The King and I

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The King and I.

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"My Life Story"

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Part 1: Raising the King

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I used to be a happy child without worries, always following the rules to not get in trouble.

I was an only child and both my parents were only children and emigrated from abroad. They had both left their families behind, never trying to get back in touch.

I saved myself from all the difficult stories about that, if my parents wouldnt try to skip those subject either way.

I did know that through the years, all my grandparents passed away and contact with other, distant family members was apparently completely lost.

Nevertheless, we were a happy family. My father was very open, but protective. My mother a little strict, but inspiring. We could all get along well.

But sadly, my father died when I was twelve and later my mother tragically died as well, when I had yet to turn seventeen, at the start of my final and last year of highschool.

I wasnt legally allowed to live alone yet, so our house had to be sold, but the money it brought up and the rest of my inheritance was save at a bank account.

So consequently, after my mother died, I had to be taken in by a foster family. And they never had much money, and didn't seem to really care for me much.

Neither did I really feel any connection between us and I could not be bothered with trying to get a close relationship with them.

I was a rather introvert, saving my emotions for myself. I might have looked strong, but really I wasnt.

I was really attached to my parents and I had no family outside of the household I now had to learn to live without...

These days were truly rough on me. Even though I didnt really show it, emotionally I was having a really hard time.

This meant that I wouldnt graduate. But I was sure I would try to come back in the future to finish school, when I would be able to focus on things like that.

So, after failing this horrible schoolyear, I decided that a simple job would do me good and I started working, until I would sign in for the next schoolyear.

At least I had to learn to take care of myself at some level. But I needed a break from the stress and pressures for a while.

My foster family wasnt really comforting and caring, or maybe I wouldnt let them be, I dont know.

But they didnt have to take me in for long anyway, as I was sure I would choose to live on my own after I would turn 18.

My foster family wasn't rich neither, so they werent complaining about me dropping out of school, agreeing on the conviction that a break would do me good.

And they were probably more than happy that I was a bit self-sustainable, for the last few months under their care, until I would turn 18.

In contrast to their unconcern, they were very strict and pretty demanding. And they wouldn't allow me to be outside of the house too much, if it wasnt for school.

They probably didnt really like me but didnt want to get in trouble with any child protection services.

Well, all the chores they made me do and their "talks" did get my head out of the pillow and focus on the here and now. So I guess in a way, they were dragging me through my losses.

But I usally wasnt allowed to invite my friends over, certainly no boyfriends, only sometimes they would let me stay at a friends house, without beeing too difficult about their strict "curfew" hours.

This meant outside of school, and later work, I was left without many friends, and I would rather stay at home practicing some acrobatics in the garden.

Which I have been starting to get passionate about, ever since I had the chance to perform during a few acrobatics shows in town, a few years ago.

These shows were amazing! And the audience seemed to love me, which really gave my confidence a little boost.

But sadly, my quirky and indifferent foster parent wouldn't really support me in following my dreams during the brief time they took me in.

Even though I still loved acrobatics, after my mom died, I stopped atending my acrobatics classes for a while.

Unfortunatly, my foster parents thought that meant I had to quit the acrobatics classes I took altogether.

Along with the hard times I had, losing my parents and not graduating, I couldnt really focus during them anyway, neither on the future in general.

But by the time the inheritance of my parents was legally mine to control, after I turned 18, I recieved enough money to buy myself a small house without a mortgage.

It was located outside of town, a few miles into a forrest. It was a small, older house. But it was very cute and it was at the end of a long and narrow dead-end gravel path.

The closest house's driveway and my driveway, were actually at least separated by a few hundred yards at the main road.

There lived an elderly man, who would actually spent most of his time in the nursing home.

So all of this meant it would be a very peaceful and relaxing place without having to worry about any pressures in general.

It even had its own gated driveway with a hedge in front of the garden, which gave it a lot of privacy.

Above that, it also had a decent sized backyard with a high wooden fence and lots of tall trees around the house, giving the property even more seclusion and possibilities.

Plus, right behind the fence of my backyard, was a little stream of water. Which really made the place quite aesthetic.

And on top of it all, it had a little attic to store my belongings and keepsakes of my parents and childhood.

It was a bit far from the little town, where my job and the few friends I had were located, but even though it was pretty old, this house was really cute and all I could afford to buy.

For now I would keep working full time as a cashier in a shop. It was very straightforward and easy, though it didn't make much money at all. Anyway, enough to pay my bills.

I didnt earn enough money for anything, really. But luckily the house was all paid for, so all my bills were very managable.

At least I had a place for my own, away from my foster parents and I could start to focus on the future. Trying to get myself in shape and attent school again.

If possible, I would save some money for later, to start an acrobatics school on my own.

Hi, my name is Nary Lasota.

I am a petite, very short girl of Polish and Cambodian descent, with dark brown hair, comming close to 4 feet 8 inches in height. Having a tiny, small-boned figure and weighted only 88 pounds.

People would always say I am too skinny, but I couldnt really help it or gain weight. It were just the genetics I was born with. Yes, I was little.

But even so, I have always loved acrobatics and that gave me a nice round butt, fit body and pointy B-cup breasts, so I am pretty happy with the way I look!

Even though my looks werent off at all, my very fragile and small stature did make me feel quite insecure, giving me trouble to stand up for myself, so I was a rather shy and humble girl.

Although, I learned that my smile would save me from disaster more than ones. I guess that I was lucky to be born with the smile and big cute eyes my Cambodian mother had.

Not that my father was an unattractive man, I must have gotten my distinctive charming greyish blue eyes, lighter hair color, narrow chin and high cheekbones from my father.

But because you could very well tell I had Cambodian roots, my mother was the one that gave me the looks I guess...

So even though I was a total walkover, I was lucky that I had my looks to put into good use when needed.

As I was a shy girl, I would never really put myself out on display though. I would always feel rather uncomfortable showing too much of myself, or getting into the picture.

Not that I would hate the attention, I just couldnt handle it well I guess. I would always be a little nervous and anxious to do so I guess.

As a solution, I would usally dress a little baggy, making me look a bit bigger and all. I would even put on sports shoes, with a thick sole and a big cap or beany on my head to make me look a bit taller.

Anyway, now it was time to live on my own and gain a little confidence. I was sure I was going to manage it!

However, the small house I bought with my parents money was very isolated and it was still quite scary to live alone as a young 18 year old girl.

So, I believed that getting a guard dog would be the best thing to make myself feel safe.

I would feel much safer if I had a big dog in the house watching over me.

Surprisingly, but maybe accordingly, I got this flyer in my mailbox guiding me exactly to the right place. An animal shelter that recently established itself in our little town.

I've never had a dog of my own, but I loved dogs and a dog seemed like a great companion. As I was spending most of my time alone at home.

So I went to the local animal shelter and there I saw my future sweet dog. It was a big cute puppy.

He was only 10 months old, not fully grown yet, but it was a big male dog. And wow, I mean, really big! He must have weighted 100 pounds. I was pretty sure he was actually bigger than me!

But that didnt worry me, he seemed so very gentle and affectionate with his big eyes. And he was still a little wobbly on his feet, yet constantly trying to follow after me.

He appeared to be pretty submissive and all, so it felt like he was really charmed by me as well.

I was sure I would be able to tame this big cute puppy. I am sure all I had to do is love him.

The people at the shelter called him King and said that he had been rescued from a lab where they were going to do some unethical experiments on him.

I thought that was absolutely horrible and I had to adopt him immediately. The people at the shelter said they thought he was half pitbull and half mastiff.

And that I would have to keep in mind that he is still growing and might be a little tricky to handle. As both Pitbulls and Mastiffs are pretty bossy dogs.

But he was already all over me and very affectionate to me, surely because he was really happy to get my attention and love.

So as cuddly as he was, he really convinced me that we could be a good team. He had the softest fur that I had ever felt on a dog.

It was dark gray and very short, but it felt almost silky. So I couldn't wait to cuddle him all day long. The way I saw it, we would be a perfect combination.

A gentle giant watching over me who I would give all the care, attention and love he wanted!

Besides, as I saw his balls, which looked like two large brownish oranges hanging down below him, I figured he wasn't neutered yet and I certainly didn't have the heart to do that to him.

As far as I am concerned, he needed those balls to be a good guard dog, so no way I was going to let him get neutered.

I think he definitely deserved to keep them!

So I decided to adopt King and bring him home. He immediately made himself comfortable in his new home.

He slept inside and since my house had a spare room on the ground floor, I simply converted it into a dog room for him.

Maybe King was still only a puppy, but I immediately felt safer with King around.

As I knew King wasn't fully grown yet but to my surprise, he kept on growing pretty quickly.

After a week, I started to notice that his paws were like twice the size of my own hands.

He also started to become taller and when he stretched his head, his snout could almost reach my chin, so he started licking my face any chance he got when I would bend over even the slightest bit.

I guess he was happy about it, growing up so fast, but I was a little doubtful about it, not really sure where this was going...

I also couldnt help but notice King was seriously packed and that his balls were getting huge! They were almost the size of large baseballs. But I thought that was a good trait for a guard dog.

As King grew, he was quickly starting to get a bit dominant at times. Claiming the house for his own.

He didn't like doors, especially closed ones. He wanted to be able to move around the house freely.

So he would simply break through the doors of the house, by roughly pushing and jumping against them. Eventually I just removed most interior door in the house,

although King had already managed to break most of them down. I didn't really need the doors, I was alone anyway.

Plus, it seemed best if King had free run of the house.

I tried to take King out for a walk, but I figured he was already uncontrollable, so I actually never left the frontyard with him, realizing it would be a bad idea.

So, I installed an extra large doggy door on the back door so he could go outside into the large fenced yard whenever he wanted and do his business there.

Sure, burglars could easily get through the doggy door, but they would have to deal with King, which I figured would just have to stay inside.

Yes, cleaning up the big backyard and flushing his business down the toilet will be a bit demanding, but I always felt safe when he was around. It was definitely all worth it.

The biggest problem was his appetite. He ate a lot and he didn't like the standard kibbles for dogs I tried to feed him at all.

And if he didn't like what I fed him, he would often grab the food I made for myself away from me.

He could even get into the pantry and cabinets if he tried, helping himself out to eat what suited him most.

He could also open the refrigerator door. Even when I was looking and trying to drag his big head out of the fridge,

he wouldnt take any notice of my commands and eat anything in the fridge that he liked.

My very poor attempts to show some strenght were completely useless against King, who started to become very strong and muscular.

So there were more than a few meals that I started to miss because King managed to snatch and eat them instead.

Some days the fridge would be completely emptied so I had nothing to prepare, a sandwich at most.

But what he really preferred, where the thick chunky steaks I bought him.

Following an advice given by the people at the animal shelter. They told me about a butcher that had the best quality meat for King at a fairly low price.

I would always buy a few big bags of those steaks for King, trying to get enough supplies of meat to feed it to him for a week.

But usally we went through them in just a few days, because when King didnt get his steaks, it practically meant I was going to have to hand over my own food to him.

When it came to food, he decided when and who would get any and he wouldnt listen to my demands at all. He was just so big that he always got his way and ate what he wanted.

It was pretty annoying, but it was my job to take care of him and keep him happy and fed. His job was to keep me safe.

Eventually, after 2 months, I ended up losing about 10 pounds because of the meals King made me miss. But I learned my lessons and even though it was expensive,

I did my best to always have enough of those steaks for King. It did really cut into my budget, but I was convinced it was worth it.

I didn't really have a social life, I was quite self-oriented, so it wasn't hard for me to just spend less money on things like clothes.

At this time he must have already weighted twice as much as me, so I had no actual control over King anymore. He did whatever he wanted in the house and ate whatever he wanted to eat.

I am just thankful that he was housebroken. But personal space wasnt something King was familiar with and although he never intended to hurt me, he could get really pushy and rough sometimes.

He grew big so fast that King would now just poke his head against my ribs to shove me aside forcefully.

I also think I lost about two pieces of clothing a week that he would tear or chew up when he wanted to play with me.

I had to start changing clothes at work to keep my work uniform alive. And I was basically the only one to do so, as there wasnt really a changing room.

I would store my uniform in my metal lunchbox like a weirdo, but it prevented King from getting to those clothes. I felt so rather freakish and ashamed doing so.

Also too tired after my day of work to find myself a proper answer explaining myself, if anyone would ask.

But King was still very energetic and as big as he was, would jump all over the place when I got home if he was in a playful mood. Which was practically half of the time.

And as my clothes were usally really baggy, he would start to tug on them while we were playing.

Sometimes he would tug on my sweater, t-shirt or pants and I would end up in my bra or underwear, when he would try to chew on them and rip them off me.

I tried to correct him, but he was way too big and to him it must have looked like I was playing along with him.

So I often just sat down and took it. Trying to get a grib to not be slinged around too much and let him rip my clothes off my body. Thinking: There goes another sweater!

Then I just gave up the clothing and trew it away for King to fetch and retrieve. Well, at least King was having fun and I could always buy new clothes.

At first I tried to save a few pieces of clothing by undressing as soon as I got home, undressing at the front door, before entering the house in my underwear.

But King would then just give me these weird silly faces, making me feel so dumb. I suppose my weird behavior might even have initiated King more to see it as his play time.

Because King would then grab the clothes of the porch or out of my hands to throt off with them and mock me.

No matter what I would try, my clothes would not remain in one piece. It really was a game to him and I thought that it is just what young dogs do. But I couldnt say I was really into his game.

But after whatever game he thought he was playing, which ofcourse he always won, he would start licking my belly, legs or face until I was completely covered in his saliva.

Making me smell like his chewtoy for the rest of the day. Maybe I deserved that, I thought to myself, for being a bad loser, I joked to myself.

He was just too silly and sweet so I just petted his big head when he would play with me and I would have to let him lick me as long as he wanted. It wasnt a game I could escape anyhow.

As King got bigger, he became much stronger and more dominant, but as long as he kept giving me this feeling of total security, I was totally fine with that.

At any time of the day, he made the rules.

Both our bedrooms where on the first floor, next to the living room, so King was able to jump into my bed at any time he felt right.

But this also meant he would decide what time I got up by storming into my room and barking loudly.

He would start pulling blankets or tear the pillows apart immediatly. He was hardly giving me time to let out a yawn and wouldnt take no for an answer.

If I didnt get on my feet right away, he would pull me by my arms, legs or hair until I was dragged out of bed. I had to feed King right away or he would eat all the food in the fridge.

I dont know how much a dog his size should be eating, but every morning I opened up 4 packs of steak, which he could almost swallow whole.

I always thought those steaks were going to keep him busy for a while, but I hardly had time to do anything without him stalking me.

He would always follow me upstairs to watch me take a bath and stand in the bathroom while I showered. Even though he had his own room, he decided to sleep in my bed whenever he wanted.

By the time he was still only about 13 months old, my bed was pretty much too small for both of us, so I often ended up sleeping on the couch in the living room.

He was far too big to do anything about it. If I tried to sleep in my bed when he didn't want me to, he would simply push me out with his snout.

But no, taking the blanket with me was not allowed. My bed was his and he wouldnt share any of it.

I got the impression that he didn't want me to sleep on the couch neither, because he ended up tearing up all the couch pillows.

Since I had nowhere else to sleep, I ended up sleeping in his oversized dog bed, since he wasn't using it anymore.

But I dragged it into my bedroom and layed it down at the foot of the bed. Ultimately I decided to sleep there permanently, but I wasn't going to let King kick me out of my own bedroom.

I had no real social life. The few friends I had either left town, or went on to focus on their own lifes.

So I lost contact with all my school friends, and so my life outside of the house consisted mainly of work and grocery shopping.

I wasnt really the talker at work, or actually any place. I guess I was more a good listener, but this meant I wouldnt get many invites or get dragged into any social activities.

Surely I could try to get back into acrobatics for a bit, but the acrobatics team moved to the city, so it was a lot harder for me to attent. All I had for transportation was my bike.

I didnt need a car to get to work or anything. For an occasional visit to the city, I would just go by bus.

I also thought about getting into gymnastics or dance as an alternative, but I was a bit shy about it and practically, the class-hours didnt really fit into my work scedule anyway.

Above that, it would mean I would have to leave King alone. And King really didn't like me being gone for too long and he would let me know when I got home.

It almost felt like he was punishing me for being away for too long, although I'm sure he was just being very protective of me. I'm sure he cherished my companionship as well.

Each time I would get home a little too late, he would just wait for me to start undressing. There wouldnt be any playing around. He would just sit and silently stare at me.

I actually hated the silence and his angry face. I dont know how King managed to get that look, but it had written his offended feelings all over it.

Once I was in my bra and panties, he would push me over and then get on top of me.

But he would turn and lie backwards, so that his two huge balls were always right in my face. He was just too big for me to move.

His huge body could easily hold me down. I just had to lie there with his balls in my face until he felt like getting up.

I found that if I kissed his balls gently over and over again, he usually got up sooner. Maybe King demanded an apology or something.

I thought that his behavior was kind of weird, but I still really loved his companionship, making me feel safe in this isolated place, and that was more than enough for me.

He will probably grow up and better his behavior as he gets older anyway, and I really didnt like punishing a young dog for his playfulness.

King being so big just had its advantages and disadvantages...

A few weeks later, when I got home a little late again, he waited for me to undress, as usual. As I had learned to undress and go around the house naked to try and save some clothing from King.

I tried to apologize for being late and tried to be as sorry as I could be, but King didnt want any of it.

Even though King was starting to get a bit scary as his growls got louder and deeper, I have actually gotten used to his rituals by now.

I already knew what was comming so I wouldnt really resist anymore and just lay myself down beneath him.

I would then wait for him to drop his body down onto mine and get my face squashed when he plunged his massive balls onto me.

Then I would start kissing his balls, and wetting them with my tongue. Trying to ignore the repulsive smell and taste of Kings greasy, hairy balls.

I knew it was wrong to do so, because I assumed rubbing against his big nasty genitals was kind of a sexual thing. So I did feel rather disgusted about myself doing so.

But it was especially just a filthy and really unpleasant thing to do. Even though I kind of gotten used to it, it didnt really help convincing me that I was taking care of King the right way.

Besides, I was always yelping out in desperation and submission.

"King please" and "I am sorry" where words that were repeatedly heard by King. I had to make sure King knew that I was sorry about being late and not being there for him.

I wanted to be sorry, I loved his company. Im pretty sure I could have given more as I felt bad for King not getting the attention he apparently needed.

Anyway, King was way too strong and dominant, so there wasnt really an alternative way of dealing with this. So, appearantly I had to take my punishment like the little brat girl King thought that I was.

Above that, King would never really lay motionless and hold still, he would always twitch and rub his balls around in my face to comfort them or something. Really making the whole situation even more nasty.

So unluckily, I had to occasionally move my head from side to side to not get my mouth covered with his hairy balls, what would prevent me from breathing.

But thats where I really started to realize this was getting pretty wrong and all, when I started to feel a little moist on my neck and chest when I would move my head around a little too much.

Not that I was actually able to resist his punishments, but I was pretty sure King was getting a little bit to excited about it. Because my guess was that it must have been King's pre-cum.

King must be getting close to maturity and getting certain desires. But I didnt really want to know any of it so I would just wash it off afterwards and focus on something else.

And as shy and insecure as I was, this all made me just doubt myself a little, but I tried to forget about it and focus on the better things.

So, as I was getting ready for my punishment, I trew my pants in the laundry basket and I watched King rush his way to me and violently push me to the floor.

But this time he pushed me down making me fall against the boxspring, with my head hitting the side, sliding down on it.

King sat down on my stomach, and used his big paws to pin my chest and arms down. Unsure what he was up to, I started to get pretty nervous.

But well, at least his balls were on my stomach instead of my face. He just looked down at me, growling and showing his teeth, then starting to lick my face with his thick and long 10-inch tongue.

I closed my eyes and mouth to not get his drool in them.

Then I felt something on my stomach. I opened my eyes to look down and see his huge dog cock starting to poke out of his thick shaft, which was about 2 inches wide.

His big dog cock rapidly slid out of his shaft. It was getting about 7 inches thick and it was getting longer and longer, sliding over my stomach and chest.

It started to poke my chin, but it kept growing. When it reached my lips, which I held tightly closed, it must have been at least 10 inches long.

Then the clear, sticky pre-cum that would normally cover my chest, oozed from the tip, which within seconds covered my lips and trickled down my chin.

I turned my head to the side, to keep it from covering my mouth, but a powerful and deep intimidating growl from King made me nervously look up into his eyes again.

I was so completely shocked by the situation and the aggression King displayed that I froze. I didnt know what I could do, or if doing anything would upset King even more.

But more sticky pre-cum drooled from his cock, coating my mouth and nose and it starting to trickle into my nose.

So I had to open my lips to breathe, but as soon as I did, pre-cum dripped into my mouth.

It was slippery and warm, a little sweet and just a tiny bit salty. And I was actually surprised that it didn't taste bad at all.

It was actually tasting really good. It was like my tongue was pampered with sugar, so within seconds, I instinctively starting to suck on the tip of Kings Cock, trying to suck more cum out of it.

It was flowing over my teeth and into my mouth, coating my tongue. I swirled it around in my mouth, twirling my toungue, trying to get a good taste of it before swallowing the cum.

But King came a lot and it poured out fast! So I kept having to swallow it to keep it from collecting inside my mouth.

Bit by bit I got over the shock and lost my nervousness to start to enjoy the taste of King's precum to embrace it and drink it to satiate my hunger.

Since I hadnt eaten any decent lunch today, my stomach was growling the whole day, so my hungry body was instinctively welcoming the nutrition.

After a good few gulps of cum I started to get back to senses and realize what I was doing. For god's sake! How in the world did I get myself into this situation? And how could I enjoy it?

I stopped sucking on the tip of the cock, that was burried pretty deep in my throat, but King immediatly noticed this and pushed his cock even deeper into the back of my throat.

I writhed and struggled, trying to get his cock out of my mouth, but King had a firm grip on me. I couldn't move at all.

King gave out a loud, menacing bark as well that scared me again and made me remember that I was the one getting home too late, again. Yugh, I guess I failed on him again and I am that brat girl again.

So I continued to embrace his thick cock in my mouth. Sucking on it and swallowing his pre-cum.

This went on for half an hour and by then his cock was so thick that the muscles in my mouth started to get tired.

I was barely able to hold my mouth open wide enough to make it fit, as King's cock started to grow so big it almost started to dislocate my jaws.

But right when I thought I couldnt take more of it, Kings cock started to spasm and pulsate strongly, making my head bounce up and down.

Also King's cum started to get a lot thicker and taste more salty, so I was finally expecting an end to this punishment.

I think King must finally be getting an orgasm or something, as with every throb of his cock, a big jet of thick cum filled up my mouth.

Suggesting that swallowing the enless streams of cum will soon come to an end.

The shape and size Kings cock obtained, did actually not go unnoticed, but I tried my best to ignore and forget the view I had. I really feared the sight of it, so I tried to make it slip my mind.

So anyway, after a few big gulps of his thick salty cum, King finally got up and rushed off on his way to the kitchen.

I was also finally able to get up. But, Ooff. That wasnt easy, as King had been sitting on me, crushing my little body for half an hour.

Besides, his enormous cock must have weighted 10 pounds, which had been laying on my chest, pushing down on my little boobs the whole time, so my ribs were all sore from heavy breathing.

And since I hadn't eaten and skipped a decent lunch today I also made my way to the kitchen because my stomach was growling and I have been feeling weak for hours.

As I was stumbling after King, with my chin and neck covered in my drool and Kings precum, I sucked up all the leftovers of Kings cum still left in my cheeks.

When I got into the kitchen, King had already opened up the fridge to get out the steaks, holding a pack in his jaws, giving out loud growls. Pushing me towards the microwave with his snout.

Yugh, as if I wasnt punished enough, King had to be rough about it. Im sure he needed nutrition after so much excitement, but so did I. I havent had any decent food in 10 hours.

So, after feeding King his steaks, I also looked for something to eat, but realized I wasn't hungry at all anymore, my stomach felt full.

All that cum I had to swallow as King was punishing his little brat girl, must have filled up my belly. I blushed with embarrassment. I had just been forced to eat a meal of cum from my dog's cock.

My mind just trying to ignore it again. I am sure I will not have to do that again if I would just get home on time.

I looked at King, with a part of his cock still out of his shaft, dangling below him. Still spurting jets of doggy cum all over the floor.

Clearly, King was far from really done, as he went through all the corners of the kitchen.

Jizzing all over the floor and furniture. Tired and worn off, I grabbed a towel, and walked after King, to clean up the mess.

Untill King push me over while cleaning his cum off almost everything and gave my ass a big lap with his drooling tongue, making me stumble forwards.

I looked back a little angered but King gave me this look to scram off. Wow wow, what was that?

Luckily I was still wearing my underwear, so it didnt shock me that much, but I thought King was getting really offensive with his behavior. Did I have any voice in it at all?

I wasnt the only one crossing some lines now! "No!" I tried to throw at King with a little intensity. But I was too tired to make it sound even a little serious, so King kept on looking at me to scram off.

I decided to get out of my soaked underwear, get naked and just clean myself up a little and wash my mouth.

Finally, I crawled naked and exausted into my doggy ​​bed at the foot of King's bed, which used to be mine, to quickly fall asleep.

Part 2: The King and his servant

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King must have really enjoyed getting sucked off like that, satisfying his rising sex drive.

Because after that, King decided to feed me his cum almost every night, and I would have to suck him off until he spurted his slimy cum into my throat.

So, to save money, I often ended up not paying for dinner, as I knew I would likely end up with a full belly anyway.

And soon, pretty much half of my daily food was being forcefully fed to me and came from my dog's balls, as King quickly became a lot more sexually active and jumped onto me whenever he was in the mood.

Besides, if I tried to get something from the kitchen at home, King would mostly just take it away from me anyway.

Sometimes I would grab a bite from the restaurant at work, just to keep it a little bit varied.

But that was rare, because I knew King would end up filling me up and his cum was tasting really good.

But when I did snack a little after work, King would smell it and would still lay on me, but then stay on top of me,

squeezing my little body, until I had no choice but to fall asleep under him without getting a decent meal.

King started to become a really horny and lustful dog, walking around with his cock sticking out of his shaft, numerous times throughout the day.

And yeah, the people at the animal shelter where right, his hormones must have made him really dominant and King was going all out on me, pleasing his urges.

I was in a way happy that King associated me with his good feelings, but it wasnt really a pleasant experience for me to get his cock forced down my throat,

as King also started to hump at my face while trying to pump his doggy cum down my throat. Which made the whole thing pretty demanding and time consuming.

Well, the longer it took, the more I got to swallow or lick up his precum. But the longer it took to get it down my throat properly, the more frantic King became, while humping my face.

Which would lead to a big sticky mess all over my face and getting my face banged up and bruised a little.

On days I didn't work, King would force his cock down my throat 2 or 3 times a day. So I got used to it pretty quickly, making me more capable of handling his cock with my mouth...

And I saved myself a lot of money by not having to go grocery shopping as much.

After a few weeks, I decided not to buy any dinners for myself anymore. And thus, I started waiting for King to get my dinner.

At this time, he didn't have to pin me down or force himself onto me anymore. I would actually come to him and crouch down below him to try and get my mouth wrapped around his cock, while clinging on him.

Sometimes he would walk away from me when I wanted to be fed, so I would have to follow him around. Some days it even came to a little begging, letting me whine out my bitching "King please, I'm hungry!

Having to wait until King would hear my belly growl for a while before getting a late dinner.

And as King also got more familiar with his new desires, after a few weeks he also started feeding me in the morning, forcing me to the floor when I tried to go out for work.

Demanding a proper blowjob before he would let me head off to work.

So now I was also forced to get my breakfast from King's dick. This meant I did have to wake up earlier, to not get late for work.

As it was pretty time consuming to give King a good blowjob and make him orgasm and get a decent breakfast. Maybe he thought he was taking good care of me, I don't know.

But well, his cum was really tasty and always gave me a full belly. Besides, I dont think anyone is going to learn about this little thing going on here anyway.

Getting a good load of King's cum as my breakfast even meant I could go to work with a full stomach sloshing with his cum, and get through the day only getting some snacks from the restaurant at work.

So at the moment it really saved a lot of money, really good for my savings, but I assumed that eventually I would want to eat normal dinners again. Though, I couldn't really protest or do much about it.

I guess that I will soon have to come up with some ways to show King who is the boss.

But for now he is just too big and strong and getting rid of my cuddly companion already didn't seem appropriate to me, despite his demanding behavior.

Besides, I ended up getting used to his tastes and smell anyway. And I was actually really happy to have his company during these days.

Sure, King forced his nasty habits onto me and I had to take it all, but that actually didnt mean I really disliked him. We were also very affectionate, cuddling eachother throughout the day.

And I wasnt really over the dissapointments of my last schoolyear and my mother was still fresh in my memories. So I cherished him for keeping me company, save and giving me a stable home.

I would still stroke his soft fur all day long, reminding myself of the horrible things they might have done to him at that lab. He deserved a better future, and I would try to give him just that.

It hasn't even been a half year since I've gotten King, but my life has changed so much.

King made me almost dependent on him. While apart from saving money, I mainly worked to provide him with food and shelter.

When I am at home, I was basically unable to wear any clothes, as he teared every piece of clothing to shreds, even ripping them off my body.

So I had to change into my work uniform outside, at the front door. The only door he wasnt able to break.

Luckily, my house was at the end of a long gravelpath, barely visible from the main road. And the hedges in the front yard made it very unlikely someone would see me naked.

So I didnt change at my work anymore, because practically, I hardly had anything to change into anymore.

And at home, the moment he would see me trying to put on anything, King would grab it off me and chew it to pieces.

I couldnt even put on underwear. King would literally not even allow me to put on any socks! Lately, he would ramble around the house, looking for any piece of clothing that he could tear up.

So, I lost most of my pants, jackets, tops, dresses, underwear and even socks. I figured I would use them as cleaning wipes, to clean up after King, if he would have spurted his cum all over the place.

So I had to go to work with nothing under the thin fabric of my tight cotton blouse and stretchy dress pants, which I still kept save in my little metal lunchbox.

I didnt dare to open that lunchbox inside the house! I couldnt risk King grabbing my work clothes. Losing that set of clothes would become a pretty serious problem.

Everyone at work, who would notice my lack of undies must have thought that I was finally trying to get a little flirtious, but in reality I was just subjected to my dog's playful dominance.

And King's actions would actually pretty much determine how I would present and carry myself through the days.

Above that, King made me really busy cleaning the house after him, removing his hairs, drool, mobbing the floor and cleaning up the dirt he brought inside from the backyard.

I also constantly had to place back whatever he knocked over while running through the house. And to keep the backyard clean, I cleaned up his massive, solid turds.

I suppose these were so big because he ate so much of those thick steaks. I picked these thick feces up with a little shovel and dropped them in the toilet to flush them away.

It may sound silly, but King's big turds were actually a little heavy for me to lift up and carry all the way to the toilet.

Not that it was too much for me or something, but they were just nasty and smelly, so it wasnt really a task I fancied.

Moreover, I have no privacy from him and he gets angry if I am not in the same room as him. Barking frantically and demanding. His loud and deep barks surely got the attention!

I was only able to hide in the toilet occasionally, if I was able to sneak inside without him blocking the door. But although it was a pretty solid door, now even the door to the toilet had to give in.

He really desired to have me in sight, right next to him! Not giving me any personal space anymore, as he was all over me practically the whole day.

So I cuddled him all day, and when I got hungry and ask him to feed me, I would try to lick his cock and balls with my tongue, but King would decided when I was allowed to do so and get my nutrition.

His actions and habits are really getting out of hand and no matter what I would try, it does not change, it even gets worse.

He is probably sensing my lack of convidence and the stress I am still having. He must have believed to be the one that needed to show dominance.

So it is probably all my own fault, I should have been stricter and stronger from the start. To prevend him getting this dominant.

But I am just not good at being strict or mean. I am just a very silent, caring and obedient person.

King is just a silly young dog who does what nature tells him to do. He probably does not know that he is being difficult.

So with King in the house I was often busy with him all day and with his behavior I certainly could not invite anyone.

Meaning, even if my careful and picky self would finally think about dating, I would think twice about it, and for that reason I never really experienced actual sex.

The only things I ever used to get off were my fingers and small improvised objects that were in reach. But when I moved into this house, I did buy myself a vibrator, which was a new experience to me.

It was the first thing that made me actually orgasm. So it really made me explore new ways to deal with my desires and gave me a good way to blow off steam.

Even though it was really hard to find time alone these last few months and since King was very clearly hitting puberty, I was starting to get a little mindful about masturbating while King was watching.

And since King was constantly keeping me in sight and demanded me to stay close to him, masturbating was getting quite rare.

Unfortunately, King had recently even found and chewed up the only vibrator I had.

So I started to impulsively touch myself throughout the day, mostly while sucking on his cock.

Well, I figured that if King was accepting to get sexual pleasures while with me, I might just start having some joy myself, while I was sucking him off.

Though King was apparently annoyed by this and would roughly push his cock deeper into my throat, making me choke on it.

So without truly having a way to lower my sexual desires, I guess I was starting to crave for the real thing, badly.

So I suspected it would happen someday... And I think King knew he had caught me at the right moment.

I was mostly naked throughout the day, but King never really seemed to be interested in me other than having me suck him off. Maybe he just didnt know how mating should actually be done.

Though, I might have accidentially provoked him by leaning over the ottoman a little, sticking my ass up in the air, right in front of him...

Either way, that day I was cleaning the livingroom naked, tumbling and manoeuvring through the room, practicing a little acrobatics while at it.

So I was bending and posing in all kind of weird ways to get to every corner of the room, probably presenting my butt a little seductive here and there.

King, while I was standing in front of the ottoman, was walking behind me, and decided to get close behind me and simply push me down with his snout, pushing me down onto the ottoman.

Then he plunged himself down on my back, crushing my tiny body without any chance of escape. Squeezing the air out of my lungs as he crashed down onto me.

Then I immediately felt the tip of his wet cock, still mainly in his shaft, slipping between my legs.

The next second he started thrusting with his cock, trying to find my tiny pussy. His slippery tip poking between my legs. Luckily, as I have seen it getting pretty big, it actually didnt feel that big.

As I have gotten a full view of it, held it and sucked it, I imagined it to be very harmful to get it inside of me.

I wouldnt be ready for a thing with that kind of size. All I ever got to feel inside of me, was my little vibrator.

But it surprisingly didnt feel that distressing. While he was spurting precum, coating my legs, I tried to move my arm and cover my pussy with my hand, just to be sure.

But his front paws blocked my arms from moving my hand and I could barily wiggle my body an inch.

I was so tightly pushed down onto the ottoman that I had a very hard time wiggling my ass away from his cock.

The fact that my butt and pussy were so very small might have been a good thing, I dont know. But it seemed like King was not going to get it right, as he was aiming way too low. Silly dog.

So luckily, I was quite sure it wasnt going to happen today. But I had to be more aware of this new funny idea of a game King had come up with.

He might have gotten a high sex drive lately, and I might have smelled like a bitch in heat more than ever, but I surely wasn't the kind of bitch he should be mating with.

I couldnt let him get at me like that! I am not a dog!

Even though King didnt give up easily, he was having a hard time finding it, drenching my legs and holes with precum while squirting all over my butt and the ottoman.

"No King, I am not going to let you do that" I muttered out, hardly able to breathe.

I started to chuckle a little bit, and thought that he should better just stop, because all that he was hitting were my legs and the fabric of the ottoman.

Wasn't he hurting himself by just poking around like that? Even though I was feeling a little lustful today, I really wasnt charmed by the idea of letting King get a piece of me.

And I expected King to give up his reckless attempts soon.

But my hopes of King giving up didnt last long. As King was thrusting really fast, he didnt really need more than 15 seconds to find the spot, after he raised up his body.

As soon as King felt the tip of his cock sliding between my tight pussy lips, he knew he found the spot and didnt give me any more time to get ready and breathe before the violent, devastating hammering.

Shocked, I gave out a loud scream and started yelping uncontrollably as his huge cock found my virgin pussy and stretched it open as he forcefully crammed his cock inside.

Right away, he was humping me frantically, and only now his cock started swelling really fast and started to feel so thick that it felt like my body was getting ripped open.

His cock went deeper and deeper fast and was already pressing against my cervix after a few thrusts, growing so fast it felt like it was bursting inside of me, fracturing every bone and muscle near it.

I thought about trying to move and escape, but I was pretty much in a shock, tensing all my muscles, panicking about the alarming size of King's cock.

Plus, an aggressive growl and a vicious snap to my face made me freeze in place.

King wanted more and he kept pushing and hammering. He needed to feel his cock completely forced inside of me.

My little body was getting an intense beating. King was so big and strong that his pounding made the ottoman get pushed through the living room, until it hit the couch.

I yelped and moaned, gasped for air as my tight, slender body was penetrated by this enormous cock. Desperatly trying to adjust to its size, and trying to squeeze it out.

But the cock was way too big and King was powerfully trusting it inside of me, too fast and too deep.

My body didnt have any time to adjust to the size of the cock, growing bigger and bigger every second and without any effort grew big enough to push my cervix open.

I screamed out loud, hearing my body growl and pop as his cock slammed into my womb, squealing until I was out of breath.

Finally, with one last thrust, he was all the way inside me, and his big knot started was burrowed inside my stretched cunthole.

I gasped and panted, starting to feel dizzy, but held on tight to the ottoman as King kept on pounding his huge cock back and forth.

Beating against my poor, stretched pussy until I could hardly feel it anymore.

I never imagined my first time would be so physically demanding. I was so stretched out that I started leaking quite a lot of blood, but I endured it the best I could.

Finally, after a minute or so, he orgasmed and flooded my womb with his cum. Unfortunately for me, this is when it got even worse.

Even though I already couldnt cope with the size of his cock and really couldnt handle any more, as my body was stretched to its limits, his knot started to swell even bigger rapidly.

Really smushing my pussy and intestines, making it feel like they were burning severely and it felt like I got squashed to pulp.

I couldnt have ever imagened that fucking a dog would be this intense. But even though it hurted like hell, it was still in a way immensely stimulating.

Then King grabbed my neck between his jaws, biting down on it. However, I was too dizzy to feel any of his teeth sink into my neck as the knot was getting way too big for me to handle.

I gave out one last gasp of air before I felt myself fainting with his massive knot still growing inside of me. Oof!

When I came by, I was laying on the floor right next to the ottoman, with my legs and arms apart, lifelessly laying on the floor like they werent mine.

The bones and flesh around my ass stiff and sore and I could feel my hearthbeat in my pussy, which was still burning like crazy.

With hardly any power in my legs and arms, I tried to stand up, but as my hands slipped away, I wobbled down to the floor again.

Then trying to get back to my feet, I raised myself off the ground with my hands grabbing the drenched fabric of the ottoman.

But my weak legs also slipped away, so I landed on the floor again, which made me look the floor to notice a large puddle of red gluey liquid.

It must have been a mixture of King's cum, my juices and blood, and it looked like a bucket of it was dropped on the floor.

Oh my, there is so much of it! No wonder King kept me full.

When crouching down on my feet in the pool of cum, I felt a pressure inside my pussy.

It was still gaping and gave out a large fart, making it feel like my pussy was a 5 inch wide hole.

Creating a strong feeling of extremely emptyness, in contradiction to how full I felt while getting fucked by my dog.

Squirting out a big stream of cum, my pussy felt tingly and burning, but stimulated again. So I started to softly brush it with my fingers, relaxing and stimulating it and it soon started to feel good.

Still light-headed, I started to masturbate. As my pussy was still leaking out King's cum, it was lubricated again soon enough and swelling up again.

In a haze, I caught up a bit of cum dripping out of my pussy, to get the taste of it in my mouth.

As King fucking me, made me have to go without dinner, so I tried swallowing a bunch of it.

But as I was getting a good taste of the cum dripping out of me, I was shooked up by a loud bark, right behind me.

I slipped again and I felt over trying to rebalance, slipping onto my back on the floor. Yuk!

I was a mess. Floundering around in the puddle of cum, I was covered in all kind of juices now.

I sat up and looked at King, who made me feel so intimidated as he was right in my face, breathing heavily, making me inhale his smelly dog breath into my lungs.

I tried to be as submissive as I could, since I was too dizzy to do anything really. And with King being so dominant, right in my face, I felt very intimidated.

So, to make things not too difficult, as I couldnt handle any more agression, I just let my voice speak in a soft tone saying "King, thank you, that was great, I love you."

I could also smell the cum all over me so I really needed a shower, but I felt too light-headed to go upstairs. Luckily King then started licking my body all over and cleaned his cum off me.

Making me smell like his fetchtoy again, and his cum. Well, clean or not, I could certainly still smell it.

After cleaning me up a bit, King growled loudly and I obediently followed after him. He turned around, walked to his bedroom, and jumped onto his bed.

I tried to rush and follow after him, crawling and trembling while I tried to stick with him and I curled up in my little doggy bed at the foot of his bed, to quickly fall asleep again.

My dog ​​was now fucking me once a day. It was always really painful, so I could never fully get an orgasm.

Several times I tried to masturbate, but King somehow heard me and growled as a warning to stop.

It was like he didn't want me to orgasm. It got so frustrating that I would sneak into the toilets at work and masturbate.

But I never could really get myself to a climax without my vibrator, which was chewed up by King, but I would try to get myself ready and wet enough to try and let King finish it off when I got home.

But somehow he would know I was doing it and when I got home he wouldn't fuck me at all, and also wouldnt let me suck him to get a cum meal.

He just growled until I went to my doggy-bed and stayed there the rest of the night.

Strangely, this is when his behavior really started to irritate me, making me try to stand up against King's control over me.

I thought he was very mean and unfair. He was always pushing me around, demanding food whenever he wanted, controlling my life and now I couldnt even decide about my sexual pleasures anymore?

Well, lets see about that! I dont think that is something he is really going to control, is it?

So I was trying my best to find ways to get myself off as best as I could, before King would get on top of me and fuck me. You could even call it a little game now I guess.

So a month went by and I hadn't had one orgasm, but King fucked me every night and even fed me two times a day.

Many times I came very close to cumming, but I couldn't quite get there. King was still a little too big and painfull or pulled out too fast, preventing my orgasms.

Aggravating me, fixating me to get it done the next time.

Getting fucked by my dog ​​and the huge knot didn't hurt as much after a while. So I knew I would eventually have an orgasm, but the edging was driving me crazy.

Every day, when I got home, I would strip naked and I would do a little acrobatics and stretching, getting in shape and warmed up. Then dance and wiggle my ass in front of King, trying to get his attention.

I would then lay on top of the ottoman, spread my legs wide, and quietly beg him to fuck me, hoping that this time I would have an orgasm.

Each time I would get a little closer, making it feel more intense. But eventually I would get more frustrated because I was getting so close but didnt quite get there.

King would still growl or lecture me with a snap to my face when I tried to reach an orgasm on my own.

Occasionally, I used to jog around a bit or do a little shopping from time to time.

But I started losing appropriate clothing to even get out, as King ripped all my clothes apart, so I stopped leaving the house altogether, except to go to work.

I had my groceries delivered once a week. And since King was feeding me all my meals, steaks were practically the only food I had delivered.

I reminded myself I really couldn't afford to buy food for myself, with King breaking everything in the house, which things I would eventually have to replace or fix whats broken.

Besides that, I needed money for my next schoolyear, or start to save money for my future studio.

All I did to pass through the day, besides caring for King was watching tv, read, browse the internet or play a little videogame on my computer.

But then I got some surprising news. A wealthy, but distant great-aunt I couldn't remember had died and as her only direct relative, she had left me over 5 million dollars.

About a month later the money was already transferred into my bank-account. So I decided to quit my dead-end job as a cashier and throw my work outfit towards King for him to finally tear apart.

I recieved enough money to live on for many, many years. And imagined that in the near future I would try to get back on chasing my dreams.

To buy an nice studio in a nearby city and do what I have always wanted. I'm sure with the amount of money I received, I could buy a decent studio, to start my acrobatics school.

But before I would try to figure out which steps to take, I would try to enjoy my free time, and cheer myself up after dulling out on my mindless and boring job.

But other than quitting my job, nothing really changed in my life, yet.

Every morning King would wake me up when he wanted to eat. And I would lie on top of the ottoman to wait for King to fuck my pussy and womb, which would make me so horny.

I would end up on the verge of an orgasm, but he would always pull out quickly, which was incredibly painful, and for some reason I never came, even though King always did.

Then I would suck him off for about half an hour to suck a decent meal of dog cum out of his cock.

The rest of the morning I would brush King, clean up the kitchen and do the dishes, do the laundry, mostly sheets, and order groceries for the next days or clean the rest of the house.

King would usually do his business in the backyard, which I would also clean up to keep the yard neat.

After that I would again lay down besides King and try to suck on his cock for about half an hour and tried to make him cum a little to get myself some extra nutriments.

If I was lucky, I was able to watch some tv or browse the internet for a while, before King would demand attention again, because he was horny or in a playfull mood.

King was always very eager to knot me, if his hormones started to build up again.

His dick was sticking out half of the time, so after I had a decent meal and my stomach was full, I would get on my hand and knees to let him mount me.

He would fuck me, but mainly just to tie us together. After a few good thrust his knot would pop into my pussy and we would always stay tied for about half an hour.

Always making me build up towards an orgasm, but I still never quite got there.

After his knot would pop out of me, he would take a nap and I went to shower or watch TV for a while.

Later I prepared his steaks and waited until he had eaten and was ready to give me another chance to suck my food out of his massive cock.

Finally he would mount and hump me one more time, leaving me horny but exhausted, before we went to bed.

I was getting quite skinny and had lost a lot of weight and was down to 75 pounds.

In the meantime, King was now pretty much an adult and now weighted 200 pounds. He now weighted 2 and a half times as much as I did. He grew out to become so big! Way, way bigger than I ever thought!

When he was stretching his big head out, posing dominantly, he was able to place his snout onto my shoulder.

To pet him, while he stood before me, I would just bend down a bit and wrap my arms around his big, muscular neck to cuddle him.

He was so big and strong that he could even hold my whole weight up when I would wrap my arms around his big neck and raise my legs off the ground.

Sometimes I would jump and playfully clinch onto him with my legs wrapped around his big neck.

Hanging on him like that always seems to make King happy, raising his head and barking proudly.

His balls were now the size of coconuts and his cock grew thicker and harder and was now 8 inches thick and long when fully hard, and that didn't include the huge 4 inches wide knot.

Recently I realized that I haven’t worn any clothes at all in weeks. I wouldnt even remind myself anymore that wearing clothes is a normal thing to do.

For me it was normal to not bother wearing anything, as I wasnt allowed to do so.

King has ruined most of my clothes and since I never go anywhere anymore, I never even bothered to get dressed.

The only times I go outside is to get the mail or take out the trash.

But my house is at the end of a dead end path, into the forrest, with lots of trees surrounding it, so even if I do go outside, there’s hardly any chance that anyone will see me.

I don’t even get much mail anyway, since I pay all of my bills electronically.

My delivery of groceries are simply left at the gate, which I kept closed now and I picked them up after the delivery guy has gone.

The only things I recently bought where books about setting up classes and books that would teach me about the financial part about running a studio.

And ofcourse, manuals about teaching sports. And since I still got a lot of money left to spend and King broke a lot of things in the house, I decided to invest a little in this old house.

Buying new, King-proof things as replacements and also installing some cheap security cameras. 1 at the front door and 1 in my livingroom.

Well, I am always at home now, but these would be for evidence and they made my mind a little more at peace.

And I would surely leave the house in the future, one thing I was pretty sure about, if I could just find ways to get a little control over King.

Also, I ordered some strong bathrobes with a sturdy thick fabric, to see if these could survive King's jaws.

However, a few weeks ago I ran into a very nerve-wrecking situation when I ordered a new sofa for my living room.

I ordered the sofa online and scheduled a delivery. On the day of the delivery, I was waiting for the truck to arrive.

As soon as I saw it pull into my driveway, I ran to my bedroom to get dressed into my new bathrobe.

But King followed me into the bedroom and as soon as I reached for the well-made robe, still in its box, he grabbed them, pulled them off me and started chewing on them.

King wasnt happy about this new robe I figured, as he was growling deeply out of frustration, not being able to rip it apart as easily as my other clothes.

So, with King preventing me from wearing the robes, I then trusted myself that food would draw his attention long enough, letting me get the sofa brought inside by the deliverymen in a normal way.

Luckily, I prepared for this moment a little bit, having a doubled dose of steaks unfrozen for today.

And it was around dinnertime, so I quickly ran to the kitchen and prepared King his extra large meal, who ran after me with the robe still between his jaws.

It didn’t take long to heat up the cold steaks. By the time the microwave made its loud beeping sound, the delivery guys were on the porch and rang the doorbell, almost simultaniously.

King growled deeply a few times, but dropped the robe to start chewing on his steaks instead. It worked out! But I knew he insisted on giving me food after he ate, so this delivery had to be done quickly.

While King was eating, I pulled on the bathrobe and opened the door. The two delivery guys, young and fit, had already pulled out the new futon onto the trucks tailgate,

but needed me to sign for the delivery, so a hastily scribbled down my signature.

I humbly asked them for help getting everything in place, and that my old couch was too heavy for me alone to move, but would not go anywhere but with the trash, since it was beyond repair.

They were kind enough to move my old couch onto the gravelpath, outside of my front yard's fence, to be picked up later, before they brought in the new sofa.

Luckily, it was a late delivery, so they handled everything in a pretty quick pace. Not giving King much chance to intervene and make things awkward.

I only heard King bark a few times loudly from the kitchen, but he was eating.

As the delivery men brought in the new futon, putting it on its place as one last step, King was also finished and trotted into the living room.

The delivery men watched my dog ​​with concern because he was a big beastly dog. Charging into the livingroom like a menacing force, just as they placed the sofa down at the right spot.

And while I stood besides the new sofa, King rushed himself up to me from behind and grabbed my bathrobe with his teeth.

He pulled and yanked it backwards, ripping the bathrobe off of me, and made me get tossed to the floor, falling down right at the feet of the young deliverymen.

King immediately proceeded to tear the bathrobe to shreds with unseen energy, using all of his strenght and putting his muscular jaws into some real action.

The violent manner in which the thick fabric was brutally pulled apart by this monstrous dog, created a nervous and uneasy setting, making everyone attentively listen and watch King.

While hearing his deep growls, anyone could only focus on his very aggravated presence and hear the sounds of the ripping and shripping echo through the room.

With my back against the new sofa, I was watching the scene with big shocked eyes, in a state of complete disbelief. I couldnt believe how savage King was behaving.

And I was in disbelief how a robe with such quality was turned into shreds so easily after all.

I reminded myself that I paid a good amount of money for that! It made my state of distress flip into rage.

But it was tangled with helplessness, as I realized I was in a very bad situation and King was way too powerful to correct in any way. He was definitely ruling that option out!

I didn’t really knew what was coming, but I was sure that King would soon focus his attention on me.

So I started to panic and cry during this awkward and unpredictable situation, choking on air as I felt very vulnerable in my hysterically and shocked, but enraged state.

I was in full display of these young men and could now only hope that King would not act all dominant and treat me like his little brat, forcing himself onto me in front of these strangers.

In a haze, with my soul balancing on a thin cord, I looked up at the deliverymen with dispair, unsure how they were going to react to this situation.

The men also looked very surprised at first but when they looked down at my slightly underweight, unclothed body, they were naturally captivated by the sight of a naked little female, right at there feet.

The two young men kept staring, motionless, just standing there. They must be startled I guess.

Or maybe they were getting weird ideas, who knows. I kinda knew those looks and that this wasn't really a normal situation.

So, a little triggered, I managed to stutter out some beggings, thanking them and asking them politely to please leave.

Fully embarrassed, I knew I had to try to delay gaining any attention from King, as I knew I would be King's next target.

As the men slowly started to walk towards the door. I tried to keep myself as submissive and still as possible, watching King completely destroy the robe, which was hardly recognizable anymore.

But as soon as the delivery men opened up the front door, King looked up triumphantly. So, I guess this was the moment of truth.

King started to rush towards the men, but as he was stepping over me, with his cock already out of its sheet, dangling below him, he halted right on the spot, with his cock now right in front of my face.

My god! Was there anything King wouldnt get horny about? Ripping those robes must have made his testosterone levels rise and he was now right in front of me with the delivery men still in my house!

King probably also remembered the first time he forced himself onto me, forcing his cock down my throat, when I was with my back against my bed.

So as we were in that exact same situation, he impulsively sat down on my hips, making his cock smack my face and flop down on my chest.

I figured I needed to get my mouth away from his cock this time, so I forcefully turned myself around and tried to move my head away from King's cock, trying to slip myself under the new sofa.

I couldnt force myself under the sofa completely, but at least I managed to get my head under there. So King gave out a loud, frustrated bark as I burried my head under the sofa. Ouch! That was close!

With my head under the sofa, I couldnt see what was going on, only that the delivery men apparently took their time leaving. As I could still see their feet at the door.

However, as I saw the delivery men turn their feet around to look at my naked body again, King decided to stand up and get off my body.

Wow, that was close. Really close! I dont know how the view was from up there and what was going to happen next, but as the two men were still there, I felt my rage build up inside of me.

Leave already, please! Didnt they want to make this a quick delivery?

Because I felt like their unresponsiveness to my request to leave was pretty rude, I reminded them of my request to leave my house, letting out a muffled "Uhm, can you please leave now?" from under the sofa.

Or rather, they could help me get King of my body, but neither happened. They were apparently very indifferent about my situation, probably because their curiosity made their attention captivated on me.

Well, luckily I was able to partially hide myself under the sofa, so at least I was save from a mouth full of King's cock.

Even so, I heard the two delivery men laughing loudly as they continued their way outside now, as their feet turned around again.

I guess there wasnt going to be any action today guys! Wasnt that a bummer, right? Well, I already felt exposed and violated enough, so my day was ruined to say the least.

I should have found a better way to keep King out of the livingroom. Well, I will really have to change things around here! I will have to put more thought into this!

I guess today was a true lesson. And I would have to let those boys have their laughs, though it could have been even worse, but luckily my head fitted right under the sofa.

But then I felt King harshly nip at my leg out of frustration and then push his snout between my legs, burrying his head under my belly.

This all happened so fast that I hardly had any time to react, but I was now stuck with my head under the sofa, with my ass lifted up in the air, dangling on top of King's wet snout.

Oh no! King, No! I shouted out from under the sofa. But as soon as King dropped my body down, making my knees land on the floor, I immediately felt him thrust his hips against my butt.

I couldnt do anything, he was onto me so fast! Pressing my body into the sofa's cushions, while digging his cock into my pussy.

From that point on, my knees and feet hardly touched the floor anymore, as King pounded his cock into me, violently shoving me further into the soft cushions.

I had to arch my back as much as possible, really testing my acrobatic skills, as King was abusing my little body, banging it against the sofa in a very fast pace.

To not get any injuries, I had to try to get a grip with my feet. But King was slinging my body around as he was frantically fucking me. So I couldnt find any ground with my feet.

All I could use to keep any stability were my arms. This really distressed me, making me seriously panic! It all happened too fast and I really didnt want to get hurt during this humiliating situation.

I felt completely degraded, having my naked body get ravished by a dog in front of these strangers eyes, with my pussy completely out in display.

But while focussing to keep myself in one piece, while getting fucked in this impossible position, I could hardly pay any attention to the deliverymen anymore.

All I did was squeal and whine while trying to constantly adjust my body to match King's deep, endless thrusts. King was completely overwhelming me!

Getting fucked like this was so extremely demanding, but also very stimulating. Oh no! This couldnt happen at the worst possible moment.

But I felt like King was going to fuck me towards an orgasm. For crying out loud! Could I be any more humiliated?

I would welcome it anyday, King. But right now it was so unwanted. But how could I stop it? I felt it seriously build up inside of me, so I started to burst into tears, struggling to fight it.

However, when I finally got used to King's rhythm I started to cry my hearth out when I checked to see if I could actually let myself go and embrace this immense orgasm that was building up.

No! Those assholes! This can't be real! Their feet were still at the door! It shocked me so much that I started to feel nauseous and dizzy.

The delivery men actually never left and decided to enjoy the show and I thought I could even hear them chatter about how to tape the scene properly.

I couldnt believe this was happening! I imagined my life to be over. If they would tell anyone about this, my reputation would be destroyed.

And I was on the edge of an orgasm, while sobbing and strained from trying to fight it, so it was about to get even worse.

But with my last gasp of air, I managed to shout out "No, King! Attack!"

I didnt understand what made King actually listen, but right then, he stopped fucking me.

Aggravated, he growled and stepped backwards, pulling my body free, that was jammed between the cushions.

He then yanked his knot out of me, making me flop down to the floor.

My pussy was gaping and burning, craving for more as I started to get a normal bloodflow again. But I couldnt let that happen now. These assholes had to leave, now!

But I was too tensed and stimulated. I could only gasp for air, trying to cool my body down and ignore my heated pussy as I was laying there with my head still under the sofa.

However, as King got himself off me, the bastards finally decided to leave. I guess King was making sure of that.

By the time I was able to get up, the truck was already pulling away, but I have no idea how long this all lasted and what those jerks have actually been doing.

I just hope they weren't actually recording any of this with their phones.

I just hope they wouldnt spread this around too much if they did. Otherwise everyone will probably come to watch the slutty little woman getting used by a dog.

And I just hope King wouldnt behave like this again. So I had to come up with a plan to change things around here, immediately.

After the truck was out of sight, I used the leftovers of the robe to dry my pussy and gave King an angered lecture, trying my best to look dominant.

I think he finally understood that his behavior was wrong as he started to lick me all over with his long, drooling tongue.

Probably, I thought, he did this to apologize, to tell me he loved me. And after all, he was practically the only family or friend I had, so I loved him too.

I realized that I was the one who needed to change things around here and King actually did his job when I asked for it. Scaring those jerks away when I commanded him.

And I could probably even use King when this situation would get out of hand and people would hear about this, so I calmed down.

Later, King also allowed me to stay and sleep next to him, curled up naked between his legs in his bed.

Even though I persisted on changing things, I forgave him, and I cuddled with him, until we both fell asleep.

Part 3: The Contract

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With all the money I recently received I figured it wouldnt be too hard to get something fixed for King. I am sure I was able to get him a few extra treats or pay for some special care.

Anything that would draw his attention to something other than me. Even though I liked that I was the one to give him the love he wanted, I really needed to let go of that for a bit now.

Plus, I could use some help training or giving him some special exercises that would make him more engaged in physical activities other than uhm, fucking me...

And I had even become afraid that if something would happen to me, I would have to leave my dog to his fate again.

I remembered that I was given a flyer about a website, by the people at the animal shelter where I had adopted King.

So I contacted a few people online on the website that was on the flyer, and they guided me to a special lawyer for advice.

Apparantly, the lawyer they suggested to me was a local person and frequently communicated with the new animal shelter.

This was great. It didnt take long at all to find a good way and nice people to help me.

I was reassured that I found a suitable way to get help when I found out that the lawyer was very respected on the website.

Besides, he was clearly specialized in dogs and the laws considering them, on the website called The Dog School Forums.

The website was very pro-dog and even had extensive articles about caring for dogs and even about having sexual relations with dogs.

Some of the posts on the website were quite surprising and described what some people did with their pets.

After reading some of the posts, I actually didn't feel like King and my relationship was so very unusual anymore.

It seemed that the best advice about my dog ​​should come from people who really loved their pets.

On the forum, I learned that I should create a trust fund for King so that he would be taken care of.

The fund could even receive gifts and donations from supportive people if they fancied King.

It all sounded very considerate and supportive, and I just had to take this opportunity.

So I contacted the lawyer by phone and we set up the trust fund, that even made King receive all of my money when I would pass away.

I don't know anything about the law, but I ended up creating something called a Living-Trust. And he talked me through some procedures and regulations.

Of course, this fund would also ensure that King would be taken care of, even while I was still alive. This was all too good to be true.

At the cost of a weekly deposit from the fund, I would pay the lawyer and he would make sure King would get all the attention and care a dog would need.

I was pretty certain this would surely help me and make sure King would be happier and show less of his demanding behavior.

Especially considering last week. If I wanted to be able to invite people into my house again without getting into awkward situations, I needed things to change.

And when I would get back to school or start my acrobatics school, this had to be under control.

I could handle all of this by phone and electronically, which certainly made things easier for me.

I could in fact even sign the documents digitally, using my digital id. All I had to physically sign was something called a power of attorney, and send that to my new lawyer.

But even that was accepted by the lawyer when I just uploaded a photo I took of it. I didnt even have to leave the house and it was all fixed in just a few days.

It was all very complicated for me, so I'm glad the lawyer was able to walk me through this step by step and handle all of this for me, without having to do a lot of digging into it myself.

I was very happy when I signed the documents, I felt like a really good owner and caretaker.

I am sure King was going to be the happiest dog alive.

A few days later, with the confidence things would work out, I decided to buy some new clothes online. Since King had managed to chew up every piece of clothing, including all of my shoes.

Right now, I literally have nothing to wear and would need something in case I was going to leave the house again. So, I guess I had to start off by hiding new clothes from King properly.

I guess my metal lunchbox, which I casted off earlier, would be useful again, as King was able to get into any cabinet he wanted.

Maybe I would use the little attic. The only place he couldn't get to. It was full with old stuff that belonged to my parents and things from my childhood.

But I guess I would need to redecorate it to create some space for a little closet, to store my new clothes.

So I went online to order a few basic clothes. But when I tried to place the order, it wouldn't work. My debit card was apparently not valid or something.

I tried to access my bank account online but this also did not work. I could not understand what had happened.

I quickly contacted the bank and was told that the bank account linked to the card had been closed and the money had been transferred to another account by my lawyer.

What the heck?! I was a bit shocked, but the bank explained that I would have to contact my lawyer to get information about the new account.

Okay, this was starting to make a bit more sense now. There must have been some paperwork that I have apparently misunderstood.

I contacted my lawyer to ask about the money in my account, and he politely explained that my money was now in a new bank account that was within the trust fund for King.

And a new card, which was linked to the new account, has already been sent. And that it would probably come with the mail soon.

The new account was apparently also a lot more suitable for keeping large amounts of money, the lawyer explained.

And because the trust-fund would be able to withdraw from my new bank account, I would seemingly have to pay a lot less on taxes, as long as King was funded from my account.

He also explained that he made sure that all my utility bills were already automatically paid for from the new account.

As well as the grocery bills and any other payments that were connected to my old account.

Even though I was rushed through a lot of documents, filled with long phrases and difficult words, my lawyer pointed out that he closed the old account to save money.

Now I was able to recall signing for this so called "Final Balance Transfer".

This actually all sounded great to me because I wasnt the type that had a lot of knowledge about financials. And that his thoughtful help managing my bills was actually very welcome.

And with the money I wasnt wasting on taxes, I was probably more than able to pay him for his service.

In my excitement, as I was very eager to get that fund up for King, I just might have missed some important information.

I still didnt fully understand the rules, but at least my money was safe. And he ensured me that I was of course also a so called trustee of the fund and that the card would have my name on it.

But all expenses out of the trust fund had to be approved by all the so-called executors of the trust fund and that my lawyer, Mr. Robert Canis, was another executor of the trust fund.

Expenses made with the new card also had to follow the guidelines of the fund, but could be directly managed by me, though later dissaproved by other executors.

But Mr. Canis assured me that he wouldnt be too strict about it, but ofcourse also had to follow the guidelines of the fund.

This made more or less sense to me once it was explained to me. So without having the card yet, I had to submit a request to buy clothes for myself to my lawyer.

I didn’t tell him that I had nothing to wear, so my request was denied. Which was frustrating, but he told me that buying new clothes was a personal luxury and not part of my dog’s well-being.

And he pointed out that, to ensure the fund would not violate its own terms right away, there had to be expenses made for King first.

As King's caregiver, I could also use money from the fund, but I was secondary to King, who the fund was for in the first place.

I couldnt start off buying things for myself with the money in the fund.

I could purchase things for myself with the money in the fund later, but not before the prime concern of the fund was fulfilled: King's happiness.

And he insisted me to focus on changing things for King, so I would stay on course with the things I told him I wanted to change for myself.

This actually made me feel like I was under guardianship, but fortunately, household necessities, toiletries, and all sorts of other items were allowed.

I simply couldn’t buy myself clothes, food, furniture, or anything like that yet.

But before anything was bought for King and things could start to change, to make things actually worse, one of these days something else changed. Maybe he was mad at me, I'm not sure.

One morning while I was sucking on King's cock he forced his cock deep into my throat and started pissing.

He started growling aggressively and gave my ass a rough nip with his snout to press my little body further onto his cock.

I couldnt really react to it as I was forced to impulsively swallow his urine to not choke.

He was pissing a lot with a powerful, heavy stream so I was struggling to swallow fast enough, worried about choking and trying to not let anything get on the floor.

Luckily, there wasnt a bad taste to it at all, it was mainly just salty. But it was such a big load, spewing out of his cock that didnt seem to end.

And as it came unexpected, I didnt have time to breathe in before hand and I was starting to get breathless, about to choke on King's pissing cock, gasping for air.

After 30 seconds, swallowing oversized gulps of his salty urine, trying not to drown, I just couldnt take them anymore and I started to splutter out his piss.

I started snottering it out through my nose and squeezed it out my throat, making it ooze and trickle down my chin and body.

Unable to breathe at all anymore, not even through my nose, I got really frantic to breathe in some air while King had his cock deep in my throat, choking and drowning me with his piss.

Hysterically, I tried to push back and get his cock out of my throat, but King powerfully jammed his muscular pelvis into my face and forced his cock deeper into my throat.

Violently making me take it all, making me gag and choke on his pissing cock, drenching myself and spluttering his piss out.

But luckily, not much later he was done and his cock slid out of my mouth so I could catch my breath back, panting and coughing heavily.

King backed away from me and ran to the kitchen, dropping me to the floor like a broken toy.

But he of course let out his growls, demanding me to get up and scurry after him as he insisted on getting his morning steaks.

From then on, he strictly decided to only piss down my throat, never anywhere else. And I just had to take it all, as his powerful jaws and paws forced me into submission without hardly any effort.

He would bite and nip my ass when he had to pee and I would get down to crawl on my hands and knees to get ready underneath his body as fast as I could.

I would then try to wrap my mouth around his cock, which he learned to force into me within seconds either way.

I wrongly hoped that adding his piss to my diet would make me gain some weight, but it continued to make me lose even more weight.

However, King kept on getting bigger and stronger and above all, a lot more energetic.

So at this point I had no clothes and no food in the house, except steaks for King, which he surely wouldn’t let me eat.

And King's aggressiveness was really getting wild! Neither did his youthful playfulness get any less. He kept on behaving badly and got stronger and better at it every day.

Also, I kept on losing weight. Which was going to be a problem at some point. I was getting weaker, I could really start to notice. Hardly able to make it through the day.

I was able to get food 3 or 4 times each day, but I’m sure I would need real food eventually.

Even though King was making sure I never really felt hungry as he was now also pumping my stomach full with his urine every day, I knew I was going to need something extra to eat.

However, I did some research online and found out that his semen was actually quite nutritious, if he was kept really healthy and assuming I could consume sufficient amounts.

Then, I would be able to live on a diet of King's cum alone. Well, since my dog ​​was feeding me a lot of it, at least 2 big cups of his cum each day, I guess it was enough for my tiny 72-pound body for now.

Maybe it was a good thing he also started urinating in me. Sure, it seemed gross, but when his cock was deep down my throat, I never really had to taste it and it might provide me some extra nutrients.

I also kept on drinking a bit of water each day to get some minerals, which, together with all the piss and cum, made my belly look like I was a 6 months pregnant woman.

But I guess I just had to try to suck as much cum out of King's cock as possible, as it would have to sustain me until I could find ways to fix his behavior and be allowed to start buying things for myself.

I started to eagerly long for the day King would just allow me to grab a bite, without assaulting me and creating a scene, pushing me over and barking so loud in my face my eardrums would get hurt.

So for now I guess I would have to keep him healthy and fit so he could sustain me better by having his balls full with healthy cum.

Letting him eat all the steaks he wants and letting him abuse me, bully me and push me around as much as he liked and let him fuck me as mercilessly and violently as he could to get his daily work outs.

Less than a week after setting up the trust fund for King, I received an unpleasant message.

My lawyer, Robert Canis, had to come over to my house to check on things and make sure King was being well and taken good care of.

Of course I could have expected this to happen, but I wished it wouldnt have been so shortly after setting up the fund.

I had nothing to wear yet! King had truly managed to chew everything up. All my jackets, shirts, tops, pants, shorts and he also found all my dresses... Even all my underwear!

I couldn’t explain to my lawyer what had happened to all my clothes. That would make it seem like I wasn’t a good owner or that I was careless.

So maybe I could pretend that I was some kind of naturist and preferred not to wear clothes at home. It would be embarrassing, but it was the only idea I could come up with.

I texted Mr. Canis and explained that I was a naturist and didn’t wear any clothes at home.

It seemed silly, but it was better than the truth. He replied that this wouldn’t be a problem at all.

I was somewhat relieved, but also worried, because again I would fully expose myself to someone and he would see me completely naked, evidently fragile as a young little woman.

I guess I had to get over it and respect myself for it. Because I just claimed to be the strict nudist, right?

Well, I guess with King in the house he would actually guard over me as he was so close to me all the time...

Only two days later, Mr. Canis arrived. I had cleaned the house extra well the day before and had given King a bath and sucked him off as well as I could that morning.

I answered the door naked of course, with King at my side, which made me feel a bit reassured.

Mr. Canis stood on my porch in an expensive dark gray suit. He looked much better than I had expected.

Plus, he was pretty tall. As he was standing right before me, I had to bend my neck all the way back just to get a look at his face.

He was about 6'4" tall, with dark hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a slim but muscular build. I guessed he was in his late thirties.

I blushed as he looked at my skinny, little body. My nipples hardened as a cool breeze blew through the open door.

I felt embarrassed, as my skinny body started to get goosebumps, but I couldn't help it. I had to try to get through this without anything awkward happening.

I reminded myself to stay proud, so I raised my shoulders up and I raised myself up to stand on my toes, to look a little bigger and confident. Then, putting on my best smile, I called out a deep "Hi"

He introduced himself and I invited him to come inside. King gave him a brief sniff, then barked loudly but joyfully, but otherwise didn't cause any mischief.

I gave Mr. Canis a quick tour of my house and showed him where King slept...

Although I didn't tell him that I slept in the dog bed on the floor and that the bed belonged to King. Of course, King went with us to keep an eye on us. As King is apparently very protective of me.

So, with King in our tracks the whole time, I carried on and showed Mr. Canis the dining room and kitchen, where King ​​got fed.

We then went back through the living room, where embarrassingly I was the one getting fed. But to mindfully skip that subject, I hastly went on and took him into the doggy-room to show King's playground.

It wasnt very well decorated yet, but Mr. Canis was apparently very delighted and positive about that room.

Afterwards we briefly looked through the rooms upstairs and next I showed him the backyard, which I also kept clean and neat. Then finally, getting back inside, we returned to sit in the dining room.

We sat down at the table and King came to sit down beside me. While I was sitting in my chair, King was actually just as tall as me.

But when King stretched his neck up, he was able to look right over me with his dark powerful eyes. His eyes a good bit above mine, scanning through the room, holding a protective stance.

Even so, his big head was clearly the size of my whole torso, a strong reminder of his overwhelming presence. But King didnt really show any offensive or abusive behavior today.

Maybe it was because I made sure he was taken good care of today and was well fed. Maybe I even gave him too many steaks, making him lazy because he ate too much.

Or he must have taken a liking to Mr Canis, as they obviously seemed to get along. So maybe this showed that I should put more effort into King, but wow, King was a demanding dog.

Even though King was very docile today, to Mr. Canis, my dog posing proudly, ​​must have looked very dominant next to such a tiny, puny woman.

Mr. Canis asked me a few questions, mostly about King's diet and when he had his last vet checkup.

I realized that King hadn't been to the vet in quite a while. I only took him to a vet a few times the first weeks after I adopted him, but not since then.

As he was so big that it was hard to really lead or control him and I don't think I would be able to manage a walk with King all the way to the vet anymore, and I told my lawyer exactly that.

Mr. Canis said that he could arrange for a vet to come by every month to examine King. House visits would cost a little extra, but it would just come directly out of the Trust-Fund.

I agreed, since this would simplify things for me and until I could remedy my clothing problem, I really couldn't go anywhere.

He also said that King would need to wear a collar. And gave me a website where I had to order a high-quality collar and he would approve the purchase if I ordered it on behalf of him.

He assured me that the collar was also really going to help me correct and control King, as he realized King's size was a bit challenging for a fragile little woman like me, to say the least.

So without any hesitation, I agreed on this and approved that an electrical fence would later be installed to get linked with the collar.

More than that, as I still didnt get the new card yet, this would mean that I would get closer to being able to purchase things for myself, as this meant that investments for King would have been made.

After a few more minutes, pointing out and exchanging some other ideas about King, Mr. Canis departed. King and I escorted him to the door and said good-bye.

I was so relieved that nothing had gone wrong during the visit, but I was sure he would be back at some point.

Besides, the new vet would probably come by soon. Furthermore, did today prove that I really had to work even harder to satisfy King, to get him even a little docile?

Getting King and the house ready for today was very demanding, to say the least, and the day wasnt even over yet.

But first, I went online and ordered the collar for King.

The website said their collars were high-tech, made of a flexible material that was as strong as steel, but very comfortable to wear.

It had two batteries and one charged itself with a little solar panel and the other with a so called thermo-electric bodyheat generator.

Oof, I guess that alone must explain why it was so expensive. But I figured this would just be a one time investment that would definitely pay off, and King probably required the best collar you could find.

The collar could also be adjusted to fit almost any neck size and could only be removed by the owner once it was on. It also had a built-in GPS tracking device, to keep track of King anywhere.

A few days after placing the order, the collar already arrived. It was a very lovely and thick collar.

It looked like it was made from woven cotton, making it look very nice, but it was padded, so it certainly also seemed strong.

On the back side it had a handle, and it was really expandable to all sizes having a slide adjuster and a few snapping clips.

And with some sort of rubber, elastic band inside the collar, it was very flexible and extendable.

They even polished it by adding a small metal identification tag on it. The tag had my address on one side and “PUPPY” on the other.

I must have forgotten to tell the website my dog’s name. Oh well, I might be able to change the tag later.

After unpacking the collar, I took it to King to put it on him, but he growled and snapped at me every time I tried to get the collar around his neck.

I petted him and tried to calm him down by talking softly and brushing his fur, but he simply refused and growled every time I tried. Silly dog, he will have to get used to the collar first I guessed.

I thought I could show him that the collar wouldn't hurt, so I slid it around my own neck and snapped it shut.

It was a little loose and big, as the rubber band was looping around my neck a few times, but I could easily adjust it to tighten it a bit to make it fit my slender neck.

I showed King how I wore the collar, posing how pleased I was with the collar, trying to make him watch me wear it, but he didn't seem interested.

He just looked at me like I was an idiot and walked away. Oh well. I could wait a few hours and try again at a better moment.

So, I reached up to remove the collar, but I couldn't figure out how to remove or loosen it enough to get it off.

And I wasnt strong enough to stretch the rubber band. I couldn't find a switch or anything on the snappers, just two metal ends that were firmly attached to each other.

I checked the website for a manual. And seemingly, once it was fastened shut, the owner was the only one able to remove the collar.

The owner had to send a command to the GPS tracker in the collar to release it. But when I checked the website, I was not listed as the owner.

Technically, because I ordered it on behalf of Mr. Canis, he was the owner.

I texted Mr. Canis, asking him to please unlock the collar, but he replied that the collar was for King’s own well being and had to stay on.

I wasn’t going to tell him that the collar was on me and not my dog. I was a little too embarrassed by it at the moment.

First, I was going to think about ways to ask him this properly, without coming across too silly.

I really felt silly wearing the collar, but I think I am going to keep it on my neck for now. Besides, it was sort of cute and I was finally able to wear something.

As King didnt seem to bother himself with the collar at all. So I'm sure King liked the collar better on me than on him.

I received a text from Mr. Canis the next day in the early morning. He had ordered that the invisible fence will get installed around the house to keep King from leaving the yard and getting lost or hurt.

Wow, he really pushed through his actions! It all happened so fast! I guess that was a good thing, but this would mean I would end up in an awkward situation soon.

The invisible fence was going to be linked with the collar I had recently purchased for King, but had ended up around my neck instead of his.

I was pretty stressed by this new situation. Desperately texting and calling Mr. Canis again, asking him to open it to fit it properly around King's neck, lying that it didnt fit King properly.

But I didnt get any reaction and the installer already came by a few hours later that same day and buried all of the sensors underground around the perimeter of my property.

Luckily, he didn't even knock on the door. He just did his job and left.

Confronting him naked would be way too embarrassing, and the stress and my shy personality stopped me from gaining the courage to do so either way.

Oh no, I was getting a bit worried about this shameful situation. But thankfully King was distracting me throughout the day by fucking my pussy several times.

Sure this was awkward, but I was convinced I could figure out a way to fix it and explain Mr. Canis about my situation.

In the end, I was sure this would get solved and I was sure I would laugh it off as a joke later.

For now I just couldn't leave the house, because I would get shocks, but I didnt really need to at this time.

King was sustaining me, groceries would get delivered and until I would be ready figuring out what to do with my life, I didnt really have to go anywhere.

I think the collar must have made King upset, because he hasn't fed me any cum in the past few days.

He even found the need to urinate in every corner in the backyard again. Probably marking his territory again. So at least I was spared his nasty habbit of King pissing down my throat.

But I started to feel hungry pretty soon. Making me drink a lot of water throughout the day.

Luckily enough, I was able to get a bit of his sticky cum on my fingers and hands, when it would leak out of my pussy, so at least I could suck on my fingers, licking them clean to get a little nourishment.

It surely was not enough to sustain me, but at least I was able to get something.

So, to get a decent meal, I would try to go up to him and put my mouth around his cock all day, but he either growled, snapped, jumped away or grabbed me by the collar to drag me into my doggy bed.

I even tried to crawl over to him like a whiny dog and that didn't work neither. I begged and whimpered, lying on my back on the floor but he just ignored me.

Only after three days he finally came to me, pushed me onto my back and pressed his erect cock against my face, like he was going to let me suck him off.

So I eagerly opened my mouth, wrapped my lips around his warm cock and started to suck it with extreme excitement, feeling relieved and grateful that he was going to feed me again.

I was so hungry that I almost had to cry out of relief, so I took his cock as good as I could, trying to give King my finest blowjob.

But as I started to take his cock deep into my throat, he pushed it in even further and released a very relieved growl and started to urinate down my throat.

He spent almost a minute pissing a heavy stream down my throat, then pulled his cock out of my mouth and walked away.

By the time he was done I was completely out of breath, gasping for air and I was very disappointed, but at least my hungry feeling was gone for a while again.

King ended up ignoring me again during the next few days. But he resumed his nasty habbit to use me to relieve himself and piss down my throat about 4 or 5 times each day.

He didn't urinate anywhere but down my throat. So my belly was almost constantly bloated, full and sloshing with King's piss.

And he must be pissing a gallon a day. It was almost too much for me. Making my breath smell like piss and I belched up urine a little every now and then when I was just too full.

My burps tasted like dog piss and made me swallow his urine again. I didn't like it at all, but I didn't dare to refuse. It was the only way to get some kind of nutrition now.

Either way, he was now so fast and exceptionally skilled in man-handling me, that he was able to force me down and force his cock into me within seconds, without the need of my cooperation at all.

So I figured I really needed to start buying food for myself again. Initially, I stopped buying myself food to save money, but I guess a little food wouldn't really harm my savings anymore.

So, even though I was used to getting fed by King and to save me from a clash with King, I adopted this way of living.

But I was practically starving now, so I had to start buying normal food again.

Unfortunately, even after finally trying to place an order for food for my weak self, I learned that my lawyer was going to stay being difficult about it.

He promptly noticed my orders and didnt aprove of them, so he canceled them. Surely that expensive collar should prove that the fund was well used right?

But he noted that first the vet had to come in this month to check on King.

So, craving for food, I figured I needed to drink a lot of fresh water every day, trying to get some minerals. But as King was already filling me up, I had to pee all day long myself.

Almost constantly drinking and urinating, really making these days debilitating and hopelessly repetitive.

Without food I had to find ways to save energy and dont waste any of my strength on anything other than trying to get my sperm meals out of King's cock.

I was starting to get pretty weak and hungry. I was down to only about 70 pounds.

I was getting a bit frustrated about my lawyer. How could I explain to him that I needed ways to get food for myself?

Sure, I could just go out to get some food, like anyone else, but I decided some time ago to not buy myself any food, making these days very awkward and hard to carry myself through.

But I should be able to use my own money to buy food at least? Maybe he didn’t understand that the money we put into the fund was all the money I had.

So yeah, I was the one signing for the contracts, so I should have known better and not put all my money into the fund.

But he also clearly must have gotten the messages I actually sended him about the collar by now, but just didnt respond to them at all.

And why didn't the new card arrive with the mail yet? It had my name on it, so it should have been in my possession and I should be able to buy things with that card no matter what.

So unfortunatly, I couldnt leave the house even if I had that card now because of the electric shocks the collar would give me. But at least it would enable me to order something online.

It started to make sense to me, that some things had really worked out terribly. And I started to think my lawyer might have deliberately ignored my messages.

Why didnt he reply to my messages about the collar, but did find the need to cancel my orders?

Oof, I was so ashamed of my own naive foolishness and started to see that I probably made the most stupid mistakes of my life.

I guess my own unorganized, overexcited and shy mind got me into this situation.

I guess I had to pull myself together and seriously confront him about these things to set things straight, but I was a mess now. And I realized that I was the one desperately trying to rely on someone else.

It was my mistake to put all my trust into him, letting him put all my money into the fund. He was very nice and supporting, but I guess my money wasnt meant for me at all anymore.

Well, nobody was running away with my money, even my lawyer wasn't allowed to, but I guess it was all about King and King was also all I had for now.

I just hoped that the vet would come by soon. I needed to get to that next step and be able to order things for myself. Else I would need to find a way to cancel the Trust-Fund.

I didn't even have the energy to walk all day, so I usually crawled to get to King.

He kept on fucking me, but he only fucked me 2 times every day at most, but he was getting rougher and rougher while he did. He didnt seem to care about scratching me or injuring me at all.

King man-handled me and forced me down as he roughly jumped onto me and clamped his teeth around my neck, biting down on the collar and pushing my head down to the floor to fuck me hard and deep.

His huge cock felt great as it stretched my pussy, but his knot still hurted and with my neck between his powerful jaws and face forcefully pushed against the floor I just couldn't seem to reach an orgasm.

He also pulled his knot out of me harder and faster after he was done, really tearing me apart.

He would then run around frantically and playfully, sometimes even dragging me around by the collar as his playtoy to fuck again in every corner of the house.

Sometimes he would pull his knot out so fast that I would be pulled backwards and I would scrape my cheeks on the floor, while he pulled me backwards.

Or he would jump up and make me lose balance and get slinged around to fall to the floor, making me hit the ground hard with my hips or knees.

Even though King's cum also gushed out of my pussy after he would pull his knot out of me, I also wasn't allowed to catch any of it.

With the hungry feeling I had all day, I had a hard time handling King's energy and get ready for King's rough hammering.

It seemed so unfair that King could orgasm every day multiple times and I hadn't had an orgasm in months.

I was hardly able to enjoy the sex we had anymore, even though I was still craving for an orgasm more and more.

And as King was constantly at my side, I was also not able to try to enjoy some time with myself. He would bite me when he would see me even slightly touch my pussy.

I ended up having to follow King, constantly trying to get my mouth on his cock instead of getting fucked in the hopes of getting some cum to swallow.

I was too tired and my mind was getting out of focus, so I didn't know what else to do. I realized that my situation and relationship with King had become seriously bad.

I had no clothes to keep me warm, no access to money, and until I figured out how to remove the collar, I was locked in my home.

So I was completely dependent on my dog ​​for sustenance. But frustratingly, all I got to swallow these days was his urine.

I was actually completely at his mercy. I even had to lay next to him whenever I had the chance to keep my weakened body a little warm.

But I just didn't know what to do other than waiting for the vet to come by so I could get one step closer to being able to access my money.

My shy and introvert personality also really made it more and more awkward to reach out and get help to get me out of this situation.

Sure, King has always distracted me from the memories about the hard times I had, but these days, he actually ended up being the hardest problem to deal with.

At this point I really couldn't find a suitable way to explain my situation to anyone. It was hopeless, but I had to find ways to fix this myself.

So, even though I also started to feel really doubtful about contacting Mr. Canis as this all was such an awkward thing to mention, I told him about my clothing problem.

It used to be a big deal, but now it was just the least of my problems, though I had to mention my clothing problem to try and change things for the better.

But after getting ignored again and after a really uneasy week, the vet finally came to my house. This was definitely not going to go well, but I was really hopeful about it.

As I was too scared to reach out to anyone, I was actually glad someone got to see me.

I had nothing to wear, still waiting for Mr. Canis to reply to my texts explaining my problems.

And I was so hungry that I really couldnt focus on anything as I could barely get through the days.

But I answered the door completely naked again, with King next to me. I was somewhat relieved that the vet was a woman.

She was an attractive latin woman with dark brown hair, not too tall herself, about 5 feet 5 inches, somewhat sturdy and perhaps in her early thirties.

She didn't seem too intimidating, she actually had a quite calm appearance, although she did have a sharp, cold and stern look.

I was about to explain my nakedness, but she interrupted me to tell me that Mr. Canis had already explained that I was a strict nudist.

I think that is as much of a lie as the actual truth right now.

The vet’s name was Dr. Vivian López and she immediately went to work, examining King.

She admired how big, tall and healthy he seemed, although she couldn’t determine exactly what breed his parents might have been.

King was measured to now weigh 225 pounds, and she even measured his jawline, which was almost 9 inches long and 12 inches wide.

King didn’t seem to mind her touching him and he remained fairly calm and well-behaved. It was like they already knew each other.

Luckily, she used a little local anesthetic before drawing blood so King didn’t even notice.

King's examination apparently only took a little over half an hour.

So she was about to call in an end to the checkup and said there would be some lab work she would have to do now and she had to get back to her office.

Stating she would email the results to both me and Mr. Canis, I was a little frustrated when Dr. López said she was all done.

Didn't anything about me draw her attention? I was a mess! I was becoming really weak and skinny as I was practically starving.

Besides, even though I was trying to cover up as many of the scratches on my skin, I found it hard to believe she didn't catch a glimpse of them.

And to the worse of my luck, my pussy had been leaking out King's cum, so I had to keep wiping it away. But because King wouldnt allow me to touch myself, he growled every time I did.

Which really added up, making the whole visit very awkward. Because every time I stealthily tried to wipe King's cum away, King's angry growls created an embarrassing silence.

Maybe she was just trying to be polite to not mention the scratches and pretend she didn't notice any of it, but I actually needed it to get her attention!

Eager to make it draw her attention I finally stopped covering up the scratches, posing before her with my hands resting on my narrow hips, while letting the cum run down my legs.

I must have looked so filthy, but I couldn't care. I needed her help.

Mrs. López finally only noted the collar I was wearing. She said that although it looked cute on me, it really did belong to my dog.

I was about to explain why I was wearing the collar when King, who had been very good during the vet's visit, suddenly grabbed me by the collar and pulled me to the ground.

A moment later he was on top of me with his balls on top of my face and covering my eyes and pressed his huge cock against my lips.

I heard him growl and I knew I had no choice. I opened my mouth and King immediately forced his big cock down my throat.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me a second time when someone was watching. But I didn't dare to protest.

He pushed forward, pushing his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat and then started to relieve himself.

I couldn't see Mrs. Lopez as my eyes were covered with King's balls, but I knew she was still there as I heard she was startled as I heard her mockingly say "Eww, so gross!"

I felt the warm piss squirting heavily down my throat and I had to swallow again and again, preventing my face getting soaked and choke on his piss.

His thick and hairy sheet was crammed in my mouth and made it really hard and nasty for me to breathe, but I did my best to get myself through this.

It felt like he had been pissing for a minute or more and my stomach was already sloshing by the time I couldnt handle the heavy stream of piss anymore.

I started to gag and squirt out his piss through my mouth and nose, desperately gasping for some air, while getting my face and eyes drenched in his salty dog urine.

Finally he stood up and trotted away, leaving me there on the floor with my head and hair soaked in a puddle of his urine, spluttering and gasping for air with my belly full of his warm piss.

Mrs. López had closely witnessed all this, standing barely 5 feet away. I couldnt really see an expression on her face as my sight was blurred. But the silence was painful.

My face was red with humiliation and I tried to look up, crying the salty urine out of my eyes and explained that I didn’t want this to happen but didn't know how to stop King from doing this.

It felt like a lame excuse, but docter López didn’t seem to actually care. She said that it was her job to make sure King was healthy and happy and she was all done doing the checkup.

So, whimpering I asked if she would help me., trying to sound as humble as I could. Only promptly getting a strict "No' as an answer.

Then she added in a cynical tone, that evidently King found me of great use as a handy pocket toilet.

And added that I should just keep myself open and accept it, apparently annoyed by my whining and desperate cry for help.

If I stopped or protested against King and he would experience unnecessary stress it will be reported as bad behavior by the caretaker, the vet added chuckling.

If Mr. Canis thought that I wasn’t taking good care of King, I would no longer be allowed to be his caregiver. And that I surely didnt want to make that a problem.

Wow! I couldn't believe what was just said. I couldn't believe her lack of concern for me! Instead of help, I was treated like trash, a slut for dogs perhaps and was bluntly left to my fate.

While I was lying on the floor, torn and shocked, my mind went blank. I started to realize the reality of my situation.

It was all about King now and I was subjected to be used in whatever way King wanted! My anger was raging inside of me, but I was too tired, so all I could do was cry it out.

In response to the occurance, she said that she would give me a few tetanus injections, just in case, as this was a preventative medicine against a possible infection.

I assumed she might be right, but I mostly just had to let it happen. I was too shocked and worn out by the whole situation to object in any way.

So I just took all these injections she gave me that were apparently necessary.

And even though they actually seemed to make me feel a little at ease, a little less weakened, there wasnt anything that was going to calm my mind.

So, all I could do was stare at the ceiling. Laying on my back with my head in the pool of King's urine, losing all my self-worth.

Dr. López left shortly after and told me that she informed Mr. Canis about her visit and would come back every other week to check on King.

After she left, I immediately tried to contact Mr. Canis about her attitude. But I couldnt find my phone anymore.

I could not believe it! I was sure I left my phone on the charger! I was certain I left it there, I was absolutely sure. This was all getting really distressing now.

This wasn't right! This was bad, really bad. But it was gone, she took my phone!

However, I didn't have time to get a grip on the rapidly worsening situation I was in, as King was barking loudly from the kitchen.

No King! I shouted. Not now! I had to contact anyone right now, the police for all I knew. Luckily, King wasn't literally on top of me so I had to take this chance to handle this right now.

So I tried to ignore King to get on my computer and get online to contact emergency services while I could.

Just a minute! I cried out to King, gripped by terror. I was angry and scared, my hands trembling like crazy, but managed to quickly get behind my desk, turn on my computer and get myself online.

I figured that I needed to be really fast and to the point. I just needed to send a quick message to the police, before King would get mad.

But in my state of distress, I had a hard time to focus and get to the right place.

My face and hair were still soaked with King's urine, leaking on the furniture and blurring my sight as it dribbled all over my face and into my eyes.

Above that, I also heard King's barks turn into angry growls, but it didn't stop me from trying to contact the police.

Oh snap! My security cameras! I thought to myself. Surely I could use them to prove what happened. I quickly opened up the app on my pc to download the recordings.

Yes. That is it! They are going to prove their value after all. Luckily, the recordings were very easy to access and stored online.

So, I was sure these recordings were going to be hard evidence and get me out of my terrible situation.

Realizing I could consequently lose King, I paused and hesitated for a moment, but I promptly went on to contact the police in the online chat I found.

I had to get help and report about the stolen phone. Plus, I had to get my collar off, so I could leave the house.

So I guess I would also have to try to report my lawyer, even though I wasn't sure exactly what I could accuse him off.

But I had to try something, even though I didnt have any clear evidence for him doing me any wrong. Though I was sure they would understand.

Above all, the veterinarian was a thief, she robbed me! I've even got her on camera! Sure, I was fully exposed in the images, but that didn't bother me at this point.

I started to feel so sure that I would regain control over my life and delighted that I finally got over myself to reach out for help!

Right there, I started to actually develop a strong sense of independent freedom. I should have reached out for help way earlier. Why has this been so hard for me all this time?

Now, the truth and a genuine, open cry for help were just a few clicks away. I switched back to the browser to chat with the police online and typed "Hi" to open up the conversation.

So focussed on the chat, I didnt catch King sneaking up on me. And before I knew what was happening, I hit the ground hard.

King then grabbed my neck between his jaws to forcefully tug me around. He was enraged!

He then tossed me aside to get himself past me to get below the desk and swept the pc of its place with his paws, destroying it as if he was trying to dig a hole in it.

He then grabbed the cables between his jaws, disconnecting them from the pc and violently tugged on them, making them snap in two where nails were attaching them to the wall.

That was it. My heart skipped a few beats and I took in what seemed my last breath. Any chance I had to contact other people was gone...

I was stuck in this house with King. Who was more energetic and angered than ever.

Though, I was getting weaker by the hour, because my dog, my caretaker didnt want to feed me anymore.

So I was scared and my mind was empty, only having my stomach full with King's urine.

His urine was the only thing that was able to keep me warm. As I was completely torn and out of energy.

I was so messed up, my life a complete mess and I didnt have any hope for a chance to change anything about it anymore.

Now I couldnt access any help and neither my money, which wasn't intended for me to use either way.

Frantically I tried to pull on the collar, but I knew it was hopeless, as I have tried to get it off multiple times before.

I just was not strong enough, and surely wouldn't be today. I only got weaker and weaker.

Even though practically all the doors in the house were removed, all doors seemed to be closed for me now.

King was the only one who could change anything for me I guess, as the last person I took a chance to rely on, left me here like trash and even stole my phone.

But I told myself that my lawyer might just help me if I could explain my story properly.

As I was dragged into the kitchen by King to feed him, I wasnt even trying to walk on my own.

I could only cry my soul out, so without any spirit, I was just dangling below King, the collar around my neck grabbed in his jaws.

I guess I would just have to keep up caring for King as good as I could and keep him happy, until Mr. Canis would show up.

I would just hope he would show up before the vet would, as surely she would be back for another check up.

And confronting Mrs. Lopez again, knowing about the phone she took will be very difficult.

I always felt weak and insecure and it surely will be another devastating blow to my confidence having to let her into my house.

But surely she would be back.

Eventually, after who knows how many days, my lawyer actually came by and stood at my door.

He said that he had to come by to announce something, apparently concerning me. But he started out talking about the veterinarian.

So I thought that it must be about the phone she took. Maybe I was overreacting and it was a mistake after all.

But he informed me that in response to the attitude I showed towards King during the vet's visit, and adding the condition she found me in, she had found me unable to care for King.

Apparently I was trying to object to King and go against his wishes. The lawyer wondered why I would do so, as I have been very supportive for King, actually starting the fund in the first place.

Mr. Canis didn't explain to me exactly what my behavior would have been, but it was again to shamefull for me to actually explain that King was pissing down my throat right in front of the veterinarian.

If I would try to stop King from doing so, surely that wouldn't qualify as objective behavior, right?

But then the lawyer added that along with the irrational request to get money out of the fund, he was forced to remove me as a trustee of the fund.

He ensured me that this decision was all by law and that this is how Trust-Funds work, unfortunately for me.

So, I would be denied any access to the money in the fund. And he then quoted the documents reading that this would mean I would need to be evicted from this property, as I was not allowed to be near King.

I had to let that sink in, not knowing what this would mean for the future. I surely couldn't lose my house over this, right?

But Mr. Canis strictly stated that he had to take possession of the keys immediately, as this house was currently the accommodation in use for King and it was mandatory that he kept having access to it.

I complained and cried out to Mr. Canis that this was not what I wanted when I set this all up, but apparently the wording of the legal documents I signed stated otherwise and I didn't follow the rules.

So I told him about the dreams I used to have, which only recently came back to life, but were impossible to pursue in my current situation.

I told him about the thick collar around my neck, which surely must have caught his eye and I told him that I should have gotten my bank card by now.

Beggingly I continued and told him about my craving for food and that all my money was actually in the fund and I would lose everything if I would be evicted.

I pulled myself up and I even cried out, overcoming my shyness and confessed that King, my dog was assaulting me every day, and I couldn't stop him!

Fully paralyzed by rage, I followed up by telling him that the vet is a thief and she stole my phone!

A little staggered by my anger, Mr. Canis apologized to me, being sorry to learn that King was so rough on me.

But he ensured that he would keep on taking care of King as that is what the fund is paying him for.

And a little at loss what to reply on, he pulled out the bank card out of his pocket, showing it to me, chuckling awkwardly.

Apologizing again, he ensured me that he would of course also have to take care of the collar, asking me if it wasn't too tight, wondering how long it has been on my neck already.

I was calmed by the fact that he actually kept his calm and sounded very thoughtful, even though this news was completely devastating.

Maybe he was still willing to help me, even though he just kicked me out of my own fund and I was about to get evicted. Maybe he was right though and this was inevitable and it actually was the right way.

But I tried to focus my complaints. Asking him what options he could give as a solution to this catastrophic situation I was in.

I had to take any opportunity I could to get me out of this situation, maybe I could even keep access to my money, which was now only ment for maintaining King's wellbeing.

But above all, I couldn't get evicted out of my house today. I had to make sure that wouldn't happen.

So I was told there was no way to get out of this or change anything about it unless the legal relationship between me and my dog ​​changed.

I didn't understand, and couldn't really think straight, as I was getting stressed by this overwhelming news and exhausted from the lack of food.

So I asked Mr. Canis to explain what that meant and if this would let me stay in my house. Which the lawyer replied to by saying it was now King's house, according to the documents I signed.

And since King had technically taken possession of my property by the laws protecting him, he had according to some obscure wording of local law, certain legal rights that normally only applied to humans.

The most important thing was that King could marry as a landowner, establish home and having the right to family life.

Thus, if I married my dog, I could get half of King's belongings and was of course allowed to stay on the property again.

The lawyer could not avoid informing me that it should be clear that I would not be King's caretaker. That job had to be reserved for my lawyer now. I would be King's wife.

I laughed distressed when Mr. Canis told me this, but he was actually quite serious. All I had to do was sign these legal documents and King and I would be married.

It was ridiculous to me to marry a dog. But I wasn't ready to lose everything and get evicted out of my own house. However, my situation did not really give me an easy alternative.

Even though it was becoming unbearable that King was using me as his personal toilet 4 times a day and was abusing my little body throughout the days.

Plus, I had to get food. Fortunately, I just received the bank card, so maybe if the internet would be fixed, I could try to order something online.

The lawyer told me that he would look into it to see if he could get the internet fixed and that he would find a work-around so that as King's wife, I would also be able to use money out of the fund.

Ok, it all sounded very unreal. But even though it all seemed very sketchy, it sounded somewhat solid and I had to get to the money or I would eventually starve to death.

Plus, to avoid ending up on the streets and losing my property completely, I had to take any opportunity to prevent that from happening.

I really would not know how to get myself out of that situation and where to go all naked, starved and without any money.

With each passing day my body weakened so I told him to get the paperwork done so that King and I could get married.

Only two days later, the lawyer returned to hand me the legal documents, stating that we were officially husband and wife.

Mr. Canis congratulated me and in response I laughed awkwardly, knowing how silly it sounded.

Though, this would mean that if I get my internet fixed and after the collar would be removed, and would finally end up around King's neck,

all my problems would be over and I would be able to try to return to my normal life.

But this is ridiculous! As I was reading on, there were some clear mistakes filed on the marriage certificate for me and King.

On the marriage certificate, I was listed as a dog and King was declared and listed as a human, Mr. Richard King, instead of the other way around.

I looked at Mr. Canis, asking what this was about. And he bursted out in laughter, telling me that it would surely take some time to undo this, assuming it could be undone at all.

And I would first have to work things like that out with my husband, King. He told me I should learn to communicate about things like that with him.

He was sure the both of us could solve our problems he said mockingly.

And he added that I should be happy that he found this work-around, making sure I could order things with the card again as King's "Puppy"

So legally, I am a dog. I was Mr. Richard King's pet dog. This is so insane!

And Mr. Canis told me that consequently, my working permits, health insurance and any contracts I had have now been revoked and my social security number is invalid.

Legally, I no longer exist as a person and as a pet I have no human rights. So, Nary Lasota no longer existed and I was registered as a dog, just named Puppy.

Mr. Canis turned my life into a nightmare and seemed to be proud of himself doing so, as he had the most sinister smile I have ever seen.

He then petted me by stroking his fingers through my hair, commenting me on the cute collar I was wearing.

Reminding me that I can't leave my house because of the stupid thing and the invisible fence around the property. And there is nothing I can do about it.

This means that King is now legally my husband, my owner, my caretaker.

"All done here for now" Mr. Canis cynically said and wished us a great future and left without showing any remorse.

I couldn't stop crying and layed down curled up in my doggy bed all day until King decided to piss down my throat or drag me onto the ottoman and fuck me.

King, my husband, had decided weeks ago that I was his personal pocket toilet and would only piss when his big dog cock was in my mouth.

He was so much bigger and stronger than me, that I didn't really have any choice. He kept on gaining weight and now weighed close to 230 pounds.

And with my bony 65 pounds, I was nothing compared to King, struggling to keep up with him and far from being even a third of his weight.

My already skinny body had lost over 20 pounds in the past few months because of my diet of only King's cum and piss.

And to make it worse, he hadn't even fed me any of his cum for almost 3 weeks.

He did still fuck me, very hard, but he didn't want to feed me his cum anymore. However, I was really going to need it to survive.

All I was able to consume was the sticky cum on my fingers, which I could sometimes collect after wiping off cum leaking out of my pussy.

I have tried to slurp or lick the cum that had gushed and squirted out of my pussy off the floor, after getting fucked by King.

But King wouldn't let me, first he licked it up himself and later would also pull me away. He acted really aggressively when I tried.

The second time, after King dragged me off the ottoman after a rough fuck, badly weakened, I crawled forwards towards the puddle of cum and started to bend down my head,

but King immediately grabbed me by my collar and dragged me into my doggybed.

The third time I tried, as I was bending down after falling to the floor on my knees with my face to the ground, ready to slurp up some cum, barely able to hold my own weight,

he opened his jaws, gave out a loud bark and pushed his head between my legs and bit down on my pussy and took my whole belly between his jaws and lifted me off the ground.

I had to grab his lower-teeth with my hands and hold myself up to prevent his teeth from sinking deep into my stomach.

Either way, his teeth pushed their way through my skin and some blood trickled down my body. And as bony as I had become,

it really hurted because his teeth would crush down and scrape my pelvic bones. I yelped and whined, expressing my regrets to King and begged him to let me down,

but he wouldn't have any of it. He started to bite down harder, growling, crushing my starving little body more violently every time a whine or sorry came out of my mouth.

And then I started to feel his teeth pierce down through my spine, so I started to sweat from the pain and my belly went numb,

but as Kings hot tongue was constantly throbbing, kneading my still wet and horny pussy, his panting was heating up my body.

So, I started to sink into a strange, but intense heated ecstasy, edging towards an extremely powerful orgasm.

But as I was struggling to keep myself up between his jaws, easing the pain by curling up my legs, clamping down on his lower teeth,

I was getting out of breath and started to faint. Finally, he then walked towards his bedroom, holding me between his jaws and roughly threw me into my doggy ​​bed.

Discarding me like trash to lay there in pain, making me fall down hard. But also so close to an orgasm, leaving me horny and confused.

Afraid of Kings extreme aggressiveness, I didnt dare to masturbate and finish off to this intense climax.

Instead, I looked down at my mauled body, which was all red and bruised. I could still easily see the bitemarks on my belly.

Ouch! For sure that would leave its marks...

After this I realized King was entirely ruling over my life and that I had no other option than to listen to King as best I could. As it felt like he could have easily snapped me in half.

My only hope was to remind him how good it felt to have his cock down my throat, so I constantly followed him as closely as I could. Scurrying after him as he walked through the house.

Every time he stopped, I tried to wrap my lips around his huge swinging cock and suck it eagerly. But without any luck. He wouldn't let me touch his cock anymore.

So he would just push me over, walk right over me, or swipe me out of his way with his mighty paws.

Above that, after getting harsly punished, meeting King's jaws, the last few days, King even stopped spewing me full with his urine again. He was once more completely ignoring me, leaving me weak and cold.

I was starting to become so extremely weak and desperate that I even started staring at his shit.

Thinking about trying to pluck some food out of his massive turds, but I didnt dare to eat from it without Kings blessing and I assumed it would only make me sick anyway.

But finally, after more than 4 weeks without getting a cum meal and endless days of hopelessly trying to clamp down on his cock with my gaping mouth,

he pushed me to the ground and forced his cock deep into my throat and started thrusting relentlessly.

Almost bashing my skull as he was making my head bounce on the floor. But I had to try to keep myself still, tensing my neck.

I had to make sure his cock went as deep as possible. I needed him to orgasm and feed me, so I focussed and adjusted the best I could to his rhythmic and forceful pounding until he would start to orgasm.

Almost out of breath and as my eyes started to feel like popping out, King was finally starting to orgasm and fill my throat up with his cum.

I tried to steady my breath, hold my own and lay tight as long as I could.

Embracing all cum that King started to pump deep into my throat, which he shot almost directly into my stomach.

I was receiving a good pounding and feeding for a few good minutes, until King slowed down his pace and started to fill me up with his healthy sperm.

I was so grateful when he shot his cum down my throat and into my hungry belly, that I was in ecstasy.

I was almost starving to death, extremely weak and hardly weighed 60 pounds, but luckily I finally got to swallow a good load of cum.

I was so grateful to be fed that I started to shed into tears.

Full with appreciation, I was recognizing Kings domination over me, trying to be as grateful as I could be, hugging and kissing him, telling him I loved him.

Thanking my husband and caretaker for the rest of the day. But I was also really tired, confused and mentally devastated about my poor situation.

Completely at Kings mercy I was realizing my survival, whether I lived or not, was completely up to King.

But I was feeling so much better already, really looking forward to getting another meal of King's cum, but I knew I had to work hard for it.

So now I just desperately follow King around and as soon as he sits or lies down, I crawl over to him and start caring for his huge cock. Trying to be as obedient as possible.

Trying to keep his cock wet with my saliva all day long, my lips always tight around his long thick shaft. Trying to avoid having to miss any chance to get fed.

Fortunately, with the mouthfuls of cum he gives me every day again and the gallons of piss he fills me with, I stay full and warm all the time.

I felt really blessed to get some nutrition again and was allowed to stay so close to my husband.

Plus, his cum quickly restored my energy, leaving me craving for more badly.

Moreover, when the vet came by again for King's checkup, I didnt even try to explain my objections and situation to her, as I knew that would probably only make things worse.

Even so, I was too busy caring for King's cock and I was putting most of my attention in it, trying to get cum out of his balls to taste and swallow my food.

So I just tried to ignore her and avoided bothering her. So she won't do anything to make the situation even worse.

Meanwhile, as I was caring for King's erect cock, the vet took a chance to measure the size of his cock and also took a good look at me, measuring my little body.

And in particular, she wanted to take a look at my throat and teeth, commanding me to let her take a close look as if I was at the dentist.

Even though I was very docile, she kept on warning me that if I wouldn't keep King happy, or bother her with my whining, she will have to undertake actions and perform necessary surgical treatments.

She said that she would sedate me and remove or mutilate my vocal cords so that I will never be able to talk or complain again.

She added that she even considered removing my teeth, so that I could take on King's cock more easily, as surely King would like to be able to fuck my throat.

She told me she was nice enough to give King a testosterone booster and added that she also gave King a long-lasting doggy viagra so he would stay happy and eager to fuck my mouth and pussy many times a day.

The effects would last until the next checkup. And I would need a few injections as well she said, to make me crave for King's cock.

Not that I wasn't already eagerly trying to reach an orgasm every day, though never able to get one.

So in addition, I also got a few injections and she said that both of us were going to love the effects, and she explained that as a pet I had no say in the matter either way.

Ensuring me that this was for the benefits of King, as surely he would like me to be more willing.

After getting the injections, I hardly had to wait a minute before I was beginning to feel the effects, as they made a tense warmth rush through my body. Giving me energy and fill me with desire.

I kind of knew the feeling, as it was the same sensation I felt when I got her injections the first time. Only this time it was a lot stronger, the effects hit hard and overwhelmed me.

So within an instant, I was completely focused on King's cock, overly excited to get it inside of me as deep as possible.

Hardly paying attention to anything else, I started to gag myself on his cock, franticly trying to make him orgasm deep inside of me.

And as the effects grew stronger, everything else just faded from my mind. Making me completely trapped in a haze, helplessly but eagerly trying to please King's and my sexual urges.

So that is when Mrs. López left, surely convinced King was being cared for, as she watched me, clearly busy doing so and knowing I would handle the intense duty to obey him and clean after him all day long.

There was no need to point out I wouldnt have any other option anymore, as I was not able to do anything about it.

And only two people know about my situation and it was clear that neither of them were going to help me.

So I was now living my life as King's wife, Puppy the pet dog.

Living our life happily ever after, right?

Part 4: A happy family, right?

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I dont know what the effects of those injections should be, but I started to lose my hungry feeling more than ever before.

I was now always energized, lustful and I always felt like having butterflies in my stomach, especially when King was around.

I was almost put into a paralytic state, my blood rushing through my body. And just the smell of King's cock made my heartbeat rush through the roof.

But above all, the feeling was amazing! So I just wanted more, not caring about anything else. Constantly begging King to give me a little more.

Practically, more was all that I wanted. More, more of King.

I also felt like I hardly slept, as I seemingly didnt really need it and being awake gave me more time to be around King.

Even though I spent nearly every waking hour pleasuring King, almost 20 hours every day, the days still seemed to fly by. Time itself seemed to have slipped away.

Even when King was fucking me for hours every day, it just wasnt enough, I wanted more. I needed to orgasm, and I needed to feel his warm sperm inside of me.

But before I knew it, the 2 weeks seemingly had already passed by and King's personal veterinarian, Vivian López, came back for the next check-up I guess.

However, after she entered the living room, she was accompanied by Mr. Canis and he announced to me that he had some surprising news. Apparently this wasn't just a checkup.

I wasnt really counting the days anyways and apparently they had to come by to look over, arrange and improve some things. It seems that there was something else going on.

They noted that they were thrilled by the fact that King performed way past their expectations and learned that King was very much a success, having me as his pet playtoy right at his side.

So they informed me that King had been raised by their very devoted team at the laboratory where they could experiment with this specific breed of dog.

But they still wondered what the key factors were for this astonishing success and what made me so easily placed in King's submission.

On hearing this, I realized this was all a setup and I was part of their freak experiments. I probably am the experiment! My view on the whole situation shifted drastically.

I helped them create this beast! They have been trying to turn me into a sex slave for a dog from the beginning!

It made me wonder for how long I have been in their sight, making me feel so rather unlucky. But also more sure it wasnt just my fault. They apparently had a whole team to set me up for this.

And well, since it has been some time since I was given the injections, the effects started to drop and upon hearing this news, I started to feel so tormented again and completely burned out.

I was hardly able to stand on my own feet, as my anger tired me out again and my legs started to tremble once more. I had a hard time to not lash out to them, but that would probably make things worse.

Because, what was I able to do anyway? Robert, the lawyer, was almost 2 feet taller than me! plus, he was pretty fit also. And with the collar around my neck, I am sure they would shock me or something.

Plus, even though those injections made me feel energized, I really wasnt. I clearly started to feel weaker again. So I just had to let it all happen. I couldnt risk upsetting anyone.

And even though King fed me his cum again, it clearly wasnt enough to fully sustain me.

So they continued explaining there was another dog raised there, who was King’s older brother, and this other dog was aptly named Prince.

He had been raised and lived in different places, but was moved from house to house because he was so big and hard to control.

Above that, none of the relationships Prince was able to build up with his previous owners, was nearly as successful as King and mine's.

So, thats why they decided that it would do Prince good, if he was brought here to live with me and his brother.

And surely King was going to like it as well, as upon hearing them speak out Prince's name, his head rose up with joy.

Personally, I didn’t like the idea that much at all, unsure what this would mean for my days and my relationship with King, but the vet said that Prince was all set to move into this house.

I had no say in this either way. So the the vet handed me a big bag full of steaks, that was obviously meant for Prince, who I also would have to take care of.

Vivian explained me that the weekly food deliveries would be doubled and she would also become Prince’s veterinarian, which probably also meant more money for her.

Then, a strange man suddenly entered the living room. Confused and embarrassed, I stared up at the odd young man, who had a very eccentric appearance.

He was wearing a tight black shirt that had a fishnet weave and a deep V neck cut, revealing his muscular and hairy chest. His hair was messy and fluffy and he had a weird little mustache.

I gazed at him with shocking surprice and on his turn, he looked me straight into my eyes. His eyes were almost piercing into my soul. So his gaze was shutting my shocked mind down.

He had the most perverted look I have ever seen. His eyes, full of obsession and craving, were fully fixated on me, checking out my weak, naked little body, which was smeared with all kind of juices.

Even though he was kinda hot, putting his obviously masculine body out in display, he really creeped me out. Then I noticed he was carrying a bag full with electronic devices.

Which, as Robert explained, were cameras that were going to be installed in every corner in the house.

He pointed out that even though the current cameras captured plenty of footage and served their purpose, providing them with great footage, they needed to install more and better cameras.

So without any further explanation, the creepy young man started to install cameras all over the place.

And while he was busy doing so, Vivian and Robert began to redecorate the room that was supposed to be King's doggy room, placing large sofas along the walls of the room and added some weird decoratives.

They finished the room up by placing a weird device in the middle of the room. It looked like it was meant to restrain a human. Making the room look like it was some sort of dungeon now.

I guess it all took them about 3 hours. So I couldnt wait for them to leave before attending to King for my food.

Even so, King was constantly distracting me during their visit, as he was abusing me and fucking me anytime he pleased.

This meant that I couldnt really watch them do whatever they were doing in the house. And as I was continuously busy with King, I also didnt really knew if either of them was still around.

At some point I just assumed they were gone as I didnt see or hear them anymore for a while. But they definitely made me lose the feeling that this house was my home, as it clearly wasnt mine anymore.

And neither did King feel like he was on my team at all anymore, now I almost considered him a trespasser.

Though, up to this day, I was still convinced that I was the one raising King, but I guess that wasnt true at all and I was actually the one being raised to be his slut.

Even though I thought I knew King, as he lived with me for almost a year now, he clearly wasnt who I thought he was. Today I learned that he was clearly part of their sick team, that was abusing me.

This really made me despise his behavior and made me a lot less devoted to please him, making the day really dreadful again as he was forcing himself onto me and still being the only source of food for me.

The next morning, Mr. Canis showed up in a van again. King dragged me to the front door to let him out, because he apparently wanted to meet with him outside. So I opened the front door.

Outside, Mr. Canis had already opened the van's rear door. And out jumped a dog that was nearly as big as King and looked almost identical except for having slightly lighter fur.

The new big, fit dog bounded around the yard happily for several minutes before settling down. Then he came over to King and they greeted each other.

Apparently the two big dogs remembered each other very well because they immediately got along, both giving little wags of their tails.

Both me and Robert the lawyer, watched the powerful dogs for a while, which were obviously excited and boosted each others energy even more.

Mr. Canis spoke out to me, commanding me to behave myself and was soon back in the van, driving off. So I went back inside, while King and Prince scampered around in the yard for a while longer.

Not knowing what else to do, I obediently fixed dinner for King and Prince and anxiously hoped that afterwards, King would feed me my meal of cum from his balls, just like on any normal day.

So, when the steaks were ready and King caught the smell of them, he barged into the kitchen followed by his brother.

King pushed me aside, totally fixated on the steaks like I didnt matter to him at all. But I was so grateful that King forced himself onto me right after he was done.

I was happy that King saved me the humiliation of having to beg him for my food in front of the new dog, Prince.

This meant I didnt need to feel so embarrassed doing so. But I was just sucking King off in front of the new dog, who quickly learned what my role and place was in this household.

After that, Prince familiarized himself with the house. Strolling through the house, that didnt have any interior doors anymore. Probably finding a suitable place to claim for his own.

I guessed that Prince would have to sleep on the floor or one of the new couches since King used the only real bed in the house and I slept in King's old doggy bed.

But that night I learned otherwise. King took the bed and Prince dropped down into the doggy bed.

And it was not possible with my barely 60 pound weakened little body to push Prince, a 200 pound dog out of my bed, which he now staked as his own.

Neither would I really try, I didnt dare to upset either of the 2 large dogs.

So I was forced to crawl naked onto the ottoman that was now full with stains and filthy marks, to curl myself up and try to fall asleep.

It wasnt comfortable at all, but since King still wouldnt let me sleep on a couch, at least it was better than having to sleep on the floor.

The next day, I found that a flyer was brought in with the mail. It was an advertisement for a website called PuppyPet-Productions.

On the front page, it had a picture of me with King's huge cock buried down my throat and Prince sitting in the background.

From the angle, I could tell the picture must have been taken by one of the new cameras in the kitchen.

The feeling of embarrassment was surreal and seeing myself on a published work wasnt a delightful "Hey, thats me!"

Even though I already expected this to happen as I was practically enslaved by these freaks, it didnt feel right that they handed a copy to me.

It was as if they were mockingly giving me a confirmation on "Yeah, thats you!" So I started to cry out of misery. Realizing that what I got myself into was a complete nightmare.

But it also made me realize that even though there must be a lot of perverts watching me, I could ask for help by showing myself in front of the cameras, reaching out to anyone who might save me.

So I went on looking through the pictures in the flyer, trying to find out about cameras that I could try to use to face and confront viewers that were maybe willing to help me get out of here.

Even though my relationship with King has always felt rather private, and I really didnt want to be on video in my position.

I believed this actually opened up a window of possibilities for me, particularly considering my current situation. So without any hesitation, I got myself familiar with the locations of the cameras.

But I also realized that I needed to be careful with this. First, I would have to know whether these cameras were streaming live or would only be recordings.

For now I would have to pretend I didnt care about the cameras and ignore them.

But I was hardly able to finish looking through the flyer, as I was interrupted when King grabbed me by my collar and dragged me onto the ottoman to fuck me and made me resume my daily routines.

The next morning I again fixed a meal for the two large dogs. Both of them were done quickly, as they almost swallowed the steaks whole, hardly even chewing.

But this time, after they were done, they both trotted off, leaving me kneeling on the kitchen floor, as I was expecting King to feed me. But this time he didnt.

So I decided to just follow after King, pretending to watch over them a little, but really only trying to suck on King's cock, hoping to be fed.

I was really annoyed by having to go after King again, especially with Prince now in the house. I didnt want to go through all this again and be dominated by this new dog as well.

So, King just ignoring me like that, felt like he made me miss out on a chance to gain some importance in this house when King would show Prince he valued me also.

But he didnt, and just ignored me and made me beg for his attention. I really tried to keep my cool and tried to slip between King's legs without appearing to eager and a begging tool.

But I certainly had learned my lessons and wasn't going to risk getting fed by my only source of nourishment, so I had to keep doing this until King would let me suck his cock.

Which luckily didnt happen that much later. After a good hour, King was apparently a little bored of his brother and decided to pull me down to the floor to let me suck on his cock.

While King was feeding me, Prince watched curiously. And this time, Prince's own big dog cock started to slide out of his sheath, which was nearly as large as King's enormous cock.

I don't know if these things matter to dogs, but while King was the younger brother. King was clearly bigger than Prince in all aspects. Though, it would be hard to tell if this made him jealous or not.

After only a few minutes of caring for King's cock, he started to frantically hump at my throat and pumped a bit of his cum into my stomach until his thrusts made me lose balance and fall to the floor.

But King kept standing besides me, towering over me, spraying his cum all over my body as he looked at Prince. Prince then stepped closer and some sort of silent dog communication was exchanged, I think.

As I got back on my hands and knees, Prince stepped forward until he was also towering over me, with his big cock wobbling in front of me.

He growled and bit my ass hard. Apparently Prince wanted his dog cock sucked as well and King had given Prince his blessing... or whatever dogs do.

I slid my soft, moist lips around Prince's cock and began to suck. I knew that I had no other choice.

I was their bitch and I couldn't risk upsetting one of the big dogs. I just had to take it all again.

So any chance of getting a bit of respect from Prince was already lost, as I was sure this meant that in time, just like King,

he would cross any boundaries that I would have and consider me nothing more then his playtoy.

And I guess there was nothing I was going to be able to do against these 2 large dogs towering over me.

So I tried my best to give Prince my finest blowjob, to just get it over with, so within minutes, Prince's cum was gushing down my throat.

I swallowed all the sticky cum from his balls, each the size of a large apple. And I gulped down what felt like half pint of dog cum before Prince pulled his cock out of my mouth and trotted away happily.

Prince seemed to catch on really quickly to what my role in this house was and he began using me 5 or 6 times each day.

So now hardly an hour went by without a dog's cock in my mouth or pussy. But, at least I was now getting more to swallow every day.

Even though Prince mostly just started to use me for a quick fuck, King was the one actually feeding me. Maybe still showing some affection or care for me.

But I was happy that Prince would allow me to suck on his cock after getting fucked to get some extra food for myself.

Which really helped me prevent getting hungry, as the effects of the injections clearly worked off and the hungry feeling was coming back strongly these last few days.

After a few days and countless hours of peeking at the front door, hoping that either the vet or lawyer would come through, so I could ask about the cameras, Dr. López finally came by for the check-up.

I actually already started to get used to living with the two huge dogs and being completely dominated by them. So I couldn't imagine how the situation could get any worse.

So I took my chances and asked about the cameras. In return, she looked at me with surprise, asking me why I would even care, but comfirmed that they were streaming.

Ofcourse the were streaming, she said mockingly. The world wouldnt want to miss out on any chance to get a good view of me pleasing the dogs, she laughed.

But she added with a very strict tone that she didnt want to hear me whine or complain about anything.

Assuring me that she wouldn’t need much convincing to just mutilate my vocal cords to stop me from doing so.

When Vivian saw how well Prince and King were getting along and how quickly Prince had adjusted to his new home, she said she had some amazing news.

There were three more dogs raised at the lab, named Thor, Apollo and Zeus. And Vivian and Robert were able to re-collect them all from their previous owners.

The three dogs would arrive soon that same day, Vivian said. So, after the vet did a few basic checks on Prince and King, Mr. Canis already arrived in a truck, hauling a trailer.

It was one of those trailers people use to transport horses. Vivian took me to the front yard, and Robert quickly opened the back end and out jumped two large dogs, which he informed me were Thor and Apollo.

Both were about the same size as Prince. Though they werent as bulky as King and Prince. Having a different, more slender build.

Thor had a short, very dark-gray fur with lighter fur on his paws and tail, making him have a very distinctive look.

Apollo's fur was very light gray, almost pure white, which was sharply contrasting against the environment and somewhat blinding when the light would bounce of his sleek, shiny fur and meet your eyes.

Even though the fur on both these dogs was very distinctive, their matching size and shape really suggested they were brothers as well. As they were also clearly getting along with eachother very well.

Then the third dog stepped out, Zeus.

My eyes widened when I saw him, as the sight of him almost paralyzed me. And my heart started to pound in my chest.

Zeus was the largest dog I had ever seen. He was even bigger than King. He must have weighed at least 275 pounds. His fur was solid, pitch black and he was gigantic.

He also seemed to be a slightly different breed than King and Prince, as his legs where a lot longer than theirs, having shorter pitbull legs.

Zeus was towering proudly over all of them. But he trotted up to me and he seemed to be almost as tall as me! Even though I wasnt even 4 feet 8 inches tall.

But as he walked right up to me, I saw that he was actually taller than me, as his pointy ears clearly peaked out above me.

And as the huge dog stretched his neck and lifted his head up he was actually able to look down at me, making me freeze and silently scream out of fear. So my hearth rate went through the roof.

He dominantly jumped forwards and barked at me, right in my face. Then he pushed his wet snout into my face, making it practically an order. Making me feel so miserable and I feared getting assaulted.

Shivering with fear, I started to cry as I felt so small and weak. And so full with agony, out of fear for my life, I became really dizzy.

Completely intimidated by Zeus, I fell down to my knees. And I didnt even dare to look up to Zeus, who towered over me as I knelt there in shock and submission.

Zeus immediately saw my place here... I was the bitch and he was the leader.

With my head down, I barely reached the height of his chest and Zeus was able to walk right over me, only stopping when his huge balls, as big as a horse's, slammed against my head.

He then started to relieve himself and urinated on me, soaking me in more than a gallon of piss.

I was so humiliated and put in my place, quivering in distress, but I wasnt even able to cry out any tears, because there was more dog piss to wipe away than actual tears coming from my eyes.

As I was only able to stare at the grass, to frightened to look up, I was only able to hear the heavy panting of Zeus and the mocking laughter of Mr. Canis and Mrs. López.

They were laughing and joking to each other as they got back into their vehicles to drive away, leaving me behind with these terrifying dogs, helplessly subjected to their aggressive behavior.

I was sure I couldnt handle this, I needed help and I needed it now. All these dogs were so big, but Zeus really made me feel so extremely fragile. I was really not sure about my safety with him around.

When Zeus was done marking me as his bitch, he went on his way to claim this house for his own. But I wasnt left there alone for long.

Thor and Apollo immediatly rushed towards me to take their chance to check me out for themselves.

They roughly pushed me around, as they were sniffing and licking me all over from head to toe. Ofcourse, particulary interested in my pussy, almost scraping the skin off it with their rough tongues.

Then they each took a chance to jump me to fuck me. But neither of them really got a good shot at me as they were practically fighting each other, taking turns to frantically fuck my pussy.

This seemed to go on for a good hour or so, until they had both finally managed to knot me and fill my womb with their sperm. All right in my front yard.

As I was finally able to get up, I immediately heard deep demanding growls coming from inside the house. Making me break down in anxiety, making me desperate to scream out for help. I couldnt handle this!

But I realized that no one was going to hear me anyway, as my voice never had much power and I lived very secluded, surrounded by a lot of trees.

Above that, I was too afraid of Zeus and really didnt want to upset him, so I just quietly squealed out in distress, my eyes fixated on the front door, my way back into the house.

So I then quickly ran inside to get myself ready to do whatever these dogs were demanding. Luckily, it was just King together with Prince, demanding their steaks.

So I was quickly done fixing them food. Then I was able to remind myself to get in front of the cameras to ask for help from any of the perverted viewers.

I was happy that I was clearly able to speak out my troubles into the streaming cameras, so I got close to the cameras making them really focus on me.

I expressed my distress and explained that this wasnt what I wanted and I needed help to get away from the dogs, explaining my situation and talk about the collar that was stuck around my neck.

But as I was strolling through the house, going from camera to camera, the dogs were constantly following me. Curious about my unusual behavior, but ofcourse not at all saving me from any harrasment.

I was practically unable to get into view without a dog trying to jump me or eat my pussy out with their drooling tongues. Constantly interrupting my cries for help.

So I quickly learned that all the dogs were all very eager to dominate and harass me, even though Zeus immediately established himself as the pack leader. As even King opted to be second to Zeus.

Which unfortunatly didnt mean anything good for me. As King apparently now felt a lot less devoted to feed me that day.

So, a little angered with King, I tried to take my chances with the other dogs, trying to suck out as much cum out of their cocks after they fucked me.

Though, I really tried to avoid Zeus, as he was way too scary. Luckily, he didnt bother himself with me too much and didnt try to fuck me yet. It seemed that he was more occupied by leading the pack.

But I learned that neither of these dogs were so devoted to feed me as King used to be.

So I guess I made a mistake and started to feel hungry soon, having to miss out on my daily dose of King's cum that day.

Plus, I was now forced to clean up a lot of mess and shit in the garden, as the massive turds from the five dogs quickly piled up. Making me spend a lot of energy by doing so.

Fortunately, their shit was pretty solid, but I think some piles of shit must weigh about 10 pounds, which were most likely from Zeus.

So I had to essentially use both hands to shovel them up to flush them away in the toilet.

Unfortunately, the dogs would not leave me alone while trying to dispose their waste, as they were constantly pushing me around, making every step tricky.

To avoid getting knocked over and drop their shit, I just had to use both hands to not drop their turds. One hand to hold the little shovel, the other to keep it from falling off.

This made the whole job really nasty, but ofcourse didnt stop me from getting knocked over every now and then. So I became really dirty by the end of the day.

In addition, I was constantly kept busy feeding them their steak and I thought I really needed to brush them. So it was all costing me quite a bit of energy.

Fortunately, I had regained some strength in the last few weeks, and got my weight back to 65 pounds, but I guess I had to work hard to get food for myself now.

And I hoped that I could make things right with King, whatever was bothering him.

Luckily, by the end of the day, I found some time to actually take a shower, clean myself up a bit before trying to find a place to sleep. Unsure if my little ottoman would still be available.

That night, Zeus took the bedroom, while King, claiming his doggybed again finally decided to finally sleep in it. Prince, Thor and Apollo all slept on the couch in the living room.

Unsure where I was able to sleep, I tried to curl myself up on top of the ottoman. Luckily none of the dogs seemed to care, as they fell asleep pretty quickly either way.

So, finally able to get some rest after this exhausting day, I quickly fell asleep myself.

Before I was able to let out a yawn, the next day quickly turned into a very demanding chore, as all the dogs were onto me really fast as soon as I was woken up by their loud barks.

All the dogs were immediately all over me, hardly letting me wake up and figure out what was happening. Before I could react to them, they were already pushing their snouts between my legs and violating me.

The dogs were all very eager to be the first to claim me as their bitch that day, aggressively pushing me around to force me into a good position to fuck me.

Now, even King seemed to be just as eager as the other dogs, trying to be the first to jump me and tie with me, as if being last in line would hurt his ego.

Luckily for him, he really knew how to dominate me, so it wasnt hard for him to be first in line, as he got me into submission without hardly any effort.

But after King's quick fuck, the other dogs jumped on me a soon as King was off me, having learned from him as they watched King fuck me.

All other dogs, except Zeus. Zeus just stood in the background, watching over the other dogs. Watching me getting violated and turned into a mess with a womb full with doggy cum.

And I hardly had any time to wrap my mouth around one of the cocks around me, to try to not miss out on any chance to get some breakfast for myself.

But as the 4 dogs pumped me so full with cum, which felt like a full pint that was constantly gushing out of my pussy, lubricating it, I couldnt help getting in heat myself.

Getting fucked really stimulated me and even though my belly was constantly growling, it made my pussy even more hungry, craving for more stimulation to reach an orgasm.

But as always, I was so close to an orgasm, but not able to reach it. So I was left to lay there on top of the little ottoman, that was now also my bed.

Though, after all the dogs were done fucking me, King decided to force himself onto me to urinate deep in my throat while the other dogs were watching.

With all the cum in my womb and King's piss in my stomach I was laying there on my back looking like I was 6 months pregnant again, with my own bladder about to burst as well.

I was so full, spluttering out piss and leaking cum all over my little bed, drenching the fabric with all kind of juices.

Furthermore, as I was in full heat and didnt have my morning toilet visit yet and as exhausted as I was, I couldnt help but relieve myself right there as well. The fabric was ruined anyway I thought.

Luckily the dogs were all done and gave me a break to recover. But I knew it wouldnt be long before they would demand their morning steaks.

And I just hoped they would not follow after King and decide to piss down my throat as well.

Luckily, they all just throtted off. But unfortunately, even though the other dogs all ran out of sight, it was deeply unsettling, but Zeus was still there.

Silently, but dominantly watching over me, fixated on me with his piercing eyes. So I quickly turned around, as if I could bury my head into the fabric of the ottoman.

As I was laying there, petrified, too scared to actually look at Zeus, I wouldnt even know if he was still there, if it wasnt for the heavy panting, that got louder every minute.

Unsure how long I remained there, hoping for Zeus to go away, the other dogs started barking in the background, probably demanding their food.

Zeus then started to circle around the ottoman, obviously horny, as his huge red cock slid out of his sheath a good 14 inches.

It was dangling below him, and only barely missing my head every time it swung past my face.

He was so big that I was sure his cock wouldnt ever fit in my cunt. As I could just barely handle King's huge cock and that was always a little painful.

But I was now very close to getting fucked by him, that was certain. So I braced myself for the worst.

Still desperately hoping that Zeus will change his mind or something, he slammed his body down on mine, pretty much suffocating me as he pressed me into the ottoman.

He was obviously experienced as well, as he quickly found my pussy hole, which was still leaking juices.

But as I expected, his cock was way too thick and long, unable to be forced inside of my cunt deep enough, which really frustrated Zeus. As he seemed to be very eager to knot me as well.

So he then pulled his cock out of my pussy and managed to get his huge red cock into my ass.

As this was kind of new to me, when penetrated, a stab of pain hit me as my ass was stretched to the limit and I started to get dizzy, almost fainting.

His cock then started to grow out to be 10 inches thick but he managed to ram it all the way inside me, stretching my poor asshole to the limit.

I cried, whimpered and screamed as I was laying on the ottoman while the pounding of Zeus's gigantic cock nearly turned me inside out, as I was hopelessly trying to stay conscious.

Zeus's knot really is lot bigger than King's. I think it grew out to become 14 inches thick, the size of a big oversized softball.

So as his knot started to swell bigger, even though Zeus was far from done, I really couldnt bare with his size any more.

My ass was stretched too violently and with his weight crushing me while hammering at my asshole, I couldnt stay conscious and everything just went black.

King would always yank his knot hard out of my pussy, which was always a little painful, but he would never leave it stuck inside of me.

But even though I could hardly handle his knot, I was always so eager to stay knotted for a while. Because I knew that I could reach an orgasm if King would just keep his knot inside, just for once.

But King never did, though this time was different. I dont know why, but this time King wasnt pulling his knot out of me for some reason. I didnt really understand what was going on.

But I guess King was actually being nice and cared about me. So, for some reason, I started to feel energized. I knew King loved me and I knew that eventually he would show his affection to me.

This is what I was waiting for for so long. So I was ready to reach an orgasm this time. Nothing was going to stop that from happening now. This was a dream cumming true.

But when I came by, Zeus was almost reaching his orgasm, but Zeus was still ramming his cock back and forth with his knot deep and hard inside my ass.

And as I came back to senses, I started to feel the torment I went through again. It felt like I was about to break my bones as the knot was constantly pressing against the bones in my pelvis.

Plus, as Zeus was pretty much cumming, it grew bigger fast and I think he was actually really unable to pull it out of me.

So, because Zeus was not quite finished with thrusting and ramming, I was flung back and forth on the ottoman the whole time, flopping around like a ragdoll.

Zeus certainly was not kind-hearted and he did not care for the pain and bruising it caused me.

But after he was finished thrusting, his knot was completely locked inside my asshole and he wanted to turn around and stand ass to ass.

But as light and portable as I was, Zeus took a step forward too far and yanked me off the ottoman.

I had to catch myself to prevent my head hitting the ground and had to try to hold myself up with my arms to ease the pain, as my shoulders didnt even reach the floor.

Even though this hurted like hell and I almost fainted again, I tried to get through it, with the raw fear of more darkness rushing through my body.

I dangled down with my head resting on the floor, bearing the weight that I couldnt hold up with my arms and hung with my legs up besides Zeus body.

I was trying to hold myself up, leaning on my elbows, tensing all my muscles and gasping for air. As I was panting heavily, almost losing consciousness again.

I had to use all the acrobatic skills I had and I even bit my teeth in an attempt to maintain myself in this painful headstand pose.

The enormous knot brutally pressed against my bones and it felt like my intestines and flesh were being mangled and crushed.

Luckily, Zeus didn't find this too comfortable either and finally decided to lie down.

However, he turned around again, making my legs get stuck behind his legs, causing me to get curled up between his legs.

But I tried to spin myself around and wiggle myself onto my stomach, so I would not have to look Zeus into his eyes while trying to regain some control.

So I was now lying with my legs wide apart on my stomach with Zeus sitting on my ass while his thick cock was pumping cum into my ass.

Unfortunatly, I didnt realize this wasnt really the best position to get myself in.

Because his cock was so large and with all the pressure on my body, it was constantly rubbing against my abs, squeezing them to mush.

Plus, with all the pressure on my stomach, I couldnt help it, but I had to throw up, as the pressure on my abdomen was way too much.

I had to keep this up for another 30 minutes or so, until Zeus decided to stand up after a few more impulsive thrusts, bashing his knot into my abs and abdomen, squeezing them against the floor.

I tensed all my muscles to make sure I could endure the pain and not faint away again, as Zeus yanked me off the floor.

But his knot had become a lot smaller and as he stood up, so it flopped out of my ass, giving out a loud snapping and popping sound. So finally, all the pressure on my bones and body was gone.

But it made me fall down to the floor again, hitting it hard with my belly. So I smacked flat to the floor, making me squirt out a mixture of his sperm, my ass juices and blood.

It splashed all over the floor and ottoman, and Zeus had pumped so much cum inside of me that I just kept on gushing out more and more. It was so much that I started to feel it pool up against my legs.

Plus, Zeus kept standing above me for a while to keep on squirting more of his doggy sperm all over my body, as I was laying there as a wreck, too afraid to do anything.

So I ended up with my legs, back, neck and hair completely drenched in cum.

By the time he decided to throt off, I was still a trembling, sweaty and bloody mess...

Though, Zeus didn't seem to care. Completely blind to the torment I had to go through today, he strolled into the backyard, proud and happily.

Being fucked by Zeus sure hurted like hell, but it also seemed to make me so extremely horny. But as the feeling of immense emptiness hit me again, I was also reminded of how hungry I was today.

With his cock filling up my intestines, I actually didnt feel hungry as it was completely filling me up.

But now, finally having a break from the rough violation of my pussy and ass, constantly penetrated, I remembered how hungry I was and so were the other dogs.

So even though I was still recovering, having lost consciousness barely an hour ago, I had to get back on my feet to feed the dogs and do my job.

I couldnt risk getting jumped by one of the dogs again, as surely that would ruin my body. So I had to feed them to keep them busy and happy for a while.

Maybe giving them a little extra so that they will be a bit sluggish and lazy. As I definitely needed time to recover from the introduction with Zeus today.

As I stood up, my whole body was covered in sticky juices, as I have been laying in the pool of cum Zeus created all around me for quite some time.

But I immediately felt how weak I was, after getting so roughly violated by Zeus. So I got light headed as soon as I started to walk, which told me that I just couldnt stay up.

So I decided to crawl, to prevent myself from fainting again. Luckily my house wasnt so big, so the kitchen wasnt out of reach. I will get there eventually, I thought.

But I just hoped that I would be quick enough to not upset one of the dogs. As I realized that they must have been waiting for food the whole time I was tied with Zeus.

So, as I was crawling on all fours towards the kitchen, I tried to recover a little bit, trying to go easy on myself.

Prior to today, after getting fucked by King, Prince would have shown up to continue ravaging my pussy. But luckily today, all the other dogs had already had their turn and Zeus was last in line.

Before all these dogs were here, I would always lay on top of the ottoman for a while after getting fucked, regaining my strenght. But there are so many dogs now, that I didnt have any time to recover.

As there were 5 powerful dogs around, all very eager to knot me, I was afraid it would turn into an endless circle. As I assumed that King might already have regained his sex drive, ready for more action.

Anyway, the dog's growls in the kitchen were getting very deep, so to prevent upsetting any of them, I had to hurry and do my job.

So, I prepared so many steaks, I could hardly imagine they would be able to consume it all. Either way, I was sure they would be busy feasting on them for a good while.

So, I then took some time to recover and get back on my feet. To continue crying out for help. So I hurried through the house, going from camera to camera, begging for someone to save me.

But to my utter disbelief, the dogs were all done eating the steaks, one a minute after the other. So they started to stalk me again, constantly harassing me while being in front of the cameras.

I strongly got the idea that the dogs were already learning about the locations of the cameras, as some of them seemed to be waiting for me on those spots, as they apparently were studying my behavior.

But as the days seemed to become unbearable and as I knew the violation of my body was far from over today. I had to keep on getting into focus as much as possible, trying to contact anyone.

But I also had to stay active, reminding myself to take care of the dogs and to clean up after the dogs, even if it was turning me in a nasty piece of filth.

Also, if I didnt find time to shower today, I was going to end up completely covered in cum, dirt and probably even the dogs shit, as I still didnt find time to clean up the backyard.

Above that, I really needed to stay focussed on getting food for myself, as the day would surely become very demanding, draining so much of my energy.

The next day, the vet came by. And she seemed to be in a very bad mood.

But I asked her about my inability to have an orgasm. And if there was anyway she could help me make the days a little bit easier.

But she immediately responded very angered, shouting harshly, insulting and lashing out at me about my desperate cries and filty appearance.

The dogs all reacted very attentively, snarling at me as if the vet was the one they needed to side with and I was the one misbehaving.

She chuckled and told me that the injections I got during the last checkups had a drug in it that prevented me from reaching orgasms altogether.

As the property of the dogs, it had been determined by Mr. Canis and Docter López that I had no need for orgasms. Nor did I even deserve them.

But she complained, backing up that I was really crossing the lines here and said that she has been clearly warning me about my disobedient behavior.

So Vivian López continued that they were ofcourse aware about my desperate cries for help while looking into the camera.

To be real, I dont even know why she was explaining all this to me as she was clearly not interested in my opinion at all, but I guess that she was interested in my reaction or something.

So she continued explaining that they had given the new dogs a few days to establish a new pack order before they were going to get their next shots during this follow up check up today.

Above that, I was also needed to have a clear mind to make sure I was aware about the packing order and understood what it meant having to take care of the 5 dogs and learn what my chores were for each day.

So, even though I really didnt want to end up a junkie, it made me remember the injections I've gotten earlier and realized how good they made me feel and that those were going to make my days a lot easier.

So as I remembered how hungry I had become again, as King didnt feel the need to feed me anymore. I started to get a strong feeling rush through my body, a strong craving for the injections.

"Uhm, Vivian? I need food. I'm hungry, Please!" Were the last words that came out of my mouth before she injected something into my body, injecting it into my neck with a long needle.

Then she placed some sort of mask on my face, making me breathe in a narcotic gas, making me drowsy fast.

She then grabbed me below my armpits, as I was quickly dazing away. The last thing I was able to hear were here commanding words, while she was looking at me with her strict eyes.

"It's time that you learn that you will just have to work for it, little Puppy"

When I came by, I was laying on top of the ottoman. And I felt so good and horny. So instinctively, the thought of cock filled my mind.

I needed it now and I needed a lot of it. Even though I was still highly dazed, I tried to call out to King, trying to get his attention.

But my throat was all sore and I could not manage to form any words. All I was able to let out were the mute sounds "WHIIHHW" and "WHOOHW" and "WHAAHW"

Sounds that should have been words, crying out for King to please come and fuck and feed me. But as I couldnt talk anymore, I guess I will have to get myself over to the dogs myself.

Even though I hardly cared, I knew that I must have gotten those injections again and the vet must have mutilated my vocal cords when I was put under narcose.

So, my mind and body were completely trapped in the paralytic state I was in just like the last time I got a shot of Vivian's injections.

But this time the injections hit me even stronger, making me crave for stimulation so badly. Though, my hunger was gone, as I didnt feel like I needed food anymore. I needed cock!

And I needed them all, I needed the dogs to breed me. I needed their cocks back in my body. My pussy was so puffed and in need of stimulation, it felt so much like it was critical. I needed to get fucked.

Hardly realizing where I was, but also hardly caring, I just wanted doggy cock. I needed their bodies next to me.

Above that, neither did I seem to care about time anymore. I was only getting frustrated that it seemed to take forever before one of the dogs decided to jump me and fuck me.

Luckily the dogs finally did want I wanted and needed. I felt so right as I was finally stuffed with King's cock again and it felt so deep, it was incredible.

I wanted everything and more. More of all the dogs. It felt so amazing! Wow, I felt so good getting fucked!

I could hardly remember the feeling of hunger and pain, so I knew this was better, as I felt incredible. So I wanted more, just a little more cock or cum! The dogs couldnt be on me fast enough.

But as the dogs were all taking turns fucking me, their cocks and the amazing feeling of getting fucked and knotted filled all my thoughts. This was all I ever wanted!

Even though everything had been taken from me and I had lost all my rights over my own body. It felt like this was how it was supposed to be.

And even though I dont exist as a person anymore, have no legal rights, no freedom, no money and apparently no voice anymore, I couldnt care less.

Right now, all I wanted were the dogs and their cocks and cum.

Above that, I had to spend every waking moment in between fucks as their toilet, having to swallow their piss.

As the dogs all learned from King and decided to only piss down my throat. But it hardly bothered me anymore, I just took it with pleasure, gulping it down like crazy.

Furthermore, I did occasionally try to clean up the backyard, removing some of their piles of shit. But I could only try to do it hastly, as I didnt want to miss out on any chance to get cock inside of me.

So I would frantically scoop the shit up with my hands to take it to the toilet, running as fast as I could to be back on a cock as quick as possible.

But as I was dragging them to the toilet, I was hardly able to walk on my wobbly legs, which made me even more eager to get on all fours to get fucked again.

So I had to drop my tasks many times, as my crazy craving for cock was just too strong. Really showing how much of a filthy and fragile piece of fuckmeat I was.

But again, I just didnt care, as long as I would be filled up with cocks.

And even though all my food had to come from the dogs, their sperm or piss, I was so eagerly sucking their cocks, gagging on them, that it seemed that I didnt have to worry about my weight or health anymore.

Apparantly, I was now able to get them really deep into my throat, making sure I was not missing out on any nutrients.

So my days quickly turned into an incredible experience. Getting dragged around by the dogs from camera to camera by my collar, getting fucked and violated in every corner of the house.

And all I wanted was more. Being a dogslut was amazing!

Who knows how much later, Robert Canis came by again. Even though I was hardly bothered by his presence, I noticed how deeply thrilled and amazed he was by my situation.

He pointed out that everything was again way above expectations, as I was clearly subjected to the results of their experiments, being a very successful specimen to be turned into a little dogslut.

I was informed that, because of the successes here, a ranch was being built that would be far away from any town and all the dogs, as well as me, would soon be moved there.

He went on to tell me that the website on the flyer was constantly streaming what the cameras were filming. They could film every corner of every room in the house, even the newly decorated doggy-room.

And I really helped them to make sure the shots were amazing. Something I could have guessed. But he noted that this made him so much money that it was helping him finance everything.

He also told me that although Zeus, King and the other dogs would probably live for 20 years or more because of their unique genetics, one day soon, new dogs would come over.

They would be taught how to behave by Zeus and King and the others and they would be just as big, learning to be just as skilled to dominantly and violently fuck me. Which would make them very valuable.

Above that, the room they recently re-decorated was made suitable for receiving guests, who were soon coming over to let their dogs get a proper training as well, for a good price.

This sounded so great to me, as this meant I would get more doggy cock, since right now, that was all I wanted. So I couldnt wait for these visitors to come over.

Then Robert just left, assured that everything was still according to plan. However, I saw him leave a few extra needles on the cabinet, which I could probably use if I would start to feel less energized.

I didnt feel like I needed them yet, but I was gladly receiving them, as they were already very much inviting me to use them.

I might have turned into a junkie hungry for dog cock, but it felt amazing and yes, I would definitely want them as their effect was just too good.

I was happy that Robert finally seemed to provide me with what I wanted. Yes, I was craving for these dogs now, and I wanted more!

When I looked outside I saw the backyard fill up with leaves, so I noticed spring was here again. So I was realizing that this meant it had been almost a full year now, since I've gotten King.

Meaning I was most likely turning 19 years old soon. Even though I was still very young, I knew what the rest of my life would be like.

A few days away from this year's school kick-off I realized that there wouldnt be any high school for me anymore, neither ever an acrobatics school. All there was going to be was dog cock.

I would be the sex slave of dogs for the rest of my life. But I would be enjoying their cocks, almost continuously fucking my pussy, ass or throat.

Though, if I ended up on the ranch, I thought that maybe I would no longer have to clean up after the dogs, drag the shit of 5 massive dogs around and no longer have to prepare their food.

The dogs might be and probably will be cared for by the vet and some caretakers.

So it made me look forward to being moved to the ranch. As these tasks had become quite grinding and tough. Having to care for 5 huge demanding dogs really distracted me from getting cock inside my body.

So, living on the ranch would save me a lot of energy and frustration. So it seemed to bring me some hope.

But apart from fucking the dogs, I could not really care for anything else either way.

My place was kneeling under a dog. I took it for granted and gave it a place as I enjoyed it as best as I could, while high on these medications.

And those injections constantly kept me horny anyway, desperately trying to reach an orgasm.

In addition, I did become afraid that the dogs would get tired of me. Or that Mr. Canis would decide to put me to sleep.

I did not want to be rejected, left naked and hungry, with no place to go, so I did my best to please everyone and embraced the state I was now in.

So I put my hopes into the promises my lawyer just made to me. Looking forward to the visitors, so I could prove my value to them. So I would really try my best to keep the dogs happy.

And this was going to be my life from now on. As Puppy, an imprisoned sex slave for dogs, training them to fuck me, with a strong addiction, craving for cock every waking moment.

THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF MY NEW LIFE.