“Dee, this is amazing,” she said, her head tilted back and resting on the edge of the hot tub. “These flowers smell awesome. I can’t believe you live like this.”
“You should see my parents’ house,” I said, still feeling self-conscious. “It makes this place look like a cottage. Anyway, it probably won’t last.”
“You mean your mom’s plan to marry you off to some rich jerk?” she said.
I nodded. “That and…” I looked at her long enough that she got the gist.
“I…” she said. “I thought this might cause trouble. I’m sorry.”
“You knew?”
“I could tell when I met your mom, yeah,” she said.
“And you didn’t care?”
“I did care,” Miriam said, flustered. “I do.”
I laughed and leaned back against the edge of the tub. “I don’t,” I said.
“What?”
“I don’t care,” I said. “They can disown me if they want. I’m going to live my life the way I want. If it costs me all of this, I’m ok with that.”
Miriam looked confused for the first time in as long as I’d known her. “Is that the truth?” she asked.
“It is,” I said. And then the reality of the situation dawned on me and I chuckled and shook my head. “It really is.”
The next thing I knew, Miriam was straddling me, her lips pressed against mine. Our tongues danced. Hands roamed over wet flesh, and soon enough we were both panting for breath. With a tug, she untied my top and then pulled it from my body, letting it float away. I did the same to hers and then clamped my mouth to her nipple.
“Ugggghhhhh yeah!” she moaned as I let passion carry me from one nipple to the other, and then back again.
Miriam pushed away from me, but as she drifted away, her fingers snagged the strings that tied my bottoms together, and in an instant, they were off and floating away. She removed her own bottoms and then snagged my legs, dragging them up from the bottom of the hot tub and propping them up on her shoulders. With her head just at the level of the water, she began moving back toward me, wedging my legs open with her face. Unlike the previous night, there was no hesitation. Her lips and tongue hit me instantly, and I groaned. She dipped her tongue into me, and I had to grasp the side of the hot tub to keep the top of me from slipping down into the water. Her tongue swirled upward until it ran frantic circles around my clit.
“Fuck, Miri,” I cried out. “Fuck!”
But then her tongue stopped and her body went rigid. I lifted my head to see what was wrong, but she only stared over my shoulder. When I turned, I saw Max the Shepherd standing at attention just a few feet from the tub. My legs fell from Miriam’s shoulders.
“How’d he get in here?” she asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” I said. I looked around, but couldn’t see the gate through the trellis of morning glories.
“Where’s the other one?” Miriam said.
Arthur was nowhere to be seen, but that didn’t mean much. There was a lot we couldn’t see.
“What should we do?” I asked.
“They’re your dogs, Dee,” Miriam said. “You tell me.”
I thought for a moment, but my head was still clouded by lust and the heat from the tub. “Ok, well, first we need to get the whistle and command sheet from my robe,” I said. “But Max is between us and them.”
“Ok,” Miriam said, standing and starting to climb out of the hot tub. “No problem. I’ll just—” Max uttered a low growl that sent Miriam retreating back into the pool. “Alright… uh… you try it.”
“He probably just thought you were hurting me,” I said. And then to Max, trying to break the tension, I added, “Hey, bud. Mommy and, uh, mommy were just wrestling.” The dog cocked his head to one side. I turned to Miriam. “See? No problem.”
I climbed cautiously from the hot tub and shuffled around the big shepherd, noticing once again how his eyes seemed glued to my nether region. I reached the robe and grabbed the paper and whistle from the pocket, but in the process, I turned my back on Max. Immediately, he jumped on my back, and in my panic, I slipped and was dragged down. The whistle flew out of my hands, bounced off the wall and skittered into the swim pool. With the water drained, it would still work, but the paper landed in the tub.
“Use the commands!” I pleaded with Miriam, terrified that Max was going to kill me, but it was no use. She held up the paper. The ink had already run and was illegible, and after trying to unfold it, the paper began to tear. I struggled and finally got back to my hands and knees, but I soon realized that’s where Max wanted me all along. Miriam’s face told me she could see the same thing. “Get the whistle! Get him off me!”
I began to panic and struggle, but Max growled in a way that froze my muscles and nearly froze my blood.
“Please!” I whispered to Miriam.
She nodded and leapt from the tub. In an instant, Arthur was blocking her path, growling. She tried to turn and flee back to the safety of the water, but slipped and fell. She tried scuttling backward, not for a moment taking her eyes off the Rottweiler, but a growl from him froze her just as Max’s had frozen me. She shook in terror as the dog approached, but instead of tearing at her flesh, he simply sniffed.
Meanwhile, Max was getting restless, shifting from side to side and seemingly trying to push me forward. I tried to move with him, but he growled. I felt something poke my hip and looked underneath me. The sight took my breath away. Between Max’s legs, a glistening red rod was beginning to peek from under his fur. His restlessness, I saw, was his clumsy thrusting at my still lubricated pussy.
“Wait,” I said, struggling. “Wait, wait, no.” But I began to lose hope when I felt the tip of his slick member slide effortlessly into me.
I lifted my head, but only found Miriam’s face a puzzle of horror and confusion. She had a full side view of what was happening, and by her expression, I knew what was about to happen.
“Oh, my—” she started.
“GOD!” I shrieked. Max jammed the entire length of his cock into me in one mighty thrust. The pain burned through me, but I found I had no voice to scream. There was no reprieve. Max began jackhammering his cock into me. Heat filled my face, and tears ran down my cheeks. “Ow! Oh, god!” I whimpered as the shepherd fucked me. “Help meee!”
I was being raped—by a dog. Fear, disgust, despair, and rage coursed through me as Max thrust himself into me again and again. I wept from the pain, but the humiliation was worse. I could feel its dark tendrils winding around my soul.
I heard a struggle nearby and opened my eyes despite the stinging tears. Arthur had Miriam backed up against the trellis and had buried his snout between her legs. Over the wet slapping sound of my own violation, I started to hear the heavy lapping of a long dog tongue. Miriam was trying to push Arthur away, and he seemed to tolerate and even revel in the challenge, but when she smacked him on the head, he bared his teeth and snarled at her. Instinctively, Miriam’s hands went to her throat to protect herself. When she made no more fuss, Arthur returned to his lapping.
“I’m sorry!” Miriam cried, and then vainly to Max, she added, “Stop hurting her!”
But something inside me, to my own disgust, had changed. The incessant ramming of Max’s cock had stopped hurting so much. I felt I could bear this, despite my revulsion, but I wasn’t about to stop fighting. If I could just wriggle free of Max’s grip… but it was no use. The more I struggled, the more his claws dug into my flesh. I wasn’t going anywhere.