Gee, Thanks Mom!

By BDLong
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Arthur and Max had been content to leave us alone for the night, though they did insist on sleeping by the window and the door, which said to me that they still didn’t fully trust us not to run. When I woke, it was to the thought that Mother had said they had been specially trained, but as I lay in bed with Miriam’s arm draped across me, I suspected they had not come directly from a kennel somewhere. I wondered how many times they had been used for this purpose. How had many other young women been taken in by this duo? How many had shrieked in pain and terror as Max or Arthur took their virginity? How many had succumbed to the pleasure?

I felt fingers brush delicately against my pussy, and I realized they were my own. The thought of dog cock plunging in and out of me, filling me up and driving me to orgasm after orgasm, had stoked warmth in my belly, and I felt slick wetness prime my body for another round. I continued to rub myself and felt my body begin to ache for release.

Suddenly, I felt more fingers touch me.

“Didn’t get enough yesterday?” Miriam said in a low voice.

I shook my head.

“Amazing,” she said. “I had no idea you were so insatiable.” She slipped a finger into me with ease, and I sighed with pleasure.

“Neither did I,” I said, half moaning as I rolled toward her and kissed her neck.

She slid another finger into me, and I pressed my crotch into her hand, burying her fingers as deep as they would go. I dared not say so, but it wasn’t deep enough. Not anymore. Still, Miriam’s touch was as intoxicating as ever, and I squirmed as she worked her fingers in me. I kissed her neck, her lips, her ears, and her breasts. I even kissed the red lines on her skin, where the dogs’ claws had scratched her. When I tried to go farther down, she stopped me. Fingers still buried in me, she guided me up, farther and farther, until my glistening sex was hovering above her mouth. I lowered my hips and felt her tongue slide against my clit. I gasped. It was a completely different sensation from Arthur’s aggressive lapping. This was gentler but precise. Miriam knew exactly how to tease and please me, and as she did, I cried out in ecstasy.

I clapped a hand over my mouth, but Arthur and Max were now wide awake. For a moment, they just watched as Miriam ate my pussy, but eventually, Max got up and came to the side of the bed. I ignored him, trying to focus on the delicious tonguing I was receiving, but he started making frustrated sounds. Miriam stopped her licking and looked first at Max and then at me.

“Lay back, sweetie,” she said.

I did as she said, but she shook her head and made a turning motion with her hand. I turned my body, so I was lying across the width of the bed with my knees at the edge and was shocked when she rolled off and went to her knees on the floor. Before I could ask any questions, she dove back between my legs. I saw Max sniff around her rear a little and then give her a few cursory licks. I felt her hot breath quicken against my clit, and we both gasped when Max mounted her. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched her face contort in pleasure and pain as Max drove himself into her.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck!” she cried out. This time, I could tell the pain was easier to ignore. My second time had been easier than the first. It was still rough, but that was to be expected. I suppose it also helped that she had most of her chest supported on the bed. Max pounded her, and the sounds of wet, sloppy fucking and pleasured wailing filled the bedroom. When he finally stopped, Miriam looked disappointed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“He didn’t get his knot in,” she said, breathless but frustrated.

“Knot?” I said.

“The big swollen bit at the base,” she said. “I looked it up on my phone last night. Took forever. Your internet connection sucks.”

Max pulled out of her, and she grunted at the sudden emptiness and rested her head on my thigh. I could feel her breath against my aching sex, but I was too intrigued to let this go.

“Your phone?” I asked, feeling stupid for have completely forgotten about that option. She nodded. “You could’ve called the cops, your family, anyone. Why didn’t you?”

“I know what it’s like to want revenge,” she said. “I want to see you get it, and I’ll do whatever it takes. Because. Because I think I love you.”

I sat up, bent forward, and kissed her as she knelt there on my bedroom floor, dog cum dripping from her pussy.

“Mother is going to be so upset,” I said.

“Well, after we’re through with her—”

“Because I think I love you, too,” I said, pulling her up onto the bed with me. “For her, that is much worse. Now, lie back. It’s my turn.”

Miriam and I switched places, and I watched as more of Max’s cum dribbled out of her. I leaned into her, placing my chest on the mattress between her legs and tasted some of the cum. I’m going, being honest. It didn’t taste great. It wasn’t completely repulsive, either, but I much preferred pussy. Luckily, Miriam was right there.

I had cleaned up most of Max’s mess and had begun to taste mostly Miriam when I felt Arthur’s cold nose poke my butt. As Max had, he licked me a few times and then mounted me, gripping me around the waist. There was almost no clumsy poking around this time. The dogs had learned their way around our bodies, and muscle memory was setting in.

My muscle memory, however, was not quite there yet. The stabbing pain of the big Rottweiler’s invading cock shot through my body, and I yowled. Miriam held my head in her hands and cooed as soothingly as she could.

“Baby, just relax,” she said. “Don’t tense up. Let him take you. Be his bitch.”

I took deep breaths and focused on her voice. To think that I had been the first to give in… I had become so focused on anger and revenge that I was coiled up like a spring. Now, starting at my neck and shoulders and rolling down my back like a cool breeze, my body began to relax. And as the muscles around my pussy loosened up, the stabbing pain was almost instantly replaced with the kind of manic ecstasy that comes from rough sex. I pressed my butt backward against Arthur’s thrusts and felt his semi-swollen knot squeeze past my tight entrance. Now I cried out in pleasure and moaned when the knot, now fully engorged, refused to come out.

I imagined myself as a willing slave to this beast and felt fuller and more satisfied than I had either of the two times before. I knew that my master’s knot, though stretching me to my limit, would not harm me and that I would be released when my master was done with me. In the meantime, I dove back into Miriam’s waiting pussy. My tongue traveled over every nook and cranny, teasing and tempting, and when her body began to tense with anticipation, I found her clit and worshipped it.

Miriam wrapped her legs around Arthur, pulling him more tightly against me and stuffing his cock even farther into me. I yelped and moaned but continued licking and sucking. I knew she was close when her legs released Arthur and stiffened by my sides. Arthur’s knot was also grinding hard against my g-spot, and I felt myself at the brink of orgasm.

In a chorus of screams, we came together, bodies convulsing and twitching. And when it was all over, Arthur’s knot popped out of me, and a flood of hot cum poured down my legs. I didn’t bother to get back up on the bed. I couldn’t. So, I just collapsed onto the floor, panting.

“That was a hell of a way to wake up,” Miriam said.

*****

Once we had cleaned ourselves and the room up a little, the rest of the day was busy. I felt as if a spirit of revenge possessed me in my search for the storage devices. I worried that Mother had directly linked the recording equipment to a remote upload service in the back of my mind. But then I remembered again what Miriam had said. Our wealth gave me access to so many things beyond the reach of my peers, but our internet connection was the pits—far too slow to upload such a large amount of data. This wasn’t so at any of our other homes, only at the cottage. And now I think I knew why. It insulated me from the world, at least while at home. So, like the dogs, it was yet another device to bind me to my duties as Mother and Father saw them. But also, like the dogs, it would be turned to my advantage.

I had been musing on this out loud while sitting on the edge of the pool, looking down at the whistle at the bottom.

Miriam said, “It seems to me that those recorders couldn’t be running all day every day for weeks or months at a time without needing some kind of maintenance. My dad’s a security guard. Footage from his company’s systems gets overwritten every three days. Your mom said she’d be back in a week, right? She wasn’t here for very long, and she was never out of our sight for a minute.”

“And she was only in the entranceway,” I said. “You think she had a remote of some kind.”

“It’s a good bet,” she said. “Where’s the basement?”

“I don’t think there is one.”

“Dee, this is your house, and you don’t know if there’s a whole section you haven’t seen?” Miriam said.

I wanted to tell her that my family probably had entire houses I didn’t know about but decided against it for the moment.

“I guess we should find out, huh?” I said.

We searched for access to some kind of basement for the next hour but came up empty. There was no cellar door on the outside of the house; I’d have noticed that already, but we checked again for good measure. Inside, we opened every door we could find, but nothing led downward. As we sat on the couch, resting and thinking, Arthur jumped up next to Miriam, but to our surprise, he just curled up and rested his head on her thigh. Max wandered in, too, but just stood in front of the couch.

“I don’t suppose you’d know anything, would you?” I asked him.

He cocked his head. I supposed it was too much to ask and, frustrated, shoved the pillowcase away from me with my foot. One of the cameras tumbled out onto the carpet, and Max lowered his head and sniffed at it curiously. When he licked it, I definitely remember thinking to myself, “Please don’t eat it.”

He didn’t, of course, instead of slinking away. A few minutes later, however, he reappeared with another camera in his mouth. Dropping it next to the other one, he looked up at me expectantly. I chuckled.

“Good boy,” I said. “That’s one less I have to find later, I guess. But what I really need are the hard drives.”

He cocked his head at me again, and then he did something extraordinary. As before, he lowered his head to sniff the electronics, but this time, he stuck his whole head in the pillowcase, lifted it, and started shaking it. The cameras are scattered everywhere.

“Max!” I said. He stopped, cloth bag still covering his head. I pulled it off. “That’s enough.”

He lowered his ears and slunk off again. I started gathering up the cameras and putting them back in the bag, and when I had collected about half of them, I heard a scratching come from the back toward the kitchen. Thinking he maybe had to go out, I called, “You were just out. Hold it for a minute.”

Then I heard a yapping bark from him. That was new. Most of his barks had been low and mean, a practiced technique for controlling us, no doubt. At this bark, Arthur lifted his head and stood.

Max stood in front of one of the closet doors in the hallway outside the kitchen and behind the staircase that led up to the bedrooms.

“We already checked there,” I said. Max scratched at the door, anyway.

I looked at Miriam, but she shrugged and said, “Hey, maybe he knows something we don’t.”

So I opened the closet again. It was full of utility items, boxes of batteries, tape, and string, lined up neatly on shelves. Now that I looked at the space with different eyes, it hit me: this was the only closet in the house with a rug. It almost matched the color of the floor, so I had never noticed it. I lifted the rug’s edge and immediately saw the brass latch, set into a combination lock.

“My dad taught me how to pick these open,” Miriam said. “You want me to—”

“No,” I said. Kneeling, I rolled the numbers into place and pressed the smooth brass brad. A solid metallic click resulted.

“Oh shit,” Miriam said, putting her hand on my back as I stood. I didn’t face her, though. I didn’t want her to see my embarrassment. Instead, we both looked down at the numbers: my birthday.

I threw back the rest of the rug and hooked my finger into the pull ring.

The door was heavier than it looked, but the reason for that became instantly obvious. On the reverse side were rebar reinforcement and a square of foam pyramids. I poked at one with my finger.

“Soundproofing,” Miriam said. “Just like in a recording studio.”

“Holy shit,” I said. Whatever was supposed to happen down below, and perhaps whatever had happened in the past, it was already crushingly apparent that it was to be a secret.

“Are you sure you want to go down there?” Miriam said. “I can go to you.”

I shook my head. “No,” I said. “I need to see it for myself.” Max beat me to it, though, padding cautiously down the curiously long concrete stairs.

The interior of the basement looked like the inside of a cave. There were concrete columns at regular intervals, and there was a faint glow coming from one corner. On the walls, ceilings, and on most of the columns were the same pyramidal soundproofing. The floor was weird. Instead of bare concrete, it had been tiled with linoleum. As soon as my feet hit it, I knew why. It would be pretty easy to clean and was softer.

In a corner near the stairs was a desk with a larger computer than the one I thought I’d find. The monitors were switched off, but the LEDs on the bank of hard drives were flickering away, no doubt recording data from undiscovered cameras.

“Hm,” I heard Miriam mumble.

“What?” I said.

She held up her phone. “No service,” she said, “not even wi-fi. The cameras must have their own link.”

Max’s ears flattened as he slunk over to the desk and sat.

“Good boy,” I said.

As I approached the desk, I almost tripped over a steel loop bolted firmly into the floor. Looking down, I saw more. And now that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light, I saw a few other spots around the basement with loops on the floor.

Suddenly, with a click, the lights came on. I looked back and saw that Miriam had found the light switches on the side of the stairs. With the basement lit, I realized two things: it was a miniature prison, bigger than it seemed at first.

“I can’t believe what II see,” Miriam said. Arthur had cautiously followed her down the stairs and stuck close by her side.

While we had accepted our situation and given ourselves over to the pleasure that our guardians offered, we hadn’t forgotten why they were here and what they were trained for. Nevertheless, I caught myself feeling sympathy for them. The sinister nature of the cottage’s basement clearly affected them as much as it did us. When Arthur nudged Miriam’s hand with his snout, she scratched him on the head. Apparently, she felt the same way I did.

Against a far wall, there was a large wooden armoire. Careful not to trip over any more loops in the floor, I made my way over to it and took a deep breath as I put my hand on the doorknobs. But the doors wouldn’t open. I tried again, but it was shut tight. There was an old-style keyhole that looked distressingly well used.

“Did your dad teach you how to pick any other locks?” I asked.

Miriam nodded. “A little,” she said. “They all work pretty much the same way. That one should be no sweat. I’ll be right back. She ducked up the stairs with Arthur tailing her.

While she was gone, I took a minute to privately process that my parents had built a dungeon under their cottage specifically for me. It must have cost quite a lot to build something like this in secret. They could have spent the money on property or monetary investments, I thought, and then remembered that, to them, I was such an investment. Anger bubbled in me like hot tar.

Oh, Mother, I thought. The things I am going to do to you!

Miriam returned a minute later with a couple of pieces of bent silverware from the kitchen. “If this were a modern lock, I’d need something smaller, but lucky for me, this is an antique,” she said.

I didn’t pay much attention to her work, but I got the gist of it. All it took was patience and a little know-how, and a deep click indicated that the armoire was unlocked. I opened the doors this time and got a horrible sinking feeling in my guts.

Inside, hanging neatly from hooks, was everything Mother had thought she would need to break me. Clearly, the dogs were just the start. Or were they? It occurred to me that had I been alone, and I might not have been naked in the hot tub. Had we simply been easy marks? Had the dogs crapped out on their training and jumped the gun?

“It’s got your name on it,” Miriam said, bringing me back to the moment.

I looked down and saw, sitting in a velvet-lined box atop the bottom drawers, a collar. I reached down and picked it up. Yet another thing for with no expense had been spared, the collar was firm, but soft leather, studded with rubies, which Mother knew were my favorite. The steel fastenings appeared to be nickel-plated and came together with two loops, which looked as if they were designed to support a padlock. There were loops around the rest of the collar and no doubt to be hooked onto the leash that hung next to a very unpleasant looking whip. I bet the idea was also to attach it to one of the many loops on the floor or the columns with the bottom drawers’ ropes. And, yes, engraved on a rose gold plaque opposite the buckle was my name in a rather baroque ***********.

I unclasped the buckle, put the collar around my neck, and fastened it snugly into place. It fit perfectly.

“What are you doing?!” Miriam said, shocked.

“Taking what’s mine,” I said, turning, so the rubies sparkled. “How’s it look?”

“You’re kind of scaring me,” Miriam said.

I took her hand in mine and guided it up to the gilded collar. “I didn’t mean to,” I said. “I’m sorry. But this was meant to keep me bound to my family. Now, it’s what’s going to set me free. Set us free.”

I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Her finger slipped through one of the steel loops, and she pulled me in harder. Our tongues danced furiously for the first time since the ordeal with the dogs had begun.

“That’s more like it,” I said, feeling my heart racing.

“Now I wish I had one,” Miriam said as we parted.

“I doubt Mother figured on you being here,” I said. “But I bet she’ll have something made now that she knows. Lucky you.”

“You think she’d spend that kind of money on me?” Miriam said.

“Definitely,” I said, making my way over to the computer desk. “She’d never allow us to be together, of course, but I’m sure she knows people who know people.”

“What kind of people?!” Miriam fretted.

“People who would buy you,” I said, deciding not to sugar coat it. It’s not that I truly knew this, but I knew my mother, and I knew her friends. Evidently, they were the kind of people who would blackmail their own children and build dungeons to break them. Only a fool would think it stopped there.

“What—” she started, but when I switched on the computer monitors, the air seemed to leave the room.

On the screens were the feeds from the remaining cameras. It was a lot.

“Why?” Miriam said. “Why go through the trouble?”

She had a point. A grainy night-vision video had ruined many a celebrity. Why so much footage in such high definition? I had no answer for her, so I made notes of the cameras’ locations and closed each down, ceasing recording.

Once they were shut down, I felt marginally better until I saw the center monitor. On it was a grid of folders, each labeled with a location code. I opened the folder for the poolside gazebo. In it were folders labeled with dates. I opened the one with the previous day’s date. Apparently, the cameras’ recording functions were motion-activated because the first few videos were of birds, leaves, and then one of Arthur sniffing the grass. But then there we were in full color from multiple angles.

We milled about for longer than I remembered and then relaxed in the hot tub. Seeing myself on film for the first time in a long time was weird. It’s not that I thought I looked better, but I suddenly saw what Miriam saw. I still had small boobs, but they were cute. And I did have a cute little butt. The thing that had changed was the way I carried myself. I was sexy because I believed it. Weird how that works, I thought. Watching Miriam eat me out, I was tempted to zoom in, but I already knew what I’d see. Love.

And then the moment.

Max, the paper, the whistle. Me, slipping and falling. And then Max, on top of me, horror on Miriam’s face (I remembered that part), and then my face contorted in pain and humiliation. It was hard to watch my own rape, but I couldn’t look away.

When Miriam had tried to help, she had also been backed up against the hot tub by Arthur. At the time, it seemed like she had fought pretty hard, but on the screen, she had her head thrown back and was panting almost immediately.

It was at this moment that I noticed a little digital control panel next to the video player. The sound had been deactivated. I activated it. My screams were harrowing and came from speakers all around the room that had been designed to blend in.

I suddenly remembered the pain and terror. Max was sitting next to me and leaning against my legs, and I became very conscious of his presence. Unsurprisingly, there was a camera that had captured what I couldn’t see at the time, and it was no wonder I had been screaming. He was gigantic. My pussy seemed stretched to its maximum as Max fucked me without remorse. But then I had lowered myself down to see what was going on with Miriam. The new angle seemed to make things easier on me, not just because Max’s cock had better access, but because my screams and sobs had begun to turn to little whimpers, at first of resigned pain, and then increase of pleasure.

“Jeez, that was fast,” I said, unintentionally out loud. I think I’d meant to be self-effacing, but it came out as almost affirming.

On the screen, it was Miriam’s turn, now. She slipped and fell (I made a note to get those paving stones textured), and Arthur was on her in a second. Now on the screen was almost too much to watch. Max’s knot plunged into me, I shrieked, and Arthur began fucking Miriam. After I fell away in a sloppy heap of dog cum, sweat, and pool water, I began encouraging her. At the time, I imagined I had been doing it to keep her from getting hurt too much and for her to get it over with quicker, but the truth was evident. I wanted her to enjoy it just as much as I had. I soothed her as she screamed for mercy, but I had clearly been broken. There was no hiding it.

“Damn, Dee,” Miriam said.

I thought she was blaming me, and I felt the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks, but her hand rested on my butt. I looked at her in confusion.

“You’re the horniest bitch I know, by far,” she said with a look in her eyes that spoke only of lust. “Probably the horniest bitch on the whole planet.”

She was right, of course, once I’d gotten a taste, I couldn’t get enough. Accessing the camera footage for the kitchen proved that. It wasn’t that I’d given in so fast. It wasn’t even that I’d encouraged Miriam to give in. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that Danielle on the monitor was excited by the prospect of having her body used by the dog that had, only a few hours previously, robbed her of her virginity.

Meanwhile, Danielle standing in the newly discovered basement dungeon, felt the wetness between her legs. I was about to watch myself take a dog willingly for the first time, and I could barely take the anticipation. I felt like I could come just watching myself get down on my hands and knees. On-screen, I screamed and hollered again. It had hurt, of course, but it had faded much faster, and pleasure had rushed in to replace it.

I squeezed my thighs together and fidgeted as I watched. Miriam’s hand still rested on my butt, and when she felt the urgency building within me, she slid her hand down the back of my flannel pajama pants and into my panties. I groaned with frustrated lust as her hand wedged between my clenched thighs, forcing them apart slightly and then sighed in pleasure as two fingers slid into me with zero effort. With her other hand, she pulled my pants down over my hips. Her lips and hot breath teased the crook of my neck, and I felt a soft moan escape my throat. While her fingers slid in and out of me from behind, her other hand went to work on my clit. I was in heaven, and then my eyes managed to focus on the monitor again, where, through the many electronic eyes in the kitchen, I saw her take Max’s knot. The shriek filled the basement for a moment, and I gasped as I writhed under Miriam’s ministrations.

I’d felt an orgasm building, but the warmth of her fingers left my clit. It was almost as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. Before I could complain. However, something hot and wet rasped across my clit. I looked down and saw Max lapping away between my legs.

“Yes!” I cried out. “Oh! Oh! Yes!”

Miriam’s fingers slid out of me and traced their way up the crack of my ass and my back. Soon enough, Max’s tongue was digging into my pussy, and I felt like electricity was shooting through me. Miriam pulled my shirt off, leaving me with my pants around my knees and the collar around my throat. I looked at her and realized she’d had time to strip.

She took my hand and guided me away from Max, who made a token attempt to follow but seemed to understand that he would get his turn soon enough. I stepped out of my pants, and Miriam led me to the armoire. When she pulled out the leather cuffs that hung on the back wall of the old wooden cabinet, I got a shriveling feeling in my stomach and looked at her with what must have been a concern.

“Don’t sweat, Dee,” she said, buckling two of the cuffs to my ankles. “I ain’t gonna hurt you. But don’t you want to know how this stuff works.”

“Why?” I said, my mind fogged by lust and frustration. She buckled two more to my wrists.

“For when your mom gets here,” she said with a matter-of-fact tone, punctuated by a kiss. “Now,” she continued, holding up the final two, which were bigger around than the others, “where do you suppose these go?”

I shrugged. She unbuckled one and tried it against different parts of my body until she concluded that they fit just above my knees. I looked at them. They were of similar design to the collar but lacked the nickel and ruby highlights. These were purely practical. Finally, Miriam led me over to the spot where I had almost tripped over the steel loop on the floor.

“What now?” I said blankly. I felt so dumb, so out of my element. I realized that even if the dogs hadn’t already broken me, Mother would have had very little trouble finishing the job. This feeling doubled when Miriam led me down to my hands and knees and locked the steel rings on my wrists and ankles to the floor’s corresponding loops.

 

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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