Tales of the Pandemic 2: Holly's Shelter-At-Home Companion

-by Alvo Torelli, April, 2020

(Mf, Df, DF, con, nc, bond, best)

Holly couldn’t believe how bad her luck was, or how frustrating life could really be. It had already been three weeks! Three weeks of social isolation, trapped in a house with no one but her mother and her mother’s creepy new boyfriend, Rodger. Rodger, ugh!

Three weeks felt like a hundred years ago. She’d been so close! Holly and Frank had set the date. No more kissing and petting and messing around. They were going to have sex! They didn’t care that Holly was fourteen - okay, fine, she'd be fourteen in three months, that was practically the same - and Frank was almost seventeen, they were both ready for their first time. They’d gotten condoms and arranged to be alone and... And then the pandemic had started moving across the globe like a wildfire and the god damn shelter-in-place edicts had come down and just like that all their plans went out the window. Agghh!

It wasn’t like Holly was in love with Frank or anything. She just wanted to have sex! She was horny. There were all these crazy chemicals and feelings and changes swirling around inside and outside of her and she just knew that sex was the only thing that would help it all make sense! Besides, Frankie was in high school and he was soooo cute! Sometimes she couldn’t believe he liked her. Sure, she knew she was pretty - but nothing that special - shiny long brunette hair, petite. Frankie always said her blue-green eyes and her long lashes made him dizzy. He was so sweet. But she barely had any breasts for him to fondle and all those high school girls had much bigger... Even her mom, who was only a little over thirty and looked just like Holly, had pretty big tits! God! Frankie was such a hunk and she wanted to do it with him! She could finger her little pussy all she wanted and it didn't help. She was sure she needed the real thing.

But insane horniness was only half of Holly's problem. Holly also had to endure an unendurable home life at the same time. Her mom had let Creepy Rodger into their lives just two days before everything got shut down, and now they were stuck with him - just because her mom couldn't possibly go more than two or three days without a good hard fuck. He was living with them, boinking her mom once or twice a day, sometimes even in between her mom's video work sessions. It was as if her mom had discovered sex and endless work were the only ways to survive the long hours of social isolation. Otherwise, why would she put up with Creepy Rodger and the way he kept getting creepier and louder and more argumentative and demanding in between the bouts of bedroom bouncing? And then there was the way he often looked at the pretty thirteen-year-old version of the woman he was living with. That gave Holly the shivers.

And to top off all the misery, Holly’s clueless mother had no idea that her precious little girl could possibly know anything about all the sex that was going on right under her nose (Yeah mom, what else would all that moaning and banging be?), much less understand that Holly was struggling terribly with her own needs and desires. Nor did she notice the way her pretty daughter avoided Creepy Rodger like the plague.

In short, Holly was in hell, with no one to turn to. She had two other people in her home, but she felt more isolated than if she'd been entirely on her own.

And then Holly met Hamish.

At least Hamish is what Holly later decided to call the big beast of a shaggy dog that followed her as she walked to the nearby grocery. Hamish McDogface - that's what his name should be, she thought. God only knew what kind of dog he was - he was mostly just big and yellowish-brown and shaggy, with long floppy ears and a lolling tongue and, ew, up close he didn't smell so good. But his big brown eyes were very nice and he cocked his head to the side and she could just tell that he was nice. And obviously pretty hungry.

"Okay, you," Holly said after she pulled down her face mask. "Just wait here and I'll get you something in the store. But then you can't follow me anymore! Got it?" Hamish just blinked and sat on his haunches. So Holly went into the store with the list from her mom, where she bought an extra half pound of meat. Hamish sat exactly where she’d left him. “I’m warning you,” she scolded the dog with her mask down around her chin, “you can have this, but then you have to go. Don’t follow me anymore.” She threw the hunk of hamburger, still in its wrapper, all the way over a tall fence and watched the huge yellow-brown mass of shaggy fur dash off to try to find some way over or around the fence. Certain she’d never see him again she hurried for home,

where the big lunk of canine was waiting patiently by the kitchen door.

Understanding the inevitability of it, and secretly glad, Holly threw caution to the wind and took her new friend, Hamish, into the house, where she quickly hid him in her room. The moaning and thumping from her mom’s room told her she had some time. Half a bottle of shampoo and most of the hot water later, Hamish smelled a lot better and Holly had discovered he was actually more yellow than brown. “What am I going to do with you?” she said fondly as she scratched him behind his ear and suddenly realized just how much she desperately needed someone. “You big doofus.”

There was a lot yelling involved. “What were you thinking? Absolutely not!” vs “I’ll feed him and walk him and everything!” vs “This place isn’t big enough! vs “He can stay in my room! vs “We can’t afford...,” vs “My allowance...,” vs “No!” vs “Please!” Strangely enough it was Creepy Rodger’s “Oh for fuck’s sake shut up and let her keep the fucking dog! And get me a beer!” that finally settled the dispute. Hamish got to stay - until the crisis was over. That was the best deal Holly could get. She’d take it.

The Hamish distraction lasted two days. Two days where having someone to cuddle and pet and take care of was enough. And sure, it was great to have a companion, a good listener to vent her frustration and unhappiness at. But he was, after all, a dog, not a psychologist. So the loneliness and frustration crept back in quickly.

It was just after yet another round of mom/Rodger boinking, then an hour of angry screaming between them, with Creepy Rodger leering at Holly like she was something to eat, when Holly broke down - and everything changed.

In an effort to get away from her mom and Rodger, Holly had dragged a big, soft armchair into her bedroom and crammed it into one corner where she could lounge to read or listen to music or watch a video on her laptop, always with Hamish curled up on the floor in front of her, usually with his big head pressed against her leg or hanging on her foot. But now she angrily locked her door and threw herself into her chair, ignoring him. She pulled out her cellphone and called Frank.

"Hey," the boy answered, cheerily.

"I know I said it was stupid but I want to have phone sex, now!"

"Whoa, babe - is something wrong?"

"Nothing's!... well, everything's... God, Frankie! Just shut up and let's do this!"

"Okay, okay! But I need a few minutes - gotta find some privacy. Can I call you back in ten?"

"Oooh! Fine!" and Holly hung up on her boyfriend.

She almost threw her phone across the room in frustration, but managed to set it on a table next to her. A sudden fear gripped her. What was she doing!? Was this going to help? A wave of longing for Frank and the promise of his big... She knew it was big, or at least big to her. It was the only cock she'd ever... She could practically feel the way it had twitched at her touch, hard and soft at the same time. Hot! Oh gosh, her cunny was so tingly and her stomach clenched with anticipation that she didn't even understand. What would she say? How would she tell him what she was doing? What would he say...? Oh god, what had she...?

Holly quickly pushed her tights down to her knees and lowered her panties, but no, that wasn't good enough. Glancing to check she'd really locked her door, she stripped off the two garments completely, flopping back into the soft chair. God, Frankie! Come on already. Before I lose my nerve! She closed her eyes and pictured Frank, the way his dark hair curled at the back, his thick glasses, his lips on her throat, his tongue sliding along her jaw to make her back arch with desire... Ohhhhh. God, her pussy was so excited. Her fingers slid easily through the warm wetness. Maybe this time she could...? Come on, Frankie! Oh pleeeeeeease.

It was so easy to imagine Frankie between her legs, slipping his tongue along the sensitive skin along the inside of her thighs. God, Frankie, yes. She dreamed of him kissing her, down there. Oh god, oh god, she could almost feel his tongue slathering across her sensitive mounds, joining her fingers to probe inside her. Oh god!! But why was his nose so cold...?

"No! Hamish! Stop!!" Holly strangled her scream down to a hiss. Her huge canine companion ignored her. "Hamish, you can't do that! Oh GOD!" She pressed at his big head, but she was only half trying. His tongue slashed through her tingling cunt again and IT FELT SO GOOD! "Hamish, Hamish! Oh god, oh god!"

Holly's cellphone vibrated loudly on the wooden table and startled her dreadfully, almost as if someone had actually caught her enjoying the way Hamish's rough, strong tongue swirled through her electrified cunny. But she couldn't reach out to answer it! Frankie - I'm sorry - I'm... oh, oh, ohhhhhh!

The big dog's tongue was so amazing. He could curl it inside her and slide across her clitoris at the same time! It was just rough enough to make the sensations incredibly intense, but not enough to hurt. His hot doggy breath warred delectably with his cold wet nose while his fur ticked and stroked the insides of her thighs. Holly could no more push him away than jump over the moon. She slouched deeper in the chair until her butt was off the edge and spread her legs wider, instinctively reacting to her dog’s slavering attention. The fingernails of one hand dug frantically into the soft arms of the chair while she clamped her teeth around the middle knuckle of her other hand to stop herself from screaming.

Oh god, oh god, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!! Holly creamed on her dog’s long, probing tongue with an orgasm, her first real orgasm - so much better than Frank rubbing his fingers against her panties or even her own desperate attempts to touch herself. Aggghhhh, aggghhhh! Her back arched impossibly. Oh god! Please. Yes. No. God. Ohhhhhhh! Mortifying shame swirled together with the intense pleasure, fusing into one incredible moment she would never be able to forget. In that moment Holly couldn’t have imagined it wouldn’t be the evening’s only unforgettable event.

For the first time Holly understood her mom’s raucous moans, why she might put up with Creepy Rodger. It was so hard to stop the intensity of her pleasure from exploding out loud. How could it be so.... Oh god, his tongue...so deep... so fast... so rough and hot and... agggggghhhhhhh! Her phone vibrated again and again she felt the horrible stab of shame and paranoia! No, no, what if anyone ever found out?! NO! She scrabbled for the phone, knocking it to the floor where it rattled against the wood. It was so loud! What if her mom heard it, or Rodger?! God, Frank, please stop!

But it didn’t matter. Holly was nothing but a dancing puppet at the end of Hamish’s talented, rough tongue. The vibration stopped. For eternal minutes more, Holly screamed silently and writhed. The phone chirped a text. Still she squirmed and creamed for more agonizing minutes until Hamish suddenly sat back on his haunches and looked his little mistress in the face, his head cocked to one side, obviously waiting for an answer to some unspoken question.

“Oh god, Hamish, that was...I don’t...” Holly hissed softly. Her orgasm waned, but still pulsed through her body. “Oh, what do you want? Are you afraid? I'm not mad!” She’d slouched so low on the armchair that her back was pressed into the seat and her body had gone limp. But she locked eyes with her big canine friend and holding out her arms she said exactly the wrong thing. “God, Hamish, that was so... oh, come here.”

It all happened so fast. She she should have read the excitement in his eyes. She was unprepared. One second the dog was sitting in front of her, tongue lolling as he breathed fast from his previous exertions. With a blur of motion he was on top of her, pinning her into the soft chair and rasping his long, hot tongue across her face and lips. She felt how fast his heart was beating as his furry chest pressed into hers.

Holly shouldn't have wasted her time and limited strength trying to push Hamish's maw away from her face. She should have understood the real danger wasn't getting kissed by a dog. The real danger was the way his forelegs were digging along her sides, wrapping around her waist in an unbreakable embrace. Too late, she understood! Oh god, no! NO! NO! "Hamish!" she pleaded in panic. It was so hard not to scream. "Hamish, you can't, you can't, oh god no, please!”

But suddenly Holly knew - and the knowing was exquisitely horrifying - that her struggles her were in vain. Her sweet companion Hamish, her rescue, her good deed, was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. He was stronger, faster, bigger and so very determined. He wanted her! And in that moment of despair, knowing that he desired her helped, just a little. And then it was all Holly could do to stop the scream that tried to rip from her throat as Hamish's hot, slimy red cock found purchase and his ravaging, frantic thrusting drove home.

Hamish slammed his thick, pointed red cock past the sopping pink opening of his little mistress's swollen lips then deep, deeper, and deeper still into her warm, tight cunt. Holly choked on her scream as she lost her virginity. It hurt! But then it was suddenly more than pain, it was something new, something amazing, something that made her back arch and her fingers twine into the thick fur at the sides of her dog's neck. The sensation of his slick, throbbing cock stretching her open was nothing like she'd ever even imagined. Oh god, did boys fuck this impossibly fast!? How could anything thrust in and out at such a pace? How could his huge cock even fit inside her? How could it feel so amazing!?

Orgasm swept over Holly's young form again as her dog raped her. She knew she was being raped, that her dear companion didn't care if she wanted him on top of her or not. He was just a beast. He didn't care that she'd tried to push him away. She understood that it didn't matter to him. He was a dog and now she was his bitch and maybe she wanted to be his bitch, maybe this was her proper place, giving herself to him and letting him fuck her as hard and fast as he.... Oh god, oh god! What IS that?!!

At thirteen, Holly knew nothing about the sexual anatomy of dogs. Why would she? She was about to get an abject lesson.

Hamish slowed his frantic thrusting into the little girl's pussy. But slower didn't mean less intensity for her, because something impossible was happening - his cock was swelling! He was stretching her tight tunnel even wider, impossibly wide. How could he? Holly bit her lip to keep from screaming and her fingers twisted even harder in his fur. The thrusts of the big cock were just as forceful, but he began to pause between the, holding himself deep inside. And finally something truly enormous started to swell near the base of the dog's cock - his knot. It was big the first time he dragged it out of her, then slammed it back in, bringing forth an involuntary gasp. It was bigger the next time. It was huge the final time he managed to drag it out through her pussy, and the force he used to press it back inside her nearly caused her to faint. Deep inside her, the knot swelled to its final, gigantic size. It was embedded fast in Holly's quivering abused cunt. She felt like someone had forced a grapefruit inside of her, and she could only hope that he didn't try to pull it out again.

Finally tied to his new bitch, the big dog stood still, gently rocking against her as a flood of thin, hot dog cum filled her insides. It was amazing how calm he was compared to the frantic beast that had leapt on top of the young girl only a few minutes earlier. He panted and his weight, substantial greater than Holly's, pressed her down into the chair. Holly had no choice but to relax and try to regain her own composure and catch her breath. She felt like she'd run a marathon! When the huge dog decided to lazily kiss her on the mouth, like some real lover enjoying the afterglow of great sex, she didn't have the energy to stop him. God, she thought, I really am his little bitch.

It was half an hour before Hamish's giant knot reduced enough for him to try to pull it from Holly's tight cunny. With each passing minute Holly's anxiety over being caught grew, until, at the end, she was nearly frantic. But it just drove home to her the fact that she was completely helpless to do anything about it. And when Hamish did finally pull at his knot, slowly dragging through her swollen lips until it popped out and a flood of his thin cum gushed out to stain the front of Holly's chair, she couldn't help but notice the sudden and intense sense of loss that swept over her. Oh god, she was hopeless.

And she was no longer a virgin, even if it was a dog that made her that way.

Holly was stiff and sore when she finally got up off the chair. She stumbled about for a few moments, struggled to get her clothes back on, then noticed her phone on the floor under the table. She'd practically forgotten Frankie's text. She’d practically forgotten Frank! Exhausted, Holly picked up the phone and read, “Gosh, babe. Did you forget me or did you find a better guy to have fun with?" The smiley face that followed let Holly know she was forgiven, but the stab of panic and guilt that hit her was almost more than she could bear.

Holly may have felt guilt about Frank, but it didn't change the fact that she was just as horny as ever, and just as trapped in a terrible household. In fact, everything was so much worse! Having sex with her dog hadn't reduced her incessant desire in any way - it had amplified it. Now she KNEW! Now she knew exactly how to scratch that awful itch, if she was willing to do the unthinkable and give herself to a dog. God, she was so ashamed, and her shame flared even worse every time she caught herself considering it, longing for it! But the fear was even worse, fear of getting caught. Nightmare scenarios of being found pinned under Hamish haunted her day and night. Paranoia ruled her life. And yet... and yet she was SO HORNY!

She lasted one day. She couldn't stand it a minute longer. She barely lasted until mom and Creepy Rodger disappeared into mom's bedroom. She knew she had a few minutes. She hissed for Hamish and raced to her room, locking the door. Hamish seemed to know what was going on! His long shaggy tail frothed the air and he jumped about with excitement.

Holly knew that dogs usually mated from behind, but the idea was frightening. She hesitated. Then, before she could even pull off her tights Hamish jumped up and tried to grab her around the waist from behind. "God, Hamish," she hissed, "not yet. Stop that, down." He was so strong, and fast. She managed to wrestle away from him to sit on her bed. With one arm she playfully pushed him away as the other stripped her tights and panties down and off, leaving her in just a short denim skirt. I'll just dart to the chair again, she told herself. I'll just let him lick me again - I won't let him... well I could.. but no!! Not again. Just licking. that's all!

But when Holly rose to move to her comfy armchair Hamish was on her! He moved so fast. He was so big and strong. "Hamish! No!" she tried to hiss, but her face went into her mattress as her legs dangled over the side and Hamish got the purchase he wanted - one strong forearm wrapped around each side of the little girl's waist. Only the denim saved her from terrible scratches.

Holly knew it was inevitable. She was trapped in his embrace, helpless. Hamish was going to fuck her again! And instantly she knew she wanted him to, she knew she'd always wanted him to. Oh god, was she really such a little bitch? Excitement spiked in her mind and a flash of frightened desire set her young pussy quivering. She spread her knees wider and arched her back to push her butt up higher. She saw herself in the mirror - or rather she saw a nasty young slut - offering herself to her canine companion, positioning herself for the huge red cock that flashed in the reflection.

She saw the way Hamish thrust at her with frantic, imprecise lunges. She felt the hot sting of his precum as it squirted onto her thighs and lips and even her puckered anus. His cock slid across one inner thigh, then the other. Hamish scrabbled about on his rear legs to reposition, but still he missed her cunt. He whined and yanked painfully at her hips. More stinging precum splashed and dribbled down her legs.

It was a terrible moment for little Holly. It was the moment she realized how badly she wanted her big dog to fuck her, how much she wanted to give herself to him - to be his little bitch. It was the moment she realized she had to prove her subservience to him and there would never be any going back. She struggled to push one of her arms down underneath her pinned body, arching her back even harder to reach between her legs. What kind of girl would actually help a dog rape her?! Shame and fear swept over her, but she didn't stop. She groped for Hamish's slimy red rocket and when she found it it sluiced across her palm with astounding rapidity. Too low, then too high, then OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!

Hamish fucked his willing little bitch the way a dog was meant to fuck his bitch. He'd found her cunt and he wasn't going to lose it again. Deeper and deeper, as fast as he could. Holly's whole body was pushed forward and back as her cunt swallowed the huge dog cock. Her face slid painfully across the sheets. Her tiny, shapely breasts were squashed flat. She took the full brunt of the dog's weight. But it was the insane in and out of his cock as he stretched her pussy open again and again that overwhelmed her young mind and quickly sent her into orgasm.

When the inevitable swelling of the big cock came Holly nearly passed out with pleasure and panic. She knew the knot was coming, but it still terrified her as the bulge swelled and forced its way through her tiny opening, once, twice, again, oh god no, not again, not... AAAGGGGHHHHH!

Holly panted in almost perfect time with her canine lover. They were paired, tied, trapped together. Frantic rape gave way to gentle nudging. Her orgasm went on and on and... Dog drool dripped into her hair and onto the back of her neck, but she didn't care. How could she care when she was so full, so satisfied, so dominated. There was nothing like this feeling! Holly the little bitch knew a kind of satisfaction few other girls would ever know.

As it turned out, happiness was Holly’s downfall. As the next two weeks passed she was simply too happy and content. It never occurred to her that her change of demeanor would be suspicious. She was much too caught up in the joy of being with her new lover, her Hamish, her Alpha.

She lost count of the number of times she ducked into her room with her huge canine master, carefully locked the door, then stripped as he danced around her, eager for another long, hard fuck. He was insatiable, but then so was the hot little girl.

It was that damn lock that did her in. She put too much trust in the familiar, simple flip of the lever that should have driven the bolt home. Such an easy thing for a dangerous and naturally suspicious man to sabotage, a man with an eye for a gorgeous and very young girl, a man who wouldn’t mind stooping to a little blackmail - if only he had the means.

Holly turned the lock and looked excitedly to her canine playmate. She was stripping off her clothes even as she crossed the room. Mom and Creepy Rodger had gone on a supply run, so she had the house to herself and didn't have to worry nearly as much about how much noise she made. Yes! Worry-free sex. She dropped to her knees and hugged Hamish. Despite his jumpy excitement he gave her a huge kiss, which she returned happily. Half her face glistened with his spittle before she turned and quickly scrambled into her favorite new position - on her knees on her big armchair with her legs pressed wide into the arms, her back arched and her elbows resting on the back. She'd discovered early on that this was the perfect position. When she presented herself like this her big doggy lover would happily lick at her cunny until she was practically screaming with pleasure and orgasm. Then, when he did leap up to grab her thin waist, she was perfectly positioned - exactly the right height and angle for the huge dog - she didn't even have to guide him into her sopping cunt. She loved the feel of his fur on her back and ass and the weight of his muscular big body on top of her as he crushed her chest into the back of the chair. As soon as he was atop her, she knew she was helpless, pinned to the chair for however long Hamish needed to satisfy his extreme doggy lust and leave his thin seed deep inside of her.

And that's where little Holly was - with Hamish just starting to thrust his cock in and out of the depths of her young pussy at a frantic pace as she barked out equally fast little grunts of "ah, ah, ah, ahhh!" with every forceful plunge - when a noise caught her attention, a noise that shouldn't be there. The creak of a footstep on that loose board next to her bed.

Holly gasped and struggled to turn her head as her dog continued to fuck her at frenzied speed. To her horror, she found Creepy Rodger just sitting down on the edge of her bed with a truly wicked smirk on his face. And worse, he was filming her with his cell phone!

"Oh god, no! Stop! No!" Holly tried desperately to push away from the chair and escape, but despite her fight-or-flight adrenaline response she was no match for the strength or weight of the huge dog who pinned her in place as he continued to fuck her with rapid energy. Her ineffectual struggles brought an even worse smirk to Creepy Rodger's lips.

"God damn, girl, you have no idea how hot is watching you let yourself be a little bitch," Rodger said around his camera. "I knew you were up to something in here, but I never dreamed you were letting that big old boy fuck you! Jesus. That is so hot."

"Go away! God, stop that. Rodger, stop, go away, don't tell anyone! I'll kill you if you tell anyone!"

Rodger's smirk turned to a frightening frown. "Don't you threaten me, you little bitch," he growled and he reached out to grab Holly. He was met with a low, dangerous growl from Hamish, followed by a rapid snap of huge jaws that just missed his fingers. Rodger backed off at once. "Stupid dog!" he said. "Huh, I can wait. We'll just see how fierce he is once he's done fucking you. Even the fiercest dog gets docile once he's done using his little bitch. In the meantime you'll make a nice video."

"Nooooo!" Holly screamed in despair. But then Hamish's frantic thrusting drove her over the edge. Her body betrayed her and she trembled from head to toe with humiliating orgasm. She couldn't even speak.

"Oh yeah, girl, show the camera how much you like it!" Rodger tormented her. A few minutes later he exclaimed in surprise as he knelt down to get his camera a better view. "Holy shit, look at the size of that knot! Oh fuck, that must feel like something. Oh yeah, oh yeah, he's got it up inside you now. You're tied to a dog, you little slut. And you like it, don't you Holly? I can tell you like it - so can the camera."

"Please, please, stop," Holly managed to croak out even as she felt the final swelling of Hamish's gigantic knot deep inside of her, and the familiar swoosh of warmth as he loosed his big load of doggy cum into her insides. "Please, Rodger, what are you going to do?" the little girl said, still pinned and helpless under her big dog.

"What am I going to do, little missy? Well let's see now. I guess that big old boy on your back needs a couple more seconds to get nice and docile, so I might as well tell you. What I'm going to do, Holly, is I'm going to show this here video to your mommy. And then I think maybe I'll mail a copy off to your boyfriend - what's his name - Frankie - what a stupid name for a boy. How would you like that, Holly?"

"Oh god, no, please! Please, you can't."

"Damn straight I can, little dog-fucker. I can show the whole world what a little slut you are. Unless of course you'd make it worth my while not to."

"Oh god! What... what do you want?" Holly was afraid she knew what Creepy Rodger was going to want. And she was right.

"Well, darling, Rodger doesn't want anything more than what you seem to willing to give to a smelly old dog. And from what I can tell, you been giving it to him on a real regular basis. That'd be plenty for Rodger - couple times a day ought to do it. I'm sure you’d like it, darling - I'm sure you'd like it a lot. Rodger sure as hell knows his way around a little girl’s pussy better than some big dog!”

"Nooooooo! Oh god, no, please! Not that!" Holly's panic was ramping higher and higher. This was too horrible.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to show..."

"No, no, no! Oh my god, okay, okay!" Holly couldn't believe she was agreeing to fuck Creepy Rodger. But what choice did she have? She'd do it once, just once - and then maybe she could find some way of getting rid of him. "But... you have to give me the video, now!"

"I don't have to do shit, baby," Rodger replied with his evil smirk firmly back in place. "Either you do what I say, from now on, whenever I say it, or everybody gets to find out just what kind of disgusting, dirty little dog-slut you are, bitch! Last chance! Say you'll do it or I start sending emails!"

"Nooooo, please! Okay, yes, I will. Oh god, please."

"Now that's better, darling. And I think maybe our big friend here is probably about as docile as he's going to get.” To prove his point Rodger reached out to stroke Holly’s pretty face as she tried to cringe away from him. Hamish just panted contentedly on her back, drooling a bit on her neck. “Yeah, that’s what I figured, just like a lamb now that he’s had his bitch. And I've got an idea to make this even more fun."

"Wait, no, what are you doing?!" Holly gasped. She couldn't turn her head far enough to see, but she could feel Rodger tying something around her right leg, securing it to the spindled arm of the armchair. "God, stop that! Why... no," but her pleas went unanswered as Rodger came around to the other side and secured her left leg in the same fashion. He'd used the tights Holly had carelessly thrown on the floor as she undressed for her canine lover - the stretchy pink fabric was perfect for the job. A whole new depth of panic surged through Holly's young body as she realized that she was bound to the chair.

"There now, isn't that nice," Rodger teased. "Now we can get this big old boy off of your back, girlie."

"What? No, he's still too big, you can't!" Holly wailed.

"Don't worry, I'm just gonna get him to turn. Quit your yelling!"

Once or twice, Hamish had tried to turn when he was tied to his little girl-bitch, but Holly had always grabbed his forepaws and convinced him to stay in place until he was small enough to slide out of her cunny. But this time Rodger wouldn't let her interfere. A gentle pull at Hamish's collar was all it took for the big dog to want to twist around to get his forelegs down onto the ground. Holly screamed in fright at the sensation of the huge knot twisting around inside her body! It was so big and it wasn’t really round. It sent her into new paroxysms of orgasm and set her to panting again like the little bitch she'd become. When it was all over she was still tied to her lover, but he was back on all fours with his butt pressed tight to hers and his tail wagging languorously across her back, tickling her terribly.

Holly was almost too undone to notice Rodger pull her arms behind her back, until she felt something wrap tight around her wrists and she realized what he was doing. But it was too late. Instead of her big dog pinning her to the chair she was bound into the chair, with her arms tied behind her back. The sound of Rodger chuckling sent a shock of fear right through her.

"So, Holly, let’s have a little down payment while we’re waiting. What do you say?”

“What? What do you... oh god, no, no! Put that away! Oh god, no, I didn’t agree to... Noooooo!!”

“Come on, darling, open up those pretty lips - or shall I hit send on this email to your momma?” Rodger twined his fingers into Holly’s ponytail with one hand and showed her the email queued up on his phone with the other. His hard, throbbing cock bobbed inches from her face. Tied to the chair, helpless and hopeless, she gave in to his evil blackmail.

“Oh, oh please, please... mmmmmpphhhh!”

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. Swallow that cock,” Rodger purred as he forced more and more of his meat past Holly’s young, pretty lips. “Yeah, damn that’s good. You’re going to learn to love the taste of Rodger, baby. Just like your momma. Oh yeah! Fuck, fuck that’s good, oh shit.”

The sight of a mere child, bound and forced to suck his dick with her big dog still knotted in her cunt, was too much for Rodger's horny brain. In two minutes, minutes that seemed like hours for the gagging, struggling little girl, he came. He filled Holly’s mouth with hot, thick, earthy cum. At the last second he pulled out and the final big spurt of his jism lanced across her small nose and long, thick eyelashes.

Holly’s degradation was complete when she looked up to see Rodger filming her again - a cum-coated slut with a dog tied to her butt. With the taste of cum cloying at her mouth, humiliated and defeated, Holly thought it was the lowest she could ever go. She was wrong, of course.

Creepy Rodger stepped back and pulled his trousers up over his wilting cock. His satisfied, nasty smirk was worse than ever as he said, "See, baby. I told you you'd love it! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be all ready to give you a real treat - show you what a real man can do."

Holly could only gurgle in response. She yanked at her bound arms, desperately wanting to wipe the cum from her face.

"But we need to get this old boy out of here before he starts getting snappy again. Don't you think? He won't stay so docile much longer and you wouldn't want him biting Rodger now, would you?"

Holly's eyes flared with fear when she realized what Rodger meant. But Hamish was still so big. "Nnnnnnn!" she cried out as she felt the huge knot tugging at her. She couldn't see Rodger pulling at Hamish's collar. "Nnnnnn! NNNNNN!" Thankfully the knot had shrunk at least a little. It created an audible pop as it stretched through Holly's young pussy and plopped out in all of its shiny red and white glory.

"Jesus H Christ, look at the size of that thing!" Holly heard Creepy Rodger exclaim in real surprise. "Must feel good to get that monster out of your little cunt, bitch. Ha!" Holly had a flash of shame as she realized Rodger was wrong. She loved the feel of Hamish's huge cock filling her so full, filling her with his desire for her. She heard the man lead Hamish away and close her bedroom door, but not before the dog let out a loud growl. She knew she was now completely alone with Rodger - alone, bound and helpless.

"Damn me, darling. The way you look. It's got Rodger all worked up again already," Rodger crooned as he returned. He let his rough hand caress Holly's smooth, upturned little ass, then slide down between her wide-spread legs to slip through her sopping cunt, where dog cum still dripped at a steady pace onto the seat of the chair. The way Holly struggled, trying to free her legs from the arms of the chair, pulling against the panties that bound her wrists, made Rodger tremble with excitement. Just to prove how helpless she was, he gripped her shoulder and lifted her away from the back of the armchair so he could reach around and palm each of her tiny breasts in turn. Her little gasps of fear just drove him on. He so enjoyed the feel of her tiny nipples tightening as he tweaked and rubbed them. "See baby," he whispered into her ear, "Rodger knows how to make a little girl feel real good!"

"Stop it! Please," Holly managed to splutter now that she'd swallowed and drooled out enough of Rodger's thick cum.

"Stop it? Oh no, baby, we're just getting started. Unless you want to change your mind and have me start emailing copies of your video around to everyone."

"NO! Oh god, no, please!"

"Then say it again, darling. Say that you'll do whatever Rodger wants. I wouldn't want people to think I'd forced you. So say it!"

"Noooo. Oh god. Yes. I will. Just please don't tell anyone."

"That's my girl, that's my hot little bitch-girl. Such a little slut. I can tell you want it, you want it bad. You've got Rodger hard as a steel pole again, darling."

"Oh god, oh god," was all the frightened girl could manage to moan as she felt a hot, rigid cock slide along her butt crack, then drop down to the swollen, wet lips of her cunny. "Aaaagghh," she cried out when he thrust into her pussy all at once, as deep as he could go.

But compared to the huge dog-cock Holly had just enjoyed, Rodger's cock might as well have been a pencil. Unfortunately for Holly, Rodger was only fucking her pussy to get himself well lubed. Three strokes deep into her pussy was enough and he pulled out.

Leaning over Holly's back, Rodger whispered into her ear, "You're really going to love this, little girl."

"What?" Holly asked, and then she felt and understood what Rodger meant. "No, no, you can't do that! You never said... No, that's, that's... nooo! Oh god, oh god! Aaaagghhhh!" She screamed for all she was worth as Rodger's man-sized cock popped into her incredibly tight ass.

"Oh god, yeah, that is so good!" Rodger wailed. "So fucking tight. Yes, yes, oh fuck!" He clasped Holly's thin hips with large rough hands and started to fuck her ass with long, forceful thrusts that sent every inch of his throbbing cock into her anal depths. "Jesus, darling. Oh fuck!"

"Stop, stop, please!" Holly was screaming when she heard the second unexpected sound of this terrible day - the door of her room crashing open behind her.

"Oh my god! What are you.... STOP! NOOOO!" Holly's mom screamed.

Rodger's head snapped around just in time to see a blur of yellow fur hurtling in his direction before the dog's long fangs sank into his forearm and he was thrown to one side, pulling him violently out of Holly's tight ass. Man and dog went to the floor. Hamish shook his head from side to side, his teeth still buried in Rodger's arm. Rodger screamed in agony as a huge gash appeared in his flesh. But the dog was hardly done with the man who'd so cruelly used his little bitch mistress. He snapped at Rodger's face as the man tried to scoot away on his butt. This just presented an even tastier morsel for the dog to go after.

The scream that Creepy Rodger let out when a huge dog sank his teeth into his rigid cock was probably heard for half a mile. How the man managed to get to his feet and stumble out through the door, with the dog chasing him until he was out of the small house, was a miracle.

They never saw Creepy Rodger again. They were never to know that as he stumbled into a nearby emergency room, bleeding profusely, he also stumbled through the line of people waiting for Covid-19 testing. He was sewn up and admitted to the hospital for observation, since he'd been bitten by an unknown canine. But before he was ever released from hospital he'd come down with the virus.

Since Rodger had left behind his phone and the only evidence of Holly's shame, when he never returned her fear of him quickly faded.

Without a man in her life, mom threw herself into helping Holly recover from her ordeal - not understanding the true extent of Holly's experience, or guessing anything about Holly's relationship to Hamish. But nothing had changed the fact that they were still completely isolated with no end in site for the stay-at-home orders. Nothing had changed the fact that mom was simply one of those people who needed regular, energetic sex - something that Holly now fully understand.

It was also true that nothing had changed the deep, smothering mortification Holly felt at the idea of anyone, let alone her mother, knowing what she had done with Hamish. She wouldn't even allow her mom to call the police to report her abuse at Creepy Rodger's hands - she was far too afraid that any kind of examination would reveal her involvement with her canine lover.

But as the next few days passed Holly saw the toll the isolation brought down on her mom: her depression increased, she stopped attending meetings and did little but watch television. To add to the house’s misery, Holly's own desire for Hamish flared. God, she wanted him so bad - but she didn’t dare. It was all too much, worse than ever. Holly knew she had to do something. But what could she do? Her mom was going to lose her job! The idea of her mom bringing yet another awful man into the house filled her with dread. And she was SO HORNY!

There was only one answer.

Yet another day passed before Holly could overcome her fears and humiliation - but it had to be done. She and her mom were both spiraling downwards into isolation hell.

"Mom? Mom, I want to tell you something - I want to show you something," Holly began, taking the TV remote from her mother's limp fingers and flicking off yet another droning news show about the virus. "I have to show you something, but you have to promise, promise, promise not to get mad or try to stop me. Okay? Will you just do what I ask and trust me and PROMISE not to get angry or interfere."

"What?" mom asked, looking up suspiciously but not leaving her place sprawled on the sofa - where she now spent most of her time.

"Promise!"

"Okay, fine! I promise."

"Double promise!"

"Fine, geez Holly! What the fu... Holly! What are you doing? Stop that!"

"Hey, you promised," Holly exclaimed with energy as she continued to strip off her tights and then her panties - the same panties Rodger had tied tight around her wrists just a few days earlier. She blushed deeply to be showing her mom her waist-down nakedness, but she told herself yet again to grow up and get over her fear and embarrassment. This was for mom!

Suddenly Hamish was there, excited, recognizing Holly's actions as all the invitation he needed for some fun with his little girl-bitch, even if it was confusing to have the mom-bitch watching.

"Jesus, Holly what are you... Oh my god! Holly, no, make him stop!"

But Holly had already plopped onto the sofa and spread her thin legs. "You promised, mom!" she managed to squeak before Hamish's long, talented tongue found her eager pussy and she arched her back and grabbed at the soft cushions. Oh god, oh god, she'd missed this SO MUCH! "No, mom, leave him alone!" she hissed when her mom rose and reached out to haul the dog away. "You PROMISED!"

"Holly, baby I don't understand... but... but... oh God, damn, that looks... oh my.... OH!"

"Quick, quick! Mom. Take your shorts off. Strip mom, now, quick, before he... oh god, oh god!" Hamish was extremely eager. He'd missed his little bitch's sweet pussy so much and he didn't hesitate to slaver every crevice and velvety crack of her young sex. He slashed his tongue deep inside her and swirled about her clit with equal, simultaneous energy. "Oh god, I'm going to come! Mom! Don't just stand there, strip and get back on the sofa! OHHHHHHH!" After a week without the wonderful ministrations of her canine companion, Holly's desperate body rocketed to orgasm in seconds. Her wide-eyed mother, mesmerized by the incredible sight of her thirteen-year-old daughter letting the dog probe her with his tongue, did as she was commanded. She stripped off her shorts and panties and dropped back onto the sofa.

"No! Mom, the other way around, on your knees!" Holly demanded in an orgasmically raspy voice. "Hurry! Hurry!"

In a spasm of confusion and fear and a sudden, overwhelming stab of incredible lust, Mom did as she was told. She flipped over to kneel at the edge of sofa with her hands clutching the top of the back.

"Now Hamish, now," Holly screamed. "With every ounce of energy she had, using everything she'd learned about how to deal with her dominating canine lover, Holly pushed Hamish away and twisted her body violently to get away from him. He growled and danced, but Holly came up and shoved him to the side, where he suddenly got a full whiff of a second excited and needy pussy.

"Agggghhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" mom screamed at the feel of Hamish's rough tongue sluicing once up through her cunt. But Hamish was ready for more than a taste. Hamish wanted a bitch! He leaped upwards and had mom around the waist in an unbreakable grip in a flash. Mom panicked! "Help, oh god, Holly! Help me!"

But Holly was helping her mom. She was more and more sure of it. "Just do what I say, mom!" she barked. "You promised! Spread your legs! You're too high. Do it!"

"Oh god, Holly, what does he want? Please!" mom screamed, but her overwhelmed brain grabbed on to Holly's commands and she did what she was told. She spread her knees wider apart on the sofa, lowering her already glistening pussy to the perfect height.

Hamish humped frantically at this new bitch! He could smell her fear and excitement, and when she lowered herself and complied with the other bitch's demands his desire for her exploded. Hot precum jetted from his cock to scald her bare legs and inner thighs, but still he couldn't find the mark.

"Arch your back, mom! Now, quick. Do it!" Holly commanded as she reached under Hamish from behind to find his streaking red rocket. It was already so big! "Now, now mom!" The cock slipped through her grasp so fast, but just a tiny bit too... there! As mom obeyed her command and tilted her pelvis forward...

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY.... he's so big! Oh, oh, help, help, ohhhhhhh!" Holly's mother took the full force of Hamish's incredibly fast, incredibly big red cock deep and deeper into her cunt. "JESUS, HOLLY! IT'S SO.... IT'S SO... OH GOD, HOLLY, IT'S SO GOOD!"

Holly realized that she done it! She'd overcome her paralyzing dread to let her mother know what she'd done - she'd fucked her dog. And she'd introduced her mother to the same joy. She was proud of herself! But then another emotion nearly knocked her off her feet as she watched her mother drop her chest to the back of the sofa and begin to pant and grunt in time with Hamish's furious thrusts. She flopped back to the sofa, her hand at her throat as wave after wave of intense, angry, overwhelming feelings took her breath away. She was jealous! Suddenly she couldn't believe she'd let her mother have her precious Hamish this way. She wanted to tear them apart and run away with the big dog. It took everything she had to keep her mouth shut and let her mother enjoy her first sex in a week.

It was only a few minutes later, after Hamish had slipped his gigantic knot out of mom's pussy with a pop - something he could do with mom, barely, but could never do with Holly's younger cunt - as mom lay panting contentedly on the sofa, that Holly let some of her intense jealousy out.

"Are... are you okay, mom?" Holly saw that her mom's eyes still weren't focused and she had to ask again. "Mom! Hey. Are you okay?"

"Wha... what? Oh, god, baby. That was, that was... Oh god, have you done that, with him? Oh god."

"Yes mom, Hamish is my lover. He has been for awhile. And listen, mom! Don't get any ideas! Do you hear me? Hamish is mine and I'm not sharing - I'm not. I just let him do it this once, 'cause I couldn't think of anyway else to make you understand. You do understand, don't you?"

"Uh, understand?"

"You don't need another Creepy Rodger in your life, mom! In OUR lives. We can get through this awful stay-at-home isolation on our own, you and me - we just need a little help. You know what I mean, right?"

"You mean, you mean... oh god, no... but... oh my, he was so... and I feel so... best in a long..." Real understanding came into mom's eyes for the first time since she'd started getting fucked by a big dog. "You mean, sex with the dog? Instead of with men?"

"No mom, I told you! Hamish is mine! You have to get your own damn dog!"

It turned out that the animal shelter was considered an essential service during the pandemic, although the reduced staff were only showing animals to potential adopters by appointment. And during the crisis, spaying and neutering was considered an elective procedure that should wait until after the social distancing rules were relaxed. And so it was that Holly and mom found themselves at the pound, looking for just the right "friend" for mom.

His name, it turned out, was Bruno, a muscular, dark haired Rottweiler. And if Hamish was a big dog, then Bruno was a BIG dog, a monster. With a phallus to match. He also considered himself a lapdog, which later made for many a funny scene. And soon mom discovered the helpless, wonderful joy of being properly tied to a doggy lover. It was love at first fuck for both of them.

Holly happily settled in with her Hamish, letting him have her anytime he wanted - and he was a very horny creature. She was so happy for her mom and so glad that she'd brought mom into her secret world. She was proud of herself for overcoming her intense fear of being discovered.

It was possible that Holly was the only girl her age in the whole world who would be sad when the pandemic ended and we all went back to normal.

But what about poor Frank, the love-struck now seventeen-year-old who'd been so sure he was going to get lucky with such a hot young thing as his thirteen-year-old friend Holly? Well, Holly finally took pity on him and they enjoyed several months of hot phone sex. Frank never did find out, even later when he and Holly finally had real sex, that all the moaning and excitement from Holly's end of the phone was due to the fact that she was actually being licked and pummeled by her big, strong, lusty yellow dog. Frank just thought he was really good at phone sex.

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