The K9 Queen - Victoria’s Story

Author’s Note:

This chapter is from Sarah’s point of view.

~~~~~~~~~~

I didn’t want to add to this story, but I could see how much it means to Vic, and she means a lot to me, so here I am. My memories of the days directly after the car accident are a bit hazy and very painful to recall. My selfish, stubborn nature got me into a lot of trouble and caused considerable pain and anguish to many people. But worst of all for me has been dealing with my guilt at how I treated Vic. It was horrible seeing the pain she suffered because of my actions. The very least I could do was contribute to her story when she asked me. She saved my life and made me a better person in the process. 

As Vic has said above, I’ve written this as close to actual events as I can remember. I hope you enjoy it.

Love

Sarah x

~~~~~~~~~~

The morning after I’d accepted my fate and started cooperating, I was given a nice breakfast and then taken to a room that had the long, short-legged bench that I’d previously been tied to. My heart skipped a few beats, was I to be tied up again? Mistress Agatha came in, looking all smug and clip-clopping about in ridiculously high heels.

“Now then Sarah, remember, you enjoy this, all your life you’ve wanted a bunch of dogs to have their way with you and now you’ve finally got your chance. Make sure you play up to this, have plenty of fun and orgasms. I know, I know, it’s a lot to ask of you but you can do it, can’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.”

The dogs consisted of one rottweiler that I thought had maybe fucked me before, a black hound of some kind and an Irish wolfhound. All big dogs. Fuck, this was going to hurt, but what choice did I have? I played my role very well, eagerly coaxing the dogs up onto me. I gave my best porn star performance and had lots of ‘orgasms’ while they fucked me and filled me with their filthy dog come.

It hurt, of course, but I wasn’t so tense and not trying to fight them off so it was nowhere near as bad as it had been before. Victoria was right, if you play along then this is a lot easier. Mistress seemed happy with my performance and I was allowed to shower and given a sumptuous meal of steak, fries and veggies.

I spent the afternoon wandering the grounds with Victoria, it was actually quite pleasant. Mercifully, I was allowed to walk, Vic explained it wouldn’t be practical for me to be on my hands and knees 24/7 in order to play the part of her pet. However, when I was in the presence of Mistress Agatha I must immediately drop to my knees and act like Vic’s pet. As far as clothes went, for now at least I had to remain naked, although I was allowed a pair of white pumps on my feet and whatever accessories Vic thought were needed.

Vic looked beautiful in a stunning white dress with embroidered pink roses. It was knee-high and flared out, her hair and make-up were perfect, she looked like a style icon from the 1950s. She even had a full sexy lingerie set on underneath, complete with tan stockings, suspenders and a g-string. ‘I want to look good for my husband, Max’ she said. ‘Whatever’ I thought but smiled and told her how good she looked, which was true.

Victoria had a portable house phone that she used to call the servants for things as we strolled about, she had the staff falling over themselves to serve her. In a very short space of time, she’d seemingly morphed from captive slave to honoured guest. She wouldn’t have looked out of place at one of my mother’s social gatherings.

As early evening fell we found ourselves at one end of the island where there was a little grassy area overlooking a small cliff and the ocean. Vic made a call and five minutes later a chair, table and sun umbrella were brought out for her, swiftly followed by Champagne and some sort of little hors d'oeuvre that she munched on. Blankets were brought for me and Max who could roam free but Vic kept me on a lead.

She unclipped it from my collar then told me to ‘sit’ like a dog. I did as commanded, aware that even here eyes and ears were picking everything up. A waiter brought me and Max a bowl of water each. I had the indignity of getting on all fours and slurping like a fucking dog. I pointed my naked butt away from Max in case the horny fucker got any ideas.

Then the food arrived. My mouth watered as a platter of Lobster and seafood arrived for Victoria, a perfect meal to go with the Champagne and the view. Max was given a bowl of chopped raw steak which he dived into. I was panicking that I’d have the same but mine was cooked mince with veggies, it was cold but tasted nice. It was awkward eating it like a dog but I got through it.

After we’d eaten Vic supped her champagne and soon Max got inquisitive. He sniffed my butt and licked me a few times, I knew I’d have to let him mount me again at some point and this was as good a time as any so I prepared myself mentally to let him fuck me. But then Max switched his focus to Vic, sniffing around her legs and under her dress.

“Now what are you interested in under there? Hmm, let me see, is it mummy’s pussy you want?”

Her cutsie voice and big smile made me want to vomit. She moved sideways on the chair so she was facing me, then lifted her dress up and opened her legs. Max went straight for her pussy, licking at the fabric barely covering her fleshy cunt lips. His tail wagged like crazy and his panting got heavy.

“Okay, boy, good boy, here you go,” she reassured him, pulling the gusset of her g-string to the side.

Max licked her pussy for a while then something happened that I couldn’t quite believe, she had an orgasm. There was no mistaking it, it was a real orgasm. She was fucking enjoying this.

Then she looked at me.

“Not interested in Mummy’s pussy Sarah?”

I got the hint, it was time to play my part. I crawled over on all fours and wiggled my bum trying to make it look like I had a tail to wag. Then I moved Max out of the way and started eating Vic’s pussy. If I was going to do this I’d do it right, I went for her clit and tried my best to get her off. This was the first pussy I’d ever eaten so I had to learn on the job. I was doing well I thought, I was sure Vic was close to coming when Max tried and failed to mount me. I knew it was coming though, since I’d displaced him from Vic’s cunt he’d been around the back of me licking my butt and pussy from behind, which felt quite pleasant actually. I knew he would fuck me sooner or later and now he was trying to mount me in earnest.

“Good boy Max, fuck Sarah, good boy, that’s it, mount her,” she coaxed him.

Hearing Vic's words like that increased Max’s tempo, his claws dug in and scratched my back as he tried to get purchase on me. I felt the tip of his cock hit my hole once but mainly it slid up my back. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him, but then I had a horrible thought, what if he goes in my arse? A couple of the dogs that raped me went in my butt and it’s outrageously painful. The better option was to encourage him into my pussy. I stopped eating Vic’s cunt for a bit and looked behind me, Max was licking me again.

I tapped my bum cheek and tried to encourage him up on me, “Good boy Max, come fuck me, there's a good boy, come on, come get some,” his paws clawed at my back and legs as he positioned himself. Still no joy.

“Sarah, try spreading your knees as wide as you can, it’ll lower your butt to Max’s height and give him space to stand between your legs.”

I did as asked and spread my knees as wide as I could, then put my face and shoulders down on the floor so I was pointing my ass right up in the air. I felt even more exposed and vulnerable, it was a horrible feeling. Max mounted me again and I knew this angle was just right for him. He was hung over me, his heavily panting jaw slobbering by my head. Then BAM.

“Ahhhhhhhh, fuuuuccckkkkk.”

His fat cock found my cunt and slammed in with such force I saw stars and started crying. He went at me furiously, pounding his thick dog meat into my poor little pussy. God this dog could fuck. Then he slowed down and I felt the knot expanding.

“Good boy Max, that’s it, breed your little bitch, good boy,” said Vic as ‘her Max’ knotted in me.

Vic looked like she was genuinely loving this. Now Max had stopped thrusting and was locked inside me it felt almost nice. Jesus, what was wrong with me? Whimpers of pleasure escaped from my mouth alongside the tears as I felt my pussy filling up with Max’s warm cum.

He had started coming in me almost from the first thrust, but while he’s thrusting it tends to leak out, it’s a good lubricant though. Now he was locked in me the knot was keeping all his seed inside me, just as it was designed to do. I could feel his balls contracting against my pussy, and then a second later a spurt of come. I closed my eyes and with each spurt and contraction from Max, I grew hornier and hornier. Victoria moved next to us on the floor. She was stroking my hair tenderly and making calming ‘shhh’ sounds. ‘Just enjoy it, ’ she whispered to me. Then she reached underneath me and deftly rubbed my clit.

My pussy contracted around Max who reacted by trusting a little. Combined with Victoria’s rubbing of my clit it was starting to seriously excite me. I didn’t want it to though, I didn’t want to enjoy this. The only protest I had against my situation on this island was a silent one in my head, and now I was being robbed of that.

Vic’s expert fingers and Max’s gentle pumping inside me were enough to bring me to a reluctant but thunderous orgasm. Max pumped harder, Vic rubbed faster and I yelled with wanton delight into the evening air and climaxed so hard I almost blacked out. I few (seconds?) later I woke up and saw Vic's face, she looked happy, very happy.

“He’s knotted in you, this might take a few minutes”

“It’s okay, it feels quite nice.”

“It’s very intimate isn’t it?”

“Yeah, intimate is one word for it.”

“Here he comes now,” She said as Max tried to pull out of me.

The knot felt like a fucking football. It stretched me wide, this must be what childbirth is like I thought. Max slowly, really fucking slowly, edged himself out and I yelled out loud, it was agony. Then he slipped out with a slurping noise and a pop and the world's supply of dog cum came flooding out of me. Max licked most of it up though. I looked at his cock to see this football-sized knot that had hurt me so much and I was surprised to see it was about the size of a golf ball, maybe slightly bigger. Huh, it sure didn’t feel like that a moment ago.

As if reading my mind, Vic said, “The knot is the best bit and the worst bit. God, it feels good when it's in there but it hurts like hell coming out. Still, you’ll get used to it, I have. Come on, let's walk,” she said and clipped the lead to my collar.

Max was still horny though, his cock was hanging down so Vic had him mount me on the grass again a few minutes later. There was no knot this time thankfully but it was another mercilessly hard and fast pounding, although it was short, a few minutes at most. I didn’t orgasm, but I have to say I was getting used to Max, you could go so far as to say I didn’t mind him mounting me. Perhaps it was because Vic seemed to love him so much or perhaps it was because he wasn’t one of those huge vicious hounds. Or maybe it was because I was actually starting to like this dog sex stuff.

Then, when Max cocked his leg to pee on a tree, Vic unhooked my lead and said, “Go on, go pee, good girl,”

For fucks sake, really?

I needed to pee anyway so I made a show of scratching about in the leaves near a tree then just squatted and peed. When I was done Max licked my pussy and we carried on with our evening stroll. Today had been easy compared to what I’d been through to this point, but I was still recovering physically and by the time we got back to the house just after dark I was knackered. Vic laid me down in a giant dog bed at the foot of her bed, covered me with a blanket and said ‘stay’.

She took her dress off, got on the bed and said to Max, “Come on, good boy, your wife needs her husband’s cock.”

“WOOF.”

Max jumped up on the bed and got excited, Vic bent over and barely had time to pull her G-string down her thighs before Max plunged into her. He hit the mark first time too.

“Ah fuck yeah, that’s the spot, goooood booooyyyyy MMMMMaaaaxxxxxx.”

She cried in orgasmic pleasure as her ‘husband’ mounted and pounded her pale ginger ass. And it was her ass, I could see clearly that he had his cock in her butt. And she still got off on it. I was too tired to give a shit, I fell asleep and wondered what tomorrow’s doggy play date would bring. No doubt I’d be busy taking more dog cock. But hearing Vic's pleasurable moans as I drifted off to sleep made me wonder if it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it was going to be.

~~~~~~~~~~

When I woke up Vic was sucking Max off. You dirty bitch I thought as she lay under him and blew him like a porn star. Which I suppose she kinda was.

“Morning!” she said cheerfully, wiping his come off her chin.

“We’re going to have such a good day, I’m so excited! Now, Max has already had his morning hump, and I’ve given him a nice little suckie too, but the horny little devil is greedy for more. Be a good girl Sarah and drain his balls while I shower.”

While Vic was in the bathroom I tried to tempt Max onto me but he seemed to just want Vic, he kept scratching at the bathroom door. I had to work hard to get him interested in me, I even put a fucking doggy treat in my pussy for him, which did the trick and had him licking my cunt. I bent over that bench thing that Vic had and Max humped me, missing me and sliding up my back. The second time though, WHAM!

God, that dog hits home hard, and his cock is thick and longer than my Ex-boyfriend’s.

By the time Vic got out of the shower Max was ploughing me good style, my cunt was a dripping mess. He would fuck me hard for a minute, coming all the time, then stop, lick and sniff my butt then start again. This went on for maybe twenty minutes or so while Vic got dressed. I never told Vic but on the third time he mounted me I had a little orgasm, which was the time he was locked in me. She was right, Max was a lovely dog and when he locked in like that and relaxed inside you it was incredibly erotic.

One doggy orgasm could be put down to an accident, but two? It was official, I’d been turned into a dog slut.

The weather was hot so Vic smothered me in suntan lotion but left me naked except for a pair of pumps and a collar. She wore a pretty cotton, flowery summer dress, it was orange with yellow flowers and a high hemline. She teamed it up with cute sandals, a lovely woven summer hat and Jackie O sunglasses. The bitch looked fantastic, she would have fitted in perfectly with the rich set on the vacations I used to take on the French Riviera.

We ate breakfast outdoors by the ocean, the table had been left out for us from last night. Vic had freshly baked pastries, coffee and orange juice. Max had his usual bowl of chopped steak and I had two bowls, one with orange juice and the other with fruit and yoghurt, which of course I had to eat dog-style.

I was expecting to have to fuck Max again but Vic happily got down on all fours on the blanket, lifted her dress over her waist and presented her pantyless ass for Max, who of course gave his wife exactly what she wanted, a damned hard fucking. As she stood up Max’s cum was dripping down out of her gaping pussy and down her legs. She tried to encourage Max to lick it up but he was not interested.

“Sarah, come here. Be a good girl and clean me up, Max is tired.”

Fucking bitch, she could have just used a tissue or got a maid to wipe her. But no, she got me to do it. Forcing myself to smile and stay in character I crawled over on all fours and made a good show of happily lapping dog come off her thighs and pussy. I should have won an Oscar. All I got was a pat on the head and a ‘good girl’. Still, it was far better than being tortured, raped and savaged by dogs.

After breakfast, Vic led us to the kennels. She left Max outside with a helper as she was worried that all the ‘big nasty dogs might scare him’.

For fucks sake.

The kennels were a very nice, plush building purpose-built for the job with all the facilities needed for a first-rate kennel. They must have kept it very clean as it hardly even smelled of dogs. These dogs were given the very best of everything, not spoiled mind you, but they got the top care possible, there was even a full-time vet here. When I die I wouldn’t mind being reincarnated as one of these dogs, they had a pretty cool life.

“We have to choose three dogs,” Vic told me, “for this afternoon’s playdate. What do you fancy?”

“I’m not too bothered really I…”, she scowled at me and I quickly corrected myself, “Sorry, I mean I’m not sure, there are so many to choose from, I’d like to look around.”

She smiled at my quick switch to a more agreeable attitude just as the kennel mistress appeared. She was a tall, attractive, dark-haired woman called Olivia, I thought she was quite pretty and wondered if she fucked the dogs as she showed us about. She told us there were thirty-five dogs in total, all bred for different kinds of things. The male studs as she called them, the dogs who regularly fuck humans, numbered fifteen. The rest were made up of a handful of guard dogs for the security guys, some yearlings she was training to be studs and five large dogs they used for the snuff movies. They were the dogs who would have been set on me had Vic not persuaded me to sort my shit out. I nearly had a panic attack at being so close to the dogs they’d have used for my execution. I was pleased to find out that they were kept in a separate kennel away from the other dogs as they were so dangerous.

Olivia made a point of showing off a hound, a nice-looking medium-sized black and white dog. She explained that she’d spent a long time cross-breeding to get the perfect stud dog, which was one with the right temperament, a good-sized cock and large testicles, so he could produce plenty of cum. The woman clearly enjoyed her work.

Olivia showed us the rest of the dogs as we walked up and down, looking at each one in its spacious and comfortable-looking cubicle. Given where I’ve been sleeping until recently I was quite envious of these dogs. Vic was stroking each of them in turn and getting all mushy and girly; if she was acting then she was bloody good at it. I was convinced she was genuinely excited at the prospect of the doggy play date.

Personally, I didn’t care which of these dogs she chose, I just wanted to get it over and done with. I swallowed my pride and played the game though, if I was going to do this then I had to do my best to be convincing. This was a very recent decision on my part though, likely brought on by my proximity to the killer snuff hounds.

“Erm, what about this one? He seems nice?” I said, forcing a smile.

It was a German Sheppard, Olivia told us his name was Scoop.

“He looks lovely. Why don’t you go in and see if you can make friends with him?” Vic encouraged me.

Which translated meant get in there and fuck him.

I went in and found he was a calm and pleasant-natured dog. He began licking me and was very playful, his tail was wagging constantly. He wasn’t too excitable though, he was older than Max and seemed to take his time sizing me up. Play the game I told myself.

I looked at the kennel mistress and said, “Erm, can I try him for size and let him mount me please?”

“Of course,” she smiled.

Being the experienced dog Scoop was, as soon as I got on all fours he wasted no time taking his prize and smashing his cock in my cunt. He never knotted me but there was loads of cum.

“Oh goody!” said Vic, “Sarah’s making friends with him already!”

I let him mount me for about ten minutes then stood up.

“Good boy Scoop,” I said and made a fuss of him, all just for show of course.

“I think it’s love at first sight!” Beamed Vic.

“Oh I do love him, he’s wonderful. And a good fuck too, can we invite him to play please?” God, those words were hard to say.

“Of course!” said Vic, You stay there and get to know your new friend while I choose two other dogs.”

Oh, great, I was going to have to let him mount me again. I bent down and waited for Scoop to do his thing as Vic walked off with Olivia. Scoop fucked me three more times and somewhere among them I had my second orgasm of the day. I needed help. Dogs were turning me on. Then he knotted in me on the fourth go and my god, he stretched me beautifully. He pumped so much cum in me that I thought I’d burst. I yelped and moaned “ah” and “ooh” with each pump of his hot fluid (it really is far warmer than human semen, it feels hot inside you). Vic and Olivia came back and were both smiling at me like two soccer mums watching their kids play in the ball pond.

“That’s the thing with Scoop,” said the kennel woman, “He’s got a nice-sized cock but his knot is very big.”

Ah hell. Just my luck.

She wasn’t wrong either, that knot nearly killed me as he pulled it out. I screamed and my eyes welled up but it was over soon enough and more cum than I’d ever seen in my life came rushing out of my rather sore pussy. By then, Vic had chosen two other dogs, I’d find out what they were later she told me as she gave instructions to Olivia to bring them to the house later that day.

“Right, come on, Sarah, we need to go. Mistress just called me.”

On the way back to the house a maid had whispered something to Vic who shrieked with excitement and literally ran us back to her room. On the bed was a brand new bright pink collar and lead for me, the collar had ‘Sarah’ written on it in sparkly lettering. Vic put it on me straight away, giggling like a schoolgirl at the sight of me. There was more though. I had dog ears now. I kid you fucking not she put pink dog ears on me, they were on a headband thing. Oh, and I’ve got a tail now. A long, bright pink fluffy tail on a butt plug. Oh Joy I thought, my humiliation was now complete.  

Victoria had me bend over the bed so she could put the dog tail butt plug in me. She rubbed a little lube on my anus and then just pushed it in, the bitch did it hard too, it fucking hurt. Then Vic bent forward and whispered in my ear, ‘The dogs can’t get in your butt now. ’

I could have kissed her.

In those first few days while Mistress was trying to break me the dogs they set on me didn’t care which hole they used and took me in the butt, even now it was still sore. I thought Vic was mocking me with this outfit but she had come up with an ingenious way to stop those fucking hounds from going in my ass, which one of them was sure to do sooner or later. Having the knot in the butt was agony on a whole new level. It was around this time that I started to realise that Vic was looking out for me a lot more than I realised. It was also around this time that I started feeling serious guilty pangs, she was only here because of me. Yet somehow she found the goodness within her heart to be kind to me.