I held my hand between our legs to catch any spilled seed. Its heat reminded me how Connie had saved me from a human’s colder cum.
We stood for long minutes as his genitals injected fiercely hot semen. My skin had goosebumps in the cold air, but my insides were warmed by the alpha’s seed.
When my hand hadn’t felt any drips for a minute, I carefully moved my hand to my face. Kane’s cum smelled as rank and as wrong as ever. Perhaps a minute in the air had taken any goodness from it. No doubt every sperm in my hand had died. I licked it with the tip of my tongue and instantly scrunched up my face. My stomach roiled inside me.
I watched my hand spill Kane’s seed to the Earth. Not only did I wipe my hand on the grass, I dug up soil and buried the dead sperm.
Abruptly, Kane pulled his deflating dick out of my cum filled pussy. In my head I heard Connie rebuke me for wasting his seed. I clenched my loins to keep it inside, for as long as I could. I didn’t dare move, lest it squirted out.
Kane came to me with his dirty rubber ball. He wanted to play, I thought. But it was dark. I hadn’t turned on the floodlights. A shameful use occured to me. I took the ball, wiped it on the grass as best I could and pushed it against my cum weeping puss.
Getting up, I kept his cum inside with the improvised rubber plug. Kane hadn’t acted too put out at me for not throwing the ball. Perhaps he was sleepy after sating his lust.
We entered our home together. He trotted to the bedroom. I took the bowl that Connie had fetched earlier and squatted over it until the last of the alpha’s seed had dripped out.
I knew what I should do, but my stomach refused to participate. I wrapped the bowl in plastic and put it in the freezer.
Kane allowed me to sleep with him in the bed. He stood up and barked when I crouched down at the foot of the bed. Then he moved over, offering me room upon it. He spooned me with one foreleg dangling over my arm. I dreamed of Scranton Jones getting raped by my protector.
***
I woke up hungry. Starving! What I wanted didn’t matter. Kane needed to pee. I fixed his breakfast bowl. He returned from out back and took a shit on the newspapers. I took it to the trash while he wolfed down his food on the table.
When I reached the door, he was there, nosing me back into the yard. He had found his ball in a corner of the kitchen floor. Was he deliberately denying me food? Kane made me throw the ball for an hour.
Exhausted at a cellular level, I entered two paces behind the alpha. He ambled off in the office’s direction, expecting me to begin working.
“Kane.” I pleaded, going to the cupboards. He paused and gave me a cautious look. “Let me eat? I took out a can of black beans and held it before the electric opener.
His eyes narrowed. His breath stilled. He made a sound deep in his throat that could be described as “Hmmph!” Then he trotted away.
I fixed myself a bean salad and warmed up a piece of leftover steak. However, when I took the metal pan out of the oven, Kane loped into the kitchen and barked! He jumped up on the table.
I ate bean salad, sitting on cold, kitchen tiles. Kane’s fangs tore into the hot steak. Connie had warned me to prevent him from overeating. Was that even possible? I would have to ask later, if she deemed me worthy of her ‘services’ that night.
Kane accompanied me in the bathroom while I showered. His head poked through the curtain several times, to ensure I wasn’t trying to wrap a towel around my waist. He let me put on a bra and warm top in the bedroom.
I did accomplish a lot. Once more, I felt a strange energy fueling quality work. I entered a flow state that made hours speed by. Kane had to prod me with his nose, to fix lunch for him. I had a pickle and cheese sandwich.
Returning to work, I feared that I would find dog shit on the printouts I had again spread over my chair. It was clean. Kane plopped down in the doorway and snoozed while I worked again.
He nosed me for attention sometime around 4pm. I followed him to the door, but he suddenly turned back and leaped on the desk. Papers and the keyboard went flying, but he didn’t knock over the computer this time. My heart cringed when he hung his hairy butt over my chair and let go of two healthy clods. They struck and stuck to the printouts. If he ever got diarrhea, my expensive chair would be doomed.
Why was he doing this? He seemed fine with me working most of the day. I had proven that I would obey whenever he needed me.
After scratching on the desktop, as if to bury his stinking plop, he jumped down and trotted past me, nosing my hand along the way. I followed. Didn’t he want me to clear his mess? The longer it steamed, the worse the room would smell.
Kane led me outside and found his ball. He brought it to my hand, but when I grabbed it, ready for a throw, he clamped his teeth on my wrist and dragged me to my hands and knees.
The alpha took me hard and fast. He made me cum quicker than ever. I was spinning with abject joy, feeling more owned and used with each fervent fucking.
He surprised me by twisting sooner than expected. I had felt his cock inflate along my quaking cunt, but it hadn’t yet shot his super hot semen. I fumbled trying to help him turn ass to ass. His cock almost popped out, but my hand was there. Fresh cum scalding, I had difficulty holding on to his slimy prick and preventing separation.
Even Kane’s obvious pleasure from sexual release didn’t stop his expression from gaining a measure of disappointment.
Under his dismissive gaze, I attempted to push cum back into my twat. I only succeeded in releasing more into my soaked hand. His unhappy gaze raked my guilt for nearly half an hour. Pulling away, his dick popped out of me, and I crammed the rubber ball against the sticky tide.
Before I could drain his cum into the bowl from the freezer, he made me take away his stinking mess. My thighs clutched at the rubber ball as I walked like a zombie outside, to discard the incomprehensible message he had left for me.
Afterwards he watched his cum drip out of my cunt into the frosted bowl. He looked puzzled. Humans did strange things, he was probably thinking. I was thinking the same thing about his recent office poop.
Drained, I returned to the office, hoping to finish some last minute work before Connie arrived. I knew she wouldn’t waste time texting her ETA. Kane turned me around and took me back outside. I threw the ball for another hour. Kane barked and chased joyously!
When suppertime rolled around, I wasn’t sure if I should wait for Connie. Kane didn’t act concerned either way. He was always hungry, but for an alpha he was surprisingly self-controlled. I could only imagine that Connie was responsible for teaching him moderation in all things except cunt.
I thought about offering my cunt, but I chickened out. Was a lowest rung bitch allowed to initiate sex? Kane’s sharp ears saved me from that internal debate, by perking up abruptly. He scrambled to the door, having heard familiar footsteps.
Connied ignored me when I opened the door. She entered and knelt to give the alpha a lingering, firm hug. “Is your bitch behaving better today?”
A television dog would have barked then, either with approval or disdain. Kane merely tilted his head and accepted deep scratching around his neck and behind his ears.
My trainer looked up at me, “Has he eaten?”
Self-confidence fled me. “I-I wasn’t sure- I mean I was about to-”
She shook her head at me, always disappointed. “Have you eaten?”
“Not yet. I mean, I had a sandwich at lunch and a salad this morning.”
“Hmmm.” She studied Kane. “I would have told you not to, except for yesterday’s unexpected distraction.”
Distraction? She had given my cunt to the next door neighbor!
“Now, I’m telling you. Don’t eat anything that I don’t give you.”
“Y-yes, Ma-am.”
“When did the alpha last mate with you?”
“About two hours ago.”
“Did you keep his knot and protect his cum?” Her voice harshened.
“I-I tried- I mean I did it better this morning, but this afterno-”
CRACK!
Connie’s hand had bashed my cheek. “I don’t care what you ‘mean,’ Bitch! Did you hold and protect your alpha’s ejacualate?”
“No.” I almost said ‘I mean.’ “Not very well, but I tried. I promise I’ll do better.”
She growled in the base of her throat. Kane added to her growl, ready to support the alpha female no matter what.
Desperate to sound less useless, I perked up. “I saved what I could! It’s in a bowl in the freezer.”
“Really.” She didn’t sound less disappointed. “Show me.”
We went to the kitchen and I took out the frozen bowl.
“It’s not much, is it, for two matings.”
I hung my head. “No, Ma-am.”
“It’s better than nothing.” She took the bowl from me. Kane watched, continually puzzled by human triteness.
“Freezing it wasn’t a bad idea, but now we have to thaw it.” Veiled amusement underscored her words. A chill ran up and down my spine. “Down!” She waved her palm at the kitchen floor, from high to low.
I kneeled and dropped to my hands. Kane sniffed my crotch, to ensure I respected his presence.
“You can’t warm this in the microwave. That’s too uneven. You could use a double boiler, but then you’d waste what coated the pan.” Connie was building up to her next lesson. My heart cringed at every word. I hear slight cracking sounds. “Capture the bitch, Kane.” She gave the unfamiliar command calmly and repeated. “Capture.”
I nearly jolted to my feet, but that would have only earned a worse punishment. Kane’s sharp jaws clamped firmly around my neck, securing me solidly. My heart thumped with fear.
“No.” Connie’s voice grew close to my ear. “It’s best to warm it up where it belongs.” With that warning, she pressed a piece of iced cum into my trembling slit.
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