i keep thinking about this distant future fantasy of: me, starting to date someone new but wanting to take it slow; the person i’m dating, who is depraved and a freak and very very badly wants to get inside me; my owner, who has many open conversations with this person, often about kinks. and, ya know. he owns me. he gets to decide what happens to me.
we go out on a date. ive not talked with them or my partners about us having sex yet because im trying not to jump in too fast. it’s been three months and they’re impatient now. when we get back to my apartment, they take my owner off to the side and whisper whisper whisper to each other. i try to listen in, but they send me away to get weed. im a good dog; i do what im told.
we start to pack. they’re both smiling and laughing, pretending nothing happened at all. i do, too, pushing away any anxiety. i get high quickly, not realizing they’re each handing me the bong after they hit it, so im smoking twice as much as either of them. my owner stands abruptly, needing to go out for cigarettes or something to mix in with the weed; he likes how spliffs feel. i stay home with the new friend, cuddling and stoned on the couch.
thirty seconds after my owner leaves, im lifted off the couch. i squeal in fear, but they just hold me and laugh, carrying me to my bedroom.
“don’t get any ideas,” i slur, melting into my stuffies.
“i agree,” they growl, crawling over me. “plans are much better.”
they kiss me like they’re devouring my soul, grinding their bulge into my needy, drippy cunt. i whimper and squirm, trying to get away. fear starts to rise into my chest and i lift heavy arms to push them off of me. they just laugh and bite my lip, forcing me to keep kissing them. im too high to fight hard.
soon im on my knees. im begging and crying, trying to crawl away as they undo their belt. im facing the door, like some cruel taunt; it’s so close, just reach the handle. im dragged back by my hips, and soon im speared on their cock, moaning and whining like the breeding bitch i am. i remember myself for a second. i scream, trying to get help, begging anyone to hear me. they’re grunting above me, holding me against them by my hips. i can’t escape them, especially after they lean down and wrap an arm around my throat, holding me against their chest.
the door opens and i cry out, tears streaming down my face. my owner in the doorway, eyes dark and body stiff.
“help!” i cry. “please! i didn’t- this isn’t-“
“aww, look,” my rapist growls, gripping my jaw so i can’t move or speak. im just forced to stare at my owner, who stays still as the assault continues. i drool onto their hand, whines and moans leaving me as their cock bullies my most sensitive spot. “your bubby caught us. now he’s gonna know what kind of a slut you are. say ‘hi, bubby’!”
my owner stays still, only tilting his head.
“m’sorry,” i slur, words broken by the jerking morion of our bodies, the slapping of their hips against my ass, the squelching of my cunt, the distortion of my jaw in the predator’s hold. “m’sorry, bubby, please forgiv’me.” i keep cum hard, humiliated and disgustingly turned on. the rapist moans, rutting hard against my womb.
finally, my owner moves. he steps towards me, unbuckling his belt. he smirks, appraises me.
“it’s okay, puppy,” he promises. “i told them they could play with you. you don’t mind, right? you said you’d let anyone i wanted play with your pretty little cunt, doesn’t it feel good?” he strokes his cock, smiling down at me so sweetly.
i must look shocked because he laughs. or maybe it’s how fast i cum from there. he pushes his fingers into my mouth as i shatter on rapist cock, eyes rolling.
“such a good dog, i’m so proud of you,” he praises condescendingly. “cum again, pup, i know you want to.”
the fear and dread leaves my stomach as the rapist reaches around me, stroking my cock tauntingly, and i squeak around my owner’s fingers. i cum again quickly, over and over again. i can’t seem to stop now, rolling everything through my head. the secret was this; the plan was this.
my owner loves me so much he let his friend scare me and use my cunt because he knew it would make me cum this hard. i shake and drool and cry, begging in mumbles and slurred words to suck my bubby’s cock, needing to taste him, to thank him for letting me get used like a toy.
i go dumb when he’s finally rutting against my tongue, my brain shutting off completely, like it always does between his legs. i don’t know how much longer i get used. i think they take turns, filling my cunt over and over again, making sure the only thing left is the ache. i pass out eventually.
im not sure if it was real in the morning. everyone looks normal, and greets me with soft kisses and love taps to my ass. it reminds me of the soreness in my hips, my cunt, and i know that it happened, even if the weed made it all fuzzy. and i know im the most loved puppy in the world.
