Tales of the Pandemic 4: The Wrong Double Bubble

-by Alvo Torelli, May 2020, Expanded June 2020

WARNING: This is a very dark story.

(Mg, MMg, Mb, F/F, D/g, bond, nc, best)

Note added 6/7/20: At the suggestion of readers, this story has been more than doubled in length from its original version.

Prologue: I read recently of a pandemic-related experiment in social isolation taking place in parts of Canada, New Zealand and the Island of Guernsey. In this experiment, two households are allowed to form a "double bubble," an arrangement where the members of the those two households, and only those two households, can intermingle freely. There are rules. The arrangement is permanent so long as the social distancing edicts are in place, and only one person from the two households can go out for supplies. Sounds like a great experiment - but what if the "wrong" two households were to be co-mingled this way? One can imagine any number of ways this could go bad. I considered several suck ideas - but the idea that struck me the hardest was the one that generated this short story.

The Wrong Double Bubble

Newfoundland, Canada, May 7, 2020

My Dearest Declan,

We miss you so very much, the children and I. I can't believe you'll miss Mary and Beth's twelfth birthday. They're planning some kind of party with their school friends using that zoom thing that's still such a mystery to me. You should see them getting ready for it, with their long, beautiful red hair up in lovely green ribbons on each side, and new pinafores that I ordered for them all the way from Ireland. But they so wish you could see them. And little Declan Jr. tries so hard to be the brave man of the house. But he cries his big green eyes out for you every night, dear thing. It can't be helped. This terrible plague that keeps you so very far away, like so many things, must be endured.

But I have happy news to share! After all these weeks alone, we're going to be allowed to see some other people! In her great wisdom, the lieutenant governor has declared that two households may enter into a pact that allows them to mingle together. They're calling it a double bubble - isn't that droll? Of course, there are conditions. Once you've formed a pact with another household you mayn't break it and no other visitors are permitted in. Only one person from the double is allowed to fetch supplies. You know what a trial it's been for me to get supplies in when I have to leave three preteen children home alone as I travel the several miles into town. It will be a great relief to know they are always safe.

I do so wish you were here to look over all the pact paperwork for me, you know how I am with such things. Ms. Hopple, who introduced me to the whole idea, has been ever so kind helping to sort out all the details. I don't know what I'd do without her. We've just signed the papers this afternoon!

Adie, that is Ms. Hopple, is so excited to have me and the children join her household. I'm sure you'd just love her, dear. She's such a lovely woman, about fifty, trim and fit. And she tells me she adores children, especially girls. The children and I are just dying to meet the rest of Adie's household. It's been ever so long on our own since the pandemic started.

Write to us soon, my love. Pray for us and for a speedy end to these terrible times, as we will pray for you.

Your most loving wife,
Angelica

Newfoundland, Canada, May 8, 2020

My dear Mr. Declan Colton,

I write to honor your wife's wishes, to reassure you wholeheartedly that you no longer need to worry about her, your lovely little girls, Mary and Beth, or your handsome son, little Declan Jr. I'm sure it was terrible for you, knowing that they were so isolated and vulnerable during these historic times, unable to return home and resume your duties as protector and father. But rest assured, your worries are over. Your household and mine have formed a double household under Newfoundland law, a double bubble as they say. And I will look after your family as if they were my own.

It was quite the event we held last night for the first official joining of our two households. Your stoic little man, Declan Jr., was resplendent in his velvet suit. Everyone was quite taken with him. And oh, my, your sweet little girls looked so very pretty in their new frocks. All that gorgeous red hair tied up in pretty ribbons. Such big, pretty green eyes. The twins look so much like their pretty mother. Can it really be true they will be twelve next week? They seem much younger. I'm so sorry they won't be able to attend their internet classes anymore or have their zoom birthday. But we have no internet here, you see. A most unfortunate requirement of the courts.

But I digress. I was telling you about our initial gathering. It has become quite important to these new conjoined households to use the first meeting to elect a leader, set down the ground rules, and have a lovely, festive time getting to know one another. My gentlemen were all so eager to meet your family. It was difficult to get them to settle down. Eventually, we all sat down and got the preliminaries out of the way. A quick vote settled the only truly important matter immediately. Now, as there are six of my gentlemen and myself, while there is only one Angelica, and as children do not have the vote, the issue of leadership was decided seven to one. I am now the official and definitive ruler of our double household. According to the compact conjoining our families, my word is law.

I must admit, this decision did not go down well with your wife. All of my gentlemen were already accustomed to my absolute rule. After all, their very freedom depends on it. Not one of them would want to return to incarceration and they know a simple word from me is all it would take to send them back. However, once your wife understood who my gentlemen were, she took extreme and immediate umbrage at the idea of placing herself and your dear, dear little children under my every command. She was quite adamant on the point.

Fortunately, your wife is no longer in a position to challenge my authority. I must say, sir, with a tight gag filling her mouth, your wife is very attractive. I'm sure you would be quite proud of the way she struggled while three of the men stripped, gagged and hogtied her, while the other three men each helped a little child watch in silence. And I'm sure that if you saw how lovely your Angelica was as she desperately struggled to free herself, rolling from side to side in the middle of the big kitchen table, then you would agree she should have been bound years ago.

It was subsequently decreed that it would be far more economical and convenient for both households to stay under one roof for the time being. True, my abode has no internet and there was some interest in moving the entire group to your home simply for that attractive convenience. I pointed out that your house was much too small. Moreover, if the State comes to check on any of the former inmates they will expect them to be living in the designated halfway house, not some other residence a mile down the road. And of course, now that we are a double household, we can visit your home to use the internet whenever we like, exactly as I am doing now.

With the technical matters out of the way, we were able to continue our celebration of joining. It was such fun watching my gentlemen get to know each of your offspring. Two pretty little girls, a handsome eight-year-old boy, six strapping, manly fellows (all of them quite recently released), it was quite the party. Your sweet children did seem a bit shocked and confused, at first, by the behavior of the men. But they'd all seen what screaming got their mother, and so they did their best to be polite and cooperative - as children ought to be. They were a testament to their fine upbringing. I do congratulate you, Mr. Colton.

I'm sorry that I can not report any particularly clever or unique games that were played during the festivities. I'm sure you can understand that my gentlemen, all of whom had been denied the presence of any beautiful young children for years, were rather too eager to be either clever or unique. Do not worry! There will be plenty of time for my gentleman to introduce your lovely girls and little son to the most imaginative and extraordinary games. Besides, the evening was about getting to know one another, not showing off!

You will have to excuse your pretty little girls for a bit of screaming as the party went on. I suppose the sight of six hungry, erect penises was a bit much for their innocent, big green eyes. And having their pretty frocks removed so forcefully may have been startling. Declan Jr., to his credit, did not scream, but he did cry and wail for the loss of his velvet suit. Fortunately, once the three were all on their knees, on the table, mouths busily engaged with throbbing man-flesh, they quieted right down.

They must be very talented little ones, Mr. Colton! And they learn so quickly! Not a single one of your precious children needed more than three or four swats to his or her tender little ass before they'd mastered the art of sucking a cock while simultaneously stroking it with spit-covered little hands. Not one of my gentlemen enjoyed more than five minutes of such sweet fellatio before showing his appreciation with a gush of thick, warm fluid. As I said before, neither clever nor particularly unique - but such a reliable way for your pretty daughters and handsome son to get to know my gentlemen, and to fully learn their roles in our wonderful new, expanded family.

With the preliminaries out of the way, the party began to break into smaller groups. Beth, bless her heart, took Misters Sloan and Blunt off to one corner. I can't say she was exactly happy to be pulled into Mr. Sloan's lap, facing Mr. Blunt and his camera. It is hard to tell a smile from a grimace around one of those clever red ball gags. Wherever did Mr. Sloan find it? Beth put on a fine show for Mr. Blunt's camera, arching her back and grasping at Mr. Sloan's forearms as he introduced her small cunny to the breadth of his thickly veined cock. I had not, until that very moment, realized such a small girl could handle such a large male organ. And oh, the lovely way her pigtails bounced up and down as she rode Mr. Sloan's lusty thrusts. It made this old heart skip a beat. Do let us know if you like the picture I've attached.

On the other side of the room, your Mary, so petite and pretty, took it on herself to entertain Misters Chugg, Large and Dalrymple. I'm not sure if she was being greedy or trying to spare little Declan Jr. the burden of needing to be attentive to more than one gentleman. Either way, I was impressed! I will admit there was a bit of a kerfuffle as the gentleman argued over who would have the honor of first entering little Mary's tight cunny. But Mr. Large, who is, rather, magnanimously suggested that he would be happy working the camera for the first round and that whoever was not using the front door, so to speak, would have the honor of calling at the back door. I've often thought Mr. Large is rather more fond of working with his camera than working with his impressive, God-given endowments. The three gentlemen did politely ask the child whom she would prefer to be positioned where. But given the thick cloth gag in her mouth, her reply was not helpful. A decision was finally made by tossing a coin. Your sweet Mary was lowered onto a reclining Mr. Dalrymple, her arms tied behind her back to save the poor child any need to flail about. As soon as she was fully engaged with Mr. Dalrymple's hard, thrusting member, Mr. Chugg carefully knelt behind her and introduced her to the pleasures of anal congress. Oh, my dear Mr. Colton, you should be so proud of Mary! She is a natural entertainer. The two gentlemen's simultaneous enjoyment of her charms was loud, energetic, and fully satisfying to all. I do so hope you appreciate her talent in the attached photos.

And what of your little son, your namesake? He truly is the dearest thing. I will never forget how sweet he looked with his little wrists taped securely to his thin ankles, on his back on the table next to your lovely wife. His tiny cock and scrotum were displayed to perfection. Angelica's eyes were so big as she watched Mr. Patterson slowly force his rather impressive cock into the little boy's ass. But don't worry! His screams did no damage to your wife's delicate hearing, for they were completely muffled. I would never allow such damage. To protect your lovely wife, I was only too glad to hold my hand firmly over the little boy's mouth while Mr. Patterson enjoyed your son's tight, youthful company. After all, I only needed one hand to pump the long dildo in and out of your wife's lovely ass in time with Mr. Patterson's thrust into little Declan Jr. It was my pleasure to coordinate their experiences.

It is difficult to imagine that any other double bubble has celebrated their joining as wonderful as we did. We so wish you could have joined us and I know you would have been proud of your little ones. By the end of the evening, I'm quite certain Mary and Beth had each spent some intimate time with every one of my gentlemen - if not always one at a time. And Misters Chugg and Large had both been as thoroughly charmed by Declan Jr. as Mr. Patterson had. But you can see for yourself in the several attached snapshots.

Surely you understand now how well our two households have conjoined. It was as if we were designed for one another, the perfect match. I'm sure your family feels we've always been together, rather than a single night. I look forward to many more days, weeks, possibly months of continued togetherness. And please don't worry, your dear Angelica will get used to the ropes.

Your most humble servant,
Adie Hopple
Director and Founder
The Hopple Halfway House for the Rehabilitation of Sexual Criminals

Newfoundland, Canada, May 12, 2020

My Dearest Declan,

Oh Declan, my darling, I must be quick! She doesn't know I've found pen and paper. I'm going to slip this note in with her other letters. With luck, she'll never notice. My leash is barely long enough for me to reach them!

My dearest, please, please save us! You can not imagine the horrors. I slave away, cooking and cleaning, only to be most rudely forced to watch or participate in the perverted and degrading actions of Adie and her 'gentlemen,' as she calls them. But it is the children I fear for the most. I can not bring myself to describe the horrors they are forced to endure at the hands of six former convicts.

Please hurry! You can not understand the true depth of my horror. Oh god, dear husband - before my very eyes, in only days, their screams have turned to moans, begging for mercy has turned to giggling for attention, revulsion and fear have given way to excitement and anticipation. You must hurry before we lose them forever.

Oh god, I must...

Your most loving wife,
Angelica

Newfoundland, Canada, May 15, 2020

My Dear Mr. Declan Colton,

It was with great interest that I recently found a missive addressed to you amongst my outdoing letters, one I had not penned myself. Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was written by none other than our dear Angelica - such a resourceful young mother. How could I not send it on to you post-haste? I do hope you enjoyed the half-dozen pictures I included with her letter. The one of Declan Jr. doing his best to take the full lengths of Misters Chugg and Dalrymple - a spitting I believe they call that particular position - remains one of my favorites. I especially like the way you can see Mary and Beth in the background, cheering him on from the laps of Misters Large and Patterson. Don't you think Mr. Blunt's photographic talents have improved enormously over the week since our households conjoined? He's become quite the master of lighting. But perhaps you preferred the picture of little Mary on her back, with Declan Jr's little phallus deep in her mouth while her pretty sister forces more and more of the large anal beads into the boy's ass. We all found the composition of that one, with Misters Large and Sloan bookending the scene as they ass-fucked the girls, to be particularly delightful. Both pictures, indeed all of the pictures, have been big sellers. You'll be happy to know our double household is financially well-supported by an ever-growing community of like-minded and ardent admirers.

Were you surprised, Mr. Colton, by your wife's revelation that your children have so quickly been perverted and dominated. Did you cringe to imagine pretty little Beth or Mary giggling for attention from men with throbbing, ready cocks? But she's quite right you know - they've become quite the flirty little sluts. I appreciate your wife for helping me understand that your little children were due for another round of terror and degradation, something to help them learn their places.

Now, I'm sure you understand, Mr. Colton, that I could not let your wife's transgression against my authority and the sanctity of our double bubble go unnoticed or unpunished. There is far too much at stake - nothing less than the very health and safety of our two households! But what was I to do? I knew that simply whipping her again, or yet another gang rape by my gentlemen, would be insufficient to quell her natural rebellious nature. Such a strong, lovely woman - but so very naughty. No, I already understand her all too well, as I'm sure you do too. And what would you have done, Mr. Colton, to quell your pretty young wife's sedition? Yes - I'm sure you see the answer - two quandaries combined into one. There was only one answer to your wife's behavior: her pretty little children must pay the price for her subversion.

As fortune would have it, the need to punish our dear Angelica and rekindle our dominance over your children coincided with another important task - a task I'm sure you've thought of often the last few days - nothing less than the twelfth birthday of your lovely twin daughters! What a perfect opportunity.

With only two days between the discovery of your wife's epistolary transgression and your beautiful daughters' natal day, I was in a bit of a quandary. I really did need something sufficient to impress upon your dear wife the seriousness of her infraction, while at the same time able to rekindle in your children those senses of fear, humiliation, and degradation that my gentlemen and I, and our many patrons, so enjoy seeing on their youthful faces. As much as we all adore the little tykes, we begin to miss the screams, the grimaces, and the pitiful begging.

Fortune truly does shine on our wonderful combined household, Mr. Colton. The answer to my problem was staring me in the face, simply waiting for me to see it. And with the extra funds, all I had to do was double my order and pay a bit extra for the rush - but everything was in place for your daughters' birthday celebration in the nick of time.

Now I don't want to take anything away from the many presents my gentlemen had thoughtfully provided for your lovely girls. Mr. Large was very proud of their beautifully embossed new collars - green leather, of course, to match their lovely big eyes. "SLAVE CUNT" for Mary and "FUCK ME" for dear Beth, in bright red letters to match their gorgeous locks. Misters Chugg, Dalrymple, and Patterson had gone in together on a rather expensive and elaborate fucking machine, with four different styles of dildo to choose from. Although they were quite impressed by it, I believe the girls were actually rather glad there was no time to experiment with the wonderful thing during the celebration. I'm sure they'll be thrilled when we try it out tomorrow. We have a large preorder for the video and photos! Mr. Blunt, not surprisingly, presented the birthday girls with half a dozen framed, glossy portraits each - a pictorial history of our double family. From terror and pain to ecstasy and pleasure - he'd really outdone himself.

But it was Mr. Sloan's present of the kissing gag that was the perfect preamble to the evening's main event. Such a clever device! Leave it to our dear Mr. Sloan to know just the present to really accentuate the pleasure of a new experience and drive home the hopelessness of the pretty victims. The looks of apprehension as the girls were introduced to the device were wonderful! But they've been well trained by now, and neither tried to refuse to partake, despite the warning moans from their ball-gagged, pretty mother. Face to face, heads cocked to each side they put their lovely young mouths around the two bulbous halves of the device until their lips came together in a gentle caress. Mr. Sloan quickly inflated the rubber bulbs. With the inflation tube disconnected, the two were locked together in an intimate, forced kiss and the device itself was all but invisible. You can see for yourself in the first of the many included photos, how lovely the two look with their lips wet from one another's saliva, their cute freckles displayed across their puffed-out cheeks and their wide-eyed, glassy looks of renewed terror. When Mary's tear dripped onto her sister's cheek there was a collective gasp of delight from the entire party - apart from Declan Jr. and your wife, of course. Simply stunning, and so photogenic! I hope you are sufficiently proud of your progeny, Mr. Colton.

With the gentlemen's presents opened and admired and the sweet girls helped down onto their hands and knees, locked face to face by the clever kissing gag, our little birthday party could really get into full swing. Don't they look pretty as they wait, naked but for their birthday collars, kissing passionately? Oh, how I wish the photos could show the way they trembled with suspense. It was time for the main event: your daughters' main presents and your wife's punishment, all rolled into one delightful package.

I do have to pause to admit I was impressed by how loud our lovely Angelica could scream despite the ball gag. Of course, ball gags were never really designed to fully suppress the wearer's vocalizations, but still. Perhaps her scream would not have been quite as loud if I had not just whispered into her ear the revelation that I had discovered her misguided letter, and that the two huge, snarling guard dogs approaching her innocent, vulnerable little daughters were her punishment for her inappropriate behavior.

We started with a German Shepherd and a rather large Doberman Pincer. Handsome beasts! The Shepherd took an immediate like to little Beth and made a beeline for her behind. Ha! How droll. It took the Doberman a moment longer, but he too was soon fascinated by the presentation of little Mary's pretty ass as she wiggled it about, trying to keep it away from him. It was quite comical and arousing to watch the way the two girls, lip-locked together, desperately tried to maneuver away from the big canines. Again and again, they tried to rise up to stand, despite the short leash connecting one collar to another, threaded through an eyebolt in the floor. They could circle this way or that, but only if they coordinated their movements. But as you well know, they never agree on anything, dear things. It was such a merry dance!

You should probably know that we had taken pains to make sure your wife and little son felt they, too, were important participants in the party. The seven of us, my gentlemen and I, sat in a circle around the tableau of your daughters and their canine partners. There we could take turns holding Angelica's bound form in our laps so that she wouldn't miss a moment of the lovely scene. It was, after all, as much for her benefit as for the birthday girls. Of course, holding a squirming, desperate, horrified, pretty woman in your lap isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds unless you also take the trouble to force your cock up into her warm cunt or tight ass. And so it was that my gentlemen employed their party time, politely taking turns as they handed your wife slowly around the circle. Even I, with my lovely new strap-on, had an excellent and satisfying experience.

And what of little Declan Jr, you ask? I assure you, sir, we were all perfectly aware that depravity at the center of our circle was not appropriate for such innocent, young eyes! And so your son was kept quite busy as he, too, moved slowly around the circle on his knees, his gaze always fixed on the lap of one of my fine gentlemen, his pretty, boyish lips always wrapped firmly around a long, straining, cock. He does splutter so prettily when he has a big load of cum forced down his throat. It makes for wonderful close-ups, as you can see for yourself. They're very popular.

With Angelica and sweet Declan Jr. both engaged in party activities, the rest of us were all freed to watch the twins enjoy their presents. Oh, how entertaining they were, shuffling this way and that in terrified attempts to get away from the dogs, each child often thwarting the other's desperate movements. Their pretty red pigtails flew about. Their little asses quivered, at first in fear. But increasingly their quivering was arousal from the hard, rough tongues that they didn't seem to be able to escape no matter how hard they tried. Again and again, one tormented girl would try to yank at the leash that held them both close to the floor, only to have it pull the other downwards. And since they were locked in an eternal, passionate kiss, neither could find escape by forcing her sister to the floor. It was such a beautiful expression of their panic that they kept trying.

Moment by moment, as the dogs danced about in increased excitement - for what could possibly excite a randy, big male dog more than a fragrant, frightened little pussy trying to escape - the little pussies grew wetter and wetter, glistening in Mr. Blunt's bright photography lights. The sweet little girls were no match for the arousal engendered by a dog's huge rough tongue slashing into their most precious, private place. A flood of their cunny juices flowed, inciting their canine admirers to double their snarling attentions.

Almost as one, the two children stopped trying to escape. Beth's little left hand grasped Mary's little right hand. Can you see how the photo perfectly captures the moment when the hopelessness seizes both of them as they reach out for solace neither can give? Do see the red, sparkling dog-cocks peeking excitedly from their furry sheaths, unknown to either of the helpless victims, a promise of so much more to come.

The children's shoulders tensed. Their backs arched and their knees spread wider in defeat. Their cute, round, white, asses lifted higher, presenting the dogs their prizes - glistening, quivering little bitch pussies. The dogs drank from the trembling little cunts at will. The little children, having abandoned their escape, had no control over the arousal that rapidly overwhelmed their fear and drove them towards a humiliating, unwanted climax.

The first dog to leap was the Shepherd. One hundred pounds of dog on the back of seventy pounds of little girl. In a panic, your sweet Beth instinctively dropped herself to the floor, forgetting her intimate connection to Mary. Once again we all heard your wife scream out despite her gag. Whether it was the sight of the angry big Shepherd growling and nipping at Beth's pretty ass, bringing a bright welt to the milky smooth skin, or the sudden introduction of Mr. Dalrymple's sizable erection into her tight ass that brought about the scream, I can not say. Perhaps it was both. But needless to say the dog's vicious nip and low, frightening growl were together easily enough to make the terrified child scramble to regain her hands and knees. Not an easy task when lip-locked to your equally terrified sister, whose hips by that point were firmly in the grasp of the Doberman's forelegs.

I am sure you are aware, dear Mr. Colton, that the mating of dog and woman is not so easily achieved. But when the woman is not a woman, merely a young girl, a slight and pretty girl just turned twelve, and when the brute is so much bigger, so much stronger, and so very aroused - then the match is much more natural, inevitable, you might say. Oh, your sweet daughters fought bravely, but what could they hope to accomplish, bound together, and leashed to the floor? You can see for yourself the struggle they put up, just as you can see the unpreventable result. Do study the photographs, sir! Despite the bound lips and the puffed out cheeks, can't you see the despair, the defeat, the tragic degradation? It's there, in their frightened eyes, at the very moment when they both feel the dogs take possession of their very beings, changing them all at once into something else, something less. Bitches.

The big Doberman was the first to rape his little conquest, your Mary. The scream caught in her throat and every muscle in her body tensed. Her pigtails bounced wildly. It was hardly a second later that pretty Beth joined her. The Shepherd's long, glistening cock slammed deeper and deeper into her tight, perfect child-cunt. The Doberman was just as ardent with his lust, burying his long cock into Mary's sweet pocket nearly faster than the eye could follow. Wasn't it clever of Mr. Blunt to use high-speed photographs to freeze the moments, so we can all enjoy each thrust, every inch of penetration as two sweet little girls were transformed into the hot little girl-bitches they were always meant to be? Oh come now, dear Mr. Colton - you can't tell me you hadn't imagined this very moment a thousand times.

I must admit, it was only later that I realized the soundtrack to your daughter's canine joining was the constant screaming of your dear wife as she watched her little girls enjoy the ultimate defilement on the cocks of big dogs. Truly, her punishment was divine, as is the video.

It's fascinating how quickly a dog dominates a little girl. First, there's the snarling, grasping, snapping and the incredibly rapid fucking as the beast's cock drives deeper and deeper. It's the internal bone that stiffens his bright red cock that allows the dog to immediately penetrate her so deeply, then rape her with such frantic, energetic speed. The child can only submit to the brutal assault, gasping for breath - or in the case of your lovely daughters, snorting for breath would be more apt. By then no female could ever mistake the fact that she is coupled to an animal, a beast - and already she understands he controls her completely, that she must yield him everything.

But suddenly the beast becomes calmer. He stills. You have to know that his domination has shifted. He's no longer controlling her from the outside, he's dominating from the inside as his first his clock swells, then his knot. The child feels it as he grows inside her. Her mind reels. How big can he get? Short, steady thrusts of the massive invader keep driving her towards unwanted orgasm. The knot swells, enormously, like the gag in her mouth. It fixes him in place up inside her, beyond the confines of her small pelvis. She's suddenly bound to the dog as effectively as she's bound to her sister's mouth. The cum begins to flow, hot and thin. It's a flood that warms her from the inside, filling her. So much cum boiling inside her! More than a man, so much more. Finally, she understands what it is to become a little bitch. Her final submission to her new animal master is the massive climax that explodes through her small body. She writhes and trembles, clutching at his massive cock as if begging him to never leave her.

Can you see, Mr. Colton? Can you see, on their pretty faces, how they know they will never forget their first time with a dog? Can you see the horror on your pretty wife's face as she admits to herself it was her transgression that brought this on your precious daughters? Can you ever forgive her? Would you like to punish her too?

The German Shepherd and the big Doberman Pincer howled in triumph as they emptied their hot seed into your little daughters. My gentlemen cheered. Dear Angelica screamed. Little Declan Jr. spluttered around a great gush of cum from Mr. Long. And through it all, Mary and Beth quivered and writhed in orgasmic ecstasy, forever the new playthings of their canine partners. Was there ever such a lovely birthday party? Was there ever a better punishment for a naughty wife?

It was more than half an hour before the dogs were able to extract themselves from the little girls. Don't you just love the picture of little Mary, ass to ass with her big canine lover while she waits for his swollen cock to subside enough to be dragged through her tight opening? I can't say I understand why the Shepherd chose to stay on poor Beth's back for the full thirty minutes. But he, too, finally pulled free as a torrent of thin cum flowed from the child's little cunny.

It was Mr. Sloan's idea to carefully capture the flood of dog semen that literally gushes from the little girls' pussies as they're finally released from their doggy lovers. We feed it to your wife as a reminder that this new part of her dear daughters' experience is her fault.

I won't bore you with a detailed description of the rest of the lovely party. We did release the girls from the kissing gag soon after they were released from the similar, bulbous knots of the big canines. I must say your wife was quite indignant about being locked in a deep kiss with your little boy. I can't understand why? Perhaps it was the way he squirmed as my gentlemen took turns using his tight little ass for their final pleasure of the evening.

You can see for yourself that there were two more large dogs to replace the first two. I did say I had doubled my order for guard dogs, didn't I? We let the sweet new bitches scream as they got to know their second pair of new doggy masters.

You may not hear from us again for a while, my dear Mr. Colton. With four energetic dogs and half a dozen hardened sex criminals to keep satisfied, it's going to be an exceedingly busy time for your wife and three lovely little children. Especially with so many orders to fill! There are so many requests for new and interesting games to play from our growing and enthusiastic subscribers. I do so appreciate the ability to access the internet from your home. It's simply one more example of the strength of our double bubble.

Your most humble servant,
Adie Hopple
Director and Founder
The Hopple Halfway House for the Rehabilitation of Sexual Criminals

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