Kane’s Cum Bucket Bitch 2

By DiscipleN.
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Scranton Jones’s Sheltie next door had been in heat for less than a week. The next evening, I bustled over to his house, bringing a fresh-baked pie. The top crust was a bit of a mess. I’m a poor baker, a poor cook in general, but it was piping hot. I knocked, and he eventually opened the door but without greeting.

“I want to apologize for Kane, Scranton.” I held out the pie. “I know he’s been barking a lot, and I know you know the reason, but I won’t blame Flufflepuss.” (his Sheltie’s name). “She must be quite a thing to deal with when she’s in heat.”

Scranton is about six feet tall, half a head taller than me. He’s awfully thin, gangly, and moves like a marionette with a stick up his ass. He must have had terrible acne when he was younger. His face was pocked like raindrops on the sand.

“That racket interrupts my work.” He eyed the pie in my hand, one eye enticed, the other wary. Both were dark brown. They matched his skin tone. “But I know it’s not all your fault.”

I repressed an urge to fling a hot pie to pave the holes in his face with burning, cinnamon apple filling.

“Would you like to come in?” He took a step to open space.

“No. Thank you.” I held out the pie. “Dogs remain in heat for up to two weeks or longer. I can’t keep Kane inside every minute. He’s too big! I hope you can accept this as some compensation for the future.”

“Well-” He scratched his thinning hairline. “I hope you’ll try harder to keep the noise down.”

I felt the right opportunity had arrived. “Is there a reason you have for keeping Flufflepuss fertile?” I asked gingerly. “Do you breed her to other Shelties?”

“No!” He almost barked. “She’s nothin special, and cut’n on a poor critter ain’t right by God. But I don’t have to explain my reasons to you.” For a second, his words were highly accented. He pulled the door half-closed and stepped to block me. Then he plucked the pie tin from my hands. “Good night, Ms. Joyce.”

I puffed through my nose after the door had closed. Locks clicked within it. I turned around and returned home, hungry for pie.

I kept Kane inside for the next two days, taking him out only to pee. He saved his poop for indoors, but I was canny to his expectations. Without a proper run of the yard and play, he grew irritable. I tried running with him, but his leash kept fouling my pace and balance.

Whenever I sat to read the paper, he whined. On the morning of the second day, he barked at me. He even nipped at my shirt! “OFF!” I shouted immediately. He didn’t act rebuked. He did the strangest thing. He left – going into the kitchen.

When the awful smell hit me, I was surprised to see him come out of my room! Before worrying that he had taken a dump in the bedroom, I was surprised again to see my jogging shorts from two days prior dangling from his jaws. He must have stolen them out of the hamper.

He hadn’t pooped in my room. He had left his mess where it was supposed to go, on the newspapers in the kitchen. He wanted me to clean up his mess.

I simply sat staring at the sight of my dog, clearly urging me to submit to his will. Shame spun up through my senses. I cringed at the thought of prostrating myself for his use.

It was the stink of his excretion that compelled me to get up. I did go and take his mess to the outside garbage, but when he tried to push me onto my hands and knees while placing down fresh paper, I resisted and even stood up.

“To your CAGE, Kane.” I pointed to the living room. “Cage!” I repeated.

Before turning away and obeying, the look my dog gave me was an expression I’ll never forget. He wanted satisfaction. It wasn’t a pleading look. He didn’t whine or whimper. He almost sneered at me.

I found myself holding my breath. I exhaled and stood stunned.

The rest of that day was uneventful, except I fantasized about cutting a hole in the fence to let Kane rape Flufflepuss. That night, as Kane slept at the foot of my bed, I masturbated with my sturdy vibrator. I loved the low-frequency setting. ‘It was almost like being fucked by—.’ Unexpectedly, I remembered Kane’s manic thrusts against my butt. I grunted from the orgasm that filled me. It released some of my tension but none of my guilt.

Kane’s head raised above the end of my comforter. His eyes flashed from the dim light of moonbeams striking through the curtains. They accused me of hypocrisy from seven feet away.

The next day was our scheduled day to train with Connie. I was up and about early, letting Kane out back to pee, organizing my work for the day, fixing breakfast, going for a run by myself. I returned to sharp barking.

“KANE, come in!” I shouted from the back door.

He stopped leaping at the fence and ran in, immediately taking a shit on the floor, not even bothering to trot two extra feet to where clean paper awaited. He looked up at me with defiance. The smell was atrocious!

“CAGE, Kane. NOW!” I was angry!

He obeyed, trotting proudly into the living room. I grabbed the papers and did my best to scoop up his large, foul mess.

I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing the tiles when Kane marched in and mounted me! His jaws took my neck between sharp teeth, which felt like they were cutting me. He even shook my neck a little.

I flinched from slight pain and trembled as Kane began to hump his big dick against my hip.

A harsh knock at the front door surprised both of us. “Ms. Joyce! I know I’m early, but I had some new ideas.” Connie shouted.

Kane instantly pulled himself off of me and scrambled to the door. Instead of relief, I felt abandoned and dirtied. “I’ll be a minute,” I shouted back. It took a couple of minutes to collect myself and straighten my clothes. I rubbed my neck, but there wasn’t any blood. I found Kane sitting patiently beside the door. I wanted to snarl at him!

“Connie, I’m glad you’re here.” I invited the trainer into my home.

Kane licked her hand politely.

“Who’s a good boy?” She knelt and petted him.

I grumbled. “Ten minutes ago, he pooped outside of his area and then mounted me while I was cleaning up his mess.”

“Oh.” She gave Kane a reproachful stare.

Kane lowered himself fully to the floor, but his expression lacked repentance.

I felt left out of their silent conversation. “To be fair, I’ve kept him inside for two days. Still-”

“You’re right, Silvia.” The trainer interrupted. “He should behave better after only two days.” However, her hand continued to scratch behind Kane’s left ear. “Let’s do something about that, right now.” She stood up and marched away. “Into the kitchen.” She summoned me. Kane trotted alongside her.

“Get on your hands and knees, Silvia,” she said.

“I don’t want to reenact what happened. There has to be another way.”

“I don’t think those ways will work after you told me.”

“What did I tell you?”

“You could not follow the guidance I had set for you to assert your authority over Kane. He’s probably very confused, especially after having his routine disrupted for the last two days.”

“But you said he should have behaved better for longer.”

“I’ve changed my mind. We need to work on you, Silvia.” Connie said with stern confidence. “We can’t have you succumbing to your submissive side when the stakes are this high.”

“My submissive side?” I rejected her assertion. “I’m well in control of myself.”

“But not when it counts, or do you want Kane to develop his alpha nature while you hesitate and confuse him?” Connie pressed harder. “From our first training sessions with Kane, I saw that you weren’t even a beta female. You may be effective at work…” She nodded at the expensive appliances and devices surrounding us. “But you have to be the real you at home, or you’ll go mad.”

“That’s preposterous.” I didn’t stress the word.

“Then why did you hire me?” She laid it on the line. “You’re smart and organized and self-actualized. You could have learned how to train your fine husky by yourself. There are plenty of quality resources on the web.”

“I wanted the best. Somehow the internet has the idiotic notion that you are best around.”

“And you’re paying for the best.” She confirmed. “Now get down on your hands and knees and realize – what you’re paying for is to be the one trained.”

“G-get o-out.” I stammered. I wanted to be angry at her. I wanted to escape her crazy notions. I wanted to escape the mire of emotions sucking at my soul.

SMACK! Connie slapped me hard! “I said, on your hands and knees, Bitch!”

“OW!” I raised my hand against her, attempting to fight back.

RRROOWWFFF!! Kane erupted! He bolted up on his hind legs and batted my chest with his forepaws, growling.

“I’d be very careful what you do next, Silvia.” Connie cautioned.

“You’re d-doing this.” I blamed her, struggling to keep my balance.

“No. Your lack of spirit is the true culprit in this situation. Kane needs a strong authority to tame him. He respects mine but has lost faith in yours. Now accept that he will be in charge of you when you aren’t working.”

“I’m not going to submit to my dog. I’ll get rid of him first.”

SMACK! The trainer’s hand stung my face harder than last time.

“STOP IT!” I cried.

“GGGRRRRGGHHH…” Kane’s growl deepened, not seven inches from my face. He pushed harder, and I fell back, catching the lip of the counter behind me and twisting away from his paws. Kane dropped to all fours, not at all discouraged. Connie advanced, silently threatening.

I sputtered, “No! P-please!”

“Heel, Kane.” She held her palm down at her side. The animal scurried around her legs to stand there. He didn’t look at her. His eyes were locked onto mine, contesting my will.

My knees buckled on their own accord. “What is he going to d-do?”

“He’s the alpha, Silvia. He’ll do whatever he chooses, but I think you know already.”

My knees touched the floor. I looked across at Kane. Whose raised head nearly reached as tall as mine. His gaze made me feel smaller than him. “I-I guess if I have to, h-he can rub himself – until…”

Connie stepped forward and grabbed my hair. I kept mine short, but there was more than a handful to grip and tug.

“Oww,” I whined.

“This isn’t a game, not for Kane, Sil-vee.” She mocked my offer. Kane needs a bitch, and you’re going to be one for him.” Her hand gripped harder, and she pushed my head down until I had to catch myself with my hands on the floor.

“You can’t mean that.” I grasped at the hope that she couldn’t.

“I’m your trainer. Kane has waited too long for you to be trained. I’ll go easy on you this time, but only if you quickly submit to his authority.”

What did she mean? I looked at my handsome canine as if he had the answer. It was in his eyes. I would be his bitch.

Connie let go of my hair and raised her right palm in front of my eyes. “Stay there, Silvee. Wait for him to decide.”

I stood miserably still, afraid of what Kane or Connie would do. A different feeling appeared deep within my misery, a small sphere of calm halfway between my belly button and my spine. It was a strange, tiny hope that comforted as if to say, “It’s almost over, Silvia. Soon you’ll be free.”

My trembling didn’t slow, however. It worsened when Kane strode up and sniffed my behind.

“He’s checking to see if you’re in heat.”

“But I’m not a dog,” I whined. “It’s impossible for me to be in heat.” Perhaps if Connie understood that, she would call off this incredible charade.”

“Maybe not like a dog, Silvee, but he’s already mounted you three times. I wouldn’t be surprised if he can simply tell if you’re horny.”

“How could I be?” I grimaced up at her. “What you’re doing is abominable!”

Connie’s hand struck out and grabbed my hair again.

“Ow!”

“Don’t you dare disrespect either of us, Bitch.” She shook her head. “I was afraid that I might have to take you step by step through this lesson. But if that’s what it takes…”

Kane simply waited for the trainer to instruct me on how to submit.

“Please, no,” I whined uselessly. The calm sphere in my belly encouraged me to relax.

“I’m sorry that I have to do this for you, Silvee, but it’s for your edification. Next time is quick to submit.” Abruptly, Connie grabbed the waistband of my dark green polyester slacks. Without bothering to loosen the most ornamental belt, she tugged it with more strength than I guessed. A top dog trainer needed toned muscles.

“NO! Nothatplease!” I babbled.

“Kane needs to smell his bitch, to see if you’re ready.” Connie shook my head to ensure my attention. Her next tug on my pants pulled them and my pink underwear over and down my behind, stripping all modesty from that part of my body.

I’m not proud of my bum. It’s too big, in my opinion, but dieting and exercise hardly reduce it. It was quite toned, however, from years of effort. My breasts, I never liked how small they were, barely C-cups. I believed that men valued large tits over large asses, but who knew what a dog preferred? Unfortunately, by trying to shrink my butt, I only burned away my boob fat. I had to settle for an unsatisfactory balance.

Stripped butt naked by a power-mad woman, I cringed and tried to curl up into a fetal ball, but her fistful of my hair stopped me cold – keeping me upright on my hands and knees.

“I’m sure men would say you’ve got a hot ass, Silvee. You better hope that Kane approves. You wouldn’t want him to be less than completely satisfied by his new bitch.”

“Don’t you hear how crazy you sound?”

“You wouldn’t believe what I’ve taught dogs for their owners and vice versa.” She snickered. “How do you think I earned my stellar reputation among the rich and powerful?”

Suddenly, I felt Kane’s cold nose pressing into my butt. Snuffles of hot breath tickled me. He was checking to see if his new bitch was ripe. My rear jerked away or tried to. Connie swatted my butt back in line with a strong SLAP!

“Don’t you dare disappoint him!” She commanded.

Kane’s cold nose was abruptly replaced by a heavy tongue slapping up along my taint! “YIKES!” is the closest word to what I yelled. My involuntary flinch from the wet muscle attacking me earned a worse swat! CRACK!

“OW!”

“Keep still, Silvee. Your alpha is deciding if you’re worthy of his seed.”

Kane took several additional swipes with his tongue while he decided. I tried my best to bear with them. Tears filled my eyes. “This can’t be happening!” I wailed.

“It’s okay, Silvee.” Suddenly Connie was stroking my right side, near that breast. Her other hand steadied my head. “Cry if you need to, but prepare to accept your alpha’s decision.”

Kane leaped up on my back and hugged me at that exact moment. His rough claws scraped my thick, pink blouse. I felt his erect cock poking into my behind. “Ooo, it’s so hard and sharp!” I complained.

“We’re almost there, Sweetie.” Connie continued stroking me. Her hand brushed my double-clothed nipple several times, surprising me by how hard both had become. ” Silvee, a dog’s dick doesn’t get hard before entering a cunt. You’re feeling the bone in his dick, called a baculum. His erectile tissue is still soft, but some women can’t tell the difference.”

“noooo…” I whimpered. “Let me go. Please. I’ll pay you. I’ll sign over my house!”

“Shhhh, Little Bitch. You’re about to experience a joy that few people ever obtain. Kane’s dick will make you feel much better, especially when it tries to knot up inside of you. Talk about a hardon!”

Connie was talking nonsense, saying ridiculous things to calm me while my dog explored my bum with rapid, wild thrusts with his bone-firmed dick head.

“You’re not built like a canine bitch, Silvee. You have to help him.”

“No. I can’t – I-I won’t. It’s awful! Can’t you see this is torture?”

“Unbroken bitches always say that, and I didn’t expect you to behave differently.” Her free hand grabbed my left arm. “Put your weight on your right to keep your balance.” She tucked my hand between my thighs, above the waistbands of my raveled slacks and panties, which semi-trapped my bent knees.

Kane kept prodding with his hard prick, hoping to score his bitch and begin rutting in her/me.

“You don’t want him to plunge into your ass,” Connie warned. “I’ve seen it happen on the first time. You’re not able to handle that yet.” She urged my hand to grab Kane’s wobbling erection.

I wept again when my fingers touched his moist cock. I had expected it to feel slimy, but it was just lightly slick. I then worried that he was going to enter my dry vagina.

“Grab it and hold it still, Silvee. I told you we were taking this step by step.” She kissed my left temple. My hand caught the erratic prong, but my fingers released it instantly out of disgust.

“Bad bitch.” Connie rebuked me with a painful shake of my hair. “Try again.”

I managed to catch and hold Kane’s ready peen on my second try.

“That’s right, Silvee. Your alpha is probably enjoying the feel of your fingers on his eager cock.”

I grimaced at the light blue pattern on the kitchen’s base white floor tiles. I kept my mouth shut, wanting only to escape the horror surrounding me. Kane humped his rampant organ through my fingers.

Connie cooed into my ear. “I think you deserve a reward. You can let go, for now.”

I was wrong to think that my reward was to let go of my dog’s powerful dick. Connie pulled my hand out from between my thighs and reached in. I thought she was going to help Kane enter my unsuspecting puss.

Instead, she slipped two fingers into my vulva and felt the slit up and down! “No, Connie!” I objected, jerking side to side without successfully disengaging her probing fingers.

She jerked my hair backward, wrenching my neck with a painful punishment. “I warned you.” She threatened. I steeled myself as best I could while she groped my pussy. It took several heartbeats before realizing that she wasn’t trying to masturbate me.

“You’re wetter than I expected, Silvee. That’s a good sign.” Her finger worked only to elicit my vagina’s natural lubrication. When she mentioned the state of my puss, my attention zeroed in on the area that I had assumed was dry. She was right! It wasn’t.

The idea of being wet for a dog made me miserable again. How could I be wet from what was happening? I hated it! Tears splattered cold tiles.

“Just a little more, you nasty slut.” She humiliated me with her fingers until my crotch was nearly dripping.

Kane’s erratic hunches had slowed, possibly to cede access of my crotch to the alpha female.

When Connie was satisfied that I was ready to become Kane’s bitch, she withdrew her hand and called sharply. “Take him in your hand, Slut, and help him!”

No way. I wanted nothing more than to leap up and run into my room and lock the door! Only I would have fallen from the clothes binding my knees together. I felt incredibly helpless – I wanted to faint. It would have been a blessing.

What happened shamed me more than imaginable. The calm sphere within which invited acceptance of my fate expanded. My hand reached between my now wet thighs and fished for Kane’s wobbling cock. He was thrusting fast again but couldn’t hit the mark.

I caught him once more and whined continuously as my arm pulled his eager cock to my weeping sex. A warm cloud of submission enveloped my senses, as if I belonged on my hands and knees, helping the aroused animal humping on top of me to pierce my body from behind.

Connie released my hair. “You’re doing great.” She said hotly.

Kane broke my brief sense of wellbeing by stabbing roughly into my wet cunt!

I barked then. “OH MY GOODNESS!!” I nearly jumped up, but Connie grabbed my shoulders and kept me under Kane’s rocking belly. His paws gripped tighter when his dick dove deep into me. “This is who you are now.” Connie’s voice soothed.

“I don’t want it! I don’t want it!” I sobbed!

“Shhh.”

As soon as Kane’s thrust hit the bottom of my puss, he pulled back and fucked with rapid, powerful strokes. He was incredibly big and hard! I yelped, “NO!” for the first twenty thrusts.

I cried and cried while Connie cooed into my ears. “Giving yourself to the alpha is a wonderful thing, Silvia.” She used my proper name. I only felt more humiliated, being fucked by the animal I had once loved! “I hate him.” I whimpered.

“No, Dear. You’re giving the love he needs and no longer the selfish love of a pet owner. By letting Kane own you, you’ll one day experience the tremendous bond possible between animal and human.”

“I hate it!” I kept sobbing. “I hate it!” Kane’s fierce and heavy pounding seemed to tear at my insides, yet I felt something else. The sphere of calm was growing hot within me. Its soothing presence was transforming into desire. I prayed this was a nightmare, that I would soon awake to my privileged, satisfactory life.

“Accept your place, your purpose to obey the alpha. Accept his love into your heart, and you will know the joy of angels.” Connie planted a wet kiss on the back of my neck.

My body lurched involuntarily from an abrupt and unexpected rush of pleasure! Kane was pumping pure lust into my sopping loins. A series of grunts escaped my mouth from his heavy thrusts. He acted only on instinct and need. There was no negotiation, no wooing. He was taking his bitch like nature had built him, powerful and adaptable. His cock was perfect for taming wild, teasing cunts. It pummeled my insides without regard for my feelings.

Somehow my tears pulled from my heart a startling realization. I had been teasing the alpha, depriving him of the bitch next door while refusing to offer myself in her place! An orgasm swept through me, electrifying my epiphany. With weak people, a true alpha dog is a dangerous thing. Connie had performed miracles to prevent him from tearing me apart in a lust-fueled frenzy. She had understood how I must transform, to bond safely and inseparably with Kane.

“Kane!” I wailed as the pain of his thrusts sparked flames in my pussy. “I’m SORRY!”

Connie drew away from me and pulled out her phone. I was too far out of my right mind to recognize her recording us. Later, she promised that the video was only for her protection if I failed to succumb to my natural personality. She swore she kept these videos under heavy encryption. Even if she died, there was no copy of the password, and no one would be able to decode her special archive for another five of my lifetimes.

At that moment, my awareness was focused on pleasing the beast who had chosen me to breed with. “I love you, Kane!” I groaned under his continued assault. He battered my wet pussy with incredibly rapid strokes of hard, cunt stretching cock! The heavy tip pounded against my cervix. It was a necessary agony, I told myself. But even those sharp pains were adding up to yet another climax.

I grunted and moaned under his mating frenzy. I was nearly foaming at the mouth, joining in the madness, humping back against his frantic thrusts. He growled lustily and barked when need trampled his pure soul. Our mating howls echoed around the kitchen.

Tears continued to shake from my eyes. Pleasure and pain-wracked my senses. I was caught between the hells and paradise. My body flew like an arrow, free and endless.

Abruptly, Kane’s knot jammed into my vulva, almost piercing my stretched cunt. Hot gouts of dog cum poured into my deep recesses. My mind exploded with joy! How could such ecstasy even exist in our troubled world? I screamed and screamed from the intense sensation of accepting Kane’s spewing seed and, at the same time, accepting my duty to carry every drop within me for as long as possible.

The heat of his cum was incredible! No man had ever raised the temperature of my cunt to such a degree. Kane’s natural temperature was as much of a glorious experience as was submitting totally to his will. I came and came as his prodigious ejaculate flooded my pussy.

“Don’t move!” Connie commanded. “Let him finish as if you were tied to his knot.” She knew that a human cunt was very different from a canine bitch’s. Although the largest knot could penetrate a regular-sized woman, in no case could it get stuck in her unless the woman allowed it to stay? A female dog’s vagina expanded to grip around the stud’s bloating dick and completed the knot between them.

Kane’s knot hadn’t entered me except to seal my outer labia. At Connie’s command, I pressed my body backward against the turgid lump at the base of his cock, hoping to hold the pints or however much cum he hosed into me.

Our sexual docking hiccuped when Kane twisted off of me to press himself against me, butt to butt. His cum, cooling to my human temperature, pulsed out of my brimming cunt until his knot was firmly seated once more within my vulva. Connie helped, her hands resealing us. A few small strands had dribbled from our connection.

“You still have a lot to learn, Silvee.” Connie admonished. “A good bitch keeps every drop of her alpha’s cum, no matter how he moves about.” She knelt beside me, but I couldn’t see what she was doing.

“Open your mouth, Bitch.”

I was too surprised by her command to comply immediately.

“Do you want another smack?!”

My jaws separated, my will remained surrendered to the alphas in my home. Goop-covered fingers swept across the inside of my lips.

“Suck it down.” She ordered. “I hope you recently scrubbed this part of the kitchen floor.”

I licked and sucked what must have been Kane’s cum. Connie was wiping it up with her fingers and feeding what I had failed to safeguard into my mouth.

“This is a taste of your true nature, Silvia.” She sounded almost respectful. That’s how serious she was.

Now cold from the floor, Kane’s ejaculate was slimy and watery. Its flavor made me grimace, unlike a man’s cum. I forced myself to swallow its unique tang, musk, and saltiness.

The cum’s creator and issuer stood behind me, panting patiently for his knot to shrink. Before that happened, Connie asked, “Where are your dildoes?”

“That’s private-” My spinning thoughts were slowing back to normal.

“Hush, Slut! A woman as submissive as you must have two or three large dongs to pleasure herself with.”

I whimpered at her shout. “I only have my vibrator. It’s in the drawer in the end table next to my bed.”

Connie dashed to fetch it. She returned in an equal hurry. The device’s power cord trailed behind her. “Now, when Kane pulls away, you must plug your cum filled hole with this. If you let any escape, I’ll make you eat it too.”

She was true to her word. Kane separated minutes after the retrieval of my large-headed vibrator. I jammed the soft plastic to my oozing pussy and stopped most of the leakage. Kane strolled into my bedroom.

“There, you miserable bitch.” Connie pointed and accused. “Clean it up.”

I sat back on my legs and tried to stand. Connie slapped me! “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Ow!” My free hand flew to my red cheek. “I need to get a rag.”

“Bullshit.” She called. “Bend down and pay proper respect to Kane’s cum.”

Realization struck. “You want me to lick it up!”

“Or I’ll get a belt and thrash you.” Her fierce eyes and voice cowed me. I bent to the task, licking the cold drops and strands until the tile floor sparkled. A part of my mind recoiled at the unpleasant flavor, but I felt too helpless to heed its warning.

When I had finished, Connie led me to my bedroom. In the middle of the comforter, Kane lay licking his red, satisfied penis. Connie ignored him and put me down on the floor at the foot of my bed. She lifted my legs over my head and bade me, “Stay.”

I lost track of time, striving to keep the alpha’s remaining cum in my pussy. That how ashamed I was, withdrawn into an obedient cocoon. Connie disappeared from the room. Kane hopped off of the bed and came to me at one point. He licked my face, which endeared me to him all over again. I was still high from the intense connection we had made. He then nosed the large bulb of my vibrator.

“Don’t make him wait, Silvee.” Connie appeared at the doorway. She was wiping her hands with a dishtowel.

I took the vibrator away from my cum stained pussy. The outer foam had congealed among my pubic thatch and would soon dry to a crust.

Kane sniffed my bare slit. He licked me once as if deciding how well I had served him. My body flinched, but I reveled at the rough touch of his hot tongue. Then he wandered out of the room, having no immediate need of me.

Connie approached, producing a cereal bowl in her clean hands. She set it on the carpet next to me. “I made dinner for myself already. Here’s yours.”

“It’s empty,” I observed stupidly.

“Then fill it, you stupid bitch.” She angered.

Understanding how low I must go in surrendering to her and Kane’s will, I grumbled wordlessly and got up. I squatted over the bowl and let the alpha’s dying sperm drip, clump by congealed clump, out of my filled twat.

When Connie was satisfied that I had performed as well as could be expected, she had me stand on my hands and knees once more. She bade me eat.

My stomach suffered no little distress at the rapidly cooling goo that I swallowed, clump after clump, licking the bowl clean at the end.

“Good, girl.” Connie smiled and tousled my hair. “You can’t get pregnant like a proper bitch, but you can ensure that your alpha’s cum isn’t wasted.”

“Connie.” I grimaced, suddenly worried that I could no longer use her name. I wanted to vomit, but disaster was certain to follow if I upchucked Kane’s cum in front of the alpha female.

“Yes?”

“Is this to be my life from now on?”

“Don’t be silly, Silvee.” She went to the doorway. “You have to earn a living to supply Kane with the comforts he expects.” Before disappearing from the room, she added, “And you have to get up and pay me.”

I transferred thirty-eight hundred dollars to her account for four hours of her time and expertise. She charged me twice her normal rate for special instruction. I didn’t mention that she had spent an hour of it making herself a meal from my cupboards and refrigerator. I considered myself lucky that I hadn’t signed my house over.

Kane and I followed her to the front door. Connie gave him a playful scratching behind the ears. She gave me a patient but disappointed frown. “You’ll get the hang of it – eventually.”

 

To be continued…?

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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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