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Dare Two
Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only. rache696@yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
Story Codes: F/Dog+, M+/F, Bestiality, Fantasy, Ds, Romance

Dare Two
by Rachael

Chapter Five


Bandy was fucking me and I was feeling sore. My brothers had shown up
soon after Mike and Jay's second orgasms and they'd found the two boys
sitting on the floor, drinking sodas and grinning at each other as I
cleaned my pussy with my fingers, licking the spermy mixture from my
hand while they watched. I had no idea if I might get pregnant or not.
For a little while I'd tracked my cycle with the moon, but that had
become boring and pointless after a few months, and like most of my
other human habits I'd given it up.

The days came and went and I tried to remember how long it had been
since my last period, but I couldn't remember if it had been just
before or after the funeral. The memories all ran together really and
when I thought about them it was like catching random glimpses of my
life. Near as I could figure I should have been having my period any
time, so I was a little disappointed because I didn't think I was
probably fertile. I was just a dog though, so I contented myself with
the thought that I could have been wrong too.

Barley had come first, sniffing the air and barking to call the
others. He could smell the sex plainly and he regarded the boys a
little coolly, but he was used to them now and I was chained down. He
understood that meant I was fair game for anyone who wanted me. That
didn't stop him from asserting his proper place as the leader of our
little pack though. He mounted me quickly, slamming his cock inside my
cunt so hard that I yelped with pain and turned my head, trying to
bite him. I'd have refused him probably, if I could have, just because
he was being mean. He gripped me tightly with his front paws and
punished me with his cock, there's no other word for it. Dogs get
jealous like anyone else and they do have tempers. Barley was blaming
me because he hadn't had me first. He could be such a puppy sometimes.

It took me a few minutes to get used to him and Barley was going full
speed anyway, ramming the length of his huge dog cock in and out of me
like a hot piston, squirting fuck juices out the sides of my cunt with
loud sounds that made his brothers bark impatiently. Bush and Bandy
were both sporting long red erections as they paced around us and
Barley would warn them away if one got too close. He was working to
get the knot inside me and that wasn't difficult at all since I was
already seriously soaked. Barley locked me up quickly and short
stroked me for another minute at the most before he was cumming.

As soon as he was able to get free of me a dozen minutes later, Bush
took Barley's place. He gave me a curious lick which made me shiver
and then he was inside me, digging his claws against the floor as he
tried to find traction, and his cock was rushing in and out of my sex
wildly. He'd been waiting too long to be gentle, Bush just wanted to
get his sperm inside me as fast as he could so that my puppies would
be his. I dropped my head to the floor, panting for air as I was
rocked violently beneath the animal.

My pussy was sore already and I still had Bandy to look forward to.
Sometimes it was like this, I knew that, my brothers would get in a
mood and fuck my pussy until I was raw and tender from the abuse. I'd
make them pay later though, first by giving me a bath with their
tongues, which was always special, and then I'd make them wait a few
days before I'd let them mate with me again. Not only because I'd need
the rest, but it was good to frustrate them once in awhile. I spoiled
my brothers terribly with sex, mostly because I enjoyed it so much
myself. If I got my menstruation that would make it even better, or
worse if you like, because they loved it when I was on my period. My
brothers thought that was when I was really in season and they'd get
very competitive with each other to fuck me.

Bandy finally got his turn and he wasn't being gentle either, but
there was little I could do about it. I had deep scratches in my sides
now and I could feel myself wet with blood and the wounds burned as my
salty sweat would get in them. My pussy ached and it felt as if there
were a fire burning inside it. I had some cramps and my knees were
stiff, my thighs aching from being in that position and having to
support the weight of my oversized brothers during our sex. I'd
suffered through this before, many times for my Master's pleasure but
it had been a long time and I'd almost forgotten what it could be like
after an hour of hard fucking while I was chained down.

The two Indian boys just sat there, both of them hard again and
stroking their cocks slowly while they watched us. They probably
planned on fucking me again themselves, but I wasn't sure how my
brothers were going to take that. I wouldn't resist them if Mike and
Jay wanted to fuck, but I really hoped Barley wouldn't get upset and
decide he needed to fuck me again just to show the Indians who the
dominant male was. I'd be seriously worn out if that happened and all
I really wanted was to be let loose after Bandy was finished so I
could stretch and lie down for awhile. I was pretty tired.

I didn't get exactly what I wanted, but it wasn't so bad either.
Barley didn't protest when Jay got up so he could fuck me after Bandy
finally pulled his cock loose from my pussy. We'd been locked up for
only a short time, maybe five minutes, or a little longer, but not
much. I was very stretched by the time he was done and when the knot
came free a great flood of our juices spilled out to join the large
puddle that already stained the floor beneath me. I was drenched from
my ass down to my knees with the remains of all that sex and the room
was ripe with the odor of our mating.

Jay didn't mind however, he knelt behind me and entered me so quickly
and easily that I barely felt him at all. The dogs were much thicker
than Jay's human penis was, longer too, and my pussy had been wrapped
around my brothers' knots, so I wasn't sure what it was like for Jay.
I guessed it was okay for him. The boy didn't complain anyway, he just
fucked me wordlessly, thrusting his cock into the soggy sperm filled
mess of my cunt for perhaps five minutes before he told us he was
cumming.

Mike took his turn then and even though the boy was a bit thicker than
his brother, it was just a pleasant squishing sensation for me. It was
like being massaged from the inside out more than being truly fucked,
and it actually felt pretty good. I just kept my cheek on the floor,
sighing softly and keeping my eyes closed as Mike fucked his human
penis in and out of me at a leisurely pace.

"Oh shit!" Jay suddenly said and we could all hear the truck pulling
up to the house.

"Oh man!" Mike started fucking me faster, as if he was going to cum
before his dad caught us.

"What are you doing?" Jay was scrambling to get dressed. "Get dressed,
Mike!"

"I'm gonna cum...ah...Dammit!" Mike pulled out of me as the truck stopped
and the engine shut-off with a dying growl a second later.

Both boys were trying to get dressed as quickly as they could and my
brothers and I just watched them with bemused confusion. It was only
their father and he'd fucked me plenty of times, so why would he be
mad if his sons did it? Humans had never made much sense to me, even
when I'd been one, so I just lay there, getting on my side with my
tummy close to the eyebolt. I could at least stretch myself out that
way and that felt pretty good.

"Where's the keys?" Jay was asking.

"What?" Mike had his t-shirt covering his face and his head popped
onto his shoulders with wide brown eyes. "You got them!"

"I don't...Oh, yeah..." Jay almost laughed as he pulled the two keys for
my padlocks out of his jeans pocket.

"What's this?" Joe's voice suddenly froze the two boys, Mike half
dressed, Jay still barefoot and holding the keys in his hand like he
was offering them to his brother.

"Uh, hey dad." Mike said.

"You chained her down?" Joe blinked at me.

"No dad, uh, she did it..." Jay tried to explain.

"She did it, huh?" Joe looked a little angry and I'd never seen him
like that before and so I sort of curled up in case he got mad at me
for starting it.

"She did it to herself." Mike nodded and he was buttoning his pants.
"I asked her what the ring was for and she just...Showed us, kinda."

"What did I tell you about staying away from her?" Joe shook his head
and looked at me. "You look like you've been put through a wringer."

"The, uh, the dogs sorta did it too." Jay cleared his throat.

"They do it everyday probably." Joe sighed and his anger was going
away quickly.

He wasn't the sort of man who could stay mad at anything for very
long, especially not his boys. Of course he'd fucked me plenty of
times himself so being mad at Jay and Mike was a little like the pot
calling the kettle black, as my Master liked to say. Joe had probably
planned on getting a little bit of me for himself, since we'd been
doing it several times a week ever since the funeral. He was good man,
but not a Master, unfortunately. He'd never have the heart to
discipline me when I needed it, which I often did, if the truth be
told.

"Well, I guess I can't blame you guys too much, she is, uh...She's
awfully pretty." Joe coughed lightly.

It was just common sense finally asserting itself. Joe couldn't
seriously have expected his two sons, who were just eighteen and
nineteen years old, flushed with youthful vigor, to spend every day
around a naked young woman who was offering herself to them sexually.
He probably expected to catch them fucking me even sooner than it had
finally happened. I don't know anything about fathers and sons or any
of that stuff, but he had to know we were going to do it. Joe also
knew I'd never tell anyone, at least not in the literal sense.

"She's really a dog, ain't she dad?" Mike asked. "I mean like White
Cloud says."

"Yeah, I guess. Listen, you don't tell anybody about this, you
understand me? If your mom finds out there's going to be hell to pay,
believe me." Joe stared at his sons.

"Yeah, no. We won't." Jay promised and his brother was agreeing as
well.

"I mean it, not your friends, not anybody." Joe was being very
serious. "We're looking after her, that's all. If she wants to let you
guys, uh, do it with her that's...I don't know what that is...The
important thing is she doesn't belong to you or me or anybody, got
that?"

"Yeah, dad." The boys answered together, both of them looking a little
shocked at the idea that I might be owned.

Joe knew better though, he'd seen me owned and knew it was what I
wanted more than anything, to have an owner and Master again. Joe also
knew it wasn't going to be him or his sons though, he was pretty smart
that way, I thought.

"Did you guys use condoms at least?" Joe asked and then frowned at the
guilty silence that answered him.

"We didn't really think about it." Jay finally said.

"She didn't say anything." Mike offered.

"She never says anything, stupid." Jay elbowed his brother.

"Sometimes she does." Mike elbowed him back.

"She hasn't said anything since she told us about the vitamins." Jay
shook his head. "That was like a month ago."

"So? She still talked, didn't she?" Mike replied.

"Quiet, both of you." Joe said and then looked at me. "When's your,
uh, your period, Dare?"

I just shrugged because I'd been wondering the same thing, sort of.

"Shoot." Joe wasn't really happy that I wasn't going to tell him
anything, but he must have had some idea that I was due anyway, since
I hadn't had one in almost a month.

"You think we got her pregnant, dad?" Mike asked.

"You best hope you didn't." Joe shook his head. "Give me those keys.
Go fix some dinner for the dogs and then get home, the both of you."

"Yes sir." Jay said, walking over to his dad to give him the keys. Joe
hadn't moved from the doorway at all.

"Yes sir." Mike echoed, grabbing his socks and boots and deciding he'd
finish getting dressed someplace else. Jay followed his brother a few
moments later, grabbing his own footwear with a quick glance over his
shoulder at me.

"They didn't hurt you or anything, did they?" Joe asked as he knelt to
unlock me from the chain and I shook my head. "Good, I wondered how
long that was gonna take."

As soon as I was free I stood up just so I could stretch properly and
I thought about washing myself at the sink, but I just wanted to crawl
between my brothers and rest. I was pretty sore down between my legs
and my waist was gouged and throbbing on both sides from the dogs'
claws. It reminded me that they owed me a good tongue bath and after I
slept for awhile I'd make sure I collected on that.

Joe had seen the scratches though and he was going to take care of
them, much as my Master had done. I'd have ignored them, but my Master
had always been attentive and he'd chided me constantly for not taking
better care of myself. An infection would be a bad thing and so I had
to wait until the man had found a washcloth and the anti-bacterial
cream on the rack. I didn't mind so much, except it kind of stung just
a little, but Joe was gentle and it felt good after he was done.

"I'll have to pick up some more of this stuff." Joe smiled at me with
his big round face. "You should lie down."

I was already halfway there and I smiled at the Indian as I pushed my
body between Barley and Bandy, wedging myself between the two dogs
until I was comfortable. They had their eyes closed, but they weren't
sleeping, just resting before dinner. We really were very spoiled now,
all of us, and getting fat too. Joe's sons fed us too much and we
didn't exercise properly since we had no Master to take us outside and
give us a reason to caper about and show-off. We just did what we felt
like doing and that was always bad for lazy spoiled dogs like us.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I wasn't pregnant, much more to Joe's relief than mine, but that was
simply because I had no idea how to plan ahead. I'd never been much
for that anyway, even as a girl, and now that I was a dog I just lived
in the moment. I understood that I needed to do something though, if
my brothers and I were going to be happy and have a Master once again.
I needed to find one, since by the middle of summer it had become
obvious that a new Master wasn't going to come looking for us.

The boys were used to fucking me now, and they were careful as their
father had instructed, using condoms during our sex. I didn't mind it
so much, the feeling was much the same for me, but I did miss the feel
of their sperm inside my womb when they'd finished. They weren't
Masters, however, just boys who took care of the farm and kept my
brothers and me well fed and groomed. It made all of us dogs restless,
having no strong hand or dominant human personality to guide us, and
so I reluctantly decided I'd have to ask for help.

I hadn't spoken since the funeral however, and I didn't want to. I
can't explain that reluctance, but it was always there and so I tried
to put it off as long as I could. So it was that I found myself
sneaking into the house one night, after Joe had stopped by to check
on us and left. I was frightened and more than a little nervous. Dogs
weren't allowed in the house and I knew it. I was breaking a rule that
my Master had set and if he found out he'd be angry and punish me. Of
course I knew he wouldn't be coming back, but it was hard to remember
that, especially when I was being bad.

What I'd decided to do was look for the newspaper, the one my master
had used to find me by placing an advertisement for a dog girl. That
had been a long time ago, but he must have had one once and so perhaps
it was still in the house someplace. All I needed was a phone number
and I could place my own advertisement maybe, if I could figure it out
somehow. I'll admit it wasn't the best plan perhaps, but I didn't have
any other and it had taken me from one full moon to the next to think
of it. Part of me actually felt a little proud that I'd come up with
an idea like that all by myself.

I walked through the house slowly, since I'd never been in most of it
before. I'd been in our Master's bedroom, even slept in his bed when
I'd been sick, and I'd used the bathroom during that time of course.
I'd been in the front parlor as well, after the man had died, but that
was all. There were a lot of rooms and even more upstairs, but I was
too frightened to go up there. I didn't turn on any lights; the night
was clear and the windows large. My eyes were accustomed to the dark
anyway; like my other senses my vision seemed remarkably improved over
what I could dimly recall from my previous life.

I didn't know where to look and I started in the kitchen, of all
places, but only because I liked the smell. I found a large bag of
food, the crunchy sort that tasted pretty good with warm water to make
gravy. I had to open it with my teeth and spill it onto the floor, but
it was still good and I ate more than I should have probably. It made
me very thirsty. I didn't find the newspaper there.

It wasn't in the bathroom either, although I could at least get
something to drink in there and that made me feel better.

My Master's study seemed very imposing and I hesitated at the door,
peering into the room nervously. It smelled of him still and I thought
he must have spent a lot of time in that room. It was quiet, so still
that I could hear the leaves rustling in the night air outside. I
could hear my heart beating and I knew no dog had ever been allowed in
this room. I'd been walking upright through much of the house, but now
I dropped to the floor, lowering my head and entering only slowly. It
was his lingering presence that confused me, as if our Master might
appear at any moment and I trembled at the thought of being caught. A
soft whine issued from my lungs before I could catch myself and I
looked around nervously.

The bookcases were large and full, but there were no newspapers that I
could see. There was a closet, a small one, which contained white
cardboard boxes and little else. I opened the one on top and there
were files inside, but no newspapers. I didn't look through any of the
other cartons. My Master's desk was near the windows and near it, on a
smaller table sat a computer monitor. It was dark and silent and
covered with plastic. I ignored that and swallowed hard as I opened
one of the desk drawers. Papers and pens and a stapler and paper
clips, that was all I found. An address book, an electronic organizer,
and a cellular phone. Other things, some of them I recognized, some of
them I didn't, but none of them were newspapers.

I thought I would have to look in the bedroom next, which I'd been
putting off for last as that was the place which was most special to
me. My Master had nursed me to health in that room, in that bed where
we'd made love and spoken, if only briefly. He'd fed me and read to me
and touched me in his bedroom. I'd found him in that room after he'd
died. Going back into the bedroom was very frightening for me and I
didn't want to.

It had seemed to me once that there must be a fate, or a destiny which
had some measure of control in my life. I'd believed that after the
strange and seemingly random string of coincidences that had led me to
find my Master, and then my own true self. It had seemed very bad at
the time, a very dark time as I'd sat in the rain without anything but
the clothes on my back and not even twenty dollars in my pocket. I'd
found my Master though, and so it was understandable maybe that I was
feeling rather confused and sad that I'd been alone now for a long
time, almost two months or possibly longer, and fate hadn't stepped in
to save me.

I sat on the floor near the desk and after a few minutes I was laying
there, curled up and not wanting to cry, but inside I was very lonely.
I loved my Master and I wasn't eager to betray him. He'd understand, I
thought. My Master knew that my brothers and I weren't meant to be
alone. Other people wouldn't understand that, because I was his wife
and so I should be waiting and mourning and doing whatever it is a
woman does when her husband is gone. But I was neither a woman nor his
wife, despite what those papers said. I was a dog and he was my
Master, which are both very different things, and I needed a new one.

My Master wasn't helping me though.


end of 05

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