Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2001 21:00:08 -0000 From: Beverly Taff Subject: Dog Day Afternoon 4 The arrangements with the basket didn't last. After nine months had passed, my 'puppy implants' had matured and I was now endowed of a proper bitch's equipment. Billy started getting interested. At first he simply pushed his big friendly nose under my skirts and investigated the delightful prospects that his knowledgeable nose detected. I of course resisted and smacked him down but I had to admit to a fricassee of nervous pleasure. My little clitty was becoming more sensitive with each passing day. Each night, after the club was closed, I would allow Billy the run of the club downstairs but he took to scratching and whining at my apartment door for hours. He obviously knew more about me than I did. It had become a routine for the both of us to go for a jog in the park each morning, I with my tight leotard and running tights, and he with his sturdy leather collar and flashy blue handkerchief. In the early days he used to career about the park investigating every thing of interest but just lately he took to running to heel, and never leaving my side. We looked exactly what I thought we were, a girl out jogging with her well-trained dog for protection and companionship. Billy obviously saw it as something else but I, in my naivety, failed to spot it immediately. It came to a head when two muggers spotted me and deemed me a suitable victim. Unusually, Billy had been distracted by something and he was a few yards back around a bend in the path when the youths attacked. I screamed and suddenly this furious tawny and black maelstrom appeared from nowhere. The muggers were put to flight and Billy loomed over my seated form as I lay gasping against the railings. Gratefully, I dragged him to me and squeezed his massive head as I hugged him thankfully to my body. Billy let out a low whine then sniffed the blood from my scalp. I giggled as his wet nose tangled with my long golden hair and I playfully shook his head with my hands. Suddenly, Billy stopped sniffing me then gripped my chest between his paws and pressed his body against mine. It was then that I noticed that he was getting aroused. I gasped with embarrassment and glanced around to see that nobody was about. Here was I, a pretty girl lying in the park with an aroused dog on top of me. Fortunately the area was clear and I tried to get up. Billy was having none of it. He continued gripping his paws either side of my chest and pushed me down as he urgently thrust his organ against me. "Hey Billy! Stoppit! Don't do that! Stoppit! You naughty boy! Get down!" Billy persisted and I was helplessly pinned down. He was a big powerful dog and I was only a slightly built girl. I was getting frightened. "Stoppit boy! You're a naughty dog! Get off!" I ordered uncertainly. It was no good. Billy seemed determined take me. I was helpless. He gently took my shoulder in his huge jaws and pinned me there between his front paws. I was trapped by a horny dog in a public park. As I lay pinned with my head against the railings and my legs spread apart I felt his rigid organ urgently seeking an entry. Fortunately my leotard and running tights prevented all hope of penetration but I had to admit to a sudden twinge of excitement. 'Oooh!' I gasped and shuddered with lust. 'His cock was so stiff!' 'What was happening to me? I wondered'. Suddenly I heard voices and my panic gave me added strength. I grabbed Billy's balls and gave them a squeeze as I struggled to get up. My action surprised him and he yelped as he lurched back. Seizing my opportunity I scrambled to my feet and tided myself up just as another pair of jogging women appeared around the bushes. I recognised them as regular lesbian members of the club and they recognised both Billy and me. "Why Bev," they chorused as they spotted the blood on my head. "What's happened?" "I was attacked by some youths, Billy saved me." Billy was trying to jump up again, but I had now regained my composure. Once I was standing again, he seemed to sense that I had the dominant position. I ordered him to heel then both girls praised him and patted him affectionately. "You were lucky. Billy's a wonderful guard dog." Billy seemed to revel in the praise and barked excitedly as the pair made a fuss of them. I realized that Billy felt he was protecting me, his bitch. It was obvious that he perceived no threat from two other females. "Come on Bev, you can join us," suggested one of the girls. If those thugs are about, we'll all be safer with Billy here." I nodded agreeably and we set off as a foursome as we chatted about the attack. As we jogged together, one of the girls recognized a pair of gay policemen jogging on the other side. She shouted to them and we reported the incident. They asked me to come down to the station later to possibly identify the pair from a collection of mug shots. I agreed and the pair jogged off, but not before one of the lesbians had noticed the pair staring at me. Then both girls gave me long worried glances until one felt forced to speak. "Ehm Bev. Perhaps it's none of our business, but your uuhm, you're showing you know." I glanced down to see a darkish patch in the crotch of my leotard and realised that I was starting my first period. I was also getting horny as hell!" I turned crimson with embarrassment but the girls smiled sympathetically. They knew I was a transsexual and they knew that I had been a volunteer for some sort of experimental treatment but they were not aware of the exact nature of my surgery. "Are you really menstruating?" Gasped one of them. I crimsoned with embarrassment and nodded self-consciously. Unexpectedly, they squeaked with delight. "You mean you're truly a girl, with all the bits and everything." I nodded again and they gathered around to hug me tight. Then they accompanied me to their car and presented me with a spare napkin. "You should never go far without these. You need some lessons in girly stuff Bev." I thanked them and they drove away as I slumped in the driver's seat and discreetly fiddled with my jogging gear as I scrunched the napkin into the crotch of my knickers. Billy went berserk in the back of the station wagon as he barked and chewed at the restraining bars fixed to the rear seat. There he continued whining, scratching and growling until we got home. After a struggle with his choke chain I finally managed to subdue him and get him back to my apartment. I couldn't understand why I was just so horny!!! In my hurry to reach the bathroom and clean myself up, I forgot to lock Billy in the spare room. I had slipped his choker and left him drinking some water from his bowl in the kitchen whilst I closed the bathroom door and stripped before stepping into the shower to wash myself. As the hot water splashed against my sweaty body I found my fingers wandering to my girly parts and slowly relieving myself of the tension that had built up. My clitty was stiffer than I had ever felt it but more importantly, all my nipples were beginning to tingle. I just could not attend all my needs! A desperate clitty, eight tingling bitch tits on my lower tummy and two more turgid buttons standing out like organ stops from my girly breasts! All were demanding attention and I simply didn't have enough fingers to go around. 'Hell!' I gasped to my self. `If this is how bitches felt, no wonder dogs did it in the street. They wouldn't be able to resist it!' Finally I brought myself to a bone shaking orgasm and staggered out of the shower to reach for the towel. I had forgotten all about Billy in the height of my own pleasures. After wrapping the towel around me, I had forgetfully stepped into my bedroom. I bent down to open my lingerie drawer and suddenly felt a massive thump from the rear as Billy leapt upon me. In the grip of my orgasm, I had utterly forgotten that Billy was loose in the apartment. Suddenly I was forced face down across the dressing table and pinned there as the towel was dislodged from my body to expose my hopelessly naked condition. "Billy! I squealed. Get Down! Stoppit!!" This time Billy was having none of my nonsense. His paws locked around my slender waist and I simply could not extricate my butt from his eager grip. Desperately I tried to force myself back and up off the dressing table but this simply forced my butt closer into his forepaw grip. Suddenly I felt the tip of his cock touch the cleft of my bum cheeks and I squeaked with shock as I lurched forward again to find my thighs fetched up hard against the dressing table. Billy padded forward on his rear legs as his weight pinned me down again. I swallowed nervously as the hard tip of his cock probed inquisitively for my most secret place. A dog was raping me! My own pet no less! I tried once more to wriggle free but this only inveigled his cock further into my cleft until he suddenly found the exact spot. Somehow his natural instincts must have known exactly what to feel for with his organ because he thrust forward at exactly the right moment. With a slight squishy plop his pointed organ slipped right inside me and he began thrusting eagerly as my eyes widened with surprised delight. There was absolutely no pain and I concluded that my bitch cunt must have been perfectly prepared. Perhaps he gave off some special pheromones or something, what ever it was, I simply could not help myself. His incredibly stiff rod started reaming me and caused my own urgent needs to go into overdrive. I just could not help myself! My butt started pumping eagerly as my bitch responses took over. Make no mistake, I had become a bitch on heat and Billy knew it! As I stared in the mirror I saw Billy's huge tongue licking my neck whilst my own tongue hung out of my slack jawed gasping mouth and my eyes took on a glazed, wanton, lustful expression. My bitch parts had taken over my body! Then I began to feel that tingling sensation around my tummy again and I realised I was going to orgasm again. All eight bitch nipples started to tingle and my clitty started to throb with desire. I tried to readjust myself to get Billy's cock to rub my clitty but doing it doggy style simply did not facilitate such a pleasure. My human clitty was set too far forward to enjoy any stimulation from Billy's fabulous organ. I was getting frustrated. I could not even reach under my belly to rub my clit because Billy's weight forced me to fold my arms under my girly breasts to stop them being crushed. Somehow, I had to get to the bed and get Billy to screw me like 'two spoons in a drawer'. This proved impossible though. Billy was too engrossed in pumping me full of his seed and I remained pinned helplessly down to the dressing table. Eventually Billy gave a short gasping yelp and slackened his grip on my slender waist. I assumed he had 'orgasmed' and would now withdraw but I knew nothing about doggy sex! My girlish hips had given him an excellent 'notch' to clasp me and I had been held helplessly in his passion. I assumed his passion was now exhausted and I squirmed gratefully as I felt his grip slacken. It was the stupidest thing I could have done! As Billy's thrusts slackened I suddenly realised his knot had swollen and we were now hopelessly 'tied'. My squirming caused him to slide sideways off my back and I felt his huge knot pull cruelly at the scabbard of my bitch cunt. Paroxysms of agony stabbed from my cunt and I squealed with surprised pain as Billy Dragged his leg over and faced away from me. We were now tied butt to butt and I felt Billy drag me backwards as he towed me towards his food bowl. I tried to stop him but my pain was much greater than his. His fabulous cock was able to hinge backwards and he simply towed me like a close- coupled trailer with me utterly unable to resist. Naked, I was dragged across the apartment to the kitchen where he simply lay down and started lapping away at the water. I simply had to lie down with him and stay obediently quiet whilst my master indulged his needs. The swollen knot inside me defied all my efforts to expel it. My cunt was just too small and there seemed to be some sort of sphincter arrangement just inside my cunt, as though my pelvic arrangements deep inside were too narrow to allow the knot to escape. I was securely tied to my lover and utterly subservient to his will. Wherever Billy went, I would have to go, backwards! Thus Billy was locked into me until such time as his desires were satisfied. While his cock was locked into me I had no recourse but to obey his wishes, the consequences of disobedience were just too dammed painful! He had turned me into an obedient submissive sex slave and I had to simply lie there quietly as he indulged his proprietal rights over me. I felt his hot organ occasionally twitch as it sent another delightful pulse of his seed deep into my receptive centre. I was his until he had finished with me and he was satisfied no other dog would steal his prize. I was his 'Alpha bitch! As he lazily licked his bowl clean I had time to reflect on my situation. I reckoned that I could not become pregnant because I was in the middle of my period. Pacified by this knowledge, I relaxed and waited obediently. Eventually Billy tired of his food and stood up as he glanced knowingly around to look at me. I whimpered slightly as his knot tugged inside me then I struggled to an 'all fours' position in anticipation of his next move. Casually he set off for my bed and I scuffed frantically backwards to avert the pain. The worst was yet to come. As he reached my bed, he nonchalantly leapt onto it and dragged me brutally behind him. I screamed with pain and lurched desperately backwards to find myself plopped down beside him face to face. For a moment I eyeballed him then he nosed me violently to subdue my uppity cheek. I was his bitch and I did not stare the master in the face. I was forced to bend my head into his huge chest and avert my eyes. The situation for me however was now improved. His hinged cock was now entering me belly to belly in what would conventionally be called the 'missionary position. I dreaded to think what any narrow- minded missionary would have thought of this particular conjugation. In the old days, both Billy and I would have been burned at the stake. Probably tied together as we still were. Fortunately, my apartment door was locked and I now had time to relax. I pushed myself against Billy's soft underbelly and eased his swollen knot deeper up my cunt and away from my battered vaginal sphincter For the first time since his not had swollen, I was now out of pain. Deep inside me, my scabbard was wider and the knot was not stretching or ripping my sheath. His hot organ was back where it belonged, deeper inside me and I felt myself gently thrusting as my clitty now pressed against his cock and he started to whine and pant. He re-adjusted himself and I finally found myself in a comfortable erotic position. Eagerly I took advantage and quickly brought myself to orgasm before we settled into a tight embrace as I wrapped my arms around his massive chest and shoulders to keep him inside me forever. My efforts were to fail. Billy demonstrated his total superiority by eventually deciding he'd had enough. I felt his knot soften then he growled softly and dug his rear paws into my belly. His cock started to drag against my bitch ring and I felt as though my whole scabbard was being ripped out of me. I let out a squeal of pain that degenerated into a classical bitch's yelp as his softened, (though still painfully oversized) knot finally popped out from my cunt. I winced and squealed as Billy lurched backwards with a low yelp of pain. My hands groped to my burning pussy but his inquisitive nose beat me to it and his tongue started licking the inflamed ring. For a moment I tensed in anticipation of further abuse until I felt his saliva saturating my cunt ring with its soft balm. The burning sensation slowly ceased and I slumped with relief as he turned and settled beside me in the bed. I was too exhausted to care (and too frightened to try and boss him about,) so I slumped against him and fell asleep.