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Dave looked at his friend and started a conversation he had been thinking about all weekend. “I
think we need to talk Kevin.”

Dave sat in the common room having beer while the clock turned past noon and waited for Tawny
to finish her entertainment of Phil. Kevin took a long gulp and wiped his face. He turned to Dave
and began talking.

“Phil’s probably working her over with that fuckin’ sybian thing of his. He had some whore going
nuts all weekend once and he had me come watch it for a while. I’ll bet that bitch of yours is
getting along with it very well.” He paused…”So what’s the talking about? What’s on your mind
Dave?”

“Kevin, I know what you do to women. I wanted to bring you in this weekend especially because
you have that talent. You can do things that I just haven’t got in me, but remember, she’s my
property.”

Kevin held up his hand. “Hey, no problem buddy, I wont break her, physically anyway.” Kevin
laughed with a cackling shriek that tended to insult a person’s patience. Dave just smiled and
filled his beer glass.

“Yea, I trust you Kevin, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. There are some other things you should
know though. She really IS owned, you know. I mean it, no shit, and you need to understand that
I’m not the one that you need to worry about if you cross certain boundaries, which I know
you’ve done with some other girls.” Dave paused for emphasis “I’m serious as a heart attack, if
you damage her, I mean something that takes more that a day, maybe two at best, to disappear,
your balls may find themselves on the wrong end of a very sharp knife.”

Kevin looked bored. “Shit, that little bitch could never get near me.”

Dave cut him off. “I’m not talking about her, buddy, not that you give her due credit. She’s a lot
tougher than you think and I swear she could knock the shit out of any three men in a bar;
believe me. She can move like a goddamned she-devil if provoked, but no, it isn’t her you have to
worry about. It’s her owners, her real owners.”

Dave’s concern got Kevin’s attention. Kevin listened while Dave filled him in on the restrictions
that the company placed on the care and handling of their pleasure slave. Kevin listened, but
seemed unconcerned.

“I would never want to damage these goods anyway Dave and from what you told me, there is no
reason why I can’t have this one eating out of my hand. I know she’s yours, but I’m gonna train
her a bit, make her need me, if even just for certain periods.”

Dave grinned. “Hey, you got her this afternoon and Saturday, but what thinks you can have
more?”

“Because I got what you want Dave, or rather what you need; the parts, the engine, the
contacts. I know you want in on the racing circuit, and if she is what I want, and it looks like she
is, we can do some trading. You also need her to be a little more, obedient, should we say, don’t
you?”

Dave was hoping Kevin would make such an offer. It seemed like such a sweet deal. Kevin would
train her to be a real submissive and he could get his racecar finished and into the circuit.

“Yes, Kevin, I think we see eye to eye. I still want her to do Thunder good but other than that,
I’m ready to deal.”

“Thunder? Oh yea, that fuckin’ dog thing you want her to do. Does she know?”

“Well, I haven’t specifically said that I want her to do it for me, but I have a video of her doin’
one and I’ve put it on for her, so she knows that I know and she knows I like it.” Dave fussed
with his beer bottle nervously.

“Why don’t you stop with that bestiality crap? I don’t want some whore that’s been doing a dog
on the end of my cock. If you don’t think a good fuck now, wait ’til I lay some influence on her.
You haven’t seen real submission yet. After today, she’ll be looking for a way to avoid me I bet”

“Dave brightened up. “Well, that’s just it Kevin. After you ‘train’ her a bit, I’ll have no problem
getting her down in front of that animal. In fact, she’ll welcome it as an alternative to going back
to you.”

“Sounds like a deal Dave. After I’m through with her, she’ll be begging you to put her in his kennel.
Not that she should have any choice anyway. Like I said, you just don’t know how to handle a
real submissive Dave. Just remember, after I train her, I want her back for a while again.”

Dave thought for a moment. “Yea, Kevin, that sounds good, sounds real good. I was afraid I was
getting too sympathetic with her. I’ll let you have her some more, after I get what I want.” Dave
smiled, thinking about the video of that dog mounting her hips. “After all, she’ll be taken away
from me in a few more months, so I may as well get what I can out of her while I can.”

Kevin smiled. He had wanted to work on Tawny from the moment he first saw her. She was just
the kind of woman he liked to break. She was strong, independent and put out good enough to
capture any man’s cock, if not his heart. Thankfully, he thought, Dave had a hungry pocket to go
along with his soft heart and perverted mind. Now he could have her next week, and more, if he
wanted. All he had to do is keep feeding Dave’s racing fever, and give him a real bitch back after
his training.

……………………………………………………

Nearly an hour had passed since Dave had come and gotten her from Phil. She had her shower
and fixed all her apertures while Dave watched her and shared some of his wisdoms with her.
Tawny had come to like Dave, really like him, because he always made her feel like she was doing
a good job as his slave and he seemed to like looking at her and fucking her so much. She was
always happy to do what he wanted, but what he was telling her now had her frightened.

“This is your last session for the weekend baby, and Kevin’s gonna have you. You know, he can
be a little severe. I don’t think I’ve really prepared you for someone like him. But, I want you to
be a good girl for him, he can be a big help to me in some ways.”

Normally, Tawny would avoid facing a violently strict Dom, but it seemed so important to Dave.
Besides, she told herself, she really didn’t have a choice. She could ask Dave not to make her go,
but that would be going against her creed, of taking advantage of a Master’s soft spot. If Dave
thought it was safe, she could endure it for him. And besides, she had been with tough guys
before and somehow; they always ended up being another helping of good sex for her. Why
should this Kevin be any different?

………………………………………………

Tawny stood silently in the middle of the room and waited for Kevin. Dave had left her there,
naked, without any of her body jewelry and in the big room containing nothing but a bed and a
straight wooden chair and a hutch. The floor was bare wood, except for a large animal fur carpet
in front of a fireplace. It was a gas fireplace and Dave had lit it just before he left. Tawny had
not been in this room at all yet and the strangeness scared her: the room’s unfamiliarity combined
with the fear she already harbored from Kevin’s demeanor, combined to make her feel very naked,
exposed and uneasy.

The door finally opened and Tawny’s body translated her tenseness into an elevated heartbeat.
She turned, looked and saw Kevin as he closed the door behind him. He was wearing leather
shorts, nothing else. His bare chest was sculptured and muscular. He had a bag in his left hand
and a whip coiled in his right. The whip was one of those kinds with all the strands of leather
hanging out the end. The sight of him made her body shiver and she couldn’t keep her lip from
quivering. It suddenly felt cold in the room. She tried to remain calm, but she knew he’d see the
fearfulness on her face and through her involuntary body movements; the shaking lip, the wide
eyes.

Kevin looked at his prey like a wolf near the kill. She had big eyes, like a scared animal. It was
perfect, he thought, she would be a pure joy to control and she was so fucking beautiful. Her
naked body made his cock swell and he had to keep his mind on his goal to resist just taking her
first. She was staring at him. Perfect, he thought, just what he expected, and just what he
wanted.

Kevin stepped near to her, set the bag down and looked at her with a weak smile. He raised his
hand quickly and slapped her with an open hand, flat across her cheek. Tawny shrieked and
turned her head away, grabbing her burning cheek.

“I thought you’re supposed to be a slave. Slaves don’t stare at their Master. Put your fuckin’ eyes
down like you’re supposed to, and kneel bitch, show me what you know about submitting to a
man. I don’t have time to waste teaching you fundamentals.”

Tawny went quickly to the floor on her knees and reached into her rich knowledge bank of
submissive ritual to satisfy his obvious preferences. She felt sick, because she hadn’t been with
him a minute before she was already chalking up a bad performance. Dave deserved better, she
thought. She shivered and adjusted herself with her knees widespread and her chest up. She
rested her hands, palms up, on the insides of her thighs. She felt her breasts rise and she was
hoping her stance and her physical attributes might somehow gain his appreciation back.

Kevin walked around her, letting the cold tips of the whip scrape over the soft flesh of her
shoulders, her breasts, her cheek. He stopped behind her and squatted so his knees touched her
arms. She felt his breath on her neck as he leaned over, looking down over her shoulder. The
silence kept her anxiety at a high pitch and she could feel her heart pound in her chest. Moments
passed like hours.

Kevin put his nose near her shoulder. She smelled beautiful. He could sense her smell, her pussy,
open, pink and inviting. Her nipples were pointed, hard, and seemed to beg for his touch as they
floated atop her soft, curved breasts. He could feel his penis swell in his leather shorts. Her
presence begged him to take her, but he knew he could be strong, resist the temptation, and put
off his desire for a greater prize. He reached next to him; felt in his bag for the implements he
needed. He spoke softly into her ear.

“Put your hands behind you please.”

Tawny flinched. His voice frightened her, like a thunderclap frightens a child. She pulled her arms
behind her, placing them at the small of her back, her shoulders came back, she felt her breasts
rise and she could almost feel his glare on her breasts, and that pleased her.

Kevin found the leather strap he was feeling for and pulled it from the bag. He moved quickly now.
He watched her breasts rise and jut outward as the girl moved her hands backward at his
command and his cock responded, begging him to put off his work and take her. Every motion
temped his male instincts to fuck her. He lifted the leather collar and fit it around her neck. Her
flesh was soft, delicate and warm. His fingers paused, feeling her flesh as his fingers worked the
leather band around the soft pedestal that connected her head to her beautiful body.

Tawny felt the leather caress her neck. She felt his fingers on her skin, knew he was thinking,
watching her. She closed her eyes and remembered the image of his big menacing cock in front of
her face the other day; the look in his eyes as he pulled his fist back on his shaft and it pumped a
long stream of his cum outward and onto her face and her body. She wanted his cock in her and
she knew he must want the same, but he kept still, touching only her neck. The leather closed on
her neck and she heard a series of clicks as he pressed the end of the collar into the locking
device and the collar tightened around her neck. A strange feeling came over her. The tightness
at her neck was real, but the emotional feeling was greater. He was taking control of her, he was
resisting her temptations and taking his own course and she knew she would have to follow. The
path he was taking her down was strange and it frightened her.

Kevin felt a wave of relief as the collar closed tightly on the bitch’s neck. Somehow he was afraid
she would move, turn and look at him and he would follow his instinct and take her, but he had
won. His collar was on her; tightly closed on her neck and that renewed his resolve. He reached
into his bag again and felt the wide leather bands of the cuffs and pulled them out; and he lifted
out the heels too and dropped them on the floor next to the bag. Kevin stood up behind her.

“Put them on and then stand.”

Kevin stayed behind her, holding the cuffs, not wanting to look at her face until he had her the
way he wanted her. He still felt an urge to take her, but it was easier to resist now as he
contemplated the control he would have over this marvelous piece of flesh. He watched as she
moved onto her feet and crouched, pulling the heels to her feet and gracefully placed her foot
onto the narrow ledge that would serve as a shaky foundation for her body.

“Lock them on, snugly.”

Tawny heard his voice; calm, directive, stern, and wrapped the locking strap tightly around her
ankle. The black shoes were narrow and the heels were long and pointed. They fastened to her
feet with straps and the ankle strap had a locking device so that once they were on, they would
not come off. She would have difficulty moving in them and the locking straps added to her sense
of entrapment and display as a model of femininity and powerlessness. Tawny stood up slowly
after locking her ankle in the second shoe. She faltered momentarily while she balanced on the
tiny heels. She felt his hands on her wrists, lifting them up and together. Her body was forced
forward some at the waist and then the leather touched her wrists, wrapping them in a wide, four
inch cuff and she heard the metallic click of the locking device that set the cuffs firmly around
her wrists. She felt another wave of anxiety sweep over her. He let her wrists go and Tawny
pulled her arms apart, but was stopped by the cuffs that were attached, one to another. She
caught a glimpse of him as he came from behind her. She looked down again, to the floor,
obediently evading his stare.

She looked perfect, he thought, as he came around her, looking at her tall, thin form balanced so
precariously on the tall, black heels that captured her feet. With the heels she was almost as tall
as his six feet. Her soft brown hair hung unkempt, just touching her shoulders. Her soft skin
glowed under the bright light in the ceiling. The dark tone of her skin made her look healthy and
fit, her breasts were so perfectly uplift and accented by firm, dark areola and stiff, pointed
nipples that begged to be touched. Her venus-mons; smooth, soft, devoid of any trace of hair;
naked, exposed, and her nether lips, darkly pink and open just enough to tease the eyes with a
glossy pink inner lining that invited a taste or to envelop a male organ in a soft blanket of
pleasure. Her legs were thin, but muscle-toned, and like the rest of her body, smooth and
graceful looking as they reached up to their terminus at her beautiful ass; firm, tanned, round and
seemingly designed for the grasp of a hand. He looked at her down-looking face. Her high
cheekbones were evident, soft and sculpted. Her light brown eyebrows gently curved like the
wing of a graceful bird. Her eyelashes were long, like small brushes, hiding her eyes from his gaze.

He wanted to reach out and touch her cheek, feel her skin, look into her eyes, but he resisted.
He had to defeat her first, make her submit to him, make her his servant, not the other way
around. In his slightly twisted mind he saw what was happening, she was having her way with
everyone; with Dave, the others. She was having the pleasure, making them give her the sex she
wanted, not the other way around, like it was meant to be. He would fix all that.

Kevin stooped and picked up his whip. He flicked the hard leather handle and the six leather
strands shook menacingly just inside Tawny’s view. He folded it and hung it on his leather shorts.
He stooped again, out of Tawny’s view, reached into his bag and grasped a short leather strap
and a long, shiny chain with a leather handle. He wiggled the semi-stiff strap in his right hand.

Tawny could feel the icy glare from his eyes as he examined her body. She could do nothing but
balance on her high heels, waiting, hoping he would want to take her now. Her hands were
fastened behind her, she was helpless and her pussy was moving within her. The atmosphere, the
tension, the anticipation, made her vulva drool. He must see it, she thought, he must want her.
But Tawny was afraid that Kevin would be different. She was afraid he was going to take from her
and give nothing in return. He was going to use her and please himself. This is what she had often
dreamed of, but had never really had, she thought. She didn’t know if she would like it, so she
had placed herself in a position where it might be forced on her, but she had not actively sought
it. She had come close, with Darla and with Brad, but Kevin was different. He made her shiver, he
was going to take her in a different way and that made her frightened and excited.

Kevin felt her flinch when his fingers rested on her ass. He liked that; she was frightened. It gave
him the confidence that he could mold this bitch quickly, and then he could fuck her. The thought
made his cock swell, so he stayed behind her, not wanting her to see how she affected him. He
turned her so she faced the bed and then hooked the chain to her collar, like a leash, and pulled
her. She took a few small, precarious steps on her tiny heels and he knew what she was thinking,
that he was going to take her now, but she was wrong. He looked over her shoulder, looked at
the jutting point of her nipple and then flicked his wrist.

Tawny felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. He was taking her to the bed now, but the
searing pain and the loud slap erased her thoughts. It felt like a branding iron on her right ass
cheek and she screamed out and jerked her body, almost loosing her balance on the pointed heels
of her captive shoes. Her heart raced and the sting turned quickly into a hot spot on her left ass
cheek. He tugged the leash tightly, letting her know he had her and spoke to her from behind her
left ear.

“Let me get this straight now little miss bitch, you are a slave, is that right?”

Tawny answered quickly and politely. “Yes Master Kevin.”

The leather strap moved with lightning speed again, injecting another spear of pain into her
burning right cheek. Tawny held her voice this time and barely moved in reaction to the painful
touch.

“But you’ve been a naughty slave Tawny. Haven’t you?”

Tawny swallowed. Not certain what to say. The leather strap connected on her cheek again and
then again. Tawny blurted out a sob and tears filled her eyes. The sting, in the same spot was
nearly unbearable. She moved forward a small step and shivered, her lips quivered. He was hurting
her and she didn’t know what he wanted. But maybe she did know, she had felt this before, with
Brad. He wanted her to tell the truth, to bear her soul to him.

“Maybe, just maybe, if you let it out and tell me the truth, I’ll vary the spot.”

The leather slapped on her right cheek again and the sound faded in Tawny’s ears, smothered by
the sting. The pain struck deep and she cried out.

“Please, Master Kevin, please, don’t.”

Kevin smiled. He watched the tears, knew he could maybe do one more without damaging Dave’s
precious property. “Talk to me bitch.” The strap lanced out onto her right cheek once more and
Tawny yelped and moved again.

“Yes, yes, I’ve been bad Sir, I’ve been naughty and bad.”

The strap fell again, harder this time and the sting penetrated deep, but on her left cheek this
time. Tawny stifled her tears and gasped for breath. Her pussy turned in her belly; she felt her
liquids flow onto her nether lips. God, I wish he’d fuck me now, she thought, like Tom had.

The strap struck again and then again. The pain built and hit deeply into her left cheek. Her eyes
flooded again. Tawny gasped and begged between sobs and the strike of the strap and thought
of running, but to where?

“Please Master Kevin, please don’t, not more, please, it hurts.”

Kevin smiled more. She knew, he thought, she knew what she’s been doing. I was right, he
thought.

“Talk to be bitch, talk to me.”

The strap fell again and then again. Tawny stepped forward to avoid another, but her shins
rested against the bed and she almost fell onto it. Kevin looked at her red ass. No more, he
thought, her skin can’t take another from the strap, but it has done its work. He grabbed her
wrists and lifted them sharply. Tawny was forced forward and her head fell onto the bed. Her
searing, hot ass was curved up and in the air where Kevin could easily slap her more and Tawny
shuddered with fear.

“I’ve been topping Master Kevin, I’ve been taking all the pleasure.”

She blurted out what she knew was true, what she hoped it was he wanted to know. The
revelation made him pause. She did know! he thought. What a fucking whore! I’ll have her now;
he smiled to himself. He disconnected the wrist straps and yanked back on the leash, pulling her
back onto her feet. He placed his lips next to her ear and snarled into it.

“You need to be whipped bitch, whipped until you figure out your place, whipped so your not
naughty anymore. Have you ever been whipped bitch, I mean, really whipped, like a submissive
bitch ought to be?”

Kevin handled her roughly and pulled and pushed her over to the rug before the fireplace. He left
her there a moment and went to the side mantle and released a rope that went up to the ceiling.
A metal ring came down, lower, over her head and Kevin shouted his next order.

“Hands over your head baby, this is gonna hurt like hell too.”

Tawny felt her heart race, he moved quickly, roughly, he seemed full of hatred and anger and
Tawny suddenly felt bad, like she had been doing something bad and she was responsible, but
now Kevin was going to save her from her own guilt; redeem her. She lifted her arms up and
sniffled as she contemplated the brutal treatment he would give to her once she was tied.

Kevin came to her, wrestled with her raised hands from behind, hooking her securely to the metal
ring above her. Above the ring was a metal bar she could grasp with her hands to take the
pressure off her wrists and she felt tension when Kevin hauled on the rope and the ring went up
until her body was straight up and down and she balanced precariously on her heels. He waved
the whip menacingly in her field of view. She was so tempted to look up, to see his eyes, to beg
him to be gentle with her, but she was too afraid of what he might do. Did Dave tell him about
the Company rules, she thought? Her heart raced and her body flexed as she braced to receive
his anger.

Kevin came close to her again, rested his chest against her hard, up thrust nipple, his lips came
to her ear.

“I can gag you, but it doesn’t matter, no one can hear you scream in here. This is for all those
times that you were a bad girl Tawny. I’m going to make you into a proper slave. You want to be
a good slave, don’t you Tawny?”

Tawny felt strangely relieved. She wanted this, wanted to be a good slave. “Yes Master Kevin I
do want to be a good slave.”

Kevin kissed her on the mouth and then pushed his tongue into her ear.

“Then bear with me baby, I’m going to make you real good, and when you come back to see me
Saturday, I’ll make you even better. Now, think of all the ways you can be a good save for
Master Dave and Master Kevin while I relieve you of your pesky streak of dominance.”

Kevin stepped away and Tawny felt a final wave of doubt and anxiety flow over her body. She
tensed. Kevin saw it, recognized it as a final doubt, and then he dragged his arm back and
painted the leather tails over her middle. Tawny gasped. The pain sunk into her from all along the
red streaks that the leather left across her belly and her ribs. She pulled on the rope above her
and her body jerked, but the second lash followed quickly and then the third and soon she was
crying and begging for Kevin to stop.

Kevin watched her transition from stoic resistance to fear and then into pity as he expertly
worked the whip over her beautiful flesh. He knew just how much he could use it before he had to
move to another area. Normally he would vary the spot, but since he was limited to no skin
damage, he had to work one spot at a time, bringing her to the maximum level of discomfort
before going to a new area of her body. He didn’t like this method, because it gave the impression
that he was rewarding her every time he moved the aim, but the rules offered him no choice.

Tawny felt like she couldn’t bear it another second. The whip bit into her belly. The pain seemed
to be a sum of the number of leather tongues on the whip times the number of lashes that Kevin
had laid upon her there. She screamed out and begged and cried, but he didn’t leave her burning
belly until he wanted. Then he moved the lashes onto her breasts.

Kevin worked his way around the bitch’s body. He was getting a raging hard-on from watching
her. She was the best one he had ever done. As she fucked well, she also squirmed and cried
well. He wondered if, maybe, she was faking it, putting on a show it was so good. She reacted to
every lash, every leather tongue. Her skin glowed red, with slight welts here and there and every
time he moved the aim, her body built up to a shouting crescendo, just like the first set across
her belly. He wouldn’t have time today, but Saturday he would beat her inner thighs and her
pussy as well and then she’d fuck like a good slave. He whipped the bitch on her thighs, her back,
her ass again, her breasts a second time.

Kevin had worked up a sweat from his exertions. The bitch hung there, murmuring and sweating;
her body was covered with red welts and reddened skin, but he knew that the welts would
subside within an hour or so and the redness would fade before the following day, but the memory
would hold on to the experience. He laid down the whip and looked at her. Now, he thought, now
I can fuck it, and fuck it hard. He would need to rape her, hold her down and fuck her so she felt
like she was being violated and used.

Kevin loosened the rope and tawny sunk down to her knees. As her ass touched her heels she
flinched and lifted her body, the mere touch of heel to her hot flesh stung her. Kevin came to her,
pulled on her leash and brought her to her feet. Tawny shivered and thought to look at him, but
the fear of a further whipping stifled her instinct. She felt the collar pull at her neck and she
followed, clumsily, as in an out of body experience until she fell on the bed as he jerked her collar
over the side of the bed. She writhed on the bed as her hot, sore flesh touched the cool surface
of the sheet.

Kevin watched her twist and jerk when he pushed her sensitized body onto the bed. He paused
only a moment while he ripped his shorts off and let his throbbing cock loose from its confines. He
looked at his rock-hard spear and then at the beautiful feminine form moving on the bed and felt
powerful and conquering. He grabbed a tube from his bag that lay at the foot of the bed and
quickly squeezed out a healthy dab of desensitizing cream and smeared it over his cock head. He
rubbed it in as he watched the bitch wiggle uncomfortably on the bed and then he mounted the
bed and grabbed her leash, tugged her neck and slapped her face.

“Get your hands up over your head bitch, grab the headboard!”

Tawny heard the voice, as in a dream, or a nightmare. She sobbed and turned her head and felt
her cheek burn from his slap. She shivered in fear and reached up, hoping to stop him through her
obedience. She felt so helpless, her body ached and burned where it contacted the bed and her
heart was racing, her body sweating. Her hands grasped the bars of the headboard and then his
body came across hers. His chest was there, in front of her eyes and she felt the hot throbbing
cock on her sensitive breast. His hands were moving at her wrists and then she pulled down and
felt the resistance. Her wrists were fastened around the headboard and she was immobilized
under him. He slid down her body and she turned her face away, not daring to look at him and his
leg came between hers and she opened her thighs to him.

Kevin leaned back and knelt between her opened thighs. He looked at her face. Like a good slave,
she was looking to the side as if disinterested. He looked at her pink slit. It was still open, slick,
wet with her telltale instinct to receive a male. He reached with his fingers; felt the warm liquid
that coated her cunt and his cock throbbed. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted. He
thought of tasting her more, but this was not the time for that. That would be too pleasurable for
her, first he needed to conquer her in a primordial way. He probed her cunt again, dipping two
fingers into her tight envelope and brought his finger up again.

The touch within her pussy revived her. It was a sensation of a different kind. He had used her
and pleasured himself at her expense, but this feeling was one of sharing. She moaned and rolled
her hips in a small circle as his fingers moved gently in her pussy. She felt disappointment when
he pulled them from her and then his fingers came to her lips and she sucked them. Her taste
made her hungry for sex and she sucked and swallowed until he pulled his fingers from her again.
There was a pause and then her body shook and she groaned as his body came onto hers and
touched her hot flesh. She closed her eyes tight and then the hard flesh pressed against her lips
and the shaft pushed up into her in a hard, continuous thrust that split her pussy open. Tawny
gasped and arched her body, the pleasure of his insertion mixing with the discomfort she felt over
her body from her tortured skin.

Kevin leaned on his hands and thrust his hips into her. Her pussy felt as marvelous as he had
imagined, sheathing his tense cock in a blanket of warm, wet pleasure. Even with the reduced
sensation she felt good. He jabbed it deep, until he felt his head press into something solid, deep
in her pussy and his pubis pressed hard into her soft, smooth mound. He shook and pumped
against her clit and ground his cock into her in a series of hard, solid thrusts. God, but she felt
good, he thought! He paused, feeling her grovel under him and her little murmurs told him that she
was both crying out in pain and pleasure. The time had come, he thought, and he began to pump
his cock in and out of her with long, powerful thrusts meant to conquer her. It would be work for
him, but hard work had its rewards. He had to fuck her long and hard and stave off his urge to
cum and experience told him he could hold it until the end of his time with her and make her cum
repeatedly before his cock finally yielded to the siren call of her soft, warm sheath.

Tawny drifted in and out of a dreamlike existence. At first, his thrusts ached and stretched her
pussy as it drove into her with brutal regularity. Then the aching had turned into pleasure and
then elation as her pussy reacted to the stimulus and caressed the piston-like rod of flesh that
was using her cunt. She groaned and shook and her vulva ushered forth a series of spasms that
were accompanied by a warm flow of her feminine lubricants. She gasped for breath as her
involuntary muscle spasm seized control of her body and then she drifted back into a semi-dream
world of submission. The cock in her pussy continued to thrust into her, pushing aside the walls of
her vagina as they tried to close and reject the invader. She drifted out of her foggy existence
and heard his grunting and his panting as he leaned over her sweaty body, working his hips into
her and pushing his fleshy pole into her wet tunnel over and over again. She heard sounds; the
squishy, wet sound of his cock in her and her pussy began to move within her again, grasping at
his sheath and sending new ripples of pleasure through her psyche.

Kevin leaned down onto his elbows, his chest pressed onto her stiff, up-thrust nipples. He was
sweating profusely from the exertion and his tired arms could no longer support his weight. He
allowed himself short rests and held his cock deep in her pussy, feeling her quiver within and her
body shiver and move under his weight. He licked at her ear and whispered sexual
encouragements into her ear while he jerked his cock deep into her wet channel to reinforce his
brutal taking of her body.

“This is how you fuck bitch. Take my cock deep and pleasure your Master. Give your body to
whoever wants it and feel them taking pleasure.”

He felt her quiver again, her fourth orgasm he figured, and lifted his body up on his rested arms
again. His eyes focused on her hard nipples and then he lowered his head and put his teeth
around the base of her right nipple. He thrust into her and bit into her flesh until he heard her
wiggle and moan. He pulled the stiff flesh of her nipple out from her tit and held it until she
murmured out a pleading for him to stop and then he pressed his mouth down, allowing his lips to
form a suction on her areola and sucked hard, pulling her tortured nipple into his mouth and
painting the tip with his tongue.


Tawny blinked the tears from her eyes. She felt a renewed wave of anxiety when his teeth sunk
so painfully into her nipple. She was afraid he was going to bite it off until she felt the suction
and his tongue and her breast swelled into his mouth. The sensation made her shiver and the next
thrust of his cock brought yet another tight spasm to her pussy. Her legs shook and her thighs
came together to caress his body and then his mouth left her breast with a loud smacking sound.
Tawny moaned softly, enjoying the momentary relief that her pussy gave her before his mouth
came down again on her left breast. The pain was no less than the previous attack on her breast.
His teeth bit hard into her hard nipple and she wiggled and screamed, begging him to relent.

“Please, Master Kevin, please, it hurts, please don’t hurt me.”

Kevin heard her pleading and grinned. He took his hand and slapped her face hard with the flat of
his palm.

“This isn’t hurting you. Cum again bitch, cum for me and I’ll think about not biting quite so hard.”

Tawny moaned and shook her hips against his cock until she felt the waves of pleasure wash
through her loins again. The orgasm seemed to assuage his aggression and his mouth turned from
painful biting to a pleasurable sucking, his tongue soothing the tortured flesh of her nipples until
her pussy responded with another spastic evolution deep within her belly.

Kevin suddenly rotated his body up and back and his cock slipped from her pussy as suddenly as
it had entered so long before. He watched a moment as her body jerked and her hips rocked
under him. His cock, still hard and throbbing, popped up menacingly. He was close to his
endurance and a glance at the clock told him his time was nearly up. It was a good start and he
could complete his work on Saturday. He slapped at her thigh with his hand and he sat back
between her thighs.

“Over bitch, roll over.”

Tawny felt the slap on her thigh and flinched. The skin was still hot and tender from his whipping.
She twisted her body quickly, rolling herself onto her stomach. Her arms crossed over her, still
fastened to the head rail. She felt him grasp her hips and jerk her body up and she folded her
knees up under her to a kneeling position, her face buried into the bed between her crossed arms.
Tawny leaned forward, rolling onto her head so her mouth could breathe. She focused on her
nipples as they hung before her eyes, upside down, but intact, not bleeding or damaged like it felt
like they might be from his firm biting. His hands were on her ass, still hot and sensitive and she
grunted from the painful sensations his grasping hands gave to her tortured flesh.

She felt it at her ass, his cock head, pressing against her opening. She relaxed, waiting for his
thrust and then it came. His cock slipped firmly into her dark passage, still lubricated and ready
for such a use. His hand slapped onto her cheek and the sting coaxed a small shriek from her lips
as it heightened the painful discomfort of its previous abuse.

“Don’t just lay there, fuck it bitch, fuck my cock with your ass darlin’.”

Kevin thrust brutally into her ass. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his shaft and planting
it to his hilt in long, steady thrusts. He couldn’t suppress the smile on his face. Her ass felt as
good as her pussy and his cock hardened to a point of aching as it stiffened in her and his cum
began to collect in his body, waiting to escape.

“Tell, me Tawny, aren’t you happy that we have had this time today? Do you know a little better
how to be a good slave?”

Tawny panted and struggled to push her sore body back onto his cock. His length filled her ass,
his hands, grasping her so tightly made he feel so used and so fucked. There was no feeling of
taking in her, she wasn’t fucking him at all; he was fucking her, taking her, controlling her and
fucking her hard and long and it felt strangely right. It was different, being used and controlled
and Tawny felt strangely at peace with it. She thought of the whipping, the pain and the fucking
and wanted it again, wanted Him to control her and use her.

“Yes Master Kevin, you are right, I want to see you more, on Saturday, to be yours.”

She heard the words and they had come from her, but it seemed unreal. She had told him she
wanted more. He would hurt her again and do even more to her, but she felt like she had to give
to him. He was her Master, Dave had given her to him and she was a better slave now, for Kevin,
for Dave, for everyone.

Kevin smiled. Yes, he thought, a good first step, she has learned, but she’ll forget by Saturday,
but it will not take long to bring her back into this state of submission. Now, he thought, she will
do anything he told her and he would try hard to test her in the days to come. He felt the urge
deep in his body and groaned, pulling her tightly to his hips. His cock tensed deep in her cavity
and then his cum began to pulse from his cock in strong, repeated bursts. His seed flooded into
her ass and he held her tightly while she shook and moved on his hard, pumping shaft. She felt
good, he thought, and he would have more of it, lots more.

………………………………………………

Tawny sat across from Dave at the kitchen table. She was adorned with her zirconium barbells
through her nipples and a black leather halter bra, which framed her breasts nicely. Her collar,
also of black leather, fit tightly around her neck and a series of silver chains ran from the collar
ring to attachment points on her bra. Her ears had matching zirconium studs and her feet were
wrapped in heels. Other than those sparse coverings, she was naked.

Dave had brought Thunder into the house the night before and Tawny looked at the dog
suspiciously, waiting for what she thought would surely be an announcement to her that Dave
wanted her to become ‘better acquainted’ with the animal. It was a huge beast; 130 lbs and well
built and muscular. It was a mix between a Shepherd and a Doberman, or perhaps another large
breed with a brown underside and black coat on top. His face gad a Doberman mask and he
looked young and healthy.. A dog of that stature, a male one, could only mean one thing.
Thunder sat quietly next to the table, hoping for a scrap of the bacon or eggs that Tawny had
made for Dave and herself that morning. Dave took a swallow of coffee and stared at Tawny,
trying to decide if she was in shock or just changed, like Kevin said she would be. Her eyes did
not meet his, like they had before, and she was seemingly more obedient than she was before.
Dave was both pleased and distressed by the change. It was like he had gained a slave, but lost
a companion and he wasn’t quite sure if he welcomed the change. After the closing party rites
the previous night, he was so tired he had gone right to sleep without talking over the weekend
with her. Now he wanted to see if she was truly more compliant and her attitude toward the
extremes of bestiality would be a good test.

“You’re quiet this morning Tawny.”

“Yes Master Dave.”

“Do you have anything to say about the weekend?”

“Yes Sir, it was very exciting, I hope I pleased you and your friends.” She continued to stare
down at the center of the table.

“You may look to me Tawny. I think you did quite well. Everyone, myself included, was pleased
with your performance.”

Tawny looked up and into Dave’s eyes. She swallowed her mouthful and gave a half-smile. “I’m
also happy then Master Dave. I want to be such a good slave for you and anyone you want me
to please.”

The dark eyes and the smile warmed his heart, but then she looked downward again. Suddenly he
thought of fucking her again, instead of just talking. There was something spellbinding about her
stare, just like Kevin had said, and when she looked away again, it seemed easier to think about
fucking her. He felt his cock swell in his shorts and looked toward Thunder.

“I wonder, Tawny, if you really want to please me by being a good slave for me, or anybody, or,
anything I want.” Tawny looked up at him briefly, for the fist time, and then quickly averted her
eyes again. So, he does want me to serve the dog, she thought. Her heart raced in her chest and
she felt a wave of excitement and anxiety.

“We need to take Thunder for a walk this morning. Dress as you are but put on a t-shirt and a
short skirt, the one that wraps around with the slit.”

Tawny replied with a ‘yes Master’ and rose to ready herself. Dave reached over to the counter
and picked up a small vial, similar to a pill container. He looked at Thunder, opened the cap and
called out to Tawny.

“Wait just a moment baby.”

Tawny closed her eyes a moment. She was already a bit upset over having to parade herself like
a whore for Dave’s dog and now she anticipated some other sort of humiliation. She turned
toward Dave just in time to see Thunder scramble to his feet. He began pacing, nervously and
acted upset, as though a rabbit had just hopped through the room. Dave kept the container low,
out of Tawny’s sight and touched the tip of his finger into the liquid essence in the container and
re-closed the container.

“Come to me just a second baby, I want to see how you’re feeling.”

Tawny stepped to him and stood with her feet apart. Dave touched her hip and then placed his
finger to her slit and slid it deep into her pussy, moving it slowly a moment.

“Yea, you’re nice and moist, just the way I like it.” He looked at Thunder and told him to sit.
“Looks like Thunder likes you that way too.”

Tawny looked at Thunder, who was sitting again, but this time, his penis was exposed from its
sheath an inch and he was panting excitedly. Tawny looked back at Dave, felt his finger in her
pussy and thought that something just didn’t seem right, although, she couldn’t quite put her
finger on it.

“It’s time to teach Thunder how to be a good Master today, just as you have now learned how to
be a good slave.”

Tawny felt a chill of excitement embrace her body. If there was any doubt before, it was now
gone. The walk definitely had something to do with Thunder, and whatever it was, her pussy was
going to be involved. Dave removed his finger and patted her ass lightly, sending her off to ready
herself.

Dave waited by the door with Thunder at his side. He wore loose fitting shorts and a tank top and
sandals. It was hot outside and he was anxious to see how Tawny reacted to the idea of
beastiality. Kevin had assured him that she would be very willing, almost anxious to take the
animal now. He looked her over when she came to him at the door, dressed as required. Her
t-shirt was short, exposing her belly and the skirt hugged her hips. Dave picked up the hem of her
shirt and felt her breast, giving the nipple a small tug. He dropped the hem and lifted the corner
of her skirt where the pleat joined. He only needed to lift one corner and her pussy was exposed
to his view. Thunder stood immediately, looking alert and his tail moved. Dave looked at the dog
and tightened his grasp on the leash and then he held up his hand and dangled another, shorter
leash before Tawny’s eyes.

“I can see Thunder is ready. You’re not quite ready. Attach this.”

Tawny lifted the clasp at the end of the leash and attached it to her collar ring. She swallowed
and changed her position, moving precariously on her pointed heels. Dave noticed her anxiety.

“What is it Tawny?”

“We’re going outside, like this? The leash, and the heels?”

“Yea, outside, for a little nature walk, in the woods, behind the house. The ground’s firm, the
heels shouldn’t be a challenge, although, it will look a little odd in the woods, but the leash will
look even stranger. Doubt we’ll see anyone, but if we do, you’re dressed, so what is the worry?
Would you rather go nude?”

“No Master, I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“The truth Tawny, I always want to truth. Now be a good girl and lead us.”

Tawny opened the door, descended the stairs from the deck behind the house and stepped onto
the trail that led back into the forest behind Dave’s house. It was already stifling out and Tawny
walked slowly, carefully along the trail, fearful that they would run into a couple hiking, although,
in the time she had been here she had never seen anyone else in this part of the forest. Dave
kept Thunder on a short leash behind Tawny and watched as the animal kept looking about,
sniffing and wagging his tail. The trail opened into a clearing, shaded and grassy and Dave tugged
lightly on Tawny’s leash.

“Hold it here a moment, Thunder is acting strangely.”

Tawny stopped and turned, looked at Thunder and saw what Dave was talking about. He was
pulling on his leash, acting excited, like he did in the presence of a small animal or something to
chase.

“Well, look at that, he seems to want to get close to you baby. I had a feeling he’d take an
interest in you.”

Dave let some slack in his leash and the animal came close to Tawny, sniffing and wagging his
tail. Dave figured it just about right. The walking made Tawny perspire and her pussy would be
active today, like it always was, but the near nudity and her fear of being seen on a leash had
stirred her a little more than usual. The essence he had slipped into her pussy was a mild tincture
of fluid from a bitch in heat, an essence of animal, mixed with ordinary mineral oil. When he put it
into her canal, he figured it would take just a little while to work its way out and coat her nether
lips. It would be just enough to attract the primal instincts of the beast and lower any confusing
barriers between slave and beast that may have existed in the primitive mind of the animal.

Tawny intended to back away from the dog’s nose, but Dave held her leash tightly. The dog
sniffed and pushed his nose up her hemline. Dave yanked at her leash lightly.

“Baby, he is a Master to you, never leave him for want of your pussy. Come on, lift your hem for
him.”

“Master, do you intend that I serve him, Thunder?”

Dave smiled. “I’ve dreamt of seeing you in action with an animal like this since I saws that fuckin’
video. You know what I want baby. Now, you can serve Thunder here, or you can go back with
Kevin this afternoon. What would you prefer?”

Tawny felt like Dave had changed, but he was her Master, and Kevin was right, she needed to be
a good slave and do whatever he wanted. Tawny obeyed, but felt her heart racing. She looked
around nervously, feeling embarrassed and exposed out in a public area.

“Open your stance baby, let him explore. There you go, see?, he likes it. Why would you want to
keep him from something so sweet and delicious?”

Tawny spread her feet and leaned her body a little, lifting her pink slit upward and holding the
hem of her skirt up to expose her glossy slit. The nose pressed on her lips and then the tongue
came out, moving along her open gash. It felt rough and coarse, but penetrated her slit, lapping
along the length and fumbling over her clit at the end of each sweep. Tawny shuddered, closed
her eyes and moaned softly as the tongue continued to work into her pussy and disturb the
equilibrium of her sexuality. Dave watched appreciatively. The sight of the girl succumbing so
readily to a beast made his cock throb with excitement. Tawny swallowed and felt herself give
into the rapture of the tongue on her pussy, but she was aware of where she was, outside,
where strangers could come upon them at any moment and see her acting this way.

The crack of a branch not far away shattered her rapture. Tawny froze and dropped her skirt.
She tried to pull away but Dave jerked her leash hard.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Did Thunder tell you to stop?”

Tawny looked panicked and looked around. Her breath turned to a panic-driven pant. She looked
at Dave, just a moment, and then looked down again at Thunder. She thought of her situation,
how she wanted to get away, but then she thought of Kevin. She thought about how he had
shown her what a good slave is. She brushed her hair aside and lowered her hands, lifting her
skirt again. Panic still flooded her face but she obeyed Dave and stood there and Thunder went
back to his feast. The noise came closer. Dave looked in the direction of the noise. He didn’t
really want to be seen by a stranger, the scene may raise too many questions, but he was
pleased to see the obedience in his slave, her willingness to do anything he said. Kevin’s training
was paying off he thought.

“I want you to show everyone what a whore you are Tawny. Will you show them for me? Fuck
this beast while anyone who wants to watches?”

The crackling steps came closer. Tawny felt humiliated, exposed, dirty, shamed. She wanted to
drop her skirt and run, scream, hide, but Dave was her Master. She felt a tear come and
stuttered her reply.

“Yes Master, I will, I’ll fuck him for you.”

“No, not for me, Tawny, do it because Thunder is your Master too and if he wants you, you give
it to him, understand?”

The noise was almost upon them. “Yes Master, I’ll fuck for Thunder, Master Thunder.”

“Louder! Say it louder, its no secret Tawny, you’re a slave and you fuck for a dog, say it.”

Tawny stuttered it out, loudly, so the stranger approaching would surely hear her.

“I’m a slave and I fuck for a dog!”

Tawny turned red with shame and shivered as the animal lapped at her pussy. She shut her eyes,
imagining a troop of boy scouts circling around, watching her in amazement, but then she heard
the voice, a familiar one and she looked up, briefly, ever so briefly and she shuddered as she
turned her face toward the ground.

Kevin grinned and looked on as he watched the dog lick at her wet pussy.

“That will cost you on Saturday bitch. I see bitch is truly an accurate description. Yes, I saw that
stare, bitch. I’ll whip that streak back out of you Saturday; meanwhile, you enjoy your fun with
Thunder there. You’ll not find me so pleasing.”

Tawny cringed, feeling foolish, still recovering from the shock of being seen by some stranger,
someone outside the ring of sexual slavery within which she existed. But it was Kevin, and she
had looked at him, saw his eyes and now he was going to have something on her; an excuse to
whip her again. The mix of emotions going through her body made her feel high. There was the
tongue massage at her pussy, the humiliation of being seen like this and now the fear of Kevin’s
whip. She didn’t recognize it, but it was an endorphin high and it gave her a wonderful feeling in
her loins. She pulled her arms together against the sides of her breasts, pushing them out a little.
Her hard, pointed nipples pressed against the thin material of her t-shirt, producing sexy
protrusions that caught the eyes of her audience. She breathed heavy and hard and her pussy
began to react to the touch of the animal’s tongue. She wanted him, wanted Thunder’s cock
deep in her pussy, fucking her hard now, pleasuring himself as she also felt the pleasure.

Dave and Kevin chatted briefly while Tawny let her thoughts drift off in a sexual daydream. The
dream was cut short when Kevin left and Dave yanked her leash. He took her leash off and
connected Thunder’s leash to her collar and then patted Thunder and told him to sit.

“There now, Thunder, now you can lead your prize back to the house and use her all you want.
Or maybe, you just want to mount her here, right out in the woods, like nature intended.”

Tawny cringed and looked at Dave with panicky eyes. Please, Master, not here, she thought.
Anybody could come along and see her under a dog, God how embarrassing, she thought. Dave
watched her panic stricken face, enjoyed it, but knew that someone coming along, seeing such a
site would draw too much attention to his home. This sort of thing was for his own pleasure, he
thought, but he’d love to have her do Thunder at a club some time, so everyone could see what
a sexy slave he possessed. The whole thing made him feel more dominant and controlling and he
found that he enjoyed seeing Tawny frightened and so obedient to his every whim. Kevin was so
right. There was a better way to handle a slave.

“Tawny, you will service Thunder for the remainder of the day. Be good to him and treat him right,
because if you don’t do a good job, I’ll let Kevin keep you a while. He likes to train recalcitrant
bitches.”

Tawny listened to the threat and swallowed hard. Days, a few days, what could Kevin do in a few
days, she thought? The thought frightened her. She thought about Thunder, what she could do
that would please Dave, how she could fuck him, how much, suck him, and be his slave. She
followed as Thunder followed Dave and tugged on her collar. She’d do Thunder good and please
Dave, because she didn’t know if she could handle Kevin very long, but then, maybe a longer time
with Kevin would be good. Tawny was confused. For now, she would pleasure Thunder, and
herself too, and Dave would be pleased to watch her. She was going to be a good slave. The
thought pleased her.

………………………………………………

Tawny decided that she if she was going to serve this animal, she may as well do it right. She
would have to be a bit more aggressive with Thunder in order to coax him into a good scene for
Master Dave. As soon as she entered the house she clicked her tongue to her teeth, urging
Thunder to the large padded area in front of the fireplace in the common room. Dave wandered
off to the kitchen and Tawny went right to her knees on the pad. She slipped her t-shirt off and
patted Thunder at the sides of his head, attracting his attention to her breasts. Being a dog, he
seemed little interested in the presence of her breasts, so she slipped her fingers into the
generous supply of vaginal fluids that were available between her thighs and spread the wet elixir
onto her dark areola. It worked and Thunder’s tongue began to lap at her tight nipples just in time
for Dave’s observations as he came into the room with an open beer and sat down in a
comfortable chair to watch his slave interact with her newest “Master”.

Tawny glanced at Dave and then closed her eyes and waved her chest in front of the animal as it
lapped at the fluids on her breasts. The sensation was erotic and Tawny began to feel a sense of
enjoyment, knowing that Dave was watching and appreciating her presence.

“Master, has he been, with, women before?”

Dave explained to Tawny that he had procured the animal from a BDSM club member and that the
animal had lots of experience mating with females of the human variety. Tawny nodded her
understanding. She knew that mating with an animal was no simple matter and that an
inexperienced animal had to be handled differently.

“Master Dave, do you know that, well, that I’ll need you to be cautious after he is in me.” Tawny
wasn’t sure how to handle this. She needed to instruct Dave, but didn’t want to insult him. As
usual, Dave was helpful.

“What do you need Tawny? What do I need to do, after he’s in you?”

Tawny was so happy he asked. “Well, Sir, I mean, after his knot is set, you need to be sure he
doesn’t get distracted and suddenly pull out of me. He could tear something. You need to be in
his view at that time, so he doesn’t get jealous. And be ready to hold him on my back, forcefully
if necessary, so he doesn’t try to turn and pull out suddenly.”

Dave smiled and patted her head. “I’ll keep an eye out, and I won’t let him pull out. I understand
what you need.” Dave replied, giving Tawny the reassurance she needed.

Tawny turned her attention back to Thunder and bent to her left, reached back along the
animal’s flank and looked under the beast. There it was, his fur-covered sheath, and the end of
the animal’s penis was protruding a full two inches; red, pointed, shiny and menacing-looking.
Tawny licked her fingers and then reached under, clutching the red tip between her fingers,
gently, cautiously, and began to stroke along the little protrusion. She concentrated on the
animal’s actions now, ignoring her audience, feeling the pointed shaft enlarge and slip further from
its fur sheath.

There was no discharge yet and the animal seemed to be losing interest in her breasts. Tawny
considered alternatives and then quickly brought her fingers to her mouth again. She hesitated,
still not feeling comfortable touching her mouth to the animal’s sex organ. Tawny pressed her
saliva-covered tongue to her fingers. There was no taste, but a sensation of something on her
fingers, the wet coating from Thunder’s cock. She suppressed her rejection and wet her fingers
and returned them to Thunder’s shaft. Her fingers slipped easily over the hard surface now and
the animal’s shaft emerged further into the small, slick tunnel formed by Tawny’s fingers. She
looked; saw that the shaft was out a good five inches now. Now was the time, she knew, to
rotate her body and become the animal’s vehicle of sexual pleasure. She would do what she knew
Dave wanted to see, what this animal could only receive from a human partner, she leaned to her
side, rotated her body, leaned on her elbow and threw her thighs open wide.

Thunder saw the wet, pink gash open before his body and caught her scent. This was for him, it
was the sex of his bitch and his purpose was to have this. His cock was in something warm and
nice, his instincts began to work on his body and he dipped his head and licked at the pink, wet
treat that lay between the human’s thighs. Tawny felt the tongue touch her sex and then she
laid her head back, opened her mouth and took the wet, red shaft into her mouth. She looped her
fingers around the base of the shaft, moving it slowly and closed her lips tightly around the
animal’s cock. She sucked, gently and almost instantly, felt the first drips of pre-cum begin to
flow from the hole in the shaft and mix with her saliva.

Dave watched the bitch roll under the big animal and take the cock into her mouth. His cock
swelled and he took a large gulp of beer. His breathing became short and his pulse raced. God, he
thought, it is so fucking erotic and Tawny was doing it so good. All he had to do was sit back and
watch. He focused on her lips and watched while the animal’s cock began to jerk and move in and
out of her mouth and a stream of fluid began to leak out from her mouth, at the corner, where
her lips joined the big, shiny shaft.

Tawny felt it swell in her mouth. The tongue left her pussy and she could hear the animal pant
now. Her hand ran back to the base of the cock and she felt it swell larger. She looked, focused
on the shaft where it met the fur sheath and recognized the swelling. It was time to put the
animal into her pussy, time to fuck for the beast, before the knot swelled too large, locking the
full length out of her tunnel.

Tawny moved quickly, pulling her lips from the shaft. A stream of clear liquid spurted out and onto
her face as she pulled away. She kept her fingers engaged as long as she could and the shaft
pumped and moved in rapid spasmodic jerks through her fingers. The tip spurted out small streams
of pre-cum and Tawny had only a glimpse of the fully inflated cock before she had to twist her
body around into a proper submissive stance on her hands and knees. It was big, as big as a
well-endowed man and she already knew the knot would stretch her tight. She felt her heart
surge with a wave of erotic sensation. It was big, probably 8 inches and she knew that once the
animal was in her it would fuck her brutally and without pause. The animal stepped side to side
and growled curiously, excited and anxious for her.

To Dave, the motion seemed instantaneous. Tawny pulled her mouth away and flipped her body
around. There was some liquid flying from the big animal cock, but a moment later Thunder was
on her back, clutching to her ribs like an animal clutching its prey. The girl bend her back, arched,
curved her hips down and forward and drew her hand up over her mons. Dave leaned, watching
the inverted vee formed by her thighs and swallowed a gulp of beer as he saw the shaft sink
neatly into her wet, pink gash. The dog began to move his feet one way, then another and his
cock pumped wildly, like a steam driven piston, in and out of his slave’s cunt. The dog was
panting and he heard her murmur and hiss. God, he loved watching this!

Tawny was surprised by the suddenness of the penetration. Thunder had hit the mark on his first
thrust and her fingers caught the pumping shaft and guided it right up into her vagina. It thrust
into her deeply and she felt a series of erotic ripples as he began to fuck her with fast, deep jerks
of his cock. Tawny closed her eyes, let her head sag and moved her hips back into the animal’s
thrusts, catching his rhythm and enjoying the erotic sensations of the strong, persistent fucking.
The paws jerked against her flanks, the rough paws scratching her soft skin. The piston motion
into her pussy went on and on and Tawny began to shiver and buck in irregular movements. Her
pussy collapsed tightly onto the shaft and then she moaned out loud as the ripples of erotic
pleasure became uncontrollable waves of ecstasy. She climaxed and her cum flowed from her
pussy, mixing with the flow of hot animal discharge that was spurting into her pussy. Her thighs
became wet with the liquid as it flowed from around the thrusting, red shaft and coated her
thighs down to the floor.

Dave threw his shorts open and clutched his throbbing cock as he watched the animal fuck his
slave. She moved under him, 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 swelling knot
and panting while her grabbed at the bitch with his paws. Dave pumped his own cock now,
watching and breathing heavily as the scene before him ignited all his sexual instincts. He felt so
turned on! His slave was fucking for the dog right in front of him. She was so submissive, so
controlled and so fucked!

Tawny shivered and murmured as the cock relentlessly fucked her, and then she could feel it, the
knot, as it pushed into her lips, penetrating into her inner layer, but stopping short of 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 funny sounds, a combination bark and whine and then the pumping stopped.
The dog began to jerk his hips against his bitch, forcing his knot into her pussy,penetrating her deeply and
locking his shaft into her so he could deposit his sperm into her and lock it deep in her belly. Tawny
pushed back, pressing her pussy 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. She kept the rearward
pressure until she felt the deep ache and the penetration. The animal stopped moving as his shaft
slipped deeply into her pussy, the point pressing into her cervix and her labia pulled tightly around
the knot, holding the fat tube of flesh tightly in her cunt.

Dave leaned over, changed 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. Dave checked the time; Thunder had been fucking her heavily for nearly
fifteen minutes. Now the motions stopped and the two remained locked tightly at her pussy. Dave
stroked his cock and moved his chair around so he was in the animal’s view and watched, waiting,
watching the time.

Tawny breathed deeply. It felt like a giant dildo 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. She felt 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, reacting to the erotica of the cock in her
pussy. Minutes past, many minutes, and Thunder moved, lifting his head, and his cock made small
jerking motions inside her pussy. Tawny felt it deep in her tummy. It was hot and stirred her
sexuality in a strange way. Her pussy reacted instinctively, tightening, grasping, until it was
painful and then she groaned and shouted. Her orgasm filled her loins as the animal spilled his hot
cum deep into his bitch’s womb. Tawny thought it would never end, the hot wetness pumped into
her over and over, like an enema in her pussy and then, finally, the animal 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 flood of slime. 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 on her face and her knees, feeling used and
fucked and totally satisfied.

Dave watched the cum flow from Tawny’s pussy as Thunder walked to the edge of the pad and
flopped onto the floor. The animal licked at his deflating cock and Dave slipped his hand down
along his own cock one more time. His cum spurted up and over his belly and then down his hand
and his cock. He loved it, loved this slave, loved the show and looked forward to the next one.

………………………………………………

The week passed and Tawny became more and more distraught. Dave never touched her anymore
except to fill her mouth with his cum after he masturbated while watching her service Thunder.
Only once did he allow her to masturbate him and serve him orally before filling her mouth. All her
time was devoted to Thunder and Thunder became more and more aggressive as the days
passed. Tawny had not realized it, but every time Dave wanted to watch her service the dog, he
took his vial of essence, placed a drop on his fingertip and placed it up her pussy. Tawny thought
it was a form of foreplay, but to Dave, it was conditioning the animal to associate Tawny with a
good fuck. By Thursday, the essence was no longer necessary. Thunder now associated Tawny’s
smell with fucking and took her five times that day without artificial urging. Oral preparation was
no longer necessary either, and for this, Tawny was thankful, since she never felt comfortable
with it, but Thunder had become almost insatiable. He would bound into the room with his cock
already protruding some and Tawny would be obliged to assume her submissive position. There
was little ceremony. Thunder mounted and fucked her and then left. The sessions did not get
shorter. On one occasion, Wednesday evening, he mounted her and remained joined for nearly an
hour before he finally dumped his sperm deep in her pussy. Dave watched most of the time, but
not always. Tawny began to get fearful of the sound of the paws on the floor and her sides were
sore with red scratches and abrasions from his paws. On Thursday, Dave insisted that the animal
wear socks before mounting her, which cured that part of the issue at least.