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The Kennel Slut (mm, bond, beast)
by PM
Date: July 1999 
              

My name is Pat and I just turned 22.  For the first sixteen years of my life
I lived on a small farm in Oregon with my parents. We had the usual assortment 
of animals about, a couple of milk cows, several barn cats and a couple of 
dogs.

Buck was a male shepherd mix and Princess was a collie mix bitch. They 
were perhaps the best and closest friends I had, since I had no brothers or 
sisters and there were few children my age in the neighborhood.

The summer months were the best, though they were also the loneliest.
School was out and I didn't see anyone my age for weeks at a time.

My father was busy trying to make a go of the farm and mom had her own 
interests with the local ladies, so I was pretty much on my own most of the 
time.

As I grew into that magical time called puberty, I started to take 
more interest in my body and the animals around me. The first time I really 
watched one of our dogs mating with a female, turned me on tremendously.  I 
was mesmerized as I watched him thrusting into her and when he tied and they
stood tail to tail, I walked all around them, taking in every detail. I ran 
my hand between the bitches hind legs where he was in her, feeling her 
swollen lips around his knot. I smelled and tasted the fluid that dripped 
from her.

I was desperately excited, with an erection like a fencepost. That's when
I jerked off for the first time in my life, I couldn't help myself, and even
though I wasn't sure what I was doing I do remember that came hard and
copiously.

When My dog finally slipped out of her and stood there, his still hard cock 
dangling and dripping, I caught some of his sperm in my hand and licked it
from my fingers not knowing why I did it.

He wasn't a really big dog, but he was hung far 
better than I was, longer and thicker and there was this knot at the base of 
his cock that was truly huge.  I reached down and stroked his cock, but he 
must have been sensitive and tender at that moment, because he backed 
away and growled at me.

That night as I lay in my bed, I jerked off several times, replaying the 
scene in my mind, though this time I was the bitch. I thought about it a lot
and whenever I did; I got a hardon that wouldn't quit...

Eventually I just had to try it.

My chance didn't come until several days later. Relatives were visiting and I
didn't have an opportunity to be alone with Buck. 

Finally they left and things around the house returned to normal. It was 
planting season and dad was out in the fields and would be there all day.
Mom was in town shopping and wouldn't return until the afternoon, leaving 
me finally free to explore the fantasy that had been consuming me for days. 

Nervously I called Buck to me and pulled down my pants and shorts. I got 
down on my hands and knees and ruffled his furry head and ears. He sniffed 
me all over, then stuck his cold nose between my legs. He sniffed my already 
hard prick and gave it a few licks. Then he nosed my asshole and started 
licking it.

I nearly came on the spot!

His tongue was incredible, long and wide and seemed to instinctively know
where I would find it most excruciatingly exciting spot. If I thought I'd
had a hardon before, I now had a raging monster between my legs. I was so
hard it hurt and precum slicked the tip, dripping on to the rug. Buck
continued to torture me with his tongue, licking deeper into my ass, which
seemed opened for him. It was almost as if he wanted to climb in there,
tongue first. 

He soon had reduced me to a whimpering puddle of willingness. He could have 
done anything to me and I wouldn't have minded a bit. All I wanted was more 
of that tongue. Finally he tired of licking and rested his head on my rump,
testing to see if I would submit to further advances. Since I didn't object 
or try to get away from him, he mounted me, clasping me with strong forepaws, 
his dewclaws digging into my sides to convince me not to resist or try to get 
away. Not that I wanted to.  I was his bitch to use however he wished and 
that suited me just fine. I knelt there and shivered as he pushed into me.

I would like to say it was gloriously wonderful and the finest sexual 
experience of my life to that point and it certainly was all of that. It was 
also one of the most painful as well. I said before that Buck though not 
being a large dog, was truly gifted in the cock department. I didn't realize 
just how big he was until he was in me and had tied, making further objections 
from me moot.

I knelt there with him deep in me thrusting hard and fast, tears rolled
down my cheeks as his cock swelled, stretching my asshole wider than 
I believed possible.

Finally he quit trying to drill his way through me and lay on my back,
paws still holding me tight with his cock throbbing deep within me. My
own ass was throbbing pretty good too, stretched painfully wide by the 
huge fist of dog meat planted deep within. I closed my eyes and waited for 
nature to take it's course, allowing him to soften and slip from me. I could 
feel warm fluid running down the inside of my legs and dripping from my
balls, his seed and hopefully not too much of my blood.

Finally he was able to withdraw and I was able to flop onto the rug. I lay 
there for some time, with my ass throbbing from it's recent ordeal. Buck's 
seed ran from me in a flood pooling around my amazingly hard cock and 
balls.

Buck sniffed and licked at himself for a moment, then went back to 
work on my ass with his tongue. The first couple of swipes, had me yelping 
since I was sensitive and tender in the extreme. Soon, though his licking 
started blotting out the pain, leaving me with a feeling of relaxed 
well-being. I rolled onto my back and started jerking myself off. Buck 
helped and hindered by nosing and licking everywhere. I came long and hard, 
painting my belly and chest with hot sticky come. Some even hit me in the
face.

Buck lapped up every bit, then licked my cock greedy for more.

Finally I dressed and went into the bathroom to check myself out. There was a 
little blood there, but not as much as I feared there might be. Buck hadn't 
hurt me badly, which relieved and encouraged me.

Needless to say, from that day forward, Buck and I got it on at the
slightest opportunity, though I didn't let him tie with me again. He was
just a little too big for that and I didn't relish reliving the experience.

He did manage to surprise me a couple of times and tie before I realized
what was happening. Those ties weren't quite as painful as the first one,
but uncomfortable enough.

---

When I was almost seventeen several things happened to change my life. Buck
lost a fight with another dog and had to be put down and my father lost the 
farm to the bank. The land had always produced a marginal living and a couple 
of years of drought and several pieces of monumental bad luck rendered 
staying ahead of the mortgage payments a hopeless task. The bank foreclosed 
and all that we had was sold at auction.

There was  little money left after all the creditors were satisfied, 
certainly not enough to continue any sort of rural existence. Dad found a 
job in the city and we moved there shortly before school started. I hated 
school, the cramped apartment I found myself in and most everything in 
general. I hated most though the lack of animals around me and the lack of 
opportunity for sex.

There were a couple of boys in my class whom I thought were sexy looking,
but when I made a clumsy attempt to get into their pants, I was branded
as the school 'queer', which did little to improve my school experience.

Before that I was ignored, now I was harassed and constantly, made the
target of jokes, jibes and abuse. I became more withdrawn and my grades
which were never anything spectacular, suffered further and I finished 
my senior year with marks which barely allowed me to graduate. 

---

College was out of the question as were most of the jobs. I could pump gas, 
flip burgers or dig ditches. Not too many other opportunities were open to 
me. I scanned the want ads glumly, looking at page after page of jobs that I 
hadn't a hope in hell of qualifying for.

My parents were constantly prodding me about when I was going to find a
job and get out of their lives and all I could find thus far wouldn't
pay the rent on a doghouse. I was getting desperate and depressed.

---

I remember it was a Monday morning after a particularly bad weekend. My
parents had been on my case the whole time, now threatening to throw me
out whether I had a job and a place to go or not. If I was desperate before, 
I was frantic now. I would have taken anything, grasped at any straw. I 
bummed yet another dollar from my folks and went down to the corner store 
for the papers.

I thumbed through the want ads, seeing all the usual stuff. Accountants, 
engineers, medical personnel and the like.  Farther from my grasp than the 
moon. Then I  came across an ad for 'kennel help'. It seemed that a large 
feed company had an experimental farm where they tested new products.  One
of their lines was a well known brand of dog food. They had a kennel there
where new products were evaluated and they were looking for someone to 
help take care of the dogs. Better yet, they were offering room and board.

I would have crawled to get to that interview, but my father was willing 
to drive me out there. He was as eager to see me out of the house as I was 
to go. There were only a couple of other applicants and the fact that I had 
lived on a farm and had actually cared for an animal got me a job. Before 
my father drove me back home to pack my stuff, I got a chance to look around 
a little.

The place was huge, acres and acres of fields, barns and other buildings. 
They were into animal care product testing in a big way. The kennels were an 
elaborate complex of buildings housing over a hundred dogs.  Besides testing
foods and the like, their dogs were shown, entered in field trials and 
offered for stud. I walked down the rows of pens looking at them. Magnificent 
black labs looked back at me, barking and wagging their tails. Thankfully 
I was too stunned at my good fortune at getting the job to get a hardon.

I rode back to the city in a daze, the job, visions of all those magnificent 
male animals and the prospect of freedom, making it hard for me to 
concentrate on anything my father might have told me. Fortunately, it was 
stuff I had heard before. 'You're on your own now...Our obligation to you is 
finished...You're grown, you have a job...Don't plan on returning home, we 
have other plans for your room..." Thus ended my childhood.

The job didn't actually start for a week, but mom and dad were in a rush to 
begin their new life so the next day found me mostly packed and the day after 
that on the bus to the town nearest the farm. I hitched a ride out there and 
eventually was installed in a room at the bunkhouse. My early arrival caused 
a bit of a problem since I wasn't suppose to be there for a week and the 
fellow I was replacing hadn't left yet. They found a room originally meant 
for storage and a cot. A lot of the other hands there were less than friendly 
since my early arrival they deemed as kissing up or brown nosing. Plus, I was 
'the new kid'. The man I was replacing had been fairly popular as well which 
didn't make things any easier for me. The only reason I had the job at all 
was because he had shown up to work drunk once too often.

Since I had arrived so early, I was left with not a lot to do. Town was ten 
miles or so down the road and there wasn't much to do there either.  After 
you've gawked in the store windows, watched the two traffic lights change 
for a while and been stared at by the locals, there's not much left. So a 
couple of days later found me totally bored and at loose ends.

Since my job was in the kennel, I decided to look it over and see what I had 
gotten myself into. None of the staff had much time for me, since they were 
all busy and I wasn't officially an employee yet, so all I could do was poke 
around and look at the dogs and the facilities. There was an office and feed 
storage area, several rows of runs and pens, the whelping room and puppy 
house as well as the separate facility housing the stud dogs and breeding 
pens.

I wandered around and soon found myself there. The dogs barked at me and 
jumped at the gates to their runs, their tails wagging furiously. I stopped 
at a few cages and rubbed muzzles through the bars. They all seemed friendly 
enough and licked my fingers. Several reached through the chainlink fence, 
pawing at me. I stopped at one run and petted it's occupant. He was one of 
the biggest dogs I'd seen. Magnificent, black, male.  I couldn't resist the 
temptation and opened the gate, entering. He was very excited about that, 
jumping around and barking. He kept jumping up on me, licking my face and 
anything else he could reach. He was as I said a very big dog and knocked me 
down. In a flash I was transformed in his eyes. I was no longer a human to be 
given some sort of respect and obedience, I was now just another bitch to be 
dominated, mounted and bred.

He was on me in an instant, clutching me with fierce determination and 
thrusting against me. I found myself getting as aroused as he was despite 
the danger of being discovered. Perhaps the risk heightened the excitement.
In any case, My hand found his hard cock and I stimulated him further. He 
responded by trying to fuck me anywhere he could. He thrust at my ass and 
finding no entrance through my clothes, tried my face. I opened my mouth and 
took his cock in it. He humped more excitedly, mashing my face into his crotch 
and pressing his balls against my chin. His knot popped free and was hammered 
against my lips as he tried to tie......

Suddenly my rapist was pulled from me and a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder.

"So...ya like dogcock.." a gruff voice spoke.

It was my boss and the fellow I was to replace. They looked down at me with 
nasty expressions on their faces. My boss turned to the hired man...

"Let's see just how much he likes dogcock.."

An evil grin flowed over both their faces as they grabbed me and hustled me 
to the breeding shed. They stripped me with casual roughness, making it 
clear that I was less than dirt to them. I was forced to my hands and knees 
and tied there. My boss disappeared for a moment, then returned leading the 
dog I had been sucking off. When the stud saw me, he started whining 
excitedly , straining against his lead. He knew what this room was for and 
why he was there. He was eager to perform his duty.....

"Let's give the little bitch what she wants.."
     my boss said as he released the dog.

Dog sex is never very gentle and this male was less gentle than most. He 
took me hard, pushing his cock into my ass with brutal thrusts. I screamed 
under the assault, since my ass was dry and I was far too scared to relax. 

"Take it..bitch..." the hired man growled. "You're going to be fucked by 
every dog in the place.." 

They smirked with evil amusement and settled back to watch. 

The big male lab hammered his way into my ass, his knot swelling into a tie.
I whimpered at the abuse, but was helpless to resist my ravisher, doubly 
bound by the ropes and the swollen dogcock deep within me.

Finally he was done and slipped from me, dogcum running from my tortured hole. 
My human tormentors grinned at my debasement, snickering. 

"I don't think the little bitch has been bred enough, do you?"

The hired man nodded and left the room to return moments later with another 
dog on a lead. 

This one knew what the room was for too and didn't mind that the bitch to be 
bred wasn't what he was use to. A bitch was a bitch and a hole was to be 
filled, as he strained at his lead eager to be about it. The leash slipped 
from the man's hand or perhaps he just let it go, my second round of abuse 
had begun.

How many hours passed and how many dogs had me I'll never know.  The sun was 
coming through the western facing windows, fading towards the sunset when 
they finally released me. I was incapable of moving. I lay there in a puddle 
of mixed fluids.  Spent, hurting and totally submissive, I lay there waiting 
for whatever further torment was in store.

I was pulled roughly to my feet where I stood wavering....

"What should we do with the little bitch now?" the hired man asked.."Fire him?"..

My boss hesitated for a long moment then spoke in a voice that was pure 
nastiness and full of evil intent.  "No, I think we should keep him around 
for more breeding......to the horses".


                                 The End


