Delilah's Dog Days

"Hhruff! Haahh! Gngrrr!! Aa-arooo!"

Delilah huffed and groaned as she tugged and pulled at her new "face" but couldn't get it to budge even a little bit. To make matters worse, the rubber ring gag holding her mouth open made each noise of exertion into an open-mouth moan or groan and the rubber mask cover her mouth, with its short "tube" of rubber to make up the appearance of a German Shepherd's nose and mouth replacing her own, turned each noise into something far more bestial. She sounded like a dog barking, grunting, and howling and she couldn't even stop it!

And why does that make this so much worse, all of a sudden? Why am I... why does it make me feel so different now?

Delilah's thoughts were rapid and scattered and worst of all aroused. Defeated, as it seemed the mask certainly was going nowhere, Delilah collapses onto the lawn and rolls onto her back, panting. Which, of course, only made her blush and fume harder as each exhale was turned into a very unfamiliar sound from her mouth. Making them very much like a dog's panting. This mask was causing all manners of problems for her already overwhelmed psyche.

After Ophelia had finished her "examination" of the pet girl, after pushing that fizzing "cleansing packet" into Delilah's vagina, and after contouring the mask to Delilah's face, the blonde woman had taken a moment to do some final measurements of Delilah's body with a tape measure while Matthew had wrangled the girl and forced her to wear the knee pads and mittens Ophelia had provided. The knee pads weren't too special, mostly just a thick pad of rubber held onto her knees with a stretchy fabric blend and held in place with an elastic strap velcro'd into place. The mittens however were causing issues. The black mittens had been forced onto each of Delilah's hands and she'd found immediate "problems" with them. Her protests at the time had been turned into bestial grunts and whines, so much so that Whiskey had trotted over to try and "help" but all that achieved was a few wet kisses of his nose and the eventual forcing-on of the gloves. The mittens themselves were smooth and rounded and gave her almost no hand dexterity, turning her hands into little lumps of black leather. Each one had a thick rubber "block" on the inside of the palm, resting into the cup of Delilah's hands and forcing her fingers to partially curl around them. It was like holding a hockey puck in your hand, and the slight elasticity of the gloves only allowed her to very briefly fully stretch out her hand for her own comfort but it quickly got exhausting and instead forced her to curl her fingers around this puck of rubber once again. Each time she stepped on her hands now, only the very tip of her fingertips would experience any kind of pressure while the rest of the weight was put on this somewhat heavy rubber puck in her mittens. Lifting her hands was a little more tiring as a result of hefting these pucks around but she had to admit it was a bit more comfortable when crawling on concrete or hardwood than it had been on her bare hands. The mittens also had latching straps behind the wrist joint and no matter how she tried to fiddle with them or scrape the metal clasps against something she could not get them to come undone. It was causing some amount of frustration to have her hands "taken away" like this and to make it worse, she couldn't even bite them. The mask on Delilah's face extended an inch or so out, putting a rubber dog nose in her vision at all times and now she couldn't even access her lips or teeth to try and bite stuff like this with that rubber nose in the way. And least of all could she reach the tiny-yet-sturdy clasps of the gloves that were forcing her to keep her hands slightly curled.

So she merely rolled onto her back and tried to catch her breath, staring up at the blue sky and puffy white clouds as she panted like a dog; whether she wanted to or not thanks to the ring gag incorporated into her mask. Once Ophelia had left, Matthew had decided it was time to teach Delilah "proper walking form" and had clipped on a leash and taken her outside. But before he could even begin, Whiskey began acting antsy and pacing and yipping at both of the humans. Matthew assumed he needed to go for a walk but Delilah assumed that her pained sounds and sudden bestial utterances had done something to Whiskey's mentality. But Matthew was in charge and Matthew decided to take Whiskey out. So he tied her to the yard stake with the simple command of "wait here" before taking Whiskey on his walk while the dog tugged and indicated for Delilah. But Matthew refused to bring her along. After all, a naked girl crawling through the neighborhood was likely to cause some excitement.

And that left Delilah staked to the yard with nowhere to go and alone with her new "equipment".

Laying on her back, Delilah lifted her right knee to inspect the new pad more closely. It was a broad band of elastic, extending several inches each way from her knee, and the actual pad itself was thick foam and rubber, giving it some sense of sponginess but also plenty of support. The crawl here from the house had been awkward as it raised her legs an extra inch or so and offset her usual balance, seeming to tip her body forward slightly. She'd had to keep her arms extended a bit further to make up the difference and the change in walking form had left her a bit more tired than she'd gotten used to by now. Or maybe it was all the inspection and wrangling the two adults had put her through was what had her gasping for air. Letting her knee sink back down and her foot rest in the grass, Delilah pulled her legs together as her loins tingled from the intense memory of Ophelia's dexterous hands caressing her pussy. She propped herself up on an elbow and curled forward to look at the black body tape covering her pussy. It felt very "fizzy" inside there, like someone had poured a bottle of cola into her pussy and sealed it in. She squirmed from the odd sensation and tried to keep quiet but with the ring holding her mouth open each breath, each gasp, each inhale made some manner of inhuman sound drift to her ears and was a constant reminder of her condition.

"H-hahh... hhnrff-" Speaking was now completely impossible. Matthew hadn't been kidding when he said he was going to handle her "speaking habit" and this muzzle was no joke. It was fairly heavy too, being made mostly of sturdy rubber, and was taking some effort to lug around. That damn old man... why is he doing all this? And that woman, why wouldn't she help?! She's in on all this? She likes it... Matthew called her the- Delilah paused as some details fell into place in her head. -the veterinarian... he didn't mean an actual vet... he meant one for human pets, didn't he? That's what she does... she makes good girls like me into... things like this. She frustratingly waves her mittens in front of her to make a point to herself. It didn't help much, as it only reminded her that even her hands could be taken away from her.

I can't... this can't be my life... it's only to the end of the summer... I can get through this. Just... s-seven... oh god, seven more weeks of this nightmare.

Delilah let her arms fall out to her sides as she sank back into the grass, huffing through her open mouth and fighting back tears when a twinge from her groin made her jolt and start to sit up. All that fizzing in her pussy was starting to ache and she desperately wanted to peel the tape off her cunt but with the mittens on her hands and no defined edges on them it was impossible to get her hands underneath the highly adhesive body tape and peel it away. Peering down at it again, she could see the center of the tape was starting to bulge out as whatever that packet had been seemed to have expanded and was pushing out on the tape from the inside.

No wonder... it's starting to hurt... it's fucking filling me up! She thought as a low whine of pain escaped her mouth. She snapped her gloved hand to her mouth to cover it which only bumped into the still unfamiliar muzzle on her face and made her grunt again, repeating the cycle. And this damn mask! Each time I make any noise... it's so humiliating! I sound like a-

"AROOF!"

Delilah snaps her head over and sees Whiskey barreling towards her and fully collides with her, knocking her flat onto her back again as he began rubbing his nose against hers while his tail wagged and his tongue licked and lapped at her skin. Each time it grazed over her mask, she of course couldn't feel it but that made it no less startling as Whiskey investigated the new feature of his fellow pet.

"Whuf- Whiffkhey!" Delilah yelps through her open-gagged mouth, blushing red under her mask as her voice comes out so wrong from how she expects it. It was barely recognizable as speech let alone her voice. Pinned on her back already, Whiskey needed very little help in forcing her to stay down as he stood over her, tail wagging and nose bumping all over her face. At least the mask was providing some protection from him getting his tongue in her mouth but droplets of drool had little difficulty dribbling into the open rubber canine mouth, making her sputter and flinch at the taste. She feels him start to step forward, walking his paws along her nude body and making her wince. But this lifted him off her face enough to allow her head to pop up and try to get her bearings as she puts her gloved hands to his chest. But the moment she does bring her head up she wishes she hadn't as Delilah found herself staring straight at Whiskey's erect cock. The canine's body was thrumming above her and already his member was dribbling little drops of pre-seed and wiggled with his excited wagging as little whines and yips escaped his mouth.

He's... telling me to... no... he can't... how does... does he think he can just order me around-?

"RrHOUF!"

Delilah's frantic thoughts are cut short but a sudden, deep, loud bark from Whiskey and she jolts, genuinely startled by his noise as he takes another step forward. His left rear paw presses onto her right breast and squishes into it as his other hind paw presses into the grass, nestled in Delilah's armpit as he brings his cock to bear on her face, hovering right above her bestial mask. The dog began to slowly shift forwards and back, batting his tapered cocktip against her rubber nose.

No... no... please, Whiskey, no-

Delilah pleads internally as her opened mouth pants and whines relentlessly, unable to protest, unable to stop him, only encouraging him with bestial noises. She tries to turn her head to get away from that red cock and sees Matthew. The man was merely wandering by from around the side of the house, seemingly late to catch up with Whiskey after they had returned from their walk and was staring at his two pets as they tangled on the lawn with a faint smile on his face.

PLEASE! Make him stop! I'm begging you! Delilah thought, begging with her eyes, but all that came out of her mouth was, "Chweeeze! Ahk hem hoff!" Her own voice betrayed her as Matthew merely returned a growing smile and a single cruel sentence.

"We'll do your walking practice when you two are done... don't let him down, now."

Delilah's heart froze in her chest as Matthew was genuinely dooming her to being mounted by Whiskey, the canine standing over her face and humping as the in-rut canine demanded satisfaction from what he clearly viewed as his mate.

He... this can't be real... he can't do all this to me... then expect me to fuck his-

A deep, lengthy, threatening growl emits from above her and Delilah snaps her face "up" to look at Whiskey craning his neck to look under himself and at Delilah in her rubber German Shepherd mask. She stared back with wide eyes as she panted heavily through the mask, his cock hovering over her face meant each inhale brought his musky scent into her nose and mouth and started to make her feel dizzy, adding to the tingling sensation in her groin as the cleansing packet simmered inside her vagina.

The haze building in her mind was starting to overwhelm Delilah as Whiskey filled her vision with cock but she wasn't ready to submit and give in. Not just yet. She tried to start scrambling out from under the dog but with him standing on her chest, she found it tricky to get any movement. She dug her heels and toes into the grass beneath her and tried to push "up" and get out and away from beneath Whiskey, or at the very least get her face away from his penis. Sliding backwards on the grass, she got a few inches away just to come face-to-face with Whiskey glaring down at her. The dog drew his face back into a snarling face and let out a low growl of warning. With teeth bared, Whiskey was all but commanding Delilah to stay put and, as if on cue, she did so.

He's... in charge... I can't... can't slip away... Delilah thought to herself, head spinning as his musk invaded her senses and the simple memory of when he'd chosen where they would sleep bubbled up in her mind. He could grab, drag, and put me anywhere he wanted... he wants me here.

Meekly, Delilah looks away from Whiskey and the canine seems to take that as submission. In a sense, it was. The mostly-nude girl couldn't hold his stare, couldn't growl and snarl and bite back, couldn't even unseat him from on top of her. He held all the power here. And, ashamed of herself, she let him step forward again and aim his cock right at her muzzle, that unspoken demand of his as she watched it throb and drool with his pre-seed.

M-Matthew's not here... he went inside... b-but... his cameras will still see... still see you... if... if you...

Delilah tried to rationalize herself out of what she was about to, tried to tell herself no, to not submit, to fight back, to do something. But as Whiskey's canine cock hovered in front of her half-masked face, Delilah let go. Her resistance faded and her desperate thoughts of fleeing were put to rest.

You can't get away... just... accept it. Accept him.

Delilah flushed bright red underneath her black and brown rubber mask as she reached her neck up slightly and brushed the lower lip of her new rubber mask against Whiskey's cocktip, earning a little whine of approval from the canine as his hind paw shifted to step off of her and give her more access and maneuverability. And, obediently, Delilah made use of it. Sitting up a little further, the girl propped herself up on one elbow as the top of her head rubbed against Whiskey's underbelly and she pressed her mask against his cock again, trying to get it to seat properly.

This is... going to take some... getting used-to.

Delilah struggled to keep Whiskey still as she was largely without hands to work with. She needed one arm beneath her to keep herself propped up and the other could really only press against Whiskey's side to try and keep him still. If he'd just sit still... maybe squat down a bit...

He's... punishing me for... not being obedient. He was getting low earlier... now he's not budging... he's making me work harder to please him...

Without any help from the canine, Delilah was left to feebly grope and nudge at him with her rubber-covered mouth, trying to catch his throbbing, wobbling cock as her head steadily succumbed to a hazy lust-fog. Whatever reservations she might have held, whatever naughtiness she wanted to avoid, Delilah's hesitancy evaporated when she finally managed to snag his tapered tip in the rubber teeth of the canine mask and pushed herself forward with a triumphant yelp. A yelp that is quickly replaced by a startled gurgle as Delilah's gagged-open mouth is suddenly invaded by the salty, musky, sour taste of Whiskey's pre-seed. The canine's drooling cock rested just on Delilah's lips and was drooling straight onto her tongue as she lay back underneath him, all but guaranteeing each droplet would land directly on her tongue and sully her tastebuds.

YUCK! No! G-gross! It's so gross!

Delilah frantically began trying to pull back again but now it was far too late. Seated in her masked mouth, Whiskey pounced forward and ground his hips down, clearly unwilling to wait any longer, and slid his cock past the rubber ring seated behind Delilah's teeth and flattened her tongue to the bottom of her mouth with his invading member. The smooth, slick texture glided over her tongue and made her eyes shoot wide open as his taste got all of her attention. Musky and salty, it tasted almost exactly like one would expect a dog's cock to taste like just after he had gone for a walk with his master. Delilah even felt she could taste urine on it, matching the scent she had been coated in previously when he had made his territorial display on her body, but right now all she could think about was him mounting her face. With her mouth claimed and secured, Whiskey's movements took over and he slid his hind paws forward and drove his hips down, pushing Delilah's head back into the grass as his hips squatted over her and his knot bumped into the rubber teeth of the mask.

"GGrrk-Glkg!" Delilah choked and groaned around his cock as it filled up her ring-gagged mouth. His tapered tip was already tapping the back of her throat and even starting to slide down it before his hips came back, dragging his still-drooling tip across her tongue to remind her of his taste before pounding back down, banging her head back into the grass and bumping his knot into her mask. The dog started to move fast, rutting her face with eager abandon as the canine extracted what he wanted out of her; pleasure. Clearly, delaying him had only caused Delilah to receive an even more aggressive rutting from him as each thrust was as deep and rapid as the dog could manage and the amount of pre-seed leaking into her mouth was a clear indication that he was pent up after being made to wait so long before receiving her relief. Drool and spittle began to back up and coat Whiskey's knot as Delilah's desperate attempts to breathe around his pounding cock drew more and more saliva and slime from her throat. She coughed and sputtered with each breath and only barely got air in time to have her throat stabbed again as Whiskey clearly had no concern or understanding that he might be making her slightly uncomfortable. Her mask's lips were covered in her own drool as each outward draw of his member spread it around. She twitched as spittle escaped her mouth and made it all the way to her chest or belly, coughed up in an attempt to clear her airways of Whiskey's musk or some accidentally inhaled pre-seed. And with each frantic thrust of the canine as he rutted his "mate's" mouth, Whiskey's knot was beginning to penetrate further and further into the rubber mouth of the mask. Each thrust had the black and brown muzzle spreading more for him until, instead of bumping the rubber nose, Whiskey's knot was stopping on Delilah's lips. And then her teeth. And then the rubber ring behind her teeth...

And Delilah was definitely starting to notice. Each thrust was getting deeper, his paws sinking into the grass further, and her throat getting scraped raw by his tapered prick. He's going to fucking... knot my mouth! No! He- Whiskey please! Delilah's begging and pleading was all internal though. All Whiskey would hear was the guttural, choked, sputtering noises of the naked girl beneath him.

"Glk-glk-glphttb-Gnng!"

Each noise was far from voluntary, Whiskey was pounding the noises out of Delilah as she struggled against him. Both of her hands now pressed to his body as he ground down against her, since his rutting had driven her back and she didn't need to prop herself up to reach him. And even with both hands and all the pushing and scrambling she could manage, she couldn't make him stop. Delilah's legs twitched and jerked as he pounded her head into the grass. Her toes were curling as the depravity and debauchery of the moment was making her tingling, fizz-filled pussy ache for attention. No matter how she tried to resist or ignore it, this treatment was...

Why don't I want him to stop!?

Delilah squirmed underneath Whiskey but was gradually lessening her resistance. All she was focused on now was trying to keep a decent angle for his cock to spear into her mouth and catch her few breaths where she could. As Whiskey sped up, the chance to breathe was growing more scarce. Her throat was aching from the rampant pounding of the canine. Her eyes burned from furs getting into her face. Her cheeks were covered in her own slobber as Whiskey's thrusting cock sent her saliva in every which direction. And as she was just about to start getting truly desperate for air, Whiskey's movements shifted ever so slightly and in he went.

With a low howl, Whiskey thrust forward one more time, firmly and fiercely, and punched his knot past the rubber ring inside Delilah's mouth.

"GggkmmmMMMMNNN!!!!!??"

Delilah's surprised squeal was quickly silenced by Whiskey's member as it slid in deep, his tip exploring the depths of her throat as his knot squeezed in past the rubber ring, causing the ring to expand briefly before it snapped back into shape behind his knot. And, as the knot swelled, it fully locked itself inside Delilah's mouth and filled her oral orifice completely. Her tongue was pressed flatly against the floor of her mouth with hardly anywhere to move, her taste buds assaulted by his knot's flavor as she felt the first gush of canine semen down her throat. His tip being in her throat meant she didn't even get to taste his seed as it poured into her body, landing heavily in her stomach as the shame of being orally-knotted made her entire body ache with humiliation and feel like a giant lump of ice with one hot, burning, liquid core in her stomach warming up her body.

Fuck! FUCK! It's so much! I... I can't breathe! I can't BREATHE!

Delilah squirmed and scrambled beneath Whiskey as she tried to force him back enough for her to breathe but all that achieved was making Whiskey whine as the rubber ring tugged against his knot and squeezed out more of his semen, flooding it into her stomach as Delilah's chest strained for air. Reflexively, as spunk was pouring out of Whiskey's cock in a steady, milky flow, Delilah swallowed and she jerked forward, her gag reflex protesting but with the meaty member buried in her throat and currently flooding down into her gut, there wasn't anywhere for anything to go. Instead, and much to her surprise, she suddenly found she could breathe. She gasped around his cock and sucked down air as his member was poking just past her epiglottis, that little flap covering her trachea or esophagus. If Delilah calmed her reflexes down, resisted the urge to swallow, she could breathe by drawing air down into her throat!

Stay... calm... just stay calm...

Staying calm seemed to not only help her but soothed Whiskey too as he shifted forward to sit above her head. His movement dragged Delilah's head back, the base of his prick resting on her forehead and making her stare directly at his furred ball sack as his cock aimed back behind his body and continued to slowly drool more spunk into her throat, bulging it out as his member throbbed and twitched inside her esophagus. But as long as she took slow, shallow breaths and resisted the desperate urge to swallow, she could suck in slow gasps of air.

It tastes like dog dick... but I can fucking breathe at least... She thought to herself as she lay back on the grass, utterly exhausted from having her face rutted by a frisky, in-rut canine. At least this can't get much worse. Delilah mused as she tried to avoid staring right as Whiskey's furred pouch. Each time it throbbed it sent another wave of gut-warming spunk to her stomach and she had to fight the urge to gag and retch. Doing so would likely drown her-

"Seems you two are going to be busy for a while."

Delilah's eyes snapped wide open and she jolted, startling Whiskey as Matthew's voice taunted her. She sputtered and gasped as Whiskey tried to settle her down but it was Matthew's hand on her gut that made her sit still.

"Stop. You're over-reacting, Bitch... just relax... you've got nothing to be ashamed of here... you're playing your part as Whiskey's bitch. Just keep taking those slow breaths, he'll shrink and un-knot you when he's ready. Until then-" Matthew reached down and sharply yanked the pussy-tape off of Delilah's cunt, making her squeak and jolt but a sudden gush of fluid pouring out of her pussy sent so much relief through her that she nearly came on the spot. "-you can finally have this off and empty out." Matthew balled up the tape and stood, smirking down at Delilah as she managed to peek at him from around Whiskey's bestial cock. His smug expression made her gut turn, and not just from the flood of cum pouring into it.

"I told you we'd take drastic measures... poor Bitch, even Whiskey was tired of you using your mouth for improper things." He turns and starts to walk off towards the house, with one last taunt to drive home Delilah's humiliating position, "Keep learning your place, Bitch. Soon, you'll be begging to service your mate's dick. Just you wait..."