Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 20:12:30 -0700
From: DVNT Puppy <dvntpuppy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lucky Bitch 7

Warning: If sex featuring consenting adult men and their dogs turns you off,
don't read the following. Thanks very much to all who wrote in with
suggestions. They were hot as hell, and I wish I could have used them all.
If you liked the story, or if you have ideas for other stories, don't be
shy! e-mail me at: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com.


I must have lost consciousness around the tenth or twelfth round, and in the
foggy confusion, I am aware only of the continual announcement of breeds, a
constant growling in my ears, the pain of sudden impalement, and an agony of
humping and hurt. I awake with a jolt as an alsatian tries to pull himself
free. His knot is still a brick-hard bulb, but his dick has unloaded and has
no more use for my hole. After an eternity of tugging and tearing, he
finally comes unstuck, and I see stars sparkling the air of the darkened
warehouse.


"Let's hear it for Mack," the Chief calls out to the crowd. "Finally, a dog
who knows how you treat pussy. Pound it hard, pump it full, and pull it off
your dick as soon as you cum."


My body is burning so hot that the dogslime running from my hole no longer
cools as it slops down my thighs onto the concrete. My boytwat is itching
with hunger and desire. I know what it is to need fucking, to ache for
it--and I now understand the insatiable cocklust of a bitch in heat.


My eyes scan the darkness, searching the crowd for an animal that can really
fuck. I spy a huge dark form to my left and start crawling toward it. The
animal sees the ravenous look in my eyes and turns away. I spot another
large beast and watch as his tail dips between his legs.


"Looks like our young pup wants to be the alpha male," the Chief says.
"Thinks she can fuck her way to the top of the pack. Sorry, bitch, guess
it's time to take you down a peg."


The Chief let's out a whistle of two short blasts, and I swear the floor
shakes as a huge, pale dog, the size of a small pony struts confidently into
the light.  He faces me, and I immediately and instinctively drop my head.


The Chief whistles again, and the dog circles the crowd, coming to a stop at
his feet.


"Gentlemen, let me introduce you to a rare breed, an Argentinean fighting
dog, Demonio Diego de Cordoba. That's  Diego, the demon of Cordoba. He's got
a very special talent that will become apparent pretty quickly. Diego,
andate. Andate la puta."


Diego rushes to cover me and knocks the breath out of my body as he plunges
his demon dick inside. Although he's a large dog, the biggest I've had
tonight, I'm still surprised by the heft and girth of his tool and the power
behind it. A low vibrating moan rumbles from my gut as Diego hammers away.


I reach back to fondle his balls and feel the hot tool drilling into my
hole. Diego's cock feels as wide around as a beer can. His balls are full
and flop heavily back and forth as he fucks me. The cameraman steps around
to my rear and zooms in to get a close-up of the penetration. Diego's cock
is purple and glossy looking, with a smooth silvery sheen. Soon I feel his
knot expanding grotesquely, and the movie screen confirms what my hand and
my ass are already telling me: Diego's knot is larger than any that has ever
invaded my ass and is still growing. I look out into the crowd and see the
Chief grinning.


"Gentlemen, what did I tell you? Diego's got the biggest knot of any dog
you've ever seen, and the biggest one that's ever been lodged up this boy's
butt. If it doesn't rip the bitch wide open, he's gonna be hung up tight.
Hang on son, you're in for a hell of a ride."


The knot starts to break through. I watch on the screen as it disappears
inside and my pussy closes up around it. My screams fill the warehouse.


The Chief steps forward. "What's the matter, baby? Not such hot shit now,
are you faggot?"


"Please sir. Please. It hurts so bad. I can't take any more. Please. It
hurts. It hurts so bad."


"Of course it hurts, boy," the Chief says adjusting his big dick in his
uniform trousers. "That's what makes it so fucking hot."


My cries become higher pitched and breathless.


"Listen to that men, that's the sound of a boy in love. That's the sound of
a bitch with a big bone buried deep and loving it. Take that dick, boy. Give
that dog your pretty pink pussy."


"Please. No. Please. Stop. Stop. Please."


"Naw, Diego's not gonna stop faggot. He's not gonna stop fucking for a good
long while." The Chief starts to laugh sadistically. "Something I didn't
tell you boy. Something you should probably know."


"Please make him stop. Please. Please, Sir."


"What you don't know boy, is that this damn dog's been chowing down on
Viagra for three days. He's so fucking horny his dick's gonna stay hard all
night. And I bet your boyhole ain't ever gonna be the same again."


There is no pleasure for me in this fuck. I'm at the mercy of an animal that
will not stop and doesn't know or care how his bitch is suffering beneath
him. His knot continues to grow, stretching my pussy beyond its limit, and
his forepaws are gripped tight around my waist as he humps it deeper.


The crowd moves in closer, and I'm surrounded by men and dogs. I look up,
pleadingly, hoping for at least one man in the crowd to take mercy on me,
for at least one who will save me from this eternity of pain.


A man kneels down at my side and lifts my chin up.


"Smile, bitch."


A sudden flash blinds me, and then another man comes forward to kneel beside
me.


"Smile pretty for the camera, faggot." Another flash. The men are having
their photos taken as Diego powerfucks my pussy, like hunters posing with
their quarry.


Each man takes a turn having his photo taken, a grotesque souvenir of the
night's festivities. And still Diego continues fucking, oblivious to the
drunken laughter, the taunts, and the thrashings and cries of the unlucky
boyhole he is breaking apart with his demonic dogcock. His jiz is squirting
and shooting up inside me, squishing out in hot streams with each
long-dicked thrust. As the last men step forward and the last photos are
taken, Diego is still fucking ferociously, but he's no longer juicing my
hole. He continues dry humping me for what seems like hours.


The raucous laughter and howling of dogs grows quieter. The party is
breaking up. Soon only the cameraman and the Chief are left to watch as
Diego finishes ripping into my sloppy twat. When Diego's knot finally
subsides, he slips from my hole with an audibly wet thwack. My legs are
shaking and cramping as I drop to the floor, exhausted and spent. The
warehouse becomes dark, and there is only the sound of cars and trucks
growing more distant---and the soft sound of my sobbing.


When the warehouse door open again, the morning light pours in, illuminating
the figure of a man. I lift my head and squint into the light. If I had a
tail, it would be wagging right now, as I recognize my master, come to take
me home.


"Hey baby, did you have fun while daddy was away? Did my boy have fun
playing with all them dogs?"


"Oh, Sir, I'm so happy  to see you."


"And I'm happy to see you too, boy." Earl walks around me and lifts my body
up with the toe of his boot. "Been working hard, and you know how horny that
makes your man." Ed unzips his uniform trousers.


"Oh, please, no. Sir. Please. I'm so sore. I can't. Please Sir."


"Shhh. Now you just hush, boy. Daddy's got some candy for you. Nice hard
candy."


"Please sir. Please."


I feel the blunt end of Ed's cock at my hole. "Give daddy some pussy."


Ed drives his cock inside with a hard thrust. It feels like a fire in my
hole. He takes a few slow strokes in and out, making me feel it's length and
power in every inch.


"Shit, boy, this is one sloppy fucking cunt. What the fuck did you do,
swallow a whole pack of dogs?"


Ed takes a few more jabs and pulls out. "Ain't never gonna get my rocks off
this way, bitch. And you're squirting dogjiz like a fucking fire hose. Gonna
have to tighten things up a bit."


He reaches underneath me and starts fondling my balls, which are slick with
dogslime and sweat. He squeezes them solidly.


"Hold tight, bitch. Daddy's gonna put this runty little sack to use."


With one hand Ed begins lifting and twisting my nuts, and then to my horror
begins pushing them toward my hole.


"Gonna pack these in and tighten you up, faggot."


"Oh, please, no. Please stop. Oh, please."


"Hang on baby, Ed's almost finished. There ya go baby."


My master doesn't give me a moment to adjust to having my balls packed into
my pussy before he plunges his dick down hard, sending me reeling.


"Never had you're nuts busted, baby?" Ed grunts as he fucks me. "Makes your
master so happy, makes my dick so fucking hard. Take that dick, baby. Make
your man feel good. Make your man feel fine."


When Ed has finished he zips up, gives my ass a slap, and starts to walk
back toward the open door.


"Please Sir. Don't leave me here. Please Sir. You said you'd take me home."


"I know what I said, bitch. But the situation's changed. Found me a new
kennel cunt. Some faggoty bitchboy hitchhiking on the interstate last week.
Panzer's been tapping his ass regular every day.  That boy's a natural, I
tell you. He's started your old job this morning, down at the station now:
ass high, tight, and full of dogdick."


"Please, Sir. Please take me home."


"Quit your crying, bitch. The Chief's gonna treat you right. Hellfire,
tonight you're gonna be having a high old time, I bet"


"But, sir, I can't take anymore. All those dogs . . . it's too much. I can'
take it."


Ed lets out a short laugh and turns back toward the door. "Not to worry,
son. You're done with them dogs for a while. Tonight's your lucky night.
You're gonna get acquainted with the rest of the police force. The mounted
police."