“See, Dad,” was saying the puppy. “I told you she was awake.”
“Good job, son,” replied the father.
They came to stand at the foot of the bed and stared at me. At first I was afraid, but finally, the insaneness of it got the better of me. I had gone through so much that I no longer cared that none of this made sense. Talking dogs? So what?
“What happened?” I asked. “Where am I?”
There was a moment of silence before the father spoke.
“You’re in my home,” he explained. “I found you half dead in the desert.”
That made sense. Sort of.
“Who are you?” was my next question.
“Name is Karter, and this is my son, Kenni,” explained the dog. Kenni waved his paw when his name was mentioned. Though I had only just met him, I could tell he was fidgety. It would not have surprised me had he dropped to all fours and started running after his own tail.
“I’m Ava,” I said. “Ava Long.”
“Avalon?” asked Kenni.
I shook my head.
“Ava Long,” I repeated, enunciating each syllable. Unfortunately, I would soon discover that dogs are unable to pronounce the “g” sound, so from that moment on they referred to me as Avalon. I was tempted to correct them and or suggest they call me by my first name, but I had far more important matters to attend to.
“Thanks for saving me,” I told Karter.
“You’re welcome,” said the man. And from that moment on I was treated as one of their own. Sort of.
While the ointment I soon learned had been applied to most of my body had worked wonders, I was still very weak from my trek through the desert. I thus spent the next few days in bed, regaining my strength.
Kenni spent all of his free time asking me questions and pretty much being a bumbling, energetic idiot. But I enjoyed his company, and I was grateful for the distraction. That is until I met Karter’s other son. Unlike Kenni, Kane was a full grown dog—he was a massive, muscular German shepherd. He was far more composed than Kenni and appeared to be a kind, gentle soul. At least that was the impression I got from the few times I saw him. He was the only who brought me my food and made sure I was comfortable, but he was not very big on talking and seemed to be at odds with his father.
I felt quite safe in Karter’s home until the day I regained enough strength to stand up. I asked permission to take a walk outside, hoping the fresh air would help me recover more quickly. To my utter surprise, Karter refused. At first, I thought he was kidding, but when I tried the door and discovered it was locked, it became evident that the man was not as friendly as he would have me believe. While on the surface it appeared as though I was a guest, the truth was that I was a prisoner.
Karter didn’t know I had tried to leave without his permission, and I planned on it remaining a secret. I considered asking Kenni to let me out, but he was a blabbermouth. Even if I could convince him to let me leave the house, he would undoubtedly tell his father, and my chances of escape would evaporate. And, since there was no sign of my magical dildo—Karter claimed he had seen no such device upon discovering me in the desert, but I could tell he was lying—there was very little point in trying to escape.
The days passed, and I grew increasingly aware of Karter’s ruthlessness. On the surface, he appeared kind and considerate, but deep down he was selfish and cruel. I had yet to figure out why he was keeping me prisoner, but I could tell the reason was purely self-serving. No wonder Kane and his father didn’t get along. It was this coldness between them which convince me to trust Kane enough to ask him to free me. Unfortunately, he refused—he also refused to answer any of my questions, though I could tell he wanted to help. He made it clear that he didn’t agree with his father’s actions, yet he was bound by the laws of their society. Just like wolf packs back on earth—I had concluded that I was in some sort of alternate reality or on a distant planet—the canines of this world were bound to obey the commands of the alpha. In this case, Karter was the top dog, and his word was law.
It took a few days, but I finally decided to take matters into my own hands. Since Kenni was too much of a liability and Kane refused to help me, I would escape on my own. Though all doors and windows were locked, they were equipped with a special mechanism that allowed dogs to unlock them with a simple insertion and turn of the claw. All I had to do was find a narrow, pointed object and use it to force one of the locks. The procedure was surprisingly easy, and I reproached myself for not doing it earlier.
My escape would have been successful had it not been for a stroke of bad luck. I had waited until Karter, Kane, and Kenni were gone to make my move, but they returned early from their errand and caught me in the act. What followed was a beating the likes of which I had never even fathomed.
Have you ever been attacked by an enraged dog? If so, then you understand how I felt. If not, simply imagine your worst nightmare and multiply it by ten. That’s how bad it was.
At first, all he did was beat me, but his rage seemed to grow with every blow. And with it his cock. Before long, he has a raging hard-on. I only caught glimpses of it, but it appeared quite massive. Yet it wasn’t until he wrapped his jaws around my neck and mounted me that I realized what he was getting ready to do.
He was going to rape me.
Up until now, Kane had watched, angry but afraid to act. That all changed when he saw his father about to penetrate me. He released a powerful, animalistic growl that seemed to shake the whole house and attacked his father.
Momentarily forgetting about me, Karter turned his attention to his son.
“You don’t want to do this,” he warned.
“I do,” replied Kane, surprisingly calm. “In fact, I should have done it a long time ago.”
Kenni and I cowered in a corner as Karter and Kane started circling each other. Kane was larger than his father, but Karter was far more vicious. There was no doubt in my mind Karter would do whatever it took to get the upper hand. I seriously doubted the same could be said about Kane. Nonetheless, he refused to back down.
Father and son circled each other a while longer before one of them made a move. I expected it to be Karter, but it was his son who made the first more. He lunged at his father. Unfortunately, Karter was quick, and he dodged the attack. He also took advantage of the situation to pin Kane to the ground. Within seconds, his maw was wrapped around Kane’s throat. All he had to do was squeeze, and it would all be over.
I couldn’t watch. I closed my eyes, expecting to hear the sound of snapping bones. But all I heard was a low growl and a whimper. Then complete silence. Was it over? Was Kane dead? I was afraid to open my eyes, but I knew I couldn’t hide behind my eyelids forever.
I opened my eye. The scene I discovered was nothing like I had expected. Karter stood tall, head held high. His son was flattened across the floor before him, whimpering in submission. Though I was glad Kane was still alive, I felt responsible for his humiliation. He may not have suffered any physical injury, there was no doubt in my mind his father would make him pay for what he had done.
“You will pay for that,” growled Karter, right on cue.
Kane just whimpered.
“You will watch as I fuck Avalon.”
My heart skipped a beat. It seemed as though Karter had decided to punish both Kane and me at the same time.
“No!” pleaded Kane. “Anything but that.”
I didn’t know why Kane was so against the thought of his father forcing himself upon me, but the thought seemed to terrify him.
To my utter amazement, Karter conceded to his son’s request.
“All right,” he agreed, suddenly calm and collected. “I won’t fuck your precious little human… Kenni will.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about this latest development. Part of me was relieved that Karter would not be penetrating me. Unfortunately, I would still be having sex with a dog, and I had no idea how I felt about it. The same could not be said about Kenni.
“Really?” he asked excitedly, jumping up and down. “I get to have sex?”
Karter smiled, pleased by his son’s eagerness.
“That’s right, my son” he said. “You get to have sex.”
There was a moment of silence during which no one spoke. Karter glared at Kane. Kane glanced at me, eyes filled with guilt—he no doubt felt responsible for the sexual outcome of my attempted escape. Kenni jumped up and down excitedly, his cock growing between his hind legs. I just sat there, struggling to figure out how I felt about this whole thing.
Karter was the first one to break the silence.
“Kenni,” he said, focusing on his youngest son. “Lie down.”
Kenni did as told, revealing his now fully erect cock. It was smaller than Karter’s yet still quite imposing. It was roughly the size of the average human male. But what scared me was not the shaft itself, but rather the knot that stood at its base. Unfortunately, there was very little I could do about it.
“You,” growled Karter, turning his gaze on me. “Suck his cock!”
I hesitated. While I could have refused, I knew it would only lead to more trouble. The safest thing I could do was play along. While the thought of having sex with a dog worried me, the thought of what would happen if I refused was terrifying. It was thus with a sense of helplessness that I approached my soon to be lover.
Kenni was so excited he could barely hold still. I had to reach out and grab hold of his shaft just to keep it still. A shiver ran through me as I felt the intense heat wafting up from it. I had a momentary doubt. What if I couldn’t go through with this? What would happen to me? What would happen to Kane? I even felt kind of bad at the thought of denying Kenni his first sexual experience. But in the end it was the primal urge to survive that pushed me to do what I, mere days ago, would never have considered.
I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the tip of Kenni’s rock-hard cock. The member twitched. Ignoring the growing sense of repulsion that grew within me, I slid my lips along the length of the shaft. Within seconds, the tip of the spear had reached my uvula. Determined to take things slow, I pulled back, then slowly reinserted the spear into my oral cavity. This time I kept going until it slipped into my throat. My gag reflex begged to be activated, but I refused to listen. I kept pushing until every last inch of the cock had been swallowed up. Only the knot remained unattended.
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