When I couldn’t sob any more, I marked the calendar. The next day I went out and bought a new outfit. Kane had stopped caring about what I wore.
On Monday afternoon, I drove out of the city to a rural area nearby that had once been farmland until drought had turned it into a dust bowl. I parked before a steel freight container which had been tastefully converted into a tiny home.
Connie’s electric, 4WD truck, pulled up beside my Porsche SUV. Two dogs jumped out with her. One was a black doberman, the other looked something like a St. Bernard but larger. It heaved down from the cab, its body shaking like jello. “Good slut.” Connie looked me over. “I’m glad you’re not late. Now get out of that stupid outfit.”
I stood bewildered, as she calmly walked to a wooden door built into the container’s side. Looking back she snarled, “I’ll have Benji rip it off of you, if you don’t move chop chop!” The doberman’s sharp ears perked up.
“Y-yes, I agreed but moved slowly. I thought you were going to help me!” I whined, struggling with the copper buttons on my off-white, alpaca coat.
“No, Silvee. You’re going to help me. You wrote that the alpha and beta had abandoned you. You wrote that men no longer interest you. I take that as a compliment, by the way.” Connie knocked at the door. “From now on, I’m the only person in the world who could possibly care about you. I cared about you more when you paying me. Now you have to earn appreciation from me.”
The door opened and a naked woman crawled out. She must have been fifty. Her hair was mostly white with dark brown streaks. Her tits hung like under-inflated water balloons. A bright blue, nylon collar was the only thing she wore. Between her teeth she carried a huge, red buttplug with a footlong, fur tail sprouting from the flange. Ignoring the dirt under her hands and knees, she hurried out and nuzzled Connie’s right hip.
“It’s good to see you too, Magic.”
My fingers stopped unbuttoning my blouse. I had shucked my brand new jacket into the gray dirt.
Connie petted Magic’s long, straggly hair. “Did you miss me?”
The woman nodded and sniffed.
“Matador, come.” She called. The St. Bernard mix loped forward. Connie glared at me, no doubt for taking too long to strip. Matador reached the two women and looked up, panting. She held a palm to him, and he sat. Magic stood quivering, her eyes wide at the massive canine before her.
Connie then barked at the doberman. “Strip her, Benji!” She pointed at me.
Instinctively, I clutched at my half open blouse. You could just see the blue bra behind it.
Benji tilted his head and sat in the dirt. “Is this right, alpha female?” He panted vibrantly.
Connie sighed. Then she grinned and threw a small bag at me. Catching it, I recognized the logo. They were an exceptional brand of dog treats. Connie commanded, “Teach him.”
While Connie helped Matador to mount the naked bitch, I walked up to Benji, compelled by his innocent eyes. I held out a handful of my business skirt’s hem to his mouth and said. “Benji, bite this.”
It required two treat reinforced commands, to get him to bite and hold on to the unblemished material.
“Stay.” I moved away while he gripped my skirt in his jaws. “Strip me, Benji.” I said and pulled the expensive material. There was a slight tearing, and I gave him another treat. “Good boy!” I bent and petted his thin ears.
Twenty feet from us, Magic howled. Connie had plugged the hole that Matador wasn’t allowed to use. The giant dog must have been the heaviest beast to ever fuck her. Magic’s slim frame strained to withstand the beast heaving on top of her. Her eyes were closed to savor the bliss of being ass fucked by something that big. My lungs tried to match the beating of my heart.
“Benji, tug of war.” I hoped he knew that game. The doberman, eager for another treat, growled playfully and tugged. “Strip me, Benji.” I reinforced the command. He pulled, and my skirt half shredded. The wide panel of my blue panties appeared through alpaca shards. My heart fluttered.
I would continue to serve my alpha male for all the rest of Kane’s and Flufflepuss’ days. The prospect of my relationship with their pups intrigued me, but I was the lowest of the low at home. I could not expect nor even wish for appreciation there. Before me, right now, Benji’s eyes glowed with accomplishment.
I dug into the bag of treats, drooling at the sight of Matador’s training. I could hardly wait to fall lower.
The End