Three weeks into my month restriction and two weeks late, what a way to start a day. I walk to the kitchen and see dad talking to a large black policeman. "Oh, here she is, officer." Dad turns to me and introduces me to the policeman. "This is Officer John Brice, he works in the neighborhood. He is going to be out of town and Chester offered to keep an eye on his police dog." I look down and laying on the floor next to Officer John his oversized German Shepherd, he looks even bigger lying next to the kitchen table. He must weigh over one hundred and sixty pounds! "The dogs name is Hammer. He is used to sniff out drugs. Officer John told me that he is going to breed him soon. I think he would make great puppies don't you." The blood runs from my face, as I become aware that Chester is also setting at the table. I stare across the table at Chester, as dad excuses himself. "Well, it's Chester's idea, so I will let him tell you all about it. I have to go to work, I will see you two tonight."

No one moves until the door shuts and dad's car drives off. I demand. "Chester, what's going on here."

"Well, you know John, he patrols the vacant area of town. Last night, I kind of bumped into him. Well, it seams that you two know each other. In fact the more I talked to John, the more aware I became of just how well he knows you and Timber. Anyway, to make a long story short, after are little chat, I brought John over here and showed him your movies. You know the one with you being fucked by Timber."

I am dumb struck, how could Chester show that movie to John. What must John think of me? "You bastard, how could you do something so disgusting." I look at John and see only lust. I am gripped with fear and shame. I am sure the movie makes me look like the dog's whore.

His crooked grin tells me that he is looking forward to seeing Hammer do me. "Well, one thing leads to another and soon we are discussing price. I settled for thirty bucks to let John and Hammer get to know you better." Chester no more than completes his last sentence than I find John standing behind me.

I jump when I feel the black man's large hands on my bottom. "Hay, what do you think you are doing." My jumping startles the dog. Hammer jumps to his feet and growls.

"Quite Hammer, you can have sloppy seconds. I get the bitch first," John scolds the dog, then turns to Chester. "I want to do her on the kitchen table." Turning to me John adds. "Bitch, take your panties off and hop up on the table." I take a step to run but John grabs my arm. I start to pull away but am stopped by the growl of Hammer, who has put himself between the exit and me.

To make his point, Chester pulls a photo out of his pocket and holds it to my face. "Peewee, we have been through this before. Now just drop your panties and climb up on the table." My knees turn to rubber and if it were not for Officer John holding onto my arm I would fall. The picture is of me in the woods, on my hands and knees with my face resting on my arms on the ground. My dress is flipped up over my back, my white panties clearly down around my knees, a large dog, Timber, is buried up to his knot into me. The look on my face is one of pure lust. "Mom would love this one don't you think, peewee."

I make no protest, as the large black man raises my skirt, grabs my panties and slowly slides them down my legs. He effortlessly lifts me out of them and places me up on the kitchen table. I set with my feet hanging over the table's edge. The table is cold on my bare bottom. John pushes my legs apart, stands between my hips and then with no sign of strain, lifts my legs up over his shoulders causing my head to bump the table top as my weight shifts to my upper back and neck. Without warning, John licks his tongue in between my softer lips, sending shivers through my spine. Lick after lick causes my head to spin. I moan, as John pushes his black tongue into my wetness. I can feel the little bud of flesh at the top of my outer lips being pulled into his mouth. It feels like an electric shock when John nibbles at my tiny bud. I cry out, pleading to be released, as again and again my flesh is pulled up into his mouth. I shudder all over as I feel myself being pulled up one hill and dropped down over the edge to be pulled back up and flung over yet another. I am drenched in sweat, I feel my wetness mix with the man's slobber to drip down my bottom and pool near my other hole.

John lets go of my clitoris and probes his tongue into my other hole, around and around he licks and probes. My head is spinning as my back is lowered down to the tabletop. My legs lifted over my head, my knees pressed next to my ears, I am pulled to the edge of the table. I feel John's large black tool being pushed against my wrong hole. I try to move my hips down to realign myself but I am held fast, with my bottom lifted off the table and my knees pressed to the side of my head. Pushing hard, John relentlessly drives himself into my dark passage. I scream, as I feel his blunt penis forcing me open. I strain at each dimple and ridge on his foreskin as I am stuffed full of his blackness. I have no time to adjust to the invasion, before John starts to rocket back and forth. Alternately, drawing my bowels out then plowing them back in. I can feel myself open up to accept more of his hardness, until he bottoms out deep inside of me and his balls slap against my bottom.

My mind is filled with the degrading image of my body being taken on mom's table by this huge black man. I cry out again, I see Chester taking more photos of me being abused. Without warning, John rips himself out of my bottom and points his erupting weapon at my face and squirts a hot stream of his issuance into my gasping mouth and over my face. I try not to taste him but my mouth is covered and my tongue has no chance to hide before his fowl taste shoots between my lips to fill my senses. To add to my horror, John pulls back and drives his still squirting penis between my other lips and plants several quick squirts of his black seeds into my womb. John lays on top of me until his tool softens and slips out from between my lips dripping his juice along my bottom, where my muscles have not closed up my other hole.

I am given no time to recover before I am lifted to the floor and placed on my hands and knees in front of Hammer. The smell of sex must have had an effect on the dog because my knees no sooner touch the floor than Hammer is on my back. True to his name Hammer starts to jackhammer at my bottom. He hits high and I jump to get out from under him but he is too big and drags me back at the same time he drives his hips forward. He hits his target and I feel him drive into my still partly open anus. I fight with all my strength to get him out of my bottom but I am completely unable to dislodge him. His strength and size puts him in control and I am left to just take it and try to keep air in my lungs as it is being pounded out of me with each slam. I feel a swelling inside my rectum that quickly grows to a point where I am hurting. I call out to Chester for help but am answered with laughter. Hammer stops humping at me and just holds me to him. So stretched am I, that I can feel each pulse as Hammer slowly pumps his dog seeds way up into my bowels. Minutes pass and Hammer is still on my back his seed dripping down my crack and collecting in my pubic hair.

Chester works his fingers in between my wet lips and pushes as much of the seeds into me as he can. Meticulously, he works each drop, which leaks out from my bottom, between my lips and up into me as far as his fingers can reach. Hammer just holds me to him and rests on my back. After a while spent with the dog laying on my back and Chester fingering me, the big dog steps over my hips and drags his large tool out of my bottom. A gush of fluid is released, by the dog's removal, and runs down my thigh to the floor. Chester collects a palm full of the dubious fluids and works it into me. My arms and legs are sore from holding up the heavy dog and I slip to my belly into Hammer's fluid.

The next few weeks go by in a haze of dog sex. Officer John being out of town provides Chester with a second dog to play with. Some nights, I have gone to bed dripping sex too tired to even clean up after a late night breed, as Chester calls it. First Timber then Hammer then Timber and finally Hammer a second time. Once or twice, Timber has taken me more than twice. Chester has caught every one on film and has been selling them. There must be hundreds of people in Charleston that know that I am a dog's whore. I dread going back to school this fall, I suspect that the rumors will be rampant about me and the dogs. I try not to think about this and just manage to get through each day as best that I can.

Chester returned Hammer to John, along with a stack of movies. The last two weeks Timber has been the only male to touch me, but he is on me more times a day than I can count. Every morning, I wake with a wet spot in my panties where the dog is leaking out of me. I smell of dog sex even after a shower. Timber is expressing his dominance over me all the time. I cannot be near Timber, without being jumped on like I am a bitch in heat. Chester thinks that this is all very funny. But Timber is trying to mate with me all the time. If I go into the back yard and Timber is there, I have to fight him off. In the morning, if Timber is in the house and I am not careful, he will jump on my back as I walk down the hall to go to the bathroom. Or he will jump on me, humping wildly, if I get down on my hands and knees to pick something up. Once, he caught me just outside the bathroom door at two in the morning and jumped on me. In order to keep him quite and not wake up the whole house, I dropped to my hands and knees and pulled my panties to one side and let him take me right there in the hallway. Thank god, no one got up to go to the bathroom because there I was on the floor, my night shirt flipped up, my panties pulled to one side with the dog planted up to his roots, inside of me.

This morning is no different from any other. I get up and feel wetness between my legs. I turn the lights on and find only dog sex dripping out of me. Timber is sleeping just outside of my room and as I tiptoe past him he wakes up. I run for the bathroom door with Timber at my heels. Just as I reach the door, Timber jumps up and knocks me down on my hands and knees in the hall. Quicker than ever, he is on my back humping hurriedly away at my panty covered bottom. I craw into the bathroom just managing to kick the dog off of me and close the door between us. I can't believe how aggressive Timber has gotten. When I get to my feet I feel sick to my stomach. I lean over the toilet and puke my guts out. I am in the bathroom bent over the toilet, when Chester barges in. He takes one look at me and gloats. "I guess this means that you are pregnant. How late are you peewee."

I choke out, "I am almost six weeks late and I don't find it at all funny you bastard."

Chester laughs, "Don't blame me, you are the one that was fucking the dog, what do you expect. Hay, are you carrying puppies? No wait, maybe a black baby or a Mexican baby. Who knows, could it be mine? This is great peewee. Just think, only seven months from now, I can milk you like a cow, just like I told you, at the camp, peewee." The sick feeling returns with vengeance at his words and I am puking when Chester leads mom into the bathroom with a comment that I have something to tell her. He leaves mom to watch me leaning over the toilet with beads of sweat on my forehead and the taste of bile on my lips.

Mom wants to know how I feel and as tears start to run down my face she puts two and two together and asks if I am pregnant. I respond with tears choking me. "I think so. I am six weeks late and I don't think I will ever start." I brake down and start to cry harder.

Mom walks over and holds me to her and asks softly, "Who's the father?"

I choke back my tears and respond. "I don't know, I just don't know."

Mom looks at me funny and asks, "How many boys have you been having sex with?"

I flee to the bedroom as I answer, "I don't remember, I don't know, oh god I just don't know."

Mom follows me into the bedroom. "I know you are upset but you have to be realistic about this. First you need to be checked to be sure that you are pregnant. Then we will take it from there. Now, get dressed and I will call and make an appointment for a pregnancy test." Mom leaves the room and I start to dress.

Chester walks into the room before I am dressed and watches me pull on my blouse. "You know that you have to carry the baby to term don't you." I look at Chester with a start. I feel like I have just been shot. "That's right peewee, it is sinking in now isn't it? You see I have some movies and some photos that I know you would not want mom or dad to see. It's going to be hard enough telling dad that you are pregnant and don't know who the father is. Yes, you are going to keep the baby, because if you don't then dad will find out the baby could be Timber's. I can't wait until your belly is full. Timber will just love having you so fat that you can't wiggle out from under him."

As Chester leaves the room, I know that I am truly screwed. I hold my face in my hands and cry until mom knocks at the door. "The doctor can see you as soon as we get there."

At the doctor's office, I set with mom until an aide calls my name. I ask mom to wait as the aide leads me through a door to a nurse's station. After taking my blood pressure and weight, the nurse hands me a small plastic cup. I go into the bathroom and lock the door. I hike my skirt and pull my panties down then set on the lone toilet. I hold the cup in my hand for a while praying that the test will not be positive. My hands tremble as I lower the cup between my legs and after taking a deep breath I fill the cup. I set the cup by the sink, pull my panties up then wash my hands and carry the cup out to the nurse. The nurse takes the sample and sets in on a counter then she drops a strip of paper into the cup. The nurse ushers me into a small office, then she hands me a paper smock and ask me to wait. "Please remove your skirt and panties, set on the examination table and cover up with this. The doctor will be with you shortly." I remove my skirt and panties and set on the examination table with the smock draped over my waste. I set in the cold room and wait as an occasional tear trickles down my cheek.

The door opens and a young lady doctor walks in carrying a clipboard. "Well, Miss Payver, it seams that you are expecting." My heart drops to my feet and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. "Oh, I see, this is not a planned pregnancy, I thought you looked a little young. Well, lean back and let me get a look at you. Hmm, how long have you been sexually active Miss Payver?"

I lay back and look at the ceiling. I feel the cold air kiss my bare bottom as the doctor pushes my knees apart. I wince as the doctor pushes a plastic tool up inside of me and spreads me open. "Just two months, I guess, I just got lucky."

I turn my head away from the doctor as I feel her trace one of the many claw marks on my hip. "Lucky is not the word I would use, I see that you have some recent marks on your thighs and your vagina shows signs of ruff coitus. Is there anything you would like to tell me or ask me."

I feel a scrape to my cervix and the doctor removes the tool. "I do have one question and you will think that I am crazy for asking it," my voice a small squeak, "Can a girl have a baby if the father is not a person?" I blush so red that I cannot look the doctor in the eyes.

I keep my head down as I here the doctor reply. "I see, Miss Payver I don't know what you are referring to but I can assure you that only people can get people pregnant. It has to do with genetics. So, when was your last period?"

At least, I won't be having a puppy. I whisper, "The first of June."

The doctor fusses with a paper tool and then states, "Your baby should be due around the third week of March. Have you given any thought as to terminating this pregnancy, you are very young."

I recall the photos that Chester has and reply, "No, I will carry the baby to term." And then as an after thought I add, "I will keep the baby."

"Very well then, we will see you in one month. Take this to the receptionist, she will give you a proscription for some prenatal vitamins and a form to fill out concerning the berth father. Good luck."

I return to mom in the waiting room knowing that I am pregnant and due in March. I hand her the paper for the receptionist and she just hugs me and tells me that she was hoping that I was just late. "Well, it looks like you are then, I was hoping but what will be will be." During the ride home she asks me if I am going to keep the baby and I answer that I am. "Well, we will need to find the father so you can get some child support, you know it takes two to make one."

"Mom, I don't know who the father is!"

I am in shock, I can't believe that dad would throw me out. But after hearing me say that I was pregnant, he went into a rage. He demanded that I tell him who the father was and he had no room for my denial that I didn't know. With that he demanded that I get an abortion. What a joke if I get an abortion, Chester will share all my photos and I will be kicked out anyway. When I told dad that I was keeping the baby he just replied that if that was my decision then I was old enough to be on my own.

Mom calls her mom in Texas and I am packed and moving. Chester is really mad that I am going but what can he do, it's dad that's kicking me out. Chester tells me, at the bus stop, that he will see me before the baby is born, he then squeezes my breast and waves good-bye. I climb on the bus and with bittersweet feelings, I leave my old life and Timber behind to start a new one. Three sharp terns later, the new life in my belly sends me to the back of the greyhound where I spend much of the trip on my knees bent over a small bowl. What a way to start a new life.