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Subject: {ASSM} Dare Chapter 4 (Dog+/F, Consensual, BDSM elements, Piercing) by Rachael Ross
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Story Codes: Dog+/F, Consensual, BDSM elements

Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
This story begins slowly, as I prefer these days, but picks up speed
quickly enough to suit most readers.

Dare
by Rachael

Chapter 4

I woke up slowly, my mind refusing to give up whatever dreams I'd
been having, and my body resisting the desire to move. I was laying on
the mattress and blankets, between two of the dogs. I was hugging Bush
while Bandy was against my back and Barley between my legs. It was warm
and soft and I kept my eyes closed, just listening to my mates sleep,
smelling them so close to me. It was nice, really nice.

I'd taken all three of them the night before. It had taken some 15
minutes or so before Bandy's knot had shrunk enough so that he could
pull out, and that had been nice too, the waiting. My vagina had
clasped the knot eagerly and I'd lain there, regaining my senses
slowly while our Master had watched. As soon as Bandy pulled out with a
heavy wash of sperm and fuck juice, which was a new and completely
different sort of aching pleasure, Bush had mounted me, finding my
stretched and well lubricated cunt easily. And after he'd added his
copious load of dog semen to Bandy's, it was another relaxing wait
before Barley finally took his long awaited turn.

"Un-fucking-believable..." The man had said while he watched the
dogs taking me. He actually said that quite a lot, like he really
couldn't believe what he was seeing and it did sort of embarrass me a
little, but mostly I was sorta busy.

"Where's all that cock going, bitch?" he'd asked me at one
point, after Bush had locked up with me and I was just coming down from
what seemed like my hundredth orgasm of the night.

"I don't know..." I sighed and then giggled a little. "I guess
I stretch."

He laughed at that, rubbing his penis slowly. "I guess you do
stretch, like you was made for big ol' dog cock. Damn! Never saw
nothing like it!"

Only after the dogs had finished and Barley had pulled free of me did
the Master kneel behind me and push his cock inside my sore and tender
hole, but truthfully, I barely felt him at all. He was of average size,
I supposed, for a human, perhaps even a little bigger than average, but
the dogs had been huge, especially once I'd taken their swollen
knots. He fucked me rapidly for a minute, maybe two before he came
inside me.

One of the dogs, Bush I think, licked our Master's penis clean and
then went to work on me, lapping at my sex and digging his gentle
tongue into my hole as the juices leaked out of me. It was rather like
a sexy massage of some strange sort, soothing and bringing me small
orgasms that rocked my exhausted body until I was finally able to crawl
to our bed and fall asleep. It had been intense and weird, like the one
time I'd tried ecstasy at a club in Olympia, and found myself
floating from guy to guy on the dance floor. Except I hadn't been
thoroughly fucked that night, just fondled and kissed and brought to
orgasm repeatedly without understanding how or why.

So I was waking slowly, clutching my mates and smiling, despite my
soreness. I felt as if I'd been kicked between my legs, sort of, but
there was something else there too, a fiery pleasantness that I
couldn't deny. The cramp-like ache was annoying, but proof that I'd
lost my virginity finally, which was a strange way of thinking about
it, but that was how it seemed. Until I'd taken Bandy, I thought,
I'd been a virgin. No man had ever taken me so deep or hard, and I
doubted any man could. When our Master had fucked me, I hadn't even
noticed really. I'd been so loose and wet with dog sperm and the
spend of my orgasms it was more like he was fingering me than fucking
me.

And Master...That was new term and I wasn't sure why I was thinking
of him that way, except that it seemed most correct somehow. Had he
suggested it? I tried to remember if he'd spoken to me while we'd
coupled, or afterwards perhaps, and I couldn't. I'd been so tired,
so dazed by my overwhelmed senses. He might have spoken with me for an
hour, for all I knew, but I doubted it. All I could remember was that
little bit about taking big dog cock, and that seemed like a dream. And
besides, what would a man have to say to a bitch? Probably nothing
except 'Good doggy' I thought with a smile as I lay there.

Part of me wanted to get up, the part of me that was still a girl,
which was probably most of me. It had been a life changing experience,
but not completely, and I felt the usual desire to pee, wash my face
and brush my teeth, and have a cup of coffee, in that order. I was used
to that and old habits are hard to break. I was sure our Master, the
man, I corrected myself, not really wanting to continue with that
mindset; I was sure he'd had his fun and this morning he'd be
letting me go, or at least welcoming me into his home as a girl.

But time passed and I finally had to get up. I'd been waiting for the
door to open and the man to arrive, but he hadn't. I'd heard no
sound but the breathing of the dogs and some birds outside, whistling
happily in the bright spring morning. There was none of the usual
traffic, or television from the apartment next door, or heavy footsteps
of people on their way to work that I was used to. I was a hundred
miles from all of that and I sort of missed it, but I kind of didn't
too. I wondered what my ex-boyfriend was doing and whether he was
waking up alone or if he'd replaced me already. I stroked the dogs,
smiling as I realized I missed my ex much less than I missed his
kitchen radio.

I used the bath area to urinate and then washed myself quickly, since
the water was rather cold. I washed my body, rubbing myself vigorously
and making loud complaining noises that woke the dogs. They lifted
their heads and looked at me lazily. I used a bar of soap I found, a
half-cake of Ivory, I thought from the smell of it. I was glad for that
since I wasn't sure I wanted to use the dog soap, only because I
wasn't sure how strong it might be and I'd learned to avoid strong
soaps in the past. Ivory was mild however and I washed myself quickly,
all but my vagina, which I had to take my time with, exploring my sex
carefully.

It was pink and tender, and my labia were still swollen and somewhat
distended, pulled out a little so they looked strange. Inside too I was
red and a little swollen maybe, although it was hard to tell. But as I
pushed two fingers inside me I didn't feel anything really bad, just
that I was a bit more sensitive. I was also still wet with juices,
sticky and squishy. I pushed the end of the hose inside me, just a
little and let the cold water flood my sex like some sort of
super-sized douche, shivering as I sat on the tiles, but wanting to be
as clean as possible too.

I was almost finished when the door opened and the man entered. He was
carrying a towel, I was glad to see, and I wondered if I dared speak
with him. He had told me not to speak unless he gave me permission, but
this was a new day, I thought, and he was bringing me a towel. That
meant something, he wouldn't bring a dog a towel would he? But of
course a real bitch wouldn't take a bath on her own either. I decided
I wasn't a dog, not any more, and surely he had to realize that his
strange game couldn't go on.

Just as I was taking the towel gratefully, however, he began speaking
to me, solving my little dilemma. "That was quite a night for you."
He smiled. "How did you like it?"

"I liked it." I said slowly, nodding my head and drying my body
roughly. "I need some things though, I mean if I'm going to stay
here." I was sort of hoping he'd correct me and tell me I wasn't
really staying in that room all the time, but he didn't.

"I suppose you do." He pushed me back down, as I'd risen to my
feet. Not in a mean way, but insistent, like I was forgetting my place,
and I was soon kneeling as he took the towel back.

I gave him a little list of what I wanted, nodding and agreeing to most
of it. "No coffee, I'm afraid, not really good for dogs." He
chuckled. "And hot water, hmmm...I'll see what I can do. The tank
for this faucet is outside, so the sun heats it up during the day.
Might be best if you bathed after supper every night, but I think
you'll get used to cold in the morning. It isn't that bad, is
it?"

"It's pretty cold." I laughed a little, but it wasn't that bad
I guessed. "Um, is there a bathroom I can use, I mean when I have to
go...you know...number two?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed
that I had to bring that up.

"Hmm...number two, eh?" He raised an eyebrow. "There's ten
acres right outside that door, a smart bitch like you oughta be able to
figure it out." He laughed and scratched my head a little. "Just
watch the boys, they'll teach you just fine."

That wasn't exactly the answer I wanted to hear, but it was the only
one I getting apparently. He left me shortly after that and I had
little else to do but climb back into bed and curl up with the dogs. It
was warm and comfortable, but I wasn't going back to sleep, and I
wasn't used to having so much time alone with my thoughts. It was
almost uncomfortable and I sort of wondered at myself, thinking maybe
I'd never really tried to think before. I mean I'd grown up with
television and radio and the internet and a hundred other devices to
occupy my mind so I wouldn't have to...But that seemed too deep for
me and I was afraid to think about it too much.

The man came back a while later, carrying two big bowels with our
breakfast, and a third dish which he filled with water. The dogs were
up immediately and I realized I was hungry as well, so I followed
along, on my hands and knees for our Master's benefit, although it
was rather uncomfortable crawling on the hard wooden floor all the
time.

"Here, you'll need to take these every morning." He was handing
me a few pills, vitamins and dietary supplements. I swallowed them down
after sipping water into my mouth from the bowl. "I'll bring the
other stuff you need later, after I run into town." He glanced at
Barley who was eating by himself while the other two dogs shared their
breakfast. "Better get some before it's all gone." He chuckled
and I nodded, scurrying over to push my face in the dish.

I didn't know what it was, but it was like chunks of moist sausage or
something, mixed with hard crunchy bits that had a strange taste to it.
It wasn't nearly as good as dinner had been, but I ate it anyway,
filling my tummy rather quickly and leaving most of it for Barley. I
drank deep from the bowl and grimaced a little at the aftertaste. I
wondered what the stuff was that I'd eaten and it occurred to me that
it was probably real dog food. Successful lawyer or not it would be
rather expensive feeding 3 huge dogs and me nothing but beef stew all
the time. The idea of eating dog food made me a little queasy though
and so I tried to pretend it was something else, veal maybe, since I
didn't really like veal anyway.

After eating the dogs went outside, but I just relaxed on the bed,
touching my sex and wondering if it would ever go back to normal. It
just felt puffy and strange. I slept for a little bit and woke up when
Bush returned, sitting next to me and sniffing at my pussy, giving me
small licks until I was moving to hug him. I was in that sort of
half-asleep, half-awake place you get with little naps and it felt
good, except Bush kept licking at my skin and it was ticklish.

I moved more, turning and curling my body, and Bush moved with me as
well, although I kept my eyes closed and had no idea how we were facing
really. I was hugging him though, and pressing my face against the warm
softness of his tummy. He was lying down beside me and I'd crooked my
bottom leg, the right one, so his chin rested on my thigh and his nose
was close to my pussy. It was comfortable like that and I didn't mind
the slow lazy licks he was giving my pussy, in fact it was going from
ticklish to nice rather quickly and I lifted my left leg slightly,
ending my knee and resting my foot on the bed.

This was better as Bush had complete access to my sex and he licked my
labia and across my clit as she began to swell. I moaned softly
shifting my hips against the little pangs of pleasure I was feeling and
opened my eyes, surprised to find Bush's furry sheath against my
face. I hadn't even noticed it until I saw it, almost crossing my
eyes as I tried to focus on it. Then I could feel the heaviness inside,
the dog's penis which was always firm, even when he wasn't aroused.
I could smell the animal too, a pungent musky scent that I hadn't
really noticed before.

I was enjoying Bush's attentions and I could feel the fluttering in
my sex and deeper, in the pit of my stomach that told me I was feeling
real good. So it was without any real thought or plan that I took my
first tentative lick along Bush's penis, along the shirt haired
sheath that covered it, I should say. It tasted like nothing really,
much like licking a sweater, I supposed, and he didn't seem to be
shedding or anything, so I licked him some more, wondering if he'd
enjoy it.

I guess he did, or perhaps he was enjoying the fact that I was getting
more than a little excited myself. My pussy was begin to moisten and I
felt that warm glow beginning inside me. I moved my hips slightly,
wanting the dog's long and sensitive tongue inside me, while I
continued to lick and kiss his cock, finally tonguing the small opening
at the tip. I was urging his penis, hidden inside to come out for me
and it soon did, Bush giving me a soft friendly growl from deep in his
chest. An inch of red glistening dog cock emerged and I licked it
carefully, unsure how the animal would react, and quite unsure what it
would taste like, but it wasn't bad at all.

He was leaking precum and that was nearly tasteless really, maybe a
hint of something sour, but not much at all. His cock was odd shaped
and I enjoyed the way it felt under my tongue, tapered at an angle with
a sharp, and well defined ridge around the end of it. I could see
veins, very thin and close to surface, marbling his reddish flesh in
blue and purple. It looked very pretty, I thought, and when I took the
dog's cock fully in my mouth, wrapping my lips around the exposed
shaft, it was pleasant for both of us.

I washed Bush's cock with my tongue, even as I slid my lips back and
forth along his ever growing length. The dog was getting harder and
more aroused with every beating of his heart, and so was I. Bush never
paused in his efforts to please me, digging his tongue finally between
my swollen labes and into my hole. He found my juices running and that
seemed to make him even happier, his cock swelling so quickly it filled
my mouth completely before I even realized what was going on. It was
like some sort of magic trick and I had to back off him quickly as the
tip of Bush's penis tickled the back of my mouth, making me gag in
reflex.

It was a lot different than giving head to my boyfriend that was for
sure. Well, maybe not that much different, I mean the principle was the
same, but Bush's cock tasted and felt and looked so much different.
Plus he was bigger, at least 9 inches long and so thick in the middle
that my mouth was stretched wide to accommodate him. And half of the
dog's cock was all I could take, and even then I had to fight to
resist the urge to cough and gag. I used my hand to stroke that part of
his cock I couldn't take in my mouth, feeling him hot and heavy and
wet as precum was running from the tip like a leaky faucet. I
couldn't swallow it all; although I tried my best, and finally gave
up, not really minding the way it ran out of my mouth and down my neck
and cheek anyway.

I was feeling good too. My body moving as Bush tongue fucked my hot
sex, curling the tip of his tongue inside me so that every now and then
it would find my g-spot, that secret little bundle of nerves that sent
me like a rocket straight up to heaven. And when his tongue would
complete its long deliberate circuit, he invariable finished across my
clit, which was throbbing and fiery and growing almost too sensitive
for the rough texture of the dog's tongue. It was intense, like
nothing else in the world, and I was going to cum any second, in a
delicious 69 with that huge dog beside me.

I could barely concentrate on what I was doing and when Bush finally
did push me over the edge of reason, all I could do was suckle his long
fat prick like a baby, moaning and writhing and hugging the animal so
tightly I think it made him nervous, but perhaps they were used to
their strange new bitch already, because he didn't complain or try to
move. He just kept tonguing me, which was maybe a thousand times better
and worse too, because I just wasn't coming down. I was cumming over
and over until I finally had to push him away and roll over, hugging my
knees to my chest as I quivered uncontrollably. My whole body seemed
entirely too sensitive and the slightest touch of Bush's tongue made
me yelp and tense up.

But there was no stopping the animal either. Bush was excited now and
as I lay curled up on my left side he found my exposed ass, his tongue
suddenly digging into my tight virgin anus and as my body seemed to
contract and expand with every orgasmic spasm, Bush's tongue slipped
into my rectum. It was another new and wildly exciting sensation, the
dog's tongue wriggling perhaps half an inch deep in my ass. It was
good, bringing me another round of orgasms to steal my senses and leave
me panting for more. I was torn between almost painful over-stimulation
and the overpowering desire to continue that glorious experience. I
felt like I was dying, and yet so alive that it seemed like I'd just
been reborn.

I finally rolled onto my stomach, offering Bush what he needed and
wanted. I was laughing, I think, crazily, and slapping my butt, urging
the dog to mount me as I lifted my ass for him. Bush took little
convincing after our long foreplay and I soon felt his paws around my
waist, pulling at my hips as his cock thrust and then fond my hungry
sex. He pushed inside me all at once, making me gasp and arch my back
as I came immediately, despite the pain of my bruised cunt being
stretched once more.

The others must have heard us, or smelled us maybe, because a moment
later Bandy and then Barley were pushing through the swinging door,
barking excitedly as Bush growled and told them to wait for their
turns. He was fucking the bitch now and not even big bandy could make
him stop. I just lay there, my knees bent and tucked under my tummy so
my ass was elevated while Bush pumped me fast and furious. He'd been
excited for awhile now, even before entering my cunt, and it wasn't
long before the swell of his knot was pounding against my sex,
demanding entry so as to trap the dog's sperm in my womb long enough
to give me a litter of pups.

It was deja vu all over again as my pussy walls were stretched beyond
reason to take the softball sized muscle which would expand even more
once it was in me. But that was becoming my favorite part, being locked
tight with my mate while he short stroked my pussy, stabbing at the
super-sensitive pillow of my cervix and bringing me the most intense
orgasms of them all. There was no other thought in my head, none
possible, except that I needed to be filled with hot thick dog cum. I
wanted it desperately, to soak my womb in the stuff, to bathe in it as
Bush ejaculated with a throaty growl of pleasure. I could feel his body
on top of mine, hot and heaving and soft with fur. His breath was warm
across my shoulders and neck, and his paws held me tight, the claws
scratching me with pain I'd never feel. I was a bitch, totally and
completely, a dog by any other name, and mated happily with the canine
prick inside me.

end Ch.4

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