explaining to the man, who just laughed a little.

"Well, they scared the hell out of my boys this afternoon, couldn't figure out what they were talking about. Naked girls and big dogs. Shit, ain't this something then." The man was smiling, big too, a large Indian man with long black hair dressed in jeans and a corduroy shirt. He had a big stomach and a friendly round face and I approached him, smelling him and the places he'd come from recently.

"Show her your hand." My Master suggested and the man was grinning as he looked from me to him and back, finally holding out his hand so I could sniff and then lick it.

"She's a dog!" He laughed and stroked my head. "Prettiest damn dog I ever saw, but damn! How the hell…" The man was clearly amused and confused by what he was seeing, but he was accepting it too. "Redwing know about this?"

"He knows." My Master nodded. "Took some doing, but everything's legal. She's a bitch now, took to it like a fish to water too. Damndest thing I ever saw." There was a sense of pride in my Master's voice and I looked at him, smiling a little without really understanding any of it.

"Well, I guess this is something." The man was saying. "You should get Whitey out here to look at her. He knows about… strange things." The man shrugged a little.

"Whitecloud? The medicine man?" My Master seemed to think that over.

"Yeah, some call him a medicine man. I'm Baptist myself." The Indian ran his hand along my back slowly. "Jesus, she's nice."

"Yeah, maybe I'll look him up. I wanted to get some piercing done too, I heard your tribe…" Master was watching, not saying anything to stop the man as he ran his big calloused hand over my butt and down so that his fingers were parting my labia.

"Oh yeah, Whitecloud's definitely the one to talk to about that. Our tribe used to do a lot of bone piercing, mostly for some of the old ceremonies, some rituals. Not so much anymore though. Kind of a lost art…" I licked my lips and rocked my hips slightly as one of the man's thick fingers slipped inside me easily. "… She uh, don't mind if I, uh…"

I wondered what was going on since it didn't really bother me to have this stranger touching me, but at the same time I didn't think he'd have touched a real bitch the same way either. I had no idea what my Master had told him before bringing him into my room, or how far he was willing to let the man go with his gentle explorations. I gave a little growl, just a reflex I think, as the man's chubby fingers split my labia and entered me slowly. He wiggled them around, like he'd lost something, and it didn't make me feel particularly good, just confused.

"She's just a dog." Master shrugged. "I've tried her a few times, but since the boys have had her I doubt she even notices me." My Master was chuckling. "Got a hell of a tongue on her though, I'll tell you that much."

"Damn." The Indian pulled his hand away finally and brought his fingers to my face so I could lick them. "I thought I'd seen everything."

A few minutes later they left, closing the door behind them and I crawled onto the bed where Bandy and Bush joined me, pressing their soft warm bodies against mine. Barley slipped outside, feeling restless I supposed and I didn't worry about it as I lay there, trying to remember all the things I'd heard and felt, and then trying to understand what they meant.

Story by Rache

This is chapter 7 of the story written by Rachael Ross

Dare
by Rachael

Chapter 7

I was lying on the bed chewing a piece of old yellowish rawhide, long
and round and hard until my teeth could work my saliva into it. Then it
was just really tough. My mates chewed the stuff all the time to keep
their teeth clean, but that didn't work for me. I still brushed my
teeth twice a day, although I sort of resented it and wished it
wasn't necessary. It was September maybe, and it was raining, but it
wasn't the start of the long wet winter yet. Just a rainy day like
everyplace gets sometimes. The boys were with me, nearby on our
blankets, Bush sleeping, Bandy chewing his own much larger piece of
leather, and Barley grooming himself lazily.

We all lifted our heads when we heard the truck pulling up to the
house. It didn't have a muffler, or more likely it had a big rusty
hole in one, so it growled and sputtered until whoever was driving shut
it off. The boys were outside quickly and I followed, stepping onto the
cold gravel and combing my long black hair back in the drizzle. I sat
down on the narrow strip of grass that grew alongside the house,
sheltered somewhat from the rain, but not minding it either. It had
been a long hot summer and this was the first visitor we'd had in
over a month, maybe more since all I had to keep track of time was my
cycle and the moon.

An old man stepped out of the truck, old and thin and red as a sunset.
A real Native American, dressed in Levi's and a button down western
shirt of blue and yellow. He had a wide brimmed hat with some eagle
feathers, two sticking up and a half dozen hanging down, all in the
back so that they seemed woven into his long milk-white hair.

He had no fear of the dogs either. I could sense him, like a great calm
and even Bandy stopped barking as the old man stood there in the rain,
just looking at them like he knew a secret. He glanced at me and then
looked again, harder and I looked back, curious and unafraid. He had
thin compressed lips and a strong jaw to go with his nose. Big ears
too, like old people get cause everything else stops growing but the
ears, the nails, and the hair.

My mates padded back towards me and we all went back into our room. The
old man had gone around to the front porch and our Master would deal
with him. The boys were damp and their feet dirty, but so were mine and
we didn't really care. We lay back down and gave little growls as
each of us sought our most comfortable spot. I was on my stomach, with
my arms folded under my chin, my face a few inches from Bush's and I
smiled, watching him watching me until his eyelids drooped and finally
closed. Bandy had his head on the small of my back, lying between my
spread legs with his soft neck along the rounded crack of my ass. It
had become their preferred position and my mates fought over it
sometimes, much to my own amusement.

I'd fallen asleep by the time our Master entered our room with the
old man and we all woke up, but didn't move except to look at them.
My brothers were satisfied that the old man was neither a threat nor a
friend, but something else, like a part of the world. Like a tree, or a
rock, or a cloud perhaps. It's a difficult concept to put in human
words, but enough so you'll understand that we were in harmony with
him.

My Master whistled sharply and called me "Dare, come her girl…"
and I roused myself, slipping out from under and between my mates so
that I could crawl eagerly across the floor to lick my Master's hand.

The old man smelled like smoke, which I found a little irritating at
first, but his hands were warm and gentle, although hard so I could
feel the bones of each finger as he touched me. They didn't speak, my
Master and the Indian, and I knelt there, rather enjoying the way the
old man was touching my face and hair.

"She's Onijwa." The man finally said, as if passing some sort of
judgement on me. "A spirit guardian." He sounded a little
satisfied, perhaps even smug about it and I wondered what that meant.

"A spirit guardian, eh?" My Master seemed to consider that.

"It will happen among the people when a spirit is born into a child.
She has the spirit of the dog within her." The old man didn't leave
a lot of room for argument, he sounded certain. "It is a blessing
that she has discovered her true self. In these times Onijwa are locked
up…" he spit out the words, "…given medicines to kill the
spirit."

"There is precious little wisdom left in the world, Whitecloud." My
Master said seriously. "That's why I'm here, maybe that's why
she found me."

"Perhaps." The Indian was nodding. "The Great Spirits do not rest
easily. She is welcome here, this Onija. She will be one of ours."

"Thank you." My Master did not smile, but he sounded a little
relieved. I didn't understand what the old man meant, but it seemed
like I didn't really need to either. "Do we need to do anything
else, or…"

"There is the Welcoming. The Onijwa must be received into the tribe,
the spirit will reveal itself to my people." The old man smiled
tightly and stroked my head. "Wisdom will return with the next full
moon. Bring her to the Table Rock when the sun retires, then she will
be welcomed."

And that was all the old man had to say. He turned and left through the
house, my Master walking with him. I yawned and stretched and lapped
some water from the big bowl we shared and a few minutes after the
noisy truck started and drove away, my Master returned alone.

"That was Whitecloud, the tribal medicine man." He told me
seriously, sitting in his chair while I knelt at his feet. "There's
been some talk, ever since those two boys saw you, that maybe…well,
maybe you're not here because you want to be."

I thought about, that trying to remember what I'd read on those
papers I'd signed so long ago. I was pretty sure I'd agreed to all
of this and I was glad that I had. I didn't know why, or how I'd
come to enjoy my new life, but it was obvious that I did. I couldn't
imagine myself any other way.

"So I've been talking to Whitecloud and he seems to think you're
special." Master smiled warmly at me, knowing I was special, "Like
a dog born in a girl's body, he says, or something like that."

I nodded with urgent agreement, my face lighting up happily. I am a
dog, I wanted to tell him, the old man was right. But of course I
wouldn't speak unless my Master wanted me to, and he plainly
didn't. He understood me just fine.

"So, we go to this welcoming ceremony, get the official blessing of
the council and there won't be anyone anywhere who can stop you from
being yourself." He chuckled softly. "All I was looking for was a
girl who liked dogs and didn't mind having a little fun with it. How
the world turns, eh Dare?"

I smiled and felt my tummy tightening the way it does when I was close
to my Master. He hadn't been so attractive to me when we'd first
met, and I found him even less appealing physically everyday I stayed
there, just as I found my attraction for my mates increasing. But the
physical part had little to do with the feelings I had for him and
having my Master nearby, his presence filling my senses, often filled
me with a great desire.

Master smiled and stroked my hair and shoulders as I buried my face in
his lap. I knew he enjoyed it when I licked and sucked his penis and
that day was no exception. As I took his rigid member in my mouth
Master called Bandy and the dog soon mounted me, so that our Master
could enjoy the sight of us coupling. It was nice for me as well, and I
had to fight through my orgasms to bring my Master the pleasure he
deserved. When Bandy drove the thick swell of his knot into my pussy,
stretching the well-taught walls of my cunt nicely, my mouth was filled
with Master's hot sperm.

He held my head so that I would suck and swallow quickly, drinking his
seed the way our Master liked and licking him slowly clean, my body
jerking wildly under Bandy's short but powerful strokes. Then he was
cumming as well, and a fresh flood of warmth filled my womb, trapped
inside me by the swollen muscle lodged tightly in my sex. I was cumming
too, one long final orgasm as I savored the remains of my Master's
satisfaction and he held my head in his gentle hands while we waited
patiently for Bandy's cock to release me.

This was the essence of my life and the moment when I was most happy.

end Ch.7

Chapter 8

I’d nearly forgotten the old man and my appointment with the tribe, as dogs tend to focus on the more immediate prospects in life. But of course when Master reminded me, calling me to his side and wrapping a blanket around me as I stood slowly, stretching and smiling, I remembered well enough. It was nearly sunset and the full moon was not yet rising, but it would come, large and yellow over the mountains and trees.

The Table Rock was a place near what passed as the only town on the reservation. We traveled mile or two up a narrow path, winding between great pines that had stood for hundreds of years, leading upward to a clearing where a natural formation of rock had created a large, odd shaped platform on the red mountain soil. It was a natural place for meetings, away from the village and the trappings of even a simple people like the tribe had been in ages past.

There was a large fire burning in the center and perhaps fifty people, perhaps more, were gathered around it loosely. Near the fire was a half circle of men, mostly old, but one or two younger faces as well, dressed in the traditional clothing of their tribe: deer skin and animal hides, tanned and decorated and looking primal. There were a couple totems, big old tree trunks stretching into the night sky, carved with faces of animals and men, or maybe just half-men, half-beast faces. It was sort of scary. This was the Council, or so my Master told me, the elders of the tribe and the persons who would decide for themselves if Whitecloud was correct.

They were serious and silent and their skin had a reddish glow, like auras from the fire in front of them. Children danced and sang and threw branches of dried pine needles onto the blaze so that it would cackle loudly and a great cloud of sparks would fly into the dark sky. Shadows moved on the rocks and trees and it was confusing and beautiful and I felt my heart racing. It was a primal setting and every aspect seemed to call me to join. My ears were ringing and I licked my lips, sniffing the air and wished my brothers were with me to enjoy it.

I howled without considering it, only hoping Bandy and the others could hear my voice. I slipped myself from under the blanket, letting it fall to the ground and I’ll confess that I had little thought of my Master, which was strange, but forgivable I think. There were voices inside me, sensations and desires and yearnings. I howled again, moving towards the fire, walking like a human woman, but behind me shadow moved like a dog.

I danced with the children, growling and tilting my head towards the moan, voicing my great joy. The men chanted and women moved silently around us, bringing wood and water and meat for a feast. There were no speeches, no incantations or magical spells. No prayers but those we all sang together across the rhythmic beating of thin doeskin stretched tight upon the great and ancient hollow logs that ranged around us.

My voice was answered as a wolf heard my sound and answered. He was coming, he said, he would find me, and I continued my passionate cries until he was there, a large and wild animal from the uplands. His eyes glowed yellow and red and he lurked in the shadows, regarding the Indians with suspicion and fear. He gave sharp barks and his back bristled, the long silver and black hair around his shoulders and spin standing stiff as he bared his fangs.

He could smell me, just as I could scent him as well. My sex was running wild at his approach, wetness running down my thighs, glistening and feeling cool in the evening air. I was close to the fire, moving slowly now, languid and cautious, upright at times, and hunched over at others and finally on my hands and knees. I arched my back, barking and calling him, the animals musk cutting through the smoke like a knife, filling my nostrils and bringing my blood to boil in my veins.

When he came at me it was quick, a dark and grey shape darting into the light of the fire, his body much larger than mine, heavy with muscle and thick fur. His eyes were narrow and bright and his jaws open so I could see his red tongue just before his shoulder hit me in the ribs, sending me sprawled onto my back. His jaws were at my throat, closing around my delicate neck as I lay there, defenseless and unmoving. I could feel the needle points of his teeth, the humidity in his breath. He straddled my body, growling softly as he held me, deciding if I was human or beast. Alive or dead.

The wolf’s mouth pulled away and his tongue raked across my left shoulder. I let out the breath I was holding, turning away my eyes and then my body, rolling over and getting on my hands and knees. He mounted me quickly then, wrapping his paws around my waist, pushing himself upright so that I groaned with the effort to support his weight. I felt his long sharp claws digging into my flesh and the smell of blood hit me, distinct and natural. I’d been cut deep on both sides and there was pain, but it was lost to the sudden penetration of the wolf’s penis as it slipped its sheath and stabbed inside me quickly.

He was large and thick and it felt like a knife drawn fresh from the forge, spearing into my belly through my sex. My body shook with the force of the animal’s thrusting, the tip of his cock driving up and in, over and over while the tribe around us went unheeded. I was lost to everything but the cock inside me, the heavy body of my new mate above me, and the brilliance of the fire before us. I stared into the flames, seeing the spirits dance and celebrate this union. I was Onijwa.

We mated for a long time, the wolf fucking me with long deep and rapid strokes while I did my best to hold us up. I was cumming often and hard and my arms and legs quivered with excitement and the strain of our exertions. Where my brothers were content to keep their front legs down when we joined, sharing the burden, my new companion was dominant and superior and he nipped at my shoulder, drawing blood when I began to sag under his weight. He kept