In this chapter a women pleasures her German Shepherd master, and then spends some quality family time making love to her twin daughters in the bath!
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One week later, Bismarck was sitting in his comfortable office at the construction site, finally getting through some of the paperwork he'd been neglecting. Of course, who exactly could blame him? The Dog was hummingly ecstatic as his thoughts dwelled on the harem he now controlled. It'd been a week since he'd enslaved that family of three sexy ladies and turned them into raving nymphomaniacs who only lived to pleasure his cock, and he'd spent almost all his time in the past days vigorously fucking each one, molding their hearts and bodies into his permanent fuck-slaves.
As Bismarck finished up the day's last form, he looked up with an extremely self-satisfied smirk. Out of his window he spied Brett, the pathetic man whose loving family the Canine had won and enslaved to their ever-growing delight. His eyes burned with an unnecessary cruelty as his thoughts stirred over the things he had planned for Brett.
Just outside Brett droned on mindlessly with his job. In the week since he'd sold his family to his Doggy boss, in the week since his wife and daughters had given their bodies to his animalistic lust, he had never once gone back home. The man knew well by now he was completely unwelcomed by his wife, and he just couldn't bring himself to imagine what his daughters had been up to since Bismarck had "claimed" them.
It was still rather early in the day when Bismarck left his office, letting his foreman know he was heading home early. His trusted Dog coworker and the nearby boys snickered knowing Bismarck was really just going home to plow those human sluts Brett had called his wife and daughters. Brett noticed and did his best to just duck and remain unnoticed, but as Bismarck left his cackling pack and headed out he grabbed Brett by the shoulder.
"Hey Brett, haven't seen you at your place in a while. Not that the wife or kids miss you terribly. But I'm sure you'll be happy to know they haven't been lonely. You know, since I've been railing my thick knot into them every day and night." Bismarck gloated disgustingly to Brett as he had over the past week. Brett couldn't so much as murmur, just stared at the dirt as his boss whispered the harsh truths in his ear.
"But you know, winning your family over a poker game just isn't
quite
as satisfying as I wanted, maybe because you haven't really been around to see the damage. So I want you to come home from work at five like normal. I want you to see how your family's forgotten you, and how they're all madly in love with being my slaves." And with that last vengeful remark, Bismarck released the man and headed for his truck.
Of course having those three bitches as his fuck-toys was the real prize, but he wanted Brett to suffer more. He wanted him to know how pathetic he was that his family chose the ecstasy of sexual slavery with a Dog over remaining a happy family. He wanted Brett to be a perfect example to all humans, that their women were destined for nothing more than to be Beast's broodmares!
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Bismarck drove up to Brett's house shortly thereafter. The twins would still be at school by now, but Morgan would be waiting reverently for him, naked and ready to be stuffed with his feral cum. And anyway, Bismarck had plans to explain to her first.
He entered the door to find his perfect slave already awaiting him in her natural state, not a shred of clothing and a look of loving submission.
"Welcome back Darling!" She greeted zealously as she frantically approached him.
Bismarck merely smirked and welcomed her devotion. The lust-mad mother threw herself at the powerful Dog, caressing his worthy body with her own as she stood up to worship him. Bismarck immediately claimed her mouth, relishing in his little whore's devotion as she joyously kissed him back with all her heart. Bismarck drew his tongue from her mouth slowly, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping him as he appreciated her unashamedly aroused form.
"Make sure you save that enthusiasm for later tonight. I'll need it on display for a big show." The Canine teased his helpless mate.
"I'll never lose my enthusiasm! I'm your slave, and I love every second it!" Morgan promised wholeheartedly as she stared with blind adoration up to her beloved captor.
With a toying grin, Bismarck released the woman, who did a little spin and sway as to arouse her owner. She turned about, expecting to lead her unnatural lover deeper into her home so she could be ravaged. Bismarck bared his fangs appreciatively at the sight of her perfect ass, totally open and displayed only for him.
"That's good to know, because I've asked your husband Brett to come back home for the evening." Bismarck suddenly piped, causing Morgan to stop in her tracks.
The feral, fallen woman then turned back and looked at him, her master, as though he'd gone insane. She scoffed hard, displaying the complete and utter disdain she felt just hearing the name of her supposed "husband."
"Why the fuck would I ever want to see that limp-dicked piece of shit again?" Morgan cursed her once-beloved, knowing him now as nothing more than the one who sold her into the life of slavery she now believed she was always born for. Bismarck only grinned with evil intent.
"Because I want Brett to watch us tonight. I want him to see what he's done by selling you all to me. So I'm going to force him to watch as I fuck the Hell out of you and the twins. I want Brett to see just how much you all love it when I rape you mercilessly and force my huge knot into your little human cunts! I want to see what goes through his mind when he realizes how much better his family loves being a Dog's sex-slaves!" As Bismarck explained his intention, Morgan's own face cracked wider and wider into a mad, wicked smile.