All packed for a trip
(Please note; no animals were harmed in the making of this story. The bitch's are in Rebecca's head, and are fully human, doing human things to each other. As usual they are nasty things or, nice, if you are not on the receiving end of the humiliation. If you become confused, read chapter 11.)
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Rebecca was upset. She was a beautiful eighteen year old woman, programmed to think she was a bitch on heat. She had been brought home from the hospital to find an implant had been fitted into her head. The horrifying discovery left her numb. It was so unexpected she was defenceless against the implants game rules, so it quickly over took her thoughts.
It was especially deep in her mind, as it had been influencing her thinking all night.
Rebecca wanted to howl to relieve the feelings of rejection. She wet the kitchen floor, and the smelly puddle trapped her in one corner. A leash attached to her collar, was tied to a cupboard handle, and couldn't be undone with her paws. She whined morosely, fearing her owner would be angry when finding the mess.
Rebecca loved her owner, as he had promised to look after her, which was another reason to feel bad. She had let him down. Last night her owner, Bob, let her jump onto the bed, with his bitch, called Anne. Rebecca was younger and fitter than bitch Anne, so surely he should favour her over the older bitch.
She wagged her non-existent tail, at the memory of being allowed on the master's bed. He was pleased when she licked bitch Anne's breasts, between her legs, and his cock. He encouraged her to lick bitch Anne's pussy, until she started moaning loudly.
Master had praised her for being such a good little bitch. He had stroked her, working her up into a frenzy of sexual lust. It had been wonderful feeling so worked up, not caring about anything except being mounted. He had played with her sex but that wasn't enough. He had become displeased with her, when she began rubbing herself against him, and anything in the room that seemed phallic.
Rebecca now realised where she had gone wrong. She should have been patient, waiting for him to take her. It was difficult though, for she so much wanted to breed with a male. She was a bitch in heat, desperately needing a male to mate with.
It was so unfair, for all she wanted was to mate with someone. It didn't matter who or how, she desperately needed to mate. He had told her to stop but she couldn't help wrapping her legs around him. When she had humped the pillow he slapped her ass. That is when he put her on the leash, and brought her down to the kitchen.
Sitting by herself, with nothing to hump, was getting her down.
A man knocked on the kitchen door. She could smell his maleness, or so she thought. She barked loudly, telling him she was there and available. Rebecca pulled on the leash, needing to get to him, feeling sure he would sniff her ass, and find her acceptable.
Larry knocked the kitchen door again. It was early enough that Anne might be up though her daughter, Rebecca, would still be in bed. He hadn't called since Rebecca answered the comm. He was concerned about Anne, worried she might be in trouble. Besides, he just wanted to see her. It didn't matter that she was a university professor, and he was a humble student. He had feelings for her. After the intimacies they shared, he hoped she might reciprocate.
Rebecca thought it so unreasonable. Bitch Anne was upstairs with her master, probably still mating. She hadn't been given a chance. There was a male out there, and she couldn't get to him. She barked and whined, but it was no good. He had given up on her and was walking away.
She lay on the heated floor, rubbing her sex on the smooth tiles. She had tried reaching it, to lick her sex, but couldn't. It was tantalisingly out of reach, however hard she tried. She closed her eyes, wondering who it might have been at the door.
If he had opened it, she would have shown more restraint, so as not to spoil the moment. She would have offered her bottom to him, so he could be sure she was ready to mount. The blissful, imagined feeling of having a male mount her, was dizzying. She imagined him spurting his seed into her, almost reaching a climax from just thinking about it.
She knew how lazy males became after taking their bitch. He would be sure to leave the door open. She would be free to roam the neighbourhood, seeking strays, enticing them to mount her. Rebecca wagged her hips with excitement, as though she had a tail.
She had watched last night with fascination, while bitch Anne, sucked her master's cock. She had been excited from how worked up he was. He had become so ready to mount bitch Anne, he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard. Given the chance to escape, Rebecca would suck every dog she came across.
The idea of being full of so much seed, was working her up to a fever pitch again. This time she climaxed. On all fours, panting, she let out a low growl of satisfaction.
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"What have you done, you naughty bitch," Bob admonished Rebecca.
Rebecca awoke from a dreamy snooze. It had been a wonderful dream, with every dog in the neighbourhood mounting her. They had queued up for her, she had been that popular. Now she looked dejected, with a hangdog expression, whimpering.
Bob untied the leash and guided her away from the puddle of pee. "Stay!" he commanded. With a cloth from under the sink he mopped up the mess. Even this was amusing, for nothing was going to spoil the pleasure of last night.
He had the professor and her daughter to play with! He hadn't had a chance to fuck Rebecca, though her enthusiasm had worked him up. She had enthusiastically licked him and rubbed her sex and breasts over his body. Eventually it had become a nuisance, as he wanted to concentrate on her mother.
It was so exciting he took the compliant professor twice. He thought about it, realising he had woken her up in the night, for a third session. A more leisurely fucking, where she used her experience, to work him up to a deep enjoyable orgasm. She too had orgasms, a few more than he did.
Rebecca edged toward the door. If her master was in a mood there wouldn't be much chance of a fuck, so she would try to escape. The idea of meeting up with the pack of stray dogs, living nearby, was pulling at her instincts. The demand was dominating her thinking, exciting her beyond control.
Bob opened the back door and threw, with a practised arm, the dirty cloth into the back garden.
This was the chance she had been waiting for. She scrambled on all fours, toward the waiting freedom. All those rampant males out there were calling to her.
Bob wasn't just a football player he was the talented member of a winning team. He deftly grabbed her hair, pulling her back inside. He slapped her ass. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
He looked at her pleading eyes, and the wagging hips. For a moment he thought she wanted to pee outside. A flash of inspiration made him re-think. "You want to go and find a mate?" he asked.
Rebecca barked enthusiastically. She was so pleased her master knew what she wanted. Her master was so clever. She rubbed herself against him, pushing her sex against his leg. She whimpered and raised her bottom toward him. If he let her go, she would run to the woods, where that pack of wild dogs hid out.
