Beastiality 04 – The Dinner Party

Naked, collared and down on all fours, she was led crawling into the brightly lit room.

Her owner brought her forward as her eyes blinked, trying to adjust to the change in illumination from the dark hallway. Her short, bobbed hair did not obscure her face or her body. Her ample breasts swayed from side to side as she shuffled along. Not wanting to blunder, she quickly scanned the parquet floor, looking for obstacles.

With her peripheral vision, she noticed people – lots of people – around the edges of the room.

The women were dressed in sumptuous gowns; the men were impeccably attired. Everyone seemed to be sipping drinks, sampling hors d’oeuvres, engaged in light conversation. From the sounds they were making, they were having a wonderful evening. She felt so strange amongst them, naked, crawling like an animal. She felt her face heat with embarrassment.

Then she heard a familiar voice! And another! She risked a look, and her face paled and then flamed anew. She recognized some of the viewers, and they in turn recognized her! Their expressions conveyed confusion at first. These acquaintances had only formerly seen her as the well respected businesswoman, dressed in her corporate, dignified manner. Trying to reconcile that image with this naked, humbled being before them made them break out into furious whispers. But gradually, they came to the only conclusion possible. Their eyes verified that this blushing nude woman was indeed the same person. She wished she could magically sink through the floor to escape their censuring eyes.

Without a word to her, her owner pulled her near the center of the room. The very center was occupied by a circular dais, raised slightly above the floor surface, with a strange contraption on it. She broke off her glance at the device as her head swiveled toward another door that was opening.

Through this door emerged a line of dogs with their handlers. The dogs were magnificent specimens of the larger breeds. She recognized German Shepherds, Dobermans, Boxers, Rottweilers, perhaps a Husky, and what might have been a Great Dane. They all appeared to be purebred specimens.

Their handlers began to parade the dogs in a circular path surrounding the central dais. Obviously this was some sort of the dog show, as the onlookers made various appreciative comments about the dogs as they passed by.

To her horror her owner pulled her forward to have her join the parade of dogs. Lacking the grace of these wonderful animals, she crawled awkwardly around the central area. As she was led by the onlookers she heard nothing but laughter and ribald comments directed toward her. Her face and neck flushed deeply with shame at being treated like an animal amongst these animals. She wished there was some dark corner of the room in which she could hide, but the room was well lit. The lights were even slightly brighter over the central dais.

After several awkward shuffling laps around the rim of the dais, her owner pulled her out of the group of dogs and up onto its very center.

Now she had a closer look at the device positioned there.

It was a low sloped bench, covered with a thin layer of padding. The higher end reached up perhaps a foot off the floor. The lower end was almost flush with the floor, with a vertical plank crossing it like the upper part of a letter T. this vertical plank had three holes in it – a large central one flanked by two smaller ones.

As her owner brought her over to the bench she could see that the vertical plank was split along its length and hinged. Pulling her up against the higher end of the bench, her owner forced her thighs against the upright there, and her pelvis on top of the peak. Pushed forward and down, she was forced to drape her body down the incline of this bench. Her owner grasped the top of the plank, opening it, and positioned her neck in the central hole, and each of her wrists in the side holes. The top of the plank was lowered, closing the openings and holding her firmly in place. She heard the rasp of a hasp and the click of a lock, securing the two halves of the plank together.

She could not help herself. Animalistic instincts took over. She struggled, pulling at her wrists and trying to lift her neck. The plank did not budge. All she succeeded doing was to attract attention to herself, and more comments from the onlookers.

Look at how that bitch is acting up.”

Not very well-trained, is she?”

You’d better restrain her.”

Her owner acted. She felt a rope cross over her low back. The rope was cinched tightly under the bench, holding her torso down. Other ropes crossed the back of her thighs, low down by her knees, and were secured in some manner to keep her thighs apart from each other. She groaned as she realized that now both her pussy and her asshole were fully exposed – on display for anyone behind her.

Defeated, she slumped her shoulders down onto the bench surface, making her breasts bulge out obscenely to either side. The size of the neck hole gave her head enough freedom to look up and to either side. The parade of dogs and handlers continued around the central dais. Ironically, the handlers occasionally spoke to their dogs, but no one spoke to her, not even her owner. She was regarded with less status than these beasts.

The dogs seemed to be walking more proudly now, heads up, tails erect – practically prancing. This change in their behavior drew her attention, and she looked more closely at each dog as it passed. This was when she became aware that all of the dogs on display were males. Amazingly enlarged testicles jostled between their hind legs as they strutted. Long furry sheathes jutted forward from the testicles.

Here and there, her eyes caught a glimpse of scarlet at the very tip of a furry sheath. She swallowed hard with recognition. The dogs were getting so excited that their penises were emerging. This in turn drew fresh comments from the onlookers.

The was a chuckle, and a woman’s voice announced, “The Boxer keeps turning his head toward the bitch’s crotch as he passes it. See?”

The dark Shepherd must have caught her scent. Look at his cock.”

Yes. And what about the Great Dane? He’s already dripping!”

She cringed in her restraints, aware that the scent that they were referring to had to be her own. She herself could not smell anything. But the highly sensitive canine noses all around her would have little difficulty picking up the odors wafting from her exposed pussy. In fact, her labia were involuntarily engorging themselves. She could feel them heating, getting sensitive. As her petals swelled and parted, she fancied she could feel the cooler air of the room entering the opening between them. She tried once again to close her thighs together, but was unable to do anything more than make them quiver.

The time for the judging finally arrived.

One by one the dogs were brought to a halt in front of her face, where a judge examined them. He ran his hands over the dog’s muzzle, as he commented about the brightness of his eyes, the shape of his ears. His hands ran down each of the dog’s forelegs, then back along his spine, and down his hind legs, checking his skeletal contours. He lifted the dog’s tail, examining it, along with the dog’s anus and testicles. Here his commentary grew more sexual, as the judge made comments about the prodigious loads of semen apparently present in these testicles. As a final part of his examination, the judge reached under the dog and grasped its cock sheath, smoothly drawing it backward to expose the full length of his penis all the way back to the swollen knob at its base. This action always drew excited murmurs from the crowd. And this lewd display was always performed directly in front of her face, as if to force her to have a good view of each and every cock.

She could not help but stare. The musky odors insinuating themselves into her nostrils intensified as each was revealed. Often the penis stayed clear of its sheath, even after the judge let go of the fur. By now, her nudity and vulnerable position made it all to clear to her what her role was in these proceedings. Perversely, her body began reacting with a heightened state of arousal. Her sense of humiliation grew as she felt a tiny trickle escape from her obviously gaping cunt, and ooze slowly down her thigh. If she had any hopes that no one would notice, they were soon dashed. A deep male voice from somewhere behind her announced, “The bitch must be going into her heat. Her nether lips are drooling.” This started a chorus of raucous laughter.

The top three finalists were announced: a Doberman, one of the Golden Shepherds, and the Great Dane. The other handlers were good sports about losing. They shook hands with the three handlers of these dogs, congratulating them. They then marched their dogs back out the same door they had originally entered, to the appreciative applause of the spectators.

The three remaining dogs were led several times around the edge of the dais, giving the elegant men and women a final viewing of each. It became apparent that the winning dog would be chosen by popular acclaim, when the judge called out, “A show of hands, please, for the Doberman.” He counted silently.

And for the Shepherd?” Again, he counted.

Finally, votes for the Great Dane?”

With the tally complete, he announced, “You have chosen the Doberman. A truly marvelous specimen.”

There was another round of applause. The judge waited until the room quieted again.

Turning to the handler, he presented him with a large blue ribbon. “Here is your prize, sir. And now your dog may claim his prize.”

With a beaming smile, the winning handler led the Doberman behind her. Even though she had guessed what her fate was, she still gasped in shock as the hot wet tongue of the dog began slurping along her cunt. The long tongue lapped all the way from her clit up to her ass hole. She fancied that she could feel his teeth almost nipping at her labia in his eagerness. Her widened eyes were staring into the faces of the watchers directly ahead of her. Those faces began to drift sideways, confusing her for a moment. The dais was starting a slow rotation!

As the dog continued lapping at her cunt, drilling his tongue deeper and deeper between her vaginal lips, the entire room was being presented with views of this action from every angle. The eyes of the onlookers were riveted to her face as she faced each in turn. She imagined that their eyes were just as riveted to her clearly displayed torso and cunt as those also passed by their gazes. Her loud choruses of gasps and moans were very audible in the currently hushed room. The slight movements of her upper torso as she tried to move her crotch away from the dog’s muzzle only served to make her rub her breasts against the bench padding. Her nipples reacted, growing firmer, and being bent side to side by her squirms.

Her face flamed with embarrassment and shame, both at being on display like this before all these people, and also at the fact that her body was now being flooded with erotic sensations. The dog’s long tongue was skewering deeply into her cunt now, and she could feel her juices flowing strongly now, feeding him. In his eagerness, his cool snout kept nudging against her hot clit, each nudging driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. She tried to hold back – not wanting to lose control and cum in front of all these staring strangers and her former acquaintances. But these attempts to hold back only built the wave of excitement higher than normal. When her body could not longer contain it, her orgasm erupted from her, causing her to scream aloud, pulling at the restraints at her neck, wrists and thighs. The audience she faced at that moment was treated to the rare sight of a female completely overcome by lust. Lust created in reaction to canine cunnilingus!

Moments later, she was still moaning and shaking as she felt animal paws scramble briefly on her back. With a low growl rumbling in his throat, proclaiming his dominance over his new bitch, the Doberman mounted her. His slick, swollen, scarlet colored cock clearly showed its surface blood vessels as it pulsed with life, fully unsheathed. With several quick errant jabs against her upper thighs, he finally found his target. His cock speared into her now receptive tunnel with a sudden thrust. She shrieked with a mixture of joy and pain as he began hammering into her.

After fucking her briefly, he slid off. There were slight sounds of disappointment from some of the onlookers, perhaps fearing the show had reached a premature ending. But once again the Doberman mounted her. This time his cock found her cunt more quickly, and he began humping her in earnest. The audience broke into spontaneous applause at this, heightening her sense of being on display for them. The dais was still turning slowly in the lights, presenting an ever changing view to the crowd. All in the room could see the scarlet rod flashing in and out of her pussy, with its obscenely swollen base slapping rapidly against her parted labia.

His canine torso stretched out along her back and rump, pinning her with his weight. She felt the beast drooling on her neck and hair. The sensations raging inside her cunt competed with the sound and feel of his hot breath as he panted near her ear. She was unable to move to move her hips, but she began to wonder what she do if they could move? Try to escape? Being brutally honest with herself, she realized that she would not… she would be pressing backward, impaling herself on that marvelous cock now. The eroticism of the moment was overcoming her reticence and embarrassment. Surprising herself, she began whispering words of encouragement to her canine lover. Many people could see her lips moving, but only a few people in the front row could make out some of her words.

I do believe the bitch is now begging the male to fuck her,” one person relayed to the people behind him, to the merriment of his listeners. Her embarrassment flared up anew at their raunchy comments about this. She momentarily visualized the scenario this crowd was witnessing – the dark beast atop her; his lewd humping of her restrained form; the carnal piston of his cock flashing in and out of her oozing cunt; the sounds produced vocally and physically by their joining. She visualized it, and then finally fully submitted, giving herself over to sensuality.

She noticed his humping was speeding up and impact of his strokes was increasing. She realized that he was getting close to cumming. Instinctively, she willed her cunt to open to receive his gift. That may have been a mistake. She felt the knot at the base of his cock now pressing at her vaginal opening – stretching it. Screeching, she felt him succeed in pushing the obscenely swollen knob fully inside her vaginal ring, knotting her, sealing her cunt. Soon the Doberman made a strange guttural noise as his cock started jetting his hot cum inside her. Her womb was flooded with dog semen. She howled as she felt it fill her, the knot preventing much seepage. To her dismay, her cunt muscles actually cooperated, sucking and milking at his cock, striving to greedily suck every drop of cum from it. She thrashed in the throes of her own orgasm as her internal muscles rippled and churned, accepting the hot, sticky tide of his seed.

He has bred his bitch,” his handler announced proudly, while she still shook and quivered, obviously cumming once again herself, due to this intense canine fucking.

The room exploded with applause, blended with with small outbursts of laughter. The show was a huge success. The dais stopped revolving.

The Doberman dismounted, twisting his body around, and now stood with his ass pressed against hers, their sexes still locked in a carnal embrace. As he tried to walk away, both he and she whimpered at the pain produced by this attempt. He stopped and stood still, panting hard. The knot stayed firmly wedged in her cunt.

They will be stuck together for some time now,” explained the handler. He patted his dog fondly, saying, “Good boy. You were such a good boy. Did you enjoy that reward? You looked like you enjoyed it a lot. You relax now, boy. You will be free of that bitch soon.”

Not a word was said to her. She was just a dog fuck toy.

With impeccable timing, a liveried servant entered, and struck a hand gong. “Dinner is served,” he announced.

The glittering ensemble rose and filed into the dining room, leaving the winning dog knotted to his bitch. As her sexual frenzy gradually dissipated, she became doubly mortified that she had been used in this manner, and had so obviously completely lost control of herself. In a way, she was gratified that they had left her alone with the dog; that no one was present to continue observing her like this.

After perhaps 15 minutes, the Doberman, sensing his cock was finally deflating, scrambled his paws on the floor of the dais, pulling. With a loud squelch, his cock finally dislodged from her, releasing a cascade of dog cum down her thighs from her now gaping pussy. The Doberman retreated to a corner of the room, where he settled, happily licking his cock clean. As the semen seeped from her cunt, she now became aware of the smell of the dog cum that coated her intimate areas. Some of it even oozed past her clit and insinuated itself between her tummy and the sloped bench padding, slowly trickling toward her navel and ultimately to the base of her tits. There was no way she could stop its slow progression under her.

Still trapped on the bench, slumped and spent, she was startled by the sound of a door opening. Turning her head, she saw that some of the staff – those not occupied with serving this dinner – were entering the room. They were leading the other two dogs that had reached second and third place in the dog show. In trotted the Shepherd and the Great Dane. She watched helplessly as there was a brief discussion. The servants settled down to watch as one of them lead the Great Dane to her first. As he plowed his massive cock with unerring accuracy into her defenseless cunt, she cried out with a sound half groan, half scream. Her vagina had never before been stretched so prodigiously! As he began humping her quickly, building up to his own dump of seed into this receptive bitch, her own body began to respond again. Tired as she was, she was unable to prevent her climb toward another mind blowing orgasm.

And one of the staff held the Shepherd by his leash near her head. Sitting patiently on his haunches, his thighs parted enough to display his still engorged testicles. His bright eyes watching the Great Dane ravish this pretty little bitch, panting eagerly, the Shepherd watched, tail thumping.

Not so high and mighty now, are you?” one of the servants asked.

You loved coming here to these dinners, dressed in your finery, treating us like dirt,” another reminded her.

All the men admiring your youthful, trim figure, wishing they could have you, only to be snubbed. We saw it all. You think they want you now?” a voice chortled.

As if the plowing of her cunt in front of these servants, along with this verbal abuse, was not humbling enough, one of them grabbed her hair painfully, making her open her mouth involuntarily. “Keep that filthy mouth of yours open, if you know what’s good for you, bitch,” he hissed.

The woman holding the Shepherd urged him forward, unsheathing his dripping cock. With practiced ease she shoved it into her mouth, making her gag. Rough hands seized her tits painfully as everyone present chorused, “Suck it, you filthy bitch! Get him ready for his turn!”

She sucked, tasting dog precum for the first time, but probably not the last.

(author’s note: Inspired by my good friend R.O. – you know who you are)

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