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Dave held Tawny’s breasts gently between in his hands while he shoved his cock up through her
cleavage over and over. His dark crown bounced up over her chin at the end of each stroke and
he grimaced from the ejaculatory impulses that came from the friction of his cock in her warm
tit-flesh. Tawny felt him shiver and his thighs get stiff and tense. She smiled and stretched her
arms out over her head, waiting for his cum to flow out onto her chin, lips and face.

She only had a few days left with Dave. The six months seemed like just days now, but on the
other hand, everything seemed different. She still enjoyed fucking Dave, she still got a warm,
special feeling when his cum filled her pussy, or her rectum, or, like now, splashed onto her skin;
but it seemed somewhat routine now. To get really excited, like she used to when a man emptied
his balls onto her or into her, she needed something more. Something a bit more physical. She
needed that little extra feeling she got from an endorphin high; either from a little fear or mystery,
or from some physical stimulation

Tawny’s thoughts were interrupted as Dave’s warm jism poured out and splattered onto her chin
and down her cheek. He pushed his cock forward and splashed another string up over her face.
Then he pulled his cock back so his final spurt dribbled between her breasts and pooled and
dripped down over her neck and collarbone. Tawny smiled and wiped the cum over her face, the
way she knew that Dave liked to see her: his cum smeared all over her face and neck while she
sucked his cum off her fingers and licked her lips, as though it was water and she was dying of
thirst.

Dave pulled away from her and she wondered if he was through with her. It was late morning and
he usually would be off to his workshop by now. Tawny watched him while he wiped the latent
cum off his cock and wondered if he also found their daily fucking routine now. You wouldn’t know
it, she thought, but then, she didn’t think she was acting bored either.

“Baby, I have to go out of town again for a few days. In fact, I wont be back when your time is
up, so this will be our goodbye.”

Tawny looked at him with her jaw open and realized her expression revealed her surprise. What to
say?, she thought. She closed her mouth and gathered her composure while she wiped her
saliva-wetted fingers on a towel.

“Just like that? Wh, what will I be doing until.” She paused, doing some fast thinking about the
time remaining. “Until I’m leaving to.” Tawny halted again, realizing she had no idea where she was
supposed to go. She wasn’t expecting this for days. Dave smiled and sat down as he finished
wiping himself.

“Come to me Tawny, here at my feet.” Dave motioned to the spot between his open legs, on the
floor. Tawny crawled the short distance to him and knelt between his thighs, looking up at him.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t really want to be here when you are finished. You see, I found
myself attached to you in a special way some time ago and I have been around long enough to
know that chasing after dreams will not do me any good. You have been a dream come true, but
only that; a dream. What you have done for me in the real world is allow me to get into
something I have always wanted, but that I can really have, and that is being a racecar owner.
This slave ownership stuff has been just a dream.”

Tawny listened and realized that her early suspicions were a fact. Dave had been romantically
interested in her, and she was likewise feeling the same way about him. But it was all just a
dream. If only we had more than one life to live, she thought to herself.

“Dave, thank you, for everything. You are so sweet and you have been a true friend to me. I
understand what you mean, I mean, about the dream and all. At least I can hope that I was a
pleasant dream for you.”

Dave leaned over and kissed her cheek and rose up. “Yes, you were a pleasant dream sweetie.
Now, I’m going to go get packed and on the road. You’ll stay here with Thunder.” Dave grinned at
that idea. “But you have an old friend coming to see you tonight too. Name is Brad; know him?”

Tawny felt a chill run through her loins at the mention of Thunder. The animal had become so
aggressive and familiar to her that mentions of the name made her pussy move. Dave had only
had her service him occasionally since she had become a regular visitor to Mistress Lynne. But,
Brad conjured up memories of her previous life, before slavery. Tawny answered.

“Brad, yes, of course. Have you met him? Is he coming because of the Company?”

Dave looked on patiently and told Tawny what he knew. “Yes and no; Brad is coming to lead you
to your next, let us call it, encounter. But he is coming a couple days early, at my invitation. And
yes, we have met, but just briefly. Long enough to convince me that you would be comfortable
seeing him early, unofficially.”

Tawny wondered about their meeting, but did not pursue the matter. Having Brad back seemed
like a trip back in time. She wondered how he would feel about her now. Like Dave, she suspected
he was romantically attached to her now, unlike when she had first been his sex partner over a
year ago. But like Dave, she wondered if he was going to pursue his emotions or just place her in
a category of fantasy dream. Tawny didn’t want the entanglements that accompanied love, or
the treacherous behavior that seemed to always accompany her rejection or a suitor. Tawny told
Dave she would be happy to see Brad again; even if it wasn’t completely true.

“It will be pleasant to see Master Brad again Sir, thank you.”

………………………………………..

Dave’s goodbye had been sweet and brief; the way Tawny preferred it. Dave was now a memory,
but his influence lingered on as she sat in the common room, eating a light dinner. Thunder paced
anxiously behind a gate that separated him from her in the next room. He looked at her, whining
once in a while, his menacing cock dangling partially out of its sheath, like a hungry animal, which
was exactly what he was. Tawny was just a little bit uncomfortable, knowing the beast watched
her just a short distance away, wanting to mount her and fuck her vigorously. She vacillated
between erotic titillation and detached boredom as she considered the probability that he would
be released on her before the night ended. Dave told her that Brad wanted to have the beast
handy when he arrived, so Tawny suspected that she would be performing for Brad shortly after
his arrival. She took her dirty plate to the kitchen and realized that Brad’s arrival would be at any
time now.

Tawny dried herself off after her bath and took the dryer to her hair. Her body was clean, free of
hair, smooth and lightly oiled and scented. Her holes were douched and lubricated; ready for
Brad’s use, if he preferred, and she certainly expected he would prefer. She walked back into the
common room, still fitting her rings through her nipples and clutching the light, black dress she
would don as she waited for Brad’s arrival. Thunder moaned and scratched at the gate when she
entered the room and Tawny knew his anxiousness had not withered over the past hour. She
walked closer to the gate that separated her from the animal and stared at the beast as she
spoke.

“Just chill Thunder. You’ll probably get what you want when Master Brad arrives. You want my
pussy don’t you, you big stud? Just like all the men, but at least you don’t disguise it.”

Tawny turned her back on the animal and brushed her long brown hair out, fluffed it and slipped
the dress over her head. It fit her snugly, following the smooth curve of her waist and hips and
clutching snugly to the curvature of her breasts. Her nipples pressed against the thin, black
fabric, forming provocative little bumps. As though on a cue, the doorbell rang, just as Tawny
was thinking, I am ready now.

Tawny stepped down to the foyer and took the handle in her hand and paused. This is it, she
thought, the door to my past, and my future. She was a slave now and Brad a Dominant, and it
would be he that leads her to her next Master, or Mistress. She pulled the door open and Brad
stood, looking at her with a blank stare. She wondered, what were His thoughts?

Brad felt his cock tighten as soon as the door opened. He had long since washed any thoughts
about having Tawny for himself from his mind. In the ensuing months since he last saw her, he
found other women to satisfy his masochistic urges and had decided, like Tawny, that romance
had no room in his life; at least not now. Tawny was a fabulous fuck, this was still true, but she
did that for anyone, not just him, and he had decided that trying to be the best fucker was going
to get him no closer to her heart than anything else. He had put her out of his dreams for a
long-term relationship, but not out of the reality of her being a class-act fucktoy. Besides, he had
concluded, other than being an incredible slut, she was no different from any other woman.

Tawny was no less beautiful in the flesh than she was in his dreams. Her light brown hair hung
slightly disheveled and she wore that sultry, come-fuck-me-hard, look accentuated by her slightly
parted lips and her penetrating eyes. The dress clutched at her curvy body and her magnificent
nipples were right there, as always, begging him to feel them and pinch them until her pussy
flooded with her fuckjuice. Her long, shapely legs extended out from the short hem of her dress
and were mounted in tall, black heels. He stepped close to her and smiled.

“Nice to see you baby. Did you miss me?”

Tawny returned his smile and followed her mentally rehearsed posture of treating him like a very
special Master. She would be open, suggestive and available for him.

“Yes Master Brad, of course. I have been looking forward to serving you in any way you desire.”

Brad took her jaw and guided his mouth over hers, kissing her with lips and tongue. Tawny sensed
he was being sexually aggressive again and guessed right away he would use her firmly and
thoroughly. She returned his kiss with her own tongue motions. Despite his familiar touch, he still
caused her heart to race and her body to shiver slightly. Brad would always be a turn-on for her
sexuality. His hands coursed over her body through her dress, feeling for any panty lines. There
were none, as he expected. He backed his face from hers and spoke.

“Oh, yes, you will serve me baby. I’ve always loved to fuck you. Now, take me up to a nice place
where you can show me a nice time, and get me a beer, or something cold to drink. I’m parched.”

Tawny smiled and led him up the short stairs to the common room. He is cold, she thought, the
love stuff is gone. He is like he was when they first met, but now, she wasn’t fucking him by
choice. He would decide what she did now. Tawny mused over that thought; over the way times
had changed. She thought back to their last encounter on the Company island. He was different
then too, but she had thought that it was because time was so short.

Tawny knew Brad could be cruel and his demeanor worried her. She watched him when she came
back from the kitchen with a cold beer and a glass. Brad had sat down in a chair. He took the
beer, touched her hand and glanced at Thunder, who was still stamping back and forth behind the
restraining gate at the door. Tawny saw his glance. He smiled and looked back to her.

“Your friend?”

Tawny knew he knew all about Thunder. After all, Dave had told her that Brad wanted him to be
available. Tawny gave him a reply she knew he would enjoy.

“Master Thunder and I are acquainted, yes Sir.”

Brad laughed cruelly. “Ah yes, Tawny, you lovely slut, you have come a long way, down, I’d say.
So, Master Thunder is it?”

Tawny was perplexed by the remark. She wanted to scream at him. It was he; after all, that was
always scheming to get her to do bestiality. And he never referred to her as a slut before. Now,
when she is doing what he had always wanted, he decides to cut her down for doing it! She felt
humiliated and angry. It was just the sort of thing that happens when a sex partner becomes
emotionally involved, she thought. If it were a year ago, she’d be out the door. But it wasn’t a
year ago, she was a slave to him, so she swallowed her emotions and obeyed him.

Brad could easily see, from the look on her face, that he was cutting deep, hurting her. But that
was what he wanted. After all, if he couldn’t have her, than why not hurt the bitch. She was just
a slave now, and she had to obey him. He decided to cut the small talk and get right to the fun.

“Take your dress off for me slut.”

Tawny held her mouth shut, feeling anger well up inside as she watched him sitting there, coy
and in control, sipping his beer. She didn’t even want to show him her body, but she slipped her
shoulder straps down her arms and wiggled the dress down off her figure. Her breasts floated free
as she bent to slip the single piece sheath of cloth down off her hips. She laid the dress on a
nearby chair, brushed her hair back off her face and stood naked before him.

Brad wiggled his finger, beckoning her to him. Tawny stepped closer and his finger reached out to
flick her clit ring. Tawny felt a ripple of pleasure wind through her pussy and she could feel her
labia spread and moisten, like a gentle flower opening on a cool summer morning. Brad played at
her lips a moment, and then sniffed his fingers. He glanced behind her at Thunder. Tawny could
hear the dog pacing and panting, knowing that it was becoming excited by her scent.

“You’re ripe, Tawny, ripe like a bitch in heat. And I’m not the only one that recognizes that.”

Tawny swallowed and closed her eyes as she tried to will her scent back into her pussy, an
impossible task, but one she wished for at the moment. Brad stood up abruptly and patted her
ass as he stepped toward Thunder’s door.

“You wait here, I think we should let your “Master” join in on the excitement.”

Tawny felt humiliated and angry. Brad was going to withhold his own sexual pleasure to emphasize
that she was, in his eyes, only a slut, a bitch, fit for use by animals. Tawny heard the gate jiggle
and then the paws tramped onto the wooden floor of the common room and a moment later
Thunder was there, nuzzling his snout against her thigh, his tongue flicking over her ring, sliding
his rough tongue over her wet crevice.

“Loosen up, bitch, go be a slut for your other Master. I’ll watch.”

That was it then, she thought. She would have to fuck Thunder while he drank his beer and
watched her. She swallowed her anger and looked away from Brad. Tawny already knew that it
would only take a few moments and she’d be ready to fuck for the beast. The animal knew how
to set her mood on fire and all she had to do is give in. She caressed Thunder’s head as she
stepped back a pace onto the soft rubber mat that had served as her platform so many times in
the past as the animal took her. Thunder lapped hungrily into her pussy and Tawny opened her
legs further to accommodate him. After a few moments, her ripples of pleasure submerged her
anger and she drifted off into a sexual frenzy of pleasure. She bent, looked under the beast and
saw that the shaft was already hard and fully free of its sheath.

Brad sat back in his chair after slipping his pants off so his cock was free. Tawny glanced as he
sat. His cock was erect too, a full nine inches, very similar in size to Thunder.

“Damn that animal is hung like me sweetie. No wonder you like fucking him so much. Lets see it
now, come on, fuck for him like a good little slut.”

Tawny held the dog’s head at bay and slipped down to her knees. She reached back to touch the
shaft, thinking she might need to start orally, but there was already a stream of liquid flying from
the big animal cock. Tawny knew it was already past time for penetration and the animal’s knot
was already detectable as a slight bulge near the base of the cock. Tawny spun around onto her
hands and knees, twisting her body so that her pussy would be visible to Brad. She steadied
herself, setting her knees open and arched her back. A moment later Thunder was on her back,
clutching at her with his paws. She curved her hips down and forward and drew her hand up over
her smooth pussy. Brad leaned, watching the inverted vee formed by her thighs and swallowed a
gulp of beer as he saw the animal’s cock flailing about her slit, spurting streams of clear liquid out
with every pump of the fat, red shaft. Tawny’s hand guided it to her slit and the shaft sank
neatly into her wet, pink gash. The dog began to move his feet one way, then another and his
cock pumped wildly, like a piston, in and out of his slave’s cunt. The dog was panting and Brad
could hear Tawny murmur and moan softly.

The initial depth of the penetration surprised Tawny. Thunder had hit deep on his first thrust and
pushed hard into her cervix, giving her an aching feeling deep in her pussy. It pumped back and
then in again, deeply, and she felt a series of erotic ripples as he continued to fuck her with fast,
deep thrusts. Tawny closed her eyes, let her head sag and moved her hips back into the animal’s
thrusts, catching his rhythm and enjoying the erotica that always accompanied a strong,
persistent fucking. The piston motion into her pussy went on and on and Tawny began to shiver
and buck in irregular movements.

Brad watched in amazement. He was surprised at how fast Tawny had transitioned from an angry,
wounded woman into a wildly fucking whore at the insistence of the animal on her back. She
moaned and writhed under the beast, just like she did when he used to fuck her hard and long.
The thought made him wish he had taken the first turn with her.

Tawny could feel the cock was not penetrating as far now and she knew, from experience, that it
was because his knot was forming at his base, preventing several inches from slipping through her
labia until he forced his knot. But the trade-off was faster, shallower thrusts and after several
minutes, her pussy collapsed tightly onto the shaft and she moaned out loud as the ripples of
erotic pleasure became uncontrollable waves of ecstasy. Tawny had her first, strong orgasm after
only a few minutes. The cum flowed from her pussy, mixing with the flow of hot animal discharge
that flooded her pussy. Her thighs became wet with the liquid as it flowed from around the
thrusting, red shaft and coated her thighs all the way to the mat. Tawny could feel her knees
slipping on the goo, but she knew nothing would make the animal stop until he was finished with
her.

Brad grasped his throbbing cock as he watched the animal fuck his slave. She moved under the
animal, rocked her body, moaned and carried on like a bitch in heat. Thunder worked his cock into
her in fast, short thrusts, pounding her labia with his swollen knot and panting. Brad pumped his
shaft now, watching and breathing heavily as the scene before him ignited his sexual impulses.
This was better, far better than the last time he watched her taken by a beast, he thought.

Tawny shivered and murmured as the cock relentlessly fucked her, and then she could feel it, the
knot, as it pushed against her labia, trying to force its way into her. She pushed back against it,
relaxing herself after her first orgasm drifted away. She felt the bulge penetrate into the inner
layer of her labia, but stopped short of full vaginal penetration. She knew she would have to force
the issue with her Master. Instead of rocking her hips now, she stopped and began to press
backwards with her body, pushing her pussy against the shaft. The animal made strange sounds,
a combination bark and whine and then the pumping stopped. Tawny pushed back, pressing her
slot onto his shaft and then she sensed it, felt the erotic ache as her labia spread wide and then
over the lump at the base of the animal’s cock. Her pussy enveloped the knot and she tensed,
letting her own vaginal muscles suck the shaft deeper into her cunt. The tip was pressing into her
cervix, making her ache within, but she squeezed and pushed back so the beast would remain
firmly planted in her pussy.

Brad leaned over further, changing his angle of view just in time to see the pink folds of her pussy
wrap around the knot and hide it from his view. Thunder’s head came down and rested on her
shoulder and his motions stopped. Brad looked at his watch. The animal had been fucking her
heavily for a little more than fifteen minutes. Now the motions stopped and the two remained
locked tightly at her pussy. The bulging knot pressed out against her clit from within and Tawny
reached back, touching the bud with her fingertip. It was the additional stimulation she needed
and she groaned as another powerful orgasm overcame her. Brad watched in awe as Tawny
began to shiver again and she screamed out loud while her pussy twisted on the imbedded shaft
and she gasped her way through a second orgasm. No wonder these sluts like to fuck a dog, he
thought to himself. Brad stroked his cock and watched until his own cock was very close to
spewing out his cum, but he held his hand still, belaying his orgasm.

Tawny breathed deeply and unevenly. It felt like a giant plug had been forced into her body and
pressed into her with a retaining strap. There was pressure on her cervix, her vagina ached dully
as the knot continued to swell and press her elastic walls out from around the bulging flesh.
Tawny began to feel tired, her arms ached from holding the weight of the animal on her back, but
any move brought a sullen growl from the beast and Tawny froze, fearful of a physical reprisal
from her canine Master. She could feel warm liquid flow down her thighs as the animal’s discharge
continued to seep from around his knot. Tawny’s pussy moved within her and then Thunder
moved, lifting his head and his cock began to make small jerking motions inside her pussy.

Tawny knew the dog would be filling her with his seed at any moment, but feet appeared in her
field of view. Suddenly, Brad was kneeling in front of her and his hand lifted his shaft to her
mouth. Tawny took it immediately and sucked on him gently. It only took a short while. Brad
tensed and his cum began to spew into her mouth. At the same moment Tawny felt a warm flow
deep in her tummy. Her pussy reacted instinctively, tightening, grasping until it was painful and
then it would relax and she trembled as another orgasm filled her loins and the animal spilled his
hot cum deep into his bitch’s womb.

Tawny thought it would never end, the hot, wet goop pumped into her cunt in a long, warm
spurt, similar to the feel of a warm water douche. Meanwhile, Brads cum was flowing into her
mouth and she swallowed him after letting it fill her mouth. The feeling was surreal, cum flowing
into her mouth as she felt it fill her pussy. Brad slipped his cock away from her when he had
finished spewing his load and Tawny licked her lips while the animal’s cum continued to flow. After
several minutes the flow finally stopped, but the animal continued to remain tightly locked to her
what seemed to be an eternity. Finally, after several minutes, Thunder stirred, pulling back some,
pressing his knot against her tight labia. Tawny groaned as the knot popped out from the
clutching walls of her vagina and the beast hopped off her back casually and suddenly. The flow
of hot wetness followed the cock out, washing down her inner thighs like a stream of water. The
feeling made her feel so erotic that she moaned through a slow, soft orgasm in her pussy. She
breathed deeply, her pussy collapsed upon itself, pushing more animal fluid from her tunnel and
onto her thighs and then she sank onto the floor, resting her head on her folded arms, feeling
used and fucked and totally satisfied.

Brad went back to his chair and watched the cum flow from Tawny’s pussy as Thunder walked to
the edge of the pad and flopped onto the floor. He licked at his deflating cock and Brad sipped at
his beer, amazed again by the erotica of the image before him. He wanted to fuck her now, but
not in all that goo in her pussy, so he pushed her with his foot and motioned her onto her back.

Tawny laid back, still dazed from Thunder’s fucking, but Brad was still fresh. He straddled her
chest, planting his hard cock between her breasts, so Tawny lifted her hands to her breasts and
pressed them together for him. He shifted his hips, fucking her tits as he looked down at her with
a slight smile.

“Yes Tawny, you are one very sexy slut. You have gotten very good, fuckin’ that dog. Now I’m
gonna fuck you in every opening you have. And that’s not all I have on my mind.”

The ensuing 48 hours was an endless series of fucks at the hands of Brad. He took her in the
pussy, in the ass, she sucked him and he whipped her all over and fucked her more. He seemed
insatiable and when he did tire, he brought out Thunder to fuck her more while he rested. When it
came time to leave, Tawny was sore, tired and satisfied, completely.