Mated with Bruno

Mated with Bruno


Before you tell me, I know it can’t happen. I know it is an impossibility to breed, but call it poetic licence, call it fantasy, but whatever you call it, enjoy and forget the physics for a while.

His powerful forelegs clamped her heaving hips in a tight embrace pulling her to his furred underbelly and preventing her release. With each thrust of his canine hips, his cock drove deeper into her belly causing her to whimper with the pain of having this monstrous dog cock search out the neck of her womb.

The Doberman was her master now in more than just the physical sense. She had invaded his territory and offered her sex to him in an effort to placate his feelings of territorial violation. The pack instinct had taken over, this was not just about procreation as far as the animal was concerned, this was about his authority, this was about being alpha-male, this was about his dominance.

Bruno, as his human counterpart had named him, was alpha-male in the pack of three dogs that guarded the two and a half acres of prime Californian real estate. It seemed that a ten-foot high wall, instead of being prevention to entry, was a challenge laid down to any with a spirituous nature. Bruno and the two Doberman-boxer crosses were the last resort. A silent infrared trigger set them free of their pens to seek out and subdue the trespasser. They had perfected the art of search and hold, trapping the unwary intruder until humans came to take the person away. It worked most of the time, but occasionally, the wait for their master took too long. Boredom would take over and the dogs would have their fun, often with disastrous results, leaving a body to be disposed of.

He had made his point with this woman. Without actually fucking her until he knotted with her, he had made sure she knew of his dominance. He bit her shoulder in a final act of aggression and allowed the two other dogs their way. He knew their immaturity would prevent them from consummating any union, but they had to learn. Although it is an instinctive thing with animals, experience counts.

He withdrew from her white thighs, negligently noticing the red welts where his claws had raked her skin. He signalled to the waiting pair that she was theirs to play with and stood by to watch.

Very soon, the brindle was lapping away the seminal fluid that leaked from the bitch’s labia. Bruno was pleased to see that the brindle was becoming an expert in bringing these bitches to screaming fits with the powerful strokes of his tongue. It was a familiar scenario. A human woman breaks over the wall; trips the sensor and the three of them get to have fun with the intruder. Rarely would his master intercede in these episodes, believing that she deserved the fate she was receiving.

While the brindle was performing earth-shattering fellatio, the white had forced his cock into her mouth. It was quite usual for their victim to display fear or unwillingness to comply with this act, but they all succumbed to it in the end. The white had a reasonably long dick and could quite often get them to throw up on his semen as it splashed against the back of their throats.

This woman seemed to be enjoying herself. Although this wasn’t a necessity as far as the three were concerned, it did make for an interesting session if compliance was granted. Having turned over onto her back she grasped the whites cock at the base, just behind his tennis ball sized knot and was sucking avidly. The feeling for the white was almost the same as being knotted and there would only be one outcome from that. Sure enough, in very little time, copious amounts of dog come were slipping down her throat. She swallowed most of it and licked the throbbing member that she still had grasped in her hand.

The brindle had a penchant for this treatment as well.