Date: Fri, 26 May 2023 13:40:17 +0200
From: Lacey Kinks <laceyk@petlover.com>
Subject: A Tale of Three Bitches: Part 1 - Jenni (Bestiality)

A TALE OF THREE BITCHES: PART 1 - JENNI

A story by Lacey Kinks (laceyk@petlover.com)


[Author's note: Please DON'T read this story if you're offended by sex
involving animals or minors. This tale is a work of pure fiction and is
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If Jenni had known where her first experience would lead, that it would
mean the loss of her job, any kind of normal relationship and,
eventually, her freedom, she might not have chosen that path. But then
again, if she'd known how much she was going to enjoy herself along
the way, she might have.

It had started so simply. She had returned from yet another unsuccessful
date and was drowning her sorrows while watching the most recent in what
seemed like an endless succession of Marvel movies.

She had always had a problem connecting with guys. It wasn't her looks -
she knew that at the age of thirty-four she was still pretty enough, even
if a little overweight. Her ready smile and big, natural boobs had always
won her plenty of suitors. But none of them seemed to have the
combination she wanted: assertive and dominant in bed, considerate and
supportive out of it.

Those who used her as hard and as brutally as she wanted were invariably
selfish jerks, impossible to get along with. And the nice guys just
couldn't give her the fucking she needed. Like tonight's candidate. She
had known from the minute he deferred so considerately to her in their
choice of wine that he was going to be that way between the sheets too.
So she'd returned to her apartment alone, as she so regularly seemed to
do these days.

Here she was then, sprawled naked in bed, laughing hysterically over an
improbable gag about a gelatinous alien who envied humans for their many
orifices. In her drunken state, she hadn't even noticed that she'd
spilled her vodka and orange all over herself, until an extraordinary
sensation claimed her attention.

Her pussy was being licked.

Startled, she looked down to see her cocker spaniel, Lucy, lapping away
at the drink that had pooled on her belly and then run down between her
legs.

At first Jenni found this as funny as the joke about the holes. But
gradually a different feeling took over: arousal.

She didn't mind being eaten out - what woman did? But it had never been
something she especially looked for in a partner. Then again, she'd
never been licked by a tongue as big, as flexible and as energetic as
Lucy's.

A part of her knew she should stop the dog - this was completely wrong.
But she was drunk, horny and dissatisfied. And as the heat within her
started to rise, the pleasure-seeking part of her brain asserted its
authority. So when Lucy slowed her assault, Jenni's reaction was not to
chide her pet or push it away, but to tip some more juice onto her newly
cleaned quim. Gasping and giggling, she exhorted the dog to keep licking.

It took just a few more minutes for one of the strongest orgasms Jenni
could ever recall experiencing to rip through her body. It left her
stunned and shaking, a state she shared with the now intoxicated spaniel.

When she finally came to her senses, she was filled with remorse. Not
because of the sex act, though it took her a little while to realise
that, but rather the sick dog she now had on her hands. Orange juice was
one thing - it had always been a treat for Lucy, at least in very small
doses. The vodka was quite another. But after an emergency trip to a
24-hour veterinary clinic to get treatment for alcohol poisoning,
explained away by a spillage on the floor, the spaniel mercifully made a
full recovery.

Jenni, by contrast, was unable to put the incident behind her. She kept
reliving it, marvelling each time not only at the strength of her orgasm,
but the complete absence of shame she felt at being pleasured by a dog.

After doing some research, and vacillating for a few days, she decided to
try again, this time smearing peanut butter over a pussy that was
dripping wet just at the thought of feeling Lucy's tongue again.

Lucy loved cleaning up the peanut butter. Jenni loved it even more.

After a couple of months of training, Lucy would lick her owner's cunt
more or less on command. Eventually the peanut butter was phased out and
instead the spaniel was rewarded with more healthy (and much less messy)
treats.

By this time too, Jenni was ready to take her canine fun to a new level.
Her first internet searches had led her inexorably to bestiality videos
that opened up a world of possibilities she could never even have
imagined before.

Her two problems at this point were obvious. Lucy lacked the doggie cock
that Jenni was increasingly fantasising about having in her mouth, her
cunt and even (when she was feeling especially daring) her asshole. And
she was aware that buying a male dog would achieve nothing unless she
could train him to fuck her - something she had no idea how to do.

The solution was to find someone who knew what they were doing, to help
her. It took a while. Connecting with animal lovers online was easy;
finding locals to meet in person proved much harder, given their
understandable wariness about admitting a stranger into their tight-knit
but illicit community.

Eventually, Jenni persuaded a couple called Bob and Celia, who lived in
the same city as her, to help initiate her properly into the world of
canine sex. The price for gaining their trust was a steep one, however,
and it took Jenni a good while before deciding to pay it. The issue
wasn't the "kennel fee" they would charge her; Jenni could afford that
easily enough. It was what they asked her to do to prove she was both
genuine and serious.

After much vacillating, Jenni recorded a video of her being licked to
orgasm by Lucy, with her face clearly visible and enough in the
background to make it clear she was in her apartment. Watching it was
exciting: emailing it to Celia one of the hardest things she had ever
done.

When she visited Bob and Celia's quiet suburban home and was ushered
into their soundproofed basement and introduced to their black Labrador
Sam, Jenni was still not sure she'd made the right decision.

Her uncertainty only grew when Celia, a woman in her 50s with decades of
experience, showed her how to arouse Sam and encouraged her to sample her
first taste of doggie cock. Close up, the erect dick that emerged from
the black Lab's sheath was scary in every possible way. Large, reddish,
misshapen and with a pointed tip, it looked like nothing so much as an
experimental sausage that had gone hopelessly wrong.

It felt okay in her mouth, and the watery discharge it produced -
something she'd been warned would start more or less as soon as Sam got
hard - had a salty taste that wasn't so different to human semen. Even
so, it was only a sense that she'd come too far to turn back now that
induced Jenni to let Celia position her to be mounted.

Down on hands and knees, and protected from being scratched by both the
padded clothing she wore and the special socks on Sam's paws, Jenni held
her breath while the dog scrabbled to get a purchase on her and locate
her exposed slit.

After a few stabbing attempts, the erect dick she had just been sucking
found its mark. And Jenni's moment of transformation had arrived.

Afterwards, she struggled to recall those first few frantic minutes of
action, as Sam pounded her cunt with a speed and ferocity she had never
even come close to experiencing. As he did so, she screamed at him until
her voice was hoarse, not in protest but encouragement.

But as wild and exciting as the initial fucking may have been, it was as
nothing compared to what followed, as the base of Sam's dick swelled up
to at least three times its normal size and doggie spunk started pouring
into Jenni.

Oh god, that knot! It stretched her to a point that she might easily have
panicked, had Celia not been there to reassure her that she could take
it. With Sam's weight now off her, as he turned around to face away from
her while maintaining the tie, Jenni was left to enjoy the incredible
combination of the spurting within and the delicious pressure of the
knot.

She was so turned on that she needed only to touch her inflamed clit for
a few seconds to come. And come she did, more times than she could count,
throughout the thirty-fine minutes she spent tied with the black animal.

Even when Sam finally shrank to the point that he could withdraw, there
was more to come. As his sperm gushed out, the black Lab gave Jenni's
cunt a cleaning that sent her over the edge yet again. She had thought
Lucy's licking was heavenly; this was on a whole other level.

Afterwards, Jenni was so grateful and buzzed that she let Bob fuck her
with his wrinkled but still potent cock, adding his spunk to the load
that Sam had left behind. She wasn't to know it at the time, but he was
the last man who would ever have her.

In their own way, Celia and Bob were as taken aback as their guest. They
had never seen a newbie take so readily to being bred by a dog. They
invited Jenni to stay overnight, then in the morning took her back down
to the basement for a return bout with Sam. This time they set up lights
and cameras to film it.

Jenni insisted on dispensing with her protective clothing, though she did
wear a mask to conceal her identity. She managed to coax the black dog
into penetrating her tight and previously virgin asshole, though it was
sufficiently uncomfortable, if still pleasurable, to decide not to risk
being knotted in there. She also, after a short break, spent an enjoyable
twenty minutes pleasuring Sam with her mouth and filling her belly with
his cum, while an unseen Celia held the dog in place. And, as on the day
before, she came. A lot.

Tired, but happy, she crawled away after they had finished and curled up
on a blanket next to Sam. When he licked her face affectionately, she
kissed him back, then settled down to sleep, still naked but warmed by
his furry body.

And so began Jenni's love of being a bitch - and her career in porn.
Initially, not all her encounters were filmed. For a while, indeed, she
paid for the privilege of being fucked not just by Sam, but other dogs
owned by friends of Bob and Celia. But her wanton and utterly natural
enjoyment of being bred seemed to cry out for an audience. So after a
while, her hosts negotiated an arrangement where she would visit twice a
week: once for a purely private session, the other one to be recorded -
and for which she would receive a fee.

At the start, her performances were seen only by a fairly select group of
customers on Bob and Celia's distribution list. But eventually, word got
out and she was offered work through a company making more professional
productions.

As her preoccupation with canine sex intensified, her regular work
suffered. The last straw for the marketing firm that employed her was a
refusal not to wear what had become her prized possession: a studded dog
collar that a fan had given her, with the word BITCH spelled out in fake
diamonds. It never left her neck now, except when she was cleaning up
after being serviced.

Her finances suffered, but she could just about get by on the small
amounts she was being paid to make animal porn. Or at least the small
amounts left after Bob and Celia took their agents' cut.

Had she seen her work as a profession, she could have monetised her
growing popularity through social media. But all she really cared about
was the dogs, and the feeling she got when they made her their own. Her
original plan of learning enough to buy her own dog and train it had long
been discarded. Others might presume to own dogs, but not a bitch like
her. If Lucy was an exception, it was because she had become a friend,
not a pet. A friend who still offered regular benefits with her well
trained tongue.

There did come a point, however, where Jenni was distracted from her
pursuit of canine pleasure. It came after she talked her way into being a
production assistant on a new video being shot by the undoubted star of
the company for which she was working.

Bitchbabee was a slim, blonde nineteen-year-old who looked at least five
years younger. Jenni had become fascinated by the girl's ability to get
dogs on top of her in a missionary position and have them kiss her and
lick her tiny tits while driving their dicks into her bald cunt. Even
with well trained animals, Jenni found it difficult to keep them in place
without clutching onto them.

It cost Jenni a lot of money to fly to the city in which the teen's new
video was being filmed, but she clung to the hope that if she were around
the set, she might be able to sneak a few words with the starlet.

Things didn't work out the way she had planned. Far from having to figure
out a way to talk to her target, it was Bitchbabee, or Gia as she
introduced herself, who squealed and came rushing up when she spotted
Jenni walking onto the set. It turned out she was a huge fan of the older
woman's work and insisted on changing her schedule so that the two of
them could catch up after the shoot.

Following a truly astonishing series of scenes in which the young blonde
dealt with a succession of eager pit bulls, during which Jenni had to
work hard not to leap onto the set to join them, the pair went out for a
drink. An hour turned into two, then three, as they talked animatedly
about how much they enjoyed doggie sex, reminisced about their most
enjoyable experiences, and revealed their deepest desires for what they
hoped was still to come.

In the course of their conversation, and after swearing Jenni to silence,
Gia chose to reveal her big secret: she was indeed older than she looked,
but only just. She had been eleven when she started fucking animals for
money, doing live shows for a criminal syndicate back in her home
country. When the men for whom she was working had arranged for her to
migrate in search of a career in porn, in return for a cut of her
earnings, they had given her forged papers to make her seem older. She
was still just fifteen.

Once again, it struck Jenni that if she had heard that story from almost
any other kind of sex worker, she might have found it horrifying. As it
was, what primarily concerned her was whether the young girl was enjoying
her work and making enough money to live on. The answer to both
questions, happily, was in the affirmative.

She was also impressed with the range of different animals with which Gia
had coupled over the years, which included goats, pigs and even apes.
Ponies were her favourite, the teen explained, though canine sex was
easier to film and generally more popular, so that was what she mostly
now did.

The connection the two of them forged was so strong that anyone listening
to them would have assumed they were long-time friends. If, that is, the
listener was not thoroughly scandalised by the mostly illegal and
entirely immoral deeds, feelings and intentions the two performers seemed
so willing to talk about out loud.

By the time Gia had finished explaining how she used coconut oil on her
tits and face to get her partners to lick her while they lay on top and
fucked her, Jenni had missed her flight home. Gia insisted that Jenni
come and stay with her, rather than finding a hotel.

Back at Gia's place, and after some takeout and another bottle of wine,
the two insisted on finding and playing some of their favourite canine
sex scenes - including ones, quite naturally, in which the other had been
involved.

When Gia dug out her most striking memento of her time to date in porn, a
strapon with a 12-inch dildo shaped like a dog's dick, she noticed Jenni
staring at it with a positively hungry look.

"What gives?" asked Gia.

"Well," replied Jenni slowly, "I was just thinking ..."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking how much I'd like to feel that inside me ..."

Gia laughed. "What's funny?" inquired Jenni.

"Well that's a coincidence," responded the little blonde. "Because I
was just thinking how much I wanted to fuck you with it!"

They stared at one another, and the smiles faded. Then somehow, they were
in each other's arms and kissing.

Within sixty seconds, their clothes had been discarded. And it was mere
minutes before Jenni was seated on the teen's lap, impaling herself on
the shaft of the dildo as the blonde greedily feasted on the older
woman's heavy boobs.

And so began an affair that was short, intense and memorable.

After three days almost entirely spent drinking, fucking and watching
porn, the two emerged to inform their employer that they now wanted to
perform together, a proposal to which the company excitedly agreed. The
result was a series of videos that quickly assumed legendary status, in
which the two leads devoted as much lustful energy to each other's
bodies as they did to the animals servicing them.

Gia even talked Jenni into trying a session with a horse. But while Jenni
enjoyed the enormous quantities of cum that the stallion was able to
produce, especially as it gushed out of the little blonde's ravaged ass,
his cock was far too big to penetrate very far inside of them. And that
in turn denied Jenni the thorough fucking she didn't just want but
needed.

For a short while, the partnership seemed ideal. Jenni gave up her
apartment and moved in with her new girlfriend, bringing Lucy with her.
The filmed scenes were selling like hotcakes and with Jenni increasingly
on screen with Gia, the content the teen was putting out on her various
platforms was generating plenty of extra income - even after the mobsters
who effectively owned her had taken their cut.

Sadly, however, the relationship could not last, and for a simple reason
- the imbalance in feelings between the pair.

Jenni liked everything about Gia. She was smart, funny, sexy and shared
Jenni's greatest passion, at least up to a point. Her tongue and fingers
routinely brought more pleasure than any man had ever done, and she
possessed an energy and stamina when using a strapon that seemed out of
all proportion to her tiny frame. Her lithe young body was a delight to
explore, and she helped spur Jenni on to even greater heights of erotic
delight when they were fucking dogs together.

But what she didn't do was love Gia. And therein lay the problem,
because the young girl had become absolutely smitten with her older
companion.

If Jenni had been willing to pretend to feel something more, or at least
to conceal where her true passions lay, the relationship would still
likely have faltered, but it might have survived longer. But in her calm,
direct and uncompromising way, the older woman made it clear in every
possible way that whatever their living arrangements, and however great
the sex, she was a born bitch whose heart and soul belonged to any dog
that chose to breed her, not to the girl who loved her.

Soon enough, therefore, Jenni was back in her home city, staying with Bob
and Celia while she looked for new accommodation. She was genuinely sorry
about breaking Gia's heart, even though she had made a parting gift of
her beloved Lucy to help ease the blow.ppp But that was a matter of
regret, not blame. Her commitment to being a bitch now defined her. To
pretend anything else would be dishonest.

Still, she was left with a problem. She could go back to how she was
before her relationship with the little blonde had distracted her. But
was having sex with a succession of dogs, for the benefit of a group of
unseen viewers, really enough to give her what she was looking for? In a
sexual sense yes, of course. But she desired more. She wanted to feel
owned by a dog, or if not one then by a pack. But how was she to do that?

She had come to understand that there were plenty of men - and for that
matter a few women - who would be willing to make her their pet. But it
was not a human master or mistress she particularly wanted.

It was Celia who found the answer. A private foundation, established by
an eccentric (not to say perverted) billionaire, and with some radical
ideas about building new relationships between humans and animals, had
been discreetly putting out feelers. They were looking for "volunteers"
(genuine and otherwise) to participate in an experimental program.

When Jenni reached out and got some details, she was enthralled by what
she read. She showed the information, and also the contract that came
with it, to Bob and Celia. The older couple were horrified.

"If you sign this sweetie," said Celia, "you're pretty much giving
them a free hand to do just about anything to you. They might as well own
you!"

"Yeah," put in Bob, "and with these procedures ... Well, they claim
they're reversible, but how would you even object if you change your
mind and it turns out they aren't?"

Jenni smiled. "I understand you're worried and I get it, it's scary.
But honestly, this is all I could possibly want. Look, there, what
they'll call me! Two words, and it sums up everything I want to be."

She would not be swayed, and a week later Bob drove her to a nondescript
warehouse on the edge of town to begin her assignment, taking nothing
other than the clothes on her back. The parting was tearful on Bob's
part, not least at the thought of all the extra money he could have made
from Jenni's skills as a canine sex star. For her part, Jenni was
grateful for all he and Celia had done, but too nervous and excited about
what was to come to feel sad.

The warehouse proved to be empty, serving as no more than a staging
point. Jenni was ushered into a car, then given an injection that knocked
her out. By the time she awoke, many hours later, she could have been
anywhere in the country - or outside it for that matter.

She tried to speak but couldn't. She nodded. That was something she had
expected, even if the details of what were to follow were pretty hazy. As
strong hands pulled her to her feet, she knew her training was about to
begin ...



To be continued

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