I make her my bitch!

I jumped on her and threw her down. She screamed in surprise. "Brutus. No!" she yelled as she fell on her knees and I climbed onto her. "No! Stop!" she screamed as I mounted her. My red pumped cock ready to cover her. Ready to get in and knot her. Make her my bitch.

It went in, that I remember. Only for a moment though. She flipped around and knocked me off her. "BRUTUS!" she screamed my name, tears in her eyes. Before running out of the room and closing the doors.

I heard her call someone. Then they came.

"I'm sorry Brutus" were her last words as they took me away.

They sent me to a farm. An actual farm - thank god! - not the the imaginary one where old dogs go to once it's their time. It was a great life I spent there. Chasing sheep. Herding animals. Protecting chickens from foxes. I enjoyed myself quite a bit there. It was a pleasant life.

Would be better if they did not take a way my dick and balls though...