Chester forces the bathroom door open and drags me nude in front of the camera, pushes me down to my hands and knees into the gooey mess. My face is pushed down into the wet smelly deposit, my cheek cooled by the sticky wetness of sex. Chester scoops a handful of slime and forces it between my cheeks and into my tight rectum, his finger working in and out to insure that I am well lubricated. He shoves two fingers deep into my dog used vagina, extracts a coating of dog slime and lubricates his blunt hardness. Tears are dripping down my face as Chester mounts me like a dog; pushes his hard penis into my just oiled hole and drives into my bowels, his balls slapping against my other lips. Stab after merciless stab plows my face into Timber's wet goo. I open my mouth to gasp and Timber's pungent taste fills my awareness. I try in vain to keep my lips closed as I pant strings of Timber's seeds. With all the determination I can muster, I relax my stretched muscles. I feel Chester slide in and out without resistance until with a sharp sting Chester smacks my upturned bottom causing my muscles to contract tightening all the harder around his invading probe. I grunt short quick gasps of air as my bottom is plowed. I feel Chester yank completely out and before my bottom can close up, he squirts his seeds into my gaping hole then packs it into me with one hard shove that ends with his balls slapping my crotch area. I gasp and inhale the taste of dog sex as Chester pumps himself into me. Once finished, Chester grabs my long hair and uses it, as a rag, to wipe his dripping wilting tool clean. I am left lying on the floor sobbing, my hair matted with sex, both holes drooling to puddle on my thigh and tears which I cannot turn off.

Chester turns off the lights and lets Timber back in. He leaves me nude, dirty, knocked up and crying in the dark. Timber struts over to me and licks my face and naked back, then starts licking at my bottom. His warm ruff tongue digs at my unprotected nakedness, licking out both deposits. I lay passively as Timber grooms me, a bitch just bred. God, I hate myself for being so weak, I slowly get up to my hands and knees and present myself to Timber on the basement's floor in the dark, hiding from my shame by becoming a dog. Timber licks at my exposed bottom and then satisfied that I am clean he walks over to a corner, lies down and goes to sleep. I sob uncontrollably on my hands and knees, as Timber softly snores in his corner. Of every thing that I have been through over the three days, the most humiliating and hurtful is being rejected by the dog.

I slowly pull myself together, stumble into the bathroom and step into a warm shower. My hair is matted from being used as a rag and it takes some time to wash the mats out. After the shower, I again pull my dress on over my sports bra and a clean pair of white cotton panties, complete with a pad in the crotch to catch the sticky seeds dribbling from deep within my two battered holes. This time when I step out into the basement only Timber is in the room, still sleeping in the corner. I take my damp towel and wipe the floor clean, then climb upstairs to find mom starting dinner. "You look all fresh and clean." She says with a smile. I nod yes, not feeling so clean on the inside. "Chester says that you got tangled in some brush while you were walking Timber in the woods. Do you want me to look at your back and see if any scratches need tending to?"

I almost trip over my feet, as I turn around feeling the blood run from my face. "No! I mean, there are no scratches, Chester is exaggerating. I'm going for a walk."

"Oh, by the way," mom calls to me as I am opening the back door. "Chester asks me to tell you that a puppy works for him. Are you guys looking to try and get another dog, because if you are, your dad would have something to say about that." I slam the door closed behind me. Oh god, I feel sick, this can't be happening. What if I am pregnant, could it be by the dog, oh god.

Walking down the street, I feel a slight dampness at my crotch. "Please god." I whisper. "Let it be my period." The night is cool and as I walk, I keep thinking that maybe I am lucky and have started my period early. I crave to run into the house, check the dampness and see if I have started, but the fear that the wetness will just be dog seeds, keeps me walking. After two hours, I return to the house and when I pull my panties down in the bathroom, I go numb with fear for their on my pad is a large wet clear to yellowish spot, where Timber's and Chester's mixture is leaking out of me. I yank my panties up, denying what I see. The slime rudely chills my crotch with its wetness, I feel so used.

At dinner, I set not really part of the family, praying that my period will start and picking at my food. I blush as mom tells dad about the puppy Chester and I am trying to get. Chester points at me and mockingly tells dad. "If we ever do get a puppy, it will be her fault. My head jerks up and I stare at Chester, who only grins at me wickedly. Any words from me are cut off by my fear of what Chester will do with his photos and movie collection. After supper, I put my light cotton nightshirt on and set in the living room watching TV with mom and dad, waiting for Chester to go to bed, so I don't have to be alone with him. About ten, Chester gets up and goes into his room, I slip in to mine and lock the door.

My dreams are nightmares. I am giving birth to a litter of puppies on the basement floor. Mon and dad stand watching, as I struggle in pain to push, yet another, fat puppy from my swollen belly, through my stretched cervix. One at a time, each is born, lifted by a vet, wiped with a towel to remove my blood and then handed to Chester. Two puppies are latched painfully to my swollen breast, sucking my dripping nipples. I watch with horror as I see the newest puppy being put to yet a third nipple! As a fourth puppy is pulled out of me, I become aware that I have a total of ten nipples, which have sprouted in two rows down each side of my chest. I scream in horror, staring at my deformed chest, with its ten bloated dripping nipples. I wake with a start, sweat running down my face and stinging my eyes. I yank my nightshirt up and off. My hands find my breast and in relief I sink back into bed, relieved to have just two nipples and normal breasts.

My heart finally stops pounding loudly. I drift back to sleep to dream, again of birthing puppies. I push the last one out, lay back and enjoy the warm fuzzy feel of my puppies cuddling up to me, taking turns nursing from my full breast. I am lying on the floor nursing my brood. Mom is talking to a neighbor, as dad hands one of my puppies to him. I moan with the loss of one of my babies but I still have eight to keep me warm. I wake with a start, realizing that my breasts are being fondled. Chester's hand is milking at one nipple and his mouth is on the other sucking it softly. "Don't yell, I came in here to wake you up, it's past ten. I saw you sleeping with your breast bare and I could not help but to take a taste. It is going to taste so much better when your milk comes in, peewee." He leans down, draws my nipple into his mouth, pulls his head back and with a pop lets my nipple go. I rub my hurt nipple as I watch Chester leave the room.

In the bathroom, I inspect my panties and again find no blood. I guess that it was just a spot, I will start my period next week, I pray. After a shower, I glance quickly into the mirror at my paw marks. Yesterday added more red lines around my hips and side. The inside of each leg, half way between my knees and hips, stings. I look and see two nasty deep four-line scratches, where Chester's pawls grabbed me and yanked me up onto his engorged weapon. I touch the deep scarlet scratches and wince, thinking that this will scar. I look through the closet and find that all my pants are in the laundry. The dresser has the only clean underwear I have available, a white lacy underwire bra, knee high white socks and a silky white thong that I have been hiding from mom. I feel uneasy as I slip into the too sexy undergarments, pull on a short plaid flip skirt and button the front of a near transparent white blouse. I glance into the mirror and see a slut looking back at me. Her breast held up high, her cleavage straining at her buttons, legs bare from just below the knees to the hem of her plaid skirt only inches from her crotch. I walk out of the room hoping that I don't run into Chester.

Mom greets me at the kitchen table with a large smile. "Good morning sleepy head, I was beginning to think that you were going to sleep all day. You look pretty this morning, what's the occasion?"

"Nothing special, I guess the laundry needs to be done, this is all I have left clean. Where is everyone?" I sit at the table in a chair that ensures that mom will not see my scratched legs when my short skirt hikes up.

"If by everyone, you mean your dad and Chester, they drove up the Coal River to help your granddad put a new roof on his house. I don't expect we will see them for a few weeks, you know how slow your brother works." Mom's words take the world off my shoulder, a smile touches my face and the world brightens, a little. I help mom with the dishes and clean up the house. Time goes by quickly, it is almost seven when mom asks me to take Timber for a walk.

Timber is getting harder for me to control. A week ago, he would have obeyed me and let me lead. But having had me, he thinks the table has turned and he is expressing his dominance over me by taking the lead. The night is warm and I don't feel like fighting with him. So, I let Timber pull me down the street, letting him lead, giving up my place of dominance and accepting my new place, three paces behind. Timber keeps looking back at me to see that I am being a good girl and following him as he prances down the deserted sidewalk. I think, Timber is looking at me now as if I belong to him. I feel weak every time he looks into my eyes. The weak feeling fills my heart with a longing to belong to Timber. I step quickly to keep up with him, his pace a half trot for me. In a daze, I follow Timber down one street, into another, until with alarm, I find myself in the vacant part of town, condemned by the city to build a new highway, two miles from home.

I glance down one empty street after another, hoping not to see anyone. Timber hears a noise and stops with his ears perked. I look in the direction that Timber is staring. I see a large figure in the shadows with a huge dog! My heart leaps to my throat, I back away to the end of the leash but Timber will not move. Timber snarls and leans into the leash. Without thinking, I wrap the leash around my right wrist and pull at Timber. Timber turns, bares his teeth and growls at me! I freeze in fear, alone at night and Timber is growling at me! I glance up and see the shadowy figure walk into the light. Relief washes over me, I can see that the figure is Officer John, a black policeman that works this area of town with his German Shepherd police dog.

My Reprieve is short lived, without warning Timber lunges for the big dog. My wrist wrapped in the leash, I careen down the street towards John and his dog. I stumble at a full run, my breast bouncing so hard that the buttons on my blouse come unfastened. My short skirt flips up flashing my bottom with each step, my breasts work up over the top of my lace bra. The air rushes across my chest lifting and pulling the thin blouse back to flip behind me. I grab at my blouse with my free hand in an effort to pull the thin white fabric over my bare nipples but I am unable to close the blouse without the aid of my right hand, which is tangled in Timber's leash. I glance down at my breast in shock that my nipples are exposed and trip on the uneven sidewalk right in front of John, sprawling to the sidewalk, on my hands and knees. My short skirt flips over my back, baring my near naked bottom. My open blouse drapes my disheveled bra and breasts. My breasts are half in and half out of my demi bra, my bare nipples pointing to my chin. The leash falling free of my wrist whipping like a snake as Timber continues his approach to the big dog. I am frightened, more than I am embarrassed, and quickly crawl to catch Timber's leash and stop him from getting hart. Timber jumps at the other dog and I lung for his leash. I pull up short when I see that I am staring up into the jaws of the large police dog. I am aware that Timber has circled behind me. I freeze, knowing that at any moment the police dog is going to rip out my throat.

Timber stops his attack on the larger dog and turns his attention towards me. He must think that my being on my hands and knees with my dress flipped up over my back is an invitation for sex and his chance to dominate me in front of the larger dog. Before I can size up my position with the larger dog, Timber jumps on my back humping madly. I scream wildly as I feel Timber's wet pointed weapon slapping between my thighs. Completely red from my head to my toes, I cry out. "Help! Pull the dog off of me! God, John he is trying to breed me!" I try to climb to my feet, the humiliation adding urgency to my struggle with Timber but before I craw a foot, a large hand lends weight to the back of my neck, keeping me down. I look to my side and see a bulge in the officer's pants. Oh god, no, is all I can think as I feel John hold me down. My thong panties offer no protection from Timber's jabbing and before I can raise a hand to block him, Timber has pushed past the thin silky nylon and gets the tip of his tool between the soft folds guarding my passageway. I shake my bottom wildly trying to remove the dog's intruding penis. My effort only excites him more. I gasp as Timber launches himself forward. I moan as I feel Timber plant himself up to his balls inside of me. I grunt, my eyes bulge, I am impaled by Timber. All rational thought slips from my mind as Timber starts pounding with lightning strokes jerking me back and forth, both breast flop out of my bra and swing wildly. Timber climbs high on my back his back left foot digging into my thigh. I yell with each quick gasp for air. Slam after slam, Timber pounds into me again and again. A quick firm jerk and I am pulled up tight to his balls and pumped full of his seeds.

I whimper as I feel every drop of Timber spewed into me. The act of sex has not gone unnoticed by the huge German Shepherd. At first he just watches with an intense look. Then after Timber stops humping at me, the German Shepherd presses his nose under my belly and sniffs at the union between Timber and me. His tongue laps at the conjunction between Timber's tool and my tightly stuffed hole. His warm wet lapping tingles and causes my lips to tighten around Timber, holding him firmly inside of me. My hips start to rock and I hear my voice moan as if from a long distance away. My breath is coming in deep gasps; the Shepherd keeps licking at my over stimulated bud until his tongue is under the little flap of skin covering it. Like a fall from a large cliff, I scream and jerk my hips wildly, my eyes shut, my heart pumps loudly, my nipples pucker to a bright rose. At length, Timber steps off my back and pulls himself free of my extended opening with a splatter. I am horse from yelling and crying, my dignity shattered. Taken in front of a near stranger and licked to orgasm by his police dog, what could be worse!

My head is just clearing when I feel a new set of pawls wrap around my waist. I wail. "Timber get off!" At the same time, I see Timber licking himself clean next to me. I feel a hard stab at my wet hips and know that I am being taken by the large police dog. The pain pushes me forward and the huge dog easily whips me back up and slams himself past my wet thong driving up past the point that Timber can reach. I scream in earnest as my outer and inner lips are forced open to accommodate the huge dog. My mouth is quickly sealed shut by John's large black penis. I strain to breathe, as I feel John push into my mouth past my gag reflex until my nose is pushed firmly into his thick pungent pubic hair. My head is pushed up and back so far that I am forced to look right into John's belly as the dog pounds harder and harder. I feel myself getting light headed and dizzy. My body is slammed back and forth between the black man in my throat and the huge dog all but in my womb. An eternity passes filled with jerking in and out, back and forth, until John explodes in to my mouth then my face as I gasp for air. John drops my head and I fall to my elbows, my bottom held high and tight, stuffed full, up to the large German Shepherd's balls. My whole pubic area is on fire as I am stretched wider and wider. I feel the Shepherd's warm fluids leaking past his oversize plug and draining down my legs and belly.

I look up to my left and see John restraining Timber to the street light. I look between my legs and see two fuzzy balls rocking between my over stuffed hips; my panties pushed to one side by the swelling penis. I bite my lower lip in strain and watch bitterly as streams of dog drips from my panties and down my legs. For several minutes, I am forced to remain on my knees with my bottom held up by the big dog. Then effortlessly, the large dog steps over my back and drags himself out, sending his seeds spewing from inside of me. I collapse to the sidewalk panting to catch my breath. After a while, John lifts me to my feet, tucks my breast into my bra and buttons my blouse. John gently wipes off my face, legs, hips and bottom with his hanky. He stands, lifts my skirt and gently adjusts my wet thong to cover my pubic hair then pulls the thong up tight into my crack and smoothes down my skirt.

I feel that this is my entire fault: If I had not let Timber take control, I would not be here. If I had not given myself to Timber, he would not have just taken me. Timber is a well-trained dog and bitterly he has been trained to do just what he did. Can I blame John for thinking that it is OK to rape me? My mind is spinning. I feel used, my mind screams at me. "Your dog just raped you! A police dog just raped you! Oh god, you had a policeman force himself down your throat!" John has not said one word to me. I stand in the warm night feeling the dog's wetness evaporate and cool between my legs. My wet panties are pulled into my crotch. God, I must be a slut. I walk trembling to get my dog; Timber is all excited again and jumps up on me. John grabs Timber's leash and pulls him back. I shudder, if it were not for John, I would be on the ground again! Trembling, I wonder how many times the dogs would use me, if John were not here. I feel so weak with shame that I cannot stand on my own. Mortified with embarrassment, I slump against John and cry. I am confused; I did tried to stop the dogs from taking me like a stray in heat but was held down. Why is this happening to me, must everyone know that I have sex with dogs?

I cannot look into John's face as he asks. "Would you like me to walk Timber home for you. I could leave Hammer here, I don't think any one would mess with him. Do you?"

I cover my eyes and cry. "I am so embarrassed. Please, I mean, Timber is, I mean, you must be thinking... Oh god, I feel so ashamed."

"John, you can call me John. It's OK, you didn't do anything wrong. Timber is just over excited, that's all." His voice is comforting and I start to feel a little better.

My face is hot and my ears are burning. "John, would you please walk Timber home for me. He is not as big as your dog but he is bigger than me and as you can see I am not able to control him very well."

About three blocks from my house, John takes hold of my hand as he leads Timber and me down the street. John pulls me along, as he puts Timber in the back yard and then returns with me to the front porch. I step on the top step, John spins me around and presses his lips to mine and forces his tongue in between my lips. I stand in shock on the top step of the porch while John kisses me fully on and in the mouth. For just a moment I feel my tongue drawn deeply into John's mouth. With a start I hear the door open, I spin around and I am looking up at mom.

Mom asks John. "So, what have we here, officer."

John says with a voice that conveys authority. "No trouble, I was just bringing your daughter home, she should not be out late at night by herself." With that John turns and walks back to collect his dog.

I am standing under the porch light glad for once that it is dim. I must look a mess, my hair is sweaty, my knees are scraped and I know that my legs have new scratches on them. My mouth tastes of sex. I am covered with the tang of dog sex. I can taste it and smell it. There is no way that mom cannot smell it on me, yet she doesn't say a word about it. Once inside the house I get the third degree. "Where have you been, what have you been doing, why were you lip kissing that black man?" I tell her the truth, except I leave out Timber and Hammer taking me, and John forcing his sex into my mouth. I describe how Timber dragged me down the street to try to attack Officer John's dog. My inability to be completely open with mom only makes her mad. She suspects there is more to my story and the look she gives me tells me that she thinks something is going on between me and the black man. In the end, I am restricted to the house for the next month. Tonight is a turning point in my relationship with mom. I have lost her trust and she views me as loose for kissing an older black man.

The next two weeks go by without Chester being around, I was relieved when I found out from mom that he has taken a job for three weeks with our grandparents, roofing houses on the Coal River. In fact, over the last week, things have gotten back to normal for me. Except the dog, who is always jumping up and trying to push me down. Mon has noticed Timber's odd behavior and has started yelling at me to correct the dog and to not let him play so ruff. I just blush knowing that Timber thinks that I am his mate and he is just acting on instinct.

Fear and the realization that my period is over a week late replace the relief I felt, about Chester being gone. I show no signs of starting. I am not sure if I am pregnant but every day that I don't start is chipping away hope. I don't know where to turn for help. I spent most of this morning in the library; reading anything that I can find on cross breeding, a subject that is not covered well in the card catalog. I asked the Librarian if she had any books on the subject of people mating with animals and blushed to my toes when she directed me to the mythology section with a comment that I should find some other interest. I flee from the library out of embarrassment.