by Penny Birch
She was taunting me, showing how the beating hadn’t done anything more than excite her. I made a face, feigning uncertainty and a little irritation.
‘Admit it, Penny,’ she went on. ‘You’re too nice, too much the little middle-class white home-girl. You wouldn’t do anything I couldn’t handle easily. You couldn’t.’
‘No,’ I answered. ‘I couldn’t, probably. Still, I’ve got to try. Have you ever been fucked by a dog?’
‘A dog? Get real.’
‘Oh good, then at least the experience might be new for you, even if you do handle it easily.’
‘Quit joking around, Penny. Come on, make me lick you or whatever you want to do . . .’
She shut up because I had pushed my panties into her mouth, or at least tried to. It was a struggle to get them in, and I had to hold her nose for ages to make her take them. It worked in the end, leaving her glaring at me with just a little piece of white cotton sticking out at one corner of her mouth. I tied them off with my bra, which made a suitably absurd sight with the two cups bulging out over either cheek.
‘There we are,’ I told her. ‘Enjoy the flavour. Now, where was I? Oh yes, dogs, or more exactly one dog, a dog to fuck you. They love to mount girls, you know; in fact, I’m surprised Morris has never taught you the trick. Maybe he’s just never thought of it. It’d make a great cabaret, don’t you think? You and Harmony on stage, mounted by a couple of Great Danes? No? Oh well, perhaps not. Dobermann pinschers might be better, more you, or Old English sheepdogs. Wouldn’t you look funny, with a pair of great big woolly sheepdogs mounted up on your bums, humping away with their tongues lolling out? No? A giant poodle then? Tall, plenty of leg to let him get at you, a big cock I dare say and surely the most humiliating choice? Still no? My, we are a fussy one!’
She had been shaking her head vigorously as I spoke, so vigorously in fact that I wondered if I hadn’t touched a nerve. Certainly she was shivering, and possibly beginning to think I was serious.
‘For now,’ I went on, ‘I doubt we’ll be able to be choosy about breeds. Still, I imagine this is Labrador country, so we should be OK. I would think most owners will be happy to let their pet hump you if I ask nicely. Obviously they can have a go first. How would that be, a nice country gentleman in your pussy before his doggy has a turn? Nice?’
She was still shaking her head, genuinely worried, but I could see in her eyes that she was thinking I’d never really be able to persuade a dog owner to go through with my filthy scheme.
‘Maybe you’re right,’ I admitted. ‘Men can be funny about these things. Odd really, you’d think anyone with a cock in their trousers would leap at the chance of having you from the rear, and any gentleman would surely not wish to deprive his dog of his own share. Yobs would be better: they’d fuck you, then cheer the dogs on. No, it’s not really worth the risk of rejection.’
I patted her bottom, just firmly enough to make her cheeks quiver, then sat down on the pine trunk, directly over her back.
‘Another animal perhaps, something lewder than a dog, something with a dirty image. Hmm, yes. Did you see the piggies just before we parked? With their cute little piglets? They were all sows, of course, the big ones. The boar will be kept in a little field well off the road, maybe an orchard, that’s how they used to keep them. He’ll be bored, and very frustrated, what with several hundred females the other side of the hedge. I’m sure a nice, plump human girl would be just his thing. After all, you’re in the right pose for a pig, bum up, pussy sticking out behind. You even look a bit like one. You’re nice and juicy too; he’d be able to smell you. I doubt I’d even have to lead him; he’d probably mount you of his own accord. After a good snuffle at your pussy that is, they like that. He’d poke his big, rubbery nose in, nuzzling it between your pussy lips. He might get right in, with his snout stretching out your hole while he gave you a good lick with his fat, piggy tongue. At the least you’d get your pussy and bum licked, just for the salt.’
I trailed a finger up between her legs, touching her pussy, briefly burrowing inside the wet hole and giving her bumhole a tickle. There was serious consternation in her face, and I knew I was getting to her. I continued.
‘Once he’d made sure you were ripe and ready, he’d mount you, just as if you were a real sow, climbing on your back and prodding at your rear until it went in. They’re not very large, pigs, cock-wise, but big enough, and spiral. Imagine it, Melody, his weight on your back, his trotters resting either side of your neck. The cock prods at you, bumps twice, slips in the crease of your bum, finds your pussy and he’s in, a big, fat pig, rutting between your buttocks, in your pussy, up you, with the long, spiral cock working in and out of your vagina as you’re fucked. That’s right, Melody, fucked by a pig.’
She was squirming a bit and her breathing was coming hard, just like mine had done when being prepared for the spit. Panting through the nose is less than dignified, but when trussed up with everything showing it’s no more than a minor detail. I gave her a happy smile and went on.
‘I’d do it, too, only I’m not sure you’d notice much difference between the boar and Morris. A horse might be better. We passed a riding school on the way down, didn’t we? I’m sure we did. I wonder if they’ve got something suitable for you. Did you know Catherine the Great is supposed to have been fucked to death by a horse? So I believe, anyway, a charger I imagine. Don’t worry, I’d go for something calmer, a nice, sedate old cart horse with a cock three feet long and as thick as my ankle. Still tricky, of course, I’d have to keep hold of him. I could rub him on your pussy until you’re really dripping, then see how much will go up, then jerk him off all over your bum. No? You are a fuss-pot, Mel. It’ll have to be something, you know: you’re not getting away with it, and I mean that.’
She was getting in a fine state, much as I had done on the spit. Logically she might be sure I either wouldn’t, or couldn’t, carry out my threats, but logic is hard to maintain when you’re tied up, effectively in the nude and under someone else’s power, as I well know. I gave her bum another gentle pat.
‘I wonder if there’s a zoo nearby,’ I mused. ‘A baboon would be perfect, a mandrill rather. Imagine his little bright-blue buttocks slapping up and down on your big brown ones! What a sight! No, I must stick to practical ideas. Hmm, dog, pig, horse, what else might there be? There must be deer in these woods, but I imagine they’d be too shy, even with you helpless. A bull would be fun, but I doubt I could handle one, a ram likewise. Oh well, it looks like it’ll just have to be a dog, and it will be a dog, Melody Rathwell, even if I have to kidnap one.’
There was real worry in her eyes as I dressed, without my bra and panties, of course, but outwardly respectable. I ignored her, saying nothing and finally putting my anorak over her head and tying it in place with an arm dangling down in front of her face like a ridiculous trunk so that she could breathe easily. With her helpless and deprived of both speech and sight, I left, feeling thoroughly pleased with myself.
It was just as well she knew nothing about the country, because a fair bit of what I’d said had been made up. With her background in London, New York and San Francisco I had felt sure I was on safe ground, and it seemed to have paid off. Not that she could have challenged me with her mouth stuffed full of my panties, but no doubt had shown in her eyes.
The thing was, she would probably have done it to me, had she been able. So when I had her helpless she naturally assumed I would go through with it myself. I couldn’t, unfortunately, although I had turned myself on so much that had a friendly farmer appeared as I reached the track and offered the loan of his pig I would have accepted and let him have Melody first into the bargain.
No farmer appeared, nor anybody else, and as I ran back to the car the sole evidence of humanity was the rattle of a train from the far side of the wood. In the back of the car was my masterpiece, hastily constructed with only minor assistance from Amber.
She had a pair of tight leather shorts with a ring behind
the fly into which a dildo can be fitted. I had borrowed both the design and the dildo, creating a garment of which I felt I could be proud. Essentially it was a furry body-suit, made of synthetic brown fur and cut much like an Edwardian bathing costume. With it on I was furry from chest to knees, while a fly allowed the dildo to be fitted as needed. I had even used longer fur on the belly piece and around the crotch, just like a real dog, while a pair of paw gloves added the final touch of realism. The dildo was a fine object as well, designed not for two girls to fuck together as with a normal double dildo, but very definitely for one girl to fuck another. It was as thick as a good-sized cock, eight inches in length and moulded in loving detail to resemble a particularly grotesque erection. It also had balls, currently filled with single cream which could be ejaculated to order. The final touch was a ribbed area that pressed to the wearer’s crotch, allowing her to bring herself off on it while she fucked her partner.
While no more indecent than a leotard, at least until the dildo was fitted, the costume was hardly normal country wear, so I bundled it quickly into a plastic bag and started back to where I had left poor Melody. Going back I had an awful vision of her having got free, waiting for me with her mind seething with a whole range of awful punishments. Fortunately she was where I had left her, very still, listening. It was impossible not to grin. Her pose left her bum stuck right at me, her pussy so blatantly flaunted that I doubted if any man coming across her could have resisted fucking her.
I stripped off and put the doggy suit on, quietly, but deliberately breaking a couple of twigs to make Melody start. When ready I did a little listening myself and began to walk towards her. I have had a lot of practice at being a dog, having played at puppy-girls with Amber often enough to bark and pant realistically and put in yet more practice while making my outfit. As I approached Melody I gave it my best effort, panting, snuffling and giving a pleased yip, all interspersed with my own voice, making friendly remarks to the dog. It must have been a fair performance, because it had poor Mel squirming in her bonds.
‘Hi, Melody, I’m back,’ I announced as I reached her. ‘This is Fido. I don’t know his real name, but Fido will do. Good boy, Fido. Fido is a very friendly Alsatian whose owner is somewhere across the wood, and doubtless worried, so we mustn’t be too long, must we?’
She squirmed her bottom and shook her head, or rather my anorak, with the trunk like sleeve waving wildly as she moved. I ignored her and went back to my doggy imitations before starting to speak again.
‘OK, Fido, Melody. Melody, Fido. I always feel it’s polite to be introduced before you fuck. Yes, that’s right, Fido, you can smell pussy, can’t you? Nice plump pussy. Come now, don’t be shy: you can have it, you know. Come on, up you come . . . My, you have got a beauty.’
I mounted Melody, pressing my furry tummy to her rear. She gave a little, despairing grunt deep in her throat and tried to wiggle her bottom, but I was already probing with the dildo.
‘You should be pleased, Mel,’ I continued. ‘He’s got a lovely big cock. I can see it, right up between your pussy lips. I bet that feels nice. Come on, Fido, in we go. Do stop wriggling, Mel!’
Writhing would have been a better word, but she was tied too tightly to stop me. I kept prodding, sometimes missing on purpose just to string out the fun but finally finding her hole and slipping easily inside.
‘There we are,’ I chided. ‘That’s not so bad, is it, now it’s up? Good boy, Fido, enjoy your fuck.’
Melody had stopped struggling, presumably resigning herself to a doggy fuck now that the cock was actually in her. I began to hump her, using quick, urgent pushes the way Henry’s Rasputin did it. My intention had been to come up her like that, but she was so acquiescent it clearly wasn’t enough. I was going to have to bugger her. I let the dildo slip out and rubbed it in her crease, smearing juice over her anus, just a few times before entering her again.
‘Good idea, Fido,’ I remarked. ‘Bumholes are just that little bit tighter, don’t you think? Good boy, come on, let Auntie Penny help.’
I had quickly flicked my paw glove free, and put my hand to the dildo, guiding it out and pushing it to her bumhole. She squeaked and thrashed, frantic to keep it out of her anus, tensing her hole as I prodded and lifting up so the dildo would slide back into her pussy. Each time it happened I fucked a little more, only to take it out and once more press it to her anus. She kept fighting, and I could imagine her feelings, resigned to the fucking but determined she wasn’t going to suffer the added degradation of buggery.
‘Sorry, Mel, but it’s bumhole time for you,’ I told her. ‘Come on, Fido, she’ll be ever so tight in her bottom. That’s it, good boy, push.’
She kept fighting, but I was determined, and as her anus became more and more slippery with her juice she found it harder and harder to defend. Finally it happened, my knob jamming in her ring, opening it, slipping once, then finding the hole and popping inside to ease a good two inches into the slippery cavity of her rectum. I jammed the rest in, keeping up the quick, purposeful thrusting motion and ignoring the peculiar noises Melody was making as what she fondly imagined was a dog’s cock worked its way up her back passage.
‘Good boy!’ I crowed. ‘Oh that does look nice, Mel. Come on, enjoy it, feel his nice big prick in your bumhole. Squeeze on him, he’ll love that. Good boy, Fido, come on, give her a good bumfucking and come up her pretty rear-end. Push a bit more, that’s right, all the way in, so your balls slap her pussy. She’ll like that.’
Once I was in I began to bugger her, keeping my pace and rubbing my pussy against the ridges of the dildo. With the glorious sight of her bottom spread bare in front of me and the dildo protruding from my furry belly and into her hole I knew I would soon come. It was even worth getting into the more human position, just to watch her anus move as I buggered her.
I held it there for a long time, watching her shiver as I buggered her, feeling my front slap on her full bottom with each push, hugely enjoying my power over her and the knowledge of what would be going on in her head. Nude, on her knees, being buggered by a dog. Melody, beautiful, strong, dominant Melody, tied and gagged with a pair of my panties, beaten and teased, now with a shaggy, rutting Alsatian on her back, first in her pussy, then up her bottom, her glorious, big, round, dark bottom, with the hole straining on an animal’s penis, a dog’s penis . . .
As my climax hit me I bit my lip hard, determined not to cry out despite the waves of overwhelming ecstasy that were flooding through my brain. For the peak I held myself deep up her bottom, imaging my doggy alter-ego about to come. Melody grunted through her gag and I jammed myself hard against the ball sack, squashing it flat and spurting a half-pint of ersatz dog sperm up her bottom.
She made the most extraordinary noise as her rectum filled, a great pig-like snort that may have expressed a helpless surrender to pleasure, perhaps disgust, or may just have been the effect of the air being knocked from her lungs as the cock was jammed to the very hilt up her bum. I held myself in for a long time, letting the cream fill her as my orgasm died slowly away. Only when the last faint echoes had died did I start to pull back, easing the dildo slowly out so as not to hurt her and leaving her bumhole gaping wide as the cream began to ooze back out.
I sat back on my haunches, watching as the creamy white mess spurted and bubbled from her anus, in pulses as her muscles struggled to recover from the stresses of sodomy. It was dribbling down her pussy, filling the open hole and clotting in her hair, running down her labia and dripping from her clit. Her buttocks were moving, too, clenching and spreading in time to her breathing.
It was only fair to let her come, especially when she was probably too far gone to realise that it wasn’t a dog licking her. I put my face to her pussy and dabbed my tongue into the cream. It tasted nice, sweet and rich and also of girl, and I began to lap, cleaning it from her lips. She wriggled at first, as much as she could, trying to push my face away. Not for long though, and I knew she had abandoned even the decency
of pretending to resist as she groaned deep in her throat and pushed her bottom up and back, opening herself to my tongue.
I could see no reason to keep her anguish short, and made a thorough job of her bottom, licking up the cream as it dribbled from her sodden anus, and cleaning her ring when it had finally managed to close properly. Her pussy lips came next, with my tongue burrowing in among her hair until I had cleaned all I could reach. Finally I took mercy on her, lapping out the pool in her vagina, slurping the full length of her sopping pussy, lower and lower, until at last I was licking her clit.
She immediately began to grunt through her panty gag and tried to rub her bottom in my face. I kept licking, feeling her muscles clench as she started to come. As it hit her she began to writhe her bottom about, sobbing deep in her throat and bucking up and down in a crazy fucking motion. She was grunting more and more loudly, then out came the most abandoned, doleful groan, the noise of a girl who has let a dog lick her to orgasm and enjoyed every second of it despite herself.
Perfect timing was needed, so I waited just long enough for her to come off her high and start wondering what was going on before giving her a playful slap on the bum and telling her it had been me all along. I expected some anger, but was prepared to argue my case about the spit-roasting. She did call me a bitch, a sadistic ass-bandit and a number of other expressions she’d picked up in the States, most of which I didn’t understand. She wasn’t cross though, more menacing, the way she was before wrestling matches.
I explained that I’d done it to her to make things even after the spit-roasting incident, but she was less than impressed. My suggestion that she should take her feelings out on Harmony and so balance things between the three of us was even less well received. Rather than accept my reasoning she told me I had a choice. Let her go now and she would content herself with rubbing my face in the dirt while she beat me with a willow switch. Leave her and she’d spend the next year training up a litter of giant poodles to mount girls, just for me.