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My Life As a Dog, Part 3
She ran her kindergarten fingers up and down my side, from my
hip, over my ribs, to my crusted underarm hair, and back again. I
couldn't stop shaking.
"See how much he likes it? ...tell him what a good boy he
is, Daphne."
In the sweetest, kindest little girl voice, she said, "Do you
like that puppie? You are a good doggie." I was so happy at that
moment I felt I truly WAS a dog.
"Penny, why does he have a bell on his pee-pee?"
It was Chloe. In all the excitement, I became aware that the
head of my dick was pushing hard against the penis ring that had
been installed last night, and was causing me great discomfort.
"...and why is his other thing all black -- is it dirty?"
"No, Chloe, everything is OK..."
I was beginning to seriously wonder if everything was OK. I
hadn't felt my balls for at least 15 minutes, even while getting
out of the pond. I had been feeling the green and yellow frog eggs
with the wiggling tadpoles all over my sack, before. But I sure
was feeling sensation in my penis.
Master spoke slowly, softly, and with understanding to the
curious young girl.
"That bell is to help him tinkle, so we know where he goes.
Would you like to help him? He'll feel a lot better after you do."
I started whimpering, because my penis really did hurt badly.
She hesitated and looked sideways at her friend. Then to Master,
she said "OK, what do I do?"
"Come around on his side, like this..." "Kneel down..."
The little girl was wearing her white, lacy Sunday School
dress, and instead of kneeling, she squatted down next to my
stomach with both of her feet flat on the trail facing my crotch.
Her dress hiked up over her knees as she did this, and I glanced
over and caught a glimpse of her panties, with little pink and blue
flowers printed on them. She saw me looking, and gave me a big
grin. "Good doggie!"
"Chloe,scoot up a little closer, take your finger, and put it
through the ring on his pee-pee, and pull a little bit."
"Like this, Penny?"
"Yes, that's right. Now when I say, you shake his pee-pee
back-and-forth, OK?"
"OK, Penny."
Master took the thumb of her right hand and rubbed it in the
gooey frog-egg slime still stuck to the back of my ball sack.
"All right, boy." "Fart!"
As I pushed open the muscles of my anus, with one forceful
motion she shoved her entire thumb up my ass, to the second
knuckle, with her fingers pointing to the ground. Then she twisted
her hand horizontally, palm up, took her index and middle finger,
and placed them on the skin on either side of the deep root of my
penis, between my balls and asshole.
"OK, Chloe, now make his bell tinkle."
I could feel the little girl swinging my dick quickly from
side to side as she leaned back a bit and gently pulled on it. My
penis bell was tinkling like a windchime in the breeze. It felt
wonderful, and burned at the same time.
Without any warning, Master squeezed my prostate HARD from the
inside of my ass, pushing down with the end of her thumb, and
equally as hard from the outside of my body, up toward her thumb
with her other two fingers. My body jerked in a sudden,
uncontrollable convulsion. Out of my penis spewed string after
string of warm semen, as Master rhythmically and forcefully milked
my male gland, causing a deep pain with each violent squeeze. As
my penis continued spasm after spasm in her rough hand, I looked
down, to the side and back to see the little girl's panties and the
inside of her thighs, her bobby socks and white patent-leather
shoes covered with my wet, sticky "dog" sperm.
From the look of sadness on the young girl's face, it was
certain that she had not expected anything like THIS to happen.
Gobs of my yellowish spunk were beginning to melt down into her
pure white socks, and she began to cry. She let go of me, fell
backward on her bottom, and stood up. Master yanked out her thumb
quickly, and it came out of my anus with a loud sucking sound.
"I'm going to get in trouble from mommy, she's going to give
me a spanking!"
Her little friend Daphne saw the fear in Chloe's eyes, heard
her sobs, saw her tears. She started crying, too.
"Look what you've done, you BAD dog," Master spoke. "You've
got to learn a lesson. You DO NOT COME on little girls." Her tone
was calm, and not loud.
"Come here, Chloe." Talking to me, she said "Stay."
From behind me, I heard Master unzip her backpack again. She
took something out, and I heard a "snap." (I sensed that she had
taken out the leather leash that she'd had clipped into my penis
ring while she'd been running me before, had pushed the ends
together, then "snapped" the leather back flat on itself.)
"Chloe, I want you to spank this bad doggie on his bare
butt, 'till it hurts him as bad as he scared you."
And to me: "Stay." "Hold." "Do NOT move."
She took out her camcorder again.
"OK, Chloe, spank him as hard as you can."
The first few smacks stung, where the horseflies had bitten my
anus and butt cheeks. Then, my backside began to burn, as I could
feel the leash welts rising. I stared down at the wet streaks the
sprays of my sperm had made on the dry, hard trail, and closed my
eyes trying to concentrate to avoid the pain. I could barely
keep from screaming out. After a minute, I could hear her
sniffling stopping, and she actually began to laugh and giggle
through her tears, as they subsided.
She was enjoying spanking me, getting back at me. She began
to grunt in the transparent savage pleasure little children can
have from hurting someone. After a while, my ass just began to get
numb. I was starting to space out, like this was a weird fantasy or
something, but the leash had started drawing blood, which I could
feel trickling down the crack of my ass. I looked back under my
stomach, and there was a puddle of blood on the trail starting to
drip from my deadened balls. I could feel the impact of the blows
as they shook my body, but the nerve endings in the skin of my
bottom had stopped responding.
I faintly heard Master stop the child who was whipping my ass
when I fell forward on the trail from exhaustion. "I think you're
done now, Chloe."
Master decided to walk us back to the house, so we could all
calm down a bit. I don't know how anyone didn't notice us, since
we walked out of the tall grass of the field and right up the front
sidewalk of her wooded cul-de-sac. I guessed not many folks were
up early on that weekend morning.
I listened as Master reassured both girls once we were in the
front hallway. The normal appearance of even the textured entry
floor tiles seemed totally weird to me after what had just happened.
"OK, Chloe...we're going to have you take a quick bath, and
I'll wash and iron your clothes for you. Mommy won't be mad at
all. We'll just tell her you came over to see Penny."
As we all walked down the carpeted hallway and into the front
bathroom, she said "I'm going to run this bath for you, and put
some bubbles in it." As she turned on the water, Master said, "You
take off your clothes, honey, and put them on the floor."
"OK, Penny."
As she put the bubble bath into the water, she asked the
girl, "Oh, and I wonder if it's OK if puppie takes a bath with
you. He's really dirty, and his bottom hurts really bad. Do you
want to take a bath with Chloe, boy?"
After what I'd just been through, I didn't know if this was a
question or a command, so I hesitantly barked once.
"Good. Daphne and I will wait out here while you get all
clean and washed up."
Chloe had sat down on the toilet seat, and was beginning to
take off her shoes and socks. As she took off her socks, she
picked up a gob of dried cum and squeezed it between her thumb and
index finger. It was rubbery but stuck on her fingers and then
stretched when she pulled them apart. She put it up to her nose to
sniff it, and then licked it with her little tongue, to get a
taste. her face bunched up like she'd just tasted a lemon for the
first time. She quickly rubbed it on her dress, like it was really
nasty, like a booger out of her nose.
"Oh, and the best way to help puppie's balls feel better is to
massage them, by pulling down on them like this." Using the leash
which was still attached to my penis ring, she turned me around, so
that my butt was facing Chloe. Master took her index finger and
thumb and encircled my scrotum around the rubber band that she'd
put there before she took me on our run, and slowly yanked downward
gently. I yelped in intense, sudden pain.
"OK, Penny!"
Master then turned me back around and took the clip out of my
ring. Chloe had slipped out of her dress and underwear behind me,
and was now standing in front of me, naked. She smiled down at me
with her pretty blue eyes. My face was at the same level as her
sweet, hairless little pussy, about two feet away.
"Oh, and don't forget to clean out puppie's bottom with the
scrub brush -- we don't want him to get sick."
"All right."
Master picked up the little girl's clothes and closed the
bathroom door, turning the inside lever before she went out so that
she and Daphne were locked out, as well as everyone else in the
whole world. Only the two of us were alone together in the
bathroom, now.
"OK, puppie, get in the tub!" she said softly, with a sweet
little smile.
Chloe was already standing up in the tub, waiting for me. I
got in, standing on all fours, with my face only an inch from her
innocent cunt. I could smell her sweet wetness, and the scent of
the musk I had squirted all over her crotch and legs. She had
dried streaks of my come that had flowed down the inside of her
thighs, caught by the angle of the light in her very light
blondish, almost imperceptible body hair. It was too much to
take. I leaned forward slightly, and startled, she spread her legs
a little bit..
I softly licked the inside of her thighs from her knees, up to
her crotch. I licked her tiny vulva from vagina to clitoris. She
shuddered and let out a gasp of delight. She took both her hands
and scratched the fur behind my ears lightly. I started licking
her cunt slowly, from top to bottom, and back up again, with firm,
broad strokes of my canine tongue. Her feet were firmly planted,
but her knees were beginning to sag and quickly shake forward and
backward, with nervous tension. She was watching my every move
with intense curiosity. She put her fingers through the fur on
either side of my head, and grabbed me with a death grip.
"Good doggie............good doggie," she sighed. Her eyes
closed and she leaned her head back slightly, as she instinctively
began to lightly hump my face, feeling her very first waves of
genital pleasure washing over her skinny little body. Although she
didn't have any breasts, she had the soft, curvaceous, feminine
hips that some girls do, even when they are very young. Her bright
pink nipples had hardened, though, and she had goosebumps all over
her chest. I was getting hard again, too.
I felt her body stiffen and then her thighs involuntarily
tried to clench my muzzle into her private parts. All the sudden a
gushing torrent of sour piss splashed all over my face -- in my
eyes, up my nose and in my mouth, and I accidentally swallowed a
gulp. I choked, coughed and then caught my breath, as I forcefully
exhaled and her bittersweet piss shot out my nose.
Chloe sank weakly down to her knees in the tub, and slowly
bent around to turn off the water. When I saw her tight little
virgin ass pointing straight up at me, I felt a huge animal urge
come over me. I leaned my head forward and licked her anus wetly
several times, and stuck my tongue up her tight asshole. I could
taste her sweat in the crack of her ass, and mounted her from
behind. I gripped my front forepaws around her tiny waist, and
locked my paws together under her. I heard her sharply draw up a
gasping breath. I pushed my penis up close to her genitals, and
began poking around for her vagina. I could feel the penis ring
stretching at my foreskin as I rubbed up against her, starting a
tear in my skin.
She was moving around and trying to get away from me, not
making any recognizable sound but panting loudly, but I had her in
a mating grip. Her feet, knees and hands were making squeaking
sounds on the tub and the water was sloshing up against the sides
in little waves. I was drooling long gooey stings of warm slobber
all over her back. Then, suddenly, she stopped moving. What we
were doing was feeling good to her, because she started trying to
push her little cunny back toward my penis.
She put her hands out in front of her, pushed back, and
started sliding her slit up and down over my cock from her asshole
to her clitoris, and she was beginning to get slimy for the first
time in her life from her own excitement. She didn't know what was
going on or what to do, but she was instinctively listening to her
body, and doing what her pleasure demanded. Her slippery cunt
juices were flowing for the first time, covering my penis with her
female snot. I felt her wet anus clenching open and shut with
anticipation against my cock head. We must have found the spot,
but the penis ring was too big for my dick to enter her cunt.
She put one arm under her and reached back under my paws to
feel for my dick. She put two fingers through my penis ring, and
with one swift, hard yank, ripped it out of my skin as hard as she
could, leaving a gaping gash on my penis, tearing not only my
foreskin in two, but splitting the very head of my penis from
where it had been pierced last night, to the end of my dick, top to
bottom.
I didn't want anyone to know what had happened, so I stifled
my scream. But now, my penis was bleeding badly. And I was angry
for everything that had happened to me today. I felt like I wanted
to make Chloe bleed, too -- no matter what the consequences. This
had just gone too far, and it was too late to get back common sense.
I used my injured penis, found her vagina (at least I hoped it
was her vagina) and pushed the head in with one movement. She let
out a little cry. Then, with all my might, I forced the entire
length of my still all-too-human-sized cock deep inside her tight
little pussy. She gave out a piercing, short scream. I hoped
Master was not able to hear her. When I felt my hairy balls slam
into the lips of her hairless cunt, I sensed her hymen snap and she
began bleeding all over my balls. Her blood started running down
the inside of her thighs.
She began weeping, and softly moaning, "Mommy, mommy,
mommy...", with her head hanging down between her arms. I closed
my eyes and began to rape her deeply, thrusting in to the hilt each
time. Her crying turned into a soft rhythmic wailing with each
thrust. "Oh! Oh! Ow! Ow!" I was grunting loudly in unison with
her in a primitive canine growl. Suddenly, I felt an excruciating
pain that stopped me completely.
I looked at her, and she had reached under her, and yanked at
my balls as hard as she possible could. Then, her body went limp,
and I realized that she had fainted. The bathroom light glinted
off the wet, pale white skin of her naked buttocks. When she had
pulled on my balls, I felt something break inside my ball sack.
The heightened pain drove my animal lust even wilder, and I
thrashed the inside of her little cunt with my huge "doggie" dick.
I watched as her nervous system would make her back arch in
pain each time as I pulled her up out of the water and ram my penis
violently into her uterus, and her face would slap sideways back
into the water when I pulled all the way out. She was still
completely unconscious as my paws shook her body like a rag doll
with each thrust up and down. Her wet brown hair was swinging from
side to side. Her body's muscles completely relaxed under the
sexual assault of my damaged penis, and she lost all bowel and
bladder control. Her little girl shit squeezed out of her anus
each time I pushed into her body, all over the inside of my canine
haunches.
When she pulled as hard as she had on my balls, she broke the
rubber band. It suddenly fell off into the water, which was
becoming pink with red bubbles. The rush of the pent-up pressure
of my bloodstream pounding into my ball sack after being
constricted for hours caused me searing pain. When this happened, I
felt the muscles of my anus clench, got a severe cramp in my lower
gut, felt a hard, quick pushing sensation and what remained of the
half-digested two-inch dead tadpoles that had climbed up into my
ass at the pond came shooting out my butthole. They hit the back
of the tub with a "thunk, thunk."
I released her, and could tell that the blood vessels and
ligaments leading to my testicles had ripped apart inside, and my
scrotum was rapidly filling with blood. I could feel my balls
starting to die, as each beat of my heart was drowning my balls
with squishy blood. I could feel the strain on the skin of my
scrotum, as it was being pulled tighter and tighter with each
heartbeat. My balls were actually bouncing around, floating on the
inside of what used to be their safe home.
As I backed away from her, I saw that my penis had ripped her
flesh deeply, from her vagina to her anus, and that her underside
was now just one large bleeding slit from front to back. Her body
flopped over the side of the tub, with her head hanging down to the
floor and her arms outstretched. I didn't know if I had killed her
or what. I watched her for a second, saw her little lungs heaving
air in and out, and felt relieved.
I looked down at what used to be my genitals, and saw that my
penis had been ripped into long strips of floppy bleeding meat. The
skin of my penis had peeled back to my ball sack like a banana
peel, and was hanging in shreds. The black skin of my dead ball
sack was beginning to split and tear at the base of what used to be
the underside of my penis, where the skin had torn apart. A small
gush of blood was starting to squirt into the tub from the wound,
as I watched my scrotum start to rip in two.
With a loud scream, I watched in horror as my ball sack was
quickly and roughly torn from top to bottom, the pent-up blood and
clots exploded outward, and my testicles were forcefully ejected
from my body. As I had been leaning backward, my balls hit Chloe
on the back and bounced over her head, ricocheting off the closed
toilet bowl and landing on the bathroom linoleum.
I was panting heavily, and I started to feel very weak. My
body started going into shock, and I felt myself sagging backwards
into the tub. My eyes closed as I sank my backside down into the
warm, pinkish water. I started to pass out, like I was drunk. The
world was spinning. The last thing I remember before losing
consciousness was Master, with a faint voice in the background,
knocking on the bathroom door lightly, saying with a cheerful
voice, "Chloe...are you done in there, honey? I've got some
cookies and milk waiting..."
(to be continued...)