XXX-Fiction

Hi! I’m Eve. This happened to me a while ago. I have not counted when, but roughly one year, nine months, twelve days, seven or eight to nine hours ago. I had difficulty keeping track of time when all of this went down.

I am writing this down as accurately as I can. But I am not doing it for your amusement! I do it to let it out of my system. I need to let you know what I think about it. Still, as you can probably understand from the tags that I have put on this story, it is not something that I can talk to my friends about. After expressing myself in this manner, I can close this chapter of my life by accepting what happened to me and how it made me feel.

Alright, do you know where to start? I am taking you back to August of 2021. I was still studying engineering at college. I had been working on my diploma work for the whole summer, and I just wanted to relax before the final year kicked off. A week before the semester started, I was visiting my parents and relatives in my hometown. I need to be more active when it comes to visiting relatives. But fortunately for me, almost everyone in my family lives nearby, so meeting everyone during the same trip is easy. However, this story happened during one of the days when I had the whole day for myself. Things would not have escalated as far as they did if I had not been alone.

The town where I grew up was small. It’s roughly 60k people. Let’s say there are more than enough people so there is always something to do, but not so much that you would feel crowded. My parents had built their house a few kilometers from the city center. It was a nice and peaceful neighborhood. It was so calm that people did not bother locking their doors when they were away for a short period. I cannot even remember when my parents last closed the backdoor to the backyard. My parent’s house had no AC, so leaving the door open during the summer kept the house cool.

As I said before, I had the whole house for myself. My parents were away for a few days at their mini-vacation. They were driving around the country and taking it easy. They usually travel outside the country during summer, but pandemic time prevented all the more fun plans people might’ve had. Including my parents being away, the neighborhood was dead as well. I was even instructed to feed the dog from the next door and occasionally take him on a walk. Brody was Anatolian Shephard’s dog, and he was big. And when I say big, I do mean big. He weighs more than I do. I have heard someone saying that he is about 70kgs. And when he is standing with two legs, he has no problems reaching to lick my face with his rough tongue. It is not something that I am too fond of anymore, but it is quite funny when he does it for others. He drools just enough so he can soak anyone who is not expecting him to jump. Anyway, in short, he is a big and loving animal.

I should tell a few words about myself to put things in perspective. I’m 24 years old, 172 centimeters tall, and weigh 52 kilograms. I try to stay reasonably fit, but I am not a fanatic. I love my beautiful B-cups breasts, and my slim body type makes my boobs look bigger than they are. I do not mind that one detail at all. I am still trying to find myself in this world, so I am trying to seek different things. Currently, I am testing certain elements from the gothic world. I would not identify myself as a goth, but I was fascinated with a few things. For example, I have colored my long hair black and use slightly stronger colors with my makeup. Also, I found unique accessories like bracelets and chokers while online shopping. It felt risqué when I tried the choker out the first time, but I found myself loving it.

But besides these few unique things about my appearance, I dress up just like everyone else. I don’t want to over-sexualize myself, so I try to keep things mild. Well, mild, at least outside of the bedroom. Just a few months ago, my then-boyfriend surprised me during our sexual endeavors. We were doing it doggy style, and during the session, he pulled one of the two metal rings attached to my choker.

He did not yank the choker with all his might. Instead, he slowly pulled me further and further until I could not even touch the bed with my fingers anymore. I remember orgasming so hard that I almost lost my mind. I know it’s not very feminist to say that I like to be spanked and taken by a man, but God damn, it felt good. He moved to the other side of the country after last semester, so it is not likely that I will be seeing him again. But I remember fondly our time together, and those thoughts tend to make me feel all tingly inside.

It was a hot August day, very close to 30 Celsius. I had nothing planned for the whole day besides the chores I was supposed to do. Everything could be done in a few minutes, so I was free for a whole day. I was riding a bike back to my parent’s house. I went swimming at a lake close by. Swimming feels heavenly during days like this. It will instantly make you feel better, but letting your hair dry guarantees being cool for the next few hours.

I felt refreshed while riding back and ready to do nothing when I arrived at the house. I was wearing a summer dress, and underneath, I had the bikini I wore while swimming. The beach does have places where you could change your clothes, but I did not mind riding back home with a wet bikini and changing at home.

I arrived at the front yard and put my bike in the garage. Before entering the house, I checked up on Brody next door. I suggest feeding him now and checking that he has enough water until the evening. I plan to take him for a long walk when the day cools. Brody had its own dog house in the backyard. ‘The House of Brody’ was painted in big red letters above the entrance. A lot of love was put into creating that house for him.

During this summer, Brody was chained to his dog’s house. But it is quite a long chain. He can reach every corner of the yard from his dog’s house, so he has more than enough room for himself. Brody’s owners had to think long and hard if they leave Brody outside during the summer days or let him stay indoors. The neighborhood may have a few dogs that have been let loose outside during the summertime.

Their owners can do it because it is quite a safe area, and no one seems to mind. But leaving Brody outside for a longer period was still a big decision. In the end, they felt he is probably happier at his own house outside, and it is unlikely that he needs to do much to defend himself. As I said, he is a big dog. I opened the gate to Brody’s domain. The furry rocket we would call Brody almost immediately started running toward me. It is intimidating when something so big is rushing toward you, but I knew he would not hurt me. He put his brakes just a few meters away from me and stopped before me.

I reached down to pet him and said, “Who’s the good boy? Yes! You are a good boy! Brody’s the good boy.” We have this same ritual every time I visit him, and we both love it.

After obligatory greetings, I go inside to get his food. While he eats, I make sure that he has enough water, and I also check that the yard itself is fine. I expected to find everything in order but wasn’t hurrying, so I took my time. Also, I am somewhat curious, so going through someone’s property feels fun. To my surprise, I did find that part of the wooden fence was slightly broken. It looked like Brody had been trying to dig under it and accidentally break part of the fence in progress.

The other side of the fence would have been my parent’s backyard, so it wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he can get too far while being chained, and there was nothing at our side that would hurt him. But out of curiosity, I kneeled to have a closer look. Brody almost gave me a heart attack when he pushed his snout against my butt. I had not heard him sneaking behind me, so I jumped back up in panic. When I discovered it was just Brody, I calmed down.

“NO BRODY! That is NOT what a good boy does. No, Brody, no! Bad dog!” I scolded him.

But I wonder if he understood me at all. He looked back at me like business as usual. It was obvious that he could not care less about my scolding. Sure, fine. He just scared me, nothing else. It was difficult to be mad at an animal. He is a dog who likes nice butts. The damage to the fence was not serious, but after my parents got back home, I should mention it.

After making a mental note about the fence, I decided to stay a few more minutes and play catch with Brody before I left. But just after a few throws, I started to feel the heat. I was becoming dehydrated since I had not drunk for a while. Luckily home is right next door, and I started to head back in. I heard Brody whining briefly after closing the gate, but I’m sure he will be fine until I take him for a walk later.

It was around two pm when I got back inside. I wasn’t hungry because I had eaten lunch before going to the beach. But I still decided to eat an apple while hydrating myself. Originally, I had planned to change my clothes and go shopping in the town, but I decided to stay in for a while. I felt a little tired so I might nap before dinner. I went to the bathroom and got undressed. I was not planning to change my clothes, but I wanted to eliminate the bikinis I had been wearing. I stared at my image in the bathroom mirror. Even while naked and not using makeup, I gave out a gothic vibe.

My slightly wet, raven black hair was partially hiding my breasts. It revealed enough to make boys crazy (if any were around) but hid enough to leave something for your imagination. I was also rocking my now signature choker around my neck. The choker was made from black leather and held together by two metal rings, one at the front and one at the back. I’ve always wanted to tie something to those metal rings, but I had not figured out what yet. There are just too many sexy choices to choose from.

Focusing on the choker brought me back to the sweet memories of being ravaged by my ex. The memory excited me deeper than I even realized. I even felt my pussy becoming a little moist. I touched my smooth pussy mound and felt a thrilling tingle from my loins. A few months ago, I decided to shave all my pubic hair. Making the carpet match the drapes would have been tiresome, so shaving it away was easier. Another plus side is that I love the smooth feeling whenever I touch myself. I allowed myself to explore further to my labia. I was indeed getting wet. I glanced at the mirror and smiled to myself. I knew I was too tired to pleasure myself, but I was certain I would be screaming from pleasure at some point today. Back then, I had no idea how right I was.

Before exiting from the bathroom, I put my dress back on. Sure, I was riding a sexual high, but it still felt wrong to be completely nude in my parents’ house. My nipples pointed right through the thin fabric, but it was good enough. It’s funny how one can get some feeling of modesty even by having something on. Being “properly” dressed, I walked towards my old room. Fatigue, caused by the weather and activities I’ve had during the noon, was getting to me. I needed to lie down and close my eyes for a moment.

When I entered my room, a familiar scent filled my nose. I have a lot of fond memories of this small room, which are triggered by the senses I experience. It must not have been more than 6 hours when I was here last time, but the pleasant flood of old memories seems to hit me whenever I step into my old room. I smiled and sat down on my old bed. My parents had not changed much in the room after I moved out. Obviously, I did not mind. I loved that everything was exactly in the correct places.

For example, my bed still had roughly a hundred pillows placed at the front of the headboard, just the way I liked it. If I had to study or work from my desk, I had just enough room for my chair. And most importantly, the TV was precisely at the correct height. If I wanted to watch TV before a nap, I could do it by laying at the end of the bed on my stomach or side without hurting my neck. Just perfect.

I opened the streaming service and started watching one of my favorite sitcoms/dramas. I must have watched all the seasons at least twenty times by now. But I was OK with it since I would not miss anything even if I left the show open. There isn’t a better way to fall asleep. I grabbed one of the pillows and then took a comfortable position on my stomach from the end of the bed. It took me mere minutes to reach the state where you are not asleep but not awake. I was hardly able to identify the intro song of the show. My stamina levels were so low that it is quite safe to admit that I did not need the white noise from the TV. But it was nice, nevertheless.

I drifted to dreamland. At the back of my head, I still heard the television show. The show’s scenes mixed up with the events I had experienced earlier today. At one moment, I was swimming at the lake, and then the next, I kissed a character from the show. Then I found myself playing catch with Brody, and a few seconds later, I am undressing my bikinis alone in the living room from the show. Now I am staring at my naked body in the mirror, but I am not alone anymore. Once again, my lips touch him, and my bare breasts push against his strong chest. Except he is no anymore a character from the show, he is now my ex. For my sexual delight, this was the bus stop where my subconscious was taking me.

There was no need for words when it came to dreams. I knew that he knew what I wanted him to do to me. I had missed him dearly after we had split up, so it is only fair that he visited me when I slept. I needed him right now, hard. I wanted him to take me roughly, smacking my ass and pulling my hair. I could not wait for him to ravage me and make me his bitch. Suddenly and conveniently, there was a sofa right next to us. I kissed him once more before turning around and assuming my favorite position in front of him. When my knees were leaning on the sofa, I pushed my butt and wiggled it in front of my ex. I was shaking from anticipating his big cock piercing my tight little pussy. But he was taking things slow, teasing me. His hands touched me everywhere, and I could sense the tension building up. But he did not penetrate me as I had hoped. To my not-so-unpleasant surprise, I noticed that he had a different idea. Instead of pushing into me immediately, I could feel his tongue exploring my backside. He was such a tease and knew me so well. I do appreciate good foreplay before the main course.

I turned my body around on the sofa to see him eye to eye. He smirked knowingly that I had his full attention. I gave him a naughty smile and crossed my legs before him. Two can play this game. And oh my, I should have known that he was playing for the win. Without skipping a beat, he pushed his head toward the area I had just blocked from him. He vigorously tried to attack my pussy, making me giggle in delight. His rough tongue tickled my thighs, and his gentle bites kept me wishing for more. He always knew how to make the girl feel wanted.

I was no longer sure if my teasing had a bigger effect on him or myself. I was quite surprised at how horny I had become already. My loins were dripping wet from all the bent-up pressure I had built during the afternoon. I could no longer wait anymore. I had to spread my legs and allow my ex-lover to bury his face in my womanhood. Simultaneously as I was giving access to him, I reached the back of his head and forced his face right between my legs. The loverboy of my dreams needed no encouragement, but I still wanted to show my enthusiasm.

He attacked my pussy lips with such vigor that it caught me off-guard. He had always been eager in the bedroom. Still, now he was lapping my juicy cunt as he had never tasted something as wonderful before. I loved it. I especially enjoyed the feeling of him licking my sensitive clitoris. I was moaning from the sensation. No one had ever orally pleasured me like he was doing.

There was something new and thrilling about him that I had not noticed before. And he did not forget other parts of my vagina. I could not understand how he could touch about every square millimeter of my pussy in a fraction of a second. But I did not care either as long as he did not stop. If it were up to me, this dream would never stop.

As the moments dragged on, he tirelessly kept licking and sucking me. If he kept this going, I would explode in his face. I knew I was fighting a losing battle, but I wanted to extend the climax as much as possible. When I finally would orgasm, it would be a shattering experience.

While I tried to edge myself to oblivion, I also got a sudden urge to suck him. I was sure that the second I thought about sucking him, I could taste him on my lips. Or did I taste him first and then think about it? Either way, in my dreams, my partner had already read my mind and positioned himself on top of me for classic 69. Well, at least quite classic. Usually, I’m the one at the top, but it is nice to mix things up.

I could not wait to have his huge, handsome cock in my mouth. He was standing next to the sofa, leaning over me, and balancing himself with his hands so he would not crush me under his strong, heavy muscles. He was so considerate that I wanted him even more. His agile tongue had already returned to lick my clitoris and pussy. I sighed loudly when he resumed his tongue tornado. He had upped his game since the last time we had fucked each other.

I had to get my lips on his tool and return the favor. I tried to reach his loins, but he was standing a little too far. I was at the sofa’s edge but knew I could stretch myself further. I grinned naughtily, grabbed his ass with both hands, squeezed slightly, and pulled myself closer until I was close enough to return the oral pleasure he had already given for the last few minutes.

My head was now over the side of the sofa. While being upside down, I had an excellent view of my lover’s package. Even more lustful thoughts were running into my mind while I stared at him. But soon I remembered that I had a job to do. I started to jerk him off and lick his cock to make him harder. His dick tasted intoxicating, and it was driving me nuts. The taste was muskier and saltier than I remembered, but I could not care less. I had to have him.

In a matter of seconds, he was becoming bigger and firmer. I tried my best to lubricate his cock with my saliva so my hand would slide smoother on the surface of his penis. While I licked the shaft, I also played with his nuts. The balls looked and felt huge. It must’ve been a lonely few months for him without me being there to drain him regularly. I promise to make my dream ex empty his sack into me today. Hopefully, more than once.

The tasty cock before me was now slippery from the blowjob I gave him. I grip the pulsating member firmly, and my hand slides effortlessly at its surface. If I wanted him to blow his load around the same time I was going to climax, I had to use every trick in my playbook to please him. I did not have much experience of being showered with cum, but at this very moment, I could not think of anything else than him shooting his sperm at my face.

I started to jerk him as fast as I could while sucking and licking the tip of his cock. My efforts were having an almost immediate effect on my dream lover. I soon noticed how his loins started to twitch from the excitement. And if that wasn’t enough of a sign of arousal, I could taste his pre-cum from his cock.

I was on the right track, but I had to hurry up. I could feel my climax building inside of my heated loins. My lover had found a way to push his tongue inside my pussy, driving me crazy. It was a new technique, and I was unprepared for his latest trick. ‘You the naughty man,’ I thought while trying to accommodate more of his big cock inside my small mouth. I did not know how to deepthroat him, so I had to trust my jerking-off skills while doing my best with my mouth and tongue.

After a few minutes, I was nearing my orgasm. Loud slurping sounds mixed with moaning and panting filled the senses. His expert use of tongue was forcing satisfied sighs past my lips, so much so it was even difficult to focus on my job. I started using my free hand to pinch my rock-hard nipples to further my sexual high. Touching my boobs felt wonderful and got me wishing for an orgasm. I probably would have climaxed already a while ago.

Still, I was slowed down by my lover, who had figured out a rough way to enhance his experience. He thought that having my head hanging over the side of the sofa was an ideal position for face fucking. I did not mind pleasing him orally, but this idea was too heavy. What had started as innocent twitching turned into slow thrusts and finally escalated to semi-demanding humping? Although, I have to admit that even though he was being quite rough, the idea of being reduced to someone else’s fucktoy did excite me on a primal level.

The dirty idea of being submissive, combined with expert tongue fucking, opened the floodgates. My body started to shake when the strong orgasmic wave crippled my coherent thoughts. I started to scream, even though I had my mouth full of steaming cock. My dream lover took advantage of my full-body orgasm and thrust his magnificent member deeper into my mouth. The sensation of having something forced down to my throat made me wake up from my slumber.

The dream ended abruptly, and I opened my eyes wide open. I could only see a huge set of balls slammed at my face. Instinctively, I protected my face with my hands. ‘What the hell is going on?’ I thought. I was in a panic, but I tried to figure things out. Slowly the puzzle pieces in my mind started to take shape. I had not completely dreamt everything that had just occurred. I was in my room and laying on my back on my bed. My head is hanging outside the bed, and something is frantically fucking my throat with a huge cock.

I could also sense the after quakes of the climax I had experienced during my sleep. Those feelings were intensified by something nimble and strong drilling inside my pussy. It took me a few moments for my brain to catch up, longer than I was proud of. My dream lover was Brody from the next door! He was the one who had tongue fucked me into orgasm and was now actively fucking my face.

Realizing that a disgusting dog violated me was a lot to take in.

Even more so when I understood that I had probably encouraged him quite willingly during my nap. Brody could force the shaft deeper into my mouth when I had climaxed. He had gotten accustomed to a warm hole and picked up the pace. I tried to vocalize my protest, but the canine dick in my throat was an excellent silencer.

I then tried to wiggle myself up from the bed, but a huge cock seesawing in my throat prevented those exit plans quite effectively. Finally, I tried to push my body to the floor, but Brody’s weight and constant humping made that idea impossible. There was no escape. I was practically impaled to the bed by Brody’s cock. My only hope was for him to pull it out.

Not even in my wildest imagination had I thought it was possible to fit something as big as Brody’s cock in my mouth. And not only that, but it was quite scary how smoothly the lubricated member went back and forth in my gullet. I felt like I was about to gag, but the gagging reflex never kicked in for some reason. For my well-being, it was fortunate that the canine cock found little resistance while violating me.

However, I could not say that the situation was entirely comfortable. My throat bulged whenever Brody thrust his cock into my mouth. For added pressure, the choker I was wearing tightened against the bulge and cut me out from the air supply. I had to train myself to relax and to breathe through my nose at the right moment before Brody forced its cock back into me. But it did not matter how well I succeeded with this bizarre way of breathing. I soon found myself being lightheaded and not being able to focus.

Suddenly, another orgasm rocked through my body. For a brief moment, I had forgotten that the stupid dog was still digging into my moist vagina with its tongue. He was trying to lap all the tasty juices I was producing. Still, inadvertently he was also making my loins explode from the pleasure. Even with the lack of oxygen, the constant steady stimulus felt so good that it was nearly painful.

I thought about pushing his head away from my sensitive pussy, but I did not dare to remove the hands from my face. Brody was fucking my throat more forcefully by the second, and I had my hands full of shielding my head. I had no choice. I had to allow him to fuck my face and humiliate me further.

Now that I knew it was Brody whose dick I was deepthroating, I found the taste disgusting. I had not realized it initially, but Brody was already jetting his pre-cum all over my mouth and throat. I had no experience with the dog’s anatomy or mating behaviors, so I was surprised and confused about the amount of pre-cum he would produce. Since I could not swallow everything while the beast was forcing his cock in my throat, I found my mouth filling from the pre-cum and my saliva. An excess amount of it dripped past my blushed lips. I could not properly wipe the disgusting fluid away, and soon it covered most of my face.

My senses should have been dulled due to my inability to breathe properly, but I found myself going overdrive. For a while, I had tasted the pre-cum puddling in my mouth, but now even my sense of smell couldn’t escape the strong odor of canine sperm seeping past my stretched mouth. The slurping noises coming from the animalistic 69 were echoing in my head. And if that wasn’t enough, Brody’s tongue kept my body constantly on edge. ‘How can one dog humiliate me on such a degrading level?’ I asked myself. But as I was about to find out, we were nowhere close to being done.

Brody had slowed down his pace, but for the lack of a better word, he felt more demanding. He kept slamming his loins against my face with such force that it felt like he was trying to smash through me. Each time he thrust, the giant ball sack swung against my hands. I could not see anything through pre-cum, saliva, and tears, but I could feel the testicles with my fingers.

Even though the large balls had a soft feeling, the skin’s texture felt stretched. His nuts had been expended to a point where the surface felt smooth like a pair of bowling balls. I had no idea if this was normal for dogs, but I could not help myself dreading the amount of canine sperm he was hiding inside his testicles.

After a minute or so, my jaw started to ache. It had not been very pleasant so far, but now Brody’s cock was trying to expand my mouth to a size I could not handle. The base of his cock had grown. It was like a ball he was trying to force into my mouth. Later I learned that the large ball was called a knot, which male dogs used to tie themselves to the bitches to ensure insemination. I was clueless about the situation but knew it was too big. If that ball were allowed to enter, it would probably break my jaw. And more importantly, I would lose the little supply of air I still had.

Brody was adamant in his effort to fill my mouth with his knot. He no longer humped, but instead, he slowly and strongly pushed his cock into my mouth. I fought back with all my might, but I don’t think it mattered. Brody was too big and strong for a small girl like me. The last few minutes had been my life’s most tiresome minutes, and I could feel the fatigue.

And since Brody had been ceaselessly playing with my pussy, I could also feel being on edge yet of another climax. I was afraid that if I had to struggle through another set of orgasmic convulsions, Brody might be able to push the baseball-sized knot to my mouth. But fortunately, my fears were unfounded. The knot had already expanded too big to fit past my lips and teeth.

Soon even Brody noticed that he had no chance of knotting me. But it did not mean that he would not finish what he came here to do. He was readying himself to cum. I do not know how I sensed it, but even in my disoriented state, I knew Brody was planning to fill my stomach. The huge cock penetrated my throat, and once again, the tightened choker blocked my windpipe. And to further my horror, I felt the distinctive pumping motion stretching my drooling lips. I braced myself as best I could, but as I found out, nothing could prepare me for the amount of canine sperm Brody released from his balls.

The torrent of dog semen covered the insides of my throat in an instant. It felt hot, so much hotter than a man’s sperm. If the cock had not been embedded so far into my gullet, I could not have been able to handle even one-quarter of the total volume of cum. Just when I was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, Brody readjusted himself and pulled himself back just enough for me to breathe another air.

He also had enough time to fill my mouth with his sperm. I had not been prepared to swallow the cumshot, so most of it seeped out from the side of my mouth. The dog cum flowed down my face and painted my raven black hair a dirty whitish color. It would take hours to wash it out, but as you might guess, it wasn’t my biggest priority right then.

Brody continued pumping his seed down my throat, and I had no choice but to gulp it down as quickly as possible. I swallowed so hard that I milked Brody’s cock with my throat muscles. My face was turning red from the exertion of being unable to breathe properly and from the strong heat I felt due to the volume of hot dog semen. I was unsure how long I would be able to endure this experience. And to add insult to injury, my body betrayed me again. Cumming into my throat had not stopped Brody from sampling my vagina. So, in the lowest of my low points, I orgasmed hard when Brody’s tongue could rub my clit just with a right angle.

The tremors started from my pussy, and soon the waves of climax washed upwards. The heat I was sensing enhanced the experience to an unbearable level. I was trashing my body when the pleasure forced itself on me, but I could not escape the sensations. Brody’s mission to churn out more of my pussy juices was a huge success when I orgasmed and blew up at his face. His tongue was lapping every drop he could find.

And then the nightmare ended as abruptly as it had started. With one hard pull, Brody withdrew his tool, not only from my throat but completely from my mouth. Simultaneously I gasped for air and coughed out a mouthful of semen. It seemed that Brody’s interests had switched from my mouth to my pussy. Before I could recover, he had already climbed onto my bed and was face-first digging into my pussy.

‘This ends now,’ I thought. ‘I will not let Brody violate me any further.’

Now that he wasn’t pinning me against the bed, I immediately pushed myself down from the bed and then on my feet. The sperm was still dripping down my mouth when I screamed to Brody, “I WILL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

I did not mean what I said, but I was angry. He looked at me confusedly, like he did not understand what was wrong. However, those innocent puppy eyes did not calm my anger. I moved towards him and tried to grip his collar, but he evaded me easily. His movements and behavior indicated that he thought we would play a new game. I could have sworn he grinned before running out of my room.

Without much thinking, I ran after him. I should have probably taken a minute to think about the retrospective. But back then, I could not stop myself. My summer dress was a mere shadow of its former self. It was soiled with saliva, pussy juices, and dog sperm dripping from my mouth. Without even caring, I wiped my face on my dress. The dress was going to the trash can anyway after I was done with Brody. It was a miracle that I could walk, let alone run after Brody. My legs were a little shaky after climaxing three times in short order. And my stomach was so full of Brody’s seed that there was a noticeable bump at my belly. My face was now red from anger and humiliation. While dashing after him, I thought, “I will make him pay for this.”

I did not know how he could break free, but I was determined to figure it out and correct the situation. I had left the backdoor to the kitchen open, so it was obvious that he had gotten into the house from there. Just when I entered back yard, I saw Brody squeezing under the broken fence I had found earlier.

‘You sneaky fuck!’ I thought.

I tried to call after him, “Brody! Come here, boy!”

But he ignored me. Before I ran after him, I wanted to wash the disgusting taste from my mouth. I drank several cups of water, but the taste was not going away.

“Fuck it!” I said and started speed-walking to Brody’s yard.

I could feel the sun on my face. It was significantly hotter than it was when I took my nap. It was a good call to have drank water before coming outside. An annoying part inside me reminded me, ‘And you also got a nice mouthful or two or three just five minutes ago. Does that count, Eve?’

“FUCK!” I screamed.

Fortunately, no one heard. I must’ve been quite a sight walking in a quite revealing outfit and yelling by myself. I did not want to explain my situation to anyone. I arrived at the backyard of next door. I could not see the dog, so I called for it again.

“Brody!”

He did not come, but I could now see him at the far side. He was sheepishly watching me but ignoring everything I yelled. There was no doubt how smart he was. I could not mask the anger in my voice, so he saw it better to wait and see than risk anything. It was not like I could just run and catch him. He had to come to me.

‘Guess I need to be smarter than him then,’ I thought.

I felt somewhat calm now, so part of me just wanted to return inside. But a bigger part of me thought I had already walked here, so I might as well finish this. An even bigger part of me did not want Brody to get hurt by running to the streets, but I was too angry to admit that last part to myself. So, I directed myself to Brody’s dog house. I knew I had to tie him down if I wanted to have any hope of disciplining him. Normally Brody was tied to the dog house by a chain that automatically reels back to its origin whenever the chain was loose. So logically, I should find the chain from inside the dog house.

The dog house was quite standard. Brody’s house was painted blue with some white frames and corner pieces here and there. The doorway was quite high but not very wide. It was built so a tall dog like Brody could walk in easily, turn around inside and lie comfortably on the floor. I had learned from my old neighbors that you should always build your dog houses to fit the dog you have and not a bit bigger. It was something about the house staying warm during winter.

I kneeled in front of the dog house and looked in. As you might guess, it was darker inside than outside, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. It was enough time to sniff the classic wet dog smell lingering inside. OK, I admit that I did not smell like roses either, and I had enough of Brody’s DNA in and on me so that I should fit right in.

“FUCK!” I said again when I remembered what he had done.

I resumed my job and quickly noticed the chain reel on the house floor. The doorway was not made for humans, so even a small person like myself had to turn my body sideways to fit my shoulders in. Not a problem. I could reach the reel without much effort and pick it up. When I got back up, I sat on the grass nearby and studied the reel.

Evidently, the reel had been disconnected from the anchor, presumably still fixed inside the dog house. But I could not figure out how Brody had been able to rip it off from his collar as well. There were a lot of bite marks and scratches on the leather part of the chain, so my only guess was that he had just gotten lucky. Anyway, I only bothered to think about it briefly. Most importantly, the reel and the chain part were fine. And as long as I connect it back to the anchor, it should do the trick.

Brody had gotten closer to me. I saw him becoming curious about what I was doing at his house. ‘Just wait until I am done with this,’ I thought.

It’s not like I planned to hurt him, but it was just something to think about to fuel my rage. I took the reel and checked which part I needed to attach to the anchor. I was looking at a metal ring roughly the size of a coin. I assumed the anchor inside the house had its counterpart.

“Alright, let’s get this shit done,” I said.

I kneeled to start crawling into the dog house again. I hoped the anchor was at the ceiling nearby so I did not need to crawl fully in. I got my head inside and started to look around the ceiling. Like before, I had to adjust to the darkness. It did not help that my body blocked the sole access to the sunlight. I tried to turn my head around, but no matter what, I could not find what I was looking for.

Then I understood where the anchor must be, right above the entrance. The only area in my blind spot. Still having my head inside, I tried to squeeze my arm in to feel the area above my head, but I had some difficulties doing so. As I said, the entrance to Brody’s dog house was quite high but not very wide.

‘Never would have I guessed that I wouldn’t be able to fit my shoulders through a door of any kind,’ I thought, but that was the case with this tiny house.

I gave up and decided to back out. It would be easier to feel the anchor from outside. If it were there, I would adjust my body accordingly and figure out the proper position to attach the reel. “No big deal,’ that is at least what I thought.

I tried to back out from the dog house, but I felt a familiar snout at my backside before I could even twitch. I shrieked from the surprise and instinctively tried to leap out of the house. I felt a brief but sharp pain when something metallic pressed against the back of my neck, followed by an ominous ‘CLICK!’ sound.

The anchor for the dog chain was indeed right above the entrance. By a stroke of ill luck, the metal ring at the reel had a very similar size to the metal rings holding my choker together. I accidentally attached my choker to the anchor by trying to escape quickly. It was now my turn to experience being on a short leash.

When I realized what had happened, I immediately tried to reach the anchor, but it was hopeless. Not even with my petite body could I fit my shoulders through the smallish frames of the entrance. And the skintight choker did not allow me to bend my body sideways at all, which would have allowed me to sneak at least one of the arms inside. Even the slightest movements would twist the choker, then cut painfully into my skin. This ruled out any attempts to yank the anchor or the choker.

I could only keep my head up inside the dog house and try to stay calm while figuring out how to unbind myself. In my effort to fix the situation, I had briefly forgotten Brody. But I was soon reminded about him when long, warm, sloppy lick savored every part of my backside, from my clitoris to my virginal asshole.

“No! Not again!” I begged.

There was no fighting back this time, either. I was kneeling, presenting my bottom to Brody, and there was no way out. Since I could not pull my head from the dog house or push my body in, the area I could move in was mere centimeters. Because I could not move away, I tried kicking Brody so he would stay away. But even that failed miserably when I missed and lost my balance briefly. I would have fallen if I wasn’t fortunately tied to the anchor. The choker tightened around my neck, and soon I gasped for air.

‘Yeah, I am not trying that again,’ I noted.

As the final act of defiance, I tried to shield my pussy with my hands. But just like when I tried to kick Brody, I found it difficult to keep my body in perfect balance without using all four limbs. After the choker had reminded me again of what happens when I do not stay level, I reluctantly moved my hands from my pussy. In defeat, I placed my hands on the door frames and braced for the inevitable.

Without anything or anyone preventing Brody’s access, he was now probing my nether regions vigorously. And very soon, it was starting to affect me. Even though I had done my best to lose all the memories of what happened less than fifteen minutes ago, my body had not forgotten the experience. The warm and tingly sensation inside me had started to build up at the very second when the tongue touched my private parts.

I wouldn’t say I liked it. I could not suffer through being tongue fucked by a dog again. But after every passing second, it was becoming clearer that there was nothing that I could do. My body was in a perfect position to allow Brody to suck my pussy and sniff my ass until he was satisfied.

My backside was an open buffet for Brody, and he could satisfy his oral curiosity better this time than he was able at my bed. Back inside, Brody’s primary focus was to relieve the pressure from his balls. But now he could put his complete attention to savoring my taste. Or maybe I should say tastes.

My current position gave Brody’s tongue access to my asshole as well. And he loved to lick it and push his snout at it. For me, this was a new type of torture. No one had ever touched my butthole before, and addressing those new sensations under duress was difficult. I knew what to expect when my lover was licking my clitoris and labia but having something eagerly toying with my ass was unexplored territory.

The firm tongue explored the area between my honed buttocks with ease. I thought squeezing my backside would have paused the dog, but Brody dug in like it was nothing. The tip of his tongue was drilling against my asshole. It took all my concentration not to allow him to penetrate further. Brody’s mouth and tongue were like a slobbering mess. Every part he touched became coated with his saliva.

So, when he gained some space, he spread his drool everywhere to make the area accessible for his next assault. That meant he would conquer another square millimeter of my body when I lost my focus for the tenth of the second. I know it does not sound much, but in time it adds up. And Brody had all the time in the world.

I had not noticed how wet my pussy had become after a few minutes of oral violation. All the saliva Brody had spread around my buttocks had distracted me from my heat. The canine saliva got mixed up with my pussy juices, and I could feel how the fluid trickled down my legs. Even though Brody loved the taste of my ass, even he could not resist my overflowing pussy. An involuntary moan escaped my lips when I felt the rough tongue again lapping my juices.

My clitoris had become even more sensitive while Brody had focused his efforts elsewhere. And now it was begging to be caressed. I tried to fight off the feelings I was experiencing, but I could deny that my body wanted to be touched. Pleasure is the sole function of the clitoris, and it did not care if it was a human or an animal that touched it. I cared, but no one was asking from me.

Electric sparks flew from my loins, and I could not help but whimper inside the dog house. The pleasure was too much to stay quiet, and my moans echoed from the walls. It was becoming evident to me that I was going to climax soon. That fact had not escaped Brody’s mind either. The bitch at the tip of his tongue was tasting better and better. When he decided to drill his long and meaty tongue deep inside my vagina, I orgasmed.

He had done something similar in my old room but could dig even deeper between the offered goods this time. This drove me deeper and deeper into the abyss. The heatwave originating from my vagina soon washed over my body. It would have been hell if anyone had seen me orgasming while the dog was sucking me off. But that did not stop me from screaming my lungs off when pleasure made me forget my surroundings.

The choker was especially excruciating. It was difficult for me to maintain my composure when my whole body was convulsing from a long orgasm. I lost my balance a couple of times. I only noticed it before I could black out from accidentally choking myself. Every time it happened, I gasped for air while my face burned up from the exertion. I do not have many coherent memories of my orgasm. Still, I remember planning to burn all chokers in the world after that experience.

I believe it was the first time in my young life that I had squirted when I had cummed. And it took me a while to calm down from it. Brody had happily slurped all the pussy juice that he could churn out from me. But even for him, the volume had been too much. To get it all, he had to leave my pussy alone for a moment so he could clean my legs from that tasty substance. This gave me a chance to regain some parts of myself. I was breathing heavily the hot and stale air of the dog house.

I could not help myself to think about the situation. By my count, that was my fourth orgasm of the day. I had no idea how many I still had to endure before Brody was done with me. The thought scared me. I could not figure out how to escape this problem, and it did not look like the dog was getting bored with his toy anytime soon.

So far, for Brody, everything that had happened during his magical afternoon had been a prelude. Sure, he had been able to nut once already, but since he had not been able to seal the deal with the knot, he was not done. Not only that, but it was clear that the bitch agreed with him. Why else would she have followed him to his den and presented her puppy-making hole for him? When I thought about the experience in later days, I felt incredibly stupid for not understanding the severity of the situation. The full grasp of the circumstances came clear when Brody mounted me, and I could sense his body weight on me.

‘He is trying to fuck me!’ my mind screamed.

“NO! Get off, Brody!” I shouted.

But he did not care. I had always thought that having sex with animals was just a myth, but why else would he be on top of me?

“No, you cannot do this to me,” I begged him.

I recalled the moment when he had slipped out of my throat before. I could not assess the exact size of his cock, but I knew it was huge. My jaw ached just from the memory of it. And now this beast tried to ravage my pussy with that tool. Even though he kept missing the mark, he did it very forcefully. His thrusts were very powerful, and I had to do everything to brace myself. The first few jabs took my breath away since I had no means to prepare myself for them. It only took a few centimeters of movement for my leash to cut me off from the air. Brody’s humping ensured even less chance to protect my most sensitive erogenous areas.

It had been a while since I noticed my tattered and destroyed clothes. Let’s say that I had something else in my mind. When Brody jumped on my back, I could feel how the nails of his paws cut into the light material. I could not care less about the soiled summer dress, but I had to hide the scratch marks on my back and sides for the following days. I did not need to see it to know that Brody ripped through the summer dress in his violent attempt to mate with me. He did not finish off my garment completely.

Still, after the initial mounting, the dress felt like one of those hospital gowns that can be left fully open at your backside. There were no means for me to turn my head and see the damage, but the feeling of his fur against my bare skin spoke volumes of how exposed I was now. I knew my prayers would not be answered, but it did not stop me from whimpering and begging him to stop.

“Please, Brody, please, no, no….”

The canine penis was moving back and forth on top of my vagina. The movement felt smooth and effortless. It was evident that my pussy juices were lubricating the tool. Every time I felt Brody pushing the monster cock against my labia, I thought that this was the time he would slip it in. But then he would miss, and the dick moved past my wet hole toward my bulging tummy. While traveling back and forth on my body, the tool rubbed my clitoris, making me shiver.

I had just recovered from the last climax, so my clit was ultra-sensitive. As the seconds passed, Brody’s cock grew and hardened under my body. I could not stop myself from feeling dreadful when the monster cock touched my belly button. ‘If he ever pushed that into me, I will be split in two,’ I thought. But things had progressed so far that it was no longer a question of ‘if.’ It was ‘when.’

My body was feeling the heat again. The constant rubbing of my pussy had awoken my arousal. The sorrowful whimpering had stopped, and I discovered that lustful moans were again echoing back to my ears. I had not forgotten how disgusting and humiliating the situation was, but that could not stop my body from responding to the stimulus. It was obscene. I was on the brink of being fucked by a dog against my will, but at the same time, I felt pleasure.

The dumb brute trusted his instincts. There was no sensible technique in his effort. But for his fortune, his somewhat clumsy method had prepared my body for the invasion better than neither of us could have realized. Seesawing his cock on top of my labia had made me extremely wet. It made my vulva open itself for penetration. So, when Brody finally thrust his dick at a slightly different angle, it did not move past the mark like before. Instead, it was directed into my hot and tight passage.

My screams of humiliation, pleasure, and pain were only beaten by the howls of victory from Brody. It was the acoustics of the dog house or something else. Still, at the moment of penetration, I could hear the barking and howling louder than ever. He had finally found my tight hole, and he was enjoying every moment of it. What happened next could not be described as calm, sensual, or anything of that nature. With one violent thrust, he forced his gigantic cock as deep into me as it was (un)humanly possible.

He unintentionally gave me one to two seconds to get accommodated with his cock, but that was only because he had to adjust himself after sudden and forceful penetration. And then he started to move his loins… He was like a jackhammer this time if he had been humping hard before. No human could ever screw with such speed and power.

“AH! AH! AH!” I moaned when Brody kept violently fucking my well-oiled hole.

He had a bigger penis than anyone I had ever met, and he was determined to reshape my pussy with it. It was amazing how much he has been able to stretch my fuck hole while fitting his very thick cock inside me. I was afraid to think how much more I could handle. I suppose I should be grateful for all pussy licking and clitoris grinding that Brody had given me. Being so aroused and ready for him made the experience more tolerable on a physical level. On a mental level, I was now ready to murder the dog.

Through my moaning, I could hear the loud squishing when the massive canine cock pistoned in and out of my pussy. The excess lubrication of my vaginal discharge and Brody’s pre-cum was being squeezed out from me by the wild humping. I was certain that when he was done with me, there would be a puddle of our combined fluids on the ground.

Brody’s every thrust was met with the tight canal that massaged the cock to the deepest parts of me. When his long and thick tool reached the end of my passage, it retreated briefly, only to be smashed against my vaginal walls again. I was forced to start to move my body against Brody’s violent fucking. It was not because I wanted, but because he pushed my upper body too far into the dog house.

At least, that is what I told myself. It was indeed true that the choker did not give me much leash for me, but I cannot be certain if my body didn’t use the choker as a convenient excuse to get screwed even harder. I kept telling myself, “This is not me, this is not me,’ but it is difficult to convince anyone when you are moaning like bitch in heat.

“Oh god, please, no! Please don’t do this to yourself, Eve!” I whispered when I realized that I was about to cum again.

During this afternoon, many disgusting things had happened already, but I did not want to climax while fucking a dog. I did not want to be fucking dog either, but that ship had already sailed. Due to the raw fucking, my orgasm was building from deeper inside of me than the orgasm that would be achieved by just playing with my clitoris. When I became aware of the subtle (and not so subtle) markers of my impending rapture, I gripped the frames of the doorway so hard that my nails dug into the wooden boards. In case the indications were correct, I was about to lose all control of my body, and the last time thing I wanted was to hang myself while being fucked to orgasm by the dog.

While I was preparing myself for the ultimate humiliation, Brody’s body was preparing for something similar. Unbeknownst to me, his knot was already forming at the base of his cock. At any other time, I would have felt the pain of what the big ball mashing against my pussy lips was causing. But at the edge of a huge climax, my body mistook the pain for pleasure. I am sure that, at any other time, I would have clenched down hard if something that big was being forced inside of me, but at that moment, my love canal did its best to welcome the bulb at the base of his dick, which would seal us together.

Even though my pussy was about to give in, Brody’s knot grew simultaneously. It meant that he was fighting against the time. He had to hammer his tool into me soon. My body trashed like a rag doll as he continued fucking me for what felt like eons. When he doubled his efforts, I lost it and cummed like never before.

“FUUUCK! NO! I’M CUMMING!” I shouted without caring who heard when my earth-shattering orgasm made my body convulsing mess.

I could sense the pressure caused by the knot trying to enter my body, but I was so far gone that I could not recognize what was happening. The pleasure forced my eyes to roll back at my head, and incoherent screams were released from my lungs.

“OOOOH! AAAAH! NOO MOOOR…” I groaned when wave after wave of orgasmic bliss tortured my body and soul.

I had never been fucked to so senseless state, and I could not fathom how can something so wrong make me feel this way. When I was about to black out from overwhelming sensations, Brody filled me even further when the tip of his cock forced its way into my cervical canal. He had found a way to get deeper into me. An unfamiliar way of penetration even alerted my comatose mind. Before I had time to think about what had occurred, Brody shoved more of his shaft inside me. While the head of the piercing cock invaded my womb, the tight walls of my snatch opened up even further to accept the knot at the base of his dick.

The moment when the whole dong was embedded into me is unfortunately burned in my memories for the rest of my life.

“WAIT! WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?” I screamed.

It is impossible to describe the sensations when my vagina was forced to open more than ever. It was like an orange had been shoved into my gash. I should have felt the excruciating pain of being impaled like I was. Still, mostly I registered the pressure as an extension of my orgasm. I would pay the price later when the dopamine from my brain would wear down, but at the time, the feeling of being filled just fueled my current climax, which was rocking my body.

“HEE… HELP ME! I CAN… CAN’T ST… STOP CUMMING!” I kept yelling until I could no longer.

Finally, Brody had been able to knot his bitch. He tested the seal several times with tentative nudges to confirm that he was tied to me. The ball had been the size of a baseball when it had been inserted into me. Still, in seconds, it had swollen to dimensions that it was physically impossible for him to exit from me. And it was not like he would have even wanted to.

In my delirious state, I was still spasming from the floods of pleasure. I could feel my pussy involuntarily grip the thick invader with my strained muscles and massage shaft from the stretched entrance of my vagina to the uterus. From Brody’s pleased panting, I assessed that he enjoyed the milking I gave him.

Brody could not hold on any longer. He had wanted to empty his ball sack to his bitch for a while. Even after our previous session, Brody still had a lot to give. And this time, he would ensure the bitch was properly inseminated. The seal that tied us together would ensure that his seed would stay inside me until he was ready to unmount. When the first bursts of thick white liquid were shot at the walls of my womb, I started to feel hot and sweaty.

Even more so than before. The heat from my uterus made me recall when Brody had nutted in my mouth. So many things had happened since then that I had forgotten how hot I had found the canine semen. Brody eagerly pumped the second batch of his hot puppy-making batter past my cervix to my womb.

I was slowly recovering from the strongest orgasm that I had ever experienced. ‘I just… just fucked a dog…’ I gasped while trying to wrap my mind around it. Being tied to Brody made me ponder the unreal amount of sperm he could push inside me. I already had one load sloshing in my stomach, and now Brody was filling the empty space next door. It was difficult to say for sure, but I could swear that the much cum was forcing my belly to swell even further.

I was still feeling weak from the climax, so I did not dare to confirm my theory with my hand. The last thing I needed was to make things worse by losing my balance. I found it safer to wait and assess the damage later. And… to be honest, I did not want to know right now.

I had no idea how long I had waited for Brody to be finished with me. Although the intensity had been lowered by a couple of levels, even fifteen minutes later and I could still feel the pumping motion from his spurting cock. It was difficult to say, but I believe the knot was also shrinking. This ordeal would soon be over, and I could try to figure out a way out from the dog house actively. I had been thinking of a couple of options, but they were all no-go as long as Brody’s prick was inside me. Not to mention that I was getting annoyed by constant barking and howling. I understand that the bastard got what he wanted, but the non-stop noise reflected from the walls of the small dog house was messing with my head.

‘How can one fucking animal make so much noise?’ I was thinking.

A few minutes later, I felt him climbing off my back and turning himself around. I had no idea back then, but I took this as a sign that he was soon done with me. I felt sore from the experience, and his moving made me scream.

“OUCH! AH! Watch it, Brody!”

We were still tied to each other, but the aching I was feeling from my pussy told me that Brody was indeed trying to pull his disgusting thing out of me. I prayed that he would not rip me in two while doing it.

“Please… please….”

My vagina was opening up from the inside slowly. I sensed that Brody did not want to hurry the decoupling either. Maybe he felt some level of pain as well. The ball inside me had shrunk to a more manageable size. However, it was still the most unpleasant feeling I had felt today.

“AAAAAGH!” I screamed when the largest part of the knot stretched my pussy and finally slipped out from me.

The massive penis withdrew me almost instantaneously when Brody took a step forward. And with the penis came a stream of sperm that had been sealed inside me. So much of it was stored inside my vagina that it was gushing out from me. My pussy muscles were so strained that I could not stop the flood even if I wanted to. Some disgusting substances trickled down my body, but most poured directly into the grass under me. I was breathing a lot easier when the pressure was finally releasing.

Brody started licking the cum out of my pussy. I should have expected that, but I still shivered when I felt the warm tongue again exploring my cunt. I understood why he was doing that. However, it did not make it any more welcoming in my eyes.

“Cut it out, Brody!” I told him.

Instead of stopping, he doubled down and licked my ass simultaneously.

‘This dog is insatiable,’ I thought.

I experienced much worse today, but even gentle licking sent shocks through my spine. It was safe to say that my sensitivity had been turned to maximum, and it would take a while before I could calm down. I was listening to the repulsive slurping sounds made by Brody sucking the semen from my stretched lips. Even more annoying was the barking,

‘Why can’t he stop that senseless barking even while he is licking my pussy?’ A sudden realization hit me. ‘How can he suck me if he is barking simultaneously?’ I thought.

Even though it hurt my neck and I could not breathe for a moment, I just had to turn my head to see behind me. Brody was not alone. There was a whole pack of dogs surrounding us. The dogs from the neighborhood had gathered here, in this fucking backyard. I could recognize Brody’s head while he had his tongue slurping my pussy. Still, another dog was licking my virginal asshole.

I started to panic immediately. “NO! GO AWAY! PLEASE GO AWAY!” I yelled inside the doghouse.

‘Are they all going to try to fuck me?’ I wondered.

I wasn’t under any illusions about what dogs can or cannot do anymore. If Brody could have his way with me, what would stop them? The answer to that question was nothing. That fact became abundantly clear when Brody and the other dogs were pushed aside unceremoniously from behind. I felt a new set of paws at my back. I was about to be fucked by the whole flipping neighborhood.

Tears flowed down my face when I felt the new beast start humping his loins against my bare backside. The more I thought about my situation, the more hopeless I felt. I had already thought this crap would be over, but if the worst came, those dogs would be violating me until the next morning. I was also quite afraid of feeling pain again. My body had been a lot, and my pussy was especially sore.

But luckily (or unluckily, depending on how one sees it), that was not an issue. Brody’s massive cock had spread my hole during his violation, and my body had not yet recovered. The new dog should also thank Brody for providing the lubrication as well. A lot of white canine sperm was still coating my labia and vaginal opening. The only thing the new dog was missing was the red carpet. After a few attempts, I felt my lips opening up again and reluctantly welcomed the newest cock into my dripping twat.

Like with Brody, the new dog started to move his loins like an overclocked machine when he could penetrate me. The tenderness from my cunt subsided quickly when my body started to warm up again. Thrust after thrust, the cock made me feel better. And only after a minute or so did I again vocalize my physical pleasure.

“No…no…fuck…aah…no…AAH!” I moaned.

I may not have wanted to be fucked like a helpless animal, but my body had begun to crave it. The canine sperm and my juices made room for the cock, which was slowly expanding inside of me. Our combined liquids sloshed inside me before being forced to squeeze out from my pussy. The hardening cock pounding my poor cunt generated loud squelching sounds I was forced to listen to in a daze. At any other time, it might’ve been extremely erotic, but at the moment, it was twisted. I was moaning from both ends of my body like a depraved bitch in heat. Which sadly was becoming quite an accurate description of me.

Due to time dilation, I had no idea how long I had been fucked by the second dog. But I could swear the dog was about to knot me way sooner than Brody had. It could be because I had given an involuntary blowjob to Brody earlier to ease his need, so I wasn’t in a hurry to empty his balls into my vagina. The moment I started to feel the ball smashing against my lips, I did my best to relax. I knew by now that trying to clench would hurt me, and I was unlikely to prevent him anyway. It took him only a few hard pushes to make my cunt stretch enough for him to force his knot inside of me. I was glad the insertion was easy this time. Still, at the same time, I prayed it was not because of me becoming loose while being driven like a town’s bicycle.

The new dog kept fucking me at the same pace even after knotting me. The dog was so forceful that, for a moment, I thought he would accidentally slip his knot out from me. I felt my lips spreading a couple of times when he tried to pull out, but the fist-sized ball stayed inside. It did, however, have a surprising effect on me. While he kept humping me, the growing ball at my hot passage rubbed all the right places inside me.

I had never experienced a G-spot orgasm, so I did not know what to expect. Another ground-shaking climax made me weep and shake from the ordeal. My body had been forced to enjoy so many raptures today that my muscles were starting to tire. The only thing that kept me from collapsing and blanking out was the merciless leash that held me in my place. So even though my eyes rolled at the back of my head and I screamed.

“AAAH! NO! MORE! MORE! OOH! OOH!”

I was not allowed to pass out.

My orgasm was further enhanced when I felt yet another batch of sperm being shot at the walls of my vagina. My spasms suddenly triggered the dog to empty its canine balls into me. The dog had planned to take his time and test the knot, but when my vaginal muscles started to massage the massive tool, he could no longer control himself. Once again, a copious amount of canine semen was filling me up. Yet this time, I could sense that much of it was flowing out from me.

Either the seal between us was not as tight as when Brody had taken me, or simply the pressure was too great, but the fact was that my body could not contain it all. I would have been none of the wiser about the leaking if the fresh and hot semen had not trickled down to my sensitive clitoris and caused me to squirm even harder.

At the height of my climax, I felt strong pressure inside my pussy. At first, I thought my body was producing another orgasm, but then I realized the knot was being pulled from me. The dog was still pumping its seed into me, but that did not stop it from attempting to exit from me. The knot had not shrunk yet, so it was still quite large.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” I screamed when my climax was interrupted by my pussy lips stretching as wide as humanly possible.

When I thought that I could not take anymore, the massive cock retreated and left a space inside of me. Suddenly I was like a shaken champagne bottle; the cork opened with a loud *PLOP* while white foam gushed out from my filled cunt. It was unbelievable how much semen two dogs were able to deposit in my pussy, especially since a great deal of it had already evacuated my body previously. A river of hot sperm flowed down my legs and pooled on the ground under my knees and shins.

‘How in hell can there be so much of that stuff that even the grass becomes slippery?’ I wondered.

No matter how repulsive my previous thought sounded, I was too out of breath to think about it. My lungs did their best to make me recover from the previous trial. But soon, I found out there isn’t rest for the wicked. The third dog was already behind me. The dog did not care about fresh cum shooting out from me. The dog was already aroused from smelling the bitch, and he mounted me almost immediately. My gaping, dripping, hot hole was an easy target for him. I could not believe how effortlessly I was impaled by yet another doggy cock.

“Please, no,” I begged no one in particular when I realized my fears were becoming a reality.

‘They are going to all fuck me individually,’ I thought.

I did not know what to do. I felt completely defeated. I was not religious, but I did pray by myself while I felt the folds of my vagina make room for the next huge dick.

“Please. No more. Please, no more. I’ll do anything to avoid being screwed by all of those dogs. Anything… Please.”

However, I had no idea the price of that promise. The prick smashed against the entrance of my cervix, and I cringed from the sensation. I had forgotten how it felt since it had been a while since Brody had conquered that tight canal. For reasons I do not know (nor do I care), the previous mutt who fucked me had not been able to penetrate that far into me. I instinctively tried to turn my head around to see my back. Maybe my brain wanted to see the one breeding me this time, or maybe my neck hurt from staying still for so long.

I do not know. But before I could see my latest assailant, the cum coated grass under my knees made me slip and lose my balance. I felt how the choker tightens around my neck again. Still, instead of being stopped and choked by the leash, which had tormented me for far too long, I found my upper body hitting the floor panels of the dog house. The connector holding my choker gave in, and I breathed freely.

The dog mounting me was not happy. It had just started fucking me, and when I fell, the dog slipped out from my warm and moist pussy. Even though my upper body fell on the floor, my shoulders stopped my body from diving into the dog house completely. That meant I still had my butt upwards and was ready to be remounted. His hardened cock was throbbing from the excitement, and it was evident that he wanted to bury the bone back inside of me as soon as possible to finish the job.

The bitch had been ready and willing, so he was unprepared for her to escape. He would not repeat the same mistake. The paws at my sides took a firmer grip on my body, and he began to readjust himself. To my horror, he was not guided into my pussy. The dog was now aiming at my virginal asshole. My backside was now much lower than when I had been leashed. Although the third dog was aiming at the correct height, there was nothing else there than my brownish star marking the spot that no one had ever touched.

When I felt the pointy head of the canine cock shallowly pierce my anal opening, I clenched down like never before. That was the one barrier that had not been defiled, and I wanted to keep it that way. However, it was a little too little and a little too late. Had it been any other time today, I probably could have fought him off. But at the moment, not only was I physically exhausted, but the hard the cock trying to force itself inside of me was already well-lubricated from the base to head.

The short time he had been exploring my pussy had given him the coating he needed. The dog was adamant about his task to drive himself into me and would not stop until he had claimed his bitch. The nails of his paws scratched my sides, leaving long red marks when trying to hold me in my place. I whimpered and tried to endure.

I could sense my sphincter opening slowly and allowing the beast behind me to reach further and further. He was compulsively shooting pre-cum at my tight anus and thus lubricating the way forward for him. Second after second, the agony was becoming worse, but I was still staying strong.

‘Eve, you have to fight this!’ I ordered myself.

I clung to the hope that he would give up or at least have a go with my pussy instead. However, he had made up his mind. There was a warm hole at the end of his cock, and he would make that hole his. And bitch better respect his decision. In my current position, my neck is exposed. I froze in terror when I felt his heavy breathing at the back of my head and his teeth touching my neck. He reminded me there was only his will, and I better obey it. The moment was all it took. I was far from relaxed, but when I stopped clenching my ass for a second, he could pierce the head of his cock through my tight hole.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed when my rosy ring gave up the fight.

The next violent push forced his full length deep into my bowels.

Every fuckable orifice of my body had been violated at least once this afternoon. Before these events, I had thought about trying anal at some point, but those plans did not include having a massively thick cock shoved fully in one go. It felt like having hot poker pushed through my asshole. Threatening growls behind my head reminded me not to try anything stupid. I could not stop whimpering, but I did lower my head in submission. I might’ve been in pain, I might’ve been fucked senseless, but still, something primal in my mind told me to take one more round like the little bitch I was.

When satisfied with my obedience, the dog mounting me made his move. To my surprise, he started slowly. I guessed that even he had some issues with my extremely tight sphincter. So, without any hurry, he started calmly moving his dick back and forth in my rectum. This, fortunately, gave me time to get accustomed to the thick cock. I did my best to relax since he might pick up the pace at any given moment, and I better be ready for it. Like his mates before him, he kept releasing a ridiculous amount of pre-cum inside me.

This further lubricated the veiny tool, making every following thrust meet less resistance from my asshole. It was not a comfortable experience, but with a proper amount of lube, it was at least tolerable. My once wrinkled anal ring had become a smooth opening which the dog took full advantage of. After a few minutes of my first anal experience, I could sense him speeding up. It is funny how much our bodies can handle given enough time, lubrication, and foreplay.

Even though he was fucking me harder than before, my ass could take it. I would not say it was effortless, but it was already easier than I had imagined. Before I could fully realize it, he was humping me with a similar effort as the two dogs before him.

Since I was no longer leashed and forced to keep my head up, I looked between my legs to better understand what was happening. The view that opened before my eyes was the wildest, the most perverted thing I had ever seen. I stared in awe at how the big gray dog was making his giant shaft disappear into my rectum. How he could shove it so deep and fast was beyond me.

At that moment, it was difficult to determine the actual dimensions of that cock, but what I could see was at least twenty centimeters long (eight inches) and as wide as my wrist. The dog’s massive balls swung in motion of its grinding and then smashed right at my pussy. For a while, I felt that something was stimulating my clitoris, and now I knew why. While watching the abuse of my ass, I could not help to notice how every violent thrust was still pushing sperm out of my vagina. I knew that the canine semen soaked me, but seeing it with your own eyes was another thing.

Lastly, I noticed how my tummy had bulged from all the spunk spewed inside me and how my breasts rocked lewdly and erotically back and forth in the rhythm of the dog’s thrusts. I looked like a dirty whore. However, my biggest shock was probably how hot I found it all. I do not know if I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome or something. I should have felt wrong and disgusted, but I did not. At that very moment, I found it all very arousing. And no, it was not something I am proud of.

Grayback, as I named the bastard inside of me, kept pounding my anus more violently after every second. Thundering *THUMP* *THUMP *THUMP* sounds could be heard when our bodies clashed against each other in a savage rhythm. I could handle him better, but nerve-endings around my now-spread asshole told me the pressure was still building. Thrice today, I experienced the knot one way or the other, so I was very well aware that we were not done yet.

‘I just hope I will be ready for him,’ I thought while genuinely worried.

Now that my tight hole had gotten accustomed to Grayback’s cock, continuous humping aroused me. As I said, I had never tried anal sex, so it was difficult to describe the sensation. I had experienced clitoris and vaginal orgasms, but getting turned on by being fucked in the ass was very different. When I normally touch myself, I feel the heat building from my pussy, like it was localized in that one area. However, having a huge cock pistoning at my butt made me feel like my whole body was part of the action. Although, I must admit that having your every hole screwed for a while does crank up your sensitivity settings on its own.

Our session had reached the point where I was now panting and moaning like an animal. “Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!”

I wept whenever the full length of his cock penetrated me. For a while already, my body had accepted being a fuck toy and was craving it. But it had been my mind which had prevented me from descending to full depravity. Ever since the danger of hanging myself had passed and when the Grayback had asserted his dominance over me, I had been submitting myself more and more for being ravaged. My mind had been given a pass to take the backseat. At the same time, my body dictated the lustful way to satisfy his and my animalistic urges. I did not know when I would climax, but it would break me down whenever it happened. Something was still screaming at the corner of my mind, but it was being silenced by the pleasure steadily taking over.

After a while, I needed Grayback to pummel my anus harder. My hips started to move on their own to try to match the tempo of his loins. He mercilessly pounded my formerly virgin ass, and I now love it. Pleased with my behavior and becoming an active partner in this ungodly copulation, he granted my wish and shifted in one more gear. With a blinding speed, he started a savage ramming. My moans were becoming louder and deeper as the moments passed on. Sounds of raw sex filled the dog house and the backyard. It would have been evident to anyone witnessing the act that I was willing and enthusiastically being fucked in the ass by a random dog.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” I whimpered when the knot was in the process of forming and was now prying my asshole wider.

Every determined lunge pushed the knot slightly further until it suddenly and surprisingly popped in. But Grayback was not done. Right after my sphincter had closed the way out, Grayback forced it back open. He kept fucking my asshole with a still-growing knot. It had been years since he had just a nice bitch, so he would fuck her as long as the law of physics and biology allowed him. The next minute or so, the knot crashed through my asshole tens of times, always spreading me a little wider. The pressure I felt from the deed was a lot, but it was not yet anything I could not handle.

“Fuck… you are big… fuck, fuck, fuck…” I moaned when the final moments crept near.

Soon I felt him failing a few attempts. He tried harder, and the strain was about to become too much for me. My body reacted on its own. I pushed my body against his loins and relaxed my asshole to help him. But it was not enough for him. I could sense from his behavior that he was becoming frustrated and rough. Then I got an idea that I’ve been trying to justify to myself ever since.

Back then, I kept telling myself that I did not want to have my ass torn or feared what the big dog might do to me if he did not knot me properly. But I cannot shake off this feeling that I was lying to myself. I want to be dominated and filled by him on some primordial level. Either way, I reached my hands at my back until I could reach my ass. I took a hard grip on the firm butt cheeks and pulled those globes apart. Grayback could feel my barrier giving in and strengthened his effort.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!” I screamed when a fist-sized ball forced my asshole wide open and shoved itself into my rectum.

When I could feel his knot inside me, I clenched my ass to ensure he stayed inside. After experiencing how difficult it was to get in, I did not think he could pull it out.

‘I’ve never felt this full in my life,’ I thought when Grayback had finally buried to the hilt within my bowels.

But I knew there was still more to come. My spasming anal opening recovered quickly, and soon it made a tight ring around the cock. I could feel it pulsating, and my body knew what would happen next. I noticed that I had started to shake from the anticipation or something else. Grayback still ensured we were properly tied together, and those ever-so-slight movements sent shivers through my spine. Even though he was no longer fucking me crazy, I could not stop moaning. It was like I had lost the ability to calm down when I understood the power of an approaching orgasm. My body was like homemade explosives that were waiting for the trigger. And that trigger was soon arriving.

The pumping sensation radiating from my quivering anal ring gave me a short notice that the last of my holes was about to be painted white. When the first jet of Grayback’s sperm was shot at the walls of my rectum, it was like getting an enema of hot syrup-like liquid. He was unloading all the cum that he had stored inside of his balls. This made my body blow up. I exploded into an orgasm that made me forget everything. I was trashing my body and could only produce incoherent grunts while more seed was pumped inside me. I could feel Grayback taking a firmer grip on the sides of my body, but that did not stop me from convulsing. The first anal sex experience gave me a series of mind-breaking orgasms, and a few red scratch marks would not be enough to calm me down.

My helpless body had succumbed to a trance-like state where I had no control over myself. Every part of me acted of its own volition. My toes curled up, and I dug my fingers into the grass. I could sense cramps all over my body when every fiber of me tried to stretch in different directions. With no escape in sight, I started screaming as loud as my lungs could. But no one could help.

At that point, it would have been safe to say that he had fucked my brains right out of my head. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through my body. There was no way of knowing where one climax ended and another began. Soon I cried since I could no longer take the never-ending waves of pleasure. Moments passed until. Finally, my body took the only option, passing out from the tormenting pleasure. The eternity of mind-numbing orgasms ended when I sighed and allowed darkness to take me. The last thing I remember before my body went limb was the feeling of him spewing his fluids to coat my insides even more.

When I woke up, it was already evening. I was laying on the grass, one meter from the dog house. The throbbing pain made me remember what had happened. I had been fucked by a bunch of dirty animals in the middle of my parent’s neighborhood. I raised my head and saw Brody at his dog’s house.

‘How did I get over here,’ I wondered.

That triggered comatose memory of being dragged from my ass by Grayback, who was still tied to me by the knot. Our seal had given in before he had gotten too far from Brody’s home. I could not remember anything else. I had probably passed out again immediately after decoupling. Maybe that’s better. I did not want to know what had been done to my body while I blacked out.

I noticed that I was completely naked. I could not even see the destroyed summer dress anywhere. My boobs and face were covered with dried semen. I had been dragged over the puddle of cum that had leaked from me previously. I did not want to stay there longer than I had to, but I still took my time. I was aching all over, and assessing the situation might be better. The last thing I wanted was to get on my knees and find someone ready to mount me again. Fearing the worst, I gently touched the area between my legs. I did not find it surprising that there was still ample sperm in each hole. But fortunately, there was no blood.

‘At least there’s that,’ I thought.

I saw no other dogs besides Brody in the backyard, so I got myself up. Feeling soreness was slowing me down, but I could manage it. Brody kept his distance while watching curiously what I was doing. Even though I wanted to leave, I did one final health check. I just had to look down when my hands reached my swollen stomach. I looked like I was pregnant. I gently pushed it, and I could feel how the vile substance sloshed inside me and started seeping down from my holes. It would take forever before all of it was squeezed out of me. However, it was not something that I would be doing outside in the backyard. I was finally ready to go home.

There is not much more to tell. It took me forever to reach the backdoor of my parent’s house, but I could do it without any further incidents. Every step made my body ache and more cum leaked. I won’t lie to you. I was sitting under the warm shower for at least an hour before I was ready to sleep. No matter how thoroughly I cleaned myself, I felt dirty and soiled when I fell to bed.

I might’ve still been in shock, but the sleep came quickly. I kept reliving the experience in my sleep, so it’s sufficient to say that my night was restless. I woke up the next morning trying to convince myself that yesterday was a horrific dream. But I knew it to be true. It was made even more real when I came to the kitchen. Not only had it been leaking everywhere, but I could also see from the window how Brody and a dozen friends lined up in the backyard.

“Oh, my dear God,” I whispered.

They were not here to hang around. They were here to visit Eve, their bitch.

 

The End.

 

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