Day 3 – The Yard Gangbang

On the final day of your “goodbye,” Dorothy decided to take things much further.

She opened the kennel gate early in the morning and clipped the pink leash to your collar.

“Today we’re doing this properly, Slutcunt. No more hiding in the kennel. You’re going to say goodbye in the middle of the yard… where everyone can see what a filthy bitch you’ve become.”

She led you crawling on all fours out into the center of the large backyard, right on the open grass near the pool. The morning sun was already hot on your skin. Your metal chastity cage swung heavily between your legs, constantly leaking.

Dorothy didn’t leave.

Instead, she whistled loudly — a long, sharp sound that carried across the neighborhood.

Within twenty minutes, dogs started appearing.

First came Dorothy’s two dogs. Then the three strays from yesterday. Then four more — big, rough street dogs that had clearly been roaming the area, drawn by the scent of a used bitch. In total, nine dogs surrounded you in the yard.

Dorothy sat comfortably on a shaded lounger with a cold drink, legs crossed elegantly.

“Gentlemen,” she called out with a smirk, “she’s all yours for the day. Use her however you want.”

What followed was a full, nonstop dog gangbang in the open yard.

The dogs showed no order or mercy.

They swarmed you.

At any given moment, you had:

One thick cock pounding your ass

Another forcing its way down your throat

Others licking your body, humping your legs, or fighting for position

They fucked you in every possible way:

Double penetrated (one in your ass, one in your mouth)

Triple teamed — two trying to fit in your mouth at once while another bred your ass

Knotted for long periods while others impatiently waited and humped your face or shoulders

The yard filled with the sounds of growling, wet slapping, and your broken, hoarse moans.

You were moved from position to position like a toy:

Face down in the grass, ass up

On your back with dogs standing over you, using your mouth

Held between two larger dogs while they took turns

By early afternoon, you were completely covered in dog cum — hair matted, face glazed, back and ass painted white. Your metal cage was swollen and dripping almost continuously, the fresh piercings making every throb painful. The brands on your body were dirty and streaked with cum and grass stains.

Dorothy occasionally walked over to pour water into your mouth or hose you down lightly just to watch the dogs immediately swarm you again once you were wet and smelling fresh.

At one point, she made you crawl slowly across the yard while dogs followed, mounting you mid-crawl, fucking you as you tried to move. Your arms eventually gave out and you simply lay on the grass, letting them use you like a living fleshlight.

By sunset, you were a ruined, trembling wreck — lying motionless on the grass in a large wet patch of cum and drool, ass gaping wide, mouth hanging open, eyes unfocused.

Dorothy finally stood up and approached.

She crouched beside your broken body and gently stroked your cum-soaked hair.

“Three days complete,” she said softly. “You said your goodbyes very well, Slutcunt.”

She clipped the leash back onto your collar.

“Now crawl back inside. We leave for Dominara in six days.”

You could barely move, but you started crawling weakly toward the house — leaking from every hole, body exhausted and marked, mind hazy.

Behind you, the pack of dogs watched, tails wagging, already missing their new favorite bitch.