{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"b7b66209-cb33-40b8-93a4-711c47f64a60","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-08-14T16:24:05.979Z","title":"The K9 Queen - Victoria’s Story","slug":"the-k9-queen-victorias-story","shortId":"4Pt0beuo","authorNote":"Although I’ve published stories on other sites, this is my first time on The Fet Library and I am very excited to be here! Part of that excitement is down to the story I am publishing. It’s the first time I’ve delved into bestiality as a theme and I certainly had a whole lot of fun writing this one. Once this is fully published I’ll be adding other stories on different themes. \nI hope you enjoy it,\nTake care\nJoe","disclaimer":"Obviously this is a work of fiction, if any real people or places are mentioned it is entirely coincidental. Bestiality, and to a slightly lesser degree, non consent, are themes here. As mentioned, this is fiction, don't go trying this at home folks. \nOh, and plagiarism is not cool, so don't go copying this.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"After being convicted of a crime she did not commit, Victoria is taken to the luxurious Island home of Mistress Agatha. She soon learns that her fate is to be the star of Mistress Agatha's latest venture, a doggy porn film. She has little choice but to agree, but to her surprise, she quickly falls head over heels in love with her co star, Max. Making doggy porn might not be as bad as she thought, but it's hard work, and perilous too.","partCount":9,"parts":[{"partId":"49ae914a-b070-400c-886e-dd413cf04a49","title":"Chapter 1","summary":"A note from the author of this tale...It was after a brief conversation with a fan I met an\nevent th","wordCount":5429,"readTime":27,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"5af21e04-4cac-4b32-81d8-2101f476d5b1","title":"Chapter 2","summary":"When we were done having sex, Max spent a lot of time licking me and\ncleaning me up. Even so, when I","wordCount":2285,"readTime":11,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"8e312123-b4f6-4551-ba81-e3884340c981","title":"Chapter 3","summary":"Author’s\nNote: This chapter\nis from Sarah’s point of view. ~~~~~~~~~~ I didn’t want to add to t","wordCount":4170,"readTime":21,"number":3,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"0c41668e-b835-4838-bc9c-219478b8eb86","title":"Chapter 4","summary":"Author's note:This chapter is from Sarah’s point of view. ~~~~~~~~~~It wasn’t just me that got ","wordCount":2508,"readTime":13,"number":4,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"4779bb33-fe73-42ca-a6b7-7dc9f7d179eb","title":"Chapter 5","summary":"Author's Note: This chapter, and all the following chapters are from Victoria’s point of view.&","wordCount":3483,"readTime":17,"number":5,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"30fb6163-bf7c-4a24-a4f6-8d7ff64c166f","title":"Chapter 6","summary":"On the island I felt protected. I had luxurious surroundings and everything my heart could desire wi","wordCount":4175,"readTime":21,"number":6,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"c42ce6c8-791e-4e35-8d34-b8176e572ed2","title":"Chapter 7","summary":"We got in the cars and headed to a place just outside of London.“May I ask what our business is this","wordCount":3723,"readTime":19,"number":7,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"44fb52a5-14aa-466e-b811-8b2af6ce8c2d","title":"Chapter 8","summary":"This is silly I told myself as I was getting ready, it’s only my mother, there’s no need to be nervo","wordCount":6948,"readTime":35,"number":8,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"107fa5bd-d9e5-4b4e-9ba9-bcaabf0b5f2f","title":"Chapter 9","summary":"After I’d brought Sarah up to speed I finally had a bit of time to be with Max. It was early evening","wordCount":5047,"readTime":25,"number":9,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

A note from the author of this tale...

It was after a brief conversation with a fan I met an\nevent that the subject of how my career started came up. Much has been written\nabout me, most of which is vastly untrue. Which is probably my own fault as\nI’ve never taken the time to tell my story. As I approach my forties I’ve\ndecided that for better or worse it is now time to set the record straight.

I’m going to ignore the advice of my literary agent who\nwanted me to glamourise this account. I shall tell my story the way I remember\nit. Most people already seem to either love or hate me and I don’t think what I\nwrite here will change their minds. The process of producing this has been\nimmensely fun and emotionally traumatic in equal measure, which I suppose sums\nup my life quite well.

All I ask is that you keep an open mind and not judge me\ntoo harshly.

All my love,

Victoria x

~~~~~~~~~~

I was born nearly forty years ago during a time of great\npolitical upheaval that led to Britain descending into a one-party\ndictatorship. My mother was one of the working girls in a brothel, I’ve no idea\nwho my father was. I was lucky, as whorehouses go the one I grew up in was\nquite nice. I even got a proper education as well as the street smarts the working\ngirls taught me. My mother named me Victoria because she thought that if I had\na posh name I might be able to take a step up in life from the middle-ranking\nwhore that she was, and that I was for a time too.

After I finished school I followed the family\ntradition and used my youth and innocent looks to good effect. I’m slim but\nhave a nice curve to my hips, a pinched waist, long slender legs, a perky\nmedium-sized bust, dark red hair and a pretty face. The madam in the whore\nhouse made a small fortune off me during the time I worked there. I didn’t\nrealise at the time how happy I was in those days, I was too focused on making\na better life for myself. Which I managed to do, although not in the way I\nthought I would.

Back then, the best a whore like me could hope for in\nbettering herself was either working in a factory or in service to a rich\nfamily. I thought that being a servant might afford me more opportunities and I\nhoped that I could be one of the lucky few who found a kind, caring family to\nserve and have something akin to a comfortable life, perhaps even find a\nhusband and settle down to raise a family.

In order to be taken on in service to one of the better\nhouses I required training. As soon as I had saved enough money I left the\nbrothel and secured a place in a hospitality college, although I kept a handful\nof regulars going to help pay for my studies. Two years later, at the age of eighteen,\nI graduated and was chosen to work as a maid for what I thought was a nice,\nrespectable family. That was a hard-learned lesson, first impressions are often\ndeceiving.

The man of the house was an influential politician and\nhigh-ranking party member. He was rich, powerful, charismatic and a complete\nbastard. I hated him. Within hours of arriving at the house he beat and fucked\nme until I could barely walk. If he did that in the whorehouse they’d have cut\nhis balls off, but I was a long way from the relative safety of my former\nprofession. I could have left, and should of, but for two things. The chief\nreason was that if I could get a few years under my belt in a prestigious house\nlike this then I’d be able to work anywhere, giving me a greater chance of the\nelusive comfortable life I sought.

And secondly, his wife was kind and sweet\nand protected me as far as she was able, which made life in the house just\nabout bearable. As did their daughter, Sarah, a pretty blonde girl who was not\nunkind to me, we even became friends of a sort. At least in private anyway, in\npublic she couldn’t even acknowledge me beyond asking me to do her bidding.

About a year after I arrived, when I was almost nineteen,\nSarah had her twenty-first birthday. She celebrated as society dictated with\nher family in a very formal affair and again on another night with her friends\nat a much more informal and fun party. But Sarah was (and still is!) a rather\nwild sort of girl, so once the traditional events were done with she kept on partying.\nA week or so after the celebration with her family she surprised me by inviting\nme out with her. She’d exhausted all of her friends and wanted to make the most\nof finally being able to legally drink and wanted company in the bar. I\nborrowed one of Sarah’s dresses and felt like a princess with my first taste of\nreal elegance and splendour. It was a wonderful night, until we left to go\nhome, where the joys of the evening came to an abrupt halt.

Having already been rebuked for her behaviour with her\nfriends in recent days, Sarah didn’t want to use the chauffeur because it would\nalert her father to yet another night out on the town. I’d never driven a car\nin my life so Sarah drove us into town. The problem was that by the end of the\nnight she was so drunk she could barely walk, let alone drive. I didn’t want to\nget in the car but the streets of London are no place for a woman on her own,\ndrunk or sober, especially after dark. So Sarah driving seemed the least worst\noption. I can’t remember exactly what happened, one minute we were driving\nalong and the next I woke up in the hospital with my wrist handcuffed to the\nbed. We’d both suffered only minor cuts and bruises and concussions. But the\ncrash had left two people dead and a third person seriously injured.

I naively thought Sarah’s father would use his influence to\nget us out of this mess but the opposite proved to be true. It didn’t help my\nplight that Sarah told them I was driving, I denied it of course, which meant they\nwere unable to say for sure who was telling the truth. So they convicted us\nboth. Sarah’s lies didn’t save her, all she did was drag me down with her. Facing\nignominy and ruin at his daughter’s actions, Sarah’s father, who was never one\nto miss an opportunity, actually strengthened his position in the party by\ntaking a harsh stance on his own daughter’s fate. And in the politically fucked\nup country we live in it went down very well with both the party hierarchy and\nthe gullible masses.

We were sentenced to profitable amends. This meant they\ncould do whatever they bloody well liked with us, so long as it achieved the\nmaximum amount of profit for the country. By profit, I mean literally that,\ncold hard cash. Some of the poorer folk spent years toiling on farms as slave\nlabour, others were conscripted into the army and many were put to work in\nfactories. I thought our fate would be obvious, young, pretty girls were\nusually placed in government-licensed brothels, and if they were beautiful enough\nand well-educated, which Sarah and I were, then they were often given over for the\nexclusive use of the party bigwigs. But Sarah’s father needed to distance\nhimself from us and prove a point that he could be hardline when needed, so he ensured\nwe’d have not only a very harsh fate but also not be close at hand to embarrass\nhim in the future.

After a sentence of profitable amends people usually wait in\na holding facility for a short period until the judiciary decides how to make\nthe most money from them. Sarah and I were taken to one such place and put in\nsparse cells next to each other. Given that our looks is what was going to earn\nthem money, I thought we were at least safe from physical harm. I was very\nwrong. The guards took turns beating and raping us for two days. Once again,\nthis was Sarah’s father’s doing, ensuring we had the harshest treatment\npossible and making sure the great and good of the party knew about it. By the\nthird day I couldn’t take any more of the treatment they were dishing out to us;\nI was utterly broken. If I had a way to end my life I would have done so.

On the fourth morning, the cell door opened and the first\nthing that hit me wasn’t the guard but the smell of perfume and the\nunmistakable sound of high heels on the concrete floor. A tall, slim, impeccably\ndressed lady stood there looking at me. She was in her mid-forties, with dark\nbrown hair slicked back into a tight ponytail. She wore white gloves on her\nhands and smoked a cigarette through an old-fashioned holder, like something\nfrom a 1950s movie. She was as beautiful a woman as I’d ever seen and held an\nunmistakable air of authority.

\"They're both a bit worn, I thought you’d only had them\nfor three days?\" she said in a very upper-class accent.

I was so taken with shock by this woman’s arrival that I did\nnot see the governor of the facility standing beside her.

\"As instructed, we’ve put them to use while they are\nhere, and we’ve used them well.\"

“I can see that,\" she said, then looked at me, “stand\nup,” she ordered.

I did as I was told and stood in front of her, naked,\nbruised and battered. She walked around me, looking me over carefully, prodding\nme here and there and inspecting my teeth. I even had to bend over, spread my\nbutt cheeks and show her my vulva.

“She’s in better shape than the other one.”

“The blonde gave us trouble, this one is more biddable.”

They were talking about Sarah, I knew from her screams over\nthe last few days that she had been given a harder time of it than me.

“Very well, I’ll pay your price. Have them cleaned up and\nsent to me at once. And make sure they are not touched again, they are mine\nnow, understand?”

“Of course, I’ll see to the arrangements at once.”

Then they left and the cell door slammed shut. A short time\nlater I was handcuffed and hooded then bundled naked into a van, I felt the\nsharp prick of a needle and everything went black.

~~~~~~~~~~

The pain in my body and head struck me as soon as I opened\nmy eyes. The first thing I saw was Sarah sitting on a bed opposite me, she was\nalmost smiling, but not quite. I was in a bed, a nice fluffy bed with lovely plump\npillows. I was naked and had been washed and cleaned, even my nails had been\npainted. The windowless room was simple but clean and well-furnished, like a\ntwin bedroom at a mid-range hotel, which is where I thought we were for a brief\nmoment.

\"I don't know where we are but it doesn’t seem so bad\nhere,\" Sarah said, but I was less optimistic.

\"How long have we been here?\" I replied groggily.

\"Not sure, I've only been awake an hour or so.\"

“Have you seen anyone yet, guards, or that woman?”

“No, nothing. I can hear noises outside though, footsteps\nand muffled voices.”

She handed me a bottle of water and I drank it down\ngreedily, then I noticed something else.

\"Hey, my pubes have gone?\"

\"Mine too,\" Said Sarah.

The door unlocked and the ponytailed woman stepped in.

\"Come with me ladies,\" she said and walked away\nwithout checking that we were following her.

We followed her, naked and barefoot through a large, lavish\nmansion, passing a maid in black and white in the hall who bowed slightly to\nher Mistress but didn't so much as acknowledge Sarah and I.

The woman led us up a spiral staircase to the roof. It was a\nnice warm day and there was a cool breeze making my nipples stand out like\nbullets. Straight away it was obvious that we were on an island, there was no\nsign of the mainland, just the ocean as far as the eye could see. There was no\ngoing anywhere, hence why we weren't handcuffed or bound in any way, there was\nnowhere to escape to. The island was not very big, maybe a mile or so long and\nhalf a mile wide, it was small enough that I could see the whole of it from up\nhere. Every inch of the place looked perfectly kept.

There is no escape, the mainland is over a hundred and forty\nmiles away,” said the woman, confirming exactly what I’d just worked out for\nmyself. “My island is in international waters. My word is law. I could put a\nbullet in your brain if the notion took me. No one can save you here, you're\nmine now.”

She let that sink in for a few moments then said, “Follow\nme.\"

She led us back through the house, along marble-floored\nhallways lined with oil paintings, passing two more servants on the way and\neventually to a room that had the appearance of an office of sorts. It was spacious\nand dimly lit with bookcases lining one wall. A large ornate wooden desk\ndominated one end, behind which the woman had sat, leaving Sarah and I standing\nthere looking around at the plush furnishings. It reminded me a little of\nSarah’s father’s study.

\"You two represent an investment that I intend to recoup.\nI make movies and one way or another they always turn a profit. They are films\nof a very specific nature, I like too…”

“Ah for fucks sake, you’re going to turn us into porn\nwhores? Fucking brilliant. I’ll take the bullet thanks.\"

Sarah’s outburst made me jump. I couldn’t believe she was\nspeaking to this woman like that, she held the power of life and death over us,\nwhat on earth was Sarah thinking? I intended to live and Sarah seemed to be\nmaking that prospect rather more difficult.

\"Sarah, there are plenty of ways I can earn from you.\nI’ll make more money if you cooperate but if you insist on being difficult then\nwe can do things the hard way.”

“Fuck you lady. Get the gun out and let's be done with this\nshit. I’m no whore.”

“So be it.”

She pressed an unseen button on the underside of her desk\nand the door opened. A moment later two large guys in black came in and dragged\nSarah out of the room.

“See ya, Vic, good luck,” she said with a smile, apparently\nhappy with her fate as they dragged her off.

The woman turned to me as if nothing had happened.

She raised a smile and said, “Victoria, how do you feel\nabout making a movie with a dog? I could force you but to be honest I'd rather\nnot, it's tedious and the results are so much better if you are willing.”

“Er, a dog?”

“Yes, you know, zoophilia, bestiality…dog fucking.”

Jesus Christ, dog fucking? Somehow I managed to keep a neutral\nfacial expression though.

“Don’t decide just yet, I want to show you something,” she\nsaid and stood up.

She pulled back a small red velvet curtain on the wall\nopposite the bookcases which revealed a one-way window to a room much like the\ncell at the holding facility. Sarah was standing in the room, naked and scared.\nWas I going to watch her being executed? I couldn’t bear that. A minute later\nthree large grey coloured hounds were let in.

\"The majority of the dogs here are trained to fuck\nhumans, but these three in particular are trained to do it by force,” said the\nwoman. “They won't let her be, they'll harass her until she gives them what\nthey want. Don't worry, they won't hurt her. Well, they won't kill her, we have\ndifferent dogs for that. Snuff movies sell for a fortune but it’s a niche\nmarket even by my standards.\"

A shiver went up my spine at the casual mention of death. I was\nsure she meant it too. If she wanted she could have dogs rip us to pieces. And\nI was also sure that people pay for that sort of stuff. I learned that much in\nthe brothel, there is nothing people won’t sexualise, although I never saw\nanything like this in my time there, not even close.

The dogs were sniffing and licking at her, when one nuzzled\nher butt she pushed it away and it barked and growled at her. Sarah started\ncrying harder. Through her tears she tried to calm them, patting them and\nspeaking in soft tones but they persisted in badgering her, constantly sniffing\nat her crotch, jumping up at her and occasionally snapping when they didn’t get\ntheir way. When she again pushed one away it bit her hand. Another growled in\nsuch a menacing way that the hairs on my neck stood up. Sarah was crying\nheavily now as the beasts clawed at her until they pushed her to the floor.\nOnce on the ground, they wouldn’t let her get up. In an effort to try and\nprotect her face and the front of her body she curled up on her hands and knees,\ninadvertently presenting her ass to them. One of the dogs quickly mounted her\nand Sarah screamed.

\"I use these dogs because their cocks are huge and\nthey’re quite aggressive. This scene will sell very well.\"

Sarah was screaming and crying as the baying hounds fought\nto fuck her while she cowered in fear. It was obvious I was being shown all\nthis so I’d learn a lesson, be biddable and do what they ask and things would\nbe easier for me. If the other option was being ripped apart by hounds for a\nsnuff movie then I'll take the dog sex movie all day long thanks. That’s the\nother thing you learn in a brothel, things could always be worse. That, and\nsurvive at all costs.

I realised that I needed to make my position clear to this\nwoman and distance myself from Sarah before she got us both killed.

\"Please, may I ask what I call you?\"

\"Oh yes, how remiss of me, you may call me Mistress\nAgatha, or simply Mistress.\"

\"Mistress, I'll do it, I'll make the movie for you,\nI’ll do it willingly, I’ll do anything you say.\"

\"Good girl Victoria, that’s a wise choice. Now get on\nyour knees.\"

She pulled her skirt up and told me to remove her panties. I\nwas then made to lick her pussy while she watched the dogs raping Sarah. I\nconsidered myself lucky as I pleasured my new Mistress, this was far better\nthan what Sarah was getting. And I’d eaten enough pussy in my time that this\nwas all quite routine for me, well, sort of.

Mistress Agatha came in my mouth not long after I’d started\non her. When she was done she patted my head and told me I’d done well. Good, I\nwanted her to value me, this was survival of the fittest. I liked Sarah but if\nshe wanted to take the hard route then she was on her own, I wanted to live,\nand live as easily as the situation would allow me.

After a time, when Mistress seemed to tire of watching the\ndogs have their way with Sarah, a guard took me back to the bedroom. I was fed\na basic but tasty meal of chicken and vegetables and given fashion magazines to\nread. That night they never brought Sarah back to the room, I worried terribly about\nwhat had happened to her but there was nothing I could do.

Despite the circumstances, I slept remarkably well. So far,\nfor me at least, this was a lot better than the beatings and rape in that\nholding facility. Although admittedly I wasn’t looking forward to fucking dogs\non camera.

In the morning the maid unlocked the door and actually gave\nme clothes! I’d lost count of how many days it had been since I last wore\nclothes. I was given a plain white bra and panties, black leggings, a white T-shirt\nand a pair of trainers. It was very plain attire but comfy and being washed and\ndressed made me feel almost human again.

I was served a breakfast of fruit and cereal in my room then\ntaken to see Mistress Agatha in her study. The curtain to the one-way glass\nwindow was pulled back so I could see Sarah curled up in the corner of the cell\non the floor, covered by a blanket and fast asleep. I tried hard not to cry,\npoor Sarah, I felt so bad for her.

“I did try again to see if she would cooperate but she\nrefuses,” said Mistress.

“I see,” was all I could think to say.

“Victoria, I’d like you to decide what happens to Sarah\ntoday. More dogs maybe? A session of pain? Or shall we just kill her and be\ndone with it?”

“What? Kill her? No, please, don’t do that, she’ll come around\neventually, I know she will.”

“What’s it to be then?”

I felt like I was being tested, so I put myself in the\nMistress's shoes, what would I do if I were her? I put my conscience to one\nside and told her what I thought she wanted to hear.

“If Sarah is not cooperating then she needs to learn. Why\nchoose between dogs and pain, when you can have both?”

“Ha! And I thought I was a sadistic bitch, you’re a girl\nafter my own heart.”

She pressed a buzzer and a maid came in.

“Tell Karl she’s to have dogs this morning and light torture\nthis afternoon.”

Two men then went into the room with Sarah and bent her over\na long, short-legged bench-type thing and tied her down, presenting her butt at\na perfect height for a dog. They left the cell and let a huge Rottweiler in. It\nmounted her straight away and pumped furiously into her. Sarah screamed and\ncried as the beast had its way with her.

Then Mistress said, “Now, onto business, come with me.”

As I followed her down a plush hallway lined with paintings I\nfelt huge pangs of guilt at my part in what was happening to Sarah. So much so\nthat I felt I had to try and intervene on Sarah’s behalf.

“Please Mistress, may I beg a favour of you?”

“Oh, what would that be?”

“Tonight, after you’re done with Sarah, please give her a\nlittle time to recover. Let her wash, eat and sleep in a bed, please?”

“Don’t worry, I know the limits of human endurance. I was\ngoing to have her cleaned up anyway but okay, as you’ve been behaving well so\nfar I’ll clean her up properly and let her sleep in her room again. But I warn\nyou, I grow tired of her stubborn behaviour.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

We arrived at the end of the hallway where she opened the\ndoor to a bedroom that was beautifully decorated in a modern, minimalist style.\nIt was white and silver with touches of red here and there to add a splash of\ncolour. It was a huge room with a large walk-in dressing area and a massive\nen-suite bathroom. It was like something from a five-star hotel that I’d only\never seen in pictures before. Even the bedrooms in Sarah’s family’s home paled\nin comparison to this.

“This is your room. There is a full wardrobe of clothes, all\nyour size of course. Everything you need is here. Pick up the phone and someone\nwill bring whatever you need, food, alcohol or whatever, twenty-four hours a\nday. Like room service, only far better. You have free rein of the house. There\nare one or two rooms you can’t enter, but they are locked and clearly marked so\nyou can’t miss them. You can also go outside and stroll around the grounds as\nyou wish and enjoy the full splendour of the island. I’ve even made my stable\nof concubines available to you, there are men and women of all types if you\nwish to avail yourself of them. Oh, and the kennels are open to you as well if\nyou fancy a hound or two. There is a pool, gym and sauna, we have a hairdresser\nand beautician here too. In short my dear, you have full guest rights.”

I giggled nervously, “I don’t understand, all this, for me?”

“Yes, for you. I have high hopes for you. But right now\nthere is someone I want you to meet,” she clapped her hands and the door opened.\n

A gorgeous Golden Retriever came bounding in, he was\nabsolutely divine. He came running straight to me and jumped up, tail wagging\nlike mad.

“This is Max,” said Mistress.

“Hey, Max! How are you?”

“WOOF!”

“Ha! He likes you,” said Mistress, her smile making her look\nalmost friendly.

“Oh he’s adorable, I love him to pieces already!”

I knelt down and played with him, he licked my face and we\ntussled about. Mistress watched us with a broad smile on her face.

“May I ask, am I to perform with Max for a film?”

“Yes, but we want to go a step further than the usual single\nscene or short films we’ve made before.”

I stood up and paid attention, “Oh?”

“We’re going to make a TV series with a very high production\nquality. The plot is that you’re a well-to-do young widow who thinks the spirit\nof her dead husband is in the dog. You fall in love with Max and treat him like\nyour husband.”

“Okay, that’s quite cool, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“This is the best bit. To make it more real, there’s no set\nor crew. Instead, there are hidden cameras everywhere, in this room, the\nbathrooms, the whole house and all the grounds. You live with Max\ntwenty-four-seven and just act naturally as if he were your husband and the\ncameras will pick up the required footage. I understand there will be a\nlearning process for both of you. Max has not mounted a dog yet let alone a\nhuman, he’s only just turned two years old. But the training should be fun,\njust go with what feels right. Make sure there is lots of sex though, don’t\nmake me have to keep reminding you to fuck him, remember, I’m watching.”

I could almost hear my mother’s voice in my head, ‘Give ‘em\nwhat they want, be the person they want you to be’. One way or another, a dog\nwas going to fuck me, that was just a plain fact. So I might as well do this\nthe way Mistress wants it done, it was the easier option. I quickly went back\ninto whore mode, smiled and began to play the part required of me.

I stroked Max’s head and he licked my hand, “Don’t worry,\nthis handsome chap will get all the pussy he wants, you’ll see,” I said, doing\nmy best to get into character as enthusiastically as possible.

“Train him to fuck you as many different ways as you can. Do\nwith him what you’d do with your husband. I’ve left some dog training books and\ntreats on the side. Questions?”

“I don’t know anything about making films, but if he’s the\nspirit of my dead husband, will I be filming scenes with a man, you know, who\nis my pretend husband before he dies?”

“Good question, and had I known you’d be so presentable and\nwilling I’d have filmed those scenes with you. But I already filmed them with\nanother actress, we’ll just use some computer trickery to put your face on\nhers. Any more questions?”

“Erm, no not for the minute.”

“Good. If you need anything just pick up a house phone. Any\nideas what you’ll do first?”

“I suppose we’d better see if everything is working properly\nwith Max. I’ll play about and see if he gets frisky, if he does I’ll let him\nfuck me. Either way, we’ll go for a walk outside and play with a ball or\nsomething, you know, bonding type stuff.”

“Sounds like a good plan, I’ll leave you to it.”

And then I was alone with my new buddy, Max. Well, as alone\nas you can be with cameras everywhere. I wasn’t lying to Mistress when I said\nhe was a beautiful dog, he had won my heart already.

I quickly discovered that Max was very clever. He was\ntrained with all the usual commands and was obedient with a tender but\nexcitable nature, his tail never stopped wagging. After a while he began\nsniffing at my crotch, I was very aware that Mistress would be watching me so I\npulled my leggings and panties off and got on the bed. Max jumped up and went\nstraight for the honey pot and lapped away at my pussy. I can’t lie, it felt\ngreat.

“Good boy Max, good boy,” I kept saying. “That’s it, lick\nmummy, good boy.”

Every so often I’d give him a treat in the hope I could\ntrain him to do this at the command of ‘lick pussy’. We played around with him\nlicking my pussy for an hour or so but as fun as this was, the whole point was\nfor the dog to fuck me, and the sooner I got it over with the better.

I didn’t know much about dogs and I’d certainly never fucked\none before. But when I was growing up we had a small mongrel dog at the brothel.\nHe wasn’t neutered and every now and then his cock would spring out and he’d\nhump a pillow or something. This was the full extent of my knowledge of dog\nsex. Looking down between Max’s legs his cock was not yet coming out of its\nhome so I thought I’d give him a hand, literally. I gently jerked him off and\nsoon a bright red and pink cock appeared. I was over the moon to see it was a\nnice size and shape, about 5 inches long, medium girth and honestly quite nice\nlooking considering it was a dog’s cock. Now he was ready to go I got on all\nfours and waited with my butt presented to him in the hope that nature would\ntake its course.

Max sniffed my ass and licked between my legs a lot, which\nwas nice but not what we were aiming for. I slapped my butt and said ‘up’ but\nhe didn’t seem to get it. Then he briefly put his paws on my back, so I told\nhim ‘Good boy, fuck mummy’ and gave him a treat. Then I put a treat on my back\nand he put his paws back up there again. This carried on for quite a while\nuntil eventually, his instincts took over. I could feel his hips making a\nfucking motion back and forth and his cock sliding up my back or along my\nthighs but never finding the right spot. And I was getting quite wet from Max’s\nfluids. At first, I thought he’d come but it was watery and transparent, it was\npre-come, which seemed to gently leak from him from the moment he got hard.

This went on for about an hour, he’d jump up, nudge his cock\naround my entrance then get off and have a sniff and a lick. I was about to\ngive up when, BAM, Max found the spot and rammed home hard. And that was it, I\nhad my first dog cock inside me.

It was so unexpected, so quick and so forceful that I yelled\nout from the shock as much as the pain. Max wasn’t stopping though, he carried\non pounding me at a furious rate. He must have been coming inside me but given\nthe hard and fast fucking I was getting I couldn’t really feel it, and besides\nthat I was still trying to get over the shock of it all. When he slowed down I\nthought he was finished but Max was far from done with me.

He stayed where he was, draped over my back with his cock in\nmy pussy when I started to feel something a bit odd. Something inside me was\nincreasing in size, if it hadn’t felt so nice I may have panicked at this\npoint. Then I remembered that dogs have a knot at the base of their penis, it’s\ndesigned to lock them in a bitch to ensure their semen fertilises the female.\nNow he’d stopped his manic pounding and was lying still on me I could catch my\nbreath and start concentrating on what was happening. As Max’s knot increased\nin size it stretched the walls of my pussy wonderfully. It felt warm, hot\nalmost, and throbbed, it was a very nice feeling indeed.

It was at this point that he began coming inside me\nproperly. There was a constant stream of very warm fluid filling my insides as\nhe gently fucked me into an orgasm. Yup, that’s right, Max gave me a screaming\nbeauty of a climax the first time he fucked me. Nobody was more surprised about\nthis than me.

His soft fur felt lovely on my back and he even had his paws\ntucked around my sides like he was hugging me as he gently pumped his seed\ninside me. Max wasn’t going anywhere, for the time being, he was locked in me.\nIt wasn’t painful while he was knotted inside me, quite the opposite, I was\nenjoying it. It was lovely having his soft fur and the weight of him on my back\nwith his warm cock pulsing and pumping cum deep inside me. Maybe fifteen\nminutes we stayed like that, with Max coming constantly, during which time I\nhad another powerful orgasm.

I fell in love with Max while he was knotted inside me that\nday.

Pulling the knot out, even after he’d deflated a bit, was\npainful but mercifully quick. Besides the shock of his very painful entry and\nthe knot when he pulled out, I have to say, dog sex, with Max at least, was not\ntoo bad. I’d even go so far as to say it was enjoyable. I’d had two very nice\nand very unexpected orgasms, so perhaps enjoyable is an understatement.

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