Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"Yeah, that sounds great."

"All right, I'll shave it and keep it shaved.

[she looked down to address the boys] I will not wear anything under my dress so you boys can examine my pussy when you feel the need to do so. You must assume it is clean and ask politely, using the proper term, vagina. If you say, 'Mother, I'd like to examine your vagina,' I will allow you one minute in the position you prefer. You may part the labia lips and you may even pull the hole open and peer inside, but you may not insert anything.

You may examine my pussy one time unless I am ever alone with Ruff for any reasonable length of time. I will determine what is reasonable, but I should think two minutes is a minimum. I could not get him mounted and finished in under two minutes if I tried, but if it is over two minutes and you think we may have done something in that time, I will grant your request and give each of you the opportunity to satisfy yourselves that I behaved properly in that time. Is everyone happy, now? Am I the kind of bitch you want me to be? Is there anything else I can do to amuse you? I want it all out now. Harold, how about you? Are you satisfied?"

Harold nodded his head. Jenny looked to Bill.

"Are you happy, Bill?"

"Yeah, if you do like you say, sure."

She looked to Douglas. "How about you, Douglas? Am I the bitch you want now?"

"I already said I was satisfied."

"I know, but I've set terms and conditions since then. Do those terms and conditions seem reasonable?"

"Yeah, as long as you live up to them, I'll have no complaint. I just want you to be a good bitch. It sounds to me like you're resolved to being a good bitch.

Just see that you stay that way. There's no going back as long as you're married to me. You're a bitch, now, and you're going to stay a bitch."

"I understand that, Douglas. You win. I'm a bitch and I will remain a bitch. I will not fight it ever again.

Furthermore, I am resolved to be a good bitch. I am sure you will all be well entertained and thoroughly amused. I won't begrudge you that. I won't do anything with Ruff unless I have an audience."

She looked to Heather. "How about you, Heather? You're part of the family, now.

Is there anything you want?"

"Yes, there is. First, I want you to wear a dog collar, always. Second, I want you to remain naked except for high heels, always when in this house. Third, your knees should never be closer than necessary. You need to keep your bitch cunt out and open where the dog has access to it. Fourth, you need to teach Ruff how to fuck your ass and your mouth in order to be a good bitch and be able to offer variety, and you should swallow his cum when he fucks you in the mouth. Fifth, you should put on performances when you fuck, and if they aren't entertaining enough, not dirty enough, not vulgar enough, or you don't grovel enough for the dog's cock, you should get a beating with a belt from each person who gives you a thumb's down so that you'll try harder next time. What number am I on?"

Douglas said, "Six."

"Sixth, since Doug's wife is a dog's bitch, he should be permitted to keep a mistress, several if he wishes, and you should be subordinate to all mistresses. When a mistress sleeps over, you should be kept on a chain at the foot of the bed. Seventh, since your sons have a bitch for a mother, they should be permitted to practice sex on you and experiment using your body. You should entertain their friends and let them sell your sexual services to their buddies. I should have that same right as long as Harold is my boyfriend. Other than those seven little things, no, nothing."

They were all looking at Heather as though she'd just emerged from a flying saucer. Clearly, they were not a sophisticated group of bestiality buffs, and exotic sex was doing it with the lights on. Heather got the impression that Jenny had never cheated, never sucked a dick in her life, never used her anus as a sex organ, and hadn't given incest much thought. She was thinking about those things, now, as were her guys. Heather's ideas were a big hit with them.

As Jenny looked from guy to guy, she saw they each wanted to make major modifications in their wish lists. If she felt fucked before, she felt royally screwed now. A new genie had emerged from the bestial bottle and this genie was a nasty fucker in a pompom skirt.

Heather let the message sink in and drew everyone's attention to the thorough licking she was still getting. She did this by getting to her back and drawing her legs up, pushing out as she held herself at the knees, making a spread the dog feasted on.

The guys left Jenny to gather around. Jenny joined them. Heather could see that Jenny's mind wasn't completely on the debauch at hand. She was still mulling over being beaten for not being vulgar enough when she thought allowing a dog to fuck her was about as vulgar as a woman can get. Heather dashed that notion and made what she'd been doing seem tame, child's play.

To be the bitch Heather wanted was to be a bitch, a slut and a bitch, a bisexual incestuous bitch slut. Clearly, the woman needed help getting over that hump.

As Jenny observed the performance Heather put on, she knew her guys were thoroughly won over to Heather's idea of what a bitch should be. She was their queen. She was now running the asylum and the bitch was nuts, a slut, a true pervert of the highest order, and the one who probably corrupted a good dog who ended up corrupting a decent man, good kids, and a wife who never strayed or thought an impure thought until a handsome animal fell in love with her sexy body and wouldn't leave her alone. The genie was, indeed, out of the bottle, but how to get it back without losing her family, and more importantly, how to get this new genie out of her once happy Hebrew home.

Heather watched Jenny closely and could almost read her thoughts. The woman wanted out badly but could see no way. She was at a crossroads and could go either way. Heather knew her mother would know how to deal with a situation like this, but Heather didn't know what to do. She was winging it and didn't have a great deal of hands-on experience backing her up.

Heather was losing ground fast as Jenny slid deeper and deeper into remorse and regret. She could not let herself become like Heather, no way could she let that happen, no way could she writhe shamelessly under a mutt the way Heather did, not with her guys looking on like sex fiends. She shuddered at the thought.

Heather saw that she was losing but was powerless to stop herself from writhing shamelessly, not with a tongue that felt that good and three guys watching from up close. The dog was almost out of peanut butter and would mount someone. She was the one in position. She was the one who'd get fucked. The plan was coming unraveled like a Mexican sweater.

The dog finished his treat and simply stepped over Heather. Someone guided his cock and he was soon fucking the bitch in the pompom skirt. Heather went nuts.

They never saw such cock groveling. The bitch was in heat and getting what she craved, a good animal rut on the floor in public. Jenny was so disgusted, she quietly put her dress back on and left the scene, left the house, and left the county.

She called from her parents' house in Denton two hours later, two dog fucks and a dog blow job later, six human fucks and three human blow jobs later. She wanted to speak to the bitch. Douglas put Heather on as Ruff got mounted and sent his dick up her ass: "This is… ughh… Heather!"

"I want you out of my house and out of my son's life. You are an evil demon sent straight from Hell. In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, I demand you be gone and never return."

"Was it… ughh… something I said… ughh?"

"You know very well what you said. How dare you corrupt my good family. How dare you do your filthy work in a good Christian home-I mean, Jewish home. How dare you corrupt innocent children with your evil filth."