Date: Tue, 15 Dec 2009 08:51:49 -0800 (PST) From: Victoria Subject: Beast:Knottingwood/Knottingwood 29 Where has the time gone? It's been months since we chatted! It's me - victoria (you'll note I no longer capitalize the first letter of my name - it's a sign I guess that I've accepted my role as a submissive). For those of you who don't know my strange and erotic story from my previous chapters I'll try to summarize it in this way... Sweet young male teacher who enjoyed cross dressing met rich dominant man who swept me off my feet - Max....wonderful, masterful, evil Max...who convinced me to change my sex via breast implants and hormonal treatments. Max, who lured me to his vast estate in the woods to educate his son, a son as twisted as his father. A son who I discovered was a bitch for the family dog and who coerced me into a sexual relationship. But it turned out clever Max had the estate wired for video and audio and knew exactly what was going on...my education of young David quickly went from traditional lessons to teaching him to be a proper sissy. A slave to all males on the estate, I escaped, fucking and sucking my way across the country, away from the perversion of that wretched estate, Knottingwood! I was forced to fuck every male creature on that estate - from the elderly butler to the pack of Dobermans who patrolled the property! I've shared with you in prior chapters all of these humiliating encounters, which a good many of you nasty men seem to enjoy reading...shame on you! For months now I've been living the life of a submissive and domestic for a wonderful guy named Roger, servicing both him and his dog. I've been content, though I still have nightmares about Knottingwood... A few weeks ago I called up one of my old girlfriends back in the twin cities where I lived. When I say girlfriend I mean she's a tranny - a really sweet girl - we go way back. I've never really had a girlfriend like a normal guy would - well I guess I tried that once but I was humiliated over the size of my little cock and to be honest it's men that always turned me on. Anyway, she was excited to hear from me and she asked so many questions, where was I, how was I living? It was so nice to catch up with her! I guess that was a mistake! Last week while I was puttering around the house in my maid's outfit, doing some laundry, there was a knock at the back door. If you don't know about me from my writing, I have long blonde hair and am really quite a striking woman - except for that little lump in my panties. I regularly go out in public fully dressed and though I get stares, they are those of admiration and lust, and not because I stand out and look like a man in a dress. I can thank Max for that - he spent a fortune on my breasts and treatments and things. At one time Max was so sweet to me, so loving. Oh well! So anyway, I opened the back door and there was a face I hadn't seen in quite some time - a fact that brought terror into my heart...Luther! Luther pushed open the door and stepped inside as I slowly backed up in shock! He had a big smile on his face and a leather bag of some sort in his hand. I know Luther well! He is Max's assistant at the estate, the master of the dogs and his go-to-guy! I've sucked and fucked Luther many times - and my light little twat flinched at remembering the way my hole hurt when he pushed his big black cock deep inside me, all those times at Knottingwood! "Hi bitch! Long time no see! Did you miss me, vicki? I know I've missed you!" As I stood speechless, my hand demurely covering my heaving breasts I saw Luther unzip his fly and pull out his massive cock into full view! Finally, Duke, Roger's dog, heard Luther's voice and ran into the room, barking and growling at him, as an unwelcome guest. He stood behind me, the big brave canine, barking and growling. Luther only laughed. "Who is this, your new Master?" Dike kept growling and barking, circling around behind me, his nails clicking on the clean kitchen floor. "Ummm, this is Duke. What are you doing here, Luther?" My voice was shaky and gave away my terror. "Well Vicki I'll tell you - but first I think you'd better let your dog see that we're friendly. Get over here and drop down on your knees and suck my dick!" I hesitated. "Now, bitch!" I sighed and stepped forward to him and looking deep into his eyes, which were filled with lust and power, I slowly dropped to my knees before him in my frilly black and white maid's outfit. Despite my trepidation I licked my lips at the bobbing black erection staring me in the face. I looked up at his grinning face and took the head into my mouth. I thought of biting it, for just a seconds, but as it pushed between my lips I sighed as I always do with a cock in my mouth and instinctively began to bring it pleasure. Luther moaned and reached down, undoing the ties on my blouse and pushing the fabric away from my naked breasts. I felt his cold hands on my nipples, pinching them and I moaned audibly. "Oh yeah, I've missed those big titties! They sure are smooth!" Duke settled down almost immediately and began to sniff around, poking his nose under my frilly skirt. Luther laughed. "I knew it...that dog has bred you! Lift up your ass, bitch...get on all fours and drop your panties if you're wearing any! I did as he told, pushing down the frilly French panties - you know the kind, white silk with three rows of ruffle across the butt, and Luther watched with interest as Duke began to lick at my now exposed hole while I sucked the big cock in my mouth! "Man, what a bitch you are! No wonder Max sent me all the way down here to bring you back home! You know he was really angry when you took off!" I pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at him. "Luther, I don't want to go back there! I'm happy here!" "Bitch, don't matter what you want, Max says you're his property. He made you the bitch you are and you belong there, just like all his other possessions! You're goin' back today! Now get back on my cock and swallow my nut! Hey vicki your dog's got a boner!" Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I sucked Luther's cock. Duke was pacing around, all horned up, and my asspussy was all wet from his tongue. "Go ahead dog, fuck your bitch...I don't mind!" Luther whistled to the dog and patted my ass, encouraging him to mount me. I braced myself for fucking and got my hole into the proper position for Duke to get his thick veiny cock inside me. Duke jumped up on me and poked around a bit, stabbing my ass cheeks with his hot sticky cock. I shrieked a bit when it finally hit the mark and he pushed the entire length of his shaft deep inside me. He gripped me tightly about the waist and began thrusting wildly in and out. Luther was beside himself with lust, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he encouraged Duke over and over to "fuck the bitch, fuck the bitch". What is it about me, that finds being used and degraded so exciting? My bobs bounced back and forth as I was fucked from both ends. I wanted to stretch my legs further but they were trapped by the elastic waistband of my frilly French panties which were down around my knees, being stepped on by Duke, who danced around tring to get his cock in deeper and deeper , wanting to plant his seed. My little sissyclit, despite being back on hormones , became hard as a rock and started to drip sissyjuice as I was pounded on both ends. Luther's cock in my mouth, Duke's knot pushing into me! When Duke did finally push that thick knot past my pussy hole and inside me I shuddered and began to spurt all over the floor. Luther just laughed as I shook and then he began to fill my throat with his thick salty manjuice! I swallowed it greedily and lovingly sucked his beautiful black cock as it softened in my mouth. Duke's cock had grown to incredible proportions and I felt it begin to spurt wildly inside me, spurting his puppy batter deep up my bitch hole! Luther pulled out and I just collapsed on the floor, impaled on Duke's throbbing, draining cock . Luther walked over to the kitchen table and opened his bag, fiddling around. He then went to the fridge, pulled out a beer, and sat at the table watching Roger's dog finish fucking me. He turned on me and pulled me over to his water dish. Luther laughed loudly at this and patiently waited until Duke's cock softened and he pulled out of me. I fell to the floor, completely drained, my pretty maid's uniform all soiled from sweat and semen. Slowly I got back on my knees, dog cum pouring from my ass, and I looked up at Luther. "So here's the deal, bitch. Max knows all about your boyfriend Roger, know where he works, knows that he likes to dress up like a hot chick himself, has photos of you both, dressed up and fucking in a club, taking dog dick - the whole degrading story. You're going to write Roger a note - telling him you've left him and not to look for you..." "What if I don't?" "Max will destroy him." I began to cry. I climbed up to the table, sat in a chair and wrote Roger a goodbye note on the paper and pen Luther set out for me. The contents of Luther's bag were clearly in evidence, there was a hypodermic needle and vials of what I could only imagine to be sedatives, along with a gun. There was really no other choice! I would miss Roger, and our short life together. I think I really may love Roger, but my past, my kinky desires and passions have control of my life...Max has control of my life! I was allowed to grab my purse and nothing more. I gave Duke a hug and walked out the back door with Luther, who held me strongly by my arm to a white cargo van in the driveway. He opened the back door and I saw it was the kind of van the transport animals in, with cagelike metal fencing separating the driver from the animals. Inside it was carpeted and there was a small bed made up and a chemical toilet. There were no windows or means of escape. I cried as I stepped inside. Luther told me to kneel down and he attached a thick leather dog collar around my neck and put a small lock on it. He attached a black leather lead attached to the van wall to the collar. I hung my head in defeat and submission. I then was startled as the back door of the van slammed loudly and was locked behind me. Luther walked around, jumped into the drivers seat and started the engine. As I tried to make myself comfortable he turned back at me and smiled. "Next stop, Knottingwood!"