Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.
Sunday
Rachel woke up on the ground. The blanket that was wrapped around her naked body was coated in mud, and her neck was being pulled tightly by the dog collar locked to her neck by a padlock.
There were a few times throughout the night where she woke up as she moved in her sleep and got choked. The dog collar had a thin rope attached to it, which tied Rachel to a jeep. She was told the night before that the knot was so tight that she would only be able to get cut loose in the morning.
And as the sun rose and light burst through the trees, Rachel's groggy eyes blinked open. It had not been a very good night's sleep, and being in the summer, she was woken up early by the sunrise.
Memories of the day before came flooding back to her, how these four men had taken her captive and forced their cocks into her mouth and pussy and how she came so damn hard when they used and abused her.
Rachel felt disgusted with the way she acted... but she couldn't deny the sick pleasure it all gave her.
Between her legs and her throat were aching from being thoroughly used, so rather than alert any of the guys to her being awake, she remained silent and had a moment of peace.
I had planned to watch the sunrise on one of my mornings on this trip,
she thought,
I just never thought it would be naked while tied to a jeep after being used as a sex slave by four strangers.
She sat on top of the blanket, crossed her legs, and watched the sun come up the hills through the forest. It really was a beautiful sight, and Rachel felt completely alone in the world and at peace. She knew this quiet time wouldn't last forever, so she made the most of it.
This group of friends had hidden her car with all of her clothes and items, and they also had her phone, which after Rachel revealed her password, they were able to text Rachel's mum to say that she was okay. So, there was nothing she could do.
Rachel knew she was helpless and completely under their control. If anything, that made it slightly easier. None of it was her doing, so she just had to do as she was told.
I mean, how bad can it get, right?
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The sunrise came, and morning started. Rachel had no way to tell what time it was, but eventually she heard rustling coming from one of the tents. Rachel sat up, waiting to see who it was and what they'd do to her.
Then, Mike's face appeared from a tent. He stepped out topless with a chiselled body. When he saw Rachel looking at him, he smiled and walked over.
"Good night's sleep?" He asked.
Why is he talking to me like I'm not their sex slave?
Rachel didn't answer him.
"Are you thirsty?" He then asked.
"Yes." Rachel finally responded.
Mike laughed, and she watched him rummage around in the jeep that she was tied to. Then she heard water being poured into some sort of container. When he came back into view, Rachel's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
He can't be serious?
"There you go." Mike said.
He put down a silvery dish near Rachel filled with cold water. It was a dog bowl, one they must have brought for Lucy, the Rottweiler that they had with them.
Rachel looked at him with both shock and humiliation in her eyes.
"You're our sex pet for the weekend," Mike told her. "Might as well treat you like one."
He stayed standing over her, tapping his foot on the muddy ground. Rachel was extremely thirsty, and her throat felt like sandpaper from all of the throat fucking. She needed a drink, even if it meant degrading herself in the process.
At first, she thought about using the blanket to cover herself, but then she thought why bother since they had all seen every inch of her body.
Throughout the night mud had gotten into the blanket, so nearly every part of Rachel's thick body had a layer of dirt over it. As she sat up and got onto her hands and knees, her muddy, handful tits bounced beneath her.
Rachel had one last look at Mike, who was laughing at her.
Once again, Rachel's humiliation hit a new low as she moved on all fours, naked, covered in mud, and about to drink from a dog bowl.
As her head moved down, her dirty blonde hair fell. Some of it fell into the water, but she didn't care. Rachel pressed her face into the dog bowl and started to lap at the ice cold liquid.
"Mmm, oh god." She panted, not realising just how thirsty she was.
She sucked some with her lip, then licked at it like a dog while more of her hair fell into the water.
As the water went down, Rachel had to bend over more to get to the rest, which meant sticking her big, juicy ass into the air.
"Fucking hell! What is she doing?!" Dave's voice shouted.
Rachel froze. Her head slowly turned and saw not just Dave, but all of the lads stood around watching and laughing at her in this position.
And again, more humiliation,
she thought.
"Little puppy is thirsty!" Mike shouted over, and they all burst into laughter.
Rachel's cheeks burnt red, and she didn't think it could get any worse. But as she looked at what was left in the dog bowl, she knew she needed it. So, with everyone watching her muddy ass in the air and her muddy tits beneath her, she leaned back down and continued to lick at the cold liquid.
As she licked at the water, it splashed over her face. When there was only a thin layer left, Rachel bent further over and licked every last drop. She sat back up, water dripping down from her smooth skinned face and onto her muddy chest as the lads sat around chatting, barely paying her any attention.
Rachel didn't know what she hated more, the humiliation of doing such an act in front of people, or the fact that she was doing such a humiliating thing and none of them gave a shit!
She sat there, silently as they built a fire and cooked food over it. Her stomach rumbled when she smelt freshly cooked sausages. Her shame apparently had gone, and Rachel no longer cared that she was butt ass naked and tied to a car while covered in mud.
One by one each of them ate without paying her any attention. Lucy, the dog, was sat obediently by Mike, who was giving her small chunks of sausage.
Seeing this, Gregg stood up and walked over to Rachel with food in his hand. She sat up, her heart beating fast and ready to eat.
"You're hungry?" He asked.
"Yes!" Rachel told him.
"No, no," Gregg said, "You're our pet, so you just bark. Got it?"
"What?" Rachel asked.
She saw three sausages in his right hand, and as soon as she said that, one of them dropped into a large pile of wet mud in front of her.
No! Why!
"I said, you just bark, or woof, got it?" Gregg repeated himself.
Rachel looked at him, she literally was going to have to act like a dog...
why does that make my pussy twitch.
"Woof." She pathetically said.
"That's better," Gregg laughed and held out a free hand, "give me your paw."
The other men had stopped eating and were now fixated in Rachel. She couldn't bear to look at them as she lifted her right hand and placed it gently onto Gregg's palm.
"Good girl," Gregg mocked, and then he broke off the end of a sausage and held it close to Rachel's mouth, "go on."
Oh my fucking god!
Rachel thought! Pathetically, Rachel leaned forward and took the sausage from his fingers into her mouth.
"Mmmm!" She moaned at the taste and gulped it down.
"Do you want some more?" He asked.
Rachel immediately opened her mouth to speak but caught herself at the last second. That one bite of sausage was enough to make her do anything for more.
"Woof!" She barked.
"Again." Gregg told her as he broke off some more sausage.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Rachel barked over and over, causing laughter from the other men.
Gregg placed a piece of sausage in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed it down.
"Are you going to be a good girl today?" Gregg asked her. "No fighting or complaining?"
Rachel's eyes were fixed on the sausage as she nodded, barely paying any attention to his words.
"Good." He said and fed her the rest of one sausage. He turned around with still one sausage in his hand.
No!
"Erm, woof! Woof woof!!" Rachel barked to get his attention.
When Gregg turned around, his smile showed that he had won. He threw the last sausage to Rachel, who managed to catch it without it hitting the floor.
Oh god, this tastes amazing,
she thought as she devoured it.
Once again Rachel sat there in silence like a good dog while they put out the fire and went to get dressed.
Gregg was ready first, and he walked over to Rachel with a pan in his hands. He crouched down,
how is he going to humiliate me now?
She thought, but really she was excited.
"Here," He told her, "don't want you to starve on us."
He handed the pan over, and inside was a fork, a fried egg, two sausages, a hash brown, and two rashers of bacon.
Rachel's eyes lit up, and she looked at him, both in shock of the food as well as the fact that he had given her a fork, supposedly a weapon she could wield.
That idea didn't come into Rachel's head though. She was so grateful that he would let her have a full meal, not covered in cum, that she ate every last drop very quickly. She dropped the fork into the pan without a second thought and handed it back to Gregg who gave her a happy grin.
After the rest of the boys came out, they spoke about what walk they were going to take, and finally Harry asked a question.
"Are we taking the dogs?" He asked.
This confused Rachel as they only had the one dog, Lucy.
"Yeah, good idea." Gregg replied.
Rachel was still confused until Gregg walked over to her with a short leash in his hand, and then it hit her...
I'm the other dog.
