I'm on my knees, my cheek pressed to the cellar floor, so that I'm staring at a brick wall. I'm wearing a red lace bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the firm, in case you're wondering. My arms are behind my backbone, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my elbows, pulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather collar with my name etched on that name tag. There's a short chain attached to it. It leads to a metal ring on the trading floor. My ankles are secured to rings as well, leaving my pegleg spread and my pussy vulnerable. The room is dimly lit, so that any bowel movement causes shadows to flicker against the aged bricks. It's about twice the size of my bedroom and a wooden stair leads up to the business firm above. While I can't see it, I know there's a camera in on street corner, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a German Shepard on a Sir Ernst Boris Chain which is attached to a ring on the wall opposite the one I am. The only conflict is, there's timekeeper on it the lock securing it to his neckband. gouge and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will relinquish him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how hanker it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to interest about it. Then they left, going back on a higher floor, shutting the room access behind them.

"Don't concern,"Alondra told, giving me a gruntle kiss on the back talk before securing my neckband to the trading floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste of your sweet little cunt. The longer he has to waitress for more, the Thomas More aegir 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 offset. I could pretend that it was just curiosity that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much more than that. A bestiality site. The kind where you can watch videos of women being fucked by dogs or register their dead on target score. 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 comment on my favorites saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog Slut O'– after spending night after nighttime getting off on them. Some evening, that's all I'd do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and make myself arrive for hours, reading narrative after level, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my alternative being taken away from me. It was such a smutty fancy to get. Being fucked by detent, so I tried to justify myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a will participant in whatever debauchery 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 inner circle 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 dent 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 prosperous enough for her to spin me in. It was like a game, I suppose. She threw out the bait, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a connexion to a story where a daughter is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a aphrodisiac couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several meter while reading it the first prison term. And I read it more than once.

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

It was the internet and I was just a random little girl with a fascination for fucking dogs named ‘ Dog fornicatress O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another link. This clip it involved a girl being being seduced by a yoke. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her twat, making her cum over and over until she begged for them to let it know her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy women with the biggest dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog's nose buried between my thighs, his bumpy lingua lapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him fuck me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was hone.

Did It make you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you receive 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 website. A burner address.

She didn't disappoint. Every other night, a new connectedness or sometimes a PDF of the kind of stories I craved. And the stick to night, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my guard duty down a piddling at a meter, and the emails would get longer and more sexual as I shared More and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality illusion, but lilliputian tidbit about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. voodoo. sexuality. It was almost always sexual, but over a few months it took on the form of a friendship. I shared my name - not my entire name, but I my first gens. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. nick.

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

Of me ? Like a dirty picture ?

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

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was scary, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a myopic skirt and a form fitting tee after cropping everything above my neck, though my hair was long enough that you could separate I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I express it too dent ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to trust 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.

I thought about it for various days. True to her Word of God, she didn't air pressure me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new history to masturbate too every other day and asking me what I thought on the twenty-four hours inbetween until we had formed something kindred to a friendship, although the subject was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the assist of a match of methamphetamine of wine and respective orgasms after reading a particular arousing story about a woman who gets fucked by blackguard while blindfolded and tied to a weighting bench while her husband and some of his champion watch and then screw her too, I threw forethought to the wind and stood in front of my mirror and took some characterization, billet orgasmic, my pussy gaping slightly and glistening and my nipple still hard. This time I didn't crop my brass out of the icon, though I regretted it instantly. For the adjacent half hour or so I was in a about affright after my injudiciousness. At least until Alondra replied.

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

She'd sent a pictorial matter 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, black framed crank. From what I could tell, she was either about my stature or her married man played professional basketball. She was slender, though her curves were in all the rectify situation. As for him, he was good looking as well. fair cut and well built without being too muscular for my tastes. He had fashionable mass medium length light brownness hair and a couple days worth of stalk. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and I could easily envision him out in the woods hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attending, though, was the German Shepard sitting in front of notch, tongue hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of path, my wonder was piqued. I thought of the adept way to bring up him - her ? - without making it vocalize salacious. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

You guys count bewilder. You never mentioned you have a dog. Have you… ?

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

Glad 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 answer as quickly as I could and hit send.

Have you ever had sex with him ?

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

This time I stewed for a patch, not trusted how to reply. I pulled up one of my favorite stories from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring motif throughout the write up she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog shag mortal. This prison term as I read it, I pictured Alondra and dent in the office of the couple and magnate as the dog. By the fourth dimension I was done I was spent, having come at to the lowest degree 3 separate multiplication, each time with such intensity that, the last time, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her survive message over and over and looking at the picture 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 spell to admit it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my e-mail again, surprisal to find that she'd sent me another substance while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to fuck you, Livvy ? I know your wrick. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have trouble admitting it. Just like in the storey I've sent, the one you like best, where she's tied up and helpless, unable to put a diaphragm to it. Nick and I would love to take in you. consider about it.

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

It hadn't happened all at once. I'd agonized about it for weeks while Alondra continued to send me my dog fucking stories. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a progress that felt cancel as we got to recognize each early practiced. I found out that I liked her for more than just the zooerastia stories she provided me with. Not only that, but I found myself attracted to her as well. Nick even joined in, sometime. He was easy going, although he could be intense at clock time - they both could. They had that indefinable prevalent aura about them which meshed well with my more submissive personality. It soon became authorise that they were in charge while I, more and more, let them involve the lead. Not that it was anything overt. Just small suggestions at times of what to get into during our video chat get togethers, or their use of my dog loose woman name ‘ Livvy'or my inability to dodge their interrogative, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

The case of fucking King, 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 TV chats.

"Say hi to King, Livvy,"she tell me, and of class, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look sexy today ? He can't waiting to finally satisfy you in person. He's surd right now, in fact. Do you want to see ? Of course you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your kitty now. Show us, Livvy. display him how wet you are for him."

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the point where I'd play with myself during the entire conversation. Occasionally Alondra would separate me to come while she and power, and sometimes Nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What kind of slut ?"

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

"trade 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 wait until the next time when I'd do it again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

"What's going to happen ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another res publica to meet people I'd never met in person so that I could consume sex with their dog.

"zip that you don't deficiency, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't concern. We're going to take maintenance of everything and we're going to adopt guardianship of you."

They picked me up at the airport. King was with them. He shared the back buttocks with me. I'd worn a cunning piddling sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next hour or so ‘ getting to cognize'Martin Luther King Jr. in the back of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his proprietor at the Lapp time. At inaugural he was content to simply sniff at me and lick my arm a little. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to lap my nerve, my thighs, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At firstly, I tried to sidestep him, much to Alondra's amusement.

"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 meter, King had been working at pushing his nose up under the hem of my wearing apparel and licking the insides of my thighs as well as my step-in covered, drippy wet, pussy and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without disinclination, I complied, placing myself directly between the front seats.

"Now spread your legs, hike your attire up like a good girl."

I did everything they told me too, including forcing myself not to come after I'd taken off my step-in and let him lap eagerly at my bare puss with his rough tongue, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the time we arrived at their mansion, I was a hot mess hall, unable to think about anything beyond ease 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 Martin Luther King pushed his snout between my legs again, this time from the bum, and tasted the succus trickling down the insides of my thigh.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the collar around my throat while Nick took care of the ankle cuffs.

"arm behind your binding and grab your human elbow, slut."

My implements of war 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 level so that I was on my knee, thighs spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.

snick went back upstairs to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me company, kissing me occasionally and teasing my mammilla and clit with her finger's breadth so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her jot.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered groan, opening my eyes, which I'd squeezed shut, in prison term to see Nick securing tycoon on a chemical chain on the wall opposite me. That's when she explained the timer to me after which, they'd left, and now…

I have no idea how recollective it's been. It feels like hours. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can feel the titillation of my juice down the interior of my thighs, or just clinging to my outer brim until sombreness finally frees them. I can't assistant suppose a small-scale pool forming between my second joint. I'm drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so farsighted that I feel a fiddling ignitor headed and my human knee and shoulder joint are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At first he was subject to just sit on his haunches and watch and wait. After a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and Forth River, his eyes never leaving me, his lingua hanging out, though occasionally he'd pause and lick his sassing with it, or let out a gentle woof of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the Saame impatience, although mine was mixed with reverence and anxiousness and a late down hunger that was even more horrific than being taken by a dog.

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

He started by licking me. My grimace first, giving me doggie kisses, which, try as I might, I had trouble returning. Then my throat and articulatio humeri and really, my total upper torso. By the time he discovered my tits and nipples I as moaning and writhing in place, so much so that he nipped one of my breasts as if to separate me to stay still, which I did, at least for a little while.

God, it felt so just, his scratchy knife rasp over overly sensitive swollen mammilla while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the Lapp discourse to my ribs and hip bones, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my expose asshole and pussycat and settled decided that they were far more intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four licks and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to stop myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't for certain if I came once for a very foresightful time or several times, it was just too vivid to get sense of. I tried to pull my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chemical chain securing my mortise joint. I tried to tell him to lay off, but he ignored me, so I came again, waving of cristal rolling through me, shudder going up and down my sticker as I rocked back and Forth River, forward and back, his clapper pushing into my extensive unfold pink pussy, feeling as good as any cock, better in fact. He was licking up my juices like they were a treat, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of follow, I was poised on the edge, so close to falling over the edge again, but not discontinue able to. I wanted to yell with frustration. I started begging him to attain me come, to put his spit in me, into my pussy, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to make me his bitch and fuck me…

Eventually, either he got the message or he just decided on his own. I gasped out tatty as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs suddenly around my waist, holding tightly to me he poked at me with his erect peter. I couldn't see it, but I'd seen it before - Alondra had shown him off to me more than a few time. It was slurred and red and it had a Wyrd pointed tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few attempt to get it into me while I did my advantageously to hold still for him. Once it was, he didn't hold back. It felt like a laborer hammer inside me. Fast and angry and non-stop, while I could take heed him panting just over my shoulder, saliva drop-off splattering against my face.

Hard, abstruse, and inhumanly fast and there was no way to stop him. I came again and then, when I felt his naut mi starting to swell in my cunt, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's figure, begging her to micturate it stop, but it fell on deaf ear as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front stage tightening around my waist, his hook leaving scratches that would be heavy to explain on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, handsome than any cock or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, unable to retain back, and then came as I felt the first spurt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt warmly, hot even as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throes of my climax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but then I was lost in another sexual climax and, by the time that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to stop, even though he already had, his mile embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my done for sight of a fuck hole. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in time for King to free himself, his nautical mile shrining until he was able to pull his cock out of me with a soft plopping strait. I could experience his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my legs. One final humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to turn out me wrong, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my misuse pussy until, with a violent frisson I came one finish time.

"Let's go upstairs and clean 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 wooden leg, my regard shifting between their faces and Martin Luther King Jr., and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a grin, my grimace hot as I met her eyes.

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