r/BeastFantasies

My name is Janet I’m 19 and whole year married to my love brandon, who is now 21. My friends think we have sex all the time cause now we’re married and staying in the same house, but it’s actually opposite we have less sex now.
Bran (what I call him and he calls me Jan cute, right) is always trying new and different ways to make us more money, so we don’t struggle. Things are hard for young couples starting out.
But most of bran’s ideas fall short and cost us money. But his next idea, would pay off for me more than I could’ve ever imagined.

Bran walks in the door.
{Bran}: hey baby guess what I got.
{Jan}: omg what now bran!
{Bran}: oh hush you’ll love him!
{Jan}: him! wtf did you do bran?
Bran runs out the door yelling back at Jan.
{Bran}: wait right there Youre going love this idea.
I doubt it honestly his last two were awful with that thought. Jan watched bran march in with a dog.
{Jan}: wtf are we going to do with dog? we can barely take care of ourselves!
{Bran:} baby calm down we’re going be breeders and we can make a killing off selling the pups.
{Jan}: idk shit about breeding, do you?
{Bran}: well i breed you. Ha!
Ohhh this mother fucker got jokes, breed me!! hell I ain’t been bred in months smh.
{Jan}: omg bran it’s not the same I’m sure.
I really wasn’t sure my parents hated animals. So we never had any and I did always want one.
{Bran}: well I’m serious about this and we’re going be rich.
Ugh usually his finale last words before failure.
{Jan}: alright baby well tell me your big plan.
{Bran}: well we’re going teach him how to breed bitch dogs just that simple.
{Jan:} BRANDON!!! Don’t say that you know I hate that word. Or at least I thought I did.
{Bran}: haha calm down baby that’s just what it’s called in breeding
{Jan}: omg! And did I hear you say we gotta teach him to be a stud? Are you telling me you paid money for a dog that don’t know how to FUCK!!!
{Bran}: well he’s a lil young and dont really know. But it’ll be natural for him once he catches on.
{Jan}: omg this sounds like another Hail Mary! How long is this going take before he knows what to do?
{Bran}: well we start training tonight! But I need you to really take this serious and help me.
{Jan}: omg! I can’t believe you.. dont I always give 100 percent to all your ideas!? No fuck that I give 1,000 percent to all your ideas.. I’m always supportive and all in with you!
I wasn’t lying, I was all in and after that long ass rant I just gave, it was going to be hard to say no with all the help he needed. I just didn’t in my right mind would’ve ever thought he was going to ask me what he was about to ask.
{Bran}: Youre right and glad you feel that way cause I need you to be max training dog.
{Jan}: I’m not letting no dog fuck me are you crazy? {Bran}: hahahah!! No silly not fuck you. Just mount you, with your clothes on of course.
{Jan}: Omg you are serious!!
{Bran}: Yes he needs be ready in a week and I put so much of our money into him. But I already have an offer for a stud fee, he just needs be ready.
Everybody is after his bloodline already baby, we’re going to be rich.
I was really not wanting to do this but we need to make this happen. Cause we need to at least get the money back he spent. Hopefully we can at least break even and not deeper in debt.
{Jan}: Damn you! Okay I’ll hold this family together (while giving him the finger).
{Jan}: Well Is what I got on good? Cause I don’t know what to wear to a dog humping.
We both laugh.
{Bran}: I think that will be fine.
I had on a spaghetti strap tank that came just above my bellybutton , no bra and a thong with pj bottoms. But they were the same bottoms I had when I was a early teen. So the fabric is worn and damn near see through at this point.
But I’m basically still the same size (& I love those pants) at 5’3 but boobs did make it to a big C.
People always compare me to Wednesday adams but with a bigger rack ha.
{Bran}: just come down here and get on all four . I’m going to put him up on your back and see what he will do.
I get on all fours I feel bran put max on my back. But poor boy doesn’t have a clue he just jumps down, bran puts him up again and again still does the same, look around jump down.
{Bran}: NO! You damn dog !! Look!! You got a sexy bitch down there with a hot pussy waiting for all your hot dog cum to fill her needy pussy up.
He turns to me.
{Bran}: sorry baby for calling you a bitch but I need him get use to the verbiage for when we start real breeding. {Jan}: I understand baby it’s fine. That was never ever fine for somebody call me a bitch. I hate it used at all. But idk what it was about him giving max a pep talk about how good my pussy is and how I’m max bitch!
It really was turning me on. But I was shocked and a lil ashamed by it. But the hard nipples and heat coming from my pussy, took all that worry away. Now I’m just horny and feeling eager to teach.
{Jan}: put max back up there and just do pushing motion on his back and maybe he’ll catch on.
{Bran}: Good idea baby. He puts max up there and helps him to hump me. Max dick never comes out but he’s staying in place and every time he hits my pussy with his sheath it really starts getting me wet and feeling so good.
{Bran}: I don’t think it’s working do you?
{Jan}: Mmm, hmm, uhhh!! Yeah I think it’s helping him he hasn’t try jump off.
{Bran}: That’s true let keep trying then.
{Jan:}: Well after you scolded him last time he stopped jumping off. Maybe he needs more of that and when you get on to him. Give him hard thrust so that way he’ll know he needs push.
I hope I’m not being too obvious. Omg I’m so excited to hear what dirty stuff Bran is going to say and
he wasted no time.
{Bran}: okay max you’re doing better but you gotta shove that dog cock so far up in her juicy cunt that the knot plugs her and you unload all those pups in her. With ever single dirty word he thrusted max and with ever thrust and word my pussy got hotter and wetter then ever in my life. I was so wet I soaked through my panties and my bottoms thank goodness bran can’t really see all that.
He’s too busy thrusting max into me but I think max noticed the wet pussy and the heat on his sheath.
Cause his huge red cock was out now stabbing at my thin soaked fabric.
He was shooting hot pre cum on my bottoms, my clit was all swollen. If those two keep this up I’m going cum and I don’t know how to play that off, luckily bran spoke up before I had too. But oddly the words he spoke took me by surprise.
{Bran}: holy fuck he’s he got a huge dick it’s double my size. He not came yet but he has pre cum all over you, how bout we call it for tonight. Y’all both did good you can go clean up baby im going feed max and I’ll be right in.
{Jan}: okay baby. I get up so fucking horny!! My nipples are rock hard and my pussy is hot wet and hungry. I turn around as I walk to bathroom, to see what looks like a hard dick in brans pants. mmm he was getting turned on to.. I’m in a haze of sexual desire I need dick so bad but I’m craving doggy dick!! wtf has this bitch training done to me! Soon as I think of myself as max bitch my pussy throbs. I peel off my bottoms and can’t help myself I put the wet fabric to my mouth and suck max’s wet spot, mmmm omg it tastes so fucking good. Way better than men’s cum. I get in the shower and rub my pussy thinking about makes big doggy dick. But I don’t finish myself off I’m edging my pussy for tomorrow’s training. I get out and ready for bed and lay down. Bran enters room.
{Bran}: I think that went well we’ll get started tomorrow soon as I get home from work.
{Jan}: what are you going to do with max while we’re at work?
{Bran}: I’m going take him to moms cause she’s got all that room over there for him run around and she’ll probably enjoy the company, She seems lonely over there all by herself.
{Jan}: Do you want me pick up max on my way home? Figured it might be easier cause I get off before you. What I was really thinking about. Was some one on one time with my boy max. Just the thought of what I might do when we’re alone makes my pussy moist.
{Bran}: thank you! But I’ll go grab him need see mom anyhow. I’m bout get a shower. He kisses my head and I fall asleep fast.

It’s the next afternoon.

I hurry home from work excited to see what will happen with the training. My pussy has been sloppy wet all day, thinking how far can I take it without it being to noticeable. I need find something to wear that’s more reveling so I can feel that cum on me and hopefully that cock. I decide on a similar shirt as yesterday but it’s not as tight so my boobs can hang and sway (I love that feeling) & a pair cotton boy shorts but no panties this time. I see Bran and Max coming up the driveway my pussy instantly throbs. Omg I’m becoming a bitch slut for Max and loving it. The door swing open.
{Jan}: there’s my two boys how was your day?
{Bran}: well a guy at work was already wanting Max to stud his bitch but I know Max isn’t ready.
{Jan}: I’ll stay up late working with him if I have too we need that money baby. I didn’t give a fuck about the money no more I just want to play with that dog dick. {Bran}: Well luckily we don’t have to, the guy told me skip training and to just collect his sperm and bring into work he can insert it into his bitch tonight when he gets home. Omg am I hearing this right we’re not going train. Damn no humping me today, but collect hot dog nut sounds so dirty and hot af I gotta make sure I’m all apart of this new process fuck I’m horny
{Jan}: Okay baby what do I need to do?
{Bran}: I know you don’t want to and it’s okay baby I’ll do it.
{Jan}: Aww thanks baby but it’s okay I’ll do it. FUCK!!! Can I play with Max dick damn he’s acting like he wants to play with it. Wait, does he want play with it? I mean he was hard last night.
{Bran}: I don’t want feel like you got to do gross stuff like this I know last night was a lot and there’s more nights of training go.
{Jan}: that’s true thanks baby for giving me a break. Yeah think he wants that dick too but scared to say so just like I am. (at least atm)
{Jan}: So I guess you’re going have to jerk him off! I’ll grab something to catch his cum.
{Bran}: yeah unfortunately that is the only way atm. Bran kneels down by Max and waist no time rubbing his sheath, trying to coax out some dog dick. I grab the throw pillow and sit down on couch this seat is going give the best view of the hot action and this pillow in my lap will hide me rubbing my pussy. Bran is rubbing him so gently but with vigor and eyes fixated on the sheath. It’s dead silence. Bran stroking Max’s and me rubbing my clit. Fuck I want that cock out. I got it!! {Jan}: I have an idea to help our boy out.
{Bran}: Oh I thought this was going good probably won’t be much longer and he’ll be out. Yeah I think my baby is enjoying that dog cock too. Time to find out for sure.
{Jan}: I think you and Max will like this better. Bran speaks up quick, face blushed.
{Bran}: I don’t like nothing about this shit!! I hold back a laugh cause I know he’s loving that dick.
{Jan}: Oh I know baby ( I smile and wink) I was meaning you’ll like it cause it’s going be easy on you. Hold on I’ll be right back.
I run to our room and grab Brans fleshlight and back to where the boys are.
{Jan}: Voilà!! This makes all men bust, Max can’t be no different right? As long as you don’t mind Max using it. {Bran}: Great idea! No I don’t mind I can just wash it out later.
Or I can say I’m washing it and drink all Max cum before I do.
{Jan}: I’ll wash it for you baby! We didn’t have no lube you’ll just have spit on it. Bran gets right to the horny action. Spitting on both sides of his clear fuck sleeve, getting it ready for Max’s huge dog cock to go in one side and pop out the other. Fuck this is about to be so hot.
Bran starts rubbing the sleeve side to side up and down. I’m so horny and loss in the action I blurt out. {Jan}: That’s it baby work that sleeve for that dog dick. Bran didn’t even look up just kept up the onslaught to Max sheath. It was def working I could see max big beautiful dick sliding in and out off the sleeve max humping away and bran holding on for dear life Bran finally breaks his trance and speaks.
{Bran}: He’s ready to be milked he’s already shooting pre cum all in the sleeve but I need get this off, I think it’ll be easier for you collect all of it.
Yeah and easier for you get your hands on that doggy dick you nasty boy.
{Jan}: Great idea. I hurry with the cup and watch Bran give Max an amazing handjob but I couldn’t really get down there it wasn’t enough room really with everything going on.
{Jan}: Baby this isn’t working we need a new position. why don’t you sit on couch put Max between your legs with his front paws on the sides of you and you can reach down under him and jerk him and I’ll get under you two and catch all of it.
He must’ve like the idea cause once again he just jumps to action, not a word! Such an eager beaver today.
I can’t help but smile a wicked smile, as I lay there rubbing my pussy and watching my husband stroke dog cock. I catch cum in our cup but I also catch it in my mouth and slurp it down. Bran can’t see me but I can see him and he’s rubbing his dick through his pants with one hand and stroking Max with his other hand mmm my horny boys.

To be continued

Tags: >!CNC, sexual slavery, breeding, cocksleeve, slapping, predator/prey!<

Part 1 is here. That one is slower and more cozy.

All characters involved are 18 or older.

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 “I will put a black wolfpup inside your belly and if you make it too easy for me, you’ll get severe punishment,” Gina giggled as she remembered what her master told her before dropping her off in the adult adventure park. A big, dimly lit hall, filled with all manner of installations offering loads of dark corners, where women could hide from the monster men hunting them.

Gina giggled as she crawled through a dark air vent, still in that sexy Tracer cosplay Zalkan had put on her. Her belly tingled. She really wanted him to subdue her already. But Gina also knew, the more she fought back, the harder he’d be with her. Thus, the fat-assed brunette did her best to escape.

She had already found five keys. Two more and she could get to the safe room, push the button that would turn all lights on and make her master really, really mad. His blood must have been boiling already.

The young slavegirl tried to stay quiet as she pulled her big ass through the air ducts. Just as she turned around a corner, Gina heard a low growl reverberating through the shafts. Her chest tingled at the sound. Master must have been close.

She slowly crawled towards the nearest vent to get a glimpse and there he was. That huge black werewolf ran around on all fours as he sniffed the padded climbing frames for Gina’s scent, tail wagging with excitement as his red dick hung out. She bit her lip at the sight, letting her guard down for a moment.

But then, Master turned around, garish red eyes gazing at her. Gina gasped, her heart raced. That huge werewolf made the entire hall tremble as he came racing towards her. Gina immediately scurried backwards, deeper into the air ducts.

A loud bang resounded through the vents as Zalkan slammed against the shutter, followed by loud, creaking noise as he tried to tear it off. Gina’s heart pounded. She pushed herself further back and back, unable to get her eyes off those huge, furry hands.

Zalkan ripped the shutter off, threw it away and then reached into the air vents. A long and thick arm covered in scars and black came reaching out for Gina. She let out a squeak, freezing in shock as she raised her hands at the sight of those sharp claws about to grab her.

But then they stopped.

*BANG*BANG*

Gina could feel the tremors of Zalkan shoving himself against the installation to get his arm deeper into the shafts. But it wasn’t enough. Gina pressed herself into a corner, hugging her knees with that huge, clawed hand almost reaching her.

Almost.

Only now did she realize how wet she had gotten down there. How fast her heart was beating and how hot it had gotten in these vents. She enjoyed her master’s frustrated growls for a bit before looking around for a way out.

To her right was the way she had come from, to her left another dark path. Gina giggled loudly, causing her master to roar in frustration. Then she crawled away through that other shaft, still giggling. She couldn’t help but imagine what he might do to her, if she really managed to escape.

Either way, Gina would get pregnant today.

Her fat ass wiggled away into the darkness. She could barely see anything, but soon, Gina reached a rubber tunnel, made to look like some tentacle creature. It was very narrow, with many twists and turns and ribbed tentacles sticking out the walls. Gina had to guess where it might lead to, but it seemed to go upward.

Good. She had not been on top of the huge tower with the slide yet. Another key could have been up there.

Gina took a deep breath, then grasped the rubber tentacles and pulled herself inside. The thicker ones were sturdy enough to support her weight, but it was still very tight. She felt the rubber pressing against her face and body everywhere.

The slavegirl tried to climb up, only to get stuck when her fat ass couldn’t fit inside. Rubber tentacles brushed against her abdomen and pussy. She tried to pull herself through and suppress a moan at the same time. If Master heard her, he would no doubt be waiting at the entrance.

Finally, Gina managed to pull her ass through the tentacle tunnel. But with every move, she felt rubber pressing through that thin, skin tight onesie covering her lower half. On her pussy, her thighs, her ass, even her little hole back there. Her face flushed red as she tried to suppress those moans, taking a break every now and then to let the building orgasm wear off.

Still, she came several times climbing up through that tunnel.

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When Gina finally made it out of the rubber tunnel, she was a slobbering mess. Laying in another dark, padded room, she had to wait a second to regain her senses. Her legs still wobbled, everything inside the onesie was wet with her own sweat and nectar. But she had to find another key. No time to waste.

She stumbled outside the room, gasping at what she saw there. This tunnel had dropped Gina off at the very tip of the tower. She could look over the entire hall from here, see every dark corner. The entrance to the slide was also here. A long, dark tunnel, winding itself through the entire installation.

*GRAB*

Gina squealed loudly as two massive hands gripped her wrists. “No, please!” she begged, face getting red as her feet were lifted off the ground in one swoop. A deep, raspy growl resounded through her skin as her body dangled in the air and her pussy got wet again.

There he stood before her, staring at Gina with his threatening red eyes, black fur almost merging with the shadows. “Hiding inside the ducts is such a scummy tactic,” Zalkan growled. “I’ll make you cry for it.” 

He licked her face with his rough tongue, instantly making Gina slobber as he reached between her legs with the other hand. Huge, dark fingers ran over Gina’s flesh, squeezing that soft ass. One finger pressed against her pussy, the other against her asshole and she could feel the muscle of his hands twitching on the wall between them.

Her legs twitched. “Please, Master, have mercy,” she begged, heart racing as her chest burned up.

*WHACK*

He slapped her thigh, making the girl dangle in the air. Gina let out a high pitched squeak.

*WHACK*

Then he slapped her ass hard. Sharp pain rolled through Gina’s body as she pressed her legs together. Tears ran down her cheeks.

*WHACK*

He slapped her bottom again, this time aiming for her pussy. Gina#s screams resounded through the hall, followed by her master’s lustful howls.

*WHACK*

He slapped her around like a ragdoll. Gina squirted into her onesie at the sheer force of it, screaming out loudly. 

Then her master suddenly stopped. He pressed his lips against Gina’s cheeks, stretching out his tongue to lick off her sweet tears and sweat. Everything around her spun. Gina’s heart pounded as she looked down, seeing his huge, red erection with dripping precum.

She bit her lip, wanting to get bred already. But at the same time… maybe she could enrage him even more. 

Just when Zalkan started to unzip her flight jacket, Gina looked at the slide, almost directly under her. She wriggled inside her jacket, body shaking at what she was about to do.

In one swift move, Gina made herself fall out of her own jacket onto the slide. One more push and she was going down the tube. Zalkan tried to catch her, but he was too late.

Gina squealed loudly all the way, hair flailing in the wind as she raced down. One curve to the next, it felt like being shot through the air. She lost all sense of where up and down was, until finally, the slide shot her out again.

“Ahhhhh!!!” 

Gina landed on a huge cushion. Her hair was a mess, she had lost the keys in her jacket, only wearing that orange onesie now and had no idea where she was. Everything spun around her. Gina desperately tried to stand up, only to realize with horror that she was right in the middle of the hall.

As fast as she could, Gina jumped off the cushion, only to collapse the moment she got back on solid ground. The slavegirl tried to crawl away on all fours, but her master was faster.

Gina gulped as she heard him stomping down, jumping from one place to the next, until finally…

*WHAM*

Two massive hands slammed against the ground right before her, veins and muscles twitching as the fur stood up. Gina could feel his heat against her back, thick musk in her nose and a rock hard shaft already grinding against her ass. Eyes wide open, she gulped, then let out a terrified squeal as the realization of what she had unleashed settled in.

He grabbed her chest, roughly kneading Gina’s boobs as he lifted her up. Gina squeaked and moaned as the strong claws dug into her body, tearing open the onesie. She kicked back at him with her shaking legs, only to hit a wall of hot steel.

Suddenly, he grabbed her throat with one hand, wrapping it all around her neck. Gina’s eyes rolled backwards, hands clawing at his as she struggled to breathe while a hot tongue brushed over her swollen cheeks. Then he ripped Gina’s onesie off, revealing her wet and naked body, bright skin almost shining in the night. 

“Spread your legs!” he growled, but Gina pressed them together as tightly as she could.

*WHACK*

Zalkan smacked her ass so hard, it left a red bruise. Then he barked loudly, “SPREAD. YOUR. LEGS.”

Gina did as commanded, immediately feeling her juices dripping out and onto the floor. His grip around her throat loosened a bit, allowing the girl to breathe. But then he wrapped his other hand around her waist and pressed Gina’s body against hist rock hard shaft.

Gina moaned loudly as his member forced her tight pussy open. As soon as Zalkan had her little body firmly secured against his cock, he slammed her down, ramming his member all the way into her until his thick knot clapped against her folds.

Gina screamed out loud, face contorting in a mix of pain and pleasure as her master growled out loud. He made sounds like a feral beast, sliding her up and down his huge cock, thick, pulsing veins rubbing against Gina’s insides as her folds slammed against his fat knot every single time.

He stood in the middle of the hall, using her like the sex toy she was, satisfying himself with Gina’s body as she screamed and incoherently begged for mercy, which only made him harder. Every muscle Gina moved, every little bit she tried to fight back only made her pussy grip his cock harder.

She had lost count of all her orgasms when Zalkan finally pressed her hard against his knot. Gina let out a deafening squeal, feeling it pry her pussy open, stretching those folds until it finally plopped inside her. The slavegirl squirted on the floor, feeling his pulsing cock press against her g-spot, his steaming hot member warming her from inside, pulsing so hard, it made her twitch.

Finally, a hot load shot against Gina’s cervix. She could feel it coming through into her womb as all her insides were flooded. Her eyes rolled back, face burned up as her belly bulged with all his cum. 

Not a single bit fell to the floor. His knot sealed it all tightly. Gina felt the swimmers inside her body. A strong tingling sensation in her abdomen as she was getting fertilized.

Then Zalkan let his hands off her body, letting Gina fall down. But she didn’t hit the ground. Gina let out one more exhausted scream as she felt his rock hard knot pulling on her pussy, holding her just above the ground with his cock still inside her, pumping load after load.

Gina dangled between his legs. Her werewolf master let out one more satisfied growl, taking a few steps and enjoying every single one of her squeaks. Then he grabbed her long, dark hair with one hand and her chest with the other, lifting Gina to push her up and down his cock again as much as was possible with this tight seal.

He used her as a cocksleeve until Gina passed out.

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Later that day, as it got dark outside, Gina lay curled up in her padded carry bag. She only had a few slits with netting over them to look out of, so that no other monster could enjoy the sight of her body. Gina still felt Master’s cum inside her belly. It still tingled.

She was so pregnant now!

Meanwhile, Gina listened to Master’s voice as he talked to the receptionist at the adult’s playground. She could feel his movements, smell his musk as he carried her in that little bag over his shoulder. And when she felt him walk out again, he gently patted on the bag, pressing the cloth against Gina’s body as he whispered, “You’re such a beautiful good girl.”

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Thank you for reading. This story is set in the wonderful world of Pasiphae.

Golden streaks of sunlight cut through the barred window of the man-of-war, sliding over polished mahogany and shelves heavy with plunder. Everything smelled of salt, sweat, and the deeper, richer scent that had soaked into the ship’s bones.

Ysábella lay in the slanted light, sweat gleaming across her stomach. Sheets lay tangled at her hips, the bed’s warmth still clinging to her skin. An itch prickled under her breast. She scratched absently and found a bloated tick, then pinched. A soft pop, a smear of blood. She wiped it on the sheet without expression.

Across the room, Villanueva lounged in his chair, bare-chested, bronze skin gleaming in the morning light. Scars mapped his torso. A map of old violence worn like a badge. He idly turned an empty glass in his fingers, the edge of his lips curving as his dark eyes flicked toward her.

“You always were a fast learner, chiquita.”

Her stomach tightened. The remnants of the drug still pulsed in her blood, its aftertaste lingering on her tongue.

A shift in the room, a slow stirring in the shadow, pulled her gaze. The creak of heavy paws on old wood.

The mastiff rose, muscles rippling, and padded to the bed’s edge. Warm breath brushed her bare shoulder before its broad nose pressed just below her collarbone, inhaling long and deep.

“You still feel it, don’t you?” Villanueva hummed. “How your body still calls to him.”

Ysábella’s breath caught. Without thinking, she slid from the bed and knelt. Her fingers sank into the rough, patchy fur at the dog’s neck, finding swollen ticks nestled in the creases.

“And his to yours.” Villanueva added.

The mastiff rumbled, a low vibration that rattled through its chest. Its broad, heavy tongue swiped upward, a wet, flat stroke that dragged from her collarbone to the shelf of her jaw, leaving a thick, cooling track of saliva. It did it again, insistent and heavy, the blunt weight of its muzzle crowding her face as it snuffled along her cheek. 

Her fingers dug deep into the coarse, loose folds of its scruff, trying to hold the massive head still, but the beast merely pushed its weight forward, scenting the heat of her breath.

Its nostrils flared against her lips, hot and huffing. When her mouth parted, its wide, rough tongue lapped broadly across her open lips. Messy drool stringing from its jowls smeared across her chin and chest, smothering her skin in a heavy, pungent mask of wild musk.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” Villanueva leaned forward, voice low and indulgent. “The things we fight, the things we deny. Only to find them waiting for us in the end."

Without a word, he reached for the small glass vial, lifting it from his coat pocket, swirling the thick, iridescent liquid between his fingers.

"Do you remember this?" His voice was smooth, teasing, knowing.

Her stomach twisted. Fingers tightened instinctively in the mastiff’s fur as her gaze locked onto the swirling liquid. A pulse of heat coursed through her. Undeniable, familiar... terrifying.

Villanueva twirled the vial between his fingers. His eyes pinned her in place, her shoulders tensing under his gaze, fingers twitching against the mastiff’s thick coat, betraying the war within she was rapidly losing.

He leaned back. "Say it. Convince me."

Ysábella swallowed, throat bone-dry. The weight in her belly was unbearable. She clenched her fists in the mastiff’s fur, grounding herself, exhaling slowly through her nose. 

"You want me to beg?" Her voice broke. "Please… I need it…"

Villanueva tilted his head, smile widening. Dark, indulgent.

“Need?” he murmured, drawing the word out, amusement glinting in his eyes.

He let the silence hang for a little longer.

“Say what you want.” His voice was soft, coaxing, cruel in its patience. “Tell me. I want to hear it from you.”

Her heart pounded. Flush crept up her cheeks as her mouth opened, but the words stuck. The mastiff’s warm breath gusting over her skin, the scent of him thick in her lungs. Her hips shifted without thought.

Another breath. Ragged, desperate. “I… I want it,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I want him.”

Villanueva tilted his head. “I’m not quite convinced.”

Her lips trembled. “I want him to…” She hesitated. The words slipped out before she could stop them. “...fuck me.”

"Then prove it."

The mastiff shifted beneath her palms. Ysábella closed her eyes for a beat, fingers threading deeper into the rough, uneven coat. She drew him in more, savoring the musk that clung to him. When his breath brushed her neck, she felt him take her scent in return. The same rhythm, the same breath, one feeding the other.

She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to her feet. The weight in her limbs made her movements unsteady. Her breath was steady, but her pulse betrayed her, quickening as she stepped toward Villanueva.

He watched her, the vial still twirling between his fingers, amusement deepening. "So eager now?"

She didn’t answer, only stopped before him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin.

He uncorked the vial. With deliberate slowness, he tilted it, letting a single glistening drop bead at the rim. He held her gaze as he let the drop fall directly onto the flushed head of his cock, where it gleamed like pearl against his skin.

Villanueva leaned back. "Take it. Right from where I’ve placed it."

Ysábella’s stomach clenched. He was playing with her, as he always did. Her mouth flooded with saliva. She hesitated, then leaned in. The moment her tongue touched the drop, heat exploded across her tastebuds and shot straight down her throat like liquid fire. A helpless moan tore from her chest. Her nipples tightened, and a fresh gush of slick ran down her inner thigh.

"Go on. You wouldn’t want it to go to waste." Villanueva muttered.

Her ribs constricted. Each breath she drew was shallow, catching in her throat. She should resist. She should fight. Her body trembled.

His hand settled on her head. She parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

​He pressed down, setting her pace, and she followed, head bobbing as she took him deeper. A soft moan escaped her throat.

Villanueva traced a finger along her jaw, tilting her chin up until her eyes met his. “You don't know what the potion really does, do you?”

Ysábella said nothing. She didn’t want to know. Her mouth chasing the last traces of the potion. Her breath quickened, her pulse fluttering. She couldn’t stop. Her movements grew more desperate, taking him deeper, her head bobbing in a hungry rhythm until every last trace of the potion was gone.

“Some really sick fuck made it.” His voice dropped low. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “An alchemist obsessed with breaking the laws of nature.”

A pulse throbbed in her throat. Her skin prickled, and a faint tremor crawled through her chest.

“You’ll see in time,” he murmured with amusement glinting in his eyes.

She pulled back slightly, her lashes fluttered. The head of his cock remained in her mouth. The mastiff let out a low, whining breath behind her, shifting its weight, the scent of musk growing heavier in the air.

Villanueva looked down at Ysábella with a satisfied smile, his hand gently patting her head in a possessive gesture. "That's a good girl," he murmured, pleased with her submission.

His fingers trailed lower, brushing the bare curve of her shoulder, slow and deliberate. Ysábella shivered, not from cold, but from the slow, building fire curling in her belly. The potion seeped deeper, winding through her veins like silk.

Villanueva watched the tension melt from her limbs, her resistance fading into something else entirely. A single snap of his fingers cut through the air. “Up.”

The word struck like a whip. Ysábella flinched. Then lifted her head. She obeyed, slowly pulling back, before rising to her feet.

His hands slid down, skimming the curve of her waist before settling against her hips, pulling her flush against him, grounding her in place. Ysábella exhaled, breath shaky, pulse quickening beneath her skin.

A sharp bark broke the air, raw with instinct. The mastiff pressed closer. A broad nudge against her side, urgent, demanding. Nosing beneath her arm, then higher, hot breath rushing over her neck.

A wet stroke of his tongue dragged up her throat. Slow, rough, tasting. Ysábella gasped, body trembling from the sensation.

Another deep growl. His paw rose, pressing against her hip, claws catching lightly on her skin. Another lick. Across her cheek this time, leaving a heated trail.

Her breath broke, soft and ragged.

Then lower. His muzzle buried at her side, tongue dragging along her ribs, tasting the sweat-slick skin. Another eager stroke. This time over the swell of her breast, hot and hungry.

She shuddered beneath him, her thighs shaking.

A low hum came from the chair.

“He knows already,” Villanueva murmured, voice thick with amusement. “He smells it from you.”

The mastiff let out an eager whine. It pawed higher now, one heavy foreleg resting on the edge of the bed. Its muzzle dipped lower, pressing against her side, snuffling at her ribs, hot breath leaving her skin flushed and tingling.

Villanueva’s smile sharpened. He snapped his fingers once. Sharp. Then pointed away, voice smooth but commanding.

“Me first.”

The mastiff whined in protest. It circled the bed restlessly, panting heavily. The floor creaked beneath its weight as it obeyed, but not without protest.

Villanueva guided her closer, then lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs curling around his waist as he carried her to the bed. The mattress creaked under their weight as he lowered her down, never breaking his hold.

"Let go," he murmured against her ear. "Let it take you."

He settled over her, one hand braced beside her head. His other hand traced down her side, gripped her thigh, and spread her open. Cool air kissed her slick heat. She felt the blunt head of his cock press against her, teasing, rubbing slowly along her folds.

"So ready already," he said, voice dark with amusement. "You’re dripping for it."

Ysábella flushed, hips twitching despite herself. Another sharp whine came from the mastiff behind them, claws scraping the floor.

Villanueva stroked her belly once, possessive, then thrust in—slow, steady, claiming every inch. She arched with a sharp gasp, walls clenching around him. He groaned low, stilling deep inside her, letting her feel all of him.

"Tight as ever."

He began to move. Deep, rolling thrusts at first, each one dragging a helpless sound from her throat. The bed creaked beneath them. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, then clutched his shoulders as his pace quickened—harder, more deliberate. Every stroke drove the air from her lungs.

Behind them, the mastiff’s whines grew louder, more frantic. Villanueva didn’t care. He pinned her hips down, controlling the rhythm.

"You were always going to lose," he whispered, lips brushing her ear.

She wanted to deny it. The words never came. Only moans as her body met his thrusts, chasing the friction, the fullness. Sweat slicked their skin. Her pulse thundered in her ears. The pleasure coiled tighter, sharper, until her thighs shook and her back arched hard off the bed.

Villanueva’s breath grew ragged. His grip tightened. With a low groan he buried himself deep one final time, pulsing inside her. He stayed there for a long moment, then pulled out deliberately, spilling the last of his release across her mound and lower belly.

"I can't risk fucking it up now," he muttered, more to himself than to her.

His breathing slowed, heavy and uneven, brushing her skin. 

His withdrawal drew a guttural bark from the mastiff, shattering the silence.

She swallowed, but the musk only deepened, saturating her lungs. A hot flush crawled beneath her skin. Her body tensed.

Villanueva didn’t flinch, still basking in the afterglow of his victory.

The mastiff barked again, sharp, insistent, its muscles coiled tight. 

Villanueva’s voice came low and amused. “He’s impatient.” He gave her hips one last possessive squeeze before pushing himself off her. The sudden emptiness left Ysábella aching and hollow. 

Before she could even close her legs, a sharp, frustrated bark shattered the air. The mastiff surged forward.

Before she could react, the mastiff leapt onto the bed. The heavy frame slammed down beside her, making the entire mattress lurch and creak under his bulk. His hot, panting breath blasted across her skin as he shoved his massive head between her legs without hesitation.

Villanueva chuckled. “He knows.”

The mastiff dove in immediately. His broad, coarse tongue attacked her soaked sex with fast, greedy, slobbering laps. Wet sounds filled the cabin as he focused hungrily on her swollen folds and clit. Each stroke was eager and forceful, his heavy muzzle bumping hard against her with every lick.

Ysábella’s breath hitched sharply. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut on instinct, but the dog shoved them apart with his head, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His tongue moved even faster, lashing and slapping wetly against her most sensitive flesh. Drool mixed with her slick ran down her thighs in messy strings.

She gasped, hips jerking. One hand flew back, fingers sinking into the coarse fur at his neck. Half pushing, half gripping.

The mastiff grew more excited. He mounted the bed higher, one heavy paw landing on her hip, claws pricking her skin as he tried to pull her back onto his tongue. His hips were already jerking in short, eager thrusts, his thick red cock fully unsheathed and bouncing heavily beneath his belly, flinging clear strings of precum onto the sheets.

He licked faster, teeth grazing her clit that made her stomach tighten and her legs shake. Her spine arched, fingers digging into Villanueva’s shoulders as her hips convulsed violently against the mattress. A thick, hot spray spilled from her body, slick and shocking, a flood of her own release.

The mastiff growled in satisfaction and kept licking through her climax, drinking greedily, refusing to pull away.

For a few heartbeats Ysábella lay there, floating in the sweet, heavy fog, her own release still slick between her thighs. She was drowning in the heavy scent of the feral musk. Her pulse hammered in her ears. 

The beast barked. Loud, sharp, and frustrated. A shiver slithered down her spine. The sweet haze flickered slightly. 

He circled her once on the bed, the mattress dipping deeply with every heavy step. His cock throbbed visibly, angry red and dripping. He nudged her hip hard with his muzzle, then tried to mount her from the side, paws scrambling, hips pumping urgently in the air.

Ysábella’s breath came in ragged gasps. Slowly, shakily, she drew her knees under her. She kept her chest low to the bed, hips raised, but her movements were hesitant. The moment her ass lifted higher, the mastiff surged forward again, tongue lashing wildly, one massive paw hooking over her back as he tried to climb on.

She arched for him, knees spread wide, and reached back with both hands. Fingers dug into her soft cheeks as she spread herself open, offering her moist pussy to the mastiff. Her hips rolled and wriggled, silently begging.

The dog’s weight crashed down onto her instantly. His front legs clamped around her waist like iron bands, claws scraping her ribs as he hunched over her smaller frame. His hips jerked forward in short, frantic humps, the slick, tapered tip of his cock stabbing wildly against her inner thighs and ass.

Ysábella whimpered. One trembling hand left her ass and reached back further, wrapping around the hot, pulsing length of his shaft. It was slick with his own precum, already spurting in weak jets. She guided the pointed tip to her entrance, rubbing it up and down her soaked folds once, twice, before pressing it firmly against her opening.

“Now,” she whispered, voice cracking.

The mastiff thrust hard. The moment the head pushed inside her, he drove forward with savage instinct, burying half his length in one stroke. Ysábella cried out as he speared into her, stretching her walls around his girth. He was already ejaculating. Hot, watery bursts flooding her with every frantic pump.

The massive dog rutted into her, hips slamming forward in a rapid, hammering rhythm. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her clit with every thrust. Drool poured from his open mouth onto her back as he panted and growled above her, his powerful chest pressed tight to her shoulders*.*

Her mind, still hazy and muddled, registered only the suffocating weight of heat, fullness, and stillness. Though the sweet fog was already beginning to fracture. The sounds grew sharper, the wet slap of flesh louder.

She could barely breathe under his weight. Every savage thrust shoved her forward on the sheets, and every pull dragged an obscene squelch from her body. He was deeper than anything had ever been, the tapered tip battering against her cervix while the thickening base stretched her entrance wider and wider.

Villanueva’s low chuckle drifted from the side of the room.

“Look at you… helping him breed you.”

Ysábella’s only answer was a moan as the mastiff’s knot began to swell. The thick bulge battered against her stretched lips, demanding entry. She pushed back against him desperately, whimpering, until the massive knot finally forced its way inside her with a sudden, brutal pop.

A sharp cry tore from her throat. The swelling continued, locking them together as the mastiff gave short, grinding thrusts, pumping rope after rope of thick seed directly into her womb. His knot pulsed and grew even larger, sealing everything inside her.

Villanueva's hand was petting her head, slow and possessive. A deep, involuntary shudder rolled through her, a sensation so visceral it sent ice lacing through her veins.

Her mind became clearer but pleasure remained, but felt different. She could feel every thick inch of the dog’s cock stretching her open. Every throb. Every spurt. The heavy animal weight on her back. The coarse fur rubbed against her skin. The way her own pussy kept squeezing around him.

Her eyes snapped open.

Wait…

She tried to pull forward on instinct. The knot jerked hard inside her, sending a bright lance of pain through her belly. The mastiff growled and shoved deeper, locking her in place with a wet squelch.

She was fully aware now.

A dog was inside her. His cock was buried deep in her cunt, his knot stretching her vaginal walls wide, and she was still clenching around him. Another thick pulse of his cum flooded her and her hips twitched back against him before she could stop herself.

A sick wave of horror crashed over her.

“No…” her voice cracked.

Yet a helpless roll of her hips pushed back again. The pleasure was much sharper now, unfiltered by the potion. More real. And she hated how good it felt.

The mastiff shifted, trying to turn. The knot tugged brutally, pain and pleasure spiking together. She cried out, tears stinging her eyes, but her walls rippled and squeezed even tighter around him.

Villanueva laughed softly behind her.

“There she is,” he said, clearly delighted. “Welcome back, chiquita.”

Ysábella let out a whimper, half shame, half need.

"Shhh, hush, chiquita." His palm swept slowly over her waist. “Look at you. Still dripping for him. Still pushing back like you can’t get enough.”

Another slow, deep pull from inside her sent pain lancing through her body. She choked on a breath, her nails scraping against the sheets, fingers curling into fists. Her stomach twisted, her limbs locking up in a desperate attempt to endure.

"Does it ache?" Villanueva sensed it. The way she tightened, the way her body shuddered in raw reaction, the way her breath broke into something between a gasp and a silent sob. 

Ysábella’s throat was too tight to answer. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying, desperately trying to stop it. But it wouldn’t.

It throbbed deep inside her. Buried, unmoving, radiating heat.

She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to stay silent, to endure. But he knew. He always knew.

Villanueva hummed, lazily dragging his fingers along her waist.

"You’re trembling," he murmured, his voice laced with something mockingly affectionate. "Is it too much? Too deep? Too big?"

Ysábella’s breath came in uneven gasps, her entire body straining against the overwhelming pressure.

"Mmm, so tight. So stretched." Villanueva sighed in deep satisfaction. 

She clenched the sheets in both fists, blinking hard against the sting of tears as the truth of what she’d done settled like iron in her chest.

Then, a sharp itch flared low in her groin. Her fingers twitched uselessly, pinned beneath the beast, a whimper caught in her throat as she felt it. A tick burrowing into tender flesh.

"Be still," he whispered. Mocking, indulgent, savoring her helplessness. "The more you fight it, the worse it’ll feel."

The beast shifted again, a slow, deliberate grind that threatened to dislodge the knot keeping them locked together.

A fragile whimper slipped from her lips as a sharp jolt of pain lanced through her tender heat.

 "I’ll leave you to him," he muttered with a venom-laced grin. "Looks like he’s the only one you ever needed anyway."

He stepped back, watching her with that same indulgent cruelty that had haunted her since the day he took her. He turned toward the door.

“Oh, that alchemist I mentioned?” His hand lingered on the door knob. A smile, cold and knowing, curved his mouth. “He wanted to see if it's possible to breed an abomination.”

The door creaked open.

“Honestly,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper, “so do I.”

The cabin was dark and the air was suffocating. It reeked of tar, seasoned timber, sweat, and stale rum. Beneath it all festered something foul. An earthy, animal stench that stung her nostrils.

A single candle fought the salt-damp air, its weak flame casting dwindling shadows across the groaning timbers with every roll of the sea.

Nineteen-year-old Ysábella couldn’t move.

Her petite body was bent forward over a low, heavy oak frame fixed securely to the deck timbers. The wood had been shaped and padded with dark leather, worn smooth and discolored from repeated use. The forward section sloped downward, crushing her breasts and belly against it while lifting her hips high and tilting her pelvis upward. Heavy iron rings were set at precise points along its length. Her wrists were lashed to the front ring, her waist strapped down tight, and her ankles locked wide to the rear posts, forcing her knees apart on the lower step.

The design held her arched and presented, exposed beneath his gaze.

Art, he had called it. A skill learned in the Far East.

Villanueva lounged in his chair, the flickering light carving hard shadows across his face. He sipped from a glass of something nearly black, his gaze steady and unhurried. There was no cruelty in his eyes. Only amusement. He was savoring this.

A soft clink as he set the glass down. His fingers drifted to the mahogany table and lifted a small glass vial. Iridescent pink liquid swirled inside as he rolled it lazily between his fingers. He pulled the cork.

The scent that bloomed was sweet and cloying, almost floral, but undercut by something sharper. Something inexplicable.

A low whine sounded off from a dark corner behind him followed by quick, heavy panting and repeated thumping across the floorboard. The pungent feral aroma thickened in the air.

“You’ll like this,” Villanueva murmured, lips curving with excitement. “A rare gift, from far across the sea. The alchemists claim it heightens every sense. Pleasure, pain, need. Makes the body… eager.”

Ysábella’s heart hammered against her ribs.

“Don’t worry,” his smile was almost gentle as he tipped the vial and let a single drop glisten on his fingertip. “It’s not poison.”

Ysábella clenched her teeth. She turned her face away.

His hand moved, fingers gripping her jaw. Not forceful, but firmly enough to keep her still. “Now, now,” he said softly, pressing against the seam of her lips. “No need to be difficult.”

She tried to hold her breath, but his grip tightened slightly, prying her mouth open just enough. The drop slipped onto her tongue.

Silken warmth bloomed instantly. Sweet at first, then deepening. Then came the slow burn, a smoldering pulse that rolled down her throat and spread outward like a second heartbeat through her veins.

A flush crept up her cheek. Her muscles trembled.

“It takes a little time,” Villanueva said, straightening. He leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight.

Ysábella felt the timbers groan with the slight pull of the tide. 

A hulking mastiff surged forward into the flickering light. Its mange-ridden coat clung in greasy, matted patches with few bloated ticks clustered along raw, weeping scabs. One ear hung torn and ragged. Ropes of drool swung from its heavy jowls, splattering the floorboards as it paced, claws scraping loudly. Its upper lip quivered, tongue clicking as it tasted the air toward her.

Ysábella forced stillness. Not just in body, but in breath, also in thought. Stone. She had to become stone.

But the beast didn’t care. Its broad, slimy muzzle nudged eagerly on her collarbone. A cold, wet nose dragged down her skin, followed by the heavy rasp of its rough tongue, lapping greedily across her face. Stinking hot breath blasted against her with every pant.

Ysábella’s breath hitched. And the musk filled her nose, then her mind. The potion ignited. A treacherous heat bloomed low in her belly. Her clit throbbed. Slickness gathered and dripped despite the revulsion roaring through her mind.
“No,”  she whimpered, her voice cracking.
The mastiff huffed, nostrils flaring as it scented her growing arousal. Its massive head pushed between her thighs with its upper lip curling back, exposing yellowed teeth as its jowls quivered and teeth chattered softly, tongue pushing her scent into its upper palate. Nostrils flared while it analyzed the potent pheromones from her sex.
She tried her best to slow her breathing. Tried to smother the sensation before it could grow.

Hot breath gusting over her most sensitive flesh, washing over her moistened folds. It shoved its massive head between her spread thighs and attacked. Its broad, rough tongue lashing furiously across her pussy and clit in a wet frenzy, teeth grazing her inner folds. Drool splattered her thighs and the deck with every stroke.

“No, no… please.” Ysábella jerked violently against the straps, a sharp cry ripping from her throat.

The mastiff only licked faster, battering her swollen folds with hungry, obscene strokes. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against the beast’s muzzle. Shame and pleasure twisted together as her control shredded.

She lasted less than a minute.

“Fuck—!” Her cunt clenched violently as she squirted against the dog’s tongue, broken sobs tearing from her throat. The mastiff growled and licked even more eagerly, lapping up every drop.

A sharp, accidental gasp pulled the thick, feral musk deep into her lungs.

Potent, male, intoxicating. The heavy animal scent flooded her mind. For one desperate second she tried to hold her breath, to deny it.

She exhaled.

No. Fight it. You can still—

But the thought dissolved on the next breath. She inhaled again. Deeper. Her nipples tightened. Between her legs, she grew wetter with every breath.

By the third breath, she was drawing it in deliberately, lips parted, chest rising, letting the feral scent settle heavy in her lungs. Her cunt clenched with fresh slick.

More. Ysábella wanted more.

The mastiff barked sharply. Claws raking over the floorboards, hips twitching as it paced a full circle around her. Thick, red cock slid from its sheath, glistening and already partially swollen, bobbing heavily beneath its belly.

Villanueva chuckled. "You smell it, don’t you, viejo?" he murmured with amusement in his voice.

The mastiff huffed, broad chest expanding as it dragged in another breath, nostrils flaring wide directly at her cunt. The beast’s tongue slowed, each stroke wringing fresh droplets from her pussy.

"She’s catching up.” Villanueva said, his hand brushed through the beast’s fur, scratching behind its ears. “Just give her a moment." 

He plucked a bloated tick from the dog’s hide and crushed it between his fingers with a soft, wet pop. Dark blood smeared his thumb. 

Villanueva reached down and traced that same thumb along Ysábella’s cheek, leaving a faint streak of blood on her flushed skin. His touch then drifted lower, skimming her throat where her pulse hammered.

The touch sent a violent shiver racing through her body. Her breath caught. Her hips gave a subtle, involuntary jerk.

"You feel it now, don’t you?" Villanueva mused, his voice low, smug.

Ysábella swallowed hard, refusing to answer. But deep down, she wanted it.

She wanted him.

Another tremor shuddered through her limbs.

Villanueva’s fingers glided lower, tracing the sharp line of her collarbone. "I told you," he continued, his voice smooth, unhurried. "It takes time. But when it does…" He trailed off, his smile widening.

The mastiff barked. A sharp, guttural sound.

Ysábella’s breath hitched. The rational part of her mind was screaming, but it grew fainter with every heartbeat. The burning need between her legs was louder. Her hips rolled again, almost on their own.

The last thread of resistance snapped.

She ached for him. Her mind and body, open and ready. And they both knew it.
Villanueva’s voice slithered through the haze, low and pleased.

“Good,” he purred, his fingers drawing idle circles across her quivering skin. “Very good.”

He was close now, too close. But Ysábella couldn’t focus.

Ysábella gasped, her back arching instinctively, her hips straining. Her mind was drowning in the aftershocks and mounting hunger.

A raw sound caught in her throat. Half-sob, half-moan. Her pride shattered beneath the need clawing through her.

"Please…" she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Please… let me… I need—"

"Need what, hija?" Villanueva purred, fingers circling closer to her throat. Not quite touching, just close enough for her to feel the threat of it. "Say it. I want to hear you beg for it."
Tears of humiliation stung her eyes even as fresh heat pulsed through her core. Her voice broke completely.

"I… I want him," she whispered desperately.

A low hum of amusement rumbled from Villanueva’s chest.

"Want him to do exactly what?" he breathed, tone soft, cruel. "Come now, I want every word."

“I want him to fuck me.” Ysábella’s breath broke in ragged gasps, the words spilling before her mind could catch them. “Please… just let him fuck me.”

Villanueva’s smile widened, slow and satisfied. “You heard her,” he scratched behind the mastiff’s torn ear. “She’s now yours.” His thick hand slapped her ass sharply, urging the beast forward.

The dog’s heavy body climbed over her at once, forepaws clamping around her hips with surprising strength. The sheer weight pinned her down, crushing her against the leather-padded frame. Hot, panting breath blasted across her neck as the beast’s hips jerked forward in blind, urgent thrusts. 

Ysábella’s body responded in kind, her hips lifting to meet the mastiff’s thrusts.

The thick, slick length dragged along her soaked folds, missing her pussy twice, gliding hard against her clit. Her hips lifted without thought, her thighs parting wider. She was breathing him in. Tasting, aching, wanting. Each breath, each pulse tied her tighter to the primal rhythm taking hold, her body no longer her own.

On the third thrust the tapered tip finally caught, and the mastiff drove forward with a powerful snap of his hindquarters.

“Oh... Ahhh!” A moan spilled from Ysábella’s lips, torn from deep within. Her breath caught, her spine arching, belly drawn tight with instinctive hunger, thighs shaking.  

Villanueva’s laughter slithered through the haze. “You see now, don’t you?” His voice was distant, yet everywhere. “There is no fighting it, chiquita. There never was."

Every sensation was magnified, each nerve alight with an intensity that bordered on pain. The slide of the rope against her wrists, the cold press of the floor beneath her. All of it faded beneath the overwhelming, inescapable awareness of the beast above her.

Ysábella whimpered, hips twitching helplessly against the straps as the beast rutted faster, each urgent jab smearing her own slickness across her thighs. 

Villanueva’s voice drifted through the haze. Low, threading through the frantic beat of her heart, the rasp of her breath, barely reaching the place where her body burned beneath the beast. “Yes,” he murmured, words barely registering in her ears. “Just like that.”

Ysábella’s thoughts spiraled, a storm of conflicting emotions.

The beast's movements grew frantically, driven by instinct alone, his body pressed tightly against hers. His breath a searing, ragged gust against Ysábella’s flushed skin.

Her second orgasm hit her without warning. Her cunt spasmed violently around the invading cock as she squirted hard, hot fluid splashing against the dog’s hind legs. The mastiff growled at the sudden tight squeeze and fucked her even harder, hips stuttering.

Then she felt it. The knot swelling at the base of his cock, a thick, bulbous mass that battered against her entrance with every thrust.

“No… wait!” The words died in a choked gasp as the mastiff slammed forward and the knot finally forced its way inside her with a wet, stretching pop. White-hot pressure bloomed deep in her core. Her eyes widened, mouth frozen in a silent cry as her walls were stretched wider than she thought possible.

With a final, powerful snap of his hindquarters, the mastiff buried the knot deep. It locked inside her, pulsing, locking them together, holding her in place as if they were one. A bond sealed in heat and musk. A hot rush of thick seed flooded her core, pulse after heavy pulse, flooding her fluttering womb.

A broken wail tore from Ysábella’s throat. She was impossibly full. The swollen knot throbbed heavily inside her, pressing relentlessly against every sensitive spot. Each heavy pulse of the beast’s cock sent another thick spurt of hot seed flooding directly into her womb. Pulse after heavy, rhythmic pulse. The heat of it was overwhelming.

She came again. Harder.

Her whole body convulsed beneath the mastiff, her spine arching as a searing heat coursed through her veins, cunt milking the swollen knot in desperate, fluttering waves. Fresh tears spilled down her flushed cheeks.

Time lost all meaning. Her breath came in shallow, broken gasps. The ship groaned softly beneath them, rolling with the tide, but nothing else existed. Only the massive, throbbing knot locking her in place. Only the crushing weight of the mastiff draped over her back, his ragged panting hot against her neck and shoulder. His hips gave small, instinctive jerks, grinding the knot deeper.

Every throb sent another jet of cum into her already overflowing core. She could feel her belly tightening, growing slightly heavier with every spurt. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Drool and tears mixed on her face.

“He really littered you, didn’t he?” Villanueva’s voice drifted close, calm and intimate. “You’re going to carry every drop.”

Ysábella could only whimper. Her mind floated in a hazy, overstimulated fog. The knot pulsed again. Another weak, shattered orgasm rolled through her, gentler but longer, leaving her gasping and twitching.

A ragged whimper broke from Ysábella’s throat. Her voice was wrecked with sobs. Her belly quivered, her thighs slick beneath him.

Minutes passed like this. Ten. Twenty. She couldn’t tell. The only movement was the occasional grind of the mastiff’s hips and the heavy throbbing of the knot keeping her stretched and stuffed. Every breath made her cunt flutter around him. Every flutter drew another thick spurt.

She was his.

Without warning, the beast shifted. Muscles rippled as he braced. Massive forepaws tightened around her hips. The first sharp backward tug sent a sharp pain through her core. Wrenching against the swollen knot locked inside her.

"Owww... ahh!" Ysábella cried out, voice cracking. The massive knot pulled brutally against her entrance, stretching her tender walls in the opposite direction. Fresh tears streamed down her face as she writhed helplessly against the straps.

"P—please… h-he’s… it… it hurts..." the words tumbled out, high and shaking, her voice wrecked, breaking on each shaky breath.

The plea hung in the air. Her body arched weakly beneath the brutal stretch, walls clenching in desperate reflex against the pull.

A low chuckle rumbled from the shadows.

"Shhh, chiquita," Villanueva murmured, voice dripping with amusement, calm as ever. "You’re doing so well. It’s only natural… let it happen."

His fingers drifted across her tear-streaked cheek. Not to comfort, but to remind her of his control.

"You asked for this… remember?" he whispered, leaning closer, breathing a dark caress against her skin. "It’ll be over soon."

Another rough pull. Then another. Each one tore a shattered cry from her throat. Tears streamed down her face as her body fought and clenched uselessly around the knot.
With a final, wet pop, the swollen knot slipped free. A broken sob spilled from Ysábella as a thick rush of cum gushed out of her gaping cunt, spilling down her thighs and pooling on the deck beneath her ruined body.

Above her, the mastiff dismounted with a low, rumbling growl, thick breath washing over her skin. His broad tongue dragged slowly between her quivering thighs. He turned and began licking his own glistening cock and sheath in long, vigorous strokes. After a moment he paused, lowered his massive head, and gave her dripping sex a few slow, investigative laps, as if savoring the combined scent of their mating. Each stroke forced a whimper from Ysábella’s throat.

“I appreciate you watching the farm while I’m away, Sarah. This is a big help.” Joe said as he walked Sarah through the barn. “Oh it’s not a problem at all. I love animals.” Sarah said coyly, eying every stall that she walked past, trying to see which animals were inside. Then at the end of the barn they stopped at the last stall with the name, “Ajax” engraved above it. Sarah looked in and she had to stop herself from staring. It was an enormous stallion. Her eyes were tracing his entire body, his toned legs and muscles that writhed with every movement. She was biting her lip as she started imagining how big his cock must be and how he’d use those muscles to fuck her. “Sarah? Sarah!” Joe almost shouting to get her attention. She snapped out of her daydream and looked back to Joe, “Oh sorry. I was just admiring how beautiful he is.” Joe nodded agreeingly, “He is magnificent. Just be careful. He’s in heat so don’t let any of the mares in there with him. Got it?” Sarah nodded, “Yep. No problem.” 

They walked out of the barn with Sarah’s eyes still darting back to get a glance at Ajax but as he drifted out of view, Sarah’s attention turned to the pig pen. “The pigs are pretty low maintenance. Their feed bin is over there and you just need to fill it every couple of days. Again, you should probably do your best to stay out of the pen, while most are female, there is one big male named Samson. He can be pretty aggressive, especially around the sows and pigs often can’t tell the difference between sows and females of other species.” Sarah nodded along, now locking her eyes on Samson as he mounted a sow and pressed her into a corner. Sarah watched his slightly twisted cock grow before he started aggressively fucking the sow. “UH….Ahhh let’s move on to the other animals shall we?” Joe frantically stuttered out, thinking Sarah wouldn’t want to watch the pigs and guiding her away with a hand to her back, not knowing all she wanted to do was to take the sow’s place. Joe showed Sarah to the sheep, the chickens and cows, giving instructions on how to take care of all of them and Sarah taking it all in. The last pen that Joe wanted to show her wasn’t a pen at all, it was an enormous pasture with just one animal in it: Brutus the Bull. “Now Brutus is here for one reason, breeding. He mates with all of the female cows when they’re in heat so we can get calves to raise and sell. He is definitely the most dangerous animal here.” Joe explained, pointing out the huge black bull roaming aimlessly through the field. “So does he go into heat like them or…?” Sarah asked, trying to make herself seem innocent. “Uh…no. He doesn’t. He’s “ready to go” all the time. That’s why we keep him separate from the females until they’re ready for him.” Sarah nodded understandingly while watching Brutus lumber through his pen. “Alright well that’s almost all of the animals but there is one more I almost forgot about. Come on.” Sarah got one more glance at Brutus before following Joe past the barns and up to his house. They walked through the front door and Buddy, Joe’s golden retriever, came sprinting up to them and jumped up onto Sarah. She was taken aback for a second as Buddy started licking her face but not because she was surprised, but because all she could think about is how good his tongue would feel eating her out. “Hey get down! Down!” Joe yelled while pulling Buddy by his collar. Buddy hopped down and sat next to Joe, still looking up at Sarah with his tongue hanging from his mouth. Sarah knelt down and started petting him as Joe walked to the kitchen. He showed Sarah where Buddy’s treats and food were kept and explained his feeding times. Sarah nodded along to his instructions, petting and playing with Buddy the whole time. Joe stepped to the front door and grabbed his already packed bags and opened the door, “Well that should be everything. I’ll be back Saturday and if you need anything just shoot me a text. Anything else before I leave?” Sarah thought for a second but shook her head no. “Well then good luck and I’ll see you in a few days. Thanks again!” Joe smiled and waved as he walked to his truck and threw his bags into the bed. Sarah watched the train of dust kick up behind his truck as it went down the dirt road and out of sight. She shut the door and turned back to Buddy, sitting with that goofy grin on his face. She considered it for a moment but took a breath and told herself, “No. You can’t give in. You’re here to work.” And that was her mindset for the next few days. She was the perfect farmhand. She cleaned and fed the animals and kept everything in order on the farm and fought every urge that she had. 

When Friday arrived Sarah was exhausted. She had no idea working a farm would be as hard as it was but was grateful Joe would be back tomorrow to relieve her. She slumped her way into the horse barn with Ajax in it. She went about her normal duties and cleaned all of the mare’s stalls and brushed them out, feeling how strong and powerful they were as she did. When she finally got to Ajax’s stall she started brushing him and as she went to brush under him she saw it. His cock was hanging between his legs. It was huge and Sarah couldn’t stop staring. She started breathing heavily and felt herself start to get wet while her mouth started to water. She had resisted all week but she just couldn’t stop herself now. She tossed the brush aside and started stroking Ajax. It was huge in her hands and so thick she couldn’t even wrap her hands around it. She was slightly scared but couldn’t help herself. She looked around and saw a paddle saddle rack that looked like the perfect height. She dragged it over next to Ajax and before she laid on top of it she slid her jeans off and tossed them over the gate of the stall. She laid on the saddle rack, spreading her legs wide on it and was eye to eye with Ajax’s cock. She took a deep breath, grabbed Ajax’s cock and guided the tip into her mouth. The taste was unlike anything she’d tasted before but not in a bad way, it was addicting. She never wanted it to leave her mouth. The thick tip spread her mouth wide, straining her cheeks slightly as she tried to take it deeper. She pressed him as deep as she could fit him into her throat and held him there as long as she could, trying her best to tease him with her tongue while she did. After a few seconds and with tears starting to run down her face Sarah pulled her head back and let Ajax’s cock fall from her lips. His cock bounced as Sarah caught her breath and watched her saliva drip from the tip of Ajax’s cock. She grabbed it and started to stroke it quickly, spreading her spit all over it, making every inch glisten. She spit on the shaft and kept stroking it, her hands gliding over it while drool fell from her lips in anticipation. She held out as long as she could before guiding the tip back into her mouth. She tried to go slowly and get her mouth used to his size. Slowly and gently taking him deeper and deeper, the tip pressing the back of her throat and making her gag a little every time but that just wasn’t enough. She started going faster, losing all thoughts that didn’t revolve around Ajax’s cock. She was just mindlessly bobbing her head and stroking his cock, doing anything she could to his enormous cock. She finally felt Ajax getting involved. She felt him slightly rocking his body forward, forcing his cock into Sarah’s mouth and making her gag and drool even more. She was being used like his personal fleshlight and he didn’t even know it. He was just fucking a warm hole. Sarah let her arms fall to her side and was letting Ajax use her, her eyes rolling back and drool pouring from her mouth between her lips and Ajax’s cock. But as she was being a perfect brainless fuck doll, something unexpected happend. 

Sarah felt something soft but heavy jump up on her back, pressing her into the saddle. Sarah quickly turned around to see what it was and saw Samson the boar on top of her. With Ajax still in her mouth she watched Samson climb up further and mount her properly and then she saw his long, slightly twisted cock get harder and longer. She reached behind herself and pulled her panties to the side so Samson could get himself in. She turned back to Ajax as she felt Samson slide his long cock inside of her. Her loud moans were muffled by Ajax’s cock filling her mouth. Samson’s cock felt so different than anything she’d ever had inside of her. It was long and curled but was still filling her and the way he was fucking her was even better. He didn’t care who he was fucking. It wasn’t like men that would at least attempt intimacy, Samson was just fucking her like any other animal, like any other pig. He was so rough and relentless, forcing every inch of his cock into Sarah’s aching, needing cunt. Sarah felt like such a disgusting whore, a horse cock in her mouth and a pig cock filling her cunt. She felt so slutty but that turned her on even more. Samson was forcing her forward into Ajax and really making her gag and choke on him, so much that she had to pull herself off just to catch her breath. She stroked Ajax in front of her face while Samson kept fucking her hard, his heavy body pinning her down so she couldn’t squirm an inch from him. She was his to use. She forced the tip of Ajax’s cock back into her mouth and let her eyes roll back, just the feeling of him in her mouth made her horny. She was even trying to rock her hips backwards into Samson to get him deeper and faster. His cock felt incredible. Its shape and length were driving Sarah crazy. If getting fucked by his incredible cock made her a little pig slut then that’s all she ever wanted to be. After  a little while more of being filled by Samson and Ajax she heard Samson grunting and squealing louder. His thrusts became more erratic and he pushed his body further up on Sarah’s. A few more deep thrusts and loud squeals later Sarah felt Samson slip out of her and spray his cum all over her back and her shirt. It was like it was never going to end. Stream after stream poured out of his cock onto her, coating her ass and back. 

After he had stopped cumming Samson laid on Sarah, almost cuddling her before hopping down and leaving as quickly as he had come. Sarah sat up on the saddle rack and let Ajax fall from her mouth again. She slipped her shirt off and used it to clean some of Samson’s cum off of her, even giving it a little taste off of one of her fingers. She loved the taste and how slutty it made her feel but that isn’t what she wanted. She wanted to be filled and she knew Ajax wouldn’t pull out. She composed herself for a second and sat back on the saddle rack, facing away from Ajax. She reached behind herself and grabbed his cock, still lubed up from all of her messy spit and drool. She guided his cock into her and Ajax followed, standing over her completely. She felt so small and vulnerable under his massive body but that only made her want it more. She gently guided the tip inside of herself and Ajax took over from there. He immediately stepped forward, forcing the first few inches of his cock inside of her. “FUCK!” Sarah burst out, digging her nails into the saddle rack to keep herself in place. He was so forceful and aggressive and it caught Sarah off guard but what really surprised her was the size. She had used horse dildos before but this was better than any dildo. The feeling of a real cock inside of her was indescribable and he was only halfway in. Sarah panted heavily as she prepared for more but Ajax wasn’t going to give her any time. He started thrusting into her, sliding deeper with each thrust. Forcing Sarah to take more and more. Her nails were almost piercing the leather of the saddle rack as she bit her lip, bracing herself and trying to contain her moaning. Ajax couldn’t care less about her, he was just there for her tight little cunt. He started thrusting more aggressively into her, forcing every inch into her, grunting loudly as he did. Almost 20 inches of cock filled Sarah’s cunt and she still wanted more. But now that Ajax had his entire length inside of her, he got into more of a rhythm. Sliding almost every inch out and ramming himself back in, over and over. Sarah was a mess. She’d never been fucked or used like this. She felt like such a slut. She knew she was nothing to him. Just a warm hole for him and she loved that. Her mouth opened wide and she let her moans out, they were weak and almost silent because Ajax was fucking her so hard that she could barely breath. His cock was forcing the air from her lungs because it was filling her so deeply. She was completely at his mercy. All she could do was hold on as Ajax got more and more aggressive. As he fucked her more, the tip of his cock seemed to get even bigger, preventing him from pulling out even if he wanted to. Sarah had never felt full like this. Every thrust, every inch inside of her was a wave of pleasure better than she had ever dreamed. She was addicted. She knew this was her life now. A horse slut. A fucktoy for whatever animal wanted her, especially for Ajax. His cock was perfect. The length, the girth, the thick tip that practically held her in place, not letting her squirm away even if she wanted to, it was everything she had imagined and more. All of these thoughts were running through her head as she got closer and closer to cumming. She slipped her hand back and started to rub her clit but it didn’t take much at this point. Just slightly teasing her clit with her cunt filled by Ajax, Sarah started tensing and squirming almost uncontrollably as she came all over Ajax’s cock. Biting into the rack to try and muffle herself and ground herself. And Ajax didn’t stop as she came, he didn’t care that she was cumming or sensitive, all he cared about was his pleasure. 

Sarah eventually collapsed onto the rack and went limp for Ajax and to Sarah’s surprise Ajax actually spread his front legs slightly which did two things for her. His chest was now pressing her head down to the rack, holding her firmly in place and it changed the angle of his hips so he could thrust into her harder. Sarah gasped slightly as Ajax started really fucking her hard and fast. With his hips up higher he could thrust down into her and fuck her into the rack she was on. Sarah’s quiet gasps turned into loud, involuntary and constant moans. The only break in them was every time Atlas’ cock slammed into her, forcing air out of her again and again. She was a mess, drool was pouring out of the side of her mouth and her arms were hanging limply to her side. She was just a slut for Ajax, a hole for him to fill with cum and he was about to give her exactly what she wanted. She could feel his chest on her moving faster and more erratically and she could hear him whinnying deeply. She tried her hardest to lift her hips into his cock just for him but she couldn’t move. She was at his mercy. After a few more fast and deep thrusts she felt him force himself into her deeper than he had before as he finally came. Sarah was used to being filled but this was different. Ajax’s cum was thicker and there was so much more of it than she expected and it had nowhere to go. The thick tip of his cock held it completely inside of her, not letting a drop leak out. Sarah’s mind went completely blank as Ajax filled her, she couldn’t believe how much she loved it. How much she loved being his slut. Ajax kept himself deep inside of her for a few more seconds, letting every drop leak out into her until finally sliding himself out, his tip stretching her one last time as he backed out of her. She looked back to get one last glimpse of his cock, glistening with her cum and his own. She licked her lips slightly before lying her head back onto the saddle rack, exhausted and sore. She was taking deep breaths to try and relax her heart rate and compose herself until she heard footsteps outside of the stall. 

“Having fun?” A familiar voice came from just a few feet away. Sarah’s head snapped up and saw Joe standing there, arms at his side and looking down at her. “Uh…well…so here’s what happened. I…” Joe cut her off by raising his hand for her to stop. Sarah’s lips curled into themselves and she lowered her head. “I could tell from the moment you walked on this farm that this would happen. You couldn’t take your eyes off of them.” He said mockingly. Sarah lifted her head a little bit, “And you still let me stay here?” Sarah asked, genuine confusion washing over her face. “Who do you think brought Samson over here while you were sucking Ajax off?” He shot back. Sarah thought for a second and hadn’t thought about how Samson had gotten out or gotten to her, “You wanted this to happen? You wanted me to do this?” “It isn’t what I wanted, but I figured I might as well let you try what you want and I figured some of the animals could use the stress relief.” Sarah sat up on her elbows puzzled but relieved. “I thought you were going to fire me or something. Wait, are you?” Joe laughed slightly, “No I ain’t gonna fire you. Looks like the animals like you too much.” Joe joked as Sarah blushed, looking up at Ajax. “But if you’re going to be a cum dump for my animals, it’s going to be all the animals. Now come here.” He gestured with his finger for her to walk to him. Sarah got up uneasily and made her way over. What she hadn’t seen behind the stall door was that Joe was holding a collar and a least. Sarah looked up at him with a touch of surprise before realizing that she needed this. She needed the collar so she could be dragged around like one of the animals. The two didn’t say anything. The exchange of glances was all they needed. Joe tightened the collar around her neck and clipped the least onto it. With Ajax’s cum still leaking out of her Sarah followed Joe as he yanked on her leash, leading her to the pen of the only animal she was afraid of, Brutus the bull. Sure Ajax was large but horses are usually gentle at least. Bulls are known to be violent and aggressive and now she was about to be thrown into a pen with one. Her heart was racing as they got closer to Brutus. She could see him lumbering through the field, almost like a looming black monster from a movie. Joe got to the gate and opened it slightly, just enough for Sarah to fit through. He forced her though and locked the gate behind her for a forceful *thud*. Sarah turned back towards him like he would help but he just looped the leash over the fence and guided her along it until they got to about the middle. “Hands on the fence, facing me.” Joe said calmly, standing directly on the other side of the fence from her. Sarah bent over and placed her hands on one of the horizontal slants of the fence, her face at about belt level to Joe. She kept breathing heavily and nearly jumped through the opening in the fence slats when she heard Joe whistle loudly. She kept facing forward but could hear Brutus coming behind her. Not only his grunts and snorts but his hooves thundering into the earth, running towards her. Sarah had been so confident that this was what she had wanted but now that it was real, now that she was bent over for Brutus, her confidence wavered. Joe saw the fear in her eyes and chuckled slightly, “Don’t worry about Brutus. You ain’t his first. He knows exactly what to do.” Sarah looked up at him surprised as he kept talking, “You think you’re the first desperate slut that’s wanted a real horse or bull cock? Brutus has fucked almost as many sluts like you as he has cows. You’ll be fine. Well mostly.” He teased at the end as Sarah saw Brutus’ front  hooves land on the top of the fence on either side of her. He was even bigger than she could have imagined. She looked to Joe who had a smug grin on his face, knowing what was next. Sarah heard his back hooves adjusting and could hear his snorts and grunting as he got into position. . 

Sarah braced herself one last time as she felt Brutus force his cock into. It was as though all of the air was forced out of her body. It was huge and filled her like no cock had before. It wasn’t as long as Ajax but it was thicker, much much thicker and was almost like a cone, getting thicker as it got closer to the base. It stretched her cunt almost to its limit and Sarah knew he wasn’t going to let up. She held firm against the fence as Brutus started to fuck her hard. He wasn’t just using his hips, his entire body was working to force his cock into Sarah. Thrust after thrust Brutus got himself deeper and deeper into her, almost getting the base of his cock into her, stretching her every time. Sarah’s mind started to go blank again. She was hugging the fence and getting used like a fleshlight and had no other thoughts. Just taking cock like the good cumslut she was. As Brutus got into a rhythm behind her Sarah managed to look up at Joe with her mouth hanging open, moans and swears pouring out, “Awh you look so cute getting used by a fucking animal. You can’t contain yourself can you?” Joe mocked her but he didn’t realize what she wanted. She kept her eyes locked with his and dropped her tongue out for him, she couldn’t speak between her moans and desperate gasps but she wanted Joe’s cock too. Joe finally realized what she wanted and quickly undid his pants and pulled his cock out. It was already hard from watching Sarah get used and he wasn’t going to be any more gentle than Brutus. He grabbed the back of her hair and started thrusting into her mouth. “Good girl. Such a good girl. My good fucking girl.” He strained out, almost a growl. Sarah just let her mouth hang open and let Joe use it, letting him force his cock as deep as he could into her throat. Just a fuck hole for another cock. He stopped thrusting at one point and used her hair as a handle to force her mouth onto his cock, using her like an actual sex toy. He loved how much she gagged and loved her cute choking noises when he used her like this. “You like this? Being used by two cocks at the same time? You like letting animals use you like the fucking slut you are? Of course you fucking do. Look at you. You’ve never been happier.” Joe pulled his cock from her mouth just in time for her to spit out, “Yes sir!” Through her spit and moans before Joe yanked her head back onto his cock. She really did love being filled by two cocks. And Brutus didn’t seem to even notice that Joe was there using Sarah too. Nothing was phasing him or slowing him down. He was still forcing his massive bull cock into Sarah’s tight cunt. She may have been looking up at Joe but her entire focus and mind was on Brutus. All she could feel and think about was how good his cock felt inside of her. The size, the shape, the texture, everything was more than she ever dreamed of. She loved Ajax and Samson but nothing compared to Brutus. The sheer force and power behind every thrust was unmatched. She loved being used by him. She was his. Having two of her holes used at the same time and being filled so much was so fucking hot to her and she knew she was going to cum from it. She even started backing into Brutus so he would thrust into her even deeper. He adjusted himself on the fence and was practically letting her fuck his cock. She reached down with one of her hands and started playing with her clit, getting even closer to cumming while she rocked back of Brutus’ monster cock. Joe watched her practically fucking Brutus while her kept a firm grip on her hair, fucking her mouth while giving her degrading compliments, “Such a pretty little slut.” “You sound so cute when you’re full of cock.” “Such a good little animal fucker aren’t you?” Sarah loved it and his words and Brutus’ cock together finally pushed her to her limit. She thrust her hips backwards and throated Joe’s cock one last time as she finally came. She tightened around Brutus’ cock and all of her muscles tensed, she tried moaning but they were muffled by Joe’s thick cock filling her throat. Her legs got weak and she almost fell but Brutus’ cock and Joe’s hand in her hair held her up until she finally regained her bearings. She slipped Joe’s cock from her mouth and panted heavily to catch her breath but all Brutus knew was that she had stopped rocking back onto him and he wanted to finish. He started fucking Sarah harder and faster than ever. It was truly animalistic. Primal. He was grunting and snorting with every hard thrust. Forcing every inch into Sarah, his huge balls slamming into her as her did. Sarah got pressed into the fence and had to hug one of the slats to keep herself in place. She couldn’t even focus on Joe at this point. All she could think about was Brutus deep inside of her. The entire fence was rocking with every thrust into her. It was brutal but she loved it. She loved being his fuck toy. His cunt to use. Joe kept using her mouth but she hardly noticed. She normally loved sucking cock but nothing compared to Brutus. After a couple more minutes of his brutal fucking Sarah felt a change. She could hear his breathing change and felt his cock twitching. She knew he was going to cum and she wanted every fucking drop. She wasn’t going to let him get away like Samson. She started pushing her hips back onto him again and with one last deep thrust Brutus forced himself deep and filled her with his cum. His cum flooded her, filling her up and being forced out around Brutus cock because of the sheer amount. It poured from her cunt and down her legs, dripping into the grass below her. Sarah was beside herself. She couldn’t think or function. And as Brutus filled her up she finally turned her attention briefly to Joe as he filled her mouth with his own cum, finishing almost in time with Brutus, there wasn’t as much as Brutus but Sarah loved the familiar feeling and taste. As it ran down her throat she started to relax, almost at ease knowing she made both of them cum. Knowing that she was a good slut for them. 

Once Brutus had finished, he dropped down from the fence, slid his cock out of Sarah and trotted away through the field, satisfied with himself. Sarah collapsed into the grass, cum dripping from her and completely exhausted. She was panting heavily, trying to process all that had happened when she realized Joe had walked into the field with her. “You did so good. So fucking good.” As he brushed her hair from her face. She looked up and smiled, so happy that she was able to please both of them. “But you aren’t done yet.” Joe said, taking a hold of her leash. Sarah looked up confused, “Not done? What else is there?” Joe smiled his devilish smile and pointed to the house over his shoulder, “Well Buddy is still locked in the house and I have a feeling he’s going to feel left out. Don’t you?” Sarah’s eyes lit up, “We can’t leave him out. He deserves my cunt too.” She said happily, her leg shaking in anticipation. Joe smiled and lifted her by her leash and guided her to the house with a noticeable spring in her step. 

Tags: >!Sexual slavery, outfit control, DDLG, facial, cum swallowing, humiliating, ass slapping, dominant monster, werewolf!<

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Gentle sunrays kissed Gina awake in her kennel. The young girl had rolled up in her cage among cushions and unwashed shirts of her owner, so she could take in his musky scent. She yawned and stretched, then felt her heart jump at the sound of a proper bed creaking. 

Gina tried to hide her excitement, pretending to still be asleep as she heard him approach with heavy steps and groggy growls. Then a huge paw reached for the kennel. Keys rustled as he opened the little gate for her.

“Gina, come out,” he called her with a deep, husky voice, reverberating through the room.

The girl yawned. “Yes master,” she slowly crawled out of her kennel. Cold morning air kissed her skin and she could already feel her master’s eyes all over her naked body.

A slim girl with a fat ass, modest breasts and hip long, dark brown hair. Master had chosen her for good reason. And she looked up to him, Gina already got giddy herself. He had trained her for a little morning ritual.

At 163cm, Gina was not that small, yet still dwarfed by her master Zalkan. A huge werewolf, ten years older than Gina, 252cm tall with deep black fur and piercing red eyes. He had an incredibly tough and muscular build, each ab bigger than Gina’s hand, biceps almost twice the size of her head, dummy thick thighs to match and pinkish red battle scars in several places. Three ran across the left side of his face, one over his right chest and shoulder, another one over his left forearms.

And at the height of her neck was his morning boner. Red and veiny, easily the size of Gina’s forearm, but thicker, with a fat knot at the base and connected to two huge, black leathery balls. Gina did not need a command to open her mouth. She already bent forward, eagerly waiting for permission to suck it.

“What a good girl you are,” Zalkan patted her on the head. “Begin!”

Gina grasped his cock with both hands, raising the shaft up to her mouth. She placed her lips around his tip, stretching her tongue into his urethra to lick up the precum. Then she gently pressed her little fingers into that red monster, massaging him.

Zalkan let out a deep, gravely moan as she squeezed out more precum and slurped it down with a loud gulp. Then she opened her mouth wider and pressed her head against his member. She felt his veins on her tongue, shaft pressing down her throat as she slowly swallowed it.

Gina placed both hands on Zalkan’s balls, arms shaking as she lifted them up. They were so heavy with cum and she could feel them pumping already in her hands as she massaged them with her fingers. Gina pressed her lips against his knot, feeling it swell against her face. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t open her mouth wide enough to swallow it too.

Then she moved her head backwards again, letting those pulsing veins slide across her tongue once more until she could tingle his urethra with her tongue. Zalkan let out a deep, lustful growl. Gina moved her head forwards, letting it slide down her throat, then back again, tightly closing her lips around his pulsing shaft.

She placed her tongue right before his tip, then gently squeezed his balls and soon, Zalkan shot his load into her mouth. Gina felt his balls pumping hard in her hands. She moaned, loudly gulping her hot and tasty breakfast down. She pressed her lips so tightly around his shaft that nothing was lost.

Then Gina knelt down, still keeping the red member in her mouth. She put her hands on his cock again, reached into his urethra with her tongue and let gravity help as she squeezed out the last drops of cum. She gulped it all down, finally letting his shaft go with a loud gulp. Then she cleaned his tip with her tongue while the master patted her on the head.

“Good girl, well done. Now go to the bathroom and come back when you’re done. I’ll get you dressed.”

“Yes, Master."

*WHACK*

Just as Gina turned around, he slapped her ass with his palm. The girl squeaked loudly, drops from her pussy falling on the floor as she jumped. Zalkan let out a dirty snicker at the sight of her trembling little body, then pointed at the floor.

Gina saw the drops of her own juices. She immediately got on her knees and licked them all off the squeaky clean floor with her tongue, stretching up her ass to show that reddish bruise while more of her juices fell on the floor. It took a bit to lick it all up.

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When Gina came back, she was still naked with messy hair while her owner had put gray pants and a white cotton shirt with rolled up sleeves. She stood in the middle of the bedroom, upright with her tits and pussy on display while he looked through the closet for something for her to wear.

“You haven’t worn the Tracer costume yet,” he noted.

“I am sure, Master will appreciate my ass in it,” she chirped, turning around and stretching out her bottom to prove.

Zalkan’s ears slightly drooped at the sight. Gina even heard a bit of a growl. “Alright then, turn around,” he ordered, holding a skin tight orange onesie and a brown flight jacket in his claws. Both of them looked tiny next to him.

He opened the zipper on the onesie’s back and held it open before Gina, so she could slip in with her feet. “Do I get no underwear?” she asked, looking at him with big eyes.

“It would only get in the way,” Zalkan replied in an extra raspy tone, looking her right in the eyes as he added. “You’re gonna get my puppies today.”

Gina’s face went deep red. Master must have smelled her ovulation. She submissively averted her gaze and raised one leg to put her feet into the onesie. Zalkan needed to pull it over her leg with how tight it was and Gina felt a shudder every time his black fur touched her pale skin. Then the second leg and all she needed to do was stand still as Master got her dressed.

He grabbed her wrists to put them each in the right sleeve, then pulled the onesie up until the high collar reached all the way up to her throat. “Turn around,” he ordered and Gina obeyed. He wrapped one of his huge hands around her thigh, index finger pressing against her pussy as he closed the zipper.

Gina shuddered at the touch, feeling the onesie tightening around her, squeezing her young body while Zalkan circled his finger around her pussy. It almost felt like there was nothing at all between his claw and her folds. Gina let out a slight moan as he closed the zipper. That collar was so tight, it choked her just a little bit.

Then he let go of Gina’s body, taking the flight jacket. Gina let out a slight whimper. 

“Spin around,” he ordered and Gina obeyed. The onesie fit nice and snugly on her body, highlighting all the best spots. It was so tight, one could even see the imprints of Gina’s folds.

Zalkan chuckled, “I can never let you run around outside in that.”

“I am sure, Master would defend his property if anyone dared to touch me,” Gina chirped at him, both arms innocently behind her back.

“I won’t even let it come this far,” Zalkan growled. 

He reached for Gina’s wrist to place her hand in the correct sleeve and put that flight jacket onto her. He closed the zipper, again slightly squeezing her body as the jacket was also a bit tight. Only a few more adjustments. He folded up her cuffs, fixed everything in the right place and Gina almost looked like Tracer, except for the warm socks with rubber pads he put on her feet.

She got a warm fuzzy feeling as those huge paws touched her everywhere. Once done with her clothes, Zalkan turned her around facing the bathroom and placed a paw on her back to lead her there. In the bathroom, he placed her on a stool, brushed Gina’s hair and tied it to a long pony tail.

“Get up and spin around.” he ordered her to see his little dress up doll in all her glory.

“What a beautiful girl you are,” he growled. “I’ll have fun breeding you later. Now go make breakfast number 5.”

“Yes, Master,” with those words, Gina giddily walked off.

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Thank you for reading. This story is set in the wonderful world of Pasiphae. Part 2 is coming soon.

Sarah laid on her back for a little while longer, feeling Atlas’ cum slowly leak out of her while she cleaned up any of Sammy’s cum with her finger, swallowing every drop she could find. She took a couple of deep breaths and rolled herself off of the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She put her hands on the vanity and looked deeply at herself in the mirror while Atlas’ cum slowly ran down her leg. “You fucking whore. You let that dog fuck you like a desperate slut and you loved every second of it, didn’t you? Of course you did.” She said to herself. Even coming from herself she loved being reminded how much of a dog slut she was. She took a few minutes cleaning herself up and getting as much of Atlas’ cum out of her as she could.

After that she fixed her hair, composed herself and stepped out of the bathroom. She swung the door open and walked right into Sammy’s chest. He was waiting on the other side, still naked but not hard anymore. His thick cock just hanging between his legs, still looking huge. Sarah looked up but couldn’t find any words. She started stuttering but Sammy raised his hand to silence her, “ Bend over the bed, head on the mattress.” He said calmly but firmly, not leaving any room for back talk or arguing. Sarah quickly obeyed. Scurrying over and bending over the bed, pressing her head down to the mattress and slowly swaying her hips side to side. Sammy grabbed her hips to keep them still and sat on the bed next to her. “Open.” Another command in the same tone. Sarah was confused but did as she was told and opened wide and dropped her tongue out. A warm metal bulb slid over her tongue and into her mouth. She instinctively closed her mouth around it and tried to wrap her tongue around it, getting it as wet as she could. It only took a split second for her to know what was in her mouth. It was a plug and she was being used to lube it up. After a few more seconds of sucking, Sammy popped the plug from Sarah’s mouth. Her mouth practically followed it as he took it away, still wanting more. Now that it was out of her mouth Sarah saw that it was a long, flowing fox tail, “If you’re going to be a little dog fucker then this time you’re goin to look the part while Atlas uses you.” Sarah felt him spread her perfect ass apart slightly and drop a glob of spit from his mouth directly to her ass. She took a deep breath and Sammy slid the plug in. Much to Sammy’s surprise the plug slid in effortlessly, like Sarah needed it. She moaned slightly and then started shaking her hips again, making her new tail swish back and forth on her ass. Sammy smiled and spanked her quickly, making her yelp and jump slightly but it didn’t stop her from showing off her new tail. She heard Sammy messing with something when she felt him wrap something around her throat and cinch it around her neck. He grabbed what was around her neck and pulled her back, lifting her off the bed and into his chest. She gasped slightly before watching Sammy clasp a leash to her new collar. He spun her around to face a mirror and she finally got a look at her collar. It was black with a big silver ring on it and “DOG SLUT” spelled out with metal studs. Sarah tried to look back at Sammy, “Is that what I am? A dog slut?” Sammy smiled and kissed her cheek before growling into her ear, “That’s all you are to me. Now get on your fucking knees.”

Sarah bit her lip and dropped to her knees and looked up to Sammy for his next instruction but he didn’t say anything. He just tugged on the leash and pulled her towards the door. Sarah fell to her hands and knees and started crawling behind him. She loved being dragged around with a collar on her neck and her tail swaying side to side. She felt like such a good obedient slut. She crawled down the stairs and as she got to the base she looked at the couch and saw Atlas sitting there. He was sitting back, lying against the back cushion of the couch, his cock hanging down, just waiting for Sarah. Almost instinctively Sarah’s mouth started watering as she crawled faster towards Atlas, even passing Sammy. She almost got to him before feeling Sammy jerk the collar back to stop her. Sarah stopped but kept staring at Atlas, she needed him. Sammy walked past her and pulled her up to Atlas until she was inches from Atlas’ cock. Her mouth was open and her tongue was hanging out. “Look at you so desperate for that cock. You’re so fucking pathetic. You need his cock so much that you can’t even contain yourself. Disgusting little whore. You want his cock in your mouth? Is that it?” Sammy teased. Letting her get so close that her tongue can almost get to Atlas but not quite. “Yes sir! I need it! I’m such a slut that I need his thick dog cock in my mouth! Please! PLEASE!” She desperately begged for Sammy to let her take Atlas into her mouth. It’s all she wanted. It’s all she could think about. Sammy lifted her chin with the collar, “Well since you asked so nicely and because you sucking him off means that I get to use that little cunt of yours, I guess I can be nice and let you suck Atlas’ cock.” His words practically dripped with mockery but Sarah didn’t care. Her eyes lit up and she turned back to Atlas with her mouth wide open. Sammy unclipped the leash and Sarah took that as permission. She lunged forward and slid Atlas’ cock into her mouth.

She missed it. She missed the size, the taste, the feeling, everything. She started bobbing her head quickly, bringing her lips closer and closer to the knot each time, slowly warming her throat up. And as Atlas’ cock pressed deeper and deeper into her throat, her cunt got wetter and wetter. She was sucking Atlas so aggressively that her entire body rocked and shook, making her tail rub against her clit, sending waves of pleasure up her body. She almost fell into a trance, her eyes rolled back as Atlas’ cock slid in and out of her lips, pressing the back of her throat each time she bobbed her head back down. Sarah was completely distracted when she felt Sammy’s hand on the back of her head. He pushed her down deep onto Atlas’ cock, nearly forcing the knot into her mouth. Then he pulled her off of his cock by her hair and made her look up at him, “He can’t say it so I will. You had better start choking and gagging on that fucking cock or I am going to stand here and force that cock down your throat. Got it?” Sarah nodded furiously, “Yes sir!” Before quickly throwing herself back on Atlas’ cock. This time she got closer with both hands on the couch and started really forcing Atlas down her throat. She stuck her tongue out and pushed herself deeper and deeper, loudly choking and gagging every time she pushed herself down. Tears were streaming down her face as her tongue glided across Atlas’ knot with the rest of his cock in her throat. She held herself down as long as she could before slowly lifting her head, letting Atlas’ cock fall from her mouth. She was panting heavily and started stroking Atlas’ cock, watching her spit and drool run down the shaft, mesmerized by it. As she stroked she felt Sammy’s hands on her hips and felt her tail get flipped onto her back. Before she could look back she felt Sammy slide himself into her aching wet pussy. “Fuuuuuuuck yes.” She groaned out, almost as though Sammy forced it out of her as he slid deeper into her. Sammy started thrusting slowly, his hands still holding her hips, he was almost being gentle. Sarah’s head dropped as she tried to compose herself with a few deep breaths. After a few seconds she went back to Atlas. Running her tongue up and down his shaft, the feeling of him on her tongue was addicting. She did one final lick up his shaft before taking him back into her mouth. Sammy saw this and started fucking her harder, forcing her into Atlas. He got more and more aggressive with her, slamming his hips into her to make sure he got as deep as he could. Sarah had almost forgotten how thick he was. He filled her so fully and she loved it. Every thrust was throwing her forward into Atlas. But apparently she still wasn’t doing well enough. Sammy grabbed her hair from behind and as he thrust into her he forced her head down onto Atlas, completely taking control. Sarah didn’t have to do anything anymore. She was being used like a fuck doll. Sammy’s cock filling her cunt and his hand forcing Atlas’ cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Sarah loved it. But it apparently wasn’t enough for Sammy. He grabbed Sarah’s head with both hands and forced her down, finally pushing Atlas’ knot into her mouth. Sarah struggled to get the knot past her lips but once it was in and his cock was down her throat she was so happy. She was finally able to please Atlas completely with her mouth. She stayed with Atlas filling her mouth as long as she could and as she struggled to come up for air, Sammy pulled her up and off of Atlas. Drool and spit poured from her mouth and covered Atlas, “Good girl. My good little slut.” Sarah heard Sammy groan out from behind her, each word coming between thrusts. Those were her favorite words and she was going to keep being a good girl. She kept sucking Atlas’ cock, letting her hand guide her down, sliding over her own spit. She kept this up relentlessly until she felt Atlas twitch slightly and without warning he came. He thrust his hips up and pumped his cum into Sarah’s mouth and down her throat. All Sarah could do was hold herself steady and make sure she didn’t lose any. After a few seconds of her mouth being filled, she felt Atlas calm down and felt his cum stop flowing. She backed her head up and swallowed everything left in her mouth. She kept gently stroking Atlas’ cock before Sammy pulled out of her and stood over her. “Good girl. Now it’s my turn.”

Sammy laid on his back on the couch, his cock standing up, waiting for Sarah. She got up on the couch on her knees between Sammy’s legs, her mouth was exhausted but she was going to do anything Sammy said. She slowly crawled closer before grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly, it was still glistening wet from her cunt. Right as she started to gently lick and suck his balls, Sammy gave a command, “Eat.” Sarah looked up confused until she felt Atlas’ tongue on her cunt. Sarah let out a loud moan and leaned her head against Sammy’s thigh, not expecting how good that would feel. She took a second before she turned her attention back to Sammy. She started sucking him slowly, barely taking the tip into her mouth before letting it pop out. She still loved to tease. She started to tease again but felt Sammy grab her hair before she could, “If you keep teasing, I’ll make Atlas stop.” Sarah’s eyes got wide and she nodded in understanding. She grabbed him at the base of his shaft and threw herself onto him excitedly. Although not as thick as Atlas, Sammy’s cock is still the thickest human cock she’s ever seen but she was going to take him. And after Atlas her mouth was already ready for him. She started taking him deeper than she had before, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat over and over, gagging loudly, just like sir wanted. And every time Sammy’s cock was in her mouth Sarah was moaning and gasping because of Atlas’ tongue. It was long and thick and aggressive. His tongue never got tired and it hit every spot on her little cunt. She’d never been eaten out like this but she never wanted it to stop. She never wanted any of this to stop. She just wanted more. She grabbed Sammy’s hand and aggressively put them on the back of her head, looking up at him with lust in her eyes and Sammy knew exactly what she wanted. He held her head in place and started thrusting up into her mouth, feeling her lips spread around his cock as the thicker base was forced into her mouth. Sarah’s eyes were rolling back and she was starting to lose all sense of herself but couldn’t tell if it was because of her face getting fucked or because of Atlas’ tongue licking her and giving her pleasure like she’s never felt before. But she was brought back when she heard Sammy give a command, “Atlas, Fuck.” Sarah tried to look back as she felt Sammy lift her tail again and felt Atlas mount her. She could see his paws out of the corner of her eyes before she felt him ram himself into her cunt. No hesitation. Not gentle. It was raw and aggressive and Sarah loved it. Atlas started fucking her hard from behind, forcing out deep moans onto Sammy’s cock filling her mouth. It’s like they planned this. Like they practiced it. They were thrusting in unison. Sammy into her mouth and Atlas into her cunt. Sarah couldn’t think, she didn’t want to think. All she wanted was more cock and more cum. With her free hand Sarah started playing with her clit and even rocking herself back more, she wanted Atlas’ knot and would force it in if she had to. After pushing herself back further and further she heard Sammy again, “Atlas, deep.” Sarah saw Atlas’s paws more forward on the couch and felt him thrust his hips hard, forcing his knot into Sarah, completely filling her. Sarah’s head flung back, out of Sammy’s hands, “Fuck yes. Holy fuck yes. Harder! Please, harder!” Sammy laughed as Atlas obeyed Sammy and started fucking Sarah deeper but still as aggressively. He thrust this thick cock into Sarah over and over, forcing the knot into and out of her over and over. He was stretching her tight little cunt and filling her in the same motion. Sarah had lost all sense of herself at this point. This was all she ever wanted and she loved it. She dropped her head to the couch so Atlas could go even deeper and harder and she wouldn’t move. She was even pressing her hips back in rhythm with him, making it even better for her somehow. She was moaning and biting the couch to try and contain her moans and screams of pleasure. With Atlas filling and stretching and using her, she realized she was going to cum but knew she couldn’t without permission. She lifted her head to Sammy and between thrusts she begged, “Please let me cum sir! Please! I need it! I’ve been a good girl! Please! I can’t resist him!” Sammy lifted her head more with a hand under her chin and made intense eye contact, “Cum for him. Cum for that fucking dog that’s using you like a mindless fuck doll. Fucking cum you disgusting depraved little dog slut.” Sarah kept eye contact with Sammy but finally let herself cum. She pushed herself back onto Atlas as far as she could and teased her clit until she came all over Atlas’ cock. Atlas’ cock was like nothing she had ever felt before and she came like she never had before. Her head fell from Sammy’s hand as she bit the couch, her cunt tightened and her nails dug into the couch. She moaned loudly through her clenched teeth and her body tensed and shook before finally collapsing on the bed, letting Atlas’ cock pull out of her as she hit the couch.

She was panting heavily when Sammy lifted her by her collar, bringing her to her knees, “Don’t think that just because you came that you’re done. I still need to fill that cunt with cum.” “Yes sir.” Sarah eked out, still in a cum induced daze. Sammy laid back and as he did he pulled Sarah on top of him. He kissed her deeply while gently grinding his still hard cock against her cunt, feeling how warm and wet she still was. The two continued to make out as Sammy slipped just the tip into Sarah. She moaned into the kiss slightly and started to slowly rock her hips up and down. She thought they were going to be gentle with her until she felt Sammy’s hand slide up her leg and to her ass. He grabbed her tail gently and slowly pulled it out, leaving her ass to gape slightly. Sarah broke off the kiss and looked down at Sammy, “Sir why did you take out my tail?” She was almost upset by it until she heard Atlas moving behind her, “I never gave him the command to stop.” Sammy replied with an almost evil grin. He wrapped his arms around Sarah and pulled her to his chest in a hug, pinning her chest to his and her arms to her side. Before she could protest Sarah felt Atlas slowly slide the tip of his cock into her gaped little ass. Sarah groaned loudly, she had never been filled like this by two real cocks at the same time. They both started thrusting together, almost in unison. They were both so thick that she could feel them pressing against each other inside of her. Sarah couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even think. She had accepted that she was their fuck toy at this point and that all she could do was take their cocks and be a set of warm holes for them. Both of their thick cocks felt so good in their own way. Sammy’s was thick and veiny and stretched her more and more as he got deeper while Atlas’ was perfectly thick and long until the knot when it filled her almost more than she could take. And their rhythm was unreal. Like they were taking turns filling her aside from ever once in a while where Atlas would hold his knot inside of her while Sammy kept fucking her hard, filling both holes to their limit over and over again. She was cumming almost constantly. She couldn’t stop herself or ask permission. She was already sensitive but now every thrust felt like it was going to make her cum. Her mind was blank. She was just taking cocks and cumming and didn’t have to think of anything else. Sarah was a mess. She was moaning and swearing into Sammy’s chest and even digging her teeth in, anything to keep herself grounded. She had never felt anything this amazing before. A human cock and dog cock filling her holes at the same time as a dream come true. They owned her. And with her head on Sammy’s chest she could hear his breathing speed up. His chest was heaving faster and she could feel he was thrusting faster and deeper into her. She knew he was going to cum and she wanted it. Desperately. She wanted it so badly that she finally forced herself to speak, “Please cum for me sir. Please! Fill my worthless cunt with your cum. Please! I’m desperate for it! I need it now!” She pathetically forced out. It wasn’t loud but he could hear the pure desperation in her voice and he loved it. He kept fucking her as hard as he could, stretching her little cunt while Atlas continued to stretch her ass out, his knot filling her with every thrust. “I’m going to cum. Fuck you’re going to make me cum.” Sammy groaned out as his thrusts got steadier and harder, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer. And as Sammy got ready to fill Sarah she could feel Atlas’ cock twitch like it did earlier and she knew what to expect next. Both of them trust a few more times before they both thrust as deep as they could, Sammy going balls deep and Atlas forcing his knot into her one more time before both of them came. Sarah had never felt anything like it. Sammy filled her cunt with cum, he came so much that she could feel it flooding into her and could feel it pouring out of her slowly at the same time. Atlas came almost as much as Sammy, with every twitch of his cock another warm stream shot out and filled Sarah’s ass, so much that she knew that his thick knot was the only thing holding all of it inside of her. They both pulled themselves close to her as they filled her and she was still pinned to Sammy’s chest, completely helpless. As they both finally stopped filling her Sammy gently kissed her head, “Good girl. Such a good girl.” Sarah looked up weakly, “Am I a good little cum slut too sir?” Sarah whispered. Sammy smiled at her, “The best little cumslut.” Sarah smiled and laid her head back down, savoring the feeling of both of her holes being filled with cock and cum.  

Atlas pulled himself out of Sarah, finally letting her ass relax. Sammy loosened his grip and pulled Sarah’s face to his, kissing her deeply while still pumping himself into her slowly. Sarah wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss, squeezing her arms around his neck to try and feel even closer to him. Sammy eventually slid himself out of Sarah, immediately missing     how good she felt around him. Sarah didn’t react, lying on Sammy with her cunt, ass and stomach all filled with cum. Without any warning Sammy sat up, wrapped his hands under Sarah’s butt and stood up with her. She wrapped her legs around him and kept her lips pressed to his as he carried her upstairs. He carried them to the bathroom and helped Sarah get herself cleaned up. They cleaned up all of the sweat and spit and cum and got her dried off. Sarah stood in front of him, feeling clean but also still so slutty for everything that Atlas and Sammy did to her. Sammy gave her one last kiss, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Sarah loved it and tried to get more but Sammy picked her up again and brought her to her bed. He laid her in bed and tucked her under the covers. “Your boyfriend will be home soon and I promised that I’d leave you in bed. He’s also going to want you to tell him everything that happened in detail so make sure you don’t leave out ANY details for him. He’s going to want to hear everything we did to you because it’s going to turn him on like you wouldn’t believe. Just make sure you take care of him afterwards because he’s going to want to use all of your holes like we did.” Sarah smiled at the thought of sharing everything with her boyfriend and having him fuck her because of it. Sammy kissed her head quickly before leaving the room. Leaving Sarah alone to replay everything that happened to her. The thoughts of being such a dog slut making her so wet again. 

Tags: >!Canine, throat fucking, orgy, breeding, threesome, cuckquean!<

The following is a crossover fanfiction about an anime called Girls Und Panzer and my own world of Pasiphae. All characters are 18 or older, because in Pasiphae, we do not hand tanks to minors.

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A golden paw with devil’s horns adorned the tall iron fences around a massive farm. Little huts were spread across the meadows, all centered around one large facility. A party was going on here at the moment. But no ordinary party. A welcome for the newcomers.

Dozens of young girls, all dressed up in black crop tops and miniskirts, adorned with white paw prints, in combination with white chokers and thigh high socks with black writing, reading: “Knotted” Every single one of these beauties had been modified and they were here for only one reason. To bear animal babies.

They danced on a long catwalk, presenting their bodies to the beasts, hoping to get chosen and impregnated. And the beasts were eager for breeding too. Hellhounds, huge black wolves with piercing eyes, massive horns and sharp claws prowled around the area, looking for girls to knock up. They especially liked fucking the athletes, who had been sent here after losing the championship.

One girl, a ginger named Rosehip, just rolled on her back naked with only the choker and leash on her neck remaining. She spread her legs, inviting the beasts to come knot her, which they gladly did. One hellhound after another mounted the ginger and pumped his seed into her tight little pussy as she let out loud, lustful screams.

Right next to Rosehip, another hellhound pulled a long-haired blonde named Assam on her leash towards a dark corner. There, he barked at her once and she got on all fours, presenting her already wet pussy. Since none of the girls wore underwear, the hellhound could mount her right away and claim the blonde for his harem. He pumped her full of his seed for hours, until she laid limp on the floor and he went on to breed the next girl.

Moans and lustful screams everywhere. Sometimes, a hellhound growled or barked to subdue a girl. But it never took much. They all knew their place beneath the animals.

Watching all this were the captains of the defeated teams. Two blue-eyed blondes with large breasts, named Kay and Darjeeling. They were both joined at their chokers by the same black leash, signalling to the hellhounds that they had to take both of them at once.

“Now I know why you wanted to lose,” Darjeeling chuckled as she saw her team getting savagely fucked. One especially small girl just got knotted and then dragged away by her pussy.

“Hehe,” Kay grinned. “I’m doing everything for my team. Now go, let’s get knocked up!”

She pulled her girlfriend through the showroom, looking for a hellhound, who had not yet made his choice. Not easy, there were more girls than hounds here. One of them watched a ginger strip naked on stage while two blondes with sore pussies, dripping with cum licked his cock clean.

But then, Kay felt a wet snout push against her naked buttcheek. She moaned, blushing a little as she pulled up her skirt. Darjeeling turned around and gasped at what she saw. A huge hellhound with a name tag reading “Asmodai” sniffed Kay’s ass, pushing his snout between her legs and reaching for her juicy little pussy with his tongue.

Deep black fur, piercing golden eyes, bright golden horns and claws and a long, narrow wolf snout, smelling the Kay’s and Darjeeling’s ovulations. This beast was so huge, his shoulders stood as tall as their waists. 

“Oh god, darling,” Darjeeling bit her lip. “He’s perfect. I think this beast could knock up both of our teams alone.”

“Hehe, of course he could,” Kay could not decide whether to giggle or moan. “My sister works at a breeding farm, where they have 40 girls per hellhound and she’s always pregnant.”

A devilish grin graced Darjeeling’s face as she looked at Asmodai’s crotch. Juices ran down her thighs at the sight of his huge, deep black leather balls and the golden cock slowly but surely coming out of its sheath.

Darjeeling lifted her skirt, showing her wet pussy to the beast. “Master, aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked in a playful tone and Asmodai reacted.

He looked at her with a dominant, commanding gaze, tilting his head slightly forward to present his long, golden horns. The hellhound sniffed at Darjeeling’s pussy, tasting some of her juices for testing.

Kay turned around to see who had touched her from behind and instantly started drooling. These paws were huge and strong, almost like they belonged to a bear. She could not wait for them to press her down.

But then Asmodai bit into the leash on Darjeeling’s side and yanked her down with one forceful push. The British blonde moaned as she fell on her knees. Immediately, she went on all fours and opened her mouth wide, blue eyes staring at this huge, golden cock.

“Oh you lucky girl,” Kay snapped, kneeling down next to her girlfriend as Asmodai reared up to mount her girlfriend.

Huge paws pressed against Darjeeling’s asscheeks. The girl almost stumbled as she felt his enormous weight pressing down as heat and deep black fur brushed against her pale skin. Asmodai rammed his shaft into her mouth, making Darjeeling choke.

The blonde felt every single vein of his rock hard, steaming hot member in her mouth as she ran his tongue all over every part of him. Asmodai shoved himself into her, ramming his knot against her lips. Muffled moans and squeaks came out as Darjeeling struggled to remain still.

She could feel his muscles tense on her back as Asmodai shoved himself into her, pulled back, only to shove himself deeper still. He fucked at such a fast pace, his balls slapped against Darjeeling’s chin, quickly turning it red from the bruising while her own red lipstick left a mark on his knot.

Kay watched in awe, sitting right next to her girlfriend and making a pool of her own juices. She gawked at the bulge forming on Darjeeling’s throat. His cock must have been the size of her forearm at least. Then Kay took a deep breath through her nose, letting all that spicy musk invade her senses.

Darjeeling squeaked as Asmodai’s paws dug into her soft ass. He pushed himself harder against her, trying to get the knot in, but the blonde could not open her mouth wide enough. Darjeeling closed her eyes, taking in his scent as she felt his cock pulse inside her mouth.

Then Asmodai stopped pounding her, pressing his knot against Darjeeling’s lips so hard, she squeaked at the pressure. Kay gasped as she saw his balls starting to pump. A hot, spicy load flooded Darjeeling’s mouth. Bestial cum came dripping out of her lips.

Kay crawled under the hellhound on all fours, opening her mouth to catch drops of that delicious cum. Then she slightly raised her head, pressing her lips against his balls. She ran her tongue across the leathery surface, feeling the heat, almost like standing in front of an oven. 

She let his balls land on her face, gently pushing them up to feel their tremendous weight. Then Asmodai pulled his cock out. Darjeeling choked loudly, gasping for air while Kay greedily licked every bit of that golden member she could get until it had left her girlfriend’s mouth completely. Then she pressed her lips on Darjeeling’s reaching deep inside with her tongue to steal some of that hellcum.

Their kiss was rudely interrupted when Asmodai yanked on the leash. A single strong pull and both girls fell over on the side. Both panted, staring at this beast holding them on a leash and growling. Then Asmodai pulled again, going towards the exit.

Kay giggled, “come on, get up. I think our new husband wants to bring us home.”

Darjeeling still choked a little. But it did not take long for the blondes to get up and follow the huge beast walking them home. Soon, they would both get knotted.

Tags: >!canine, knotting, breeding, cuckquean, animal dominance, human submission, oral!<

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

The following is a crossover fanfiction about an anime called Girls Und Panzer and my own world of Pasiphae. All characters are 18 or older, because in Pasiphae, minors are not allowed to drive tanks.

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It was a long walk to Asmodai’s house, but Kay followed obediently and Darjeeling managed to hold on. She moaned all the way, feeling his cock moving inside her, shaft still prying open that gap in her cervix as he pumped more and more bestial cum into the blonde. She constantly felt a tingle in her abdomen.

It was his swimmers. Darjeeling knew she was getting fertilized along the way as she wrapped her arms and legs around her new husband while his fat knot pulled on her folds. Her pale skin stood out sharply against his deep black fur, allowing everyone to see Asmodai’s new property.

“I’m going to be full of hellpups,” Darjeeling moaned.

“You lucky girl,” Kay replied with a giggle as the hellhound tugged on her leash. “Can’t wait to get some too.”

They came across several small houses on the meadows of the breeding farm, all made specifically for hellhounds with some thought given to their human wives as well. Everywhere Kay looked, she saw pregnant girls, proudly displaying paw prints on their bellies. They all wore clothing with more paw prints and bold letters reading: “Knotted”, "Hellhound Chew Toy” or “Hellpup factory”

Several hellhounds were returning from the party with new wives as well. Sometimes knotted and bellyriding like Darjeeling, sometimes pulled on a leash like Kay. Each hellhound fucked his new humans right in front of the others to assert his ownership over her. Soon, it would be Kay’s turn to get knocked up.

They arrived at Asmodai’s house. Just like the others here, it was very much a large doghouse with heavy curtains instead of a door and loads of cushions inside. Kay had to duck a little and Darjeeling moaned loudly as they stepped inside. Asmodai’s knot was getting softer and her limbs lost their strength.

Right in the middle of the house, Darjeeling lost her grip, falling onto the cushioned floor while her pussy was still locked with the hellhound’s cock. She let out defeated whimpers as the fat knot tugged on her pussy, slowly sliding out until a loud popping sound filled the house. 

Darjeeling’s butt hit the ground, releasing the hellhound’s veiny, golden cock. The blonde was shaking all over, unable to properly move or speak as she slobbered on the cushions. A thick thread of sticky white cum connected her pussy to Asmodai’s tip, slightly lifting up her skirt.

Kay bit her lip at the sight. His cock was limp now, but even then it looked so tasty to her. Asmodai meanwhile planted his strong paws to the left and right of Darjeeling, looking down at her for a moment before turning to Kay. He let out a low growl and Kay averted her gaze in submission.

“Yes master, I’ll clean it immediately,” she squeaked, pressing her legs together as juices flowed down her thighs.

Kay stripped off her crop top, pressing both arms against her breasts to show her new husband what she had. He growled approvingly. Kay could hear by his pitch he was still horny. It made her giggle. She threw away her top and stripped off her skirt as well.

Then Kay went on all fours, looking up to this huge beast as her long, blonde hair brushed against the floor. She took a few steps forward. Asmodai opened his maw wide, showing his sharp teeth to Kay and she immediately rolled over on her back, averting her gaze once more.

Asmodai lowered his head to get her leash, then tugged at Kay once. She got up and continued crawling towards his crotch with a lowered head. 

While Darjeeling still lay on the ground shaking, Kay crawled under her husband’s body. She felt his heat, smelled his hot, spicy musk as she approached. Then Kay lifted Darjeeling’s skirt to look at her sore pussy, overflowing with cum.

Kay lowered her head towards Darjeeling’s entrances and stretched out her tongue to catch the thread of cum connecting her to Asmodai. She caught the thread with her tip and then followed along the sticky thread, filling her mouth with the spicy and still hot seed.

Kay’s pussy dripped on the floor when she reached his tip. Kneeling below this huge creature, Kay gently pressed her lips on his shaft, reaching into his urethra with her tongue. She loudly gulped his tasty juices down, placing both hands on his black, leathery balls to feel their weight and size and massage them with her little fingers.

Asmodai let out a lustful growl, causing Kay to giggle. She ran her fingers over his balls, gently lifting them up and sucking on his urethra to get as much cum as she could. She could feel her throat burn as the hot and spicy seeds flowed down into her.

The hellhound meanwhile pressed his maw on Darjeeling’s mouth, just as she started to come to her senses again. He rammed his tongue down her throat, pressing his sharp teeth against her. Darjeeling reciprocated, letting her tongue dance with his and brushing it against his teeth. She could feel his heat inside her mouth.

Then Kay let go of Asmodai’s shaft and ran her tongue all over his cock. She cleaned every vein individually, kissed his knot all over, greedily licking up the mix of his cum and Darjeeling’s juices. She even cleaned the spot between his knot and balls, trying to reach into his sheath to get it all.

As she did that, Kay felt his cock getting harder again.

She tilted her head back, admiring the golden glory for a bit before she turned around under him. Kay placed her hands to the left and right of Darjeeling’s hips, eyes looking directly at her girlfriend’s overflowing pussy as she stretched out her nice and round ass, slowly grinding it against his cock.

She felt it harden between his cheeks, veins brushing against her folds as her face flushed red. “I’ve cleaned you, master,” she moaned. “Now breed me, please. I want your puppies.”

Asmodai understood. He reared up, pressing his huge front paws on Kay’s thighs and pulling his shaft back to press it against Kay’s wet pussy. She moaned loudly, feeling the weight of this huge animal pressing down on her. His shaft instantly rammed into her pussy, prying open her tight walls as her master let out a lustful growl.

Kay giggled, proud of her own tightness. Then she moaned loudly as the thick shaft stretched her tiny little hole and his heat warmed her from the inside. Her arms wobbled, tits bounced as he pounded her pussy, ever faster and stronger. His knot slapped against her folds once, twice, three times until it finally slid inside.

Kay let out a loud scream. Her whole body grew weaker as she felt his thickness press against her g-spot and her arms gave up. Kay fell forward, face first onto Darjeeling’s pussy with an open mouth, moaning into her girlfriend’s hole.

Then Asmodai pulled back again and with a loud plop, his knot slid out of Kay’s pussy again, making her moan. He placed one paw to the right of her, the other on the back of her head, forcing Kay’s mouth onto Darjeeling’s pussy.

Kay stretched out her tongue into Darjeeling, slurping the cum out of her as she pressed her legs together against Kay’s soft hair. Darjeeling moaned and Kay let out a muffled scream when Asmodai pushed his knot back inside her.

It was bigger now. He rocked his hips against hers, pulling back to get it out again, making Kay scream even louder as her face flushed deep red with tears. Asmodai barely got it out. Then he immediately continued pounding the blonde.

He hammered her with all he had, slapping his knot against her entrance, sliding his veins across Kay’s walls. She screamed incoherently, cum from Darjeeling’s pussy messy all over her face as she could not even lick it up anymore. Again and again, he hammered against her pussy.

Kay felt her ass and pussy getting red at the pounding. Her husband’s lustful growls made her proud to be a good little bitch. Darjeeling squirted onto her face as Kay gasped for air, heart racing as her tits bounced against the cushioned floor.

Finally, Asmodai laid his paws on Kay’s thighs again, lowering his body to make her feel his overwhelming strength, snout laying in between Darjeeling’s tits. He violently shoved his knot inside her, making Kay scream out loud.

She felt his rock hard member inside her, veins pulsing, knot growing bigger and harder every moment. He pulled back a little, tugging on Kay’s folds. It was stuck now. Feeling her master’s fur and heartbeat against her back, Kay did not have to wait for her reward.

As his hard and hot tip kissed her cervix, Asmodai shot a huge load inside the little blonde. Kay moaned loudly as her belly swelled up. She felt such a tremendous pressure building up inside her, a heat making her sweat all over as her body grew limp.

Then she felt that tingle all over her womb. Kay got fertilized while Asmodai kept her locked to his crotch. And it was not the last time today. He would fuck both of the girls many more times today until both of them completely passed out.

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A few months later, Kay and Darjeeling had found their new home on this farm. They sat on the front porch next to their canine owner, feeling the hellpups kicking inside their bellies. By now, everyone in their respective teams had gotten pregnant too. Rosehip sucked off her husband in public while Assam chatted with girls who had been here much longer.

Some lucky girls were even born on this farm, fathered by hellhounds. As they came of age, they went out for their own hot dates with the animals. Getting knotted and pregnant with more hellpups to guard the breeding farms and bestiality colleges of Pasiphae, where they would have free use rights over all the girls.

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Thank you for reading. Looking forward to your comments.

Tags: >!canine, knotting, breeding, cuckquean, animal dominance, human submission!<

Part 1 is here

The following is a crossover fanfiction about an anime called Girls Und Panzer and my own world of Pasiphae. All characters are 18 or older, because in Pasiphae, we are not stupid and don't give tanks to minors.

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Kay and Darjeeling moaned lightly whenever the hellhound pulled on their shared leash, urging them to go faster. It took a bit for them to get out of the central hall, where the main party was. Asmodai himself couldn’t help but stare at the strippers every now and then on their way out. No doubt he would expand his harem at some point.

The two blondes meanwhile felt a tingle in their abdomens. Hearts raced and their faces already grew red as they stared at the huge black balls of that beast. Their new master had already asserted his dominance once and they would be very fertile and obedient wives for sure.

But Asmodai grew uneasy and they could feel it the way he tugged on the leash. Outside, they came across rows of fuckbenches. Usually, these would have been fully crewed with rapemeat so the hellhounds could relieve themselves any time. But the kobolds had not strapped anyone in today so as to encourage the beast to take wives and not just mess around.

The moment they got here, Asmodai’s golden knotted cock already started coming out of its sheath again. Darjeeling bit her lip at the sight, blushing as she imagined all the ways he would fill her up. Kay saw this and lightly elbowed her girlfriend with a giggle.

But then Asmodai suddenly stopped. He looked at the empty benches and then turned around to his new wives. They both blushed, averting their gazes to show submission. Asmodai let out a low growl, releasing the leash and stepping closer to Darjeeling.

She could feel the heat coming from him. “Just get on the bench, you lucky girl,” Kay encouraged her.

“Oh, uh,” Darjeeling had been too flustered to notice. She took a step backwards while Asmodai approached her. This huge, deep black beast with his golden horns and steaming hot breath was such an imposing presence.

And very impatient.

Asmodai reared up, opening his maw wide to show those long, sharp teeth and letting out a threatening growl. Darjeeling fell over backwards onto the bench, already spreading her legs in submission. Just the sight of him in his full glory, that deep, low growl made her squirt into her skirt.

Kay sat down on the ground next to them, watching eagerly with a finger on her clit. Asmodai planted his paws to the left and right of Darjeeling’s slim waist and lowered his mouth to her, still wide open with a growl. The blonde averted her gaze again, then grabbed her crop top and pulled it over her head.

“Wh- whatever you s- say, m- master,” 

Her pale body shuddered as that huge, black creature towered over her. Hot saliva dripped onto her bare chest as she revealed her round and plump breasts. Asmodai liked what he saw. He lowered his head towards her tits to gently nibble at them. Darjeeling moaned, feeling those teeth run across her flesh, pressing against her nipples. His tongue ran over her, covering the blonde in his scent while she felt something hot and rock hard press against her folds.

Darjeeling raised her hands in total surrender, tilting her head backwards. “My body is yours,” she moaned. “Please knock me up.”

Asmodai pressed a paw on Darjeeling’s chest, claws digging into her tits as she struggled to breathe. Then he shoved against her clit, sliding off at first. He tried again and Darjeeling moaned every time. Soon, she felt his rock hard member breaking into her fertile hole.

Darjeeling let out a loud squeak and Asmodai a deep, low growl. He rammed his hips against hers, shoving that veiny, golden member into her warm, wet pussy. Kay gawked at the sight of the bulge forming on her girlfriend’s abdomen, rubbing her pussy as she squirted onto the ground.

“Ah, yes!” Darjeeling moaned as the hellhound thrust inside her.

Every muscle in his hips tensed. His knot loudly smacked against Darjeeling’s pussy, making her face flush deep red. She felt as if her entire body was burning up from the heat of his beast alone. His huge cock was so hot, it warmed her from the inside. A warm and fuzzy feeling she hoped would never stop.

“Faster, master, please!”

Her prayers were heard and the hellhound pounded her ever faster. Darjeeling’s face flushed with tears of joy as his shaft pressed against her cervix and her animal husband let out lustful roars feeling her tightness. She squirted onto him and then, he finally pushed his knot inside.

Darjeeling let out a loud scream as he forced it in, simultaneously pushing his shaft harder against her cervix. Waves of pain and pleasure made her body tremble as she felt that big, hot knot pulsing against her g-spot.

Then he pulled back. His knot plopped out with an audible plop and Darjeeling came again. She already felt her chest burn up when the hellhound lowered his body to hers. He pressed his front legs against the fuckbench from either side, his chest against hers.

Darjeeling felt the black fur against her soft skin, the heat of his body, already soaked in sweat. He was so incredibly hot in every way. Asmodai’s body felt like a heated blanket, pressing down against her with such force, she struggled to breathe. Darjeeling was too small to reach for his mouth to kiss him, but she could feel his powerful heart drumming against hers.

Then Asmodai pushed himself into her again. He forced his knot inside Darjeeling’s tightness, stretching her pussy to the limit as his shaft penetrated her cervix. Darjeeling let out a loud scream, feeling his member pulse inside her and his knot grow with every beat.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on for dear life as the knot created a tight seal. Kay could clearly see the knot bulging through Darjeeling’s abdomen. It grew and grew, creating a tight seal until finally, Asmodai pumped his load into the blonde.

He shot a hot stream of cum right into her womb. Darjeeling moaned loudly as she felt it flood all her insides. The bulge on her belly grew and grew with every pulse. Fertile hellhound cum flooded her womb and she could already feel the strong swimmers tingling her insides. Kay gasped, cumming again as she watched her girlfriend getting knocked up right before her eyes.

Asmodai rested only for a bit, then stood up from the bench. Darjeeling felt his knot tug on her pussy. She held onto her husband with arms and legs, feeling his member slap her insides as he bit into Kay’s leash again.

Carrying Darjeeling on his belly as a cocksleeve, Asmodai growled at Kay to stand up and follow him. Being an obedient wife, she did just that and followed Asmodai as he walked her to their new home.

Note: This is written in the style of a captions porn video. You're intended to read it as such.

Your dog has been acting up recently.

He's much more aggressive than usual.

Biting, scratching and humping everything.

You decide that it's time you showed him some discipline.

You went to a buddy of yours who's a dog breeder.

He gives you a special sedative that's sure to make him more obedient.

You slip it into his food, and it works like a charm.

Not only does he play nicer and attack less, but it also has an unexpected side effect.

The sedative makes him super horny, which you learn as he starts to nuzzle your crotch one day.

You didn't think this would happen, but you figure it's all part of making him obedient.

You unzip your pants and pull out your cock.

He starts licking your cock, his long tongue sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

It's like nothing you've ever felt before.

It feels incredible.

Your dog keeps licking, and eventually, curiosity dawns on you.

How would it feel to get sucked off by a dog?

Naturally, you do the logical thing, and shove your cock down his throat.

Your dog obliges, and simply takes the whole thing down his muzzle like a good boy.

It's unbelievably wrong, but unbelievably sexy.

You start fucking his throat, listening to his whimpers and whines.

They're so cute, so wimpy, so helpless.

You can't stop thinking about how tight your dog's throat is.

Eventually, your cock starts to twitch and jitter.

You hold on to both sides of his head as you slam one final time all the way down.

Your cock explodes, dumping jizz down his maw.

He drinks every last drop, like a good boy...

He even starts licking you clean as you pull out.

He's so obedient now... It's turning you on.

What was once an angry, snarling beast...

Has been reduced to nothing more than a subservient bitch.

You're still hard. He hasn't finished attending to his master.

You slap his ass. Immediately, he understands.

He gets his front paws up on the couch, giving you a nice view of his ass.

Those luscious flanks... How have you not noticed them before?

Watching that furry ass wiggle and jiggle as he pads around the house... He's practically been begging you to fuck him, hasn't he?

You get into position, ready to claim your new bitch.

He's panting excitedly. He wants this just as much as you do.

With his saliva and your cum serving as lube... You push your way in.

It's like a fucking vacuum. It's pulling you in. It's warm, wet and tight.

It feels incredible. Who knew your dog had such a tight little asspussy this whole time?

You thrust in and out, pushing deeper with each slam.

He whimpers as you fuck him. Moaning like a slut.

He's so much more sexy like this, now that he's realized his true place.

He's not an alpha, or a stud. Why did he ever think that he was the one in charge?

He's just a bitch. A bitch to be dominated and made subservient. A man's best friend, and his loyal cocksleeve.

You show him this as you grab onto his collar and push him into the couch, thrusting harder and harder.

He whines more. He's loving this. Little slut.

You keep fucking him, using his asshole like a toy.

He's powerless to stop you, pinned under your much larger body.

Not that he would ever want you to stop.

He loves it. He loves being put in his place by a superior being.

Serving his master with his fat hindquarters and tight asshole.

Letting that sissy dogdick hang limp and leaking.

You finish inside him. Cumming balls deep into his slutty tailhole.

He doesn't object. He simply sits there and takes it.

Like a good boy.

After a while longer of dumping every last drop of your cum into his ass, you pull out

You yank his tail up to get a good look at his hole.

It twitches as your cum oozes out of it.

His hind legs shudder from the relentless fucking you just gave him.

His cock, now fully erect, hangs loose between his legs, waving a white flag to his masculinity.

Because your dog isn't a male anymore. He's a bitch. He's accepted his new role as your personal furry cumdumpster.

And he couldn't be more happy about it. He pants in a mixture of excitement and exhaustion in the afterglow.

You were definitely going to have to thank your friend for that sedative.

Maybe by letting him take a turn?