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By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Chapter 5
Shannon’s next day went as any other. She apologized to Tracy for not answering her IM. She claimed that her laptop freezed up on her and then, due to her absentmindedness, she forgot to call. In class, she couldn’t concentrate on any of the instructions, not that she normally could. Despite attempts to block it from her mind, her thoughts kept going back to Master Tom. Maybe he was right. She wasn’t cut for this class work. She was just good for her body and the pleasure it could provide. That thought excited her. A dark, sad feeling came over her as she realized that she was getting excited thinking about the day before. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She asked herself again, What is wrong with me?
She tried hard not to think about it but until the time she left school and got home, it was a constant thought, one that wouldn’t leave her no matter how hard she tried to shake it.
She looked at the glass door that separated her from her two dogs that waited for her to let them in. They wagged their tails and waited impatiently for the door to open. She stared at them, her eyes drawn to their sheaths and heavy, hanging testicles. Everything had changed. They were no longer the lovable puppies she played with as a child.
They looked back at her. It was the first time she saw them since the night before. She wondered what they saw, what they thought. Her dog senses seemed to suggest that all they were thinking was, “Let us in, we’re tired of being outside.” She unlocked and pulled the glass door open. The two dogs bounded in. One turned to be petted by Shannon. Her hand shook as she rubbed Sulla’s head.
Sulla licked her hand and then bounded off after his brother into the other room. Shannon stood and watched their exit. Perhaps things are as normal as they were before. She went upstairs, put her book bag down and glanced over at the laptop.
The butterflies rose in her stomach. She closed her eyes and went back downstairs to fix herself a snack.
Down in the kitchen, as she grabbed a bag of chips, her mind wandered back to the laptop. She thought maybe she could turn on the IM and set it so that Master Tom didn’t see her log on. That way she could talk to her friend without having to deal with him. Maybe she should delete him all together. Her body tingled thinking about not deleting him and the possibility of talking to him again. He will be so mad though.
She decided as she munched on some chips, that a good clean cut from deviancy would be best. Delete him and not delve into that dark part of her sexual fantasies again.
She went back upstairs, sat down at her computer and turned it on. Her heart was beating faster as she waited for it to load. After what seemed like an eternity, Windows opened. She opened her messaging program and immediately saw that Master Tom was on. She quickly right clicked his name and deleted it. The computer warned “Are you sure?” She clicked yes and then breathed out a sigh of relief.
The rest of the evening was easier. She felt like a huge weight was lifted off her. She changed into her pajamas and watched some TV. As she lay on her bed, the familiar ping of the messenger rang. She looked up and could see it was Tracy pinging her. Something about it, gave her chills. The computer pinged again. It’s Tracy, she told herself, It’s not him. Why does it seem so weird?
She thought back to last night and the thought creeping in her subconscious suddenly sprang forward. How does he know Tracy’s name? She began to panic. Did she tell him? She must have. She couldn’t remember. She didn’t think she had. She must have.
She got up and accepted the chat with Tracy. Tracy loved to type for hours at a time about the inane and this time was no different. A sense of normalcy came over Shannon and she pushed her fears back, finally accepting that she must have mentioned Tracy’s name once. The more she thought about it, the more she became sure that she did. As she chatted back and forth with Tracy, she wrote to other friends on Facebook. After awhile she felt those urges and opened up some of the photos Master Tom had sent her. She unhooked her pajama pants and slid them down with her panties, around her legs so that she could pleasure herself.
She watched a short video clip of a girl hanging from a rope by her wrist, her hands tied above her, her toes, barely touching the ground. Another woman slapped her ass with a long leather strap and she cried out with each stroke of the lash.
Her fingers pushed into the soft folds, feeling the wetness, feeling her excitement rise. She opened another photo. This one was of a girl kneeling naked in a cage. Her focus on her fantasies kept her from realizing that she had failed to close her door all the way. The door only closed completely when she pushed hard on it, making something click in the latch.
Sulla had pushed his way in and he headed straight to Shannon, his nose going towards her hand buried in her snatch. His presence startled her and her hands shot up to push him back. He went into dog play mode and woofed playfully, pushing forward, trying to get under the table and between her legs.
Shannon got up and pushed back the chair, her pants and panties were bunched up under her knees, effectively binding her and causing her to fall straight onto the floor. She caught herself with her hands but again found herself on her hands and knees. Sulla was quick to recreate the pleasure he felt the night before. He jumped on her back, his paws gripping Shannon around the waist.
Shannon cried out, more in pain from the hard landing than anything else. She felt the slimy tip of his cock poking her in the rump. She decided to try laying down rather than push him off like she tried the night before. She moved forward, leaning down, coming down off her hands onto her elbows. Sulla growled and nipped her painfully on the shoulder.
Something clicked inside of Shannon. She was horny. She wanted to feel the cock sliding in and out of her. She knew it was wrong, and awful, but desire and instinct was overwhelming her. She pushed back up on her hands and raised her rump into the air.
Sulla found his mark and his cock began to piston in and out of her wetness, growing larger with each stroke. Shannon loved the feel, the brutal violence of it, how the claws scratched at her sides, how Bone’s animal needs was only satisfied by thrusting his cock inside of her. She felt the knot grow and the cock begin to twitch. She knew he was dumping his semen into her. Lots of it.
This thought pushed her over and she came, clutching the carpet, her toes curling, her vagina convulsing and clutching the dog knot, tying them tighter together.
Sulla stood over her, not moving, enjoying his bitch. He was panting, his slobber running down onto Shannon’s shirt. Brutus had wandered in and he sniffed around the two copulating creatures.
As Brutus moved in front of her, she could see his red cock peaking out. She put her weight on one hand and raised her other to touch the fur covered sheath. It felt soft and warm in her hand. She squeezed it softly and Brutus, deciding that it felt pretty good, stood still. She moved it back and forth in her hand and saw the red tip grow larger.
She moved her hand faster and then stopped as she felt Sulla jump off of her. She winced as he pulled and the large knot was pulled out with a pop. She felt the semen run down her leg, into the carpet.
She crawled forward to get closer and continued to jack off her dog. She found the rhythm that the dog seemed to like because he began to hunch his hips and pump at her hand, the cock starting to expand and push out. She saw the pointed tip contract, expand and a clear liquid squirt out of it.
She got closer, looking at it, liking it. She thought about all the photos she saw of girls sucking cock. She wondered what it tasted like. As if Brutus could read her mind, he plopped down onto the rug, laying on his side, his cock still sticking up. She leaned forward and licked the tip and felt the clear liquid squirt onto her face.
She took the tip in her mouth and jerked it. She felt it squirt in her mouth again and the sensation excited her. She felt the knot growing under her hand. She pushed it out of the sheath and held it behind the base. After she did that, the cock swelled quickly. She wrapped her mouth around it, sucking it. The ejaculations came thicker now and in more quantity. She didn’t let a drop out, her lips around the strange cock, she swallowed the dog’s seed.
At one point, she felt like she swallowed too much. She took the cock out of her mouth. It was huge and engorged now, the veins pushing out on the sides, throbbing. She looked at it and suddenly it surged and a long rope of cum shot out and landing across her face, landing in her eye. She pushed back and wiped her eye, blinking. Sulla got up, his large cock dangling and bent his head down to sniff his cock, then to the semen on the floor.
Shannon leaned back on her knees and put her hand between her legs. She was still wet and swollen. Her fingers pushed in and she felt the combined juices from herself and her dog. She moaned, her other hand went to the floor to steady herself. She watched Brutus sniff and lick the floor. His cock was still jerking, small streams squirting out of the tip onto the floor.
She lay back on the floor, her legs spread, her finger rubbing herself. She spread Bone’s semen around her cunt. Brutus walked over and sniffed at her hand, then began to lick the wetness. She removed her hand and ran it up to her breast. She squeezed her tit as the dog’s big tongue ran roughly over her sex. She pushed her hips up, moaned and after a moment, she shuddered in her second orgasm.
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