The K. Lindsey Canine Shelter

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andreadarling (andreadarling@outlook.com)
dog-bestiality-story-fiction
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As the sun began to descend beneath the hills outside the K. Lindsey Canine Shelter, Amber rose from her desk and stepped up to the front door, locking it for the night. She peered out the window to see if she could find her boyfriend’s car in the parking lot, but obviously he hadn’t arrived yet, so she let the blinds fall and left the window to head to the back of the lobby. Since she still had a little time, she decided to give the facility a last look-over before she left.

Opening the door to where the animals were kept, she poked her head inside and smiled. From the look of it, most of the dogs had already bedded down for the night. Amber had loved dogs ever since she was a little girl, especially those that didn’t have a home of their own, so when she turned eighteen she couldn’t wait to volunteer at the shelter to be able to give the neglected animals the attention she felt they deserved.

Amber is a short teenager with blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, and a well-developed, though certainly not overweight. She isn’t a particularly bright girl, but she made up for her lack of intelligence by having an eager and honest personality. Her personality had quickly won over those in the K. Lindsey Canine Shelter, though her penchant for dressing in provocative outfits certainly hadn’t hurt her reputation with the mostly middle-aged male members of the staff.

Today she’s wearing a light blue halter top which fell just above her belly button, a short, white pleated skirt, white cotton panties and plain brown sandals. She had been volunteering at the shelter for nearly six months and had gotten to know most of the long-term canine residents of the facility by name.

The girl walked along the hallway lined with bars that separated one kennel from the next, glancing from left to right to make sure that the locks were secure on the cage doors, and to check that each of the dogs had water in their food bowls enough to last the night should they want a drink. As she made her quick rounds she heard a barking coming from the back, and she quickly went to investigate.

It sounded as if it was coming from the fenced-in play yard behind the building. Could someone have taken out one of the dogs to get some exercise and then left for the night without bringing them back inside? Well, it wouldn’t have been the first time. Amber peeked out the back door and saw Mickey, a large grey Irish wolfhound rolling around in the grass. Shrugging her shoulders, she grabbed a spare leash from a hook beside the door and went out to get him.

The day seemed breezy, but not especially cool as she stepped outside into the yard, crossing to the middle and calling the dog’s name. “Mickey, Hey Mickey! Come here, boy! Time to go to bed.”

When Mickey heard her familiar voice he turned and bounded across the grass to meet her, and when they came together he leaped up, placing his large paws on her shoulders, pushing her back. She stumbled on one of the many squeaky toys left strewn across the area and fell back onto the grass, and Mickey pounced on her, licking her face with his big wet tongue.

She laughed and stroked his flank, but as she reached for his collar to attach the leash, she heard another dog barking behind her. Turning her head, she saw Buck, an even larger brown Great Dane, stepping up to join the pair. Buck bent his head down and joined Mickey licking Amber’s face and she reached up to scratch his floppy ears.

“Ok, boys, time to get up and get you two back in your cages,” she said.

But as she turned underneath Mickey he pushed her face down in the grass again and pinned her in place, he and Buck is now licking her ears and the back of her neck. She giggled and managed to rise up on her hands and knees beneath the wolfhound, but Mickey wasn’t ready to let her get away. He placed his paws on the middle of her back, his one hundred and twenty pounds, making it impossible for the smaller girl to get up. As the animal’s excitement grew, he began to hump against Amber’s backside the way that dogs sometimes do, and Amber shook her head.

“Bad Dog!” She exclaimed, though Bucks still licking her face and mouth, making it difficult to speak.

As Mickey thrust against Amber, her white pleated skirt rode up over her waist, and as he began to grind against her bottom, the tip of his dark red dog cock began to emerge from its sheath. Meanwhile, Buck, not wanting to be left out of the fun, stopped licking Amber’s lips and reared up, trying to put his paws on top of her. He kept slipping as the girl’s blue halter top pulled up over her back and shoulders, eventually bunching up around her neck, leaving her bare breasts exposed to the breeze.

Finally, he found purchase, digging his claws into her shoulder blades. As he began to hump the air in front of her face, Amber’s field of vision became filled with the Great Dane’s genitals, his unbelievably thick cock already extending in front of her, dripping with pre-cum. She had never seen anything like it before, and the sight of it only encouraged her to try harder to get away from the pair of horny beasts. Between the two dog’s strength, the teenager became easily pinned beneath them.

As Mickey continued to enthusiastically thrust against Amber’s hips, the weight of the dogs began to push her downward, and her knees began to spread apart in the grass, leaving her panty-clad pussy more clearly exposed to him. As she struggled wildly beneath the dogs the gusset of her panties shifted enough to the side so the tip of Mickey’s penis got past the protection, and with one powerful thrust the animal buried itself inside her. Amber had never even slept with her boyfriend, and the feeling of the wet doggy cock forcing its way into her virgin pussy, tearing her hymen in the process, made her cry out in shock and pain. But her protests were quickly cut off as Buck, his giant member fully extended now, found her lips and pushed into her mouth.

Both of the dogs on top of Amber began thrusting even more eagerly, forcing themselves deeper inside her, and Amber’s eyes went wide with surprise as she felt the knot at the base of Mickey’s cock pressing against her pussy. She couldn’t believe how thick it felt, as if a small baseball was pushing inside her pussy. She tried to whimper and cry, but at the same time Buck began to force his way down her throat, muffling whatever noise she was attempting to make. As both animals began to ejaculate in earnest, doggy cum began to run down her lips and chin as well as filling her tightly stuffed cunt.

Amber’s senses were overwhelmed with the smell and taste of Buck’s dog spunk, and her pussy throbbed as it stretched to breaking point from Mickey’s knot. Her head spun and her whole body trembled. She felt too frightened and humiliated to realise she’s rocking her hips against the wolfhound’s thrusts.

A buzzing filled her ears as the pleasure began to mix with the pain spreading out from her pussy, and before she knew it she’s trying to moan around Buck’s enormous shaft. The passion began to overtake her and in moments she’s climaxing hard. Her elbows gave way and she fell forward into the grass, her bottom sticking up in the air, still impaled on Mickey’s knot, and Buck slipped out of her open mouth, squirting the last of his watery seed on her face and hair.

As Amber clawed at the grass, lost in the overwhelming sensation of orgasm, Mickey tried to dismount her, though, his bulging knot is still tied in her tight pussy. Eventually they were facing away from each other, pressed bottom to bottom, as Amber felt the wolfhound’s engorged member slowly soften inside her. But before Mickey had slipped free, Buck moved to stand over Amber’s head and, lifting his leg, he began releasing a stream of piss upon the side of her face. It ran down her cheek and into her open mouth, mixing its own taste with the flavour of his cum on her tongue.

The added humiliation of it made Amber’s body shudder with another small climax while Mickey finally pulled away from her pussy. At this moment, another noise penetrated the haze filling Amber’s consciousness. Her boyfriend’s voice shouting at her, and it surprised her enough that she lifted her messy face from the grass to see him standing, wide eyed, on the other side of the fence.

*****

Later, Amber is in the animal sanctuary filling up food dishes for the morning, when she heard her boss’s voice calling out to her from the front lobby. “Amber, could you come into my office, please?”

She quickly straightened up and sat the bag of Doggie Chow down, adjusted her short black skirt that had ridden up over the curve of her behind, then hurried out into the lobby. Mister Knowles, the shelter’s manager, had always been nice to her, but nonetheless she knew that it would be rude to keep him waiting. She waved to the other volunteer who’s manning the front desk as she bustled past, then opened the door to the manager’s office, popping her head inside.

“You wanted to see me, Mister Knowles?” She asked politely.

Mister Knowles smiled at the teenage girl, gesturing for her to come in and have a seat. “You’re one of our most enthusiastic volunteers, Amber. We’re very lucky to have a girl like you working for us here at K. Lindsey Canine Shelter,” he said with a smile. “It’s obvious to everyone on staff you truly are passionate about dogs.”

Of course Amber had no idea just exactly how closely Mister Knowles and the other staff members had been watching her over her short time as a volunteer. She hadn’t a clue about the tiny surveillance cameras that had been installed both inside and around the property in order to document every event at the K. Lindsey. A few nights ago one of the men in charge of reviewing the tapes had brought a clip he’d isolated to Mister Knowles’ attention. It had been recorded a week previously from one of the cameras fixed above the play yard behind the building, and it had caught Amber in a very compromising position.

Mister Knowles let the video clip play in his head as he looked across the desk at the teenage girl. He had a hard time believing that this sweet young woman had been down on all fours in the open air, taking on two of the larger members of the shelter’s population, one from behind and one in her pretty little mouth. By now the entire staff had watched the video recording many, many times, though Mister Knowles had admonished them not to let Amber know what they had seen, at least not before the shelter had a chance to use the information to their advantage.

The K. Lindsey is a very high end animal shelter, and their expenses were commensurate with the quality of care they provided to their dogs. The facility had a few wealthy sponsors who helped to keep it afloat in lean times, but occasionally they had to invent other methods of fundraising. This is how the ‘Adoption Days’ started at the K. Lindsey. These were open houses of a sort, though they were anything but open. Invitations were extended to a very select number of well-heeled men and women who shared the shelters passion for dogs.

Well, passion isn’t exactly the right word. Infatuation? Attraction? Lust? Those were more direct descriptions. Some of the members enjoyed engaging in ‘play’ with the animals themselves, but the vast majority enjoyed simply watching the action while sharing drinks and conversation with like-minded people. At the end of these events the guests would each select their favourite dog and would ‘adopt’ them, either paying a very generous sum of money to take the beast home with them permanently or simply making a very large donation in that animal’s name for the shelter’s benefit.

The time for another ‘Adoption Day’ party is approaching, and Mister Knowles required volunteers to engage in play with the animals for the guests’ amusement. There were places you could find folks who would willingly participate in this kind of activity, of course, but the government had been cracking down on them lately. Locating playmates for their pets had become harder and harder for the management, and this is where Amber comes in to the frame. Of course, she had no idea of any of this. Not yet.

While he had her in his office, Mister Knowles explained to her that the shelter is going to host a very exclusive fundraising event. He needed her to help staff the party and tend to the animal’s needs. Amber only too willing to agree to help out. She loved the folks at the K. Lindsey almost as much as she loved the animals, and she’s eager to assist any way she could. The manager told her she should report for work the following Saturday night at nine PM exactly, and she should wear something fancy. Amber agreed and went on about her duties for the rest of the day, looking forward to Saturday night. She loved the opportunity to get all dolled up, even if it’s just for something like this.

When the night finally came, Amber reported to the front entrance of the K. Lindsey Canine Shelter dressed up in one of her nicest outfits, an expensive, low cut black cocktail dress with lace panels and a hemline that fell around the middle of her shapely thighs. Her blonde hair pulled back in an elegant bun, which made her look older than her eighteen years. She wore black and silver platform sandals on her small feet. Taking a moment to check her reflection in the front door glass panel, satisfied, she stepped inside.

The shelter is decorated like Amber had never seen before. Obviously Mister Knowles had gone all out to make the evening a success. There Mr. Knowles is, waiting for her behind the lobby desk. “Glad you could make it, Amber,” he said. “Goodness, but you look lovely. Why don’t you go in the back and see to it that the animals are all awake and happy while we wait for the guests to arrive.”

Amber nodded and headed through the door to the hallway where the kennels were located, and began to check on each of the dogs, making sure that each of them looked their best. After all, if this event is called ‘Adoption Day’, she assumed it meant that some of the lucky animals would be going home with the guests tonight. One of her favourite things about volunteering in the shelter is uniting people with prospective pets, and seeing them happy together.

As Amber worked in the back, Mister Knowles began greeting guests. He had a few other members of staff to help with coats, make and serve drinks, and generally see to the visitor’s minor needs. The lobby quickly filled up with familiar faces, rich men and women with a taste for the bestial that had attended many past ‘Adoption Days’ at the shelter. While the guests were certainly enjoying drinking and mingling with each other, eventually they began to enquire as to when the entertainment would begin. Mister Knowles assured them that the fun would start shortly, then he went into the back to get Amber ready. All this time Amber enjoying herself with the animals, petting them and tossing around their favourite toys, trying to get them excited for the guests.

When Mister Knowles found her, she’s playing tug-of-war with a frisky Dalmatian. “Looks like you’re having fun there, Amber,” he said.

She nodded and smiled at him through the bars of the kennel.

“I know just how much you love dogs,” he continued. “It’s one of the things that makes you such a valuable member of our team. Even so, I have to admit that I felt a little surprised to see just how much you liked Mickey and Buck the other night.”

Amber froze, her heart skipping. “What? What do you mean, Mister Knowles?” She asked, trying to pretend she didn’t know exactly what he was referring to.

Mister Knowles leered at Amber, and her heart sank even lower in her chest. “Bruce showed me the security footage, dear. I have to say it was one of the most entertaining videos I’ve seen in quite a while. You taking both of those beasts on the way you did.”

Amber’s eyes were wide and pleading. “Mister Knowles, please, I can explain! It wasn’t my fault! Those dogs, they… They took advantage of me! There was nothing I could do to stop them!”

Surely her boss couldn’t have thought she’d been a willing participant in that interspecies threesome, she wondered.

“Whatever you say, dear. Honestly, I don’t really care whether you enjoyed yourself or not, though it certainly looked like you did,” he said and leered at her again. “What matters to me is whether you’ll do exactly what I say tonight, because if you don’t I’ll see to it every man, woman and child in this community gets a chance to watch that tape and see what kind of girl you really are.”

Amber began to hyperventilate. This couldn’t be happening! She had tried to put the events of the other evening behind her, never imagining anyone else would ever have known. Well, anyone besides her boyfriend. Her ex-boyfriend, now. He had caught the end of the indecent performance with Mickey and Buck when he’d arrived to pick her up that night. He hadn’t spoken to her since, but he hadn’t told anyone what he’d witnessed. Now Mister Knowles is threatening to tell everyone. Her friends, neighbour’s, her parents, everyone!

Little tears began welling up in the corners of Amber’s eyes, as she said, “What do I have to do?”

“You just do exactly as you’re told, Amber, and when tonight is over I promise that I’ll give you the security tape and that’ll be the end of it.”

Amber didn’t believed him at first, but what choice did she have? She reluctantly agreed, and Mister Knowles told her to gather all the larger dogs in the big kennel, and to wait inside with them while he got the guests ready for the nights’ entertainment. Then he left her to it.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” said Mister Knowles when he re-entered the lobby, “The show is about to begin. If you would make your way through the back door to the kennel area, we can start the fun.”

The guests began to murmur excitedly as they moved together toward the back door, drinks in hand. When they had assembled in the animal sanctuary, they saw Amber, together with eight or nine of the shelter’s largest residents, all locked together behind the bars of the most spacious kennel. Amber couldn’t meet any of their gazes as they looked her over appraisingly.

“This, folks, is one of our most eager volunteers. Say hello to the nice people, Amber.” Mister Knowles gestured for her to speak.

“Ah, hello,” said Amber in her quietest voice.

Her face positively red with embarrassment, and the fun hadn’t even begun yet. Mister Knowles looked very pleased. “Amber, dear, I think you should probably remove that fancy dress of yours. You don’t want it to be ruined in the festivities, do you?”

Without needing to be told twice, Amber began to slink out of her cocktail dress, pulling it up over her head.

“Hand it to me through the bars, girl, and I’ll keep it nice and safe for you. Your panties too, you definitely won’t be needing them.”

Amber could feel the gaze of every guest and staff member on her as she pushed the black dress through the bars and then slowly, reluctantly removed her skimpy black undies. She stood there, naked save for her platform shoes, and tried to cover herself with her hands, tears starting to run down over her cheeks, making a mess of her dark mascara.

Immediately the animals in the cage with Amber began to get excited. Most of them had been participants in previous events like this, and they knew exactly what’s required of them. They were in fact quite eager, circling the naked teenager and pawing at her shins and thighs, licking behind her knees and across the tops of her toes. Amber squirmed as their tongues and teeth made contact with her skin, and that seemed to egg them on even more. Soon they were leaping upon her, pushing her this way and that. Amber tried to grab a hold of the bars for support, but one of the guests watching leaned forward and swatted her fingers, she lost her balance and fell amid the pile of horny canines.

At once the animals were upon her, pinning her to the cement floor. She began to feel powerful jaws upon her as one animal took hold of her neck, and another gripping her bare thigh. She had never been more terrified in her life. These beasts could do anything to her. They could tear her apart if they so wished. The thought made her heart hammer so hard in her chest that she could swear everyone in the room with her could hear it.

At the same time, as teeth and tongues explored her naked, vulnerable body, she couldn’t help but remember the pleasure that had wracked her body when she’d been raped by Mickey and Buck. She hadn’t wanted to feel what she’d felt, but she couldn’t help her body’s reaction that night. Now her body betrayed her again, her face growing flush with excitement, her arousal becoming apparent to the keen noses of her animal attackers. They could smell a bitch in heat, no matter what the species, and this scent drove them wild.

All around Amber there were bright red dog cocks slowly emerging, dripping wet, from their sheaths. Amber’s breathing became frantic as the beasts began to hump her all over her body, rubbing their massive members against her back, thighs, and face. The largest of the group, a Mastiff that weighed at least two hundred pounds, forced himself between her legs. Amber tried to rise up on her hands and knees to escape him, but he lunged at her and in one savage movement buried to the hilt in her undeniably wet cunt. She felt his massive member begin to swell up and knot deep inside her as it filled her with his watery seed. The pain made her cry out, and another animal took advantage of her open mouth, pumping it full of doggie cum.

While the first two dogs were pumping in and out of Amber’s mouth and pussy, the surrounding animals were getting restless, humping every part of Amber that they could reach. The naked teenager could feel their dog squirt beginning to cover her all over, and she had never felt so filthy. For some incalculable reason, this just made her body more excited, and she began to rut against the mastiff, her moans muffled by the dog cock lodged in her mouth. She quickly forgot there’s a room full of people watching her. She became lost in the pile of dog flesh assaulting her from all sides.

When the mastiff had spent himself in Amber’s swollen, gaping pussy, another beast took his place, much more easily slipping his length, knot and all, deep inside her. Over and over again, dogs shot their massive, watery loads into her womb or down her throat, and they were quickly replaced. Amber’s trying her hardest to deny what her body’s telling her that this is what she’s made for, she’s a natural dog-slut. She fought against the orgasms that kept welling inside her. But the orgasms always defeated her, and soon she began crying out like a lust-crazed animal, which is exactly what she had become.

The ravaging of Amber’s body went on for what seemed like hours without a break, though in reality it was only about 90 minutes before all the animals were spent. When they grew bored of the spunk and drool covered teen, the shelter staff led them from the large kennel and back into their separate cages. All the while Amber lay exhausted, curled up on the cement floor, her eyes half closed, seemingly oblivious to anything. When the guests had finally departed, some with animals that they had especially enjoyed watching rape Amber’s nubile young body, Mister Knowles poured a bucket of cold water over Amber’s head, bringing her back to reality.

Amber sat up in the puddle of dog cum that covered the cement floor and looked blearily at her boss. “So? So, it’s over?” Amber asked softly.

“Yes, dear, it’s all over now, and just as I promised,” he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small cassette. “Here is the only copy of your activities in the back yard the other night. You can dispose of it however you like.”

Amber lifted herself up on shaky legs and took the tape, quickly pulling the film out of the casing and wadding it up. It’s destroyed, she thought. No one will ever know what happened, I’m safe.

Mister Knowles told her she could shower in the back room and her clothes would be waiting for her outside when she’s ready to leave. As she left to clean herself, he chuckled to himself. It had been a very profitable night indeed, and he definitely thought a performance like the one Amber had put on for his guests worth surrendering the security tape. After all, Amber obviously hadn’t realised the security cameras had captured all of tonight’s activities, and they would make a much more valuable production he could sell.

The End[/hide]

 

2 Comments on The K. Lindsey Canine Shelter

2 Comments

  1. A fine story, but it didn’t give its full potential. The end scene seened a bit rushed. And what a shame that Amber get of the hook after just one breeding round. The could have exploited her much more.

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