Delilah's Dog Days

Slow and steady... slow and steady... slow and oh god I can't believe I'm here like this... but it... it feels so good... oh fuck.

Delilah squirmed in her new latex bitchsuit as she and Ophelia stood in a secluded portion of the apartment complex's parking garage and waited for Matthew to return with the SUV. Each one of her breaths needed to be, at Ophelia's guidance, slow and steady so she didn't choke on her own spit with the new throat-invading cock gag in her mouth. The same rubber canine dong that was carefully metering her breath and making her grateful for each and every inhale she got. She took frequent glances up at Ophelia who had shucked her black bodysuit and changed into a strapless sparkly black dress with a tall leg slit, daring high heels, and a sleek shoulder-slung bag that Delilah knew had a few of her "tools" for taking care of pets like her. The woman had quickly freshened up while Delilah was made to stare at her new tail, the one Matthew would have the pleasure of inserting into her when he returned to pick her up. And now with Ophelia freshly showered, her hair done up, and her glasses polished and cleaned she waited beside Delilah with the pet girl's leash lazily held in one hand while looking towards the parking entrance for Matthew's vehicle.

Delilah, however, was frantically darting her head around trying to get used to listening with her new ears. They were doing an incredible job of muffling sound except for directly ahead of her, forcing her to look at where she wanted to listen to get a proper sense of what things sounded like. And as they waited, she somewhat frequently heard footsteps. Her thoughts were always the same.

Someone's going to see me. Someone's coming. I'm going to be caught, all of my effort to not let Matthew reveal everything about me is going to be wasted! Both of my lives are over if someone random finds out!

Delilah paused for a moment as she mulled over that word. Both. She was so distraught by her unconscious use of the term, of her momentary admission that she was starting to accept her time with Matthew and Whiskey as important to her, important enough to be worried about their end, that she totally forgot her concern over the approaching footsteps which turned out to be no concern at all as it was just a pair of apartment residents who failed to even notice Ophelia and Delilah waiting in the secluded corner of the parking garage.

A short time later, Matthew returned and pulled up right beside Ophelia who waited until the black SUV came to a halt before giving Delilah's leash a little tug and smiling at the girl. "Master's here, pup. Let's go show him your new coat."

Blushing underneath her new latex hood and mask, Delilah followed the tug of the leash as Ophelia strutted around the back of the vehicle as Matthew got out and met them at the rear bumper. He paused as Ophelia released the leash and gave Delilah's unplugged bottom a slight nudge with the tip of her heel and coaxed her on, not that Delilah could hear her with those directional ears of hers. What she could hear was the simple greeting from Matthew but what had her squirming was his eyes. Matthew was staring, drinking her in as she crawled on elbow and knee towards him with each flex and movement creating a creak, squeak, or crackle of glossy latex; freshly shined and smoothed out by Ophelia before they came to the garage.

"Good evening, Dee-Dee. Don't you just look darling..." Matthew said, obviously enamored before crouching down and holding out one hand, palm-up, and resting his forearm on his knee as he crouched in front of her.

Timidly, Delilah knew what he was asking for. She crawled his way, dragging the loose leash beneath her and laid her rubber chin in his hand and looked up at him with just her eyes, the motion giving her a very small and "cute" appearance, even amid all the trappings of a bondage pet. She couldn't really hear Ophelia, but it was obvious she was saying something. Turning her head slightly, she caught enough to stay in the loop.

"She did good, Matthew. Nice and easy to apply things, barely even cried. She still has one more treat though." Ophelia held out the new plug tail for Matthew to take. "Self-wagging and with a remote-controlled vibrator, the tail is a rubber casing around a battery-core with shiny black decorative fur. It'll have enough life to run at full power all evening with the wag motor and vibrator going. Quite the treat." Ophelia handed it to Matthew who held up the fur-covered plug tail for her to see and-

Oh fuck that plug is huge! It... I don't think it inflates, so it has to be that big? Mmnf... what if Whiskey... would he feel even tighter with that in than usual? Oh fuck...

"Thank you, Ophelia. I'll take that into account." Matthew responded evenly as he reached forward to tug and move Delilah's head, inspecting the rubber-formed mask before starting to speak. "And the other thing? How did... that go?"

Delilah wanted to listen in. She knew what he was asking about and frankly she was dying to know too. But as he started to physically turn her around and Ophelia started talking, all she caught with the directional hearing was, "It's an experimental thing, Orem. And it was for your last girl so-" before her hearing was completely muffled and all she caught were nondescript mumbles.

Dammit. These stupid ears! He's gonna- "MMmmnph!" Fuck... his fingers feel tight with that new rubber anus. Wait, no... Shit! That means- "NNNGGPpppth!"

Any of Delilah's cock-muffled protests and her thoughts are sharply cut off by Matthew taking a bottle of lube and heavily coating her new rubber anus before dousing the thick and heavy plug with more lube. The toy was designed to handle the weight of a rigid and upright dog tail, it needed to be heavy. And as he teased it against the puffy doughnut incorporated into her suit she let out a guttural moan as it squelched into her, stretching out the rubber anus before it snapped shut around the base of the toy and locked it inside; on top of the massive bulge of the toy itself that stretched her sphincter open and sent spikes of electricity up her spine before the toy was fully inside and it locked itself behind her anus.

She felt Matthew stand and saw the SUV's trunk open before his hand, again, cupped underneath her abdomen and lifted, straining on the giant toy in her ass and even pressing the new rubber canine vulva against her own soft, squishy human cunt. But worst was that new plug tail...

Guh! That things even bigger inside! This is going to be the worst night ever!

Delilah shuddered as the SUV came to a halt and Whiskey sprung up in the kennel beside hers. He had grown excited beyond belief after determining Delilah's scent but had initially been uncertain about the new latex skin she wore. The drive didn't feel quite as long as she expected but she had been primarily distracted by trying to get used to the new big plug in her ass and the weird feeling of the rubber "sleeves" coating the inside of her asshole and vagina. Not to mention the rest of the latex. The entire drive she had heard Matthew and Ophelia's mumbled voices but even trying to turn her head and look up at the front hadn't done much for her ability to hear them thanks to the new dog-ear hood and she resigned herself to trying to lay flat and absorb the swaying of the vehicle. But she did feel the two thumps of car doors opening and closing and waited in anticipation as Matthew came around to open the trunk.

"Welcome to the party, Dee-Dee." Matthew says smoothly as the door raises and Delilah gets a look at a... fairly ordinary house? In a suburb, maybe? The trunk of the car was pointed towards the house already and it seemed completely normal, aside from a few people loitering on the front porch smoking cigarettes together and the occasional flash of movement through one of the windows along the face of the house. The building itself was fairly posh in a mundane sort of way. If you didn't know where to look you might assume it was ordinary, but Delilah could tell from the extremely professional landscaping and fine quality stone siding of the house that it was indeed expensive.

But even still. It was just a house. It didn't look like some kind of dungeon or a rave party. Knowing what she looked like, and she knew what she looked like and doubted she would ever get to forget it, she might have thought she and Matthew were in the wrong place if she didn't know Matthew. The man released Whiskey from his cage first, ordering the canine to sit for a leash to get clipped on before he set to Delilah. The kennel opened and she sucked in a sharp breath as he tugged her out of the kennel, spun her around, and set her onto her knees first before attaching her leash once again and turning her and Whiskey to face the house. She had no way to feel it, but just from the gaze of the two smokers on the porch Delilah's pussy was already beginning to drool through the rubber sleeve and canine pussy covering her own, fully exposed for Ophelia as she followed behind Matthew as he led his two pets up the front walk of the house in a close heel formation; one pet on either side of him.

Fuck... fuck fuck fuck! I'm out in public! People can see me! They... they know-

"Evening, Matthew. Party's already started."

Delilah snaps her head up to look at the speaker, one of the two people, a younger-looking man with a nice sharp jawline and slacks with a buckled belt and tucked-in white shirt. He looked like a younger, less-dressed version of Matthew as her man had dressed up quite a bit. Abnormally nice slacks, a jacket, and dress shoes made for comfort instead of style which suggested to Delilah he planned to have her out here for a while. He wore a fresh white button-up beneath the jacket and even had a vest over it with a black and brown patterned tie. Whiskey's colors...

"Evening Michael. Jan." Matthew replied to the man with a casual tone and short words as well as greeting the other person, another man dressed similarly to the first but a bit older, maybe late 30s. "Staring a bit much, aren't you?"

The trio chuckled as Ophelia slid up beside Matthew, an arm snaking under his before reaching down with her spare to scratch between Delilah's pointed canine ears. "Can you blame them, Matthew? I do good work."

Matthew chuckled as he started moving again, tugging Whiskey, Ophelia, and Delilah along with him as the two men watched the human pet awkwardly squeak and creak along in her latex prison. He walked her up the porch and to the front door and pushed it open and a wave of noise hit Delilah's ears. Human voices, music just loud enough to cover up illicit conversations, whoops and hollers as people got excited. It was... rowdier than she expected but as she stepped inside she quickly learned why.

This wasn't some college party with drunk co-eds and everyone's first time away from home. This was a full-bore fetish party.

The house itself was laid out fairly unusually. This was not a normal house on the inside. The building seemed to be arranged, on the first floor, in four "quadrants" with a hallway leading from the front door straight to the back door and to the left and right of the entrance were two rooms sectioned off by sliding panel walls, like one would see at a conference building to create isolated rooms or connect larger ones. There seemed to be a matching pair of rooms at the back half of the house and an L-shaped two-tier staircase in the middle of this weird house to get to a second floor. The steps themselves were long and flat and looked much easier for someone like Delilah to climb compared to the ones she was used to at home which always felt like she was about to tumble to her death one of these days. Those stairs looked positively pleasant to climb by comparison.

But even the weirdness of the house could not outshine the weirdness of the guests. Immediately to her right in the first room, which seemed to be decorated like some old Victorian-era ball room with tiled floors, fake antique furniture, and an array of five chandeliers was a small crowd of some fifteen people arrayed in a loose circle. In the middle of that circle, and underneath the central and biggest of the chandeliers, was a gorgeous and lithe woman dressed in a slutty bunny suit, complete with stockings and ears. Her short heeled pumps were a flurry of motion as she spun around a stripper pole attached to the chandelier above her and anchoring straight to the ceiling, creating a strange scene as the posh decor clashed with the sultry display as the woman showed off her body for the spectators; men and women alike.

Off to her left and in what looked like a very normal suburban living room was just wanton sex. A couple couches supported 4 people, three of whom were women and the last looked like a fairly feminine man from Delilah's frantic, wide-eyed inspection, and all four were being relentlessly fucked. Not in a harsh way, but just... pleasured. Screams of ecstasy, moans of lewd pleasure, begging cries for more, just for someone else to slip out of the waiting and watching crowd to take the place of someone who just finished.

But Matthew didn't seem interested in joining either group and walked his entourage straight down the hall of the house and towards the back half. The other two "rooms" were similar in the sense of them having sliding walls attached to the hallway that could be rolled closed to create more privacy, and likely sound dampening, but they were currently open and offered Delilah a clear look inside. On the right was a sleek and clean kitchen. Or, it was before a woman had been laid out on the marble countertops and covered in messy foods by the trio of party-goers who were making a mess of their plaything. A small group watched with relaxed amusement as the woman on the countertop had her left tit covered in a healthy amount of whipped cream just for the man who sprayed it on to luridly lick it off and earning a muffled moan as the messy girl got her mouth stuffed with a suspiciously girthy sausage by an ill-dressed woman beside her. Smudges and smears on that girl's clothes suggested she had been the last one on the countertop before Delilah arrived to see their scene.

And off to the left was... nothing. The polished hardwood of the hallway gave way to stiff black carpets and dark walls with moody lighting. All around the perimeter of this room was a collection of black-bodied furniture with rich red cushions, creating a very dark aesthetic. Delilah couldn't estimate the exact size of the room, and each room seemed to be about the same size, but the room was large. Easily big enough for forty people to lounge comfortably and more could be accommodated if everyone stood. Central to this threatening room was a red circular carpet on a slightly raised platform, only a couple of inches, but enough to give it a sense of display.

And worst for Delilah, Matthew gave her leash a tug and directed her straight into this room and off to the side, picking out a padded bench for himself and Ophelia to share while he sat Whiskey down beside him and put Delilah in front of him between his knees and facing him, tilting her head up so she could hear.

"You're here, pet. And not a single person knows you. Isn't that thrilling?"

Delilah squirmed as she sat back on her shins, anxiously resting and nudging her rubber chin into Matthew's palm as the woman beside him dug through her bag and kept busy.

There's nothing I can do... I can't even speak and he wants me to be here. What am I even doing here... how did all of this happen? How can I make it stop? A twinge from beneath her makes her stomach churn as she knew her pussy was throbbing beneath all the rubber coating it. She could all but smell her own arousal and a glance over at Whiskey and a hungry glance back told her he could smell it too. Fuck... do I want it to stop?

Delilah had to sit and wait as Matthew and Ophelia whispered between one another periodically. Faintly, she heard the thumping of music and dull din of voices from elsewhere in the house but with her face in Matthew's hands and her vision filled with him or Whiskey when she tilted her head to look at her canine mate there was no way for her to tell what was happening behind her or how long she was sitting here. Her life was, quite literally, in Matthew's hands.

At least... this suit... fuck, the only thing anyone can see is my eyes... nobody knows you. Nobody knows you. Nobody-

Matthew twitched and raised his head slightly and Delilah could see it. Even Whiskey stiffened and took a single step forward, unusual for his typical disciplined behavior, and paused before looking up at Matthew and then again at whatever had disturbed them both.

Ophelia glances between Matthew and Delilah before shifting over and tugging on the lapel of his jacket to bring him close. She murmurs into his ear far lower than Delilah had any hope of overhearing but the man gives her a curt nod in reply before slowly drawing his hand up and dragging it around Delilah's fake muzzle, sliding it up and to the side to turn her head towards Ophelia before standing up and stepping past Delilah. The latex-bound girl was a bit surprised to see him distressed like this and Ophelia took hold of Delilah and Whiskey's leashes before scooting over to sit in the middle of the padded bench. She tugs Delilah in close and the bitchsuited brunette finally dares to turn around and look.

And what she saw made her jaw drop. Well, it would have if her mouth weren't muzzled shut with a knotted canine cock inside it.

Matthew had moved towards the entry wall of this "play room" and was standing opposite another man who, in his hand, held a short leash attached to another bitchsuited woman, wearing a full-body suit of dull golden latex minus a hood of any kind. She only wore a simple half-face muzzle mask and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her blonde hair. Her blonde hair and tightly-bound chest that was still larger than Delilah's even underneath the latex bodysuit she wore. The woman didn't have the same restrictive limb bindings as Delilah, but she did have bondage mittens and boots that took on the appearance of canine paws.

And in this woman's uncovered eyes, when Delilah locked gazes with her, she saw smug confidence.

It's... it can't be... it's that fucking whore Catherine!

Delilah immediately let out a low growl of her own. It hurt thanks to her throat already being sore from being stuck around the dildo nestled at the back of her mouth but she didn't care. She didn't care that her breathing got uneasy and stifled through her knotted gag. She just wanted to know why that woman Matthew sent away was back and... with a different man? Observing the altercation between the two dominant men, Delilah couldn't hear much thanks to the background noise of the party house and her canine ears but from what she could tell Matthew was unhappy to see the pair but was holding it together. To any casual observer, Matthew might have even seemed cordial and welcoming, but Delilah had seen him and how he behaved in his most private of moments and knew when he was pretending.

He's lying through his teeth... he wasn't expecting either of them, I bet... just who is that man? And why does Cathy keep staring at me?!

Delilah wanted nothing more than to spit at Cathy, or something worse, just from how much she still loathed the woman. The same person who had helped Matthew entrap her, had masturbated on top of Delilah and splattered her with her pussy juices and "cleaned" her off with piss was now dressed in dull gold rubber and smugly presenting herself against Delilah and staring her down. The two women were both gagged, or at least muzzled, and no words could be exchanged. But as Delilah started to grow anxious, it seemed she wouldn't have to respond as Whiskey tugged on his leash and pulled forward, causing Ophelia to awkwardly sit up and forward on the bench as the big German Shepherd, who was bigger than either woman when he brought himself up to his full height, put himself between Delilah and Cathy. The canine stood with a stiff tail pointed downwards, his ears up and alert, and a low snarl on display as he had clearly recalled Catherine's scent from his previous rebuke of her behavior.

That's right, Whis... get her ass... Delilah thought to herself as it was her turn to smugly peek underneath Whiskey and look for Cathy's reaction. The woman did, indeed, break her stare before long as the canine bore down on her, refusing to let the blonde look at his mate without rebuttal.

Finally, the tense standoff was broken as Matthew turns back to his small entourage and the other dominant takes Cathy across the room to sit opposite them. Slowly, more people were filing into the room and taking seats, passing by to speak with Matthew or Ophelia and all of them stopped to admire Delilah. However, anyone who tried to pet her was quickly warded off by an over-protective Whiskey who was having none of it now, even as Matthew attempted to get the dog to heel again. Giving up, Matthew sits beside Ophelia again and puts Delilah between his knees, making her sit up as Whiskey sits in front of her, half-blocking her from view and standing guard for her as the room filled up and Delilah started to feel an energy in here.

As the room neared capacity, but there were still some spare seats, a brown-haired man broke away from a small group of his own; two women, one of whom was in a sparkly white cocktail dress and the other in full-body latex, complete with an exposed chastity belt, leash, and blindfold on her latex hood. The girl in white held the girl in black's hand and held her back as the man in a set of black slacks and a dark red shirt walked up and onto the small dais, smiling and motioning for the audience to quiet down as he cleared his throat. He spoke with a smooth, rich tone of voice and thanks to everyone quieting down and the sliding walls being drawn shut Delilah could actually hear him fairly well.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, slaves and subs, pets and owners." He spoke with a fluid confidence, like he'd done this dozens of times before. The audience gave a respectful round of murmurs in reply and he continued. "Tonight, we have a rather special event. We have two pet girls who are going to be performing tricks for your entertainment... though, I'm not sure how special doggy position is for the likes of you!" A short wave of laughter rose up and died down just as quick before the man turned and caught Delilah's eyes for just a moment before turning again to Cathy. "Tonight, we have our known friend Cathy joining us. She and her... well, new owner Darius will be performing a sensual show for us tonight. Afterwards, longtime attendee, trainer, contributor, and coordinator Matthew will be showing off his latest pet, little Dee-Dee. It's her first time out, folks. Give her a round of applause."

Delilah squirmed in her place as the crowd clapped for her. But there was something off about it. It wasn't a genuine applause, not one of greeting and congratulations. It somehow sounded hungry. Predatory. Expectant. It was like each person there was asking her "what are you going to show us? Do you belong here?" without saying a word.

And all of it was making Delilah drool out of her rubber canine vulva.

The officiator resumed speaking as he himself slowed his applause to a halt before giving one last sharp clap and turning around to face Cathy. "However, just for the newbie's sake, Cathy and Darius will be going first. Darius? If you please... the floor is yours."

The crowd gave up another short round of applause as the man Matthew had been speaking with moments ago stands up from the bench across from Delilah and Whiskey. He smiled confidently as he coiled the already-short leash attached to Cathy's collar around his hand, shortening it even further as he all but dragged her from the bench and to the red carpeted dais where the brown-haired man had been speaking. The man, Darius, was easily some ten years younger than Matthew. Medium-length brown hair held back in a loose hair band and an open blazer gave him a sort of casual professional look compared to Matthew's far more rigid appearance but Delilah was a little stunned as she watched him drop his pants with very little hesitation and revealed a notable specimen of a human penis. Somewhere around 5 or 6 inches long but girthy, Delilah had to say it was decent, but not among the more impressive dicks she'd seen.

A quick glance down at Whiskey in front of her made her pussy throb beneath her rubber canine cunt and drool a little harder. Not the most impressive dick by a long shot. She imagined flashing a grin but the cock gag and restrictive hood made expressions impossible. Instead, her eyes were drawn to the spectacle on stage as she quickly came to realize why Cathy and this Darius were here. She wanted to show off.

With Darius's cock out and Catherine making canine-like barks and whines, she wiggles her plug-tailed ass up as her shoulders bow down to the carpeted dais. Her hands, her paw-gloved mittens, slid up and outwards in front of her as her pawed feet kick excitedly but intentionally in the air, like it was a practiced motion to show her excitement as Darius grabbed a handful of her gold-coated ass. Delilah started to realize the suit was meant to emulate a golden retriever of some kind, especially when paired with Catherine's dirty blonde hair and the mask she wore. Her lower half was supported by her knees as Darius wound himself around, grabbing at Cathy's presented ass and started to tug and tease the base of her plug tail, earning what Delilah thought were very forced moans from the woman. It wasn't until Darius crouched down to one knee and slid his other leg back to give himself access to his partner's exposed pussy did Delilah realize just how performative this was. Cathy's peal of aroused moaning sounded completely forced as Darius forced his thick dick into her waiting pussy.

Delilah turns her head from the spectacle as the man starts thrusting into Cathy, dragging her chest back and forth across the carpet and looks at Matthew with searching eyes. She bucks her chin forward a bit, tilting her head and squirming slightly to try and signal to him.

Why are they doing this? I know it's like a sex club or whatever... but... why her? Why now? Why is she in a worse bitchsuit? She's not even trying very hard...

Matthew's smile actually did put some ease back into Delilah's chest as his hand slides off his leg and cradles her covered cheek, rubbing his thumb across the raised feature of her mask and just beside her left eye. She couldn't feel it beyond the slight push and pressure of his hand but the rubbing was all but lost on her senses. She leaned into his hand and closed her eyes. Some time later, she wasn't even sure how long exactly, a short round of applause got her attention and she perked up. Turning around, she saw Darius getting redressed and Cathy still raising her ass but now pointing it at Delilah specifically. Or... maybe she was point it at Whiskey? Cum oozed from her pussy and her plug tail wagged slowly as her hips swayed but it wasn't until Catherine pushed herself back up to her paw-mittens and stared at Delilah for a moment did Delilah know who she was bragging to. Her eyes caught Delilah's for a mere moment and the teen caught a brief grinning squint in Cathy's eyes before she stared down at Whiskey and let out a solitary "ruff!" before finally turning around and crawling off the stage to rejoin Darius and get toweled off.

Delilah's ears thudded with her heartbeat. And it was getting fast. She saw a different man from before wander up to the stage and begin speaking. He thanked Darius and Catherine for the show before turning to gesture towards Matthew but Delilah could barely hear him over the irritation in her heart.

That whore is trying to steal back her spot with Matthew... with Whiskey. She thinks she's entitled to it? She thinks she deserves it? I'll fucking show her...

Matthew standing up behind her got Delilah into motion already and she started to take one step but was halted by the leash in his hand before she got anywhere. Turning her head curiously, she saw Matthew looking down at her with a smile as the audience around them fell quiet. Only now did she realize he must have been speaking at the crowd to silence them as his show was about to begin.

The preamble to his demonstration was clearly over as the first thing Delilah heard was, "Whiskey, take."

She turns her head as Matthew's best man turns to him and easily accepts the end of Delilah's leash in his mouth before sitting down beside her, two pets looking up at their master for the next order. Matthew's is not for Delilah. "Whiskey, guide." The man points directly at the carpeted dais and, without any verbal response, Whiskey stands up and turns around. Delilah, held by her leash, is forced to come along as Whiskey pulls her without delay. She was all but eager for it though, ready to show Cathy what a real bitch was made of. She crawls along with Whiskey on her elbows and knees and feels a throbbing need in her pussy, her real pussy, as Whiskey brings her out in front of the entire audience. She looks down at the red carpet and sees a few darker stains of what was likely spunk from Cathy's show but she didn't care. She was brought to a halt by Whiskey and made to sit with a low growl from his throat around the leash, but she didn't care. It wasn't until she looked around at the audience and saw it had nearly doubled in size that she began to care.

In... front of all these people though... She drew in a long and slow breath before steeling herself. Nobody knows who you are... you're just Dee-Dee and Matthew's bitch to these people... it's going to be okay.

Whiskey seemed to only be growing more excited by the second as Matthew seemed to have released him from guide duty and Delilah felt the canine's nose start exploring her latex. She knew the poor boy had been pent up beyond all belief since being put in the car, even before her new gear had been put on. And since then, she'd only been leaking pussy juice and winding him up more. So it was no surprise to her when she felt a bump against her cunt. And another. And another. Whiskey was pushing his nose up and against her rubber pussy repeatedly. And while she could only feel the impact of his nose, the canine was indeed licking and lapping up every single drop of her leaking pussy juice. But the bumping of his snout alone was enough to get Delilah aroused. After everything that had happened already; the new latex, the plug, crawling in front of strangers, the sex club, Catherine, Delilah was ready to fuck.

And as Matthew strolled around the perimeter of the dais, remaining well off of it to prove he didn't even need to say a word, he smiles briefly at Delilah as he pulls his right hand out from behind his back and extends his index and middle finger. He quickly draws an upside-down capital "T", stroking his two fingers downward through the air then darting left and right before stopping in the center of the horizontal bar of the imaginary T he had drawn.

And Delilah knew what that gesture meant. They had been working on her non-verbal gestures. For just an occasion as this. She thought. But she only thought it briefly as her body was already in motion. Her fore paws slid outwards, drawing her torso down until her latex-covered breasts pressed against the carpet and her ass raised up. And, suddenly, her tail sprung into action as Matthew clicked the remote and sent it wagging.

"MMmmphhttth..." Delilah hated how this gag completely silenced her moans, took away her canine voice. But she loved how it restricted and controlled her even more. Even if she couldn't admit that to herself. But the mechanical wagging motor of the new butt plug tail was doing its work as the tail swayed side to side rapidly, as if it were a real tail on a real dog showing real excitement and enticing her real mate to-

"Whiskey, hit!"

Delilah barely had a moment to inhale as her heart skipped a beat when Matthew's voice faintly entered her ears, but loud enough for her to know that command. And Whiskey knew it better than anyone as his paws leapt up and caught Delilah's latex hips. His claws dug into the supple rubber and gripped back, scraping along the material until he found purchase and brought his knotted canine cock to bear. It bounced right off of her canine pussy and downwards, flopping against her rubber-coated thigh and, raising her head just enough with her elbows on the floor, she peered down beneath her to see that tapered tip aiming right at her from between her legs.

Ffffffffffuck...

Delilah's pussy throbbed underneath all of her latex at the sight of it, knowing she was about to take her mate's dick in front of an audience.

There's... fuck there's no going back now... you had your chances to stop this... you could have run, could have called for help, could have told someone.

His drooling penis was already secreting his lubricant, trying to get access to her pussy that dripped right back at him. The scent exuding from her replacement cunt was clearly driving him wild as she felt his body curl over hers and his claws dig into her back. They would definitely leave scratches. She didn't care.

Matthew did all of this to you... you were just trying to be nice... be helpful! You only wanted to dog-sit and now... She swallowed around the cock in her mouth. Now you're just a bitch.

"MMmmmmffmMMNNNNNHHH!"

A muffled howl is suddenly ripped out of Delilah as Whiskey's cock, which had been repeatedly thrusting and trying to find her pussy found it. Whiskey's familiar cock felt foreign to her in the rubber sleeve molded to her vaginal walls but that ferocity and eagerness that was so absolutely him drove her wild and replaced all her worries with one thought alone.

I'm his mate.

Delilah's body got into action. She brought her head back up and out from looking beneath her to look outwards. She found the cock in her mouth made bending her neck like that beyond painful for longer periods of time and as Whiskey's sudden and feral thrusting knocked the wind out of her chest she needed each gasp she could get. Short, stuttered breaths were sucked down the straw-sized opening in her cock gag and her head jolted forward and back as his thrusts hit their stride.

Fwump... fwump. Fwump. Fwump-fwump-thwap-thwap-Thwap-THWAP!

Wetness exuded from Whiskey's prick as his canine biology donated the lubrication needed to keep Delilah's rubber sleeve coated but she still felt his cock filling her and filling her well. His tip poked through the open end of the rubber sleeve and grazed against her depths. She shivered at the intrusion and pushed back into him, moaning into her gag as her elbows forced herself into her lover. Her back arched and brought her sleek, flat, glossy-black stomach down as she raised her hind quarters as an offering to Whiskey. And he responded in kind by digging his claws firmly into her hips and leaned over her. His body was about as large as hers and with his flexibility he easily brought himself up and bit at her neck, her ear, her anything. Delilah groaned in pleasure as his teeth caught one of her rubber ears and she prayed it was durable.

It's like he's just... trying to get more of me. He's... so hungry.

And as Delilah's pussy quivered from his rapid thrusting and the all-too-familiar bumping of his knot against her opening, she knew she was just as hungry as him. The world faded away around her as her only attention, the only thing she could focus on, was Whiskey. She felt his body pressing down onto her back and she knew what that meant. That he was about to quicken his pace. And by all that was good did he ever go faster.

"GGGGHHHPPPHHPTH!!!"

Delilah's entire body is pushed to the limit as Whiskey mind-numbingly thrusts faster. His hips a blur as the sound of his knot clapping against her rubber pussy barely has time to be heard before another clap echoes out. More and more of his lube and pre-semen was leaking out as his orgasm was obviously near and Delilah's body thrummed with anticipation. She needed it. Needed it in a primal way. A desperate way. After all the poking and prodding from Ophelia, after all the denial and delay by Matthew, after the pathetic display by Catherine...

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Whiskey please fuck me!

Delilah's thoughts turn one-track as she feels a sudden snap. A loud pop echoes through the room and her mind as Whiskey's knot stretches the rubber pussy wide and Delilah's eyes snap open. She wasn't even aware she had closed them. She saw Matthew's legs in front of her but didn't realize that's what they were. All that mattered to her was that Whiskey's knot had slid into place again, after days of denial. The last time he'd been allowed to knot her was when she had him in her bedroom back home.

And then a flood of semen entered her body. Heat spread all through her as Whiskey's knot locked him behind her rubber pussy and poured out his cum, filling her up until it wanted to spurt back out around the intruder. But the rubber sleeve, pussy, and his knot filling out her vagina meant every drop was held in. And held in painfully. She felt an uncomfortable swell as her abdomen had to stretch to accommodate his load. She sucked in choking breaths as her pussy spasmed in orgasm, clenching and unclenching and certainly added to the flooding of her vaginal canal until she couldn't add any more. And Whiskey kept adding. Spurt after burning hot spurt swelled inside of her as her head came down low. She turned to the side and tiredly panted, her vision a bit blurry as her mind was numb. All she could see was the rubber mask around her face, think was how awful this whole situation was, and feel was Whiskey seeding her like his own mate.

I never want this to end.