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Chapter 12
Northward Bound
Author’s Note:
“I would like to acknowledge the help of my friend (DAL) in helping me with editing this chapter, I have learnt a lot from him. He has selflessly put aside his own work to show me how I can improve, and for that I pay him tribute, I also would like to say a little thank you to another friend I have made because of this story, who has given me inspiration and courage to continue, I won’t divulge her name, but she knows who I’m talking about...arf arf...pats her head and scratches ear.”
Alfred stood on his doorstep, grim faced as he watched a Suzuki and trailer pull out past the tree line of the Thompson’s drive. He caught a glimpse of his daughter Sam in the passenger seat and felt despair wash over him as the vehicle and trailer drove away. Constance and her fanatical faith had finally driven his eldest daughter away. His own faith in the church had waned over the years and the woman he loved so long ago wasn’t the same woman who now resided with him. His children and his business were all he had left; Constance was as distant as ever; wrapped up in her fight to save the world from the ungodly heathens.
“So many years, so many regrets; maybe if I had stood up to her more, then this wouldn’t have happened,” He sighed. He remembered his vows, “for better or worse,” there weren’t too many betters and this was certainly the worst day of his life. Given his faith; divorce wasn’t an option he could even begin to consider.
Before walking back inside he gave thanks to his lord that Constance was off on a three day seminar and wasn’t here to see the removalist come and take their daughter away. He was half tempted to go and talk to her, but guilt and shame prevented him from seeking forgiveness from Sam; he knew he just couldn’t deal with an accusatorial glare from the one he loved.
As he watched the trailer disappear around the corner, he offered one final plea, “Please God; send your angels to look after my darling. I’m sorry for all the hurt I caused her; I’m sorry for not being there to help.” He turned with a heavy heart, “Go with God Sam; find your peace and happiness!” He took solace in the fact that now Sam would be atleast safe. Constance wasn’t going to like seeing the sold sign out the front of the Thompson’s house, but Alfred didn’t care anymore; he’d lost one child, and vowed solemnly to protect the others.
blondie surveyed her living quarters for the next three days. It was sparse by human standards, but opulent by canine needs, of course. The kennel she and Donnie had been living in was a ghetto compared to this; just a filthy piece of carpet on a dirt floor, and a roof that leaked when it rained, hot in summer and cold in winter. She had been going to ask the girls if they would fix the old kennel up a little, but also felt that it was deserving of her to have to put up with it. After all, had she not made Donnie live in it for years as it was.
The floor to the trailer was lined with a soft rubber mat; feed and drinking bowls were set into the wall in the front; a cool breeze came in through a whirlybird vent on the roof and there was even a window in either side that she could look out of if she wanted to, though she was glad it was tinted so that people couldn’t look in and see her.
blondie jumped at Amanda’s voice, “How’s it going back there?” She looked around and spotted the intercom in the corner of her cage.
“You scared the hell out of me!” She heard the girls laughing, “Why is there a cage divider between Donnie and me?” blondie heard more laughing from the girls.
“Because, we didn’t want you and Donnie getting it on back there, the last thing we need is for you two to be rocking the boat. Just be glad we had the boys take out the other two dividers, atleast you can now stretch out a little.” blondie looked to see where the others were mounted. The total size of the trailer was five by five foot; giving each a two foot six by five foot area to move in. With the other dividers it would have been a cramped two foot six square cage; comfortable for small dogs, but nowhere near big enough for her or Donnie,
“Thanks for the consideration; I think?”
Sam piped up, “If there’s anything you need just shout; we can hear everything that goes on in there.”
blondie knelt on all fours and looked around, “There’s one thing I didn’t think about; what am I going to do for the next three days?”
Sammy giggled, “I’ve thought about that mum; have a look in the compartment on your side of the trailer.”
Looking around blondie found a small door and opened it to find a novel and read the cover title. “Ohhh, great! An erotic tale of lust between a woman and her dog; you’re full of laughs Sam. I suppose you think it’s funny that I can’t get to Donnie either? If you think you’re going to hear me doing myself in here then you’re dead wrong.” The response to that was more laughing and it only made her more ashamed and wet to have to admit that being transported like an animal made her horny, and she probably would have been coaxing Donnie into fucking her throughout the trip.
The trip north was uneventful if you didn’t take into account the drunk who had the life scared out of him by Donnie when they pulled into a motel for the night. He had leant up against the trailer to get his balance. And there were also the two hooligans who decided that annoying poor animals in a dog trailer was good sport. blondie was certainly a little worried that time but much to her relief the blokes decided that trying to open the trailer would have been a little too dangerous with Donnie barking at them and she had kept as quiet as a church mouse.
blondie fingered herself furiously, cumming hard, several times while she’d had been left in the trailer over night with no more thought from her daughters than that of Donnie. But then she was being treated just like a dog and they were only allowed out to answer the call of nature and stretch their legs on some remote deserted stretch of highway. blondie relished these stops, not taking the time to even find the protective cover of bushland. She squatted right there in the open on the side of the road; almost wishing for another car to come along and see her in all her glory. Standing now was done on all on four legs and blondie quivered with excitement; she didn’t think of her front legs and paws as arms and hands anymore, and it felt natural to be viewing the world from only eighteen inches off the ground.
As the girls broke out a thermos of coffee and stretched their legs, they watched as blondie followed Donnie and mimicked him in everything he did. Amanda commented to Sam, “Mum is enjoying herself!”
Sam smiled, “I think she finally realises, she’s going to be able to live out her fantasy.”
Amanda watched the two as they sniffed around, but something didn’t seem right; then it hit her. “blondie!” she called. blondie stopped what she was doing and turned her head toward where her daughter stood watching her. “Hang your tongue out like Donnie.” Sam giggled. She could see Donnie’s tongue hanging from the side of his mouth, but blondie just stood there with a confused look on her face. Amanda snapped, “You’re a fucking stupid bitch. Look at Donnie!” she ordered. “He’s got his tongue out. You’re supposed to be a dumb dog, now you do the same.”
Looking over at Donnie blondie suddenly understood what her daughter was saying but when she stuck her tongue out she found it hard and even tiresome. It also made her feel very stupid as the drool ran down her tongue and onto her chin, sometimes running down her neck. Sometimes when she was trying to sniff the ground, her tongue got dirt on it and tasted awful, but she kept it up because she wanted to be as much like a dog and the best pet for her family that she could be.
They had stopped in Wetherby three days later which is the nearest town to their property, and were now back on the road heading for their new home. Amanda studied the mud map the real estate agent had given her. “If I read this map right; we have another one lane bridge to cross and our driveway will be about a kilometre up the road on the right.” Both girls looked at each other when they saw their driveway with a sign hand written on an old milk can that served as a letterbox that simply read, “Kent” which was the name of the man they had bought the place from.
Samantha quipped, “Fuck me! I’m glad you listened to Robert when he said we’d be better off with a four wheel drive. That’s not a driveway; that’s a damn goat track!”
Amanda laughed, “Not exactly what I was envisaging but if it’s the right place then the agent’s wife will be up that track.”
As they picked their way through the potholes in the road it turned out to be almost three kilometres in before they saw their house come into view. It was a magnificent old Queenslander with a veranda on all sides, set on top of a rise in the landscape with three hundred and sixty degree views of the adjacent countryside, Samantha commented, “That goat track belies the full beauty of this place. This is awesome! Just so… kewl!” A tractor shed stood off to one side, along with some smaller sheds. Amanda pulled the car up beside an old brown ford parked before the main steps onto the veranda.
An older woman was standing on the veranda, smiling, as both girls got out of their car. “Welcome to Wetherby! I’m Gloria Stanton! My husband Jeffery and I own the real estate agency that Zak engaged to sell this property.” Gloria came down the steps to meet the girls.
Amanda smiled, saying “I’m Amanda and this is...is my sister Samantha! Your husband said you would be here when we dropped in to get directions.”
Gloria handed the keys over and started chatting, offering to show the girls around, but Amanda was concerned that Donnie and her mother would be getting hot sitting in the trailer. “We’d love you to give us a guided tour, but unfortunately we have our dogs to think about.” blondie heard the conversation between her daughter and the other woman; her pussy twinged at the mention of her as one of their pets, “We need to let them out and give them a run around and I don’t think it’d be a good idea if anyone else was here at the time; they’ll be a bit confused and a bit protective of us, and I’d hate to have you bitten.”
Gloria assured the girls she understood, “I have a dog of my own and I know how they can be. I had the removalist put your fridge up in the kitchen and its going. I’ve also bought you some milk and coffee and some other stuff to make sandwiches. I know how it is moving, you don’t really have much with you to go making dinner.”
The girls thanked her for her generosity and she said, “Well I’ll be off then but don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”
Amanda and Sam waved as they watched and saw the ford disappear down the track, picking its way cautiously around the potholes, “We better get mum and Donnie out before they die of heat stroke,” Sam commented as she went to the back of the trailer. Donnie was panting and drooling trying to stay cool, while blondie was sitting in a pool of her own sweat, drool and pussy juice, “I thought she’d never leave; god damn it’s hot in here!” blondie complained.
Donnie ran around sniffing here and there, checking out the surrounding area and getting his bearings while the girls took blondie over to a rainwater tank to fill a bucket so Donnie and she could have a drink. blondie decided that standing under the tap was a more fun and quicker way to cool off, “God that feels wonderful! I thought I’d melt in there.”
The girls squealed as blondie shook water out of her hair and smiled, “Was that a good doggy thing to do or what?”
Sam laughed when Mandy threw the bucket of water over blondie. Donnie got into the act, imitating blondie and standing under the tap, only when he shook, everyone got thoroughly wet, and a water fight proceeded from there; with Donnie and blondie barking and the girls giggling their heads off. It was agreed as they all lay on the grass drying off, that this was going to be an adventure that was well worth starting
~...~
Three weeks later and they had finally set themselves up in the house. Now blondie lay on the veranda in the morning sunshine waiting for the girls to appear. She had gotten used to not sitting on the furniture and as Amanda had said, “Furniture is for humans, the floor is for dogs!” Also blondie had been told to stay outside for the very same reason; her realm was the outside and dog compound. She had no idea of what the inside of the new house looked like since she had never been in there. Her girls were treating her more like a dog now they were in their own home, and blondie revelled in it.
Amanda walked out onto the veranda in a knee length T shirt with two cups of coffee, “Morning mum! Sleep well?” She handed one cup to blondie as she sat awkwardly on her plastic chaise lounge. Taking the cup blondie had noticed how Mandy sat, adjusting herself for the ever present chastity belt.
“Geee, for me?” blondie said. “Am I being spoilt or what?” She took a sip of coffee, “Do you still have that belt on?”
Amanda blushed slightly, and then giggled, “Yes, I do. Sammy only lets me out of it when I need to check for rubbing and the occasional orgasm.” She felt stupid that her orgasms were governed by Sammy and tried to change the subject. “I thought I’d reward you for such a good job out here in the garden. It’s looking great now compared to when we first got here. How’s the kennel?”
blondie sipped her coffee, realising that Mandy didn’t want to get into a conversation about her belt. “It’s surprisingly good. Once I cleaned out the kennel and cut the grass in the dog run. Mr Kent must have had a few dogs. There are five separate rooms, each one only big enough for one of us at a time.”
Amanda chuckled, “What! No master bedroom? Does this mean that Donnie has to fuck you outside?”
That question caused blondie to blush, partially because that was exactly what they would have to do and that it had been the very first thing she thought of when she realised that the kennels were so small. “Mr Kent probably didn’t think that dogs would need any privacy. I guess I’ll have to get used to it now.”
Amanda chuckled as blondie continued, since it was now her turn to change the subject.
“You and Sam have been so busy inside that you haven’t had time to look around out here. I’ve started a little veggie garden behind that cage on stumps; don’t ask me what it’s for, maybe he had a large bird.”
Amanda nodded and raised her eyebrow. “Growing vegetables now? You always had a green thumb, but you only eat dog food now, so why the garden?”
blondie smiled, “The vegetable are for you and Sam!” she explained. “I’ve always liked gardening. It kept me out of the house when Kevin was home and there’s not a lot a cuntbitch like me has to do to occupy her days.” blondie’s pussy twinged with appreciation as she described herself that way. After the coffee, she wanted to make sure Mandy wasn’t going to look at her as a mother/human and make her give up her chosen life as a dog. “The yard at the old house was so small I hardly had any room to do anything. Now I can let my hair down and go wild. I have got so many ideas to fix this place up and make it pretty. I hope you don’t mind, but it makes me so glad we came.”
Mandy smiled and said “No I don’t mind. No regrets then about leaving the old house?”
With a shake of her head blondie said, “No not in the slightest! In fact I feel invigorated. It’s like a big adventure with so many new things to experience. My life down there was stale, entrenched in protocol and duty but here I feel I can do anything I want. Nobody knows me; actually no one even knows I’m here. Angela has disappeared, off the end of the earth and...” blondie stopped to ponder.
Mandy finished giggling, “And blondie can be as decadent and filthy as she wants!”
That made blondie’s face blush as it brightened with more than embarrassment. It was the thought of freedom that brought a beaming smile. “Yes sweetheart; I can indulge myself, free from the moral constraints of society and able to wallow in my quagmire of perversity. Does that bother you?”
Mandy shrugged her shoulders, “No mum, not anymore; I’ll even help if you like.”
The statement caused blondie to laugh. “You already have with that token stunt you pulled at the going away party.” She hung her head and went solemn in thought, then looked up through a fringe of hair, hanging in wisps in front of her face, with a sheepish grin she said, “You know what I really find exhilerating; what really gets my blood boiling to a point of almost cumming my arse off?”
Amanda frowned as she thought about her mother’s question, but couldn’t find an answer and in the end she shrugged.
blondie blushed as she took a deep breath, “It’s when you and Sam, the two people that I love the most and would gladly die for; tell me I’m a worthless fuckbitch, a dumb dog; it’s when I think I have done really well and you verbally slap me in the face, with my stupidity, and vile desires. When you first confronted me with those tokens, I was appalled that my own daughters could turn me into a human toilet; have me consume the waste of humanity; I felt ashamed and worthless. I could have walked out right there and then and maybe I should have, but as the night went on and I serviced all those women; I couldn’t stop cumming from humiliation every time I had to suck piss off their pussies or lick their arseholes; you seem to know me better than I know myself. I just want to say; never stop reminding me just how filthy and vile I really am. Don’t even feel bad that you may overstep the mark, because you can never do or say anything to me that will change the love I have for you and Samantha.” Mandy had tears trickling down her face as she listened to her mother; she sniffed and shook her head, “Samantha is the one who knows you, she’s the one who suggested it, don’t thank me; thank her.”
“Thank me for what?” Sam asked as she walked out onto the veranda stark naked with a streaming cup of coffee, her breasts still had a bruise or two from some game that the girls had played the previous evening.
“Samantha! You’re naked.” blondie gasped.
Sam stopped and blinked saying “Now that’s the kettle calling the pot black! You’re not exactly clothed yourself.”
blondie hesitated, then looked around; it was obvious that no one would be around to see her, “Well yes, but I’m always naked. It’s natural for me to be naked but you don’t normally run around that way.”
Amanda giggled, “We aren’t in suburbia now mum and you’re not the only one who’s getting the benefit of being here.”
blondie blushed at her stupidity, “I suppose! It’s just that...”
Sammy giggled, “I intend to take full advantage of the privacy we now have.”
blondie sighed, “Ohhh never mind. I’m still getting use to being in a new environment. I want to thank you for the party, and making me do all those disgusting things.”
Sam patted blondie on the head, than scratched her behind the ear which made blondie feel good, even though she was more embarrassed by her previous remark. “What are daughter’s for if not to please their mothers? By-the-way, where’s Donnie?”
blondie suddenly remembered why she was up on the veranda early, “Ohhh I wanted to tell you that Donnie’s been a little lethargic for the last couple of days, I think he’s sick. He’s been eating grass and I’m wondering if you could take him to the vet this morning?”
Amanda looked to Sam, “We do have to get some groceries this morning; I think we can take him in with us.”
~...~
Donnie lay on the floor, pawing at the muzzle the girls had put on him, at the request of the receptionist. There weren’t any other animals in the waiting room and Amanda was pleased with that. “I’m glad we’re alone,” she said in a whisper to Sam. “Donnie can be so hard to control sometimes. How’d you find this place anyway?”
Sam patted Donnie to calm him down, “I rang Gloria at the Real Estate and she said that Donohue was the only vet in town.”
Mandy’s attention was caught as a door open and in walked a woman, in her late twenties. “Hello there,” the woman said, “sorry for the delay; please come this way.” Amanda and Sam brought Donnie into the surgery as the woman looked at her clipboard.
“So this is Donnie? I’m Sylvia Donohue and which of you is Amanda?” Sylvia was looking between the two girls as Mandy stepped forward and shook her hand, “I’m Amanda and this is my...sister Samantha; we’re new in town.”
Sylvia smiled, “Well I’d like to welcome you to Wetherby then; now what seems to be the problem?” Amanda laid out the problem for Sylvia as they got Donnie to jump up on the table so the vet could take a look at him.
Amanda continued as Sylvia scribbled some notes on the clipboard, “He’s been very listless lately and he’s been eating a lot of grass and throwing up. He’s also been licking himself...down there,” Mandy flushed a little, “Well, more than usual!”
Sylvia nodded, “Animals usually eat grass because it’s something they have eaten that’s making them sick. As for his licking himself, they do that normally but he may have an infection. I’ll have to do some tests if you don’t mind, but it could take a few hours. Is there anything you want to do while you’re waiting for the results?”
Sam touched Mandy’s arm, “We do have some shopping to do, that’ll take a couple of hours; we should be back after lunch.” Sylvia nodded and showed them out, then went back to examining Donnie.
Samantha stopped outside a store, “How about we go in here?”
Amanda frowned, “What for?”
“For hardware, stupid! What else would you buy in a hardware store?” Sam quipped sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.
Mandy sighed, “Call me stupid once more and you could be hanging by your tits in the barn until you apologise. I know what you buy in a hardware store, but why?”
Sammy giggled then shrugged, “Did you have a look in the cellar, out in the shed?
Amanda nodded, “Sure! It must have been Mr Kent’s wine cellar. There’s a wine rack lining one side; what are you getting at?”
Sam’s face showed a wicked grin, “Doesn’t it look like a good place to have our dungeon? Dark, damp and eerie! I can almost hear the screams of torment now,” She giggled.
Amanda rolled her eyes and looked around to see if anyone was interested in their conversation before she whispered in Sam’s ear, “The only person screaming in torment is going to be you!”
Sam slapped her hand to her chest, “Ohhh darling! I thought you’d never offer; maybe I can be hanging down there the next time I call you stupid.”
Amanda grinned and gave her a playful swat to the back of the head, “You’re an idiot! So what are you after?”
Sam was studying the shelves and said “Oh, chains, padlocks and maybe a dozen eyebolt thingies that you see ropes tied to. I’m not sure the guys seem to find all sorts of interesting things in hardware shops.”
Mandy nodded noncommittally. “Me! I prefer cosmetics and dress shopping, I know what everything is for,” she laughed. As they wandered through the shop, Mandy stopped, “This looks interesting!”
Sam turned to see what Mandy was referring to, “You mean that welding machine?”
Amanda grinned, “Yep! I think it has possibilities.” Amanda picked up the work clamp and struggled to open the sprung loaded jaws. “We can clamp this onto your tits,” she explained and then picked up the electrode holder. “And this can gets shoved up your pussy and then whammo when I flick the switch. I’ll bet you’ll be screaming after that.”
Sammy looked at her as though Mandy had lost the plot. “Yeah right!” she commented. “And bolts of lightning shoot out my arse and the next thing I know you’ve stuck an apple in my mouth and you’re serving me up for dinner with roast veggies! No thanks! If it’s all the same to you; I’ll start out small, on that one; maybe a nine volt battery on the pussy lips.” They were both joking and laughing as they went up to pay for their hardware.
~...~
The girls sat in Dr Donohue’s office wondering why the veterinarian wasn’t saying much. Sam finally asked the question that they both seemed to dread, “Is there something seriously wrong with Donnie?”
Sylvia looked up with a faraway look on her face; she knew she had to ask, but it was a delicate subject. “Ummm, no not really; I’m just in two minds as to how to broach a certain subject. I was considering asking both of you separately to avoid embarrassment, but then it would still get back to the other in any case, so here goes.”
Sylvia straighten in her chair, “There is nothing seriously wrong with Donnie that a bit of medication won’t remedy, the problem is he, has an odd form of thrush and the only way he could have got it was sexually.”
Amanda looked at Sam then back to the doctor, “So you’re saying he got it off some female dog he found and mated with?”
Sylvia almost smiled but kept her composure, “This particular form of thrush is normally found in human females. Do either of you understand where I’m going with this?”
Amanda’s heart almost stopped and the look on her face showed the anguish she felt. Sam was a little more composed, but no less worried.
“I believe that either one or both of you have been playing sexually with Donnie.”
Samantha cleared her throat and asked, “What makes you think that either of us has been... been sexually active with Donnie?”
Sylvia smiled, “You’re right! I don’t know, but what I do know is that some woman has been knotting with him and now we need to find her because she will reinfect him and or other dogs if she has access to anymore.”
There was an eerie silence that descended on the room for what seemed like hours, before Sylvia lent forward on her chair as though she were enforcing confidentiality in a conspiratorial way. “I’m in a quandary! You see legally I’m required to inform the authorities but personally I don’t actually care and yet on the other hand, professionally, I need to find Donnie’s partner so she doesn’t keep infecting more dogs.”
Sam could see Mandy was almost ready to throw up with worry for her mother, “Just say we do know who it is; what if we get her to a doctor and have her treated?”
Sylvia looked away and scratched her neck; she could hardly contain her amusement She smiled as she said “I’m sorry, you see this is something I have come across before and yes you could take her to a doctor, but only if you really want her to get arrested.” Sylvia knew that a doctor wouldn’t be able to tell from examining this woman, but really wanted to meet a kindred soul. “You see this form of thrush is really only transmitted between women and dogs, so the doctor will know straight away and have to call the authorities.”
Amanda started to cry but Samantha held firm, something in the way of this woman’s attitude gave her hope that she wouldn’t call the police. “And you won’t?” she asked.
Sylvia shook her head, “No! As I said before I really don’t care.” Looking at the girls a little harder then added, “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that if it isn’t either of you, then the two of you know this woman fairly well, if not intimately. And, judging by the reactions of both of you means you’re probably comfortable with this situation. My only interest here is Donnie’s health. He’s a magnificent animal and I see a lot of large dogs, not just Danes. Very few are as placid as him, it’s the reason I have them muzzled; which makes me think that he is cared for by a loving family. There are many ways that people abuse dogs but, in my opinion, having sex with a male dog isn’t one of them. I can treat the woman and keep her from having to go to the hospital.”
Amanda stopped weeping to listen as Sam sighed with relief, “So you won’t report this?”
Sylvia chuckled, “That would make me a formalist, which I’m not and somewhat hypocritical!”
Amanda frowned as Sam’s eyes narrowed, “Why would you say that?”
Sylvia drew in a deep breath, “While I’m sitting out on this limb, why don’t you just hand me a saw.” Sylvia dropped her head, “I have treated myself for the very same condition, it’s the reason I picked up on it so fast.”
Sam’s worries evaporated and she started to smile, “I never thought I could feel so relieved to hear a woman confess to such an act.”
Amanda as usual was a mile behind in comprehension, “What is she saying?”
Sam giggled and patted Mandy’s arm, “It’s ok darling; I’ll explain later.”
Sylvia face changed to a quizzical expression, “Why do I get the impression that you two aren’t really sisters!”
Amanda gasped and Sam laughed. “You’re a very perceptive person. It’s a long story and you’re right! Amanda and I aren’t sisters; we’re partners and its one reason we had to relocate. And the reason for Mandy’s worry; it’s her mother who has been...shall we say very friendly with Donnie.”
Amanda froze and gripped Sam’s arm tightly. She still wasn’t sure they should be divulging this information. “Sam!” she warned.
Sammy smiled, “It’s ok! Mum needs to be treated and Dr Donohue already knows enough to start an investigation but I sincerely believe she won’t.”
Sylvia reassured Amanda that her confidentiality was guaranteed, “You would be surprised just how many women entertain such thoughts. The act of bestiality has entered the mind of ninety five percent of the adult female population in some form or other. Most are repulsed or shy away from it, for obvious reasons. Some entertain the thought but never act on it and , while some never actually engage in it but use it more as a fantasy to help with masturbation, or even normal sex. Have you ever wondered what goes through the mind of some women while they’re being taken from behind by their husbands or boyfriends?” The girls shook their heads in amazement, “Well maybe not for lesbians, but it isn’t called doggy style for nothing; then there are the minority few like your mother and I, who actually go through with the act, and get enjoyment from it.”
Amanda sat dumbfounded, “You mean there are other women here who ... you know....have sex with dogs?”
Sylvia smiled, “Yes Amanda, you’re talking to one for a start! There are quite a few in actual fact. I won’t go divulging just who but rest assured that your mother has quite a few like minded women here, if she chooses to come out of her kennel.” They all giggled at Sylvia’s little play on words.
Sam shook her head, “I doubt that the other women would be as into it as much as our mother. You see, she actually lives her life as Donnie’s fuck bitch. She sleeps in a kennel with him, doesn’t wear clothes accept for a dog collar and eats dry dog food and drinks water out of a dog bowl. Not to mention that she’s his when and where he wants to mount her.”
Sylvia raised her eyebrows and nodded, “Well I am impressed! She’s actually one of the point zero one percent of the women that have gone all the way. She also reminds me of someone who use to live here but has since past away.”
Amanda frowned, “Would that be Zachariah Kent’s wife?”
Sylvia eyes popped wide open, “You know Zach and Esma?”
Amanda shrugged, “Just from a chat room on the net; which is how we bought his house and land!”
Sam could see a sad misting in Dr Donohue’s eye and added, “We weren’t fortunate enough to meet them but he did say that his wife had passed away; were they good friends of yours?
Sylvia nodded, “Esma was a dear friend of mind. She was like your mother and loved her dogs to the point of living in their kennel with them. Zach loved her with a passion you rarely see now days. He called her Ez while she was being a bitch. I have been out to your place on many occasions to see to his dogs. He gave her the support to live her dream. After she passed had away, he had become a recluse, rarely venturing into town and then he gave away all of his animals to good homes, of course. I heard that he had moved south to be with his daughter and her husband.”
Sam nodded, “He didn’t become a complete recluse. He helped Mandy and I understand our mother better. He probably couldn’t come to terms with living there without his wife and decided to make a complete change.”
Sylvia nodded, “You may be right. You must have considerable wealth to afford to buy the Kent place. I’ve heard that he was offered two million for it but knocked it back!”
Now it was Amanda’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “We didn’t pay anywhere near that amount for the place, although I can see it is worth it. When we got here I thought we had a real bargain.”
Sylvia smiled knowingly, “That’d be Zach to a tee. I think I know why he sold out so cheap, if he already knew your mother was into bestiality, then it would fit with his way of thinking. Having his place appreciated by someone like his beloved wife would sit well with him. Zach must have really taken a shine to you and your mother. Your family is certainly blessed.”
Amanda blushed and said “I have no doubt that we have had more than our fair share of good fortune.”
Sylvia got up and walked over to a cupboard, “All this chat is nice but we still have to deal with your mother...I’m sorry, what’s her name?”
Samantha giggled and Amanda followed suit. “Her real name is Angela,” she explained, “but now she’s blondie and Donnie’s fuck bitch. As Sam has said, it’s a long story. Let’s just say she really gets off on humiliation, and degradation.”
Sylvia smirked, “Well I think we can accommodate her! You should bring the bitch in here for treatment and for a little dose of humiliation. I would like her muzzled, like all the dogs I treat. I won’t be interacting with her any differently than I do with any other dog.”
Sammy giggled, “I think that’ll work as a treat for blondie, Dr Donohue, but don’t you think she should be seen by a GP or something?”
Sylvia shrugged and offered, “Please call me Sylvia. I’ll allay your fears by saying that vets actually do two more years at University to get their doctorate. Not only are we required to know not just animal anatomy but that of human as well and our patients can’t tell us where it hurts. What I am doing certainly lies within the realm of my expertise. If I thought I was even the slightest bit unsure, then I would refer you to a doctor who specialises in the human animal and rest assured, we are all animals and most times the worst kind of animals are human.”
Amanda nodded in agreement, “I suppose it’ll be ok; we’re just a little worried about her, that’s all.”
~...~
blondie was puzzled and worried, since the girls had got back with Donnie. She had been put in one of the kennels and locked in. When she had asked why, all the girls would say was that it was her fault that Donnie was sick and she had to be quarantined for Donnie’s benefit.
Next morning Amanda came out to release her from her kennel, “Get out here mum!” blondie crawled out and asked for some explanation. “Where am I going?”
Amanda kept her cool, “We’re taking you in to get treated, now keep quiet and open your mouth.”
blondie’s eyes opened more than her mouth when she saw the muzzle, “Why do I have to wear that?”
No explanation was given as Mandy applied the muzzle, “It’s this or the throat spray; your choice?”
The muzzle was specially designed for human dogs and blondie wondered how the girls had found it. It was a semicircle of plastic that fitted inside her mouth and trapped her tongue; stopping her from talking and two straps went around her head and buckled at the back. There was another strap that went from over her nose to under her chin which effectively clamped her mouth shut. Not only was the muzzle put on her but so were her knee pads with her legs strapped to her thighs and her mittens so she was now relegated to crawling. “Why am I not surprised by this?” She sarcastically pondered since she couldn’t say anything out loud.
As they rode along blondie knelt on all fours in the back of the Vitara, trying desperately to hunker down as low as she could, trying to keep out of sight; since she had no idea where she was being taken or who was going to be treating her; she just knew it was going to be humiliating being naked, leashed and muzzled like a dog. She froze when she saw that Mandy had driven into the back of a Veterinary Surgery. Mandy went to the back of the car to open the back door and lead her out, while Sam went in to notify Dr Donohue that they were here.
“Come on blondie, stop fighting me,” Mandy warned, “take your medicine like a good little bitch.”
Almost whimpering, blondie was led through into the examination room on all fours. It was Sunday morning and the receptionist wasn’t at work but blondie didn’t know that. Sam came in with another woman behind her in a Doctors smock, and pulling on some surgical gloves, “Ahhh, so this is blondie?” Sylvia ruffled blondie’s hair, “She a fine specimen for sure.” Confused as she was blondie couldn’t quite understand why this woman wasn’t asking why she was bound and leashed, instead of complimenting the girls on how fine a specimen she was. “Help me get her up on the examination table.” They lifted her up and blondie was positioned again on all fours. “You know bitches like this are a rare breed.” Sylvia told the girls and then asked, “Has she had her shots?”
Amanda shook her head, “Sorry No! We haven’t had time to get her properly vaccinated.”
Sylvia sighed, not taking any direct notice of blondie. “So many owners think the same way. I despair when I think of how many come the grief that way.” Sylvia took a small flashlight and shone it in blondie’s eyes, then swept blondie’s hair out of the way and checked her ears and then she ran her hand down under her; feeling her breasts, squeezing and palpitating them. It made blondie feel like a piece of meat being inspected for sale or a real dog and her cunt wept. The vet’s hands then ran down feeling her stomach. Sylvia continued by walking around, behind her and blondie’s eyes opened wide when the vet started to examine her cunt; sliding in a finger, then two, then three into her vagina and working them around. It gave blondie a feeling of being full to the brim as well as a little uncomfortable.
An internal examination was something blondie had never liked, since it always made her feel embarrassed. Today was no different as she was wet and sloppy from the humiliation of being treated as a dog and this made it even worse. “As I thought,” Sylvia said, “She’s certainly the one who has infected Donnie.”
Cringing blondie stiffened at those words. “This woman knows I’ve been fucking Donnie!” She groaned in mental agony. Then she also whimpered like a dog because the muzzle didn’t let her talk. And, once again, anything that gave her the mental image of being even more doglike just added to her excitement.
After inspecting her vagina, Sylvia stuck an anal thermometer up blondie’s arse, which elicited a squeal of discomfort and mortification as tears were starting to outpace the cunt slime hitting the table. She was left degraded by her scrofulous habits and that the doctor was reinforcing it by not actually speaking to her; treating her as if she really was just a dumb dog that couldn’t answer any questions. Sylvia finished her examination and walked over to her med cabinet, snapping off her gloves and tossing them in the bin. She had the thought that in spite of the weeping, blondie was really enjoying all this. Sylvia hoped that blondie would be grateful for all this later. Turning to the girls she said, “I’ll give her an injection for the thrush and one for distemper and another one for canine flu and of course the usual rabbis. I don’t suppose she’s had her heartworm treatment either?”
Sam apologized this time, “We didn’t know she needed all those.”
Sylvia was behind blondie so she couldn’t be seen and held up a bottle of saline with a wink and a smile. Mandy and Sam were now really getting to like Sylvia; her wicked sense of humour matched their own and they were now getting into the play as Sylvia continued, “Up north here; heartworm is rather common in dogs, the same as distemper.”
Amanda had to move behind her mother so she didn’t give away the charade, while Sam stood grim faced as though worried by what the vet was saying. Shaking with fear blondie could do nothing to stop this woman from injecting her with all those drugs, and she wondered what they would do to her human system. After drawing off a big syringe of saline, Sylvia unceremoniously jabbed it into blondie’s arse and squeezed the plunger; Sammy almost lost her composure as she saw the look on blondie’s face as blondie squealed again as best she could through her gag, and then moaned as the fluid pumped into her arse cheek, knowing that there were more to go before it was all over.
Sylvia handed the girls two bottles, “This one contains tablets for her thrush, she needs to be given one a day for the next week and the best way I have found is to stick it right down the back for her throat and then hold her mouth shut and stroke her neck; that way she’ll have no choice but to swallow it.”
Sylvia pointed to the other bottle, “That is a liquid that you have to get her to drink and it doesn’t taste all that nice but I’m sure you’ll find a way to get her to co-operate. It’s for her digestive system. Dogs tend to eat some weird things, even their own excrement and this breed of dog doesn’t have the digestive makeup that will handle that sort of meal, so this has the necessary enzymes and bacteria to keep her from getting sick.”
It was hard for blondie to believe what she was hearing, as if it was as if she really was being turned into a dog by the local vet in the town they had just moved to. This was to be her new life!
Both girls were dumbfounded and Sam commented with disgust, “Ewwww; do they really do that? Eat crap.”
Sylvia nodded, “Sure; they keep themselves clean by licking their vagina’s and arseholes as well. They don’t use toilet paper you know!” Sylvia chuckled, “Dogs also chew on week old bones and rotten meat that has been stewing out in the sun. When thirsty they’ll even drink from stagnant pools of water or toilet bowls but their digestive tract can handle all that and more. After drinking that concoction she’ll be immune to the most disgusting diets. You mentioned that her diet is dry dog food? I suggest that you change that to canned food for the next couple of weeks. It’ll help her stomach condition itself, and stop her from getting constipated. After she’s better, a mixture of caned and dry dog food should be considered. You feed Donnie the same that why there won’t be a temptation for competing for the food. Or Donnie can stay with dry food, if you want but he’ll try and take her food from her. You need to add some human vitamins and minerals to blondie’s dish too.”
Amanda nodded. “If you think it will be best; we’ll stop and get some before we take her home.” blondie groaned at the thought of having to eat canned dog food. She had bought some for Donnie when she had first got him but it smelled vile, so she decided that dry food was much more desirable.
blondie was feeling sick and just hung her head while the women discussed her as if she wasn’t there but couldn’t deny how much it aroused her.
“Now for the last thing;” Sylvia said, “I take it you won’t have had her registered?”
Amanda gave a sheepish look and shook her head. “Again; we didn’t think it was necessary.”
Sylvia sighed, “The shire council here have very strict rules regarding animal control; I took the liberty of tattooing Donnie and implanting a microchip, and registering him with the authorities and I suggest that we do the same for blondie!” At that though blondie broke down and started cumming all over the table. It was actually happening; all those wild fantasies she had since this all began and she was now going to become an honest to god mongrel dog, tattooed, chipped and registered with the council.
Amanda giggled, “I think she’s has finally disgraced herself. She’s such a slut, and I think after that going away party; it might be a good idea that she does have the concoction. She’s almost flexible enough to lick her own arsehole now anyway.”
Sam giggled, but was also intrigued, “I know she would love to lick Donnie’s cum out of own cunt. Maybe we should have exercise and practice until she can lick herself like the other dogs do. Where will she be tattooed and where will the chip be implanted?”
Sylvia was getting her tattoo gun ready and laughed at Sam’s comment. “Most dog have it in the right ear,” she explained, “but if you want I can do it just about anywhere and the chip normal goes in the neck region but in this mixed breed I suggest we implant it just under the right leg on the side of her breast. There it won’t be seen and unless you know it’s there you won’t even know she’s got one. It only hurts a little, but not for long.”
Sammy mused on the site for tattooing, “I’d like to see it on her forehead, but then everyone else would see it; I think the ear will have to do.”
As the girls were loading blondie back into the Vitara, Sylvia mentioned one last thing to them. “By the way; you’ll have to put her in the bitch box for the week. She can’t have any contact with Donnie until she’s over the thrush.”
Amanda frowned, “What’s a bitch box? I don’t think we have one.”
Sylvia giggled, “A bitch box is for when bitches are on heat, and you don’t want them mating and getting pregnant, so you stick them in the cage and they’re safely out of reach of all male dogs. I know you do have one, old Zach used to put Ez in there when she was being a real pain or when the dogs needed a little time off from her over active libido. It’s that cage on stumps out near the dog run.”
Amanda suddenly remembered what her mother had said about the cage. “Yes, we saw that, but didn’t know what it was for. It looks like blondie is going to have a very uncomfortable week.” It made blondie’s face flush bright red with embarrassment and she slumped in despair as the girls laughed at her predicament.
~...~
blondie knelt with her head leaning on the wire of the bitch cage. She had been in the cage now for four days, only being let out for exercise and then only when Donnie was locked up in his kennel. With fingers gripping the bars of the cage she was totally bored, miserable and watching as Donnie was running around chasing lizards and his freedom didn’t help either. It just made her cunt twinge and her nipples hurt from being erect with longing for Donnie’s cock which meant she felt like a love sick teenager. It had been weeks since Donnie had filled her to overflowing, “Amanda was right; the mind is a funny thing, you long for that which is out of reach!” The bitch box was half the size of her compartment in the dog trailer, and open to the elements, save for a small tarpaulin that covered the top.
The girls were surprised that it wasn’t concreted into the ground and could be moved around, which they did, bringing it up against the back veranda. The height was the same height as the veranda so they could see blondie in all her misery. To sleep she had to curl up in a ball and her right breast was just getting over being sore where the vet had implanted the microchip. Her mouth still had a bad taste in it from the vile medicine she was forced to swallow and her diet of canned dog food. It had taken her two days before she could stomach eating the canned food and it was only starvation that made her give in. And it tasted as revolting as she remembered it smelt. All in all it was a low point in her new life.
The times she was out, she was able to get some exercise and tend the garden. There was always one of the girl there to make sure she didn’t go after Donnie not that she would have but the lack of trust on the part of the girls made her feel as though she wanted to. Her daughters were now speaking less and less to her as a human and using more doggy talk; to her own surprise she found herself reacting positively to it, excepting the pats and scratches as a dog normally would. So blondie just wondered how long it would be before she was sitting up and begging for a treats. And then a thought occurred to her that when they decided to “train” her she would do her best to learn to obey as any good dog would.
Amanda sat on the veranda watching her mother, noticing the dark storm clouds gathering on the horizon, she was brought out of her private thoughts by Sammy.
“The sky looks ominous! Do you think we should put mum in her kennel before it starts to rain?”
Amanda grimaced; she was thinking just that and trying to decide if they should. Finally she said “I think mum needs to know she’s not getting any special treatment. When we were leaving the old house; she practically said as much, she wants this life more than anything. I believe we should give it to her!”
Sammy lent down and kissed Mandy on the forehead. “I agree and in a kind of weird way she’ll get off on it as well.”
A horn beeping out the front brought everyone’s attention to blondie. Sam scooted around the front to see who it was while Mandy grabbed a blanket and was about to throw it over blondie’s cage, when Sam called out that it was only Sylvia.
Mandy was folding the blanket as Sam and Sylvia came back around the veranda.
“Stand down from panic stations! It’s only me,” Sylvia said. “I was in the area and thought I’d drop in to see how my patients were fairing.”
Mandy breathed a sigh of relief, “You gave us a little fright; can I get you a drink, coffee, tea?”
Sylvia was standing next to blondie’s cage, “I’d love a coffee thank you.” Sylvia eyed blondie for a long while and then asked “Are you going to bite me if I try to give you a pat?” Kneeling there in her cage blondie gave Sylvia blank stare, then commented sarcastically, “So you’re talking to me now! Maybe you should have my daughters to muzzle me again?”
Sylvia laughed out loud, “That was for your benefit, and don’t try telling me that you didn’t appreciate it, having an orgasm on my operating table was a dead giveaway.” The words made blondie blush since she had done just that and felt ashamed.
“You pumped me full of drugs that are meant for dogs and I have no idea what they will do to me!”
Sylvia chuckled. “Those injections were harmless saline” she explained. “Your body would have absorbed them within an hour or two.”
Hearing that blondie was visibly relieved, but now annoyed, “You mean to say that you stuck me with those needles for nothing? So I didn’t have thrush in the first place, and all this was a big con?”
Sylvia held up her hands to stop blondie. “No no, you did have thrush and you had infected Donnie, but I have to admit that all you needed were the tablets you are taking. The injections were just for fun to put you in the mood, so to speak and the microchip is real, as is your tattoo and registration with the council. I even have your dog tags here with me.” Sylvia dipped into her handbag and produced two plastic tags.
Sammy was giggling all this time, “Stop complaining mum, you know this is what you wanted and now you’ve got it. You have to be kept away from Donnie until you’re clear of the thrush, then you can go and fuck your brains out all you want.” Letting out a long sigh blondie she knew they were right as her cunt kept telling her they were.
“And that disgusting medicine I had to drink, was that just to watch me puke my guts up?”
Sylvia tentatively put her hand into the cage and stroked blondie’s hair, “No, that was real. It does exactly what I said it would, you’re now immune to almost all bacteria that might make a normal human sick. You now have the intestinal fortitude of canines; you can survive on the most repugnant diet and not get sick.”
Without realising it blondie felt herself leaning into Sylvia’s hand and stopped herself, “So I’m more dog now than human?”
Sylvia smiled in response to her query. “Not really, there is no reason why you can’t go back to your human life, so far there is nothing that stands you out as a hybrid but you would be surprised at what can be achieved if you’re willing to go through with it. There is so much more that can be done, it all depends on what you want and how far you want to go!”
Mandy came back in on the end of the conversation, “What’s a hybrid?”
Sylvia finally patted blondie with affection, “Am I forgiven?”
With a shrug blondie smiled and said “I haven’t bitten you yet!”
Sylvia stroked blondie’s face, almost sensuously so, playing her fingers across blondie’s lips. It gave blondie the thought that she felt the sexual tension in her fingers play. “This woman is atleast bi-sexual if not lesbian,” she surmised. Sylvia’s fingers sort gently entry to blondie’s mouth, giving blondie ample chance to extract vengeance if she chose but blondie chose to suck on her fingers and watched as Sylvia relaxed and let a small moan escape her lips.
Sam watched the interplay between them and felt herself grow tense with voyeuristic pleasure; fanning the embers of passion as her pussy twitched in response. Amanda cleared her throat to relieve her own tension; hers being multiplied by the chastity belt imprisoning her sex. “If you two are finished bonding, then I have coffee here for everyone; even you mother!”
blondie rolled her eyes, “Do I get a cup, or do I have to lap it up out of a bowl?”
Mandy giggled, “It’s entirely up to you mum, but don’t think this is any let up; you’re still not getting out of that cage for another three days yet.”
Sam brought out a chair while Sylvia was attaching the dog tag to blondie’s collar, “Thank you! And to answer your question about hybrids I’ll ask this. Have any of you seen documentaries of people who have had themselves changed into their favourite animals?”
Samantha remembered a lecture she’d attended, “There is a bloke who had all his teeth replaced by dolphin teeth, and some woman who has had leopard spots tattooed all over her body.”
Sylvia nodded in confirmation. “They are only the tip of an iceberg. Esma was one who wanted to have a tail like a dog, and was in the process of elongating her coccyx when she passed away; she also had her digestive system improved with the bacteria that blondie has taken.
Sam was deep in thought. “Are you talking about Dr Moreau and his wacky experiments in turning animals into humans?”
Sylvia held up her hands and laughed, “No way! That was fiction written by H G Wells, where a doctor goes insane and does non-consensual and bizarre experiments with animals. No this is consensual for a start and not using animals, other than humans who actually want to change their appearance.”
While still clutching the mesh of her cage blondie had a disturbing thought. “What did Esma die of?” she asked with concern showing on her face.
Sylvia immediately knew what was worrying blondie was the unknown aspects of all she was being told. “Don’t go getting worried; she was in perfect health, apart from a heart condition that she knew could kill her at any time. She passed away peacefully in her sleep. It had nothing to do with any modifications she’d had done.”
Just then Donnie came lumbering up onto the veranda; summarily stopping at Samantha and Mandy for a pat, before going straight over to Sylvia and burying his nose in her crotch and sniffing. “Ohhh dear me; you are a forward fellow!” Sylvia said as she scratched him behind the ear, but made no attempt to get him to remove his nose.
Amanda chuckled, “You know he never does that with Sammy or I, as if I was at all interested, I think right now I’d be jealous.”
Sylvia patted Donnie and felt a moistening between her legs, “Dogs aren’t as stupid as some people think they are; Donnie knows just which females he can mate with just by smelling us.”
Sam was watching blondie and said, “Mandy may not be interested, but I think blondie is ready to get into a dog fight over Donnie.”
Sylvia turned around to see the look on blondie’s face. “Ohhh, blondie! Don’t be that way, I’m not taking him off you and you should be happy; this shows he’s feeling better.”
blondie ground her teeth as she said “Feeling better or not, you should atleast push him away in the interest of common decency.”
Sylvia giggled, “Come on now; you know as well as I do that dogs have no conception of decency or jealousy when it comes to mating. Donnie will make sure no other males will get to at you or any other available female when he’s around, but all females are fair game to him and you had better get use to that fact that to Donnie, you’re no more than a fuck; somewhere he can get his rocks off.” Sylvia took this time to attach his dog tag to his collar.
blondie sat back and stared off into the gathering storm clouds, with a hurt look on her face and it bothered her that Sylvia was right. She herself had been promiscuous with other dogs, even if it wasn’t by choice and shouldn’t be feeling this way but it made no difference; she was horny as fuck and jealous and that was that. “I think you had better be going; the storm is about to break and you don’t want to be stuck here once the creeks come up,” blondie mentioned.
Sylvia chuckled. “I’ll go before the rain starts. But that driveway of yours does need a grader run over it. First, though, I want to invite you all, Donnie and blondie as well, to a party on Saturday next week. Call it a welcome to Wetherby kink party put on by some of our more colourful and unique locals.”
Amanda was impressed. “I really didn’t think we had been here long enough to be all that well known. I was wondering how to meet more people while being stuck out in the scrub like we are.”
Sylvia smiled, “You’ll have to blame me for that,” she added. “I’ve been talking to some of my friends and they are most interested in meeting you. Some of them are into the alternative lifestyles the way you and your mother is. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to and they’ll understand and respect your privacy.”
Sammy piped up, “We’d be very pleased to meet the locals! Count us in! Is there anything you want us to bring, a plate or other?”
Sylvia shook her head, “Heavens no! You’re the guests of honour! You’ll have plenty of time to repay the favour and maybe we can make the next one out here at your place.”
Amanda’s face lit up with excitement, “That’d be great! We even have a good place for a dungeon, if only we could get some carpentry work done; getting a contractor would be a little hard and trying to explain what we wanted would be embarrassing.”
Sylvia solved that problem swiftly, “There will be blokes at this party that would be only too happy to help build your dungeon, if it meant that we’d have somewhere else for play parties. And now you mention it; a guy called Carl might be able to help you out with that driveway of yours as well. Especially if you sling him a couple of slabs of beer on the side, since he drives the council grader.”
~...~
Huddling down blondie tried to keep out of the rain under her tarp but the wind didn’t help matters. She was half tempted to plead with her daughters to put her in the kennel, but knew it was only going to give the girls more to laugh about. Lightning struck off in the distance, along with a deafening clap of thunder. “Oh, fuck,” blondie said. “Here I am stuck in a metal cage!” Just then Amanda wandered out onto the veranda.
“Wow! That was loud.”
Blondie forgot all about her previous thought and grabbed the bars closest to her, “Please get me out of here sweetheart,” she pleaded. Her hair was matted to her face, she had goose bumps all over her body; her nipples looked like two enormous goose bumps; they weren’t up from being aroused but from the cool breeze blowing across her body; she looked like a drowned rat.
“Relax mum; you won’t get fried, even if you’re struck by the lightning! Haven’t you heard about Faraday Cages? If you haven’t noticed; that mesh on the outside of the bars is actually brass; it shields you from static charges. Mr Kent must have looked into it when he had Ez locked in there.”
That didn’t make blondie didn’t feel any better. She still wanted out! “I don’t care! Please let me out, I’ll do anything you want.”
Mandy smirked, “You keep making promises that are difficult to live up to. Anything covers a great deal; what makes you think I’ll go easy on you?”
blondie felt exasperation overcome her, “Are you crazy? I’m here in a cage and there’s lightning all around. It doesn’t matter what I promise! You can make me do anything you want.”
Amanda chuckled, “You got that right! So why make these stupid promises in the first place?”
blondie flinched as another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a crash of thunder. It made blondie weep as she said, “Please sweetheart. I hate it out here; please Mandy?”
Amanda just smiled, “Ok mum! But you can’t go into the kennel, so I’ll chain you up under the veranda instead.”
The situation blondie was in, one respect, had got better and she at least now she felt safer from the lightning. Her comfort was seriously impeded by her restraint that Mandy had put on her; a very short twelve inch length of chain was now locked to her collar and again locked to the base on one of the stumps that held the veranda. This meant that blondie was lying in a stream of muddy water, as it meandered under the house. To keep her head out of the water, she had to stay on her elbows. This was uncomfortable and she moved constantly to relieve the stress on her muscles which only added to her misery with her body being covered by the mud her movement was creating.
The next day saw blondie still tethered to the stump of the veranda. The rain had stopped sometime that night and now all that was left, was damp ground and blondie, covered in mud, which was now drying. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her daughters all during the frightening night. But she now heard them going about their business inside though they hadn’t come out to see how their mother was doing yet.
At noon Amanda came out and stuck blondie back in her cage without washing her off and saying nothing more than, “Two more days before you’re clear to go back to your kennel.” It made blondie wonder if she has she’d upset Mandy. But decided not to ask. She was kneeling again in her bitch box and boredom wasn’t the only thing she had to contend with but it was the easiest.
When she was younger; she had done yoga to help concentrate her mind and energy on her athletics and ballet so now that discipline became a godsend as she was able to put herself into a semiconscious trance to while away the hours half dozing. She had noticed that Donnie did it, when there wasn’t anything that kept his interest. The flies were a different kettle of fish though as her body was covered in a musky smelling film of dirt that turned to mud as she sweated. The flies just loved her aroma and she continually swatted at them. All in all she was one grimy, stinky, dirty bitch.
~...~
“Your quarantine is finished! How would you like to go down to the creek and have a splash around, before you go back to your kennel?” blondie roused from her semi doze, it was the first words anyone had said to her for days. She smiled, feeling that she should be angry that her daughter had neglected her, but she’d come to terms with the fact that animals, particularly dogs, had an innate ability to hold no grudges. So she barked, “Woof, arf arf!” Then let her tongue drop from her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes then!” Mandy giggled.
Being led down to the creek on her leash with Donnie prancing around and excitedly nuzzling her cunt when he got the chance, was sheer bliss and she showed it by teasing him and barking while keeping her tongue out as much as possible. She had been making a concerted effort to hang her tongue out and pant at times. She hoped to become so used to it that it became normal for her.
Mandy and Sam giggled as both Donnie and blondie raced off into the water and splashed around and having fun. Donnie picked up a large stick from out of the water and started to drag it back to the bank. To the surprise of both girls and Donnie, blondie latched on with her mouth to the smaller end and started a tug-of-war with him. Both girls were pissing themselves laughing as they watched Donnie drag both the stick and blondie up the creek bank.
Amanda laughed, “You’re a stupid bitch blondie! Donnie is so much stronger than you! What makes you think you can beat him?”
Looking up at her daughter, blondie let go of the stick and barked, “Arf arf woof!” And then went back to biting the stick. Sam giggled, “I think we need a doggy dictionary to understand what she’s saying.”
Amanda chuckled, “I think it was...who cares... but I could be wrong.”
Sam lay back on their blankets, a small tear escaping from the corner of her eye; Mandy caught it, “What’s the matter?”
Sammy smiled, “Nothing! Absolutely nothing at all sweetheart! I just realised that this is now our home and we’ve done it! I have you, a loving home and we own two beautiful pets! I’m just so happy now that I can go out without worrying about my...” Sam stopped for a second then finished, “Her!”
Amanda draped her arm protectively over Sam, “I told you I would look after you, and I told you that everything would be ok; didn’t I?”
Sammy wiped at the tear, “Yes my love; that you did. But there were times that I didn’t dare hope for a life as wonderful as this. You’re not the only one I have to be grateful to, if it wasn’t for that bitch over there chewing on that stick, we wouldn’t have what we have!”
Amanda looked over to blondie, “You’re right, we have a lot to thank her for; she’s certainly one of a kind. I couldn’t love or admire her more if you paid me a million dollars!”
Donnie finished his attack on the killer stick and turned his attention to blondie. Sam nudged Mandy, “I think Donnie has decided that it’s been way to long since he’s exerted his dominance over his fuckbitch! Either that or he just wants to get his rocks off or any bitch hole will do”
Mandy giggled, “Show time!”
The two young women held each other tenderly as they lay back on the grass. They kissed and hugged and showed each other the true depths of their love. All this while watching Donnie as he climbed on top of blondie and blondie was again back to normal, being, fully the bitch she was.
To be continued...