Chapter 5
Adopted Lover
Many unsuspecting women come by sex-trained dogs quite by accident, never suspecting that the animal they have acquired from a more experienced owner, has indeed been sex-trained. Many women have trained dogs to satisfy their hot sensual desires, and upon tiring of the animal, may seek a home for their pet, without revealing the dog's true talents.
Cases have actually been reported where women were 'raped' and otherwise attacked by dogs. Not all incidents of doggie-sex indicate that the female was the aggressor. In some instances it is quite the opposite.
In BEAUTY/BEAST author Roger Blake observes ...
"The spinster, young or old, who is afraid of sex with men or women, but possesses a high libido, sometimes becomes 'addicted' to bestial acts with her pet dog or cat. And it is not always a situation where the woman entices the dog. I have known of at least three women who were 'seduced' by their own pets. The feminine genital odors are quite attractive to most domesticated dogs and they will often take their mistress by surprise in the bathroom of bedroom when she is naked. If there is no fixed aversion to such an act, the woman may readily respond to the tongue of the animal and find that if she is in a 'bending over' position, the dog may try to mount her from behind ... "(5)
Animals who are used for human sexual purposes often reject their own kind sexually. Having become accustomed to human sexual contact they may seek it out again and again, although they may have lost contact with their original owner.
Disposing of a sex-trained pet is often difficult. One cannot come out and openly advertise a sex-trained dog. Often such well-trained pets are sold to new owners who are ignorant of the dog's true ability. Many women have been seduced by sex-pets and others have been aroused by dogs who learned how to instigate human-animal sex relations quite on their own.
Pets who have been used sexually become attached to their owners. In SEXUAL BEHAVIOR IN THE HUMAN FEMALE (Saunders, Philadelphia, 1948) Dr. Caprio notes ...
"It is to be noted that male dogs who have been masturbated may become considerably attached to the person who provides the stimulation; and there are records of male dogs who completely forsake the female of their own species in preference for the sexual contacts that may be had with a human partner."
Ellen Frisby is a middle-aged woman, single, who lives alone and who one day decided to purchase a large dog as both a companion and a form of protection. Living alone, Ellen had been harassed by prowlers and peeping-toms who often came around her apartment. Fearing for her safety Ellen decided to buy a dog who would serve as company and as protection against any lurking danger. Not knowing terribly much about different breeds of animals she had little knowledge and relied totally on the person selling the animal to give her all the details of the dog's history.
In this case Ellen's choice of a guard dog was most unfortunate because the dog she purchased had been sex-trained and had come to depend upon human sexual contact.
"My life was lonely but sane ..." Ellen began, brushing nervous fingers through her sandy brown hair. "That is up until the time I got the idea to buy Damon. I wanted a big dog to protect me. I had had to phone the police about a peeping-tom who had often lingered outside my windows. In the summer I often noticed the shades moving and I knew someone was outside. The police never caught anyone but they assured me that 'peeping toms' wanted to do nothing but 'peep' and one smart cop told me the guy would probably be shocked to death if any woman tried to initiate a sexual experience. I just didn't buy the fact that peepers were impotent ... ! Impotent or not they frightened me. So I bought an air-conditioner to cool the place and then I kept my windows and doors locked. I still didn't feel safe ... I often felt someone might take a glass-cutter and open a window ... so I asked the landlord if I could have a dog. She was a real understanding woman and she told me it would be allowed just so I got one that wasn't a nuisance. That ruled out puppies ... ! I wanted something big enough to howl and afford me some protection. A German Shepherd or one of those big attack dogs—a Doberman Pincer! I knew nothing about breeds and temperaments and all of the breeds advertised in the paper really buffaloed me ... ! Then I saw just the ad. It read ...
"Large friendly Doberman male, obedience trained, needs loving female companionship. Will be given free of charge only to good home where he will receive constant love and care."
"If anyone had told me about sex-trained dogs right then I would have laughed in their face ..." Ellen frowned. "I'd read about ignorant farmers and their cattle but no one ever told me that many dogs were used for human sexual purposes. And I never suspected from the tone of the ad that Damon was sex-trained. I noticed he was obedience trained which meant he would be a good house-pet, he was a male and wouldn't be bringing home puppies and he was both full-grown and also free. So I phoned the number and I was surprised when a young girl answered speaking in a most sexy tone."
"Go on ... "
"I told her I was calling about the ad and she began telling me about Damon. He was a huge red and tan dog, three years old, in his prime, he had cost over $300. and she would give him free only to an acceptable home. The girl mentioned she was getting married and that her husband was afraid of the dog. She assured me that Damon was very devoted to his mistress, was quite affectionate, and extremely good protection for any woman living alone. She inquired into my marital status and she determined I was going to remain single and I noticed she became very excited."
"Do you think you could love and take care of Damon the way I have?"
"I told her I didn't know but I needed companionship and protection and I assured her my finances were very limited. I told her I didn't know too much about dogs but wanted a nice house-pet."
"You'd keep him in the house .all the time ? You'd be good to him?"
"Of course ... if we liked each other."
"Damon could grow fond of anyone who was good to him. You'd never whip him?"
"Of course not ... ! How large is he?"
"Approximately 85 pounds ... !," Sandy chirped, but he looks much larger. "Damon is a very affectionate dog ... I want you to know that. He needs love. If you get him you're going to have to smother him with attention until he gets over me. If for any reason he doesn't work out I'll take him back and try to find a home more suited for him."
"You mean I could try him out for a few days?"
"I'd much prefer it that way ..." Sandy sighed, breathing sensually into the receiver. "I've had Damon since he was a pup. You'd never believe how close we are ... !"
"Do you have any other interested parties?"
"Not anyone single ..." Sandy whispered, "and that is very important. Men tend to resent a dog as big as Damon. I prefer he be placed with a woman ... in a home where he will always be wanted. You do know what I mean?"
"I think so ..."
"You sound very nice ..." Sandy cooed. "Do you want me to bring him over so you two can get acquainted?"
"That would be very sweet of you ... !"
"Continue ... "
"I was fairly excited and dusted the apartment. Sandy drove up in a little red sports car. Damon walked obediently at her side not tugging at the leash like I had expected. He walked calmly up the stairs and sat at the door. When I opened it my heart skipped a beat because the animal was so huge ... !"
"My—he is a BIG FELLOW, isn't he ... ?"
"Quite ..." Sandy chuckled. "Your place is a little small. You would exercise him every day wouldn't you?"
"Certainly ... !"
"You can let him off the leash and he will come back. As long as you love him I'm sure he will stay with you ... ! I'm afraid to place Damon in a home with a husband and wife because if there were any quarrels he might come to the defense of his mistress and create ill-feelings. Damon is very protective of his owner. I've never had anyone bother me in three years. You mentioned you had prowlers?"
"Peeping Tom's and burglars ... ! I'm not afraid to say I've been frightened. I'm sure I'd feel more secure with a dog like him around. I don't think anyone would bother once they caught a glimpse of him ... !"
"Right you are ... ! You seem to be the best home I've come up with yet. Why don't you keep Damon over the weekend? I'll leave my number And you can always reach me. I've brought his food and his toys. Like I say, he's FREE—but only to a good home!"
"You must love him very much ... !"
"More than you know ..." Sandy sniffed. "It breaks my heart. But Larry just can't tolerate Damon. They hate each other. I'm very tempted not to go through with the wedding. I just hate leaving Damon with a stranger but you seem very nice ... !"
"Damon had come to sniff me and I had stroked his silky head. His ears were short, alert and pointed. His eyes were a warm brown, his teeth big and very sharp and very white. Sandy threw me a tid-bit and I fed him and Damon licked my hand. I felt the soft pressure of his warm tongue against me and it was a reassuring feeling!"
"Hold his collar while I slip out the door. You should take him for a walk around five. I've written down all instructions. If you need me just call."
"I was a little afraid as Sandy slipped out the door. I could see a tear on her cheek as she left her beloved pet. Damon went to the door and scratched a moment until I called him. He came over to me and offered me his paw. I shook it and told him what a nice dog he was. I hadn't noticed before but Damon was different from other dogs. When he stood up his BIG RED PRONG hung down, the red-tip exposed. It gave him a vulgar, sensual appearance. It almost made me call Sandy back and tell her to take him away. I noticed when Damon walked that his BIG CANINE TOOL was always visible. The red-tipped end always showed just sticking slightly out of the hairy sheath."
"Go on ... "
"Damon sat at the door as if waiting for Sandy to return. He did not move much during the two hours he lay there. I stroked him now and then and fed him a doggie-biscuit. Damon seemed grateful and licked my hand."
"Want to go for a walk, big fellow? I should try to find out if I can handle you ... ! I'm sure no one would bother me with you around!"
"Continue ... "
"Damon stared at me with those big brilliant eyes ..." Ellen explained. "He seemed excited when I slipped the choke chain about his neck. I made sure it was secure, I gave him the command to 'heel' and then we both walked out the door. I was surprised that Damon did not lunge down the stairs in an attempt to locate his mistress."
"Good boy, Damon ... !," I praised. "I led Damon into the park and I noticed the frenzied stares of many pedestrians. Even people in auto's stopped to stare at my big, husky companion. I was slightly embarrassed by the way his RED TIPPED TOOL stood out, obvious, but then I assumed that Damon was somehow slightly different than other dogs. I didn't have the nerve to call Sandy and ask her about it. I sat in the park for a while and a few friends asked me why I had such a big dog. I told them I felt safer and some of them laughed and just shook their head ... !"
"I'd be more afraid of HIM than of any burglar ..." one woman shouted. "They're trained KILLERS ... attack dogs in the war ... vicious monsters ... ! You've got a problem on your hands ... !"
"I was upset by some of the things people told me but there was no aspect of Damon's personality that he revealed to me that gave me a moment's fear ... ! He was so gentle, patient and loving. Back in the apartment I fixed his dinner. He sniffed and refused to eat. I felt sorry for him so I sat in the floor and began to feed him out of my hand. I was surprised when he began to eat just a little and then more as I coaxed him. I stroked his silky fur and I noticed that RED TIPPED ROD again, growing larger between his legs. Damon stared into my eyes like he could read my mind and I felt a peculiar itch between my legs. I wasn't aware then that it was sexual ... but the way that dog looked at me was like he was almost human. I had reason to be thankful of Damon's presence that very night."
"Explain ... "
"About eleven when I was watching the news I heard this muffled knock at my door. I was frightened. Any other time I would have refused to answer the door. Damon was laying in front of the t.v. asleep. I had the latch—the chain lock—across and I opened the door slightly."
"Let me use your phone, lady ..." a drunken voice pleaded. "Just take me a moment ... "
"I don't let strangers into my apartment ... ! There's a phone on the corner."
"I don't have a dime ... ! Either you let me in or I'll break this door down ... ! Lousy bitch ... hear me ...! Filthy slut ... !!!"
"Damon was aroused by the man's voice and jumped to his feet. Just as the drunk shoved against the door Damon raced towards it, his teeth bared, his back bristled, and answered with a low rumbling growl. Damon landed heavily against the door, forcing the man back, and growled and clawed against it."
"Holy damned ..." the drunk muttered, retreating. "The old dame's got a wild lion in her house ... ! Jeez ... damned ... !"
"I grabbed Damon by the neck and pulled him back long enough to bolt the door shut. When Sandy called me in the morning to check on how things were going ... I assured her I loved Damon and wanted him. I told her how Damon had acted in the park and how he had discouraged the drunk prowler. Sandy warned me to be careful. That Damon would probably kill the man if he ever got loose. I felt that much more safe and secure and I was quite pleased with my pet. Sandy said she would have liked to have come over but she felt it would be better if she didn't see Damon again. She gave me the address and number of where she would be after they were married and she promised to check back with me in a few more days. I assured her that if Damon continued to act as nice as he had he would always have a good home with me. I was dying to ask her why his CANINE TOOL hung so low and so plainly in view but I was afraid to ask. I accepted Damon as just the gift I badly needed and smothered him with affection."
"The dog had made no overt sexual gestures towards you at that time?"
"No—nothing beyond getting a HARD-ON when I scratched his belly ..." Ellen blushed. "I assumed it was a fairly natural reaction for most male dogs. He never messed in the apartment and he was always so obedient on the leash ...!"
"I see ... "
"Sandy got married and moved away a week later. Damon seemed to miss her but when I smothered him with affection he responded and soon he accepted me as his new mistress. I remember one time the grocery boy came to deliver some groceries I had ordered. Damon was in the living room and the door was unlocked. I was in the bathroom when I heard this terrible growl and then a loud scream. I rushed into the living room and saw Damon shoving the door closed as he growled and snapped. I had to tug him into the bathroom and lock him up before the poor terrified grocery boy would even come near ... !"
"Lady ... I don't know what kind of dog you got ... but I know one thing ... he ain't no puppy ... !"
"He's a Doberman ... !"
"Wow ... you mind if I just leave your groceries outside the door from now on? I don't think Mr. Emerson would mind sending you a bill! Good thing there was a door between me and him ... otherwise you might be using me for hamburger ... !"
"I gave the grocery boy an extra large tip since he was so frightened. I scolded Damon a little. I was worried he might attack someone innocent. I couldn't scold him much because he looked at me with those hurt soft, trusting eyes ... ! He followed me everywhere. I felt sorry for him because he had to spend eight hours alone in the apartment while I worked. You can't imagine how glad he was to see me when I came home."
"Explain ... "
"When I came in the door Damon would jump on me and kiss me unless I gave him orders to lay down. Poor thing just loved to be needed and wanted. He slept beside my bed at night and even went with me to the bathroom when he got more fond of me. He'd sit as I'd sit on the toilet and he'd stare at me with the most understanding look in his eyes. It was almost unnerving. Sometimes I thought that dog was almost human ... the way he looked at me."
"Go on ... "
"I guess I should have known it would have happened sooner or later ..." Ellen admitted. "Especially after the incident with Joyce Frazer and her gorgeous female bitch. I met this girl in the park with her female Doberman and she offered me $75 to breed Damon. I had intended to send the money to Sandy as payment for Damon since I felt I indeed owed her something. I gave Joyce my address and in a few days she brought her bitch, Cassandra, by to be bred. Joyce assured me she knew how to breed the dogs. I told her I knew nothing about such things. She offered Cassandra to Damon and do you know the poor fellow never paid a bit of attention to the female in season? Joyce gasped in astonishment and asked if Damon had ever been bred. I assured her I didn't know. Joyce asked me if I'd mind if she stimulated Damon. I told her to do what she had to do. I was shocked and also excited I must admit when pretty and pert blonde Joyce moved her fingers around Damon's big RED THROBBING TOOL and began to masturbate the dog. Damon looked like he was pleasantly surprised. He stood spread-legged as Joyce jiggled and jerked his tool to a BIG THROBBING ERECTION. She moved her hands quicker and Damon began to move against her talented fingers. When Joyce withdrew her fingers and pushed Cassandra in the way Damon sniffed her, turned his nose the other way, and continued hunching in mid-air. I saw the BRIGHT RED-TIPPED TOOL jabbing in plain view and I was shocked that Damon would not touch the female bitch in season. Joyce tried again, grew very angry, scolded Damon, and was very surprised when he ran his nose up her dress."
"Naughty boy ..." Joyce giggled. "I'm not the one in HEAT ... !"
"Damon lay down and refused to cooperate. Joyce suggested we try again in a few days. The next time Joyce brought Cassandra by the bitch was ready to be bred. She teased and tempted Damon who sat looking with the most bored expression on his face. Joyce tried hand-arousing him again and Damon got hard and I thought for sure he would jump Joyce. Joyce said there was something very obviously wrong with my dog and that I should have him checked out at a vets. She said something about 'insemination' but I told her I didn't care if Damon were bred or not. She looked at me rather blankly and walked off. I felt sorry for poor Damon who sat licking his BIG RED SWOLLEN TOOL. I felt a violent itch in my genitals and I realized that I had become aroused watching that girl MASTURBATE MY BIG MALE DOG ... !"
"Continue ..."
"Well, that night it was warm and I turned the air-conditioner on low. I went in to take a hot shower. I dropped my clothes on the floor. Damon came and lay on top of them. He seemed particularly alert and aroused that night and attentive to my every move."
"I tried to get Damon to go outside the bathroom but he would not move ..." Ellen blushed. "I'm a thirty-four year old woman, not exactly broad-minded about sex, but I used to have my share of fun before my fiancee died some ten years ago. Since then sex hasn't appealed to me ... nothing except SOLITARY SEX that is. OH, I tell you I've had some wild masturbating fantasies ... especially lately since I've bought Damon! For the first few days that I had him I had wild dreams about his BIG RED RAW TOOL! Right after Joyce tried to breed him to Cassandra I remember dreaming of Damon copulating with her wildly ... thrusting his BIG FAT DOG TOOL right into her very vulnerable slit. I remember imagining her sitting on the couch pulling her BIG RED PUBIC LIPS APART and begging Damon to screw her."
"I see ... "
"In the shower I got pretty aroused just looking at Damon nursing his BIG RED HUNGRY MEAT with his loving wet tongue. I remember soaping up my BIG BLACK FURRY MOUND and shoving my finger deep inside. I recall moving it in and out, listening to my FIERY SEX making that wet sloppy sound ... ! I guess I had several GOOD HOT COMES before I got down to the business of really washing in the shower. Finally I soaped up my flesh real good and stood under the spray, feeling the warm water relax me from head to toe. I still had no thoughts about seducing the dog. It was all FANTASY with me, just like most of my sexual habits had been for so long ... !"
"You did have some erotic thoughts about the dog ... ?"
"Sure, I did ..." Ellen mused. "But thoughts only. I was the most shocked person you can imagine when I got out of the shower and began to towel dry when all of a sudden Damon began sensually licking between my thighs with that hot wet tongue. I stood still a moment, spell-bound, allowing that BIG WARM TONGUE to move further up my thighs. When it touched my hairy slit I realized full well what was happening. I was both shocked and surprised and well-pleased."
"Did the dog make erotic overtures?"
"If you can call licking my HOT WET SNATCH for almost a half an hour, to the point of orgasm, erotic, well then I guess I'd have to admit that dog had caught me in a moment of weakness ..." Ellen mused. "I protested at first but Damon cornered me against the door. His eyes bore into mine ... and he was pleading ... and acting so lonesome ... that I just couldn't resist. I moved my TREMBLING BUT EAGER FINGERS to his head and scratched as that THICK PINK TONGUE MOVED RIGHT TO MY CLITORIS ... !"
"OHOOO ... MMM ... SUCK ME, DAMON ..." I gasped. "OHOOOO ... YOU'VE OBVIOUSLY BEEN TRAINED AS SOMEONE'S LOVER, BABY ... ! I wonder if you did this to Sandra before you left? I wonder if that's why she was so insistent that only a woman get you?"
"Go on ... "
"For an answer Damon licked me all the more urgently ..." Ellen nodded. "I stood spread-legged in the center of the bathroom floor with my head thrown back as my legs trembled and my entire body began to tremble. I moaned deep and low in my throat and thrust my DRIPPING WET SLIT against Damon's big dark nose. That tongue probed deeper in my slit and I had a wild wet orgasm that left me weak and tired!"
"OHOOO ... DAMON ... EAT ME ..." I cried. "OHOOO ... EAT ME RAW ... ! OHOOO ... LOVE ME, BABY. LOVE ME WITH YOUR BIG HOT TONGUE ... !!!"
"What happened next?"
"Well, I thought the dog was finished when he had forced me to experience one orgasm. I never dreamed of Damon wanting to MOUNT ME AND SCREW ME ... ! I bent over to get my towel when all of a sudden those heavy claws went around my waist. Damon forced me down on all fours by merely jumping against me. I felt a sensation of pain as he jumped on me and shoved his BIG THROBBING TOOL BETWEEN MY THIGHS ... !"
"OHOOO ... love me, Damon ... !," I gasped. "OHOOOO ... SHOVE YOUR BIG FAT DRIPPING ROD INTO MY FAT WET SLIT ... ! OHOO ... GAWD ... DAMON ... IT'S BEEN AGES ... ! I haven't been touched, baby, since my fiancee died ... ten years ago ... ! I've got so much love to give you, DAMON, DARLING ... take me ... BANG ME WITH YOUR BIG FAT DOG-TOOL UNTIL I SCREAM FOR YOU TO QUIT ... !"
"Did he?"
"You better believe that damned well-hung hunk of canine socked his BIG DRIPPING ROD into me until I turned to putty. I groaned and pleaded with him to love me right on the bathroom floor. I could turn to look at myself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door and I felt like some WILD ANIMAL ABANDONED IN THE JUNGLE FEELING HOT VIOLENT ANIMAL PASSION. I forgot I was human and that common morality forbid what was taking place. I thrust my HOT IMPATIENT TWAT back against Damon's BIG DROOLING DICK and I moaned deep and low in my throat."
"OHOOO ... Damon ... oh, love me ..." I cried. "OHOOOOO ... SHOVE YOUR BIG FAT PETER UP MY LITTLE HOT TWAT ... ! SCREW ME, DAMON ... SCREW ME SENSELESS ... !"
"Go on ... "
"That's just the beginning ..." Ellen admitted. "That dog had testicles that hung like huge window weights behind his tool. They banged against my ass until I thought Damon would manage to sink them into me too. I groaned and pleaded for more HOT AND VIOLENT PASSION. I screamed and had one wild orgasm right after the other. Damon drew in closer and got his BIG DROOLING TOOL buried deep into my vagina. He released his HOT LIQUID LUST and drove me to experience a series of wild multiple orgasms."
"Did he harm you?"
"Not at all," Ellen admitted. "He thrust wildly bringing me the most excruciating pleasure you can imagine. I felt that huge DOG KNOT slide into my EAGER SLIT and I held it captive ... squeezing ... loving ... begging for more until Damon had reached his limit. I had one orgasm after the other until Damon withdrew and began licking my SORE AND SENSITIVE ASS!"
"Oh ... gawd ..." I gasped, crawling up off the floor. "Oh, Damon, what have you done to me ... ? You've made me more of an animal than you, you poor, lovable fellow ... ! I should send you away ... ! Oh, Damon, don't ever leave me ... ! LOVE ME FOREVER, DAMON ... !"
"Continue ... "
"Damon stared at me with those big imploring eyes ...! I stared at his sheath and his penis was invisible for the first time in ages. I must have really worn him down. Damon followed me to the bed as I collapsed and began to fondle myself. My flesh began to rise to meet my THRASHING IMPATIENT FINGER and, oh, I hate to confess but I wanted Damon to love me again."
"COME HERE, DAMON, AND LOVE MUMMY ..." I pleaded, patting the bed. "Damon jumped up on the bed and began wildly sniffing my DRIPPING WET SEX! Damon shoved his nose inside and eased his BIG RED TONGUE between the pubic lips. He began licking and exciting. I touched my toe to his genitals and he began to get hard ... ! I saw the pink tip appear ... and then the ominous BIG FAT DOG-KNOT ... !"
"Continue ... "
"I tried to get Damon to mount me like a man but he couldn't DRIVE HIS BIG ANGRY TOOL in because I was too close to the bed. I shoved three pillows under my buttocks and raised myself up towards him. Damon moved in closer and positioned himself in such a way that his FAT DROOLING TOOL moved against me. I moved against him, drew him to me and thrust my hot wet slit against his lunging tool. Another pillow and I was in perfect position for Damon to screw me from the man-above position. I guided that BIG FAT DANGLING MEMBER to my thighs and moved onto it. Damon moved in hard and fast once he got the idea ... !"
"OHOOO ... SHOVE IT HARD, BABY ..." I cried. "OHOOOOO ... LOVE ME WITH YOUR BIG HOT DICK ... ! LOVE ME WITH EVERY INCH OF YOUR BIG CANINE TOOL! LOVE ME, DAMON, LIKE YOU'VE NEVER LOVED ANYONE BEFORE ... !"
"Go on ..."
"Damon was lunging fast and furious now ..." Ellen confessed. "When he sunk in the big FAT DOG KNOT I knew he had me. I clung to him and gasped, feeling his big fat tongue lolling over my breasts. I felt his WET DROOLING SPITTLE falling onto my tits and it pleased me. Damon's teeth were brilliant white in color, his tongue pink, warm and welcome, and his BIG RAGING ROD was exciting me to a passionate pitch of lust ... !"
"OHOOOO ... DAMON ... SCREW ME ..." I moaned. "SCREW ME ... SCREW ME UNTIL I CAN'T WALK ... !"
"Did he ... ?"
"You better believe he did ..." Ellen frowned. "I had one wild orgasm after the other ... and Damon kept pumping away until he lost his erection completely. He filled me with HOT CANINE LIQUID LUST and it ran down my legs. I rubbed it over my HOT FEVERED SEX AND FELT WELL-LOVED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN AGES ... !"
"Did you feel guilty?"
"Sure I did ..." Ellen admitted. "Until I got another case of HOT PANTS. When I became desperate enough I arranged to be naked and the obvious happened ... ! Damon started things off and I ended up on all fours or on the bed with that BIG FROTHING MALE BEAST panting over me ... !"
"Your resistance wore down when you became aroused?"
"I've admitted that much ... !," Ellen confessed, glancing shamefully out the open window. "Things were going fine until I decided to experiment. By then I was so fond of Damon that I even bathed with him ... in the tub ... ! I'd get him in the corner of the tub ... with a skid mat under his hind legs so he wouldn't slide ... and I'd soap up my RED HOT PUSSY and bend over so he could enter me. You can't imagine how it feels to DOG-LOVE in a tub full of hot water! It took Damon quite a while to get the idea of what he was supposed to do. At first he thought I just wanted to bathe him. But then when I began to handle his BIG HOT WET DICK he began to get the idea. I bent over and he climbed on being sure his footing was secure. Then ... BOOM ... ZAAM ... and WOOWIE ... he sunk that BIG FAT CANINE TOOL into me and sacked it in to the balls. He banged and pumped until he shot his JET-SPRAY OF HOT LIQUID LUST between my thighs. I'd rub it all over my sensitive flesh like some scented cream ... rubbing it over my thighs, my breasts. Sometimes I'd soap up Damon's BIG HUNGRY TOOL with soap to make sure it was clean. I had this wild urge to suck his DICK ... ! To move my RAW RED LIPS AROUND IT AND DRAW IT DEEP INTO MY MOUTH. I WANTED TO SEE HOW IT TASTED WHEN DAMON EJACULATED IN MY MOUTH ... ! HOW HE TASTED WHEN HIS HOT LIQUID LUST POURED DOWN MY THROAT ...!"
"Go on ..."
"Finally I worked up the nerve to do it ... to stick that FAT CANINE DICK into my mouth. I did it so slowly ... nibbling it between my teeth at first ... then moving it wildly into my mouth ... sucking ... sucking ... until the knot and all was buried inside. I kept sucking ... lashing my HOT FEVERED TONGUE over the tip until the knot began to swell. It made my jaws swell out and it pleased me. I manipulated the BIG DANGLING TESTICLES with warm fingers. Damon stood on the side of the tub with his paws on the tile and lunged in and out of my mouth filling my mouth with HOT PASSIONATE DOG LOVE ... ! I sucked, sucked, sucked ... until finally he shot his load! I swallowed what must have been miles and miles of HOT LIQUID LUST until Damon finally went soft. He'd jump out of the tub and shake himself dry and wait for me to come out and dry him off with a towel. I'd stay in the tub and masturbate for what seemed hours ... and then when I reached the point of exhaustion I'd come out and rest."
"Continue ... "
"I read in some dog-book that wheat germ oil would make a canine more passionate. I doubled the dose and sure enough Damon became even more lusty. It seemed that the more I got of Damon the more I wanted him ... in my mouth ... in my vagina ... even, my gawd, up my RED HOT ASS ... !"
"You mean—anally?"
"Yes ... !," Ellen admitted. "I've always indulged in anal erotic fantasies ... even as a child. I thought and dreamed of a dog up my ASS but I had never tried it. I'd never given any thought to the DOG KNOT moving in there ... or the consequences ... ! All I knew was that I had to try it ... had to try it or die wanting to ... ! So one day in my bedroom I got down on all fours. When Damon tried to jab into my slit I pushed him out ... forcing him to move back some with his LUNGING, THRUSTING TOOL. Damon kept jabbing and I kept urging him back ... until I felt the tip of his RED HOT DICK touch my anal-sphincter."
"OHOOOO ... SHOVE IT UP MY ASS, BIG-BOY ..." I groaned. "SHOVE YOUR BIG DOG DICK UP MY RAW NAKED ASS ... ! LOVE ME, DAMON, LOVE ME UP THE ASS UNTIL I CAN'T MOVE ... !"
"Did he ... ?"
"You better believe he did ..." Ellen admitted. "Deprived of his usual RUTTING HOLE Damon moved to the next most available place. He grasped my hips with his sharp claws ... ! I used mittens on his paws the next time to keep him from leaving such tell-tale marks. Damon shot his LUNGING HOT PENIS against my ASS and he gained entry. I didn't fight him and he pumped harder, gaining ground. Finally his organ was deep inside my ass and I was moaning with pleasure when all of a sudden THE KNOT BEGAN TO SWELL."
"OHOOO ... gawd ... Damon ..." I screamed. "Let me pull free ... !"
"I tried to lunge forward and fall on my face ... but it was too late. That big swollen dog tool in my buttocks held me immobile as Damon kept thrusting and pounding into me. It began to grow ... the knot ... and it began to hurt ..."
"OHOOO ... gawd ... NOOO ... DAMON ..." I cried. "OHOOOO ... BABY, YOU'RE KILLING ME ... ! OHOOO ... YOU'RE HURTING ME ... !"
"Damon whimpered and drove himself deeper. I thought for sure I would die from the pain. I realized then we had achieved something that had never occurred in our relationship before. WE HAD BECOME HUNG ... ! I had read that a good tie sometimes takes twenty minutes or more to go down. I gasped and cried out as Damon lunged harder and I could not get free. I realized I was the helpless prisoner of the DOG'S WILD PASSIONED LUST ... ! I was feeling more and more pain. I actually began screaming, pleading, and fighting for my freedom!"
"Go on ... "
"There was no way to escape ..." Ellen admitted. "The knot was swollen and my anal sphincter was shut down tight over it and there was no way I could move more than an inch or two forward. I realized then that we were both in a very dangerous situation. I wondered if and how we could become free. I tried to relax but that knot kept getting BIGGER, BIGGER AND BIGGER!"
"Continue ... "
"I thought for sure I would faint ... " I gasped. "I realized then I would be insensitive to the cruel, murderous pain. I even prayed that I would faint and that Damon would somehow come loose. But I didn't. After fifteen minutes of gasping, pleading, crying I finally crawled to the phone and, dragging Damon behind me, I got to the phone and managed to call my doctor."
"Explain please."
"It was around nine-thirty at night and I actually had to cry over the phone before the doctors wife would let him on the line. The doctor, who knew me only slightly after two visits, asked me if it couldn't wait until morning, nearly dropped the receiver when I told him I WAS HUNG WITH A DOG ... !"
"I'll be dead in the morning ..." I cried. "Can't you help me now?"
"I got the physicians assurance he would rush right over. I gave him directions ... cursed because the front door was locked and I had no way to get downstairs to open it. Finally I realized that the garage door was unlocked and he could come up through the basement. He gave me orders to remain perfectly still and not to struggle ... and told me he could get us loose. Poor Damon was as shocked as I and trying to pull free too. I tried to relax but I was too damned frightened to do a very good job. After what seemed ten minutes I heard the sound of my garage door opening and I heard the doctor running up the stairs. I almost died of shame when he stared at me and Damon tied in the middle of my bedroom. He rushed in and Damon began to growl at the intruder. I prayed Damon would listen and obey ... and not try to lunge free ... perhaps ripping me and causing me to bleed to death!"
"Down ... Damon ... quiet boy ..." I gasped. "NO ... Damon ... he is a friend ... oh, Damon, please DON'T HURT ME ANY MORE ... !"
"What a beast ..." the doctor gasped.
"I was able to soothe Damon with my voice long enough for the physician to administer an injection into the dog's hip ... ! The doctor administered me some kind of sedative and in a few minutes I began to relax ... ! I gasped with surprise when Damon pulled free and released my SORE BLEEDING ASS from the death-like grip he had on me ... !"
"What on earth possessed you to do such a thing ... ?," the physician questioned, applying proper medication to the torn, bleeding area. "Did he RAPE YOU ... ?"
"Yes ... that's it ..." I cried. "OH ... I didn't know what he was doing until it was too late."
"How did it happen?"
"OH ..." I gasped. "I bent over to pick up something and he forced me down. I've only had Damon a short while, doctor. I don't know the dog very well at all. I suppose I shall have to get rid of him."
"You had best be sure his new owner is not a female ..." the doctor confirmed. "Such large dogs can do sufficient damage ... you should be more careful."
"I stared at the doctor. He was looking at me as if he only half-believed my story. He suggested, if the incident had upset me, I might seek some form of psychotherapy. I hurriedly paid him and thanked him for coming to my assistance. I was really afraid of Damon when I was alone with him. I realized then I had let our intimacy become more than a habit ... and that I would have to get rid of Damon. I thought of having Damon put to sleep but I just couldn't do it. So I phoned Sandy at the number she had given me and she answered. She sounded upset. She was even more upset when I told her Damon just wasn't working out. I told her he had tried to attack several people and that I just felt he was too much dog for me to handle. She was grateful I had phoned, said the marriage was not working out too well and that she would pick up Damon tomorrow. I noticed Sandy looked at me awfully closely as we talked. I told her the landlady was terrified of Damon ... and so was everyone else who came to the door. Sandy confided that her husband was a secret alcoholic and she seemed to think she would be able to keep Damon. I was totally relieved when they both left. I could never live through another experience like that again. I realized that masturbation would suffice me forever ... !!! I still feel a haunting guilt when I think of that doctor and how shocked he was when he saw me and that huge frothing animal ... ! It may take me forever to forget. The nightmares are horrible. I think I need help to erase this incident from my mind completely."
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Bestial contacts are not a matter that should be taken lightly. Because it is a criminal offense, likely to lend itself to prosecution, and because the physical results can sometimes be physically harmful, it should always be assumed that such 'bestial experiments' may well backfire and leave the person indulging in such illegal contact in a most embarrassing and sometimes physically dangerous position.
Doctors have frequently been summoned to free women and large dogs after a 'tie' has occurred. In THE BEAST SEEKERS Dr. H. L. Bagley observes ...
"Women who have had intercourse with dogs sometimes injure themselves seriously. The fully erect dog's organ has a bone some ten cm. long or more, which forms a large knot near it's midpoint. Once the dog's penis is inserted, if the female closes tightly around the base of the dogs penis, then the blood in the dog's penis cannot flow out and the penis cannot be removed without damage occurring." (1)
Anal ties, involving the penetration of the dog's organ into the anal sphincter, and the subsequent swelling of the dog-knot is even more dangerous. Many women have bled profusely and suffered torn and lacerated rectum's after tearing free from such a tie-up.
Ellen asserts her innocence and notes that Damon was obviously sex-trained when she purchased him. She can find no other reason why Sandy would be so insistent that Damon's new owner be specifically female.
I assured Ellen that even dogs who were not sex-trained sometimes sought sexual connection with their owners.
In BESTIALITY author Anthony Crowell observes ...
"It is well known that the excretions or discharges from the sex glands, both male and female, are intensely appealing to some animals. The dog, of course is one, and in many instances, women have great difficulty with dogs under rather ordinary circumstances ...The animals sense of smell, developed far beyond that known to man, is affected by a female ... and this can produce some embarrassing experiences for the woman involved. Very often, this condition can arouse a dogs interest and begin an association that a woman can enjoy." (8)
Even dogs who have not been sex-trained have been known to rape and molest their female owners. In this case Damon was of course sex-trained and quite adept in bringing Ellen around to quiet consent. If this incident of 'anal tie-up' had not occurred Ellen might have remained a confirmed bestialist and might have never sought help. As it is she is trying desperately to relieve herself of the extreme guilt she feels in relation to this specific situation.