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 Heat of Summer (Chapter Two, of Summer Fun)



   The weeks had jumbled one into the next from that first fateful
afternoon, from the rare comment that had nothing to do with the increasing
humiliation they could dream up for me, I found out it was nearly the end
of June.  I had basically become the family dog that we had never been
allowed to have as children.  Although, what they did to me over the last
weeks would have surely brought in the ASPCA if I truly were a canine.



   If I was lucky, I slept chained to the foot of one or the other's bed at
night.  If on the other hand, I had somehow displeased one of them -
whether the slight was real or imaginary - I often found myself tied to a
post in the backyard.



   Those nights of course, were the worst.  A ball gag between my lips left
me no chance to scream for help, even when I did hear one of my neighbors
close enough to our fence.  They had placed metal cuffs at my wrists and
ankles, allowing too many options for the way they would leave me until
morning.



   My brother had been gone most of the day, doing whatever he did that did
not involve too much work.  When he got home, I was finally allowed out of
the too small kennel he had forced me to crawl into that morning.  It had
been so many hours, that even the tears on my face dried by the time his
raging voice filled my ears.  The pain had been too much, although he had
known it would happen, planned for it; that morning having given me three
large glasses of water, forcing me to drink them down or feel his belt on
my bare pussy.  Although, it was only a small reprieve, considering that
was what he used against me as I tried to find some way to crawl into the
small opening of the crate.



   My latest transgression being the puddle I was then forced to remain in,
until he returned home.  His laughter was savage, the pure pleasure in a
chance to use whatever punishment he had spent the day devising now coming
to its fruition.  Snapping his belt against my unprotected thighs as I
backed out of the cage, my movements stilted as I tried to get out of the
hated cage and avoid the strikes as much as possible.  All the while, his
litany continued on what a stupid bitch I was, that most dogs would have
been house-trained by now.  Considering this was his lead off, I pondered
crawling back into the soiled kennel.



   As my hands fell onto the tile, his foot on the back of my neck forced
my cheek downward, back into the cooled liquid.  He laughed as he jokingly
said, that was what all the good trainers said to do with a bitch that kept
pissing in the house.  When he finally tired of that part of the game, I
heard the snick of the leash before he tugged me up to kneeling.  Throwing
open the back door, he took long strides out to the center of the lawn. 
For a moment, he looked around as if deciding; I dared a look up, fear
filling me at what I saw in his gaze.  The one time I actually wished my
father was home, because I was not sure I would survive whatever my brother
had planned.  He attached the lead to another stake in the ground, forcing
my shoulders down to the ground so that I did not choke.  I knew that this
was not it - it was far too simple for the crazed look - far too simple
that he did not degrade me before walking away.



   I jumped as I felt his hand on one ankle, rewarded with a sharp slap to
one hip...  "Quiet, bitch" was the only command.  My shock over for the
moment, I felt him securing both ankles to his homemade spreader bar. 
Another sharp to the other hip, and the unlatching of the collar from the
stake, proceeded a command of "Beg, bitch." He seemed so inordinately
pleased with himself whenever I followed these dog commands.  Rising up on
splayed knees, my palms turned under to lift up my breasts as if I was
wanting to offer them to his perversions.  Of course, that was not quite
enough even for him, so, very quietly I added on a murmured "woof, woof"
sound.



   He smirked further, "You must not want it very much, bitch.  Do not
move." I watched him walk over to the side of the house, coming back with
the garden hose, my head was already shaking in denial; even as he turned
on the nozzle.  Trying to steal in a breath as the frigid water hit me
mercilessly; he left no part of me untouched.  At one point even forcing
the nozzle into my pussy and my ass.  The pain was so debilitating, I
finally fell forward as the sharp chill began to overcome me from the
inside out.



   Taking his grip off the nozzle, he left the harsh metal tip buried
between my cheeks, laughing as he gripped my hair, forcing me to look up to
him, "You have a tail now, bitch, just like the dog you are.  Now, beg
properly, bitch." Shivering as I tried to lift up to kneeling once more, my
body trembling as I offered up, unwilling, my breasts to him, my voice only
somewhat stronger as I added on the required "woof, woof" at the end.



   Drawing in a sigh, as if tired of my petty games of rebellion, I watched
as he began to undo his pants, his cock already thickened, as it sprung
free.  "That's better, you slutty bitch, you know you want my cock, you
know you need it." He stated as he shoved the thick mushroomed head between
my lips.  As I tried to draw in breaths between the strokes, all I could
smell was the acrid scent of his sweat and more, it made me think he hadn't
bothered washing in days.  I would not have put it past him, considering
the relish he took in tormenting me, punishing me.



   Wanting to gag on the smell and taste of him, I could do nothing but
take it for long moments.  But after what was probably only a few strokes,
as he pushed to the back of my throat, I gave into that reflex.  The back
of his hand met my cheek, "you know better than to do that, bitch.  I have
been waiting for you to do something like that.  Always acting like such a
haughty bitch before, you are finally on your knees where you belong, where
you should be thanking me for even allowing you to touch my cock, let alone
suck it." All the while his hand was reaching for something in his pocket.
I did not recognize the small plastic remote, and as he pushed the button,
there was a small jolt that went through me.



   Shaking my head as his thumb hovered over it once more, he pushed it as
he laughed.  My body jerked as he held it depressed longer.  Luckily, I
suppose, there was nothing left in my bladder, or it would have been loosed
with that agonizing charge.  Acting as if I should have easily withstood
the pain, he shoved at me with his boot, demanding "Beg again, bitch."
Unsteadily, I rose up on knees once more...  whimpering the requisite
"woof, woof" I even leaned in as he thrust his turgid cock at me once more.



   I tried to ignore the smell and the taste, merely loosing myself in my
own meandering thoughts as he continued to thrust into my mouth, pushing
again and again into the tight confines of my throat.  The natural
convulsions of my throat added to his own enjoyment of my humiliation,
thankfully bringing a swifter end to his torment, as I felt the first jets
of cum spewing from the tip.  He pulled back, stroking his own fist over
his cock a few more times, the last spurts of cum falling onto my uplifted
breasts.  I would not even look up as he stepped closer, rubbing the tip of
his just softening cock over my lips.  "Lick it off, bitch, and tell your
Master thank you." I did not bother fighting it, sticking out the tip of my
tongue and dragging it over the tip a couple times for the acidic drops
left there, echoing the familiar phrase once again..  "woof, woof."



   Chuckling as he tucked his cock back into his jeans again.  He pulled
another item from his pocket, a small spray bottle of some sort; "Present,
bitch" he commanded.  Lowering my shoulders to the ground, my knees already
forced wide by the bar, I laid my cheek to the grass.  Feeling the heat of
his breath against my pussy, as he gave a tug to the hose, he tossed it to
the side.  I tried not to make a sound at the small pinch of pain he had
caused.



   His hand opened, rubbing carelessly over my pussy, splitting the smooth
lips.  It was hard to remember, even a month ago when there was at least a
small amount of hair to protect the tender flesh.  Without preamble, he
began thrusting three thick fingers into my cunt.  Curving his fingers to
ensure he hit that one particular spot on nearly every stroke.  No matter
how hard I tried to fight it, there was not a chance of fighting the
reaction that had been ingrained into me over the last month.  Already, I
was wet with arousal, as he continued the heartless strokes, his tone even
more condescending than before, "You are such a bitch in heat, aren't you,
bitch?  Such a horny slut, that you would do anything to get fucked, you'd
get wet for anything shoved in your whore pussy, wouldn't you?"



   I did not answer him, too ashamed of my body for giving into the cruel
teachings, the merciless torment.  His other hand coming down with a
painful slap on one upturned cheek, "Answer me, bitch.  You would do
anything to get fucked, wouldn't you?  You lived to be filled with cock,
don't you, bitch?" My only answer, one with so many definitions it seemed,
so that he could take it however he wanted was a ground muffled "woof
woof". I bit back a small whine, almost, when he pulled his fingers free,
just before allowing me to cum.



   Laughing at me, once again, he gave one more sharp slap to my ass.  I
heard a few indiscernible sounds behind me, and as he rose up, I tried to
shift slightly, only to realize he had somehow secured the spreader bar to
the ground.  I did not move as he walked away, only to come back, setting a
bowl just in front of me, "eat, bitch."



   Rising up, to forearms, my hips still raised higher than my shoulders, I
cringed at what filled the bowl.  Tonight was just one punishment after the
next; although I should be grateful perhaps that it was canned dog food,
rather than the dry one again.  Patting my head, as I leaned down and began
eating the food "properly", I could hear him chuckling.  "Hmmm, might train
you to be a good bitch one of these days yet."



   Finishing off the food, I fought back the urge to throw it all up,
knowing he would not get me anything to replace it; it was my only meal
today.  Looking around a bit, I realized he did not give me anything to
drink.  He stood there smirking, just waiting for it.  Only giving a small
sigh, I looked to him and gave a small "woof woof" looking toward the empty
bowl.  Stepping forward, he once again pulled his cock free, aiming it
toward the empty bowl, and letting a stream of piss splash as it filled the
bowl.  "Drink it, bitch.  You enjoyed sitting in your own all day, mine
should be even better."



   Shaking my head, I tried to ignore the thirst eating at me.  I could see
the rage building in him, he shoved the bowl closer, grabbing me by the
back of the head, and forcing my face into the bowl, my mouth and nose into
the strong smelling foul liquid.  "Drink it or drown, bitch...  your
choice." Sputtering some, I choked as I drank it, hearing as his hand
stroked over his cock once more; as I was forced to finish it off.



   Stepping behind me, he thrust the head of his cock into my exposed
pussy. Crying out at the sharp pain it brought with it, he slapped my ass,
"Fuck my cock, bitch, you know you want it." Knowing, once again, I had no
choice, my hands splaying onto the grass, pushing myself onto his cock,
impaling myself onto my tormentor's cock.  He was luckily, already close to
the edge, finally giving in and gripping my hips tightly as he shuttled his
cock in with increasingly harsh thrusts.  Freezing above me, I felt his
cock swell, his seed pumping into me.



   I was confused as he pulled back, that spray once more in his hand, he
liberally covered my ass and pussy in the light mist.  Lifting me by the
hair, he looked at me cruelly, "beg to clean off my cock, bitch." My answer
easily dropping from my lips "woof woof" before his cock shoved inward.  I
tasted his salty fluid mingled with my own, before he was satisfied.  My
body had long ago given up the fight, always stepping in to provide that
much needed lubrication at even a hint of their raping intent.  He attached
my wrists to the other buried stakes, fixing the ball gag between my lips,
walking off to open the gate, with a parting shot...



   "Enjoy yourself tonight, bitch, like a real bitch in heat..."



   I really had no idea what he had meant by the comment; and could do
nothing in any case.  Trying to find some sort of comfortable position was
impossible.  I made the best of it that I could, and tried to steal a few
moments of sleep; the opportunities would be rare as night fell;
considering my father had not partaken of his own share in my humiliation
of the day.



   I woke to the feeling of something cold pressing against my lewdly
exposed pussy and ass.  I forced myself to hold still knowing that if I
moved away the punishment would be swift and painful.  To increase the
already uncomfortable situation, a growing heat had nearly infused my
senses by the time I had awoken.  A slim rational corner of my mind guessed
my brother must have laced the `meal' with some drug.  It took moments for
me to realize what was happening.  The snuffling noise, the wordlessness,
although the truly telling detail was the low growl just before two large
paws came down on my already lowered shoulders.



   It was too dark out, no lights shining from the house for me to actually
see the beast looming over me.  I could only guess at the size based on the
weight meant to hold me still for its attentions.  I tried to squirm away,
to fight my own urge to press back into the unseen dog, as I felt its hips
thrusting unerringly toward my pussy.  The slick head of its cock rubbing
against me for moments before it seemed to find the exact spot.  I heard my
own whimpers of need within my head.

   As the dog began thrusting into me, I could sense one light after the
next beginning to light up the back yard.  I was beyond rational thought at
this point however.  I was arching back to meet each thrust that was being
savagely taken by the dog.  My wanton moans were rising up, as each stroke
of the dog's cock tightened the need within me.  Crying out as I felt the
dog's cock beginning to swell to monstrous proportions, the intensified
sensations sending my own orgasm into flight, my pussy milking the beast's
cock as it began pumping its own seed into my body.



   A low sound of distress escaped as the dog's legs seemed to give out
with its release, its weight coming down heavily on my trapped hips.  My
face was turned away from the house, although it was only sight that I was
able to tune out this way.  I could still hear the dual laughter of my
tormentors.  Faint comments amounting to self-congratulations on their
part, denigrating observations on my part, and pointing out what they felt
were the highlights to the event.



   After what seemed forever, the dog finally lifted off; stupidly I looked
up toward the house, as if to watch them finally come and let me free of
the humiliating pose.  Instead, what I saw was my brother setting up a
tripod, for the video camera my father was holding in one hand.  In his
other hand, was the digital camera.  I had seen both pieces of equipment
far too often.



   While I had never been allowed to go to that summer job, or anywhere
else outside the house and yard - the two of them had made a tidy sum of
cash, if what they said was to be believed, on the pictures and videos they
posted on one of those porno websites.  I was not sure I would ever feel
comfortable walking in public again, never knowing whether or not someone I
passed on the street had seen me in live color.  Not that I actually
believed I would survive to do that...



   "You better get ready bitch, your next friend is heading over." I heard
my brother call out derogatorily.  Looking over swiftly toward the gate; I
saw one of the largest German Shepherds I had ever seen; or perhaps it was
only my vantage point.  To my utter horror, I felt myself getting wetter at
the thought of the dog's cock filling me.  Soft whimpers of encouragement
sounded from my throat as the dog took in my enhanced scent, my hips
pushing back at its snout.



   I had long had the words beaten out of me, meeting the dog's low growl
with one of my own as it shoved into me.  Its claws digging into my
shoulders more firmly, its purchase ensured, its cock shuttling in and out
of my cum-filled snatch without any concern for me, other than being held
secure.



   Once again that all-consuming heat was invading me, like some scratch I
could quite reach.  Low keening whines rose with every heart beat racing.
As the dog's rod swelled, its cum spewing forth in thick hot ropes, my
orgasm was finally tripped; milking him for every drop.  Knotted to the
male, I was forced to remain helpless under him.



   As the dog finally pulled free, I felt the heat of a spot-light against
my splayed ass.  My father cruelly sneering "You have so much cum dripping
out of you, bitch, it wouldn't surprise me if there were pups growing in
you now.  You'd like that wouldn't you, bitch?  Having your own little
brood of pups?"



   When I did not respond quick enough, there was a hot flash of heat
across my ass, the crack of leather loud in the otherwise quiet evening. 
Tears falling from my eyes, I offered a low "woof woof" in response around
the ball gag.  A second stripe of reddened flesh rising, "Louder, bitch,
speak, bitch.  You want to prove what a true bitch you are and grow pups
from one of these beasts fucking you, don't you?" He demanded once again.



   I answered more forcibly, "woof woof" still muffled by the gag,
although, my real answer was probably not what he took it as; not that it
mattered one way or another.  Once they felt they had enough pictures of my
abused pussy, of the cum dripping out of me, there was a small whispered
conversation; my brother stepping away for a moment before returning.



   In his hands when he returned, was a broad low dish and a large anal
plug.  Both items left me confused, but, I did not think I would have to
wait long to find out the why of either one.  "This will catch all that
doggy cum for you, bitch.  I am sure you will appreciate that treat later,
as thirsty as you will be." My father stated as he centered it beneath me.



   While he was working, my brother's impersonal touch was feeling me up
once again.  One set of fingers pulling and tweaking a painfully taut
nipple.  His other hand pushed between my thighs, gripping my slicked clit,
tugging on it, stroking it to further arousal.  I felt my hips pushing
back, as if stroking an invisible cock.  "You are such a whore, bitch. 
Your pussy dripping dog cum, and yet you still want more, don't you,
bitch?" I met my brother's cruel statement with the muffled "woof woof"
that he wanted.  "This should bring a few more strays in to fill you,
bitch."



   I felt more of the spray covering me, he forced the uncapped sprayer
into my anus, pouring a large amount of the pocket-warmed liquid into me. I
watched him put the lid back on, my eyes following him as he walked toward
the gate, spraying the scent along the way and out toward the street.



   While my brother was finding a way to add to my torment with more
strays, my father was not idle.  Taking the last item, he began working the
large plug into my pussy.  I thought nothing of it, instead only
concentrating on the pleasure the too full feeling was giving me.  Nearly
on the edge of orgasm once more, his thick leather belt swinging against my
ass breached the mindless thoughts.  The straps attached to the end of the
plug, wrapped at my thighs and waist, ensured that it could not be
dislodged.  "Now, your boyfriends can make sure and enjoy that tight little
ass as well, bitch."



   With a final smack to my ass, they both moved off to the side.  Just
enough out of the way to ensure they did not interfere with the ravaging
strays; but, close enough to get the best pictures and view for themselves.



   I heard the barks and growls before I saw either of the two dogs.  Both
seemed quite evenly matched for size, monstrous in either case.  While I
may have once had an affinity for Rottweilers, I was feeling less inclined
to the breed at the moment.  Foam dripping from both of their maws,
snapping at eachother, claws flashing.  I have no idea how much time passed
before it was quiet.



   I do not know if one slunk off as the loser, or if stopped for good
where it dropped.  As the victor moved over me, there was no hesitation. 
He went straight from dominating the other Rottweiler to dominating me. 
His gigantic paws securing my shoulders as his stiff cock shoved into my
ass, the plug ensuring it was the beast's only option; not that he seemed
to care one way or the other; one hot hole comparing to another.



   After my brother's torments, and the fucking motion my father used to
insert the plug, I was more than craving the feeling of being fucked; much
to my own mortification.  Pushing back into the slap of the Rottweiler's
muscled thighs, his huge ball sack slapping into my distended clit.  My own
low, muffled growls urge him to take me like the beast I had been reduced
to.



   The pain was beyond words as the Rottweiler tied me, but, even that pain
did not diminish the orgasm that left my body quaking beneath the
dominating pose.  His own pleasure, topped off by nature's way of ensuring
procreation, although in this case it had been foiled.  When the Rottweiler
was finally able to pull free, I was exhausted, even as another orgasm took
the last of my reserves.



   I barely moved, even for breath that was speeding in and out of me.  My
wonderful family eagerly snapping away pictures once again of the cum
overflowing from my still gaping asshole as it spasmed through aftershocks.
Before it could completely close, one of their hands began pulling and
pushing on the plug, fucking me with it, firing the synapses still under
the influence of the drugs they had given me.



   My brother pulled the drool-covered ball gag from between my lips, a few
larger gasps of air were allowed before he replaced one hated implement
with another.  "Suck on this, bitch, clean off the entire mess of dog cum."
My brother ordered me, shoving it between my lips.  Already sore from the
long use of the gag, lips stretched further for the toy.  He was
relentless, making me choke on it, before finally letting it fall to the
ground.



   Unhooking my wrists, I was straightened up, only to have the cuffs
reattached to the spreader bar.  Centered over the collection bowl, I could
feel all the beastly cum dripping out of my holes.  I shuddered slightly,
just the thought of being so thoroughly, and emotionlessly used made me cry
silent tears.



   Mockingly, I heard my father as he stood in front of me "Awww, is the
little bitch missing cock already.  You would think you'd be satisfied by
all of those dogs fucking you.  But, a whore like you must need a real cock
to satisfy your bitch heat." With a hand knotting at the back of my head,
he shoved his hips forward.  His bared cock unobstructed as it shoved
swiftly to my throat.  He held himself deep, forcing me to take every inch
of his ten-inch cock.



   My throat convulsed around him, adding to his pleasure; my own
meaningless to him; unless he could use it to humiliate me.  As blackness
began to crowd around my limited vision; he finally began using my mouth
like a cunt, impaling me on his length over and over.



   "Use the vibrator on the bitch while she sucks me off, but, don't let
her cum until I say." He ordered my brother.  So he did decide upon
humiliation then.  There was no fight left in me, and truly my body was
demanding another orgasm.  I could only hope the drugs wore off soon.



   With the wildly gyrating toy pressed to my clit, it was only a matter of
time before I felt the orgasm building almost out of control. 
Unfortunately, after the last month, my brother had learned my signs too
well.  He pulled it away, or changed the sensations, or speed just before I
could fall into oblivion.



   I felt my father's cock swelling as his grunts and moans increased in
ferocity.  He pushed deep once more, my lips smashed into the graying short
hairs coiled at the base of his cock.  I felt every pulse of cum over my
tongue as it shot straight into my belly.  He refused to pull back until he
had shot all five loads of cum.



   Even then, he did not pull his cock free completely.  I couldn't help
the whimpering moans that vibrated his length, countless times taken to the
edge of bliss only to be denied.  And with my father's load sitting heavy
in my belly, I was certain he was he was going to leave me on edge through
the night.



   But, once again, the vibrator touch more purposefully to my painfully
engorged clit.  I had no idea what my father was waiting for, no clue what
I was supposed to do, trying to bark a muffled "woof woof" beg around his
semi-hard length.  Drawing in breath around his cock, I tried suckling him,
to see if perhaps he was waiting for me to make him cum again.



   Chuckling, my father looked from me to my brother.  "The bitch is still
hungry for more...  guess I can't disappoint her.  I better fill that belly
more." And with that, a low sigh escaped him, his stomach clenching
briefly, and I felt the heat of his piss filling my mouth.  "Swallow down
dessert, bitch.  And then you will get to cum."



   To make sure I had no option, his other hand reached forward to pinch my
nose shut.  Between his cock and piss filling my mouth, and with my airway
cut off, I had no choice but to swallow or choke.  They both laughed
mirthlessly at my predicament, watching my throat working to pass all the
steaming, acrid-scented liquid.



   "Make the whore cum as she drinks my piss." My father finally allowed. I
tried to fight it, with what little sanity had begun to return.  The need
was too powerful though, and within moments of the last drops filling my
mouth.  My mouth opened once again, on the first full scream I could let
free, the orgasm long-denied was astronomical.  Collapsing forward as it
finally began to abate, my shoulders wrenching from the enforce position.



   I suppose it was some kindness that made them undo the bindings, a firm
grip on my arm helping me to rise.  Leading me over to the small sandy area
I was allotted, my brother forced me into a squat, as my father once again
used the camera to record my outdoor bathroom needs.  With a grip on my
choke collar, my brother brought me up to the porch, affixing it to one of
many rings located in the cement.  I lay down on the tiles in exhaustion,
barely hearing his last comments.  "Don't worry, we'll save your dessert
for breakfast...  I am sure you will enjoy dog cum ice cream, won't you,
bitch?" I did not hear my father's last comment, before falling to what I
hoped was a dreamless sleep.  "I wonder if any more strays will make use of
our bitch in her slutty heat of summer."