The K9 Queen - Victoria’s Story

On the island I felt protected. I had luxurious surroundings and everything my heart could desire with nothing to worry about except for fucking Max as often as possible, and that was joy, not a hardship. Now that we were away from that sanctuary, I felt vulnerable. Which was silly because I had Mistress with me, plus four bodyguards and two maids from the island who came with us to see to our needs.

Sarah promised to take good care of Max, she was going to sleep in my bed with him each night and she would make sure to let him fuck her whenever he wanted. I had plenty of sex with him yesterday. As soon as we left Mistress’s study I fucked him by the pool and spent ages sucking him off. I think he really likes that now, he always gets super excited when I say ‘suckies’ to him. Sarah rolls her eyes when I do that but I don’t care, I love my Max.

All afternoon and well into the night I had sex with Max, he’s got such wonderful stamina, he can go for hours on end, albeit in brief spurts. Still, by bedtime, I’d had more orgasms than I could count, plus a belly full of his come and a very sore pussy. Oh, and a sore ass too. I wasn’t going to see him for a few days so I let him fuck my bum. I know it’s naughty but he seems to like it and I secretly do too.

I’d finally been told exactly where the Island was. It turned out we were in the Mediterranean, 140 miles off the coast of Spain. If you drew a triangle between Algiers in North Africa, Ibiza in the Mediterranean and Cartagena on the Spanish coast our island would be smack in the middle of it. Spain, like Britain, was now a one-party state and very open to the type of activities Mistress Agatha profited from. Mistress had bought the island from the Spanish, whom she’d paid a fortune for it. They also provided protection for her too, for a fee of course. Pirates were a thing and Mistress said she needed the Spanish navy to keep them at bay.

The journey was an interesting one. The helicopter took about an hour to get to the Spanish mainland, I’d never been in one before, it was very exciting but a bit scary too. I’m not sure exactly where we landed, it was somewhere on the coast, a limousine whisked us off to a small private airstrip where a plane was waiting for us.

For the journey, I chose to wear a navy blue pencil skirt with a white blouse and Jimmy Choo heels. Underneath I had tan stockings and a black lace garter and undies set from Coco De Mer and a cute little black Chanel handbag. The maid had done my hair and make-up beautifully,  I felt like a million dollars. I got a real thrill walking from the limo to the private jet with maids and bodyguards fawning over us. I felt rich and important, like a Hollywood film star jet-setting around the world. The irony that I was now a minor star of sorts and living the high life and surrounded by luxury but without a penny to my name was not lost on me.

Once we were in the air Mistress swivelled around in her large cream leather chair to face me.

“Now then Victoria, let’s talk about you, shall we? It’s obvious how much you love Max and dog sex in general, or am I wrong? If I am, then tell me now.”

“No, you are not wrong, I love Max, and yes, dog sex too, honestly, being on the island with you has changed my life, I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy. I’ll admit the thought of fucking dogs horrified me at first, but Max is such a sweetie he won me over as soon as I met him. I’m completely smitten. After I started enjoying sex with Max I found quite a few of the other dogs in the kennels very appealing. Just for sex though, my heart belongs to Max.”

“I thought so, but I had to check. It’s rather sweet. Which is quite an accomplishment, until now my doggy movies have all been gritty and dark, I didn’t think serious money could be made from doing them in a more romantic, lighter style, you’ve proved me very wrong.”

“Sorry, I er…”

“Oh hush girl, I’ve never been so happy to be wrong. Anyway, I was watching you and Sarah the other day when you finished your run. I know you spoke truthfully when you said how much you love Max, and I’ve noted Sarah visiting Scoop of her own accord. Is Sarah really on board with what we’re doing, I mean, is she just a very good actress or does she now enjoy dog sex as much as you?”

“I know Sarah well, she’s not a very good liar, her father always saw right through her. I don’t think she could keep up an act like that for so long without tripping up. I’m sure that what we’re seeing now is a true representation of who she has become.”

“And does she have a bit of a thing for Scoop?”

“She said no, and I believe her. I think she enjoys dog sex and Scoop is her favourite, she just doesn’t love him like I love Max. If she had the right dog she probably could though.”

“Is Sarah happy?”

“She is certainly happier than she was, but that’s not saying much. Overall yes, I just think…erm…oh it doesn’t matter.”

“No, please, go ahead, speak freely.”

“She would be a lot happier with a different role, being my pet does not come naturally to her.”

“Can I trust her? For that matter, do you trust her?”

“That’s a good question. I trust her to a point but I don’t fully trust her, and neither should you.”

“Good girl Victoria, good girl. I knew you didn’t trust her fully, how could you after she lied and said you were driving that day? I just wanted to hear it from you.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, she’d never…”

“I know, I know, it’s okay, she's safe, don’t worry. I’ll just always keep one eye on her though. Now, you may not realise it but your conversation with Sarah after your run gave me an idea for a new series I have in mind for you. I wanted your thoughts on the matter but you’ve already told me what I want to know.”

“I have? What did I tell you?”

“That given the right dog, Sarah could fall for him the way you’ve fallen for Max. And also that she would be happier in a different role, one more like yours.”

“That would be lovely, I’d be so pleased for Sarah if she had someone like Max in her life and a more comfortable role to enjoy him.”

“You have a very kind heart, do you know that? Anyhow, this is my idea. We will make a new series, starring you and Max of course, as husband and wife, just like you are now. However, we reinvent Sarah as an old friend of yours, who, like you, has found her husband has been reincarnated in the body of a dog. She’s ashamed of herself and her love for him and won’t have sex with him for fear of…yadda yadda yadda. The point is, you invite Sarah to come and live with you on the Island with her dog, or husband I should say. Her character is much like yours, well-to-do, upper-class and enjoys the finer things in life. She comes to the island, has sex with her dog for the first time and their relationship blossoms.”

“Oh Mistress, that’s a wonderful idea!” I said, clapping my hands and practically leaping out of my seat in excitement. “Sarah will be thrilled, she’ll do so well, I know she will. And she can have a dog to love too! Oh my, it’s so lovely, I think I’m going to cry!”

“Don’t cry dear, you’ll ruin your make-up. After Sarah’s new character arrives on the island I’d like the four of you to become intimate with each other. You’ll also quickly discover that you and Sarah enjoy sex with each other a great deal. I presume you and Sarah can present as believable lovers? The fans love the dog sex but they are also very vocal about wanting to see more of you and Sarah together as a legitimate couple.”

“I’m not a lesbian, or even bisexual, but I don’t mind sex with women at all, I’ve had sex with quite a few in the past. I’d be happy to have sex with Sarah. Who knows, I could even learn to enjoy it.”

“That’s the spirit. I’ll leave you to give the new series some thought. Now then, I’ve been so busy making all these arrangements I’ve not had time to fulfil my own needs.”

And with that, she got up out of her seat and said something to one of the guards. Mistress then pulled the hem of her short dress up and her panties down then bent over the arm of the chair. The guard dropped his trousers, revealing an impressive erection and plunged it into her, much to her delight. I was quite shocked, to say the least.

I’d presumed Mistress was a lesbian, she had me bring her off many times and she used Sarah too, and I’d seen her with a few maids but never a man. If was wrong about her being a lesbian, what else could I have misunderstood about her?

While Mistress was getting her kicks I kept thinking about how happy Sarah was going to be when we got back and I gave her the good news. The poor girl had put up with a lot being my pet and she deserved a break. I’m sure she’d be happy having sex with me too, she had never eluded as to her true sexuality with me but I knew she liked men because she had a boyfriend back home. But I had no idea if she genuinely liked women too. Still, she’d be able to make a believable show of it, of that I was sure.

Mistress’s casual use of her guard gave me a thought. If was going to be having regular sex with Sarah and make it believable then a bit of practice wouldn’t hurt. I looked across at the maids, who for this trip had swapped their usual black and white outfits for stylish black dresses. One of them in particular I thought was very attractive, she was in her early twenties with fair skin, dark eyes and brown hair. She would do nicely.

When I caught her eye I said, “You, what’s your name?”

“My name is Anna.”

“Anna, come over here,” when she was standing in front of me I said, “Take off your dress.”

She did as I asked without hesitation, dropping her dress to the floor. She had a lovely slim figure and boobs bigger than I had expected. She wore a black thong, black bra and black hold-up stockings.

I stood up and said, “Take off my skirt…good, now my G-string.”

I sat back down and spread my legs, throwing them over the arms of the leather chair.

“On your knees girl, make me come.”

“Yes, Miss Victoria.”

Anna had a devilishly good tongue and a magic touch with her fingers. I may not be a lesbian but the girl brought me to a climax in no time at all. I spent the rest of the two-hour flight with Anna camped between my legs, giving me orgasm after orgasm. By the time we landed, I concluded that I could definitely come around to the idea of fucking women. And Mistress seemed quite happy about this too, which was always a good thing.

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We landed at a small airfield to the south of London called Biggin Hill where three black Mercedes cars were waiting for us. Mistress and I didn’t wait for the baggage, we just got into the lead car, driven by one of our guards with a second guard in the front. The other staff would follow behind us at some point. It would take about an hour for us to get to the hotel Mistress had booked in Central London.

“What was all that about with Anna?” she asked.

“I thought I’d better start getting used to the idea of being with women. I rather enjoyed myself.”

“I could see that. You continue to impress me Victoria. Now then…take this,” she said and handed me a thick wad of cash, half in twenties, half in fifties. “For tipping and whatever. This is for the more expensive things,” her gloved hand passed me a credit card. “There’s no limit, well, it’s high enough you’ll never get close to it. And finally, here…”

She passed me a small mobile phone and smiled at the very confused look on my face.

“The pin code is 1234. There are two numbers on there, mine and the one for our support team. They all carry a mobile, if you call the second number one of them will answer should you need them.”

“I…I…um, I don’t understand. Why would I need a phone and money?”

“I thought you’d like a little free time while you’re here, maybe do some shopping, or see your mother perhaps?”

“Oh, Mistress I…I’m not sure. If you don’t mind I’ll stay with you,” I said and tried to hand it all back to her.

 “Victoria, this is not a test, I trust you.”

“But…I…er…”

“I keep telling you, speak freely.”

“Okay then, I will. You’ve just given me an escape kit and time alone to use it. How do you know I won’t run off?”

“Firstly, it’s not an escape kit, it’s just a little spending money and a phone. Secondly, you don’t need to escape. The moment we landed back in the UK you were free.”

“What? I don’t understand?”

“When I purchased you and Sarah, the cash I gave the government meant that essentially I’d paid your debt to society. How I recover that debt is my business. I’ve got no legal claim over you here. If you want I’ll stop the car now, you can get out and never see me again. You can even keep the cash.”

I was very flustered at this news. I was free? My heart was pounding, I felt sick.

“I feel very warm.”

She pressed a button and cool air flowed into my face from an air con vent.

I composed myself a little and said, “Thank you, but please, don’t toy with me. Why are you doing this?”

“Everything I’ve said is true, I’ve always told you the truth, I never lie, it’s my one weakness. Ironically it’s my biggest strength too. I’m betting that you won’t leave, that you’ll want to stay with me of your own accord.”

“That’s a hell of a gamble, if I do decide to leave won’t you lose a lot of money?”

“Uh-huh, your next series will make me a tidy sum. But where will you go? What will you do? Make films on your own? Go back to the brothel? You could probably carve out a good life of some sort. But it would be hard, very hard, and you’d be at the whim of the powerful men around you once more. And you’ve been there before, haven’t you?”

She was right of course, I had been there before.

“I feel a proposition coming on.”

“Work for me Victoria. You’ve got an excellent eye for making movies and you’re very good with people. Those years you spent in the brothel and serving rich people have taught you a lot. And besides everything else, I’ve grown to like you. Beneath the bitchy exterior I have a soft heart, and if anyone deserves a break it’s you. I was a lot like you once, and yes, I mean a whore. Not in a nice cosy brothel like you grew up in. I was a street whore until somebody gave me a chance one day and it changed my life. The rest is history. I can’t repay the person who helped me, so this is my way of returning the favour, call it good Karma.”

“What are you offering me?”

“HA! See, I knew you were cut from the right cloth.  You ignore the mushy sentiment and get straight down to business. Those whores in your mother's brothel taught you well, take everything they offer, isn’t that the mantra?”

“Yes, it is, and it’s not my mother’s brothel, she just works there.”

“Your mother runs the brothel now, she is the madam.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“It’s a recent development. Anyway, here’s my offer. I want you to live on the island and be happy there with Max and Sarah. Keep filming, just the way you have been. I’ll show you how to run the place and the whole filming business. You’ll have full autonomy over all the staff and will be able to come and go as you please.”

“Why do this now? You’re making good money from me, you could carry on like this for years.”

“Believe it or not the island is not my home, nor is it my only business interest. Your success has taken up far more time than I had planned. My hope is that with you running the island I’ll be able to give some much-needed attention to my other projects.”

Then she took a piece of paper and scribbled on it, “Here, this is your salary, plus a small percentage of the profits you generate. It’s generous and non-negotiable.”

I had to use all my willpower not to faint at the figure she’d written down. I’d never seen so many zeros.

“Okay, yes, this is very generous.”

“So you accept then?”

“What about Sarah?”

“The woman who sold you down the river and nearly got you both killed. Twice?”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“I admire your loyalty, even if it is misplaced.”

“Call it good Karma.”

“Very well. I’ll leave Sarah’s fate in your hands, set her free, kill her, whatever, you’re free to decide. But remember, you’re running a business now and she makes money, I wouldn’t let her go too soon if I were you.”

“I’ve no intention of letting her go.”

“What will you do with her then?”

I smiled, “Make movies of course.”

“You and I are going to get along very well Victoria.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The Shire Hotel in London was the jewel in the crown of the chain of Hotels set up and run by one of the Party’s senior players. I’d been here a few times when I was a working girl. Only party members and their guests can stay here, or visiting dignitaries and VIPs from foreign countries that the party wanted to impress. Every room was outrageously extravagant, it was opulence at its finest. The top two floors were exclusively for the party hierarchy, I’d never set foot up there. When we arrived we went straight to the seventh floor, the best that anyone not a party member could book and by far the best room available in London. I was very impressed with the influence Mistress Agatha wielded. You needed serious connections just to walk through the door here let alone book a suite on the seventh floor. I tried my best not to look overwhelmed, which I was.

After being fawned over by staff who were tripping over themselves to serve us we got to our rooms and Mistress nodded to me then at the hotel staff, I got the hint and tipped them each a fifty and they left us. Our staff from the island had rooms on either side of us while Mistress and I had the main multi-bedroom suite to ourselves. I’d like to describe the room to you but I wouldn’t do it justice. Instead, try to think of the best hotel room you’ve ever seen on TV, you know, those places in Dubai or Vegas where all the high rollers go. Now times it by ten and you’ll still come up short of the splendour here.

Mistress went to her room to make a few phone calls so I kicked my heels off, called the butler to make me a margarita and relaxed on a plush sofa and admired the views of London. Then my phone rang, which made me jump. I fished it out of my handbag, on the screen it said ‘staff’. Time to start getting used to my new role I thought.

“Yes?” I said curtly, trying to emulate Mistress Agatha.

“Miss Victoria,” a male voice said, “We’ve arrived at the hotel. May we bring the bags to your suite?”

“Yes,” I said and hung up.

Mistress came out of her room just as I put the phone back in my bag.

“The staff are here, they’re bringing the bags up.”

“Good. Are you hungry? It’s nearly seven o’clock, we can eat if you like.”

“That sounds nice. Shall we eat here?”

“In the room? No, let's use the restaurant.”

There was a knock at the door, “Enter,” I shouted and two of the guards came in with the first of our bags, a moment later the maids came in with the rest of our things.

“Good,” I said to the guard, “leave them there and have the maids come in and unpack everything. Oh, and see to it we have a table reserved in the restaurant, Mistress and I will be down to eat shortly.”

“Yes Miss Victoria,” he said and left us.

“My, my, Victoria, you’ve taken to this like a duck to water.”

“It may look that way but inside I’m a nervous wreck.”

“Well, it doesn’t show. Fake it till you make it eh?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, you’ve made it, there’s no need to fake it. You’re doing just fine.”

The meal was as sumptuous as you’d imagine. I ate well but drank a little too much though. Tired and slightly unsteady on my feet I returned to the room and went to bed for an early night. I missed Max terribly, but other than that I was happy and fell asleep soon after my head hit the pillow.

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I woke up around eight a.m. the next morning, fresh and eager to see what the day held. I slept naked and not feeling the need to dress went out to the suite and found Mistress fully dressed in a stylish red two-piece skirt and jacket, the woman always looked perfect. She was sitting at the dining table in the lounge area, sipping coffee and munching on a croissant. Breakfast had been laid out for us, enough for eight people by the look of it.

I yawned and stretched as I walked over to her, “Morning,” I said cheerily.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Very well thank you. Are we expecting guests?” I said, gesturing to the vast array of fruit, sliced meats, pastries and just about everything else you could possibly want at this time of the day.

I sat down and poured an orange juice and a coffee for myself.

“I wasn’t sure what you might like, so ordered a spread. If you want something hot then you can call down for it.”

“No, this is great, thank you.”

I took some fruit and a pastry and placed it on a plate and began munching away.

There was a knock at the door, Mistress looked at me, then said, “Would you like to cover up, or shall I let them in?”

“Let them in, they’ve seen me naked enough times. And if it’s the hotel staff they’ve seen a lot worse, I’m sure.”

Mistress shouted for them to come in, and one of the guards entered with Anna, the maid. They paid no mind to my state of undress.

“The cars are ready, as you requested,” said the guard. “Is there anything else you need Mistress?”

“No, two of you wait with the cars, the other two stay here,” Then she turned to me, “Would you like Anna to stay and help you dress?”

“Yes, Anna, wait here please.”

Anna and the two guards stood patiently and waited for me and Mistress as we ate at a leisurely pace.

“What’s the plan today?” I asked.

“Business this morning, then perhaps some shopping this afternoon.”

“Sounds good. I’d better get ready, I’ll be as quick as I can.”

I was worried that Mistress was dressed and ready to go and I was holding her up.

“Take your time, there’s no rush, there is plenty I can do while you get ready.”

“In that case…Anna, come to my bedroom, I’m horny.”

“Yes, Miss Victoria.”

Mistress didn’t even look up from the newspaper she was reading.

I lay Anna on the bed and rode her face, coming quickly, the release was short but very intense. Perhaps later on I’d fuck her again, I’d see how I felt. I had a quick shower and then I had Anna dress me and do my hair and make-up. I chose a white Karen Millen dress with a deep V-neck front that showed off my cleavage, it had puffed shoulders, three-quarter length sleeves and an elegant black belted waist. I teamed it up with black Christian Louboutin heels, Jackie O sunglasses and a black pearl necklace. And of course my now customary array of fine lingerie, too.

I felt ready to set the world ablaze.