Doggy Style

Kelly Addams
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Chapter 1

“Claire Jones?”

The security guard glanced from the plastic ID badge in his hand to her face, and back to the badge. Quite why he had questioned her identity she didn’t know, her face was clear to see behind the transparent lamination, she was unmistakable… or so she had been told.

“Pass.” he said and scanned the small barcode on the back of the badge before nodding toward an arched metal detector. Claire dumped her purse and mobile phone in the tray provided and stepped forward, alarms rang, the guard frowned… and Claire sighed.

“Step back.” he instructed. Claire studied the officious man and wondered just how much it would take to make him reach for his gun, deciding on probably very little.

Great first day she groaned inside as a plastic wand waved around her body, finding nothing!

“Again.” he grunted and pointed back to the detector. Again she stepped forward, and once again shrill alarms filled the air. Claire shrugged and offered a small smile, but the guard was in no mood for levity. He was a small man with an even smaller, and very bloody mind, and reaching for the radio at his lapel he called for assistance.

“You’re joking… right?” Claire backed away from the guards female colleague who had just arrived and loomed above her, she was actually guessing at the gender because the muscles and dark moustache were definitely masculine, only the severely bound boobs identified her as… well, a her!

“Come with me!” The instruction was growled in a deep gravel voice, once again raising some doubts in Claire’s mind, could steroids give a guy tits? She didn’t know, but chose to believe that the security company hired to protect the lab wouldn’t employ a man masquerading as a woman. But woman or not, she backed away again as a small cubicle was indicated.

“Search… me!” Claire stammered, “Listen, just because your machines can’t agree with each other, that doesn’t give you the right to touch me up!”

“I am the ultimate authority here.” the woman replied, “And your obvious reluctance tells me that you have something to hide… so if you want to enter, come with me… now. Or I must ask you to leave the premises.”

“This is a bloody joke.” Claire whispered as she stalked to the cubicle, but she understood that she had no option but submit to the surly guards demands. She was late for work already, and on her very first day… great way to make a good first impression she sighed as the door closed behind her.

“You cannot be serious!” Claire stared open mouthed as the guard slipped her hand into a latex glove.

“Do I look like a comedian.” the woman sneered as she began to put on the second glove.

Claire felt her fury growing. Keep your cool she warned herself silently, don’t blow it! The electric detector wand appeared again, and again it registered nothing. I swear the bitch just grinned she told herself, there was a threatening twinkle in the cold eyes that studied her, almost like those of a serpent, the butch guard was poised to strike.

“You’re hiding something!”

Claire shook her head in disbelief, “And how do you justify that? The detector found nothing… surely that means I have nothing, that’s just logic.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been doing this job… security?”

Claire shrugged. “I can’t say it really interests me, all I know for sure is that your stupidity is making me later and later by the minute, so wave your wand again, then let me get to work.”

“Twelve years,” the woman continued unperturbed, “And in all that time I’ve learned all the tricks, I know all the hiding places… you can’t fool me. Sometimes electronics fail, sometimes they aren’t sensitive enough… that’s when you have to go back to basics.” She held up her gloved hands and allowed an evil grin to spread across her lips. “You may be able to fool the detectors… but it’s impossible to fool these.”

Claire rolled her eyes theatrically before glancing at her watch. “Fine, frisk me, pat me down, but get on with it, because I’m tired of these games now… and I’m very late.”

“Frisk you?” the guard chuckled, “You really don’t understand do you! Now, if you are done with the attitude… Strip!”

“What?” Claire exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

“S – T – R – I – P!”

“It means that you take your clothes off.” she added with a sneer.

“I know what the word means.” Claire snapped defiantly.

“Good, now that it’s clear… get on with it, you claim to be late, and I don’t have all day to play games. Put it this way… you get searched now, and if you’re clear, I let you through. Obstruct and resist, well, let’s make it simple enough for you to understand, piss me off and I’ll make sure you never get in, and I will get your security clearance revoked!”

Claire began to open her mouth, but the icy look in the burly woman’s eye silenced her. She couldn’t afford to risk her clearance, it had taken too much effort to get it arranged. Fucking bitch she thought, and with resentment bubbling beneath the surface she began to unbutton her blouse. Moments later her skirt joined the white blouse over the back of a chair.

“There,” she snapped defiantly, “Now get on with it!”

“Strip!” the woman replied, “Do not piss me off!”

Claire glared, but thought of the plan, she considered all of the people relying on her, all of the helpless animals whose lives hung in the balance, and with a look of pure hatred in her eyes reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.

“Satisfied?” she dropped the pair of DD cups with the rest of her clothes. She felt the guards eyes lock onto her tits and knew from the heat in her cheeks that she was blushing.

“Panties!”

Claire could have spat, but rather than show her discomfort she shrugged her shoulders before slipping the skimpy briefs down to her ankles.

“Better,” the woman snapped and trained her attention onto Claire’s shaven pubis. “Now we will find out if you are hiding anything, turn around, place your hands on the wall… and spread your legs!”

“You are really going through with this stupidity… aren’t you?” Claire sighed in resignation. Too much rested on her shoulders… I have to make sacrifices she told herself, and spreading her legs she closed her eyes and prepared herself for the invasion.

***

“You would be surprised what I have found hidden in here before.” the woman chuckled as she saw Claire flinch, she had only run a gentle finger against the smooth shaven lips, she didn’t want to rush, this was the part of her job that she loved the most. “You all think you’re so clever, you think I’ll be too embarrassed to search thoroughly… well, you’re wrong, I take security very seriously, and my search will be far more thorough that you could ever imagine… so if you’ve got anything shoved up there, just say now and save us both time!”

“I want the name of your supervisor,” Claire said just before she gritted her teeth, a finger had begun to explore where no female had ever been before.

“Good luck with that.” the woman chuckled as she inserted another finger, “I’m the supervisor, so if you have an official complaint, don’t hold back… tell me about it while I continue my search.”

Claire shook her head, she knew when she was beaten. Better I just relax, there is no way I’m getting through until she’s had her fun, if I continue to antagonise her… I’m just gonna be making things worse for myself.

“Any complaints?” A third finger slipped into her annoyingly wet pussy, she hadn’t expected to get wet, and it had come as a real shock.

“No,” she gasped as the fingers wriggled inside her and edged deeper, “No complaints.”

“That’s better… Now we seem to be getting onto a better footing, you have to understand, this is just my job, I have to do these things. I am very thorough, I have to be sure that you have nothing hidden.”

Claire heard the woman’s breathing clearly, it had become heavy, she was almost panting. The hand eased deeper, the fingers exploring, she felt her pussy beginning to stretch and an embarrassing tingle of arousal began to develop. Claire closed her eyes and held her breath, she was being invaded, assaulted in the name of security… she was powerless to resist, she couldn’t object. She had a job to do, an important mission.

“Satisfied now?” she gasped as the hand slipped out slightly.

“I’m only just getting started.” the woman replied, “Any objections?”

Claire shook her head and closed her eyes again. For the animals she told herself silently as the guards free hand cupped her ample breast and squeezed.

For the mission she cried inside as the hand slipped deep into her dripping pussy.

For the animals… and the mission!

Chapter 2

“Claire Jones?”

The name badge behind the voice read Ms. Judith Heathcote – Supervisor printed in black. Claire bustled up to the reception, unavoidably delayed she told herself, but also wondered if her own attitude had contributed. She had accepted defeat as the butch security guard had basically molested her, rubbing and squeezing her boobs could never have been justified in a legitimate search, yet she hadn’t resisted or objected, she had meekly acquiesced. It was catch 22 she decided, resist and it would have been taken as a sign of guilt and evasion, accept, as she had done, and it had been taken as silent encouragement. But that was beside the point, what had left her feeling far more shaken and confused was the disturbing fact that she had actually, if she was going to be completely honest with herself, quite enjoyed the experience in a perverse kind of way. It had been so totally wrong and unacceptable, yet she had resigned herself to fate, for the sake of her coveted security clearance, and a shame smouldered inside her as she remembered closing her eyes and suppressing a groan of pleasure as the obviously experienced fingers explored. Her acceptance had probably turned what should have normally been a thirty second search into a ten minute full on lesbian porno film.

Now she was even later, and Ms Judith didn’t look happy.

“Yes, I’m Claire,” she replied a little breathlessly, from the security post to her lab was a good five minute walk, she had sprinted and made it in under two. And I’m not as fit as I should be!

“I’m so sorry, I know I’m late… but I had a few problems with security!”

Judith raised an eyebrow before nodding slowly. “First day, they don’t know you yet… tomorrow will be easier.”

There was something about the way that the older woman nodded and asked no questions that gave Claire a clear sign that she didn’t need to explain further. Perhaps that’s the welcome everyone get on their first day… Spread your legs, take my fist… Now, welcome to Pharmadine Inc. have a nice day!

Judith offered a small smile, it wasn’t particularly warm or inviting, but Claire understood that her supervisor obviously found a frown much easier, that was her natural expression, so the smile had taken effort. “Get changed,” she instructed, “Then meet me back here in ten minutes… I’ll give you the full tour and show you what to do.”

***

Claire closed the toilet cubicle door behind her and locked it securely, she had the changing room to herself but didn’t want to risk getting caught as she removed her panties. They were annoying her, and proving to be a worrisome reminder that the feeling of a woman’s fingers exploring her pussy had been more than a mild turn-on.

It’s made me as horny as hell she admitted as she stepped out of her sodden underwear. The arousal was proving to be a direct challenge to everything that she had ever maintained about her own sexuality. She was as straight as it was humanly possible to get, she had lived through the university days and nights, while her peers were experimenting, trying drugs, alcohol and promiscuity, she had been unmoved and uninterested. She had devoted herself to study alone, yes, there had been advances made, she was a pretty girl with a body that made both men and women drool, she’d had lots of propositions from the guys… and the gals. She couldn’t even say that she had resisted temptation, because temptation simply hadn’t been there… only indifference. She knew what made her tick… university was for study not sex. But when the time for sex did come around… it would be sex with a man, no dispute, no confusion.

But now confusion raged!

The guard may have looked like a man, but there was no escaping what she really was.

A lesbian! Claire closed her eyes and shuddered as her hand slipped down between her legs and cupped her soaking sex. “I got touched up by a lezzie!” she groaned softly and pressed against her aching clit. “And I liked it!”

A small sigh escaped her lips as she dipped first one finger, then two, then three as she relived the experience again. She must have known how horny I became. When she heard the snap of latex she had understood that the gloves had come off, it was a clear sign that formality had just flown out of the window and that the search had suddenly become far more personal and intimate. But as her head spun Claire understood that she wouldn’t complain or object, she would simply accept… for my friends, my security clearance… for the animals she told herself repeatedly. But in that moment she knew that the cause, her friends, the animals were simply a scapegoat to justify her inactivity against a gross misconduct, because I’m enjoying it, she shook her head slightly in an effort to erase the thought, it was all too real, admission would have turned her ordered world upside down.

Admission would have put her clearly defined sexuality in question.

But that was then… and this is now she told herself, and the fact that I’m fingering myself and thinking about how good it felt when another woman did the same to me! Well, I guess it just proves that either I’m very confused… or maybe not quite as straight as I’ve always thought!

Claire gritted her teeth and swallowed down the rush of bewildering emotions that were welling from deep inside, she had loved what had happened, and she knew with absolute surety that had it been the male guard who had stripped and fingered her, he would be currently handcuffed and facing charges of sexual assault. But it had not been a man, it had been a woman, and Claire shuddered as her climax peaked, she had masturbated with a succession of beautiful girls faces spinning in her mind, the faces of friends, celebrities… the butch guard. “It’s wrong,” she groaned as shaking she started to come down. “It’s very wrong… but I hope that the detectors do the same tomorrow morning!”

Stop it! She demanded silently, shocked by her whispered desires, I’m here to do a job… everyone is relying on me. And after stuffing her sodden panties deep into her bag she snatched a fistful of toilet tissue and tried as best she could to wipe away the evidence of her unnerving excitement.

I think I might be Bi?

Question or Statement… she couldn’t say for sure, she just knew that for the first time in her life she had gotten herself off while thinking about other women.

“But right now, I have a job to do, I need to clear my mind.”

She was finally inside the machine, true, she was only the smallest of parts, but small or not, she intended to be the catalyst that sparked the beginning of the end for Pharmadine and its systematic abuse of innocent animals.

Chapter 3

“Vivisection!” Judith exclaimed, the shock clear in her tone, “Is that honestly what you think happens here?”

“Animal testing.” Claire nodded with confidence.

“Research,” Judith countered, “Medical research.”

“With respect, Pharmadine Inc isn’t exactly famous for its ground breaking advances when it comes to medical treatments.” Claire understood that it would probably be best if she kept her mouth shut, her cover slipped every time that she rocked the corporate boat, and I’m making waves on my very first day! But some things couldn’t be left unsaid.

“I’m a part of the team now,” she added, “So why sugar coat the facts!”

“The facts are… that you are under a serious misconception, we are not vivisectionists, we are not engaged in animal testing… we are researchers. Admittedly, our work is not striving toward some great and lofty humanitarian goal, in fact, some might suggest that our research is trivial. But not to the millions of men who suffer from impotence. It is the goal of this project to bring those men relief… no pun intended.”

Claire stared at rows of stainless steel mesh cages, there were hundreds, and in each was a dog, the noise was almost deafening. “So of course, these are all pets… how silly of me!” she replied sarcastically.

“Of course not,” Judith snapped in return, “For an educated girl you certainly don’t have much sense, they are all part of a control group. The more subjects, the greater the accuracy of any results, it is important to corroborate the findings of a one in ten result with a ten in one hundred, or a one hundred in a thousand. Accuracy and repeatability!”

Claire closed her mouth and felt a little foolish, she still wasn’t completely convinced but suddenly the leaked report that her group had received wasn’t looking either accurate or particularly genuine. Don’t accept at face value she warned herself, sometimes the most clandestine of organisations hid information from new recruits until their loyalty had been assessed.

“So how do hundreds of dogs help men who struggle to get it up?”

“Not just canines,” Judith replied, her expression softened as she saw the confrontation leaving Claire to be replaced by curiosity. “We are studying a variety of mammals here, by comparing the findings from different species groups we can determine where our research should be focussed. But maybe it will be easier for you to understand if I show you another control group.”

***

“Chimps!” Claire exclaimed as Judith led her into another room that contained an enclosure rather than pens.

“Almost correct. These are actually Bonobo, a branch of the chimpanzee family. And they are the backbone of our research efforts.”

“One step away from human testing.” Claire answered, her suspicions resurfacing.

“True,” Judith admitted, “Or possibly the best hope. We are not testing, we are sampling, studying and learning. You see, the bonobo is probably the closest relation that we have of all the higher primates… and like us, humans, the bonobo practices intercourse for recreation not just procreation. Where we differ however, is the fact that impotence is a trait that is rare to non-existent in bonobo males. They are capable of copulating at will, with many different family members, partners, mother, offspring… it helps to cement the group… hold them together.”

“So they are typical men,” Claire chuckled, suddenly seeing the lighter side, “They will screw just about anything!”

“A little crude, but basically accurate,” Judith offered a small smile, “But that is what makes them so interesting, their promiscuity is the subject of this study, or more accurately, what enables that level of sexual activity and prolonged erection!”

“Okay, I understand a little better now… but I’m still confused about the dogs, these guys are very close to us… genetically, but dogs?”

“They are a part of this study because they also display an ability to mate frequently, although they are not close on a genetic level, they are still worthy of study, great discoveries have been made in the strangest of places… who would ever had guessed that the study of mould would lead to the discovery of penicillin!”

Claire nodded her head, it made sense. “So what are my duties?” she asked as her eyes were drawn to a large black ape that sat atop a tubular steel climbing frame that was secured in the centre of the indoor enclosure. Promiscuous! She suppressed a grin, the deep chestnut eyes were locked on her, but it wasn’t the intensity of his gaze that drew her attention, it was the fact that he was stroking himself at a leisurely pace, a gentle action, almost as though he masturbated simply for the feeling rather than to achieve orgasm.

“That’s Donny, our alpha male.” Judith laughed, “Please excuse my language, but I’m afraid that you will soon learn that our Donny is a wanker, literally speaking, I think that he actually gets off knowing that we look!”

Judith chuckled now, either at her own choice of words, or the irony of the situation. “But to answer your question, what are your duties, Donny is giving you a clue.” Claire caught a glint in the older woman’s eye and braced herself.

“Your main duty here will be to assist in gathering specimens, we study semen, and it will be your task to harvest samples.”

“What, you mean I wait until Donny is nearly finished then hand him a test tube and a tissue?”

“Funny,” Judith laughed, “A sense of humour is a good thing to possess around here, but you are almost correct, you, along with the other interns in this section are required to express the semen in most cases.”

“Express?”

“By manual stimulation!” the older woman answered with an air of indifference.

“You are saying that my job is to go in there,” she nodded to the mesh fronted enclosure, “And physically help Donny to cum… by hand?”

“Good grief no,” Judith replied sharply, “The bonobo have a specialist keeper, interns are not permitted to interfere without strict supervision. The canine department will be your station, but do not be concerned, you will be trained.”

***

Claire sat in the staff lounge and sipped vending machine coffee from a disposable cup. Confusion had engulfed her and she didn’t know what to do. Ms Judith had been extremely convincing, and as Claire had cast an inquisitive eye around during her tour nothing had registered as suspicious. Nothing except that restricted access steel door, she had caught a glimpse of the white painted door with its stark red lettered sign.

No Admittance, Authorised Personnel Only.

Set into the frame she had seen a numeric keypad.

“What’s through there?” She had seen a shiftiness in her supervisors eyes as she almost chanted what appeared to be a rehearsed explanation.

“Clean rooms, nothing more, they are restricted to avoid contamination!”

Plausible, Claire thought as she blew across the steaming surface of her coffee. But something didn’t ring true, she couldn’t put a finger on it, call it a hunch she thought.

But now she faced a confusing choice. Evidence told her that the reports her group had received had been very inaccurate. They had been fed a line; get past security and something akin to a medieval torture chamber would be revealed, dogs and cats and helpless bunnies being slaughtered in a most barbaric way in the name of science. She hadn’t found that… she hadn’t found anything… except for that suspicious door, which probably does lead to clean rooms she admitted. But still a doubt niggled.

“But that isn’t really the dilemma is it!” she whispered to herself. She had a greater concern, ordinarily she would have shrugged and bided time until she could get confirmation on the clean room excuse, but something else was on her mind… what Ms Judith expected her to do.

“Can I jerk a dog?” even speaking the question aloud struck her as debased, “I could just walk away now… no harm done, no regrets.”

Claire shook her head a second before the door opened and a pretty but slightly chubby girl entered wearing a wide and friendly smile.

“Judy said I’d find you here,” the girl stuck out her hand, “I’m Lisa… I’ve been told I should show you what you need to do, and help you get started.”

Give it a couple of days Claire told herself as she shook the offered hand, only realising where it had recently been as the strong fingers engulfed her own. I just need a peep behind that door, curiosity satisfied… I can then get the hell out of here.

“So Claire, as soon as you’ve finished your coffee, I show you all you will ever need to know about hand-jobs!”

And wearing a toothy grin she gave the worried new arrival a cheeky and knowing wink.

“Don’t stress, this job is actually a lot of fun… believe me, you’ll never want to leave!”

Chapter 4

“Is this ethical?” Claire studied Lisa’s face as she opened a wire mesh door, on the other side a German Shepherd wagged his tail enthusiastically.

Lisa shrugged. “Never really thought about it… it’s just something that has to be done… a part of the job.”

Claire hesitated before following the cheerful and chubby intern. She had dedicated her life to the protection of animals, now what she was preparing to do seemed very much a case of abuse.

Lisa smiled. “I was nervous too, the first time. I stood there like you are now, and probably our thoughts aren’t that different… like, this is disgusting! Can I really do that? Is it fair, it’s not like he can complain or object. And worst of all, can I live with myself after, what has to be done is really taboo!” Claire looked from the dog to the girl, she wanted to nod, Lisa had captured her thoughts almost one hundred percent.

“Who knows if it’s ethical, I certainly don’t. But… I will tell you this much, they really enjoy themselves. These animals aren’t being abused in any way, surely if a dog is put in a position it hates then the automatic reaction is to bite or cower away… these guys don’t… Look!” Lisa pointed under the dogs stomach as her grin widened. “Now does that look like a dog who doesn’t enjoy what we do?”

Claire followed the thick finger and gasped. Between the Shepherds hairy legs hung a pink and purple monster nearing full erection.

“I guess that confirms what I’ve been saying, they all love a hand-job, and while they like it, I don’t feel guilty.”

Claire nodded slowly, strangely she found it difficult to drag her eyes away from the heavy penis, compared to its shaggy owner it looked so smooth, soft yet hard in a paradoxical way.

“Take no notice of him,” Lisa laughed as the German Shepherd nuzzled against Claire’s thigh, “He’s a cheeky bugger, always sniffing where he shouldn’t. You’ll have to get used to that, these guys are permanently horny, can’t blame them for trying it on I suppose!”

“Trying it on?”

“Oh yeah, they all do it from time to time… don’t tell me you never saw a dog trying to hump a leg!”

Claire felt herself flush slightly. “Are you saying that they try to hump your leg?”

“Get down on all fours now!” Lisa gave the widest smile, “Just give any of them half a chance and they will be trying to fuck you like a real bitch, forget about humping leg, these guys are ready for much more. And don’t forget, when they see me… us now I guess, they automatically think about sex. Imagine, we tug their cocks daily, of course they will want to fuck.”

The Shepherd rammed his nose tight against the junction of Claire’s thighs and snuffled excitedly, Lisa laughed. “Well Claire, he’s never got that excited over me before… you must smell extra good to doggie noses!”

Claire pushed the head away and felt her face burning, she knew exactly what had drawn the sensitive nose, she was also feeling decidedly disturbed as it pushed hard against a pussy without the comforting protection of panties. He smells how horny I was, he can smell my wetness.

It was not happening as she had planned, what should have been a reasonably straight forward surveillance was rapidly turning into a nightmare of confusion. Touched up by security, which left me as horny as hell she admitted with a feeling of shame, fingering myself in the bathroom when I should have been focussed on the mission, and now I’ve got a horny dog sniffing my wet pussy just before another girl jerks him off… this day can’t get any weirder!

Lisa dipped into her lab coat pocket and produced a thick rubber sheath shaped vaguely like a condom. “Come on boy,” she chuckled as she reached under his belly and professionally slipped the baggy rubber over his straining member. “As easy as that!” she glanced up at Claire as she began to stroke. The dog’s tail banged against the steel mesh cage almost in time with Lisa’s experienced hand.

“The researchers test the cum,” she began to explain, “Something to do with helping guys get a hard-on, or keep one. I don’t know how this stuff works, I just know I jerk em off and submit the sheaths with the pen number and date. Simple.”

Claire nodded, her attention focussed exclusively on Lisa’s hand.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“You mean wanking dogs?” Lisa laughed. “About eight months.”

“Have you been bitten?”

“Not bitten in a bad way, I’ve been nipped a few times, but that was only excitement, one of the others nipped the back of my neck once… that actually hurt quite a lot.”

“How the hell did he manage to bite the back of your neck?” Claire exclaimed, she could imagine hands or ankles, maybe even a nipped bottom… but the back of a neck?

“It was my own fault I guess,” Lisa began, “I’d been at a party all night, so when I got in here I was probably still a bit drunk, or at the best, really hung over. Pretty stupid of me really, I was late in so I just grabbed my lab coat and slipped it on over my dress, I figured I could sneak away and get changed later, after Judith had spotted me working. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I wasn’t prepared, I wasn’t alert, so one of these horny guys tagged me, and being an Alpha he grabbed me by the neck to remind me of my place!”

“Tagged you?” Claire gasped as understanding struck her, “You mean?”

“Yep,” Lisa replied, her response matter of fact, “And he was a strong bugger so I didn’t really have too many options, I mean, he had me by the neck and growled every time I struggled… I really didn’t have much choice but let him finish.”

Claire felt her mouth drop open, the girl was so casual about what had happened!

“Good boy,” Lisa crooned as the Shepherd began to whimper, his hind leg had been raised and pumping as Lisa recalled her story. “I felt him cum.” she said quietly.

“Who?” Claire asked, “The one who tagged you!”

Lisa laughed aloud. “Actually, I was talking about this big boy… but yeah, I felt that one cum too!”

“Now,” she stated as she stood and rapidly tied off the end of the sheath. “I think it’s time you got your hands dirty… the next one is yours!”

Chapter 5

Claire stood under the shower and trembled.

What she had done that afternoon should have left her feeling sickened and degraded.

Degraded… yes she admitted silently as the warm water flooded through her blonde hair, but sickened, no, well maybe, a little! “What the hell is wrong with you Claire?” she questioned aloud.

Over the course of the day her entire sexual being had been turned completely upside down. Turned on by a woman… a fucking ugly woman! But then after... she struggled to come to terms with her feelings. “Okay,” she sighed, “I’ll say it, fondling all those impressive cocks made me even wetter!”

She shook her head, still she couldn’t understand what was happening inside her rebellious body. Rebellious! It was certainly rebelling against her former illusions of morality. She had gained arousal in the most alien of places, a woman… and animals!

It had all begun when Lisa had so casually stated that she had been tagged by a horny alpha male, she had been so matter of fact about having been penetrated by a male of another species, what had happened wasn’t interracial, which many people in her close circle of friends considered slightly taboo… this was inter genus, inter-species.

Unnatural!

But if the act is so distasteful, why the hell did I bloody gush like that? Unconcerned Lisa had ventured into graphic detail discussing how being pinned down and fucked like a bitch wasn’t half as bad as it sounded. “Being honest,” she had giggled, “It was close to the best fuck that I’ve ever had!”

Claire bit her lip and avoided asking what had been her best, somehow she felt scared that the answer wouldn’t involve a human being!

Still feeling a disturbing arousal she had taken the sheath from Lisa’s hand as they stood in the next cage. Her Shepherd was equally enthusiastic and the feeling of his nose pressing against her ass created a flood of confused thoughts, she pictured chubby Lisa on all fours, the dog mounting her, humping away like crazy. Claire swallowed nervously as she realised that she wanted to watch it happen, she needed to see the girl getting fucked, her confusion grew as she pushed the head aside and reached down with the sheath. It was big and baggy, much bigger than the dangling cock, and moments later she had slipped it up and grasped the shaft gently. The tail’s wagging increased in tempo, and a leg began to twitch in time with her regular stroking.

Dirty bitch she thought as she realised that she was actually enjoying herself, Lisa stood at her side and smiled as she looked down.

“See, it’s not that bad when you actually do it.”

Claire nodded and felt herself blush as a small grin of agreement came to her lips, but how can I remain professional in a situation like this she asked herself, she felt her world shifting. She seriously doubted that the lab was hiding anything sinister, so she could have easily made her excuses and run like hell, she had achieved what she had set out to do.

They probably are just clean rooms she told herself, yet something held her, and suddenly she wasn’t completely convinced that it was only the secret hidden behind the white painted door that gripped her.

“He’s close now!” Lisa’s words drifted into her mind, she knew he was close, he had been her total focus. The tail had literally thrashed as her grip and pace increased, his hind leg wind-milled in the air, she sensed his orgasm build.

“Cum for me,” she heard herself whisper, her grip tightened again and for a fleeting moment she wished that the rubber sheath wasn’t insulating against skin on skin, fuck, what a terrible thing to think she chastised, but still the image lingered in her mind.

The moment of his climax was marked by a whimpering that she may have previously mistaken for discomfort or pain. But Claire knew better now as she felt his cock twitch and the sheath begin to warm and fill.

“Good boy.” she chuckled as she pulled the rubber away and knotted it just as Lisa had.

“You’re a natural!”

Claire looked up from her hand and smiled, she couldn’t explain how she felt, but with absolute certainty she knew that Lisa understood.

“It feels special… doesn’t it!” Lisa made a statement and Claire nodded, “It’s like a form of flattery. They find us hot enough to make them cum… and we aren’t even the same species!”

“It’s just stimulation, the rubbing actions.”

Lisa shook her head, “I don’t agree, there have been a few men working here, now if it was just stimulation then surely a guy would be better at giving a hand job, I mean, every single guy I know is a complete wanker, always got a hand on his cock. Well, the strange thing is, these guys didn’t like it at all, wouldn’t settle or accept it. But when we have new girls… well, I don’t need to tell you about how keen they are. I really believe that in some way, we actually turn them on!”

Claire shrugged slightly, she had her own theory developing, but she hesitated before posing the question that may prove her hypothesis.

“Can I ask you something personal?” Claire held the interns eye and wondered if she dare ask.

Completely open, Lisa beamed a wide smile. “Sure, as personal as you want.”

“Well,” Claire began, hedging around the point, “I’m just wondering if there is a reason for their excitement and willingness, maybe they smell something enticing?”

“Pussy?” Lisa cut through to the chase.

“Well, yeah, that’s what I was getting at, I mean men don’t smell like us… maybe the dogs just smell pussy and it’s that causing their excitement.”

“So is your pussy wet too?” Claire suppressed a gasp as Lisa bluntly posed the question she had been edging nervously toward.

“Well… yes!” she stuttered.

“Then it’s probably that,” Lisa continued unconcerned, “I’ll admit, I’m usually dripping when I do this job… so you make a good point, so if you’re wet too, it just adds to the confirmation.”

***

Claire had entered the next cage alone. Lisa had handed her a wad of sheaths and commented that she didn’t need any training, what she had displayed with her first had been sufficient. “And if we split up we will be finished by lunch… you do this side, I’ll do the other,” and with a grin she had dipped into her pocket to produce a rubber. “Happy wanking Claire.”

She had tried to remain detached and professional, yet being alone proved a distraction and temptation. Claire avoided dwelling on the facts, but she was aware that she allowed each successive dog to linger longer as it sniffed her pussy or ass, she anticipated the touch, she enjoyed the sensation but refused to admit. But it wasn’t the probing and ever more welcome noses that caused her to tremble as she stood in her shower at home that evening. It was a growing shame that she felt inside, she had plunged into a pit of degradation, I was so fucking horny she admitted as she cast her mind back to the fateful moment when professionalism slipped and fell.

Glancing over her shoulder she had reached forward, but rather than slip the sheath into place over his penis she had gripped it in her left hand, and with her back to the entrance and blocking her actions, she had delicately gripped the swollen and heavily veined cock in her bare hand.

“This is going to feel much better boy,” she whispered as she caressed the silken skin, “It’s going to feel so much better for both of us.”

Chapter 6

That night her dreams were vivid. She watched Lisa strip, for a chubby girl she had quite a decent figure and Claire found herself admiring the full breasts and meaty pussy.

“Do it for me.” she had whispered. Lisa had grinned and stepping forward had drawn her into a deep kiss before turning and dropping to her knees.

“I’m ready.” she had laughed.

Even in her dreams Claire felt her face and neck flush red as she fingered her dripping hole and watched the intern get fucked by a succession of horny dogs. Lisa had howled and moaned like a true bitch as the dominant Shepherds filled her to overflowing.

“More!” Claire whispered as another pulled his swollen knot free from her stretched and gaping pussy, “I want more, I want them all to fuck you.”

Lisa had looked up with tears in her eyes and nodded slowly. “All of them,” she gasped in reply as another horny alpha mounted her wide white ass and slipped swiftly into her welcoming hole.

With a groan Claire had awoken and found her fingers buried deep in her aching snatch. “Oh my God!” the words emerged as no more than a strained whisper. “What the hell is wrong with me?” She remembered the feeling of hot smooth skin under her fingers, and she tried to close her mind to the fingers that had invaded her personally, she swapped the butch security guard for Lisa in her mind and shuddered as her orgasm peaked. “I want to watch her get fucked… but more than that, I want her to touch me… I want to touch her!” Claire shook her head and felt a tear trickle down her cheek, quite why she was crying she couldn’t say, but her emotions were a maelstrom of confusion, morality conflicting with thoughts and visions that she knew were illicit and beyond taboo. Sleep, she told herself, and hopefully it will make more sense tomorrow.

***

Tomorrow, of course brought no great revelation or clarity, and she woke at dawn feeling just as confused.

“Okay,” she told her reflection in the bathroom mirror, “Keep an open mind, just do the job, and don’t get emotionally involved.” her expression was stern but in her heart she knew it was a sham, she had butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she was anticipating getting into work, even the thought of a repeat security check excited her.

I have to get a look at the clean rooms… if that’s what they really are.

“And if they are just that… then what?” She shook her head and squeezed toothpaste onto her brush. She had made a commitment to the cause, if there really was no abuse taking place in the Pharmadine labs, then there were plenty of others that she would be called to infiltrate. She couldn’t afford to allow her new found, and very disturbing kinky streak to interfere with her true calling.

“Concentrate!” she ordered herself. “Get in, check it out. If the place is clear… move on without fuss.” It sounded simple as she said the words, yet always lurking in the back of her mind was the image of swollen cream and purple cocks, and a plump girls chuckled admittance to enjoying being treated as a genuine bona fide bitch!

***

“Perfect!” Ms Judith offered a more genuine smile as Claire closed the staff lounge door behind her. “Now you have a better idea of what happens here you can perhaps understand why a percentage of new girls never show up for day two!”

Claire shrugged and tried not to grin. “It’s not that bad, not much different to a farmer milking cows daily!”

Judith chuckled, “Well, that’s a new one, but probably not far from the truth, just don’t get confused when you make the tea, it may be creamy and white, but I’m damn sure it’s not good as milk!”

Claire smiled as Lisa arrived dressed in a waterproof overcoat, being responsible for feeding she had started early.

“I knew you’d be here this morning.” the intern said with confidence as she stripped away the waterproofs and donned her white lab coat. “I told myself yesterday, Claire is a natural, she will fit right in here!” the second comment had been directed at Judith who nodded thoughtfully.

“You make it sound like I passed a test!” Claire laughed and pulled on her own knee length white coat.

“But you have my dear.” Judith began, “Here we are always looking for girls with the aptitude to fit in.”

“Aptitude?”

Judith smiled. “Well, you have to admit, this isn’t exactly a run of the mill job. We find that new girls either embrace the role and enjoy, or they run like hell after the first day. The fact that you are here now speaks clearly.”

“I don’t know about enjoy!” Claire began, but the look on Lisa’s face cut her short, she felt her cheeks tingle and concentrated on the buttons of her coat, she knows, she saw right through me.

“Well, you are here regardless of motives,” Judith became businesslike, “So ladies… you have duties to attend to.”

Claire nodded and checked her pocket for sheaths. Why couldn’t I admit that I enjoyed myself she asked silently as she followed Lisa to the long building lined with dog pens, I did enjoy it, I even jerked that last one off without the sheath. In her mind she relived the moment, she had held the rubber just below his pointed tip as she stroked him skin on skin. And it was amazing she admitted as she recalled the moment that the first strong jet of creamy doggy cum had spurted, she had gasped and squeezed him gently, he had rewarded her with a stronger jet and a whimper of pleasure that seemed to come from deep inside. But it had been another action that had touched her most deeply, he had turned his head to her, and as she watched the last of his sticky cum dribbling he had licked her face… like a kiss she told herself, or a thank you!

“Personal question?” she spoke to Lisa’s back as they entered to a chorus of excited barking.

“Ask away,” came the reply, “I already told you, ask me anything.”

Claire felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach again but quickly quashed the nerves. “Have you ever made one of them cum without using the rubber?”

Lisa turned and beamed a smile of pure delight. “Now that’s a great question. Simple answer; Yes, many times, oh yeah… so many times. And they always seem to enjoy it much more, I mean, okay, these guys love a hand job… but ask any male, regardless of species… Hand? Or mouth? You know which they will always choose!”

“Mouth!” Claire gasped in shock. Fuck, this girl is so open, and she sucks them. Claire had felt kinky and depraved for merely touching a canine cock, now Lisa was casually discussing taking the same cock into her mouth and sucking it. In a dream Claire found herself asking the obvious question.

“Oh yeah,” Lisa chuckled, “They always cum… and I always swallow!”

 

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