I'm on my knees, my cheek pressed to the basement floor, so that I'm staring at a brick wall. I'm wearing a red lacing bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the mansion, in case you're wondering. My arms are behind my back, my forearms tied together, my hired hand cupping my elbow joint, pulling my shoulder joint back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather catch with my name etched on that epithet tag. There's a little chain attached to it. It leads to a metal ring on the storey. My articulatio talocruralis are secured to rings as well, leaving my ramification spread and my pussy vulnerable. The room is dimly lit, so that any crusade causes shadows to flicker against the age bricks. It's about twice the sizing of my sleeping accommodation and a wooden stair leads up to the theatre above. While I can't see it, I know there's a camera in on niche, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a German Sam Shepard on a chain which is attached to a ring on the bulwark opposite the one I am. The only difference is, there's timekeeper on it the lock securing it to his pinch. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the sentence is up, it will let go him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how long it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to interest about it. Then they left, going back upstairs, shutting the door behind them.

"Don't vexation,"Alondra told, giving me a lenify candy kiss on the rima oris before securing my collar to the floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste of your sweet little cunt. The longer he has to wait for more, the more eager he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And remember, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No names, at to the lowest degree not at first. I could act that it was just rarity that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much to a greater extent than that. A bestiality internet site. The kind where you can catch videos of cleaning lady being fucked by dog-iron or scan their on-key account. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply fantasies, didn't really matter to me. I wanted them to be reliable and I wanted to experience them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some comments on my favorites saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog loose woman O'– after spending night after dark getting off on them. Some evenings, that's all I'd do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and progress to myself fall for hours, reading storey after fib, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fantasy revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a nasty fantasy to induce. Being fucked by hotdog, so I tried to shrive myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a willing player in whatever bacchanalia I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd picture myself tied up, or down, while I was licked and fucked by a dog, or possibly more. Sometimes I imagined being chased down by a pack who had their way with me. And it wasn't like I'd ever actually do it. That's what I told myself, at least. And then I met ding and Alondra.

Alondra had contacted me first, simply replying to one of my comments :

If you liked this, I can share more like it.

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was well-to-do enough for her to spin me in. It was like a plot, I suppose. She threw out the bait, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a link to a level where a female child is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a sexy twain. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several times while reading it the first time. And I read it more than once.

What did you think ? she asked me the next day.

It was the internet and I was just a random little girl with a enthrallment for fucking bounder named ‘ Dog adulteress O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

lack some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another data link. This time it involved a lady friend being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her come over and over until she begged for them to let it eff her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy adult female with the swelled dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog's nose buried between my thigh, his crude knife lapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him have it off me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was thoroughgoing.

Did It puddle you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you possess more ?

Yes. Easier with email. Addy ?

I hesitated, but in the end, I gave in and sent it, or at to the lowest degree one that I used for pornography sites. A burner address.

She didn't disappoint. Every former Nox, a new linkup or sometimes a PDF of the variety of stories I craved. And the espouse dark, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my guard down a little at a fourth dimension, and the e-mail would get longer and more intimate as I shared more than and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality illusion, but little tidbits about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. hoodoo. sexuality. It was almost always intimate, but over a few month it took on the form of a friendship. I shared my gens - not my full name, but I my first name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. Nick.

Send us a scene, Livvy - I'd told her that, in my fantasies, I was Livvy, not Oliva. Olivia wouldn't dream about fucking dog. Livvy, however…

Of me ? Like a soil pic ?

Your selection. You can even edit out your face if you want. Just curious.

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was chilling, though. In the end I sent a exposure of me in a short skirt and a mannikin fitting tee after cropping everything above my cervix, though my whisker was long enough that you could recount I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I show it too Nick ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to believe her more and more…

He wants to see you naked. LOL. I would too. Only if you want to.

I'll think about it.

No pressure sensation.

I thought about it for several days. True to her Scripture, she didn't insistence me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new story to masturbate too every other day and asking me what I thought on the days inbetween until we had formed something akin to a friendship, although the content was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the help of a couple of glassful of wine-colored and several orgasms after reading a particular arousing story about a woman who gets fucked by pawl while blindfolded and tied to a weight unit bench while her hubby and some of his acquaintance watch and then screw her too, I threw caution to the confidential information and stood in front of my mirror and took some photo, position orgasmic, my pussy gaping slightly and glistening and my nipples still hard. This fourth dimension I didn't crop my face out of the depiction, though I regretted it instantly. For the next half hour or so I was in a go up panic after my indiscretion. At least until Alondra replied.

You're gorgeous. Thank you. Only fair you see us.

She'd sent a picture too. Not as risqué at the one I had, but in a way, it was even More so…

She was gorgeous. Black hair, moon-shaped grimace, pitch-black framed glasses. From what I could state, she was either about my stature or her married man played professional basketball. She was slender, though her curves were in all the right station. As for him, he was good looking as well. make clean cut and well built without being too muscular for my tastes. He had stylish mass medium length light brown hair and a couple days worth of stubble. Alondra had told me he loved the out-of-doors and I could easily picture him out in the forest hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attention, though, was the German language Shepard sitting in front of gouge, tongue hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of track, my rarity was piqued. I thought of the dear way to cite him - her ? - without making it sound prurient. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

You guys look amazing. You never mentioned you have a dog. Have you… ?

Again, I spent the future hour anxiously waiting a reply, wondering if I had gone to far with my half asked interrogative sentence, checking my email every 10 instant or so, my pulse racing when she finally replied.

gladiola you like what you see. Have I ever what, Livvy ? Don't be shy. Say it.

If I thought about it at all, I wouldn't have answered truthfully, so I didn't. I just typed out a reply as quickly as I could and hit send.

Have you ever had sex with him ?

His name is King, Livvy, and no. I have never had sex with him. That doesn't mean he hasn't fucked others.

This clip I stewed for a piece, not sure how to reply. I pulled up one of my ducky stories from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring report throughout the stories she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog fuck someone. This fourth dimension as I read it, I pictured Alondra and Nick in the roles of the couple and King as the dog. By the time I was done I was spent, having come at to the lowest degree 3 severalize meter, each clock time with such intensity that, the death time, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her last message over and over and looking at the photo she'd sent. I was attracted to them. That wasn't even a question. Both of them. All three of them, actually, though it took me a patch to let in it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my e-mail again, surprise to find that she'd sent me another message while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to fuck you, Livvy ? I know your kinks. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have bother admitting it. Just like in the stories I've sent, the ones you like best, where she's tied up and helpless, unable to put a stop to it. dent and I would know to catch you. Think about it.

After that, I couldn't help but thinking about it. Long narrative short, that was how I ended up on here…

It hadn't happened all at once. I'd agonized about it for calendar week while Alondra continued to commit me my dog fucking history. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt lifelike as we got to know each early better. I found out that I liked her for more than just the bestiality stories she provided me with. Not only that, but I found myself attracted to her as well. Nick even joined in, sometime. He was soft going, although he could be intense at times - they both could. They had that ineffable prevailing aureole about them which meshed well with my more submissive personality. It soon became clear that they were in flush while I, Sir Thomas More and more, let them take the lead. Not that it was anything open. Just little proffer at times of what to wear thin during our video recording chat get togethers, or their use of my dog adulteress name ‘ Livvy'or my inability to dodge their questions, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

The guinea pig of fucking Rex, or rather, being fucked by him, came up more and more. It came to a point where she's always have him with her when in our television Old World chat.

"Say hi to King, Livvy,"she assure me, and of course, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look aphrodisiacal today ? He can't wait to finally gather you in individual. He's hard right wing now, in fact. Do you desire to see ? Of trend you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your pussy now. Show us, Livvy. display him how wet you are for him."

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the level where I'd play with myself during the entire conversation. Occasionally Alondra would narrate me to come while she and world-beater, and sometimes Nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What sort of slut ?"

"A dog slut."I'd answer, mortified, knowing that she'd only let me follow if I said it out loud to her.

"Good girl. Why don't you come for us ? For King and me."

And I would, and afterwards, I'd feel ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated and I couldn't delay until the next clip when I'd do it again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

"What's going to find ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another state to meet masses I'd never met in person so that I could have sex with their dog.

"Nothing that you don't want, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't worry. We're going to take precaution of everything and we're going to subscribe to maintenance of you."

They picked me up at the drome. King was with them. He shared the back derriere with me. I'd worn a precious little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next hour or so ‘ getting to know'Riley B King in the vertebral column of their SUV while trying to expect on a conversation with his owners at the same clip. At 1st he was content to simply whiff at me and lick my arm a lilliputian. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to lick my face, my second joint, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At first-class honours degree, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra's entertainment.

"You're so cunning, Livvy, but really, just fall in him what you both want."

Blushing deeply, I relented, and tried to relax.

"Why don't you scoot over to the centre, Livvy, so we can see better ?"

By this metre, King had been working at pushing his nose up under the hem of my attire and licking the insides of my second joint as well as my panty covered, drippy wet, pussy and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the front seats.

"Now spread your legs, hike up your dress up like a expert girl."

I did everything they told me too, including forcing myself not to arrive after I'd taken off my panties and let him lap eagerly at my bare cunt with his approximative tongue, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the prison term we arrived at their star sign, I was a hot pot, unable to think about anything beyond relief from the craving electrocution within me.

"Let's get you downstairs, Livvy. That's what you want, isn't it ? That's where King fucks all his sluts."

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as B. B. King pushed his snout between my legs again, this time from the rear, and tasted the succus trickling down the inside of my thighs.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the neckband around my throat while Nick took care of the mortise joint cuffs.

"arms behind your cover and take hold of your elbows, slut."

My arms were secured snuggly behind my back. It was uncomfortable, though not painful.

"Down on your knees."

Nick helped me and then they both secured me to rings on the flooring so that I was on my knee, thigh spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.

dent went back up the stairs to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me party, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipples and clit with her finger so that I couldn't dressed ore on anything but her soupcon.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan, opening my middle, which I'd squeezed shut, in time to see Nick securing business leader on a chemical chain on the bulwark opposite me. That's when she explained the timekeeper to me after which, they'd leftfield, and now…

I have no idea how long it's been. It feels like hours. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can feel the tickle of my juice down the interior of my thigh, or just clinging to my outer lip until gravity finally frees them. I can't help imagine a humble puddle forming between my second joint. I'm drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so long that I feel a little light headed and my knees and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At first he was content to just sit on his haunches and picket and waiting. After a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and Forth, his eyes never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd intermission and lick his lips with it, or let out a piano woof of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the same restlessness, although mine was combine with fear and anxiety and a thick down hunger that was even more frightening than being taken by a dog.

It was during one of those moments that the timer beeped, freeing King from his trammel. That's about all the warning I had. He didn't waste any time, simply rushing over to where I lay, my ass up in the air. I'd wondered what would hap. Would he just violation and lay waste to me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My face first, giving me doggie kiss, which, try as I might, I had trouble returning. Then my throat and shoulder and really, my entire upper consistence. By the time he discovered my tits and tit I as moaning and writhing in place, so much so that he nipped one of my white meat as if to tell me to stay still, which I did, at least for a petty while.

God, it felt so good, his rough glossa rasping over overly sensible swollen tit while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the same treatment to my costa and hip castanets, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my expose arse and pussy and settled decided that they were far Thomas More intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost quick. Three or four punch and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to end myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't for sure if I came once for a very recollective time or various times, it was just too vivid to make sentiency of. I tried to overstretch my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my ankles. I tried to assure him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, waves of XTC rolling through me, shivers going up and down my rachis as I rocked back and Forth River, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my wide open pink pussy, flavour as good as any cock, undecomposed in fact. He was licking up my succus like they were a treat, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of amount, I was poised on the edge, so close to falling over the edge again, but not drop out able to. I wanted to call with defeat. I started begging him to make me come, to put his tongue in me, into my pussy, my ass, to get laid me. I needed him to make water me his bitch and fuck me…

Eventually, either he got the content or he just decided on his own. I gasped out loud as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs suddenly around my waist, holding tightly to me he poked at me with his erect cock. I couldn't see it, but I'd seen it before - Alondra had shown him off to me Sir Thomas More than a few times. It was thick and red and it had a weird pointed tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few tries to get it into me while I did my best to support still for him. Once it was, he didn't handle back. It felt like a jack hammer inside me. Fast and furious and non-stop, while I could try him panting just over my shoulder, spit free fall splattering against my face.

Hard, deep, and inhumanly fast and there was no way to stop him. I came again and then, when I felt his slub starting to well up in my cunt, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's name, begging her to defecate it terminate, but it fell on deaf ear as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front ramification tightening around my waistline, his nipper leaving scratches that would be hard to explain on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, giving than any cock or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, unable to concord back, and then came as I felt the first squirt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt warm, hot even as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throe of my climax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but then I was lost in another orgasm and, by the meter that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to stop, even though he already had, his knot embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruined mess of a bang hollow. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in metre for King to disengage himself, his knot shrining until he was able-bodied to pull his cock out of me with a sonant plopping sound. I could palpate his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the base and against my pegleg. One final humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to turn out me improper, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my abused pussycat until, with a violent tremble I came one last time.

"Let's go upstairs and clean and jerk you up, Livvy,"Nick said, not unkindly.

"Was it all you wanted ?"Alondra asked as they unchained and untied me, allowing me to stretch my sore arms and ramification, my gaze shifting between their faces and King, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a smile, my face hot as I met her eyes.

"Everything and More. Maybe tomorrow, you could… we could… again ? ”