The Cabin
The man walked slowly, gripping Elion's leash.
The forest path grew deeper and darker with every step. Branches tangled overhead until they nearly blotted out the sun, and the damp leaves underfoot squelched wetly with each tread. How long they walked, she could not tell. Whenever the wind stirred, thin shafts of light filtered through the leaves and struck the moss on a cabin roof, making it glitter a vivid green.
The closer they came, the filthier the cabin looked.
One side of the roof had sagged, rain-stains dark and obvious. The walls were rotting through in places, riddled with holes. The windows still held shards of broken glass no one had bothered to clear; a few rough planks had been nailed over them in a crude patch. Three rusted traps lay tangled by the door, and beside them a heap of withered deer and rabbit hides. When the wind blew, a rank, fishy stench rose from the skins. The air itself was thick with the reek of old blood, mold, rotting wood, and the sour smell of liquor left open for weeks—enough to choke a person.
The man kicked the door hard with his boot.
Bang!
It swung halfway open and a cloud of dust billowed up.
"Get in, you bitch."
He yanked the leash. Elion's front legs flailed in empty air as she was hauled over the threshold. The moment she stepped inside, the damp smell of wood and mold stabbed her nose. The floor was old planking, rotten in places; every step produced a long, complaining creak, and there were holes big enough to swallow a foot.
The room was even worse.
Four or five empty liquor bottles rolled across a small table. Half-eaten scraps of dried meat, a hunting knife with blood crusted on the hilt, and stained rags lay scattered everywhere. An old leather whip hung from a rusted nail on one wall. In the corner a filthy blanket had been thrown down, and on top of it rested a heavy dog collar with a chain attached.
Once Elion was fully inside, the man slammed the door shut and immediately clipped her leash to an iron ring driven into the floor.
He had shortened the chain so tightly that her face was forced almost to the boards; she had no choice but to stay on her belly.
"Fuck, you stink."
He looked down at the feces and urine caked along her inner thighs, calves, and the base of her tail, sniffed once, then wrinkled his nose and clicked his tongue.
"Filthy bitch. Need a wash."
He dragged over a large wooden tub that had been stacked in the corner.
It had once been hollowed from a log for drawing water; now the inside was coated in rust, grime, and moss. The man went out, filled buckets at the well, and made three round trips before the tub was half full. Then he hauled Elion by the leash and shoved her in.
Splash!
Icy water instantly covered her hips, belly, and breasts.
Elion curled in on herself by instinct and let out a small whimper.
"Woof……"
"Hold still. I'll scrub you."
He rolled up his sleeves and began rubbing her body with rough hands.
Fingers black under the nails scraped hard around her anus, scrubbed her inner thighs with brutal force. It was supposed to be washing, but the motion was closer to torture. Her skin flushed red and raw under the friction.
"Look at this cunt. Even while I'm cleaning her she's dripping wet."
He pressed his index and middle fingers together and roughly rubbed her clitoris, snickering.
The full-head mask left Elion completely blind. All she could register were the coarse scrape of his hands, the cold water, the musty stench, and the man's low laughter—and from those she pieced together the situation she was in. Every one of them gradually pulled soft, blissful breaths from her lungs.
Fear. Shame. Anticipation.
"Nngh-uuugh♡"
At first the man had pretended to wash her with some care; soon he grew openly lewd.
He pinched and twisted her nipples hard, shoved two fingers into her anus at once and pumped them in and out. In the end he could no longer hold back; he dropped his trousers.
"All right. Time for real food."
He dragged her head out of the tub, forced her face-down on the floor, unzipped the mouth of the mask, and shoved his cock straight in.
"Suck it properly. Or I'll piss in your dog bowl."
"Woof…♡"
Even as she choked, Elion had to work her tongue. The man gripped her head and thrust deeper and deeper. Every time he bottomed out in her throat her body jerked in spasms. After using her mouth like a fleshlight for a long while, he suddenly pulled free, zipped the mask shut again, stepped behind her, and cracked his open palm across her ass.
Smack—
"Ass up."
Startled by the sudden blow, she obediently lifted her hips high.
Without hesitation the man drove his cock—slick with her spit and his own precum—straight into her anus.
Thrust!
"Hhhk… fucking tight."
Elion twisted in pain and howled.
"Woof♡! Woof woof♡!!"
The cries only fed his sadism. He slapped her ass again.
"Fucking bitch, acting like you don't want it."
Her mouth was free, yet she had never once spoken a word of refusal; as far as the man was concerned she was enjoying every second.
"Right? You're loving this. Say no if you don't."
"Woof woof♡!! Woof♡!!"
Elion shook her head and screamed Stop!! with everything she had, but to him it was only the writhing and barking of a dog that didn't mind.
"You perverted cunt-bitch."
Lust had burned away his reason. He ravaged her ass without mercy. At last Elion came with a string of frantic barks, and the man's seed flooded her rectum at the same moment. He savored the afterglow a few seconds, then pulled free, stroked her head while catching his breath, and unzipped the mask again.
"Suck it again. This time swallow it all the way down your throat."
Her anus still burning, Elion was dragged forward by the hair. The hot cock, still smeared with her own filth, pushed back into her mouth. At first the taste and the lack of air made her gag, but as he found a rhythm her tongue moved on its own. Tears ran inside the mask every time her throat bulged, yet the masochistic thrill and the sheer sense of being owned made her cunt grow wet all over again.
"Good girl. Getting better."
"Ghk-ghk-ghk♡!!"
He seized her head with both hands and drove deep. Every convulsive swallow of her throat sent raw pleasure through him; suddenly he felt the urge to piss and, still buried in her throat, simply let go.
"Gaaahk♡!! Khh-grrr♡!!"
Elion thrashed at the sudden flood of urine boiling in her throat, but he held her fast and emptied every last drop inside her. Only when the deep satisfaction hit did he pull out—and without giving her a second to recover he lined up at her cunt.
"Cough-cough… woof♡!! Woof woof♡!!"
She was so hypersensitive that the single full thrust made her whole body seize. He pounded her like a madman while snatching up the leather whip and lashing her back and ass.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"We're not done. Cry more—like a dog!"
Every stroke made her body jolt and her cunt clamp hard around him. The pain was sharp, yet inside it a strange heat began to bloom. At first there was only pain; after the third, fifth, tenth blow she could picture her own wretched state so vividly that her hips started rocking back of their own accord. Feeling her cunt try to swallow him deeper, the man laughed.
He yanked her hair and slammed harder. For a moment Elion's body shuddered violently—
"Woof woof woof♡!!!!"
—and she came a fourth time in a long, broken howl. Her legs gave out and she tried to collapse, but the man, still unsatisfied, locked her hips and refused to let go. The overstimulated friction was pure agony now; she thrashed with every ounce of strength left, yet she could do nothing.
Time lost all meaning. The cabin filled with the stench of sweat, semen, urine, and blood.
At last the man buried himself to the hilt one final time, flooded her cunt, and collapsed onto the floor, gasping.
"Haa… haa… fuck, what a crazy bitch… how the hell is a cunt this good?"
Sweat-soaked, he flopped onto the blanket and caught his breath.
Elion remained on her belly, still chained short to the floor. Her whole body was striped with red welts; semen and urine ran thickly down her face, breasts, belly, back, and thighs. White fluid still oozed from both cunt and ass. Her legs trembled; her shoulders heaved with ragged breaths.
Face pressed to the boards, she panted and felt the residual heat still coiling inside her. Tears slid inside the mask, but they were thick with satisfaction.
Soon the man began to snore on the blanket.
A fragile sense of safety washed over Elion; she nearly drifted off herself.
That was when it happened.
In the dark corner of the cabin, a massive hunting dog that had been crouched motionless slowly rose.
"Ruff…… ruff……"
Bolt.
The man's pet hunting dog—a huge black-and-brown beast well over eighty kilograms, dense muscle rippling with every movement. Claws scraped softly across the floorboards.
Bolt approached at a leisurely pace and pressed his nose deep against the ruined bitch's rump, drawing a long breath. Feeling that hot snort, Elion startled upright onto all fours and tried to back away—but the chain fixed to the floor left her nowhere to go.
The mingled scents of semen, urine, blood from the whip marks, and her own still-aroused body odor made Bolt's eyes flash.
"Ruff…… ruff-ruff……!"
He growled low and planted his forepaws on the exhausted Elion's back.
Eighty kilograms of weight settled onto her; she understood at once what the dog intended.
"Woof♡!! Woof woof♡!!"
She had already become the slave of the golem she herself had created, lost every scrap of power, been humiliated, lost her way, and been raped by a stranger—but she would not be taken by a dog as well.
Yet the mask left her blind; all she could feel was the scorching breath, the crushing bulk descending, the scrape of coarse fur.
Bolt did not hesitate.
His long, red cock had already slipped free of its sheath—tapered at the tip, thickening toward the middle, a heavy knot swelling at the base.
Hours of use had left Elion's cunt swollen and still leaking sticky fluid.
Bolt gave one long lick, then thrust his hips forward.
Thrust——!
"Woof♡!! Woof woof woof♡!!!!"
The dog's cock was far longer and hotter than any human's.
More than half of it slammed home in a single stroke. Elion's body pitched forward; her face smashed into the floor. Every resolve never to let a dog fuck her vanished in that instant. This hunting dog with its monstrous cock was the predator; she was the prey.
Bolt locked his forelegs around her waist and pistoned with brutal, rapid strokes.
Slap-slap-slap-slap……
Every time her body rocked, the chain rattled.
The knot began to batter her entrance harder. It was not yet fully swollen, but already nearly as thick as a human wrist, forcing its way in.
"Woof♡! Woof woof♡…… woof♡!!"
She trembled with pain, yet deep inside a familiar heat surged upward.
The pleasure Lowen had carved into her body over days and nights, and the submissive ecstasy she had learned in these hours of being treated as a bitch-slave, rang through her spine like a struck bell.
Elion shuddered and clenched around him; the tighter she gripped, the more excited Bolt became.
His hips went wild, and at last the knot shoved fully inside.
"Woof woof woof woof♡!!!!!"
As the knot locked, her entrance stretched to the point of tearing. In that same instant the wave of climax crashed over her; she collapsed with only her ass still raised.
But a dog's cock, once the knot is in, swells further and will not come free. Even while she quivered through the aftershocks, her cunt was locked solid around him.
Bolt gave a few final savage thrusts, then stilled.
The knot ballooned completely, packing her full. Hot seed poured out without end—once, twice, three times…… enough that her belly rounded slightly.
"Hhk…… hhk…… woof♡…… woof♡……"
Elion could only pant with her face mashed to the floor as the pressure of dog cum flooded her womb.
Bolt stayed mounted on her back, breathing contentedly. Because of the thick knot they would remain tied for at least fifteen or twenty minutes—perhaps longer.
Throughout that long stretch Elion kept climaxing in small, helpless waves.
Pain, shame, and the irresistible pleasure of being dominated mixed until her mind went blank white. The man still snored. Inside the cabin only his snoring and Elion's sobbing barks echoed.
At last the knot shrank enough for Bolt to pull free slowly.
Gush——
Hot semen and her own fluids poured out together, soaking the floor.
Elion sprawled completely spent.
Tears kept sliding inside the mask, unseen by anyone. Even her breathing grew thin.
But…… it was not over yet.
Bolt began to sniff her scent once more.