The K9 Queen - Victoria’s Story

We got in the cars and headed to a place just outside of London.

“May I ask what our business is this morning?”

“I need more stock,” she saw the bemused look on my face and said, “Women mainly, but perhaps a few dogs too, we’ll see.”

“Is that why I’m here, to help pick some dogs?” it was a thought I quite liked.

“Yes, but the women too.”

“You’re bringing more women to the Island?”

“If they’re the right ones then maybe. I’ll let you choose.”

“What will we use them for?”

“Good question, maybe have them as pets, like Sarah was to you. Or simply use them for some bread-and-butter dog movies, it depends on the girl. But mostly I need stock for my other ventures.”

“May I ask what those ventures are?”

“I produce very niche porn. Besides the dog sex films, I have a farm. The girls there fuck all sorts of animals, horses and donkeys, pigs, dogs of course and goats as well. It’s very popular, I need maybe three or four more for that farm, we tend to go through them quite quickly.”

I didn’t want to think about what she meant by ‘go through them quickly’.

“We also have a breeding farm.”

“What’s a breeding farm?” I asked.

“It was a novel idea from an associate of mine. We use women as breeding stock. They are treated a bit like cattle, they’re fucked by various men until they become pregnant and then we milk them like cows from machines as soon as they start to lactate. We sell the milk to the punters, they pay a lot for it. We also take bets on which of the men fathered the babies, and we announce the results after a paternity test, it’s a nice little sideline. Of course, it’s the online footage that makes the real money though, it’s run on a 24/7 webcam.”

“What happens to the babies?”

“They get adopted by childless party members, they all get very good homes. They’ll have a far better life than if their birth mothers raised them.”

“Do you have any other businesses?”

“I own three high-end brothels, some of the girls we see today will be placed in them. Other than that my business is boring stuff, property, stocks and shares and a hotel in Barcelona.”

Her mention of a brothel started me thinking, I plucked up the courage to ask her what was on my mind.

“How did you know my mother is now the madam of the brothel?”

“Because it was me that gave her that position. I purchased the place last week.”

“Wait, you bought the place? Why?”

“My other brothels are in Germany and Spain, I’ve been on the lookout for one in London and this one was a good investment. Plus, your mother works there and I thought you’d be happy she was now running it, and with a generous cut of the profits I might add.”

“You’re right, you do have a soft side, thank you, that was a kind thing to do.”

“Oh don’t get me wrong, it was a business decision, helping your mother was a silver lining. I need to meet with her and I’m sure you’d like to see her too, shall we invite her over to the hotel for dinner tonight?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

“Consider it done.”

The drive took about ninety minutes. The place we went to had the feel of being on the cusp of the countryside, it was just outside a suburban area on the edge of London but the last ten minutes were down country lanes. I knew London well but not so much the surrounding areas, I had no idea where we were. We pulled up to a set of tall metal gates that opened as our car approached. The driveway led to a wide open space with a nice-looking detached house and some sort of long, single-story, industrial-looking building behind it. Beyond the buildings was quite a lot of open but very well-fenced-off land. When we got out I was surprised to see Olivia, the kennel mistress.

“Are they here?” Said Mistress without any formality.

“Yes, they’re ready for you.”

Then Olivia looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and decided to greet her like an old friend.

“Olivia! What a pleasant surprise.”

“It’s nice to see you, Miss Victoria. I think you’ll like it here,” she said and winked.

‘Miss Victoria’…everyone seemed to be calling me that, Mistress must have told them to. It was growing on me.

I followed Mistress into the house, which was nicely furnished but functional rather than lavish. We went through to a type of large reception room, there were two comfy high-backed armchairs on one side, with little tables next to them. Other than that, and thick, plush carpets, the room was empty. The only other feature was a door at the other end of the room. Mistress and I sat down and a maid brought us tea. Then Olivia came in.

“What have we got?” asked Mistress.

“Not a bad crop actually, the cells were quite full. I’ve sifted out the dross, this is the best of them. There are thirty-two in all.”

“My goodness, that is a lot.”

“Is that thirty-two women?” I asked.

“Yes, all from the holding facility, you’ll know it well.”

“Indeed I do. I’m curious, they brought them here? You didn’t have to visit them on-site like you did with me?”

“You and Sarah were special cases, I’d never normally set foot in the place. They always bring them here to me.”

“I see,” I said, feeling oddly privileged.

“Send in the first batch Olivia.”

The door opened and a guard led in six naked women, all with their heads bowed to the floor. They lined up in front of us and Mistress got up to inspect them, so I followed suit. Ever since I knew we’d be choosing girls I had suspected they might come from the holding facility and my heart sank when I knew that was actually the case. I felt bad for them, I knew only too well what they’d gone through. At least I thought I did. But these women were not bruised or physically scarred and looked to be in good health. A point I raised with Mistress.

“They seem healthy?”

“Generally they keep them in good health so they fetch a better price. You and Sarah were a rare exception to that rule.”

“I see.”

Mistress walked up and down the line, I followed her, examining the girls. They were aged in their late teens or early twenties I guessed, all of them were white, slim and fairly pretty. Just as had happened to me, Mistress checked their teeth and looked them over carefully for signs of illness or disfigurement. We had medical records, so we knew they were healthy, we were mostly checking their aesthetic quality. Occasionally she’d squeeze their boobs, checking to see if they were real. Each girl had to bend over, spread their legs and show us their labia. Anyone with what Mistress called ‘unsightly lips’ was rejected. This was a process that was repeated for every girl that day. I put my pity for them to one side, if I was going to do this job then I needed to do it properly and I couldn’t afford the luxury of sentiment.

“Anything catch your eye?” She asked me.

“Nothing special, at least not suitable for the island anyway. I dare say you could make use of them on either of the farms, but certainly not a nicer establishment.”

“Agreed,” Said Mistress, “Olivia, I don’t want that one, her tits are saggy, nor this one, she’s got bad teeth. Split the rest between the farms as you see fit.”

Olivia shooed the girls out and then brought in the next crop.

These were made up of four black women and two Latino girls. Olivia had a good eye for what Mistress needed, these women were quite curvy on the hips and generally a bit more rounded so they were all picked to go to the breeding farm, except for one of the Latinos who went to the animal farm. Poor girl I thought, she’d have donkey cock in her by the end of the week.

The next group were all rejected for one reason or another, again I think Olivia knew they’d be rejected and so had put them all in the same group.  

The fourth group were a lot better quality, they all had lovely figures and were very pretty. I couldn’t see anything wrong with them at all, although none stood out as suitable to take to the Island.

“Thoughts?” said Mistress.

“This is better, they’re far higher quality than the other groups,” I pointed out two brunettes and a blonde, “These three would make good money in the brothels, I’m sure of it. Maybe this one too,” I said, pointing at another brunette.

Mistress frowned, “I thought that all six in this group would be suitable for the brothels, these other two, why not them?”

“That one on the end, she’s got crazy eyes, she looks like she wants to kill me. The punters would hate her, the last thing they want is a bunny boiler staring up at them when they're pumping away.”

“Olivia, reject that one,” she said, then turned to me, “and this one? Why not her? She’s very pretty, I thought she was the best of the bunch?”

“She’s very beautiful and has a stunning figure, but she can’t be trusted.”

“How can you tell that just from looking at her?”

“Do you have any information on why she’s been sentenced? I’d take a bet it’s for fraud or theft, perhaps some sort of confidence trick. She’s been a working girl too, although that alone doesn’t disqualify her of course.”

“Olivia, bring me the file on these women.”

Mistress leafed through a folder, a moment later her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

“Well, I never. She’s a former whore, you’re right there. She has a long list of petty thefts to her name, but most recently she tried to scam someone out of quite a lot of cash in a fake shares con. Victoria, how on earth did you know that?”

“Do you see the scar, just here…” I said, pointing to a small round scar at the bottom of the back of her neck.

“Yes, what of it?”

“The madam of the house she worked in gave her that, it’s a cigarette burn. It means she can’t be trusted, usually because they were scamming somehow. That’s probably why she started thieving on the streets, once she had that mark no other whore house in the country would take her. It’s common for girls in that situation to then start thieving and often graduate to con tricks or fraud, they’re used as a honey trap.”

“Well we certainly won’t take her either, reject this one as well Olivia.”

The final group were brought in and straight away I could see that Olivia had saved the best for last, there were eight of them. The first thing Mistress did was walk behind them and check for scars on their necks. Every girl looked like a catwalk model, I was very impressed.

“I like them,” I said after I’d given them a thorough inspection.  

“Which ones?”

“All of them!”

“Don’t be greedy, you may have four.”

“Very well, I’ll take the redhead over there, the brunette with the bright blue eyes, um, this blonde here and…hmmm, yes, that brunette there.”

“Good choices. Olivia, take them to the island. Victoria, I presume the rest meet your exacting standards for my brothels?”

“Definitely. Although…” I went to the end of the line, where a young and very shy-looking girl was standing. She was petite, maybe only five feet two and I could see she’d been crying. I thought about taking her with me to the island but she looked so forlorn that I didn’t want to inflict the dogs on her. Another idea struck me though.

“You, what’s your name?”

“Katie, Miss.”

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen, Miss.”

“You’re local, no? South London would be my guess.”

“Yes miss, from Brixton.”

“Why are you here?”

“They said I stole a watch from the lady of the house but I didn’t miss, honest, it was her daughter what took it, they just blamed me.”

She started crying, although she tried hard not to.

“Mistress, please, would you indulge me and send this one to my mother?”

Mistress Agatha smiled at me, “Yes, of course, I’m sure your mother will look after the girl.”

Katie smiled at me and seemed somewhat relieved but I wanted her to know her fate.

“Don’t smile just yet young lady. My mother is the madam of a brothel, you’ll be put to work there.”

The poor girl’s face dropped and she started crying again.

“She’s a hard taskmaster and runs a tight ship. I should know, I was one of her girls once.”

It was a small white lie, but it had the desired effect, which was basically, hang in there and you could be standing where I am one day.

“Work hard, do what she tells you and never betray her and I promise you’ll be okay.”

“Yes miss, I will, I promise.”

“Good girl.”

“Right then, shall we have some more tea before we move on?” Said Mistress.

“Yes, but I’ve just had a thought. The four who are going to the Island, we should have them tattooed, like me and Sarah.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Olivia, would you see to it that from now on, all girls who go to the Island are given the dog paw tattoo?”

“Yes, of course, Mistress.”

“Good, now, let’s have some tea.”

We drank tea from fine China and relaxed in the armchairs, discussing the girls we’d chosen. She praised me several times for my judgement in picking the girls and asked why I chose the four that I did. I told her that clearly the best girls were in the last group and that I wanted a mix of hair colours, but beyond that, it was pot luck, I’d just have to take a chance on their personalities.

When we were done chatting and drinking tea we went out to the kennels, which was the long building behind the house that I’d seen when we arrived. Olivia was there to greet us again. As soon as I caught the scent of dogs my pussy juiced up.

Olivia kept this kennel in as good a state as the one on the island. She told me she spent more than half her time here breeding, selecting and training the dogs for their various roles. We saw the puppies first and I instantly melted. They were gorgeous, I could have played with them all day but we had work to do.

“Okay, Victoria, we’re here to choose a dog for Sarah. It was Olivia who chose Max for you, and she’s selected one she thinks would be just right for Sarah.”

“You chose Max for me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Thank you so much, he’s wonderful, I love him dearly.”

“So did I, he is very special. But I’ve got another special one for Sarah, come and meet Jake.”

In a cubicle near the front of the building was the most beautiful black Labrador I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, he’s gorgeous! May I get in with him?”

“Yes,” said Mistress, “but don’t let him mount you, it’s best if his first time is with Sarah, it’ll help him bond with her.”

“Of course, that’s quite right, she should be his first.”

Olivia told me that like Max, Jake was two years old and had the perfect temperament for the task he’d been chosen for. I played with him and he did get a bit frisky, he’d be a horny little thing I thought, just like my Max. He was ever so friendly and very playful, I knew Sarah would love him. I spent a few minutes with him but cut it a lot shorter than I’d have wanted to so as not to bond with him, I wanted Sarah to do that. Reluctantly I left him and returned to Oliva and Mistress.

“Now then, while we’re here, we need some extra dogs for the island, especially if you’re going to have four new girls there,” said Mistress.

“There are ten here ready to go, but we’ve only got room for four more on the island,” said Olivia as we walked up and down the row of kennels.

“Oooh…choices, choices, I feel like a kid in a candy store!”

By now my pussy was aching and the crotch of my thong was soaking wet.

“Um, Mistress?”

“I know what you’re going to say, and yes, you can have some fun. I’ll take the car back to London, you can stay and have fun here, choose whatever four you want. I’ll send the other car to pick you up. The rest of the day is yours, do with it as you will. We’re meeting your mother at eight at the hotel.”

“Thank you!” I said with a wide grin, “Oh, and please can you ask Anna to bring fresh underwear and stockings for me? I’ve creamed my knickers already and I’m sure these boys will ruin my stockings.”

Mistress laughed hard, “My dear girl, you’re definitely in the right business. Have fun.”

“I will, thanks again,” I said as she left.

“So, where would you like to start?” Asked Olivia when Mistress had left.

“Gosh, so many to choose from. Perhaps you could help me with my dress first?”

“Of course.”

Olivia unzipped me and carefully scooped up the dress as I stepped out of it then gave it to a maid to look after. I slipped my shoes off, and the knickers I’d creamed and walked up and down the kennels in my bra, stockings and suspender belt. There were a few dogs I’d had my eye on, mainly because they were breeds we didn’t have on the island. The first one who caught my eye was a charming black and white border collie called Finn.

“He looks nice, I’ll try him first.”

“Good choice,” she said, “would you like me to leave or can I stay?”

“You’re more than welcome to stay if you like. May I ask, do you have sex with the dogs too?”

“Yes, of course, how do you think they get trained to fuck humans so well?”

“You must really enjoy your work.”

“You’re not the only one in the right business,” she said with a grin. “But training them all by myself would be far too much, I’ve got a team of girls who help me.”

I got in the kennel with Finn who was very happy to see me. Straight away his tail wagged and was sniffing and licking my crotch and soon a fine-looking cock stretched out underneath him. I played with his cock with my hand for a bit, getting him used to me but he was very keen and kept jumping up at me, to be fair I was more than ready too.

I got on all fours and presented for him and he was on me straight away. I love it when a dog does me while I’m all dressed up in super hot, expensive lingerie, there is something quite thrilling about it. There were the usual couple of false starts before he found the spot and then bang, off he went.

As usual, the first thrust hurt a little but I was getting used to that now. The Collie’s hips were very fast, he was motoring his cock in and out of me at a furious rate. I was in heaven. For a minute or so he banged me, which was just my warm-up, he’d hardly come. Then after a few licks he was back on me, this time I got a good fucking for maybe three minutes and got more come from him. The third fucking was the best, he lasted longer and knotted in me, which I had grown to love, it was the best bit for me now. He was hanging off me, thrusting in and out and dumping a nice load of hot doggy come deep inside me. It was bliss. After a slightly painful but quick withdrawal of the knot his come was leaking out of me and down my legs. There was no point dealing with it now though, I was going to get a lot more.

As I stood up I saw that Olivia had her jeans pulled down to her knees and was frigging herself while she watched me.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.

“Yes, you always look hot when you’re fucking the dogs. You were made for this.”

“You know, I think you’re right, I’ve found my calling,” I said with a smile.

“Who would you like to try next,” she said, not bothering to pull her jeans up.

“I want breeds that we don’t currently have on the island.”

“Okay, well how about a husky?”

“That sounds good.”

Harley was another gorgeous-looking dog, a stout, proud-looking Husky with bright blue eyes and a cute smile. He got to have a bit of me too, I was still sticky with Finn’s come when he got on me. No knot this time but I had a good little session with him, Olivia masturbated watching me again.

“Why don’t you have a maid do that? Or one of the dogs? Or I’d be more than happy to help out.”

“I kinda like bringing myself off watching you, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it’s okay! I’m happy you enjoy watching me. Is there any dog you’d like to see me with in particular?” I asked.

“How about Duke?”

Duke was a Belgian shepherd, which is like a German shepherd only a bit bigger and pure black, with a small white strip on his chest and slightly long-haired. He was very handsome indeed. And he had a very big cock. I got fucked hard by Duke, he was a good one, he came loads and just kept going, Olivia had made a good choice.

After that three was a red setter called Ginger, he was cute as hell and so playful. Ginger was another well-hung dog, his cock was quite thick and he knew how to use it, I got a good bashing from him. Olivia came again while watching us.

“Wow,” I said when I left his kennel, “he’s got a good girth on him, he made my eyes water.”

“That’s all the breeds available that we don’t already have on the island. You can try some others if you like?”

“Thanks, but these boys have been at me for ages now, I’m a bit sore and very messy.”

“Are they the four you want then?”

“Yes, thank you, they’ll do nicely.”

“I’ll bring them to the island tomorrow.”

“Thank you, is Anna here yet?”

“Yes, she’s waiting for you. Would you like to clean up a bit?”

“Yes, I think I’d better.”