In this Chapter, a German Shepherd forces a man to watch as his wife and twin daughters devotedly fuck their Beast Master in front of him!
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Brett drove home at 5 P.M. as he had been told, knowing well he could not go against Bismarck's wishes. He pulled into the driveway, past his boss's pickup, who had elected to park on the curb. For several minutes Brett just sat lifelessly in his car, staring at his home, or rather what had once been his home, dreading the tormenting sights Bismarck had awaiting him in there. He could practically feel the lust the exuded out the window, smell the pheromones of the countless times his wife and daughters had been fucked by this Dog, as well as feel the vile hatred his wife now felt for him.
But soon Bismarck himself came out the door, and looked directly into Brett's soul with a vile, vindictive sneer. "Brett, there you are!" He said with a cruelly fake friendliness as he approached the car.
Silently Brett flipped the key and exited the vehicle. Bismarck immediately came up and swept him around the shoulder again, leading him towards the now thoroughly defiled house.
"Well come on man, don't be shy! Come on inside! It is your house after all." Bismarck continued his mock hospitality, chuckling none too softly at that last part as Brett followed wordlessly.
Brett came in the front door half-expecting to see his family bound, gagged, and being fucked by a whole pack of Savage Shepherds. But instead there was nothing, no people, not even any sounds to hint as to their location or activity. But Bismarck just kept dragging him, leading him upstairs and right to their closed bedroom door. Brett's bedroom, which he once shared with his loving wife, was now stained in adulterous sin, his wife having allowed herself to be ravished countless times on her marriage bed as she laughed and cursed her husband. This was not his home anymore.
"Just step this way Brett. We've got a hell of a show to put on for you tonight! And we saved you a front row seat!"
Bismarck opened the door, and still to Brett's surprise the room was lit but empty of his family. What he did see was a single wooden chair with armrests that Bismarck was immediately shoving him towards. Brett quickly noticed the bindings and straps, and his heart beat a little quicker in rising dread as he realized just how intent Bismarck was on forcing him to watch the deplorable acts.
Bismarck was not gentle as he forced Brett to sit down and tightly strapped down his arms and legs, even tying his back to the chair. All the while he just hummed and smiled smugly, not afraid to meet Brett's eyes, though the pathetic human male would immediately glance away.
"I've gotta tell you, Brett, It's been paradise fucking your family nonstop for the past week. But, as good as it was having your whore of a wife choke on my cock while your slut daughters fingered each other for me, I couldn't help but feel something was missing." As Bismarck led off he tightened the last strap with added cruelty, forcing a breath out of his contractual captive.
"I needed you to see it. I needed you to watch as your wife and daughters worshipped me, moaned their absolute delight as I fucked their brains out with by thick, Doggy cock. I wanted you to see the betrayal in their eyes, and how much they loved being made into a trio of Canine cock-sleeves." As Bismarck spoke he glared with a mad smile and furious eyes right into Brett's soul. Then, without turning away, he brought up a ball gag.
"Sorry for the discomfort, but I really only want you to see. I don't want so much as a peep from you interrupting me breeding you family. Although really, at this point it's a lot more like ex-family. All of them would much rather fuck me than stay with you now." And with that last cruel remark Bismarck gagged Brett, leaving him utterly silent and helpless for the show.
Bismarck got behind the chair and dragged Brett right into the corner, where he'd have the best view and be totally out of the way of his ravishing. Bismarck stepped back and gave a prideful once over to Brett as he chuckled.
"You really shouldn't have tried to screw me over Brett. But hey, if you think about it,
you
might be completely miserable, but
four
other
people have much more fulfilling and happy lives now." Bismarck taunted Brett one last time with a sinister chuckle.
Then the Cruel Canine turned back towards the bed as he stripped his shirt off. He gave a loud sharp whistle for some reason as he stood by the bed. Brett immediately understood why, as Morgan finally entered from their master bath.
Brett's eyes nearly bulged at the sight. His wife had entered totally naked, and looking at the half-naked Dog with extremely open love and want. He hadn't seen his wife since the night Bismarck claimed her, but even now he could tell how different she was. There was a sense of... wildness, savagery about her that filled Brett with sickness.
Morgan entered as she'd been expected to, a mighty thrill in her heart as she knew her husband would be seeing her as she wanted him to know her, naked, unashamed of her love of Beast cock, of slavery! She grinned like a drunken schoolgirl at Bismarck, knowing he would mount her, make her cum powerfully and inseminate her with his potent seed, all as he husband was forced to watch.
Her smile faded as she walked right past her former husband, swaying her body as she knew he understood it was for the Canine's pleasure and not his.
"Brett." She said coldly as she passed, acknowledging him just enough to let him know she didn't care about him in the least anymore.
Instead she sashayed sexily right up to her new lover, her owner, an Animal! Bismarck smiled malevolently as the sexy human woman all but ignored her husband as she came right up to him with obvious lust on her mind.
Morgan threw herself at Bismarck with more passion than ever, making sure she showed Brett just how madly in lust she was with the Beastman. Bismarck swept her up as he would any of his rightful property. Morgan lunged for his muzzle, kissing him reverently, delving her tongue as deep into his Canine mouth as she could, lavishing him with all the love she could muster for their audience.
Bismarck kissed her back with delightfully wicked intent, manipulating the frail human woman like a ragdoll. He pulled here away from her mouth, leaving her panting, desperate for attention. He smirked one last time to Brett before turning his full attention on Morgan and throwing her violently back onto the bed. Morgan let out a soft 'oof,' but spread herself eagerly over the cover, inviting her dominant lover to claim her as his rightful prize.
Bismarck stripped his pants more hastily now and crawled onto the bed, kneeling up and looming dangerously over his willing conquest.
"Ready to take a Dog's thick knot, slut?" Bismarck taunted Morgan for Brett to hear as he rubbed his cock out to its' full, intimidating length.
"Yes Master! Fuck me! Breed me like the good Beasty Bitch I am!" Morgan moaned wantonly as she opened herself even wider.
Bismarck needed no invitation, but he accepted her humility. With the ferocity only an animal is capable of, Bismarck dove down and immediately forced his spear-like cock into his slave's waiting pussy.
"AGGGGH!! FUCK YES!!" Morgan screamed to the world without restraint as she felt he beloved rapist's dick conquer her pussy once again.
Her body readily accepted the immense, inhuman phallus now, yet still fought to squeeze down. It was not the sort of thing that should enter her body, but her heart knew it was the thing that would grant her her deepest pleasure, and so Morgan forced herself to accept every inch of Bestial meat.
Bismarck drove right down to the base of his knot, agitated after holding off for most of the day with so few orgasms. Morgan continued to moan wantonly as every inch of her loving tunnel, from lips to womb was filled with savage animal dick.
Without waiting, Bismarck immediately started to rut into his beauty, driving his cock deep through her cunt over and over. Morgan exclaimed her delight for all to hear as she wrapped her arms around her adulterous lover's fuzzy neck, humping back to ensure she felt every last bit of cock she could.
Brett was unable to look away, unable to scream as tears welled in his eyes. He'd heard it before, imagined it constantly, but now he was actually forced to witness as his wife gave in to the Beastman with extreme delight. Over and over the unnatural couple thrust together, sweating and moaning as their bodies mashed together in pursuit of that most savage of sins.
Bismarck fucked Morgan relentlessly, each seeking the most immediate orgasm possible so could look to the next one. Morgan's teeth grit and toes curled in taboo ecstasy as she felt her feral lover bringing her right over the edge of her climax, her one reason for existence.
Finally the last straw broke right before Brett's eyes. Morgan's eyes lit up as she screamed to the heavens, and Bismarck threw his head back as he howled in his own bestial delight. Bismarck thrust his tapered cock right into his slave's womb and unleashed a torrent of his potent seed, Morgan thanking him madly, over and over again as she felt the sacred liquid filling her. Brett pumped so much into her that gobs spurted out past his cock, open for Brett to see, to know his wife was being impregnated by an unclean Beast.
When all was said and done Bismarck lay atop his submissive lover, panting heavily as he'd poured a lot of energy into that ravenous fucking. Morgan too breathed heavily, a look of utter bliss etched into her face, a look Brett had never known before; the look of a bitch who accepted her role and loved it. She kept her arms and legs tightly wrapped around Bismarck, showing her husband how she wanted him to remain, to possess her.
Finally Bismarck forced her to release as he lifted himself off the well-fucked wife. He sat himself up against the corner of the bed while Morgan just continue to lay and stare at him dreamily.
