Currently Writing: Good Boys and Bad Dogs 3: Puppy Love

 

Leanna Baker had everything she’d needed in her car except her son Cyrus. She had picked up Cy’s baseball gear, her soccer gear for coaching her church’s team, and chicken fried steak for them and her husband Matthew. All that was left was to pick Cy up from his game at the park. She’d dropped him off to play with some of his friends, supervised by their moms and dads of course, while she’d gone off to run errands. She pulled her Subaru into the parking lot and got out, throwing her large Quay sunglasses over her rich brown eyes to guard against the steaming June sun. Though she was a modest 5’4”, she stood two inches taller in her wedges and strode towards the park, her round legs pushing through the slit on her sky blue mid-thigh skirt. She brushed wavy, shoulder lenghty, earthy brown hair aside, exposing her slender neck above a backless white blouse that nicely carried her 38 Cs. She caught a couple of teenage boys skating nearby staring at her, and smirked to think that even before the summer started, she likely wouldn’t have dressed in such a way to catch their eye. But, things were different now, and had been for some months, though she was the only one who knew why.

She made her way past basketball and tennis courts to the wide sections of baseball diamonds, passing by dozens of people coming and going, a few little league teams packing up, others just getting ready. Thankfully, Cy just liked to play casual games with his friends, leaving her free time unmolested. She spotted him leaning against a fence before a baseball diamond quickly filling up with uniformed little leaguers. He himself just wore a red T-shirt and blue shorts. His head was sunk low, his hands in his pockets, and he leaned against the fence like he might fall over without it.

“Hey, Cy!” Leanna said, taking off her sunglasses to regard her son. Though he was 13, she still had a good three inches on him, more in her wedges. He was becoming such a handsome young man, though he still resembled her more than his father. They shared the same round facial features and short, stubby noses, the same eyes, the same hair, but he had his father’s sexy upper lip that used to drive her crazy on Matthew and she knew would drive the girls crazy as Cy got older. But it wasn’t his growing youthful handsomeness that made Leanna stop. It was the pale, ashen look on his face as he glanced up at her.

“Cy?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”

He shook his head without raising it.

“Did something happen?”

He gave her a mournful nod.

She took his chin in her hands and lifted it. “I’m sorry, babe. Do you wanna talk about it?”

He averted his eyes, then began glancing around them. “Can we… can we talk about it in the car?” he asked.

Leanna said, ‘Oh. Okay. Sure, babe.”

After making their way back to her SUV, Cy shakily put his things in the back and then got in the passenger seat beside her. Leanna got in and stared at him, waiting for him to talk.

“It can’t be that bad, babe,” she said. “What’s the matter, lose a game? Get in a fight?”
Cy shook his head. He then swallowed and pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. Leanna’s brow furrowed and something in her stomach went cold. Without meeting her eyes, he handed it to her. She unfolded it and read simply typed words on it.

“We know about your mom Leanna’s affair. If you don’t want anyone finding out, tell her to take the two of you to this address. If you tell anyone this, we’ll put the video we have online. If you don’t come by sundown, we’ll release the video.”
Below it was an address for somewhere close to downtown. But, Leanna barely registered that detail. Her eyes were busy bugging the picture below, of her hugging her husband’s best friend Richard at his home in uptown. She then scanned short sentences over and over as her fingers trembled.

She shot a look to Cy, his eyes still down. “Who gave this to you?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I came went to the bathroom and came back and found it in my gym bag.”
“I… I…” Leanna stammered. This couldn’t be real. “Your father… Cy I would never-”
“I know, Mom.”

“You know…?”
“I know you’ve been… seeing someone else.”
She blinked in shock. She’d been so careful! But the picture… and it said they had video…

“How did… Nevermind. It’s a lie, babe.”
“Is it?”
“I swear it is.”

He only blinked.

Leanna put a hand on his shoulder. “I promise, Cy.”
“Okay,” he said weakly.

She stroked his cheek and it felt cold. She put her hand back on the piece of paper, struggling to control her breathing. She should just throw it away and take the risk. But, she knew what happened that night with Richard, when they were outside in his pool. And if they had video and released it, what would that do to her poor Cy?

“Mom?”
Leanna blinked, realizing she’d been staring off into space for several minutes. “Yeah, babe?”

“What’re we gonna do?”

“We”? God, now he was a part of it, wasn’t he? Guilt and shame roiled nauseously around in her stomach. The sun passed behind some clouds and then shone into her eyes. There was plenty of light left in the day. And it said before sundown…

Like she was in a dream, Leanna started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

“We’re just gonna… gonna take a look,” she told him, trying to keep her voice steady.

The location was a restaurant that was out of business just south of downtown, one Leanna used to frequent when she was in her 20s. She made it there, a building under reconstruction at the end of a mostly empty strip mall. She began to circle it, eyes on the windows inside, until she spotted through the empty building a red Toyota Highlander on the back side. She circled the building and came to a stop in front of the other SUV. It faced them, but a sun visor blocked their view of the inside.

“What… what now?” Cy asked, fists balled up on his legs.

Leanna gripped the wheel tight. “I don’t know. Did… did the letter say anything else?”

Her phone rang, the loud, pleasant jingling bell ringtone sounding loudly in the car shaking both her and Cy.

“Do you know this number?” she asked.

Cy shook his head.

Leanna paused a moment, then answered. “He-Hello?”
“Mrs. Baker,” came a woman’s sultry voice. “Young Cy.”

Cy gave his mother a frightened look.
“Who…” Leanna tried to steady her voice with anger. “Who the hell is this?”

“Someone who knows what you’ve been up to.”

Suddenly, there was Leanna’s own voice, moaning, “Richard, yes, Richard, fuck me…”

“Th-That’s enough!” Leanna tried to shout. “My son in here!”

The recording of Leanna and Richard stopped and the mysterious woman returned. “Good, that means you can follow directions. Here are more: Pull your car up behind the highlander. Then, you and Cy are to take off all your clothes, all of them, get out, and get in the back.”

Leanna and Cy shared a terrified look as she yelled, “Are you out of your mind? Absolutely not!”

“Then I hope you know a good lawyer, and are prepared for what that video will do to poor Cy.”

Leanna knew that the prenup she signed now a whole lifetime ago would do to her, and her chance of getting anything, much less custody of Cy. Worse, who knew what would happen to him if kids at his school got hold of video of her fucking anyone, much less another man?

Cy stared at her in shock.

Leanna couldn’t meet his gaze. How could she let them get put in such a situation? But, what choice did she have? She stared ahead at the other vehicle. It was a woman’s voice. Maybe all she wanted to do was humiliate them. Maybe she was Richard’s jealous ex. Maybe she just wanted money. But the fact that it was a woman instead of a man somehow made the unbelievable demand horribly more believable.

“Mom?” Cy asked quietly.

Leanna couldn’t help but look pleadingly at him as she began undoing the clasp at the back of her blouse. “J-Just do what she says, babe.”

After awkwardly, quietly undressing, keeping their eyes off one an other, the woman on the phone instructed them to turn the car off, leave their phones, and get in the other SUV.

“Where are you gonna take us?” Cy said as Leanna gasped.

“Somewhere fun,” came the woman’s too enthusiastic response.

Leanna said, “How do we know you’re not gonna sell us as slaves?”

Cy said, “Or harvest our organs or something?”

The woman chuckled, a sound like deadly bubbling lava. “You’ll be just fine. In fact, if you hurry, we’ll be done and have you home before sundown, safe and sound, we promise. You can go back to Matthew, and he can never know about your… indiscretion.”

She ended the call.

Looking around, hoping somebody might see them, Leanna realized there was no road that ran near the back of the restaurant, and the grove of trees behind blocked them in further. Even worse, the light of the sun was baring down on them. She looked across the car to see Cy, who stared at her barely covered form and went from pink to bright red. Her own cheeks blazing, Leanna averted her eyes from her naked son as they approached the other car, the sun blazing down on their bare, clammy, sweaty skin.

Surely whatever this woman wanted wasn’t as bad as the alternative? Maybe she just wanted photos of them naked to blackmail her further, just ask for money? As terrible ideas filled her head, Leanna felt like she had not choice but to continue on.

Still covering themselves and averting their eyes from one another, they opened the red Highlander’s back. Nobody was inside and the windows were heavily tinted. But, the back seats had been laid flat, and sitting there were two black fabric hoods. “Put these on,” read a sticky note sitting between them.

Cy volunteered first, getting in and putting his hood on. Leanna followed, sitting behind him, their bare backs touching each other briefly, hot and sweaty. Leanna could see nothing but breathed easily enough. Without thinking, she put a feeling hand behind for his. His hand found hers, and they held each other tight.

She lifted her head at the sound of a door opening, then footsteps. A pair of them.

“Glad you can follow orders, Leanna,” came the voice of the woman on the phone.

Another woman, calmer and colder, said, “The both of you lay down and don’t move. If you lift your heads, try to signal police, anything, we’ll throw you out of the car and release the video .”

“What do you want with us?” Leanna shouted, choking on angry, futile tears.

The first woman, almost sadly, said, “You’ll see.”

There was the sound of the hatch lowering. Then, footsteps around the car and the front two doors opening and closing as the women got in and started the SUV. Hands still clasped, Leanna and Cy lay on their sides, backs to one another. It took everything Leanna had not to wrap her arms around her boy and tell him they’d be okay.

As the car pulled away from theirs, it took everything she had not to cry.

Minutes passed by as the car seemed to take random turns, got on a highway and sped somewhere, exited, and made several more turns. What felt like maybe half an hour later, the car slowed. Leanna thought she could make out the sound of a gate creaking open, then a garage door opening and closing. Then, the car was turned off, and the cold woman said, a little too chipper, “We’re here.”

More footsteps outside, as well as some kind of rattling, and then somebody opened up the back. A woman’s honeyed voice bubbled, “Aren’t y’all a nice looking pair?”

A warm, strong hand found her free one, and Leanna was pulled out and onto her feet.

“Mom?” Cy said through his own hood.

“I’m here, babe, I’m here,” she told him.

Leanna noticed a new sound. Dogs were barking somewhere, probably outside. Where were they?

Before she could wonder anything else, there was more rattling, distinctly chains, as something was put around her neck. Then, handcuffs were snapped across her wrists.

“What’s going on?” Leanna demanded.

More chains rattled and handcuffs snapped, followed by Cy crying, “Mom?”

Suddenly, her hood was removed. Leanna blinked at the dim florescent lighting. Cy stood before her, handcuffed, with a dog collar around his neck attached to a chain leash. Holding the leash was a woman a little shorter than Leanna, with a round, curvy body, wearing denim overalls and a sleeveless red shirt. She was also visibly pregnant, and, on her face, was a strange red and black leather bondage dog mask.

Leanna’s eyes widened in shock as she took in the other two women. Both were taller than her, one almost six feet high, and were also pregnant. The tallest one had on a purple bodysuit and a purple and black dog mask, while the other one a loose blue blouse, white jeans, and a blue and black dog mask.

“Oh my god,” Leanna uttered.

“Now, don’t you worry,” the red masked woman drawled. “We’re not gonna hurt you or Cy.”

At that, the woman in the purple mask removed Cy’s hood. He stared about in surprise.

“Please,” Leanna begged, “let him go. Do whatever you want with me, but let my son go.”

“Sorry,” purred the tall woman in the purple mask. “This involves him, too.”

“What are you gonna do with us?”

The blue masked woman said, “Take you into the next room.”

With a tug on their collars, Leanna and Cy were pulled out of what looked like a garage. Unable to cover her naked body from Cy, she was glad he was at least able to cover his penis. He glanced at her, and her nakedness, nervously. Now that her hood was off, Leanna could smell something musky, an almost animal scent. Blue Mask opened a door leading to a clean hallway like in a doctor’s office, lights off. The scent of animals grew stronger. In the distance, the barking of dogs grew louder. Her feet were cold on the linoleum floor as s he and Cy were taken deeper into wherever they were.

“I’m sorry,” Leanna said as they walked. “I’m sorry for what I did. Punish me, don’t punish Cy too.”

“Now, now,” drolled Red Mask. “We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. We’re not punishing you for that.”
“Th-Then, what are you doing?”
She slowed as the barking grew louder. Blue Mask put a hand on her back and gently pushed her forward. “What we have to,” she said coldly.

“Wh-where are we?” Cy asked.

Purple mask playfully tugged on his leash, making him hurry forward, and opened the door at the end of the hall, revealing a long line of cages on each side. The only light came from a high-set window at the end, dying afternoon sunlight just fading in.

“The kennel,” purred Purple Mask.

Red Mask tugged at Leanna’s leash and pulled her into the room. As she walked, dogs of all sizes and breeds, but mostly middle to larger, began piling in through doggy doors in the walls behind the cages, coming up to the chain-link fenced doors and barking. Leanna shivered as some jumped up at the doors, rattling them. Reaching the wall at the end, there were several wall mounts for dog leash holders, simple metal hooks bolted into the wall. Red Mask took a lock hanging from one and then locked the end of Leanna’s leash to it. She then strolled back down the hall. When she was out of arm’s reach, Leanna began tugging and yanking at the chain, but it wouldn’t budge.

“What do you want?” she yelled above the barking as the three women surrounded the terrified, barely moving Cy.

Blue mask put her hands on his shoulders in an almost protective gesture and spoke. “It’s not what we want. It’s what they want.”

The dogs in the cages silenced. Footsteps sounded from down the hall, inhuman ones. Three massive dogs appeared in the dim light behind the three women; a rottweiler, a husky, and a doberman. The women went still as they approached. As the dos moved around the women to enter the kennel, they sniffed and licked at their thighs and hands. Then, they turned their focus to Leanna, and she could see their eyes had almost a red glow to them. She began pulling frantically at the leash.

“Calm down,” Red Mask said.

Purple Mask said, “They just wanna get your scent.”

Blue mask said, “It’s better if you go still.”
Naked and handcuffed and affixed to a wall, all Leanna could do was shiver as the three hulking animals approached. They sniffed at the air, panting heavily, tongues lapping like they could taste her fear. She pulled harder futilely at the chain. Now they were only a foot away. It was then she noticed all three had bulging red erections, and her naked flesh quivered in fear. Sinking to the ground, Leanna pulled her legs and arms over herself and clenched shut her eyes.

The first thing she felt was the whiff of air as one of them sniffed her thigh near where it curved up to her hip. Another moved around to her back and gave the curve of her cold-sweating back a lick. Then, a third began to poke its wet nose between her legs. Keeping still, Leanna did nothing for fear of provoking them into doing god knew what.

Then, she could swear, one of them chuffed a laugh into her ear.

And, without another protestation, the three animals turned and retreated. When they were back behind the women, Leanna dared to open her eyes. The women stroked and pet the dogs as they walked behind them. Cy, still chained and handcuffed, met Leanna’s eyes. She couldn’t help but notice he was covering a growing erection.

Then, the dogs lifted their heads, and the women lowered theirs.

“Yes,” Blue Mask said.

Purple mask purred, “the pitbull.”

Red Mask said, “I’ll open the cage.”
She walked towards Leanna, stopping halfway down the hall and undoing the latch on a door. It swung open and a massive mutt came out, with a pitbull-like head and hulking shoulders and legs. Leanna’s breath quickened. It sniffed in her direction and then, upon seeing her, opened its mouth to let a long tongue roll out, droll running to the cold floor.

It, too, had a massive, hard dick swinging from between its legs.

“Sorry, honey,” Red Mask said, stepping back.

“It’ll be over soon,” said Purple Mask.

The dog approached Leanna, who’s head weakly shook. Her eyes flicked from it to Cy, who stared with his mouth hung open in horror.

Blue Mask said, “If it helps, we came to enjoy it.”

They couldn’t mean…

“No…” Leanna whispered.
The pitbull-mix snarled and then pounced at Leanna. “Nooo!” she screamed as it rammed into her. Her legs let loose with a flurry of wild kicks, but the massive dog was too heavy and muscular, and all it seemed to do was annoy it. It began trying to hook its paws around her hips, so Leanna squirmed and wiggled as best she could. But it was like the beast knew her every move, was too quick to pin its bulk atop her. The other dogs in the kennel began to bark and jump against the chain link doors. Leanna and the dog tussled for long seconds, its hard cock flopping against her as it did, before Leanna managed to slip out of its grasp. She began to frantically crawl away. Maybe she could make it to the cage it had come out of and get herself inside. But then the women would still have Cy, and she would be…

The chain went taught and yanked at Leanna’s throat, chocking her and yanking her head back and up. In a lightning quick movement, the pitbull-mix was on her, teeth around the back of her neck, the collar the only thing keeping its teeth from tearing her flesh.

Trapped!
“Oh, almost,” said Red Mask semi-ironically.

The dog bit down hard and mounted Leanna, thrusting its cock at her rear.

“Please,” she begged the three women, “please, stop this!”

“Afraid we can’t,” Purple Mask said.

The weight of the pitbull-mix began to drive Leanna to the ground. She fell onto her handcuffed arms, the dog’s breath warm against her neck. Its paws grabbed at her hips. She tried to clench her pussy shut but the pointed tip of the dog’s cock jammed against it. And she couldn’t help that the fear and disgust had begun to make her wet. The dog’s furry, muscular weight began to drive into her back, its maw pushing her head down and raising her hips.

“Even if we could stop it,” Blue Mask said, “maybe we wouldn’t.”

She stared at the three women with pleading eyes, but in the little light they looked pitiless and empty. But their breathing was growing hard, and each was beginning to feel themselves up.

Cy just stared in shock, a horrible bulge growing between his legs as he breathed rapidly and shook like a frightened cat.

“Cy!” Leanna called. “Cover your eyes, babe!”

“Oh, no,” Purple Mask groaned. She affixed Cy’s leash to another nearby wall harness. “He has to watch.” She laid a finger on his shoulder and drew it along his skin.

Red Mask let out a honeyed chuckle. “Consider it a bonding experience.” She put a hand on his chest and began rubbing up and down it and his belly.

Blue mask leaned forward, her masked mouth just by Cy’s ear, a hand going to his arms. “He has to see what his mom really is.”

As the dog continued thrusting against her exposed pussy, Leanna watched in angry, futile horror as the other women caressed her son almost lovingly. He breathed hard, eyes unblinking on her. Then, the three women’s other hands went to his and began pulling his barely concealing grip down along his erect penis.

“Babe?” Leannea whimpered.

“Mom?” Cy whispered.

Then, the pitbull-mix’s cock found Leanna’s pussy, and thrust inside.

“Ooooo-aaaaahhh!” she cried as the almost sharpness penetrated her. The dog’s hold on her neck grew tighter, drool warm on her neck, as it, no, his hips rapidly bucked into her, thrusting his cock back and forth in her wet pussy. The inhuman shape, the disgusting nature of it, and worst of all, how good it felt, made her knees wobble. She began panting breaths like he did against her neck, all while these three horrible woman began to make her son stroke himself to it.

“S-Stop!” she begged them from beneath the dog, unable to prevent moans from escaping. “Let him, oh, go-oh!”

But the women continued holding his hands as they guided them up and down his hard cock.

Red Mask giggled. “Sorry, honey.” She continued rubbing Cy’s stomach.

Purple Mask, stroking Cy’s shoulder, said, “He has to be trained just like you.”
Blue mask, grinding against Cy as she rubbed his arms, said, “Now, be a good bitch and take that knot in front of your son.”

Leanna grimaced at the pleasurable, humiliating pain, tears beginning to stream from her eyes, as the pitbull-mix pressed her into the ground and shoved his cock back and forth inside her, the other dogs barking, almost cheering along. The hard knot at the base of his penis slammed again and again into her pussy at the pointed head pressed against her G-spot. Her fingers clawed at the linoleum floor and she clenched her teeth, trying not to let any moans or cries out. But, she did have to breathe, and horrid ecstatic gasps escaped her lips as she was fucked, no, raped by the dog almost lovingly holding her life between his jaws.

“Gah… grr… uh!” she let out as its cock reamed her. His muscular hips pressed against hers, paws clawing against the flesh of her hips as he held onto her, his wet tongue warm against the rising hairs on the back of her neck, his knot pushing against her pussy.

“Mo-Mo-Mom!” Cy let out.

Leanna stared at him. Unable to stop himself, he trembled in the women’s grasp like a fish out of water. She tried to call his name, but all the came out with the dog’s fucking of her was “Guh… nnh… huh!”

She begged and prayed in her head for the women to stop, for god or whatever to stop this. But, the pleasure forced inside her by the pitbull-mix’s cock was beginning to unravel her mind. She was drooling on the floor now out of her gritted teeth with each hump from the dog. Thrust. “Gh!” Slam. “Hss!” Pound. “Hn!”

Red Mask laughed. “See how much Momma likes it?”
Cy uttered an, “Uh,” as they stroked him.

Purple Mask purred, “She knows what she’s for.”

He whimpered, ‘Oh.”

Blue Mask said, “Show her how much you love her.”

He cried, “Ah!”

Blue Mask then lifted a hand and unsnapped the muzzle of the dog mask, letting it hang loose so that her true lips and nose could be seen. She began kissing the side of Cy’s neck. Then, Purple and Red Mask undid the mouth parts of their masks and began licking Cy’s shoulder and lapping at his belly.

“B-B-Babe?” Leanna said.

A sort of mewling sound like a helpless kitten crawled out of his dumbstruck open mouth. He wheezed and whined as the women played with him to the vision of Leanna being humped by the dog. And all Leanna could do was helplessly take it and try to keep him from making her moan and gasp.

But she failed. With each forceful thrust the pitbull-mix continued stroking her G-spot, the sensation of being fucked by his inhuman cock a forced upon her pleasure she had no reference for. His knot continued slamming hard against her pussy as he used her like a toy.

“Hn!” she said as he humped her.

“Uuuooh,” moaned Cy as he was stroked to her.

“Grf!”

“Ooooah.”

“Mmf!”

“Aaaah!”

The slamming of his knot against her pussy grew harder and harder, making her almost open her mouth and moan. Then, it began humping harder and faster.

“Oh!” Red Mask said.

Purple Mask said, “Almost there!”
“Knot her, boy!” cried Blue Mask.

Then with a final horrible thrust the dog’s bulging knot shoved into Leanna’s pussy. She clenched around it as the knot locked him inside her. Unable to bear it anymore, she opened her mouth and let out a scream that turned into a long, gasping moan. “Aaaaaarrrrggghoooooaaaaah!” she let out as she finally came.

The women laughed and cheered and Cy stopped breathing, his hands and theirs pulled tight around the base of his shaft.

“Mom…” Leanna could barely hear him whisper above the din of barking dogs and her own cries.

The dog continued fucking Leanna, locked inside her like a secret she could never tell of the fulfilling orgasm now wracked her body with. All she could do was moan and cry out with each thrust of him into her, the knot tugging ant pulling at her pussy. Tears began to flow freely down her face as she raggedly cried. Worst of all, she was too lost in what was happening she couldn’t tell if it was from painful humiliation or debacuherous pleasure.

“Oh, she liked that,” Red Mask said.

“I’ll say she did,” cheered Purple Mask.

Blue Mask hummed joyously to herself and said, “And he liked seeing it.”

Leanna cried up at her son as the women began tugging faster on his cock, his own hands gripping it tightly. Her cries crescendoed to piercing screams each time the dog pushed deep inside her. And he was moving faster.

It couldn’t get worse, could it? No, the dog was going to… and Cy was about to…

“B-babe!” was all Leanna could blubber out of her weeping mouth.

“Mom…” Cy gasped.

The dog’s grip tightened as he fucked faster and faster.

“Babe!”

“Mom!”

Red Mask licked her lip. “Here it comes!”

Purple Mask said, “the dog is about to burst.”

Blue Mask laughed and said, “They both are!”

Leanna wept as the dog joyously dominated her, her knees slumped to the floor, all resistance gone save the pleadingess in her eyes for Cy to not see it. But he couldn’t take his eyes away. And she couldn’t stop staring at him.

And the dog couldn’t stop going faster and faster, making her edge closer and closer again to a horrible pleasure.

“C’mon!” Red Mask said.

“Cy!” Leanna let out.

“Mom!” Cy said.

Purple Mask said, “Oh, he’s almost there!”

“Cyyyy!” Leanna cried out.

“Mom!” said Cy.

Blue Mask barked, “Now, cum!”

The dog quit thrust and plunged one final time deep into Leanna and began unloading into her. The sudden slimy lava hotness inside her and the pressure from his knot and the stroking of his cock made her explode. Face pressed against the floor, she screamed as the orgasm shivered and exploded inside her. Her toes curled, her fingers stretched, and her eyes bulged out as she was came in and came herself.

“CYYYYYYAAAAHHHH!” she bellowed.

“MooOoooOoooOOOOM!” Cy gasped as his hips rocked back and forth, cum shooting out from his cock, stickiness covering his and the women’s hands on his cock.

The words lingered out of Leanna’s lips until she was only gasping empty air, then silent. She stilled against the orgasm, then went limp. The dog, his humpings slowing and then stopping, relaxed, and collapsed against her, his maw limp on her neck, pants hot against her flesh, his cock throbbing inside her. She lay there, staring at her molested son as he teetered back and forth on his feet, only kept up by the women’s hands on him. She stared into his vacant eyes and out at nothing as her own body twitched and spasmed, her mind like a TV only receiving the noisy static leftover from the massive Big Bang explosion of her orgasm.

She whimpered and wheezed against the floor, mouth going dry, the dog’s fuzzy muscles blanketing her. Then, he stirred, licking at the base of her neck, and rose on wobbly legs. As he did, Cy began to blink, and his eyes fell from Leanna to the floor, tears dropping silent as snowflakes. The dogs watching stopped their barking and quit throwing themselves against their cages.

“Buh… buh… babe,” Leanna managed to say.

The women were humming and chuckling almost musically as they eased him down, setting him with his back to the wall.

“He’s spent,” Red Mask said.

“He just went through a lot,” said Purple Mask.

“You both did,” Blue Mask said.

The pitbull-mix roused itself, turning and beginning to walk away from Leanna. But, his cock was still stuck inside her. He tugged at her, making her whimper.

“Oh, that,” Red Mask said. “That’ll take a little bit to come out.”
Purple Mask said, “Just relax, Leanna, and let him take his time.”

There was a growl from behind them.

“As for us,” Blue Mask said, “we have to serve our masters.”

The three women then began hiking up their dresses, pulling down their pants, and getting onto their knees. The doberman, rottweiler, and husky, who had been watching Leanna’s degradation and barking along with the other dogs in the kennel, now approached the women, snarling, knotted cocks throbbing with energy like distant thunder. Leanna, still stuck with one inside her, watched as they mounted the women, humping and fucking the seemingly willing women who moaned and gasped in pleasure and, though maybe it was only to Leanna, a little bit of pain and sorrow.

“Yesss!” Red Mask moaned as the doberman took her.

Purple Mask cried, “Oh, god, sir!” as the rottweiler dominated her.

“Fuck, more, please!” begged Blue Mask while the husky humped her.

As the women gave over to animal lust, Leanne, looked over to Cy, who remained mere feet away, staring vacantly at them, wetness running rivers down his cheeks. The dog still stuck in her like an anchor, she reached out and hoarsely whispered, “Cy.”

His eyes revolved to her and, when a spark of him, of his beautiful youthful joy leapt to them, they bulged and stared into hers. She stared back, and they both silently cried together amid the noise of snarling dogs and lustful groans and cries.

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After the dogs had their fun with their captors, the women rose, put their clothes back on, and closed the door, leaving Cy, his mother, and the dog he’d masturbated to raping her alone. The dog finally managed to pry itself free of her sometime during the women’s tryst with their dogs, upon which he then sniffed at Leanna and sat beside her, watching the masked women with their dogs like they were giving him instructions. Leanna and Cy remained on the floor, soon starting to breathe normally, avoiding looking at one another, as the sun began to sink in the window outside.

One of the women, Blue Mask, returned before it grew dark, holding a phone up to them. She played a video of Leanna being fucked by the dog and of Cy masturbating to it.

“If you tell anyone what happened,” she said, “this video gets leaked and sent to everyone you know. Coworkers, students, church goers, all will know what you did.”
Cy said nothing. Neither did his mother.

Blue Mask put the phone away. “We’re going to take you back to the car and drive you back to your car. Your secret stays safe if you do what we say.”

Cy and Lenana shared nervous glances. She managed to say, through a smacking dry mouth, “What do you want?”

“Why,” Blue Mask said, “for you to take care of your new pet, of course.”

The two of them turned to the dog, still obediently sitting beside her.

“Are you…” Leanna began.

“Oh, we are,” Blue Mask said. “House him, feed him, take care of him. And, when he wants it, give him what he wants.”

“My husband… Richard…”

“He’ll adjust.” She chuckled. “They all do. Oh, and when the time comes, we’ll be in touch.”
Leanna’s head jerked up. “The time for what?”
The woman chuckled again and stroked his chin. He shuddered at the memory of what her strong, tender fingers had made him do. “You’ll know.”
She then ordered them up like they themselves were pets to be trained, unlocking their leashes from the wall and leading them both back to the garage. She undid their collars and handcuffs, looking them in the eyes as if daring them to try anything. But both Cy and his mother only lowered their gaze from the masked woman, and both obediently entered the back of the red SUV. The pitbull-mix followed, but rode up front with the woman. After they obeyed her order to put their hoods back on, the car left the garage.

This time, Cy and Leanna did not hold each other’s hands. They merely lay with their backs to one another, the rocking of the SUV occasionally making their skin touch.

When they were let out back at their car, the sun was beginning to set. They dressed almost absent-mindedly, the dog having gotten out with them and staring at them like a sentry.

“Remember,” Blue Mask told them before she drove off, “you do anything out of line, we’ll know. Then, everyone will know what you two, heh, enjoyed. Oh, and think of a good name for him.”
As the dust from her car filled the air, Cy and Leanna avoided looking at one another. Then, the dog traipsed across their view and barked at their sitting SUV. They got in the front, Leanna opening the hatch in the back, and the pitbull-mix hopped in. When it closed shut, Cy, without looking at her, asked, “Mom… what’re we gonna do?”

Leanna looked out at the setting sun, hands limp on the steering wheel. She didn’t answer for a long time, until the dog, laying down in the back seat, snarled lowly.

“Let’s just… let’s just get home, Cy.”
She put the car into drive and slowly, almost robotically, pulled out from behind the old restaurant. The sun was beginning to set. What would his dad about them being so late.

Not to mention when they show up at home with a dog they’d just “adopted.”

The speakers blared as his mom’s phone rang, the distinct, almost cartoon like ring she chose for Cy’s dad. They shared a look and she told him, “Just… don’t say anything,” before answering.

“Where are you two?” he asked.

Leanna forced a laugh. “The, uh, line for food was insane!”

“Oh, okay. You have fun at the park, big guy?”
He glanced to his mother, who nodded slowly.

“Y-Yeah, Dad,” Cy said, “I had a lotta fun.”
“Glad to hear it, man.”

The car bumped over a curb as Leanna struggled to drive normally, making the dog in the back snarl.

“What was that?” Matthew asked.

“N-Nothing, dear,” Leanna said. “We’ll be home shortly.”

“Good, I’m starving!” He laughed.

Leanna chuckled then ended the call.

After a moment, Cy asked, “Are we not gonna tell Dad about…?” He nodded back to the dog.
Leanna took a breath before answering. “He’s gonna find out, anyway.”
He could only nod to that. Leanna pulled the car onto the highway.

But thoughts of what had just happened would not stay out of Cy’s mind. It wasn’t his first time masturbating, but being only 13, he’d just recently discovered the pleasures. And to have three hot women masturbate him? But, to what he saw…

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said, his lower lip quivering.

Leanna took a short, harsh breath. “About what?”

He looked over at her, staring at traffic like it was another summer day. “About… what hap-”

Her eyes snapped to him like a whip. “Nothing happened, Cy.”

“M-Mom, I couldn’t… they made me…”
“Listen to me, Cy.” Her eyes were hard and unblinking on him. “Nothing. Happened.”

He knew that look, knew that tone. Knew those words. They were what she said when he first suspected she was cheating on his dad