Talk to her

You decide to talk to her instead.

“Ah, yes,” You say awkwardly, “I came to speak to you actually and…”

The Beastmistress’s turns an even darker shade of red and she turns her back on you, leaning against the dog pen.

“You saw, didn’t you?” She asks miserably.

“I did,” You say, leaning with your back to the kennel, “And I’m sure you have a fascinating explanation for why you were frigging yourself while watching dogs mate. I want to hear it.”

Ester turns back to you, still beat red. “You would laugh at me.”

“I won’t laugh. I’ve met people with far stranger appetites than being into dogs.”

“Its… not that I’m really ‘into’ dogs, per se…” She says hesitantly.

“It sure looked to me like you were,” You say.

“Just… promise you won’t judge me?”

“I won’t,” You laugh, “Tell me already!”

With great ****, she points at the mating dogs.

“It seems to me that dog sex is… pure, somehow. With all the relationships I’ve been in, there is this awkward dance with boundaries. Every time a man wants to touch me, he is concerned about what I want or what I don’t want him to do, and that leaves neither of us satisfied with the end result. With dogs, it’s so much simpler; the alpha male mounts the bitch and the bitch submits. He takes her however he pleases and she makes no protest. Sometimes…” She bites her lip.

“Sometimes, what?” You prod.

“Sometimes... I wish an alpha male would come and mount ME. As if I was no more than an animal. How sick is that?” Ester looks incredibly disgusted with herself.

No wonder she did not want to let others know.

You take a step forward, maintaining unflinching eye contact.

“I am a warrior,” You begin, “I have served on the battlefield for much of my youth, and I’ve seen Humanity at its best and worst, so believe me when I tell you this: People _are _animals.”

You take another step toward her. She tries to back away but her back hits the dog kennel as you continue.

“The things you are feeling are not unnatural. They are not sick. It is not in any way unusual for a woman to crave submission to a man; I've seen my fair share of such,” You now stand mere inches away, towering over her, looking down into her eyes filled with fear and hunger.

“You…” She gulps nervously. “You haven’t really been castrated, have you general?”

“Nope,” You whisper smilingly, "Smart girl, you."

Her pupils dilate and her breathing quickens, her face now flush from arousal.

“How did you escape your sentence?”

You chuckle.

“I ‘mounted’ the Executioner Ottilie and she submitted to my will.”

She gasps, and quietly moans, the fact that you’ve already made another woman your bitch making her even more aroused.

“If you want to be mounted by an alpha male,” You whisper in her ear, “All you have to do is get down on your hands and knees like a dog."

For a moment, she hesitates. Then, as if the chains around her mind and heart shattered, she slowly slides down her knees and sticks her ass up in the air, looking up at you apprehensively but eager to please. You take off your pants and her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as she beholds your massive cock.

"Oh my... this, this is nothing like what my pets have!" Ester exclaims.

You walk behind her, hiking up her skirt to examine her pussy. Slick with her juices are running down her thighs, her desire for you is overpowering. Her womanhood trembles as you touch it, lightly cupping the soft, wet mound with your fingers. She groans in anticipation, getting even wetter beneath your hand.

You pull your hand away from her and walk to a table set against the wall, its top covered with neatly-arranged collars. The tags hanging from them are blank, meant for future generations of dogs. You grab one at random and walk back to your new bitch, and her lips part in ecstatic anticipation. For a moment you think she is going to object, but she does not say a word as you gently brush aside her red hair and fasten the collar around her neck.

“If anyone asks you about this collar, say it’s a fashion statement,” You whisper, gently stroking her hair, “Only you and I will know the truth: You are wearing a collar because from this day forth, you are my little fuck puppy. Bark for me, little doggie!”

“Arf! Arf!” She even pants like a dog.

“Good girl.” You walk around her, trailing a hand across her back and squeezing her taut ass. You rub the head of your rock hard, foot long dick against her drooling pussy lips.

“Bark for me when you cum, doggie,” You command, and thrust forward into her, stretching her wet, tight cunt around your cock. She moans loudly as she is penetrated, whimpering in pain from her torn hymen.

"Oh fuck..."

You soon find, however, that she is not moaning in pain but ecstacy, and as you hasten your tempo you soon hear her moans increase in intensity as you fuck her. Turning her head to face you, you see her eyes glazed over with pleasure and mindlessness, turning into little more than a wild beast.

You’re taking her like a hound takes a bitch, and she is loving it.

Her warm folds clamp around you like a velvet glove drenched in honey.

"That's a good dogggie," You whisper, panting heavily, "Now take your reward!"

“ARF! ARF! AAAARRRRFFF!” She screams as she orgasms violently.

You laugh and smack her ass. Soon she is barking again, and again as she orgasms in quick succession.

You are the Alpha Dog, and she your Alpha Bitch. The only question now is, do you want to breed her, or do you want to dominate her asshole?