FSE

Furry search engine

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Hello Readers!

This story has remained in my bookcase for at least 3 months. I wrote it a long time ago for my own pleasure and benefit and completely forgot about its existence until I shuffled through my library. if you like dogs and favor knotting experience, this story is for you! There's plenty of licking and leaking fluids from the middle onwards, tying it up with a good sized knot to keep your pleasure from spilling.

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Layla's palms oozed with apprehension. Pulling her purse over her shoulder, she ran a hand through her flowing black hair, tidying the red hat sitting atop her fair head.

Walk slowly. Look forward. No. Not at that old fart and the cop behind him. Forward. Stare forward. Her mind churned with the same thoughts as her brisk steps carried her around a corner. The sign ahead pointed right. She dreaded the word written on the azurite board ever since she stepped off the taxi. The soothing pill she took at the airport's entrance hardly seemed to help. Ten minutes after its ingestion and it had yet to kick in. Layla felt just as apprehensive as before. Her chest felt tight, her arms felt cold, and she was sweating all over!

Walk slowly.... Her heels clapped with a cheerful clack clack clack as she made her way through the agitated crowd.

"Careful!" a hand gripped her shoulder. Layla tensed. Middle aged man wearing a fancy suit. Police? Layla took a quick glance into his eyes before she apologized with an uneasy laughter.

"No problem," the man departed, bag trailing behind him.

Those wheels. Why did they have to make all these noises? The screeching almost dwarfed the voices of the restless people and even the light music playing inside the huge airport. Layla scratched her right ear, adjusted the golden frame of her short glasses, and kept on walking.

Thrrr. Thrrrrr. Rrrrrr. Her trailer purred with each step. As annoying as it was, that shrill was preferred over the pounding heart beating in her chest. It was not long until she reached her dreaded destination now. Luxury shops gave way to a large dome. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, fiery like the heat trapped beneath Layla's green dress. The elaborate design lost its edge, looking ruffled in places from the nervous scratches that took hold of her.

"Flight 313 will depart from the F gate in twenty minutes. All passengers are advised...."

"To keep their fucking mouths shut," Layla whispered, teeth clattering with uneasiness. She hated the people, the shouts ,and the yelps of young kids. She hated everyone! They said it would be a normal day. Low security, a handful of people, few troublemakers.

Yet the guards walking their dogs around dared to disagree. Several littered the lobby. A dozen more were posted on the archways above. Most talked on their phones or sipped their coffee from the comfortable chairs of the many cafeterias spread around. Layla took a quick breath, fixing her gaze on the ground. Deep, slow breaths. That was the secret. Don't hyperventilate. If you-

She couldn't. Nine hells, she had to get out!

And go where? To the apartment she's been evicted from? Her mother took upon the bottle to calm her depression, and her brother needed no pest to disrupt his perfect marriage. She was alone back there as she was now. Layla turned around with a monstrous sigh and continued towards the Customs.

No choice, her contractors said.

And they were fucking right. Layla looked ahead, towards the approaching guard. He lifted his hand from his waist. A gun!

Layla froze. That was definitely a gun. Lithe shape, black casing. She was going to get arrested and-

"Jimmy's got some fine taste in women," he said, loud enough for Layla to hear. The big black object turned out to be a walkie-talkie, and Jimmy just a whiny, slobbering mutt. It whined as he stared at her with a pair of mahogany eyes, tongue lolling between two aged canines.

"Miss?" The man said, his voice cold as ice.

Layla shuddered as he looked towards him. "Err?" Her words came out in a squeak, with a slightly higher pitch than she intended.

"I will have to ask you to come with me..."

Layla cringed. Those words obliterated every coherent thought. Her mind raced like her frenzied heart. She had to run. To find something to- To-

"To dinner..." the man smiled below his short cropped mustache.

"Ehh..." Layla nervously pet the mutt that was licking the sweat off her shaky hand. "Another time."

"Sure. I have your number."

She bit her tongue and stuttered two jumbled words.

"Just kidding, miss. Have a safe flight!" he chuckled, pulling the mutt away with a quick jerk of the fine leather leash. "Unit four, we got a case of fucking hot chick heading towards customs. Be sure to..." his mirthful words vanished as he departed.

He's friendly. Just friendly, Layla told herself over and over again, resuming her walk. Her expensive red shoes clacked on the marble pavement in the same rhythm as her twiddling fingers. Customs was the last obstacle. Once past that, she could enjoy the eight hour flight back to Hong Kong, where her contractors awaited.

Layla didn't busy herself with the rubber ball nestled in one of the purse's pockets. She had no time to. Several uniforms rose ahead of her, surrounding the gate that looked like some glorified piece of scrap. Two looked at Layla as she took her place in the queue of four. She cut eye contact almost immediately.

"Remove your rings, sir, and any metal objects-"

"I know what I'm doin', nigga. Been flyin' before you was born!" the man ahead of her said.

"Sir, I'm afraid-"

"You ain't afraid of nothin'. Just check me up before I miss the god damn flight!"

Layla didn't care who was who. She got out her ball and rolled it between three fingers, immersing herself in the continuous motion. She was the ocean's fluid grace, soaring above the jagged seabed in graceful waves.

"You may pass," she heard the officer saying.

"I may? Befo' or afta you touch my ass?"

"Sir, please!"

"Save yo please for these poor niggas. I'm outta here."

Someone laughed, but there was nothing funny about this situation. Layla took a few steps forward. The man in front of her was elderly. She recognized that not as much from his frayed wedding suit, but from the usual smell of old. He looked from side to side, hand trembling as he took a napkin out of his pocked to blow his nose.

"Ewgh," a feminine voice complained.

The old clod dropped the soiled cloth from his hand, not bothering to pick it up. Layla stepped on it as she advanced. Only two more to go. She controlled her breathing as best as she could, thinking of all the wonderful kittens she could buy. Hells! With those money she could own one of the big cats! Some countries had no such rules as the States, and with a bit of luck-

"Miss?"

Layla looked towards a smug officer. He frowned, hands crossed. His companion pointed to her left.

Layla looked there, towards a senior police officer with slanted eyes.

"Y-yes?"

"Bag," the Chinese man said, hurling his twinned hands towards the scanner.

"Oh. It's rather heavy and...." Her words cut as two men liberated the burden from her hands. She wiped the annoying sweat on the fabric of her dress and passed through the metal detector. No beep followed.

"Damn. You no wearing any jewelry?" a voice asked.

Layla shook her head, making no eye contact.

"What are your glasses made of?"

"Plastic," she said quickly.

"Heh," the man chuckled. "I wish my wife was like you. She has all these rings and necklaces she carries eh-veryh-where!"

"Really? Where does she get all that money from?" one of his colleagues asked.

"She's staying at home, man."

"That kind of woman?"

"That kind," the man concluded with a laugh.

Her contacts were right in one regard. The cops were a friendly, mirthful bunch, for all the good that did. Part of her tension melted. She found the courage to look sideways. All were under forties and stared at her with both curiosity and what she thought to be lust, aside from the female.

"She's got nothing," the scanner guy said. The men in front of her waved her to pass. Layla complied, smiling.

"Thank you," she said with a sigh of relief.

"We thank you, miss. Don't see beauties like you every day."

She decided to take that as a compliment as giddy steps took her towards the flight 313's gate. She handed her ticket to the fat, smiling lady, retrieved it in less than three breaths, and stepped inside the blue corridor. Around eight men walked ahead of her, disappearing one at a time inside the crammed plane.

And past the two officers posted on each side of the gate.

Layla swallowed. Her positive energy ramped into apprehension all over again. Her throat became dry, her feet ached with renewed tiredness, and her chest sweltered inside her tight dress. She thought of mountains. Lone, high peaks basked in everlasting breeze. She was the wind's soothing whisper, brushing over each peak like a mother cuddling her child. Like the last time, her tension melted when the men smiled and nodded her to enter.

Unlike last time, something touched her shoulder just as she took the first step onto the plane's blue carpet.

"Miss?"

She turned around to three, deadly serious pairs of eyes.

"I'm afraid you'll have to come with us."

Afraid? They were afraid?! She was the one that was about to burst from all this torture!

"Wh-why?" She asked frailly, barely able to form proper words with her tangling tongue.

"Just a formality. Nothing serious."

"But my flight-"

"We'll be quick," a younger officer said, wrapping an arm around her waist to direct her back towards the long, narrow tunnel. Each step felt heavy and exhausting. What could they possibly want? They checked her bags with their hands and her boobs with their eyes. Body search immediately came to mind. How vile. Surely they wouldn't-

Her thoughts stopped as they turned away from the customs. Her benevolent officer invited her into a small room with a table and several chairs.

"What is this?" Layla asked.

"Just a quick body search," officer Nice said with a smile. He deserved that name, as annoying as he was. He nodded to his companions who left without a word. The door shut, leaving them alone in the room.

"Is this proper? Shouldn't we have more-"

"Hands on the wall, please," he guided her with a firm, yet gentle embrace. "There's no need to be afraid. I'm sure it's nothing."

She wouldn't be sweating bullets if that was the case, as the officer surely noticed. He started from her shoulders, patting below her outstretched arms. He gripped her breasts, squeezing just tightly enough to feel for any hidden bumps.

"Stan-dard proce- procedure?" Layla asked shakily.

"Mhm," the man nodded. "Spread your legs."

She obeyed. Those big hands went below her waist like a wave, sweeping and touching in the most delicate of manners. Layla closed her eyes. She wanted to believe this was a massage in some expensive resort on the seaside. She loved massages, and the artists that touched and molded her flesh deserved all the respect. The sound of waves was replaced with rough breaths though, and her stiff back wasn't rested on a comfortable table.

Her eyes snapped open to the horrifying truth she was living. Or was it the touch below her sex?

"You didn't...hide anything in there, right?"

"No...NO of course not! Are you a perv of some kind?"

"I'm just-"

"No, me!" Layla broke out. "I was JUST returning home from a business trip until you took me into this hole like a whore. Please..." she sighed, releasing a part of all that tension. Officer Nice remained wordless, eyes wide with amazement.

"Please..." Layla repeated voice laced with emotion. "I'm missing my plane..."

He nodded. "Then lets be over quick," he checked her thighs quickly before raising to full height, green eyes bearing into hers. He wanted to say something, but then his station beeped, forcing him out of the door in an instant.

"Won't take long!" he quickly motioned her to sit before storming out of the room.

Layla remained stuck to the ground, frozen by this unreal situation. This wasn't happening. Alex said it's solid. He made over fifty trips and returned from each one with a buttload of money and an erection to make even stallions envy! He was part of the freaking Circle, fuck it! The Circle were pros. They infiltrated every organization and government on the planet, and traded in no uncertain affairs. Guarantees were a creed for them. A prayer like-

"...left the poor girl in interrogation on no feasible grounds!" a voice came from outside. It was the nice guy. Layla pressed her ear to the door. She heard steps. A single pair of feet, belonging to Officer Nice, most likely.

"So what?"

She waited, chewing on her lip.

"No. We don't know if..." he trailed off for a few breaths, then sighed. "Bring Jared in, then. And Huey. I want my men to deal with this...I don't even know what the heck this is to be freaking honest!"

His shout was followed by steps. Layla backed from the door just as it swung towards her. She sat on the table, eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed in whatever 'pissed off' stare she could muster.

"You have no right to hold me here without proof."

The man sighed. He looked out the door, then towards her. "I'm sorry, miss, but-"

"You aren't!"

"I truly am!" He placed a hand to his chest, looking all sweet and caring.

"Then why are you holding me here?" Layla burst, voice climbing higher than intended. "I'm missing my plane, for all the fucks I'm given!"

"We'll stall it," he mumbled. "My mates will be here in a second and we'll clear this out." His hand squeezed around the station. A finger climbed to the switch.

"Jared, where the fuck are you? I'm about to get my ass sued-"

"On my way," a calm voice answered.

"Did they tell you anything?" Nice asked.

"Nope," the station crackled. "Same thing about the phone call."

Layla placed both hands in her lap. They embraced one another before climbing to her breasts. "Phone call?"

"An anonymous person called the chief of security. Said you carry some sort of drug inside you."

Layla paled. She couldn't look vulnerable. Not now.

"Inside me?" she snarled, almost lashing out at the man. The officer stopped her with a raised hand.

"Yes, it sounds stupid. Very stupid, given that-"

The door swung open. Officer nice groaned as he lurched ahead, embracing the side of the table.

"Damn, I'm sorry," the voice came first, and the dog followed. He looked at her with intelligent brown eyes and a half- parted muzzle.

"You..." Layla sneered.

The dog whined at the pull, allowing his master to step inside.

"Damn me twice!" the man bowed to ruffle his dog's head. "Look who's here, Jimmy."

"Woof!" the german shepherd answered with an excited bark.

"Heyos," a nerdy looking guy waved from the entrance. He wore a sky blue shirt and jeans. Casual clothes, unlike his companions. Like that made this situation any better.

Layla bowed her head, cupping her face in her palms. She breathed softly, trying her hardest not to break into sobs. The seething anger that empowered her a few minutes ago turned to desperation and fear. What the heck could she do?

Think...think! She couldn't freaking form coherent thoughts with those whispers in the background and the cold nose pushing under her dress. She lashed out with the speed of a vicious lioness, raking the mutt behind one of his ears. The dog yelped, drawing back like a scared puppy.

"Ey!" the owner quickly restrained both of her arms.

"He was-" Layla started.

"He was just curious, you crazy slut!"

"I don't care!" Layla screamed. She was a prisoner, and now a slut?! The fire reclaimed her in a scolding embrace.

"I want to leave," she shot up on her legs. "I want to be gone, and I want that now!"

The labcoat grabbed her as she lunged for the door. "Not possible. Pl-please!"

She grabbed, then squeezed her fingers around his sleek hand. She was stronger than him. Twisting his wrists, Layla slinked past the nerd. She grabbed the door handle, taking a quick peek at the hallway before arms pulled her back.

"Grabbed her!"

"Hold her tight!"

"Ghaah!" Layla thrashed. "Let me goooooo!"

"Grab the fucking handcuffs!" a man yelled.

She felt the cold metal coiling around her captive hands with a click. Layla squirmed, hitting with everything else she had. Kicks to the legs, between them, shoulders to the face...

Nothing worked. The three men restrained her like a tuna inside a metal can.

"Hold still, damn you," a voice breathed in her ear. "Stop this nonsense."

"I won't! Mghhhh!"

A hand covered her mouth, turning words into moans. Everything felt surreal. The pain, the panic, the endless barks of that unruly mutt. Layla closed her eyes, dismissing the shovel-like face draped before her teary eyes.

"Put her there," officer nice commanded. The trio carried her to a chair. She dropped into the seat, looking with disdain towards her huffing captors.

"Are you going to behave now?"

No answer.

"Do you want to leave, miss? Because we-"

"Mhmmm!" she nodded. The hand left her mouth,

"Good," the man behind her sighed. "Tim, she's yours. Have fun with this lunatic." Those were his last words Mr shovel said before crouching at his mutt's side. The dog whined, licking him all over.

Officer nice- Tim now- placed both hands on the table and threw her one of those bullshit apologetic stares. "I'm sorry we had to-"

"Bullshit," Layla cut him.

"...restrain you like this. I expected you to-"

"To what?" the woman snarled, washing away the salt from her lips. "Confess? Play dead?"

"Cooperate," Tim nodded.

She hated that word. Falling back into her chair, Layla struggled to think. She couldn't beat these three. Even if she escaped this room, more cops waited outside. Desperation was a strong ally, but even in this pumped up state she told apart folly from stupidity. Her only viable option was to play along.

To cooperate.

"Fine," she dipped her head, staring at the table. A monstrous sigh escaped her tight throat. "What would you have me do?"

Tim looked towards his mates. Did he seek approval? She couldn't tell. The dog guy smiled while the nerd looked elsewhere, blushing.

"Come on, guys. That's why I called you!"

"You're the boss."

"Woof!"

"See? Even Jimmy agrees." The dog guy chuckled.

Tim threw Layla a stare, frowned, then cupped his chin with three fingers. A jumbled word left his mouth, then a deep sigh, and finally "we need to perform a thorough search."

Search? They already did that unless...Damnation! She had to get naked, didn't she?

"Thorough?" Layla asked, keeping her words brief. She didn't trust herself enough to avoid snapping at these assholes.

Tim nodded. "You'll have to take your clothes off."

Naturally. Layla bit her lip so hard she whimpered. The shackles slammed against the back of the chair as if they restrained a great beast. "What the fuck are you saying?"

"That you have to-"

"You're kidding..."

"Wish I did..." officer Nice stood up, scratching the back of his head. "The call was explicit. We were told about your package. You carry drugs upon you, lady."

Drugs? Damnation! A tingle of fear jolted from the base of her spine, rising all her hairs on end. They knew. How? When?

"D-drugs?" Layla's eyes widened. Her breaking voice did a good job feigning a startled kind of desperation.

"Yes..." the officer dipped his head solemnly.

A whistle followed. "Someone's in the deep."

Tim silenced the dog douche in a blink and turned back to Layla. "Doesn't have to be that way. Once we prove you're innocent-"

"I am!"

"Then let's get started!"

"James!" Tim barked, nowhere as loud as the real dog. "This isn't a game!"

"Feels like one."

He got the finger for that. He deserved it, and more. Stupid bastard.

"Gah, fine. I really am given no choice but to strip to you bastards, eh?"

She got a blank stare from the nerd, sympathy from Tim and a wide grin from James the dog guy.

"Whatever, you pervs. Let's get on with this," Layla stood up, stumbling briefly on her trembling legs. How bad could it be? A small measure of patting and embarrassment was a decent price to pay for freedom.

They did exactly what she expected. With her consent, officer Nice took everything off save for her white undergarments while his associates stared at the wall. Only Jimmy was allowed to look. The mutt panted quickly, safely tied in a corner after trying to sniff her soaked panties. After the ordeal, everything on her was covered in sweat, and that mutt seemed especially delighted. He sat there, panting, with half a member jutting out of the thick sheath bobbing between his legs with every breath he took.

Layla looked at his fangs, drooped ears, slobbery tongue. Basically anything else aside from that pink rod of flesh. But her eyes rarely relented. They often strayed between the dog's legs, fixed on his monstrosity of a sex. It looked so gross, all bare like that. She noticed veins along the slimy flesh, disappearing only around his slim tip. How could anything be so disgustingly enticing?

Layla brushed it off as a bizarre distraction. Yes. That was exactly what it was. A perverse curiosity stirred by this surreal chain of events. Her nether lips clenched slightly with every throb she witnessed. A drop occasionally strayed from the spear-like tip, losing itself between the dog's thick fur. So...succulent. She thought about the taste and other disturbing scenarios when Tim finished.

"And that..." he gently cupped the girl's shins before meeting her eyes. "That should be everything."

"Good," Layla sighed. She didn't even realize how quick everything happened. The Circle was right about one thing. Distraction was useful!

"Good indeed," Tim agreed. "Now if you'll allow me to check your cavities..."

"Check my..." she blinked twice. "What?!"

He drew back, half-cringing. "I only checked outside. I know it's embarrassing, but-"

"You do, huh? When was the list time you were stripped naked in front of three guys AND a dog?"

"I...I don't..." he stuttered, then frowned, adopting a stoic pose. "This isn't about me, miss! You promised me you'll cooperate."

"I promised nothing!" Layla snapped, hair revolting against her shout.

"Then you have to. The search rules are pretty strict. We have to check everywhere."

"Yeah," James the dog guy interrupted. "Lots of women hide stuff in their pussies."

"You're an idiot," Tim scoffed. "Now...do you want to leave this hole or not? You'll only do so by cooperating. There's no other way out."

Leyla sighed and nodded her agreement. She had bigger things than two fingers shoved inside her lower lips. Men were a rare commodity for a strong and independent woman. Hardly reliable and requiring too much maintenance, unlike her dildos.

Apologizing like the idiot he was, officer Nice inserted himself inside her. His cold fingers felt uncomfortable inside her seething walls. Lubrication helped a lot. As much as she hated to admit, Leyla was grateful for the dog's rude display. The mere sight of a member stirred forgotten needs. It has been days since she last came.

"Uff..." she hissed softly, gripping the invading presence with her silky flesh.

"Did I-"

"Yes, you oaf. Slower!"

He was rather good. Moving tenderly, Nice touched her flesh gently only as a lover could. He entered rather deep, stroking her sensitive spot rather briskly. Biting back the promise of pleasure, Layla forced her mind to wander. She wasn't in an interrogation room. She wasn't even in the company of three cops. The man pushing himself inside her was a tall viking with rippling muscles and a surprisingly gentle touch to compliment his brutish features. "Ghh agh mfff" she imagined him grunting with every thrust. Layla spread her legs. He pushed deeper and deeper, stoking her fire past the point of no return. She was close. So close!

"Mfff..." she muffled a rebellious moan and blinked. She hardly imagined she could enjoy something so vile to this extent. The illusion gave way as soon as Tim pulled out. He was red as a cherry, trying his best not to seem a normal person and not an awkward idiot.

"Nothing there," he wiped the slimy fingers on his pants before prodding and cupping at her exposed breasts. "And nothing here either. You seem clean."

In truth, she felt rather dirty. Being fingered by a cop was way more kinky than she ever thought. Layla bit her lip, adding a bit of pain to her swirling head. She had all the time in the world to cum outside this prison.

"Satisfied?" she asked drily.

"Not entirely," James turned around, smiling as he caught a brief sight of her bare sex.

Layla shot to her chair, covering herself with her dress. "You pig!"

"I am, dearie," he chuckled. "But that's after I give you the bad news."

"She's clean," officer Nice intervened. "There's no need to go that far based on a stupid phone call."

"Didn't seem that stupid to me," James frowned. "The guy knew exactly what he was talking about."

"He could've been a kid!" Tim gripped his friend. James shook his hand off, laughing.

"Yeah sure. A kid who describes our target's appearance to perfection and knows a shit ton about a next-gen drug. He obviously ratted on her," he threw Layla a quick smile before crouching beside his mutt. "Isn't that right, Jimmy?"

The dog approved with a bark and tongued his mirthful master.

"I don't like this," Tim sighed. He talked to his mates back and forth before finally slumping in a chair. They all took positions at the table and continued talking about their mystery drug.

Leyla kept her head down, lips pressed against one another. She didn't trust her mouth to say anything of significance. They knew! Fuck it, they knew. Somebody ratted on her despite all the guarantees and promises she received. The more they talked, the more she wanted to just break free out of this room to hunt all those rats.

"So..." Tim propped his chin on the bridge of a fist. "There's this stealthy drug that doesn't have any effect on the user."

"Mhm," James nodded.

"But only lasts as long as they don't cum...."

"Mhm," James nodded again.

"And when they do cum..."

"They cum in buckets!" the douche finally burst.

Tim shook his head. "Pff. Isn't that the biggest load of shit I heard?"

"May be," the geek intervened after being silent throughout the whole conversation. "Yet there's only one way to find out. We need to stimulate the lady until she expels out this contamination."

They all looked towards Layla.

"Fuck no!" she backed against a wall. "You're not getting your dirty fingers and dicks anywhere near me!"

"We can't violate her!" Tim jumped to her defense.

"Then we can't free her either. What to do, Jimmy?"

No answer came from the dog.

"There's still much we don't know about that substance," the nerd continued. "What if it's contagious? What if the effects are belated? There's no safe way to get it out of her system unless..."

Silence followed.

"Unless what?" Layla asked, somewhat mortified by what she was about to hear.

"Unless we involve him." All the eyes turned towards the splayed mutt. Laughter followed.

"Him?" James cackled. "My Jimmy is getting all the pussy?"

"Shut the fuck up," Tim snapped.

"Act accordingly. We are about to uncover a next gen drug!" the nerd intervened.

Layla just shook her head again and again until dizziness took her. "You guys are dicks, but if it has to happen, I won't get in the way."

"Miss..." officer Nice gripped her hand. "It's your choice. As ridiculous as this sounds, we cannot let you leave unless we test the information that has been provided to us."

Layla's mouth hung open. She prepared to strike back with frenzy, then stopped. She didn't know what to say! On one hand, the prospect of being licked by a dog enticed her. She heard stories about how deep their delightful tongues could reach, yet she always dismissed it as simple perversion. Now was her chance to both try that and earn her freedom in the process.

Yet before she voiced her agreement, she considered the other option. Do what her rational mind said and threaten. Threaten, scream, and shout until these three cocks shriveled under the pressure of a lawsuit. She would leave the airport unscathed and untouched by the lustful beast that kept staring at her.

"I will cooperate," Layla slammed a fist on the table. "Fuck it. It's not like I have much of a choice here."

Tim looked completely shocked. The nerd stared at the door, twiddling his fingers, while the dog guy- James- ruffled his beast, whispering all kinds of nonsense.

"Alright," Tim found his voice. "It's your choice."

"But..." she waited until every pair of eyes was on her. "Once the deed is done, I'm free to leave. No more bullshit."

"No more," they all nodded.

"Fuck this..." Layla whispered, rising her hands towards Tim. "Alright. Uncuff me. And you two," she pointed at the useless additions. "I want you out."

"No can do," James said.

"I need to stay to observe the process and..collect the drug, should it leak out." The nerd fondled a small jar. Where he got it from, Layla couldn't say. She frowned, nodded, and settled with her fate. "Ok then. Have fun watching."

They got to work quicker than one might have expected. Tim uncuffed her, and she massaged her sore wrists briefly before she pulled down her soggy panties. Jimmy whined like a pup, licking his muzzle excitedly as he pulled against his master's leash.

"Ready?"

"Fuck you," Layla showed him the finger.

James smiled. With a quick tug, he unleashed his mutt.

Layla cupped his neck just as he assaulted her. He was so warm. So furry. And so horny! She wasn't prepared for this. She wasn't-

The dog's tongue flicked over her trembling lips. Debilitating weakness overcame her arms. Within less than a blink, the dog shot past her frail grip and slid his tongue over her exposed sex. Layla yelped. The assault was quick and unexpectedly warm. A yelp left her as the dog sniffed and pushed his hungry muzzle against her drenched lips.

Layla pushed against the wall with a loud moan. He was vigorous, this dog, and surprisingly quick. His tongue lapped everywhere, sneaking between her sex with surprising ease. Her clenching muscles put only the briefest resistance, too tainted by the promise of lust to resist.

Gasping, Layla tensed. The dog slurped again and again, offering no pause between the hungering slurps. He tasted her insides like a ravenous beast, poking deeper into her scalding sanctuary. Layla opened her trembling legs, allowing him to take her in his earnest. Wet, squelching noises preceeded the hungry licks. Flesh met flesh in an ecstatic combination of warmth and lewd tongue, and Layla couldn't help but gasp at the intense warmth slithering through her. This felt better than sex. The dog's flexible tongue was rough enough to caress her in all the right places. Its flexibility carried it deeper than any man had ever been, and the mutt's persistence brought Layla on the edge of delight.

"Mffff...aaaahhhh!" She cried out, feeling too unstable on her trembling legs. Her lips convulsed around the dog's tongue as he pulled back to lick his dripping muzzle. He panted wildly, sniffing around her cunt briefly before pushing his cold nose back inside her. The return of the slobbery eel signaled the coming of the end. Layla dropped on the ground, spreading both legs to the side. Her lips parted wider than ever, allowing her mutt to penetrate her forbidden depths. He pushed against her sanctuary, eating her out faster than any lover. Within several licks, the fire overcame her. Tensing up, she put up the briefest of resistance until the pressure became too much too handle.

Eyes closed, Layla rode her first orgasm like a bitch. She yelped softly, biting her tongue twice as Jimmy took her with his hot tongue. Her clamping walls oozed with liquid lust, spurting again and again as the dog struggled to eat out all of her jutting squirts. Half of his muzzle was drenched by the unexpected eruption, and his nose was barely visible. Even if this was no man, Layla never reached her peak so quickly. She lashed out with both hands, pushing the dog's muzzle deeper inside as she released the last remnants of her climax.

Jimmy offered no objection. He cleaned her thoroughly and even tried to mount her before his master pulled him back.

"Wow, girl! He took you real good," James laughed. "Damn Jimmy. You're all dirty." The mutt still pulled against his fetters, flicking his tongue towards Layla's exposed cunt.

Blinking thrice and panting like a bitch in heat, Layla stared at a dumbfounded Tim. He had his hands crossed, eyebrows pulled into a slight frown.

"What?" She asked calmly, still dreamy from her recent orgasm. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"It..."

"Come on man. It was awesome! Gave us all a stiffy!" James slapped his disapproving colleague.

An achievement Layla wasn't exactly proud off, but enjoyed it far more than she predicted. Scooting over to her chair, she lifted one leg after the other, working her panties up to her knees before the nerd interrupted her.

"Wait."

"The heck do you want?" Layla shot him an angry glare.

"The contact on the phone. He said..." his words trailed.

"I don't care what he said," Layla rambled, picking up her dress. "We had a deal, I fulfilled it, and now I'm out."

"Not yet, lady," James pointed. "Your rat told us something about multiple orgasms."

She froze. They knew that too? What in the world-

"You're delusional and out of your freaking mind. I gave you what you asked."

"Not yet," Nerd interfered yet again. "I haven't collected any samples."

Tim sighed. He walked in the middle of the room, hands raised. "Just stop. All of you stop. Huey," he scowled at the nerd. "Why the fuck didn't you collect your samples?"

"She wasn't ready. The guy on the phone said multiple orgasms. At least four before the drug leaks out."

"That asshole is carrying a bigger load than all of your cocks combined," Layla snapped, taking her dress and panties and purse and everything. "He lied, and I played a slut. I'm done playing games."

"Not yet," James blocked the doorway. "We're cops, and we're going to do our job."

"You're fucking kidding!"

He caught her hand and squeezed. "Not this time," he shove her back. Layla stumbled to gain ground, but her balance slipped. She fell on her knees. The next thing she knew was a weight upon her back and a presence poking at her wet vagina.

"James! This wasn't-"

"Yes it is," Layla felt a pair of hands around her rump. They pulled down her soaked underwear and steadied the dog in the proper mating position. "The quicker he takes her, the better."

Tim shouted something, but his companions disagreed. Layla couldn't make sense of their words with a fucking beast mounting her. His claws scraped her skin with each thrust while his erection poked aimlessly at the wrong hole.

The officers started arguing. She could get up and leave before they noticed. But did she want to? Standing there with the animal's warm fur and bestial scent draped over her, Layla realized how much she wanted this. She desired him inside her. She craved for his long, juicy cock ever since she laid eyes upon it. Jimmy poked aimlessly, every failed thrust igniting her desire. Down on all fours, she was a woman no longer. She couldn't snap at him, couldn't claw free, and could hardly move. Embraced by the male's large paws, she realized her status.

She was a bitch, and she was being taken like one. Jimmy thrust quickly, wetting her buttocks with his moist member. Once he felt a hole, he pushed harder, and harder, until...

Layla gasped. Breath rushed out of her lungs when the dog finally plunged inside her. He shove his whole length with a quick, animalistic thrusts.

Pant. Pant. Pant. He huffed as his claws scratched her hips, securing the bitch for the rapid thrusts that followed. His balls slapped against her butt as his whole cock rammed into her. He doubled his pace. Even tripled it. For Layla, that meant unyielding spasms of pure pleasure. Jimmy dug as deep into her hot flesh as he could, securing his knot. She was hardly large enough to take it all, but the beast settled for no less. He dug into her without remorse, crying out his bliss through soft whines.

Layla shut her eyes, moaning with bestial delight. If his penis was warm, his seed was scalding. Dog had a naturally higher body temperature, and the spurts of seed felt truly magnificent. He unloaded the burden of his balls with tense, scalding jets. They shot deep inside her, forcing Layla to moan and yelp as the submissive bitch she was. Her dog throbbed quickly, his essence as he expanded inside her. She didn't know dogs were so fast! Layla expected him to dismount at any moment, but the following throb made her reconsider.

Scratching the ground, Layla winced in both pain and pleasure. Jimmy wasn't pulling back; he was growing, expanding with every throb. His retching tip posed little trouble compared to the spherical monstrosity that expanded behind it. It grew fiercely quick, sealing any hopes of dismounting.

"Aaaahhh! What-"

"He knotted you! He actually-"

"Wha'd fuck is a knot?!" Layla choked, eyes tearing up at the unbearable pressure.

"You'll see," James laughed excitedly.

It was big. Much too big. And it only kept growing. Layla's abused walls barely had the strength to clench around it. Stretched to their limits, they allowed endless waves of both pleasure and pain to flow unrestrained. Layla never felt anything like it. It pressed against all the right places, triggering the most intense orgasm she ever had.

Layla braced for the upcoming avalanche. Eyes closed, teeth pressed against each other, she whimpered as her whole form became weak. She wanted to cum like her dog. Jimmy filled her well. Hot and watery, his jets triggered unbearable bliss as they splashed inside her innermost sanctuary. It felt like violation, yet this lewd mating raised her lust beyond any reach she ever explored.

Whimpering, Layla surrendered to her first. Her muscles clenched around the fearsome length and stopped. That wasn't supposed to happen. Layla opened her eyes, seeing only stars. Her head felt hot and cloudy as she prepared to unleash all that pent-up lust.

She squeezed even tighter, moaning with abandonment. Why wasn't it coming?! Her muscles burned with fatigue, and the pressure became unbearably painful. His knot. It was the knot. Much too big, much too...

Layla gasped. Breath stuck in her throat, and she saw nothing but stars and colored lines. Panic took hold, rushing like a wave against the debilitating bliss. This felt like dying. Her heart rammed frantically in her chest, and air refused to enter her lungs. She had to release now, before...

"GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAA!" Layla yelled like a wounded beast as she burst in her earnest. Pleasure paralyzed her. Her insides were so warm, it felt like lava leaked out of her abused walls. Her eager muscles gripped the dog's muscular cock, milking it for all its worth. His seed kept coming in jets, stirring her until another orgasm rolled in. A thin stream of clear fluids dropped from her abused pussy, dripping on the ground with steady drops.

Layla came harder than ever in her life. She felt Jimmy push and wiggle inside her, rubbing his oozing tip against her spasming muscles. His cum burst with four repeated jets, adding to Layla's limitless fire. She pumped out everything she had, and she had yet to stop.

Weakness overcame her. Her instincts screamed to stop, but her body still responded to the intense pleasure. Layla knew it was the drug. It kept her at the peak of her pleasure until she expelled it.

With a monstrous groan, Layla forced every drop out of her overflowing cunt. Her spasms lessened, only to shiver and tremble as another orgasm threatened to take her.

"Fuuuck!" Layla screamed. "I can't...can't take it..."

Like she had any other choice. Jimmy licked the sweat off her neck, panting excitedly. He was in heaven, judging by the hard throbs of his monstrous length. Layla wanted to care, yet the rising pressure stole all her wits. She braced for another orgasm and screamed throughout its whole duration while dog cum, drug, and her own arousal leaked between the gaps of her pussy.

That lasted far longer than she could endure. Layla could hardly breathe when her muscles finally relaxed. She hurt all over, and felt completely exhausted. Every moisture she had left in her body leaked through her clenching cunt, but the throbs never stopped. With a deep breath, she dropped on the ground, and Jimmy went with her. His knot showed no signs of relenting, and his hot seed inflated her sensitive womb. It was too much for Layla to take. Far too much.

She felt another orgasm approaching, then blacked out long before the spasms took her.

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