Donnie\'s Bitch

                        By Amanda Collsen

Chapter 1

Secrets

Amanda stood shocked and very angry watching her mother from the archway to the lounge room.  Angela Thompson was the same woman who only last week, had found her in a compromising position with her lover and had spewed forth a tirade of insults and abuse.  She had called her daughter, “A perverted whoring slut,” along with every other known derogatory term under the sun.  Amanda quietly slipped back out of the room to fetch her digicam vowing revenge.

This same foul mouthed mother now lay on the lounge room floor naked, with one hand firmly lodged in her cum drenched pussy, while the other was wrapped around the cock of the family’s pet Great Dane Donnie, driving its cock in and out of her vile mouth. And Amanda was getting it all on tape. This was a godsend, a form of Karma, if you like. Amanda smiled cynically to herself, she was a big believer in Karma, and she lived her life with the belief that you treat others as you; yourself would want to be treated. And this was way too good to miss on camera.

Sitting quietly in front of her monitor, Amanda shuddered as she reviewed the footage of her mother’s degenerate sexual display.  She thought to herself, “She berated me for having a sexual relationship with Sam.” Sam and she loved each other, but how could you love a dog, an animal, so much as to want to have intercourse with it?  It was too far remote from her way of thinking to come to terms with.

         Amanda and Samantha had been friends for like, forever, always playing together, never being too far from each other’s side since they could walk. While no one suspected their attraction for each other, especially Sam’s parents, originally their friendship was purely platonic, but as it is, as time went by they realized they had a special love for one another.

         That’s what hurt Amanda so much, when her vindictive bitch of a mother had rung Sam’s parents to tell them what she had discovered.  To say Sam’s parents were religious would be a gross understatement; in fact they put the religious zealots waging holy war to shame. On hearing the news from her, they waged a war so cruel that it forced Sam to flee to women’s refuge with only the cloths on her back, torn and tattered as they were.  Physically beaten and emotionally humiliated in front of all her family was nothing to the extremes of being dragged kicking and screaming into church to be berated and further humiliated by the parishioners and clergy for her “perverted thoughts and actions”.

Amanda wasn’t sure if Sam would ever be the same after that, Amanda had tried talking to her, trying to apologize for her stupid mothers actions, but Sam just sat with her arms wrapped around herself, rocking back and forward, sobbing quietly.  Amanda had tried to hold her, but Sam had pulled away with stark terror etched over her tear stained face.  The bruises were clearly evident under the gown she was wearing, something that had been given her by one of the ladies from the refuge, after seeing that her cloths were of no practical use.  Amanda wanted to die right there and then and had cursed her mother.

.~…~.

“Revenge is mine!” sayeth the Lord. Sam’s parents used it all the time. “It may very well be!” thought Amanda, and “The lord works in mysterious ways!” That was another statement she’d heard, so what’s to say that the Lord isn’t using her to exact punishment for the wrong her mother meted out to Sam.  Amanda was ready to put her plan into action, all she needed to do was wait, wait till her mother fell asleep.  Amanda didn’t need to tiptoe into her mother’s bedroom, Angela was a sound sleeper, taking the collar and chain she’d purchased that day and she slipped it around her mother’s neck and securely padlocked it.  Taking another padlock, she secured the chain to the headboard of her mother’s large heavy oak four poster bed.

Satisfied that her mother wasn’t going anywhere in a great hurry, she gave herself time to relax, and set up the television and DVD player.  “This was going to be interesting to say the least!” Amanda thought to herself.  One last thing before the show begins; Amanda went back out to the kitchen and retrieved a pitcher of ice cold water.

“SHOW TIME!” Amanda said loudly as poured the cold water over her mother and stood back.  Angela woke to a shock, spluttering and gasping.  Amanda giggled.  Angela’s shock turned to confusion then quickly to anger. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Angela said as she scowled at her daughter.  

Amanda smiled “Just getting your attention Mother!” She said smugly.

“I’ll get your attention, you bitch, As soon as I get my plaited belt!” Angela screamed; as she leaped from her bed, not noticing the collar and chain.  Amanda feigned terror, bringing her hands to her mouth just about the time Angela ran out of chain.  The sudden halt to her progress was bone jarring, and she slammed to the bed chocking and coughing.  Amanda almost thought she’d broken her neck then laughed at her antics trying to get to her knees.  Holding her throat with one hand to soothe the pain she felt, the other trying to tug the chain loose from where it was anchored securely to the head board. 

“Ohhhh! That has got to have hurt?”  Amanda said trying to stem fits of giggling; “I think you’ll have one massive bruise on your neck tomorrow.” 

“What’s the meaning of this? Why am I chained to the bed? Unlock this collar! Immediately bitch!” Angela coughed and wheezed.

“Ohhhh! You’re scaring me!” Amanda jibed. “And stop with the bitch comment, you’re the only bitch slut around here.

Angela blinked, “How dare you speak to me like that, when I get off this chain, you’ll rue the day you were ever born.

“Too late Mother, I regret being born already, at least I regret being your daughter, I regret you finding My loving and gentle Sam and I together, I regret I didn’t do something to stop you from calling her parents, I regret My life very day I see your sorry arse waddling through this house.  There is nothing you can do to me to make my life sorrier than it already is.”  Amanda said with pain and rage clearly showing on her face.

“So that is what this is all about!” Angela huffed, “That perverted rug munching slut! Well, she got what she deserved!”

         Amanda saw red; she strode forward, with such speed and ferocity that Angela never saw it coming, so she made no attempt to defend herself, and took the full force of Amanda’s hand as she struck her face. Angela saw stars, and the room spun. She slumped to the bed, for the first time ever she was frightened of her daughter, she had never seen her so angry.  “Don’t you dare talk about Sam like that.  She’s a hundred times the person you could ever hope to be, mother, and she’s kind, gentle, generous, and amazingly loving.” 

Angela picked herself up off the mattress, and rubbed her cheek, not sure what to say, so she decided to say nothing, hoping Amanda would rant herself out.

“You talk about us being perverted, of going against nature.  Well I really don’t believe you mother.  Listen to yourself!  Do you really believe what you say or do you just get pleasure out of belittling and berating us?”  Amanda turned around, she was about to cry and she didn’t want to show her mother any weakness.  Still with her back to her mother, she said, “No mother! If the there is a perverted degenerate slut in this family, it’s you!”

Angela gasp, “What in gods name are you talking about, you stupid child?”

Amanda answered her question with one word. “Woof!

“What’s that supposed to mean? What are you insinuating? It’s that little cunt you call your lover, telling lies about me, to save her precious hide, isn’t it?” Angela was shaken; even the red hand mark on her face had paled to two shades lighter.  Amanda turned to look directly into the eyes of the slut dog fucker. 

“I don’t believe you can sit there and… No! Sam has little hide left to protect, thanks to you and knows nothing about this, something I’ll be rectifying tomorrow.”

Angela gave no indication, that she knew nor cared what Amanda was talking about.

“Your going to be stone faced to the end, aren’t you Mother? Do you want proof? I’ll show you proof.” Amanda picked up the remote for the DVD, and hit play.

As the screen brightened, all that could be seen was a woman’s arse with a dog securely mounted behind her, rutting like there was no tomorrow, the words coming from the as yet unidentified female were rich to say the least.  “Ohhhh Yes, fuck me you hairy mother fucker, pour your doggy cum into my slut cunt, make me your bitch, Ohhhh yes harder, harder, Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Amanda paused the video clip, “Do you want more mother?”

Angela sat stiff bodied on the bed and glared at Amanda. Not sure where her daughter had got this tape, but determined to deny any involvement, “I knew you were perverted! Now you’re downloading porn from the internet to satisfy your pathetic sexual desires?”

Amanda restarted the video, and shook her head. “No mother! This is all amateur home production.  I see I’ll have to shove your face in it, watch mother! You may ever get a thrill out of it.  “Heeeerrrrrrrre’s Johnny,” Amanda sang, “or should I say, here’s Annnnnggggela! The star performer.”  With that, the camera panned back to reveal Angela in the throws of sexual bliss, reveling in the carnal bestiality spewing forth from the screen.  Angela buried her face into her hands, and let out a scream of frustration, mixed with anger, remorse and guilt. Amanda turned the sound up two notches, just as Angela in the video clip screamed out an orgasm, stereo wails from the same mother, all over the same act but for different reasons.

“You turn that off now young lady, and give me the disc, and we’ll hear no more about it.”

Amanda pressed the eject button and the disc slid silently out, picking it up, she handed it to her mother. 

“Now you’re coming to your senses young lady.” Angela broke the DVD in two, “And now take this stupid collar off me, right this instant.”

Amanda fished inside her back pocket for what Angela thought was the key to the collar and she turned her head slightly to give Amanda access to the lock, thinking that this was a close shave.  And was relieved that she had managed to talk her silly young daughter down, then when she got rid of this humiliating collar she was going to give Amanda the thrashing of her life for putting her through all this crap.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting this one as well then mother?” Instead of a key Amanda flicked another disc into her mothers lap, how about this one, or maybe this one.” Amanda flipped three at her in quick succession, “Ohhhh! And I have another ten of them just waiting to go out to all of dad’s family and your friends, not to mention the police who I’m sure will want a copy.” Amanda gave her mother a contemptuous glare while inserting another disc in the DVD and turning on full blast.

“Turn it off, Turn it off.  Please just turn it off.”  Angela wailed as tears filled her eyes.  “Let me explain, please.” Angela blubbered

Amanda look truly stunned at her mother, “You can explain this degenerate display? Can You? Ohhh!  This should be good.  What are you going to say here mother? You fell down on the dog and by accident his dick got stuck in your cunt.   Maybe, he stuck a bone to your head and barked out, suck my dog dick and swallow all my cum, you sorry excuse for a fuck slut or I’ll blow your brains out? How about, Donnie looked so desperate, I thought I do him a favor and let him get his rocks off in my slimy fuck box?”

Angela looked at the screen though her fingers, and remembered back two days when the video must have been taken.  It had felt so good and natural, and sexy to her at that moment.  She was in the throws of passion and had come several times and, later, masturbated to the memory several more times,.  What she saw on the screen, now, was nothing like she remembered it, without the sexual hormones flooding her system, this vile display of perversion was nothing but an abomination of gross magnitude, that she wanted nothing but to throw up.

On the video, her mother spun around after Donnie had finished spewing his dog cum into her cunt and she immediately started to suck and lick his dick, cleaning all their mix of cum and pussy juice off his cock, and after she had finished Donnie brought his muzzle to her face and licked her clean, several times she opened her mouth and let his tongue enter as though she was French kissing the dog.

“No!” Angela thought, I can’t explain it; there was no sane explanation for this, it just felt right at the time.

Amanda slapped her mother out of her thoughts, “Well? You said you had an explanation.” She walked to her mother’s wardrobe and took out her plaited belt, the one she had, had wrapped around her arse many times. “ I believe you were going to use this on me when you got rid of your collar and chain, how about I use it first to refresh your memory of recent events , Ohhhh and by the way, I had to strip when I got it used on me, so I think it only fair that you should strip as well.”

Angela looked horrified at her daughter, “She wouldn’t dare?” she thought, but the look on her daughter’s face was enough to give her second thoughts “I... I’m your mother! You can’t do this!”

Amanda nodded, “You’re at least partly right, you are my mother, but that is where it stops. You are also a slut! This I can understand, everyone has a right to live their life as they wish.  I know I do.  But you are also a dog fucker, “Donnie’s Bitch!” Yeah! ... I like that, that’d be a good name for you now; I think I might tattoo that on your forehead. And while it may not be my cup of tea, I will, in time, come to terms with you spreading your slimy cum covered legs and opening your fuck hole for every canine cock that wanders into the back yard.”

Angela stared horrified back at her daughter, as her scathing remarks tore her self esteem to shreds.  “Slimy legs! Fuck hole! Every canine cock!  I have no intention of being the local whore for the neighborhood dogs.” She said to herself, willing her voice to express her thoughts, but all was mute, her mouth formed the words, but there was no volume.

Amanda continued, “You know what makes all this so terribly pathetic?”

         “Pathetic!” The word etched itself into Angela’s brain; her self image was at a new time low, immediately she felt a tingling from her clit and a flood of moisture flow from her pussy. “OMG!” thought Angela “What is coming over me, I think I’m going to cum before this is over, this can’t be happening.” She fought the urge to slid her hand down into her hot wet sex, and confirm everything her daughter was saying about her. “I can’t be as perverted as she is telling me I am!”

Amanda finished, “It’s the fact that your worst trait has nothing to do with any perverted sexual act that your putrid mind could conceivably come up with, It’s the fact that you’re a HYPROCRITE!”  Amanda spat the last word right in her mothers face.  “I distinctly remember you verbally abusing me of “Going against nature” with my love for Samantha, yet you sit here in all your glory as a dog fucker and believe that you’re pure and innocent, at least I stay within my own species when deviating from the norm, unlike you.

It took quite some seconds for this last statement to filter though the sexual haze that was starting to surround Angela’s brain.

“Hypocrite?” After the last tirade of verbal abuse her daughter had stung her with, this last statement was almost a let down.” I’m a hypocrite?” Angela repeated, with an astonished look on her face.

Amanda saw that the concept was lost on her mother and in anger she lashed out with the belt, catching her mother on the left breast, Angela howled in pain, clutching her tender nipple. “Take that night gown off!  Perverted bitch sluts like you don’t deserve to be clothed, especially not in something as modest as that.”

“Don’t make me do this darling.” Angela sobbed.

Amanda backhanded her, “Too late for platitudes mother, now get that slut body of yours out of the nightgown.”

“I can’t!” Her mother whined, “Not with this collar on.”

“Yes you can, you moron, fucking dogs must be effecting your brains!” With that Amanda took hold of her mother’s nightgown and tore it at the neck, exposing her breasts. “Now slide it down.”

Amanda had to admit, her mother still had firm breasts, her body was in fairly good shape for her age, maybe a few kilos over weight, but certainly not fat.  That fact wasn’t lost on Angela as she noticed her daughter staring at her, her reflex was to cover up with her hands, until Amanda raised the belt, and she dropped her hands and removed her tattered garment, feeling distinctly vulnerable, knowing her daughter’s attraction for the female form. Going around behind her mother she took the remnants of the nightgown and tired her hands behind her back, Angela didn’t try to stop her; she was still lost in her thoughts of how she had got herself into all this mess.

“Now that we have stripped you physically, we’ll start stripping that phony persona that you have surrounded yourself with and dismantle the façade you call your life.”  So, what are you mother?” Amanda raised her eyebrow to emphasis her impatience.

Angela looked up at her daughter knowing what she want her to say, but couldn’t bring herself to admit it.  Amanda paced, tapping the belt against her leg, she could see that her mother wasn’t going to do this the easy way. Angela sat on her hunches, and looked blankly at her daughter.

Suddenly Amanda swung the belt again.  Angela howled in pain as it again struck her left nipple; all she could do was hunch over with her hands tied behind her back. “Focus damn you!” Amanda ordered.  “This isn’t some fucking stupid game you dog slut; I gave you the chance to come clean on your own.  Now I see I have to take the hard line.” 

Amanda went to her mother’s closet and selected two long robe ties, and started to tie her mother spread eagled on her bed, securing each ankle to the uprights at the foot of the bed.

“What are you doing Amanda?  This isn’t funny!  Let me go, you have no right to do this.” She screamed in panic.  Angela fought as best she could but having her arms tied behind her back severely impeded her efforts, eventually Amanda had her tightly strung between the chained collar and the posts at the foot of the bed, making it an effort for Angela to breath.

“Now let’s try it this way, so again mother, what are you?” Amanda repeated

Angela shock her head, “No, No, No, I won’t do this, untie me now!”

Amanda stepped up and swung the belt, landing it on her inner thigh an inch below her mother’s pussy.  Angela screamed, and sobbed “Stop it, you’re hurting me.”

Amanda shrugged her shoulders, “Then I’m having the desired effect, shall I continue?”

“No! Please, no more, I’m a hypocrite!” Angela mumbled.

         Amanda swung the belt again, “Louder!”

“I’m a hypocrite!”

 “Louder!” Amanda yelled and kept laying the dreaded belt into her mother’s pussy.

         Angela wailed, “I’m a hypocrite!  I’m a hypocrite!  I’m a hypocrite!”

         And still Amanda flailed her mother, venting her anger on her now red and bruised groin, alternating every now and then to her slowly reddening breasts.  Angela squirmed and wriggled trying desperately to avoid the blows raining down on her femininity. Finally Angela screamed at the top of her lunges, “I’M A DOG FUCKING HYPOCRITE!”

Amanda stopped her onslaught as her mother lay sobbing and blubbering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, Please, Please.” She wailed.  Amanda stood over her mother, breathing hard from the exertion, beads of sweat starting to run down into her eyes.

“Now then! Don’t you feel better after getting that off your chest?” Her mother was far too distracted by the pain to answer this latest question.  Amanda sat beside her mother on the bed, “So now what do you like to do?” she goaded.

Angela knew the answer to this question, and to avoid another round with the belt. “I like to fuck Donnie!” she finally sniveled

“And that makes you a…what?” Amanda goaded again.

Angela was defeated, “A… dog fucker!” She cried!”

“Yes, that’s right mother, you’re a dirty little canine sucking, dog fucking slut, who hypocritically denounced Samantha and I for being lesbians, so who is more degenerate for our sexual preferences?”

         Angela closed her eyes; this whole mess was almost too much to bear. Racked with pain and humiliation, “I am! Amanda, I am.  And I’m… I’m so, so sorry for what I have done to you… and … and Samantha, Please forgive me Amanda, and I promise to never do it again, I’ll get rid of Donnie, find some way to make it up to you both” she bleated.

“Your right, you will never do it again, but not for the reasons you might think.  While being a lesbian isn’t necessarily look upon favorably, it’s not against the law.  But this is  and if I let the authorities get hold of this,” she pointed the remote to the DVD player and pressed pause, just as the image of her mother was taking the entire length of Donnie’s cock into her mouth. “This… Ohhhh wow. He sure has a thick cock, doesn’t he mother, and long too… I can see your throat bulging as you shove it down your slimy chute.” Amanda got temporarily distracted by the action on the screen, “I’m sorry, what was I saying? Ohhhh yes! These degenerate displays of bestiality, then you’re going to go away for probably about two to five years, and you know what that means.  Don’t you?” Amanda waited for Angela to process the information.

Angela turned her head away from her daughter and that horrible picture staring at her from the TV. “I can see it all right now,” Amanda went on.  “You’ll be rug munching, as you so spitefully put it, before the weeks out, I can imagine you turned into a sex toy for all those sex starved Bull Dykes. You had better get used to the flavor of pussy juice.” Amanda reached out and slid her hand over her mother’s bruised and swollen breasts, caressing them softly “They’ll love to get hold of these perky twins,” she giggled,

Angela moaned and tried to pull away.

“Now I could probably handle it, in fact, I think I’d be the one instigating the proceedings, I have also heard that they like anal games as well, you never know, by the time you get out, you may need a butt plug for the rest of your life, just to stop from shitting yourself every time you get up out of a chair, that’s to say you can actually sit down.” 

Angela wailed, “Stop it, I’m not going to jail, please Amanda, please don’t do this, I’ll do any thing you want, just don’t do this.”

“And, ohhhh, fisting!” Amanda sadistically continued, “Now that’s something I have thought about trying, but then I don’t care if my pussy is stretch beyond its limits. Unlike you dear mother, I have no wish to impress a male. You know that some women can actually get two fists up their sloppy cunts.

“And as far as getting rid of Donnie, I don’t think so! It’s not his fault he now likes to fuck women, you corrupted him and you’ll have to deal with him.  What do you think will happen if he comes across another innocent female, the mind boggles, No! He’s your responsibility now mother and you’ll be expected to keep him fully satisfied.”

         Angela had lost it, she was bawling her eyes out, “No, No … anything … anything you want, I promise.”

Amanda knew she had her mother by the short and curlies.  “The word ‘anything’ congers up a magnitude of possibilities mother dear.  Some you may think worse than your possible jail term.” Amanda saw that her words weren’t really registering any more, her mother was lost in a world of hurt and misery.  “I tell you what! We’ll leave what you will or won’t do to a more appropriate time when you’re thinking more clearly.”

“And you have more time to brood on your fate in the hands of the inmates at the local lockup.” Amanda thought to herself.

“As for these!” Amanda stroked her mother’s pussy lips, “I think I’ll have to apply some lotion so they won’t be too bad in the morning.”

Angela broke out into a fresh round of crying, “Ohhhh please Amanda, don’t rape me please.” Angela could see the last of her life going down the toilet.

Amanda took a backward step, genuinely surprised at her mother words, “I have never taken anyone against their will mother.  Rape isn’t in my vocabulary.  If they don’t consent willingly, then I move on and I am truly hurt that you’d think I was capable of such a heinous crime. No mother, this is purely for medical reasons, and since you’re a little tied up at the moment, and as I am the reason for your demise, then I see it my duty to help out.”  Now just lay there and I’ll be back in a jiffy with some soothing cream to help you recover.”

Amanda chuckled to herself as she heard her mother mumble something along the line of, “Ok darling.”

“Boy! She must really be rattled.”  She thought to herself.

Amanda strode back in with the lotion in hand and seated herself on the bed beside her mother.  Taking some lotion on her fingers, she gentle smoothed it over the tortured area, Angela gasp at first touch, then started to moan as the lotion started to work it’s wonders. Amanda started to wonder about incest and what it would be like to have her mother between her thighs, but shook herself out of her mindful meanderings, she loved Sam and that was that, but … she thought, “That doesn’t stop her giving her mother a little taste of the female touch,” with that in mind, she started to apply her fingers a little more sensually to the task at hand.

“I was wondering mother, what you get out of your liaison with Donnie?”

         Angela moaned, caught up in the pleasurable feelings emanating from her nether region, “What do you mean?” she finally forced out of the fog that was quickly enveloping her.

         “Is he as good as a human?” Amanda asked.

Angela had difficulty forming lucid thoughts, “Ummmm, well … Ummmm …yes and no, I suppose …” she finally got out.  “He kinda does what he wants, when he wants, however he wants.” Angela groaned and shuddered with an impending orgasm at the thought of being taken by Donnie without any consideration.

Amanda felt a flush of moisture between her mother lips, “Hmmmm this is interesting!  But men are like that anyway aren’t they?”   She giggled at her question.

         This burst of chuckling brought Angela back to a little clearer mindset, “Well, No darling, I mean some men are.  And they tend to be very rough in getting what they want, wham, bam and no thank you ma’am.  And then they roll over and snore their heads off once they have filled you up, and left you with the wet spot.  Donnie on the other hand is persistent, and firm in his wishes to mate.”  She quivered, as her impending orgasm gained momentum.  “He also takes his time, no rush, and the after care.  Wow, now that blows my mind every time. How many men do you know that will help you clean up their mess after flooding you?”  Through her sexual fog Angela didn’t even realize she was explaining all this to her daughter.

Amanda nodded, still rubbing the lotion into her mother’s pussy lips, straying close every so often to mother’s nub of pleasure, seeing the slight rise of her mother hips to meet her now freely roaming hand.  “Hmmm, mother is certainly getting herself worked up.” She mused, although she was supplying the stimulus, she knew full well that her mother thoughts were of Donnie.

Amanda decided to up the anti.  “Look at you, trying to dry hump your daughter’s hand.” Angela blushed crimson red, she hadn’t realized what she was doing until Amanda brought it to her notice.  “You are a fucking perverted doggy humping gutter slut that is without doubt.  I never imagined in my wildest dreams that my own mother could sink so low.”  Amanda chuckled to herself and  let Angela feast on that little piece of verbal abuse for a while.

Angela had visions of herself with collar and leash on, with Amanda sitting on the couch, she on her knees, doggy humping her daughter’s leg, panting and whining for relief, adding it to her fantasy of being serviced by Donnie.  Angela cried out in mental and physical frustration, her clit felt like it was on fire as her pussy yearned for attention, so close and yet so far.

Amanda shifted her attention to her mother sore erect nipple, “Looks like these, rock solid marbles, they’re telling me you would love Donnie to be sliding his soft doggy tongue all over them, is that right mother?”  Angela groaned as her daughter applied some lotion to her sore nipples, “Tell me would you like me to bring Donnie in right now?”

Angela, in her sexual pitch wanted nothing more than to be knotted to Donnie, but the embarrassment and humiliation of her daughter watching her would be just too much. “No!” she whimpered

“Ohhhh, don’t be shy mother, now tell the truth, you’d drop to your hands and knees in a flash, and present your smutty fuck box to Donnie in a heart beat, lick and suck his cock with relish if given even half the chance.”  Angela’s nipples tightened and her pussy spewed more fuck slop at Amanda’s harangue.  She wanted relief, she wanted Donnie, and she wanted to disappear into sexual oblivion.

“Ohhhh, Yes!”  Angela finally cried, “I want Donnie, I want him to fuck the shit out of me, I want to be his devoted fuck bitch, I want him to own my cunt,” she disembogued her sexual tension.  Angela’s body shook with a massive orgasm, the likes she had never known, bright colorful lights went off in her head, and her body felt like it was suspended in mid air, drifting on soft velvety clouds, despite in reality her convulsions were cramping her up, making her collar constrict the air flow to her heaving lungs to a point of asphyxiation, blackness drove in on her.

 Amanda quickly undid the lock on her collar, and checked to see if she was still breathing, satisfied that she had merely fainted, and was in no danger; she proceeded to retie her mother for a better nights sleep, “Tomorrow will be the start of a very different and interesting life … for the both of us.”

 To be continued…

Donnie\'s Bitch

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

 Homecoming

Angela woke to a buzzing, and after a few minutes realized it was between her legs and not in her head.  It could only be coming from her Ben-Wah balls she had bought not long after she had thrown out her perverted and useless husband.  Obviously Amanda has been snooping around in her bedside table, “This could be rather distracting,” she thought.  The vibration was set too low to allow an orgasm, but was certain to keep her sexually frustrated.

A little wiggle confirmed further suspicions.  Amanda had inserted one ball in her pussy and the other in her arse.  “That fucking little shit!” she mumbled to herself.  Craning her neck, she looked around; her hands were now above her head and held with the chain that was originally attached to her collar.  “HER collar?” Angela thought as another twinge coursed from her already wet pussy up to her permanently hard nipples. What on earth had made her claim ownership of this leather collar her daughter had forced upon her.  Angela shook her head trying to clear the thought and examined her bindings for weak points.  Her hands were now in what looked like fingerless mittens, doubled up into fists and secured into leather gloves with tiny padlocks. On the end of the mittens were chrome rings attached to the chain which was then wrapped around the headboard.  

“There’s certainly no help there!”  She told herself.

Angela struggled in vain.  Her ankles were still tied to the posts at the bottom of her bed. Although her movements were severely restricted, she was fairly comfortable and could quite easily have dropped off to sleep if it weren’t for the incessant vibrations permeating her groin. What didn’t help matters either was the DVD repeating her deviant display with Donnie over and over again for her as a reminder what her torment was all about. 

Angela then turned her head to the clock; it was now 1am.  It had been 10.30 when she had gone to bed and about an hour later, 11.30, when Amanda had woken her so drastically; allowing an hour of abuse, 12.30, she took until she fainted from her orgasm.  Something that now totally embarrassed her.  She figured she’d been out for about thirty minutes, plenty of time for Amanda to tie her up for a miserable nights sleep.

Amanda on the other hand went to bed pleased with herself.  She was nervous at first, but as the encounter progressed she felt she had the upper hand, and that her mother seemed to be displaying submissive tendencies; she was now determined to take full advantage of them.  Unlike her mother she slept soundly.

Angela had just come down off her latest orgasm.  One of too few she had worked hard for and managed to squeeze out during the night, when Amanda bounced into her bedroom. The DVD was still playing her transgression, as were the balls still working away inside her now very sore and saturated holes.  Angela looked a sight; her hair matted with perspiration, the room smelling strongly of the musky scent of cunt juices, and the bed was soaked with it all.

“Good morning mother! Sleep well I hope?” Amanda smirked; switching off the DVD, knowing full well that if the bitch had gotten more than an hour of sleep she’d be doing well. She herself had time to shower and have a light breakfast of toast and coffee before coming in to see her.

Angela moaned as tears rolled down her face. “Please Amanda, release me, I’m sore, and thirsty and I really need to use the bathroom.”  Angela completely forgot to chastise her daughter for the balls.  The night had played hard on her mental capacity, and all she wanted now was freedom and would agree to anything to achieve it. 

Amanda ran her finger across her mother’s forehead brushing a stray wisp of saturated hair from her face.  “I bet you do mother, you look absolutely awful; not to mention you smell like a whore after a hard night at work.  I could smell you from down the hall.” Angela’s face reddened with embarrassment; she had always been diligent with her feminine hygiene and knew exactly how she must smell.

“But…” Amanda went on, “I’m sorry to say, I don’t have time to take care of your personal needs, I have an appointment to see Sam today, and I’m running a little late as it is.  And you certainly wouldn’t want that. Would you mother?” Amanda chortled sarcastically.

Angela look wide eyed at her daughter, “But you can’t leave me like this!  I need to use the bathroom.  I’ll pee myself if I don’t go soon, and I feel disgusting just as I am now.  Please Amanda, I beg you; untie me.” To say Angela was getting desperate would have been an understatement; she looked to her daughter with pleading eyes.

Amanda smiled, “Yes mother I agree!  You are disgusting! Not just in how you look and smell but in all aspects of your life,” Amanda watched fresh tears roll down her face.  “Relax mother, stop crying or you’ll dehydrate yourself.  I have no intention of leaving you lazing around here all day like lady muck.” With that she got up and moved to release Angela’s left leg from the bed post.

Angela breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you Amanda, I… I promise I’ll make it all up to you, I’ll do everything you say, I promise.” 

Amanda smiled, “I’m sure you will mother, now flex your leg; let’s get some blood flow going. Bring it up to your bottom.”  Angela did as she was told, relieved to have movement back in her limb.  Before she knew what was happening Amanda slipped a leather buckled loop over her knee; slid it down and tighten it securely, thus securing her ankle to her upper thigh.

Angela tried to stop her but to no avail, “What are you doing?” she whimpered.

“Just getting you dressed mother, you have acted like a bitch and you like dogs so much; I thought that maybe you’d like to spend a little time like a real bitch and this will effectively keep you on all fours; especially since those mittens will certainly stop you from using your hands.” 

Angela whined but realized that she wasn’t going to be given any choice.  Amanda finished strapping her mother’s legs, then unlocked her mittens from the headboard and rolled her to an upright position.  “Here! Let me give you a hand… Ohhhh dear would you look at that!  You still have those nasty balls.” Amanda turned off the vibrator and removed the balls, much to Angela’s relief and embarrassment. “And look, your arse is stuck to the sheet from the nasty cum you’ve been drooling out of your cunt all night long.”

She chuckled, delighted with rubbing her mother’s nose in her predicament. “We’ll just get that off and … there now! …slide off the bed. That’s it!”  Angela now stood, if you could call it that, on all fours.  Amanda clipped a dog leash to her collar and led her out of the bedroom.  Her progress was stilted, stiff from being bound all night and not use to crawling on hands and knees and hampered by her lower legs bound up against her thighs. 

“Please darling, let me go to the bathroom, freshen up and put something on,” Angela begged.  But her heart sank as they passed by the bathroom door.

“Where I’m taking you; you won’t need a shower or clothes, and you can pee anywhere you want.  I’m sure that your companion won’t mind in the least.”  Angela froze, dreading to even contemplate what her daughter was saying but couldn’t contain herself.

“Companion?” Angela asked.  “What do you mean …?”

Amanda almost burst out laughing at her mother’s concern, “Well, you can’t expect to be left on your own; not now with your new status.”  Angela tried to stop, but Amanda jerked the leash and the collar bit deep into Angela’s neck choking her, making her follow reluctantly.  “Now be a good little doggy and stop fighting me, you can’t win; I’m the one holding your leash from now on.”  Angela started weeping all over again as she was dragged unceremoniously down stairs and out into the backyard.  Her knees hurt as she crossed the patio; she felt decidedly exposed for good reason as she looked around clearly distressed by what people might say if they saw her like this. 

The yard was fairly well protected from view from the laneway running adjacent to the back fence and parkland behind.  Still there were some small gaps that showed in the palings.  Angela doubted that anyone could see through from the other side without actually getting their eye right up to the fence. Being out in the yard naked and bound made her sick, with her stomach cramping from nervous tension.

Angela suddenly knew exactly where Amanda was taking her.  Donnie’s enclosure ran the full length down the side of the back of the yard, taking up about a quarter of the available space.  It was approximately fifteen feet wide with the gate up near the house.  Donnie not only saw the two women coming, he could also smell the now familiar scent of one on heat, and he was enthusiastically jumping up at the gate and barking with canine joy.

“Look! Donnie’s happy to see you mother,” Amanda giggled.  “I’m sure he’ll be only too pleased to look after you until I return this afternoon.”

Angela groaned, “Please!  No!  Amanda, please!  You know what he’s going to do when you put me in with him!” 

Amanda nodded, “Yes mother!  I also know that shouldn’t worry a little dog fuck slut like you.  In fact; I thought you’d appreciate the attention Donnie will lavish on you.” 

The anguish on Angela’s face was growing more prominent by the minute.  The terrible humiliation was also making her pussy juices run down her legs in ever increasing quantities.

Amanda ordered Donnie away from the gate.  She could see he was reluctant to obey, but eventually he backed up and allowed Amanda to guide her mother into his compound and unclip her leash.  He immediately pounced on Angela searching her crotch with his tongue.  Angela groaned and complained until Donnie’s tongue flicked across her clit bringing a squeal of astonishment from amongst her moans of anguish.

“There you go mother. Home at last! I’ll leave you two love birds alone to get on with… well with whatever it is you do.”

Giggling, she latched the gate and walked back towards the house. Angela caught her daughter’s attention while trying to avoid the inevitable.  “Wait! I need something to drink and eat; and you promised that I could go to the toilet.” She whined as she backed into the corner of the compound trying to avoid Donnie’s probing tongue.

         Amanda stopped and lowered her head, but never turned around, “No mother, I never promised to let you use the toilet, I said you would have ample opportunity to pee, anywhere you want inside that kennel compound. You know dogs don’t use toilets.  Donnie just goes down the back as you will have to, and as far as food and water,” she pointed back over her shoulder to Donnie’s water bucket and food bowl, “You’ll have to share with your lover.” 

Angela’s face screwed up in anger.  “You fucking bitch!  Amanda, I hate you! I fucking hate you so fucking much!” She screamed while still fending off Donnie.

Amanda turned with a sad smile on her face, “I know mother, and I think I’ve always known, but I’m still unsure if the feeling’s mutual. I’ll see you this afternoon, have fun mother.” Amanda walked off into the house but she wasn’t feeling as satisfied with herself as she had the night before.

Amanda went to her mother’s bedroom.  “Geezus, this room smells like a pair of week old knickers,” she said to herself as she opened all the windows to let in a bit of fresh air.  Stripping off the bed sheets; she turned the bed over and remade it with fresh sheets from the linen closet.  She was spraying a little air freshener around when she heard an anguished cry from down stairs.  “Woops! Sounds like Donnie has finally nailed her,” she speculated as she wandered over to the window.  The view that held her attention for a short while was of her mother.  Her face was being ground into the dirt as Donnie slam fucked her from behind.  Angela was still crying, even as her hips betrayed her and began to move with sexual rhythm as the mating continued with Donnie mounted on top of her.  Amanda grimaced, “Are we enjoying ourselves now, mother?” she said to herself before returning to the task at hand.

She started to gather up her mother’s clothes and belongings, packing them in large plastic garbage bags.  Then went to her old room and transferred all her clothes and knickknacks to her new, master bedroom.

.~…~.

Amanda knocked softly on the door. 

“Yes?” was all the answer she got.

“Sam!  It’s me, Mandy.  May I come in please?” she said hesitantly.

There was a long silence which made Amanda more nervous than she already was.

“Please Sam, I have some good news.”

The door slowly creaked opened and Sam peeked out from behind it, “Tell me my family has been vaporized in an atomic bomb blast. Tell me you’ve found away to go back in time and erase the last week.  If not; then you really have nothing to say!”

Amanda swept tears from her eyes.  She felt the rejection from the one person that meant everything to her and castigated herself for not doing more to stop her mother before things got this bad. “I know how you must feel.  But, please let me in and I’ll explain.  I’m almost sure you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

Samantha left the door open and walked back across the room to look vacantly out the window; Amanda took this as an invitation to enter.

“Sam?” she whispered. “I love you!” 

Those three simple words in the past had always elicited a joyous response, but today Sam was silent and lost within herself.  Sam stared out the window.  It was a bright sunny day; the trees waving in the slight breeze and the sweet chirping of birds seemed to mock her morose disposition.  It was a good day for being outdoors when they sang; only she didn’t feel like being out there.  She wanted to hide.  Hide from her parents, her family, her friends, their friends, in fact; she wanted to hide from the whole damned world, and she began to weep, “No Mandy you don’t!  How can you know what I feel?  I don’t blame you, I dragged you into all this; it’s my fault entirely; I don’t deserve you, I’m an abomination!”  Sam really didn’t know what she was saying. Thoughts and emotions cascaded through her mind like leaves swirling in a blustery wind.  She brought her hands to her face and wept openly. “My family and everyone says…” she broke down and couldn’t go on racked with pain and anguish.

Amanda started crying openly as well.  “Don’t say that,” Amanda told her.  “You’re not an abomination.   I love you!  I always have and I always will.  You never dragged me into anything.  You were the strong one. You were strong enough to embrace your sexuality knowing full well how your parents felt about our kind of love. I was the weak one!  I was afraid to put myself on the line; afraid to confront my mother.  Hell!  I was so weak couldn’t even stop her from telling your parents.” Amanda hesitated, wanting to hold her lover, “That doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you then or now.  This has taught me to stick up for what I think is right and never back down.  You stood up to your parents and didn’t back down. It cost you dearly and for that I’m truly sorry but you taught me to be true to who I am.”

Amanda went over and put her arms around Sam.  She struggled but Amanda was determined not to let her go.  Finally Sam gave up in despair.  Amanda bent her head and nuzzled her neck, “I do love you so!  More than life itself!  I can’t go on without you,” She whispered into her lover’s ear.   Sam slumped into Mandy’s arms with heaving sobs.  “You were strong for me whenever I needed you,” Amanda said, “I’m here for you now; no one will ever keep us apart. I promise you this!”

Samantha looked into Amanda’s eyes sniffling, “Do you really mean it? You’re not just saying that to… to make me feel better?”

Amanda let out a nervous chuckle between sniffles of her own, fingers swiping at another line of tears streaking down her own face. “Of course I’m saying it to make you feel better, silly, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s the truth. You know! I can’t remember one day in my entire life that you haven’t been apart of.  You see; you’re just as much a part of me as my own heart.  In fact, I’d rather have it torn from my chest than lose you.  I know it sounds corny but you’re the last one I think of at night and my first thought in the morning.”

Sam was touched, truly taken with Mandy’s proclamation of love and devotion. She sniffed and chuckled, “Ohhhh boy! I never realized that you felt as strongly as that. I always wondered if…” Samantha left it unsaid, a little embarrassed at Mandy’s verbalization “Do you remember Brad?” she asked, giving herself a little time to recover.

“Yeah, sure I do and I think he’ll remember you till the day he dies. Boys don’t really like being punched out by girls.” Mandy laughed. “It’s very humiliating you know!”

“Well he shouldn’t have tried to kiss you.” Sam said a little more light heartedly.

         “Hmmmm, jealousy is a curse! But nice for the ego; in fact that was the time I really knew for sure that our relationship was something more than just friends.” Mandy responded.

By this time Amanda and Samantha were sitting lightly on her bed, arms around each other reveling in each others tenderness. “So what is it you have to tell me?” Sam broke in on the harmony.

“Ohhhh, I just wanted to tell you that my mother’s a bitch.” Mandy said with a smile.

         Sam looked a little puzzled as she wiped a few lingering tears from her face, “You came over here to tell me that?  I already know you’re mother’s a bitch, I mean no offence but…!”

Amanda waved it off trying to regain her own composure, “None taken, to be more accurate; she’s a hypocritical bitch.”

         “So what’s that got to do with…?

.~…~.

Amanda had not been inside the house more than five or ten minutes when Donnie was triumphant.  Angela struggled with him for as long as she could. But she was tired, the lack of sleep and hunger, along with the straps on her legs kept her from getting up or asserting herself.  That made it inevitable that he was going to win in the end.  Donnie knocked her over and as she tried to get up, her rear end was in just the right position for him and he took full advantage of it.  With a sudden leap he was on top of Angela, pinning her to the ground.  Thrusting his now prominent appendage into her already tender pussy, he impaled his bitch, bringing his cock home to where he knew it belonged.  Angela shrieked as pain shot up through her stomach; even though she was wet with her own juices,  Donnie’s impatience, due in no small measure to her fighting him off; exacted a painful penetration of which Angela had never before felt. Donnie pinned Angela to the ground with his paw; his weight was enough to push her face into the dirt.  This wasn’t her idea of a good time; in fact she felt she was decidedly being raped.  She felt Donnie expand, and felt her cunt stretching to accommodate a massive knot almost the size of a tennis ball, “Ohhhh fuck! She grunted and panted in pain, “Now I’m trapped until he’s finished; and that could be awhile.”

Pain and pleasure mixed as they streaked up though her tortured body, exploding into Angela’s brain.  Donnie finished thrusting and stood over her drooling on her neck, panting from the exertion of mating; just as Angela heard her car start up and back out of the drive.  Angela sobbed and cursed her daughter.  Donnie shrank and dropped out of her sore and battered slit sometime after she heard the car drive off down the road.

Angela cried as cum spewed from her pussy and cramps rippled through her lower abdomen. Walking over to his water bucket, Donnie drank heartily. Once finished he turned and upset the food bowl in the process, tipping its contents into the dirt.  Sniffing the dry food with little interest he wandered back to his kennel completely satisfied.  She crawled slowly over to the water with her thirst growing by the minute.  Inspecting the water she saw bits and pieces floating in it.  The sight made her cringe at the idea that she might have to avail herself of the water.

“God that looks disgusting.” She cried.  Angela felt so used and abused.  With dog cum still running down her legs, she inspected her reflection in the water.  Her face was covered in dirt, with her sweat turning it almost to mud.  If Angela had believed in guardian angels; then hers had forsaken her.  “How can I drink out of that?” She thought.  But her dry throat won out in the end and she steeled herself.  Just as she felt she could be pushed no lower, another rung appeared on this ladder to hell.  She found the mittens effectively reduced her to drinking like a dog.  Angela dropped her head into the bucket to quench her thirst while her stomach tried to rebelled, but she managed to keep it down. She knew she didn’t need to eat, knowing she could go days without having to and so refused to even try. 

That’s when her bladder again made its presence felt, she had to quickly get down to the back of the enclosure to relieve herself.  Running on all fours was something else Angela wasn’t used to so she started to pee herself before she got there.  Squatting like a bitch with her knees spread as far as possible, as her pee splash her legs, she looked around feeling humiliation and degradation overtake her once more.

After relieving herself, she decided to see if she could get out of this hell hole.  Getting back to the gate, she raised herself up to the latch, but it was too high to reach; not with her legs bent and with her mittens she found climbing impossible as well.  Pawing at the straps in frustration she realized she was trapped until Amanda decided to release her.  Angela beat on the gate in frustration and for the hundredth time cursed her daughter.  Fatigue was over taking her as she lent against the gate. Crawling over to the kennel, Angela looked inside trying to decide if she wanted to lay down in there or out here. She saw little shade outside and what there was would most likely move in time.  It’d probably get quite hot; besides; she felt a little too exposed. Donnie was already inside laying down; he looked up at her and then put his head back down again.

“He’s smugly satisfied!” Angela thought, remembering some of her conversation with Amanda last night. “You hadn’t better start snoring, you mother fucker.” She said with distain.  The irony was all but lost on her.

.~…~.

Samantha still couldn’t believe what Mandy was saying, “Fucking the dog!” She said in disbelief. 

Amanda nodded, “Yeah well it’s not something I understand either, but I have the tape to prove it.”

“And why are you telling me?  I mean it’s … it’s something I’d try to cover up, Ohhhh wow; this must be so embarrassing for you.  Down on her hands and knees?” she added.  

Amanda nodded again, “That’s how I felt at first but then I got angry, and wanted to beat the crap out of her. Then I remembered the saying, ‘Don’t get angry! Get even!’ So anyway, mother isn’t in any position to pass judgment on us about our relationship. Amanda was nervous about what she was going to say next.

“Sam!” she said; making sure she had her attention.  “I have something I also want to ask you, I have given it a lot of thought, and I really, really hope you feel the same.” 

Samantha looked to Amanda with interest and smiled, “Sure Mandy, for you anything!” As she felt her mood brighten a tad.

Sam was a little perplexed when Mandy got down on one knee, “Sam! I would like to… to Ummmm… ask you if you would…” Amanda’s nerves were drying her mouth out and she found it hard to finish what she wanted to say. Sam knelt down in front of her, misinterpreting Amanda’s nervousness for not feeling well. “Please Sam! Stand up.” Amanda said and so Sam still with a puzzled look on her face did as asked. “I… I want you to marry me!” Mandy blurted out; and before Sam could reply she went into a torrential rhetoric of why she was asking, “I love you Sam, I always have, I always will, you don’t have anywhere to go, and you can’t stay here.  I don’t know if your parents will ever forgive us, and personally I really don’t care.  

“My grandparents left mother and I enough money and investments to see us comfortable for the rest of our lives.  I promise mother wont get in our way; that I guarantee.” Amanda stopped for breath, and then said, “Please say yes, say you will.  I know it won’t be a proper marriage, but we can live as partners and be happy for the rest of our lives.

Sam was stunned and thought to herself, “Has Mandy just said what I think she said… marry me?”  Sam blinked in confusion, “Ummmm … Aaaahhhh … Ohhhh boy! This is aaaahhhhh … this is wooow, this is certainly a surprise…” and then she was speechless again.  After what seemed like an eternity to Amanda and with an ever widening smile Sam took Mandy’s hands in hers, “Amanda! I … I love you with all my heart and soul, and I would be most honored and thrilled to be your life partner … to marry you, what ever that means.” She bent down and gave Mandy a passionate kiss, driving her tongue past Mandy’s lips, as they got up and fell onto the bed in a heated embrace.

.~…~.

Angela woke some several hours later a little stiff and sore, but not all that bad after having a decent amount of sleep. She had had an arousing dream; maybe because of all the current events or what ever, she wasn’t sure.  But the dream was of Donnie and her as his bitch slut and spending their life together.  Consequently it didn’t surprise her that she felt more than somewhat aroused, sleep has a way of sorting things out in the mind. She laid there mulling things over in her head.  As angry as she was with her daughter; there was something she fought hard not to think about.  She couldn’t account for her sexual arousal every time she thought about being fucked by a dog or being treated like one too. She looked around the kennel and wondered, “Would it be that bad to be a bitch?  Fed and looked after; put to any dog that her owner wanted her to service.” Angela had to admit; there were big down sides to the idea, but she got so excited when she was literally being a bitch in heat. 

In the last six months she had had more sex than she could possibly have imagined.  She was partly on her back with Donnie’s front paw resting on her left breast; it almost what felt like a loving gesture. She looked across at him and suddenly felt guilty; sorry she had cursed him.  After all he was only doing what she had taught him to do and following his instincts. Angela stroked his muzzle with her mittened hand, “You really are a good boy!” she cooed. Donnie opened his eyes and licked her face as if to say thank you for the compliment, Angela smiled and kissed his nose.  Donnie licked her face again, and Angela started to feel her pussy start to react to his attention. “Ohhhh No!” she thought, “I’d better get out of here before I do something stupid again.

Angela rolled over and crawled outside.  Donnie sat up but stayed where he was.  Angela walked on all fours over to the water bucket and peered inside.  The floaters were still in there, and she screwed up her nose, “Better get used to this Angela my dear, you are a dog’s bitch slut for now, and this is what you get.” She felt the familiar stirring in her pussy as she dropped her head into the bucket and drank deeply of the warm odious water.  The idea, half formed in mind, of living as a dog for the rest of her life aroused her like no other ideas ever had before.  She wondered what it would be like to be a breeding bitch from now on.

Turning to the dry food lying on the ground she sighed.  Deciding to go all out and picked a piece up in her mouth.  Just like a dog she started to chew it.  It crunched just like a dry biscuit but tasted nothing like she imagined.  And if the truth be known she didn’t find it all that repulsive, certainly not gourmet dinning, but that didn’t stop her from picking another one up and chewing it as well.  “I’m going to get a sore jaw if I have to eat too many of these buggers.” Angela mused as she continued to eat until she wasn’t hungry. After drinking a little more she wandered back to the kennel.

Looking inside she saw Donnie still resting peacefully, she entered and laid back down looking at him.  For a dog he was beautiful, clean lines and clear bright intelligent eyes. She lent forward and kissed his nose, and without thinking she licked it. Donnie brought his head up and nuzzled her face then with his very talented tongue he reciprocated.  Donnie nodded his head up and down and gave a whiney bark. Angela laughed, and buried her face into his neck breathing deep, she had to admit she did like his doggy scent and her pussy confirmed her thoughts as it started to leak fuck juice all over again.

Donnie sniffed and Angela smiled, “There’s no fooling you my darling. Is there? You can smell it when I’m on heat.  Pity men aren’t as sensitive to the odor of a receptive female.”  Angela looked around “Ohhhh what the hell!” she said out loud, “I really don’t think we can do it in here my darling; I’ll see if Amanda will consent to getting this kennel remodeled so it’s a little higher.”  Angela caught herself, “What am I saying?”  The thought, while it disturbed her a little, made her pussy gush, and she started to pant with ever increasing arousal. “Ohhhh brother,” she confirmed, to herself, that being treated like an animal was certainly getting her excited now that the initial shock and humiliation had waned.  Donnie lifted his nose and moved a little to get a better smell of her crotch, Angela giggled. “Getting frisky again darling?”

Looking down at his cock she saw it had protruded from its hairy sheath. She lowered her head and slid her tongue the full length of it. “You perverted lowlife slut!” she reprimanded herself.  But then she followed it with a kiss; opening her mouth to take its full length in, sucking on it as she did.  Donnie kicked his leg with excitement and gave a growling whine; Angela smiled, licked her lips, then his muzzle and said. “Would my doggy lover like to get to his fuck bitch?”  Donnie gave another of his chatty growls and licked his lips.  That broke Angela up laughing and she quickly got to her four legs and scampered outside, wiggling her arse as she did.

Donnie tilted his head and looked perplexed. With a yelp he scrambled to catch up to her. Angela playfully wiggled her arse and spread her legs as far as she could so her fuck box was airing itself and starting to drive Donnie wild.  And immediately he was pouncing at her.  Angela was ready this time and she spun around and sat her cunt on the ground.  “What do you want you horny little mother fucker?” She teased.  Donnie pawed at her and whined.  Angela giggled and slowly got up, but sat quickly when Donnie approached.  Donnie pranced around her, nipping her every now and then.  Angela was surprised that not only did the nipping not turn her off, but it seamed to heighten her arousal. So she pranced around keeping him in front of her.

Finally Donnie barked and nipped her hard on her breast.  Angela yelped and sat back on her hind quarters, trying to back out of reach but Donnie raked his paws down her breasts again. Angela groaned in agony, but stayed where she was. She put her arms up behind her head with a wicked grin on her face, “Go on my lover. Make me submit!” she said as Donnie raked her again, this time nipping beside her right nipple as well. Tears were welling up in her eyes as her body took the playful, yet painful, assault.  Angela had visions of Donnie latching on full force to her breast, biting down hard; maybe even leaving puncher marks from his fang and felt her cunt spasm sending wave after wave of pleasure up through her body as her juices ran down her hind legs.

Angela held out until Donnie grabbed hold of a length of hair and forcefully dragged her face first through the dirt scrapping her breasts along the ground in the process. Angela rolled onto her back, displaying submissively to her lover; she had seen it on a television documentary at one time. Cowering to the leader of the pack, she was showing him that he was boss.   Her pussy was on fire, her nipples rock solid and cunt juice flowed at the thought.  She squirmed around onto her stomach crawling closer to Donnie who came around and put his nose between her arse cheeks and lapped away at all her offerings. 

Angela moaned in ecstasy and reached her head up under him opening her mouth; she sucked his cock trying to get it down her throat.  Donnie stood steady; liking what he was feeling but soon his primal instincts took over and he started pawing and nipping her again.  Angela screeched and scrambled to her fours and presented herself to the dominant dog of their small, two dog pack.  Donnie mounted her and she wiggled her hind quarters to help him enter. Angela groaned as Donnie thrust his cock into her for the second time that day, “Ohhhh yes! Fuck your bitch! Fuck my brains out! Make me your fuck bitch!” She screamed descending further into degradation. Unlike that morning when he had basically raped her; Angela found that although he was just as rough with his penetration, she was almost cumming this time.  She felt Donnie’s knot expand and this time relished the feeling of the excruciating fullness.  Angela had never allowed Donnie to penetrate so deep before.  She had always kept her hand on his cock so he couldn’t knot with her; drawing him into her as she needed.  These last two times she didn’t have a choice, he had taken her full depth, there by elevating her lust to a whole new level.

.~…~.                                                                

Sam hesitated as Amanda open the front door, “Are you sure Mandy? I’m so nervous about this.”

Amanda smiled, “Don’t worry about it, trust me things will be fine. Now let’s get you up stairs and find you something to wear; that robe does nothing for your figure.”

         Sam playfully slapped Amanda on the arm, “Thanks for the fashion advice.”

         Both girls walked into the house arm in arm with Sam looking around wondering where Mandy’s mother was. “Maybe she was in her bedroom not wanting to face her.” She entertained the thought, certainly hoping so. She wasn’t sure if she could look her in the face either, especially not after Mandy’s revelation.

         “So where IS your mother?” she finally asked,

Amanda smiled, “Where she belongs!” she simply stated directing Sam up the stairs and into what was now her bedroom, “Both of you are home where you belong!” She said with satisfaction, although the statement was lost on Sam as she baulked at the bedroom door.

         “This is your mother’s room!” she said nervously.

         “It was, but not anymore, I’ve taken it over.  After all since there are two of us and only one of her, then it stands to reason that we’ll be needing the double bed.” She said, giving Sam a cheeky grin.

         Sam took a deep breath, “Geeee, I still can’t get over all this.” She voiced almost to herself while looking around, “What’s in the bags?” She added.

“That’s all mothers’ stuff.  Her needs are minimal at the moment, so I’m going to move it all down to the cellar.” Amanda said as she went through her clothes to find something for Sam.

“So is your mother in your old bedroom then?” she asked feeling a little exasperated at Mandy’s evasive answers.

         “Ummmm, No! She’s not!” Amanda said as she nodded to the window.

         Sam looked in the direction of Mandy’s nod and back again with a frown enveloping her pretty face, then pointed just to be sure that that was where Mandy had indicated.

         “Yeah, go look out the window,” Amanda nodded with a grin.

         Sam walked slowly to the window gazing out; her eyes opened wide, “Ohhhh My Fucking God! Your mother… she’s… Oh My God … I mean she’s… she’s … Eeeewwww…That’s gross!”  Sam screwed up her face, Mandy had told her of the video she had taken of her mother, but somehow she just didn’t quite seem to believe it.  It was as though Amanda had been making it all up to help her feel better.

         “She’s what?” Amanda enquired, knowing full well what Sam was trying to say, “Let me guess, she’s knotted … again!” Amanda gave a sarcastic smile, “Damn slut can’t keep her twat on the ground for two minutes!” she said with mocked exasperation.

         Sam was astounded.  She had heard all the titillating stories at college about girls who did this sort of thing, but never really believed them.  Here was proof; unequivocal proof, no hearsay, or innuendo, just straight out smack you in the face authentication.  Sam giggled nervously, “I really thought you were scamming me, Ohhhh geeezus! How long has she been doing this?” she said still watching.

         “I don’t honestly know.  She seemed pretty comfortable about it when I was filming her so I imagine she’s been doing it for awhile, and Donnie looked like he knew exactly what to do,” she replied while she was still trying to find something for Sam to wear. “Come to think about!” She brought a finger to her lips, “You know she got him two years ago for protection after dad took off. Two women on their own! That sort of thing.  But about six months ago she got the compound built, and he hasn’t been out much since.”

“Not much good as a guard dog if you ask me.” Sam responded.

         Amanda nodded, “Yeah! He wouldn’t be able to guard too much from in there.  Maybe mother didn’t want him around me so much; considering what he now thinks women are for.”

“Was that out of consideration or jealousy on her part?” Sam ventured with a sly grin, still looking at the action in the backyard with morbid fascination.   

         “Ohhhh, my god! I didn’t look at it that way. Perhaps you’re right.” Mandy giggled

         After regaining her composure Amanda prompted. “What will it be, Jeans or skirt?”

         The question threw Sam for a bit. “Ohhhh … Ahhhhh …” she stuttered.  Sam knew she couldn’t handle tight jeans right now, “Skirt please! I’m still a little sore, and if you have a baggy T-shirt, that’d be nice.”

         “Knickers!” Amanda continued.

         Samantha blushed; girls lend each other just about anything; hand bags and other accessories and makeup, even dresses and shoes but underwear was a little too intimate an item to be lending, it also had an aura of the wickedly naughty.

         Amanda detected Sammy’s hesitation, “Well? It’s not as though we don’t know each other, for goodness sake; I’ve spent many a delicious moment playing between your thighs.” Samantha’s blush deepened and Amanda added. “We’re the same size apart from me being a little taller than you.  Just think about it! Shopping will be easy; we can have one wardrobe and share everything. Now how many couples can boost that one?” Amanda grinned.

         Samantha laughed while still blushing, “Too true! In that case; yes! I’ll take the panties, nothing tight or G-strings.”

         “Ok strip then!” Amanda ordered, as she rummaged through her panty draw, “Wallah!” she said, producing a nice lavender pair of French cut knickers.  Amanda turned and froze.  Sam saw the horror on Mandy’s face and immediately covered her body, tears starting to form again.

Amanda had every reason to be horrified.  Samantha’s body was crisscrossed with welts and bluish black stripes, her bottom had sores and scabs from where the outer layer of skin had literally been be flayed from her.  Amanda couldn’t understand how any parent could abuse their child in such away no matter how wayward that child might appear to be.

         “I know it’s awful; it’s one reason I didn’t want to see you.  I knew you’d be disgusted with my body.” She sobbed.  Sam had kept herself completely covered at the women’s hostel.

         Amanda saw the pain in Samantha’s face, “Ohhhh No! Honey, it’s not that. You’re gorgeous, never think otherwise.  No! I’m horrified that your father could be so cruel.”

         Samantha shook her head, “Most of this was done by mum. Dad gave me twenty hard swats with his belt and that was that.  Mum on the other hand tore into me with the ironing cord and granddads cane.  She went absolutely nuts.  But I have to admit dad didn’t try stopping her either and neither did my brother or sisters.  They all just stood there verbally abusing me as mum worked me over.  I honestly don’t remember too much after the first half hour or so.”

         Amanda went to hug her, but now wasn’t sure where to put her hands so as not to cause anymore pain. “Does it still hurt?” She said, lightly tracing a finger across one of the welts.

         Samantha nodded, “I still have a little trouble sitting down but it’s getting better.  What hurts most are the welts across my breasts, they’re sore deep down in the tissue; mum used the cane on them.  And my left nipple is so tender I can hardly wear a bra, and even loose garments irritate it but they’re better than anything tight.”

         Amanda gave Sam a gentle hug and kissed her cheek, “I think I’ll go down stairs and let you get dressed, come down when you’re ready. I’ll be out back checking on mother.”  She didn’t know what to say, so decided to give Sam a little space to recover. She also now wanted to take her anger out on the one person she held totally responsible for Sam’s appearance.

To be continued.

Donnie\'s Bitch

Chapter 3

 Revelations

Angela looked up to see her daughter step out onto the back patio.  

“I see you’ve changed your mind since this morning mother.  Donnie must be awfully persuasive.” 

Angela groaned from the humiliation of being caught yet again.  She hung her head, even as another mini orgasm raged though her body, visibly shaking her. An agonizing groan was all she could utter.  Her self esteem was certainly taking a beating; never in her whole life had she felt so totally lost, and unable to control even the smallest facet of her miserable existence.

“So was it rape or did you go willingly this time?” Amanda goaded.

Angela looked up to her daughter, her face clearly showing the pain and embarrassment she felt.  She really didn’t think this was the time for a conversation and wished Amanda would just leave until Donnie had finished with her.  

“I’m though lying to you Amanda,” she managed to pant as her next orgasm nibbled at her G spot and radiated out through her ever gushing cunt, “Ummmm…Ohhhh god; I…I apologize for what I said to you this morning,” Angela screwed up her face and panted, “I don’t hate you!  I was in a state of…”  Angela stopped as a massive wave coursed up through her body, tightening her nipples and constricting her cunt muscles even further. “Ohhhh God! Donnie, just finish me off, please.”  Whether Donnie sensed what Angela was saying or not was probably something that animal behaviorists might think worthy of investigation.  Not that Angela noticed nor cared, as he gave a harder tug on his cock and dragged it from her cunt still dripping cum.  Angela was waiting for this moment and it timed perfectly with her mounting orgasm.  As Donnie’s knot scrapped itself across her G spot and out of her gaping wet cunt, Angela let out a guttural scream and collapsed exhausted to the ground in fits of an over whelming orgasm the likes she had never before experienced.

Amanda screwed her face up in disgust and cursed her mother, “I have just seen the end result of your handy work on Sammy, and if you thought I was pissed at you before then you’re looking at a whole new world of hurt.  Look at you! Cum slopping out of your gapping cunt, and dog slobber running down your dirty filthy neck.”  Amanda spat on her through the gate, hitting her on the cheek and running down to the side of her mouth.  Angela was still trying to recover from her orgasm and the effects of pain, pleasure and humiliation clouded her thought processes.  She knew she should be incensed at Amanda for spitting on her but all it did was deepen the degradation she felt and prolong her orgasmic aftermath; she tried to wipe it off with the back of her arm, only succeeding in smear it all over the side of her face and down her neck..

“You’re a low life dog sucking fuck bitch.  A two bit gutter whore has more morals and self esteem than you.  I wonder what your high society friends would say right now if they could see what sort of a degenerate slut you really are.”  Her daughter’s opprobrious comments only lengthened Angela’s self loathing even more as she soaked up the insults, slamming herself further down into a reeking pit of despair. Wallowing in her own degradation, she looked up to see not only her daughter glaring at her in total condemnation, but that of Samantha as well.

“To all that’s merciful!” she murmured to no one in particular,  “Let the earth open up and swallow Me.” bringing her mittens to her face trying to cover her humiliation.

“No such luck, mother!” Amanda retorted.  Donnie hovered off to one side and if he had any sentient thought; he was probably totally bewildered with these odd mammals; most of the time, they where nice to be around.  You can get a pat and scratch, and fed on a regular basis, and not bad for the odd occasional fuck as well. Looking from the person outside the cage to his fuck bitch; he could sense the animosity in the air.  Even to a dumb dog it was obviously not a place to be hanging around and his stupid fuck bitch didn’t seem to want to move so he slunk off into his kennel by himself.

Through all this Sam stood transfixed almost unable to move or look away.  She was a bundle of mixed emotions. Angry to start with for what this woman had done to her life but not really wanting to see anyone else to go through what she had. Certainly mildly aroused, which didn’t really bother her that much, but certainly did make her wonder.  But most of all something that niggled at her very soul; she felt sympathy, or… “Empathy?” she wondered to herself.  The thought flashed through her head, “But why?” She wasn’t sure, maybe the fact that she had been in the same boat when her parents had dragged her into the church to be humiliated in front of the parishioners.  Sam touched Amanda’s arm and nodded to the back door, Amanda followed her out of ear shot of her mother.

“Leave her be Mandy, Please.” She whispered with a little tear forming in the corner of her eye.

Amanda stared at her blankly, “Why? She deserves everything she gets, she’s a hypocritical bitch. I hate her for everything she has done to you.”

Sam shook her head, “No Mandy! She WAS a hypocrite, she’s not now.  I don’t know what it is.  I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Are you saying you forgive her?” Mandy said in astonishment.

“Forgive her?” There was a slight pause as Sam mulled over the thought and chewed her lip. “Yes Mandy I believe I will.  Forget what she did! No, definitely not!  And I have no intention of letting your mother forget either, but for now I need to have a little one on one talk with her.” She said.  Samantha could see the frustration on Mandy’s face and she took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.  “I know you don’t understand, and at the moment neither do I.  I just know that my psychology training is screaming at me to find answers.”

Amanda went back to her mother who was still crying.  “I’m sorry darling, I know I must totally disgust you and for that I’ll do my best to make it up to you and Samantha.  I’ve had plenty of time to think, and I know Sam hates me, and she has every right”

“Sam doesn’t hate you!  But why in gods name I have no idea” she said, “but your right when you say she has every right to.  She’s angry, yes! But she has asked me to back off.  Don’t you dare think this is any relaxation on my part; I’m still going to make you pay for your treachery.   I don’t know why Sam is being so forgiving, but for her sake, I will leave you alone for now.”

She looked to where Sam stood out of the sight of her mother, turning back she said, “Samantha and I are going inside to get ourselves a drink.”  Reaching for the gate; she lifted the latch and open it.  Taking Sam’s hand she they went back into the house closing the sliding glass door behind them.

Angela shook her head, not sure if that meant she was allowed out or not.  Donnie heard the latch click, knowing the gate was now open, he scrambled out of the kennel and raced past Angela to get to the back door.  Mandy looked to Sam, “I don’t understand, why are you letting up on her?”

Sam looked absorbed, and then turned to Amanda, “Haven’t you ever wondered why we are the way we are?” Amanda slumped on to a stool beside the breakfast bar wondering where this was leading.  Sam gave her a weak smile, “I know you’re angry at your mother, but what were the set of circumstances that led her to make that phone call in the first place?”

“I don’t care why she did it; I just want to punish the bitch and bring this whole sordid mess to an end” Amanda grumbled.

Samantha wrapped her arms around Mandy, “Don’t you see?  If we don’t find out why; then there will be no end.  You will go on hating her, punishing her for how she makes you feel every time you see her.  And it’s not because of what she did.  Your mother is a strong woman, most would have gone catatonic by now, although I think she maybe on the verge as we speak.” 

“I don’t care!” Mandy stated flatly. 

“I don’t believe that for a minute, and neither do you!”  Sam snapped back.  Amanda stared at her, taken back by Sam’s reaction, but Sam soldiered on.  “If you keep this pressure up, then she’s going to snap and you’re going to have a vegetable on your hands.  Do you want to take care of a catatonic lump of flesh, curled up in some corner, laying in her own piss and shit, because she can’t muster enough grey cells to look after herself?”  Sam tightened her hug of Mandy, “I know you don’t; you’re just angry at the moment and with knowledge that’ll pass so then we can all get on with living.  Anger only consumes you until you’re no more than an automaton, living your life void of love and understanding.” Sam waited awhile to see if Mandy had anything she wanted to say, “What do you say, we go and see?” 

Amanda shrugged and paused for a long while just staring at the bench top.  Conflicting emotion running torrents through her mind; on one hand she wanted to grind her mother into the ground and the on the other hand wanting to please her lover. “OK, at least I’ll try for your sake, although it goes against every fiber of my being.” 

Sam stopped Mandy, realizing it may be better not to have Amanda there for her little discussion, “Ohhhh! It might be a good idea if you take Donnie for a walk… Please… leave your mother to me.  I really don’t think I’m in any danger of being over powered.  Do You?”

The look on Amanda face didn’t give Sam that much hope of her agreeing so when she said with resignation, “OK!”  Sammy heaved a pleasant sigh of relief. “You seem to be the one with all the answers; or should I say, questions.”  Amanda added.

Both girls walked out onto the patio.  Donnie pranced around them both, while Angela sat on her haunches out on the grass nervously looking at the gaps in the fence with fearful eyes, searching for any sign of someone looking in and seeing her like she was.  The girls took up positions on the only two deck chairs on the patio.  Donnie came over to Amanda and sat next to her in the shade for a pat.  Angela stayed where she was in the hot afternoon sun with the sweat running down her dirt and cum streaked body unsure as to what was expected.  Sam snapped her fingers and pointed to the foot of her chair but Angela stayed where she was and looked to her daughter.  “Move your fucking arse bitch! Or I’ll take to you with a rolled up newspaper.”

Amanda snapped, “If you’re going to be a fuck bitch, you can at least be an obedient one.”  Angela jolted up to stand on all fours.  The threat of actually being hit with a rolled up newspaper provoked more humiliation than fear in her ever moistened eyes.  Crawling to where Sam had pointed, and cowering as she got to the foot of her chair while she realized that she had almost peed herself when Amanda had snapped at her. 

To expedite proceedings Sam said to Amanda, “I think Donnie would like to be taken for that walk, would you like to do the honors?”  Amanda reluctantly agreed, still not sure if it was a good idea to leave her lover alone in her mother’s presence. While Amanda was inside getting Donnie’s leash, Sam took the time to start her quiet word with Angela who was still cowering at her feet. 

“Ok!  To start with, you keep quiet until I have finished speaking, then I’ll let you have your say.”  Angela was a little bewildered and had no intention of saying anything because her belief was totally shot to shit that anything she had to say actually mattered and that her standing in the family hierarchy was less than that of Donnie, so she just nodded and hoped for some small mercies. 

Sam sat up, wincing a little.  “I don’t know exactly what you think of me, Mrs. Thompson and right now I’m not sure I care…”  Angela was almost shocked.  And certainly a little stunned that Sam had used her title and not some degrading abusive term, which is all that she had been subjected to over the past twenty-four hours. “… but I am in love with Amanda and she with me and… and we intend to keep loving each other despite what you or my family think.”  This revelation didn’t take Angela too much by surprise at all. “So, you see we have to work out our differences, I have no intention of dealing with a nasty mother-in-law!  I have a mother of my own that fills that position.

“I am willing to forgive your trespasses and, I expect, in time so will Mandy, although she’s fighting it to the max at the moment.  Don’t for one minute think I’m doing this for you because it’s Amanda I’m worried about.  That’s the problem you see! Amanda needs closure as I’m sure you will agree we all do.  I have known you for as long as I have Mandy, although not so intimately; you have baby sat me, given me cookies and milk on many occasions that I have been here of an afternoon, not to mention the Sunday roasts you do so well. You have taken both of us to softball and soccer practice, in fact I felt much more like a daughter to you than my own mother.” Angela cringed at this statement, she could see disappointment in Samantha’s face, and it cut her to the core.

“You were always kind and considerate to me up until about two years ago and you seemed to pull away from both of us, Amanda and I, which I put it down to your divorce, whether it was the sole reason for the change, or only part of it, I have no idea at the moment.”  Angela knew that Samantha was taking psychology at college, and for the first time was now taking a slight interest in what she was saying.  She was right about everything so far but wasn’t sure if she wanted to be a subject of her scholastic curiosity, the demons she had been battling were way to strong to let go and have them surface but also knew that it couldn’t go on the way things were.

Amanda came out with the leash and Sam’s forgotten drink, handing it to her as she put the leash on Donnie, who was excitedly leaping round.  But before she went, she painfully grabbed a handful of Angela’s matted sweat soaked mane of hair and sneered, “You so much and flinch against Sammy while I’m gone and I’ll take you apart, piece by agonizing peace.  That slop box of yours will be a lump of mince meat by the time I let up on you!”  

“Amanda Please!” Sammy pleaded.  Amanda shrugged to Sam, released her mother with an agonizing flick of her wrist and took Donnie out the back gate into the parkland for his walk.  Angela winced in fear and pain then tried without success to rub the pain from her head, while keeping her eyes down.

Amanda closed the gate and released Donnie, who took off after some butterflies hovering around some low shrubs.  As Amanda walked keeping Donnie in sight her mind rolled back over everything that had happened over the last week and a bit, she flexed her fists, trying to relieve the stress and frustration, raising her head, “AAaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” she screamed to the heavens.  Never before in her life had she been so angry, never before had she felt so helpless.  Sam was right!  She was consumed with disgust and anger for her mother, what made it worse was her own failure to block her from hurting the one person she’d give her life for

Sam waited quietly until Amanda had disappeared out of sight. “This is how I see it,” Sam shifted her position, the bruises on her bottom giving her some discomfort, “You have in some way or another, found something in Donnie that scratches your itch, ‘pardon the pun’ but because it isn’t a main stream activity you’re embarrassed by it.”  Angela felt her face heat up with humiliation once again.  “And if my guess is right that very embarrassment is fueling your desires.  You’re getting wet right now just thinking about what might be coming next.  I believe this is the only thing that is saving your sanity at the moment. But if it keeps up, especially if you can’t come to terms with what it is at the core that makes you so determined to destroy yourself, then I don’t know what will happen, but I have ominous feeling about it.

“You know; I don’t believe for one minute that you were that upset by our relationship at all if you just think about it.  You were, for lack of a better word, in a relationship with Donnie long before you found out about ours and yours is something far more bizarre then the love Amanda and I share, don’t you agree?”  Sam urged, “And you saying that you were disgusted by ours just seems a little absurd to me.” 

Angela had issues that she had suppressed for so long that she had almost successfully buried them and didn’t really want to revisit them right now.  Samantha waited to see if she was going to add to the conversation when she then remembered she had effectively gagged her with her earlier statement.   “You can jump in here if you like.” Sammy said, trying to get Angela to open up.

Angela kept her eyes lowered; she didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t exacerbate her situation and rubbed her mittens on her thighs.  She looked everywhere but at Samantha.

“Were you really that revolted by our relationship?  Sam continued.  Angela got more agitated and started to sob.

Angela started crying, “I didn’t know that your parents would…” she sobbed while trying to collect her thoughts.  Things had all come crashing down and thinking with any clarity was right now was difficult, “…would…ohhhh dear…would take it so far, I just thought they would make you stop seeing my daughter.” She said as she wiped at her tears.

Sam stood up, “Do you want to see just how far my parents actually went?” she asked.

Angela froze, she didn’t want to reject her and make her angry, especially after the threat her daughter had flung at her, but on the other hand she really didn’t want to be confronted with her sins either.  She shrugged and stuttered, keeping her eyes on Sam’s feet. 

“No P… Please.” She sobbed.  Sam didn’t bother waiting for her to agree and started to strip off her cloths.  Angela saw her T-shirt hit the patio, and brought her mittens to her eyes.  Without looking up she pleaded, “Please Samantha, don’t do this!”

Sam dropped her skirt and panties, standing there naked as the day she was born.  “Look at me!” she challenged.  She took Angela’s chin in her hand, lifting her head.  Angela kept her eyes closed as her head rose at Samantha’s insistence. “I said LOOK!” Sam snapped. 

Angela opened her eyes, and immediately reared back in horror.  “No! No! Ohhhh my god, No!”  She babbled.  Angela wanted to look away; but her eyes refused to obey her.  The welts and bruises were hideous, angry and ugly, “I’m so sorry, that’s … that’s barbaric! I don’t know why your showing me your torment, punish me if you have to but please; I already know I’m totally at fault, I acknowledge that.  Please forgive me, this wasn’t my intention; you have to believe that” she sobbed, trying to hide her face. 

“I’m showing you Mrs. Thompson for no other reason than to make you realize how resolute I am in continuing my relationship with your daughter.”  Samantha smiled, “Look at me Mrs. Thompson!”  Angela shook her head; she couldn’t look at what she had done.  “Mrs. Thompson!  I don’t hold you totally responsible.” Angela blinked, with confusion etched right across her face. “As in all things, there is always more than one reason for any outcome.  I’m just as guilty, as are my parents and your daughter.”

Angela caught her breath, hardly believing what she had just heard.  “What?” she asked as she wiped at her tears with the back of her arm and looked to Samantha with confusion still etched on her face. 

Sam was still smiling, “I thought that’d bring you around.  You might have been guilty for ringing my parents and revealing our secret for whatever reason you had to do such a thing.  A reason I’m still trying to uncover.  But I was guilty for deceiving them as to my sexual preference.  I could have negated your interference by slowly getting them accustomed to it.  Amanda sees her guilt for not doing something to stop you calling them in the first place.  And we all know my parents, especially my mother, are guilty of extreme intolerance.

“So you see, we are all guilty, in one form or another and pay our own separate dues.  My price is the loss of my family and this week of misery, but I’ll get over it.  Amanda sees her punishment in you!”

Angela took a deep breath, “I don’t understand?” 

Samantha started to re-dress “She sees you as her punishment! A mother so degenerate, that she fucks dogs. When she told me this morning, her eyes were filled with hurt and disgust, but still she told me.  Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?  Knowing… letting someone else know, that your own mother gets on her knees…” Sam left it unsaid, ‘well I think we both know the details, it tears her up inside but again, she’ll get over it.” Sam sat down after pulling her skirt back on to her hips.

Angela was nonplus.  Everything Samantha had to say was plausible; her studies in psychology obviously put in the top of the class.

“So am I punishing myself by having this … relationship with Donnie?” Angela finally commented.

Sam burst out laughing, “I like your choice of words Mrs. Thompson.  But No!  That’s just degenerate lust!  Your cunt gets hot over canine cock; you were fucking the dog long before you made the phone call.”  Angela’s face reddened and her shoulders dropped at the statement; thrown back into the pit of despair, for a minute she thought that maybe she was doing it out of guilt, and that would have given her a little hope of ending the humiliation. 

“So what punishment would be deemed appropriate to your satisfaction?” Angela whispered chocking back the fear.

Sam thought for a minute.  “I really don’t need to have you punished!  It will accomplish nothing for me and I have enough of my own demons to contend with, without adding you to the list.”  Angela looked up with relief on her face. “But I still do believe you need to be punished.”  Sam added taking in the barely audible gasp from Angela.  “Not for my sake, but that of Amanda’s and yours too; because neither of you seem able to get past this until payment is rendered in full.” 

Angela could see the sense in what was said and it frightened her.  She also knew that until she paid her dues, she could not forgive herself and neither would Amanda.

Amanda sat bawling her eyes out under an old gum, punching the ground in frustration.  She was watching the object of her mother affections racing around the park, the dog chasing stupid insects, totally oblivious to the entire trauma going on around him that was part of the human world he didn’t relate to.  She had been so happy until he had arrived, she knew it wasn’t his fault, but still felt the stabs of jealousy course through her anyway.  “Why had her mother chosen this mangy flea bag over her own daughter?”  “What had she done to deserve this?”  She had always been the dutiful daughter, hardly an angel, but certainly never got into any real trouble.  Helping around the house whenever she could was something naturally inherent to her. 

Her father had taken off without as much as a by-your-leave.  Not that it had disturbed her too much.  She never really got along with him, something about his nature made her keep him at arms length.  He hadn’t done anything to make her fear him.  She now wondered if it was her lesbian tendencies that made her feel the way she did, she just never felt close to the man, not like she did with her mother and now the bitch had taken that small comfort away from her.  Drying her eyes so her mother didn’t see her vulnerability; Amanda got to her feet.  All this thinking was getting her more upset and taking her no where. Calling Donnie over, she decided that Samantha had, had enough time to find her answers.

Sam was re-adjusting her T-shirt as Mandy opened the back gate and let Donnie off his leash.  Angela’s heart sank, knowing the abuse was about to start all over again; keeping her head down, she tried to be as invisible as possible.  To her relief, Amanda strode right past, ignoring her completely and gave Sam a kiss. 

“Enjoy your walk?  Sam asked in a light hearted manner. 

Amanda huffed and shrugged in response, “I’m going in for a shower and freshen up.  Would you like me to put the dogs back into the compound?” 

Sam shook her head, “No!  I’ll do it after I have refilled their water and food bowls.” Sam winked at Mandy, acknowledging the comment about having two dogs.  Amanda gave her a sullen smile and after kissing her, again, walked off into the house.

Angela didn’t miss the play on words between the two girls either and far from making her angry it had the exact opposite effect, stifling a groan as she felt her pussy start to tingle.  She tried to remember back to any one thing that got her juices flowing so quickly and couldn’t find any until now, being treated like a lowlife dog was certainly an aphrodisiac.  The thought also make her sick.  Was she more degenerate than her fucked up ex-husband.  Angela jumped as Sam spoke again, pulling her from her reverie, “So! Where were we?” 

Angela wanted to stay quiet, but the tone in Samantha’s voice insinuated a response, “Ummmm… you… you were about to …” Angela was about to say “Hand down judgment and pass sentence,” but thought better of it and in the end said, “…tell me what my punishment will be.”

Sam smiled, “Yes that was it.  But I was wondering if Mandy shouldn’t be in on this discussion?”  Angela froze, and Sam knew exactly why she had a terrified look on her face.  “Relax blondie; I was only kidding.” She laughed.  The terror on Angela’s face immediately turned to dismay, and Sam noticed it straight away.  “What’s the matter? You want Amanda in on your punishment or you don’t like the name?”  Angela bit her lip to quell the disappointment at the rebuff. 

With a little hesitation Angela explained, “My sister use to call me that and I hated it, because it, it was in reference to an old cartoon strip in a newspaper.  The character was a dumb blonde and she said I looked just like her.”  Angela scowled as she remembered the taunts from years past.

Sam chuckled adding to Angela’s annoyance, “Dumb blonde!  Well the way I see it, it suits you to a tee.  I mean how many grey cells do you have to lose to get yourself into the situation you’re now facing?”  Angela groaned in frustration, every time she thought she was on the upward climb out of her pit; she was slammed back down into the quagmire.  “Well?” quipped Sam. 

Angela found defeat becoming a familiar companion and her shoulders slumped, “You’re right Samantha, I have been monumentally stupid and dumb, and now I see I will be paying for that stupidity for the rest of my life.”

Sam nodded, “And another thing!” Samantha added, “From now on you will be addressing Mandy and I with a little more respect.  From now on we will be addressed as Miss Amanda, and Miss Samantha, or Ma’am.  Is that clear?” 

“The last die had now been cast!” Angela mused to herself, looking up crestfallen at Sam, she nodded, “Yes Ma’am, as you wish.”

Sam rose from her chair and disappeared into the kitchen for a short while, returning with a bag of dog food.  “I think its time I settled you dogs in for the evening; Donny’s been hanging around the food bowl since Amanda went inside.” Sam commented as she poured a generous helping of dry food into their bowl and refilled the water bucket.  And as for you; you’re going to need all the strength you can muster.  You have a great deal of reparation to deal with tomorrow.  Now get inside the compound and behave yourself.”  Angela dropped her head, raised herself to all fours and crept back into the compound.  Sam mused, “If she only had a tail it would have been tucked neatly between her legs.”

Donnie was already eating and as usual making a great deal of mess as Sam re-latched the gate lock and went back inside the house.  Angela waited until Donnie had, had his fill, idly scratching her side as she watched him eat.  Angela noticed that her skin was red and blotchy from the irritation of sweat, grime and dog cum that was covering her body, she would have given anything to relax in a nice hot scented bath.  “That part of your life now seems to be over, the chance to pamper yourself as a normal female is gone along with your dignity . You had better get use to being treated like a dog.” Angela said to herself.  The image of herself from now on being a dog, living as a dog flashed through Angela’s mind.  It was both distasteful and somehow how intensely fulfilling all at the same time.  She wondered to herself if all along, maybe all her life, somewhere deep inside, she wanted to be a dog?   That night Angela had little sleep, along with the irritation from not having bathed and the ache in her knees from being continually bent she thought the morning would never come.

Angela smiled as she watched the orange disc rise slowly in the eastern sky; starting with the slow lightening of the night sky, then turning from black to deep purple then on to dark blue and finally to see the marvel of the universe raise its bulk into the sky.  She was never one for morning, preferring the night life and late sleep-ins so this was a totally new experience for her.  This small moment of beauty allowed her to forget the trials of yesterday, it also gave her time to reflect on her life values since she had done some serious soul searching through out the night.  She watched as this wonderful ball of luminescence slowly levitated into the sky above, this cauldron of power and giver of life. It was doing what it was born to do, with no thought of gratitude and it would continue to shower the earth with its life giving light and energy, until it died, even then it would go without so much as a whimper, no remorse, no fanfare.

Angela swung her gaze to Donnie.  His head lying on his front paws, dozing now and then, he was following his destiny, as well, with the same single mindedness.  It all became clear to Angela in a heart beat, “Could she be no different?  Would she follow her path where ever that may lead?”  Angela smiled.  For the first time in her life she felt truly contented, even with the binding and pain in her knees that was still there it no longer tormented her, she barely registered the irritation of her soiled body, she laid her head on her front paws and dozed, awaiting the promise of her new life.  The sun was high in the sky by the time anyone stirred inside the house, but it mattered not, time now was no more than an abstract concept to her. 

Samantha saw Angela sitting near the fence and walked over sipping her coffee. “Morning!”  Sam murmured from behind her cup. 

“Good Morning Miss Samantha!”  She smiled, “I hope you slept well last night.” Angela felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Sam and Amanda sleeping side by side in her queen size bed where they had been comforting each other but suppressed it immediately. 

Sam frowned; “You sound cheerful this morning; especially for one in your predicament.”  

Angela lowered her eyes, “I have you to thank for that Ma’am,” Angela suddenly looked fearful, “I mean for my mood, not for my predicament.”  Sam smiled.  “You gave me a lot to think about last night, and in no small way put me on to the right track, and you are certainly all that Amanda said you were and more.  She is certainly fortune to have someone of your character in her life.  As a mother I could ask for no more.” 

Sam’s face showed the confusion she felt.  “To someone who didn’t know you well, that could almost sound like sarcasm Mrs. Thompson.”  

Angela smiled again, “No sarcasm Miss Samantha, only truth; and before you say it.  I’m not asking for a reprieve either, I deserve punishment for the reprehensible act I committed upon you and Miss Amanda.  I can only say sorry so many times before the words become meaningless; so I willingly hand myself over to you, and except any and all that you and my daughter deem appropriate no matter how severe.”  After a short pause she continued, “I feel it’ll only be a small retribution for the harm I caused.”   

Sam knelt down to peer into Angela’s eyes, “I really believe you’re sincere about that Mrs. Thompson.” 

Sam reached through the dog fence.  She took Angela behind the neck and drew her face closer.  Angela hesitated, fearing what might come.  “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you.”  Sam cooed. Angela stopped resisting and let herself be drawn to the wire.   As Angela’s face neared the fence, Sam lent forward and kissed her forehead.  “I knew there was a reason why I love Amanda so much!” Sam paused as she took in Angela’s grime streaked face. “She beautiful, she’s intelligent, and she’s amazingly loving!  You have done very well in bringing your daughter up.” Angela could feel the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.”  “And you know something else Mrs. Thompson?” Sam cupped her hand under Angela’s chin.  “She takes after her mother in so many wonderful ways.  Angela wept openly, not for fear or frustration. All that was in the past, she wept for relief and joy; for the first time in over two years she felt that everything was going to be ok; she could see some light at the end of what had been a very long dark tunnel.

Sam let Angela cry seeing the relief in her face.  Angela sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her mitten; then nervously giggled.  Sam frowned and asked, “What’s so funny now Mrs. Thompson?” 

Angela looked up at Samantha still chuckling, “Let’s hope that Amanda doesn’t take after me in all things.” She emphasized it with a sweep of her mittened paw. 

Samantha burst out laughing at the implication.  “Yes! I think you maybe right there, since one dog fucker in the family is probably quite enough.”  They both giggled and laughed, enjoying the moment. 

Angela suddenly straightened up and said, “Please!  Call me blondie because that is who I am now.  Mrs. Thompson is gone, maybe never to return and she reminds me of someone I never liked. I’m happy with how things are now and I know you’re use of my title is to show me you’re love and respect. But it’s not needed; I know in my heart that I’ve regained it, and I also know with time, and with a little of your help, I’ll regain Amanda’s as well.

Amanda turned away from the window.  She had seen and heard just about all of the conversation between Sam and her mother. Her shoulders and back hurt with the tension she felt, the frustration of conflicting emotions.  On one hand she was happy that her mother had accepted Sam into the family, but angry that Sam was obviously letting her off lightly.  But most of all she was incredibly sad that it was Sam kneeling beside the fence and not her.  Unknown to the other two outside she threw herself onto the bed and wept openly.

Sam finally contained her laughter long enough to apologize to Angela.  “I’m sorry! And please don’t take this the wrong way…But... You really are on the nose.” 

Angela smiled, “Yes I know, although I myself can’t really smell it that much, I must really stink.  I think it’s because the brain has away to block out something that’s constantly around.  It’s a bit like when you wear perfume, you really don’t smell your own, only those that briefly come in contact with your sense of smell.” 

Sam giggled, “Well I can do without your particular brand perfume at the moment.  Come on, let’s get you out and cleaned up.”

Angela frowned, “Why do I have to be cleaned up?”

Sam smiled, “Well for starters you’re starting to make me feel nauseous, and secondly, there is no way your coming into the house in the state you’re in.”

Angela still had her confused look on her face.  “Why do I have to come inside? Inside isn’t where I belong anymore; inside is for people not dogs.  Why can’t I receive my punishment out here?”

Sam smiled, “Well, well, we are getting into this new life aren’t we?” 

Angela had a sheepish grin on her face.  “You have no idea how it makes me feel when I’m being humiliated and degraded, my pussy gushes. I feel so sexy and turned on I can hardly stand it.  It’s something I came to terms with last night”

“Well that’s all nice and gooey but if we punish you out here and one of your neighbors gets nosey, well, then we might all end up in a cage and I myself have no real fetish for being locked up, and certainly not by the police.” She chuckled.  “We’re taking a gamble by just having you out here like this.”

Angela nodded in agreement.  “In that case I suppose I’ll have to go along with your wishes. I dare say it won’t take me long to get all dirty and disgustingly filthy again.” She laughed. 

Sam was laughing too as she unlatched the gate, “You are so gross blondie!  So horribly gross”

Angela rose to head out of the compound only to be driven into the gate post grazing her left breast as she went down sprawling in the dirt with a dog paw planted firmly on her right shoulder blade.  Donnie had suddenly seen Sam open the gate and decided he wanted out to run around the back yard.  Sam backed out of the way just in time.  Angela got back to her four legs and shook herself. Sam was shocked, “You have a very considerate lover blondie; such manners.” Looking back at Donnie doing circuits of the back yard Sam continued.  “Obviously in the canine world there’s no such thing as ladies first.” 

“In the canine world there is no such thing as a lady; we’re all bitches, useful for one thing and one thing only …god love him.  I keep forgetting that I don’t come first in this family anymore” Angela sighed.

“Well you made your bed!” Was Sam’s rejoinder

“And I intend to lay quite comfortably in it as well.” Angela smirked as she made her way out into the back yard.

“Ok! Let’s get these restraints off your legs first.”  Sam mumbled and she proceeded to remove the leather straps.  Angela winced as she tightened the strap to her right leg to undo the buckle.  It was a painful process to restore circulation the Angela’s lower legs. 

Just then Amanda appeared at the kitchen door.  “What are you doing Sam, leave them on, she’ll get away!” 

Sam glared at Amanda, “Your mother can’t walk two steps without falling down, Amanda, her legs are cramping and painful, she’s couldn’t go anywhere even if she wanted too.”   “If you’re not going to come out here and help, then shut up, and go back inside.” Sam snapped. 

Amanda screamed in frustration, “This isn’t how I planned it,” she said stomping her foot to emphasize her point.

Sam spun around, “I don’t care how you planned it, Mandy, we have to get these straps off, because if we don’t get some circulation back into your mothers legs she could very well get Deep Veined Thrombosis and you know what that means.  It means blood clots to the brain and she could die.”  Sam scowled. 

Angela put her hand on Sam and shook her head, “Please don’t fight, I’m not worth it.”

Sam turned her angry face to Angela “And I’ll hear no more from you either!” 

Amanda turned around and walked off inside. 

Sam felt angry that Amanda could so callously endanger her mother’s life.  She worked hard to restore Angela’s blood flow to her aching lower legs, and after about an hour of anguish on Angela’s part, she managed to succeed.  Then came the bath with laundry soap.

Angela looked at the bar of soap and sighed.  Sam smirked, “Well what do you wash Donnie with?”

Angela shrugged her shoulders, “Dogs shampoo! But there’s none left and I haven’t had time to buy more.”

Sam chuckled, “Then it’s your fault I have to use this bar of laundry soap since we all know that dogs aren’t worth the money it costs to use scented bath soap.  Now are they?” Angela shivered, since she knew deep inside Samantha had said it for her sexual pleasure.  They had, on more than one occasion, noticed a distinct absence of Donnie, he was no where to be seen, much to the amusement of the women.  Angela stayed on all fours and allowed Sam to scrub the dirt and filth from her body.  She relished every moment of it, even thought the water was cold and Sam’s ministrations weren’t all that soft and tender but especially on her tits and pussy.  But it was when Sam shoved the garden hose into the pussy that she uttered an objection to her diligence. 

“Do you have to do that?”  She asked as she felt the water start to gush out of her.

“Just making sure you’re completely spotless.”  Sam chuckled, then added, “Wait till I get to the next hole down here.  Angela groaned but stayed still as she felt the hose press against her arsehole, “No wonder Donnie’s hiding.” she retorted.

Sam laughed as she saw the anguish grow on blonde’s face.  Angela’s face screwed up in discomfort as her bowels filled with cold water.  Angela remembered the time she had been given an enema by her mother, but that was warm water.  Sam waited until blonde scream out for her stop before she took it out.  Before Sam could say anything Angela took off as fast as all fours could take her straight into the garden bed.  Angela only just made it before she lost the ability to hold it, shutting her eyes and screwing her face up, she was almost in an orgasmic stupor when she opened her eyes to see Sam smiling at her efforts. 

Humiliation and degradation crashed in on her as her face burned white hot and waves of liquefied heat cascaded down over her breasts, tightening her already rock hard nipples, descending still further to her sensitive clit where it swirled around and fanned out back up through her shivering body to explode in the pleasure centers of her brain, sending her over the edge

Without a word; once Angela had recovered sufficiently; Sam took her leash in hand and led her back to finish her bath.  Once done; she toweled her dry and took her into the house.

To be continued…

Chapter 6

New Beginnings

Sam halted the conversation, “Mum hasn’t eaten this morning, and I’m feeling peckish myself,” turning on her way to the kitchen, “Ohhhh by the way, Mandy!  Did you find what you were looking for this morning?”  Amanda’s eyes lit up, “Oh that’s right!  I almost forgot; I’ve got something for the both of you.  The bag is outside in the lounge room, I’ll be back in a minute.”  Mandy raced out the door with excitement.  Sam shrugged her shoulders at a quizzical look from Angela, “Don’t ask me!  She’s made it a big secret, won’t even give me a hint.”  She called over her shoulder, still heading towards the kitchen.

Angela heard Amanda rummaging around in the master bedroom for sometime before, almost skipping back into the room holding a sturdy folding paper bag with twine loops for handles; the sort you get from high fashion houses, only this one had a motif on it that Angela didn’t recognize.  It was a silhouette of a female figure on her knees, squatting back on her haunches, with another standing up, leaning against a wall.  There was writing on the bag, but without her glasses there was no way she could read the blurry lines.  Angela suddenly had another thought, “I won’t be requiring my glasses anymore either; dogs can’t read anyway.” She chuckled to herself.

But curiosity was killing her, “So what’s in the bag?”

Amanda was reading a sheet of paper she had fished out of the bag and made a show of not taking too much interest in her mother’s question.  “You’ll find out soon enough, just wait until Sammy gets back.” She mumbled as she continued to peruse the sheet.  Angela grumbled; patience wasn’t one of her finer traits.  Mandy giggled at her mother’s frustration.

Sam entered the room holding a tray, on it could be seen a large plate full of what looked like salad sandwiches; beside that there was one small bowl and one larger bowl and a couple of cups with steam rising from the surface. The aroma of coffee filled her room; Angela suddenly realized just how hungry she was and looked forward to having a normal meal; “A salad sandwich would go down quite nicely.”  She thought, her diet of dry dog food, while being nutritious enough, was rather crunchy, bland, uninteresting and ohhhh so doggy.

Sam handed Amanda a cracker out of the small bowl, and one of the cups; she then picked up one of the sandwiches and the large bowl and came over to Angela.  Angela held her hands up to take the sandwich, but Sam held it back and handed her the bowl.  Angela took the bowl with a sinking feeling, and lowered it to her lap.  Her shoulders slumped; it was full of dry dog food, “You did say that you wanted to be treated like a dog?”  Sammy chuckled, “Sucks to be a dog…Huh!”  Angela smiled sarcastically, “Yes I did say that!  Didn’t I?  I suppose even a dog’s life sucks sometimes.”

Taking a kibble; she popped it into her mouth and crunched down on it.  “Ohhhh god!  These things don’t get any better with everyone you eat; the only saving grace here is being able to use my hands.” Looking back to the tray with more than a hint of longing on her face, “I suppose there’s no coffee for me either?”  Amanda smiled as she handed her mother the left over ice water that Sam was using earlier to quell the fire in her tits, and wash her down with, “Thought so!”  She moaned.

“I could go and dish some out of the toilet if you really want me too.” Sammy enquired as both girls giggled their heads off.  Angela’s eyes widened, “Nooo! This’ll …do just fine, thank you.” Remembering back when she used to catch Donnie drinking from the toilet bowl if she had forgotten to fill his water dish.

Angela finished her dog food and half of the water, and looked on appetently as the girls devoured the sandwiches and coffee, almost salivating; while Mandy rummaged around in the bag, “You want to see what I’ve bought you both?” keeping her hand in the bag.  Sammy’s eyes lit up, “Yes please!” she felt like a little girl on Christmas morning; Angela smiled at her enthusiasm. “You know damn well we want to see,” Angela laughed.

Amanda pulled a necklace case out of the bag and handed it to her mother with an affectionate kiss on the cheek.  Angela looked at the case with confused recognition, “My mother’s necklace?  You’re giving me my mother’s necklace?  Where on earth am I supposed to wear this?  I really don’t think Donnie will appreciate the significance of such a gift.”

Amanda rolled her eyes, “No you stupid mutt!  I really don’t know how you ever survived as a human being; I’ll need the case back after you take out what’s inside.  Then I’ll return nana’s necklace to the case and put it away.”  Angela’s face bloomed with embarrassment, “Ohhhh sorry!” she chuckled nervously.  Sam started to jump up and down and clapping her hands, “I know what’s in the case; now how about mine?” she beamed.

Amanda cuffed her behind the ear, “Will you shut up!”  This is mum’s present; you’ll get yours in a minute.  Sammy feigned a look of shock at being cuffed like a little spoilt child and stomped her foot, “This is so not fair!” she grumbled, trying to urge Mum to go quicker. Angela slowly opened the case and sat staring at the contents.  Tears welled up in her eyes, “Ohhhh darling, its …” Angela chocked back a wistful sob, “It’s absolutely beautiful!”  Sam was growing more impatient as the seconds ticked by, “Awww come on, please show me.”  Angela slowly turned the case around.  Sammy looked in, almost startled, “It’s… it’s so…so gorg… Ummmm… pink?”  Sammy nudged Mandy with her elbow, “Hey! Why hot pink?”

Mandy rolled her eyes again, “It’s not hot pink! The colour is call pussy pink, she’s a cunt; a fuck toy, Ok!  Now shut up.” Amanda returned her attention back to her mother, who was taking the collar out of the case as though it were a priceless heirloom, and hugging it to her chest.”  It’s wonderful Mandy, thank you so much; this is the best present I have ever been given.”  Amanda watched as Angela fingered the collar lovingly.  The pink band of leather was two inches in width, with a buckle and small lock, but what intrigued and pleased Angela most were the silver letters pressed into the leather.  “Where’d you get it?  Surely they don’t have things like this, standard at any pet store?”

Amanda smiled, “No mum, I got it at a fetish shop.  The collar is standard, but the silver plated letters, making up the words Donnie’s Fuck Bitch were put on at my request.  Angela’s heart was racing, as she held it up to her daughter, “Please!  Will you put my collar on?”  Amanda smiled lovingly, “It will be my pleasure mum.”  Sam moved over excitedly to remove Angela’s standard dog collar as Angela closed her eyes and held her hair up out of the way for Mandy, “With the addition of this collar; I christen you Donnie’s fuck bitch. Your name from this day forward will be Blondie! 

“Here are the conditions placed on wearing your collar,” Amanda held the sheet of paper she was perusing before lunch, handing it to her mother, along with her reading glasses, “I want you to read it out loud!”

blondie swallowed hard as she quickly perused the sheet. Her eyes opening wide as she took in the full implication of what was penned.

“Aloud!” Amanda reiterated.

blondie cleared her throat.

“I, blondie, formerly know as Angela Kay Thompson will from this day forward, wear this collar for as long as I choose to continue to allow the canine world to avail themselves of my slimy putrid fucked out cunt, and while I continue to lick and suck their doggy cocks dry of cum.”

blondie gasped at what she had just read, but took an excited breath and continued.

“I will be treated lower than that of dogs; I will crawl on all fours behind those of higher breeding, showing my lowly worth in the world.  I’m not even a noble dog.  I’m nothing but a mangy mutt to be spat upon and treated with contempt.”

blondie felt the rush of humiliation sweep up her neck and settle across her face.

“I will be naked as the day I were born, with my whorish swampy cum filled cunt and saggy fat bags of tits flesh, forever on display; never to wear anything except this collar unless instructed by my owners, Amanda and Samantha.

Sam and Mandy noticed the rapid rise and fall of blondie’s chest, along with the flush growing across her face.

I will sleep in the kennel with Donnie; my Lord and Master; attending to his every wish without fail, his wants come before my needs.

My dog box will be the sole territory of the canine world; off limits to all human males; my two other holes will have to work harder in giving pleasure to them.

“I will also attend to Samantha and Amanda as the cuntrag/arselick family slave, to toil and labour tirelessly for their pleasure; to do as I’m instructed without hesitation or complaint.”

blondie had to stop for a minute; closing her eyes and regaining some composure, her body was literally buzzing with excitement; she continued.

“Failure to comply with any and all of these instructions will be met with sever punishment.”

“I will forfeit all human rights and privileges, with no say in my pathetic future; save one.  That being to completely renounce the lifestyle I have chosen and return with impunity to human race and all it offers.” 

She smiled through tears at the last statement; while Amanda was basically enslaving her, she was also giving her an out, if she so desired; one that would wipe the slate clean of her past. “Only someone who truly loved her would put something like that in a contract such as this.” Angela thought to herself.

Amanda had finished adjusting the collar to fit snuggly around her mother’s neck; all that needed to be done now was to snap the lock shut, Amanda stood back, “Although I have put your collar on; it is up to you to close the lock. Do you Angela Kay Thompson agree to the terms of this collar?”

Angela looked up to her daughter with dreamy lust filled eyes and tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.  Running her fingers over the collar and lettering, reaching back; her fingers rested on the small padlock.  It took all her concentration to speak with any clarity, and with a simple nod, she said, “Yes Amanda, I agree whole heartedly with the terms and conditions of this beautiful collar!”  With that; she snapped the lock shut; Amanda lent down to kiss her mother passionately on the lips and whispered, “Welcome to the family blonde!”

Sam let out a willful sigh, “Does this mean I now have a compliant sex toy to try out all my wickered perversions?”  Amanda giggled, “That you do my love!  That you certainly do!”

blondie eyed both girls with some trepidation. Her education into the world of kink and sleaze was now confirmed, and while some of it may not be to her liking; it was at least going to be interesting.  Samantha had that calculating, almost lewd look of a big cat that had its prey just where it wanted, and was now ready to play.

Sam’s face suddenly brightened and turned to Mandy, “Now it’s my turn!  What have you got for me?”

With the moment broken; both Amanda and blonde laughed, as Mandy delved into the bag once more.  Sam stood there looking at a smaller earring case, “Before you go asking stupid questions; it’s not a ring or earrings!”  Sam opened the case and stood there with the same confused look on her face as blonde had before.  “Springs?  She got a beautiful collar and I got … … springs?”  

Mandy had a suppressed trait that she now let loose, tormenting Sam was giving her a great deal of satisfaction “Is that all you see?”  Sam took the springs out of the case and looked them over; they were about an inch long and a little over a quarter inch in diameter.  “What am I suppose to do with them?  They’re not big enough to strap to my feet and bounce around on them.”

Mandy giggled, “You’re almost as silly as mum!”  blonde blushed; she was as mystified as Sammy.

“All right smartarse!  What are they supposed to do?”

“They’re not supposed to do anything; Well not until you stick them into this little gadget.”  Mandy pulled out what looked like a small plastic gun from the bag.  It had what looked like a barrel inside an outer casing; with a plunger in the rear, and a trigger in front of a hand grip beneath.  Sam held her hands up, “I give up!  Stupidity isn’t something I thought I’d get shot for?”

Amanda rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time, “This is the installer!”

Sam and blonde were now really confused, “Installer? And where are they going to be installed?”  Mandy held her hand out for one of the springs, “hand me one and I’ll show you.”  She flipped open a cover on top of an outer case, and slotted the spring into the small barrel like assembly.  Priming the trigger, the rear of the barrel stayed fixed, but the front of the barrel twisted a full one eighty degrees; expanding the spring in the process; she pushed the knob into the hand piece.  Sammy stood dumb founded as three wire pincers extended from the barrel.

Mandy’s smile slowly grew wicked, as Sammy looked from the gun to her chest and back again, “The penny finally drops?”  Mandy sniggered.  Sammy’s nipples tented the soft blouse she was wearing at the thought, as a gleeful whimper escaped her throat.  blonde still looked confused until Mandy motioned Sammy to remove her top.  The two girls were taking far too much notice of Samantha’s breasts; then she finally understood the purpose of the springs, and her own nipples leapt to attention.  Except that hers were from fear not excitement, and she gasped, “Ohhhh my god, Mandy you can’t; they’re too small, you’ll hurt her!”  Mandy and Sammy burst out laughing, “That’s the whole idea mum!”   Sammy giggled.  blonde cringed, grabbing her breasts for comfort and  protection.

Sammy held her left orb out for Mandy to work on.  Amanda slid the tongs out and captured her nipple; pulling it into the barrel, with a slight wince from Sam, then with a squeeze of the trigger there was an audible click as the barrel let go of the spring and retreated back; thus leaving the retracting spring snuggly entrenched around Sammy’s nipple.  Sammy leapt back grasping her tit, “Fuck me dead!”  She squealed, bending over and stomping her foot to relieve the pain.

blondie jumped and brought her hands to her mouth in shock, while Mandy just stood there leering at Sam, and chuckling at her antics, “Bites a little does it my darling?”  Sam smiled in discomfort, “Just a tad!  Not as bad as I thought it might.”  She straightened up and took a quick peek to see if her precious turn knob was actually still there.  blonde shook her head in amazement, “You really are fucking whacked Samantha, your mother really did a job on you; didn’t she?”  Mandy giggled, “Yep!  An ‘A’ grade pain slut is our Sammy.”  Sam smiled, “It was all for self preservation.  There was no way I could have survived her beatings unless I could some how turn it into something I could handle.”

Amanda moved forward to inspect the protrudent nipple, giving it a flick with her finger; then broke up laughing as it shuddered and Sammy winced until it came to a halt, “Look! Sprung loaded nipples, these is going to be fun to play with.” 

Mandy gave it a couple of more flicks adding in some sound effects, “Boiing, boiing, boiing,” Sammy winced as her eyes clouded over, “Ohhhh god!  I’d like you to keep that up, it’s sending sharp zaps to my clit, but I really feel a little lopsided; can you please put the other one on and start again?”  Moisture was starting to seep into her panties.

Mandy giggled as she loaded the gun once more, as blonde’s breathe quickened and again clutched her own breasts.  Sam noticed her fear, “It’s not that bad; bit like getting your ears pierced for the first time; it’s more the shock than actual pain.”  blondie had this disbelieving look on her face, “Yeah right!  I swore like a trooper and stomped the salon down when I got my ears pierced; pull the other leg, it plays jingle bells.” Amanda giggled and pulled the trigger again; Sam winced and groaned after the click signaled her other nipple was now bound in sprung steel, but didn’t jump back this time.

Her nipples had always been hard wired to her clit, but this was like upping the voltage by the power of ten; sliding her open palms over the taunt nipples sent shock waves rippling down to her pussy, making her groan; she whipped her hand down to her clit and started rubbing and pinching.  Mandy flicked her springy nipples a couple of times to send Sammy soaring, then stood back to admire the lewd scene, as blonde watched in amazement finding she herself getting aroused while Sammy ploughed on to her hellish orgasm.

Amanda sat on the bed and took her mother’s hand; without as much as a by your leave, she placed it between her legs.  blondie looked up, not sure what her daughter wanted at first, “Your a fucking sex toy stupid, so perform your duties,” blondie flushed red and slide two finger through her daughter’s pussy lips, feeling the moisture lubricate her digits; Amanda rolled her eyes and moaned as her mother started rubbing her clit with her thumb.

The show unraveling before her, took blondie’s attention; watching Sammy on her knees moaning in pleasure was truly something to behold. Her attention was rudely brought back by a slap to the back of the head, “Fuck!  You’re a useless dumb cunt; keep your mind on the job, fuckwit!  You’re not here for your pleasure, so get that into that fucked out dog brain of yours” blondie whimpered, and apologized; feeling her own moisture seep between her cunt lips from her daughter’s abusive language.  She had missed the fact that Mandy had opened her blouse to display her magnificent orbs; she took an erect nipple into her mouth, grazing her teeth across the ripe cherry; she suckled until her daughter’s ragged breathing announced her impending finale.

It didn’t take long before both girls were moaning with stereo orgasms; Amanda stiffened and jerked; grabbing her mother’s hand, pushing down on it until blondie thought her wrist was going to snap.  Amanda loosened up and sagged with a sigh, “Ohhhh god that was good!”  Roughly pushing her mother’s head away from her chest, she got up, letting blondie’s hand slipped from her pussy folds with an audible slurp.  Amanda went over to her lover and kissed her tenderly, wrapping her arms around her as they savoured their post orgasmic bliss.  blonde was now very sexually frustrated, horny beyond belief and wondered if she was going to have a chance to get herself off.

Watching the two girls kiss passionately brought her a feeling of emptiness.  The thought that her daughter had no further use for her made for conflicting emotions; she was annoyed that she was left high and dry, used and abused.  That caused her to feel embarrassed and humiliated that she had let Amanda do it and even apologized for not being better; this just added to her slime production.  She finally admitted to herself that it felt right in knowing that she was being used as light relief; it fit well with her own fantasy of being nothing than a lowlife fuck slut and sex toy be to used and then tossed aside when not needed.

blondie sat enraptured by the threads of her daughter’s pussy juice slowly sliding up and down her fingers as she revolved her hand; feeling the slipperiness as it slid between her fingers, her nipples and clit screamed at her. Amanda looked up just in time to see her mother slide her cum coated fingers into her mouth, “MOTHER!  You’re a dirty filthy cum gobbling slut!”  blondie froze mid-suck, with eyes filling with tears as she realized what she was doing.  Mandy and Sam looked at each other with knowing eyes and smirks.

Lifting themselves off the floor and standing beside the bed, looking down as blondie’s face proceeded to change colour; Mandy said to Sam, “I think that would have to be the most defiling act of a desperate whore I have ever seen!”  Samantha giggled, “It certainly takes the cake in my book, although blondie here seems hell bent on rewriting that book.”

Amanda nodded, “Pathetic!  Truly pathetic; she can’t even control herself while in the company of her own daughters, imagine what she’d do out in public.”  Sam felt a warm glow pass through her at the mention of her as a daughter in the family.  Tremors coursed through blondie’s cunt and nipples.  Sam had an evil thought, “Why don’t we invite mum’s tennis club ladies around for coffee and … maybe a show?  I’m sure they’d get a big thrill out of watching her slowly sink into the depths of depravity and perversion, while drinking coffee and verbally abusing her.”

blondie’s eyes opened wider in terror than the girls thought possible, “Nooooo! Please No, Ohhhh god no, I could never go out in public again, it’ll be all around the community within an hour of them leaving, my social life would be ruined!”  The girls just laughed at her. “Who gives a fuck about your social life or what they think and say?” Sam piped up, “You’re not exactly going to be eating in restaurants, going to gala fashion nights, and enjoying a social life with your snooty high society friends; now are you?  The best you can look forward to; is the odd occasional trip to the park on a leash, sniffing a few arseholes with your new friends. Out there on all fours, with some mangy mutt buried deep in your fuck chute, with his doggy friends lining up to have a go at  pulling a train with the bitch on heat.”  The girls were giggling so hard; they almost peed themselves.

The look on blondie’s face made it obvious that she hadn’t given any thought to this possibility; her pernicious mind latched on to the idea and ran with it.  Her breathing became ragged, her nipples tightened painfully and clit itched, aching to be played with, with hot flushes running up and down her body, she moaned in frustration.  “I think we need to give you a little training to curb your rampant sexual urges,” Mandy stated as she winked knowingly at Sam and left the room, “Sam!  Can you see to it, the cumbag behaves herself until I get back?”

“Sure thing my darling! Not a problem.”  Sam smiled as she thought back on what Mandy and she had talked about last night.  It was quite obvious to her now that Mandy had an unrealized evil streak in her a mile wide; something that had lain dormant all this time until she had punished her mother for being a hypocritical dog fucker.  Sam turned her attention back to blondie, “Get those sticky cum streaked fingers out of your mouth!” blondie hadn’t realized that she had put her fingers back in her mouth, and quickly removed them.  “Gezzzzzes christ blondie!  You know a two bit crack whore has higher comportment, more decency and self respect than a cumbucket like you.”  blondie shriveled up inside and felt sick as Samantha ridiculed her, knowing everything she said was in most parts true; but couldn’t deny the feelings she was getting from her cunt as it leaked profusely.

blondie wasn’t totally sure if Sam was saying this for her benefit and to make her horny, or if she really meant it in a malicious way.  It didn’t seem to matter as both reasons only made her want to sink lower into the quagmire of degradation and finger fuck herself right there in front of Sammy.  blondie was distracted from this line of thought as Mandy came back into the room carrying some rope.  “This should do the trick!”  She uttered as she snaked one end of a rope under the bed for Sam to pick up on the other side.  Mandy looked serious for a moment, “I think the cunt needs to have her hands out of the way so she can’t abuse herself, but that still leaves her legs?  I’ve seen the bitch get off by grinding them together!”

blondie gasped in horror at the thought that her own daughter had seen her masturbating herself at all; let alone that way, and  while it was one way she masturbated; she couldn’t remember how long ago she’d used that particular method; “It had to be months?  Maybe even as much as several months?  Ohhhh god! She must have thought of me as a low degenerate slut; even before all this with Donnie has come out,” blondie groaned in humiliation once more.  Sam’s eyes brightened, “I have an idea!  Let’s bring her legs up so her knees are behind her shoulders and then we can tie her arms over the top of her legs and out either side. Kill two birds with one stone; that’ll stop the bitch from working herself into a wet sloppy mess and give her time to cool off and dry out.”

blondie complained bitterly as she was contorted into a ball with her cunt pointing at the ceiling.  “Stop your bitching!”  Mandy admonished; slapping her still somewhat tender arse, “We both know that you were in the gymnastics team at school; and that you’ve kept up your exercises.  Look on the bright side!  You can almost see just how swampy your cunt is.” with blondie sobbing in mortification; nothing screamed …undignified and degrading, more than the position she was now in.  Some of her boyfriends in school had tried to get her to put her legs up on their shoulders so they could get a deeper penetration, but she had refused because she felt it was so slutty, and something a proper lady just wouldn’t do. 

Sam tied another smaller rope between her ankles and to the ring on the back of her collar. In this position even blondie’s red swollen piss flaps had gaped open, and gave the girls a prime view of her tunnel.  Sam giggled, “What does a fucked out whore wear down town to let everyone know she’s working?”  Mandy frowned at Sammy’s question, she just knew there was a funny and humiliating punch line to it and decided to play along.“I’m not sure!  Maybe a mini shirt with no panties and a see though blouse?”   Sam laughed, “No silly!  She wears her ankles for ear rings!”  Both girls burst out laughing as blondie’s sobs took on a new tenor.

blondie’s moans and sobs increased as her cunt twitched and itched as though a colony of ants were marching across it and pleaded, “Please help me, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me, I need to cum, Pleeeese!”  The girls giggled and made gestures of sliding their fingers into her cunt; only to stop before they got too close, making blondie thrust harder and thrash in vain, as she tried to push her weeping fuckhole up to meet their frustrating digits, working herself into a sexual lather of sweat and pussy juice;.  Amanda nudged Sammy and mouthed, “I think she’s almost there!”  Sam nodded, and whispered behind her hand, “I fucking hope so!  I’ve used all my best material; sheeesh! If she doesn’t explode soon, I have no idea what to do next.”  Mandy’s attention went back to her mother as the distraught women struggled in a haze of sexual frustration.  “Look at the slut, dry humping the air in a little hope of getting her fix; maybe we should bring Donnie in to finish her off?”  Sam’s eyes lit up, “You know a festering putrid slut like this is going to be a hassle!  Every time we sit down; she’s going to be trying to doggy hump our legs.  Can you imagine what it would be like with company over, and her crawling between our guests; rubbing her slimy cunt up and down, trying to fuck herself on their legs?”

A vivid image of herself holding a leg between her thighs and rubbing luridly was the last straw for blondie, “Aaaahhhhheeeeeee… Ohhhh godddddd!”  blondie screamed as her orgasm tore out of her cunt; racing up, and slicing though her rock hard nipples before exploding inside her head. 

“Thar she blows!”  Amanda excitedly exclaimed, laughing in the process.

blondie’s eyes rolled back in her head as spasms from her orgasm and  her contracting cunt shot big loops of slime out of her gapping hole to fly in an arc; splatting down on her face.  Hitting her above the right eye and dripping down to fill her ear; another looped over to land squarely in her open mouth. The third was from a much more vigorous contraction and it landed in the fringe; coating her hair in glistening semi opaque pearls of fuck juice.  As blondie’s contraction subsided, her cunt only managed to pump the last of her slime out onto her stomach; there to run off down under her tits.

Both girls stood with gaping mouths in stunned amazement, Sam was astounded, “Fuck me dead!  That was amazing!  Have you ever seen anything so bizarre as that?  I’ve seen guys in porno films shooting cum on a slut’s face! I seen women rub there cum all over the faces both men and women.  I even seen gay guys shoot cum all over another guys face; but this is the first time I have seen a women shoot her own cum on to her own face.  The bitch must have been filling her cunt up as we were verbally abusing her?” 

While Sammy shook her head; Mandy stood glassy eyed, mesmerized by what had just happened, “I want one of those!” She finally muttered.  Sam looked at Mandy in surprise, “You’re jealous!”  Mandy ardently nodded her head, “Fuck yeah! I’m jealous as all shit, we worked darn hard for that orgasm; one I might add; that slime covered bitch simmering in her own fuck juice just got the benefit of.  Damn right I’m jealous.  I want an orgasm just like hers.”  Sammy burst out laughing, “Ok! You just lay down on the floor and I’ll tie you up and start verbally abusing you.”  Mandy grumbled, “Does …I don’t think so! …have any meaning to you” then they both giggled. 

blondie was moaning and starting to come around; her head was still spinning as she tried to focus on the two smiling faces, as mini orgasms trickled through her nervous system creating little twitches in her pussy.   “Ohhhh God, What happened?”

Mandy blinked and retorted, “Cloud nine, Saturn five rockets, does fireworks come to mind; how about making the bomb on Nagasaki look like a firecracker, and you did nothing to achieve it; hell we didn’t even have to press your start button!”  blondie’s face turned even a brighter red, “I’m sorry Mandy, I know I’m a piece of shit, but I couldn’t help it.  Punish me if you have to; I know I deserve it.”  Sam smiled, “Don’t you take any notice of her; she’s just jealous!”

Mandy sighed, “Well!  Did you atleast enjoy it? Fuck! We should have had a cam recorder; I still don’t believe it. ”

blondie groaned, “I think so?  I don’t remember half of it; but the half I do remember was totally awesome.  I have never cum so hard in my entire life.”  blondie licked her lips, “Did I do what I think I did?”

Both girls were grinning from ear to ear, Sam asked the question, “What exactly do you think you did?”

blondie’s face flushed hot with a sick look contorting her features, she embarrassingly whimper, “Did I just cum in my mouth?”  She knew she had sucked Mandy’s pussy juice off her hand, sucked and swallowed dog cum.  Although she knew it was totally irrational, never had she tasted her own; even when her sex partners wanted her to suck them off after fucking her; she refused and got into some heated arguments over it.  “Why shouldn’t this be any different,” she tried to reconcile it, but to her cockeyed mind it was about the lowest thing a woman could do.

The girls giggled at the look on her face, realizing this was probably the most humiliating thing that she had ever experienced.  Mandy sat down on the bed, and traced the tip of a finger through the cunt slime still oozing out of blondie’s wide open tunnel and nodded as she cooed, “In your mouth, on your face, in your hair, and all over your tits and stomach.  Your gash was a veritable fountain of slime.” She then slid her finger along her mother’s mouth, gentle forcing it in between her lips.  Sam giggled with excitement, as blondie tried to pull away.  Leaning over blondie’s pussy and covering it entirely with her mouth; she sucked a big wad of slime still wallowing in the depths of  her reservoir.  While Amanda watched with a wicked grin, Sam moved up to blondie’s face and waited, staring intently at her, their mouths just inches apart.

Amanda nodded to blondie, “What are you waiting for bitch?  It’s obvious you can’t reach your sloppy cunt; so Sammy’s helping you clean your fuck box.”

blondie shuddered and let out a resigned whimper.  When she was a small child, maybe six or seven; her grandfather had bred dogs; and on odd occasions she had  hid behind packing crates when the Sires was put to the bitches. She never really understood what they were doing at the time, but one thing that had stuck in her mind and turned her stomach was the act of the bitch cleaning herself down there, right after the dog had finished coupling with her.  She couldn’t understand why the bitch would do it; it just seemed so yucky.  blondie closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting for the inevitable.  Sammy opened up and let the liquid pour into blondie’s mouth, then scooted back down to retrieve another glob; transferring that one the same way.  blondie just lay there as her mouth filled up, feeling the same revulsion, struggling desperately not to swallow.

Sam smiled as she spat the last of the cunt slime into blondie’s mouth, “All yours blondie, now open your eyes and swallow!”

Tears were forming in blondie’s eyes; she didn’t want to open them up, much less swallow.  With a puddle of slime pooling in her mouth, she slowly opened her eyes; the girls could see her struggling to hold it from sliding down her throat.  Amanda pinched her nose shut, as Sammy viciously pinched her nipple; with one more violent shudder and revulsion screaming at her; she closed her mouth and gulped, then tried to retch.  Sammy clamped her hand over her mouth until the spasms subsided; Mandy handed her the last of the water, which blondie quaffed appreciatively; swirling it around in her mouth before swallowing that as well.

“May I ask you for one small favour?”  blondie’s eyes had a pleading gaze.  Amanda smiled wickedly, “What would that be; Chocolate flavouring?”  blondie winced as Sammy giggled, “No! Can I get out of this position?  My back is killing me, and I’m having real trouble breathing.”  Amanda chuckled as she leant over to untie her wrists and ankles; blondie groaned as she unfurled, feeling tiny cracking as her spine straightened, “Ohhhh god that feels better.”

How ever irrational it was; she had done the one thing that she abhorred the most.  With this realization and now laying straight on the bed, all resistance faded, it was as though she had climbed her last mountain and now looked down on a valley of sweet calm. A peace welled through her body, bringing with it arousal.  blondie sighed, as her features took on her soothing calm; she knew and excepted from this day forward that there wasn’t anything so vile, humiliating or repugnant, she wouldn’t do to satisfy her depraved, nefarious soul. 

Samantha sensed the change in blondie, “You’ve turned the corner, haven’t you?”  blondie only nodded, “You realize you may never be able to go back around that corner!”  blondie smiled, “I know Sam, and I don’t care.  I’ve been fighting so many thing; some since child hood, come to think of it; I’ve been fighting my entire life some stupid and irrational idea or other; but I’m happy the way I am now.  I’m free now do whatever I’m asked; no matter how perverted it may seem.”

Not having the understanding Sam had of the human mind, Amanda was skeptical, “Anything covers a vast array of perversions!  Just what perversions are you referring to?”

Sammy giggled as blondie shrugged, “Anything!  Try me!  There are no more limits; but there is one thing that I do ask; and is, it has to be consensual.”  Amanda had lots of things that fitted into that category, but Sam interjected, “Mandy, your usual perversions aren’t going to cut the mustard!  After all!  she already fucks dogs, suck their cocks, so doing other animals would just open up her horizons and we have already seen what humiliation does to her; so making her stand naked in the middle of town fucking  herself with a stalk of celery would probably have her withering on the ground in ecstasy.  Consensual, rules out any contact with minors; we’ve already established that, that’s out of the question, as well as those who might get offended by her antics.”

Amanda had to agree, but there was one thing she’d seen on a web site that had turned her stomach, and decided to shock her mother out of this line of thought, “What about scat?”  Sammy’s eyes opened wide in surprise, but without blinking an eye, blondie smirked at her daughter, “What do you want me to do with it?”  Amanda was taken back by the lack of shock, but blondie continued without emotion, “Rub it all over myself, and play with it?”  She was almost goading her daughter into making her act it out; her stomach was screaming at her to cease and desist, but she was determined to show Amanda she was deadly serious about her statement.  “How about putting it in my mouth and swallowing it; like you made me do with my cum?”  She opened her mouth wide and wiggled her tongue.

“ENOUGH!”  Amanda felt physically ill, “You’ve made your point!”  Not that she could understand what exactly her point was.  Sammy giggled behind her hand, much to Mandy’s annoyance, and glared at her, “That’ll be enough out of you!”  This brought Sammy into another fit of giggling.  Amanda ignored her and turned her attention back to her mother, “You really like the idea of being a; eating shit whore?”  blondie’s smirk turned back to a smile, “No darling!  Apart from throwing my guts up for the next week; it’d be the fastest way to the hospital with some life threatening disease.” blondie paused for a second and lowered her eyes to her lap where she was fidgeting with her sheet, then raised her sight to level it at her daughter “But that wouldn’t stop me if I was ordered to do it.”  Sam put her hand on Amanda’s arm, “What I think mum is trying to express here is commitment.”

Sam looked to blondie for confirmation, “Is that right?”

blondie nodded, “Sammy’s right!  It’s like I have found this new life; it’s perverted I know, but I feel… I don’t know…free… like I’m soaring in the clouds, and I want you to help me fly as high as I can.  I want to show you that you don’t have to hold back, you don’t have to feel guilty; nothing you ask of me will change my love and affection for both of you, and I’m hoping it won’t changing your love for me either.”

Amanda finally understood; it annoyed her that it took Sammy less time; making her feel stupid and foolish, More out of spite than revenge; she said, “Ok then!  Here’s one I will hold you too; one you can add to that set of collar rules.  From now on; your mouth and tongue will clean anything that goes up your arse!  If you really don’t want to be throwing up and heading off to hospital with the plague; then I suggest you keep that shit chute of yours clean. You understand that mother?” 

blondie understood well enough.  She understood that with the term mother; in that tone of voice; she had hurt and humiliated her daughter, and it certainly didn’t have the same effect on Amanda, that humiliation had on herself.  blondie hung her head, “I’m sorry darling!  I didn’t mean to embarrass you; I just wanted to impress on you, how my life has changed, and how much I now enjoy it this way.”  Amanda was lost in her own thoughts; she doubted that she was, as Sammy had once said; Dominant!  She certainly didn’t feel dominant right now; and started walking from the room, “Amanda!”  Mandy stopped and looked over her shoulder with a blank stare, tinged with a faint hint of sadness, but said nothing.  blondie held out her hand as a physical sign of asking forgiveness, “I’m truly sorry for saying and acting the way I did.  I’ll add your condition to the rest of the conditions of my collar; not because I like it; because I really don’t, but because you have decreed that I be rightfully punished for my filthy mouth.”  Sam thought she detected a tear in the corner of Amanda’s eye, “Sam!  You look after blondie, there’s something I need to do.” she turned and left the room.

blondie looked to Sam, “I’ve fucked up again; haven’t I?”  Sammy smiled sadly at her, “No, not really; I think Mandy is struggling with who she is and where in the family she fits.”  blondie looked concerned, “But she’s now the head of this family, she’s the dominant one, isn’t she?”

Sammy sighed, “Yes she is!, but I don’t think she knows what she feels at the moment, and you winning your little battle of perversions with her; has probably made her wonder even more.”  blondie chewed her lip, “Maybe I should just take up barking instead?”  Sam sat on the bed, “You see! you have found your niche and are comfortable with it; I knew mine a long time ago, but Mandy is only now finding a totally different set of rules that governs her life, and she’s afraid of doing the wrong thing; making the wrong decisions.”  Sammy patted blondie’s arm, “She’ll work it out.  We just need to give her time and a little guidance, and heaps of love.”  blondie had a little sad chuckle, I can give her time and all the love in the world, but when it come to guidance, that’s your department, I’ll just bark my approval.”  Sammy giggled, “Well now’s a good time for a little guidance.” as she got up off the bed.

blondie caught her arm before she got too far, “Ummmm Ahhhh … Can you do me one more favour before you go?”  Sam raised her eyebrow at the question; blondie continued fidgeting with her sheet, “ Ummmm can you get that bowl again, I need to… you know… pee again.”  Sammy smiled, “You know how messy that is; I have already had to wash one skirt because you pissed on me.”  blondie’s face turned crimson, “I’m sorry Sammy, I really didn’t mean too.”  Sam giggled, and hopped back on the bed between blondie’s legs, “Time for some serious perversion; I think.”  blondie wasn’t sure what Sam had meant by that, “What are you doing?”  Sam smiled as she latched onto blondie’s pussy with her mouth.

blondie’s eyes widened, “No! You can’t be serious?”  Sam nodded her head, which caused her nose to rub blondie’s clit and send a tantalizing tingle through her pussy, “No Sammy! I can’t, it’s too filthy.”  Sam let go of her pussy just long enough to say, “That statement coming from the same mouth that only minutes before was begging her daughter to crap in it, is totally ludicrous.  Now, either you pee, or I bite; take your pick!” she was flicking blondie’s clit with her tongue as she said it.  blondie shuddered at the thought that she might actually do what she threatened, then closed her eyes and nodded.  Sam giggling; re-attached her mouth to blondie’s urethra and started to suck; blondie sighed and brought her hands to her face as if hiding would make it easier.  It didn’t!  But in the end her body gave up and let her bladder empty.

Sam struggled to keep up with the flow, but managed not to spill a drop.  Once blondie had dried up, she raised up into a kneel between blondie’s legs smacking her lips and running her tongue around inside her mouth, “Hmmmm, you know that wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be; bit on the salty side, but on the whole; I could get used to it.”  blondie just lay there with a stupid look on her face; somewhere between confusion and humour, “You saying it’s an acquired taste?”  Sammy giggled, “Well people eat blue vein cheese, and I think that tastes like shit!”  Sam gave a little shudder at the memory of her sisters twenty first, and being conned into trying some of the cheese.  blondie was too tired to even debate it with Sam, the last couple of days had been a whirlwind of experiences and emotions.  Sammy noticed this, “You look worn out, and I think you need some sleep, I’m going to see how Mandy is doing.”  Blondie nodded, “Sam! …Thank you … for…well for everything; you’re a good person; I can’t say how much I’m pleased that Amanda has you for a partner.”  Sammy smiled as the warm glow of acceptance wafted through her; she tucked blondie in giving her a kiss on the forehead.  “You’re not so bad yourself Mum,” with a satisfied smile, she turned and left the room closing the door behind her.

Amanda was sitting on the lounge with her back to the hall entrance, and staring out the window.  Sammy felt a twinge of guilt over the incident with blondie, she’d been really callous giggling at Mandy for not seeing what, to her was all too obvious, “I’m sorry darling, and I shouldn’t have laughed.”  Amanda either didn’t hear her, or choose to ignore her apology, “I’m an idiot! Aren’t I?” Sam moved up behind her, lent over and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, as she placed a loving kiss on the top of her head, “Define ‘Idiot’?” Sam felt her shuddered; She realized Amanda was crying silently to herself, “If you interpret idiot to mean: - mentally defective, dimwit, moron, ignoramus, halfwit, dork, simpleton or just plain stupid!  Then no; I don’t think you’re anywhere near being an idiot.  On the other hand if you think it means: - uneducated in certain areas, a layman, an ordinary person, a person lacking in professional skills; in this case psychology.  Then yes, you’re an idiot!  But an absolutely adorable idiot; one I couldn’t see myself living without.”

Amanda sniffed, “I make a pretty lousy Mistress!  That I do know.  I don’t really know if I want to be a Mistress!”

Sam let go and walked around to kneel in front of her, “No body said you had to be one, just be yourself.”

Shaking her head, “No, you heard her; mum wants me to dominate her, or am I getting that all wrong as well?”

Sam raised her hand to stroke Mandy’s face, “No! You’re right; she wants you to control all aspects of her life from now on.  But there’s a subtle difference between being dominant and in charge, and being a Mistress.  You can be dominant without actually being a Mistress.  Sam waited for a moment for that to sink in, “But it certainly is preferable to be dominant if you wish to be a Mistress.”

Amanda looked Sam straight in the eye, “But I’m stupid, I don’t know what people are thinking; I take things at face value.  I don’t have your ability to read between the lines.”  Mandy was starting to get even more upset.  Sam rose to sit beside her on the lounge, hugging her, “You’re not stupid!  You’re just unschooled in psychology; and that’s something we can rectify with a bit of time and effort on both our parts.  Being dominant is like being the head of a corporation.  Do you really think that the Managing Director knows exactly how everything gets done in his business; of coarse not!  He most likely wouldn’t have a clue how to send a package form one end of town to the other.  He has underlings, Hell! Call them slaves or sub-missives if you like; they do all that.  All he has to do is have his sights set on where the organization is heading and be dominant enough to make sure it gets there.”

Mandy nestled her head into Sam’s lap; seeking the comfort she always felt while cuddling with Sam.  “Do you want me to be the dominant one?”

Sam rocked her as if she were consoling a sad child, “Of course silly, but that doesn’t mean I want a Mistress, I’m too strong headed to be submissive.”  Sammy chuckled, “Even my mum couldn’t break me, and she’s the meanest bitch in the valley.”  Amanda tried to stifle a chuckle, “You can say that again!”  Sam looked off out the window, while stroking Mandy’s hair, “You know your mother and I aren’t that dissimilar!”  Amanda rose to look her in the eye, contemplating what she had just said, “Really?”  Sam smiled at the nervous and uncertain quality to her voice, knowing fully well what Mandy was thinking. 

“Really!  And No, I don’t mean I want to fuck dogs.”  She quipped, “Mum and I both deal with pain in the same way; mine was physical, hers was mental; we have both been dealing with our separate nightmares for a very long time.  I throw myself into my pain the same way she does; I go for more pain until it overwhelms me and I lose myself in it, she throws herself into her cesspool of degradation and wallows in it until she is also overwhelmed.  Don’t get me wrong, not everyone does this; I think you need to have a masochistic streak in you to start with.  But it’s interesting to realize that the same mechanism is dealing with two entirely different stimuli, but still ending up with the same outcome.  Pardon the pun!”

Amanda lay back down in Sammy’s lap, not saying anything.  Sam let Amanda take her time processing what she had just said.  Amanda wondered if being similar made it easier for Sam to understand her mother and voiced her opinion.  Sam smiled, “You’re on your way,” Sam rubbed Mandy’s arm encouragingly, and lent down placing a kiss on her cheek, “The first step in understanding the infinite variations of the human mind, is to ask one simple question…Why? ... You see!  You’re not the cretin, you thought you were.”

Amanda chuckled to herself, not sure if she should take that as a compliment or not.  She rolled over so her face was looking directly up at Sam, “So you think I have a chance of getting it right yet?”  Sam giggled, “I never had any doubt about it, you’re the one with that affliction.  All you need is a little confidence in your own abilities and a little less bull at a gate attitude.”  Now Amanda felt warm inside; something that Sammy never fail to do for her.  Flicking her sprung loaded nipples she goaded, “You don’t seem to mind that bull when it comes to having something shove up your arse?”  Sammy groaned; she had forgotten her nipples, “Ohhhh god!  You sure know how to turn things around in your favour; a sign of a true dominant!  How about you take me to bed and show me how you would like to open that gate?”

blondie slept peacefully for the first time in ages.  Dreams flowed around in swirling cascades of never ending sequences; dreams that were at one time nightmares, to be feared and repelled, now they were welcomed with fascination and excitement.  One minute it was Donnie and she knotted in bestial passion, the next she was between her daughter legs servicing her with an enthusiastic tonguing, as Mandy verbally defiled her for her sluttish behaviour.  but the one that had her moaning in her sleep, was walking on all fours along a path with Donnie; both being led along on leashes by Amanda and Samantha through wooded parkland; the girls stopping every now and then to chat with other park goers, and being complimented on what a fine bitch they had; she and Donnie running around chasing each other through the green grassy field, then her squatting down, spreading her knees to relieve herself right there in front of everyone, with Donnie coming up and  lick her face; blondie returning the favour, licking his muzzle and sucking on his tongue.  Blondie knew it was a dream, the sense she had of floating up from the depths of torpidity, but the licking continued as she stirred, her sluggish brain made hard work of coming to the realization that the licking was actually real.

Opening her sleepy eyes; she was confronted with a large, black and very wet nose.  “Donnie!  What are you doing in here?”  blondie looked over her shoulder as she heard Mandy,  “He was starting to fret, so we thought it might be nice to show him that his fuck bitch hadn’t run away.”  Sam was standing beside her, smiling affectionately, “I think he really missed you?”  Donnie brought his front paws up onto the bed and buried his nose in between blondie’s legs, she tried to stop him, “What he really misses, is his fuck tunnel and cumbag!”  blondie huffed.  Donnie wasn’t to be so easily dissuaded, but Mandy brought the conditions of ownership to her attention, “Don’t you dare stop him from sniffing his property, now open those legs and let him do what he wants.”  blondie’s face reddened under the assault from Donnie’s nose.  After some sniffing and nudging; something that blondie gasped at, he leapt onto the bed and settled down beside her with his muzzle resting on her thigh.

Both girls were giggling; something that blondie had noticed was happening more often, much to her embarrassment.  Mandy scratched Donnie behind his ear, “See!  All he wanted was to know that it’s still his.”

Mandy dropped her gaze and fiddled with the hem of her blouse, “Mum! I want to say that it’s going to be ok; Sammy and I have had a good heart to heart and I believe that we can work though all this.  I want to help you realize your life’s fantasy, since you have gone out of your way to except me for who I am. I just ask you to forgive any errors on my part.”

blondie smiled, “There will be no errors in need of forgiveness!  In my eyes; your word is law and I will accept your will with open arms.”

Amanda didn’t know what to say to that statement. Feeling the full truth of what her mother was saying was almost overwhelming.  “We’ll leave you and Donnie alone in here for tonight; but I think tomorrow you can go back to your kennel where you belong.”

blondie nodded, “Thank you Amanda, it means a lot to me, and I promise to be the best bitch possible.”  As Samantha and Amanda left the room closing the door behind them; blondie scratched Donnie behind the ear,

“Looks like it’s you and me, big fella.” blondie lay back, closed her eyes and smiled. “You and me and our wonderful owners.!”

Chapter 7

Loose Ends

Amanda stood just out of blondie’s line of sight as she nursed her midmorning cup of coffee, watching bemused at her mother’s degenerate display out in the kennel yard; it brought her to thinking.  This had to be the seventh time this week, she was again knotted with Donnie and it was only Tuesday.  Amanda wasn’t sure if it was her own mother’s increasingly over active sex drive or Donnie’s realization that he now had a fuck bitch that was permanently in heat.

Whatever the reason was that had them firmly knotted; positioned arse to arse with blondie’s face in the dirt, probably wasn’t that important.  blondie was resting her upper body on her grime encrusted tits as she clawed her arse cheeks; she was obviously loving every outrageous moment; moaning deliriously with the family pet firmly entrenched in her gaping twat.

“She’s certainly living up to herself proclaimed title of degenerate slut!” Mandy chuckled to herself.

The phone ringing brought Mandy out of her deliberations.  Shaking her head and sighing, she headed back into the house, leaving blonde to her rutting.

Sam had answered the phone, as she did on many occasions. Just about everyone who knew her and Amanda; knew there was a chance that she would be there.  To their community of friends and acquaintances, she had always been part of the Thompson household.

“Hello Mrs. Benson!”  Sam chirped,

“Ummm no! I’m not sure where Mrs Thompson is; let me go and check” Sam cupped the receiver on the handset, looked up and gestured for Mandy to take the call.   Amanda waved her hands in the air refusing the offer.

She mimed that it wasn’t possible for her mother to come to the phone.  To reinforce it, she made an O with her left hand and slid all the fingers of her right hand in though the O; ending up with her right wrist being held by her left hand.  Then she clenched her right fist and tried to pull it out of her left hand, whilst at the same time crossing her eyes and hanging her tongue out of the side of her mouth. “Her mother was knotted with Donnie; AGAIN!”

Sam snorted in laughter; visualizing blondie outside in the yard, “Ummmm Ohhhh sorry, No Mrs Benson, No I wasn’t laughing at you!”

Sam silently mouthed for Amanda to stop it, “No Mrs Benson, its Amanda!  She’s being silly.  Yes Mrs Benson, I will.”  Amanda was making pronounced hip jerking movements as if fucking doggy style.  Sam offered the phone to Amanda again but Mandy declined; waving her hands, and running off into the kitchen to stand with arms folded; grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“I’m sorry Mrs Benson.  No, she couldn’t make it last month. She was laid up in bed, nose running, eyes watering; hurting all over; she looked a total mess.”

Sam shook her fist at Amanda, “Mandy’s gone out to tell her mother you’re on the phone.

What! Ohhh I think it’s something to do with a hole.  Yes! Yes, No, She’s plugging it!  Donnie has been at it for weeks now...Yes! She’s trying to keep Donnie in.”She said with a cheeky grin, barely able to contain her laughter.  Amanda was silently laughing her arse off outside in the kitchen trying to finish her coffee and listening to Sam’s one-sided conversation. “Yes I know; she really should have a man to do it.” Mandy was just at that moment taking a mouthful of coffee, and snorted it up through her nose. Mandy bent over coughing, spluttering, trying to keep the brown liquid from messing her hair as it hung past her face; all the time laughing, or crying but utmost; trying to gain some sort of composure.   It wasn’t pretty! 

Sam chuckled quietly to herself, “Serve her right! ...Yes Mrs. Benson, being on all fours like that is so undignified.  Yes, Ah Huh I know.  You’re quite right!”  Amanda had tear running down her cheeks and still trying to rid herself of a nagging cough.  Sam, herself was having trouble keeping a steady voice.

“Yep!  But you know how single-mindedly independent she is; always trying new things.”

Sam knew she wasn’t going to last much longer without breaking up herself, “I tell what!  How about I get her to ring you when she’s finished?  I know it’s been awhile.  Yes I’ll tell her.  No! No, I’m sure she’ll love to go; yes Mrs Benson, I’ll make sure she does.  Ok then, yes ok bye.” 

Samantha put the phone down and broke out with uproarious laughing.

It was some minutes before she could get herself together enough to continue, “That was Mrs Benson, as you already know,” Wiping tears from her eyes, “and she wanted to know if your mother will be attending the Ladies Auxiliary Tennis Club Luncheon on Friday.”  Sam waited for Mandy to say something.  “You know she missed the last one because we had just beaten the fuck out of her the night before.”  Mandy frowned, “You mean I had; Don’t you?” 

Sam chuckled, “No I meant us.  We were both in on it. So we’re both responsible, but that’s beside the point.  What we have to decide is; what are we going to do about Mrs Benson and this Friday?”

Amanda sobered up quickly.  Mrs Benson wasn’t the sort of person to fob off lightly; she was like a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out scandal.  She revelled in spreading the sordid activities of those she didn’t know, and for that matter; those that she did.

“I think mum will have to attend this luncheon!”  Mandy mused, almost absentmindedly, “Anything else will have her around here in a heartbeat.  And while mum might be able to pull it off once or twice; sooner or later that gossipmonger will eventually get her talons into us and then all hell will break loose.”  Amanda paced into the lounge room as she spoke, “I just know it.”

“Well that settles it!”  Sam rubbed the back of her neck, “Mum will have to play respectable suburban housewife, mother and socialite for at least one more time.  I wonder how she’ll like that after all she’s been through.”

Mandy shrugged her shoulders, “Only one way to find out!  Let’s go tell her.”

Sam walked over to the hall table to pick up her keys instead. “Well actually; I have an appointment in town today, and I’m going to be late as it is.” Looking at her watch and giving Mandy a loving kiss on the cheek, “I’m sure you can find some humiliating way of telling blondie of her impending rendezvous with her snob club.”

Amanda looked a little put out, “Appointment! What appointment? And where IS this so called appointment?”

Sam grinned mischievously, “That’s my secret, and my surprise.  I’m not saying another word.  Besides; I don’t know if I can pull it off as yet.  Let’s just say that I think mum will enjoy it.”

Then she frowned, “At least I hope she will?”

Mandy held up her hands, “Ok, I’ll wait, but this had better be good.  I’m really starting to like tormenting mum.”  Sam giggled and gave Mandy a light peck on the cheek, “then go torment her now!”  She bounced towards the door: wiggling her arse provocatively, swinding her keys on the way.

Amanda shook her head, remembering back to when they were both in primary school.  Samantha hadn’t changed much; psychologically at least. She had always had an upbeat personality, which was something of a mystery since Mandy had found out about her mother’s abusive nature.  Mandy was in a quandary.  How had Sam so successfully hidden such treatment by her mother?  Especially with such a close relationship they had with each other.

Amanda went out to the back yard; making a mental note to ask Sam, her secret of her unshakable positive attitude.

~...~

Donnie was nowhere to be seen when Amanda returned.  blondie was leaning up against the wall of the house with splayed legs, the index figure of one hand lightly tapping and stroking her clit, her other trying to extract Donnie’s thin runny dog cum from her freshly fucked hole.  To any casual observer it would have looked like Donnie had blown his load and left blondie high and dry; to Amanda it looked suspiciously like she was holding herself on the brink of orgasm; something she herself did quite often.

blondie gazed at the strands of cum interlaced through her fingers.  “Do it you perverted bitch!  You know you want to.”  Amanda sneered. 

It was debatable as to whether or not blondie actually comprehended what her daughter had said; her hormone saturated brain seemed locked onto her cum covered fingers.  blondie’s eyes rolled up to meet her Mandy’s face; a dreamy smile flowing across her face.  Amanda goaded her once more, “Did you hear me you sick fuck?  Suck that cum off your fingers like a good little cunt dog.”  blondie winced at the verbal abuse, but did as she was told, shoving her whole hand into her mouth she greedily devoured the slime, bringing her over the top into an earth shattering orgasm.

~...~

A tattered poster flapped in the light breeze that read,

Satan resides at 21 Chapman Lane.

Abandon all hope of redemption, those who set foot in this HELLHOLE ON EARTH.

Damned are the purveyors of the sinful flesh.

Repent and pray on bended knee for forgiveness to the Lord thy God.

Only then will you be accepted into the arms of righteousness.

And live content with the lord our God.

Sam stood under an awning on the opposite side of the road from 21 Chapman Lane eyeing the building.  A sign lit in neon, ‘The Crystal Slipper’ hung over the entrance. The building while being colourful wasn’t at all gaudy in Sam’s opinion.  Her mother had painted this place as the den of iniquity, a dark forbidding sinful hole; a festering backwater on God’s blessed earth.  Her mother had given her the impression that there were men in trench coats hiding in darkened doorways ready and waiting for any unsuspecting female to wander within arms reach to be whisked away into immorality and damnation. 

Sam chuckled, “Mother always said I’d be going to hell for my sins.  Only today it’s someone else’s sins that I’m negotiating for.”  Taking a deep breath she stepped off the curb and headed for the main entrance, “It’s now or never.” She thought to herself as she looked both ways to see if anyone was looking.  As much as she didn’t have a problem with the profession that these women engaged in, her upbringing still made her slightly embarrassed to be knocking on this particular door.

The door swung open.  In front of Sam stood a man mountain, staring at her quizzically, “You girls know ya gotta use the back door.” His voice was almost childlike.  It shocked Sam to hear this giant of a man speak in such a manner. But there it was in front of her. Bring her attention back to the mountain himself; at her chest level was a belt buckle; she followed the line of buttons on the shirt up until she came to his face.  Sam almost ran, and probably would have if it weren’t for the fact that her brain was totally frozen in awe of how big this person was.  Her jaw dropped open and she stammered, “I...I’m not...Ahhh...not an employee! I haven’t come for a job”

The guy stood stock still in the doorway not budging an inch, Sam tried in vain to look past him, wishing she could be having this conversation indoors rather out here where anyone passing may recognised her.  After the initial shock had started to wane she cleared her throat, “I’m here to patronise your establishment.”  She said in a vain attempt to show some composure; when he didn’t look as though he understood; she rephrased her statement, “I’m here as a customer, not as a worker.”

Seconds passed like minutes, and Sam could almost see the cogs working in his head as he tried to comprehend her request; then from inside she heard a woman’s voice, “What is it Daniel!”  Daniel seemed to snap out of his mind lock, “It’s a young’n Ma’am.” He said over his right shoulder.  “Well show him then. Don’t leave him on the front step.”  Daniel’s face screwed up with confusion and indecision; Sam started to feel a little more at ease.  Sam realised then that Daniel wasn’t the sharpest knife in the draw despite his size; Daniel’s face still showed that childlike quality as he stood in the doorway.

Daniel continued, “Ummm... it ain’t a he, I mean...” then paused again; Sam giggled. “He ain’t a he.” Just as Daniel was winding himself up into a frenzy of confusion the door opened a little more to the sight of a woman Sam judged to be in her late thirties, dress in a grey pinstripe ‘A’ line skirt dropping below the knee; a white ruffed silk blouse, grey stockings and heels.  Sam thought she looked very attractive in a matronly kind of way.  Daniel got his thoughts together, “He’s a she!”  The woman raised her eyebrow, “Ohhh I see what you mean Daniel.”  The woman patted his arm, “Well don’t stand in the doorway all day Daniel, let the young lady in.” Extending her hand, “I’m Lady Penelope!” she stated in a rich English accent, introducing herself, “and this wonderful young man here is Daniel.  So my dear! And who might you be?”

Sam stuck her hand out, “Hi! Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” Lady Penelope raised her eyebrow a little, “Let me guess; your father wanted a boy?”   Sam giggled, Ummm... Well no... I have brothers, and ahhh... my name is actually Samantha.  Just everyone calls me Sam!”

Lady Penelope took Sam by the elbow and showed her into the foyer, “That’s very nice my dear but I’m not just everyone.  If your mother had wanted everyone to call you Sam, then that would have been the name she gave you, but since she named you Samantha, then I will do her the courtesy of using it, so Samantha you will be; besides, I think it has a certain regal ring to it. Don’t you?”  Sam hadn’t really thought much about her name, it was a tag, moniker and no more, no less but she decided not to debate this with her and just shrugged her shoulders.

Once inside Lady Penelope paused, “I have no wish to seem rude my dear; however we don’t get a lot of pretty young girls knocking on our door unless of course; they’re in the business...so to speak.  And you do seem to be a bit young.”  Sam felt the hot flush of embarrassment, “Ohhh dear, No... Ummm... I’m not in the business, I’m looking to ... Ahhh sort of patronise your establishment and I am over eighteen,” She burbled while fishing nervously in her purse; eventually locating her driver’s licence, and holding it out for inspection.

Lady Penelope took the offered card and examined it thoughtfully, “Your last name is Kerr?” She questioned.  Sam nodded, “It is! Is that a prob...?” Lady Penelope held up her hand to silence her and turned to Daniel, “Daniel! Would you be so kind as to see what is taking Vivien so long, she has an outcall and Robert is waiting in the car for her.”  Daniel nodded and backed down the hall, before turning around and heading off on his little errand.

Lady Penelope turned back to Sam, “Ms Kerr; if you would be so kind as to accompany me to my office, I think it might be best if we continue this conversation in private.”

~...~

Amanda sat crouched on her hunches waiting for her mother to come down off her orgasmic high while jealousy she felt infiltrated its ugly head into her train of thought.  It had been weeks since she had, had an orgasm of her own, and right now there was nothing she wanted more than to play with herself, but she knew to go down that road right now would be sheer folly.

“Do you do that often?” she asked as her mother started to come out of her haze.

blondie looked up at her daughter and blushed.  No matter how many times she had been caught in some act of perversion, it still brought overwhelming embarrassment, humiliation and constant wetness.  blondie tried to compose herself by wiping herself but only succeeded in smearing the residual cum over her grime encrusted face.  Amanda giggled, “Don’t worry about it mum, you look absolutely gorgeous the way you are.  I do believe dog cum, becomes you!”  With that Amanda giggled at her own play on words.  blondie rolled her eyes, “You’re so fucking hilarious my sweetheart,” she responded dryly, still trying unsuccessfully to make herself more presentably.

“What was the question you asked?” She quickly pressed to avoid more humiliating conversation.

Amanda sobered up, “I need some help; advice really and I think...” she stopped feeling slightly embarrassed, “I know we haven’t had a real mother/daughter talk before.  I kind of shied away from it because of....well you know...my sexual ...orientation.”  blondie smiled, as her heart leapt for joy.  Her daughter was asking her for advice; it had been one of her earnest wishes that her daughter would think her trustworthy enough to confide her most private thoughts, “I understand why you haven’t confided in me about sexual matters, but if you think about it.  Does it really matter what your orientation is?  Sex!  Whether it’s with a man or woman is still fraught with more or less the same perplexities.  You’re gay and I’m straight...that’s the only real difference!” blondie paused for a moment, then giggling she corrected herself, “If you call letting a dog fuck you can be called straight.”

Amanda smiled, “You’re not as straight as you might think.  I seem to remember your participation with Samantha and me.  Maybe bi would be more accurate.”  blondie thought for a second, then gave Amanda a sympathetic shake of her head, “No darling, I’m as hetero as they come.  What I did or do for you and Sam makes me cringe; sorry but I hated it with a passion; and still do.”  Amanda frowned, “But I distinctly remember you ogling my tits while you fingered yourself to orgasm, when you were telling us how this all started.”  blondie smiled, “That was my humiliation and degradation motivating my hormones, nothing more; I realised later on that I really don’t have a thing for women.”

Amanda looked thoughtfully at her mother, “Then why do it?” she said, “Sam and I won’t really force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

blondie looked down with a sly grin on her face as she brought her right hand up to her left nipple; rolling it and pulling it at the same time, “There lays the paradox!” she moaned. 

Amanda felt a twinge in her pussy as she watched her mother play with her nipple, “You see it’s not the act of licking a pussy that gets me going, but the degradation and humiliation that comes with it that fires me up.”

“There was something that I didn’t tell you and Sam about when I found out about your father...” blondie paused again and clenched her thighs, “Ohhh god; even now it still gets me hot and wet.”

Amanda started to feel light headed and realised that she was breathing hard listening to her mother; wanting her carry on with her confession while trying desperately to stop from playing with herself, “So?  Don’t stop there!  You started now you finish it.” 

blondie blushed and her cunt seeped at the thought of what she was going to say, “Your father cheated on me. I told everyone that it was with his secretary and that he had left with her to start a new life; not that that matters.  In the process he still made a fool of me; he used me for his sick fantasies and abused my trust.  I was angry at first that he could do such a thing to someone that loved him so dearly.  To me!  Then I realised, I had allowed it to happen; I realised I was the Prima Donna of dumb blonde jackasses!  Thinking back over the past years I sudden saw the writing on the wall; it was all there in black and white.”  blondie started to groan, “You know I was only 16 when I married your father, and only then because I was pregnant with you.  He had started fucking me years before that though; I was thirteen when I lost my virginity to him, he was twenty three. After that I tried other boys but they were inept compared your father, so I pursued him with a vengeance and won; or lost; depending now on how you look at it. Looking at it now he wasn’t interested in me personally but just that I was a child he could molest and do what he wanted with.  I’m just glad that your grandparents aren’t here to see it.  They...No... never mind.”

“To me he was my knight in shining armour on his trusty steed, someone to rescue me from my interfering and doting parents. I know it sounds corny... Ohhh how fucking stupid I was, but I had my fantasy and that was all my empty bubblehead could see.  What sort of a dumbfuck couldn’t see that as time went on the sex got less and less; that his interest in me waned as I grew older, and to top it all off; I was too absorbed with my bimbo airhead ways that I completely miss all the signs.” 

blondie was now weeping silently  and Amanda rubbed her shoulder in sympathy, “Hind sight is a wonderful thing mum, but you can’t hold yourself responsible for his deception.” 

blondie sniffed and wiped at her tear streaked face, “You may be right there sweetheart, but that’s not the whole of it.  As I remembered back to what had happened to me over the years, I got more and more embarrassed; I felt humiliated and used, and then to my astonishment I got horny as hell.  My pussy would itch something terrible, and I had to wear panty liners to absorb my wetness. I waved it off as not having a decent fuck for years but the more I thought it about the hornier I got and the more I masturbated.  I would fuck myself stupid for hours thinking how much of a fuckwit I’d been; I could hardly walk the next day.  My sister and Sam are right!  I am stupid, naive, and gullible!  blondie is a good descriptive name for me.  I’m a total airhead! I am your typical dumb blonde bimbo and if I had two healthy grey cells to rub together then I’d be twice as smart as I really am.  All I needed to cap it all off was fucking balloon tits, six inch stilettos and chewing gum.”

Amanda watched as her mother fingered her clit and wondered how she had survived these last couple of years without going completely insane, “I think you’re a little too hard on yourself mum.  I have always thought of you as intelligent, clever and caring!  You’re my mother and I have never wanted any other.  Ohhh sure!  There have been times when I could have cheerfully strangled you; times when you drove me to distraction, but you are the mother I have always wanted.”

blondie sighed and realised that she had been masturbating in front of her daughter, “See I can’t even have a simple conversation with my daughter without fucking myself.”

Amanda started to giggle.  This whole conversation had taken on a comical note, “Ohhh mum you are such a treasure.”  blondie looked at Mandy in bewilderment, “What’s that supposed to mean?” With blondie still sniffling Amanda tried to control her amusement, “I have just realised that all this can be brought down to one simple fact; one that you can’t be condemned for.  Mum!  Everything you do is full on; there is no middle ground for you. When you were in love, it was total, when you are being my mother; it is absolute; you never failed to be a diligent, loving, and caring.  Even now as a dog fuck, you have to be the lowest skank possible!  So now you’re taking on the roll of this airhead, bimbo persona, I’m sure you will excel at it!”  With her last comment, Amanda broke up laughing again. This caught blondie’s funny bone and she started to laugh along with Mandy, “Yes! I suppose you could be right.  I’m certainly fucked up; aren’t I?” 

blondie sobered up with the thought that all this talking wasn’t helping Amanda with her problem, “So now we have some of my kinks ironed out, what was it you wanted to ask me?”

Amanda shook her head, “It really doesn’t matter anymore, and you have definitely helped me put it all into perspective. It’s been good talking with you; mum, you’ve helped me a lot.”   blondie wasn’t sure she had helped at all, but allowed Amanda the freedom to disclose as much or as little as she felt comfortable in doing.  blondie waved her hand around, “All that matters now is that I have what I want at this moment and I have no desire at this time to go back to my plastic socialite life.”

Amanda suddenly straightened up, “Ahhh yes!  Well! Ummm...that brings me to the actual reason I came out here to see you.”

~...~

Samantha sat nervously watching Lady Penelope tap her licence ID on the arm rest of her chair, she extended her hand, “May I have my licence back please?”  Lady Penelope stirred out of her deliberation, “Ohhh sorry my dear; here, I was being rude.”  Sam spoke as she located the right pocket in her purse and stowed her licence, “Don’t apologise; I can see that there is something troubling you; may I enquire as to the nature of your unrest.”  Lady Penelope frowned as she pondered this enigma sitting in front of her desk, “I am acquainted with another woman with the same last name as yourself.  I have had some rough dealings with this woman, and distrust her or anyone associated with her.” 

Sam hung her head. She feared that this might be the case, but wanted to see this through, “If you are referring to a Mrs. Constance Anne Kerr, then yes.  I am her daughter Samantha!”  Lady Penelope stood with rising anger flushing across her face, “Then young lady!  I will bid you Good Bye.  You have nothing that could possible interest me.”

Sam sat still without looking up, “You know Ma’am, you and my mother have some interesting traits in common.”

Lady Penelope fumed, “How dare you compare me to that tyrannical pompous ass you call your mother. She believes she’s the morality police incarnate, here to judge others by her own set of moral standards.  She comes here without so much as a by-your-leave and throws her weight around. In the beginning I was amenable, but she wouldn’t listen.  She went ahead and posted her trash up outside my establishment and picketed day and night.  I have never met a person I dislike more.  Let me tell you; I run an honest and perfectly legal operation; my staff have their health checks on a regular basis.  None of my girls are on drugs, and if I found they were, then I would direct them to rehab, and advise them that maybe this sort of work isn’t for them. None of my girls are here because they have to be; they’re here because they like the work and want to be here.  I also have a bad feeling that, that bitch may have put you up to this so she can gain sympathy with the authorities to have my place shut down.”  Lady Penelope was almost spitting as her tirade came to a conclusion.

Amanda sat quietly and listened to her, smiling inside herself as the woman almost had a cerebral haemorrhage.  Her mother had certainly done a number on this poor woman.  As Lady Penelope finished, Sam stood as if to leave, “As I stated before; you and my mother have certain elements in common.” Lady Penelope stood with her hands firmly ensconced on her hips, “What on earth are you prattling about you silly child?” 

Samantha turned back to stare defiantly at the woman behind the desk; “Let me tell you a little about my relationship with my mother. She and I are at totally opposite ends of the spectrum.  You are right when you said she never listens, I have had to deal with that trait of hers for many a year...”Sam paused, giving Lady Penelope a chance to pick up on her meaning, “and one other thing; as vicious as my poor deluded mother is; there is one thing she would never ever do, and that would be to put her own daughter into a situation where it would put my so called godly status and or moral health in jeopardy.”

Lady Penelope’s face flushing meant only one thing, and finally she said “Touché my dear!”  Lady Penelope realised then that at no time had Samantha challenged her right to carry on her business; she had in fact been quite responsive to her life choices, “Please forgive me for my outburst, it’s just that, that...that woman rattles me to my wits end.”  Lady Penelope indicated to Samantha to sit as she herself sat back into her chair, “Please go on; it must have been hard to grow up in a household with her.”

Sam smiled, “You have no idea!  My mother has ruled our home with the bible and an iron fist; if she knew I was here, there’s no telling what she would do to me. So I implore you to keep this meeting strictly confidential.  I know and understand that this would be a feather in your cap and you could use it to inflict some serious damage on her, and I wouldn’t blame you if you did.  I have to tell you though; I have been on the rough side of my mother many, many times, and have no wish to revisit such times again.”

Lady Penelope had picked up her pen and was twirling it through her fingers as Samantha spoke.  Samantha had impressed her by her decorum. Her logical mind screamed furiously not to be taken in, as her instincts, and intuition quelled the fires of rage. This child spoke both eloquently and fluently and displayed a maturity and decisiveness, many years above her obvious age. 

Smilingly she countered, “You’re right!  It would give me no end of pleasure to grind that irritating woman’s nose in this, but I have my professional pride to think of, and that is to keep anything that happens inside this establishment confidential.  I have many wealthy and influential patrons, and they depend on mine and my staff’s discretion, as I depend on their patronage; you have nothing to fear.” 

Samantha nodded, “Thank you!  That relieves my anxiety no end.  I am just now recovering from her last bout of abuse and don’t think I could go through that again.”

Lady Penelope stopped her twirling, “So the rumours are true then?”

Samantha stared at her, wondering if she knew; and if so; then how? Penelope continued, “The grapevine has it that one of the... let’s say...one of Constance’s folds had strayed and she had publicly humiliated this wayward child in church.”  Sam blushed. Of all that had happened; the beatings, the mental and verbal abuse; her public humiliation was by far the worst she had to deal with, “Ohhh dear...I...I’m sorry....I Ahhh...I hadn’t realised that it had got out this far.  How did you find out about it?”

Penelope held up her hand, “Please don’t be embarrassed and by no means apologise.  Let us just say, I have my sources; not all attending church are good God fearing Christians such as your mother, some have used my services to...let see... fill a need; you might say.  The clients quite often gossip unreservedly with my girls. It’s the reason I hold all my girls responsible to keep such gossip in house.  It must have hurt awfully to be treated as you were by someone you trusted?”

Samantha brushed a stray hair away from her face and looked mournfully at Penelope, “What doesn’t kill only makes you stronger! They say!”

“Yes THEY do! But I doubt that THEY have gone through what you have, none the less; well said my dear.  You appear to me to be a very strong minded and assured woman. I commend you on your fortitude.”  Sam blushed anew, “Thank you...I think, but I haven’t come out of it totally unscathed; it has come at a very heavy price. My mother’s invidious nature has left some long lasting scars.”

Lady Penelope now felt only remorse at bringing back painful memories for Samantha, “I am truly sorry then for bringing it up.”  Penelope dropped her pen onto her desk and took a deep breath, “Let’s get off this unsavoury subject and to the reason for your visit.”

Samantha smiled but wondered if it was going to be any easier to now divulge her mission here, and Penelope caught her apprehension, “Don’t worry my dear; In my years in this industry, I have heard and seen it all.  I do not judge another’s kinks.  I suggest you just tell it like it is.”

Sam feeling easier sighed, and prepared to start from the beginning.

~..~

Samantha came into the lounge room and wrapped her arms around Mandy’ neck hugging her tightly and kissed her passionately.  “Wow!  What was that for?”  She said, taking Amanda by surprise.  Sam smiled, “Just because I love you so much!  You are my pillar of strength and I just wanted to remind you.”

Amanda smiled, “If that’s the way you want to show me how much you love me, then I can handle you telling anytime you want...don’t ever let me forget.”  Sammy giggled, “You can count on many more reminders.”  Samantha turned to walk into the kitchen, but Mandy tapped her on the shoulder, “Well! How’d your meeting go?”  Sam waved it off, “Well!  I think; I won’t know until later this afternoon though.  Where’s mum?”

“The bitch is in her kennel!” Amanda sighed.

Sam raised her eyebrow at the way Mandy had said it, “And did you tell about her rendezvous with her tennis club ladies?”

Amanda sighed, “Why do you think she’s in her kennel? She sulking and she won’t come out.  The bitch just completely refuses to obey me. I have tried everything I can think of; I’ve reasoned with her, cajoled, and bribed her as well as threatened, I even went so far as to tell I’ll have Donnie sent to the dog pound if she didn’t relent.”

Samantha gave Mandy that, “I don’t believe you said that” look, “You really think she’d believe you would be willing to send Donnie away?”

Amanda threw up her hands in frustration, “I know I was clutching at straws, but I had run out of ideas.  You’re the psyche major!  You do better!”

Sam stormed out into the backyard, “Ohhh I’ll do more than better.  blondie! Get your fat arse out here now,” she boomed.

There was a resounding, “NO!” from inside the kennel.

“See!” Amanda responded. Sam opened the gate and shouted, “blondie! So help me, if I have to crawl in there and get you; I can guarantee to shove my fist so far up your arse that I’ll be able to drag you out by your tonsils.”

Amanda was standing behind Sam drinking a glass of lemonade at the same moment that Sam had delivered her ultimatum.  She choked and spluttered her drink all over the patio as she tried to laugh at what her sweet little Sammy had said, “Ohhh god...cough, cough...not again.  I think I’m gonna suffocate this time, it’s running out of my nose; Again! Damn you Sam!  A little warning next time Please!” She managed to squeak out.

Sam was giggling to herself but managed to control her facial expression, “I said; Now blondie!”

blondie meekly stuck her head around the corner of the doorway, “I don’t want to have anything to do with those self absorbed gossip mongers.  I just want to stay right here where I feel safe and comfortable.”

Samantha pointed to the grass under the clothesline, “Out here or I’ll kick that sloppy cunt of yours to town and back. Now move it!”

Amanda had recovered a little from her coughing to ask, “So where in your psychology coarse does it deal in this way with a stubborn fuck bitch?”  Sam just smiled.

blondie knew she really didn’t have a choice, but that didn’t stop her from complaining, “Stop your whinging you stupid bitch,”  Sam spat.  Once blondie was where Sam could get her undivided attention she knelt and grabbed both blondie’s nipples with her thumb and forefingers, “Now listen here you poor excuse for a human being.  You’re not much more than a life support system for a cunt; so I’ll make this as simple as I can.” 

blondie eyes popped open at Samantha remark as her cunt contracted and exuded a string a slime.  She tried to pull away, but only ended up having Sam clench harder onto her nipples; she then went to grab Sam’s hands to alleviate the pain shooting up her tits and into her shoulders, “Don’t even try it you fuckwit.  One yank down on these little puppies and I’ll remove them both with my thumbnails.”

blondie just knelt there bawling her eyes out as Sam continued, “Now this is the way it will be! You are going to that luncheon whether you fucking like it or not; you will play the prim and proper suburban socialite one more time; you will entertain your tennis club ladies with your inane chatter and you will keep them from finding out what a degenerate little dog fucking skank to really are.”  blondie shrieked in pain as Samantha squeezed her nipples to drive home her point, “Because if you don’t; and that Benson bitch comes snooping around here for answers to why your ignoring her, and you know she will; she’s going to find out about our little over full skeleton cupboard!  And you what that means? Your little escapade as a fuck bitch will be out in public before you’ve had time to swallow Donnie’s last load of cum and we may very well all end up in jail.”

Sam let go of her nipple letting blondie grab them to massage away the pain, “Let me give you a little more advice. The last person you want as a cell mate is me.”  She cuffed blondie behind the head to get her attention; blondie looked up, “I know pain, and I know how to inflict it to the max. So don’t fuck with me!”

blondie sobbed as she clung to her bruised nipple, “I’ll do it.”

Samantha turned and went inside.  Amanda looked at her mother sobbing on her knees, back to Sam, then back to her mother, “Well mother!  Don’t you wish you had listened to me now?”  Amanda didn’t wait for an answer as she turned to follow Sam back inside.  Sam was sitting on the couch staring at the coffee table, but Amanda didn’t think she was actually looking at it, “You ok darling?”  Sam swung her gaze up to Mandy’s concerned face, “I went too far...Didn’t I?”

Amanda smiled and rubbed her shoulder, “On the contrary; I think you were superb out there.  I do have one question though.  What chapter in your Psychology Manual deals with how to handle that particular situation?”

Sam giggled, “Chapter 14.9.6...How to win the co-operation of a dog fucker with nipple torture.”

They both broke up laughing.  Samantha got up and walked back into the kitchen to see what blondie was doing, “She’s still out in the yard!” She looked over her shoulder to Mandy, “Did you tell her to stay?”  Amanda came up and put both her hands on Sam’s shoulders as they both looked out of the sliding glass doors, “No! She’s probably just too shit scared to move.”

Samantha brought her hand up and laid it on Mandy’s, “I love her as much as you do, and you know that; Right?”  Amanda nuzzled her ear, “I know and so does she, but I think you love her a little bit more than I do!”  She said nibbling Samantha’s ear, “Ohhh stop it. I do not!”  Sam knew what her lover was alluding to, “I just like to see how far she will go... that’s all.” She said with a cheeky smile.

Amanda laughed, “You and I both know she will go as far as you’re willing to push her!”  Sam moved closer to Amanda, “I have always dreamt, but never dared to believe that we would be here like this now.” 

Amanda squeezed Sam’s shoulders, “You dreamed of my mother being a dog fuck?” Sam nudged Mandy in the ribs, “Noooooo! I mean as a family.  For as long as I can remember this house was a safe haven from my fucked up world.  I used to make believe that Mrs, T was my mother and that you were my twin sister.  All my good memories I have are with you and blondie out there.  I remember the childish inane conversation we have had with your mother; never once did she tell us to stop and grow up.  She’s been good to me.  You both have!” 

Amanda tightened her grip on Sam, rocking her bit, “She been good to both of us. I was wondering about how you manage to conceal the treatment your mother dealt out to you; especially as we were so close and everything.”  Sam cuddled into Amanda, “You and your mother my darling!” She flatly stated, “It was the refuge that I knew was here that enabled me to get though and I had no wish to assault you with my mother’s abuse.”  Sam smiled and gave Mandy a peck on the cheek.

Sam spun around, “You remember that afternoon we were discussing what we wanted to be when we grew up...Remember?”  Mandy screwed her face, then shook her head, “No; not particularly!”  Sam dragged Mandy around the other side of the kitchen counter, “Yes you do!  We were only about five at the time; I said I wanted to be a ballerina and spun around until I was so dizzy, I almost fell over.  You giggled and went on to munch some more biscuit with a thoughtful look on your face.  Your mother was laughing at me and my antics as she chopped up some vegies for dinner; she said to you, “Go on sweetheart, what do you want to be?”  And you finally said in a serious voice; you wanted to be a Tight Rope Walker in the circus.”  Recognition finally dawned on Amanda, “Ohhh Yeah! Now I remember, and mum laughed at me, and I got really upset.”  Sam giggled, “You crossed your arms and in a very indignant little girl’s voice, wanted to know why she thought you couldn’t be a tight rope walker.”

Mandy sat down and thought, “She said I’d have to get over my fear of heights before I could do that job.”  Sam giggled again, “So you dragged a chair into the kitchen and started to get up on it to show her she was wrong; you had both hands on the back of the chair and when you stood up you froze and couldn’t let go.” “Ohhh god! I was so scared” Mandy interrupted, “I think I even started crying until mum came and got me down.”  “We were both crying!”  Sammy sighed.

“You were afraid that I was going to fall as well?”  Mandy seemed surprised.

Sam shook her head, “No... I knew you wouldn’t fall!  You were gripping that chair so hard; your knuckles were turning white, but what you didn’t see in your panic, was your mother hovering only a foot away from you...ready.  She was letting you test your limits, but was there as always to rescue you if you got into trouble.  My mother would have scolded me for being silly and left me there to either fall off or find some nerve to get down myself.  That day I wanted to be you on that chair and your mother coming to my rescue.”  Amanda threw her arms around Sam, “Ohhh my poor sweetheart; we’re both here to catch you now.”

Just then Samantha’s mobile sprang to life with the tune to; “You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals.  So let's do it like they do on the discovery channel” Sam fumbled with her phone, “This is it!  This is the call I was waiting for.” Amanda rolled her eyes, “Ohhh Please!”  Sam giggled as she put the phone to her ear, “I set this tunes so I would know who it is; I thought it was very appropriate.”Amanda just shook her head in amazement. 

Sam then turned her attention to her caller, “Hello! Yes this is Samantha!  I’m so pleased you got back to me... yes... Ah Huh...yes...Ohhh good....thank you so much... yes I will...about six thirty...sevenish.  You have been just wonderful...yes Ma’am, I will...Ok! See you later on tonight and thank you once again.   Bye!”  Samantha flipped the phone shut and wiggled her shoulders and hips, “Show time!”  Amanda giggled, “So now are you going to tell me what this is all about?”  Samantha became serious, “You trust me; don’t you?”  Mandy nodded, “I want this to be a surprise. So all I will tell you is; that every precaution has been taken to keep blondie safe, and to protect her anonymity.  At no time will she be in any real danger; and I can also guarantee that she’ll be so humiliated and degraded that she’ll be cumming buckets.”

Sam handed Amanda a small aerosol can, “What’s this?”  Sam smiled, “It’s a muscle relaxant! Much better than a ball gag; one squirt down the ol’gullet and bingo!  No more bitchin!”

Amanda frowned, “And how do you suggest I get her to take it?”

Sam waved a flowery hand in the air, “You’ll think of something!”

Amanda grinned, “You are a treasure trove of kinky and perverted thoughts. You really are a wicked woman!”  Samantha giggled, “As my mother would say: - May I rot in hell!”  Mandy giggled and kissed Sam, “If you do then you won’t be alone; I’m sure my mother and I will be right there with you.”  Sam cupped Mandy pussy and gave it a little rub, “Satan won’t know what hit him my darling,” she cooed in a sensual voice.  Amanda shivered at the stroking of her clit, “Ohhh Goddddd Please stop; I need all my frustrations to get though this evening.”

~...~

Amanda and Sam spent the rest of the afternoon getting blondie ready for her ordeal.  Washing took time and after several goes; blondie was radiating a healthy glow.  She then had her paw mittens and legs restraints secured in place; along with knee pads.  With her hair parted right down the middle and tied with pink ribbons into two pigtails; it made her look like she had two floppy ears on either side of her head.  blondie complained, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Amanda swatted her on the rump, “Because we can!”  blondie had a feeling of dread; this wasn’t good, she thought.  “The girls were way too jubilant and frisky.”

Sam went back inside to get the leashes while Mandy produced the spray can, “What’s that?”  blondie asked with unease.  “Just breath freshener! You have a bad case of dog’s breath; now open up!”  blondie wasn’t convinced and Amanda grabbed one of her nipples as Sam had done that morning, “Open up or I squeeze!” blondie screwed up her face, “Why on earth do you keep going for my nipples?”  Amanda giggled, “Because they are so out there and available, and it’s an effective way to get you to do what we want. Now do what you’re fucking told and open that cum trap of yours, or I dig my nails in.”

blondie opened her mouth, but not as far as Mandy wanted, so she dug her nail into blondie’s nipple, “Wider you cum slut!”  blondie squealed and opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could.  Amanda sprayed a quirt of liquid down her throat and immediately blondie knew it wasn’t breath freshener, “That’s not freshener...” but as she spoke her voice failed her and in the end all she could get out was a whimper. “Geee! That works fast.” Amanda commented; all blondie could do now was whine, “You even sound like a dog,” She laughed.

“I don’t know about sounding like a dog but it certainly stopped her complaining!” Sam commented from behind.

When Donnie saw the leashes; he bound over to Sam knowing they were going for a walks.  blondie; still concerned about losing her voice, opened her eyes up as wide as saucers, and then she shook her head as Sam connected her leash to her collar; not being able to speak; she pulled back to get away, but stopped dead in her tracks as Amanda slammed a rolled newspaper down on her butt.  blondie yelped, and spun around tethered to her leash, at which Donnie took a half dozen steps away from blondie; not wanting to get some of what the bitch had got.

“Now THAT sounded like a dog yelp!” Sam jested.

Amanda got down level with blondie’s face, shaking the newspaper at her, “I don’t want any more trouble out of you. You have two choices! You can go for walks without any more complaints, or you go for walks, whimpering all you like with this newspaper shove up your arse.  You choose!”