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 Chapter 4 - Be The Bitch

   The pick-up truck pulled into a driveway and Master shoved me out of the
open door.  I looked around to get my bearings and found that we were in
the middle of quite a large farm.  The farmhouse itself loomed directly
ahead and numerous pieces of farm machinery and tractors were dotted about.
Behind the house were several barn-like buildings.

   "Is that the bitch?" A woman's voice.  She was hanging out of one of the
windows on the upper floor.  "Take it out to the middle barn and we'll do
the filming there," she said to my Master

   I wondered what was going on because Master had said nothing to me,
although he had previously warned me that he would offer me to his friends
for abuse as well.  He snapped a collar and leash around my neck.  "Come
on, slut." He tugged on the leash and I followed him across the ground on
all fours.  Dogs barked somewhere.

   The barn itself was light and clean and there were no animals in it. 
Sawdust covered the floor.  A fridge was plugged in at the back and Master
found another beer in there.  He told me to wait in the corner until she
arrived.

   She was not long.  "This is Mistress Jayne," Master explained to me.

   I looked up at her, the sunlight silhouetting her frame in the doorway.
She was older than me - late thirties at a guess - but had obviously looked
after herself.  Her body was very trim and shapely and her face was smooth.
Her lips were upturned at the edges slightly, which made her look as if she
was constantly mocking me.  "Good afternoon, Mistress Jayne," I greeted her
from the floor.

   "Hello bitch," she replied.  "And what do we do with you?"

   On hindsight, I should have thought through my answer in more detail. 
"Anything that you wish, Mistress."

   "Hm, don't worry bitch.  I will." She walked to my Master and kissed him
on the cheek.  I noticed that he got a good handful of her butt when they
hugged but she didn't seem to mind.  You can get away with that sort of
thing if you're a real man.  She looked down at me and kicked me between my
legs.  It wasn't too hard but it hurt enough.  "I want to fuck it first,"
she said.

   "Do your worst hon," said Master.  "The slut was a virgin until I broke
him last night."

   She looked down at me and laughed.  "Really?  Is that true, bitch?" I
nodded.  "Well, you'll feel fuller than every before today is through."

   Next to the fridge was a wooden chest.  She opened it up and pulled her
toys out: three dildos.  They varied in length.  The smallest was about
five inches long and an inch wide, the second was about eight inches and
slightly wider, the largest was even bigger than Master - about ten inches
long and three wide.  I looked at them with open eyes.  "Which shall we
use, bitch?" she asked.

   "Ah, if it is ok with you Mistress," I stuttered, "I'd prefer it if you
broke me in with the smaller dildo first."

   She picked up the small dildo and ran her thumb and forefinger up it. 
"This is the smallest dildo I have," she explained, "but it's still much
bigger than your useless excuse for a cock.  Isn't it, bitch?"

   I looked down at my own pathetic member.  "Yes, Mistress Jayne," I
admitted.

   "Well, I don't think it is ok with me, bitch." She picked up the largest
dildo and started to strap it around her waist.  I should have known.  I
hung my head in defeat.  "Don't worry though, I'll lube it up first."

   Master dragged me to one of the stalls in the barn and bent me over the
wall.  It was a good height and supported my waist.  "Enjoy your fucking,
slut," he said to me, nastily.  He tapped the insides of my thighs with a
crop that he had pulled out of Mistress Jayne's toy box and I took the
hint, parting my legs a little.

   I twisted my head and watched as Mistress sashayed up behind me.  The
enormous dildo jutted out from her crotch obscenely.  It looked enormous
against her slender waist.  She had tied it tightly around herself so that
the strap would rub against her crotch, bringing her pleasure whilst I was
skewered on the end of it.  She wore a mean smile.

   My ass, which had always been a one-way passage until the previous day,
was about to be penetrated and spread wide open again.  "The sissy faggot
calls it his cunthole," Master said to her, which elicited a laugh.  She
pressed the tip of the dildo against my asshole.  It felt cold and slippery
from the lube that She covered it with.  I felt my dick twitch at its
touch. I closed my eyes, waiting.

   She wasn't gentle.  Both hands on my buttocks, Mistress Jayne wrenched
my hole wide and plunged in, penetrating deep into me, without any concern
for my cries of terror.  She bludgeoned me with it.  Its cock-head was so
large that I was sure it would split me in two but She just kept pushing,
yelling at me to shut up.  And then there was a moment of relief as I
realized that the thick domed head of the dildo had passed beyond my
sphincter and She pushed the rubber phallus deeper and deeper inside me,
inexorable inch by inexorable inch.

   I must have howled.  I was sure that I would burst.  How could I
accommodate something that long and fat inside me?  My eyes bulged open at
the realization of my rape.  I felt utterly helpless, completely worthless,
right where I deserved to be.

   She slapped me and I understood, with a start, that She had finally
forced her massive dildo all the way inside me.  I could feel the plastic
balls against mine, the short hair of her pubes brushing against my smooth
ass.

   "How does that feel, cunt?" Mistress Jayne asked me.

   I sighed, catching my breath, gasping.  With surprise, I answered
honestly: "It feels wonderful, Mistress Jayne.  I feel like a whore."
"That's my good sissy bitch," she spat from behind, running her hands

over my bum.  "Time to give you a good pounding."

   And she did.  She withdrew and I felt the lube sliding up inside me and
then I felt the cock head hit my sphincter from the opposite side and then
She rammed it inside me again.  She was so powerful, so masterful that I
would have fallen over if I hadn't been bent over the wall.  I cried
raggedly and that just encouraged her on and she pounded me harder and
harder.

   Master filmed the whole thing, shouting words of encouragement, making
me squeal like a dirty girl getting her first fucking.  "More, more, more,
fuck me harder," I yelled at his request.  My voice was falsetto; it just
seemed right.  "Mm, ow, oh, fuck me, rape me, please, oh Mistress."

   "Tell me how big it is bitch," Mistress Jayne ordered from behind.  She
was panting from the exertion, her whole body moving with each stroke,
ramming that dildo further and further into me, stretching my hole.

   "Oh, it's so big, Mistress.  I love your huge, big cock, Mistress," I
squealed girlishly, begging for more.

   She must have banged me from behind for a good fifteen minutes.  It felt
like an eternity.  Pain was constant throughout the whole process but there
was also a feeling of elation too; the shame spread through me like fire.
As her dildo stretched my inside it rubbed my prostate and my tiny dick was
about as hard as it ever got.  With each stroke of the rubber cock Mistress
would shove me against the wall and then I would have to push back. 
Finally, after deciding that my squealing wasn't going to get any more
high-pitched she pulled the strap-on all the way out.  I made a small "Oh"
groan as she finished.

   "Hm, did you enjoy that, slut?"

   "Oh yes Mistress, that made me feel like such a dirty whore."

   "I'll bet it did," she snarled, clearly disgusted by me.  "Get down on
all fours." To be honest, I was glad of the order; my knees were shaking,
my legs were like jelly.  "Can you prepare the bitch?" she asked Master and
strode away, her dildo bobbing out before her.

   Master approached me.  "You ain't felt nothing yet, faggot," he said.  I
looked up at him, wondering what he meant.  Surely she wasn't going to fuck
me an even bigger dildo.  "Lift your left foot up," he said.

   Using bondage restraints he put me into position.  On all fours
initially, he pushed my left foot upwards so that my heel touched my
buttock and then he strapped it to my thigh.  He did the same with my other
foot before moving onto my hands.  He made me bend my arm at the elbow and
then strapped my wrists to my arm just under the shoulder.  In effect I was
now truly on all fours - my knees and elbows touching the floor without any
other joints available to me.  Complete bondage; it was very difficult to
move around.

   "You know what you look like now?" he asked.

   "No Sir."

   "A bitch.  A helpless one at that." Mistress Jayne was re-entering the
barn.  I couldn't see her but I could hear her high heels.  "Has he been
trained?" Master asked her.

   "Oh yes.  Tyson loves to fuck a nice bitch."

   I wondered who Tyson was and then I heard scrabbling from behind me. 
With a spark of horror I realized that they were about to film me being
raped by a dog.  No, he couldn't have been serious about that!  Surely.

   "No Sir, please don't make me do that," I whimpered earnestly.

   "Shut up sissy bitch," he spat at me.  "You've got no say in this, you
know that.  Besides, you're not going to have to do anything anyway.  You
get to just kneel there." I tried to crawl away but the restraints
prevented me from going anywhere quickly.  I whimpered out of sheer terror.

   Mistress Jayne explained that the lube she had used on the dildo was her
own special concoction.  In it she had mixed some pheromones, which would
send Tyson wild.  I looked back and saw a beast of a Rottweiler.  He was
literally straining at the collar to get at me, slobbering over sharp
teeth. "Go on, baby," Mistress cooed to the dog, reaching to unsnap his
leash, "go and breed the bitch."

   "No!!!!"

   My scream was lost as Tyson unleashed himself on me with a growl.  I
felt his front paws scratching over my back as he tried to position
himself. His hot, hard, pink cock desperately aimed for my asshole, which
still leaked cum from my dildo rape.  He missed on several painful
occasions and then he found his way in.

   I screamed, wordless, as his cock jutted into me, screwing me hard with
short sharp little jabs.  Tears flowed down my face.  This was too
degrading for words.  "Smile for the camera, whore." I looked up and Master
was shooting a close-up of my shocked face.

   Behind me, Tyson suddenly stopped and I felt his doggy dick swelling up
impossibly inside me.  "Argh!" I screamed in pain as I realized that it
wasn't stopping, but just getting bigger and bigger instead.

   "Tyson is now knotting with you," Mistress explained from behind. 
"You're very privileged.  He likes you enough to try and give you his
puppies, but I don't think you'll get pregnant."

   I had read about this in perverted, twisted stories on the Internet but
I had never imagined for a moment that I would be in this position.  "What
are you?" Master asked and indicated that I should look straight into the
camera.

   I faced upwards, tears streaming down my face.  "I'm a bitch slave," I
said miserably.

   "That's right, cunt.  You're a little bitch being bred by our dog." I
hung my head in shame.

   The swelling had stopped.  I was truly thankful, as I was feeling faint.
If Tyson had grown any bigger then I'm sure that I'd have passed out.  As
it was I could do nothing but catch my breath, awkwardly on all fours with
a dog dick stuck inside my behind.

   "Oooh, he's coming," I shrieked.  And sure enough, he was.  I couldn't
believe how much he was unloading into me.  It felt like gallons and
gallons of cum.  I howled.  This made the deposit that Master had left
inside me the previous night seem like a puddle by comparison.  Stream
after stream of canine jism flooded into my bowels.

   My little clit of a cock jutted out beneath me.

   Tyson had shot his load and lost interest in me, his bitch.  I was
relieved too.  Finally I would have a chance to relax.  Alas, that's when I
learnt about the technicalities of dog sex.  In order to have an optimum
chance of impregnating a bitch, the knot in the male dogs cock stays for
quite a long time, effectively tying him to his mate.  Tyson would be stuck
with me on the end of his knob for some time.

   The pain from my ass was unbelievable, but at the same time it felt
stretched to heaven.  He took his claws of my back and tried to dismount.
Growing bored he tried to walk away.  The pain was immense and he was
incredibly strong; more than a match for me.

   I was forced to teeter backwards on all fours, back to back with the dog
as he tried to walk away.  Master snorted with laughter at my predicament
and at one point I thought that Mistress Jayne was going to fall over with
mirth.  I sobbed big wet tears of humiliation as Tyson dragged me around
the barn by his cock.

   It took twenty minutes for the swelling to come down.  For twenty
minutes I was his helpless bitch.  When his penis finally did pop out of me
it felt like rivers of dog seed flowing down my thighs.  How low could I
go? I found myself craving for more.

   But Master hadn't finished yet.  He was a king of humiliation.  "Did you
enjoy that, bitch?" he asked as he started to undo the straps that bound
me.

   "Yes Sir," I replied, sighing, "but it really hurt."

   "Good, it pleases me when you feel pain." He undid the last of my
wrists. "Now, slut, I want you to squat and squeeze that mutt's cum out of
that cunthole of yours."

   I blushed at the order.  Wasn't being fucked by a dog enough to bear? 
He pulled me upwards by yanking on the leash attached to my next and I
obediently squatted on my haunches, a little unsteady.  Dog spunk dribbled
out of me, sticky and warm and mixed with my insides.  It dried against my
thighs and dripped to floor forming a puddle.  I squeezed more out.  The
puddle below wasn't as big as I had expected - it had felt like gallons of
cum when the dog was spurting inside me - but it was still considerable.

   Mistress Jayne arrived back, smiling that nasty grin since presumably
she knew what was coming up next.  Master made me get down on all fours
again and lick the cum up.  He videotaped it as cum got stuck on my lips
and I sucked up goo from the floor: his bitch.