The air is thick with sweat, every thrust buried to the hilt. My tight ring milks his shaft with every inch of travel. We meet in the middle and each collision steals my breath.

“Fuck harder god, fuck, take me!”

A strong hand reaches for my hanging tit, pinching the nipple and pulling it tight. My screams drown out every other noise. No music reaches my ears. Cars drive past the window, the nightlife going about its business. Nothing matters except this hard cock punishing my dirty hole.

Until the door flies open and my red-faced husband stands where it used to be.

I barely register him pulling out before I’m face-down on the bed, holding my throbbing hole.

“You asshole!” I scream at the back of his head as he pushes past Mark.

“I’m sor–”

“Shut up.”

I start to sit up.

“Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

I stay still. I don’t even move my hands from my throbbing hole.

“Just take me. Do anything you want. Make me pay. Please... just don’t leave me.”

He takes off his belt and holds it in his hand. My chest gets tight looking at the thick leather. My palm starts to get wet resting on my lips.

“No does not leave your lips. Stop will not be acknowledged, and you will earn the right to be my wife again.”

His words aren’t his. This isn’t my husband. This man is... different. I stare into his blue eyes, a little darker than this morning, and I nod.

“Speak, bitch!”

My eyes go wide at his tone. Then I look down at the bed for a moment. The belt cracks across my ass. I let out a yelp.

“If you’re going to act like an animal, you’ll be treated like an animal!”

Another crack comes down, punctuating his words.

My body is hot and juices are actively dripping down my wrists.

“Yes! Anything, I promise!”

Another crack.

“Thank you.” My voice shakes and a tear runs down my nose.

“Move your hands and spread your cheeks.”

Slowly my hands run down my pussy. I wipe away the evidence of my arousal. Then with slimy hands I grip my sweaty ass. The strikes from the belt feel hot in my hands.

“Good.”

I close my eyes, nervous, as his finger traces my throbbing ring. I feel it clench at the first touch.

His hand moves away, then I feel the bite of leather against my lips. The wet slap echoes off the walls. My tiny lustful yelp tears through my throat.

“You’re wet. Is this a game to you? Or are you really just a filthy fucking animal?”

My face gets hot.

“I’m... I’m a... a filthy animal.” The words burn in my chest, hot in my throat.

“I’m your filthy fucking animal!”

This time full-throated, I feel my pussy tingle and the empty feeling in my ass throbs.

“Please fuck me!”

Another crack lands on my cunt.

“Fuck! Again, please!”

It does not come.

Two fingers plunge deep into my slimy hole. The initial clench gives me a satisfying stretch on his fingers. Instead of a thrust I feel them circling the tunnel.

“Push them out, bitch.”

“Ye–”

“No more fucking speaking. Animals don’t speak.”

Confused, I pause for a moment. A third finger is now painfully shoved into the stretched hole.

“Ahh, woof.”

Now slowly he starts circling my tunnel while I try to push out his fingers. I feel them resisting my tunnel as my bladder releases. I consciously decide to go all out and push with all my might, releasing a throaty howl.

He laces his dry fingers in my hair and pulls me up.

“Open!”

Doing as commanded. The slimy fingers rub my tongue. The thick mucus coats my tongue as his fingers thrust down my well-trained throat. I stick my tongue out past my lips and let him fuck my mouth with the sweet taste of my ass.

My fingers go to my cunt and start to rub my clit furiously while my eyes clench shut. My hair is ripped back hard and my neck is stretched tight. The fingers are ripped from my tongue and wrap around my throat.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m sor–”

“You stupid disobedient slut.”

He starts slapping my face three times hard. My face burns with each strike, matching the heat I feel pressing against the bed. He lets go of me and turns around.

My eyes go wild. I hop off the bed and crawl to him.

“Woof, woof, wooooof, ” I whine, with tears running down my face.

He looks down at me with hard eyes and no sympathy. Removing his cock, he closes the distance on me. I sit up and open my mouth.

“Close.”

The command is simple and cold. Quickly he starts stroking himself fast but controlled. His eyes remain cold, almost no pleasure in them, until I see his rod twitch. A slight glow ignites in the blue rings as the salty thick ropes fall on my face.

“Woof woof.” I yelp out with a smile.

“Lay.”

He points beside the bed. I look at the floor. A ball forms in my chest as my head sinks a little. I crawl and curl into a ball. The cum runs down my face and mixes with the silent tears.

“You do not move, you don’t get up, you don’t touch yourself, and if you make a mess you lay in it until the morning.”

“Woof.”

This one is sad and pathetic. A low whine. I hear the bed squeak above me as my spent former husband quickly falls asleep. My mind fills with questions about why, and was it worth it, do I stay, do I rebuild? What comes next? My wet eyes close as I try to drift to sleep. The heat never dissipates and my thighs still grow slick as I try to sleep.

By the time I realize I was asleep, the cum has dried, one eyelid is stuck closed, and I struggle against the panic. Slowly I breathe and wipe the crust away from the skin and sit up for just a moment. I feel the carpet squish beneath me as the cold liquid touches new skin. My mouth twists, eyes clench, and my cheeks burn all at once. Trying not to break down again, I peek over the bed and see it’s empty. I look around the room and see. Dread fills my chest when I see the living-room camera now pointing directly at me.

“Lay, good dog.”

I hear the voice come from the little glowing eye, and my body racks as I lay back down. My stomach cramps needing to relieve myself. My hands go to my stomach and I finally break into a sob. Looking at the time, I see it’s late afternoon.

Within an hour I hear what I should have last night. The front door opens. I hear bags rustling and a metal clanking sound.

“Come here, puppy!”

“Hold on! I don’t do dog–”

The woman pauses when she sees me crawling through the doorway. We make eye contact as the pathetic expression on my face meets her shock.

“I don’t know what the fuck you guys are into, but this is double.”

The trashy woman shakes her head as she rolls her shoulders. I look at all of the stuff in my husband’s hands. My eyes focus on the large crate that was dragged into the house.

He takes the bags into the kitchen and puts some food on the counter before turning his attention to a bag of puppy pads. He points at the woman and tells her to sit. Then he puts a training pad in front of her chair. Pointing at the pad he tells me to go.

My face burns hot while my stomach cramps from having to go so badly.

“Mmmmrrr....”

He looks at me for a moment then shrugs. A small smile comes to my burning face. Slowly I crawl to the pad and squat facing him.

“You know better.”

He stands with the package of steaks in his hand.

“Arhf.”

I turn around and look at the woman’s shoes as I start to let go of what I’m holding.

“Eye contact!”

Without even looking the command comes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

I look at her and quickly stick my tongue out and pant with a smile, trying to keep whatever this is from turning nasty. I’m the disgusting animal here.

With a disgusted look on her face she stares into my eyes.

“What the fuck am I doing with my life.”

Great, even a fucking hooker is disgusted by me. With a knot in my chest I begin to push. My face twists as the gush of liquid stains the mat yellow. I stare into her eyes while she is disgusted by my feral display.

Grabbing my thighs hard I keep pushing hard. Then with several large solid plops my cramping dissipates and my face burns. The woman scrunches her nose and twists her face looking at me as... the animal I am.

“Woof woof.”

“Good girl. Come here.”

I leave the mat and crawl to his leg. He pats my head and ruffles my hair. My cheeks hurt before I even realize I’m smiling.

“Beg her to clean it up.”

“You people are fucking sick.”

I crawl over to the woman. Placing my dirty ass on the floor, I sit at her feet.

“Ruff ruff.”

“You want me to clean up your mess?”

My face gets hot, but so does my pussy. I shake my head up and down.

“Ruff ruff.”

“Jesus Christ.”

She walks over and has to fight gagging as she folds up the pad. I watch her with a heavy breath. I stick my tongue out of my mouth and start to pant.

“Food’s done.”

My husband brings two plates over to the table and I look at my normal seat. He pulls out the chair. I put my hands on the seat, testing the waters.

“Down!”

I look up at him, a little sadness in my eyes. The prostitute comes over and awkwardly sits in my seat. Then he points to the corner of the kitchen.

“Over there. That bowl better be clean when you’re done.”

My heart feels heavy as I crawl over like a wounded animal and fear what I’m going to find in this fucking bowl. My stomach rumbles from hunger as I approach the steaming food. I am relieved to see that it’s just diced ribeye.

“Woof woof.”

I place my face into the bowl and start eating the tiny chunks.

The food is delicious, but I feel eyes burning into my throbbing cunt and ass in the air. Without looking I begin to wag my ass back and forth.

By the time I’m done licking my bowl clean I hear him instruct the woman to go get in the bed. I feel like I’m going to be sick as my salty tears mix with the steak juices in the bowl. He walks over to me and squats down.

My intrusive thoughts take over and I charge him, knocking him on his ass, and start to lick his face. His beard is rough against my tongue, and for a brief second a faint smile breaks on his face.

“Down, girl.”

I sit back on my heels with my hands on the ground in front of me and tilt my head.

“Ruff ruff.”

“Now you listen to me. Since you want to be a wild animal, you are no longer allowed to have human cock.”

My eyes go wide as I parse his words.

“Now just because you want to be a bitch slut doesn’t mean I should suffer, right?”

My face scrunches as my eyes start to burn. I shake my head back and forth.

“Mmmmr.”

“Good girl. Now I’m going to go in there and I’m going to fuck that hooker in my wife’s old spot. You’re going to sit on the floor and you’re going to rub that filthy dog cunt until I’m done.”

I nod as he stops talking.

“You do not get to cum until you get a cock inside you again. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I look at him with a stupid face. The words don’t make sense to me.

“The next time you are allowed to cum is the next time you have a cock inside you.”

I nod my head, still not really sure what he’s getting at. He stands and I walk behind him.

Stopping at one of the bags, he grabs a collar. It’s pink with spikes on the inside. He puts it around my neck and tightens it until it’s just barely uncomfortable.

“Ruff ruff.”

He pats my head and I shake my head and pant with my tongue hanging.

I follow him to the bedroom and I see the woman lying in my spot with her legs spread. One hand massaging her clit and the other hand pulling at her nipples. My face turns red and my teeth grind.

“Grrrr.”

Taking his belt off, a crack against my ass follows my growl.

“Yip.”

I sit back on my heels and stare at the scene.

“Did he use a condom?”

Immediately my face gets hot and my eyes seal shut.

“Did he use a condom!?”

Slowly I shake my head back and forth. My face gets wet thinking about what started all of this.

“Well, you heard her. No condom.”

“Come here, baby.”

She embraces him and runs her hands up his face and down his back. He looks visibly uncomfortable, but he doesn’t stop it. Then without a word he grabs the woman by the throat and sinks his cock deep into her.

Fueled by anger and rage, I begin to rapidly rub my throbbing clit. I watch him lace his hands behind the woman’s neck as he delivers powerful thrusts to her. Each moan from the woman is like a knife in the gut, but each moan from him... it’s hot. I want it... I want him in me... I want him back.

Firming my resolve, I manage my pleasure carefully. I continue to edge myself the entire time, playing to the spirit of his rules, making the punishment as miserable as possible, more than I deserve. Each thrust into the woman, in my spot, in my bed, laying in my stains, almost pushes me over. Holding it together, I watch his rhythm change. Delivering three brutal thrusts into her. I bite my lip and seal my eyes.

“Awoooooo!”

I howl as I see him lower his face to hers and share a passionate kiss before he pulls out of her. I start twitching as I struggle to pull my hands free from my cunt. I start grinding myself against the carpet.

“Ruff ruff.”

I pant with my tongue out.

“Shut up, stupid dog. Lay down.”

He walks her to the bedroom door and hands her a wad of cash and her clothes.

“Alright, if you’ll excuse us. She has a date tonight.”

The words twist my stomach as I face away from him, in a ball. My pussy is on fire, hot and wanting anything.

“You guys are fucking weird. But I had fun. Call me back any time.”

I heard her walk away.

“Do you want to cum?”

Looking at him above me, I shake my head up and down. I get on my hands and knees, wagging my ass as quickly as I can.

“Ruff ruff.”

I bark out as excited as I can.

He pulls out his phone and gets behind me. My face turns bright red seeing the flash. I bury my face into the carpet for a moment and sink my hips down.

“Hey, did you get the picture?”

My face scrunches and warmth passes over my entire body, except for the chill that runs up my spine.

“Yeah, I think she can handle the Dane. It won’t be pretty, but I think she’ll be fine.”

Shaking now, I don’t know what I want.

“Okay, see you in twenty minutes.”

“Arf arf.”

A pathetic little yelp comes from my mouth.

“Speak.”

“Arf.”

His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose.

“You won’t be punished. You have ten minutes.”

“You’re sure?”

The words felt strange coming out of my throat. I haven’t said any actual syllables all day.

“Yes.”

Letting out an annoyed sigh.

“You’re making me fuck a dog?”

I sit up and look at his face.

“Do you want to fuck the dog?”

That question did something to me. Something disgusting. The word sat on my tongue dirty and depraved, like another language.

“Do you want to see me fuck a dog?”

He stares at me for a long moment. He won’t respond.

“Yes.”

The word came out forced and came with a knot in my gut.

“Yes what?”

His face twists into a disgusted snarl—one that I deserve, one that makes the wet spot on the carpet grow even wider. My pussy lips tingle and my asshole clenches. I close my eyes to try and calm myself.

“I want to fuck the... dog.”

My fingers run up my thigh but, remembering last night, I stop myself shy of my cunt.

“You won’t be using that hole.”

His face is hard and his eyes cold.

Looking at him with a mix of heat and fear,

“I don’t know if... can I... will you stretch it?”

He looks at me a long moment and then sighs. The tension leaves his body. Almost looking like he wants to call the whole thing off. He shakes his head again, then goes to our collection.

“You’re done speaking. Woof for more, arf for too much. No cumming! You think you can take a fist in ten minutes?”

I turn my head to him. With a smile I nod quickly and lay on my back with my legs to my chest.

“Woof woof!”

I call out excited, I don’t know what for, but now my entire body is on fire. Spreading the thick gel all over his hand he sits down in front of me. This time his eyes are not cold; they look like he wants to tear me apart, like he wants to bury his arm into my guts.

“Please fucking do it! God, just shove it in! Make me pay! I came on his cock!”

His teeth grind together as he stares at me red-faced.

“No... talking!”

He punctuated the word with a brutal shove. My head goes back as he buries his fingers past his first knuckles. Twisting his fingers I start to push and pant.

“Woof woof! Woof woof!”

I call out. Thrusting back and forth, my hole is relaxing, stretching around his hand.

My breathing is heavy. My biggest challenge is holding in my orgasm. I dig my nails into my thighs and pull myself up to press my elbows into the backs of my knees. I look into his eyes and with an angry voice,

“Woof woof!”

He smirks as he pushes deep into my ass. I feel his knuckles trying to push past. He starts to twist them around and pours more lube on my hole.

“Awhooooo.”

I howl and use my hands to spread my cheeks out and allow my hole to finally swallow his wrist.

“Jesus Christ, you are a fucking animal. Are you excited to finally be mated by your own kind?”

My mouth falls open and my eyes clench shut as he starts thrusting wildly in my hole, getting into his own rhythm.

“Ruff ruff.”

I belt out, excited, then I hear a knock at the door. My head goes back and I have to hold myself back from a bone-shattering orgasm.

“I’m going to pull this out. Do not cum!”

Slowly he starts to ease his hand out, trying to help me follow the rules. Instead of being able to push, I just let him pull to save myself from being punished. I want to cum on the dog’s cock. I want to make him proud of me. I want this all!

I let out a huge moan when the slimy hand is finally free from my hole. Trying so hard to keep my twitching body from releasing its filthy bliss all over my former husband.

“Alright, let’s go get your new boyfriend. Come, bitch.”

Shaking, I roll over and start awkwardly crawling. My lips rubbing together is almost enough to set me off.

“Are you ready to be a filthy dog slut?”

“Ruff ruff.”

I bark out in pure disgusting excitement. I have no idea what is going on with me, but a switch has flipped that I don’t know if it can be unflipped. A second knock hits the door followed by a very loud aggressive bark. The sound brings reality crashing down around me.

I look up at my... master and I twist my face a bit.

“It’s fine. I’m not going to let you actually get hurt.”

I give him a smile and rub my head on his leg.

“You’re still a filthy little bitch that needs punishment.”

Under everything, that is what this is, punishment. Earning back my husband, but am I still his wife?

We make it to the door and immediately I’m met by a huge monster of a dog. He has his tongue out, sitting about three heads taller than me while I sit down. His droopy face looks happy as he lets out another bark. Looking at the man holding his leash, he’s a large muscular man. Short black clean-cut hair and a large dark beard, as clean as a long beard can be. He’s dressed in a very tight black shirt and stained blue jeans.

“Is this the bitch? Does she have a name?”

His voice is as low as his dog’s bark. It makes my pussy tingle, thinking and wanting all three cocks inside me right fucking now.

“No, she doesn’t. She’s nothing and no one right now.”

The words actually hurt me. Hurt me in a way that makes me know this is all I am. All I’m good for. A pathetic, unnamed, useless mutt. Ready to be bred by this massive beast. I pant looking at him, glancing at his sheath, excited to see what it looks like exposed.

“Ruff ruff!”

I let out an excited cry and start turning in circles.

“Well, yours seems like she’s getting restless and mine is always eager to fuck a new bitch. Are we good?”

Wordlessly Mark turns and walks to the bedroom. Feeling bold I present my ass for the dog in the doorway, letting him sniff me. When his tongue hits my pussy I bear down and grit my teeth hard, trying to keep myself from cumming. Quickly I crawl away from my new partner and follow my master to the room. Meeting in the bedroom, I lay on my back working on getting into my previous position.

“No. You are going to do this right. He’s your date. You can’t skip the foreplay.”

Mark says it with his cold eyes while he starts setting up a tripod.

“Just hold on.”

They finish setting up a very professional-looking setup, lights, cameras, everything. The room starts getting hot quickly. Then the man grabs a bottle.

“You want me to rub her down?”

“Go ahead.”

The man puts on gloves and pours the liquid all over his hands. The smell of the piss makes my stomach churn at first. He starts rubbing it all over my body. His slippery hands pay special attention to my tits before going lower.

“Doggy bitch.”

I do as commanded.

“You sure she can take it?”

I heard nothing from Mark before I heard,

“Okay.”

Several slick fingers plunge into my ass. My mouth falls open and I bury my face in the floor.

“Woof woof woof!”

He pours more piss on his hand as he buries it into me. He doesn’t quite get his fist in me, but I’m gaping now and so fucking ready.

“Alright, she’s done. Brutus, play time.”

Like the man just called him for dinner he rushes over and tries to mount me. Knowing the rules, I turn around and see the tiny red point starting to show. My eyes narrow and I lick my lips.

Using my hand I start to rub his fuzzy sheath and watch while the pink tip starts to grow. Feeling slimy in my hand I stroke him slowly, almost mesmerized by his beautiful pink cock. Curious, I move my mouth down to taste it.

Getting my lips around his tip, my tongue is met with a filthy taste that makes me feel like the disgusting slut I am. I start bobbing my head on his cock and he starts to hump my face.

“If you play with him too much, the knot will be worse to get in.”

The owner’s words don’t make sense until I feel him start to swell. Pulling back, I look at Mark who gives me a nod.

Sliding out from under the beast, he tries to pin me down. His socks keep him from scratching me, but his weight is enough to make me struggle. I’m barely able to get to my back before he’s humping wildly. His cock smashes against my clit. Tears are streaming down my face as I try to restrain my orgasm.

Finally twisting myself into position with my elbows on my knees, I’m able to move his cock. With a hard thrust he buries himself into my pussy. His tip punching against the end of my hole.

“Fuck!”

I scream and push him out. Before another thrust comes I raise my hips lightly and take the full-force thrust into my ass. With him now buried in, I start scratching at my thighs. No air exists in my lungs to scream, leaving my mouth just hanging open, my eyes wide.

Deep guttural moans and pants leave my throat as the short shallow thrusts punish my asshole. I feel him starting to grow large at the base as his thrusts get more shallow. I watch it quickly grow large. Not quite finished, I find my voice.

“Push it in!”

I scream out. Mark with narrow eyes bends down and pushes the dog’s hips. Feeling the knot enter I scream out.

“Awhoooooo awhoooo!”

The sounds are natural now as I dig my nails into my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. I begin to squirt all over the dog’s belly and my hole clenches around him.

Feeling him pulse inside me, a large rush of warm liquid floods my hole. Releasing my ass I wrap my arms around the dog and hold him tight. Moaning, I feel him starting to pull at my hole. No matter how hard I push I can’t let him free.

Absorbing the pain of him trying to pull his swollen cock free, I let go of the beast and begin to rub my clit, making the most of the dog’s cock inside of me. As fast as I can I start rubbing it back and forth, then when I feel it coming I start slapping my pussy as I push.

I hear an audible plop as the cock comes out and he clears the scene quickly. Looking down at myself I spread myself and watch as I squirt and the cum flows out of my rosebud. The red wrinkly tissue painted white with my new lover’s cum. Sinking back, I let my body collapse on the floor of my own filth. This morning’s piss now stale in the carpet, and now fresh squirt and cum halfway across the room.

“Those were great shots!”

The last man starts showing a very uninterested Mark the footage.

“Okay, it’s time to go. I need to get my wife cleaned up.”

“Can we get a dog?” My voice is shaky as I finish sprawling out on the nasty floor.