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 She kneels at the side of Master's couch as He departs, a look of longing
passes through her gaze, knowing it will be hours before Master returns. 
She plans within her mind what she will be able to accomplish today;
feeling the weight of the chain He has placed on her.  Keeping her close at
hand through the night, she grins, knowing she would have crawled no where,
at having the chance to lay enclosed in the warmth of His strong arms - the
chance to nestle her lips to the strong beat of His heart.

   She feels her smile brighten as Master returns...  though she is a bit
amazed, as He has been gone but an hour.  A disconcerted look upon His face
as He walks closer, wrapping long red tresses in His grasp, pulling her
roughly to Him in a passionate kiss.  Feeling her heat race instantly to
her belly, He holds her close a moment before setting her back to the
floor. "There is talk of raiders nearby lil one..." He says be way of
explanation, as Master moves to the other side of His chambers, releasing
the chain upon the mastiff.  Walking close to her, Master ruffles her hair,
leaning down to tweak one pert nipple before looking to Beast, commanding
in a short tone, "Guard."

   Master then departs for His day, her look no less longing to Him, though
there is apprehension and anxiety filling her, at Master's words.  Knowing,
however, that Beast will obey Master completely, just as she always has
done.  She takes comfort from the large animal's presence, as she rises,
moving to begin straightening Master's chambers.  Her mind replaying the
night before, Master's touches, Master's mouth, the taste of Master.

   As she inhales the scent of Master, still lingering upon His pillow, a
low moan escapes parted lips; she feels her blood heat as it does with
thoughts of Master always.  Finally, finishing with a last fluff of
Master's pillow, she moves to the sideboard, preparing to wash Master's
breakfast dishes.  Without a thought, she reaches down to pat Beast upon
the head, soft murmurs whispered to him.

   Without warning, Beast wraps his jaws lightly upon her wrist.  The shock
in her gaze is pure fear; but, in just a minute, she is upon her knees. 
Her training to ingrained, even a silent command received from Beast seems
to hold sway over her.

   As soon as she is upon knees, his paws reach up, pushing her forward. 
She is upon her hands and knees, for Beast...  displaying herself to him,
ass held high in the air.  She doesn't move, though if any were looking so
close, her fear may be seen within her gaze.

   Beast prods his snout along her nether reaches, taking into his senses
the need of her; the wantonness that Master brings within her.  She
whimpers low as he nips at her thighs, the unmarred flesh becoming reddened
by his attentions.  She holds still at first...  the bites becoming more
insistent, along thighs along raised ass.  She can feel Beast becoming more
emboldened as the scent of her increases with His attention.

   Suddenly, without warning...  she feels his forepaws press upon her
shoulders.  His muzzle reaching to her neck, clamping down roughly, she can
feel the delicate flesh tear.  As she arches to this pain, Beast sinks
himself into her cunt.  As if all of these nights of Master using her have
built a need into the creature, this rape continues unabated.  This is no
casual fucking of beasts for just the heat of one.  This is the pent up
frustration of one watching the smaller beast be taken over and over.

   With a final thrust, Beast raises his head from the tight hold upon her,
a low growling howl emits from Him, sending shivers down her spine.  Beast
pulls from her, and she tries to quickly move from beneath him.  She knows
not where she could hide, but, needs, aches to move away from this
creature. Her own reaction to him as shocking as anything she could
imagine.

   She is jerked back to Beast's feet as her departure is cut short by his
massive paw upon the chain.  She folds to knees upon the floor before
Beast. His gaze looking to her - just staring, as his front paws then reach
to rest against the side of Master's couch.  Suddenly, she finds herself,
curled upon her knees, breasts crushed between splayed thighs.

   Her lips find the animal's cock; smelling her scent upon the beast,
tongue caressing as she cleans it.  Fingertips massaging along the dog's
legs as she finishes.  Her thoughts of Master, and all the times she has
ensured her scent is removed from His flesh...she moans low, curling within
a ball for a moment.  Still shocked by her behavior...

   She feels Beast rest to his haunches next to her...  his left forepaw
laid over her protectively.  She knows she will not be able to move until
Beast moves now.  She tries to calm her breathing, praying for Master's
swift return.