Rubberwolf
08-04-2008, 05:16 PM
Atonement
Chapter 5
By
Rubberwolf
2008
Storycodes: bd, reluctant, nc, pony, beast, rp.
Honey edged out of the room that had been her prison for an eternity of degradation and pain. Blinking she edged into the light of day. After a while she saw that she was in a large, enclose, courtyard, about the same size as her room. A large metal gate, with vertical steel bars stood open at one end of the compound and she could see an even larger yard beyond. Other dogs, real dogs, were lounging about or playing in the warm sun. The gate had wheels on the bottom of it and, she assumed, would slide across the entrance in order to close it.
As she adjusted to the light she stepped further into the compound. A hissing noise behind her indicated that the door to her old room had closed and, turning around, her suspicions were confirmed. Turning around she noticed, that she was next to a small structure of some kind and, walking forward she found that a sturdy wooden kennel, with the name Honey painted in bright pink letters. Great, she had her own doghouse. Moving forward she edged her head into the kennel to see that a new duvet, as well as a selection of dog toys. Backing out she could see a chain similar to her old one held at collar height. A food dish and water bowl had been left out for her and she quickly lowered her head and began to eat ferociously. If she was sharing with other dogs, they might want to steel her food and so she ate quickly, lifting her head occasionally to look at the other dogs. Satisfied, she licked her bowl clean and then lapped at her water dish. Only then did she raise her head and look at her smaller room.
Re-adjusting her eyes to the gloom in the smaller yard. Five other kennels were arranged around the yard and sported names like Tyson or Rover. An assortment of dog toys littered the yard and the some of the blankets had been pulled out of the kennels. It smelt heavily of dog.
Looking back to the larger yard, Honey saw that there were more than five dogs in the yard. She needed to investigate. If she was ever going to find her way out of here, she needed to see what was in the larger yard. Tentatively, she edged out. Several of the dogs had raised their heads and were now paying attention to her. Focusing what courage she had left, Honey paced forward. Some of the dogs had stood up and were now making their way towards her. Although bounding would be a better word.
Frightened, Honey stopped in her tracks as first dog, a retriever, reached her. Licking her face, he then walked around her. Honey, shuffled around to face him, but decided that this would do no good, as another dog, a German shepherd joined her. Both animals now began to sniff her, angling around to her crotch. Honey jumped as a cold, wet nose suddenly bumped against her exposed pussy. It sniffed a couple of times and then came around the front to lick her face and body, while the second dog took her sent in the same manner.
Soon, animals, perhaps as many as twenty, surrounded her as they explored their new arrival. However, eventually the dogs began to wonder off to one corner or another and Honey was left with the first two who seemed pleased to have a new friend, bounding playfully and yapping. In the end, she decided to join them and spent a vigorous afternoon playing tussle with a rope loop. Eventually, exhausted, she collapsed in the shade, joined by her new friends.
Looking around, she saw that the compound that contained her kennel was not alone and that another three similar gates dominated one entire wall of the compound. They spent a the rest of the afternoon lounging in the yard, only getting up to drink from their water bowls, or to defecate in a corner of the yard.
Finally, as the sun started to set, a familiar buzzer sounded and, as if choreographed, all of the dogs stood as one and trotted off towards their various kennels. Honey followed suite and was soon attached to the magnetic lock on her chain. This chain had more movement than the last and, unlike her other cellmates, she was annoyed to see that she was the only one secured in such a manner. She was; however, glad to see that her new friends were in the same cellblock as her. She also discovered that the golden retriever was called Sunny, while the Shepherd was called Cal. The three other occupants were Tyson, a Rotty, Rover, a Collie, and Prince, a Great Dane. All of the animals turned to the gate as it rattled across the entrance, sealing them in for the night.
Rather than sleeping in their own kennels, her two friends took pity on her and joined her. It was a tight squeeze, but proved quite warm, although Cal snored like an old boiler. Eventually, Honey fell asleep, strangely content with her new life after so much recent brutality and subjugation.
The buzzer announced that it was time to get up and Honey was instantly awake, as she had been trained to be. Extracting herself from the mound of bodies was not easy, but the other dogs were also on the move and soon, after a little jostling, Honey stood outside and sidled up to the side of the shed, latching her leash onto the hook. As soon as it connected, the lead popped open, allowing her to leave. Quickly, after lapping water from her bowl, which was fixed to the floor, honey followed the other dogs into the yard.
She spent a pleasant morning lounging around or playing chase with the dogs and then, something strange happened. A rattling noise from what she had first thought to be guttering drew her attention. Pipes stretched down from above the small yards and started to drop food and water into the bowls. Now she knew why they were fixed in place. The tubes retracted to their original place and, although all of the dogs were standing attentively looking at the food, none of them moved. Finally, the familiar feeding buzzer sounded and Honey joined in the mad rush to get to the food bowls.
This is how she now spent her days. Lazily lounging about in the sun, since it had proved to he a warm summer, having her food delivered once a day and sleeping either in the kennel, or dragging her blanket outside and snuggling up with the rest of the pack. This became more the norm as the other dogs in her pack bundled into one fury mass as the evenings became cooler. Then, something happened which changed her relationship with the dogs.
The evenings were definitely getting cooler and her pack had bundled together for the night. Honey twitched in her sleep as she dreamed. She was not Honey in her dreams, but Kim. She was standing in the forest. Sunlight spilled down onto her naked breasts as she stood waiting. She wore the leather harness that she had discovered in the stables, along with the bit, bridal and reins. Looking down she saw that she was wearing the strange pony boots that she remembered wearing in those early days. She also wore the hoof gloves and she could also make out the wooden shafts of the small cart that she had pulled. Unlike her last outing, her wrists were strapped to her forearms with thick leather straps. She also squirmed uncomfortably from something suck in her ass. Looking down, she caught sight of a long, blond horse tail sticking out of her bum
“Come on bitch, I said that I needed to race you, not watch you take in the scenery,” Jim Stars baritone voice boomed out.
“Crack.”
Kim jumped as the familiar pain from the whip leapt across her exposed buttocks and surged forward as she joined the track and started to pull. The cart was quite heavy now that it had an occupant, but she was used to working out and soon had found a comfortable stride.
As well as the tail, the other uncomfortable item was the leather strap that ran between her legs. It had been pulled tighter than she had worn for her run and rubbed against her clit, arousing her as her body moved in her rhythmic sway.
“God you’re a horny little filly aren’t you,” Jim taunted from the back.
Kim kept running as the whip cracked and her juices began to coat the leather, lubricating it and making it pull smoothly along her exposed clit.
Kim came, crying out in her sleep and waking herself up. She was horrified to see that Sunny was licking her crotch, which was sopping wet. This had caught the attention of the other dogs and soon Prince was poking his nose into her pussy, licking it and causing her body to respond.
“This couldn’t happen. This must not happen, Honey thought, backing away from the male dogs as tempers began to flair. Soon a fight had broken out amongst the animals and, after a short battle, Prince emerged as the winner.
Prince stalked towards her and she attempted to back up, but Prince was not about to let his prize get away. She was on heat and his massive erection already signalled what he thought about that. A low growl also showed that this dominant male was prepared to be firm in order to make his claim.
Honey was too frightened to move as the impossibly large animal, in all senses of the word moved behind her and picked up where he had left earlier, by licking the pussy until it, despite her denial, became wet. Without ceremony, Prince climbed onto Honeys back. She was shaking with fear, but dare not move as she felt his member probing her opening. After a few moments Prince felt he was ready and lunged forward, impaling the frightened female as his massive cock rammed it way deeply into her, eliciting a loud moan. Then, foreplay obviously over, he started to pump, ramming her pussy unmercifully. But this was not the worst of it. Something started to swell and grow at the base of his cock.
“Oh my God,” honey pleaded silently as she remembered that dogs had a not that grew inside the females, ceiling in his seed and tying the females genitals to the dog, like Siamese twins. Sure enough, the knot began to grow to painful proportions and then, suddenly, Prince came, filling her with his seed. Spent, the large dog tried to climb off of her, but she was stuck firmly and so Prince turned around, lifting his leg as he climbed off so that they were joined at the crotch, but facing in opposite directions. Prince then walked over to his bed, pulling the helpless woman with him. But she was secured to the leash and was bought up painfully short and so the two animals stood uncomfortably in this position until Princes member eventually deflated and Honey was able to pull free.
This however, was not the end of her ordeal. The fighting earlier had not been in order to establish exclusive access, but to simply ascertain the correct pecking order and, before she could protest or back away, she found another set of paws straddling her shoulders.
Soon she had mated with all of the dogs. Even her friends, Cal and Sunny took their turns with her. These were the assaults that hurt the most, since her friendship had been irrevocably damaged. After she had been mounted by all of the animals, saw and aching, she fell asleep.
The next morning, she was awakened, not by the buzzer, but by Princes tongue, which lapped at her exposed pussy. Prince had figured out that he had hit pay dirt, since this bitch was always in heat. All that she needed was a little encouragement.
Rolling over, Honey tried to avoid what she knew was coming, but a powerful set of jaws around the neck and a deep growl, soon convinced her to role over and get on all fours.
Her strange ability to be on heat was not lost on the other dogs and Honey spent the rest of the day watching the rest of the compound sort out the pecking order, before forming the canine equivalent of an orderly cue.
When she eventually fell asleep that night, Kim was too exhausted to dream about anything. However, there was no respite for her and the dogs horded their mating rights with the only bitch in the compound jealously.
Epilogue
Jim Star smiled to himself as he saw his ex wife on the monitor, servicing the compound.
“Oh this is better than I planned,” he congratulated himself. “Well, that’s the bitch taken care of. I can’t wait to introduce some of my other ex wives to the island. Perhaps its time I got the dairy running again,” he mused. “Jessica was always a right cow, perhaps she should be the next one to watch my video.”
With that, he ejected the CD, which had recorded the day’s action, replacing it with another. After all, he didn’t want to miss a minute of this.
End
Chapter 5
By
Rubberwolf
2008
Storycodes: bd, reluctant, nc, pony, beast, rp.
Honey edged out of the room that had been her prison for an eternity of degradation and pain. Blinking she edged into the light of day. After a while she saw that she was in a large, enclose, courtyard, about the same size as her room. A large metal gate, with vertical steel bars stood open at one end of the compound and she could see an even larger yard beyond. Other dogs, real dogs, were lounging about or playing in the warm sun. The gate had wheels on the bottom of it and, she assumed, would slide across the entrance in order to close it.
As she adjusted to the light she stepped further into the compound. A hissing noise behind her indicated that the door to her old room had closed and, turning around, her suspicions were confirmed. Turning around she noticed, that she was next to a small structure of some kind and, walking forward she found that a sturdy wooden kennel, with the name Honey painted in bright pink letters. Great, she had her own doghouse. Moving forward she edged her head into the kennel to see that a new duvet, as well as a selection of dog toys. Backing out she could see a chain similar to her old one held at collar height. A food dish and water bowl had been left out for her and she quickly lowered her head and began to eat ferociously. If she was sharing with other dogs, they might want to steel her food and so she ate quickly, lifting her head occasionally to look at the other dogs. Satisfied, she licked her bowl clean and then lapped at her water dish. Only then did she raise her head and look at her smaller room.
Re-adjusting her eyes to the gloom in the smaller yard. Five other kennels were arranged around the yard and sported names like Tyson or Rover. An assortment of dog toys littered the yard and the some of the blankets had been pulled out of the kennels. It smelt heavily of dog.
Looking back to the larger yard, Honey saw that there were more than five dogs in the yard. She needed to investigate. If she was ever going to find her way out of here, she needed to see what was in the larger yard. Tentatively, she edged out. Several of the dogs had raised their heads and were now paying attention to her. Focusing what courage she had left, Honey paced forward. Some of the dogs had stood up and were now making their way towards her. Although bounding would be a better word.
Frightened, Honey stopped in her tracks as first dog, a retriever, reached her. Licking her face, he then walked around her. Honey, shuffled around to face him, but decided that this would do no good, as another dog, a German shepherd joined her. Both animals now began to sniff her, angling around to her crotch. Honey jumped as a cold, wet nose suddenly bumped against her exposed pussy. It sniffed a couple of times and then came around the front to lick her face and body, while the second dog took her sent in the same manner.
Soon, animals, perhaps as many as twenty, surrounded her as they explored their new arrival. However, eventually the dogs began to wonder off to one corner or another and Honey was left with the first two who seemed pleased to have a new friend, bounding playfully and yapping. In the end, she decided to join them and spent a vigorous afternoon playing tussle with a rope loop. Eventually, exhausted, she collapsed in the shade, joined by her new friends.
Looking around, she saw that the compound that contained her kennel was not alone and that another three similar gates dominated one entire wall of the compound. They spent a the rest of the afternoon lounging in the yard, only getting up to drink from their water bowls, or to defecate in a corner of the yard.
Finally, as the sun started to set, a familiar buzzer sounded and, as if choreographed, all of the dogs stood as one and trotted off towards their various kennels. Honey followed suite and was soon attached to the magnetic lock on her chain. This chain had more movement than the last and, unlike her other cellmates, she was annoyed to see that she was the only one secured in such a manner. She was; however, glad to see that her new friends were in the same cellblock as her. She also discovered that the golden retriever was called Sunny, while the Shepherd was called Cal. The three other occupants were Tyson, a Rotty, Rover, a Collie, and Prince, a Great Dane. All of the animals turned to the gate as it rattled across the entrance, sealing them in for the night.
Rather than sleeping in their own kennels, her two friends took pity on her and joined her. It was a tight squeeze, but proved quite warm, although Cal snored like an old boiler. Eventually, Honey fell asleep, strangely content with her new life after so much recent brutality and subjugation.
The buzzer announced that it was time to get up and Honey was instantly awake, as she had been trained to be. Extracting herself from the mound of bodies was not easy, but the other dogs were also on the move and soon, after a little jostling, Honey stood outside and sidled up to the side of the shed, latching her leash onto the hook. As soon as it connected, the lead popped open, allowing her to leave. Quickly, after lapping water from her bowl, which was fixed to the floor, honey followed the other dogs into the yard.
She spent a pleasant morning lounging around or playing chase with the dogs and then, something strange happened. A rattling noise from what she had first thought to be guttering drew her attention. Pipes stretched down from above the small yards and started to drop food and water into the bowls. Now she knew why they were fixed in place. The tubes retracted to their original place and, although all of the dogs were standing attentively looking at the food, none of them moved. Finally, the familiar feeding buzzer sounded and Honey joined in the mad rush to get to the food bowls.
This is how she now spent her days. Lazily lounging about in the sun, since it had proved to he a warm summer, having her food delivered once a day and sleeping either in the kennel, or dragging her blanket outside and snuggling up with the rest of the pack. This became more the norm as the other dogs in her pack bundled into one fury mass as the evenings became cooler. Then, something happened which changed her relationship with the dogs.
The evenings were definitely getting cooler and her pack had bundled together for the night. Honey twitched in her sleep as she dreamed. She was not Honey in her dreams, but Kim. She was standing in the forest. Sunlight spilled down onto her naked breasts as she stood waiting. She wore the leather harness that she had discovered in the stables, along with the bit, bridal and reins. Looking down she saw that she was wearing the strange pony boots that she remembered wearing in those early days. She also wore the hoof gloves and she could also make out the wooden shafts of the small cart that she had pulled. Unlike her last outing, her wrists were strapped to her forearms with thick leather straps. She also squirmed uncomfortably from something suck in her ass. Looking down, she caught sight of a long, blond horse tail sticking out of her bum
“Come on bitch, I said that I needed to race you, not watch you take in the scenery,” Jim Stars baritone voice boomed out.
“Crack.”
Kim jumped as the familiar pain from the whip leapt across her exposed buttocks and surged forward as she joined the track and started to pull. The cart was quite heavy now that it had an occupant, but she was used to working out and soon had found a comfortable stride.
As well as the tail, the other uncomfortable item was the leather strap that ran between her legs. It had been pulled tighter than she had worn for her run and rubbed against her clit, arousing her as her body moved in her rhythmic sway.
“God you’re a horny little filly aren’t you,” Jim taunted from the back.
Kim kept running as the whip cracked and her juices began to coat the leather, lubricating it and making it pull smoothly along her exposed clit.
Kim came, crying out in her sleep and waking herself up. She was horrified to see that Sunny was licking her crotch, which was sopping wet. This had caught the attention of the other dogs and soon Prince was poking his nose into her pussy, licking it and causing her body to respond.
“This couldn’t happen. This must not happen, Honey thought, backing away from the male dogs as tempers began to flair. Soon a fight had broken out amongst the animals and, after a short battle, Prince emerged as the winner.
Prince stalked towards her and she attempted to back up, but Prince was not about to let his prize get away. She was on heat and his massive erection already signalled what he thought about that. A low growl also showed that this dominant male was prepared to be firm in order to make his claim.
Honey was too frightened to move as the impossibly large animal, in all senses of the word moved behind her and picked up where he had left earlier, by licking the pussy until it, despite her denial, became wet. Without ceremony, Prince climbed onto Honeys back. She was shaking with fear, but dare not move as she felt his member probing her opening. After a few moments Prince felt he was ready and lunged forward, impaling the frightened female as his massive cock rammed it way deeply into her, eliciting a loud moan. Then, foreplay obviously over, he started to pump, ramming her pussy unmercifully. But this was not the worst of it. Something started to swell and grow at the base of his cock.
“Oh my God,” honey pleaded silently as she remembered that dogs had a not that grew inside the females, ceiling in his seed and tying the females genitals to the dog, like Siamese twins. Sure enough, the knot began to grow to painful proportions and then, suddenly, Prince came, filling her with his seed. Spent, the large dog tried to climb off of her, but she was stuck firmly and so Prince turned around, lifting his leg as he climbed off so that they were joined at the crotch, but facing in opposite directions. Prince then walked over to his bed, pulling the helpless woman with him. But she was secured to the leash and was bought up painfully short and so the two animals stood uncomfortably in this position until Princes member eventually deflated and Honey was able to pull free.
This however, was not the end of her ordeal. The fighting earlier had not been in order to establish exclusive access, but to simply ascertain the correct pecking order and, before she could protest or back away, she found another set of paws straddling her shoulders.
Soon she had mated with all of the dogs. Even her friends, Cal and Sunny took their turns with her. These were the assaults that hurt the most, since her friendship had been irrevocably damaged. After she had been mounted by all of the animals, saw and aching, she fell asleep.
The next morning, she was awakened, not by the buzzer, but by Princes tongue, which lapped at her exposed pussy. Prince had figured out that he had hit pay dirt, since this bitch was always in heat. All that she needed was a little encouragement.
Rolling over, Honey tried to avoid what she knew was coming, but a powerful set of jaws around the neck and a deep growl, soon convinced her to role over and get on all fours.
Her strange ability to be on heat was not lost on the other dogs and Honey spent the rest of the day watching the rest of the compound sort out the pecking order, before forming the canine equivalent of an orderly cue.
When she eventually fell asleep that night, Kim was too exhausted to dream about anything. However, there was no respite for her and the dogs horded their mating rights with the only bitch in the compound jealously.
Epilogue
Jim Star smiled to himself as he saw his ex wife on the monitor, servicing the compound.
“Oh this is better than I planned,” he congratulated himself. “Well, that’s the bitch taken care of. I can’t wait to introduce some of my other ex wives to the island. Perhaps its time I got the dairy running again,” he mused. “Jessica was always a right cow, perhaps she should be the next one to watch my video.”
With that, he ejected the CD, which had recorded the day’s action, replacing it with another. After all, he didn’t want to miss a minute of this.
End