The Dogs’ Bitch

It had been nearly four months since your return from Dominara.

One quiet afternoon, Dorothy noticed something unusual while looking out at the backyard. Her two dogs — the black Lab and the Rottweiler — were restless. They kept pacing near the kennel, whining softly, sniffing the air, and looking toward the house with longing eyes.

“They miss their favorite bitch,” Dorothy murmured with a small smile.

She turned to you. You were sitting beside her on the couch like a proper wife, wearing nothing but your pink gold collar. Your heavy DDD breasts rested softly on your lap, and your long bubblegum-pink hair cascaded down your back.

Dorothy gently stroked your hair and spoke.

“I’ve decided something, Slutcunt. Since my boys miss their little breeding bitch so much… they will get you once a month. A full day and night. From sunrise to sunrise the next day. You will belong to them completely during that time.”

She leaned in and kissed your neck.

“Starting this weekend.”

The First Monthly Day

That Saturday morning, Dorothy woke you up early and removed all your clothing except your permanent collar.

She clipped the leash to your collar and led you outside, completely naked, your heavy breasts swaying with each step, the little bell on your tongue jingling softly.

The dogs immediately became excited when they saw you. Their tails wagged furiously as they recognized their old plaything.

Dorothy opened the large kennel gate and gently pushed you inside.

“They’ve missed you,” she said softly. “Be a good bitch for them. I’ll come get you tomorrow morning.”

She locked the gate and walked back to the house without looking back.

For the next 24 hours, you were once again the dogs’ bitch.

They wasted no time.

The black Lab mounted you first, slamming his slick red cock into your ass with **** hunger. He fucked you hard and fast, knotting you deeply while you moaned and drooled. The Rottweiler took your mouth at the same time, pushing his thick cock past your lips and down your throat, the bell on your tongue ringing wildly.

They used you relentlessly throughout the day.

They took turns breeding your ass and mouth. Sometimes both at once. They knotted you for long periods, leaving you stuck and whimpering while cum flooded your insides. They even made you crawl around the yard on all fours while they mounted you mid-movement.

By evening, you were a complete mess — covered in dog cum, dirt, and your own milk. Your breasts were leaking steadily from the constant rough handling. Your holes were gaping and overflowing.

The dogs showed no mercy. They used you late into the night, sleeping beside you only to wake up and mount you again when they got hard.

By sunrise the next morning, you were exhausted, trembling, and barely conscious — lying in the middle of the kennel in a large puddle of dog cum, ass and mouth still leaking, breasts covered in dirt and dried milk.

Dorothy finally came to retrieve you.

She opened the gate, clipped the leash to your collar, and made you crawl back into the house — cum dripping from every hole, legs shaking, eyes glassy.

She bathed you gently, cleaned your body, and then pulled you into bed with her.

“You did so well for the boys,” she whispered, sucking on your leaking breasts. “They were so happy to have their bitch back.”

She drank from you while slowly fucking you, enjoying how loose and sloppy your ass had become after a full day with the dogs.

“Once a month,” she murmured against your nipple. “Every month, you go back to being their breeding bitch for a full day. This is part of your life now, my wife.”

She kissed you deeply, tasting your milk on your tongue.

“Welcome to your new monthly routine, Slutcunt.”