He walked down the quiet, tree-lined street, with his dog, Bruno.  He was a nice looking man, in great physical shape. His dog was similarly muscled, sleek-furred, and calm. Their demeanor clearly said “don’t fuck with us”, and their quiet confidence had caught the eye of more than one female driver.

He was looking for a mark, casing the neighborhood. The B & E’s he had committed over the last two years had gone unreported because he was extremely careful, very picky, and he had a secret weapon.  He patted Bruno’s head affectionately.

He made note of the middle-aged woman trimming her bushes on the side yard. No one else home, middle of the day. He’d be sure to case it again this evening to see if there was a Mr.Hedge Trimmer  who came home after 6 p.m.

He thought fondly back to a job he’d pulled in a town about 50 miles west of here. He’d not thought much about the double case-out, and if not for Bruno, would have been flat-out busted. He was earnestly fucking the woman he had robbed, had her tied on the bed and watching the dog with fear in her eyes. Dayam that turned him the fuck on. Then back door had opened.

Thankfully, Bruno kept the gentleman of the house pinned in the corner when he came into the room. He’d gotten a  huge adrenaline  rush as he’d continued fucking the wife while the husband watched. And since he’d gotten so excited about it, he bent the Mr. over the end of the bed, and had a go fucking his ass, while Bruno stood guard near his head. The look in the wife’s eyes as he’d plumbed that fat ass near her feet had kept him in jerk-off fantasy fodder for a month. Even now, months later, he could get hard just remembering.

***   ***   ***

She sat up with a start. Had she been dreaming? Or had she heard something. It wasn’t uncommon for her dreams to wake her.  But no…she thought she could barely hear something   from downstairs. Could be coons in the trash cans out back, that wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.  She didn’t bother dressing. Coons wouldn’t care if she was naked.

She stepped into the kitchen and froze when she heard the menacing growl. Not a coon. A dog. And by the wee bit of light coming in the window from the moon, a giant of a dog at that.

“Easy boy.” She didn’t hold out her hand, not yet. Not with the menacing gleam of  teeth in moonlight.  She heard the squeak of the floor in the dining room a moment before she felt the presence of someone, behind her in the doorway.


His voice was deep, and she shivered. She was naked, and a strange man was standing behind her. She was in shadow but still. She stiffened as she felt the smoothness of a gloved hand slip over her hip and around the curve of her bottom.

“Well, I’ve never been greeted in quite this way before.”

She shivered again. And, annoyingly enough, she felt a tiny curl of lust uncoil in her belly. She’d had dark fantasies for years. But had never ever ever thought of enacting them. She’d read somewhere that 82% of all women have rape fantasies. She was comfortable enough with the statistic to call herself normal and move on with her life.

She heard a shifting behind her, and the sudden prod of his cock against the cleft of her ass.

“Bend over and grab your ankles, slut.”

She didn’t move.


At the firm tone, the dog moved forward until he was inches away from her. She shrank back, feeling that cock press into the small space between her thighs, laying along her labia.

“Please…” she tried to stop the whimper; she had her pride, after all. She never wanted to be like those silly girls in those pseudo-romances, all squealing and tears, until, swooning, they  succumbed to “his” great lovemaking, and became his sex slave for life. Not, that was not her style at all.

Trouble was, that dog was scaring the piss out of her, and she wasn’t at all sure, just now, what her style was.

“Bruno, scent.”

In seconds the mans arms were around her, pulling her back to lean against him. She staggered, almost falling, and then felt it. The dog’s nose was buried in her pussy. It dragged along her clit, and there was …gods yes, his tongue was licking at her.

She moaned.

“Little whore. If you don’t follow directions, I’ll set him loose, and he’ll eat you. There’s nothing he likes better than the meat of pussy. Imagine those big teeth biting into your very vulnerable cuntlips, chewing them off, then lapping at you to get every tender bit.”

She moaned low in her throat. He wouldn’t. The dog wouldn’t. Would he?

“yes. okay.” she mumbled.

“Bruno. Stand away.”

Her heartbeat echoed dully in her head as the dog stepped back a few paces and sat. There was a sharp crack and she jumped as his hand slapped against her ass.

“You’ve been given an order, cunt. Obey.”

She bent, grasping her ankles. She felt humiliated, vulnerable, exposed.

The head of his cock pierced the fat lips of her pussy, finding and filling her hole in one stabbing thrust. He groaned.

“Nice, tight pussy.  And wet. You’re fucking cunt is wet, you old whore.”

He fucked her hard, using her hips to pull her back into his wicked thrusts. She felt it coming, her orgasm. She wanted to deny it. But as her cunt clamped down around his cock, there was no place to hide the fact that her body was enjoying the stimulation.  He pressed deeply into her, each thrust jarring her, threatening to tip her over.

He came, a fountain of juice that leaked out of her pussy as he ground his pelvis against her bottom.

“Don’t fucking move, cunt.”  He called the dog over, and she shuddered as she felt the wet tongue lapping at her pussy. He hit her clit, her lips, and darted to the entry of her hole, catching all the wetness there.

“On your knees, whore. Bruno wants his reward.”

“oh, no, no pleaseplease…” she cried, but at his sharp slap on her pussy, she all but fell to her knees.

She felt the dog behind her, clambering up. His claws scratched at her back, making her cry out, until he was positioned. His belly fur tickled her ass, her back and she felt the prodding poke of his penis. It hit her pussy, slid up to her asshole, as he tried to find a place to put it.

“Trouble, Bruno? Lemme help.”

She felt his hand probing her pussy, gathering wetness, and then the sudden, shocking thrust of his finger into her asshole.

In seconds, with his master’s assistance, the head of his slick and rubbery dog dick was pressing into her bottom. She shook her head, but didn’t dare move. She didn’t want the dog to bite her. The shock came as his cock grew bigger, longer, thicker than his owners. It was wet, and felt like a baseball bat was lodged in her ass.

She whimpered, she moaned. “Please. Hurts. Please.”

The dog began humping her ass. Faster than she’d ever known before, his cock like a piston driving into her puckerhole, stretching her. She wondered if she’d be damaged. Can an asshole be broken? It hurt, filled her with the need to press down, press it out of her.

“I like that it hurts. I like that very much.  And Bruno is very much enjoying your tight asshole. I think he might be smiling.”

There was a click, and the light in the kitchen went on. She blinked in the sudden brightness.

“I think we need to get some pictures of you two lovebirds.” He chuckled, and the sound was not pleasant. She thought her ass was going to be split as the dog humped away at it, thrusting in hard short strokes, filling her rectum with the stream of juice that was doggy jism.  She remembered about the knot that grew at the end of the fucking, to hold that jism inside his mate, to aid in impregnation.  She thought she felt something growing just inside her ass.

“Oh…his knot…”

“Yes. His knot will hold you there while I take some sweet pictures of the two of you. And you’ll be a good little dog-whore, and smile up at me. And of course, when I leave, you won’t report this to the cops….or else these pictures will be sent to everyone in your email account. You wouldn’t want your pastor to know you’re a doggie bitch, do you?”

He laughed again, and she felt tears run down her cheeks. Her ass hurt as the knot grew, pressing and stretching her rectum wider. The dog was still thrusting, slowing now, and she felt a funny tingle.



Her head fell forward as her body quivered. The spray of liquid from her pussy shocked her.

“You whore! You came from having your ass fucked…by my dog. Congratulations! You are now a certified dog cunt.  And coming while he fucked your butthole? That makes you the nastiest of whores.”

There was a flash and snap as he took her picture. He moved around her shooting the mating from every angle.

She knew she’d never tell. Never.


*** *** ***

He walked down the street, smiling.  His dog sniffed at trees as they strolled along. He hadn’t been in town long. A lovely woman in a Pontiac cruised past him, looking at him over the tops of her sunglasses, and smiling invitingly.


He tugged her out to the backyard by the leash he held tight in his fist. He was pissed.

Super pissed.

So pissed he needed to kennel her out here, or he’d strike her in anger.

He never struck in anger. That was for fuck-ups, and people who had no controls. Being her Master, her Owner carried responsibilities.

She whimpered behind he gag he’d packed into her stuttering mouth. He hated excuses. So what that he’d come home a full day early? He had told her exactly what to do, laid out a full plan of tasks to keep her mind and body active and purposeful.

Instead, he’d come home to empty chip bags on the end table, crumbs on the couch cushions, empty dvd cases on the floor, half-empty tea mugs on the floor, the kitchen counter. She had to have used every fucking mug.

And there was only one item checked off on his list. What, she thought she could do nothing on the list for the 4 days he was gone, and get everything done in a day? AND clean up the fucking mess she’d made everywhere.

Fucking stupid cunt.

He strode into the house, after pushing her into the doggie kennel he’d build for her. He’d put a fresh bowl of water out in a bit, but for now, she needed some cage time.

And he needed a fucking housekeeper.

He peered into their bedroom. The big king bed was rumpled, and mussed. He smelled cum, and lube. He ran his hand over the sheets. Dry now, but she’d had more than one or two orgasms.

Fucking cunt!

She sure did fuck up royally, when she decided to act out. And soon she would pay the piper. He tugged the sheets off the bed, and carried them to the laundry room. Starting the washer, he went back to the kitchen and got her bowl. He filled it with water, and carried it outside.  She lay on her side, looking up at him warily.

As she should, the fucking dumb cunt.

He opened the wire door, slid in the bowl. She looked up at him. He pushed the door shut, locking it securely.

“How…” she mumbled behind the gag.

“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. I’ll ungag you later. If you’re thirsty you’ll figure out a way to get some water into that piehole. ” He glared down at her.

“I need to go take a pi….” He broke off. Well, well. She’d pissed him off, to be sure. Maybe it was time to take punishment to a whole new level. He pulled out his cock, and began to piss.

His stream caught her face. He played it over her hair, her eyes, towards her ears, as she angled her head away. And her nose. He wanted her to smell his piss for a good long while.

She whimpered.

She moaned.

And soon, she was dripping in his pissed off.

Whistling, he tucked himself away, and turned back to the house. Suddenly, things were looking up.