<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux &amp; other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br/><br/>My tongue was beginning to ache now. I'd been a little too enthusiastic to please, and my long, hard strokes were taking their toll on the nubile wet muscle that'd been working over Ms. Prideux's slit. On top of which the ache in my neck was growing second by second, forced to keep my head upright in order to avoid the cruel hook lodged in my rear end from ripping at me. A low groan escaped my dripping wet mouth as I looked up at the demon I was trying to please, her eyes looking back down at me mercilessly. Who was I kidding... she'd no sooner let me out than swap positions with me. How had I managed to end up with a bitch like her? Why couldn't I have gotten landed with someone who'd let me fuck, or at least offer me some relief... The idea of wanting to be effectively raped by a male dog was becoming less of a fear and more and more of a turn on. What was wrong with me?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good girl Candy. I don't think you're going to make Mistress come today, you're not able to do what I like with that gag in but it's nice to see you down there, finally being obedient. Are you enjoying your new life yet? Having fun? Two yelps for yes, if you please."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I could have bit her there and then if it wasn't for the infernal metal device keeping my jaws prised crudely open. Why did she need to ask such humiliating questions,<em>why</em>? The worst of it was that I had no option. I yelped twice, just as two more strokes fell swiftly on my behind again, bringing fresh tears to my eyes. What else could I do? Not answering, or answering no, would have only gotten me more lashes... The bitch knew how to hit hard, both physically and mentally, and I hated her for it. I wondered vaguely how many other poor men and women had ended up under her vicious command.<br/><br/>My tongue continued to lap, even as I felt it start to cramp. I didn't even realise tongues could cramp up... I was too focused on trying to keep both my neck up and tongue moving to hear what Ms. Prideux was saying, but I knew she was chatting as if it were the most normal thing in the world. How long had she been with dogs for... My head drooped slightly, a whimper issuing my mouth as the hook tugged at my anus, forcing my neck to rise up again. I knew I couldn't last much longer now, and soon my neck would give way fully. I tried not to think too much about what it'd do to my behind. Just keep licking, and maybe she'd remove it. And then maybe she'd release you and send you home again... as if...<br/><br/>It was only when the Alsatian was almost bearing over me that I noticed him, my heart skipping a beat or three. Was she? No, it wasn't, it wasn't possible, she couldn't be-<br/><br/>Yet there he was. I felt the heavy weight of his body rest upon my restrained back and shoulders, and within seconds all thoughts of my neck, the hook, my tongue, had vanished as I felt him push deeply within me, threatening to send me careening over the edge. As he settled down over my back, his length fully within me, stretching me apart slightly, I groaned out, a long, low sound escaping from me as I willed him to begin to fuck me, to ram home just once more... just once more...<br/><br/>And yet he stayed still. It was worse than not being fucked at all. My frustration grew exponentially as he just lay there, buried within me, filling me out and pushing upon the hook, my sex just about ready to explode around his length. My whimpers and moans grew in intensity, my eyes widening and looking up at the woman who'd inflicted this upon me, who'd used my dream dog to plunge me deeper into a nightmare.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There. A special treat for you for being such a good dog today. However... You will not move. You will not. Now keep licking. I might just come all over your face if you're a good bitch."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I tried. I tried to lick, but I couldn't. I couldn't focus in the slightest. I barked out, the frustration shown in my eyes and in every line of my face.<br/><br/><strong>*rugh rugh* </strong>I managed, the gag preventing the proper sounds from being formed. So long as he was in me, I was effectively paralysed.