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Donnie\'s Bitch
Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Homecoming
Angela woke to a buzzing, and after a few minutes realized it was between her legs and not in her head. It could only be coming from her Ben-Wah balls she had bought not long after she had thrown out her perverted and useless husband. Obviously Amanda has been snooping around in her bedside table, “This could be rather distracting,” she thought. The vibration was set too low to allow an orgasm, but was certain to keep her sexually frustrated.
A little wiggle confirmed further suspicions. Amanda had inserted one ball in her pussy and the other in her arse. “That fucking little shit!” she mumbled to herself. Craning her neck, she looked around; her hands were now above her head and held with the chain that was originally attached to her collar. “HER collar?” Angela thought as another twinge coursed from her already wet pussy up to her permanently hard nipples. What on earth had made her claim ownership of this leather collar her daughter had forced upon her. Angela shook her head trying to clear the thought and examined her bindings for weak points. Her hands were now in what looked like fingerless mittens, doubled up into fists and secured into leather gloves with tiny padlocks. On the end of the mittens were chrome rings attached to the chain which was then wrapped around the headboard.
“There’s certainly no help there!” She told herself.
Angela struggled in vain. Her ankles were still tied to the posts at the bottom of her bed. Although her movements were severely restricted, she was fairly comfortable and could quite easily have dropped off to sleep if it weren’t for the incessant vibrations permeating her groin. What didn’t help matters either was the DVD repeating her deviant display with Donnie over and over again for her as a reminder what her torment was all about.
Angela then turned her head to the clock; it was now 1am. It had been 10.30 when she had gone to bed and about an hour later, 11.30, when Amanda had woken her so drastically; allowing an hour of abuse, 12.30, she took until she fainted from her orgasm. Something that now totally embarrassed her. She figured she’d been out for about thirty minutes, plenty of time for Amanda to tie her up for a miserable nights sleep.
Amanda on the other hand went to bed pleased with herself. She was nervous at first, but as the encounter progressed she felt she had the upper hand, and that her mother seemed to be displaying submissive tendencies; she was now determined to take full advantage of them. Unlike her mother she slept soundly.
Angela had just come down off her latest orgasm. One of too few she had worked hard for and managed to squeeze out during the night, when Amanda bounced into her bedroom. The DVD was still playing her transgression, as were the balls still working away inside her now very sore and saturated holes. Angela looked a sight; her hair matted with perspiration, the room smelling strongly of the musky scent of cunt juices, and the bed was soaked with it all.
“Good morning mother! Sleep well I hope?” Amanda smirked; switching off the DVD, knowing full well that if the bitch had gotten more than an hour of sleep she’d be doing well. She herself had time to shower and have a light breakfast of toast and coffee before coming in to see her.
Angela moaned as tears rolled down her face. “Please Amanda, release me, I’m sore, and thirsty and I really need to use the bathroom.” Angela completely forgot to chastise her daughter for the balls. The night had played hard on her mental capacity, and all she wanted now was freedom and would agree to anything to achieve it.
Amanda ran her finger across her mother’s forehead brushing a stray wisp of saturated hair from her face. “I bet you do mother, you look absolutely awful; not to mention you smell like a whore after a hard night at work. I could smell you from down the hall.” Angela’s face reddened with embarrassment; she had always been diligent with her feminine hygiene and knew exactly how she must smell.
“But…” Amanda went on, “I’m sorry to say, I don’t have time to take care of your personal needs, I have an appointment to see Sam today, and I’m running a little late as it is. And you certainly wouldn’t want that. Would you mother?” Amanda chortled sarcastically.
Angela look wide eyed at her daughter, “But you can’t leave me like this! I need to use the bathroom. I’ll pee myself if I don’t go soon, and I feel disgusting just as I am now. Please Amanda, I beg you; untie me.” To say Angela was getting desperate would have been an understatement; she looked to her daughter with pleading eyes.
Amanda smiled, “Yes mother I agree! You are disgusting! Not just in how you look and smell but in all aspects of your life,” Amanda watched fresh tears roll down her face. “Relax mother, stop crying or you’ll dehydrate yourself. I have no intention of leaving you lazing around here all day like lady muck.” With that she got up and moved to release Angela’s left leg from the bed post.
Angela breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you Amanda, I… I promise I’ll make it all up to you, I’ll do everything you say, I promise.”
Amanda smiled, “I’m sure you will mother, now flex your leg; let’s get some blood flow going. Bring it up to your bottom.” Angela did as she was told, relieved to have movement back in her limb. Before she knew what was happening Amanda slipped a leather buckled loop over her knee; slid it down and tighten it securely, thus securing her ankle to her upper thigh.
Angela tried to stop her but to no avail, “What are you doing?” she whimpered.
“Just getting you dressed mother, you have acted like a bitch and you like dogs so much; I thought that maybe you’d like to spend a little time like a real bitch and this will effectively keep you on all fours; especially since those mittens will certainly stop you from using your hands.”
Angela whined but realized that she wasn’t going to be given any choice. Amanda finished strapping her mother’s legs, then unlocked her mittens from the headboard and rolled her to an upright position. “Here! Let me give you a hand… Ohhhh dear would you look at that! You still have those nasty balls.” Amanda turned off the vibrator and removed the balls, much to Angela’s relief and embarrassment. “And look, your arse is stuck to the sheet from the nasty cum you’ve been drooling out of your cunt all night long.”
She chuckled, delighted with rubbing her mother’s nose in her predicament. “We’ll just get that off and … there now! …slide off the bed. That’s it!” Angela now stood, if you could call it that, on all fours. Amanda clipped a dog leash to her collar and led her out of the bedroom. Her progress was stilted, stiff from being bound all night and not use to crawling on hands and knees and hampered by her lower legs bound up against her thighs.
“Please darling, let me go to the bathroom, freshen up and put something on,” Angela begged. But her heart sank as they passed by the bathroom door.
“Where I’m taking you; you won’t need a shower or clothes, and you can pee anywhere you want. I’m sure that your companion won’t mind in the least.” Angela froze, dreading to even contemplate what her daughter was saying but couldn’t contain herself.
“Companion?” Angela asked. “What do you mean …?”
Amanda almost burst out laughing at her mother’s concern, “Well, you can’t expect to be left on your own; not now with your new status.” Angela tried to stop, but Amanda jerked the leash and the collar bit deep into Angela’s neck choking her, making her follow reluctantly. “Now be a good little doggy and stop fighting me, you can’t win; I’m the one holding your leash from now on.” Angela started weeping all over again as she was dragged unceremoniously down stairs and out into the backyard. Her knees hurt as she crossed the patio; she felt decidedly exposed for good reason as she looked around clearly distressed by what people might say if they saw her like this.
The yard was fairly well protected from view from the laneway running adjacent to the back fence and parkland behind. Still there were some small gaps that showed in the palings. Angela doubted that anyone could see through from the other side without actually getting their eye right up to the fence. Being out in the yard naked and bound made her sick, with her stomach cramping from nervous tension.
Angela suddenly knew exactly where Amanda was taking her. Donnie’s enclosure ran the full length down the side of the back of the yard, taking up about a quarter of the available space. It was approximately fifteen feet wide with the gate up near the house. Donnie not only saw the two women coming, he could also smell the now familiar scent of one on heat, and he was enthusiastically jumping up at the gate and barking with canine joy.
“Look! Donnie’s happy to see you mother,” Amanda giggled. “I’m sure he’ll be only too pleased to look after you until I return this afternoon.”
Angela groaned, “Please! No! Amanda, please! You know what he’s going to do when you put me in with him!”
Amanda nodded, “Yes mother! I also know that shouldn’t worry a little dog fuck slut like you. In fact; I thought you’d appreciate the attention Donnie will lavish on you.”
The anguish on Angela’s face was growing more prominent by the minute. The terrible humiliation was also making her pussy juices run down her legs in ever increasing quantities.
Amanda ordered Donnie away from the gate. She could see he was reluctant to obey, but eventually he backed up and allowed Amanda to guide her mother into his compound and unclip her leash. He immediately pounced on Angela searching her crotch with his tongue. Angela groaned and complained until Donnie’s tongue flicked across her clit bringing a squeal of astonishment from amongst her moans of anguish.
“There you go mother. Home at last! I’ll leave you two love birds alone to get on with… well with whatever it is you do.”
Giggling, she latched the gate and walked back towards the house. Angela caught her daughter’s attention while trying to avoid the inevitable. “Wait! I need something to drink and eat; and you promised that I could go to the toilet.” She whined as she backed into the corner of the compound trying to avoid Donnie’s probing tongue.
Amanda stopped and lowered her head, but never turned around, “No mother, I never promised to let you use the toilet, I said you would have ample opportunity to pee, anywhere you want inside that kennel compound. You know dogs don’t use toilets. Donnie just goes down the back as you will have to, and as far as food and water,” she pointed back over her shoulder to Donnie’s water bucket and food bowl, “You’ll have to share with your lover.”
Angela’s face screwed up in anger. “You fucking bitch! Amanda, I hate you! I fucking hate you so fucking much!” She screamed while still fending off Donnie.
Amanda turned with a sad smile on her face, “I know mother, and I think I’ve always known, but I’m still unsure if the feeling’s mutual. I’ll see you this afternoon, have fun mother.” Amanda walked off into the house but she wasn’t feeling as satisfied with herself as she had the night before.
Amanda went to her mother’s bedroom. “Geezus, this room smells like a pair of week old knickers,” she said to herself as she opened all the windows to let in a bit of fresh air. Stripping off the bed sheets; she turned the bed over and remade it with fresh sheets from the linen closet. She was spraying a little air freshener around when she heard an anguished cry from down stairs. “Woops! Sounds like Donnie has finally nailed her,” she speculated as she wandered over to the window. The view that held her attention for a short while was of her mother. Her face was being ground into the dirt as Donnie slam fucked her from behind. Angela was still crying, even as her hips betrayed her and began to move with sexual rhythm as the mating continued with Donnie mounted on top of her. Amanda grimaced, “Are we enjoying ourselves now, mother?” she said to herself before returning to the task at hand.
She started to gather up her mother’s clothes and belongings, packing them in large plastic garbage bags. Then went to her old room and transferred all her clothes and knickknacks to her new, master bedroom.
.~…~.
Amanda knocked softly on the door.
“Yes?” was all the answer she got.
“Sam! It’s me, Mandy. May I come in please?” she said hesitantly.
There was a long silence which made Amanda more nervous than she already was.
“Please Sam, I have some good news.”
The door slowly creaked opened and Sam peeked out from behind it, “Tell me my family has been vaporized in an atomic bomb blast. Tell me you’ve found away to go back in time and erase the last week. If not; then you really have nothing to say!”
Amanda swept tears from her eyes. She felt the rejection from the one person that meant everything to her and castigated herself for not doing more to stop her mother before things got this bad. “I know how you must feel. But, please let me in and I’ll explain. I’m almost sure you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”
Samantha left the door open and walked back across the room to look vacantly out the window; Amanda took this as an invitation to enter.
“Sam?” she whispered. “I love you!”
Those three simple words in the past had always elicited a joyous response, but today Sam was silent and lost within herself. Sam stared out the window. It was a bright sunny day; the trees waving in the slight breeze and the sweet chirping of birds seemed to mock her morose disposition. It was a good day for being outdoors when they sang; only she didn’t feel like being out there. She wanted to hide. Hide from her parents, her family, her friends, their friends, in fact; she wanted to hide from the whole damned world, and she began to weep, “No Mandy you don’t! How can you know what I feel? I don’t blame you, I dragged you into all this; it’s my fault entirely; I don’t deserve you, I’m an abomination!” Sam really didn’t know what she was saying. Thoughts and emotions cascaded through her mind like leaves swirling in a blustery wind. She brought her hands to her face and wept openly. “My family and everyone says…” she broke down and couldn’t go on racked with pain and anguish.
Amanda started crying openly as well. “Don’t say that,” Amanda told her. “You’re not an abomination. I love you! I always have and I always will. You never dragged me into anything. You were the strong one. You were strong enough to embrace your sexuality knowing full well how your parents felt about our kind of love. I was the weak one! I was afraid to put myself on the line; afraid to confront my mother. Hell! I was so weak couldn’t even stop her from telling your parents.” Amanda hesitated, wanting to hold her lover, “That doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you then or now. This has taught me to stick up for what I think is right and never back down. You stood up to your parents and didn’t back down. It cost you dearly and for that I’m truly sorry but you taught me to be true to who I am.”
Amanda went over and put her arms around Sam. She struggled but Amanda was determined not to let her go. Finally Sam gave up in despair. Amanda bent her head and nuzzled her neck, “I do love you so! More than life itself! I can’t go on without you,” She whispered into her lover’s ear. Sam slumped into Mandy’s arms with heaving sobs. “You were strong for me whenever I needed you,” Amanda said, “I’m here for you now; no one will ever keep us apart. I promise you this!”
Samantha looked into Amanda’s eyes sniffling, “Do you really mean it? You’re not just saying that to… to make me feel better?”
Amanda let out a nervous chuckle between sniffles of her own, fingers swiping at another line of tears streaking down her own face. “Of course I’m saying it to make you feel better, silly, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s the truth. You know! I can’t remember one day in my entire life that you haven’t been apart of. You see; you’re just as much a part of me as my own heart. In fact, I’d rather have it torn from my chest than lose you. I know it sounds corny but you’re the last one I think of at night and my first thought in the morning.”
Sam was touched, truly taken with Mandy’s proclamation of love and devotion. She sniffed and chuckled, “Ohhhh boy! I never realized that you felt as strongly as that. I always wondered if…” Samantha left it unsaid, a little embarrassed at Mandy’s verbalization “Do you remember Brad?” she asked, giving herself a little time to recover.
“Yeah, sure I do and I think he’ll remember you till the day he dies. Boys don’t really like being punched out by girls.” Mandy laughed. “It’s very humiliating you know!”
“Well he shouldn’t have tried to kiss you.” Sam said a little more light heartedly.
“Hmmmm, jealousy is a curse! But nice for the ego; in fact that was the time I really knew for sure that our relationship was something more than just friends.” Mandy responded.
By this time Amanda and Samantha were sitting lightly on her bed, arms around each other reveling in each others tenderness. “So what is it you have to tell me?” Sam broke in on the harmony.
“Ohhhh, I just wanted to tell you that my mother’s a bitch.” Mandy said with a smile.
Sam looked a little puzzled as she wiped a few lingering tears from her face, “You came over here to tell me that? I already know you’re mother’s a bitch, I mean no offence but…!”
Amanda waved it off trying to regain her own composure, “None taken, to be more accurate; she’s a hypocritical bitch.”
“So what’s that got to do with…?
.~…~.
Amanda had not been inside the house more than five or ten minutes when Donnie was triumphant. Angela struggled with him for as long as she could. But she was tired, the lack of sleep and hunger, along with the straps on her legs kept her from getting up or asserting herself. That made it inevitable that he was going to win in the end. Donnie knocked her over and as she tried to get up, her rear end was in just the right position for him and he took full advantage of it. With a sudden leap he was on top of Angela, pinning her to the ground. Thrusting his now prominent appendage into her already tender pussy, he impaled his bitch, bringing his cock home to where he knew it belonged. Angela shrieked as pain shot up through her stomach; even though she was wet with her own juices, Donnie’s impatience, due in no small measure to her fighting him off; exacted a painful penetration of which Angela had never before felt. Donnie pinned Angela to the ground with his paw; his weight was enough to push her face into the dirt. This wasn’t her idea of a good time; in fact she felt she was decidedly being raped. She felt Donnie expand, and felt her cunt stretching to accommodate a massive knot almost the size of a tennis ball, “Ohhhh fuck! She grunted and panted in pain, “Now I’m trapped until he’s finished; and that could be awhile.”
Pain and pleasure mixed as they streaked up though her tortured body, exploding into Angela’s brain. Donnie finished thrusting and stood over her drooling on her neck, panting from the exertion of mating; just as Angela heard her car start up and back out of the drive. Angela sobbed and cursed her daughter. Donnie shrank and dropped out of her sore and battered slit sometime after she heard the car drive off down the road.
Angela cried as cum spewed from her pussy and cramps rippled through her lower abdomen. Walking over to his water bucket, Donnie drank heartily. Once finished he turned and upset the food bowl in the process, tipping its contents into the dirt. Sniffing the dry food with little interest he wandered back to his kennel completely satisfied. She crawled slowly over to the water with her thirst growing by the minute. Inspecting the water she saw bits and pieces floating in it. The sight made her cringe at the idea that she might have to avail herself of the water.
“God that looks disgusting.” She cried. Angela felt so used and abused. With dog cum still running down her legs, she inspected her reflection in the water. Her face was covered in dirt, with her sweat turning it almost to mud. If Angela had believed in guardian angels; then hers had forsaken her. “How can I drink out of that?” She thought. But her dry throat won out in the end and she steeled herself. Just as she felt she could be pushed no lower, another rung appeared on this ladder to hell. She found the mittens effectively reduced her to drinking like a dog. Angela dropped her head into the bucket to quench her thirst while her stomach tried to rebelled, but she managed to keep it down. She knew she didn’t need to eat, knowing she could go days without having to and so refused to even try.
That’s when her bladder again made its presence felt, she had to quickly get down to the back of the enclosure to relieve herself. Running on all fours was something else Angela wasn’t used to so she started to pee herself before she got there. Squatting like a bitch with her knees spread as far as possible, as her pee splash her legs, she looked around feeling humiliation and degradation overtake her once more.
After relieving herself, she decided to see if she could get out of this hell hole. Getting back to the gate, she raised herself up to the latch, but it was too high to reach; not with her legs bent and with her mittens she found climbing impossible as well. Pawing at the straps in frustration she realized she was trapped until Amanda decided to release her. Angela beat on the gate in frustration and for the hundredth time cursed her daughter. Fatigue was over taking her as she lent against the gate. Crawling over to the kennel, Angela looked inside trying to decide if she wanted to lay down in there or out here. She saw little shade outside and what there was would most likely move in time. It’d probably get quite hot; besides; she felt a little too exposed. Donnie was already inside laying down; he looked up at her and then put his head back down again.
“He’s smugly satisfied!” Angela thought, remembering some of her conversation with Amanda last night. “You hadn’t better start snoring, you mother fucker.” She said with distain. The irony was all but lost on her.
.~…~.
Samantha still couldn’t believe what Mandy was saying, “Fucking the dog!” She said in disbelief.
Amanda nodded, “Yeah well it’s not something I understand either, but I have the tape to prove it.”
“And why are you telling me? I mean it’s … it’s something I’d try to cover up, Ohhhh wow; this must be so embarrassing for you. Down on her hands and knees?” she added.
Amanda nodded again, “That’s how I felt at first but then I got angry, and wanted to beat the crap out of her. Then I remembered the saying, ‘Don’t get angry! Get even!’ So anyway, mother isn’t in any position to pass judgment on us about our relationship. Amanda was nervous about what she was going to say next.
“Sam!” she said; making sure she had her attention. “I have something I also want to ask you, I have given it a lot of thought, and I really, really hope you feel the same.”
Samantha looked to Amanda with interest and smiled, “Sure Mandy, for you anything!” As she felt her mood brighten a tad.
Sam was a little perplexed when Mandy got down on one knee, “Sam! I would like to… to Ummmm… ask you if you would…” Amanda’s nerves were drying her mouth out and she found it hard to finish what she wanted to say. Sam knelt down in front of her, misinterpreting Amanda’s nervousness for not feeling well. “Please Sam! Stand up.” Amanda said and so Sam still with a puzzled look on her face did as asked. “I… I want you to marry me!” Mandy blurted out; and before Sam could reply she went into a torrential rhetoric of why she was asking, “I love you Sam, I always have, I always will, you don’t have anywhere to go, and you can’t stay here. I don’t know if your parents will ever forgive us, and personally I really don’t care.
“My grandparents left mother and I enough money and investments to see us comfortable for the rest of our lives. I promise mother wont get in our way; that I guarantee.” Amanda stopped for breath, and then said, “Please say yes, say you will. I know it won’t be a proper marriage, but we can live as partners and be happy for the rest of our lives.
Sam was stunned and thought to herself, “Has Mandy just said what I think she said… marry me?” Sam blinked in confusion, “Ummmm … Aaaahhhh … Ohhhh boy! This is aaaahhhhh … this is wooow, this is certainly a surprise…” and then she was speechless again. After what seemed like an eternity to Amanda and with an ever widening smile Sam took Mandy’s hands in hers, “Amanda! I … I love you with all my heart and soul, and I would be most honored and thrilled to be your life partner … to marry you, what ever that means.” She bent down and gave Mandy a passionate kiss, driving her tongue past Mandy’s lips, as they got up and fell onto the bed in a heated embrace.
.~…~.
Angela woke some several hours later a little stiff and sore, but not all that bad after having a decent amount of sleep. She had had an arousing dream; maybe because of all the current events or what ever, she wasn’t sure. But the dream was of Donnie and her as his bitch slut and spending their life together. Consequently it didn’t surprise her that she felt more than somewhat aroused, sleep has a way of sorting things out in the mind. She laid there mulling things over in her head. As angry as she was with her daughter; there was something she fought hard not to think about. She couldn’t account for her sexual arousal every time she thought about being fucked by a dog or being treated like one too. She looked around the kennel and wondered, “Would it be that bad to be a bitch? Fed and looked after; put to any dog that her owner wanted her to service.” Angela had to admit; there were big down sides to the idea, but she got so excited when she was literally being a bitch in heat.
In the last six months she had had more sex than she could possibly have imagined. She was partly on her back with Donnie’s front paw resting on her left breast; it almost what felt like a loving gesture. She looked across at him and suddenly felt guilty; sorry she had cursed him. After all he was only doing what she had taught him to do and following his instincts. Angela stroked his muzzle with her mittened hand, “You really are a good boy!” she cooed. Donnie opened his eyes and licked her face as if to say thank you for the compliment, Angela smiled and kissed his nose. Donnie licked her face again, and Angela started to feel her pussy start to react to his attention. “Ohhhh No!” she thought, “I’d better get out of here before I do something stupid again.
Angela rolled over and crawled outside. Donnie sat up but stayed where he was. Angela walked on all fours over to the water bucket and peered inside. The floaters were still in there, and she screwed up her nose, “Better get used to this Angela my dear, you are a dog’s bitch slut for now, and this is what you get.” She felt the familiar stirring in her pussy as she dropped her head into the bucket and drank deeply of the warm odious water. The idea, half formed in mind, of living as a dog for the rest of her life aroused her like no other ideas ever had before. She wondered what it would be like to be a breeding bitch from now on.
Turning to the dry food lying on the ground she sighed. Deciding to go all out and picked a piece up in her mouth. Just like a dog she started to chew it. It crunched just like a dry biscuit but tasted nothing like she imagined. And if the truth be known she didn’t find it all that repulsive, certainly not gourmet dinning, but that didn’t stop her from picking another one up and chewing it as well. “I’m going to get a sore jaw if I have to eat too many of these buggers.” Angela mused as she continued to eat until she wasn’t hungry. After drinking a little more she wandered back to the kennel.
Looking inside she saw Donnie still resting peacefully, she entered and laid back down looking at him. For a dog he was beautiful, clean lines and clear bright intelligent eyes. She lent forward and kissed his nose, and without thinking she licked it. Donnie brought his head up and nuzzled her face then with his very talented tongue he reciprocated. Donnie nodded his head up and down and gave a whiney bark. Angela laughed, and buried her face into his neck breathing deep, she had to admit she did like his doggy scent and her pussy confirmed her thoughts as it started to leak fuck juice all over again.
Donnie sniffed and Angela smiled, “There’s no fooling you my darling. Is there? You can smell it when I’m on heat. Pity men aren’t as sensitive to the odor of a receptive female.” Angela looked around “Ohhhh what the hell!” she said out loud, “I really don’t think we can do it in here my darling; I’ll see if Amanda will consent to getting this kennel remodeled so it’s a little higher.” Angela caught herself, “What am I saying?” The thought, while it disturbed her a little, made her pussy gush, and she started to pant with ever increasing arousal. “Ohhhh brother,” she confirmed, to herself, that being treated like an animal was certainly getting her excited now that the initial shock and humiliation had waned. Donnie lifted his nose and moved a little to get a better smell of her crotch, Angela giggled. “Getting frisky again darling?”
Looking down at his cock she saw it had protruded from its hairy sheath. She lowered her head and slid her tongue the full length of it. “You perverted lowlife slut!” she reprimanded herself. But then she followed it with a kiss; opening her mouth to take its full length in, sucking on it as she did. Donnie kicked his leg with excitement and gave a growling whine; Angela smiled, licked her lips, then his muzzle and said. “Would my doggy lover like to get to his fuck bitch?” Donnie gave another of his chatty growls and licked his lips. That broke Angela up laughing and she quickly got to her four legs and scampered outside, wiggling her arse as she did.
Donnie tilted his head and looked perplexed. With a yelp he scrambled to catch up to her. Angela playfully wiggled her arse and spread her legs as far as she could so her fuck box was airing itself and starting to drive Donnie wild. And immediately he was pouncing at her. Angela was ready this time and she spun around and sat her cunt on the ground. “What do you want you horny little mother fucker?” She teased. Donnie pawed at her and whined. Angela giggled and slowly got up, but sat quickly when Donnie approached. Donnie pranced around her, nipping her every now and then. Angela was surprised that not only did the nipping not turn her off, but it seamed to heighten her arousal. So she pranced around keeping him in front of her.
Finally Donnie barked and nipped her hard on her breast. Angela yelped and sat back on her hind quarters, trying to back out of reach but Donnie raked his paws down her breasts again. Angela groaned in agony, but stayed where she was. She put her arms up behind her head with a wicked grin on her face, “Go on my lover. Make me submit!” she said as Donnie raked her again, this time nipping beside her right nipple as well. Tears were welling up in her eyes as her body took the playful, yet painful, assault. Angela had visions of Donnie latching on full force to her breast, biting down hard; maybe even leaving puncher marks from his fang and felt her cunt spasm sending wave after wave of pleasure up through her body as her juices ran down her hind legs.
Angela held out until Donnie grabbed hold of a length of hair and forcefully dragged her face first through the dirt scrapping her breasts along the ground in the process. Angela rolled onto her back, displaying submissively to her lover; she had seen it on a television documentary at one time. Cowering to the leader of the pack, she was showing him that he was boss. Her pussy was on fire, her nipples rock solid and cunt juice flowed at the thought. She squirmed around onto her stomach crawling closer to Donnie who came around and put his nose between her arse cheeks and lapped away at all her offerings.
Angela moaned in ecstasy and reached her head up under him opening her mouth; she sucked his cock trying to get it down her throat. Donnie stood steady; liking what he was feeling but soon his primal instincts took over and he started pawing and nipping her again. Angela screeched and scrambled to her fours and presented herself to the dominant dog of their small, two dog pack. Donnie mounted her and she wiggled her hind quarters to help him enter. Angela groaned as Donnie thrust his cock into her for the second time that day, “Ohhhh yes! Fuck your bitch! Fuck my brains out! Make me your fuck bitch!” She screamed descending further into degradation. Unlike that morning when he had basically raped her; Angela found that although he was just as rough with his penetration, she was almost cumming this time. She felt Donnie’s knot expand and this time relished the feeling of the excruciating fullness. Angela had never allowed Donnie to penetrate so deep before. She had always kept her hand on his cock so he couldn’t knot with her; drawing him into her as she needed. These last two times she didn’t have a choice, he had taken her full depth, there by elevating her lust to a whole new level.
.~…~.
Sam hesitated as Amanda open the front door, “Are you sure Mandy? I’m so nervous about this.”
Amanda smiled, “Don’t worry about it, trust me things will be fine. Now let’s get you up stairs and find you something to wear; that robe does nothing for your figure.”
Sam playfully slapped Amanda on the arm, “Thanks for the fashion advice.”
Both girls walked into the house arm in arm with Sam looking around wondering where Mandy’s mother was. “Maybe she was in her bedroom not wanting to face her.” She entertained the thought, certainly hoping so. She wasn’t sure if she could look her in the face either, especially not after Mandy’s revelation.
“So where IS your mother?” she finally asked,
Amanda smiled, “Where she belongs!” she simply stated directing Sam up the stairs and into what was now her bedroom, “Both of you are home where you belong!” She said with satisfaction, although the statement was lost on Sam as she baulked at the bedroom door.
“This is your mother’s room!” she said nervously.
“It was, but not anymore, I’ve taken it over. After all since there are two of us and only one of her, then it stands to reason that we’ll be needing the double bed.” She said, giving Sam a cheeky grin.
Sam took a deep breath, “Geeee, I still can’t get over all this.” She voiced almost to herself while looking around, “What’s in the bags?” She added.
“That’s all mothers’ stuff. Her needs are minimal at the moment, so I’m going to move it all down to the cellar.” Amanda said as she went through her clothes to find something for Sam.
“So is your mother in your old bedroom then?” she asked feeling a little exasperated at Mandy’s evasive answers.
“Ummmm, No! She’s not!” Amanda said as she nodded to the window.
Sam looked in the direction of Mandy’s nod and back again with a frown enveloping her pretty face, then pointed just to be sure that that was where Mandy had indicated.
“Yeah, go look out the window,” Amanda nodded with a grin.
Sam walked slowly to the window gazing out; her eyes opened wide, “Ohhhh My Fucking God! Your mother… she’s… Oh My God … I mean she’s… she’s … Eeeewwww…That’s gross!” Sam screwed up her face, Mandy had told her of the video she had taken of her mother, but somehow she just didn’t quite seem to believe it. It was as though Amanda had been making it all up to help her feel better.
“She’s what?” Amanda enquired, knowing full well what Sam was trying to say, “Let me guess, she’s knotted … again!” Amanda gave a sarcastic smile, “Damn slut can’t keep her twat on the ground for two minutes!” she said with mocked exasperation.
Sam was astounded. She had heard all the titillating stories at college about girls who did this sort of thing, but never really believed them. Here was proof; unequivocal proof, no hearsay, or innuendo, just straight out smack you in the face authentication. Sam giggled nervously, “I really thought you were scamming me, Ohhhh geeezus! How long has she been doing this?” she said still watching.
“I don’t honestly know. She seemed pretty comfortable about it when I was filming her so I imagine she’s been doing it for awhile, and Donnie looked like he knew exactly what to do,” she replied while she was still trying to find something for Sam to wear. “Come to think about!” She brought a finger to her lips, “You know she got him two years ago for protection after dad took off. Two women on their own! That sort of thing. But about six months ago she got the compound built, and he hasn’t been out much since.”
“Not much good as a guard dog if you ask me.” Sam responded.
Amanda nodded, “Yeah! He wouldn’t be able to guard too much from in there. Maybe mother didn’t want him around me so much; considering what he now thinks women are for.”
“Was that out of consideration or jealousy on her part?” Sam ventured with a sly grin, still looking at the action in the backyard with morbid fascination.
“Ohhhh, my god! I didn’t look at it that way. Perhaps you’re right.” Mandy giggled
After regaining her composure Amanda prompted. “What will it be, Jeans or skirt?”
The question threw Sam for a bit. “Ohhhh … Ahhhhh …” she stuttered. Sam knew she couldn’t handle tight jeans right now, “Skirt please! I’m still a little sore, and if you have a baggy T-shirt, that’d be nice.”
“Knickers!” Amanda continued.
Samantha blushed; girls lend each other just about anything; hand bags and other accessories and makeup, even dresses and shoes but underwear was a little too intimate an item to be lending, it also had an aura of the wickedly naughty.
Amanda detected Sammy’s hesitation, “Well? It’s not as though we don’t know each other, for goodness sake; I’ve spent many a delicious moment playing between your thighs.” Samantha’s blush deepened and Amanda added. “We’re the same size apart from me being a little taller than you. Just think about it! Shopping will be easy; we can have one wardrobe and share everything. Now how many couples can boost that one?” Amanda grinned.
Samantha laughed while still blushing, “Too true! In that case; yes! I’ll take the panties, nothing tight or G-strings.”
“Ok strip then!” Amanda ordered, as she rummaged through her panty draw, “Wallah!” she said, producing a nice lavender pair of French cut knickers. Amanda turned and froze. Sam saw the horror on Mandy’s face and immediately covered her body, tears starting to form again.
Amanda had every reason to be horrified. Samantha’s body was crisscrossed with welts and bluish black stripes, her bottom had sores and scabs from where the outer layer of skin had literally been be flayed from her. Amanda couldn’t understand how any parent could abuse their child in such away no matter how wayward that child might appear to be.
“I know it’s awful; it’s one reason I didn’t want to see you. I knew you’d be disgusted with my body.” She sobbed. Sam had kept herself completely covered at the women’s hostel.
Amanda saw the pain in Samantha’s face, “Ohhhh No! Honey, it’s not that. You’re gorgeous, never think otherwise. No! I’m horrified that your father could be so cruel.”
Samantha shook her head, “Most of this was done by mum. Dad gave me twenty hard swats with his belt and that was that. Mum on the other hand tore into me with the ironing cord and granddads cane. She went absolutely nuts. But I have to admit dad didn’t try stopping her either and neither did my brother or sisters. They all just stood there verbally abusing me as mum worked me over. I honestly don’t remember too much after the first half hour or so.”
Amanda went to hug her, but now wasn’t sure where to put her hands so as not to cause anymore pain. “Does it still hurt?” She said, lightly tracing a finger across one of the welts.
Samantha nodded, “I still have a little trouble sitting down but it’s getting better. What hurts most are the welts across my breasts, they’re sore deep down in the tissue; mum used the cane on them. And my left nipple is so tender I can hardly wear a bra, and even loose garments irritate it but they’re better than anything tight.”
Amanda gave Sam a gentle hug and kissed her cheek, “I think I’ll go down stairs and let you get dressed, come down when you’re ready. I’ll be out back checking on mother.” She didn’t know what to say, so decided to give Sam a little space to recover. She also now wanted to take her anger out on the one person she held totally responsible for Sam’s appearance.
To be continued.
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