I didn't try to nod. I knew I'd just choke myself on my collar, the chain leash to which offered no slack in her firm grip, just above my head. Instead, I turned my face to her. I couldn't see through the leather blindfolds, but I knew from experience and the sound of her voice, the feeling of her breath on my cheek, where she ought to be.

“Uh-huh...”, I managed through the ring-gag spreading open my jaw. I felt the drool run down my chin, as I pushed my moist breath through the makeshift sex organ.

“Oh my!” She chortled, her soft fingers brushing against the side of my left cheek, which she had been breathing on with her whispers. She gathered up a bead of saliva and its accompanying line, and pushed two fingers through my forced open lips, slowly fucking my mouth with them, feeding my spit back to me. “No real girl would drool all over herself like that, sissy, even with a juicy cock pushing open her lips...”

Mistress pushed her fingers in and out from between my lips, and as she did so, she began to twist and turn them, playing with the soft inside of my mouth, pulling on the ring, scratching my tongue. She pushed her fingers all the way back to where my tonsils once were, making me gag by pressing the tips of them against the tender spot. As she did so, I could taste a strawberry flavored chemical taste mixed with a faint, but distinct nuttiness. I was nothing new, but this still surprised me. She was feeding me my spit with the fingers she'd already fingered me with.

“Sissy likes her taste, doesn't she?”

I let out a low moaning sound as she leaned over me, draping me with her scented body, fingers still in my mouth, fucking it slowly as she rubbed her dress against the bare skin of my back, putting even greater stress on my arms, bound behind me in rubber straps, as she used my kneeling form to support her bodyweight.

As expected, she withdrew her now-slick fingers from my mouth, and slid them down my body, along a shoulder, my chest, my groin, before pressing them against my dilated bud. They sunk right in.

“You're opening well, love....I wish you could see me making this cunt feel so good....see as well as feel this whole gobbling up my fingers...”

She giggled. “I feel like I should be surprised, but why should I be? Your little peter-clit leaks right through its cage whenever I stick anything in here, and move it. It's pretty obvious your cunt likes the taste of your mouth far more then you could ever enjoy the taste of your cunt...”

I felt a little rustling around my chastity device, at the lock above, before hearing a click. My Mistress slid it off. Before, months ago, when we'd just begun our training together, my clit would spring to attention almost immediately. My Mistress would tease it if she had time, stroking it with her manicured hand, or with a handkerchief, or a slip of velvet, until it was beading at the tip, quivering with anticipation. Now, though, it rose only slowly, and only assumed half-hardness, even with a hand on my clit gently stroking it, and the other working its fingers in and out of my trained hole. I couldn't help but drool through the mouth ring more, as she worked my hole and clit simultaneously.

I heard a door creak open, and just as suddenly, my Mistress pulled herself off of me, fingers removed from my hole, hand from my clit.

“Is she ready?” The newcomer was none other then John, another dominant, and friend of my Mistress. Around where he stood I heard the tell-tale rustling of his Golden Retriever, and the rattling of his leash.

I heard my Mistress, above and in front of me, sliding her hands together, as though wiping the filth of my body from either. She laughed coldly.

“Oh, yes...she's ready. When will we begin?”

“Now, if you like.”

Master John was a simple, quiet man; he could afford to be, with his strength and resolve, and endurance in 'the act'.

“Okay...you don't need to lube her. I already did that.”

“Even so...” I felt something being spritzed around my hole, from something like a fragrance bottle. I heard my Mistress scoff.

“You really need to train that retriever better. It shouldn't need instruction.” I didn't understand what she meant, how it related to the here and now, as I anticipated Master John unbuckling, unzipping, and lowering his pants to push his stiff rod into my waiting cunt.

“This is how I train them. This is how I trained the last one, too, Joann.”

A soft, furry and heavy shape draped itself over me suddenly, the feeling of canine forearms locking themselves around my midsection sending a shudder through my body. I knew immediately that this wasn't like the other sections, as the hard tip of the dog's phallus jabbed at my balls twice, painfully, before 'Ashley' adjusted, and with a pant, pressed his fat cock home deep inside of me, and started thrusting away.

My Mistress laughed, crouching next to me, as Ashley breeded my hole, tearing it, fucking me harder then I'd ever been used by my Mistress, her friends, or any of the customers any of them had sold my sissy hole to for a half-hour or more at the motel. My breath caught in my throat in disbelief, small croaking sounds coming out until I could push through a groan, bringing my Mistress' hand down to brush a ringlet of hair away from my ear, comfortingly.

“Oh...see, she likes it, John....”

She rubbed her hand against my half-rigid clit, her finger pressing against the opening of the tip, collecting the leaking semen with a finger-tip. She pushed the finger into my mouth, rubbing the creamy goo right into my taste-buds, 'Ashley' continuing to pound away mindlessly, panting in my ear.

“I can see that. Most strange. Didn't you tell her your rule on bestiality?”

My Mistress rose, a quiet, pondering sound emanating from her lips. “Hm....you know, I don't think I ever did. Although....no, I never did, because it wasn't necessary. The first thing she asked for was this, after all.”

“To be fucked by a dog?” I could hear the raised eyebrow in Master John's tone.

“No...”, my Mistress continued. “No, this slut asked me for the ultimate punishment, even before she could have possibly done a single thing wrong.”

I could barely focus on them talking, as 'Ashley' pushed his knot into my rectum, making me arch my back, and push a loud, hoarse groan through my throat. Who would've thought....something so humiliating....something so vulgar, so taboo could possibly feel good outside of the context of 'forbidden'? I certainly hadn't. But Ashley was a machine, and as he continued pumping what had to have been a thirteen inch doggy cock into my guts, I found my skin tingling, and I lost myself more and more.

“This is a favor, John...”, My Mistress continued, crouching next to me again, finger-tips stroking the purple head of my useless cock. “I want her to enjoy it before I do it...”

Do what?, I wanted to ask, but Ashley redoubled his efforts as he throbbed harder, my hole stroking his fleshy piston as it hammered into my colon. He growled, latching onto my hair with his jaw, shaking me; letting me know my place as his cocksheath of the moment.

“You asked me to remove these, Danielle, dear....”, my Mistress whispered. “I've removed the balls of other slaves, but I never told you when and why....now you can probably deduce, though...”

I only half understood her, as Ashley jerked forward hard once, then twice, then a third time, his knot rubbing perfectly against my prostate, making more of my cum leak; it was sterile now, after all the hormones and t-blockers, and pins in the cushion, but the fluid still persisted.

“It's a competition, Danni....you and the dog. Someone needs to be spayed and neutered. Otherwise there's too many pets and sluts in the gene-pool. You have the mental advantage, Danni....you always did. Especially against a dog. So we let him take advantage of an anatomical one. Dogs are very good at fucking, Danni. They last forever, and the cock is the perfect shape. So in a competition of whoever cums first, the dog with always outlast the human. The human just can't help themselves...”

I felt something passing over my exposed sack, carefully fitting around it, as Ashley intensified his pounding. I could feel the pressure building in my prostate, and knew that there was no escape; it was only a matter of time.

“Come on, Danni....cum for that cock. Show Ashley what a slut you are, honey...”

I couldn't hold it in....didn't want to hold it in. I remembered, now, when she'd first found me, injected me with something to make me light headed and pliable, and I'd told her my darkest secrets.

I wanted to be a girl. I was a man that wanted to be a woman. I could never be, but if it meant I could come close to it, I'd happily part with my manhood permanently. She'd brushed my auburn ringlets, comforting me, as she rubbed my shoulders, telling me that she could make me beautiful, if only I would do a couple tricks for her and her friend John, at the old Rosemont hotel...

And so I had. And repeatedly, when the cock had filled me, my shrinking clit squirted its crème, thick and heavy, like it did now.

“Good girl...”, my Mistress cooed in my ear, as I heard her adjust her grip on the elastrator handle. “A little more...”

And more came out, Ashley still not finished, frantically speeding up his pumping, as my hole clenched down on his cock so hard I groaned in pain. He was so hard, and still fucking. I felt a stinging sensation, and was sure he'd torn me.

“More, Danni....I haven't milked you in a month. You have lots there...I want it all...”

I felt my balls draining, as Ashley continued pumping, slowing as his knot swelled. I felt myself cumming, but nothing was coming out. Ashley was rigid atop me.

“Good girl....now I can finish.”

The rubber band snapped closed with agonizing quickness around my sack, making me drop to the floor face first, Ashley's crème filling my hole. His doggy cum burned, as it splashed against cuts and tears his rabid fucking had caused in me. I was sure my hole was bloody. He pulled out. Exhausted, I began to fade.

“She'll make a lot more money for us, now...”, I remember Master John saying, as my sack grew cold, a sensation of pins and needles coming from it, as I lay there, half conscious. I forced my breath through the ring gag still in my mouth, as my manhood died.

“Mhm...men seem to like a nutless tranny more and more these days....especially the high-rollers.”

“They think they can do anything to them, just because they'd let something like this happen.”

“And they're almost right, except that these little things are our meal ticket, John....it's black. Time to remove them, before they rot.”

Even with the sack and nuts clamped off and dead, the knife slicing through my vulnerable jewels seared my mind like the fire-bomb that had killed everyone but myself in that car. Before Master and Mistress had found me. Before I'd told anyone what I wanted.

Master John doesn't come around much anymore, since I've been gelded. Says it makes him uncomfortable. However, I'm still with Mistress Joann, and have since paid off my debt to the hotel, and now work primarily as the Rosemonte's concierge, and only occasionally as their call girl. But Master John was right about my costumers after that. They would go to extremes with me, and still sometimes do, once they discovered with their fumbling hands what had happened in the dark room, with the dog. And a lot of them like to strangle me till I faint, after filling my bruised, tender hole with their baby making seed, with no concern for making a baby.