I clapped a hand over my mouth, but Arthur and Max were now wide awake. For a moment, they just watched as Miriam ate my pussy, but eventually, Max got up and came to the side of the bed. I ignored him, trying to focus on the delicious tonguing I was receiving, but he started making frustrated sounds. Miriam stopped her licking and looked first at Max and then at me.
“Lay back, sweetie,” she said.
I did as she said, but she shook her head and made a turning motion with her hand. I turned my body so I was laying across the width of the bed with my knees at the edge, and was shocked when she rolled off and went to her knees on the floor. Before I could ask any questions, she dove back between my legs. I saw Max sniff around her rear a little and then give her a few cursory licks. I felt her hot breath quicken against my clit, and we both gasped when Max mounted her. I propped myself up on my elbows, and watched her face contort in pleasure and pain as Max drove himself into her.
“Oh! Oh! Oh fuck!” she cried out. This time, I could tell the pain was easier to ignore. My second time had been easier than the first. It was still rough, but that was to be expected. I suppose it also helped that she had most of her chest supported on the bed. Max pounded her, and the sounds of wet, sloppy fucking and pleasured wailing filled the bedroom. When he finally stopped, Miriam looked disappointed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“He didn’t get his knot in,” she said, breathless but frustrated.
“Knot?” I said.
“The big swollen bit at the base,” she said. “I looked it up on my phone last night. Took forever. Your internet connection sucks.”
Max pulled out of her and she grunted at the sudden emptiness and rested her head on my thigh. I could feel her breath against my aching sex, but I was too intrigued to let this go.
“Your phone?” I asked, feeling stupid for have completely forgotten about that option. She nodded. “You could’ve called the cops, your family, anyone. Why didn’t you?”
“I know what it’s like to want revenge,” she said. “I want to see you get it, and I’ll do whatever it takes. Because. Because I think I love you.”
I sat up, bent forward and kissed her as she knelt there on my bedroom floor, dog cum dripping from her pussy.
“Mother is going to be so upset,” I said.
“Well, after we’re through with her—”
“Because I think I love you, too,” I said, pulling her up onto the bed with me. “For her, that is much worse. Now, lie back. It’s my turn.”
Miriam and I switched places, and I watched as more of Max’s cum dribbled out of her. I leaned into her, placing my chest on the mattress between her legs, and tasted some of the cum. I’m going to be honest. It didn’t taste great. It wasn’t completely repulsive, either, but I much preferred pussy. Luckily, Miriam’s was right there.
I had cleaned up most of Max’s mess and had begun to taste mostly Miriam, when I felt Arthur’s cold nose poke my butt. As Max had, he licked me a few times and then mounted me, gripping me around the waist. There was almost no clumsy poking around this time. The dogs had learned their way around our bodies, and muscle memory was setting in.
My muscle memory, however, was not quite there yet. The stabbing pain of the big Rottweiler’s invading cock shot through my body, and I yowled. Miriam held my head in her hands and cooed as soothingly as she could.
“Baby, just relax,” she said. “Don’t tense up. Let him take you. Be his bitch.”
I took deep breaths and focused on her voice. To think that I had been the first to give in… I had become so focused on anger and revenge that I was coiled up like a spring. Now, starting at my neck and shoulders and rolling down my back like a cool breeze, my body began to relax. And as the muscles around my pussy loosened up, the stabbing pain was almost instantly replaced with the kind of manic ecstasy that comes from rough sex. I pressed my butt backward against Arthurs thrusts and felt his semi-swollen knot squeeze past my tight entrance. Now I cried out in pleasure, and moaned when the knot, now fully engorged, refused to come out.
I imagined myself as a willing slave to this beast, and felt fuller and more satisfied than I had either of the two times before. I knew that my master’s knot, though stretching me to my limit, would not harm me, and that I would be released when my master was done with me. In the meantime, I dove back into Miriam’s waiting pussy. My tongue traveled over every nook and cranny, teasing and tempting, and when her body began to tense with anticipation, found her clit and worshipped it.
Miriam wrapped her legs around Arthur, pulling him more tightly against me and stuffing his cock even farther into me. I yelped and moaned, but continued licking and sucking. I knew she was close when her legs released Arthur and stiffened by my sides. Arthur’s knot was also grinding hard against my g-spot, and I felt myself at the brink of orgasm.
In a chorus of screams, we came together, bodies convulsing and twitching. And when it was all over, Arthur’s knot popped out of me and a flood of hot cum poured down my legs. I didn’t bother to get back up on the bed. I couldn’t. So, I just collapsed onto the floor, panting.
“That was a hell of a way to wake up,” Miriam said.
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Once we had cleaned ourselves and the room up a little, the rest of the day was busy. I felt as if I were possessed by a spirit of revenge in my search for the storage devices. In the back of my mind, I worried that Mother had directly linked the recording equipment to a remote upload service. But then I remembered again what Miriam had said. Our wealth gave me access to so many things beyond the reach of my peers, but our internet connection was the pits—far too slow to upload such a large amount of data. This wasn’t so at any of our other homes, only at the cottage. And now I think I knew why. It insulated me from the world, at least while at home. So, like the dogs, it was yet another device to bind me to my duties as Mother and Father saw them. But also like the dogs, it would be turned to my advantage.
I had been musing on this out loud while sitting on the edge of the pool looking down at the whistle at the bottom.
Miriam said, “It seems to me that those recorders couldn’t be running all day every day for weeks or months at a time without needing some kind of maintenance. My dad’s a security guard. Footage from his company’s systems gets overwritten every three days. Your mom said she’d be back in a week, right? She wasn’t here for very long, and she was never out of our sight for a minute.”
“And she was only in the entranceway,” I said. “You think she had a remote of some kind.”
“It’s a good bet,” she said. “Where’s the basement?”
“I don’t think there is one.”
“Dee, this is your house, and you don’t know if there’s a whole section you haven’t seen?” Miriam said.
I wanted to tell her that my family probably had entire houses I didn’t know about, but decided against it for the moment.
“I guess we should find out, huh?” I said.