Chapter 15

The swift movement of King in the small video panel caught Julie’s attention out of the corner of her eye, and she clicked the maximize icon, and then the speaker icon while undoing the sash on her robe. She watched her protégé struggle for leverage under the weight of the heavier dog and wondered if tonight was the night that King would claim his new bitch.

Michelle could feel the wetness of his cock soaking through her thin running pants, as she flailed her hands at the wrists, her arms rendered useless from the tight grip of his forepaws. His hot breath on her neck, the weight of his warm, furry body on her back, and his relentless thrusting at her most sensitive area was having an effect on Michelle, as she remembered how great Chico made her feel last weekend with just his tongue, and how raw and passionate it looked, when Julie fully submitted to King in this very room.

Thrusting her hips a little higher in the air provided the leverage that Michelle needed to extract her arms from King’s tight grip, her forearms stinging where his sharp nails left scratches, red welts already appearing on her pale white skin. With her arms now free, King moved up her back slightly and clasped his paws tightly around her torso, his cock now pushing the material of the running pants deeply into the crack of her ass.

Julie sat riveted to the screen, unsure of how this scene would unfold, but thoroughly enjoying the passion of the struggle. She marveled at the luck of having both Michelle and King facing toward the nanny cam, the high definition lens capturing their facial expressions, and omnidirectional microphone picking the accompanying sounds. Julie held her breath when Michelle freed her arms, concerned that the show may be ending before it ever really got started.

“OK Boy,” Julie barely heard Michelle’s breathy words over King’s panting, as she saw her reach back and insert her thumbs into the waistband of the running pants, “you protected me earlier, so I guess I owe you.”

Julie grabbed the pink lifelike dildo, complete with an inflatable knot, which sat at the ready next to her laptop, and slowly inserted it into her dripping pussy, as she watched Michelle roll her running pants down her thighs, her light blue panties tangled within, presenting herself to her new master.

It only took King three more thrusts before his throbbing dog cock pierced the puffy pudenda of Michelle’s soaking wet vagina. “OH MY FUCKING GOD,” she moaned loudly, a look of pure ecstasy on her face, as she arched her head off the floor.

Michelle knew this was toothpaste that could never be put back into the tube. She had willingly crossed the line from polite society into the seedy underbelly of bestiality, but with the way King’s thick cock was jackhammering her pussy, his expanding knot teasing her opening, she couldn’t feel an ounce of remorse or regret.