Gee – Thanks Mom! by BDLong

“Really?” I said, irritated. It wasn’t cold, or anything, but I wasn’t in the habit of walking around naked. Neither was Miriam, who grumbled irritably when Max stopped her from retrieving her clothes. “Come on. Can’t we have some dignity?”

I tried reaching for the drawer, but Arthur nudged my hand away with his big cannonball of a head. He didn’t growl or show his teeth, but the message was clear.

“Fine,” I said, feeling my body tremble from the indignity. “Fine.”

“What now?” Miriam asked. I heard pain in her voice as she tried to hide her fear and humiliation.

As sick as I felt about what the dogs had done to me and were almost certain to do again, I knew they had been trained for this purpose, and I couldn’t really blame them. After all, they were just animals following what they knew. As mad as I was, it would be unfair of me to starve them. Moreover, it would be unsafe.

“You guys want some food?” I announced. Max and Arthur perked up. “Good. Let’s go, then.”

“They get dinner after what they did?” Miriam said.

“I’d rather not imagine what would happen to us if they get hungry enough,” I said.

Miriam’s eyes swept over the dogs in terrified realization, and she nodded in agreement.

Max led the way as we went back downstairs, outside, and around the side of the house. The walk gave us time to talk, and I spent some time looking for anything that had been moved or misplaced in the last couple weeks. I noted a few things to check up on when I had more freedom, but I knew I was going to really need to scour every inch of every room to find all the bugs.

I poured food into each of the dog bowls, but Max and Arthur just stood looking up at me. “What?” I said.

Arthur took a few paces back toward the house. When he turned his head and looked back at us, Miriam said, “Seriously? How are these dogs this smart?”

“I don’t know,” I said, picking up the bowls and following Arthur. “But we need to figure out how to get more freedom. I think I might know where a couple of the bugs are.”

Back inside, I put the bowls in the kitchen, next to the door to the dining room, but still the dogs wouldn’t eat. I put down a big bowl of water, too, but still nothing. Arthur looked back and forth between me and the food bowl, as if unclear on the concept, but when his focus eventually settled on me, I realized that I was the one who didn’t understand.

Arthur approached and without grace or warning stuck his snout between my legs. The force backed me up against the island, and when I had no more room to maneuver, the Rottweiler began lapping at my pussy in long powerful strokes.

“Oh, not again,” I groaned. But my body shuddered and I felt a warm wetness loosen me up from the inside. As reluctant as I was, Arthur’s lapping felt incredibly good, and I parted my legs a little to allow him more access. It paid off. His long tongue licked the whole way from my butthole to my clit, and I found myself becoming aroused, and not just physically. I was beginning to enjoy it.

Miriam gave me a look of disappointment. “What are you doing?”

“You know…” I had trouble focusing on my words. “Mmm… You know they’re just going to take what they want, anyway. Fighting it’s no… unh god… fighting it doesn’t do anyone any good.”

Miriam sighed. She sounded irritated more than scared or humiliated, which I guess was good, sort of. “Fine,” she said. She leaned forward on the island, folding her arms under her chest and sticking out her butt with her legs spread. “Let’s get this over with.”

I couldn’t see Max from where I was, but I knew he had made contact when Miriam sucked in a little breath. “Fuck,” she whispered.

Arthur continued his assault on my increasingly wet and aching pussy. Every four or five licks, his long tongue would dart into me, sliding against my clit on its way out. The longer this went on, the looser I felt. I put more of my weight on the island and spread my legs wider so he had full access.

It was clear that Miriam was no longer afraid, but I could tell that she was holding back. “What is it?” I asked.

For a second, it looked like she was going to ignore me, but then she looked back over her shoulder and said, “It should be you down there.”

“I… hmm… I wish it was,” I said, remembering the silkiness of her sex against my tongue. “When this is all over, we’ll have all the time in the world.”

“Uhnn…” she moaned. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

She leaned in and kissed me, and suddenly the future did seem brighter. I knew I could make it through this ordeal in one piece.

“Okay,” I said. “I’m ready. What about you?”

Miriam nodded. I could see in her eyes that there was still doubt, but I think that she was mostly questioning her sanity. It was one thing to be forced and have the excuse that you had no say in the matter, and quite another thing to offer your body to a dog. We both knew that this was a well-defined line in the sand, and while I was ready because my focus was on the future, Miriam was still in the moment.

I took the lead and gently pushed Arthur’s head away. He growled, but stopped as I lowered myself to my hands and knees. He sniffed at me for a second and then cocked his head to the side.

“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for?”

Miriam laughed out loud, and I looked up at her to see her covering an amused grin with her hand. “I guess you surprised him,” she said. Slowly, she too pushed Max away and lowered herself next to me on the kitchen floor.

Once she was down, Arthur got the message and moved around behind me. He gave my pussy a few more licks just for good measure, and then I felt his weight on me. He felt heavier than Max had, but that was just because he had most of his weight on my back. Quickly, instinctively, he shifted the weight back, gripped my waist with his powerful forepaws, and started jabbing at me. This time, however, I wasn’t struggling to get free, and he hit his mark quickly. I thought I would have been ready for it, but I was mistaken. Arthur’s dog cock smashed into my pussy like a freight train, and I clenched my eyes, saw stars, and howled.

“AAAAH! OWWW! Ow! Ow! Ah, god! Fuck!” I swore and yelled as the Rotty fucked me. At first, it was in pain. His cock felt like a giant hot piston thrusting in and out of me, and for a moment I regretted letting him have me. But soon, wonderful sensations began to pulse through me.

Miriam gripped my hand. Max had only just mounted her, possibly distracted by my yelling. Her grip tightened when he started jabbing at her pussy, and became nearly a death grip when he buried his cock in her. “OH!” she yelped. “Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh…” she continued as the Shepherd pounded her.

And there we were, two new young lovers side by side on the kitchen floor holding hands while two dogs fucked us silly. I wasn’t thinking it at the time, but it surprised me later how quickly things had moved, how quickly I had accepted our situation. At the time, I was thinking about the intense pleasure washing though me as I came. I wasn’t sure how many orgasms had shaken me, but it definitely wasn’t the first.

“Yes!”

That wasn’t me. It was Miriam. At first it was a timid squeak, then a full-throated cry of pleasure, and then a series of breathy moans.

“It’s so fucking good!” she moaned.

I just nodded my head and moaned, “Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn….” Stuffed as I was with Arthur’s huge cock, and having come yet again, I was barely aware of where I was.

As before, I felt a few thrusts that stretched me even more and cause me to groan in discomfort. Then, the swollen base of Arthur’s cock was stuck inside me, grinding up against my g-spot and pushing me once again toward orgasm. I reached back and grabbed his legs to keep him from moving around, and had to lower my face and chest to the cold tile. I hardly noticed, though, because of the erotic heat building around the pulsing dog cock.

My cheek pressed against the tile, I watched as Max, too, secured himself in Miriam, who groaned, reached one hand back, but kept the other elbow on the floor. Even through her dark skin, I saw her face was flushed with orgasmic bliss. Her eyes were glazed, but she looked down at me pinned under the big Rotty and smiled.

“Thank you,” she said. I must have looked puzzled, because she added, “For the advice. I can handle this. All I gotta do is relax and enjoy myself.” She wiggled her butt back against Max and moaned.

And there it was. She had broken, just like I had.

I lost track of time for a while, but Arthur’s cock eventually popped out of me, and his hot cum poured out of me and splashed onto the tile floor. Max, too, finished with similar results, beads of thin white seed contrasting heavily against Miriam’s dark legs.

The mess was already made, so we knelt there recovering and letting the cum drip from our freshly fucked pussies. When we were finally able, we got up, cleaned the floor, and began making a bit of dinner. As for the dogs, they mostly left us alone for the rest of the night. When Miriam went upstairs to fetch our clothes, Arthur followed her but didn’t intervene, even when we got dressed. It felt comforting to be clothed again, but we knew that the understanding was that we would keep our guardians well sexed.

Thankfully, the dogs seemed satisfied for the night. I, for one, was a sore, but I distracted myself from the pain by using the time to search for the hidden cameras my mother had planted. I immediately found the one in the kitchen, planted in a recessed light above the island counter. No doubt it had recorded our most recent activity. There was one in the living room hidden in the shell of a book I did not recognize. There were more in the bedrooms, entry ways, and even some in the windows facing out into the yard. No doubt there were more outside, but it was late and I didn’t feel like trekking out to find them.

“Dee,” Miriam said as I pulled yet another camera from inside a vent in the ceiling. “What’s the plan here?”

“What do you mean?” I said.

Miriam lifted her nose from a book on impressionism and simply gave me that “bitch, are you kidding?” look. It had occurred to me that I was acting a bit paranoid, though not without reason, but I stopped and took stock. I was standing there with a pillowcase full of expensive electronics and a feeling of satisfaction. But why? I had taken the cameras, but that did not change anything about what had already happened. Where did all that footage go? I’d never found any hard drives, and the cameras were too small to transmit over distances over a few dozen meters. This was all wasted energy if I couldn’t find the storage devices. I tossed the bag of tiny cameras onto an upholstered recliner and sat down heavily on the couch.