Liz awakens after being taken against her will by Winston
Liz woke up the next morning around 10am. After her assault by Winston, she had just curled up on the floor and slept in her place. As her head slowly fought through the mist, memories of the previous night returned to her. The power of Winston’s dominance. The feeling of his cock and knot taking possession of what his saw as his. The way her body betrayed her and submitted. Even the way her mind slowly accepted her new role as his bitch to breed. The feeling of his hot cum squirting her deepest, darkest places was still vivid.
As Liz struggled to come to terms with the events of the previous night, she couldn't shake off the feeling that her life had changed in ways she was still trying to understand. The memory of Winston's dominance over her, the way he had taken control and claimed his territory with a primal intensity that left no doubt as to who was in charge, lingered. She recalled the feeling of his cock inside her and how she had been unable to resist, eventually succumbing not just physically but also mentally. The realization that her body and mind had betrayed any semblance of resistance, submitting to Winston's desires with a depth that terrified her.
The aftermath was filled not just with physical discomfort but an emotional turmoil. She lay on the floor for a while, grappling to make sense of her actions and feelings from last night. Her pussy felt raw. But not unlike a good session with Daddy. Her asshole however felt quite abused. She had had anal sex before and often played with it for pleasure. But having a 6 inch long 2.5 inch wide dog cock thrust into it was a very new experience.
She eventually found the energy and stood up. The sight of the room around was surprisingly tidy. Except for a few spots of cum dripped on the floor, you’d hardly have known anything had happened last night. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled but her face still looked beautiful. Her skirt was still hiked up around her hips and top was also bunched up showing her perfect b-cup breasts.
She neatened herself up and headed to the kitchen. Fixing Winston, who was still asleep, she heading to the shower to clean herself off and inspect any damage to her sweet body.
As she stepped into the shower, Liz let out a sigh of relief as warm water cascaded down her body. She closed her eyes, allowing the warmth to soothe any lingering discomfort from last night's ordeal with Winston. The water helped wash away not only the physical remnants of their encounter but also began to clear her mind, making it easier for her to process what had happened.
She gently cleaned herself around the sore areas and winced at times, remembering how Winston's primal dominance had overwhelmed her. Despite this discomfort she started to feel more composed as the water rinsed off all remaining evidence of last night's activities. It was almost therapeutic, helping her come to terms with the unfamiliar experience she'd endured.
Once out of the shower and dressed in comfortable clothes, Liz decided to take a few moments for herself. She made some tea, trying the warm liquid's soothing effects on her frazzled nerves and to steady herself as she reflected further. With the peaceful morning around, a quiet calm enveloped her.
She decided to text Daddy. Nervous at first for what his reaction might be. She sighed and just sent a “hello”. Daddy sent back a pleasant greeting and a virtual hug. He then asked the inevitable question “how was last night? Sleep well?”. Liz thought about it for a while and then decided to tell him the whole story. Word by word Liz relived the events. Not leaving out any details. She was scared at the unknown his response might provide. Would he be repulsed? Angry? Would he laugh at her plight? Instead it was none of those. “Wow that’s quite an adventure you’ve had there” he said. Followed by the perfect response “Do you need a hug in real life?”. Liz squealed in happiness at the offer. “Yes please!!” She said and then texted him the address.
Winston woke and came into view. To Liz's surprise he simply ate the prepared meal without making any advances toward her, seemingly back to being just a dog. She found herself in an odd mix of emotions towards him—there was fear due to what happened, but also a confusing form or respect for the raw power he'd shown. And though her body still felt somewhat battered, it was also an undeniable truth that his dominance over the night had been intoxicating on a primal level.
With this strange realization, Liz's thoughts wandered. Was she to submit again if Winston demanded it? She looked over at him; now he seemed like just an innocent, sleeping English bulldog. It was hard to reconcile the events of last night with his calm demeanor now, and yet... she knew what had occurred.
Liz realized that today would be a day of self-discovery, grappling with these newfound feelings and trying to find her footing in the house that no longer felt as secure or safe. Her interactions with Winston and even herself were going to have layers she hadn't considered before, all influenced by the unsettling events of last night.
Liz walked into the front yard to grab the newspaper that had been delivered earlier. Her loose grey tracksuit pants had lost their elastic months ago but the pair were such a nice fit. So she refused to throw them until they were totally unwearable. This provided the added problem of needing to hold them up with one hand as she walked. She picked up the paper and awkwardly made her way back to the house. Closing the door she failed to notice that it wasn’t latched properly.
She walked into the kitchen and put the paper down. Then she went to her guest bedroom to try to get some peace and quiet before Daddy arrived. As she entered the door she was greeted by Winston. He stared at her with intense eyes. A look she now knew far too well. A growl escaped his throat and then a deep bark.
Liz's heart sank as she recognized the warning signs. She had thought that perhaps last night was a one-time thing, but Winston's demeanor told her otherwise. The growl and the deep bark sent a shiver down her spine, an unmistakable command from him. She felt herself hesitating for just a moment before remembering the events of last night and how they had ended.
A mix of emotions swirled inside her. Partly she was scared and didn't want to go through another ordeal with Winston, but there also seemed a lingering sense of resignation or perhaps even anticipation that she couldn't quite understand herself. It was as if her body and mind were preparing for another submission, despite the part of her that wanted to resist.
Winston took a step closer, his eyes fixed intently on Liz. The air seemed to thicken with tension as he barked again, louder this time, clearly demanding she comply. Liz knew what was expected of her now; the question lingering in her mind wasn't if she would submit, but how quickly and completely.
She took a deep breath. The memory of last night was still fresh, both the discomfort and something else she couldn't quite name. It wasn’t fear alone that drove her actions, but also a twisted sense of submission she found herself inexplicably drawn to. Winston's dominance had awakened something primal within her, a part that both fascinated and repelled.
With slow movements but clear intent Liz started to undress. She let go of her grip on her tracksuit pants and they simply dropped to the floor. Then off came her t-shirt and undergarments. The act of removing her clothes felt like an admission, a silent agreement that she would do as Winston demanded. As the fabric dropped away her vulnerability was not just physical but also deeply personal.
The sound of Winston's heavy breathing filled the room as he approached. Liz could feel her heart pounding in anticipation, every part of this was beyond anything she had ever experienced with Daddy or any other partner. This wasn’t about love, affection, but raw dominance and submission.
Liz dropped to her knees and then face first on the floor. Her body knowing what was expected now. Her ass naturally rose presenting to Winston. She wiggled it a little and he grunted approvingly.
Winston moved in behind her and she closed her eyes. As he mounted her, Liz’s mind was flooded with sensations - pain, pleasure in odd measures she couldn’t understand and a deep submission. In that moment it was just her, Winston’s primal strength enveloping every inch of being and the overwhelming understanding that in his eyes she was nothing more than a vessel, something to be claimed.
It was at this point Daddy’s car pulled up. He walked to the door with an air of caution. Making sure he had the right house. As he went to knock the unlatched door open. “That’s odd” he thought. He ventured inside and relocked the door behind him. He called out but there was no answer. So he walked further into the house. It was at that point he could hear the sounds. First, a panting mixed with occasional whines, then deep grunts and all to the bass track of a slapping of skin. Moving to where the sounds were coming from Daddy pushed the door open.
Daddy's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. Liz was on her hands and knees, or rather face down with her ass in the air as Winston mounted her from behind. The sounds he had heard were now visually accompanied by Liz's body jerking with each thrust from Winston, her hands and feet splayed out in submission. The room was thick with tension and a primal energy that seemed almost palpable.
For what felt like an eternity, Daddy stood there frozen. His mind racing with a myriad of emotions - shock at the sight before him, confusion about how to react and even arousal. He had never seen Liz like this, so completely given over to another being's dominance.
Liz and Winston were too caught up in their own world, oblivious of the observer. Daddy watched as Liz seemed to melt further into her submission with each passing moment, accepting Winston's primal dominance without any resistance.
It was a scene so raw and honest that it transcended conventional norms. Daddy found himself drawn in, fascinated by the dynamic between Liz and Winston that he was witnessing firsthand.
His thoughts drifted back to their conversations, how she had told him about her experiences with Winston. He recalled his response - the offer of a hug and deciding to visit, without fully understanding what he was walking into.
The question now wasn't whether this should be happening but rather how to navigate his response. He took a deep breath, trying not to intrude on the intense moment unfolding before him but also aware that his presence would eventually be acknowledged.
As he stood there, trying to make sense of it all and decide his next move carefully so as not to disrupt the scene, he inadvertently made a slight noise. It was soft but enough in that silent moment of observation.
Liz's ears picked up the sound, her head turned slightly and their eyes met. For an instant they just stared at each other - Daddy standing in the doorway, and Liz on her hands with Winston still behind her. “I see you made a friend, lil one” eventually Daddy said.
Liz tried to call out to him but as she opened her mouth all that came out were yelps at each thrust. She dropped her head slightly in shame but mostly in lust at being an object for Winston. Daddy knew that look. The look of submission to the lust monster. He also knew there was no point breaking things up now. She had submitted and Winston was her mate.
Daddy ventured over towards them and patted Winston on the head “good boy” he said. “Do you like your new bitch, hey?” Winston, while appreciative of the encouragement, kept focus on his duty. Each plunge making a squelching sound followed by either a pant or yelp by Liz.
He then pulled over the desk chair and sat right in front of Liz’s head. After a few more minutes of fucking her eyes glanced up at Daddy and she was greeted with a sight that even in her depressed position and even with all the fantasies they had shared together she never thought she’d see. There was daddy sitting on the chair buck naked. He had his large cock in his hand and was beating it to the rhythm of her fucking.
Liz tried to cry out. The pure sexual image mixed with the assault on her pussy was too much for her brain to handle. Her mouth opened and a long high-pitched whine came out. Just as this occurred Winston smelled the scent of Daddy’s beating cock.
Winston's thrusts became more aggressive, his grunts louder as he sensed the challenge and responded to Liz's submissive cry. He was driven by a primal urge, determined not only to claim his territory but also assert dominance over any potential rival. Daddy's presence and actions, rather than deterring him, seemed to fuel Winston's intensity.
As Liz was caught in the midst of this primal storm, she felt herself being pulled deeper into a vortex of submission and desire. The visual stimulus provided by Daddy, the sound effects created by her own yelps mixed with Winston's grunting and panting as he took his pleasure from behind, overwhelmed her senses.
Then in the flurry of thrusts his knot slipped into her. This time there was little resistance. The firm ball of meat spread her luscious pussy lips, slipped through the tender opening of her vagina and plopped into her love canal. In his worked up state his body pumped more blood to his thrusting cock. And soon his knot, larger than ever before, locked his bitch to him soundly.
Winston sensed victory in claiming Liz completely and let out a final triumphant howl before climaxing. In that moment, he was the undeniable master of this domain and all within it. With that Liz’s body mind and soul hit an apex of pure energy. “Oh god” she yelled out as the wave hit her. “Daddy! I’m coming!” She screamed. Then her eyes rolled up into her eyelids and she rode the waves of orgasm.
Daddy watched this scene unfold with a state of awe. He heard the sounds of pure primal lust. He watched as Liz submitted her body like he’d never seen before. He watched as Winston showed no mercy in taking his bitch. And then he watched as stream after stream of his own cum blasted from his cock that he was still beating and land on Liz’s angelic face.
As Winston turned his body, still locked to Liz. He stood there ass to ass panting for a moment. He then let out another low growl. This time, there was less aggression and more a claim of dominance that seemed to assert his own primary role.
When his knot subsided, Winston stepped away, his chest still heaving from exertion. He walked away like a king having made another victory. Daddy turned his attention fully to Liz. She lay there on the floor for a moment longer before slowly bringing her legs together and trying to muster some semblance of control over the stormy aftermath.
He reached out with his free hand, and stroked a strand of hair away from Liz's eyes. "Well, it seems like there are some changes here," he said softly.
As the waves of intense pleasure still vivid throughout her body, Liz felt a profound shift in her psyche. The initial reluctance and disgust she had once harbored for the acts with Winston began to dissipate, replaced by an unrelenting desire. She now craved being completely submissive and obedient to the English bulldog, yearning for his dominance over her.
Her mind was consumed by fantasies of Winston mounting and claiming possession, the image fueling a burning need within her to be impregnated with his seed. The taboo of their interspecies relationship, which had once filled her heart and mind full with confliction now dissolved away under the powerful allure of primal urges, surrendering entirely to base desires.
Liz made her way up to her feet. She stood there for a moment not moving and not speaking. Daddy, for the first time in their relationship, was unsure of what would come next. When she suddenly threw herself at him in a loving embrace it did catch him off guard somewhat. “Daddy” she said cooing. “Do you love me?”. Daddy reply with a yes and a deep passionate kiss. “Then can you fuck me raw?” Daddy looked at her inquisitively. “Winston obviously wants to breed me. He now owns and he wants to impregnate me” Liz replied with lust filled eyes. “Your sperm can help fulfill that for him … for us, Daddy”. After a slight pause she finished with a school girl like voice “you know I’ll do anything”. Daddy’s cock began to grow again.
As Daddy's cock began to grow, Liz couldn't help but notice the effect she had on him. She leaned in closer, her voice taking on a more sultry tone as she whispered against his ear. "I want to feel you inside me, Daddy. I need your cum deep within my womb." Her words were laced with a desire that was both primal and submissive, echoing the same fervor she had shown towards Winston.
Daddy's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed her request. He knew that Liz had always been his to command, but this was different. This wasn't just about dominance and submission; it had become intertwined with a primal need to fulfill Winston's claim on her as well. The dynamics at play had shifted, creating a complex web of desires and dominance.
With his growing erection as proof of her effect on him, Daddy turned Liz around. He gently but firmly pushed against the small of her back until she was bent over, presenting herself to him just as she had done with Winston. "You're asking me for a breeding," he murmured, his breath against her skin sending shivers down Liz's spine. "You're asking me to fill you up, not just for pleasure or submission but as part of a primal pact with our canine companion."
Liz nodded fervently, her hands on the floor as she arched herself back towards Daddy. "Yes," she whispered urgently, her desire beyond words.
With that consent hanging in the air like an unspoken promise Daddy pushed into Liz. His cock found its way easily, her readiness from the previous session making his entry smooth and effortless.
As he thrust into Liz's depths Daddy couldn't help but think of the primal tapestry they were weaving with Winston as a silent yet influential participant. This wasn't just an act of love or passion; it was about marking territories in the most intimate manner.
Liz, with each push of Daddy's body against hers felt a deep and profound fulfillment. This wasn't just about sexual gratification; it was an acceptance of Winston's dominance and her submission to that, through the man she loved.
Their climax this time around was less intense perhaps but more poignant. Daddy's seed found its home deep within her womb, potentially fulfilling the unspoken need Liz and Winston had suggested – that of creating or gestating a new life.
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So that’s the end of this series. I hope you enjoyed. I have more stories involving either Liz, Daddy or Winston. So if you’d like to read them then send me a private message or alternatively hang around and I may post them here eventually.