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Subject: {ASSM} Dare Chapter 6 (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 6

July was a good month for me, the best yet by far. It was hot outside
and I turned dark all over, coffee colored, with just a bit of cream
and a lot of sugar. My hair was longer than it had been since I was
little and it was a thick black mass falling over my shoulders. I had
muscles under my skin, hard and lean that worked effortlessly as I ran
with my mates. I had small scratches, the occasional scrape and bruise,
but largely I was as uncomfortable naked and outdoors as I'd ever
been in my old apartment. I spent most of my time outside and careless
of everything but the fun I could have with my mates and our Master on
those occasions when he would walk the fields with us.

Usually though it was just us dogs, running loose and chasing rabbits,
or wrestling around in the warm sunshine. I was completely comfortable
naked by then, as I said, and I hadn't even thought about myself in
such terms for a month or more. I never spoke except as a dog and I'd
grown accustomed to it, not feeling the loneliness that I'd suffered
during the first few weeks. It had been hard at first, the lack of
communication with another person, much harder than you might
appreciate. It made for a strange sense of isolation, although I was
never truly alone. My three companions were with me always, but I
hadn't learned their tongue yet, so it was hard. But by the time July
began to heat up I had long since forgotten any suffering I'd had.

"Heeeey...nice doggy...Here boy..."

"Careful dude, that's a big dog man!"

"He's cool...Come on boy, come here..."

I could hear voices, two boys it sounded like, which was strangely out
of place. I was lying in the tall grass with Barley and Bandy, all
three of us relaxing and I guessed that whoever those guys were
they'd spotted Bush, who always enjoyed flushing the bushes. We were
on the edge of the Master's property, and it was fenced, but only
with a single strand of wire. He kept only a few animals, a horse that
he rode occasionally, and some chickens, so there was no real need of
fences.

Bush was barking then, loud and not so much angry as annoyed. He knew
that no one should be out there and it confused him a little, I think.
Bandy and Barley were already up, having lifted their heads as soon as
we'd heard the voices and I was getting up too, because Bandy
especially could be a little too aggressive.

"Whoa, oh shit man...There's three of 'em!"

"I told you dude, this guys got some mean dogs!"

"Let's get out of here!"

They were nervous now and a little frightened, confronted with three
huge dogs. Bush, the smallest, was nearly a hundred and fifty pounds of
muscle, and as I found out from Master shortly after arriving, they
were all bred from a Mastiff father and a mother who was half St
Bernard and half something else, Great Dane maybe, which gave them
their size and handsome features. They had great personality too,
gentle and caring, but of course they didn't show that to anyone but
our Master, and to me.

"Don't..." I said, and my voice cracked a little since I hadn't
tried to speak, let alone yell in some time. "Don't run."

I was walking quickly and growling at Bandy and Barley to stay close,
but I doubted they'd listen to me. Bandy was the leader and I knew
he'd do whatever he wanted to and if the boys tried to run that would
only excite him more. But he cocked his head to look at me when he'd
heard me speaking human, which I suppose reminded him that I was
something more than just his bitch. Dogs tend to think a little
different than people do and sometimes that's good, other times
confusing, even to me. Whatever Bandy was thinking he at least decided
to stay close to me, and so Barley did the same. Bush was still a ways
off, barking loudly and his ears were flat, head down and teeth bared.

The two boys, who were Indian and maybe 15 or 16 years old, had stopped
running and now they stood there nervously, watching me and the other
two dogs as we waded through the high grass. I guess it must have been
something strange for them, seeing a girl like me naked walking around
like a petite Mother Nature or something, maybe one of those nymphs
that used to live in Greece and turn people into trees.

That thought made me smile and that was just luck, but it helped the
boys relax a little maybe. They had long black hair and handsome
features, dressed in jeans and t-shirts. They still glanced nervously
at Bush, but mostly followed me with their eyes wide open.

"Who are you?" One of them asked when I was maybe a dozen feet
away. He tried to look at my face, but mostly he was looking at my
breasts and lower, down at my clean shaven sex which was swollen and
dripping dog sperm since I'd mated with Barley not half an hour
before.

"Dare." I said slowly and my tongue felt thick in my mouth.
"I'm Dare, you uh...you should leave."

"Yeah. Come on dude!" The other one liked looking at my pussy too,
but he was watching Bush closely. "Let's get out of here."

His friend was ignoring him though. "Dare? What kind of name is
that?" The boy asked, smiling just a little and Bush took a step
closer so that he stopped smiling. "You live around here?"

"Over there." I didn't point or anything. "You better go, okay?
We don't like you. You're not supposed to be here."

I hadn't really meant to say we didn't like them, but we didn't
really. They were strangers and they smelled funny. I could sense them
on the wind now that I was closer. I'd found that my hearing and
sense of smell were improving, or maybe not really getting better, just
less cluttered maybe so they were working as good as a girl's could.
I didn't like the smell of those two boys, not because it was a bad
smell, it wasn't, but it was a different smell. One that didn't
belong.

"Yeah, we know." The other guy was saying, tugging his friend's
sleeve until they were both leaving finally with long backward looks
over their shoulder at us.

I walked over to Bush, who was satisfied and happy with himself for
running the trespassers off. I sat down next to him, wrapping my arms
around him and pulling him down with a laugh. He was so big he could
have refused me, but they rarely did. I was pretty strong anyway
though, so it would have been a good wrestle.

The other two dogs sat down and watched as I urged Bush to mount me.
I'd become so horny suddenly, it was strange. Being seen by those two
boys, speaking with them, even to tell them to leave, had been
exciting. My heart had been pumping hard and I'd gotten a good shot
of adrenaline confronting strangers and wondering if there might be a
fight, but reasonably certain there wouldn't be. It was more an
instinctive thing, I think, the way confrontation excites any good dog.
And it made me horny as hell too.

"Uhhh...Mmmm..." I moaned, wiggling my ass and pushing back as Bush
pushed his extended cock into my sex easily. He went all the way in,
although his penis was still growing so that with each thrust he
reached deeper and deeper until he was nudging my cervix with the hard
pointed tip. That was always good, but a little uncomfortable too, like
a mixed blessing of pleasure and pain. It was unavoidable though,
because I was so small compared to the others, and I'd long since
learned that the discomfort was okay because it was going to be washed
away in a moment or two.

I came a lot when we mated, especially outside where I could dig my
fingers into the rich brown earth and rest my head on cool soft grass.
I could smell the dogs, especially Bush who was holding me tight, his
rough paws along my waist and hips as he hunched over me. He liked to
fuck me for a few minutes and then slip off, leaving me with a teasing
empty feeling while he sniffed and took a lick of my quivering cunt,
pulled loose and dripping. Then he'd mount me again, fucking me hard
until he pulled out again. It could be agonizingly good like that, but
frustrating too, and especially if I was in the middle of an orgasm. He
could make me cry sometimes when he suddenly stopped fucking me.

"Ah! Ahhmmmmm..." And then I'd gasp and sigh and lose myself in
his thick hard cock when he mounted me again. Only when I felt the knot
banging against my sex, or sometimes slipping inside me before it had
swollen too much so that it just seemed to inflate inside my vagina,
only then did I know Bush was going all the way. Once we were locked
he'd fuck me hard and fast, with rapid short stroke that always left
me breathless and shaking beneath him.

When he came I always came too, it was inevitable. My womb flooded with
hot dog sperm would quiver and the spasms would start, like little
earthquakes inside me, radiating out until my whole body was on fire. I
had the best cums when that happened. Like all the other ones were just
practice and when we were cumming together, that was the real deal.

We stayed out until after sunset, sleeping mostly, me curled up with
Barley who had been nice enough to give me a thorough cleaning after
Bush had finished with me. It was easy enough going back home, even in
the darkness barely tempered with a crescent moon and a billion stars.
My feet knew the way and so did my mates and we ran home as we'd
awoken rather hungry.

In our room we found food waiting for us and it was good, still warm
and rich and meaty. Breakfast was always rather bland, just dog food
from the bag and some of that other kind, like raw hamburger. It
wasn't bad, but never as good as dinner which was usually cooked
beef, or sometimes chicken or pork, always cooked and I don't think
that was especially for my benefit. I think Master liked cooking a real
meal for us and had been doing it since long before I'd arrived. He
watched us eat sometimes, sitting in his chair and nodding, enjoying
his kids as he called us on occasion.

"Dare, come here girl."

I was licking the bowl clean, competing with Barley's much bigger and
quicker tongue, both of us growling playfully when I heard my
Master's voice. I turned to look at him, kneeling with my face wet
and covered with gravy, and I was surprised to see someone else coming
in behind him. Bandy and the others were surprised to and it took a
minute before they'd listen to our Master. They sat down, rather
unhappily at the intrusion, and I felt a little strange myself.

I suppose it was embarrassment, since I was kneeling there naked except
for my collar with the remains of my dinner all over my cheeks and chin
and even the tip of my nose. Master seeing me like that would bother me
not at all, since I was his dog anyway, but someone else...It brought
some confusion to me, forgotten and unwelcome feelings that made me
frown.

"Come here..." Master walked over, grabbing me by the collar and
dragging me gently, but insistently to the hose so he could wash my
face for me. That was vaguely humiliating too, but only because it felt
like a punishment almost, as though I'd done something wrong and I
didn't understand what it was. He washed  my face quickly while the
other man watched and I flushed slightly, keeping my eyes closed for
the most part until Master dried my face with a towel.

"There, that's better." He let go of my collar and walked back
towards the man, patting his thigh so I would follow. "She just had
dinner..." Master was explaining to the man, who just laughed a
little.

"Well, they scared the hell out of my boys this afternoon, couldn't
figure out what they were talking about. Naked girls and big dogs.
Shit, ain't this something then." The man was smiling, big too, a
large Indian man with long black hair dressed in jeans and a flannel
shirt. He had a big stomach and a friendly round face and I approached
him, smelling him and the places he'd come from recently.

"Show her your hand." My Master suggested and the man was grinning
as he looked from me to him and back, finally holding out his hand so I
could sniff and then lick it.

"She's a dog!" He laughed and stroked my head. "Prettiest damn
dog I ever saw, but damn! How the hell..." The man was clearly amused
and confused by what he was seeing, but he was accepting it too.
"Redwing know about this?"

"He knows." My Master nodded. "Took some doing, but
everything's legal. She's a bitch now, took to it like a fish to
water too. Damndest thing I ever saw." There was a sense of pride in
my Master's voice and I looked at him, smiling a little without
really understanding any of it.

"Well, I guess this is something." The man was saying. "You
should get Whitey out here to look at her. He knows about...strange
things." The man shrugged a little.

"Whitecloud? The medicine man?" My Master seemed to think that
over.

"Yeah, some call him a medicine man. I'm Baptist myself." The
Indian ran his hand along my back slowly. "Jesus, she's nice."

"Yeah, maybe I'll look him up. I wanted to get some piercing too, I
heard your tribe..." Master was watching, not saying anything to stop
the man as he ran his big calloused hand over my butt and down so that
his fingers were parting my labia.

"Oh yeah, Whitecloud's definitely the one to talk to about that.
Our tribe used to do a lot of bone piercing, mostly for some of the old
ceremonies, some rituals. Not so much anymore though. Kind of a lost
art..." I licked my lips and rocked my hips slightly as one of the
man's thick fingers slipped inside me easily. "...She uh, don't
mind if I, uh..."

I wondered what was going on since it didn't really bother me to have
this stranger touching me, but at the same time I didn't think he'd
have touched a real bitch the same way either. I had no idea what my
Master had told him before bringing him into my room, or how far he was
willing to let the man go with his gentle explorations.

"She's just a dog." Master shrugged. "I've tried her a few
times, but since the boys have had her I doubt she even notices me."
My Master was chuckling. "Got a hell of a tongue on her though,
I'll tell you that much."

"Damn." The Indian pulled his hand away finally and brought his
fingers to my face so I could lick them. "I thought I'd seen
everything."

A few minutes later they left, closing the door behind them and I
crawled onto the bed where Bandy and Bush joined me, pressing their
soft warm bodies against mine. Barley slipped outside, feeling restless
I supposed and I didn't worry about it as I lay there, trying to
remember all the things I'd heard and trying to understand what they
meant.

end Ch.6

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