The first time I stood before Madam Phyllis, who initiated me with the lash, my flimsy dress was beautiful and white, my sisters—girls exactly my age with long straight brushed-out hair, stood around me in the very same dresses—while the dogs came and went.
Madam Phyllis stepped up to me on the raised platform and smeared a think dose of my own shit on my lips.
I was so excited to have my own shit on my face.
“Will you obey? Obey all that is asked of you?
Will you be a dog whore?”
“Yes Madam, with all my heart.”
“Then lick your lips,” Madam said loudly.
As I licked the shit happily, the other girls clapped.
Then Madam lifted my dress to my waist and a dog was led up to my hairy pussy to give me pleasure.
He lapped loudly at my sex organs until I climaxed. The animal licked and licked as the others watched, excited, touching themselves.
An hour later my sisters and I were fucking in one of the Church’s Initiation Rooms. Girls were pissing on each other, then cleaning up the drops of pee with broad strokes of their tongues.
And lapping it off the floor, our hair wet. Others were eating shit off each other’s asses, or guiding the cock-stiff male dogs to do so.
Girls and animals were wildly intertwined, screaming in their orgasms. It went on and on, shrieks filling the air as the matrons watched.
The animals and the girls were making love, coupling properly as husbands and wives, cementing our bonds of matrimony.
In the cult all the dogs were husbands to us and we had to serve.
Whippings were reserved by the Madams for those girls who seemed to forget—even for a moment—that they were there to worship dog dick.
That was why Pastor Ronnie had established the Church of Wonder.
The next day, my sisters and I stood before Madam Phyllis once again, and the other two Madams assigned to us, who handed each of us a new, folded, white dress for every day. “Put them on,” Phyllis told us tersely.
The madams were dressed severely, in long grey dresses.
My sisters and I stripped off our Novitiate clothes and put them in a pile.
The new dresses were the same, but had “holes” cut out of them—on the front our bushes, thick with animal hair, were entirely exposed; on the back, the dogs had uninterrupted access to our back-sides.
“Your husbands, girls will find these dresses a bit more convenient for their use,” Miss Roberts said evilly. “You will immediately yield to their slightest desires to mate.
Or you will be whipped till blood comes—understand?”
“Yes mistress,” we shouted in unison. Madam Delores brought a dog into our midst.
At firs the dumb animal seemed confused. He was a beautiful chocolate Lab named Chico.
“Just stand there, girls.
Let him choose one of you.” Eventually Chico brushed against a girl named Leslie, then turned and tongued her pussy through the hole in her dress.
Leslie dropped to the floor instantly and pulled up her dress.
As she did so she spread her legs invitingly and cried, “Chico, good doggie.
Here.
Here, lick me!
Lick me you fucker! Lick my fucking twat!”
The animal was growing excited by all the female scent in the room.
My sisters and I covered the dog, kissing his lapping mouth lustily and pulling on his lengthening red dong.
Soon he and Leslie were knotted, her eyes bulging as Chico fucked her brains out, his nails scrambling on the shiny concrete floor.
It was beautiful to see Leslie being bred to an animal.
We all went to find a suitable “husband” four own to fuck.
Each morning we were lined up in front of the three frowning matrons to be inspected.
We were all lesbian and all K-9. The size of our muffs—the cunt hair covering our young pussies—was examined.
Then we had to raise our arms to make certain the thick hair of our armpits was un-touched and of sufficient growth to pass for an animal.
“You mate with beasts,” we were constantly told. “You have to grow hair on your bodies to be worthy of being screwed by huge dog dicks.”
“Yes, Mistress,” we would reply.
“If a beast licks you, or if he fucks you, you must grateful.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Then we bent over and were flogged hard, each day, till we screamed from the pain. It went on and on.
Some of the girls cried. Then the matrons pulled some of us aside for their own pleasure and sexually abused us. We had to have sex with them.
“Will you be obedient?
Will you do as we say?”
“Yes Mistress,” we would sniffle.
Then we each took an animal to begin our fucking.
And our fucking of each other.
As committed lesbians in a sex cult, we licked and sucked our dripping pussies, screaming and moaning with desire for one another and for beasts.
Adele was being eaten out by a dog named Trevor, lying on her back, her legs open to him. I crawled over to her, squatted over her face, and slowly shit in her mouth, balancing myself carefully while Adele quietly ate it all.
When I was done shitting on my sister, I licked some of the remaining shit off her face, and we giggled about it.
But then Trevor the dog’s tonguing gripped her in pleasure and she began to moan, as she held his head steady. Adele started to squirt because she couldn’t help herself.
She emptied her piss on the dog’s snout.
She was cumming again, thrashing around.
The dog lost interest, so I fisted the girl for a bit—waiting for a dog, any dog, to notice I was sexually available to be fucked. Girls were copulating with beasts everywhere there in the large airconditioned barn. You could hear their cries echoing, see animals humping them, holding them with their forelegs as they stuffed the young women with their thick red dicks.Occasionally you could see beautiful girls being whipped for “mistakes” by the matrons, dressed head to foot in grey uniforms.
Many of the girls were sobbing, made to do things that they weren’t ready for, too revolting for them.
They would be dragged out and forced to suck a dog’s cock for all to see, and drink doggie sperm.