Prompt: I arrive home to find a strange man hypnotizing my 18yo daughter. He looks at me, "Guess the dogs are getting to breed a new bitch tonight after all!".
Jenny stared down at her daughter, disbelief robbing her of speech as she struggled to parse the scene before her. She could have understood it if Amanda had reacted with shame or surprise when her mother came home early, but she just kept looking back, her tongue out and panting, and naked save the dog collar. Jenny took a step forward. “Mandy?” She waved her hand in front of Amanda’s eyes. “Mandy, what’s going on?”
Amanda’s eyes met hers, focusing for a moment, and she let out a long, high whine that trailed off into a whimper as she shifted her weight slightly from one leg to the other. She pawed at the carpet in front of her as her eyes lost their focus again and she let out another whine, just as urgent but less distressed. A whine of desperate need.
Jenny had no idea what to do. Clearly her daughter needed something, but what? Who do you call when your previously normal child is crawling around whining like a bitch in heat? She tried to clear her mind. If she could focus on the next thing, and then the next and the next, she could get through… whatever this was. And the first step she could think of was to cover Amanda up until… until she could think of the next thing.
She went to the bedroom for a blanket, thinking as she went. Maybe there was a mental health crisis line to call? Even if they weren’t the people to help, they’d probably know what to do. She picked up the comforter from her bed and began to walk back when she heard the front door open.
She heard Amanda in the other room yipping, which sounded entirely too canine for her comfort. A mans voice cut across the almost-barking. “Whoa, girl! It’s okay, daddy’s here now! Look, I brought you some friends, just like I promised.”
She snuck back towards her bedroom door, trying not to be too visible as she peeked out. She saw an older man in a blazer and slacks with two young guys, both of whom were stripping as he caressed Amanda’s face. They “See, little girl? They’re just like you! They’re a little farther along, but not much. You’re gonna have so much fun with them.” Amanda whined, looking between the man before her and the two behind him. Jenny could see both had their mouths open and tongues out, just like Amanda. As she regarded her daughter, Amanda’s eyes locked on hers for a moment, before she looked away with a pitiful “boowrooo”. The older man looked up, following Amanda’s gaze. “What’s the matter pup-”
He saw her, and saw her see him, and in that moment she saw his striking blue eyes go from warm to ice-cold. She ducked back into her room, trapped, as she heard his voice say “You two. Fetch.” She tried to hide in the closet, cursing herself even as she did so for not trying the window. They were far faster, and she didn’t get the door shut before they were on her, dragging her screaming from her pitiful hiding spot. The older man met them at the door to the bedroom with a dispassionate look as the two younger men held her up by her pinned arms. She shrieked as he reached out and took her chin in a firm one-handed grip. “Quiet.”
She went quiet. It didn’t even occur to her to do anything else. She just had to get through this, whatever this was. He nodded. “Good girl. There’s no need for any of that. We can talk this out like adults, right?” She nodded back, or at least her head moved up and down. It was suddenly hard to discern whether she had chosen to do that, or if he had moved her chin for her. He let her go and pointed to the other room and said “Chair.”
She was moving before the two at her arms were. They weren’t being rough, but they were both very strong. They sat her down in the living room recliner, keeping their hold as they knelt on either side. The other took his place on the couch next to where Amanda sat, looking in agitation between her mother and the older man. He addressed Amanda first: “Did you know she would be here this evening?” She shook her head. “Good. I would hate to see so much potential ruined by lies now that you’re so close.”
He turned to Jenny. “My name is Mr Jackson. You may call me sir. Is that understood?” She nodded, uncomfortably aware of his command for quiet. “Good. Now, I want to apologize for any distress this visit may have caused. I’ll be sure to fix that for you before I leave.” He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a small crystal pendant. “I’m going to help you relax now. This works better if you go along with it, so try and let go of your worries as I speak.” He began to swing the crystal before her eyes. It spun and caught the light in a captivating way. She almost didn’t notice him take hold of her wrist, firmly but without pain. “Follow the crystal. Look deep within it as it goes back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.”
She did so and found herself loosening up despite herself. Her shoulders lost their tension and she began to sink into the chair. “Look into the facets, each one is a window into your mind, a little reflection of your thoughts and feelings. See how blank they are. Pure as the driven snow.”
She felt her mind clearing, empty but for the crystal. Her head bobbed as she struggled to stay upright, her muscles all seemed to be shutting down of their own accord. She was almost drifting off when the swinging stopped. She managed to bring her gaze to meet Mr Jackson’s, who was looking puzzled. “Have you been hypnotized before?” She shook her head. “Do you meditate?” She shook her head. He sat back again, contemplative. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone go under that fast. I thought your daughter was quite the find when I brought her under in less than ten minutes, but she apparently gets it from you. How old are you?”
She sat up a little. “I’m thirty-five, sir.” His eyebrows rose. “In that case, you’ve got another, what, ten years till menopause at the bare minimum. Oh, yes. You’ll do nicely. Looks like the dogs get to breed two bitches tonight. Rover, get her to the table. King, bring the other.”
“W-wait- wait hold on!” She was starting to come back to her senses as Rover stood and dragged her over to the table and pushed her horizontally prone across it. Mr. Jackson stood opposite her, the crystal out again. “What did you do to them? What are you doing to me??”
“Those are basically the same question. I found the most obedient pets I could, and trained them.” He pulled out the pendant again. “And seeing what a natural you are, I feel it would be a terrible waste to let those submissive genes go unexpressed. And here in twenty years, perhaps some of your new children will be fit for the next generation of breeding.” He began to swing the pendant in front of her. “Now follow closely, this is important. You want this. You want to be bred. You want to bear litter after litter of the best pets you can.” She shook her head even as the thoughts filled her head and her pussy began to grow damp. “You want this. It makes you so horny to think about you can barely stand it.” The dog- no, the man behind her pulled down her pants, exposing her dripping cunt. She heard a deep, guttural whine as a pair of exploratory fingers entered her cunt. “You want this. You have always wanted this. This is a dream come true. Nod if you understand.” She felt so muddled. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but his words and the attention she was getting from behind were almost too much. She nodded, and he broke out in a smile, still swinging the gem. “Good girl. Rover, you may begin.”
He was inside her in an instant, thrusting desperately. She moaned as he did so, the pleasure overtaking her senses. She barely noticed when Amanda’s face was suddenly before hers, bent across the table from the other side in perfect symmetry. Amanda tried to speak “Uh, uh, muh, muhwoom?” She couldn’t answer her, except with a wordless cry of ecstasy as Rover thrust deeper and deeper. She felt her orgasm building, and began to thrust back into him, trying to push herself over the edge.
Jenny was a woman of the world. She’d had good lovers before who had found how best to bring her to orgasm. Amanda’s father, some of her college boyfriends, even her prom date had all done adequately, but none of them prepared her for the mind melting bliss she experienced when she felt Rover begin to thrust faster and harder before his own orgasm, and she went limp on the table, lost to the pleasure.
There were other words, explanations and orders and rules that she learned well into the night. Rules that would, in the coming weeks, keep her and Amanda from discussing any of this. Rules that would find her kneeling on the ground next to her daughter whenever Mr Jackson brought the dogs over to breed them. They would still get up and go about their lives, of course. They’d go to the store, watch TV, and pointedly not discuss how they were both filling out.
But right now, Jenny was lost in the bliss of the moment, fulfilling her role by letting herself be bred, and the satisfaction of knowing deep down that she was a very good dog.
Prompt: I arrive home to find a strange man hypnotizing my 18yo daughter. He looks at me, "Guess the dogs are getting to breed a new bitch tonight after all!".
Turn offs: scat, gore.
Turn ons: dogs, NC, breeding/pregnancy
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Jenny stared down at her daughter, disbelief robbing her of speech as she struggled to parse the scene before her. She could have understood it if Amanda had reacted with shame or surprise when her mother came home early, but she just kept looking back, her tongue out and panting, and naked save the dog collar. Jenny took a step forward. “Mandy?” She waved her hand in front of Amanda’s eyes. “Mandy, what’s going on?”
Amanda’s eyes met hers, focusing for a moment, and she let out a long, high whine that trailed off into a whimper as she shifted her weight slightly from one leg to the other. She pawed at the carpet in front of her as her eyes lost their focus again and she let out another whine, just as urgent but less distressed. A whine of desperate need.
Jenny had no idea what to do. Clearly her daughter needed something, but what? Who do you call when your previously normal child is crawling around whining like a bitch in heat? She tried to clear her mind. If she could focus on the next thing, and then the next and the next, she could get through… whatever this was. And the first step she could think of was to cover Amanda up until… until she could think of the next thing.
She went to the bedroom for a blanket, thinking as she went. Maybe there was a mental health crisis line to call? Even if they weren’t the people to help, they’d probably know what to do. She picked up the comforter from her bed and began to walk back when she heard the front door open.
She heard Amanda in the other room yipping, which sounded entirely too canine for her comfort. A mans voice cut across the almost-barking. “Whoa, girl! It’s okay, daddy’s here now! Look, I brought you some friends, just like I promised.”
She snuck back towards her bedroom door, trying not to be too visible as she peeked out. She saw an older man in a blazer and slacks with two young guys, both of whom were stripping as he caressed Amanda’s face. They “See, little girl? They’re just like you! They’re a little farther along, but not much. You’re gonna have so much fun with them.” Amanda whined, looking between the man before her and the two behind him. Jenny could see both had their mouths open and tongues out, just like Amanda. As she regarded her daughter, Amanda’s eyes locked on hers for a moment, before she looked away with a pitiful “boowrooo”. The older man looked up, following Amanda’s gaze. “What’s the matter pup-”
He saw her, and saw her see him, and in that moment she saw his striking blue eyes go from warm to ice-cold. She ducked back into her room, trapped, as she heard his voice say “You two. Fetch.” She tried to hide in the closet, cursing herself even as she did so for not trying the window. They were far faster, and she didn’t get the door shut before they were on her, dragging her screaming from her pitiful hiding spot. The older man met them at the door to the bedroom with a dispassionate look as the two younger men held her up by her pinned arms. She shrieked as he reached out and took her chin in a firm one-handed grip. “Quiet.”
She went quiet. It didn’t even occur to her to do anything else. She just had to get through this, whatever this was. He nodded. “Good girl. There’s no need for any of that. We can talk this out like adults, right?” She nodded back, or at least her head moved up and down. It was suddenly hard to discern whether she had chosen to do that, or if he had moved her chin for her. He let her go and pointed to the other room and said “Chair.”
She was moving before the two at her arms were. They weren’t being rough, but they were both very strong. They sat her down in the living room recliner, keeping their hold as they knelt on either side. The other took his place on the couch next to where Amanda sat, looking in agitation between her mother and the older man. He addressed Amanda first: “Did you know she would be here this evening?” She shook her head. “Good. I would hate to see so much potential ruined by lies now that you’re so close.”
He turned to Jenny. “My name is Mr Jackson. You may call me sir. Is that understood?” She nodded, uncomfortably aware of his command for quiet. “Good. Now, I want to apologize for any distress this visit may have caused. I’ll be sure to fix that for you before I leave.” He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a small crystal pendant. “I’m going to help you relax now. This works better if you go along with it, so try and let go of your worries as I speak.” He began to swing the crystal before her eyes. It spun and caught the light in a captivating way. She almost didn’t notice him take hold of her wrist, firmly but without pain. “Follow the crystal. Look deep within it as it goes back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.”
She did so and found herself loosening up despite herself. Her shoulders lost their tension and she began to sink into the chair. “Look into the facets, each one is a window into your mind, a little reflection of your thoughts and feelings. See how blank they are. Pure as the driven snow.”
She felt her mind clearing, empty but for the crystal. Her head bobbed as she struggled to stay upright, her muscles all seemed to be shutting down of their own accord. She was almost drifting off when the swinging stopped. She managed to bring her gaze to meet Mr Jackson’s, who was looking puzzled. “Have you been hypnotized before?” She shook her head. “Do you meditate?” She shook her head. He sat back again, contemplative. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone go under that fast. I thought your daughter was quite the find when I brought her under in less than ten minutes, but she apparently gets it from you. How old are you?”
She sat up a little. “I’m thirty-five, sir.” His eyebrows rose. “In that case, you’ve got another, what, ten years till menopause at the bare minimum. Oh, yes. You’ll do nicely. Looks like the dogs get to breed two bitches tonight. Rover, get her to the table. King, bring the other.”
“W-wait- wait hold on!” She was starting to come back to her senses as Rover stood and dragged her over to the table and pushed her horizontally prone across it. Mr. Jackson stood opposite her, the crystal out again. “What did you do to them? What are you doing to me??”
“Those are basically the same question. I found the most obedient pets I could, and trained them.” He pulled out the pendant again. “And seeing what a natural you are, I feel it would be a terrible waste to let those submissive genes go unexpressed. And here in twenty years, perhaps some of your new children will be fit for the next generation of breeding.” He began to swing the pendant in front of her. “Now follow closely, this is important. You want this. You want to be bred. You want to bear litter after litter of the best pets you can.” She shook her head even as the thoughts filled her head and her pussy began to grow damp. “You want this. It makes you so horny to think about you can barely stand it.” The dog- no, the man behind her pulled down her pants, exposing her dripping cunt. She heard a deep, guttural whine as a pair of exploratory fingers entered her cunt. “You want this. You have always wanted this. This is a dream come true. Nod if you understand.” She felt so muddled. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but his words and the attention she was getting from behind were almost too much. She nodded, and he broke out in a smile, still swinging the gem. “Good girl. Rover, you may begin.”
He was inside her in an instant, thrusting desperately. She moaned as he did so, the pleasure overtaking her senses. She barely noticed when Amanda’s face was suddenly before hers, bent across the table from the other side in perfect symmetry. Amanda tried to speak “Uh, uh, muh, muhwoom?” She couldn’t answer her, except with a wordless cry of ecstasy as Rover thrust deeper and deeper. She felt her orgasm building, and began to thrust back into him, trying to push herself over the edge.
Jenny was a woman of the world. She’d had good lovers before who had found how best to bring her to orgasm. Amanda’s father, some of her college boyfriends, even her prom date had all done adequately, but none of them prepared her for the mind melting bliss she experienced when she felt Rover begin to thrust faster and harder before his own orgasm, and she went limp on the table, lost to the pleasure.
There were other words, explanations and orders and rules that she learned well into the night. Rules that would, in the coming weeks, keep her and Amanda from discussing any of this. Rules that would find her kneeling on the ground next to her daughter whenever Mr Jackson brought the dogs over to breed them. They would still get up and go about their lives, of course. They’d go to the store, watch TV, and pointedly not discuss how they were both filling out.
But right now, Jenny was lost in the bliss of the moment, fulfilling her role by letting herself be bred, and the satisfaction of knowing deep down that she was a very good dog.
Prompt by: @pregojeni