Day 2 – The Strays

The morning of the second day began with Dorothy opening the kennel gate.

You were already a wrecked mess — covered in dried cum from the previous night, jaw aching, hole sore and leaking. Your metal chastity cage was painfully swollen, the Prince Albert piercing rubbing constantly against the bars.

Dorothy looked down at you with a satisfied smile.

“Day 2, Slutcunt. Let’s make it memorable.”

Instead of closing the gate behind her, she left it wide open.

“I think you need more variety for your goodbye,” she said sweetly. “Let’s see who else wants a turn with Mommy’s little bitch.”

It didn’t take long.

By mid-morning, the scent of a used, leaking bitch in heat had attracted unwanted visitors.

Three stray dogs slipped into the backyard — mangy, rough-looking street dogs that clearly hadn’t had a proper meal or mate in a long time. Two large mixed breeds and one smaller, aggressive terrier mix.

They entered the kennel without hesitation.

From that moment on, Day 2 became pure animalistic chaos.

The strays showed no gentleness at all.

They used your mouth constantly. The smallest one seemed to prefer your throat — mounting your face aggressively and fucking it with fast, shallow thrusts, his dirty cock sliding over your tongue while you gagged and drooled helplessly. The larger ones took turns using your ass, mounting you from behind with brutal ****, their claws scratching your sides and back as they bred you.

They rotated between your holes without rest.

While one fucked your throat, another would be pounding your ass, and the third would be licking at your leaking cage or biting at your shoulders. Their cum tasted stronger, more bitter and filthy than Dorothy’s dogs. You had **** but to swallow load after load as they emptied themselves down your throat.

At one point, two of them took your mouth at the same time — stretching your lips painfully wide as they both tried to push their cocks between them, covering your face in spit and cum.

Dorothy came out several times during the day to watch.

She sat on a patio chair with a glass of iced tea, smiling proudly as the stray dogs used you like a cheap public toy. Occasionally she’d call out encouragement:

“Deeper, boys. Use Slutcunt’s throat properly.”

“Make sure you knot that greedy little mouth.”

By late afternoon, you were completely broken.

You no longer resisted.

You simply knelt there — ass up, mouth open — letting the stray dogs use whichever hole they wanted. Your voice was gone. Your eyes were glassy. Cum leaked constantly from both your ass and your mouth. The metal cage around your clitty was dripping non-stop, the fresh piercings making every throb hurt.

When the sun began to set, Dorothy finally stood up.

She walked over, crouched beside the kennel, and gently stroked your cum-matted hair through the bars.

“Such a good girl,” she whispered softly. “Taking random street dogs like a true bitch in heat. This is perfect practice for Dominara.”

She stood up again, leaving the kennel gate wide open.

“Keep going, boys. She still has one more full day.”

She turned and walked back toward the house, leaving you alone with the four dogs (her two plus the three strays) as the sky darkened.

You curled up weakly on the filthy blanket — covered head to toe in filth and cum — knowing Day 3 was still coming.