Date: Sun, 03 Jul 2005 16:41:09 -0700
From: DVNT Puppy <dvntpuppy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lucky Bitch 5

Warning: If sex featuring adult men and their dogs turns you off, don't read
the following. A word of warning, no dog acton in this installment, so take
a look at the first three chapters if you're really aching for it. And be
sure to drop me a line: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com.


By the time Ed, his brother, and their dogs had finished fucking me, the
light of the morning sun was creeping into the house. Ed pointed to a
blanket on the kitchen floor and Panzer trotted over to it, turned twice and
laid down.

"Better get some shut eye," Ed said with a yawn, scratching his chest and
then absentmindedly fondling  his balls. "Damn, I can already feel the jiz
building up in my nuts again. And as for you, little bitch, now you've been
breed by dogs, ain't nothing ever gonna be the same again. Couple hours from
now you'll wake up with an itchin' hunger and you'll be beggin' for another
fat dogknot squirting up your hole. Gonna be like that from now on."

I curled up on the floor with Panzer, draped my arm over his hulking body,
and gently fondled his fat balls while he drifted off. As we slept, I could
feel Panzer give an occasional  little jump or yelp in his sleep. I knew he
was dreaming the happy dreams of dogs: chasing squirrels, gnawing a bone,
and burying his knot in a randy bitch. I slept soundly, proud that I had
pleased my new master.

Now, two years later, I have let him down. How different is the feeling
now--a feeling of failure mixed with pain and humiliation. How different was
that contented sleep two years ago from this one as I lay on the hard
concrete floor of an empty warehouse, my abused ass pulsing with pain, my
own tender boyballs plugging my pussy, holding back the gallons of dogcum
inside. How did I come to this?

When the Chief of Police arrives, I have watered the dogs, groomed them, and
said my good-byes. I know that if I displease the chief, this will be he
last time I am permitted to serve them. I hear his police cruiser on the
gravel drive outside the kennel, then the car door slam, and the crunch,
crunch, crunch of his boots approaching.

The kennel door swings open and the Chief slowly pokes his head in. A smile
spreads across his face as he spots me in the dim light. I have seen this
look before--the sadistic grin, the menacing twinkle in his shark-blue
eyes--and I know that it always precedes a vicious night of fucking torture.
He tilts his head down almost playfully, and I see the shadow of the huge
bulge between his legs. He is hard, in anticipation of the nightmare that
lays before me.

"Oh baby," he says slowly, letting the words drip from his mouth like
poisoned honey. "If you only knew what was in store for you tonight, you'd
shit where you're standing. Of course all you've got up that boypussy is
some slick-n-salty dogcum, but still, you'd shit for sure."

He turns away and starts walking back to the cruiser.

"Come," he barks, and I obey.

We drive for an hour, and the only sound is his occasional chuckle. Each
little laugh is followed by a quick look at me--his eyes scanning my slim,
hairless body which shivers from the cold and the fear of this night.

We are not alone. In the back of the cruiser is a giant of a dog, a Great
Dane known as "The Monster." Every few minutes Monster's tongue comes
darting through the metal grate between the front and back seat. It runs
over my shoulder and the back of my neck, which is damp with cold sweat.
This is not a playful gesture. Monster can taste my fear. He's getting off
on it. With each swipe of his tongue, my fear grows, and I know without
turning to see, that Monster's big dick is growing too. Soon he is
scratching at the metal, eager to fuck.

"Good thing we're almost there," the Chief says. "Another few minutes and
Monster would be chewing through those bars to get him some pussy. Settle
down, Monster. You'll get a crack at this horny little bitch soon enough."

The cruiser turns off the highway and down a darkened street bordered by
ministorage units. At the end of the road he stops, hanks the horn twice,
and the gate of a 10-foot chainlink fence slides open. A warehouse sits in
the distant darkness ahead. I expect the Chief has chosen an empty warehouse
in the middle of nowhere so my screams will go unheard. Then I realize with
a start of panic that the parkinglot is full.

We step outside and the silence of the night gives me a feeling of
overwhelming dread. I hear the quick bark of a dog from inside. This sets
off a chain reaction as the night explodes into a cacophony of howling,
mewling, barking mutts--as though the warehouse is overflowing with them.

I run.

The Chief doesn't say a word. He doesn't give chase. I have the sensation
that I can escape. I will escape. I know it.

I am twenty yards from the fence when I hear the car door open. I turn and
see Monster in full gallop. I throw myself at the fence, but quickly fall
back to the ground. Monster is on me before I can take hold and start to
climb again. His body covers me and his bared teeth are an inch from my
neck.

"Don't move bitch," the Chief calls out as he approaches. His footsteps are
slow and ambling, and his voice is unconcerned. Monster is growling in my
ear, and his big dogcock---hard from the chase--is jabbing sharp and hot
into my back.

"Monster, stand down."

Monster steps away and sits. The Chief walks up, grabs my ass with one meaty
hand and pulls me back. His other hand reaches down and unzips. In one quick
lunge that big copcock breaks my hole open.

"Fuck that's sweet.  Damn, I love it when they run. Fear makes a boyhole
even tighter. Don't it Monster?"

The Chief is now pumping madly at my cunt, his palms slapping my ass and his
thrusts pushing me forward into the fence. My fingers take hold of the
chainlink and I start to climb again.

"That's it, boy. Go on and try to get away. Just gets my dick harder."

Soon he has pulled me upright, and my feet start climbing the fence. His
hands tug me back down onto his pole and his hips hunch into me faster and
harder. I'm now off the ground, suspended on the fence, impaled on that big
cock and still trying to get away. The fence bulges outward under my weight,
bending and flexing as he fucks at my tight cunt. Gradually I stop my
struggling and give a satisfied groan with every gutwrenching powerpunch to
my boypussy.

"Fuck yeah. Got you primed now bitch," the Chief says. "Shoulda fucked this
hole before we left. You needed a good fucking, didn't you boy?"

"Yes, sir. I needed your cock so bad," I whine. "Fuck me harder, sir. Fuck
me good and hard."

"Don't you worry boy, I'm gonna make you feel every inch of this big'ole
copcock. Glad I get a shot at this pussy before them horny mutts stretch it
all outta shape. All them dog's gonna fuck you wide open. Who's my bitch,
boy?"

"I am sir. I'm your bitch."

"Prove it faggot. Fuck yourself."

I grab the fence and pull myself up and off that meaty cock, then slide back
down, feeling the length of it churn through my pussy.

"That's the way, you fucking whore. Fuck yourself on it. Bury that bone.
Ride that dick down."

Soon I'm bucking and grinding, jumping and twitching, flopping around on the
end of that dick like a bitch trying to take the knot, greedy for the prized
seed building in my stud's balls.

"Fuck yeah. Tight fucking whorehole gripping 'n milking my pole. Treatin'
your daddy right now boy. That's the way daddy likes his boy. Ride that cock
for daddy. Give your man that pussy. Gonna shoot it up inside and make my
boy happy. Ready for my load, boy? Beg daddy for it."

"Please, sir. Please feed me your load. Please feed my pussy. Oh daddy, I
need it so bad."

My hands let go of the fence and I lean back, so just my feet entwined in
the fence wires and that big hard dick  hold me up. The pressure on my hot
twat is immense, and I start squealing. Suddenly my cock starts to shoot.
Long ropes of come shoot out into the night, spraying across my legs and
through the fence. The Chief fucks harder the more I struggle and quake.

I'm now wailing and groaning and, in an instant--just as my eyes start to
roll back and my body feels weightless, electric--the Chief begins blowing
off inside me. Its a long, hard cum. The kind that's stayed bottled up
inside a man's balls for too long. The kind of cum that a man can feel down
to his toes and makes the hairs of his pulsing ballsack stand on end. The
scorching stream of cum boils and sprays in hot bursts. I fall back onto his
cock as he buries his seed.

When he pulls out at last, I fall to the ground. I hear him take a breath as
he grabs me by the hair, pulls me up, and turns me to face him. I avert my
eyes when I see his wild, angry look.

"Now you listen, and you listen good, you sorry piece of faggot ass," the
Chief says through gritted teeth. "I paid a pretty penny for this sorry
cumhole, and I don't mean to be disappointed. This little puppy party is
gonna make me a fair pile of cash tonight, if you don't fuck it up. You
listening, bitch?"

"Yes sir."

"Now, here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna turn around a walk back
there. Go on inside and march to the middle of the floor. Doesn't matter
what you see or what you think, you just go to the middle of the floor.
You're gonna get on all fours, reach back, and spread that pussy. And if you
don't, I'll just let Monster tear your ass apart right here, and then open
them big warehouse doors and let all them other dogs gangrape you on the
spot. You understand me boy?"

I nod.

"Say you understand me boy!"

"Yes, sir," I whimper. "I understand sir."

"Now go."

I walk back toward the warehouse alone in the dark. The heat is rising from
the concrete, but it does not warm me. The dogs are still barking--an angry,
vicious sound. I swing open the door.

I can discern dense crowds of men in the darkness and dozens of  dogs
straining on leashes. In the middle of the warehouse is a circle of light. I
walk toward it obediently. As I do, a hush falls across the room. Even the
dogs give up their howling when I step into the light and get down on all
fours. I place my head to the concrete floor. Reaching back with quivering
fingers, I spread my pussy open. A trickle of cum bubbles up and drips to
the floor with an audible splash. The room is utterly silent as though every
creature inside has taken a collective breath.

My pussylips wink once involuntarily, hungrily. The anticipation is
terrifying, exhilarating. I do not know what the night holds for me, but I
do know that at any moment someone will unleash a dog.