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Fox and Hounds - 2
by Ken L. Master (swamijim@voyager.net)
***
A runaway teen begins her training in the kennel of her
beautiful lesbian captors. (FF, teen, nc, 1st, beast,
bd)
***
Chapter 2: She Makes New Friends and Starts to Earn
Her Keep
"What a good girl you are, angel," the redhead praised,
"that's my good good girl. I think a good girl like you
deserves a reward for being so pretty and such a good
student; give Linda a real sweet kiss, Denise."
"That's a wonderful idea, Sally," Denise said with a
smile, "this good girl took off every last stitch for
us, and our naked sweetheart deserves a nice long
kiss." She stepped forward and gathered the naked
blonde in her arms.
Before the shivering teenager could react Denise
squirmed against her and kissed her passionately,
sliding her tongue into Linda's mouth and fondling her
bare breasts with both hands. Linda gasped as she
tasted peppermint on the eager brunette's tongue;
Denise gave a low growl of satisfaction as the
teenager's nipples perked against her palms. The
stunned blonde couldn't think what to do with her hands
and finally circled her arms loosely around Denise's
waist while the dark-haired woman gently caressed her
sensitive nipples.
Denise was breathing faster as she fondled the
teenager's full breasts; Linda nearly stopped breathing
when the brunette slowly reached down and soft
fingertips stroked gently between her legs. The
panicked blonde's fingers clutched abruptly at the
woman's waist and she drew a deep gasping breath,
flinching and shifting her feet nervously.
"No no, good girl, stay," Sally said sharply, "you
stay, good girl, stay."
Linda froze shuddering in place as Denise's gleaming
polished nails trailed slowly across her bush; the
slender brunette kissed the trembling girl again,
putting more tongue into the action as she fondled the
sensitive lips of the teenager's slit. The petrified
blonde thought dazedly that she should shove the dark-
haired woman away and try to run from this beautiful
bedroom cage before it was too late, but she was still
weak and shaky and Denise's passionate kisses stirred
an awful excitement Linda would never have imagined or
admitted she could have.
Sighing in resignation, she hesitantly returned
Denise's steamy French kiss and laid her head on the
brunette's shoulder, trapped between her apprehension
and an awful anticipation. Her hands clenched at
Denise's waist as the dark-haired beauty pulled her
tongue out of Linda's mouth and slowly bent down to
kiss the paralyzed teenager's stiffening shell-pink
nipples.
The sensation of soft kisses on her areolas made Linda
gasp and shiver in the brunette's embrace. The dark-
haired beauty looked directly up at Linda while she
licked deliberately at the blonde's erect nipples, then
turned her face away and slowly trailed kisses down
over the teenager's rib cage and onto her shivering
belly. The blonde's hands fumbled uncertainly up
Denise's back while the woman sank to her knees, until
the teenager gave up and clutched the brunette's
shoulders; Denise's warm breath huffed over the
blonde's hips, steaming against her thighs and crotch.
Linda gasped as the woman's tongue stroked slowly
across her hipbones; the slim brunette knelt gracefully
between Linda's knees directly in front of her, panting
as she kissed her way nearer and nearer to the
teenager's brass-curled bush. Linda sobbed softly and
her belly shivered under the brunette's tongue; Denise
knelt motionless with her mouth inches away from the
teenager's bronze bush, chuckling softly and panting
furnace-hot breath over her snatch. Linda's hands
clenched at the brunette's collar and she started to
lean forward to plead with the woman.
"No, no, good girl, be still," the redhead's voice
commanded instantly, "be still good girl."
When the waiting blonde had remained motionless for
almost a minute, the horny brunette leaned slightly
forward and licked gently at the delicate skin of
Linda's inner thigh next to her bush. Linda's breath
caught in her throat as the woman's warm tongue slipped
over the thin skin and stroked slowly toward her
snatch. The sweating blonde gave a gasping sigh and
shook her head once as Denise started a slow kissing at
the edges of her pussy, drooling on the fringes of
curly bronze pubic hair.
The slender brunette panted and licked around the
captive teenager's snatch, and Linda's cheeks quickly
flushed glowing pink as Denise's lips teased her
crotch. After a few minutes, Linda was mortified to
find herself breathing faster and her nipples standing
stiffly erect, swelling as she got hotter; the
teenager's tan stomach twitched with the pulse
hammering in her increasingly steamy snatch.
Linda's forehead was beaded with sweat and she was
gasping for breath as Denise's tongue slithered around
her bush, onto her thighs and up to her flat belly,
then dropped back down near her tingling clitoris. The
long-legged blonde moaned softly and shivers raced from
her pulsing snatch over her belly; the hair on her arms
was standing up and her tits prickled up with
goosebumps. Despite her fear and mortification, she was
starting to spread her knees to give Denise better
access to her snatch. When the blonde gave a deep sigh
and began to spread her thighs, the brunette stood up
with a wicked smile.
"What a good, good girl you are, angel," the dark-
haired woman said, giving her another prolonged French
kiss, "really, you were such a good girl for Denise,
sweetheart, that's just wonderful. I'd really love to
romp with you some more, but you must be exhausted,"
Denise whispered, taking her hand and leading her over
to the enormous waterbed.
"You were up so late and it's been such a busy morning
for you, good girl. I'll bet you're starved, too, you
burned up so much energy with pretty Rexie on the ride
home." She turned to the redhead and continued, "Sally,
this poor angel is very tired and very hungry and we
both promised her we would take real good care of her
if she was a good girl. She needs breakfast and a nice
nap right away."
"You're right, Deni, she deserves a special treat for
being so good and trying so hard for us," the redhead
replied immediately, "I'll go right down and fix her a
big delicious breakfast while you stay and keep her
company." Sally leaned over the limp blonde and gave
her a lingering kiss, then stood up and hurried to the
doorway; as she unlocked the thick oak door, she looked
back at Linda and added, "You really were just
wonderful with Rex, baby, and he likes you a whole lot.
You're a good good girl."
Sally stepped into the hall and the Linda heard the
lock click once again. The dazed teenager's brain spun
into a black whirlpool of mortification and shame as
she realized what she had done with the slavering
German Shepherd. She instantly burst into
uncontrollable tears, sobbing hysterically as she
remembered how she had begged and pleaded while the
dark haired woman urged the big dog to keep up the
awful animal licking.
The shaking blonde felt sick to her stomach, and her
gut knotted with dry heaves as she gagged and retched,
seeing herself lashed to the seat as the brunette
looked on in delight, petting and praising the big dog
as he lapped and drooled between her legs. She was
suddenly revolted by the touch of the fur bed throw
rubbing against her ass, long soft hair caressing the
back of her thighs; the rich aroma of clean fur in her
nostrils made the sobbing teenager want to vomit. She
felt the waterbed toss and roll as Denise lay down next
to her and the brunette cuddled the shaking girl
tenderly.
"Easy good girl, take it easy, sweetheart, what is it
baby, what's wrong," the woman crooned soothingly,
"relax angel, it's all right, tell Deni what's wrong
good girl. You take it easy now, good girl, easy now.
Tell me all about it, lover, dry those pretty green
eyes and tell Denise what's the matter."
"Oh shit, Denise, what's the matter, how can you ask
what's the matter, you know what's wrong," Linda sobbed
brokenly, burying her face in the pillow, "Jesus
fucking Christ, you strip me naked in front of you and
do that awful terrible stuff for hours with that
goddamn dog. You hurt me and put a collar and a leash
on me, you tell me I'm gonna have to do things that are
even worse and then you want to know what's wrong?
You're treating me like I'm one of the fucking dogs,
you're turning me into a goddamn trained animal, that's
what's fucking wrong." She choked off into wrenching
hiccups, sniffling and wiping her eyes on the luxurious
silk pillowcase.
"Oh sweetheart, don't think like that, it's no wonder
you're upset," Denise replied tenderly, petting the
back of her neck, "oh angel girl, you're just torturing
yourself, you're going to make yourself sick if you
keep on thinking that way baby. Sally and I care about
you, good girl, we do, and nobody wants to hurt you or
have you feel bad."
The brunette cradled the trembling blonde in her arms
and rocked her tenderly, saying "I know it's hard for
you to get used to, it's awful when you go someplace
new and you don't know what to do or say or how to act.
That's why we're going to teach you everything you need
to know, so you can relax and enjoy yourself with us."
Denise gently smoothed the hair back from Linda's
forehead and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Please don't think such ugly bad things about
yourself, angel," she whispered, giving the naked
teenager a reassuring hug, "you're wonderful and Sally
and I love you, you're our good girl. You mustn't fret
so much, baby, just relax and take it easy; we love you
and Rex loves you, and once you really learn how to get
along with him I just know you'll love him, too."
Linda floundered to sit up in bed and grabbed the
brunette's hands desperately. "Denise please, please
listen to me," she wailed in despair, "I can't stay
here, I don't want to do any of these things you want;
I'm scared and I'm miserable and I feel all dirty and
filthy and shitty. Please, please, tell Sally to let me
go, if you care for me you won't want me to do things
that I don't like, please tell her I don't need to be
here and you don't want me to stay, please."
"Oh sweetheart, you don't understand, we do need you
and we do want you to stay," the brunette replied
softly, "Sally and I do need to have you stay with us,
lover, we do. And you'll be do fine here, really you
will; once you learn how to do the things you need to
do, you'll like it, you will, baby, believe me. You've
done so well already we can tell that you're going to
just zip through all the other lessons really quick.
You're going to be the best, sweetheart, the very best,
trust me. Once you get to know Rex and the others
you're going to love taking care of them, and they're
all going to love you, good girl."
"Others, what do you mean, others?" Linda asked
fearfully, her face going instantly pale.
"Why, our other sweet puppies, baby, don't you
remember," Denise replied softly, "I told you right
after you woke up, you must have forgotten. We have
several big pretty boys you haven't seen yet, angel,
but you'll get to meet them as your lessons go along.
But you don't need to think about that at all, Sally
and I have a nice schedule all set for you; you just
relax and take it easy, good girl, leave all that
complicated planning to us. Now you dry your pretty
eyes and sit up here, I think I hear Sally coming with
your breakfast even now. About time, too, you must be
famished, you poor baby."
Linda heard the key rasping in the lock as Denise
finished speaking, and the redhead came in carrying a
huge tray loaded with covered dishes. Sally smiled
warmly at the naked girl and said, "Stay good girl, you
stay, I'll bring it to you." She brought the tray over
to the bed and set it carefully on the nightstand; the
blonde's eyes widened as she saw the shining silver
dish-covers, the huge glasses of milk and orange juice
and a cut-crystal bud vase with a single red rose. The
teenager had thought she'd never eat again, but her
mouth watered at the delicious smells wafting off the
tray and her stomach growled harshly as she swallowed
convulsively.
"Oh sweetheart, you're starving, you poor angel," Sally
said apologetically, "I'm sorry it took so long, good
girl. I wanted to make everything perfect for you
'cause you've been so good, and you've been wasting
away up here while I fussed with things downstairs. I'm
sorry lover, I really am. You must be hungry as a wolf
by now. Will you forgive me, good girl?"
"It's okay, Sally, thank you for fixing it for me,"
Linda replied woodenly, shivering as the word wolf
triggered immediate thoughts of the huge German
Shepherd, "I didn't think I was very hungry, but it all
smells so good I'm afraid I might start just drooling
any minute."
"You just lie still, good girl," the redhead said
sympathetically, "I'll get your plate all ready and
Denise will feed you. Lie still, good girl."
"That's right, babydoll, you just relax and take it
easy," Denise said, "let Denise take care of you,
angel. What good things do you have for our good girl,
Sally?"
"There's fresh-squeezed orange juice, milk and toast
dripping with melted butter, and look," Sally said
proudly as she lifted the silver cover off the plates,
"scrambled eggs with hash browns and sausages and a
nice fresh fruit salad, and," she added, holding up a
small covered dish, "a special surprise, a treat for
our good, good girl."
The women wouldn't let Linda lift a finger, and Denise
and Sally took turns feeding the suddenly ravenous
blonde. Sally made sure the teenager saved some of her
milk but would only say Linda would need it with her
surprise. After the smiling women had fed the blonde
every bite of her breakfast, the redhead picked up the
covered dish and set it on Linda's lap, saying, "I
baked these specially for you, sweetheart, because you
were such a good girl for Rex and Denise and me. Fresh-
baked shortbread treats, good girl."
When Linda lifted the silver cover the food in her
stomach turned to lead. The shortbread cookies were
golden-brown and still warm and smelled delicious; and
they were all in the exact bone-shape of dog biscuit
treats. The brunette held one out to Linda and Sally
and Denise watched with enigmatic smiles as the
teenager silently munched her treats with sips of milk.
"That's for being wonderful, good girl, you did
everything perfect for us, sweetheart," the redhead
said enthusiastically, "you're so clever, what a good,
good girl. You're going to just do wonders with your
training program, sweetheart, I think you were just
made for this, you have natural talent. In no time at
all you'll be the perfect mascot for the Fox and Hounds
Kennel."
"And that reminds me," Sally added with a snap of her
fingers, "I'd almost forgotten, I have something else
for you, angel." She reached down into her bra, pulled
something out from between her breasts and held up an
odd-shaped golden medallion before the mystified
blonde, saying, "This is a special gift from Denise and
me to you, good girl. Now close your eyes and Denise
will fix it for you while I get you a mirror. Close
your eyes, good girl."
Linda looked at Denise as Sally went toward the vanity
table, and closed her eyes when the brunette nodded
reassuringly. The teenager couldn't figure out what the
redhead intended; did Denise have a chain to go with
the medallion, or was she supposed to wear it on a
bracelet or what. The blonde flinched as she felt
Denise's fingertips on her collar and a horrible
suspicion flashed suddenly through her mind.
"Easy good girl, be still," Denise said softly, "I'll
be done in a second, easy now. There you are, good
girl."
"You can open your eyes now, angel," Sally said, giving
the teenager a hand-mirror from the vanity, "go ahead,
look at what we have for you, good girl."
Linda stared into the mirror at the shining medallion
that the brunette had hung from the ring in the front
of her collar. It was sort of shamrock shaped, with
something engraved into the surface in fine letters;
the blonde took a closer look, and finally her brain
began to register what her eyes were telling her. The
medallion wasn't a shamrock at all, it was the shape of
dog's paw-print.
The fine engraved lettering fell into sudden focus and
then blurred instantly as Linda's eyes filled with
tears; Denise and Sally had given her a custom dog
license tag that read: Property of The Fox & Hounds
Kennel--My Name Is Linda. Stricken with mute despair,
the blonde flung the mirror down on the bed and looked
from Sally to Denise and back to the redhead.
"Welcome to the pack, sweetheart," the brunette said,
giving the paralyzed teenager a quick hug, "welcome
home, good girl."
Linda collapsed back onto her pillow with an anguished
moan, burying her face in the silk and sobbing
bitterly. She didn't look up when Denise told Sally,
"This poor baby is just totally exhausted, Sally, she
has to get some rest. We need to go away so our good
girl can get some sleep, she is just beat. You just lie
there and nap, lover," she added, petting the weeping
blonde soothingly on the nape of her neck, "we'll let
ourselves out and you have a nice snooze. Go to sleep,
good girl."
The women got up from the edge of the bed without
another word and walked silently to the door. Linda
heard the lock clack open and waited tensely for the
door of her luxurious cage to close and lock her up
with her collar and tag. After a long minute, the
teenager looked up to find the brunette was gone and
the redhead stood silently watching her from the
doorway.
"That's right, lover, welcome to the pack," Sally
chuckled, giving the blonde a warm, terrifying smile,
"better get some rest, baby, 'cause you're going to
need it." She started out the door, turned back to
Linda and whispered, "Denise and I are gonna train you
until you are absolutely the finest little bitch any of
our pretty dogs has ever shoved his big hot cock in.
Pleasant dreams, good girl."
Linda never heard Sally swing the door shut, she was
sobbing so hard; she cried herself to sleep and woke up
pleading and screaming, dreaming she was in the dark
van again. She dozed off once more, tossing fitfully on
the pillows, woke up feeling fur against her thighs and
whimpered in panic before she realized it was the bed
and not the big dog again. The desperate blonde woke up
crying and begging twice more before exhaustion kept
the nightmares at bay; later in the night she had
another dream, a very different kind, a flash of
realization when she was caught half-asleep and halfway
awake.
Blinking on the dark edge of awareness, the teenager
floated into dazed consciousness covered with sweat,
her nipples half-erect. Confused and breathing fast,
she was petting and stroking the heavy fur throw, half-
imagining she heard a voice in her ear; Linda shuddered
awake in heart-pounding horror as she realized it was
her own voice drowsily whispering, "...yes big dog, oh
yes yes, yes..."
Linda thought when she woke up that she might have
slept through an entire day, or two, or maybe a week.
She woke feeling rested but couldn't understand where
she was for a long minute; she gazed around the lavish
room in confusion until the feel of coarse fur under
her ass suddenly hit home and she sat up with a gasp.
Sunlight was streaming in through the tall windows, the
wrought-iron trellis-work throwing shadow arabesques on
the thick blue-green carpet. The shadow of the swirling
bars reminded the blonde that her elegant bedroom was a
luxurious cage, that she had was missing, kidnapped,
had foolishly allowed herself to become a captive.
Linda felt she was somehow strangely detached from that
reality; she knew she should be terrified, but her body
refused to start up the wild adrenaline panic she had
felt before.
The teenager knew she had practically no chance of
escaping Sally and Denise, and the collar around her
throat hammered home her helplessness every time she
caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She saw
herself a prisoner in a lace castle, controlled by two
lovely and smiling women who turned out to be obsessed
with using her as a sexual toy for a pack of trained
animals. The blonde was numbly certain that there
wasn't a thing she could do to stop them from following
through with their plans.
The despairing runaway's thoughts spun aimlessly, and
it never entered her mind to run again, or even to
check if the door to her room wasn't locked. The
sheltered teenager's brief spark of rebellion had
barely been enough to carry her out the back door when
Aunt Jane was napping. Her shattering night with the
inescapable dog and her ultimate cooperation with the
women's mortifying instructions had utterly overwhelmed
the dependent girl; she had never had a chance against
Sally and Denise's domination.
Linda's own powerlessness seemed to lay a veneer of
tranquility over her horror and despair, and it was
easier not to think than to face her apprehension about
what Sally and Denise would tell her she had to do
next. She walked over to the windows and drew back the
gauzy draperies, gazing out through the bars to the
expanse of landscaped yard between the house and the
kennel. She shivered suddenly when there was a deep
barking from the building and turned her attention to
the flagstone patio just under her windows. Sally was
sitting naked at a glass-topped iron table drinking
coffee, with a large pot handy nearby and a second cup
across from her, half-full.
Denise emerged from the kennel and strolled up the
gravel walkway leading to the house; the brunette saw
Linda standing at the window and waved energetically,
then pointed upward toward her as Sally asked her
something the blonde couldn't hear. Sally stood up and
looked up at her with a warm smile, motioning up with
both hands until the teenager suddenly understood and
raised the window.
"Good morning, sweetheart," the redhead called
cheerfully, "or almost good afternoon, sleepyhead. How
are you, good girl?"
"I'm alright I guess," Linda answered, and then
stammered, "I mean, I'm not -- I feel -- I'm doing okay
so far, Sally." She smiled uncertainly at the woman and
added, "How are you?"
"I feel great, angel, and I'm glad to hear you're
feeling better about life. Things always seem better
after a good night's sleep, I think."
"Hi there, lover," Denise said as she stepped onto the
patio, "ready for some breakfast?"
"Oh yes, thank you," Linda responded instantly, "that
sounds great. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse." She
bit her lip the moment she thought about what she'd
said.
"We don't have any horses around the kennel, baby,"
Sally said, looking up at the blonde with a wicked
laugh, "but I'm sure we can find something for you."
Denise giggled and then said, "Sally you're terrible.
Stop talking dirty and go fix our good girl something
to eat, you mean thing. Take your mind out of your
panties and give my sweetheart a break, can't you see
that she's hungry?"
"I'm going right now, Denise, you don't have to nag
me," the redhead replied, laughing as she headed toward
the house, "and don't try to put Linda on about who's
got their mind on their crotch, sister. What was Prince
barking about while you were in the kennel, Deni?"
"I looked in to say good morning to him and he got a
little excited, if you must know," the brunette said
primly, "and I didn't want him raising hell so I took a
minute to get him calmed down. Now stop fucking around
and go fix Linda's breakfast."
"Sometime soon we'll let you watch how Denise plays
with that big puppy, sugar," Sally called to Linda as
the teenager blushed at the window, "it's late enough
for brunch anyhow. How about sandwiches and soup, some
salad or maybe veggies, what do you think, good girl."
"Yes, yes, yes," Linda answered, "I want it all, Sally,
thank you. Can I have some orange juice? Can I help?"
"Of course you can have juice, baby, you can have a
gallon of juice if you want it," Denise said as Sally
went in the house, "and what a sweetheart you are for
wanting to help. You are such a treasure, Linda, I'm so
glad we picked you to come and stay with us. I'll go
help Sally and you can just relax and enjoy the
sunshine, good girl. See you in a few minutes."
Linda had just finished getting cleaned up and was
brushing her hair at the vanity table when her door
swung open and Denise and Sally came in carrying trays
of club sandwiches and tomato soup, with fresh-cut
vegetables, two kinds of dip and a pitcher of fresh
orange juice. The women set the trays on the coffee
table in front of the couch, and Sally gave an admiring
whistle as Linda came over to them.
"That bikini tan really looks good on you, angel," the
redhead said, "you've got beautiful skin color and I
like the way your breasts show off against it, makes
your nipples extra pretty."
"You won't be mad if I put something on, would you,
Sally," Linda asked softly, "I didn't know if I should
get dressed or not."
"I'll explain the dressing rules and then it'll be easy
for you, lover," Denise told her, putting soup and
sandwich on the table and waving the teenager toward
the couch, "sit good girl, and I'll tell you how it
goes. You can wear whatever you want to unless Sally or
I tell you different. If we tell you we want you to
wear something special, you have to wear what you're
told. If we want you to put it on by yourself, you do
it; if we want to dress you ourselves, we'll do it."
The brunette came over and settled beside the teenager
on the couch and began softly massaging her shoulders,
adding, "If we tell you to strip, you have to take
everything off; if we want to strip you, we'll take all
your clothes off. Except for those four rules you're on
your own. When you've admitted you're ready to strip
one of us down, we'll talk about it. Eat your sandwich,
good girl."
As they were finishing brunch, Sally looked over at
Linda and said "It's a beautiful day, it's sunny and
warm; let's play a dress-up game first, and then maybe
later you'd like to go for a walk, good girl?"
"Oh, Sally, can I, I mean can we?" the blonde
exclaimed, clapping her hands, "can we really? Yes,
please, I'd like that a lot; will you come too, Denise,
please say yes."
"Thank you for asking, angel," the brunette answered
happily, "of course I will, I wouldn't miss it for the
world. I'd love to see you romping in the sunshine,
baby; a good girl needs plenty of exercise. Let's pick
out something nice for her first dress-up game, Sally,
come on."
The blonde watched in embarrassed dismay as the women
searched quickly through the dresser and the armoire,
pulling out one piece of lingerie, then another,
whispering eagerly to each other like two girls playing
dress-up. The full-length mirror showed Linda that her
cheeks were red with embarrassment and shame, but her
reflection's nipples were standing out stiffly. Her
mind was a whirl of fear, doubt and confusion, but she
had no time to think before Denise and Sally were back
with a handful of lacy lingerie.
"Easy, good girl, take it easy," the brunette said
soothingly, "Denise and Sally are going to dress you
all pretty now, good girl, just be easy."
"Look what I have for you, angel," Sally said, holding
out a pair of long silk stockings, "these lovely hose
will help you look pretty for us." She knelt quickly
beside the teenager and commanded, "Lift your foot,
good girl, so I can put them on you. Lift your foot,
good girl."
The stockings were thigh-high and ultra-sheer white,
with a scatter of rhinestones up the ankle and onto the
calf, and Sally told Denise that they'd set off
beautifully against Linda's tan. They felt silky smooth
gliding up her legs and it gave her shivers just to
watch in the mirror as the redhead slid them slowly up
her thighs.
"And now this, sweetheart," Sally whispered, picking up
a ruffled garter belt and reaching around the blonde's
hips.
It felt screamingly erotic as the redhead circled it
around Linda's waist, all jade green lace and white
elastic, with near-transparent ruffles of pale emerald
silk running down the sides of each garter strap. The
blonde shivered as Sally fastened the waistband hooks
and attached the straps to the sheer silk hosiery,
murmuring approvingly as she noticed how the delicate
green lace framed and accentuated the teenager's bronze
pubic ringlets. The ruffled garter straps felt
luxurious and decadent stretching down over Linda's ass
and hips, a lot like Denise's constantly caressing
fingers, lightly fondling the teenager whenever she
moved.
"Now see this, angel," the brunette crooned, holding a
length of sheer fabric up toward the mirror, "another
pretty thing for our good girl." She stepped close
behind the blonde, stroked the soft lace slowly over
Linda's firm smooth ass and added, "Let me put this on
you, lover, hold your arms back here for me. Such a
pretty girl you are, what a good good girl."
Denise had brought her a sheer silk and lace babydoll
nightie, creamy kelly-green with lacework so gossamer
it was like putting cobwebs over her tits and ass. The
dark-haired woman held the hip-length gown as the
teenager slipped her arms in; then Denise gently slid
her hands around from Linda's back, fondling the
blonde's full breasts with both hands as she adjusted
the open front of the nightie.
Linda's nipples still stood out stiffly as the brunette
smoothed the perfumed lingerie over her jugs, and
Denise was breathing hard as she tugged the ruffled hem
down to the garter belt. Linda reached up to tie the
string bows that held the nightie closed, and Sally
instantly reached to hold her hands down at her hips.
"No, no, good girl, be still," the redhead ordered
firmly, "leave it open for us, hear me? If we want it
tied, we'll tell you can tie it. Now be still, good
girl."
"What a pretty girl you are, angel," Denise crooned,
running her hands over the blonde's round breasts and
down onto her hips. The dark-haired woman caressed the
teenager's taut ass with both hands and whispered,
"You're a very good girl, Linda, you've been such a
good girl. You look beautiful, sweetheart; there are
only a couple more things and then you'll be all
ready."
Satisfied with the teenager's exotic costume, the
brunette led the silk-clad blonde closer to the long
mirror and removed another item from the armoire. She
brought the consummate touch from the bottom shelf,
pearly patent-leather mules with wide ankle straps and
spike heels so high Linda knew she could barely walk in
them. Linda was afraid to even wonder what she was
getting all ready for, and she was almost relieved at
the break in her thoughts when she got more
instructions from Denise.
"Lift this foot, good girl," the brunette ordered,
kneeling beside her and guiding her stockinged foot
into the high-heel shoe, "and now lift this foot.
That's right, that's my good good girl." Denise buckled
the broad pearl-studded ankle straps and said, "Stand
tall now, baby, that's good. Look how pretty you are,
sweetheart, isn't she a pretty girl, Sally?"
"Just like an angel," the redhead whispered, "disguised
as an expensive whore. You are beautiful, baby, and I
think you're ready to get started your first lesson.
You stay right where you are, good girl; Denise will
put your bracelets on while I go get Rexie for you."
Linda's eyes widened in panic and she gazed pleadingly
at Denise as Sally went over and unlocked the door,
then peered into the hall; the teenager started shaking
as the redhead stepped out the door and whistled
sharply.
"Easy good girl, take it easy," Denise whispered
soothingly, kissing her softly on the mouth and
caressing her bare breasts, "it's all right, you're
okay." The brunette reached into a dresser drawer and
pulled out a pair of wide, velvet-lined leather wrist
bands, studded with rhinestones and heavy buckles. "All
you have to do is listen to Sally and then do
everything she tells you," the woman continued,
wrapping a heavy bracelet around the blonde's right
wrist and fastening the buckle.
"Rex won't hurt you, angel, he's going to make you feel
good; and there isn't much new to learn today, this is
only the first lesson, kind of going over what Rexie
showed you last night," Denise added, buckling the
other strap around Linda's left wrist. "Sally and I
will tell you what you need to do good girl, take it
easy."
Sobbing in despair, the teenager balanced carefully on
the spike heels, swallowed the last of her tears and
stared blankly into the long mirror. Her reflection
gazed tearfully back, a beautiful blonde-haired victim
in collar and lace, waiting in numb horror while her
two cheerful captors prepared to introduce her to her
trained canine lover. The huge Shepherd came up the
stairs and down the hall at a full gallop as Sally
stepped back in the door; he dashed into Linda's room
and the redhead locked the door while hopeful Rex
frisked around the room in eager anticipation.
Linda could see that the big dog obviously knew what
was coming and was looking forward to working her over
once again. The teenager threw a last desperate glance
at Denise, but the brunette was breathing hard and her
eyes were shining as she watched the eager animal
prancing in circles around Linda. Sally walked over to
the blonde and smiled encouragingly, patting her gently
on the shoulder.
"Stand here in front of the mirror, good girl," she
said quietly, pointing where she wanted the teenager to
move; Linda obediently positioned herself in front of
the huge mirror and waited fearfully to see what would
happen next. The girl watched in surprise as Denise
went over to the closet and brought two tall, heavy
brass pipes over beside the mirror.
The blonde stared in confusion while the brunette slid
one post into a socket in the floor about five feet in
front of the mirror on the left side, then moved over
to the right side and fitted the other post into place.
Linda still couldn't figure out what was going on as
Denise took her hand and pulled her gently into place
between the two metal posts, facing the huge mirror.
She gave a strangled moan as the redhead commanded,
"Now spread your legs, lover, make some room for your
big boy down there. Spread your legs for him, good
girl." She watched as Linda shifted her feet apart
slightly, then said, "Wider, baby, move your feet apart
more," the redhead stepped close to the trembling
blonde, using her foot to move the girl's high-heel
shoe to the right spot, "that's my good good girl."
Linda watched in bewildered silence as Denise pulled a
short length of chain from the dresser drawer and
dropped to her knees beside the confused blonde. The
teenager had a flash of shocked understanding when
brunette quickly snapped one end of the chain to a
heavy ring at the base of the brass post and the other
end onto the ankle strap of Linda's right shoe. Before
the stunned girl could speak, the woman moved to her
other side and snapped a second chain at her left
ankle, anchoring the blonde in place between the metal
posts with her legs spread wide.
The big dog scrambled around in front of the mirror and
stopped directly in front of the horrified teenager;
tongue lolling, the Shepherd sniffed delicately at her
stockinged thigh and then turned to look at the
redhead, obviously waiting for Sally's permission to
begin eating her alive. "Please, Sally, please," the
anguished teenager whispered imploringly, "please don't
let him--"
"Quiet good girl, be still," the redhead ordered
sharply, "don't make me scold you again. We're almost
ready, baby; now raise your arms up like this for me."
Sally took Linda's hands and pulled the girl's arms up
over her head, stretching her wrists out to either
side. Linda gave a strangled sob as Sally held her arms
stretched up over her head while Denise took two more
short chains from the drawer and anchored the hapless
girl's wrists to the brass pillars.
Sally walked around Linda as the weeping girl stared at
herself, studied the sobbing blonde chained spread-
eagle before the mirror and then said, "That's good
baby, that's a good good girl. Now stay, hear me, you
stay good girl. The only thing we need to do now is
give you a little something to help you relax and enjoy
yourself; get the surprise for our good girl, Deni."
The brunette hurried to the dresser, then came back
with a small carved wood box and took out what looked
like the clear plastic face mask they used to give
people oxygen in hospitals. Linda watched dumbstruck as
Denise took a thin cigarette from the box and stuck it
into a short tube in the front of the mask. The
brunette held a lighter to the end of the cigarette,
held the mask against her face and inhaled, breathing
deep as the smoke swirled into the clear plastic
covering her nose and mouth. She stared as the woman
held her breath and pulled the mask away from her face,
holding it out toward the captive teenager.
"All you have to do is breathe, angel," Sally said with
a smile, "Denise will hold the mask for you."
"I don't want any of that, Sally, whatever it is,"
Linda whispered, "I've never smoked in my whole life."
"You do now, angel," the redhead replied, "and you're
gonna like it a lot, I promise. This isn't tobacco,
sweetheart," she added as Denise exhaled noisily, "no
nasty nicotine at all, it's a little mixture Deni and I
put together."
"It's really great shit, baby," the brunette added,
moving the mask toward Linda's face, "it'll make you
feel so good and you'll really like it, we know you
will." As the desperate teenager angrily turned her
face away, Denise clamped one hand around the back of
the girl's neck and pressed the mask tightly over the
helpless blonde's nose and mouth.
Linda twisted and jerked against the chains holding her
in place, but there was no way to escape the determined
brunette. The captive blonde tried to hold her breath,
but Denise kept the mask clamped over her face until
the girl gave up and gasped for air. Smoke swirled into
the mask and Linda choked as she sucked the heavy,
spicy-smelling vapor down into her lungs. The blonde
gave a wracking cough and her next strangled breath
pulled even more of the smoke into the mask; the stuff
tasted acrid and somehow sweet at the same time as she
choked and sucked in a third gasping breath.
The teenager's ears rang and she felt suddenly dizzy.
Sally watched with a smile as Denise held the mask in
place while Linda struggled and screamed, coughing and
gasping in still more of the dense, sweet-smelling
smoke. Linda was sobbing and panting for breath when
the brunette finally pulled the mask away. The girl's
head was spinning and she could feel her pulse racing;
her knees were weak and she thought she would have
fallen if she hadn't been chained in place. Her skin
tingled and she thought she could hear her blood
rushing through her veins.
"What-what is that shit," she gasped, swaying with
tears in her eyes, "what is going on, I feel weird as
hell, what the hell did you give me?"
"Just a little something Denise and I came up with, a
mixture of things, baby," Sally replied with a chuckle,
"a little hashish and some opium to help you relax,
some mushroom to increase your sensitivity, and a pinch
of cocaine to speed up your heart and get you excited.
It will loosen you up, kind of put you in the right
frame of mind to really appreciate sexy Rexie more. And
I think she's about ready now, Deni, so go ahead and
get him started."
"Sit, Rex, sit boy," Denise commanded, patting the
smooth inside of the blonde's thigh just below her
snatch, "come sit right here for Linda, sweetheart, sit
up baby." The blonde tugged helplessly at her bonds and
stood shaking and crying in her towering heels as the
obedient animal moved to sit between her legs. When she
felt the dog's first sultry breath waft over her bush,
Linda dropped her head and closed her eyes.
"Now be still, good girl," Sally ordered softly, "you
be still. All right, Rex, make Linda happy."
Rex sat quietly with his dripping muzzle inches away
from the teenager's spread bush, snorting softly, and
panting furnace-hot breath over her snatch. When the
sobbing blonde remained obediently motionless, the big
Shepherd leaned slightly forward and licked delicately
at the front of her crotch. Unable to escape the
watching women and the determined animal, Linda stood
helpless in front of the mirror, legs spread wide on
either side of the big dog, balancing awkwardly with
her wet pussy spread wide over his gaping jaws.
Rex wasted no time in settling in for some prolonged
tonguing of the succulent teenage snatch; his hot
panting huffed against Linda's frizzy bronze pubic
bush, sending shivers up her flat belly and making her
nipples stiffen instantly. Linda's breath caught in her
throat as the sweltering dog-tongue rasped over the
curly hair around her snatch, but somehow the velvet
touch of the Shepherd's tongue on her mons today was
not quite bad enough to send her into the screaming
panic she had felt last night. Her heart was pounding,
her skin tingled and she felt like electricity was
running through her nerves; her thoughts were racing
and she realized with horror that the drug the depraved
women had given her was taking over her body and her
brain.
The excited Shepherd's drool-slathered tongue washed up
between the captive blonde's shivering thighs,
slithering from the back of her twat forward, spreading
her sensitive lips and flickering over her exposed
clitoris on every stroke. Helpless, marooned spread-
legged with the gargoyle dog lapping at her
contentedly, Linda felt her crotch warming and her
snatch buzzing with depraved excitement minute by
minute. She writhed and jerked over the animal's
muzzle, realizing that Sally and Denise were right, the
drugs would make her respond no matter how horrified
she felt.
The big dog's licking escalated as her renegade pussy
began to melt and juices flowed down onto his probing
muzzle. Sally and Denise watched with wide smiles as
the teenager's cheeks flushed and her nipples crinkled
beneath the thin silk negligee. The defenseless blonde
heard herself breathing harder, and felt herself
straining up on tiptoe each time the tenacious
Shepherd's velvet-smooth tongue lathered over her clit.
The softly weeping blonde moaned deep in her throat and
Denise and Sally stared in fascination as Rex continued
the slow steady lapping at her pussy, tail wagging,
drooling on the frizzy bronze pubic hair between the
lacy garter straps. The massive dog panted and slavered
over the teenager's warm snatch, and the lace tops of
her stockings quickly darkened as aroused doggie saliva
trickled down her thighs. Within minutes, Linda began
breathing faster and her pink nipples began stiffening
under the transparent babydoll gown; the teenager's tan
stomach twitched with the pulse hammering in her
increasingly steamy snatch.
When her quivering pussy began dripping into his mouth
and his saliva soaked her lace-trimmed stockings, Rex
began licking harder and faster at the delicious
teenage pussy spread open in front of him. Linda felt
her crotch begin to loosen and throb as hot blood
surged to her pubes; the scanty lace garter belt gave
no cover at all to her responsive snatch, and within a
minute her bush was saturated and her pussy dripped
sweet sticky ooze onto the big dog's tongue.
"Slow, baby, go slow for Linda," Sally commanded as the
Shepherd began working up a consistent rhythm, "go slow
for the good girl, lover, make it last. I want to see
her all wired up before you finish, big dog. Open your
eyes, sweetheart," she added to Linda, "I want you to
watch him while he does it to you. Open your eyes, good
girl, watch."
Linda's eyes snapped open, focusing on the huge
Shepherd lapping enthusiastically amid the silk and
lace around her soaked and thoroughly inflamed snatch.
Staring in horrified fascination at her reflection in
the huge mirror, the blonde was mortified at the awful
vision of the enormous animal crouched between her
thighs, jaws gaping as he licked slowly and
deliberately at her saturated crotch. The tall heels
put her sensitive slit at the ideal height for the big
dog's lapping, and his broad wet tongue slathered
across the width of her snatch, spreading her lips wide
open.
His eager lapping parted the shaking blonde's drool-
soaked pubic bush, leaving her delicate pink lips and
throbbing clitoris completely open to the slippery
probing dog tongue. The teenager's forehead was beaded
with sweat and she gasped for breath as the big dog's
tongue lathered over her bush, onto her thighs and up
to her flat belly, then dropped back down between the
ruffled straps that framed her dripping clitoris.
The inescapable eager tongue swarming over her lace-
sheathed bush made the captive blonde shudder with
shameful desire, and she sobbed with humiliation as the
chains held her spread-eagled in front of the mirror.
Linda moaned in despair as she realized that the
incessant licking was slowly making her hotter and
hotter while Denise and Sally watched her every move;
she choked back a sob when the redhead's voice gave the
next order of her awful lesson.
"Pet the pretty boy a little bit now, Denise," Sally
whispered huskily, "let Rex know how much Linda likes
having him do that for his baby doll. Pet the big dog
so he knows he's making his good girl happy."
Hanging her head and crying silently in her silk and
lace, Linda watched in despair as Denise slowly reached
down to the big dog and stroked his head and rubbed his
ears; she groaned in despair as the warm tongue rasped
against the silk and lacework around her bush. The
shattered blonde stared at herself in the long mirror
with the brunette petting the panting Shepherd and
rubbing his ears and neck as he snuffled and drooled
over her gaping bronze-bushed pussy.
Shivering uncontrollably, Linda groaned and panted
desperately for breath while Denise kept patting and
stroking the enthusiastic animal crouched slavering
between her thighs; the throbbing in her crotch was
building and she knew she had to get some relief or she
would come at any moment.
She tried swaying her hips from side to side to keep
the velvet tongue away from her clit, shifting and
jittering until she was virtually dancing before the
mirror, twitching and gasping with her clit hovering
over the skillful animal's tireless licking. Despite
her fear and mortification, Linda found herself
responding with increasing excitement to the dog's
expert tongue. Letting go of the big dog's ears, Denise
ran her hands down his neck and shoulders, then stroked
her hands up the insides of Linda's stockinged thighs;
the feel of the dog's coarse fur encircled by her sheer
stockings and sleek skin brought goosebumps out on the
blonde's tits shoulders.
Denise rubbed the lace ruffles of the garter belt
against the teenager's smooth upper thighs and brought
her hand up to caress Linda's swelling breasts. Linda's
mouth was dry and her breath came fast as the redhead
also reached over and fondled the firm globes, rolling
the blonde's swollen pink nipples between thumb and
forefinger. Straightening bolt upright, Linda dropped
her head back and panted for air as Denise and Sally
kept playing with her tits, still swiveling her crotch
in lingering circles over the continuous doggie
blowjob.
The Shepherd made delighted whining noises between the
shuddering blonde's legs as he continued tonguing her
eager pussy toward meltdown. Moaning and shaking, Linda
clenched her fists around her chains and dropped her
head down, crying in silence as the eager Shepherd
lapped maddeningly at her melting pussy while Denise
leaned over to lick her aching nipples. She realized
she was totally helpless, every move controlled by the
women intently watching the obedient animal licking
eagerly between her legs. The teenager thought that she
couldn't be more humiliated, desperate and ashamed, but
Sally's next order made her understand that the two
women had other plans.
"Now talk to the big dog, good girl," the redhead
commanded softly, "I want you to tell Rexie how much
like to have him lick you. Let the pretty dog know how
good it is for you, baby. Speak to him, good girl,
speak."
Continued in chapter 3...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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