{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"d4b53b4d-8bb8-4d4a-852b-1e1a7b46c1e7","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2026-03-12T21:08:25.664Z","title":"Barking Mad Bitch gets Knotted","slug":"barking-mad-bitch-gets-knotted","shortId":"Oup3btsm","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"In this playful and provocative tale, a young woman named Rachel is invited to participate in a unique and intense BDSM experience organized by a group of Pakistani men. The story begins with Rachel receiving a mysterious phone call from her friend Edward, who informs her that a group of men, led by Muhazzim, are interested in her for a 'special' event. Intrigued and a bit nervous, Rachel agrees to meet Muhazzim and his friends to discuss the details. The group has a very specific and humiliating scenario in mind, involving Rachel being treated as a 'bitch' and subjected to various degrading acts, including being used by dogs. Despite her initial hesitation, Rachel finds the idea strangely appealing and decides to go through with it. The story then delves into the graphic and explicit details of the event, where Rachel is stripped, restrained, and subjected to electrical shocks, dog food, and ultimately, sexual acts with dogs. Throughout the experience, Rachel experiences a mix of humiliation, excitement, and physical discomfort, all while being watched and encouraged by the group. The tale ends with Rachel reflecting on her experience and considering future invitations, leaving the door open for more adventures.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"1d0ebd6f-be5f-4506-bb9b-6e5fd1e45ca4","title":null,"summary":"“You really have caused quite a stir, ” Edward told me after we had exchanged some pleasantries foll","wordCount":8274,"readTime":41,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

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“You really have caused quite a stir, ” Edward told me after we had exchanged some pleasantries following his phone call.

“In what way?” I enquired, somewhat mystified.

“Someone’s been wanting to get hold of you, ” Edward explained.

“Most men do, ” I chuckled down the phone.

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“They heard about your visit to the club and how hot it was when you received electrical treatment from Master Thore on that beam.”

“I see, ” I replied, wondering what was coming.

“They tried your regular club, but Brian said he’d need to speak to you first before passing on your details.”

“Yes, I can understand that.”

“They are still waiting, though, six weeks later, ” Edward explained.

“Oh. I have no idea why. Brian never said anything to me.”

“I know. That’s why they contacted me, kind of in desperation.

“Okay, I’ll ask Brian what the problem is, ” I responded, “So why did they want to contact me?”

“They heard about that night and others and thought you might join them for their annual event.”

“An office party?” I asked.

“No. This guy is called Muhazzim and wants you for something rather special that I’d prefer you talk directly to him about.”

“He’s obviously not English, ” I concluded.

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“No, he’s from Pakistan, and so are all his group.”

“I’ve never had guys from Pakistan after me before, ” I stated.

“Possibly not, but you have now.”

“What did they want?” I asked, “It might be fun.”

“It might or it might not, ” Edward replied mysteriously, “All I’ll say is that they want you to play the bitch.”

“But didn’t you explain that I’m not a bitchy dominant type of person?”

“You need to speak to them yourself and explain all that. Can I pass your number on?”

“I guess so; no harm chatting to them. Is this Muhazzim safe?”

“Yes, I think so. He just… wants to do something different with you.”

It was, therefore, that, after an initial phone call, I met Muhazzim and two of his friends in a local park so that no one could overhear our conversation.

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As Muhazzim explained the scene he and his friends wanted me to play out, my eyes widened in surprise and some alarm. I never even suspected that anyone would ever want to perform what he wanted to do, never mind in front of several excited witnesses.

I felt two powerful responses flowing through my body as Muhazzim and his friends painted their scene before me. The first was that I would love the profound, humiliating feeling of being used in such a way; however, the second, equally strong rejoinder was that I could never allow them to do what they wanted to me. It was just far too over the top and disgusting.

Muhazzim told me that his name meant ‘defeater of others.’ Once a year, he tried to organise something ‘unusual’ involving bondage and discipline for himself and his friends. He told me I was the only white girl they had approached. I was not, however, sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.

I left, promising to think over their proposal and let them know. I was sure the answer would be no, but I wanted breathing space to consider the event properly.

To be fair to Muhazzim and his friends, they did not push, force or badger me into making my mind up. They did give me time and space to decide on my own. My difficulty was that, because of the nature of what they wanted to do, I could not share my thoughts with any of my friends. This would be my choice and mine alone.

Whenever I thought about what I had been told, I felt wet between my legs. Despite being only twenty-one, I discovered that I enjoyed being the object of total humiliation more than having sex, even with multiple guys at one time. An additional attraction was the racial aspect. I would be a white girl being used and abused by a group of men from Pakistan, with some of their wives and girlfriends watching and encouraging my degradation.

“I’ll do it, ” I told Muhazzim when I finally phoned him two weeks later. “I have no idea why, ” I explained, “apart from being degraded by you in such a way somehow appeals to me.”

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There was a short silence before Muhazzim replied. “I must say, Rachel, I’m a little surprised. I did not expect you to agree.

“Neither did I, ” I confessed honestly, “and I’m still not sure why I am.”

My diary was the problem that had to be overcome. I had assignments to complete, exams to prepare for, and other extracurricular commitments that took up much of my time. With a bit of work and understanding from others, I managed to create a slot for Friday evening and Saturday to be used as Muhazzim, as his friends had described.

As I always did, I met them, plus a couple of others from their group, a couple of times prior to the date we had set. During these liaisons, we discussed my boundaries and agreed that I would be given time to consider some of their plans during the session, as it was impossible for me to gauge how I would feel at the time. I was glad that all the men were happy to use a safe word if I needed to pull back from anything. I also wanted to ensure that nothing would be harmed or distressed by anything that occurred.

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I drove myself to the chosen location, butterflies in my stomach, goosebumps on my skin, and my mouth as dry as a desert. I was entering uncharted territory that I could not share with anyone else.

The men wanted me to make a grand entrance as though they had kidnapped me and were their unwilling victim. Having already engaged in a few consent and non-consent capers with fellow students, I felt I could do an excellent job at playing such a role.

I parked my car, as requested, in the driveway of one of the men’s houses, and as I got out, I was immediately surrounded by Muhazzim and his entourage. They escorted me round the corner to a shop, into which we entered with my legs suddenly turning to jelly at the prospect before me.

“You okay?” Muhazzim enquired as he assisted me through the shop to the large storeroom at the rear, where my encounter would take place. “We will still allow you to pull out.”

“I’ll be okay, ” I replied, my voice trembling, “I’m just very nervous.”

“No problem. We can understand, and we can hardly believe you agreed. A white girl, and a beautiful one, allowing us to use her in such a way is a massive turn-on.”

At the door in the back of the shop, I was blindfolded and grabbed tightly by my arms.

“Ready to put up a fight?” I was asked.

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“Guess so, ” I answered, taking a deep breath as I heard the door open and felt myself being propelled inside.

“Get off me, ” I commenced as I struggled and squirmed against the vice-like grip. “Let go, you bastards.”

I think the fierceness of my resistance initially took my abductors a little by surprise, even though I was vastly outnumbered. Not being able to see handicapped my efforts despite my bucking and kicking to release myself.

“How dare you. Let me alone. Free me, ” I shouted with as much venom as I could.

“Shut up, ” someone shouted in response, “and do as you are told.”

Suddenly, everyone stopped walking, and I was held still and tight by my arms with others securing my legs.

“Take off her blindfold, ” a woman’s voice said calmly.

Slowly, the blindfold was removed, and I could see I was in a dimly lit room facing a large woman with many other faces sitting a little behind her.

“Do we know the bitch’s name?” the lady asked.

“Rachel, ” she was told.

“Well, Rachel, ” the woman said sweetly but with a hint of menace, “We hope you behave and enjoy yourself here, ” she paused before adding to a titter of laughter, “which I’m sure you will. Otherwise, you might have to suffer, which would be such a shame for someone so pretty.”

I had been told that a woman would meet me, but nothing more.

“Take off her clothes, ” she ordered, giving me the hint of a sadistic smile.

“Don’t you dare, ” I answered, struggling to get free once again and held even tighter as another man came towards me carrying a Stanley knife.

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“Hold still, pretty lady, ” he said as he pulled my jumper away from my body and commenced slicing through the wool, “I don’t want to cut you too.”

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I stood stock still, wearing a look of defiance, but internally both excited and immensely apprehensive of what was about to happen.

Once he had cut the jumper in half, he pulled it to either side of me and started cutting the buttons off my blouse one at a time until it, too, was ripped open, revealing my bra.

“Time to see what you’re made of under there, ” he stated as he pulled my bra towards him to cut between the cups.

“No. Don’t you dare!” I shouted as loud as I could.

With one upward movement, my bra divided and fell away, leaving my breasts exposed.

“Not got very much there, have you?” the woman commented, “hardly worth all the fuss.” She then turned to the man with the small builder’s knife and ordered, “Remove her trousers.”

He moved behind me as I remained in the iron grip of my Pakistani captors. Pulling my jeans away from my bum, he commenced slicing through the material and down each leg. The denim fell away around my feet, leaving me just in my knickers, but still wearing the remnants of my tops, torn and ruined, hanging over my shoulders and covering my arms.

Again, I tussled and resisted as the men sought to pull the remains of my tops off me.

“You’re repulsive, ” I stated, “leave them alone!”

One of the men held the fabric open and replied, “Leave it alone? Not much good, is it?”

“Knickers, ” the woman, still standing before me like a sergeant major, ordered.

The knife wasn’t needed to remove those, as the willing hands of those containing me happily obeyed the command and pulled them down my legs, where they joined my ruined jeans around my feet.

It seemed to me that a collective gasp ran through the room as my untamed beaver became fully visible.

“She’s like us!” I heard a female voice pip up.

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“I thought all white women shaved, ” a man called out.

“Obviously not, ” the woman commander responded, “at least this specimen has some sense of respectability. Nice bush; it can be used well.”

For the first time, I realised there were more people in the room than I had initially noticed. On either side of where I was standing were two rows of seven chairs each, and I guessed there were about forty South Asian people watching my unveiling.

“You know what to do next, ” the woman said as she looked up and down my naked body. It seemed the men holding me in vice-like grips did indeed know what to do as my hands had chain loops slipped over them, which were then pulled up and slipped over large meat hooks in the roof, leaving me straight, taught, and naked as all the men released their grip on me.

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“Come and take a good look at what we call White Fuckmeat, ” the woman invited, turning away from me for the first time and addressing the others in the room. “Pretty face, good thick thatch, but not much else going for her. No wonder she has to sleep around and can’t get a regular boyfriend.”

Those who had, to that point, been sitting and watching events began to leave their seats and come towards me for a closer inspection of the naked white flesh displayed before them.

“No touching, ” the woman ordered.

“Get away, you perverts, ” I shouted as I kicked out with my legs, ensuring everyone kept a safe distance from me. “Let me go. Get lost. Get away!”

“Fiesty thing, isn’t she?” Muhazzim commented, looking at me with an approving smile.

“Indeed, ” the lady replied. “I think we need to calm the cow down.”

Two men walked up between the woman and where I was standing as everyone else retook their seats. As the men advanced, a light was trained on me, and I saw they held cattle prods in their hands.

I had not been aware that such an implement existed until six months earlier, when I first encountered these highly effective, but rather painful, devices. It looked like I was going to feel their electrifying power again.

“NO!” I bellowed as loudly as I could. “Please… Not those.”

“Oh. So you know what they are, do you?” the woman asked. “Most cows recognise them, but few need to feel them. You, though, obviously need to be reminded of their power to ensure you behave while you are with us.”

I pulled my body away as the first probe neared my body, only to jump as the second was quickly thrust toward me and caught the flat of my tummy to the left of my navel. There was a small crack as the shock was activated and shot through my body.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Noooooooooooo!” I called out in genuine distress.

“Stick one on her bum, ” the men were instructed.

As I swung forward, I felt the probe push against my left bum cheek, followed by the shock.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh, ” I called out as something akin to a severe attack of pins and needles lept through my body.

“You’re static, dear, but we are electrifying you, ” the woman said gleefully and to murmurs of approval. “Turn the power down a little and touch the rash on the end of those pinheads she calls tits, ” one of the men holding the prod was told.

I recoiled as the pointed end of the prod came closer before touching my nipple, sending its current into my body and causing me to leap back in response.

“Enough, ” the woman barked, “Prepare her for what we all want to see.”

The chains were removed from the hooks above me, and I was led, still resisting, toward a bed positioned along the wall behind me.

“On your knees bitch, ” I was ordered as downward pressure was exerted on my shoulders.

Once I was kneeling, the chains, still hanging loosely from my wrists, were pulled forward and secured so that I was leaning across the bed with my bum in the air. Other chains were added to my ankles, stretching my legs wider but allowing a little slack for movement.

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“Prepare the Bitch, ” the woman ordered as those watching pulled their chairs closer to obtain a more intimate view of proceedings.

I felt several squirts of liquid around my bottom and over my pussy. “Stick the nozzle up her cunt and bum hole.”

Something entered my pussy, and a cold liquid was deposited. This action was repeated up my bum hole.

“Right in, That’s right.” The person performing the task was told. There was a pause before the woman in charge told someone else, “Now, show the bitch that tin.”

A man came to the bed and placed a tin of dog food on the bed next to me. “Read the label bitch, ” he commanded, “Out loud so all can hear.”

“No… please?

“READ IT.”

“Pedigree Chum, one hundred per cent complete nutrition with beef, ” I read, ‘in gravy.”

“Good girl. Who are the contents for?” I was asked.

“Dogs.”

“Yes indeed, dogs and bitches.”

“Spread some on her bum and spray some of that essence on her back to excite things further.”

The tin was opened, and I felt some of the contents spread along my bum crack.

“Excellent, everything is ready. Let the bitch be fucked.”

I braced myself on my chains as I suddenly heard the muted patter of excited feet on the laminate floor. Before I knew what was happening, I could feel a rough, salivary tongue licking excitedly into my bum crack. I looked back and could see the form of an Alsatian enjoying a treat from my backside.

Once it had finished its tasty snack, it pushed its nose hard into my bum as though greeting another dog. Then I felt it nuzzle underneath and into my pussy. Something was getting him animated as he sniffed around. Only then did it dawn on me that the essence sprayed on me must have been something that attracts and excites male dogs.

Suddenly, I felt him climb onto me with his stomach lying over my back. As his front paws neared my head, I noticed he was wearing some children’s socks; I guessed they were to protect me from his claws.

Suddenly I felt something stiff and rigid pushing against my pussy, and again I pulled hard on my restraints as the dog tried to excitedly enter his newfound bitch. His erect penis only touched me momentarily, then he backed away, dismounted, and began to sniff me again vigorously.

“Fucking sensational, ” I heard a voice say.

The dog backed away before coming closer and remounting my prone backside. This time, a gloved hand was ready to help guide the dog’s equipment into my pussy. I strained again on my bonds as I felt something much smaller in diameter push against my vulva before breaking into me with some help.

Once the animal felt the pressure of being inside me along with the essence sprayed on my back, it commenced a series of short thrusts that sent those watching my total humiliation into paroxysms of excited interest in what was happening.

After only a few seconds, the Alsations' penis came out, and the dog again dismounted, but obviously in a clear state of sexual desire. This was a dog that had found its bitch, and his bitch was me, a pretty, outgoing twenty-one-year-old university student who was there naked and allowing a dog to satisfy himself in me.

“Respray her, ” the woman ordered.

This act seemed to help the dog as it wandered around, turning one way and then another, constantly sniffing the air. From my limited and restrained view, I had the impression that he saw me as a bitch in heat and wanted to fully use the facilities on offer.

“Help him, you filthy bitch, ” the woman shouted, “Change the position of your fuck hole so he can get inside easier.”

“Wriggle your arse, ” another called out, “to get his attention.”

I obeyed and slid my knees further away from the bed by pushing the elongated pillow upon which they rested. I then wriggled my bum.

The dog caught the new scent first and then, having sniffed and licked my backside, jumped partly onto the bed, pushing its cock against my bum and down into my pussy.

I gave a little gasp, more of surprise than enjoyment, as I felt him find the right place and push against me, seeking entrance into my relatively tight pussy.

The onlookers, hearing my reaction, suddenly began encouraging proceedings noisily.

“Fuck the Bitch, ”

“Bang her hard.”

“Go for it boy.”

These sudden exclamations disoriented the poor dog as he backed off, looking around at those who were encouraging.

“Quite, everyone, ” the lady ordered, “or you’ll not see this white bitch fucked as she needs to be.”

As things settled down, the dog regained its focus and again jumped partway onto the bed with its paws on either side of me. I, in turn, began trembling from either the chill in the room or in response to what was happening.

This time the dog’s aim was true, and I felt him push hard and eagerly into my pussy. As his cock fully entered its target, the dog became animated as it pressed hard against my bare bum seeing its pleasure inside its human bitch.

Its thrusts were shorter and quicker than those of the guys who had used me previously during my time at university. The dog’s warm body rubbed along my back with its business end, enjoying the friction my cunt provided. Meanwhile, I could feel saliva from the dog’s mouth falling between my shoulder blades.

As I was pumped, I clearly remember wondering what my parents, back home in Scotland, would be thinking if they could see me now. Their daughter, on her knees, bound to a bed by chains, surrounded by excited Pakistani guys and girls and being fucked by a large animated Alsatian. I dared not think any further.

Twice, the dog, desiring to pleasure itself, pulled out of me and both times, as I stretched, it regained its position until I knew it had accomplished its mission. Unlike men who filled me previously, it hopped off and licked my pussy with its tongue as it tried to taste its deposits or my juices if any were flowing.

I lay on the bed, emotionally exhausted by the encounter. I had never in my wildest dreams, and I had some wild ones, thought I would allow myself to be penetrated by a dog. It was totally surreal and almost unbelievable.

The crowd looked intently at where the hound was sticking its long, rough tongue in almost disbelief at what they had witnessed.

“Unbelievable.”

“Shockingly filthy.”

“Now she’s a real bitch.”

“She’s a fuckin dirty depraved cunt… but I love her.”

As the dog was gently guided away, someone knelt on the bed and fastened a red studded leather dog collar around my neck.

“If you want to play the bitch you have to dress like a bitch, ” the man said as he fastened the buckle.

“Spray her again, ” the bossy lady commanded as the young man with the long, pointed spray can stepped forward and dowsed my bum and pussy in another liberal helping of doggy essence.

“Don’t forget to stick some up her holes, too, ” someone shouted.

“Now, some food up her bum crack. Pack it good and hard, ” the woman instructed.

I felt wet sticky dog food smeared into my bum crack, bum hole and vulva.

Once I was ready and fragrant, another highly excited dog was released into the room. I had not expected this but had left the option of further degradation if the men felt I was up to it and, seeing I had not used my safe word, they did.

This dog was huge and ungainly; I was later told it was a Great Dane, and it was undoubtedly great, at least in size. As I looked back at it, catching the scent sprayed over me, I wondered if it would ever get its cock inside me. I had no idea, at that time, that, thankfully, its penis was not sized in relation to its body.

I felt the dog’s teeth lightly graze against my backside as it noisily and messily tucked into the quality food stuck up my bum crack. When it finished, it continued to rub its tongue along my crack as if to ensure not one bit of the taste was left.

With the food part of the proceedings devoured, the dog started to think about other important matters, and it was clear from all the sniffing and probing around my backside and pussy that I was a pretty important part of its plans.

Suddenly, the Great Dane jumped on me and lay over my back, gripping me tightly between its paws while its business end searched lower down for an entrance where it would find pleasure. I could feel it probing around before it dismounted, sniffed, licked and then took up position on me again to attempt entry.

This time, with its front paws pushed tight under my armpits and with me on demand repositioning my bum, the Great Dane found its target. With a strange tingling sensation, caused more by the apparent pleasure my total shame was bringing the observers, I felt the dog’s penis push through my vulva and into my already used cunt.

Once in, the dog wasted no time pumping hard into my tight pussy while rhythmically sliding its short, rough coat along my back. I guess that dogs cannot control themselves in the same way humans can, and in a very short time, it was clear that the deed had been done and its human bitch had received its deposit.

The loud cheering that accompanied the dog’s conquest startled it, as it, like the Alsatian before, dismounted in some confusion. As the hullabaloo died down, the dog took delight in sniffing around my backside and running its not-insignificant tongue along my clit, causing me unwanted stimulation. The more it licked and probed my violated pussy, the more my body responded despite my best endeavours to control its desire to orgasm.

Thankfully, when my orgasm broke, it was not a major eruption as can happen; however, it was still enough to send my body into spasms of trembling and my breathing to become rapid and deep. No one was in any doubt about what was happening.

“Fuuuuck, ” someone said, “The bitch has got off on being fucked by dogs!”

“What a dirty whore.”

“Hot, hot, hot, hot, fuckin hot, ” another added rather unimaginatively.

“I think this filthy whorebitch needs to be taught a lesson, ” the woman in charge stated, “with this.”

As I strained to look behind me, I saw her holding a large leather paddle.

“Kneel up, Bitch, ” she ordered, “with your bum in the air.”

I obeyed, and the paddle landed fully across my bum with a ‘thwack.’ I breathed in quickly and gritted my teeth.

I am unsure now how many times leather and skin made contact, but I think it was around ten hard strokes that I received, by which time I was groaning and whimpering as my bum turned redder and sorer.

Eventually, my arms and legs were unchained, and a lead was attached to the collar around my neck so I could be paraded around the room on my hands and knees.

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“Good little Bitch, ” someone stated, “nice to see you have already had some training.”

Two men had removed their shoes and socks and offered their feet to me, and I was made to remain still until I had licked them with my tongue to their satisfaction.

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Eventually, I was guided on my lead into a large utility room where both dogs that had fucked me were waiting on their mats. In the middle of the two was the third mat, and this was to be mine for the night!

I was allowed to stand while more dog-arousing essence was squirted onto and into my pussy and bum, over my breasts and across my back. As soon as the fragrance left its canister, the dog’s noses started to twitch with interest. I had a feeling that I might be in for a long night.

Muhazzim walked in, carrying a short but wide stool with a pillow on top.

“You can lie across this, ” he smiled, “if the dogs show any further interest in you and you want to be privately fucked by them. Goodnight.”

The two dogs were more than a little interested in me as I lay curled up on the large dog mat between them, wondering if I had made the correct decision to take part in this endeavour. It was by far my most reckless adventure during my university days.

As I lay, the dogs alternately nuzzled my backside, pussy and breasts that had been saturated with dog-attracting scent. I had no option but to open my legs and allow the Great Dane to run its huge slobbery tongue up and down my pussy as it sought the source of the odour that was getting it excited.

Thankfully, the Altastian, having sniffed around me and taken a few licks at my breasts, seemed to believe that sleep was a better option than sex and soon settled down into a noisy slumber.

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Finally, having left copious amounts of its saliva over my pussy, up my bum and across my breasts, the Great Dane decided to also settle down for the night. I, too, eventually dozed off in my rather uncomfortable position between the two adventurous hounds. I was awoken just after three to find the Altasian’s nose pushed tightly up my backside.

My mind worked overtime as I lay trying to get back to sleep because I knew what I had agreed to allow to be done to me later that morning. My thoughts ran riot as I stretched, wriggled, curled and tried to get back to sleep.

My constant movement disturbed the dogs that awoke and again and took another fascinated interest in my nude body lying alongside them in the large utility room. Noses sniffed and pushed as tongues licked and explored my most intimate of areas until both eventually tired of me and slumped back onto their mats to wait until morning.

The dogs woke me again at seven as they prowled around their new roommate, sniffing and prodding. Thankfully, the door was opened, and they both galloped off into the garden to perform their early morning ablutions.

One of the men who came in took my lead and led me out on my hands and knees. I walked out into the garden as if I were a female dog.

“Have a pee, ” someone said.

“Yes, wee-wee, good girl, ” another suggested, stroking my head as if I were a real dog.

“Sniff around to find the right place, ” a further person encouraged.

As I did actually need the toilet, I pretended to sniff around until I found the right place where I squatted to pee.

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“Sexy bitch.”

“Wow! I’ve never seen a white girl piss before.”

“Dirty bitch.”

My relieving of myself brought further excited attention from my two bedmates as they first sniffed the ground and then my backside before the Alsatian gave my bum a couple of good deep licks to clean me up.

Once I had finished, I knew that a stern test awaited me inside the store. Rather stupidly, I had agreed with Muhazzim that I would join the dogs in eating breakfast and actually eat real dog food. Before consenting to this, I had visited two local pet shops to enquire how safe particular tinned foods were.

“How would you rate this?” I had asked, holding up a tin of our best-known brand.

“Good enough to eat, ” one young sales assistant told me, not knowing why I had enquired.

“Really?” I asked, looking back at him.

“Oh yes. It goes through the same rigorous standards as human food. Just a bit more mixed up and perhaps slightly lower-grade meat. All pet food is produced from animals passed for human consumption.”

“So I could eat it, ” I laughed nervously.

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“Well, yes, but it is made for dogs, ” the man reminded me hastily.

The second shop I visited gave me a similarly positive assessment of the safety of the contents of the tin. Having purchased some, I experimented privately in my university accommodation by gingerly tasing different parts. Although I wouldn’t advise it, I felt that if desperate, a tin might keep me alive in dire circumstances.

Muhazzim and his gang built the dogs to fever pitch as they spooned the contents of a can into three bowls before placing them on the ground and making the two dogs and me wait until commanded.

When permission was granted, the two dogs fell on their dishes in ravenous delight while the soul of someone’s boot assisted my head towards the bowl from which I had to eat.

My head spun, my stomach churned, my heart beat fast, and my mouth went dry as I lifted, chewed and finally swallowed the contents of my dish. Thankfully, as had been agreed, I only had a quarter of that given to the two dogs; however, I was glad when I had completed this first task of the day. I knew worse was expected of me. Much worse.

I was made to stand and more or less carried by the men around back to the bed and thrown onto it face up, lying on my back. My hands were quickly secured by the chains, and my legs were pulled apart, granting everyone a clear view of my hairy pussy.

Once suitably in position, my beaver was spread with more dog food, as were my breasts and belly button. Once everyone thought I was ready, the Alsatian was let loose and had no difficulty finding the extra portion of succulent beef that was adhered to my person. I felt its teeth pull my thatch as it endeavoured to extract every morsel from around my pussy before licking up that on my belly. The dog then climbed onto me and started pulling the food covering my nipples off with its teeth and tongue. Thankfully, what I had been promised was true; he did not bite even when eating such yummy fare.

Once he had completed his task, he was led away, and a pillow was placed under my head. I had wondered several times since arriving about my sanity, and indeed readers may do too, but this next test was going to be tough.

Someone spooned food out of the tin, and while someone pinched my nose and held my head, they shovelled it into my mouth until it was bunged. Then the Great Dane lept into the room. It took one look at me, sniffed my pussy and then lay upon me, placing its substantial tongue into my mouth to extract the contents.

“Kiss it back Bitch, ” I was ordered. With my mouth still holding a good amount of his food, I could not do as I was told.

Dog jowls and tongue met my mouth as it sought to clean me out.

“Vile but scorchingly hot, ” someone stated.

“Our Bitch is kissing him, ” another commented.

“Yes, she’s an obedient Bitch, ” another retorted, “she didn’t require much training.”

Finally, after what seemed to me hours but was perhaps in reality only ten minutes, the dog dismounted and seemed satisfied that there was no more food hidden in my mouth.

Once he had joined the Alsatian, I was quickly prepared for my next ordeal. The essence spray was brought in and squirted very liberally around my pussy and then my mouth.

I had little time to consider anything as I lay chained and exposed, surrounded by excited Pakistani men all enjoying the total humiliation and degradation of their white slut turned Bitch. Many had cocks in hand as they viewed the proceedings.

Suddenly the Great Dane catching the aroma of the essence bounded in and, taking one whiff of my pussy leapt on me as though I were his bed.

“Look at his cock, ” someone exclaimed, “it’s massive.”

I did not require anyone to tell me that the dog’s cock was erect and searching for satisfaction. I could feel it pushing hard against my pussy lips, trying to get in.

“Lift your bum a bit bitch, to help him, ” I was commanded.

As I did so, I felt my pussy breached, and the Great Dane, with its head directly over mine, began thrusting into me and drooling over me simultaneously. My face was soon covered in his saliva.

As he thrust, he came out in excitement, perhaps due to his penis being shorter and narrower than a man’s, and he dismounted.

“He needs some encouragement from you, ” Muhazzim said, “tell him what you want him to do.”

I looked around and once again saw the men standing and working rock-hard erections watching the dog doing its best to fuck its young attractive human bitch.

“Come here, boy, ” I called.

Muhazzim guided the dog to the side of the bed on which I lay bound, ready for the dirtiest fucking of my life.

“These men and women want us to entertain them, ” I told the dog as if it could understand me. “We can’t let them down. I want you to climb on me, stick your long doggy cock right into my whore cunt, and fuck me as though I were a proper dog bitch.”

“Fuck me, she’s telling it what she want’s, ” someone stated in surprise.

Hearing that buoyed me on, “Okay, boy, ” I encouraged, “take my cunt, my fucking filthy cunt, deep and hard and fill it with your doggy mess. Don’t let me down. I want to be your bitch.”

Muhazzim released the Great Dane and sniffed around before redoubling his efforts as he placed his giant paws on either side of my head and plunged his cock as far into my pussy as he could.

I, apart from the dog’s actions and being covered by his saliva, remember the room going strangely quiet as all the people watching were mesmerised by the sight of me being fucked by the Great Dane.

“Good boy, ” I called out, “fuck your bitch, fuck me, fuck me, oh please don’t stop. I’m a dirty bitch that needs dog cock right now.”

My encouragement seemed effective as the dog thrust excitedly into my cunt as though I was a real dog he was fucking. Suddenly he seemed to stiffen for a second before dismounting, leaping on the bad and licking my face with its massive wet tongue.

“Fucking impressive, ” someone said as I lay with my eyes closed as the dog sought to mop up the scent from my mouth.

“What a filthy dirty bitch you are, ” our Pakistani woman would never allow that to be done to them, ” another added.

“No, but look how we are enjoying it, ” another replied as he shot his load into some tissue paper he was holding at the end of his cock.

Finally, the humongous dog was led out, and I lay panting, wet and sticky from the experience.

“Look at the white bitch, ” Muhazzim said, “what a filthy, dirty low-down whore she is!”

Only then did I realise that the large woman who had been in charge of the previous evening’s proceedings was not around. Laying there, arms and legs spread wide and all my assets on view and having just been filled by a large dog, I had no inclination to ask where she was.

“Wipe her whore face, ” Muhazzim ordered.

I was surprised to see a younger woman walk toward me with a roll of kitchen towel in her hand. Without a word, she tore some off and wiped the copious saliva off my sticky face.

Once she had finished, the essence spray appeared again and was used extensively around my mouth.

“You like to suck cock don’t you bitch?”

I did not answer.

“You love giving blow jobs, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“I WANT AN ANSWER, ” The young man suddenly shouted with such ferocity that I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Yes, ” I replied weakly.

“LOUDER, ” I was ordered.

“YES, ” I responded.

“YES, WHAT?”

“Yes, I like sucking cock, ”

“We know you do, ” the man replied, “and you desperately want to suck dogs cock don’t you?”

Here was my agreed cue to proceed or stop, depending on how I felt. Quickly looking around, I saw men with their trousers around their thighs, knees and ankles, and I knew I had no choice but to carry on.

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“Yes, ” I answered,

“YES, WHAT BITCH?”

“Yes, I want to suck dog’s cock.”

“You might be filthy, titless and unkept, but at least you’re obedient, ” I was told.

Seconds later, the Alsatian was let loose and came running and sniffing into the room. It almost seemed to know what was expected as it jumped on the bed and began sniffing and tasting around my mouth.

Suddenly it moved a pace away, and its erect penis was over my face, looking for a home.

“Lift your head bitch, and do your job.”

I knew that if I thought too long, I might never complete this task, so I surprised even myself when despite my restraints, I lifted my head, took his penis in my mouth and began sucking his cock.

Strangely it was not as repugnant as I had imagined. Like the Great Dane’s, it was shorter and narrower than a man’s, with a strange earthy taste. The dog stood stock still as I worked on his doghood, and I’m sure if I could have seen his face, he was grinning.

Those standing around offered verbal encouragement.

“Suck him.”

“Wrap those bitch lips around him.”

“Take it deep.”

I’m not sure how long it took, but I felt his body language change, and thankfully he pulled out of my mouth just as a splattering of his seamen was ejected partly on my face and the rest over my breasts.

“Fuck me, ” someone piped up, “how hot is this.”

There was a hubbub of excitement as the Alsatian turned and commenced to lick his seamen off my face before being taken out of the room.

From my recumbent position, I watched as several men wanked with excitement over what they had witnessed before depositing their loads over my naked, wet, degraded body.

Suddenly the massive Great Dane reappeared and commenced licking the men’s cum off me with its enormous red slimy tongue. Whilst it was working on the evidently tasty cream treats that had been left, the guy with the can of dog-attracting fragrance was excitedly spraying it around my mouth.

Having finished my tongue bath, the mammoth dog sploshed its tongue excitedly over my face tasting the liquid that had been sprayed there. With encouragement, it moved over me, so its once again stimulated cock was just above my mouth.

“Suck the dog’s cock for us, ” I was ordered.

“Deep throat it!”

I hesitated as the dog stood over me, uncertain what was happening.

“Punish the bitch, ” someone ordered.

The girl who had cleaned my face stepped forward. She had changed into a tight-fitting leather outfit that would not have looked out of place on a motorcycle. She was holding the cattle prod.

“Stick it right up, her fucking fanny, ” one of the older guys suggested.

“Yes. Let her have it good and strong.”

The dog was led off the bed as I once again strained against the chains holding me in place. I saw the pointed end come closer and then screamed as the charge went through my body, making me jump and writhe on the bed.

“Fuck the dog with your mouth, or we will push that right inside your bitch’s cunt, ” Muhazzim told me.

As the large dog once again stood over me, I lifted my head to meet its substantial erection. The feeling of my lips touching his most sensitive and enlarged area at first made the dog unsure and uneasy before it started to feel the effects of my work and was turned on by what it was experiencing.

The cock was much longer than the Alsatian and much thinner than I expected. It was also damp from my pussy and, I suspected, from having recently had a pee.

As I worked on its long red, and rough cock, it seemed that this dog was like many men I had met and knew how to control himself as he stood still above me, enjoying my stimulating efforts.

Suddenly it decided it needed rougher treatment and became very animated as it moved and changed position so it could thrust into my mouth. With its belly rubbing the top of my head and its rear legs pushing it forward in short thrusts, it used my lips to pleasure itself thoroughly.

I began to feel nauseous as the dog pushed its cock deeper into my mouth than I had ever intended. I had promised Muhazzim and his friends that I would suck dog cock, but I was not expecting to be fucked in my mouth by it. I closed my eyes as it became clear the dog was about to fire its load.

As it did so, I closed my mouth and received a direct hit of warm sticky fluid across my face.

Yet another cheer went up, startling the poor beast, which immediately jumped off the bed and sniffed around my cunt as if preparing for a further assault before it was led away.

As I lay strangely, breathing hard and feeling sick, the young girl approached me again.

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“My mother paddled your arse last night, ” she stated truthfully, “you obviously didn’t learn your lesson, as you still enjoy fucking dogs. Now I’m going to make sure you remember what a Bitch you really are.”

She swung her leather flogger around and brought it down with a swoosh on my breasts. The thongs were harder than I had previously experienced and immediately sent shafts of stinging pain through my body.

The second strike landed over my left thigh, curling its way around my leg and leaving the skin reddening. Time and again, the leather struck my legs, belly, breasts, and chest as I shouted out with each painful blow.

Finally, the girl stood directly in front of me with a sinister grin playing on her lips.

“Well, guys, ” she stated, “what do you think? Should I punish this cunts cunt?”

There were no dissenters, so she raised the flogger and brought its leather tines down over my hairy and matted beaver as I shouted and shook.

“WAIT, ” someone shouted, “I have an idea!”

The person and Muhazzim whispered before the man disappeared, only to return carrying an electric shaver with the hair removal attachment fitted.

As he moved closer to my pussy I pulled on the chains and begged, “Please don’t shave that. Please DON’T do that.”

I was ready to use my safe word; however, Muhazzim explained, “Pipe down bitch, we are not going to shave you; just tidy you up a little!”

I still pulled myself away as the shaver head neared my pussy.

“Hold still, or I might shave off more than I intend, ” the newly turned barber said. I remained still as he trimmed a small amount of my pubic hair on either side of my pussy.”

“Right, ” Muhazzim said to another older man standing near, “Now you can get to work.”

As the man neared with a large pen in his hand, Muhazzim explained, “This man writes the offers on our shop window. He does outstanding calligraphy and will add four letters to your legs, so keep still and don’t spoil his work.”

I felt the pen touch my skin and carefully trace two letters on the top inside of my right thigh, followed by two opposite ones on my left. A mirror was brought and placed between my open legs so that I could see the results. Even reading back to front in the mirror, I could see that my beaver had been shaped into a letter T, and on either side were the letters B–I and C–H written in indelible ink.

“There, that’s better, ” Muhazzim stated as the man with the pen looked on. “Anyone fucking your filthy hole in the next few weeks will now see exactly what you are – a proper BITCH!”

“Can I start flogging her again?” the younger girl asked.

“By all means, Flog away, ” Muhazzim told her.

She took aim at my newly titled pussy and let fly.

“Harder, ” an excited voice called out, “the bitch needs taught a lesson.”

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The girl required no encouragement as the leather struck hard against my used pussy lips. My cunt lips were soon in agony as I screamed with each rhythmic pounding of her leather implement.

“Turn the bitch round, ” she commanded at last, just when I was wondering how much sorer my pussy could become.

Hands undid my bonds, turned me over, positioned me, and rebound my arms and legs so that I was spread face down.

“White bitches like this never learn, do they?” the girl said almost sweetly. “Such a shame that such delicate pink skin has to suffer because of the whore inside.”

I heard the swoosh of the flogger before I felt it strike me between my shoulder blades. The girl worked down the spine of my long back before reaching my bum, which still had some soreness from the paddling it had received from her mother the previous night.

Time and again, I shouted, screamed, grunted, and groaned as the girl enjoyed thrashing my arse for all she was worth.

Finally, with both of us exhausted, me from pain and her from the effort, she stopped with my bum resembling a beetroot. I was, by this time, whimpering like a small child as every part of my body ached as though I had been stung by a thousand wasps.

As soon as she stopped, I felt something wet splash over my back and across my bum as she applied some cooling, soothing lotion and rubbed it gently.

“I have to give it to you, Rachel, ” she

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aid kindly, “you can take more than I can.”

“Thanks, ” I replied, trying to turn and see her.

“I mean it. I can be a dominatrix or a sub, but I could never cope with what I just gave you. I expected your stop word every time after my first strike.”

“I like to provide value entertainment, ” I answered, trying to smile through my pain.

“You are amazingly hot, ” a male voice interjected, “we have ejaculated buckets of cum since last night watching you.” I bet they had!

“Would you come again and let us do other things to you?” Muhazzim asked, “we will pay you?”

“What other things?” I asked.

“Painful things, degrading things., revolting vile, nasty things, ” he replied, warming in his descriptive language. “We would want to torture you and make you scream and beg for mercy.”

“Oh yes. And I’ll torture you properly then, ” the girl named Rahmi stated. “Although my name means merciful and compassionate, I will try not to live up to it if you agree to come again.”

“I’ll think about it, ” I replied to a small cheer.

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As I was released and allowed to dress, I was greeted by two happy-looking and excited dogs. As I bent down and stroked them, now without the baby socks on their feet, I wondered again what my parents and friends back home in Scotland would think. What would they say if they knew I had been allowing a group of Pakistani men and women to use me as a real bitch for their dogs? I hoped they would never find out.

As for a future session, after many discussions, I agreed, and it was indeed painful and degrading. But I’ll leave that for another account.

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