Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: daddysbrat@aol.com (DaddysBrat)
Subject: Rex by DaddysBrat (Mf, dog)
Date: 1 May 1995 02:35:30 -0400

				 Rex
				  by
			      DaddysBrat

	The barking dogs brought a cacophony of yips from small dogs,
and the deeper barks of bigger canines. You looked knowingly at me,
and I flushed... both with excitement and embarrassment.

	The unwitting woman chatted aimlessly about the benefits of
the pound, and how we would be doing such a good deed giving one of
these dogs a home. We answered her questions of what we were looking
for: A large dog - the bigger the better, yet gentle. Little did she
know we were merely going to give the dog an afternoon he would never
forget, and certainly one we wouldn't forget! He would be returned
unharmed, happy, and sated.

	Suddenly we were walking down an aisle, concrete under our
feet and rows of kennels on either side of us full of barking, jumping
dogs. Some merely looked at us with sad eyes, others yipped and
barked, wagging their tails, sensing somehow that we were here to take
one of them home; they all tried their best to be noticed, in their
own way.

	Toward the back of the long rows on the left side, I suddenly
stopped. A huge dog that appeared to be half Black Lab and half German
Shepard caught my attention. He appeared to be much more of a
gentleman then the other yipping, annoying dogs. He was obviously
happy at having someone paying attention to him, and trotted up
eagerly to the door of his prison. I looked at you, and you queried,
"Do you like him?" "Yes," I answered, a bit breathlessly. You spoke to
the woman, telling her we would like to take him for a short walk
around the grounds. She quickly consented, happy we had taken a shine
to one of her charges.

	Soon it was just the three of us. Rex, as we were told he was
called, was eager to be out in the bright sunshine, yet obeyed at your
command to heel. Part of the grounds of the pound was secluded, and we
walked him to an area protected by trees and brush. You suddenly
stopped, and in a quiet yet firm voice told me to kneel down and pet
him. I did so, stroking his head and speaking to him in a kind voice.
He responded by licking my face, and I laughed as his big tongue
almost made me lose my balance. I glanced up at you and your comment,
"His big tongue will lick your pussy well, won't it, Terri Jo," caused
me to quickly glance down, confused yet excited by what was going to
transpire this afternoon. It seemed a half-question, half-comment, but
I knew you expected an answer. "Yes, Sir," I whispered. "Speak up" you
ordered, your intense gaze telling me that you expected my obedience.
"Yes, Sir," I repeated, sure I was blushing to the roots of my hair.

	Rex was now sniffing at the ground, then jerked his head up,
suddenly alert as a flock of birds flew overhead. He was a beautiful
animal.

	"Stroke his cock, Terri Jo," came your voice behind me. I
didn't look around; I was too embarrassed. Hesitantly, I again stroked
Rex's head and my hand continued down his back then sides. Slowly, my
hand descended towards his groin, and I grasped his cock. After just a
few strokes, it came alive in my hand, the huge red cock quickly
thrusting out of the furry foreskin that covered it. It wasn't long
before he began pumping his hindquarters as my hand continued to
manipulate his cock, and when I again looked up at you, you looked at
me knowingly and said, "We'll take him." I laughed, both from
nervousness and the look on your face. You were definitely happy. So
was I.

	The ride to your house was humiliating, exhilarating, nerve-
racking, and very, very erotic. Rex was excited, pacing in the back
seat from one window to another, tongue lolling. He would occasionally
bark, just happy from the sheer freedom of being out. I felt bad that
we had to return him, but I knew it was better then another day of
prison for him. I concentrated on that thought. A couple blocks from
your house, I noticed he was hard again. I wondered if it was simple
excitement at being outside, or that he, too, felt the sexual tension
building with every mile we neared the house. I could barely keep my
eyes off the huge, glistening red cock.

	We pulled in the drive, and you opened the door for Rex,
quickly attaching the leash to his collar. At your command to heel,
Rex did his best to obey, but his excitement at being somewhere new
had him pulling on the leash. I smothered a smile, and we walked up to
your apartment.

	As soon as the door was closed, you unsnapped the leash and
Rex was immediately everywhere, checking out his new surroundings. You
immediately stepped into your kitchen and opened a bottle of good
wine. I smiled gratefully as I accepted a glass, and we toasted. "To
new experiences," you said softly. I half-flushed, and drank down
almost half the glass. "Whoa, young lady, not so fast!" you chided. I
took a deep breath and looked at you imploringly. You sighed
exaggeratedly and smiling, filled my glass up to the rim.

	It was then you told me to go into the living room. Rex was
busy checking out your bedroom. Your whistle brought him immediately
into the room. While I sipped my wine, I watched as you acquainted
yourself with Rex, patting and talking to him. Rex appeared to be
completely relaxed with his new surroundings and with us. I felt my
inhibitions slowly draining away as I thought about all the
unfulfilled fantasies... the rare and small indulgences I had had with
dogs in my past. I had never gone this far, or had a dominant "make"
me do all the things that I really had wanted to do, but had
suppressed for years. Now, I knew, that the time for fantasy had
ended, and reality was close at hand. Quickly I drained my glass of
wine, about to ask for another when your voice interrupted my
thoughts. "Come here, Terri Jo." It was said quietly but firmly, and
all thoughts of more liquid courage quickly dissipated.

	You were seated in a chair, the dog at your feet as if he'd
been there for years. Slowly I stood up and, as I did so, you told me
to strip out of my jeans, shirt, socks, and boots. Rebellion, second
thoughts... whatever it was, flashed in my mind for a moment, but your
eyes and manner advised me otherwise. Hesitant, I began to unbutton my
shirt. At my slowness, your voice became much more firmer and you
sharply commanded, "Come here!" I jumped - nerves taut, and quickly
obeyed. Your sure and strong fingers quickly unbuttoned my shirt and
peeled it off, leaving behind my black chemise. You folded it and laid
it aside, then reached for my jeans. I took a step backwards, but you
firmly grabbed my hips and kept me in place, giving me a warning look.
"For that you will be punished," you informed me. I almost whimpered,
caught up now in a fantasy that was quickly becoming very real.
Suddenly my jeans were at my knees, with your firm command to lift my
leg. I looked down to see you removing my boots, quickly followed by
my jeans and socks.

	In just my black panties and chemise, I glanced over at Rex.
He simply appeared to be taking it all in, these two new humans who
had brought him here, and now he was just watching... studying.

	The grasp of your hand on my left wrist surprised me, and I
realized belatedly that you were going to turn me over your knee. I
whimpered then, apologizing for my not obeying you immediately, but
you were undaunted. Slowly you turned me over your lap, my bottom
suddenly very accessible... and vulnerable. Your hand caressed and
stroked my cheeks through the material of my panties. Having never
been touched by you this way, I could feel my face becoming flushed
again.

	"I realize, young lady, that you don't fear my discipline -
yet. But you will soon learn that when I say something, I expect you
to listen and to obey. Is this understood?" I had barely gotten out,
"Yes, Sir," when I felt the first slap to my ass. It wasn't overly
hard, and the subsequent ones weren't either. I realized then that you
were intentionally arousing me. Your scolding words told me what a
dirty girl I was, and that you fully intended to force me to be YOUR
dirty girl. I groaned and whimpered as the slaps increased in force,
never hard enough to make me lose the edge, but enough to make me feel
disciplined. Your words continued to build the passion inside me, and
it was then I felt my panties being peeled slowly down.

	"Naughty little girls have their panties taken down, don't
they, Terri Jo?"

	"Yes, Sir," I answered breathlessly.

	"And," you continued, "they are spanked on their naked,
naughty bottoms."

	The spanking continued, and after a few minutes, I felt you
forcing my legs apart. I resisted, and was rewarded with sharp slaps
to the inside of my thighs. "Spread, young lady!" I whimpered in
response, and suddenly felt your fingers probing between my legs. I
whimpered again and tried to close my legs, but another series of
sharp slaps to my thighs made me spread wide for you.

	"Do not close them again, Terri Jo," you warned in my ear. I
felt helpless, exposed, vulnerable, and used... which is just what you
wanted me to feel. Your fingers continued to toy with my pussy, then
you would spank me again. You continued to alternately spank and
"molest" me, forcing me to a fever pitch.

	In the back of my mind, on the brink of awareness, I thought I
heard the snap of your fingers, but I wasn't sure. It wasn't long,
however, before I felt a hot, long tongue lapping at my drenched
pussy. I again whimpered. "Please, noooooo, Sir!" I cried. You only
forced my legs wider apart and told me in no uncertain terms that I
was a very naughty, dirty little girl, and that you were going to
force me to do many things in front of you. That I had no choice. The
resulting punishment for disobedience would be swift and severe.

	Rex continued to lap at my cunt, his licks becoming more and
more excited as he fed on my pussy juices. His hot tongue occasionally
concentrated on my exposed asshole, and I could only helplessly moan,
humiliated - yet extremely excited. I heard you comment that Rex was
becoming hard. Suddenly, you forced me off your lap and told me to lie
on the floor at your feet. I did so quickly, fearing the punishment if
I didn't. The cane propped against the wall hadn't escaped my eyes,
and I knew that was in store for me if I should anger or disappoint
you.

	You lay down next to me on my right side, captured my wrists
in your left hand, and held them above my head. Your right hand then
began to fondle and explore my breasts and belly as Rex again dipped
his head between my legs, delighted in the treat he had discovered.

	And so it went. You "molested" me while Rex licked and lapped
at my pussy. You took delight in watching his big tongue feed on my
cunt as you pinched and fondled my breasts, using me much as the dog
was. I was simply a sexual object to be used and taken, and that was
precisely as I felt. My cunt was dripping wet, and your cock was stiff
with desire.

	Abruptly, you let go of my wrists and rose, eyeing me as I lay
there. "Don't even think of moving your hands, little girl," you
warned me as you began to undress. As you removed your pants, you
looked down on the picture Rex and I presented. I lay there, arms and
hands above my head as Rex lapped and fed on my pussy greedily. I
couldn't suppress my moans of desire. Your cock grew even more stiff
as you watched from that angle. Quickly you stripped yourself of the
rest of the restraining clothing. And suddenly you wanted to make me
do more. Much more.

	"Sit up," came the abrupt command. I did so, warily. While I
was very excited, I still was half-afraid to do all the things I had
fantasized about. I knew the only way I'd really do them was if I was
made to by a commanding, firm, yet sensitive dominant man. And that
man was you, and you knew it.

	You whistled to Rex, and he immediately came to you. You sat
in the chair you had vacated several minutes ago, and patted your
knee. The dog immediately put his huge paws up on your lap, just as
you had intended. It left his groin and cock exposed to me as I knelt
on the floor. "Lick his cock," was all you said.

	I felt myself tremble at the words that had left your lips.
Your eyes watched me intently, and I looked at the floor. "Look at me,
young lady," came the soft command. I couldn't. I just couldn't! I
heard the soft thump of Rex's paws hit the floor and he came back to
me, sniffing towards me, wanting more of my pussy.

	Suddenly my arm was grasped and I was hoisted to my feet. I
was quickly bent over the arm of the chair and was told in the firmest
voice I'd ever heard to remain in position and NOT TO MOVE. I forced
myself to stay still, though part of me felt like the little girl who
wants to run and hide. I jumped as you sliced the air with the cane a
couple of times, testing its suppleness and enjoying my apprehension
and quivering bottom cheeks. "You will receive 12 strokes, little
girl. The next time you disobey me it will be 24. If you dare to still
disobey, it will be 36. Am I making myself clear?" Your voice brooked
no disobedience, and in a trembling voice, I replied, "Y-yes, Sir."

	The first stroke landed, and I yelped, "One! Thank you, Sir!"
With each stroke, I counted, knowing that I must obey... knowing that
I had no choice but to obey. Knowing also that, immediately after my
whipping, I would be again ordered to suck Rex's cock... and that I
would obey you. I forced myself to stay in position as each stroke
landed, fearing your anger and displeasure. As your forceful and
dominant manner manifested itself to me, I felt myself open up, much
as a flower... yielding, supplicant, open... exposed. You could feel -
could see - the change in me, and knew then that I needed a very firm
yet forceful Master to force me - to make me yearn - to obey.

	During the caning, you asked me if I was going to be your
little whore. If I was going to be a good little girl, and show me
what a little slut I was. In barely a whisper I acquiesced, "Yes,
Sir." "Have I not already told you to speak up when addressing me,
girl?" The cane sang in the air on the 10th stroke and seared my
exposed, trembling bottom. "Yes, Sir!" I cried out, "I'm sorry, Sir!"

	Silence permeated the air. The lines had been drawn. I knew
now who was in charge, and it certainly wasn't me. "Do not test me,
little one. You will not win." The words hung in the air momentarily,
then the eleventh stroke drew its red line on my tender bottom. Your
cock was hard as you watched me writhe over the arm of the chair,
desperately trying to maintain position. You enjoyed whipping me, and
the dance my bottom cheeks played for you. You glanced over at Rex,
who watched all this with head cocked, as if trying to figure out the
zany acts of humans. You almost grinned, but turned to me instead,
ready to deliver the final stroke.

	"My naughty dirty, little girl, I am about to give you the
twelfth stroke. After I do, I want you to kneel immediately before
this chair. Is this understood?"

	"Yes, Sir," I whimpered submissively. Satisfied with my
attitude and answer, you delivered the final, searing stroke to my
upturned bottom. Allowing me a few seconds to recover, you were
pleased to see that I scurried to do your bidding, and knelt before
the chair, head down.

	You sat before me in the chair, and forced my head up, your
hand under my chin. You looked deep into my eyes, saying, "You are
going to be a filthy little slut for me, and are going to do exactly
as you are told. If I have any more problems with you, I will not
hesitate to give you the next 24 strokes with the cane, if I deem it
necessary. Do we understand each other?"

	Your eyes seared into mine, and I knew you meant exactly what
you said. My eyes were misted with both joy, humility, and pain, and I
replied truthfully, "Yes, Sir."

	"Good. That pleases me, my little whore. Now do as you were
told to do before I was forced to whip you. I want to see your mouth
around that dog's red cock.

	You again stood up, deciding you would then get a better view
of my mouth around Rex's cock, and patted the arm of the chair again.
Sure enough, Rex put his paws up on the chair, allowing complete
access to his cock. It was half-erect, and you had no doubt but that I
would again make it erect.

	"Suck it."

	The simple command held such powerful force that I didn't
hesitate to lower my head. I realized quickly that I would have to lay
on my back to gain better access to Rex's cock, and did so without
conscious thought. I held my upper body up my bracing myself on my
elbows and gingerly licked at the red cock that dangled between the
dog's legs.

	Growing bolder and wanting so very much to please you, I
opened my mouth and took him full in my mouth. I then began to suck
the red meat, drawing on it and occasionally letting it slip out of my
mouth to flick my tongue over it and feel its texture. When I suddenly
felt you open my thighs, I knew better then to try to close them, and
you began to stroke my cunt, rubbing your fingers over my pussy lips
and my clit, and occasionally pushing a finger or two inside me. I
knew you were readying me for Rex's cock, and the thought thrilled and
scared me at the same time. I sucked even harder, and I saw out of the
corner of my eye that you were now stroking your own cock. My nipples
were hard and throbbing, and suddenly I very much wanted to fuck this
dog. I wanted his red cock inside me as I was forced to suck you and
please you, too.

	As if you read my mind, you ordered, "On your knees, like the
bitch in heat you are. I want you to be his bitch, and I want your
welted, whipped ass high in the air. Do I make myself clear, my little
whore?"

	"Yes, Sir," I replied hoarsely, wanting it now as much as both
Rex and you did. I got on my knees and arched my back, offering myself
to the animal I had just sucked. I felt him feeding again at my cunt
as he lapped for a few moments, then suddenly stopped. He
instinctively knew what to do. I felt myself suddenly being mounted,
and his front legs wrapped around my chest as he came up behind me. I
felt his huge red cock nudge against my cunt, then suddenly, he was
in! He filled me completely, and I groaned a low, guttural sound from
deep inside my soul. Rex began to pump me in hot, quick spurts, and my
hand instinctively went to my clit, massaging it furiously.

	You watched intently from behind us, even lowering your head
to see the engorged, red cock of the dog filling my cunt. You watched
as it pumped in and out of me, fascinated. You felt your cock stiffen
ever more at the spectacular sight of me, ass in air, being taken
completely and fully by the huge German Shepard. Your throbbing cock
demanded release.

	Suddenly I felt your hand grab my hair and force my head up.
All I saw was your fully-hard cock, demanding attention. "Suck," was
all you said, and I didn't so much as hesitate. I sucked it like a
drowning woman, wanting and needing the the loads of cum you wanted to
give me.

	Dimly, I heard your obscenities of being a filthy, slutty
girl, that I had a dog's red hard cock filling my cunt and your cock
in my mouth. I could only moan over your cock as the dog violently
fucked my cunt and you jammed your cock in my mouth, fucking my mouth
with an intensity I had never known before.

	I could feel myself rapidly approaching the most powerful
orgasm I had ever experienced in my life; I wanted to stop it, to
prolong it. But the pumping dog behind me cared less, and fucked me
even harder, a deep growl in his throat as he took me fully, beginning
to approach his own release. Your cock in my mouth swelled even more
as I sucked desperately, wanting to please you with all my being. I
almost screamed as my orgasm began to slam into me with all the power
and strength of a locomotive.

	It was then I felt and tasted the hot cum from your prick
spraying potently in my sucking mouth. Simultaneously, I felt the hot
jets of cum from Rex's cock shooting into my spasming cunt, and I felt
I would faint from the powerful orgasm taking complete control of my
body, soul, and mind. The three of us emptied ourselves completely,
each climaxing powerfully until their was no more strength. No more...
no more.

	I collapsed, my legs buckling. I lay on my belly, the weight
of the German Shepard falling with me. You went to your knees, and
after some long moments, stroked my hair, telling me what a good
little slut I was. Rex slowly got up and ambled off to the right, then
lay heavily to the floor, eyeing us for a moment before closing his
eyes for some well-deserved sleep.

	We both watched him, amazed at what had transpired. As if from
far away I heard you say, "He's going to need his rest." I looked up
at you, and you told me directly, with a look in your eyes that would
accept nothing but my obedience, "Oh yes, my little dirty whore. More
is to cum."

			    The <sigh> End