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Subject: {ASSM} Dare Chapter 9 (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 9

I awoke in my room, on my bed with my mates. My head felt numb and my
body ached and I was afraid to open my eyes, although I couldn't say
why. I just felt safer in the dark. I hugged one of the dogs to my
body, burying my face in his fur.

I remembered some things from the night before, or I supposed it could
have been the week before, since I felt like I'd been sleeping
forever and my memories seemed distant and remote. They were surreal
and disjointed, and I lay there trying to put them in some order, but
that was pointless. It just made the numbness turn into a little
throbbing ache and I tried to shut it all out of me.

Eventually though I did have to move, mostly because I really needed to
pee. That was when I got a real surprise. The dreams and memories and
confusion were foggy at best, but seeing my breasts, my nipples swollen
and dark and pierced with gleaming white bone rings brought some of it
back. The hut, or wigwam, or whatever it had been, and the old medicine
man piercing me. They were smaller than I remembered, more delicate
seeming and it was hard to believe they were formed of bone and not
something like white gold, made dull with passing years.

And below them was another piercing, one that took me completely by
surprise because I truly had no memory of it at all. A much larger,
more sturdy ring of bone was sticking through the swell of my sex, the
fatty mound of tissue just a few inches above the cleft of my vagina. I
stared at it, swallowing hard because as soon as I'd seen it I could
feel the pain, like it had been there all along unnoticed, just waiting
for me to see it. There were bruises, dull yellowish and blue and the
holes in my flesh, one perhaps an inch above the other where the ring
penetrated and exited, were red and sore.

It was in me deep, I realized, this thick circle of bone, and it was
frightening. It was a couple inches in diameter and so neatly crafted
that I couldn't see the joint where it must have been separated, but
that part of it could have been inside me too, for all I knew. I
wasn't going to try and rotate the thing and find out, that was for
sure! It was all I could do to give the ring a small tug, just a tiny
one as if to assure myself that it was real and in me. The pain, which
had been a dull ache, became something sharp as I pulled on the ring
gently, making me gasp and I let go, promising myself that I'd never
do that again!

The lines and decorations and symbols drawn in blood were still on my
body as well and after I peed in the drain I washed myself slowly,
being extra careful around my three rings. Most of the blood and the
ashes and paint on my face washed away, but not all. My tummy still had
a large round shaped symbol of some sort, resembling a yin-yang thing,
but not quite, with odd shaped lines radiating around it. It wasn't
large, and centered on my belly button the way it was, I suppose it
looked rather interesting. A real tribal tattoo that wouldn't go away
no matter how much soap I used and I'd known a girl with a similar
one, a dancer whose name I've forgotten. She'd had a sun around her
belly button, but I sensed that mine meant something more than hers. I
just didn't know what it was.

There were claw marks around my ribs and waist, and tooth marks on my
shoulders and the back of my neck, bringing back memories of the wolf.
I'd been sure that had been a dream. Mating with a wolf? In front of
all those people, women and children? It seemed impossible and I
actually blushed a little, all by myself there at my bath, just
realizing it might not have been so impossible after all, but that did
little in the way of explaining anything. I felt more confused than
I'd ever been in my life about anything and for just a moment I think
my humanity returned, full force, and I rose to my feet, taking 2 steps
towards the door and determined to bang my fist against it, to demand
explanations and answers...

But that was fleeting and I dropped to my hands and knees, my toilet
done, and crawled back to the bedding submissively, yielding to
something unseen and unknown within me. I crawled back into my place,
between Bandy and Bush, moving slowly and careful of the deep rooted
pain in my lower belly. The ring, that one thing was the most
difficult, the most frightening. My nipples I could understand, the
tattoo I could appreciate and find something familiar to grasp, but my
pubis pierced so completely. It made me wonder of what possible use
such a thing could be.

I received no answers, nor did I ask and over time my body healed
itself. I forgot most of my dreams, but not completely as they
revisited me once in awhile in my sleep. But they weren't nightmares
or anything, mostly more like sexual dreams everyone has once in
awhile. Sometimes I'd dream of Whitecloud touching me, making his art
on my body, piercing my flesh without pain, but rather pleasure. Other
times it was the wolf, my shadowy lover who would creep into my bed and
take me, growling and thrusting with his jaws tight around my neck. But
mostly I would dream of the Indian called Red Crow, who would give me
something to drink and whisper secrets in my ear. But I could never
remember what he was telling me when I woke up, and that was mildly
frustrating.

My Master took to leashing me, which was interesting because he'd
never leashed any of us before and I hadn't even considered that he
might own a leash, let alone use one. But he did and the reason for my
nipple piercings became clear the first time he attached the leash to
them. It was a long leather leash, like anyone might buy at a pet
store, except that the end of it ended with two lengths of metal chain
and clips; one for each of my breasts.

He didn't need to leash me, of course, but it was clear that he found
some pleasure in it and so then did I. He would take me for walks,
tugging the leash and pulling my nipples taut. They were always hard
and swollen it seemed, one of the pleasant side effects of being
pierced I guess. They felt more sensitive than they had before and
sometimes I would lag and caper so that Master would have good reason
to pull my leash hard, stretching my nipples and the firm swell of my
breasts. It was almost painful at times, but always pleasurable and I
could cum sometimes just from that, walking behind my Master, or
crawling in the deep soft grass and earth of the fields.

I found also about the ring in my pubis, which had taken many months to
heal fully. It was nearly winter in fact, late autumn and each day
shrouded with grey clouds and cold rain, that my Master fastened a
large eye-bolt into the floor of our room. We watched curiously, my
three mates and I, as Master drilled a deep hole as big around as my
index finger and then inserted the bolt deeply into the floor and
through one of the heavy oak beams that supported it. It was anchored
firmly, that was for sure, as our Master told us later, he'd gone
completely through the wood and fixed it tightly with a nut. That
eye-bolt, perhaps two inches across wasn't ever going to come loose.

An hour later I was attached to it, on my hands and knees with just
enough chain between the bolt and the piercing in my mound so that I
was comfortable with my arms and thighs straight. But I couldn't
move, I couldn't stand up at all. The best I could do was to kneel,
or lay down on my side a few feet away from it. I was in a cage it
seemed, with no walls or bars, just a few dozen links of steel and a
couple padlocks to secure me completely. I resented it at first, as any
pet might, especially once Master had satisfied himself that I
couldn't get loose of it somehow and left me there. That seemed
unfair since I was sure he'd done it for his pleasure, so why would
he leave? It didn't make sense to me and I barked and whined and
pulled at the chain until I felt the pain growing too much. My piercing
would rip out of my flesh before the bolt or chain would break.

My mates took me, of course, since I was in the perfect position for
them and I found it exciting somehow that I was helpless like that. I
wouldn't have resisted them anyway, I mated very nearly every day
with at least one of them, but it was just the idea that now I had
little choice in the matter. I could have lain down, tried to curl up I
suppose, but you'd be surprised how little freedom you really have
with a short heavy chain attached to your sex. So while I wasn't
completely taken against my will, there was that bit of sensation and
on the whole it made the sex even better for me. New and exciting and
halfway through, with Bush pumping my stretched pussy eagerly, our
Master joined us, smiling and rocking in his chair. This was what
he'd been waiting for, I thought, and that made it really good.

Once all three dogs had had me, Master took his place behind me,
shoving his penis into my stretched and sperm filled hole without a
word. He fucked me hard and it was good, the way he pushed and pulled
at my body so that my piercing was tight inside my flesh. He pulled at
my nipples as well, twisting the rings and giving them little tugs that
sent shivers of pleasure spiked with pain through my feverish body. I
came hard and often, panting and gazing over my shoulder at my
Master's face, the satisfaction in his eyes making me proud and happy
that I could serve him this way.

It was a new experience and one that we delighted in often. Master
rarely kept me chained for more than a few hours, just long enough so
that the dogs could have me and then, occasionally, himself. For their
part my three mates thought it was a wonderful game and they always got
excited when they saw our Master locking me into position over the
bolt. It meant they could do whatever they wanted since there were
times when I did refuse them, just as there were times when I
couldn't arouse them. Once on the chain though, I could refuse them
nothing, nor could I refuse anyone else as became apparent when Master
locked me to the bolt for his friend, the round faced Indian who'd
spoken to Master previously that summer about Whitecloud.

He'd come around many times over the months, especially after my
ceremony with the tribe. Often enough that my three mates had become
used to him, just as I had. He and my Master had become friends, I
thought, which was good because Master seldom spent time with anyone
that I could tell and I worried over that a little. It seemed as if he
should have a wife and sometimes I would daydream a little, wondering
what it would be like to be a woman again and have a man for a partner,
instead of a Master. But I always found myself smiling at the thought
and even blushing a little because it seemed so foolish when he
whistled for me, or stroked my head after a meal, or a long tiring
session with one of the other dogs. I was exactly what I was meant to
be, I was sure, and anything else would have left me empty somehow, the
way I'd been before.

The Indian man was large and round with a belly that hung over his belt
and he had one of those pleasant round faces that seemed made for
smiling. I felt comfortable around him, which means I wasn't afraid
or intimidated. I'd felt only slight pangs of nervousness the first
few times he'd watched me with my mates, a little flush of
embarrassment, but probably more for him than myself. That passed
quickly though as it became obvious that he enjoyed watching me a great
deal and my Master didn't seem to mind. They would sit and drink beer
and talk about the weather, or sports, or business, anything except me,
which seemed strange because I was only a few feet away being fucked by
one of the dogs. Or sucking one of them, or sometimes both at once. I
assumed it was a man thing, to watch something exciting and pretend
like it was nothing at all.

But I could see them shifting in their chairs. I heard the odd grunt or
sigh and sensed the hardening of their cock's hidden safely away. I
could even smell them, sometimes, the scent of their arousal spilling
from their pores and carried on the damp autumn air. It made me happy,
excited even, and often filled me with even greater desire to please
the two men.

But my Master never took me when his friend was there and when Master
offered me to his Indian guest one night, the other man declined and I
was able to hide my disappointment only because I had Barley's thick
cock halfway down my throat at the time. I wondered if he was shy for
some reason, or perhaps he found the idea of having sex with a dog
repulsive, even a girl who looked like a girl the way I did. Maybe he
just wasn't in the mood, although from the way his eyes stayed on me
all night I knew he wanted me almost desperately.

It was only late in the year, after the first few snows had come and
then melted and come again did the Indian finally listen to his
desires. I was locked to the bolt in the middle of the room, mating
happily with Barley and just getting ready for the explosion of
pleasure his knot was going to give me, when I heard my Master urging
his friend to use me.

"Go ahead, looks like Barley's gonna lock her up in a second. She
won't mind." My Master said with a chuckle and a swallow of his
beer.

"Well, uh..." I watched the Indian through hooded eyes, my face a
mask of joy as Barley thrust into me hard and fast, whining the way he
does when he's trying to get his knot inside my pussy.

"Shit, you know you want her, Joe."

"But she's your..."

"She's just my dog, man." My Master cut the Indian off.
"Anyway, it's up to you." He was trying to sound indifferent but
I could sense Master's excitement and it was the equal of anyone's.

The Indian wanted me and my Master wanted to see him take me. I wanted
to take him as well, mostly because it would make my Master happy, but
also because I was a little curious. So I did everything I could to
coax the man into deciding. I fucked myself back onto Bandy's cock
hard, surprising the dog a little I think and he growled at me softly.
I was having little orgasms, over and over, but nothing earth
shattering. It just felt really, really nice. I was full of cock and I
rolled my hips, whining like a bitch in rapturous heat, dropping my
head at times, and then lifting my eyes, licking my lips and staring at
the Indian as if daring him to take me.

Barley was cumming hard, the way he always does, and like always his
tapered cockhead was nestled up close to my cervix so that his sperm
seemed to shoot right through me, like a hot buttery bullet into my
womb. I always came good with Bandy when he climaxed and this time was
no exception. I dropped my head to the floor, shaking and clawing at
the hard wood beneath my hands. Butterflies danced in my belly and
sparklers were glowing behind my tightly shut eyes.

I felt someone's hand under my chin, lifting my face carefully and I
dimly realized it wasn't my Master's touch. I opened my eyes,
gasping for air with my mouth open and my tongue resting on my bottom
lip. It was the Indian and he'd unzipped his jeans, kneeling in front
of me so that his large dark penis hung free in front of my face. He
was a big man, as I've said, probably three times my weight, and so
his penis was suitably large too. As large as Bandy's I thought, and
thick from the base to the bulbous head, unlike a dog's which is
tapered and more oblong. It was hard, but heavy enough that it didn't
stick out straight, but seemed to curve away from his body and
downwards.

I could smell him, the man's sweat and piss and the musk of his
excitement. He had been leaking precum for awhile and his cockhead was
shiny with it. He was uncircumcised also and the skin had been pulled
back to expose most of the head, but not all. I tilted my head up so
that I could take him in my mouth, coming up from underneath and he was
hot and strange tasting, so similar yet unlike my Master who watched us
with a smile.

"Ohhhh, good Lordy!" The Indian sighed, turning to glance at my
Master and then reaching down to stroke my hair as I sucked him slowly,
careful not to bite him or anything. He was thicker than the dogs and
it was quite nice for me, sort of a challenge if you like, to take all
of him. He uttered soft words of praise, like he was complimenting a
favored pet, saying things like "Good girl, Dare...Good doggy..."

I was burning up inside from the pleasure of Bandy's hot cum filling
me and trapped by his knot. His cock was still hard and long, not
moving very much, but occasionally throbbing just enough so I could
feel it. He'd leak sperm into my womb until he pulled out some 15 or
20 minutes later. It always took longer for the swelling to go down
than our actual sex lasted and there had been times when the dogs lost
patience, pulling away from me painfully, so that my cunt seemed to be
turning inside out. Any of them were large enough to drag me around the
room, and that had happened once or twice, but now they were more used
to me and their patience had grown considerably.

So I had a good long time to work on the man's cock with my mouth,
licking it first, from the tip to the base, sliding it between my lips
like a long wet kiss along the shaft. He pulled his balls free for me,
large heavy plum sized orbs within a soft wrinkled sack that smelled
strongly of the man's sweat. His skin was salty and I enjoyed the
taste as I licked and sucked his balls. He seemed to like that quite a
lot and he laughed at the way his huge penis covered my face. He just
let it lay there, over my nose and eyes, curling up over my smooth
forehead and into my thick shaggy hair. I didn't mind, it was warm
and wet and I could feel the rapid beating of his heart through the
veins that ran close under the skin.

When I returned to his cock, taking him into my mouth, I had to stretch
my jaws wide, and still my teeth grazed his tender flesh, but the man
didn't seem to mind. I tried to be careful, but my mouth was full of
his cock and there was little I could do but wriggle my tongue beneath
it and fight to take him deeper, wondering if he'd fit in my too
small throat. My mouth quickly filled with spit and precum and that
helped so that I was swallowing constantly and it was just a matter of
time and timing.

When I finally did take the man into my throat, pushing my face forward
and groaning with the effort, the Indian lost any reservations he might
have had left. He held my head in his hands, pushing forward to help me
and I soon had my face pressed against his clothing, my chin tight to
his heavy balls. His thickness was stretching my throat beyond all
reason as I tried my best to swallow him entirely. I couldn't
breathe, of course, and while he held me there I could feel my lungs
aching and the blood seemed trapped behind my eyes. It wasn't exactly
fun, that part of it, but very satisfying all the same. When he
released me and I pulled my mouth away with a small flood of wetness
that fell to the floor beneath me, I gasped for air, drinking it as I
stared at the cock I'd just swallowed, feeling a little proud of
myself and determined to do it again.

It was a good long blowjob and I deep throated the Indian a dozen times
probably, until my throat ached from the abuse of being stretched so
rudely around the man's cock. The man, and even my Master, were
surprised and a little awed I think, and listening to them talk about
how good I was doing made it even better for me.

"Christ almighty..." the Indian was saying, "...feel her throat.
You can feel it in there!" His fingers were rubbing along my neck,
stroking my skin as his cock seemed to make my flesh swell around it.

"Bet your wife never did that." My Master had moved closer,
standing there above us.

"Hell no!" The man chuckled as I pulled my mouth back slowly until
I could drink cool air into my lungs once more. "She won't even
give it a kiss!" he stroked my head, digging his fingers into my
black hair so he could scratch my scalp gently. "You wanna sell
her?"

"Heh...Dog like that's one a million, buddy." My Master shook his
head, much to my relief although I didn't really believe he'd ever
want to sell me.

"You got that right. Shit...there she goes again..."

It was strange, I suppose, being talked about that way. Being used and
treated like little more than an object, but that's the way of men
and dogs, and I didn't mind it at all. They admired me, I understood
that much, perhaps even loved me, or at least shared a deep affection
on the part of my Master. My feelings were less complicated I think. I
loved my Master, and felt nothing but dedication and devotion. He was
incapable of making a mistake, or being unfair, or even selfish. I was
his, the same way the other three dogs were, and it made us happy to be
owned.

I sucked the man until Bandy had finished, his knot shrinking enough so
that he could pull away, but he didn't move very far. He cleaned me
first, which was something they usually did last, after they'd
cleaned themselves, but I think he wanted to make the point that I was
his bitch, no matter what the Indian might have been doing with my
face. The other two, Barley and Bush, had stayed on our bed, watching
us closely. We were owned, yes, but inside every dog there's
something wild and untamed. Hidden deep in some, but always there and
people tend to forget that.

Our Master never did and while his friend was visiting, and now using
his bitch, Master continually reminded all of us that he was there and
it was alright. He would shush my brothers, or call them by name like
when the Indian had taken my head in his hands so he could feed me his
penis. Bush had started to rise, growling because he didn't
understand. Our Master had called to him, telling him to get back down
and so the animal had, but he didn't like it. This business of
sharing me with a stranger was new to them and the Indian himself was
oblivious to it, concentrating on the pleasure I was giving him, which
was probably a good thing. He didn't need to know how close he was to
being challenged for the right to mate with me.

"Can I, uh..." The man spoke to my Master, licking his lips a few
moments after Bandy had finished licking me.

"You wanna fuck her?" My Master asked. "Be my guest, just don't
give her puppies." He grinned.

"I'll pull out." The Indian promised and I was just coming down
from a glorious orgasm that Bandy had given me with his tongue.

My Master took his friend's place, presenting his smaller, more
normal sized penis to my mouth and I took him inside my mouth quickly,
enjoy the familiar size and shape of him. But I did miss the Indian's
cock a little, it had been good while it lasted, although my jaw ached
and my throat felt bruised and sore.

The Indian moved behind me and Bandy jumped to his feet, growling and
lowering his head and shoulders. Barley and Bush were also up suddenly,
sensing that the stranger was going to try and fuck me. Their bodies
tensed and I pulled my mouth away, growling weakly even as our Master
spoke to them in a stern voice, but they weren't going to listen. It
was one thing to play with me, which was what oral sex was, just
playing really, but quite another to see their bitch mated with the
man.

"Uhhh...Maybe I'll try it another time." The Indian decided. I
guess he also figured he'd better put away his big penis before Bandy
decided to take a bite out of it.

It was disappointing to me because I'd been looking forward to
feeling the man inside me, wondering how it would feel. I think it
disappointed our Master a little as well, or maybe even embarrassed him
a bit, since it seemed he couldn't control his dogs. I felt a little
bad about it, especially since I didn't even get to finish sucking my
Master's penis. He and his friend left our room soon after that,
leaving me chained in place and the dogs barking proudly to let the
world know they'd run the intruder off. I was a little mad at them
and it was several weeks before I let any of them mate with me again.

end Ch.9

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