Brody continued pumping his seed down to my throat and I had no other choice than to gulp it down as quickly as I could. I kept swallowing so hard that I was basically milking Brody’s cock with my throat muscles. My face was turning red from the exertion of not being able to breathe properly and from the strong heat I was feeling due volume of hot dog semen. I was not sure how long would I be able to endure this experience. And to add insult to injury, my body betrayed me again. Cumming into my throat had not stopped Brody from sampling my vagina. So, in the lowest of my low points, I orgasmed hard when Brody’s tongue was able to rub my clit just with a right angle.
The tremors started from my pussy and soon the waves of climax washed upwards. The heat I was sensing enhanced the experience to an unbearable level. I was trashing my body when the pleasure forced itself on me, but I could not escape the sensations. Brody’s mission to churn out more of my pussy juices was a huge success when I orgasmed and blew up at his face. His tongue was lapping every drop he was able to find. And then the nightmare ended, as abruptly as it had started. With one hard pull, Brody withdrew his tool, not only from my throat but completely from my mouth. Simultaneously I gasped for air and coughed out a mouthful of semen. It seemed that Brody’s interests had switched from my mouth to my pussy. Before I had even time to recover, he had already climbed onto my bed and was face-first digging into my pussy.
“This ends now”, I thought. I will not let Brody violate me any further. Now that he wasn’t pinning me against the bed, I immediately pushed myself down from the bed and then on my feet. The sperm was still dripping down from my mouth, when I screamed to Brody, ‘I WILL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!’. I did not mean what I said, but I was angry. He looked at me in confusion like he did not understand what was wrong. However, those innocent puppy eyes did not calm my anger. I moved towards him and tried to grip his collar, but he evaded me easily. His movements and behavior indicated that he thought that we were going to play a new game. I could have even sworn that he grinned at me before running out of my room.
Without much thinking, I ran after him. At the retrospective, I should have probably taken a minute for myself and simply think. But back then, I could not stop myself. My summer dress was a mere shadow of its former self. It was soiled with saliva, pussy juices, and dog sperm dripping from my mouth. Without even caring I wiped my face on my dress. The dress was going to the trash can anyway after I was done with Brody. It was nothing short of a miracle that I was able to walk, let alone run after Brody. My legs were a little shaky after climaxing three times in short order. And my stomach was so full of Brody’s seed that there was a noticeable bump at my belly. My face was now red from anger and humiliation. While dashing after him, I thought, “I will make him pay for this.”
I did not know how he had been able to break free, but I was determined to figure it out and correct the situation. I had left the backdoor to the kitchen open, so it was obvious that he had gotten into the house from there. Just when I entered back yard, I saw Brody squeezing under the broken fence I had found earlier. “You sneaky fuck!” I thought to myself. I tried to call after him, ‘Brody! Come here, boy!’ But he ignored me. Before I ran after him, I wanted to wash the disgusting taste from my mouth. I drank several cups of water, but the taste was not going away. ‘Fuck it!’ I said and started speed-walking to Brody’s yard. I could feel the sun on my face. It was significantly hotter than it was when I had taken my nap. It was a good call to have drank water before coming outside. An annoying part inside of me reminded me, “And you also got a nice mouthful or two or three just 5 minutes ago. Does that count Eve?” ‘FUCK!’, I screamed by myself. Fortunately, no one heard. I must’ve been quite a sight walking in a quite revealing outfit and yelling by myself. I did not really want to explain my situation to anyone at the moment.
I arrived at the backyard of next door. I could not see him, so I called for him again, ‘Brody!’ He did not come, but I was now able to see him at the far side. He was sheepishly watching me but ignoring everything I yelled. There was no doubt how smart he was. I could not mask the anger in my voice, so he saw it better to wait and see than risk anything. It was not like I could just run and catch him. He had to come to me. “Guess I need to be smarter than him then”, I thought.
I felt somewhat calm now, so part of me just wanted to return inside. But a bigger part of me thought that I had already walked here so I might as well finish this. And even bigger part of me did not want Brody to get hurt by running to the streets or something, but I was too angry to admit that last part to myself. So, I directed myself to Brody’s dog house. I knew that I had to tie him down if I wanted to have any hope to discipline him. Normally Brody was tied to the dog house by a chain that automatically reels back to its origin whenever the chain is loose. So logically, I should find the chain from inside the dog house.
The dog house was quite standard. Brody’s house was painted blue with some white frames and corner pieces here and there. The doorway was quite high, but not very wide. It was built so that a tall dog like Brody can walk in easily, turn around inside and lie down comfortably on the floor. I had learned from my old neighbors that you should always build your dog houses to fit the dog you have, and not a bit bigger. It was something about the house staying warm during winter.
I kneeled down in front of the dog house and looked in. As you might guess, it was darker inside than outside and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. It was just long enough time for me to sniff the classic wet dog smell lingering inside. Ok, I admit that I did not smell like roses either and I had enough of Brody’s DNA in and on me so that I should fit right in. ‘FUCK!’ I said again when I remembered what he had done. I resumed what I was doing and very quickly I noticed the chain reel on the floor of the house. The doorway was not made for humans, so even a small person like myself had to turn my body sideways to fit my shoulders in. Not a problem. I was able to reach the reel without much effort and pick it up. When I got back up, I sat on the grass nearby and started to study the reel.
It was evident that the reel had been disconnected from the anchor, which assumably was still fixed somewhere inside the dog house. But I could not figure out how Brody had been able to rip it off from his collar as well. There were a lot of bite marks and scratches on the leather part of the chain, so my only guess was that he had just gotten lucky. Anyway, I did not bother to think about it too long. The most important thing was that the reel and the chain part were fine. And as long as I connect it back to the anchor, it should do the trick.
Brody had gotten closer to me. I saw him becoming curious about what I was doing at his house. “Just you wait until I am done with this”, I thought to myself. It’s not like I planned to hurt him, but it was just something to think about to fuel my rage. I took the reel on my hands and checked which part I need to attach to the anchor. I was looking at a metal ring, roughly the size of a coin. I assumed the anchor inside the house was having its counterpart. ‘Alright, let’s get this shit done’, I said now out loud. I kneeled to start crawling into the dog house again. I was hoping that the anchor was at the ceiling nearby, so I did not need to crawl fully in. I got my head inside and started to look around the ceiling. Like before, I had to adjust to the darkness. It did not help that my body was blocking the sole access to the sunlight. I tried to turn my head around, but no matter what, I could not find what I was looking for.
Then I understood where the anchor must be, right above the entrance. The only area in my blind spot. Still having my head inside, I tried to squeeze my arm in as well so I could feel the area right above my head, but I had some difficulties doing so. As I said before, the entrance to Brody’s dog house was quite high, but not very wide. “Never would have I guessed that I wouldn’t be able to fit my shoulders through a door of any kind”, but that was indeed the case with this tiny house. I gave up and decided to back out. It would be easier to just feel the anchor from outside. If it really was there, I would adjust my body accordingly and figure out the proper position to attach the reel. “No big deal”, that is at least what I thought.
I tried to back out from the dog house, but before I was able to even twitch I felt a familiar snout at my backside. I shrieked from the surprise, and instinctively tried to leap out from the house. I felt a brief but sharp pain when something metallic pressed against the back of my neck, which was followed by an ominous ‘CLICK!’ sound. The anchor for the dog chain was indeed right above the entrance, and by a stroke of ill luck, the metal ring at the reel had a very similar size as the metal rings holding my choker together. By trying to escape in a hurry, I accidentally attached my choker to the anchor. It seems that it was now my turn to experience being on a short leash.
When I realized what had happened, I immediately tried to reach the anchor, but it was hopeless. Not even with my petite body, could I fit my shoulders through the smallish frames of the entrance. And the skintight choker did not allow me to bend my body sideways at all, which would have allowed me to sneak at least one of the arms inside. Even the slightest of movements was going to twist the choker which would then cut painfully into my skin. This ruled out any attempts to yank the anchor or the choker. The only thing I could do was keep my head up inside the dog house and try to stay calm while figuring out a way to unbind myself. In my effort to fix the situation, I had briefly forgotten Brody. But I was soon reminded about him when long, warm and sloppy lick savored every part of my backside from my clitoris to my virginal asshole. ‘No! Not again!’ I begged.
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