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发表于 2024-11-20 22:47:17
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Becoming Enzo’s Bitch
One night while we were lying on the floor drinking
wine, smoking marijuana and listening to music he had a
silly idea and I went along. I had a bit too much wine.
I was too agreeable. I couldn’t really believe he would
let anything happen. He was just testing me.
It started out with me lying naked on the carpet and him
getting the dog to sniff my cunt and lick me. He put
peanut butter on me, spreading it on my throat to get
the dog to lick me there. Karl said I was offering the
dog my throat to show I was no threat.
I looked into its inhuman eyes as it watched my throat
hungrily. The dog held me down, its paws on my shoulders
as it lapped up the peanut butter. Karl then smeared
the peanut butter on my chest to get the dog to lick my
breasts and on my face to get the dog to “kiss” me. He
spread the peanut butter on my butt and soon had the dog
nuzzling and licking its wonderful tongue up the crack
of my ass. I was shivering. It was intensely exciting
and frightening. I had never been so close to the big
dog before. I felt exposed and vulnerable.
This was the most wicked thing I had ever done. I was
covered with dog saliva. Karl was pleased. He spread
the peanut butter on my cunt to get the dog to lick me
energetically. The dog growled as it licked me, its
warm, rough tongue getting so deep inside. I have to
admit that vigorous, warm sandpaper tongue was exciting.
I held myself very still while its muzzle was between my
legs and it growled menacingly, but that incredible
tongue would lap and lap and lap.
The licking frenzy was unlike anything I had ever
experienced. The dog was tireless and eager. I shuddered
and Karl laughed as his dog brought me to an awesome
orgasm. When the peanut butter was gone, Karl spread
more on. After awhile, the dog was not interested in the
peanut butter, but continued tonguing me. It was
incredible, relentless and after awhile I was raw and
aching from the tongue.
“He knows his way around females. He’ll figure it out.
Whether it’s a blonde or a Rottweiler, a bitch is a
bitch,” Karl said as he watched his dog licking me,
then circling my body, whining. It seemed confused,
agitated.
Karl said something in French and the dog was suddenly
on me, its forelegs tight around my waist, its hind legs
digging into the carpet. It was humping frantically. I
felt the length of its cock against my belly and I
panicked. I screamed to get it off me.
Karl grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled it off me, it
was still straining to get to me as he pulled its heavy
body away.
I had to take deep breaths to calm down. My heart was
pounding out of control. We were playing a dangerous
game, playing with one of the most profound taboos. The
dog was agitated, growling and whining, trying to get to
me. I could see its erection sticking out hard from
between its rear legs. It was incredible that an animal,
an alien species, could get sexually excited over me. I
was scared, yet thrilled. I felt wicked.
Karl had no conflicting feelings. He was hot. He loved
it. I wanted to make sure he understood I did it for
him.
“That’s what you wanted? You liked seeing that, right?”
Karl’s voice was strangely husky. I could see he was
incredibly excited.
“You were beautiful. You should have seen your face when
you were cumming. God, you’re hot. Sometimes you need to
do what you don’t want to do to demonstrate love.
Sometimes you have to do something that frightens you to
grow as a person. You impressed me.”
As he held me, I thought about what I had done,
remembered how warm that dog’s prick had been against my
stomach. I could still feel it. Enzo had made quite
an impression. I was still shaking. As wild as the dog
was, I felt safe with Karl there. He would protect me.
Karl made love to me on the floor, saying it excited
him to see his dog licking me like I was its bitch, that
it turned him on to smell his dog on me. While Karl
made love to me that night the dog pranced around us,
whining nervously, sticking its cold nose in between us.
I thought that was strange.
When I went to leave at the end of the night I found my
beautiful suede coat was ruined. It had been ripped and
chewed, but, something far more ominous, it was reeking
of dog urine. It had been marked. I was no dog
psychologist, but I knew in my heart that it was very
angry with me and it was sending me a message. I did not
say anything to Karl, though. The coat had been a gift
from him and I did not want him to be upset.
But Karl’s game did not end there.
The very next time we got together he made me offer my
leg to the dog to hump, which it did quite vigorously.
Growling and wolfing as it did. He had been training
the dog to do that before I came over.
And it did not end there.
While we were cuddling on the floor, sipping wine and
smoking marijuana on our next Saturday night date Karl
called his dog and commanded Enzo to lay down next to
us. Karl had waited until I was really high on the
marijuana and he had the dog roll over on its back,
exposing its belly, which Karl said the dog would
never do for anyone else. The dog watched me as Karl
had me lean over and look at the dog’s thing. It started
out innocently enough with me tickling and rubbing the
dog’s belly. The dog liked that, whining and growling
softly as my hand gave it a soothing belly rub.
Karl told me to touch the dog’s penis. “Just touch
it,” he insisted. “See what happens.” I did. The dog
was on its back, its hind legs splayed as I put my
finger down there timidly, gently stroking its hairy
sheath. Karl closed my hand down over the hairy sheath
and made me stroke it. His voice was hoarse. I could
tell he was really getting into this. It was a very
intense moment.
My heart was beating wildly. I was afraid the dog would
bite. “Now kiss it!” Like Enzo, I was trained to obey
him. I had several glasses of wine and I was pretty high
on marijuana. Nothing seemed real. I was giddy and
stupid from the joints he had me smoke. I was giggling.
Soon my face was between the dog’s furry hind legs,
inches away from its penis. I stuck my tongue out and
gingerly licked it, then with Karl’s hand pushing on
the back of my head, I gave it a kiss.
I was amazed to see the glistening grayish pink penis
emerge from its sheath right before my eyes. My face was
down there between the dog’s legs as its cock slide
smoothly from its sheath. It was much bigger than I had
imagined. It was a little like watching the slimy aliens
emerge from the shells in the Alien movie with Sigourney
Weaver.
I tried to back away, but Karl held me firmly in place
so that the pinkish grey canine cock emerged slowly
toward my mouth. I was fascinated by what I was seeing.
The dog’s cock was as big as any man’s, and very long. I
noticed it was bent as it reached its full length and at
its base featured a large bulb wider than the shaft. It
was much different from any man’s penis I had ever seen.
“Kiss it,” Karl said in a low, husky voice. “Kiss your
dog lover.”
I closed my eyes as Karl made me kiss that thing. I
couldn’t believe it was really happening. I couldn’t
believe I was really doing that. The dog was very
aroused. I could feel it was very tense and anxious.
“Now lick it, bitch. Taste it.”
Enzo held still and Karl was silent as the tip of my
tongue came in contact with the dog’s erection. This was
so forbidden! I could smell the dog, it coarse hairs
brushed my nose. The pungent taste filled my mouth. An
erotic stickle warmed my belly.
On Karl’s instructions, I then knelt down on all
fours. Karl was excited. He said we would just see
what the dog would do. I felt the dog sniff me, sticking
its cold nose in my crotch. Then it began licking me
with its warm, rough tongue. It felt like sandpaper on
my pussy.
The dog circled me, sniffing. I knew I was in trouble
from the way its ears were perked up and the hair on its
back was up. The dog got more excited and started
growling a low throaty growl, sometimes making a whining
noise. I made myself hold still. I was doing this for
the man I loved.
I was showing him the totality of my devotion to him.
Karl said something in French and the dog responded
immediately with a yelp and climbed on my back. Its paws
digging at my shoulders, its nails raking my back as the
dog tried to get on me. It was struggling to get a hold
of me, growling, digging its hind feet into the carpet.
I was relieved when it gave up and slid off me. The dog
was not finished with me though, and it circled me,
licking my face and growling as it passed my head. When
it got behind me again Karl repeated his French word
and the dog mounted me again.
This time its front legs locked around my waist with
amazing strength. Its grip was like steel. Its big
chest rested heavily on my back, its muzzle was on my
shoulders and I felt its drool on my skin as the huge
dog started to frantically hump me. I couldn’t believe
this was happening, but I braced myself against its
weight, waiting for it to be over. Its claws scratched
my butt, stinging me.
I was not prepared for what happened next. I hate to
think Karl intended it to happen. Things just got out
of control. I did not think it was possible, but I felt
its cock against my thigh. It was hard, wet and long. It
was also incredibly warm. I started to wriggle and cry,
but the dog growled meanly until I held still. It was
getting desperate. I felt its warm tip touching my pussy
and I thought I would die.
If I thought the man I loved would intervene to spare me
the indignity of being raped by his dog, my hope was
shattered when Karl reached between us and helped
guide the canine cock into me! The big dog was straining
and digging into me, jabbing its warm penis into me,
driving deep into me, as deep as any man had ever gone.
I was stunned and confused by what was happening. I felt
paralyzed by my fear.
I was surprised at how wonderfully warm the dog’s penis
was inside me. It was not an unpleasant sensation. Its
front legs tightened around my waist and I felt like I
was in a vice as the dog humped wildly into me. I was in
a fog. I heard the sounds of the dog’s tags jangling as
it humped me frantically. The buckle on its collar was
scraping painfully along my back. Enzo was growling
and wolfing as it strained into me. It’s back feet
treading the floor.
I felt the dog pressing deeper into me and realized
Karl had his hand on the dog, pressing it down. I
winced as I felt that last inch, that swollen bulb on
the base of its cock, enter me. Karl knew exactly what
he was doing. The dog’s chin and massive chest rested
heavily on my back. I could hear it panting, its drool
on my skin. That strange penis pulsated inside me.
Karl never made a move to stop his dog. I had had
enough. I got panicky.
“Get him off me!” I begged in a shrieking voice.
Karl did nothing. “You might want to keep the knot
out. Otherwise you might get hurt,” he said in that
husky voice.
I had not thought about the knot. I reached down between
my legs and touched the canine prick ramming into me. I
felt its hardness and heat and then I felt the knot. It
seemed huge! It felt like it was the size of a tennis
ball, certainly more than I could handle. In panic, I
clenched my muscles tight and pushed against it with my
fingers.
I was gasping and crying. It was like it was not really
happening. I could not believe it was me this was
happening to. Behind me, I could hear my lover’s voice
encouraging his dog. “Atta Boy! Good Dog. Get her,
Enzo!”
The big dog was out of control.
I tried to calm the dog down with a soothing voice, but
there was no calming this dog. It was an animal, not a
man, not a lover who cared about my feelings. The dog
did not care if it hurt me badly. There was no reasoning
with the beast. Instinct drove it to drive its knot into
me and it certainly wasn’t going to be gentle with me. I
was clumsy and outmatched. With a searing pain and
suddenness that made me scream, the knot was inside me.
Suddenly, the dog froze on me. I felt its muscles tense.
That dog’s penis pulsed strongly three times inside me.
There was an incredible sensation of warmth and fullness
inside me. The dog had been frenzied, and fast. It had
only been on me a few minutes before its come was oozing
down my thighs. I thought it was over, but Karl knew
better.
He warned me not to move. I felt the dog’s cock swelling
inside me, growing bigger and thicker. Its forelegs
still gripped my waist as it rested its massive chest on
my back. The dog was panting quietly. I could feel its
heart beating against my back. I remembered how it took
three men to keep Enzo from damaging the brood bitches
it was bred with. Now I was the brood bitch. There was
an insistent sense of fullness inside me as the
thickened dog cock filled my womb. I had never felt
anything like that before.
“You better not move.”
After awhile, the panting dog raised one hind leg over
my hip. I felt that thick knob at the base of its penis
inside my vagina as it shifted its position until the
dog and I were locked together back to back. It was that
swollen knob that held me to the dog.
“That’s the tie, honey. Don’t fight it. Stay still if
you don’t want to end up in the hospital,” Karl said
in a low whisper.
I was terrified, humiliated.
I stayed “tied” to that dog for several long minutes
before its cock slipped free. I was a mess. I was
trembling. My back was scratched from the dog’s clawing
and I could feel the dog slobber in the scratches. I
looked down and saw blood on my thighs. I worried about
infection.
I couldn’t stop trembling. I crawled away and knelt next
to the sofa, shivering as I tried to compose myself. I
felt sick to my stomach. I needed reassurance from my
boyfriend, but Karl was across the room hugging his
Rottweiler.
“Good dog!” Karl shouted, rewarding the happy beast
with a cookie and patting its head. “Good work!”
I felt ashamed and abused. I was also aching and scared.
I wiped away the tears and found my glass of wine. I
needed something to get the bitter taste out of my mouth
and soothe my stomach. I was sore and bloody.
“You were beautiful, Akiko,” Karl said, as he rubbed
his dog’s head affectionately. “I always wondered what
that would be like. Incredible.”
Like Enzo, Karl’s praise washed away my bad
feelings. I desperately needed to be held by Karl, to
sleep in his arms, to be kissed and reassured that he
loved me. Karl did not hug me, though. He did not want
to confuse his dog.
Karl would not let me clean myself. He thought the dog
would want to do that. The dog was agitated, pacing the
room, growling and barking.
“The dog’s jealous. You’re his bitch now.”
To emphasize that point, Enzo came over and very
aggressively licked me clean.
“Sleep with your lover tonight,” Karl said when I
tried to get ready for bed. He made me sleep on a
blanket on the floor with the dog. I laid curled up with
the dog all night. The dog wanted its space and was not
at all affectionate with me the way it craved affection
from Karl. When I got cold and moved closer to the dog
in the middle of the night for its warmth it responded
with a warning growl. It was crazy.
In the morning Karl scraped oatmeal into the dog’s
bowl and said, “Here’s your breakfast.” He said I had
fleas and smelled like a dog. He only called me by one
name after that – bitch. I was Enzo’s bitch,
exclusively Enzo’s bitch. As if on cue, the dog tried
to nose its way into my crotch. I slowly backed away and
the dog whined as I closed the door.
I went back to my apartment the next day, locked the
doors, took my phone off the hook and kept the lights
off. I filled the tub with scalding hot water and made
myself sit in it for hours as if I could sterilize my
body from that forbidden act. I sat in the tub and cried
out of shame and hurt. I felt abused and betrayed.
I loved Karl so much. I wanted to marry him. He was
just looking to find a woman to sic his dog on. I could
not really hate Karl, though, and after awhile I
started to think about the incredible warmth of the
dog’s cock inside me and I found myself touching myself
until I orgasmed in the water. The orgasm was a intense
physical relief from the stress that had built up inside
me, but it did not relieve me of my guilt. I still felt
so evil.
I did not go to see Karl after that. I was too
humiliated and repulsed by what had happened. I stayed
at my apartment, eating whatever I had in the
refrigerator because I could not bear to go outside. I
slept a lot. I was like those bitches after Enzo had
finished with them.
I was exhausted and sore. I was relieved, though, that
the bleeding had stopped after the first day. I took
several baths a day, brushed my teeth and gargled with
Listerine every hour and dabbed Miss Dior perfume all
over me. I was sore and worried. I missed Karl. I had
loved him more than any man.
I stopped going to work and I did not even care when my
boss called me to tell me I had been fired. I was numb.
After more than a week — the longest stretch I had gone
without my Karl in more than a year — he sent over a
romantic card, a dozen beautiful roses and a dog
biscuit. The dog biscuit was humiliating, but the roses
were wonderful. I missed Karl. He was difficult to
please, but he was the most exciting man I had ever
known.
I wanted to be with him. I made a covered dish of
Karl’s favorite beef stew, dressed the way he liked me
— in a short denim skirt and halter top — and went
over to his house. The dog was tied up out back and
started barking loudly and straining on its chain when
it saw me.
Karl hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. He
patted me on the top of the head, jokingly. He said he
was glad to see me. He sat me down on his sofa and
poured me wine. We ignored the incessant howling of the
dog as best we could as we talked. The dog was going
crazy.
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