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Melissa Becomes a Bitch - 1
by Wolfebitchmelissa (melissawolfe88@yahoo.com)

***

An autobiographical account of how my life was changed 
and how Master trained me to be the bitch I am today. 
(MF, nc, rp, f/beast, bd)

***

Chapter 1 

My name is Melissa. I grew up in a medium-sized 
Midwest city, the youngest child and only daughter of 
the Chief of Police, one could say I had a rather 
sheltered life. Most boys were a little too 
intimidated by my father to ask me out during high 
school and those that weren’t would get bullied away 
by my two older brothers or turned down flat by me 
since I was raised to be a good Christian girl by my 
family and Godfather, the Police Chaplain. 

By the time I had finished high school I was pretty 
much a younger image of my mother. Just like her, I 
had dark green eyes unlike the hazel ones of my father 
and brothers. We were both only 5’4, a good five 
inches shorter than either my brothers or father, and 
despite being fit and athletic, I still developed a 
34DD-25-35 figure that matched my mothers, though I 
had straight black hair to my shoulder blades while 
she preferred to have hers up in a braided coil most 
of the time.

My mother objected only slightly when I chose not to 
become a teacher like her, but instead followed in my 
father and brothers’ footsteps by becoming a police 
officer. I guess she figured that the three of them 
could look out for me. 

Applying to the local Tech College, it only took me 
four years to graduate from the law enforcement 
program, earning myself an associate degree in Liberal 
Arts while waiting to enter the academy program. I was 
just 22 when my father told me how proud he was and 
swore me in as a rookie patrol officer.

I was just two years later, four months shy of my 25th 
birthday when my life changed dramatically.

Sergeant Wolfe had driven me home from the hospital 
after we had both been checked out and debriefed 
following a high speed chase. The chase ended with my 
cruiser wrecked and gunfire exchanged between the 
suspect and Wolfe and I, though neither of us were hit 
and the suspect was taken into custody with just one 
minor gunshot wound. Department policy required that 
we both were put on administrative leave, with pay, 
while the incident was investigated by the State 
Police.

Wolfe and I had been partnered now for several months. 
He drove the department’s K9 vehicle, with Diego, a 
five year-old Labrador-shepherd mix. I drove a 
standard patrol car either nearby or following him and 
would transport any suspects to lockup.

I considered him attractive. He was muscular of 
course, around three inches taller than me, in his 
mid-thirties, an Army Ranger before joining the force 
and had piercing blue eyes under thick, dark eyebrows 
that always seemed a bit brooding and intimidating. 
Since he wasn’t my supervisor, we chatted a lot and 
spent some time together off the clock, normally 
involving some play and bonding time with Diego, but I 
never really felt at ease enough to do more than some 
awkward flirting and midnight fantasizing about him at 
night when alone in my apartment.

Arriving home from the hospital, I was still a little 
shaken and didn’t want to be alone, so I invited Wolfe 
upstairs to my apartment for coffee. Diego came along 
too of course, after visiting the fire hydrant.

I dropped my work bag by the couch while Wolfe started 
the coffee and Diego sniffed around my apartment. 
Coming back to sit with Wolfe on the barstools by the 
counter separating the kitchen from the living room, 
we started talking, the conversation was pointless and 
it felt like both of us were purposely avoiding the 
incident. As the conversation went on however I didn’t 
feel myself relaxing at all, but feeling more and more 
awkward and self-conscious as time went by.

My agitation must have shown, because I felt Wolfe’s 
hand on my shoulder and turned to look into those blue 
eyes of his. Feeling myself lean in closer as his hand 
slid up the side of my neck, I suddenly found myself 
being kissed by him. I gasped, opening my mouth as I 
felt his tongue slide past my lips and began to 
wrestle back with my tongue.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I felt his 
hands stroking the back of my neck and down my spine. 
My eyes had long since closed and I was enjoying the 
sensations rising in my body as I was touched, but 
still squeaked in surprise and protest when his hands 
slide down to cup my ass and lift me up off the 
barstool.

Clinging to him, I was forced to wrap my legs around 
his waist as he carried me to the living room. Still 
kissing him, my heart raced and I could feel a tingle 
starting between my legs as I realized that the lump 
in his pants was grinding against my pussy as he 
carried me towards the couch and sat down on it with 
me straddling his lap.

I remember combing my fingers through his hair and 
kissing even more hungrily as his hands stroked up 
from my ass and in front of me to begin opening my 
shirt. I weakly shook my head, but made no move to 
stop him as he undid the zipper and pulled the shirt 
up out of my trousers. Stroking his hands over my 
tummy and sides up to my sports bra, his touch made me 
shiver and my heart pound in my chest.

I wiggled my ass between his thighs as he spread them 
apart, still grinding against that growing lump in his 
pants. "Oh my god, he’s HUGE!" I thought to myself, 
shivering slightly. My mind reeled and I felt dizzy 
there in his lap and I shook my head again in protest 
as he stroked over my breasts, teasing them and 
squeezing them in his strong hands as they heaved on 
my chest.

Soon he had pulled my sports bra up to my neck with 
both hands and broke off kissing me to dip his head 
down and take my left nipple into his mouth, causing 
me to cry out. This had gone way past the appropriate 
limits of our partnership, and was much further than I 
had let any of my boyfriends go when I was dating. I 
tried to tell him to stop but all I could do was cling 
to his shoulders and lean back while letting out soft 
moans as he teased first that nipple and then the 
other into throbbing, painfully hard peaks.

With a deft move of his hips, I was rolled onto my 
back under him on the couch, my head facing the right 
armrest and with his legs straddling my right thigh. 
His right knee was pressed up between my thighs and 
against my pussy as he continued to kiss, suckle, and 
lightly bite at my nipples. All that attention left me 
helpless and pinned beneath him, combing my fingers 
through his hair and moaning softly as he quickly 
undid his own uniform shirt and pulled it off.

Tossing his shirt away over the coffee table, he 
paused in his attack on my breasts only to sit up and 
pull his undershirt off, exposing that firmly muscular 
chest and flat abs I had fantasized about so many 
times after seeing him in the precinct gym. He dove 
back down into my heaving breasts once his undershirt 
had also been tossed away, making me squeal again and 
wrap my arms around his head, pushing my tits up and 
together in offering to him with my upper arms as I 
heard the heavy thud of his equipment belt hitting the 
floor.

His hands returned to my tits, caressing and fondling 
them. My nipples were tingling hard and I could feel 
the itch building between my thighs as I ground 
against his knee. With a surprised gasp, I arched my 
back and thrust my chest out to him as his attention 
there caused me to have a sudden, small orgasm.

Somehow, unnoticed during my orgasm, Wolfe managed to 
open the front of my trousers. My eyes shot open and I 
gripped his hair, trying to pull his head back as I 
shook my head and tried to protest, but all that came 
out of my mouth was a strangled moan as his hand 
slipped into my panties and past my neatly trimmed 
bush to plunge two fingers into my embarrassingly wet 
pussy.

I shuddered and moaned as I felt fingers that didn’t 
belong to me or my gynecologist entering me. My pussy 
was instantly on fire again as he thrust and wiggled 
them in and out of me. His thumb started to tease my 
clit back and forth, making me grind helplessly 
against his knee. His teeth began to tease and gnaw 
lightly on my nipples, making them ache and throb more 
as I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into a 
whirlpool of pleasure even as my mind shrieked in 
protest.

"I don’t want this," I thought, "I’m saving myself for 
marriage."

I gripped his shoulders, arching my back and moaning. 
I didn’t have the strength to push him away. I wanted 
to but I couldn’t. I shuddered again, my nipples 
feeling like they were about to explode under his 
sucking and teasing lips as my pussy fluttered and 
juiced through a mind-numbing orgasm. I’d never had 
someone else make me cum before.

His hands circled around my hips and cupped my ass, 
lifting me up and starting to slide my panties and 
trousers down. He got them past my hips and almost to 
my knees by the time my head cleared and I was able to 
speak again.

“No,” I whispered weakly, then louder, “No! I can’t!” 
Grabbing his wrists I weakly tried to keep him from 
pulling my pants down further and tried to think of a 
way to get him to stop.

“Please,” I said, my mind racing, “I can’t, I’m a 
virgin… I, I’ll suck your cock, okay?”

I couldn’t believe I said that. My face was flaming 
from embarrassment as I looked up into his lust-filled 
eyes. I had done it a few times with previous 
boyfriends, but still without letting any of them get 
me anywhere near as exposed as I was now. 

“Okay,” He relented, “but at least let me see you 
naked.”

I blushed even harder at his request, but nodded. 
Sitting up, I took off my boots and stood up facing 
away from him. I slid my trousers and panties off, 
feeling like my face was on fire and that his eyes 
were boring into my back as he sat up and watched me. 
Then I slowly let my shirt slide off to the floor and 
reached up for my ponytail.

“Leave your hair up,” he said, “it’s sexy that way.”

I couldn’t stop blushing as his eyes roamed over my 
body from behind. So I finally pulled off my sport bra 
the rest of the way, letting it fall from my trembling 
fingers before turning around to face him, reaching up 
at first to cover my breasts, but letting my hands 
fall to my sides as I watched him look me over from 
head to toe, never, ever having been seen by anyone 
this way before.

“You are just perfect,” he said, looking me over 
teasingly slow. I watched as he adjusted himself and 
closed my eyes with a soft shiver. He spread his feet 
apart and pointed to the ground, “kneel.” There was a 
note of command there, like he used when we were in 
the field, it made me shiver again as I obeyed, my 
breathing getting faster and making my tits heave as 
he again cupped them in his hands and stroked my 
nipples back and forth.

I reached up between his thighs stroking them with my 
hands. My hands were trembling as they passed over 
that bulge in his lap and opened his pants up, pulling 
them and his boxer-briefs down slightly and letting 
that monster free.

I gasped as his cock sprung out, nearly hitting me in 
the face. It was thick, throbbing, and veiny, with a 
slight odor of gamey sweat. Licking my lips I took the 
base of it in my right hand, unable to close my 
fingers and thumb around it as the purple head looked 
straight up at my eyes. Measuring it with both hands, 
it stretched out from his pubic hair so that with one 
pinky against the base, thumb stretched out to touch 
my other pinky and my left hand’s thumb stretched 
towards the tip, it didn’t even touch the crown of the 
head. He was at least 10 and a half inches long and 
thicker than my wrist.

I looked up at him, seeing those blue eyes watching me 
as I held onto his cock and began to stroke it with my 
right hand. Then, taking a deep breath and closing my 
eyes, I planted a kiss on the tip and slowly let it 
slide past my lips, stroking along the underside of 
the head with my tongue.

Hearing him groan, I swallowed, then began to bob my 
head, slurping around the head and taking a couple 
inches of shaft into my mouth as I stroked the base 
with my right hand. It felt so naughty, so 
embarrassing to be doing this on my knees during broad 
daylight in my apartment, and my other hand reached 
back to tease my clit and pussy. 

I let out a soft moan and tried to take him deeper as 
I pushed two fingers, then three into my pussy, not 
filling it like his did, I felt frustrated by that 
fact, his had felt so much better.  Still I could feel 
my juices flow and my inner thighs getting sticky as I 
began to bob my head faster, trying to take the head 
of his cock further into the back of my throat.

I felt his hands on my head, guiding me to move 
slower, then lifted me up off his cock. Letting it 
slip free of my mouth with a whimper, I looked up into 
his eyes as he pulled me close and hugged me again, 
kissing me deeply, his cock throbbing against my belly 
and spreading my saliva on my skin.

“Now, fuck your tits with my cock, pet,” he said to me 
in that same tone of voice as before. It made me 
shiver, but still, I moved to obey, sliding my knees 
closer to the couch and resting my tits on his thighs. 
Pressing them together around his cock with my hands, 
I began to slowly bounce them up and down, watching 
that purple head emerge from my cleavage again and 
again.

I felt him move, reaching over to his right as I 
concentrated on pleasing his cock with my tits. It 
felt oddly good, my tits were tingling as they rubbed 
along his spit-slick cock and I couldn’t help it but I 
pinched and rolled my nipples between my fingers and 
thumbs, throwing my head back with my eyes closed and 
moaning as my pussy continued to itch and squish as I 
squeezed my thighs together. 

“You are such a sexy bitch, Melissa,” I heard him 
groan, his right hand caressing my cheek. I turned to 
kiss his palm, sucking his thumb into my mouth as he 
caressed my lips with it. My eyes were still closed as 
I enjoyed the lustful feeling of his cock throbbing 
between my breasts.

He caressed along my throat with both hands, then 
reached up to guide my head back down towards his lap. 
“Suck me,” he said, and I opened my eyes to look at 
his proud erection, licking my lips to moisten them 
before sliding them back down over his head and shaft, 
scooting my knees back away from the couch.

“That’s right, get down on all fours for me,” he said, 
and I moaned softly. Swaying my hips back and forth, I 
moved my knees back on the carpet until I was on all 
fours, my back arched and my head bobbing up and down 
over his shaft. I felt a little awkward, and even more 
naughty this way, but I felt like I was getting more 
of his cock down my throat as it started pushing past 
my tongue.

He firmly guided my head down by my hair until I was 
on my elbows and knees, my mouth lined up with my 
throat. Rocking forward and back now instead of 
bobbing my head, I kept sucking on his throbbing cock. 
I could feel his cockhead bulling into my throat, 
going deeper and deeper until I felt my nose bump 
against his pelvis.

"Ohmygod! He’s fucking my throat!" My eyes shot open 
and watered as I couldn’t breathe with my throat so 
full of cock. I felt helpless as he held me there for 
several seconds, then began guiding me back and forth, 
letting me pant through my nose as his cock slid out 
of my throat, then guiding me to take it all the way 
down to the base again.

He pulled me in close again and my nose was burrowed 
deep against his pelvis as he led me there. I tried to 
breathe through my nose and could barely get any air, 
my eyes were tearing up and I suddenly felt something 
cold and wet against my ass. Diego was behind me, I 
had completely forgotten about him!

Diego began sniffing at my pussy as Wolfe held me in 
place. I couldn’t believe it. His hot breath tickled 
my wet folds and made me shiver with fear and confused 
arousal as I was held there, Wolfe’s hands going to my 
waist, his tummy pressed against the top of my head, 
trapping me.

“Let’s see what he does, Melissa,” Wolfe growled, his 
voice thick with lust. Trembling, I began to cry, 
wanting to protest, to get out of this weird 
situation, but I couldn’t. Held in Wolfe’s powerful 
hands, I couldn’t do anything as Diego began to lick 
at my dripping slit with that wide, rough tongue of 
his.

I squealed and sobbed around the cock in my throat as 
Diego began to lap at my pussy, teasing my clit and 
labia. I shivered as his tongue kept teasing my poor 
clit and pussy, making them throb with need. I 
couldn’t stop dripping as that dog’s tongue worked 
fast and rough on my helpless pussy.

I let out a muffled shriek and my eyes bugged out as 
Diego’s tongue poked between my lips and into my 
pussy. He quickly started lapping in and out of my 
vulnerable hole as if searching for the source of my 
pussy-juice. Letting out a shuddering, sobbing moan, I 
felt my eyes flutter shut and I began panting faster 
as the dog’s talented tongue brought me closer to the 
edge. My first orgasm from having my pussy eaten was 
going to come from a dog, and not from my future 
husband!

My moans became panting, shuddering sobs as I came for 
Diego’s tongue. Shivering from head to toe, I felt my 
hips grinding up and down as Diego’s tongue raped me. 
Helpless tears were flowing from my eyes and I began 
to gag around Wolfe’s cock as I sobbed in humiliation.

“That was so sexy,” Wolfe moaned as he leaned back 
again and began to pull me back and forth to continue 
fucking my throat. “You’re a kinky little slut, aren’t 
you Melissa?”

Sobbing around his cock, I looked up at him with my 
eyes blurry from tears. I had never felt so humiliated 
in my entire life. I just wanted Wolfe to cum and then 
leave. I felt broken inside as I just sucked harder on 
his cock, trying to please him even as he called me 
such hurtful names.

My jaw was starting to ache I couldn’t believe he was 
lasting so long. I sobbed and panted, Diego continuing 
to try and lick at me as I thrust myself forward and 
back, helping Wolfe to rape my throat. I was so lost 
in my own feelings of humiliation and self-pity that I 
almost didn’t respond as Diego suddenly jumped up over 
my ass and planted his front paws in front of my 
knees.

“Mmmm-hmmfh!” I moaned around Wolfe’s cock, looking up 
at him pleadingly with tear-filled eyes, silently 
begging for mercy as Diego mounted me, but I made no 
move to resist.

“Yeah, you want to pop this bitch’s cherry, don’t you 
Diego?” Wolfe said, making me shudder with fear, 
“you’d like that, wouldn’t you Melissa?”

I tried to shake my head no, but made no other protest 
as Diego started to thrust. I sobbed around Wolfe’s 
cock as I felt the pointed head of Diego’s bump 
against my ass several times before he finally found 
my pussy. Wailing pitifully, I cried even harder as 
the dog pumped into me and ripped through my hymen.

“Take that you cock-teasing little cunt,” Wolfe 
growled, his cock throbbing and jumping in my throat, 
“you’re a real bitch now, aren’t you?”

I felt Diego’s balls bump against my clit, his furry 
belly scratching my ass. I felt completely broken and 
nodded in defeat. I had been teased, humiliated, and 
now I was being raped by both my partner and his dog.

“Take all that dog cock, you horny little slut. You 
love it, don’t you?” Wolfe continued degrading me, his 
voice thick with lust as I sucked his cock as best I 
could. “Get ready to swallow my load you dog-humping 
little bitch. You’d better not spill a drop of it”

I gurgled submissively around Wolfe’s cock, grunting 
with each thrust of Diego’s hips as he started to pump 
wildly. I swallowed reflexively as Wolfe began to 
erupt, his cum shooting town my throat, up into the 
back of my nose and over my tongue, coating it with a 
salty, metallically bitter flavor that made me want to 
gag, but I gulped down every bit of it, not wanting to 
upset him.

Wolfe finally pulled his cock from my mouth and I 
collapsed onto my chest, my arms shaking as Diego kept 
thrusting.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AH-HAAAAAAAAH!” I moaned out in 
humiliation as I had a sudden, powerful orgasm from 
being dog-raped. Arching my back further and throwing 
my head back as Diego kept raping me with his super-
hot doggy cock.

“Enjoying yourself Melissa?” Wolfe asked, deepening my 
humiliation, “you know you’re Diego’s bitch now, 
aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, moaning as I felt the base of Diego’s 
cock starting to swell, that growing mass pushing into 
my sore, throbbing pussy again and again.

“Say it then, slut. Tell me what you are.”

“I’m Diego’s bitch now,” I sobbed, moaning as I felt 
another forced orgasm on its way.

“Oh my God!” I cried out as the base of Diego’s cock 
got stuck inside me and began pulling me back and 
forth, “Oh my God! OHMYGOD! What is that? I’m stuck! 
What is that?!?”

“That would be his knot, little bitch,” Wolfe said, 
chuckling at my predicament, “You’re loving that doggy 
cock, aren’t you?”

I moaned, unable to speak any more. Gripping at the 
carpet helplessly as I was dragged back and forth by 
my stuffed and knotted cunt. My nipples throbbed 
painfully as they were rubbed raw on the carpet.

Diego suddenly stopped thrusting and I felt warm, wet 
splashes flood my pussy as he began to cum. 

“Oh God! He’s cumming! He’s cumming inside meeeee!” I 
screamed, my scream changing to a wailing moan as my 
second orgasm on his cock ripped through me. My entire 
body vibrated as my muscles turned to jello, leaving 
me weak and drained on the floor with my ass held in 
the air only by Diego’s throbbing knot.

As my orgasm faded away, I lay there under Diego, his 
balls still flexing against my clit and inner thighs 
as he finished flooding my womb with his cum. I began 
to sob again, huge, body-shaking sobs as the 
realization that my virginity was gone hit me. I had 
lost it in the worst way, raped from my body, by a dog 
no less, while the man I trusted, was attracted to and 
might have wanted to give it to eventually, just sat 
there and watched after raping my throat with his own 
cock.

I don’t know how long I lay there on my chest crying. 
It seemed to take forever, but finally Diego’s knot 
went down and he slipped out of me with a wet slurp 
and a gush of mixed juices down my thighs. I didn’t 
resist as Wolfe got off the couch and knelt on one 
knee beside me, pulling my elbows together behind my 
back and locking them there with a pair of flex-cuffs 
from my bag.

“Are you going to rape me again?” I asked, “If you are 
you don’t need those, you’ve already ruined my life.” 

Turning my head to look up at Wolfe, my eyes opened 
wide as I saw for the first time that he had been 
wearing his patrol glasses. He must have put them on 
sometime either while I was sucking his cock, or 
before Diego mounted me. My heart froze in my chest, a 
new fear gripping me as I saw the micro camera mounted 
on the frame of those protective glasses and the 
confident, almost evil smile on his face.

“Rape you?” He asked, a falsely puzzled look on his 
face, “You offered to give me a blowjob, didn’t you?”

He stroked over my upraised ass with his hand, making 
my skin tingle. My flesh crawled from his touch, 
terrified of what he might do to me now that I 
realized he had been recording it all.

“And didn’t you enjoy yourself with Diego? You DID say 
that you’re his bitch now, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer him, causing him to give my ass a 
sharp, painful spank.

“Yes!” I yelped.

“What was that, bitch-pet?” he asked, humiliating me 
further with another spank, making my ass burn.

“YES!” I almost screamed, sobbing from the strike to 
my ass, “I enjoyed it! I’m Diego’s bitch now!”

He spanked my ass again, making me gasp, then stroked 
over my flaming cheeks with his hand.

“You’re MY bitch too, aren’t you Melissa?” he asked, 
giving me another spank.

“YE-HESS! I’m your bitch too Wolfe” I sobbed, getting 
another spank from him.

“Then you will call me ‘Master’ from now on little 
slut, do you understand?” and again he spanked me.

“Master!” I cried out, “Yes, Master!” yet another 
spank turning my ass an even brighter red.

“So what are you now, little slut?” He kept testing 
me, spanking me again as I struggled to find the right 
answer to satisfy him.

“I’m your bitch, Master!” I cried out, sobbing again, 
“I’m Diego’s bitch and Yours, Master! I’m a cock-
sucking, dog-fucking slut of a whore for you, Master!”

He spanked me one last time, then caressed my ass 
softly for several minutes as I sobbed on the carpet. 
I kept my ass raised up for his hand, terrified and 
trembling, afraid of what was coming next.

“Remember that,” he whispered into my ear, making me 
tremble, “because if you do anything, anything at all 
that displeases me, I will send the video of what you 
did today to your dear Daddy, is that clear, fuck-
slave?”

“Yes Master!” I agreed, nodding my head rapidly, my 
right cheek burning against the carpet in my eagerness 
to convince him not to send that video to anyone.

“Good girl,” he said, petting my ass like I was a pet. 
Taking Diego’s collar off, he then buckled it around 
my throat, giving me a physical reminder of what I had 
become. “Now, be a good girl and stay right where you 
are. I’m going to go get some things for you, and save 
this video. We’ll continue this when I get back.”

“Yes Master,” I said, surrendering. He stood up and 
got dressed, then left my apartment. I started to sob 
and cry again as soon as the front door closed. My 
life had just changed forever, the sun was setting 
outside on my last day as an independent woman and my 
first as my Master’s fuck-slave.

End of Chapter 1...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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