Donnie\'s Bitch

Donnie\'s Bitch

Chapter 3

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Angela looked up to see her daughter step out onto the back patio.  

“I see you’ve changed your mind since this morning mother.  Donnie must be awfully persuasive.” 

Angela groaned from the humiliation of being caught yet again.  She hung her head, even as another mini orgasm raged though her body, visibly shaking her. An agonizing groan was all she could utter.  Her self esteem was certainly taking a beating; never in her whole life had she felt so totally lost, and unable to control even the smallest facet of her miserable existence.

“So was it rape or did you go willingly this time?” Amanda goaded.

Angela looked up to her daughter, her face clearly showing the pain and embarrassment she felt.  She really didn’t think this was the time for a conversation and wished Amanda would just leave until Donnie had finished with her.  

“I’m though lying to you Amanda,” she managed to pant as her next orgasm nibbled at her G spot and radiated out through her ever gushing cunt, “Ummmm…Ohhhh god; I…I apologize for what I said to you this morning,” Angela screwed up her face and panted, “I don’t hate you!  I was in a state of…”  Angela stopped as a massive wave coursed up through her body, tightening her nipples and constricting her cunt muscles even further. “Ohhhh God! Donnie, just finish me off, please.”  Whether Donnie sensed what Angela was saying or not was probably something that animal behaviorists might think worthy of investigation.  Not that Angela noticed nor cared, as he gave a harder tug on his cock and dragged it from her cunt still dripping cum.  Angela was waiting for this moment and it timed perfectly with her mounting orgasm.  As Donnie’s knot scrapped itself across her G spot and out of her gaping wet cunt, Angela let out a guttural scream and collapsed exhausted to the ground in fits of an over whelming orgasm the likes she had never before experienced.

Amanda screwed her face up in disgust and cursed her mother, “I have just seen the end result of your handy work on Sammy, and if you thought I was pissed at you before then you’re looking at a whole new world of hurt.  Look at you! Cum slopping out of your gapping cunt, and dog slobber running down your dirty filthy neck.”  Amanda spat on her through the gate, hitting her on the cheek and running down to the side of her mouth.  Angela was still trying to recover from her orgasm and the effects of pain, pleasure and humiliation clouded her thought processes.  She knew she should be incensed at Amanda for spitting on her but all it did was deepen the degradation she felt and prolong her orgasmic aftermath; she tried to wipe it off with the back of her arm, only succeeding in smear it all over the side of her face and down her neck..

“You’re a low life dog sucking fuck bitch.  A two bit gutter whore has more morals and self esteem than you.  I wonder what your high society friends would say right now if they could see what sort of a degenerate slut you really are.”  Her daughter’s opprobrious comments only lengthened Angela’s self loathing even more as she soaked up the insults, slamming herself further down into a reeking pit of despair. Wallowing in her own degradation, she looked up to see not only her daughter glaring at her in total condemnation, but that of Samantha as well.

“To all that’s merciful!” she murmured to no one in particular,  “Let the earth open up and swallow Me.” bringing her mittens to her face trying to cover her humiliation.

“No such luck, mother!” Amanda retorted.  Donnie hovered off to one side and if he had any sentient thought; he was probably totally bewildered with these odd mammals; most of the time, they where nice to be around.  You can get a pat and scratch, and fed on a regular basis, and not bad for the odd occasional fuck as well. Looking from the person outside the cage to his fuck bitch; he could sense the animosity in the air.  Even to a dumb dog it was obviously not a place to be hanging around and his stupid fuck bitch didn’t seem to want to move so he slunk off into his kennel by himself.

Through all this Sam stood transfixed almost unable to move or look away.  She was a bundle of mixed emotions. Angry to start with for what this woman had done to her life but not really wanting to see anyone else to go through what she had. Certainly mildly aroused, which didn’t really bother her that much, but certainly did make her wonder.  But most of all something that niggled at her very soul; she felt sympathy, or… “Empathy?” she wondered to herself.  The thought flashed through her head, “But why?” She wasn’t sure, maybe the fact that she had been in the same boat when her parents had dragged her into the church to be humiliated in front of the parishioners.  Sam touched Amanda’s arm and nodded to the back door, Amanda followed her out of ear shot of her mother.

“Leave her be Mandy, Please.” She whispered with a little tear forming in the corner of her eye.

Amanda stared at her blankly, “Why? She deserves everything she gets, she’s a hypocritical bitch. I hate her for everything she has done to you.”

Sam shook her head, “No Mandy! She WAS a hypocrite, she’s not now.  I don’t know what it is.  I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Are you saying you forgive her?” Mandy said in astonishment.

“Forgive her?” There was a slight pause as Sam mulled over the thought and chewed her lip. “Yes Mandy I believe I will.  Forget what she did! No, definitely not!  And I have no intention of letting your mother forget either, but for now I need to have a little one on one talk with her.” She said.  Samantha could see the frustration on Mandy’s face and she took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.  “I know you don’t understand, and at the moment neither do I.  I just know that my psychology training is screaming at me to find answers.”

Amanda went back to her mother who was still crying.  “I’m sorry darling, I know I must totally disgust you and for that I’ll do my best to make it up to you and Samantha.  I’ve had plenty of time to think, and I know Sam hates me, and she has every right”

“Sam doesn’t hate you!  But why in gods name I have no idea” she said, “but your right when you say she has every right to.  She’s angry, yes! But she has asked me to back off.  Don’t you dare think this is any relaxation on my part; I’m still going to make you pay for your treachery.   I don’t know why Sam is being so forgiving, but for her sake, I will leave you alone for now.”

She looked to where Sam stood out of the sight of her mother, turning back she said, “Samantha and I are going inside to get ourselves a drink.”  Reaching for the gate; she lifted the latch and open it.  Taking Sam’s hand she they went back into the house closing the sliding glass door behind them.

Angela shook her head, not sure if that meant she was allowed out or not.  Donnie heard the latch click, knowing the gate was now open, he scrambled out of the kennel and raced past Angela to get to the back door.  Mandy looked to Sam, “I don’t understand, why are you letting up on her?”

Sam looked absorbed, and then turned to Amanda, “Haven’t you ever wondered why we are the way we are?” Amanda slumped on to a stool beside the breakfast bar wondering where this was leading.  Sam gave her a weak smile, “I know you’re angry at your mother, but what were the set of circumstances that led her to make that phone call in the first place?”

“I don’t care why she did it; I just want to punish the bitch and bring this whole sordid mess to an end” Amanda grumbled.

Samantha wrapped her arms around Mandy, “Don’t you see?  If we don’t find out why; then there will be no end.  You will go on hating her, punishing her for how she makes you feel every time you see her.  And it’s not because of what she did.  Your mother is a strong woman, most would have gone catatonic by now, although I think she maybe on the verge as we speak.” 

“I don’t care!” Mandy stated flatly. 

“I don’t believe that for a minute, and neither do you!”  Sam snapped back.  Amanda stared at her, taken back by Sam’s reaction, but Sam soldiered on.  “If you keep this pressure up, then she’s going to snap and you’re going to have a vegetable on your hands.  Do you want to take care of a catatonic lump of flesh, curled up in some corner, laying in her own piss and shit, because she can’t muster enough grey cells to look after herself?”  Sam tightened her hug of Mandy, “I know you don’t; you’re just angry at the moment and with knowledge that’ll pass so then we can all get on with living.  Anger only consumes you until you’re no more than an automaton, living your life void of love and understanding.” Sam waited awhile to see if Mandy had anything she wanted to say, “What do you say, we go and see?” 

Amanda shrugged and paused for a long while just staring at the bench top.  Conflicting emotion running torrents through her mind; on one hand she wanted to grind her mother into the ground and the on the other hand wanting to please her lover. “OK, at least I’ll try for your sake, although it goes against every fiber of my being.” 

Sam stopped Mandy, realizing it may be better not to have Amanda there for her little discussion, “Ohhhh! It might be a good idea if you take Donnie for a walk… Please… leave your mother to me.  I really don’t think I’m in any danger of being over powered.  Do You?”

The look on Amanda face didn’t give Sam that much hope of her agreeing so when she said with resignation, “OK!”  Sammy heaved a pleasant sigh of relief. “You seem to be the one with all the answers; or should I say, questions.”  Amanda added.

Both girls walked out onto the patio.  Donnie pranced around them both, while Angela sat on her haunches out on the grass nervously looking at the gaps in the fence with fearful eyes, searching for any sign of someone looking in and seeing her like she was.  The girls took up positions on the only two deck chairs on the patio.  Donnie came over to Amanda and sat next to her in the shade for a pat.  Angela stayed where she was in the hot afternoon sun with the sweat running down her dirt and cum streaked body unsure as to what was expected.  Sam snapped her fingers and pointed to the foot of her chair but Angela stayed where she was and looked to her daughter.  “Move your fucking arse bitch! Or I’ll take to you with a rolled up newspaper.”

Amanda snapped, “If you’re going to be a fuck bitch, you can at least be an obedient one.”  Angela jolted up to stand on all fours.  The threat of actually being hit with a rolled up newspaper provoked more humiliation than fear in her ever moistened eyes.  Crawling to where Sam had pointed, and cowering as she got to the foot of her chair while she realized that she had almost peed herself when Amanda had snapped at her. 

To expedite proceedings Sam said to Amanda, “I think Donnie would like to be taken for that walk, would you like to do the honors?”  Amanda reluctantly agreed, still not sure if it was a good idea to leave her lover alone in her mother’s presence. While Amanda was inside getting Donnie’s leash, Sam took the time to start her quiet word with Angela who was still cowering at her feet. 

“Ok!  To start with, you keep quiet until I have finished speaking, then I’ll let you have your say.”  Angela was a little bewildered and had no intention of saying anything because her belief was totally shot to shit that anything she had to say actually mattered and that her standing in the family hierarchy was less than that of Donnie, so she just nodded and hoped for some small mercies. 

Sam sat up, wincing a little.  “I don’t know exactly what you think of me, Mrs. Thompson and right now I’m not sure I care…”  Angela was almost shocked.  And certainly a little stunned that Sam had used her title and not some degrading abusive term, which is all that she had been subjected to over the past twenty-four hours. “… but I am in love with Amanda and she with me and… and we intend to keep loving each other despite what you or my family think.”  This revelation didn’t take Angela too much by surprise at all. “So, you see we have to work out our differences, I have no intention of dealing with a nasty mother-in-law!  I have a mother of my own that fills that position.

“I am willing to forgive your trespasses and, I expect, in time so will Mandy, although she’s fighting it to the max at the moment.  Don’t for one minute think I’m doing this for you because it’s Amanda I’m worried about.  That’s the problem you see! Amanda needs closure as I’m sure you will agree we all do.  I have known you for as long as I have Mandy, although not so intimately; you have baby sat me, given me cookies and milk on many occasions that I have been here of an afternoon, not to mention the Sunday roasts you do so well. You have taken both of us to softball and soccer practice, in fact I felt much more like a daughter to you than my own mother.” Angela cringed at this statement, she could see disappointment in Samantha’s face, and it cut her to the core.

“You were always kind and considerate to me up until about two years ago and you seemed to pull away from both of us, Amanda and I, which I put it down to your divorce, whether it was the sole reason for the change, or only part of it, I have no idea at the moment.”  Angela knew that Samantha was taking psychology at college, and for the first time was now taking a slight interest in what she was saying.  She was right about everything so far but wasn’t sure if she wanted to be a subject of her scholastic curiosity, the demons she had been battling were way to strong to let go and have them surface but also knew that it couldn’t go on the way things were.

Amanda came out with the leash and Sam’s forgotten drink, handing it to her as she put the leash on Donnie, who was excitedly leaping round.  But before she went, she painfully grabbed a handful of Angela’s matted sweat soaked mane of hair and sneered, “You so much and flinch against Sammy while I’m gone and I’ll take you apart, piece by agonizing peace.  That slop box of yours will be a lump of mince meat by the time I let up on you!”  

“Amanda Please!” Sammy pleaded.  Amanda shrugged to Sam, released her mother with an agonizing flick of her wrist and took Donnie out the back gate into the parkland for his walk.  Angela winced in fear and pain then tried without success to rub the pain from her head, while keeping her eyes down.

Amanda closed the gate and released Donnie, who took off after some butterflies hovering around some low shrubs.  As Amanda walked keeping Donnie in sight her mind rolled back over everything that had happened over the last week and a bit, she flexed her fists, trying to relieve the stress and frustration, raising her head, “AAaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” she screamed to the heavens.  Never before in her life had she been so angry, never before had she felt so helpless.  Sam was right!  She was consumed with disgust and anger for her mother, what made it worse was her own failure to block her from hurting the one person she’d give her life for

Sam waited quietly until Amanda had disappeared out of sight. “This is how I see it,” Sam shifted her position, the bruises on her bottom giving her some discomfort, “You have in some way or another, found something in Donnie that scratches your itch, ‘pardon the pun’ but because it isn’t a main stream activity you’re embarrassed by it.”  Angela felt her face heat up with humiliation once again.  “And if my guess is right that very embarrassment is fueling your desires.  You’re getting wet right now just thinking about what might be coming next.  I believe this is the only thing that is saving your sanity at the moment. But if it keeps up, especially if you can’t come to terms with what it is at the core that makes you so determined to destroy yourself, then I don’t know what will happen, but I have ominous feeling about it.

“You know; I don’t believe for one minute that you were that upset by our relationship at all if you just think about it.  You were, for lack of a better word, in a relationship with Donnie long before you found out about ours and yours is something far more bizarre then the love Amanda and I share, don’t you agree?”  Sam urged, “And you saying that you were disgusted by ours just seems a little absurd to me.” 

Angela had issues that she had suppressed for so long that she had almost successfully buried them and didn’t really want to revisit them right now.  Samantha waited to see if she was going to add to the conversation when she then remembered she had effectively gagged her with her earlier statement.   “You can jump in here if you like.” Sammy said, trying to get Angela to open up.

Angela kept her eyes lowered; she didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t exacerbate her situation and rubbed her mittens on her thighs.  She looked everywhere but at Samantha.

“Were you really that revolted by our relationship?  Sam continued.  Angela got more agitated and started to sob.

Angela started crying, “I didn’t know that your parents would…” she sobbed while trying to collect her thoughts.  Things had all come crashing down and thinking with any clarity was right now was difficult, “…would…ohhhh dear…would take it so far, I just thought they would make you stop seeing my daughter.” She said as she wiped at her tears.

Sam stood up, “Do you want to see just how far my parents actually went?” she asked.

Angela froze, she didn’t want to reject her and make her angry, especially after the threat her daughter had flung at her, but on the other hand she really didn’t want to be confronted with her sins either.  She shrugged and stuttered, keeping her eyes on Sam’s feet. 

“No P… Please.” She sobbed.  Sam didn’t bother waiting for her to agree and started to strip off her cloths.  Angela saw her T-shirt hit the patio, and brought her mittens to her eyes.  Without looking up she pleaded, “Please Samantha, don’t do this!”

Sam dropped her skirt and panties, standing there naked as the day she was born.  “Look at me!” she challenged.  She took Angela’s chin in her hand, lifting her head.  Angela kept her eyes closed as her head rose at Samantha’s insistence. “I said LOOK!” Sam snapped. 

Angela opened her eyes, and immediately reared back in horror.  “No! No! Ohhhh my god, No!”  She babbled.  Angela wanted to look away; but her eyes refused to obey her.  The welts and bruises were hideous, angry and ugly, “I’m so sorry, that’s … that’s barbaric! I don’t know why your showing me your torment, punish me if you have to but please; I already know I’m totally at fault, I acknowledge that.  Please forgive me, this wasn’t my intention; you have to believe that” she sobbed, trying to hide her face. 

“I’m showing you Mrs. Thompson for no other reason than to make you realize how resolute I am in continuing my relationship with your daughter.”  Samantha smiled, “Look at me Mrs. Thompson!”  Angela shook her head; she couldn’t look at what she had done.  “Mrs. Thompson!  I don’t hold you totally responsible.” Angela blinked, with confusion etched right across her face. “As in all things, there is always more than one reason for any outcome.  I’m just as guilty, as are my parents and your daughter.”

Angela caught her breath, hardly believing what she had just heard.  “What?” she asked as she wiped at her tears with the back of her arm and looked to Samantha with confusion still etched on her face. 

Sam was still smiling, “I thought that’d bring you around.  You might have been guilty for ringing my parents and revealing our secret for whatever reason you had to do such a thing.  A reason I’m still trying to uncover.  But I was guilty for deceiving them as to my sexual preference.  I could have negated your interference by slowly getting them accustomed to it.  Amanda sees her guilt for not doing something to stop you calling them in the first place.  And we all know my parents, especially my mother, are guilty of extreme intolerance.

“So you see, we are all guilty, in one form or another and pay our own separate dues.  My price is the loss of my family and this week of misery, but I’ll get over it.  Amanda sees her punishment in you!”

Angela took a deep breath, “I don’t understand?” 

Samantha started to re-dress “She sees you as her punishment! A mother so degenerate, that she fucks dogs. When she told me this morning, her eyes were filled with hurt and disgust, but still she told me.  Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?  Knowing… letting someone else know, that your own mother gets on her knees…” Sam left it unsaid, ‘well I think we both know the details, it tears her up inside but again, she’ll get over it.” Sam sat down after pulling her skirt back on to her hips.

Angela was nonplus.  Everything Samantha had to say was plausible; her studies in psychology obviously put in the top of the class.

“So am I punishing myself by having this … relationship with Donnie?” Angela finally commented.

Sam burst out laughing, “I like your choice of words Mrs. Thompson.  But No!  That’s just degenerate lust!  Your cunt gets hot over canine cock; you were fucking the dog long before you made the phone call.”  Angela’s face reddened and her shoulders dropped at the statement; thrown back into the pit of despair, for a minute she thought that maybe she was doing it out of guilt, and that would have given her a little hope of ending the humiliation. 

“So what punishment would be deemed appropriate to your satisfaction?” Angela whispered chocking back the fear.

Sam thought for a minute.  “I really don’t need to have you punished!  It will accomplish nothing for me and I have enough of my own demons to contend with, without adding you to the list.”  Angela looked up with relief on her face. “But I still do believe you need to be punished.”  Sam added taking in the barely audible gasp from Angela.  “Not for my sake, but that of Amanda’s and yours too; because neither of you seem able to get past this until payment is rendered in full.” 

Angela could see the sense in what was said and it frightened her.  She also knew that until she paid her dues, she could not forgive herself and neither would Amanda.

Amanda sat bawling her eyes out under an old gum, punching the ground in frustration.  She was watching the object of her mother affections racing around the park, the dog chasing stupid insects, totally oblivious to the entire trauma going on around him that was part of the human world he didn’t relate to.  She had been so happy until he had arrived, she knew it wasn’t his fault, but still felt the stabs of jealousy course through her anyway.  “Why had her mother chosen this mangy flea bag over her own daughter?”  “What had she done to deserve this?”  She had always been the dutiful daughter, hardly an angel, but certainly never got into any real trouble.  Helping around the house whenever she could was something naturally inherent to her. 

Her father had taken off without as much as a by-your-leave.  Not that it had disturbed her too much.  She never really got along with him, something about his nature made her keep him at arms length.  He hadn’t done anything to make her fear him.  She now wondered if it was her lesbian tendencies that made her feel the way she did, she just never felt close to the man, not like she did with her mother and now the bitch had taken that small comfort away from her.  Drying her eyes so her mother didn’t see her vulnerability; Amanda got to her feet.  All this thinking was getting her more upset and taking her no where. Calling Donnie over, she decided that Samantha had, had enough time to find her answers.

Sam was re-adjusting her T-shirt as Mandy opened the back gate and let Donnie off his leash.  Angela’s heart sank, knowing the abuse was about to start all over again; keeping her head down, she tried to be as invisible as possible.  To her relief, Amanda strode right past, ignoring her completely and gave Sam a kiss. 

“Enjoy your walk?  Sam asked in a light hearted manner. 

Amanda huffed and shrugged in response, “I’m going in for a shower and freshen up.  Would you like me to put the dogs back into the compound?” 

Sam shook her head, “No!  I’ll do it after I have refilled their water and food bowls.” Sam winked at Mandy, acknowledging the comment about having two dogs.  Amanda gave her a sullen smile and after kissing her, again, walked off into the house.

Angela didn’t miss the play on words between the two girls either and far from making her angry it had the exact opposite effect, stifling a groan as she felt her pussy start to tingle.  She tried to remember back to any one thing that got her juices flowing so quickly and couldn’t find any until now, being treated like a lowlife dog was certainly an aphrodisiac.  The thought also make her sick.  Was she more degenerate than her fucked up ex-husband.  Angela jumped as Sam spoke again, pulling her from her reverie, “So! Where were we?” 

Angela wanted to stay quiet, but the tone in Samantha’s voice insinuated a response, “Ummmm… you… you were about to …” Angela was about to say “Hand down judgment and pass sentence,” but thought better of it and in the end said, “…tell me what my punishment will be.”

Sam smiled, “Yes that was it.  But I was wondering if Mandy shouldn’t be in on this discussion?”  Angela froze, and Sam knew exactly why she had a terrified look on her face.  “Relax blondie; I was only kidding.” She laughed.  The terror on Angela’s face immediately turned to dismay, and Sam noticed it straight away.  “What’s the matter? You want Amanda in on your punishment or you don’t like the name?”  Angela bit her lip to quell the disappointment at the rebuff. 

With a little hesitation Angela explained, “My sister use to call me that and I hated it, because it, it was in reference to an old cartoon strip in a newspaper.  The character was a dumb blonde and she said I looked just like her.”  Angela scowled as she remembered the taunts from years past.

Sam chuckled adding to Angela’s annoyance, “Dumb blonde!  Well the way I see it, it suits you to a tee.  I mean how many grey cells do you have to lose to get yourself into the situation you’re now facing?”  Angela groaned in frustration, every time she thought she was on the upward climb out of her pit; she was slammed back down into the quagmire.  “Well?” quipped Sam. 

Angela found defeat becoming a familiar companion and her shoulders slumped, “You’re right Samantha, I have been monumentally stupid and dumb, and now I see I will be paying for that stupidity for the rest of my life.”

Sam nodded, “And another thing!” Samantha added, “From now on you will be addressing Mandy and I with a little more respect.  From now on we will be addressed as Miss Amanda, and Miss Samantha, or Ma’am.  Is that clear?” 

“The last die had now been cast!” Angela mused to herself, looking up crestfallen at Sam, she nodded, “Yes Ma’am, as you wish.”

Sam rose from her chair and disappeared into the kitchen for a short while, returning with a bag of dog food.  “I think its time I settled you dogs in for the evening; Donny’s been hanging around the food bowl since Amanda went inside.” Sam commented as she poured a generous helping of dry food into their bowl and refilled the water bucket.  And as for you; you’re going to need all the strength you can muster.  You have a great deal of reparation to deal with tomorrow.  Now get inside the compound and behave yourself.”  Angela dropped her head, raised herself to all fours and crept back into the compound.  Sam mused, “If she only had a tail it would have been tucked neatly between her legs.”

Donnie was already eating and as usual making a great deal of mess as Sam re-latched the gate lock and went back inside the house.  Angela waited until Donnie had, had his fill, idly scratching her side as she watched him eat.  Angela noticed that her skin was red and blotchy from the irritation of sweat, grime and dog cum that was covering her body, she would have given anything to relax in a nice hot scented bath.  “That part of your life now seems to be over, the chance to pamper yourself as a normal female is gone along with your dignity . You had better get use to being treated like a dog.” Angela said to herself.  The image of herself from now on being a dog, living as a dog flashed through Angela’s mind.  It was both distasteful and somehow how intensely fulfilling all at the same time.  She wondered to herself if all along, maybe all her life, somewhere deep inside, she wanted to be a dog?   That night Angela had little sleep, along with the irritation from not having bathed and the ache in her knees from being continually bent she thought the morning would never come.

Angela smiled as she watched the orange disc rise slowly in the eastern sky; starting with the slow lightening of the night sky, then turning from black to deep purple then on to dark blue and finally to see the marvel of the universe raise its bulk into the sky.  She was never one for morning, preferring the night life and late sleep-ins so this was a totally new experience for her.  This small moment of beauty allowed her to forget the trials of yesterday, it also gave her time to reflect on her life values since she had done some serious soul searching through out the night.  She watched as this wonderful ball of luminescence slowly levitated into the sky above, this cauldron of power and giver of life. It was doing what it was born to do, with no thought of gratitude and it would continue to shower the earth with its life giving light and energy, until it died, even then it would go without so much as a whimper, no remorse, no fanfare.

Angela swung her gaze to Donnie.  His head lying on his front paws, dozing now and then, he was following his destiny, as well, with the same single mindedness.  It all became clear to Angela in a heart beat, “Could she be no different?  Would she follow her path where ever that may lead?”  Angela smiled.  For the first time in her life she felt truly contented, even with the binding and pain in her knees that was still there it no longer tormented her, she barely registered the irritation of her soiled body, she laid her head on her front paws and dozed, awaiting the promise of her new life.  The sun was high in the sky by the time anyone stirred inside the house, but it mattered not, time now was no more than an abstract concept to her. 

Samantha saw Angela sitting near the fence and walked over sipping her coffee. “Morning!”  Sam murmured from behind her cup. 

“Good Morning Miss Samantha!”  She smiled, “I hope you slept well last night.” Angela felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Sam and Amanda sleeping side by side in her queen size bed where they had been comforting each other but suppressed it immediately. 

Sam frowned; “You sound cheerful this morning; especially for one in your predicament.”  

Angela lowered her eyes, “I have you to thank for that Ma’am,” Angela suddenly looked fearful, “I mean for my mood, not for my predicament.”  Sam smiled.  “You gave me a lot to think about last night, and in no small way put me on to the right track, and you are certainly all that Amanda said you were and more.  She is certainly fortune to have someone of your character in her life.  As a mother I could ask for no more.” 

Sam’s face showed the confusion she felt.  “To someone who didn’t know you well, that could almost sound like sarcasm Mrs. Thompson.”  

Angela smiled again, “No sarcasm Miss Samantha, only truth; and before you say it.  I’m not asking for a reprieve either, I deserve punishment for the reprehensible act I committed upon you and Miss Amanda.  I can only say sorry so many times before the words become meaningless; so I willingly hand myself over to you, and except any and all that you and my daughter deem appropriate no matter how severe.”  After a short pause she continued, “I feel it’ll only be a small retribution for the harm I caused.”   

Sam knelt down to peer into Angela’s eyes, “I really believe you’re sincere about that Mrs. Thompson.” 

Sam reached through the dog fence.  She took Angela behind the neck and drew her face closer.  Angela hesitated, fearing what might come.  “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you.”  Sam cooed. Angela stopped resisting and let herself be drawn to the wire.   As Angela’s face neared the fence, Sam lent forward and kissed her forehead.  “I knew there was a reason why I love Amanda so much!” Sam paused as she took in Angela’s grime streaked face. “She beautiful, she’s intelligent, and she’s amazingly loving!  You have done very well in bringing your daughter up.” Angela could feel the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.”  “And you know something else Mrs. Thompson?” Sam cupped her hand under Angela’s chin.  “She takes after her mother in so many wonderful ways.  Angela wept openly, not for fear or frustration. All that was in the past, she wept for relief and joy; for the first time in over two years she felt that everything was going to be ok; she could see some light at the end of what had been a very long dark tunnel.

Sam let Angela cry seeing the relief in her face.  Angela sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her mitten; then nervously giggled.  Sam frowned and asked, “What’s so funny now Mrs. Thompson?” 

Angela looked up at Samantha still chuckling, “Let’s hope that Amanda doesn’t take after me in all things.” She emphasized it with a sweep of her mittened paw. 

Samantha burst out laughing at the implication.  “Yes! I think you maybe right there, since one dog fucker in the family is probably quite enough.”  They both giggled and laughed, enjoying the moment. 

Angela suddenly straightened up and said, “Please!  Call me blondie because that is who I am now.  Mrs. Thompson is gone, maybe never to return and she reminds me of someone I never liked. I’m happy with how things are now and I know you’re use of my title is to show me you’re love and respect. But it’s not needed; I know in my heart that I’ve regained it, and I also know with time, and with a little of your help, I’ll regain Amanda’s as well.

Amanda turned away from the window.  She had seen and heard just about all of the conversation between Sam and her mother. Her shoulders and back hurt with the tension she felt, the frustration of conflicting emotions.  On one hand she was happy that her mother had accepted Sam into the family, but angry that Sam was obviously letting her off lightly.  But most of all she was incredibly sad that it was Sam kneeling beside the fence and not her.  Unknown to the other two outside she threw herself onto the bed and wept openly.

Sam finally contained her laughter long enough to apologize to Angela.  “I’m sorry! And please don’t take this the wrong way…But... You really are on the nose.” 

Angela smiled, “Yes I know, although I myself can’t really smell it that much, I must really stink.  I think it’s because the brain has away to block out something that’s constantly around.  It’s a bit like when you wear perfume, you really don’t smell your own, only those that briefly come in contact with your sense of smell.” 

Sam giggled, “Well I can do without your particular brand perfume at the moment.  Come on, let’s get you out and cleaned up.”

Angela frowned, “Why do I have to be cleaned up?”

Sam smiled, “Well for starters you’re starting to make me feel nauseous, and secondly, there is no way your coming into the house in the state you’re in.”

Angela still had her confused look on her face.  “Why do I have to come inside? Inside isn’t where I belong anymore; inside is for people not dogs.  Why can’t I receive my punishment out here?”

Sam smiled, “Well, well, we are getting into this new life aren’t we?” 

Angela had a sheepish grin on her face.  “You have no idea how it makes me feel when I’m being humiliated and degraded, my pussy gushes. I feel so sexy and turned on I can hardly stand it.  It’s something I came to terms with last night”

“Well that’s all nice and gooey but if we punish you out here and one of your neighbors gets nosey, well, then we might all end up in a cage and I myself have no real fetish for being locked up, and certainly not by the police.” She chuckled.  “We’re taking a gamble by just having you out here like this.”

Angela nodded in agreement.  “In that case I suppose I’ll have to go along with your wishes. I dare say it won’t take me long to get all dirty and disgustingly filthy again.” She laughed. 

Sam was laughing too as she unlatched the gate, “You are so gross blondie!  So horribly gross”

Angela rose to head out of the compound only to be driven into the gate post grazing her left breast as she went down sprawling in the dirt with a dog paw planted firmly on her right shoulder blade.  Donnie had suddenly seen Sam open the gate and decided he wanted out to run around the back yard.  Sam backed out of the way just in time.  Angela got back to her four legs and shook herself. Sam was shocked, “You have a very considerate lover blondie; such manners.” Looking back at Donnie doing circuits of the back yard Sam continued.  “Obviously in the canine world there’s no such thing as ladies first.” 

“In the canine world there is no such thing as a lady; we’re all bitches, useful for one thing and one thing only …god love him.  I keep forgetting that I don’t come first in this family anymore” Angela sighed.

“Well you made your bed!” Was Sam’s rejoinder

“And I intend to lay quite comfortably in it as well.” Angela smirked as she made her way out into the back yard.

“Ok! Let’s get these restraints off your legs first.”  Sam mumbled and she proceeded to remove the leather straps.  Angela winced as she tightened the strap to her right leg to undo the buckle.  It was a painful process to restore circulation the Angela’s lower legs. 

Just then Amanda appeared at the kitchen door.  “What are you doing Sam, leave them on, she’ll get away!” 

Sam glared at Amanda, “Your mother can’t walk two steps without falling down, Amanda, her legs are cramping and painful, she’s couldn’t go anywhere even if she wanted too.”   “If you’re not going to come out here and help, then shut up, and go back inside.” Sam snapped. 

Amanda screamed in frustration, “This isn’t how I planned it,” she said stomping her foot to emphasize her point.

Sam spun around, “I don’t care how you planned it, Mandy, we have to get these straps off, because if we don’t get some circulation back into your mothers legs she could very well get Deep Veined Thrombosis and you know what that means.  It means blood clots to the brain and she could die.”  Sam scowled. 

Angela put her hand on Sam and shook her head, “Please don’t fight, I’m not worth it.”

Sam turned her angry face to Angela “And I’ll hear no more from you either!” 

Amanda turned around and walked off inside. 

Sam felt angry that Amanda could so callously endanger her mother’s life.  She worked hard to restore Angela’s blood flow to her aching lower legs, and after about an hour of anguish on Angela’s part, she managed to succeed.  Then came the bath with laundry soap.

Angela looked at the bar of soap and sighed.  Sam smirked, “Well what do you wash Donnie with?”

Angela shrugged her shoulders, “Dogs shampoo! But there’s none left and I haven’t had time to buy more.”

Sam chuckled, “Then it’s your fault I have to use this bar of laundry soap since we all know that dogs aren’t worth the money it costs to use scented bath soap.  Now are they?” Angela shivered, since she knew deep inside Samantha had said it for her sexual pleasure.  They had, on more than one occasion, noticed a distinct absence of Donnie, he was no where to be seen, much to the amusement of the women.  Angela stayed on all fours and allowed Sam to scrub the dirt and filth from her body.  She relished every moment of it, even thought the water was cold and Sam’s ministrations weren’t all that soft and tender but especially on her tits and pussy.  But it was when Sam shoved the garden hose into the pussy that she uttered an objection to her diligence. 

“Do you have to do that?”  She asked as she felt the water start to gush out of her.

“Just making sure you’re completely spotless.”  Sam chuckled, then added, “Wait till I get to the next hole down here.  Angela groaned but stayed still as she felt the hose press against her arsehole, “No wonder Donnie’s hiding.” she retorted.

Sam laughed as she saw the anguish grow on blonde’s face.  Angela’s face screwed up in discomfort as her bowels filled with cold water.  Angela remembered the time she had been given an enema by her mother, but that was warm water.  Sam waited until blonde scream out for her stop before she took it out.  Before Sam could say anything Angela took off as fast as all fours could take her straight into the garden bed.  Angela only just made it before she lost the ability to hold it, shutting her eyes and screwing her face up, she was almost in an orgasmic stupor when she opened her eyes to see Sam smiling at her efforts. 

Humiliation and degradation crashed in on her as her face burned white hot and waves of liquefied heat cascaded down over her breasts, tightening her already rock hard nipples, descending still further to her sensitive clit where it swirled around and fanned out back up through her shivering body to explode in the pleasure centers of her brain, sending her over the edge

Without a word; once Angela had recovered sufficiently; Sam took her leash in hand and led her back to finish her bath.  Once done; she toweled her dry and took her into the house.

To be continued…