Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah found herself waking up slowly and a sort of soft, rhythmic, thumping against her leg. She let out a quiet whine as her sore body ached and, curiously, she found it kind of difficult to get up, see, or even really move. Her waking brain told her she'd gone to sleep beside the pool with Whiskey, but-

WHISKEY!

Delilah snaps wide awake as she realizes she was buried beneath the dog in question. His torso was pressed to her face and paws gripped the bed as Whiskey was mounted on top of her body in its side-laying posture, pinning her to the outdoor dog bed. And that thumping she was feeling was the dog's hips bouncing up and down against her own hip and thigh.

"Mnff, muhmf... Whifkey!" Delilah shouted into the dog's chest as she tried to roll herself over only to find he was pretty effectively pinning her down and his "grip" only got tighter as he seemed to realize she was awake now and his humping got faster. The nude, plugged, and collared girl yelped as the dog let out a low growl and settled down even firmer on top of her. She wasn't moving more than an inch unless he allowed it.

"Whifkey! Fshtop!" She yelped, only to be answered with a rapid "fwump, fwump, fwump" from Whiskey's hips as the dog rubbed himself against her bare, smooth, sun-warmed skin. She tried to rotate herself but only managed to get as far as rolling flat on her back beneath Whiskey and the dog's growl warned her not to go much further as he moves himself slightly further up her body and hovers his face above her forehead. His rapid panting was heavy in her ears, his hot breath rushed over the top of her head and shoulders as her hands pressed to his rib cage and, sore as she was, she was too weak to push him off of herself. Mounted on top of her, his hind paws shifted up and widening around her now-flat hips and his hips and groin ground down over her abdomen. Delilah grunted and whined helplessly as she felt something else amidst the fur of his underside; something soft, slick, smooth, and hot. Trying to tuck her chin down and peek at it, Delilah could only see Whiskey's furred neck. All she could rely on was feel.

And amid that feeling, she suddenly felt a bit of wetness on her stomach. Delilah blushed as she realized Whiskey was starting to leak on her belly. She felt his knotted canine cock grinding along her flat abdominal muscles, spreading his aroused slickness over her skin and pooling it in her belly button as she clutched his ribs tightly and tried to bring her knees up to maybe pry him off. At least... the rational part of her brain wanted to pry him off. The other part of her, however...

F-fu-fuck! I'm... I'm buzzing down there! This isn't fair! I don't want this! He doesn't... this isn't!

Delilah's mental protests went unspoken as she lifted her head and tucked her forehead into his neck, each of his bodily thrusts caused his fur to brush over her face, tickling her in the weirdest of ways. The canine curled his own head over hers and rested his chin on the back of her head, even if his thrusts bounced his chin off her head repeatedly. And to add to his seeming affections for her, his grinding got even faster until a low, long whine escaped his mouth.

He's... he's going to cum... he's going to cum and I can't... I don't want him to stop...

Her thoughts piled higher and higher in her mind as Whiskey ground into her. His rapid pace continued to spread that thin, milky pre-cum until the inevitable happened. Obviously indulging in what he perceived to be his mate, Whiskey's cock rubbed over Delilah's smooth skin, humping with feral need as that whine escalated into a soft howl and his fur-muted humping thrusts turned into slick slaps as cock hit stomach. And, suddenly, he burst.

Delilah's breath caught in her throat as she pressed her face firmly into Whiskey's neck and chest, whining into him as she held him tight and he clutched her with his fore paws. Her legs finally managed to come up and pressed against the backs of his hind paws as orgasm ripped through the canine. The nude girl began curling her body around his as those frantic feral thrusts came to their peak as the thin wetness she had felt became a gushing river of canine spunk. Whiskey's howl continued as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot up along Delilah's abdomen, splattering into the undersides of her breasts and between them, going as far as to hit her in the chin like an ocean wave breaking between a narrow cleft of rocks.

"Pft... Whifkeyyy...!" Delilah moaned, clutching the canine tight as his hips finally came to a halt and all she could hear was their paired panting as she sagged back slowly and Whiskey started to step over her, dragging his wet cock up along her stomach, chest, neck, and finally batted off her cheek as he circled around to inspect and lap at her cheek, wetting her cheek with his saliva.

"Wh-what... a way... to wake up." Delilah panted as her right hand came up to cradle Whiskey's muzzle as he licked her. Her comment was more for herself. And she wasn't sure if she was happy about how Whiskey had woken her up as the tingling in her loins refused to go away. Slowly, with her right hand holding Whiskey's face, her left hand slid down to her chest and came back wet, covered in the musky, salty scent of Whiskey's cum coating her body. She felt... sick. Sickened.

It's... so gross. Why... why did he do that to me? Why... didn't I try harder to stop him?

Delilah's thoughts are interrupted as she faintly heard the sliding glass door of the house open. She perked up slightly while blushing a deep crimson as her tired body refused to get up, refused to cover herself, refused even to roll over and hide her cum-slick chest and belly and she heard the slow steps of Matthew as he approached. Whiskey pulled away from her gentle grasp and went to meet his master and Delilah weakly moved her hands to cover herself, blocking her throbbing, aching pussy and her spunk-soaked chest as a shadow loomed over her.

"Seems you had a good nap, Bitch. Whiskey sure seems happy. I knew you were a good fit for him." Matthew's voice seemed... drained, but no less mocking, condescending, and genuine all at once. He crouched down and grabbed Delilah's brown-rooted hair, tugging her head to make her look at him with those glassy eyes of hers as arousal still stewed in her body. "Well, guess it's good you two kept busy. Come on, you're overdue for learning how to relieve yourself in a time and place that doesn't cause trouble. And Whiskey needs his evening walk. And since you're not going out in this neighborhood... we'll let you do your business back here while I take my dog out." He gives Delilah's naked body a quick glance, the sheen of the cum-coating reflecting what seemed to be the last rays of sunlight. "Though... I doubt he's going to tolerate being away from you for long anymore..."

Delilah flushed even redder as Matthew jerked his head and started to pull, not giving her time to contemplate his meaning as he pulled her from the bed and towards the lawn. Though, in fairness, she didn't need much time to figure out his meaning.

Whiskey... fuck... he's... actually starting to claim me, isn't he? Matthew notices it... he'd know best...

Delilah's thoughts are scattered as she gets dragged over the concrete pool deck and back onto the grass, crawling on all fours out of necessity as she couldn't have stood up now if she'd wanted. Her legs were tingling and sore and her pussy was dripping from the shame and naughtiness of being humped by Whiskey and now being seen covered in the canine's cum, even if it was by Matthew. He drags her directly towards a small metal triangle pointing down into the grass and Matthew produces a short leash from his slacks' pocket and clips it to Delilah's collar before attaching the other end to the metal triangle. He gives the leash a sharp tug, pulling Delilah's face closer to the grounded triangle. Matthew's voice rings in her ears before she can even turn her head to him.

"Bitch, this is the stake. There's a couple more tucked around... but this one is nice and open in the middle of the lawn. If I ever tell you to go to the stake, this is where I mean." He says in that authoritative voice of his, even if it sounded a bit more... forced than usual to Delilah.

"Hyeeek!"

Delilah lets out a shocked screech as Matthew suddenly rips the tail plug out of her ass, the one she'd re-inserted herself after lubricating it with her own spit which had dried and stuck to her rectum's walls a bit, making for a very uncomfortable pull as it gaped her sphincter briefly and left her asshole empty. He tosses the tail next to the stake and reaches down to cup his fingers over Delilah's labia. He rubs his fingers over her cunt once before gripping a little tighter and lifting her hips slightly to make her raise her unplugged ass. "You'll stay right here and do whatever bathroom business you need while Whiskey and I walk the neighborhood. Might even say hello to your parents... make sure they know you're doing well. When I get back, we'll be taking you inside to feed you two and give you some inside leisure time before bed. It's late, and my pets seemed to have quite the nap. But bed time is bed time, whether you're tired or not. A bitch does as she's told. So... if you want to go unpunished tonight and tomorrow morning, I recommend you find a comfortable way to relieve yourself so you don't make a mess indoors. You won't see outside again until tomorrow morning." He finally releases her leash, but Delilah doesn't get much more distance out of the short leash even without his interference. "We'll be back in... maybe an hour? Don't go anywhere, Bitch. Oh, and we won't be bathing you again. Get used to your alpha's scent..."

Matthew finally turns and walks off without a further word. And he left Delilah as she failed to catch her breath between trying to holding back sobs as she felt utterly humiliated by his orders.

He wants me to... shit myself? Here? In the grass like a- Delilah freezes in her thoughts as she curls her fingers closed into fists and stares bleakly at the grass just beneath her as she stood on the grass on all fours. -like a dog. That's what he's doing to me... he's making me be his dog... and it's working...

Delilah turned and saw nobody. Matthew had already taken Whiskey and left. She was alone in his backyard, the privacy fences meant the neighbors wouldn't see and this neighborhood was very much the "don't ask" type when odd noises were heard. Easier to stay out of others' business than file paperwork...

Nobody will come save you... and nobody will need to find out. She tells herself as she stares at the leash attached to the lawn stake. It was just clipped on. Not locked. Unsecured. She could remove it and flee.

And what? Run home? Naked? Collared? I could... call the police I guess? But... what good would it do? I couldn't even prove he'd done all this to me... he probably has that planned out... they'd all think I were just some... f-freaky fetishist...

Delilah shuddered as she felt increasingly trapped. She brought her hands together and sucked in a shaky breath as she started to bring her knees together too just to feel an ache in her gut and she rocked forward, gasping for air as her unplugged rectum was demanding to fulfill its usual function.

S-shit... how long have... when did I last go to the b-bathroom? She thought timidly as she tried to hold it in. But each constriction of her muscles stung from all the time spent plugged. She whimpered as her hands slowly spread out to support herself and she forced her knees out with some difficulty. Tears streaked down her face as she bit her lip and started to sit upright until she was sitting on her knees and toes with her hands only loosely in the grass and let gravity take over as she relaxed her muscles and let her body relieve itself on the back lawn of Matthew's house.

This... will all be over soon... I just need... to make it to the end of the summer... a-and then... I won't be his doggy any more... never again!

Delilah let her tears and sobs croak out freely as she tried to console herself. But she was suppressing the idea that today was only her second day with Matthew and that this was going to be a long summer.

Delilah's eyes were still a little puffy and red from crying earlier and through most of the evening. She was feeling beyond overwhelmed from the day's events, from being accused by Catherine to pissed on by Whiskey, bathed by Matthew and now humped and covered with cum again by the dog, she'd had an exhausting day as Matthew's captive bitch. And despite her hatred of being made to eat a pseudo dog food from a steel bowl labelled "BITCH" she was hungry enough to scarf it down and keep her mouth shut on complaining about it to Matthew.

He wouldn't have cared anyway... he'd just spank you and send you to that stupid kennel starved. She thought to herself as she now lay on the floor as directed. Matthew, after "dinner", had told Delilah to get comfortable on the shag carpet of his living room as he turned on the television to some random channel and lounged on the comfortable couch to began tapping away on his cell phone, likely texting or emailing someone. He paid her little mind but Delilah was acutely aware that he was denying her even the basic comfort of sitting on furniture. Whiskey, to make matters even worse for Delilah, had started at Matthew's side lounging on the couch but before long had come to join Delilah on the carpet and now she was weakly whimpering and whining as her "mate" cleaned her.

The equally-weighted canine had come over and started by prodding her with his nose, making her whine and squeak as his cold and wet nose bumped into her bare skin but before long he'd kept nudging with enough force to make her roll over and began lapping at her torso.

He's... grooming me. Licking off all the... well... he must like the taste of his own spunk or something... Delilah thought to herself as Matthew seemingly ignored the pair, even though Whiskey was grooming his bitch in full view of his master.

It was not much consolation for Delilah to be cleaned off, even if it meant all the smell of dog cum would eventually fade because now she was just covered in slobber and reeked of dog spit. Any time she tried to roll away or cover herself Whiskey would just let out a low growl and force her to remain still. She was learning quick that this dog was remarkably expressive. More so than when she'd been his sitter, Delilah was learning and noticing that his ears would perk and point sharply; he was very alert to noise. His tail would wag, like it was now, when he was happy or contented. She'd seen him defend her, in his own way, and now he was taking the time to completely clean her off as if he wanted her in her best shape.

And then Whiskey's grooming brought him low. Delilah flinched as his tongue glided over her upper groin and paused as he sniffed and scented her, bumping his nose into her pussy lips as she brought her hands down to grip over his snout and try to push him down but his neck seemed locked in place and he held himself in between her thighs, sniffing deeply. She looked up at Matthew, partially obscured by the coffee table from this angle, and whined quietly. She couldn't even speak and tell Whiskey "no".

Wh-Whiskey... please... don't... not here, not now. Delilah pleaded with her eyes as she stared between her spit-shined breasts and at Whiskey's focused eyes as the dog stared into her cunt. And then his tongue lapped out and licked her clean from perineum to clitoris.

"F-fyaaa... Whis- n-nooo..." She whined, but immediately bit her tongue to keep from speaking further as Whiskey began to lick her repeatedly, cleaning what the dog seemed to think was an "unnatural" amount of liquid but Delilah would never admit, never be able to admit, that being held down, licked clean, and now so intimately invaded by Whiskey was causing her body to drool for him.

But suddenly, Matthew finally set his phone aside and stood up. He twisted his upper body in a quick stretch before stepping around the coffee table to look directly at Delilah as Whiskey was lapping at her pussy and Delilah's blushing, panting face stared back up at him upside-down. Her legs came up and closed around Whiskey's neck as she twitched and squirmed from his licking and her hands gripped the dog's muzzle but she could do nothing to stop him as he intently cleaned his bitch.

Matthew stepped forward and dropped low, crouching just above Delilah's head as she squirmed on the carpet. Whiskey's eyes snapped up as movement came into view and he briefly paused his incessant licking to stare at Matthew. Whiskey's master reaches down to brush some hair out of Delilah's face, making her quiver as she desperately avoids his eyes, and looks to the dog. "Enough. Off. Bedroom!" He barks orders at the dog and despite a momentary look as if Whiskey might resist Matthew, the dog pulls his tongue away from Delilah's cunt and slowly trots to the stairs and up to Matthew's bedroom.

The man looks down at Delilah's face, relief on her face as her leg sag back into the carpet and her shuddering breaths stabilize a bit. She was buzzing and desperate for a genuine release. "Since Catherine's gone, you'll be changing your sleeping arrangements. Instead, you'll borrow Whiskey's crate in my room. Much easier to keep an eye on you there and ensure your behavior is... adequate." He started to stand again when Delilah's curiosity and surprise got the better of her.

"C-Cathy... is gone?" She asked, her hands coming up to cover her breasts as she still lay on the floor, exhausted and unable to move quickly. "I thought she was... your-"

Delilah immediately shut up as she discovered that even her brief question was too much for his rules. The man snapped his gaze back down to her, a slight sneer on his face as clearly he was not excited about her question. "Still struggling on the no talking rule, hm? Guess I will have to take some drastic measures for a mouthy bitch like you. Don't worry-" Matthew squatted down again and hooked his finger into the D-ring on Delilah's collar and yanked, pulling her into a sitting posture and again pushing her forward so she was forced to catch herself on her hands, getting back into her crawling posture as her tail plug brushed the backs of her thighs. He was his usual forceful self again... but he was angry now. "-I somewhat expected this... and I'm prepared for it. You'll see. Tomorrow. Tonight, however..."

SMACK

Matthew's hand crashed down on Delilah's now-exposed ass cheek and she yelped out, Matthew's hand clamping over her mouth and even pinching her nose shut as he struck her again. "Tonight, you'll get another reminder of what it feels like to disobey. I'm not giving you an inch, Bitch. How else could you train a dog but to make sure it knows the rules exactly?"

Delilah screeched into his hand and shook her head as best she could as his hand smacked down over her plugged ass again.

Fuck! That hurts so bad! He's not going easy on me and- OW -he's angry! Was it something I said?! Delilah, her mouth covered, could not even resist or refute him as he knelt on one of her calves to keep her from moving, his hand clamped over her mouth and the other repeatedly spanking her ass. Already it was turning red from the sharp impacts of a flat palm and any time she clenched in pain it only stung worse as she clamped on the steel plug in her ass. After she'd relieved herself on his lawn, and been forced to sit there inches from her own waste until Matthew returned from his walk with Whiskey, the man had briefly cleaned her anus with a pack of wet wipes, re-lubricated the plug, and forced it back in. It had been uncomfortably filling her asshole all afternoon since and now he was ruthlessly spanking her ass about it!

She lost count of his spanks as she fought for air. His pinching grip on her nose meant Delilah could only throw herself so much before her lungs desperately begged for air. Her throat burned as her eyes watered and started to roll back, her knees giving out behind her as her lower back sagged down and her upper body began to convulse.

He's... going to... suffocate... me! Delilah thought to herself with the last of her brain power until Matthew's hand finally pulled away and he pushed her head down with that hand on the back of her neck. Delilah, even uncomfortable as she was with her chin in the shag carpet, sucked in a pained breath and sobbed, weeping uncontrollably as Matthew's spanking punishment came to an end. As air rushed into her lungs and oxygen got back to her brain, the pain centers started functioning properly again and her ass stung. Pain radiated up from her bottom and made her squirm beneath him as he held her down, face in the carpet, ass held up by his formerly-spanking hand.

His voice was no less cruel as he spat out one more verbal warning to her. "Don't you forget, Bitch, you're here because of your own foolishness. And your agreement includes obeying all of the rules. Forget even one... and you'll receive these punishments all over again. I sure don't mind reminding you of your place." He finally lifts his hand from her neck and pulls her up by her collar, choking her again as her hands came up to grab at the tightened collar. "Because an unruly bitch will always need a firm hand. I think it was time you learned that."

He tugs her further and throws her around to face the entry hall of the house and the staircase leading to the second floor. He stands and walks out ahead of her at a slow pace. "Walk. You're going in the kennel, Bitch."

Delilah, face wet with tears and body aching from all of the pain it had gone through, weakly crawls after Matthew.

You don't... need him angry... again. Just... keep going, Bi-... Dee. Just keep going... he'll calm down...

Delilah's thoughts were weak even in her own mind as she followed Matthew. When they reached the stairs, Whiskey was standing sentry at the top and began wagging his tail against the carpeted upstairs floor as he saw Delilah approaching. Matthew walked around him but Whiskey waited for Delilah to reach the landing before standing up and brushing alongside her, licking at her face and "guiding" her to the bedroom by slowly walking alongside her.

At least... the fucking dog has a gentlemanly streak. Delilah thought to herself as she glared at Matthew's back. She followed him past the open door where she'd spent the night and paused to peer inside. Contrary to before, where Catherine had had a bag and some personal effects in there, the room was once again completely sparse. Even the kennel where she'd spent the night, and where Catherine had urinated on her, was broken down and put back in the closet. That witch is... actually gone? Delilah pondered before noticing Matthew had gotten away from her and she scrambled forward to catch up.

Entering the bedroom, she saw the man crouched by the large wire-frame dog kennel she'd seen in here before. Only, last time she'd been in here, she'd been a normal human walking on two legs and not a punished, plugged, naked, slobbered-on human pet crawling on all fours.

Matthew seemed to be fixing and smoothing out the plush dog bed covering the bottom of the kennel and stood up and aside as Delilah crawled into the room. Whiskey trotted over to the master bed and seemed confused that Delilah wasn't coming along. "You're in here tonight, Bitch. I'm sure Whis will enjoy you smelling like him in the morning." He said with a faint bit of humor as he held the metal cage door open and pointed into the cage. It was a typical black wire-frame dog crate, more than capable of holding Whiskey's energetic self and would certainly work for Delilah. It was a fair bit larger than the crate she'd spent the last night in, more than enough for her and Whiskey by her estimations.

But as Matthew was waiting for her and his spanking was fresh on her mind, Delilah did not take time to consider the details of the crate and crawled in, meekly avoiding his gaze as he shut the gate behind her and latched it shut. She padded onto the soft bedding laid out for Whiskey and sighed. It's nicer than the crate I spent last night in... but it's still a dog kennel. She turned and watched as Matthew walked over to the master suite's attached bathroom but Whiskey stood watching her. The dog whined softly as he walked over and sniffed at the kennel, clearly unimpressed that he wouldn't get to finish "grooming" his companion.

Delilah shifts and lays down, curling up on her side as she looks up at Whiskey. She looks past him as shower water starts to spray in the bathroom. "It's okay, Whis... I'll still be here in the morning... not like I could get away anyway..."

Delilah lays on Whiskey's dog bed, surrounded by his scent as she starts to succumb to exhaustion. She'd had a nice long nap today, but she was thoroughly spent. The events of the last couple days took it out of her and finally getting to lay in relative safety, even if it was dog-scented, was a welcome relief.

Slowly, with Whiskey's attentive presence watching over her, Delilah fell asleep to the sound of shower water whispering over from the bathroom and a sense of contentment washed over her as she knew she wouldn't have to deal with Catherine any more. Now all she had to worry about were those "drastic measures" Matthew mentioned. He was already forcing her to use his lawn as a bathroom and letting his dog fuck her... how bad could it be?