Tales of the Pandeic 5 - Renee the Babysitter

- by Alvo Torelli, June, 2020

(M+f, b+f, Ff, humil, bond, best, con, gang)

If you need to start at the beginning of the story - please go here .

Part VI: Changes

It was over a month into her captivity that Taylor concocted a truly diabolical torment for his fuck-toy, a day when everything changed.

It was a Saturday. Everyone slept late. No one bothered the young lovers. Breakfast was late. Eventually, Taylor brought Renee down to the dining table himself, leading her by her ever-present tit-leash. Renee had sensed a change coming for days, and this morning she felt something in the air, some impending reshaping of the routine she had fallen into. Around the table, with their coffee and eggs and cereal, she caught people sneaking glances at her and grinning. It made her nervous. Even Camilla smiled once. When she got down on the floor to eat her slop, and the big dog jumped on her back for his usual morning fuck, she couldn't stop wondering what was happening, what was coming. She shivered, and not just from the massive climax the dog gave her as he emptied his cum into her body, once again.

Renee was still wondering an hour later as Taylor directed his cousins to bind her on her back on a small padded coffee table, with her head hanging down over the end. It didn't seem a very original position, and Renee resigned herself to a long afternoon servicing the family members. But Taylor himself stepped up and showed Renee something she'd never seen before - a ring gag. It was a big ring gag; the ring was very thick, diminishing the size of its hole. "Open your mouth, cunt!" Taylor demanded. Renee complied with her youngest master. She had to open very wide for him to get the ring into her mouth and seated behind her teeth. He tightened the straps behind her head with force and locked the buckle with a small padlock. She knew her jaw was going to ache soon.

Taylor showed Renee the anal plug with the long furry tail and she squirmed on the table with excitement and fear. She could lift her head, but not enough to see him when he moved between her legs. The point of the oily plug at her ass told him what he was doing. It was strange to scream with the ring gag in her mouth! Gosh, the anal plug was so big! But wait, what was Taylor doing now? Oh! He pushed an egg vibrator up into her cunny, then another. Oh! A third one! Oh god, oh god, the vibrations were so intense, so good, so... Aaagggghh!

It didn't make sense to the poor girl. This was the time of day when she was supposed to be available for members of the family to use her as they saw fit, for hours. It was her duty as their fuck-toy. But Taylor had filled her ass and her cunny. She had the strange ring-gag in her mouth. How was anyone supposed to fuck her? She was so confused.

To add to Renee's confusion, one by one the family arrived in the family room and quietly made themselves comfortable, watching her silently. Soon they were all there, even Grandpa Joe. No one touched her. No one said nasty things to her. They just watched her. They smiled and their smiles frightened her.

Taylor led Rufus into the room and let him go. The horny big dog made a beeline for Renee's cunny, but when he found it already occupied and buzzing like it was full of bees he backed away, whining. He was back in a few seconds, searching and sniffing. He licked her sides - tickling her horribly. He lashed his big tongue across her nipples, one after another. Renee was already at the edge of insanity from the vibrations - the dog's tongue nearly pushed her over.

She wanted to beg. Please, Master, let me cum! But the ring gag prevented it. Why were they all there watching her? What was going on? Why were they smiling!? The sense that something was about to change, forever, frightened her more than anything.

Rufus kissed her with his long tongue, pushing it through the ring gag and swiping it all around her wide stretched lips. She couldn't stop him, not that she wanted to. But she squirmed under the onslaught.

Just being around Renee was enough to excite the big dog and trigger his instincts for dominance. He'd staked his claim as the little bitch's Alpha, but there were always all these other dominant males sniffing around her sex. He constantly needed to reassert himself as her primary master - leading him to want to mate with her as often as he could. With all the other males looking on, exuding their desire for his bitch, he was desperate to prove his claim over her fecund, luscious form!

Renee gasped through her ring gag when the huge dog leaped atop her chest, hooking his forelegs against her bound arms. Suddenly, she could see nothing but rapidly thrusting, searching dog cock - bright red, glistening, pointed - pointed directly at her face. She saw the huge black balls that swung wildly as he thrust at her face. No, no, no! she screamed in her mind. More than once, Taylor had forced Renee to suck the dog's gigantic cock, but he'd never actually fucked her mouth. It was terrifying! And oh, god, now she understood the awful ring gag. No! This couldn't be happening!

There was one tiny advantage to having the dog try to fuck her mouth - Renee could see where he was wildly thrusting. He was nowhere near the mark. His cock kept hitting her on her cheek or her forehead or her nose. Only now and then did he come anywhere near her mouth, despite how wide the ring gag held it open. His precum kept jetting out, stinging her face. He growled in frustration and his growl went straight to Renee's core. She had to help him! Oh god, she was such a slut.

It was like playing ring-toss at the carnival - if the ring was attached to your mouth and you were trying to toss it over a moving pole of slimy red flesh. And the prize? Nine people watching you get face-fucked by a dog. The humiliating reality of what she was trying to do drove Renee crazy. She was already so aroused! She strained her neck, twisted her head this way and that - and she did it!

Rufus shifted his stance and rammed forward the second he felt his cock slide through the ring gag and skim across Renee's waiting tongue. He yipped with pleasure. He jack-hammered into his little bitch, not caring which hole he was fucking, just so long as she submitted to his dominance.

Renee panicked. She'd never had to deep throat any of the men this quickly - nor could any of them stroke in and out of her throat so fast. She was sure she would suffocate. Every muscle strained in a desperate, instinctual need to escape - but she only yanked at her bonds ineffectively. There was no escaping the dog's attack. He was bent on raping her throat and she was helpless to stop him. It was so exciting!

But the inevitable happened. Once Rufus was fully engaged in his bitch's throat, his cock swelled and lengthened. It would barely slide through the constriction of the ring gag, but he refused to stop pounding inside her, not until he was done dominating her. The cock swelled further and he had to force it even deeper into her throat to get the thin base of the huge red pole into the opening of the ring gag.

And then, just as Renee had realized it would, the knot began to swell and swell inside Renee's mouth. His cock was deep down in her throat, blocking her throbbing esophagus. She could barely draw a breath down her windpipe with her nose pressed hard into the dog's huge, dark ball sacs. His odor overwhelmed her senses. The knot swelled even further, filling every corner of her oral cavity, straining her jaw, and flaring her panic even higher.

Renee knew well how much a big dog like Rufus could cum. He didn't disappoint her. The second his cock was tightly sealed inside of her, his balls let loose a torrent of thin, hot dog cum. It warmed her chest as it flooded down into her stomach. He continued to thrust against her face, slapping his balls into her nose and forehead, while he filled his little bitch with his potent sperm.

At that moment Renee no longer cared just how badly she'd been defiled, or how humiliating it was to be face-raped by a dog in front of the whole family - Renee only cared about the explosive orgasm that suffused her entire body and mind. Her doggy lover had achieved his release, and so Renee was allowed to have hers as well. It was glorious. With her ass full, her cunt tortured by three vibrating eggs and her canine master deep in her throat, the orgasm spread through every fiber of her body. She thrashed on the little table. She tried to scream around the huge cock. She arched her back and spasmed everywhere. Little Renee was in heaven.

She also had a huge dog-cock down her throat. And the ring gag pressed against her teeth would hold the gigantic knot in her mouth until the knot deflated completely. Renee understood, she'd always understood, she was destined to be mouth-tied to the canine for a long time.

As always, once he'd cum in his bitch, Rufus calmed and prepared to wait. His rapid breathing and heartbeat slowed. Minutes later the vibrators in Renee's pussy stopped torturing her and she felt them sliding out of her.

A moment later, a large, rigid cock entered her cunt and proceeded to fuck her. It was energetic and powerful, but tender at the same time. She couldn't tell who was fucking her, but he drove her orgasm on. Soon, too soon, he came in her with passionate, needful thrusts. He was replaced almost at once. Another thick, long cock thrust in and out of her spasming, tingling cunt for long minutes, until he came deep inside her. Another took his place at once. One by one, slowly and with a strange kindness she'd never felt from them before, every man in the family took his turn stroking his cock deep in the velvet embrace of the bound, sexy fifteen-year-old. Even Jayden, in the end, left his boy-seed in her pussy. She'd never been fucked so many times without pause - six men and one boy - but it had been heaven.

It must have taken nearly an hour for all the men to leave their cum inside the little girl, for the dog's knot was finally gone. Rufus slid out of Renee's mouth and suddenly she could see again. She could see the family sitting around, smiling at her. Her sense of impending change made her gasp.

"Well now, little fuck-toy," Camilla said, startling Renee. She knelt on the floor next to the table and leaned over Renee from the side. She rested an arm over Renee's torso and idly, gently played with the child's nipples as she spoke her. "Did you enjoy Taylor's special treat?"

Renee lifted her head to look into Camilla's eyes. Why was she smiling? It wasn't an evil smile, it was a happy smile. "Y-yes, Master," she stammered.

"I'm so glad," Camilla responded. "Because I have something to tell you, dear, something wonderful."

Why was Camilla being nice to her!? It was frightening. "What, Master?"

"Have you been taking your birth control pills every morning, like a good slut?"

"Yes, Master!" Oh god, why was Camilla asking her about the birth control pills?

"What would you say if I told you that I swapped your pills for sugar pills, Renee?"

Renee's eyes went wide. No! No, she couldn't have done that! NO! "Oh Master, please, please don't tell me that!"

"Now, don't be such a spoilsport, little one. It's a fact - I got you to pee on a pregnancy test last night when you were outside struggling to squat. You didn't even notice, silly child." Camilla smiled at the distraught girl.

"No, no, please! Tell me you're joking. I'm too young to have a baby. Please, Master, please!"

"Oh come now, little slut. Don't you understand - this makes you one of the family. You're more than just our fuck-toy now, darling - you're our breeder."

"Noooo! This can't be happening. What's going to happen to me.?"

"I told you, cunt. You're one of the family now. You don't think we'd let you out of our sight now that you're carrying our little baby, do you? But I'm sure you're going to feel completely different about it when you find out who the father is. You're going to be thrilled."

A whole new kind of panic overwhelmed Renee. The father? How could they know who the father was? They'd all been fucking her for weeks and weeks. It could any of them! It could be Grandpa Joe! "Oh god, Master, please tell me," Renee whimpered.

"But you already know. Think, you stupid slut!" Camilla crooned at her. "Think. Haven't you noticed? It's been going on for weeks. As soon they all knew about you and..., well, then they all agreed."

Oh god! Agreed to what? Her and who? Renee tried to think, but it was so hard! She'd been fucked over and over, so many times! But... but... no, it couldn't be... Why hadn't she realized it? It had happened over and over and she hadn't put it together. She thought back all the way to her third day with the sex-crazed family. She became sure. Time and time again she'd been fucked by a man, only to have him pull out of her before he came. She'd thought they were just trying to humiliate her by spewing their thick seed onto her milky skin - or by making her swallow it! But they didn't pull out of her throat. They didn't pull out of her ass - they only pulled out of her cunt.

It all became clear to the stunned teen. Since nearly the beginning of her time with the Jacksons, only two males had ever left their seed in the vicinity of Renee's fertile eggs - Taylor and Rufus. Taylor, her lover, and Rufus, her Alpha. She brought her glistening eyes up to meet Camilla's gaze. She quivered all over as a strange, amazing glow spread through her body. "Taylor?" she whispered.

As she whispered Taylor's name, the boy stepped forward and slowly sank his respectable preteen cock into Renee's sopping, sloppy cunt. He could not have found a better way to explain how deep his love was for the pretty teen babysitter than by showing intimate tenderness to her in front of his family.

"Yes dear, Taylor is your baby daddy," Camilla answered. "Now enjoy his company." With that, all the members of the family slowly filed out of the room, quiet as church mice, leaving the young lovers to their intimate, slow, fuck.

Another week went by. Now that they knew she was pregnant by Taylor, the men were free to use her body any way they wished, and they did. But the routine was shattered. They were nice to her! They were 'careful' with her. They lost their interest in dominating and humiliating her, simply using her as a sex aide. They even let her cum. She wasn't their fuck-toy any more - she was Taylor and Rufus's fuck-toy. She even sat at the dinner table with them - after she'd carried their food over on the awful tray.

School ended. The private performances ended too. Renee had more free time, which she happily spent in Taylor's arms or down on the floor happily tied to Rufus. There was more on the news about the possibility of opening back up the economy.

One night after dinner, JJ and the twins announced they were going to fly home, taking Grandpa Joe with them. There was a lot of rigamarole about protecting Grandpa Joe from the virus, but the old man insisted. Then Jordan declared he would leave the same day. He looked at his son, waiting for the boy to declare what he wanted to do - return to his own home, his mother, or stay with his babysitter. Taylor asked to stay and Renee's heart soared.

She would have thrown her arms around Taylor and kissed him if she hadn't been standing on her tiptoes with the pole of frustration deep in her ass, ball-gagged and handcuffed, while Rufus busily licked up the copious cum that kept leaking from her pussy and drove her insane with lust.

"Well then," Camilla said over her cocktail. "I guess it's time, while we're all still together, to consider having a ceremony."

Ceremony? What was Camilla talking about! Renee knew that it was never good when she didn't understand what Camilla had in mind.

"For fuck's sake, Camilla - he hasn't even asked her yet!" Grandpa Joe growled. "Boy don't have the gumption."

"Yeah, he's too chicken shit," Jayden threw in with a grin.

"Hey, fuck yourself with a sharp fork!" Taylor threw back at his cousin.

Renee looked hard at Taylor as he got up from the couch, looking suddenly embarrassed. What was going on!? Taylor snapped his fingers at Rufus. His well-trained dog stepped back and stood at his side. Taylor - what are you doing!? Renee wanted to scream. No, no, oh god, no!

Taylor dropped to one knee in front of Renee. Rufus dropped to the floor next to him. "Renee," Taylor said, looking up into her beautiful face. "You're the best fuck-toy anyone has ever known. You're amazing and we never, ever want to lose you. I promise, we both promise, to give you what you need, now and forever, you and the baby. We love you. Will you please marry us, me and Rufus? Please?" He held out a small velvet box and opened it to show Renee a ring - a simple band of silver. Even Renee could tell it wasn't a ring for her finger.

Her heart nearly exploded in her chest. They wanted to marry her! They wanted to stay with her forever. Oh gosh, the things Taylor could do to her! And Rufus's big cock! Renee nodded her head, enthusiastically and a cheer went up from the family. Then the exercise cock in her ass went off and she had to squeeze it as hard she could to make it stop shocking her. It was the perfect accent to her perfect moment.

With the others itching to leave, they held the ceremony two days later. Renee pined for her mother, wishing she could come. But that was impossible. She'd already had to explain to her mother that she'd be staying with the Jacksons indefinitely.

Camilla officiated, ordained on-line just for the occasion. She wore a flowing robe of blue that sparkled in the light. Her huge smile was genuine - happy, evil, and hungry all at the same time. All the men wore suits, even Jayden. They looked so tall and handsome. Taylor and Rufus stood at the alter - a silk sheet thrown over Grandpa's stocks - waiting for their bride. Taylor even sported a red cummerbund, perfectly matched to the ribbon tied in a bow around the huge dog's neck.

It was Grandpa Joe who led the blushing bride slowly down the aisle. She wore new, white bondage boots with straps buckled all the way up to her knees. A very short chain from ankle to ankle forced her to take the tiniest steps. From her knees to the top of her head, covered with a lacy white veil, she was naked. But she was not unadorned. Renee's beautiful engagement ring gleamed in the light as she took each tiny step towards the alter. It hung from her clit, where she'd been pierced only an hour before. Grandpa Joe had a sprightly spring in his step as he led Renee, struggling, up the aisle by a white leather leash that was clipped to her gleaming new clit ring.

Taylor took the leash from his grandfather and the old man took a seat with the rest. Renee stood trembling between the two grooms. Taylor pulled his bride's veil up over her head to reveal her glowing face. Together they turned to face Camilla, arm in arm. The big dog leaned his shoulder against the naked girl's hip. Renee bit her trembling lip to keep her teeth from chattering.

"Dear family," Camilla began. "We are gathered here today to place Renee Robertson, also known as Renee the Babysitter, or Renee the Fuck-toy, into the unholy bonds of eternal slave-marriage. Renee agrees to give herself, body and soul, forever, to two masters - Taylor and Rufus. Renee, do you agree to serve your masters, forsaking all others unless commanded otherwise, to service their every whim and need, to unquestionably follow every command no matter how sordid, depraved, or humiliating, until death do you part? Do you, slut?"

"I... I do," Renee managed to choke out.

"And do you, Taylor Jackson, take this worthless cunt to be your eternal slave-wife, to do with as you please, knowing that she needs your absolute dominance and that she is carrying your child?"

"I do!" Taylor declared rather too boldly, yielding a susurrus of light laughter. He scowled, but Camilla hurried on with the ceremony.

"And do you, Rufus, take this useless slut to be your eternal bitch-wife, to fuck as often and as hard as you please, knowing that she needs your absolute dominance?"

Taylor snapped his fingers and the huge canine barked. This time the laughter was loud, forcing Camilla to pause the service until they'd all settled down.

"Throughout the ages, the ring has served as the symbol of commitment between a man, or a dog, and his slut. Taylor and Rufus, do you have the ring to seal your commitment to Renee?"

Renee stiffened in alarm at the mention of the ring. She still couldn't believe they'd held her down, anesthetized her, and pierced her sensitive clitoris with her engagement ring, sealing it forever closed. The anesthetic was wearing off and the sensation of the foreign object in her clit was incredibly arousing. Then, to be led around by a leash connected to her clit - it was the ultimate humiliation. What more could they possibly do to her?

"I have the ring." Taylor reached into his jacket and pulled out a new slave collar for his pretty bride. It was a thick band of silver to match her engagement ring. A large ring dangled from the front with small rings at the sides and back. There were no words on the collar, but no one who saw it would ever mistake it for anything but a slave collar. He opened the metal ring, which was hinged on one side, and slid it around Renee's throat. The metal was cold! He closed the ring, stopping just before the two ends came together. "Renee," Taylor began, "with this ring, we bind you to us forever, slave to master. When I close this ring it will lock and only I know where the key can be found. Do you freely allow us to take you as our slave, sweet slut?"

"Oh god, yes, yes please!"

The click of the lock as the slave collar closed around her neck could be heard all across the room and the family let out a collective sigh of pleasure. When Taylor next threaded Renee's new clit-leash through the ring at the front of her new collar, then gave the handle of the leash to Rufus, who proudly held it in his huge maw, the sighs repeated.

Camilla was not done with the ceremony. "And you, slut. Do you have rings to seal your commitment to your new husbands?"

Renee blushed at being put on the spot. She'd thought and thought, but there was only one way to answer the question, for it was all that she had. "Yes," she said - sounding once again like a very little girl. "I have three rings for my husbands, three rings that they can use anytime they wish. I have my mouth, my pussy, and my ass."

A ripple of appreciation for Renee's gifts to her husbands swept the crowd before Camilla came to the end of the ceremony. "Then, by the power invested in me by some random internet site, I now pronounce you Masters and Slave, Husbands and Slut-bride. You may now use your little cunt-toy as you please!"

Loud applause and cheers erupted as Taylor took Renee's face in his hands and kissed her passionately. But a tug at her clit-leash reminded the slave-girl that her other new husband was waiting his turn. Taylor broke off their kiss so that she could turn and drop to her knees to kiss Rufus full on the mouth. A few moments later she felt another tug at her clit-leash and she pushed the dog's slobbery face away from her. Turning again, she found Taylor on his knees beside her, with his cock out, waiting for her. She didn't hesitate. Dropping to her hands, she turned her head to the side and slid the ring of her mouth around the boy's impressive cock, noticing for the first time that in the short month and a half she'd known him, he'd grown and his cock had grown with him. She moaned with pleasure as she bobbed her head forward and back on her human husband's prick, barely stopping at all when she felt her canine husband's weight settle onto her back, his forelegs wrapped around her waist and thighs. She tilted her pelvis just the way she knew it needed to be, arching her back and driving herself forward to deep throat Taylor's cock. Rufus drove his slimy red dog-dick into her cunt and she squealed with pleasure, despite the cock in her throat.

This was where Renee was meant to be - spitted between her two masters, her husbands, her lovers - and she'd never been happier.

The wedding orgy was a great success. So long as she was the humiliated center of attention, Renee didn't mind at all being put back in Grandpa's stocks, with her long bushy tail sticking out of her very full ass. Now and then one of the drunken revelers would take the time to grab her hips and give her a nice hard fuck - and they all agreed that as it was her wedding orgy, she really ought to be allowed to cum. So she was satisfied many times over.

After food and wedding cake - which had been liberally smeared on Renee's face, there were presents to open. So, Renee was cleaned up and released from the stocks to help open them. Since the young trio would continue to live with Jamal's family, they didn't need anything in the way of household items. But still, the guests did their best to provide practical items for a newly enslaved bride and her randy masters.

Renee tore the wrapping off of a box from Jayden to find a lifetime supply of lube. Well, at the rate they used the stuff, perhaps only enough for a few months. But still, she thought it was a very sweet present and she kissed the preteen on the cheek as if he hadn't been fucking her for over a month.

Grandpa Joe gifted the trio with a new set of portable stocks - versatile bondage for the at-go user - with cuff holes for ankles, wrists, and neck, and a new electromagnetic lock.

JJ's present to the trio was a new white-leather whip to match Renee's clit leash, and matching leather wrist and ankle cuffs, all adorned with shining silver studs. His son Marcus gave them a box of assorted tails and ass plugs, including one plug that could be inflated once it was inserted. He assured them that it would greatly prolong the time the slut could be tied to her canine husband. The other twin, Malik, gave the happy trio a box of assorted animal masks, each of which included a built-in ball gag. The whole party laughed as they realized that the tails and the masks matched! A whole new world of humiliating pet-play was opened up for wide-eyed Taylor and his slave-bride. With huge grins, the twins exchanged high-fives.

Taylor's father, Jordan, ruffled his son's hair with a bittersweet smile before he gave the trio their present. Renee unwrapped the box with trembling fingers. At the top, she found a smaller, velvet box with two inch-long silver bar-bells and a fine silver chain. She looked up with confusion.

"Nipple studs," Jordan answered Renee's silent question. "They'll look great piercing those pretty nipples of yours, slut. And a chain to connect them to your clit ring, or your collar, or both. Open the rest and you'll understand. Silver is the best conductor, after all."

Renee was shaking too hard, so Taylor dug deeper into the box. He found a small black box with a dial marked mild, medium, maximum, and dangerous. Two wired extended from the box with small alligator clips, one white and one red. The box was small enough to carry in one hand.

"Strong, rechargeable batteries," Jordan said with a smile. "Portable, if you get my drift."

"Wow, dad! Cool," Taylor said with a similar smile. "When can we put the studs in?"

"As soon as you want, son. As soon as you want."

The last wedding present came from Camilla and Jamal and it was every bit as practical as all the others if a bit less portable. Jamal rolled it into the family room, covered with a dark cloth. Renee looked at the large, rectangular present with dismay. What could Camilla have thought would be the best present for them? She shivered as she rose and took hold of one corner of the cloth. She couldn't stand the suspense; she whipped the cloth off all at once.

It was a gleaming metal cage! It was two feet wide, two feet high and at most two and a half feet long. Renee almost fainted at the sight of it. She could already imagine what it would be like to be crammed into the cage, locked up tight. But the cage was worse than she knew. And of course, they all wanted to see her get into it immediately. Camilla grinned as she opened one end of the cage and gestured for Renee to crawl in.

Terrified of the tiny space, Renee turned to Taylor for help. He was her new husband. It was his duty to protect her, to care for her. The boy stood grinning with the new white whip in his hand. He flicked it across her pretty round ass and commanded, "In the cage, fuck-toy." Renee squealed and turned for help from her other husband. But Rufus stood next to the entrance to the cage. He had the handle of her clit leash in his mouth and he gave it a mighty tug, forcing her to stumble forward towards the cage entrance.

Defeated, Renee dropped to her knees and crawled head first into the tiny metal cage. She immediately felt the way it pressed around her, confining her. When she came to the far end, Jamal was holding open a window that slid upwards through the top of the cage. Renee understood her duty, despite the terror she felt. She pushed her head through the small window, pressing her shoulders against the bars and setting her neck into the half-circle of metal at the bottom of the window. She heard the window sliding down and she felt the half-circle at the bottom of the window close around her neck, like a second collar, trapping her head outside the cage with the rest of her inside it. The back door of the cage pressed into her bottom when Camilla swung it closed. She barely fit inside the metal enclosure and she shivered with fright and an insane frustration to escape. But there was no escape for the little girl as Jamal put a padlock through the window latch, and Camilla closed another padlock through the door latch. Renee, looked up to see Taylor take the key to the locks from Camilla. It hung from a thin silver chain that placed around his neck and tucked inside his shirt, close to his heart. Then she squealed! Her other husband, Rufus had stuck his long nose through the bars of the cage, easily reaching her pussy and ass with his long, rough tongue.

From the look on Taylor's face, and from the excitement of the crowd, Renee knew she was going to be spending a lot of time in her new cage.

Soon after that, the party began to break up. Everyone was tired, sated, and inebriated. By ones and twos, they departed until only the caged bride and her two husbands remained. Taylor knelt in front of the cage, with Rufus close at hand. He kissed his bride with passion, then let the dog do the same until her face was covered with the dog's spit. "Good night, my love," the boy said gently. "Enjoy your wedding night." Then he and the big canine rose and left the room, flipping off the lights as they went. Pitched into darkness and caged, Renee was left alone.

The next few days and weeks brought many more changes. JJ, Jordan, Grandpa Joe, and the twins all left. The house seemed so quiet! Renee missed all the sex! Rufus and Taylor tried to make it up to her, but there are only so many times one boy and one dog can fuck a girl.

Just before he left, Jordan helped Taylor pierce Renee's nipples and install the bar-bells that would be with her for many years to come. Taylor was especially enamored of the thin silver chain, which he connected from one bar-bell down to Renee's clit ring, then back up to the other bar-bell. The screams Renee gave out when he connected the electric current to the system were wonderfully entertaining. He could make her clit and nipples do anything from tingle to spark! With practice, he could deliver a low-level current that quickly drove the poor girl to a wild orgasm. It was also fun to use the electricity when she was tied to her canine lover. Rufus would jump about, slamming his knot deeper into his little bitch when the current tingled his huge cock.

The family celebrated when Camilla got a handsome and lucrative promotion at her law firm. Jamal's company landed a huge new contract to upgrade work-from-home security systems. No one in their work lives would ever have guessed they were keeping a beautiful, pregnant white fuck-toy captive in their home.

Jayden was about to turn twelve! He was so bummed about not having any kind of birthday party. He moped for days in advance of his birthday. Renee was secretly glad that he couldn't have a birthday party. She kept remembering the porn fantasy her friend had written about her helping out at a twelfth birthday party for Marty and Ryan Richardson. Even Jayden had been in that story! She could only imagine if those boys showed up for a party now. Then, two days before the actual birthday, Taylor revealed to Renee that he'd planned a surprise zoom birthday for Jayden, with all of his soccer friends. And boy did he have a surprise for his cousin! He swore Renee to secrecy. But he didn't tell Renee that he'd read the story on her laptop - he knew all about it - and he loved it! How had that guy who wrote the story known about Renee and Jayden's dad? Taylor even used the names in the story to contact all the boys on Jayden's soccer team.

Jayden was ecstatic to see all his rowdy friends up on the giant flat-screen in the family room. Taylor had made sure all the boys showed up prepared for a real party, with drinks and chips and banners hanging in their zoom windows with 'Happy Birthday Jayden!' The gang quickly fell into their old ways, telling dirty jokes and insulting each other. It was great fun. But then Taylor turned the party upside down in a heartbeat. "Hey, I bet you guys didn't know that Jayden gets to get laid for his twelfth birthday - it's a family tradition." This was met with jeers - yells of "no way!" and "that's a fucking lie!" from the rowdy gang of twelve and thirteen-year-olds. "Who the fuck are you calling a liar, fuck-wads!" Taylor yelled at the other boys, just to wind them up.

After several more exchanges of increasingly rude and exciting insults and accusations, with Jayden getting more and more embarrassed, Taylor picked his moment. He dashed from the room, only to return seconds later with Renee stumbling along at the end of her clit-leash. She was buck naked but for the silver chain connecting her clit ring to her nipples and one of the animal masks from her wedding, a mask to hide her identity. Gasps erupted from every zoom window at the sight of the naked, gorgeous body with the face of a white dog and a long fluffy white tail coming out of her ass to match. Gasps turned to laughter as the boys read what was written across Renee's pretty breasts - 'JAYDEN'S BIRTHDAY BITCH!' When Taylor led her around to show the boys her pretty, fluffy white tail and her arms lashed together behind her back, the boys all laughed again, for across her ass was written 'DO ME DOGGY STYLE!' "What do you think about that, bitches?!" Taylor roared at the party. The party roared back, "Doggy Style! Doggy Style! Doggy Style!"

Taylor had told Renee about the party, but he never told her she was the party favor! And now, like something out of one of her worst fantasies, she was naked, embarrassed, and degraded in front of nearly a dozen cheering, leering adolescent boys. She wanted to scream, but the dog mask's big ball-gag wouldn't let her. Taylor led her by the clit leash around the room as the boys leered and jeered. He forced her to her knees on the coffee table, with her shoulders and doggy face pressed to the wood. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her" all the boys chanted in unison. Taylor held her fluffy tail aloft and Jayden stepped in behind her. He thrust his cock hard into her excited, sopping pussy and the boys went wild, screaming obscene and degrading things as Jayden fucked the pretty bitch. Renee's humiliation-driven climax was instantaneous and massive. From the way she writhed in front of Jayden, as he gripped her curvy hips and slammed his cock into her over and over, it was clear to all the party goers that the boy had made the gorgeous bitch cum.

As Jayden fucked her in front of all his friends, Renee looked up at the big screen. In one corner of the screen, the twins, Ryan and Marty Richardson held up a sign that said 'Hi Renee! Come babysit us anytime!'

The world was changing too. The governor partially lifted the lockdown. Some restaurants opened. Barbershops and salons. Camilla and Jamal were both ecstatic to get their hair done. A controversial governor's order required face masks in all public places and Camilla spent several evenings making masks for the remainder of the family.

Renee had trouble explaining to her mother why she couldn't come home - but won her over on the argument that Jamal and Camilla had to continue working from home and couldn't adequately take care of two preteens. If only her mother could have seen that while Renee was tasing to her, she was actually in a cage, with Taylor holding the phone to her ear while two exercise dildo's, deep in her ass and cunt, alternated shocking her. It might have been harder to convince her to let her pretty daughter stay any longer.

For days, Taylor argued with Camilla to let him take Renee out in public. It was his deepest, most ardent wish to show his slave to the world. Camilla said it wasn't safe, in more ways than one. Taylor said she was his wife and he ought to be able to take her out if he wanted to. Camilla reminded him he was just a boy and he reminded her she was a nasty old woman. They fought like banshees. Camilla cursed the day she'd agreed to let a second adolescent live under her roof. But finally, exhausted, she gave in.

"But you have to wear masks!" Camilla ordered.

"That's practically the whole point!" Taylor yelled back.

And so the date was set for Taylor to take Renee out, back into civilization - if only for a short afternoon trip to a local coffee shop.

Please continue for Part VII: The Outing

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