The K9 Queen - Victoria’s Story

After I’d brought Sarah up to speed I finally had a bit of time to be with Max. It was early evening and we went back to my bedroom. As soon as I started taking my clothes off he knew it was time for some fun. I stripped naked and got on the bed with him, playing with him and having a game of tug with one of his toys. After a while, I lay back on the bed and said, “Good boy, lick pussy, come on, lick pussy”, and he duly obliged. Max would happily lie there for hours and lick my cunt, his raspy tongue lapping at my lips and clit was divine. When I moved he got up and I reached under him and coaxed his cock into life.

“There it is,” I said happily, “I’ve missed that. Do you want to fuck me? Max fuck mummy?”

“WOOF.”

“Good boy, come on then.”

As soon as I rolled over he got behind me and licked my butt and pussy, then he mounted me. He’d done this so often now that he was in me straight away, pounding like does, precome spurting into me. When I first started fucking him I thought he came from the very start, but I learnt from Olivia that it’s is just pre-come at first, they don’t deliver actual semen until they knot inside you. And it’s a lot of come too, five or ten times that of a man and warmer too as their body temperature is higher. Max was pounding me hard and fast, his delicious length filling my pussy and his girth stretching me wide. My cunt was dripping with his pre-come and my own juices. He fell off me after a minute or so, had a little lick and then got back on me and hammered me again.

The second time I felt the knot growing inside me. That’s my favourite bit now, feeling it grow and then pulsing and throbbing, stretching me and filling me up. Then he slows down and relaxes a little, panting hard next to my face, giving me a tender lick on my neck occasionally. His cock started delivering bursts of hot come inside me, over and over as if it would never stop. It was bliss, pure bliss. I had three orgasms, one while he was fucking me and two while he was knotted inside me. I’d trained Max to stay there like that until his knot naturally deflated, that way it wasn’t so painful when he withdrew from me, which he did after about ten minutes.

As he always does he went to my cunt and licked up our mixed juices as they leaked out of me, he’s such a good boy, he always cleans me up so well. He got suckies after that too, I lay under him and sucked his delicious cock, milking yet more come from him and eagerly swallowing it, although it’s a messy business and I wore as much as I drank. He mounted me a few more times over the next hour, bringing me off twice more, but eventually we both tired.

I showered and sat on the veranda outside my room, drinking juice and munching on some seafood. As I sat there in the cool evening breeze, listening to the waves crashing at the foot of the small cliff just beyond the garden, I wondered about the poor brunette in the cell and what state she would be in. I threw on a light summer dress and went to the secure office with Max and pulled up the CCTV image of the cell she was in.

She was huddled in the corner, sobbing and shaking slightly. She looked a complete mess. My heart broke. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to help her but I had to keep my authority intact. I called Sarah and asked for her help, then watched on the cameras when about fifteen minutes later she went to see the girl. She brought her a blanket and pillow, some water and a bowl of fruit. The girl said nothing at first, she just drank the water and then started munching on the fruit at a frantic rate.

“Slow down, you’ll make yourself sick,” Sarah said in a calming tone.

The girl looked at her warily, but she did slow down a bit.

“Two and a half days,” Sarah said, causing the girl to frown in confusion.

“That’s how long I lasted when I was in here, two and a half days. I was praying for death within the first few hours though. If it had been a bullet they offered I’d have taken it, but they kill you with a pack of hounds here and I couldn’t face that.”

The brunette looked at Sarah, trying to figure her out, then kept eating.

“What’s your name?” Sarah asked her.

“Francine,” she replied, spitting bits of apple as she spoke. “How…how did you get out of here?” she tentatively asked.

“Someone who had good reason to hate me showed me kindness. She begged the Mistress to be merciful and give me one last chance to start behaving properly. Then she came to me and told me what I’m now telling you. Either you die being ripped apart by hounds, or you submit, and live. Those are your only choices.”

“What did you say?”

“Well I’m standing here alive and well, so there’s your answer. The one who helped me had been through everything I had. But unlike me, she had chosen the easy path, she chose to submit straight away and was thus rewarded. And she risked giving all that up and being put in the same situation I was in by begging Mistress Agatha for my life. And in truth, I couldn’t have blamed her if she did the opposite, she had every right to want me dead.”

“Why, what did you do to make her want you dead?”

“I betrayed her terribly. I tried to blame my crimes on her and as a result she got sentenced along with me when she was completely innocent. Then, to make matters worse, when we got here I risked her life again by being disrespectful to Mistress, they could have killed us both for my stupidity. But with no good reason to do so, she risked her own life and position to try and improve mine. Time and again she showed me friendship and kindness when I’d shown her nothing but contempt and betrayal.”

“Why did she do that?”

“Because she’s an angel.”

“What happened to her?”

“You met her earlier, she’s Miss Victoria.”

The girl looked stunned.

“Eat your fruit, drink your water and get some sleep, tomorrow your fate is in your hands.”

Sarah then left without waiting for a reply.

I watched and listened to their interaction from the office, when Sarah left the cell I broke down and sobbed my heart out.

~~~~~~~~~~

I had breakfast with Sarah the next morning and we quickly dealt with the elephant in the room.

“Thanks for going to see Francine last night.”

“I’m not sure what good I did. Have you seen her yet?”

“No, I’m going down there after breakfast.”

“What will you do if she doesn’t start playing ball?”

“I’ll keep trying to break her down, but if she doesn’t submit then I’ll defer to Mistress Agatha when she returns.”

“So what’s the plan for today then?” Sarah asked, quite obviously changing the subject.

“Get the other three settled in. They need some dog cock inside them first thing after breakfast. This afternoon we can get them kitted out and begin training for their roles.”

“I’ve had a few ideas for filming.”

“Oh?”

“Well, none of them have fucked dogs before, right?”

“Correct.”

“Wouldn’t the first time fucking a dog be a good seller? I’m sure people would like that sort of thing.”

“Good point. I’m sure the cameras will pick it up anyway but I’ll call the filming team and make sure they are on to it.”

“Also, you said that lots of women are now having sex with dogs?”

“Uh-huh, Sarah, you wouldn’t believe the response, women everywhere are enjoying dog sex.”

“When we first started, we had to work out a lot of the details for ourselves. Wouldn’t it be nice if we did an instruction video? It could prove popular and may even help people who are nervous about getting started with their own dog.”

“That’s a fantastic idea! We’ll get straight on to it. Speaking of training, how’s things with Jake?”

“Good, he mounted me last night, several times, he’s a natural.”

“Oh Sarah, that’s wonderful news, I’m so pleased for you.”

“I understand your feelings for Max now. I’m already madly in love with Jake, he’s so special.”

“Awe, that’s super cute. Why don’t you spend the morning with him and then meet me for lunch? This afternoon we can work on the girls together.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said and handed Jake a bit of bacon.

I didn’t know when Mistress Agatha would be back but I wanted everything in good order for her and Francine not cooperating put a spanner in the works. If I’m honest with myself though I expected some resistance from all four of the girls we’d brought over and I was pleasantly surprised that only one of them was giving me trouble. My absolute nightmare would have been if Mistress returned and all four were still not broken in. I put any filming with me, Max, Sarah and Jake on the back burner for now. Sarah needed time to bond with Jake and train him and I needed to organise the increasingly complex trip to France for the opening scenes of the new series. First things first though, the four new girls needed to be properly bedded in.

When breakfast was over I went to see Francine. I wore a tight, very short navy blue mini skirt and a light blue blouse with tall heels and just for a nice change, some sheer tan pantyhose. I’m not daft though, the pantyhose were crotchless and I wore no panties underneath, Max still needed easy access to the honey pot. I took off my sunglasses when I entered the building but it still took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim light.

“Has she been fed yet?” I asked the guard on the door.

“Yes Miss, she’s had bread, cheese and water. She’s awake.”

“Okay, open the door then please.”

Hearing the door open caused Francine to cower in the corner, I’m not sure if seeing me rather than the hounds was any less traumatic for her. I stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed and stared at her. She was shaking, tears were forming in her eyes, she had matted hair and was filthy dirty and had dried dog cum over her ass and legs. Despite all this, she was in much better shape than Sarah was at this point when she was being broken in.

“You know why I’m here, so what’s it to be? Do I let the hounds in or will you be a good girl?”

She slowly got to her feet, letting the blanket fall to the ground. With her head bowed and hands by her sides she took half a step towards me.

“Please, Miss Victoria. I’m sorry if I offended you and Max. I was stupid, I know that now. I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you say, I’ll happily fuck all the dogs you want. Please, please give me a chance to prove myself to you.”

I was so happy I wanted to cry, I didn’t let her see that though.

“Very well, but I warn you, one step out of place and you’ll be straight back in here.”

“Thank you, Miss Victoria, thank you so much.”

 “I don’t like your name, Francine. I prefer Frankie.”

“My friends all call me Frankie Miss, I like that name.”

“Good. I’ll have you cleaned up and checked over then you can spend the rest of the day recovering, I’ll come and see you again soon.”

As I left she started weeping, her relief must have been enormous, I know mine was. I went from there to my study, where the other three girls were waiting, all lined up and still naked of course. It would be quite some time before any of them were given the luxury of clothes. I sat behind the desk and supped on a hot coffee that was waiting for me.

“Okay ladies, let’s get acquainted, shall we? I know your name is Maggie,” I said to the redhead, “what about you two?”

“I’m Charlotte,” said the blonde.

“My name is Beth,” said the brunette.

“Beth, I like that name. But Charlotte is a bit of a mouthful, we’ll call you Lottie. Now, you’ve each been assigned a role, Maggie, you’ll be Sarah’s pet, Lottie, you’re mine. Beth will be Sarah’s servant and when she is recovered, Frankie will be my servant. The role of servant is just as you’d think it would be, you’ll cater for our every whim, whatever it may be. Yes, I know, we’ve got maids aplenty here but you two will be serving us closely and very personally, a bit like an old-fashioned ladies' maid. As for the pets, you’ll be our human dogs, you’ll wear dog ears and be given a collar and a tail and be trained and loved, just as our other dogs are. So why are we doing all this do you think?”

There was silence and stares.

“Come on, it’s not a rhetorical question, someone answer me.”

Maggie put her hand up, I nodded at her and she said, “So we can be filmed, like, for the internet?”

“Exactly. You are now in the doggy porn business ladies. We don’t have film sets or crews here. Instead, everything is filmed in secret. Literally every inch of the island, indoors and out, is covered with cameras and audio, and I mean everywhere.”

I let that sink in, the blonde in particular looked horrified.

“Yes Lottie, I did listen to you and Frankie talking about escape.”

“I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean it and …”

“Calm yourself, that’s all behind us now. I may run this island for Mistress Agatha, but I star in the films too, just like you will be. So yes, that means I fuck the dogs and yes, I enjoy it. I’m a proud dog slut. But I won’t make you do anything I haven’t done. Now we begin your training, follow me.”

I marched them down to the kennel where Olivia was waiting for us.

“Olivia, darling, how are you?” I said, air kissing both her cheeks as the high and mighty often do.

“I’m well, thank you, Miss Victoria.”

“Are they ready?”

“Yes, we’ve got plenty of big healthy boys raring to go.”

“Wonderful. Ladies, this morning you are going to each fuck three dogs. I’ll let you choose which ones. Olivia and I will keep an eye on you. Questions?”

They all shook their heads, then started gingerly walking up and down the kennels, trying to work up the courage to get going.

“Don’t be shy, they’re all friendly and specially trained to fuck humans, they won’t bite you or harm you.”

I noticed Lottie, the blonde who was my pet, stop by the kennel with the Border Collie that we’d just brought over.

“That’s Finn,” I said, “A good place to start, go on, get in with him, play with him.”

Lottie smiled nervously and got in with Finn who was pleased to see her. A few stalls up I saw Beth get in with a Scoop, the German Sheppard.

“I had one of these when I was a kid,” I heard her say to Olivia.

Maggie was the last to get into a stall, eventually she got in with a medium-sized black and white crossbreed that was a bit like a Belgian shepherd.

“That’s it Lottie, good he likes you. Now feel underneath him, play with his cock and it’ll come out of its sheath.”

Olivia was giving similar encouragement to the other girls.

“You girls are lucky, I never had this help when I got started, I had to figure all this out for myself. There’s no point putting it off, sooner or later you’ll have to get on all fours and let them mount you.”

“Am I doing this right, Miss?” said Lottie.

Finn, the border collie, had a big erection that had come to life in her hands.

“Yes! Good girl. Now get on all fours, head down low and butt high. Let him sniff about and lick you, then he’ll mount you when he’s ready.”

I watched as Finn got close to Lottie and familiarised himself with her, then I heard a shout.

“Ahh FUCK!”

It was Maggie, the redhead. I walked up to her stall and the black and white crossbreed was hammering home inside her.

“Excellent Maggie! That’s it, well done.”

“Jesus Christ,” yelled Beth as Scoop found his mark in the next stall along.

I have to say, watching them all taking a dog for the first time turned me on a lot. Then Olivia nudged me and nodded towards Finn’s stall. Inside Lottie was on all fours, Finn had mounted her and was hammering away at her. Lottie was breathing heavily, her blonde hair hanging down underneath her face and swinging about as Finn pounded her cunt. There had been no scream or yell from Lottie when Finn first penetrated her, quite the opposite, she looked to be very much enjoying it. Then Finn slowed down and knotted inside her. A few seconds later Lottie started giving out the unmistakable moans and groans of an orgasm.

“Oh god, yes, yes, yes,” she whispered quietly.

“Having Fun Lottie?” I asked.

“Yes Miss, he’s…he’s…coming in me…a lot, there’s a lot of it, and it’s hot…ah god yes.”

“Well done Lottie, well done. He’s knotted inside you.”

I’m not sure she heard me though, she was lost in the moment. I was pleased for her, she was a natural. Lottie spent quite some time with Finn, in fact, I had to remind her she still had two other dogs to fuck before lunchtime. Beth and Maggie were both on their second dogs by then, Maggie had been knotted by the rottweiler and looked quite content as he gently pumped his seed in her.

Beth never got knotted until her third dog, but she too seemed to have relaxed into it. Lottie again spent ages in with her second dog, who was Scoop, and again she’d been knotted by him. Beth and Maggie had long since finished their third dog and were waiting with Olivia and me while Lottie was in with her final dog, the Huskey, Harley. It didn’t take her long to have him pounding her tight little pussy, and she was soon in the midst of a climax.

“Wow, she’s actually coming,” whispered Maggie.

“I know!” whispered Beth.

We watched as Harley did his thing and gave Lottie a good fucking on and off for about fifteen minutes or so. She was dripping come like crazy by the time he was done with her. She was about to stand up and get out when I had a thought.

“Lottie, how about trying something else?” I said.

“What, another dog?”

“If you want another one you can, by all means, but that’s not what I had in mind. I’d like to see you suck him off, dogs enjoy blow jobs as much as men do.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “In for a penny, in for a pound. Um, how do you suck a dog off?”

“Just lie down underneath him and pop it in your mouth. He’s still hard and will have plenty of come for you, swallow it down, rub it on your face.”

Lottie did just that and soon enough she was sucking off Harley and happily swallowing his come and rubbing it into her skin. It got to the point where I was getting hungry and needed to eat my lunch, otherwise, I’d have watched her all day. When she eventually got out of the stall I started clapping my hands, the others enthusiastically joined in.

“Well done Lottie! I’m so proud of you, good girl.”

“She did very well,” said Olivia, “Almost as good as you were to begin with Miss Victoria, almost.”

“Wow,” said Maggie, slapping Lottie on the back, “That was just…wow.”

“Ladies, Lottie just showed you exactly how it’s done. Well done Lottie, brilliant work. You’ve all done well though, it’s a very good start, I’m pleased with all of you. As a reward you may eat outside on the veranda this evening, I’ll have the maids bring a nice spread for you.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Victoria, darling,” said Mistress stepping off the helipad and giving me a peck on the cheek.

“Welcome back Mistress, how was your trip?”

“Interesting, to say the least.”

When she told me she would be away for a few days I was nervous and wishing her to get back as soon as possible. But as the days went by I was grateful she was away for the whole week, it gave Sarah and me time to get the four new girls trained up and settled into our new routine.

Other than Mistress, I’m the only girl allowed on the helipad, so Lottie and Frankie were waiting for us by the security gate. When Mistress saw them she stopped and looked them over. Sarah and I had our pets in similar attire to what she was wearing when she was a pet, naked and wearing a pink collar and ears. We thought about giving them tails but Sarah said that wearing the plug all day every day gave her a terribly sore ass, she’d rather have risked a dog slipping in her butt. We also gave them the same cute little white pumps Sarah had worn on her feet. They had a lead too, which our valets led them around on.

We dressed the valets in black hold-up stockings, we ditched the suspender belts after a few days as the dogs’ claws kept getting caught in them. They wore tall black heels and those white cuff things on their wrists and a white collar, like a shirt collar, with a black bow tie and little white maid’s lace hat, otherwise they were naked too. All four of the girls were shaved smooth and had perfect nails, make-up and hair. We needed them to look their best for the film scenes.

“Hmmm,” Mistress said, walking around them, “and who have we got here then?”

“This is my new pet, Lottie, and this is my valet, Frankie.”

She looked at Frankie closely and saw the last remnants of a few bruises that were nearly healed.

“Has this one been giving you trouble?”

“A little, but the lesson has been learnt and she’s been the very model of good behaviour since.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Do you have a report for me?”

“All staff and guests accounted for, no problems to report. Olivia has flown back to London. The four new dogs have settled in nicely. Karl wants to ask you about security for the trip to France.”

“I’ll speak to him later. How’s the planning going for France?”

“We’re back on track now that I’ve got the team in Paris in order.”

“What do you mean?”

“They were not keen on doing it. I threatened to go over there and let the hounds loose in their office if they didn’t stop messing me around. They must be scared of dogs or something as it did the trick."

"When do you leave?"

"Not for a few weeks yet, perhaps a month, I'll let you know the exact date when I know.”

“Why the delay?”

“French bureaucracy, I need filming permits.”

“You need to grease a few palms darling.”

“I have! Originally they said it would take six months to twelve months.”

“That sounds like the French. The delay in filming will cost us.”

“Oh, there’s been no delay. We don’t have to film in chronological order, Sarah and I have got a few good scenes in the bag already. And I’ve put the new girls to good use too. We’ve just finished two short films, ‘Pack Whores’ and ‘Virgin dog sluts’, Paris should send you the final edit any day now. Tomorrow we start work on a training film for first timers interested in doggy sex.”

“You never fail to impress me Victoria, well done.”

As she said that we rounded the corner on the path to the back of the house where the veranda is. Sarah was sitting in a chair sipping tea and wearing a beautiful pink dress, she looked stunning. Her valet, Beth, was standing behind her, waiting for instruction. On the floor beside her, Jake was furiously hammering away at Maggie, who looked to be enjoying herself very much. When she saw Mistress, Sarah got out of her seat and very politely nodded.

“Welcome home Mistress, we’ve missed you.”

“My word, Sarah, you polish up very well indeed, you look lovely.”

Sarah blushed, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“And how is Jake, are you two getting along well?”

“Oh Mistress, he’s adorable, I’m so in love with him! I can’t thank you enough, honestly, I couldn’t be without him now.”

“I’m pleased for you Sarah, it’s no more than you deserve. Now, who are these two creatures?”

“Jake is mounting Maggie, my pet. They get on so well, Jake loves her to pieces. And this is Beth, my Valet.”

Mistress turned to me, “I like how you’ve used these girls, it works well. Tell me, are the valets sisters?”

“No, but they look so alike they could be. So much so that we’re working on a film with them as sisters, it’s just in the planning stages right now though.”

“I look forward to seeing it. Now then Victoria, we have got a lot to discuss, if you’ll come with me please.”

Two hours later the chopper was in the air again, whisking Mistress Agatha away.

~~~~~~~~~~

“There you are,” said Sarah, “Mistress Agatha left hours ago, what are you doing up here on top of the tower? Is everything alright? I’ve been worried about you, I had to call Karl and…”

“I needed some space to take it in.”

“Take what in? Vic, you look awfully pale, would you like some tea?”

“It’s mine.”

“What’s yours? Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not making any sense.”

“I’m not entirely sure I am able to make much sense.”

“Start from the beginning then, what did Mistress Agatha say?”

“She concluded her business in Madrid in one day, she’s been in the US the rest of the time she was away. She’s bought another island.”

“Oh my god, we’re being moved to the States?”

“No, we’re staying here. Mistress has given me this Island, well, she cut me in as a partner. But it’s mine to run as I see fit. I’m the Mistress now.”

“Mistress Victoria has a nice ring to it.”

“Sarah, I can’t do this, I barely managed for a week, how can I do this full-time?”

“You could run this place with your eyes closed.”

“I wish I had your confidence.”

“I’m serious, you say you barely managed, but from where I was standing you smashed it out of the park. You can do this, I know you can.”

I took a deep breath and pulled an envelope from my pocket, then handed it to Sarah.

“Here, this is for you.”

“What is it?”

“A cheque, it’s back pay for all your filming, plus severance pay. There’s more than enough there for you to start a new life. You’re free. As soon as the chopper returns it’ll take you to the mainland. From there I can arrange travel to where ever you want to go.”

Sarah ripped the envelope into tiny pieces and threw it the air, the paper scattered in the wind like snowflakes.

“What are you doing? You didn’t even look inside, that was a very generous offer.”

“I don’t care how bloody generous it was. If you think I’m leaving now, just when things are getting interesting, then you’ve got another think coming. Leave she says, honestly, I wonder about you sometimes.”

“You mean you’ll stay?”

“Of course I’ll stay you silly bugger! Besides, the place would fall apart without me.”

“Oh, Sarah…”

I broke down into tears and held her as if my life depended on it.

“So, now you’re in charge,” she said in a rather serious tone, “does this mean I can have a dry ski slope installed?”

“Hey, don’t push your luck!” 

“Worth a try.”

“Anyway, dry ski slopes are horrible, we should take the chopper to the Alps and have the real thing instead.”

“Nice idea, just one problem though.”

“What?”

“It’s July.”

“Oh, yeah, that could be a bit of an issue.”

“See, I told you that you needed me.”

“Of course I need you. Come on, we’ve got movies to make.”

The End

A final note from Joe:

Believe it or not, doggy sex and bestiality in general are not my thing (I usually write BDSM or incest based stories). This story came about a few years ago when, on another site that I write for, a fan contacted me. We got talking and she confessed to having a doggy kink and asked if I would write something for her.

I wrote a few scenes, using a character from an existing story, a very different version of the Victoria we see here. She enjoyed what I’d written and it made me realise there was potential for a full-length version. The K9 Queen - Victoria’s Story, is the result. None of the regular sites that I write for accept bestiality stories and finding a good site that did accept them was tough. Eventually, I stumbled upon The Fet Library and the rest, as they say, is history.

At the moment, I have no plans to continue this story, although I think there is plenty of scope to do so. I have toyed with the idea of telling Mistress Agatha’s back story, or perhaps a spin-off with her setting up the island in the US. The other character that has potential is Katie, the young girl Victoria took pity on and sent to work in her mother’s brothel. The tale of her adventures in the very unexplored dystopian world I’ve created could work well.

However, these are ideas that will have to wait; I have other projects that are demanding my time.  In one of the comments, I noticed that I was asked about my other work. I’m flattered, but in order to keep my differing story themes separate, I do not link my various writing personas. Mainly because the society we live in judges us harshly for our kinks, and like many writers, I have a dream of one day publishing a novel.

Finally, I need to give my heartfelt thanks to all those who have read and enjoyed this story. You are the reason I write, and your support is what drives me to keep writing.

Thank you so much, one and all.

Take Care,

Joe.