Mongrel
Inside the big mansion im finally brought before Suge. It's been months of training and waiting, and I can't help but feel eager. I've been groomed for this. Told about his whims, his specific wants, and I've practiced giving oral sex to nearly every member of his crew until his personal attache has finally said I'm ready, and my greatest hope is to be chosen to please the big man himself.
When I walked in, though my gaze was cast downward, I could still see that he was standing next to the bar across the room. Suge Knight was as imposing as I had imagined, bigger even. He stood there quietly, puffing on a cigar wearing a red silk shirt that I understood was a nod to his blood gang affiliation. I had been lead into the room by his assistant, who guided me in by tugging at my leash.
It wasn't until I was closer that I saw, Prowler, one of Suges prized dogs, sitting next to him. Prowler, a huge Rottweiler, was equally menacing and watching me closely. I feel his powerful stare. As I took him in, my My heart raced faster. My dream was to serve as one of Suge's personal tricks, but I had heard rumors from other girls that some had also been forced to please the dogs from Suge's kennel. The prospect of serving Prowler made me even more aroused and I may have even let out a soft whimper.
Suge took a deep drag of his cigar and slowly eyes me up and down, appraising, judging. He let the smoke out slowly into a big billow, which he blew my way. Finally, he looked at his his assistant, altogether ignoring me. "Shit. This fat ugly bitch ain't good enough for a pure bred like Prowler," he said. He took another puff and this time did look at me directly with the smirk of a bully. I had seen that look many times when I was bullied after school. "Give her to that mangy mongrel over there!," he said.
I knew, from talking to the gardener that mongrel was a dog one of Suge's friends had brought into the house a day or two ago. It was no secret that Suge was involved in dog fighting, and this dog was big, mean from the streets, and Suge's friend thought he might be good for something. "Lock her up in the alley, behind the dumpster where they found that mutt" were Suge's final words as he turned his back on me to pour himself a drink from the bar.
And just like that it was over. My months of training had been in vain and had ended in my utter humiliation, made worse by my disappointment of not even being good enough for Prowler.
It had been my secret fantasy to be treated as a dog's bride, but my head still bowed, I barely glanced over at the stray dog in the corner of the room who lay there not so quietly licking himself. He was filthy and smelled rank, an odor that must have come from his rolling around in garbage. He reminded me of the piss-covered homeless men I would sometimes pass along the streets. My nose curled in a slight disgust. Mongrel was a giant jumble of wiry grey hair and his large face was buried in his own crotch as he licked away oblivious to my presence.
"Let's go, bitch'" the assistant said, and moments later I was being lead, along with Mongrel, out of the house, across the expansive yard, and through a gate to the alley. My leash was then tied at floor level to one end of the dumpster, while mongrel was tied to the opposite corner. The dumpster itself was enclosed within a walled area separating it from the rest of the alley. A bowl of kibble was placed on the floor between us, and another of water. "That's the way it goes, bitch. Ill check on you later," said Suge's helper, as he patted my head and back, and locked the gate to the dumpster enclosure behind him.
And so what I thought was the end, was in reality a new beginning.
I sat there for a long time, stunned, cold, and afraid of Mongrel, as he seemed like he would not hesitate to kill me if I got out of line. He was a big lump of fur in the room, but standing there proudly, he was huge and terrifying. He must have been part wolf hound because he was larger than Prowler by a foot. My fears were heightened when, hungry, I went to eat some kibble, only to have Mongrel issue a deep warning growl. I had to show my subservience, I figured, and bowed low and whimpered as I approached the food again. He let me have some.
All day Mongrel seemed indifferent. But later, as it got colder, or perhaps it was just curiosity, he finally came over to get aquatinted. I tensed as he sniffed at my ass and poked around, as dogs do. But it was getting dark, and he lay beside me. To my surprise he soon fell fell asleep. He may have been wiry, dirty, and smelly, but his warm fur felt good against my bare body. Also, it might be Los Angeles, but the nights still got cold, especially to a naked trans woman in an alley. I nuzzled next to him, grateful for his warmth, and curled like a dog myself. I too soon dozed off thinking that no matter what I had gotten myself into, being curled up next to Mongrel felt, well, sweet and a little domestic...
The sun woke me in the morning. Cold on one side, I got up onto my hands as knees as Mongrel, sensing my motion, also came alive with a shake. This time, he licked my face and mouth, and once again moved to my ass to sniff at me. But this time, he lingered... I was still scared by his size, and my tenseness grew as he pushed his huge muzzle into the crack of my ass and smelled me deeply. But this time he also licked a little!
Oh my goodness, I thought as my fear started to mix with slight feelings of arousal. My rational mind though, afraid of him, told me that I must present myself as submissive as possible. One nip from his huge teeth and I'd be in terrible pain, so I parted my knees and dropped my chest forward to present myself to him, as docile and submissive as I could possibly be.
Suddenly and without warning Mongrel jumped on my back, grasping me around the waist with his huge forepaws.
He was so heavy, my knees parted further and I found myself gasping involuntarily. I felt his weight, all one hundred and eighty pounds or more of him, suddenly atop my back as he began to shake and thrust. He began to pant heavily, and his long tongue drooled strings of spit onto my ear. His awful smell filled my nostrils and his warm breath climbed up my neck and under my hair.
It all happened so fast, from that initial sniffing, to him grasping, then, inevitably, the tip of his pointy but large cock finding my asshole. In mere moments he was inside of me, fucking wildly. Then, rapidly, I could feel him swelling, bigger, bigger, and bigger still, until his knot was tearing into me.
It hurt. I had a lover try to fist me once, unsuccessfully, but Mongrel, he was succeeding. I could hardly believe I was actually getting knotted by a dog. Tied. And as fast as the fucking frenzy happened, it slowed to an almost standstill. Almost... Because I could still feel Mongrel continuing to pulse strongly inside of me even as he relaxed his grip around my waist.
An eternity went by. Ten minutes. Twenty? Mongrel kept pulsing inside of me. I felt an uncomfortably strong tug inside my butt as he stepped over me so that we were tied rear-to-rear. And I knew what each one of those pulses meant. They meant Mongrel was breeding me fully. I knew that eventually, he would slacken and slip out leaving me full of his puppies. Oh how I wished I could carry them.
The pulses meant I would be Mongrel's bitch from that moment on. And I relished in that thought. I suddenly became aware that I was feeling strong feelings of affection towards my new mate, that we were bonded and he was, in effect, my new husband. My doggy daddy. I had always been a bridesmaid, but now, my fantasies were being realized and I was becoming a bride. Mongrel's bride. I was becoming his wifey.
Getting dismissed by Suge was deeply disappointing, but it was turning out to have a silver lining after all.
To be continued...
When I walked in, though my gaze was cast downward, I could still see that he was standing next to the bar across the room. Suge Knight was as imposing as I had imagined, bigger even. He stood there quietly, puffing on a cigar wearing a red silk shirt that I understood was a nod to his blood gang affiliation. I had been lead into the room by his assistant, who guided me in by tugging at my leash.
It wasn't until I was closer that I saw, Prowler, one of Suges prized dogs, sitting next to him. Prowler, a huge Rottweiler, was equally menacing and watching me closely. I feel his powerful stare. As I took him in, my My heart raced faster. My dream was to serve as one of Suge's personal tricks, but I had heard rumors from other girls that some had also been forced to please the dogs from Suge's kennel. The prospect of serving Prowler made me even more aroused and I may have even let out a soft whimper.
Suge took a deep drag of his cigar and slowly eyes me up and down, appraising, judging. He let the smoke out slowly into a big billow, which he blew my way. Finally, he looked at his his assistant, altogether ignoring me. "Shit. This fat ugly bitch ain't good enough for a pure bred like Prowler," he said. He took another puff and this time did look at me directly with the smirk of a bully. I had seen that look many times when I was bullied after school. "Give her to that mangy mongrel over there!," he said.
I knew, from talking to the gardener that mongrel was a dog one of Suge's friends had brought into the house a day or two ago. It was no secret that Suge was involved in dog fighting, and this dog was big, mean from the streets, and Suge's friend thought he might be good for something. "Lock her up in the alley, behind the dumpster where they found that mutt" were Suge's final words as he turned his back on me to pour himself a drink from the bar.
And just like that it was over. My months of training had been in vain and had ended in my utter humiliation, made worse by my disappointment of not even being good enough for Prowler.
It had been my secret fantasy to be treated as a dog's bride, but my head still bowed, I barely glanced over at the stray dog in the corner of the room who lay there not so quietly licking himself. He was filthy and smelled rank, an odor that must have come from his rolling around in garbage. He reminded me of the piss-covered homeless men I would sometimes pass along the streets. My nose curled in a slight disgust. Mongrel was a giant jumble of wiry grey hair and his large face was buried in his own crotch as he licked away oblivious to my presence.
"Let's go, bitch'" the assistant said, and moments later I was being lead, along with Mongrel, out of the house, across the expansive yard, and through a gate to the alley. My leash was then tied at floor level to one end of the dumpster, while mongrel was tied to the opposite corner. The dumpster itself was enclosed within a walled area separating it from the rest of the alley. A bowl of kibble was placed on the floor between us, and another of water. "That's the way it goes, bitch. Ill check on you later," said Suge's helper, as he patted my head and back, and locked the gate to the dumpster enclosure behind him.
And so what I thought was the end, was in reality a new beginning.
I sat there for a long time, stunned, cold, and afraid of Mongrel, as he seemed like he would not hesitate to kill me if I got out of line. He was a big lump of fur in the room, but standing there proudly, he was huge and terrifying. He must have been part wolf hound because he was larger than Prowler by a foot. My fears were heightened when, hungry, I went to eat some kibble, only to have Mongrel issue a deep warning growl. I had to show my subservience, I figured, and bowed low and whimpered as I approached the food again. He let me have some.
All day Mongrel seemed indifferent. But later, as it got colder, or perhaps it was just curiosity, he finally came over to get aquatinted. I tensed as he sniffed at my ass and poked around, as dogs do. But it was getting dark, and he lay beside me. To my surprise he soon fell fell asleep. He may have been wiry, dirty, and smelly, but his warm fur felt good against my bare body. Also, it might be Los Angeles, but the nights still got cold, especially to a naked trans woman in an alley. I nuzzled next to him, grateful for his warmth, and curled like a dog myself. I too soon dozed off thinking that no matter what I had gotten myself into, being curled up next to Mongrel felt, well, sweet and a little domestic...
The sun woke me in the morning. Cold on one side, I got up onto my hands as knees as Mongrel, sensing my motion, also came alive with a shake. This time, he licked my face and mouth, and once again moved to my ass to sniff at me. But this time, he lingered... I was still scared by his size, and my tenseness grew as he pushed his huge muzzle into the crack of my ass and smelled me deeply. But this time he also licked a little!
Oh my goodness, I thought as my fear started to mix with slight feelings of arousal. My rational mind though, afraid of him, told me that I must present myself as submissive as possible. One nip from his huge teeth and I'd be in terrible pain, so I parted my knees and dropped my chest forward to present myself to him, as docile and submissive as I could possibly be.
Suddenly and without warning Mongrel jumped on my back, grasping me around the waist with his huge forepaws.
He was so heavy, my knees parted further and I found myself gasping involuntarily. I felt his weight, all one hundred and eighty pounds or more of him, suddenly atop my back as he began to shake and thrust. He began to pant heavily, and his long tongue drooled strings of spit onto my ear. His awful smell filled my nostrils and his warm breath climbed up my neck and under my hair.
It all happened so fast, from that initial sniffing, to him grasping, then, inevitably, the tip of his pointy but large cock finding my asshole. In mere moments he was inside of me, fucking wildly. Then, rapidly, I could feel him swelling, bigger, bigger, and bigger still, until his knot was tearing into me.
It hurt. I had a lover try to fist me once, unsuccessfully, but Mongrel, he was succeeding. I could hardly believe I was actually getting knotted by a dog. Tied. And as fast as the fucking frenzy happened, it slowed to an almost standstill. Almost... Because I could still feel Mongrel continuing to pulse strongly inside of me even as he relaxed his grip around my waist.
An eternity went by. Ten minutes. Twenty? Mongrel kept pulsing inside of me. I felt an uncomfortably strong tug inside my butt as he stepped over me so that we were tied rear-to-rear. And I knew what each one of those pulses meant. They meant Mongrel was breeding me fully. I knew that eventually, he would slacken and slip out leaving me full of his puppies. Oh how I wished I could carry them.
The pulses meant I would be Mongrel's bitch from that moment on. And I relished in that thought. I suddenly became aware that I was feeling strong feelings of affection towards my new mate, that we were bonded and he was, in effect, my new husband. My doggy daddy. I had always been a bridesmaid, but now, my fantasies were being realized and I was becoming a bride. Mongrel's bride. I was becoming his wifey.
Getting dismissed by Suge was deeply disappointing, but it was turning out to have a silver lining after all.
To be continued...
3 years ago
