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Quite a Way to Heaven

Tires screeching, blinding lights, and a blunt, painful impact was all Dutch the doberman could process before he was sent flying into darkness! He screamed out in shock as he flailed his legs searching for a ground that was no longer beneath him while he flew through the vast nothingness. Suddenly, streaks of brilliant light flashed by, then the darkness gave way to what seemed like a cloudy funnel with a warm inviting light at the end. Dutch ceased his flailing and stretched out his forelegs to reach for that fast-approaching glow.

After soaring through the cloudy tunnel, the canine found himself blinded again by a spectrum of light. But this time it was from the multitude of colorful flashes as he exited the tunnel. When his vision cleared, he felt himself slowing down as he was surrounded by a cover of soft, pink clouds. His weightless flying was brought to an abrupt halt by a hard surface that broke apart upon contact, which surprisingly didn't hurt, but left him feeling like he was laying upon a pile of rocks.

The gray clouds slowly dissipated, letting Dutch take in his new surroundings. Gone were the dingy gray streets and smoggy sky of New York City. Leading up to an alabaster, cloudy castle-like structure with a golden gate was a wide fuchsia carpet littered with stars and moons, its edges lined with golden tassels. An ocean of more pink and yellow clouds sat off to either side of the carpet, stretching out as far as he could see. Above was a sky of deep cerulean, filled with twinkling stars and what he assumed was a moon that cast its subtle light across the alien landscape.

Dutch took a moment to check himself, making sure all his limbs and bits were still there and realized that he'd landed ass-up on a large pile of.... diamonds? He attempted to stand up, but he didn't stand, he floated!"Yo! What the hell happened?! Where am I?!", he shouted in his New Yorker accent.

A few feet away from him, a large blue translucent orb appeared in mid-air, bringing with it a light ringing that sounded like a set of chimes blown by a soft wind. The orb dissolved with a sparkle, revealing a ghostly-gray, purple-eyed Afghan hound with her fur cut short, except for around her paws, tail, and head. A black ribbon tied in a bow kept her head-fur back in a ponytail and a crescent moon shaped amulet the same purple as her eyes flowed on a thin gold string around her neck. "Welcome to the Hall of Judgement.", she announced with a soft voice and smile that slightly eased Dutch's nerves.

"Judgement?! Judgement for what?!", the doberman asked with his voice raised in worry.

"For the deeds of your past life of course.", the larger hound answered.

"Past life? You mean I'm......" Dutch paused with his jaw hanging open and his eyes going wide as the realization started to dawn on him!

"Oh, not to worry, Dutch. Most dogs end up going go to heaven.", the hound explained, trying to keep her new arrival calm as he came to terms with his death. "See, unlike humans, dogs are naturally good and loyal and kind."

"But... how did it happen? I gotta know!", the dobie implored.

"You don't remember? You were struck by a car, it happens to a lot of dogs in big cities."

"Awww damn it.....", Dutch sulked, putting his paws over his eyes and shaking his head as if he were embarrassed by his own stupidity. He'd been a roving stray his entire life and made quite the legacy. Knocking up bitches, claiming turf, fighting rats, cats and other dogs for food. Getting ended by a car seemed so.... undignified.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, there are many worse ways dogs have died. They say if you can't remember it, that means it was quick." The hound's tone was oddly chipper for such a grim statement.

"So that's really it then? You can't like... send me back?", Dutch probed, looking at the hound with sorrowful eyes.

"Oh, heavens no! No one ever goes back.", the hound stated firmly, but cheerfully. She summoned a cloud out from the distance, it dropped a wood and brass mantel clock in her paws. "See? This clock is your life. When it stopped, that meant your time in the mortal world ended for good."

Dutch stared at the hound in disbelief. His life, measured by a clock. At least it was a somewhat fancy one.

The hound sent the clock back up into the cloud and it flew back from where it came. "Don't you worry, dear. All your troubles and hardships are behind you now.", she said as she swooped down to pick up one the large diamonds from the pile, then held it up to the sky to inspect it like a jeweler appraising it's worth. "This is a good one. Just follow me and we'll get you along your way to the wonderful afterlife!" The hound turned and floated off down the carpeted path, her lithe figure weaving through the air with the grace of a swan in flight.

Dutch, lacking the hound's beauty and expertise, took off after her with erratic dog paddling and a zigzagging flight path.

"I think you'll love it here.", the angelic hound sang to Dutch as she floated along. "No more fighting, no more strife, no more cold and hungry nights in dark, dirty alleyways!" She guided the trailing doberman to an ascending set of cloud steps that led up to a marble podium, atop of which sat a large, thick book. As the hound took her place behind the podium, the book flipped open on its own, showing its pages chock full of text too small for Dutch to read.

"So, what is that?" Dutch asked as the hound begin to flip through the pages.

"This is the complete record of your life, from the moment you were born to the moment you passed on.", she replied, humming as she took in the highlights of the doberman's life. Her smile changed into a perplexed expression as she read along. "Hmm, I'm having trouble finding any outstanding acts of kindness or loyalty..., but I am seeing a lot of needless conflict and an affinity for violence..."

"Hey, I was a stray on the mean streets of N.Y., so I had to do a little scrappin' here n' there to get by!", Dutch explained nervously.

The hound read on. "There's also gratuitous heedlessness, infidelity, covetry, thievery and.... oh my!"

"What?", Dutch said as his stomached dropped.

"It also seems you were quite the abundant dog, 68 pups by 14 different mothers!", the angel exclaimed, raising her eyes to cast the doberman an icy glare. "And not a single one cared for..."

Dutch shifted anxiously. "Well... it's.. I was just doin' my part to uh... 'properagate' the species, ya know? There ain't no sin in that, right?", he said with a guilty, awkward laugh.

"Hmm...", was all the hound gave him before returning her attention to the book. "I must be truthful with you, Dutch. Your character doesn't seem to be what we'd consider an example of canine integrity."

The doberman gulped. "B- but..., you said most dogs go to heaven, right?"

"Yes, most do...", the hound replied. "But there are those few questionable souls who require.... 'contractual' admittance." The book shut itself with an ominous thump, leaving the dobie to be the target of her soul-reading eyes once again, the brilliant pools of violet surrounded by the dark fur of her face seemed to glow slightly as a fire of devious intent burned behind them. "And you appear to be one such case."

Dutch didn't like the sound of that. "Contractual how?"

"That depends. Will you strive for salvation, or let your soul burn in eternal damnation?", the hound catechized with a smile that betrayed the graveness of the situation.

Dutch trembled as a chill ran up his spine. When he was alive he never really cared if there was an afterlife, he was too busy worrying about survival. But here he was, the fate of his soul in the paws of some holy bitch. And if heaven was real, then the other place must exist too. "I'd uh... like to go with option one, please.", he quipped with a nervous chuckle.

"Wonderful!", the hound exclaimed with joy as she rose away from the pedestal, beckoning Dutch to follow her before bounding off over the sea of clouds. "Come with me and I will show you your path to atonement!"

Once again, Dutch paddled himself through the air after the divine Afghan hound. He trailed her over the endless landscape of sky until they came to a conspicuous collection of dense, darker pink nimbus clouds. The hound swan-dove into the gathering of cotton-candy-like folds, and Dutch followed. The feeling of weightlessness left him as soon as he passed through the misty layer, as if the gravity of the living world had suddenly taken affect again. He shut his eyes and whined in panic as he tumbled down to an unknown destination until he met a plush, velvety surface.

Dutch opened his eyes to find himself laying belly flat on a dog bed to end all dog beds, a broad, white, cushy mattress that was fit for maybe fifty dogs instead of one! Around him was a spacious room with high walls made of the same clouds he'd seen back in the Hall of Judgment, leading up to the same deep blue, starry overhead. The floor however was a dark, solid reflective surface, almost like a mirror.

The hound appeared in a blue orb a few feet away from the bed and lowered herself down to the ground. "Welcome to my personal quarters, Dutch. Please make yourself comfortable, we'll be here for a while.", she said as she turned and sauntered toward the far corner of the room.

For some odd reason, it was only now that Dutch's gaze caught the tantalizing sight of a tight, black spade nestled between the hound's well sculpted hindlegs. He wasn't sure if it was there before, but it was now, and the sight of it triggered earthly memories that he was very fond of.

A golden vanity table complete with a mirror along with a large, black leathered trunk rose up from beneath the floor when the hound reached the corner. Looking into the mirror, she untied the bow that kept her voluminous head-fur back, letting it freely flow down to her shoulders. In the reflection, she could see the doberman on the bed behind her sit up straight as he admired her figure, a bit of red poking out from his crotch. "I take it that you enjoy the scenery here.", she said as she removed her moon shaped pendant.

Dutch stammered when he realized the angel caught him staring. "Uhm, yeah! It's... nice n' all that. Am I uh... gonna get a room like this?"

The hound moved over to the chest and opened it, putting her amulet inside while searching for something else. "Maybe.", she replied.

Dutch had been around the block more than enough times to put two and two together, and the hound clearly knew that too. But he couldn't figure out why he was feeling uneasy and stumbling over his words like a young mutt about to have his first go. Maybe it was because the whole thing seemed quite comical, he never imagined that he'd have to breed an angel to save his soul. He decided to take another shot at small talk to calm his nerves.

"So, uh... I know it's kinda late now, but you never told me your name. What do I call ya?"

"You can call me Elisheba, or Eli if you'd prefer.", the hound said as her face lit up with a smile and from a glowing red diamond amulet she pulled out from the trunk. She slipped its silver chain over her head and let the glowing artifact rest against her chest, chuckling softly as its influence coursed through her. She turned to face the dog on the bed, her friendly smile replaced with an assertive smirk, and her purple eyes now the same red as the amulet she wore. "But for the time being, you will call me.... 'Your Holiness'."

Those last few words oozed out in a husky tone that commanded a level of respect that Dutch had never shown toward any other dog, much less a bitch. "Wh- what?", the doberman stuttered before a constricting red aura engulfed him and flipped him over onto his back. "Hey, let me outta this! What the fuck are you doin' to me!?", he snarled!

"Delivering your salvation of course.", Eli said, slowly approaching the bed. "The greatest redemption a fornicator like you could have, is to give yourself to the desires of the divine."

"I ain't givin' you nothin' now ya crazy bitch, let me go!", Dutch growled as he fought against the vengeful angel's hold!

"Oh, you will.", Eli hissed deviously, "You will give as you have taken, and you will take back all of what you so frivolously gave." She levitated herself onto the bed, where she straddled the struggling doberman and brought her muzzle to his, staring right down into his soul with her fiery gaze.

"** Be still and obey...."**

Dutch's body went limp as all the fight inside him was removed! Try as he might, he remained still. Those four words rang around his ears, echoing throughout the spacious chamber. Even though Eli hadn't spoken the command, he still heard it, he felt it in his very being. It was a malicious, un-angel-like presence oozing with the power of an otherworldly authority figure establishing total dominance over anything caught in its crimson grasp. The feeling of his free-will being taken from him was one of the most harrowing things he'd ever experienced, but all he could do was stare back at the angel above him with fearful eyes and a newly instilled patience.

Eli ceased her hold on the doberman when it was clear he'd given in to submission. "Much better...", she hummed as she firmly sat her shapely rear on the lesser dog's midriff. "I don't like to use this very much.", she said, toying with the glowing amulet. "But it helps when keeping unruly souls in check."

"There's gotta be some sorta code or somethin' against this!", Dutch blurted out. "Ain't angels supposed to be like, pristine n' all that!?"

"Oh, I'm much more than an angel..." Eli purred, her red eyes gleaming with very unheavenly secrets. "When you've redeemed your hedonistic existence by serving a higher power for as long as I have, you earn the privilege of indulging in a few earthly pleasures. In strict moderation of course!" The hound scooched her rump backwards until she felt the dobie's bulging sheath kiss the moist outer folds of her spade, which made the male flinch from the unexpected but pleasant contact. "And tainted souls like yours are perfect for bearing the weight of my bridled prurience.

Dutch instinctively let his forepaws rest on the hound's hips as she grinded against his prepuce, his sheath getting tighter as the tapered tip of his red rocket poked free once again. He let his eyelids droop while he moved his own hips along with the angel's gyrations. He figured if the only way to save his soul was to let some power tripping bitch ride his dick, he might as well try to enjoy it. But just when he was hard enough to breach the hound's wall to her sweet love tunnel, she stood up, lifting herself away from his thrusting grip.

"I'm sorry, did you assume you were going to defile my body with your sinful flesh?", she chastised, snapping the doberman back to attention.

"Huh? I- I thought you wanted-"

"Oh no, you've done quite enough penetrating in your lifetime!", Eli said with a toothy grin. "But before we get to that, there are a few other things I've been eager to experience." An Arabian oil lamp levitated out of the leather trunk in the corner and flew over to the bed, where it hovered in place above the dogs until it would be needed. "Tell me, as a dog from a world of ever-increasing decadence, surely you must be familiar with the term...'eating ass'"?

Dutch was dumbstruck by the angel's sudden crudeness. "Uh... no? Sounds like a human thing..."

Eli chuckled. "Not to worry then, this will be a learning experience for the both of us!", she yipped as she turned around and presented her derriere to the doberman, who reeled at the newest addition to her backside.

A large, slightly gaped, very pronounced asshole now proudly sat underneath the hound's raised tail! It's wrinkly brown, greasy, steamy ring taking up much more space than a normal tailhole should. To make matters worse, the damn thing winked at him! It puckered then relaxed, closing and opening its dark, damp hole with a subtle, wet _'smooch'_that made his stomach turn! His nose twitched as the offensive, swampy musk of the angel's newly formed sewer hole clouded his forgotten senses. Dutch groaned with distaste, protesting the fact that this dog's repulsive ass was the first thing his sensitive sniffer had smelled since he left the living world behind.

"Too grotesque? I figured that was part of the appeal.", Eli said, looking over her shoulder. She gave a slight shake of her ass, offering it to the disgusted doberman trapped under her. "Now is where you do your part!"

"Do...what?" Dutch replied, feigning ignorance.

"Kiss it...", the angel commanded with a low, sultry murr. This made Dutch drop his head back onto the plush bed and stare at the hound with a defiant glare. "Do you refuse?", she inquired with a raised brow.

"My mouth ain't goin' nowhere near your nasty stinkhole!", Dutch barked.

Eli paused for a moment, then giggled like a playful pup. "Stinkhole? Hehe, what a juvenile but fitting name for it!" The corners of her muzzle crept up into a wily smirk. "That reminds me! I've always wanted to try my paw at scentplay!"

A twinge of dread shot through Dutch's nerves at the hound's ominous implication.

With a magical 'poof!' Eli replaced her canine tail with a broad, black, white-striped skunk tail! Along with the transformation came the warm, heavy waft of sulfurous, eye-stinging vapors that gave Dutch a flashback to his days as a young and naive streetmutt, where he learned the hard lesson of what happens at the backend of those little striped trash pickers! The dobie's eyes opened wide with fear as the hound started to lower her fuming ass toward his face! "Wait, NOOO!!!", he cried out as he grabbed her cheeks to stop the descending doom!

While Dutch succeeded in preventing that reeking rump from being planted on his face, he couldn't defend himself from the wicked angel's next devious trick! He could only stare in horror as her slimy dunghole puckered and twitched before it pursed out like the mouth of a volcano and blew a trumpeting stream of skunky butt-smog right at his snout!

!!FFFRRrraaaaaarrrpp...!!

The doberman coughed and gagged as the noxious pollution invaded his airways! He had held his breath too late, letting a good dose of angel-stank flood his lungs and contaminate the precious oxygen they held! He opened his mouth and gasped for fresh air, immediately regretting it when Eli let loose a longer, brassier brown note that coated the inners of his maw with her rancid eggy effluence!

!!!PPFFFRrrrrUUUUuurrfffffmp!!!

Tears flowed from Dutch's eyes as his throat burned and constricted from the malodorous assault! This was not the type of stink he expected from the skunk-tailed dog, it was far, far worse! It seemed to remove the air from the room and sapped away his stamina the more the toxic clouds swirled in his chest! He turned his head to the side hoping to avoid another direct blast of the noisome angel's nether wind, but his muzzle was gripped by her amulet's overriding red glow, forcing him to look straight at her pulsing brown-eye! The strength in his forelimbs was ripped away by the vile artifact, allowing Eli to slip her ass out of his grip and plop her revolting rim right over the dobie's tortured muzzle!

While Eli cooed in delight from the dobie's suitably tapered snout spreading the slick, delicate walls of her poop chute, Dutch let out a begging scream right before his snout was completely lodged in the hound's sloppy, gas-spewing skunkhole, creating the perfect filter for her third boisterous bout that rattled the doberman from head to toe and shook the heavens with its muffled, booming baritone!

!!!!BBBRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMFFF!!!!

The dobie's chest rose as his lungs were overloaded with the angel's hot, sulfuric flatus! His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body convulsed and thrashed, forcing Eli to hold him down with the amulet's influence while she sat upon his face with a pleased smile upon hers! She could now see why such a scandalous avenue of pleasure was gaining favor amongst some mortals, to force a tainted soul to writhe under her with the sheer foulness of her own ass was so empowering! If only such delights were orthodox during the archaic time when she roamed the mortal plane, the skies of the vast deserts she traveled would've been turned green from the diabolic stink she'd blast upon the countless ill-fated mates enticed into her trap by her unrivaled beauty!

The hound's thoughts returned to the matter at hand when the doberman under her stopped struggling. She freed his soiled snout from her slimy depths with a wet, sloppy 'sclhuck!', letting him exhale her foulness in thick, green fumes that drifted high into the starry ceiling. Dutch's eyes had glazed over, and his chest shuddered slightly as his body attempted to expel her vileness with weak, ineffective coughs. With another 'poof!', Eli reverted her tail back to normal, as her riotous rear had done its job. She felt pity for the doberman as she backed away from him and looked upon his condition, muzzle covered in her ass juice, mouth and nose steaming from her flatulence, and no doubt a mind fried by her potent stench, the memory of which would surely haunt him for eternity! But even still, his 'salvation' had yet to be delivered, and she wanted him to be in sound mind when he took his 'penance'.

Eli placed a blue-glowing paw upon Dutch's chest, clearing his lungs of her lingering toxicity. The doberman took in a deep breath of much-needed air, which was still tainted by the hound's flatus, but breathable nonetheless. He shook his head to clear his foggy mind as his cognition returned to him and gasped when he realized he was still at the mercy of the gray-furred, red eyed, so-called angel smiling at him from the end of the bed. "I hope you'll remember that as a lesson in heavenly humility!", she beamed.

Dutch's chest felt heavy and his throat still burned from the overload of sulfur, what the hound had just done to him was the exact opposite of 'heavenly'. He tried to prop himself up into a sitting position, but his forelegs wobbled and left him laying flat on his chin, earning a snicker from Eli as she watched.

"So... that's it..., right?", Dutch groggily said between rasping breaths. "You had yer fun... and humiliated me. That means... ya let me... go to heaven now..., right?"

"Oh no, my dear! We're far from done!", Eli laughed. "Was my aroma so potent that it wiped your memory? I said to you, 'you will take as you gave'. Only when you bear the weight of your misdeeds shall you pass through the pearly gates."

The angel dog sat back on her haunches, giving Dutch a clear frontal view of her crotch. Again, he instinctively locked his eyes to her enticing cookie, but his eyes went wide with fear when the upper portion of her labia rapidly extended, pointing out from her crotch as it grew thicker and longer, then redder and veinier! She lifted her bottom off the bed to give herself space as the lower lips of her feminine anatomy bulged and morphed into a sagging pair of wrinkly, sweaty, musky, baseball sized nuts that throbbed and churned as they produced a thick, fertile payload! The upper part of her morphing genitalia settled into another familiar shape, a throbbing, angry-red, vein covered, soda-can thick canine cock with a slightly flared, tapered tip from which a thin, continuous thread of precum drooled onto the bed!

Dutch's jaw dropped as he eyed Eli's new endowments! The hound's bloated, low hanging, sweaty balls were so heavy with cum that they sank into the plushness of the bed! Her intensely pulsing masculine apparatus was well over a foot long, putting any dog Dutch ever knew to shame! The length and thickness of the horse-worthy package looked cartoonishly out of place on such a lithe figured canine, and it quickly swamped the air around the two dogs with the heady musk of a breeding stud ready to rut a needy bitch and fill her full of pups!

The oil lamp that hovered above the bed now dropped down low and floated just in front of Eli's muzzle, she leaned further back while angling her cock away from her. The lamp tipped its spout and drizzled a thick stream of clear oil onto the stud-bitch's arousal, which she spread upon her impressive tool by running her forepaws up and down the full length of her maleness in long sensual strokes, all the while her hungry eyes were locked to the quivering doberman in front of her!

"This will be your salvation...", the angel said in a low, seedy tone as she continued to lube her throbbing pucker-puncher. "You will present yourself to me just as the many mothers of your fatherless pups did for you. Then I will eagerly mount you just as you did to them, and sate my carnal desire by burying my divine length deep into your tight virgin 'stinkhole' as I flood your tainted soul with my thick, hot angelic essence! Only my yield will be equal to every single trickling spurt of sinful seed that left your lustful loins while you roamed the mortal realm. And you will take it. Every...last....drop!"

Eli finished her diatribe with a greedy lick of her lips before jumping up on all fours with a domineering grin! The drooling spearhead of her long, oil-slicked shaft bobbed between her forelegs, and her bulbous, sagging spunk tanks swayed heavily between her widespread hinds! "Assume the mating position!", she barked at the cowering soul before her!

Dutch's tail shot down between his legs as he shirked back against the wall of pillows behind him! "H- hell no! You'll split me in half with that thing!", he defiantly shouted with his eyes locked on the hound's stallion-like stud-hood!

"Have you forgotten what follows the refusal of a divine request?", Eli warned. Once again, she swapped her tail to the voluminous plume of a striped skunk with an airy !POOMF! and forcefully wagged it from side to side, casting smoky green swirls of dangerous stink around the bed!

The extremely sulfurous fetor had an immediate effect on Dutch, causing the doberman to gag and heave as he covered his nose in a futile attempt to block out the angel's noxious punishment! "Stop, stop!", he cried between hacking coughs, "I'll obey, just please quit doing that!"

Eli let out a cruel chuckle, "You know, during our time together, you still have yet to address me by my title...", she stopped wagging her skunk tail and scrunched her muzzle in concentration, forcing out an odd-toned, echoing honk from her rump!

!!!PPfffeeeerrrnnnntttt!!!

The pollution that belched out from the hound's rear was no ordinary stink-cloud, it encircled the bed in a swirling, hissing dome of dark green, inky smog that displaced the air inside with nothing but her skunky ass-funk, trapping the two dogs in a literal gas chamber! Eli of course was unaffected by her own foulness, but for Dutch, he may as well had been in hell! The doberman flopped around on the bed, gagging as his lungs burned and tears streaming from his reddening eyes! The dreaded feeling of never-ending suffocation threatened to break his sanity, and that was all the doberman had left to lose since he was already dead!

"Since you willfully choose to squander the heavenly atmosphere by disregarding my title, you may choke on my effluence until I've bred you.", Eli hummed with malevolence as she stepped toward the convulsing doberman, thick fumes of unearthly stench still radiating from her mephitic rearend and filling the dome!

Hysteria-fueled adrenaline forced Dutch into fight or flight mode! He pulled together enough will power to leap at the sadistic angel, catching her off guard and forcing her onto her back, but before he could lock his jaws around the hound's throat she disappeared with a blue flash! A red aura fully engulfed his body and froze him in place like a statue, then Eli reappeared in front of him, sitting on her haunches and glaring at him with a disappointed look.

"This could have gone so much better for both of us, but it seems you have an innate longing for discipline.", The hound said as she lifted her forelegs to show Dutch her gargantuan endowments again, "If that is what you crave, that is what you shall receive." Her shaft extended another_few inches, bringing her length to over a foot and a half while a very pronounced medial ring formed about 2/3rds of the way down, the tapered tip became broad and flat while the edges bloomed out into a flare that was nearly as wide as his head, giving the angel a proper fully-flared horse cock! Pulsing needily against the hound's chest, the prominent cum-vein along the bottom of Eli's 20 inch long stallion-staff gave a hearty _throb and noisily squirted a thick column of musky, milky pre-spunk up past her chin, nearly painting the underside of her muzzle before landing heavily on the bed in large off-white splotches!

After giving the gushing tip of her equine endowment a few licks and flooding her taste buds with the salty tang of her own anticipation, Eli slowly made her way to Dutch's behind. She enveloped his snout with her skunk tail as she sauntered around him, making him go cross eyed as she painted his face with her mind-numbing stink. The doberman could no longer voice his discontent, for his lungs were devoid of air and would remain so until free from the gaseous prison! Even as his tail was lifted against his will, he remained silent and stock still!

Eli put her snout to Dutch's exposed, virgin tailhole and took a deep sniff before giving the wrinkled ring a thorough lick, shuddering and murring with pent-up, unheavenly lust as she indulged in the pungent aroma and taboo taste of male ass, then used her amulet's influence to force him into a bowing position before summoning the oil lamp again and stroked her stallionesque arousal while the lamp poured its thick clear oil directly onto the dobie's pink pucker, he would definitely need it now!

While his body was temporarily mute, Dutch was screaming internally as he felt the warm lube cascade over his rosebud and flow down over his balls before dripping down his hindlegs! With every second that went by this was seeming more and more like hell instead of a precursor to heaven!

When the lamp nearly ran dry, Eli used the last few drizzles to glaze her flared cocktip, then started the dirty dance of rutting dogs. The hound lined herself up behind the doberman, placing her chin over his rump, then with a feral growl, lifted up onto her hindlegs and aggressively took hold of her "bitch" by his haunches! With a series of sharp, jabbing thrusts of her hips, the she-stud repeatedly punched at the submitting dobie's rear entrance with her flared battering ram, letting out a beastial grunt with every forceful push! Even with preparation, her entry into his tight, unexplored refuse tunnel would be one of the roughest she'd ever had!

And she wanted it that way! If Dutch had willingly prostrated himself before her, she would've gone much easier on him and kept her more manageable anatomy that would've speared into his unviolated shit-chute with a lot less trouble! But he was a wild and defiant soul used to a life of disregard for order, and the challenge of taming unruly souls like his gave Eli the perfect avenue of release for an eternity of lustful energy trapped in her celestial canine form, which she was currently expending through the relentless thrusting of her hips!

Dutch, the current receptacle for the "angel's" repressed libido, remained in his ass-up position as his body was bumped forward from the hound knocking at his backdoor! With his freewill seized by her wicked artifact and his breath stolen by her air-depleting flatus still swirling around the bed, he was reduced to nothing but a "living" sex doll! It wasn't long until Eli's assault on the outer wall of his fartbox started to make headway, he could feel his lubed-up anal ring lose resistance with each persuasive nudge her flared cock made against his protective pucker!

Eli felt it too, and shortly ceased her animalistic thrusting to center her flared cock tip against Dutch's hole, then pulled the dobie's hips toward hers whilst driving her cock forward with a single determined push!

Every nerve in Dutch's body screamed out in pain as his tailhole was stretched well beyond it's limit, and the equine-endowed hound still hadn't even entered him yet! He heard her let out a frustrated huff as she became annoyed by the virginal resistance of his unused male-cunt before she pulled back her hips again, then plowed ahead with full steam, finally driving the upper half of that flared shaft deep past the clinching entrance to his hershey highway with a wet, oily '!SHLURP!'

After claiming victory against the doberman's difficult dookie-ring, Eli let out a long, shaky moan as she now rather enjoyed the maiden tautness of his uncharted mud tunnel, nearly falling onto Dutch's back as her legs buckled from the warm, pleasurable sensation of the slick, ribbed walls of his colon squeezing her sensitive flare!

Meanwhile Dutch's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mind was nearly fried by the searing flames of pain shooting up his spine and the burning of his abnormally stretched anal walls! If he'd still had his voice, he'd have pierced the heavens with one of the most horrifying screams to ever come from a dog, and his unsolicited suitor still wouldn't've let up!

The angel's long-ignored carnal yearning took over her being and she delivered a firm bite to the doberman's back, painfully pulling at his scruff with her teeth as she resumed her wanton thrusting, grunting with beastial determination to fully plunge her equine phallus into Dutch's tight pink depths! With the toughest hurdle of the initial penetration gone, there was little that could stop the hound from achieving that goal! The oily lubrication along her shaft made the following insertion of her girthy girl-meat into the dobie's colon a lot less brutal, and allowed her blunt cock head to plow through his guts like a freight train! After her mid-ring plopped past his stretched sphincter, Eli had to readjust herself as her back was fully arched!

She released Dutch's haunches and quickly threw her forelegs around his midriff, laying her full weight onto his strong, muscular back while locking her maw on his neck from behind with a very undivine growl as she slammed herself home! The second half of her extensive arousal disappeared into the dobie's exhaust pipe with audible sloppiness before her weighty, sloshing balls wetly slapped against his own, the sheer size of even just one of her musky, sweat-drenched orbs was enough to eclipse his entire sack!

The tortured soul inside the silently receptive canine under the Afghan hound continued to wail in agony from the unholy marriage of stallion sized lust to canine innards! While everything from his stomach back to his ass still burned, the ordeal was made worse by the excruciating, eye-bulging pressure of the first half of Eli's flared length forcing what he thought was his organs apart! He could feel her dilated tip lodged right where his lungs should be, every throb, every twitch as it filled his chest cavity with an endless supply of pre-nut dick drool!

Eli kept herself in that position for a few seconds, cock hilted deep in the dobie's intestinal tract, her balls gayly rubbing against his, and her hindlegs quivering from the sensational tightness of his ass! She released his neck from her mating bite to growl and snort in his ear like an uncivilized, lust-driven beast. "Huff...huff...huff... Can you feel it, Dutch?", Eli taunted with a hearty moan, "the pulsing manifestation of my unextinguishable fire of yearning spreading you, filling you, claiming you?"

The doberman couldn't answer, even if he wanted to.

"I see why you males spread your seed so thoughtlessly," Eli continued as she withdrew her cock a few inches, then sank it back into Dutch's tight pinkness with a vigorous, hip-slapping thrust, "such a powerful, pleasureful_temptation is impossible for an earthly soul to resist!" The hound pulled back again and rejoined her hips to his with an even _harder thrust! "If I had been a stud roaming the earth in your time, I may have found myself as you are," Eli let her hips take a rhythm, filling the smoggy chamber with echoing 'plaps'!, "bowing before a divine being, giving my body to their desire to save myself from the pits of hell!" The angel let out a high-pitched moan as her thrusting picked up pace, her swinging ballsack lewdly slapping against the unresponsive doberman's as she repeatedly drove herself deep into his slurping pinkness!

A warm, buzzing sensation started to overcome Dutch's body, it took his mind away from the painful penance his ass was being subjected to and seemed to radiate from the same flared organ that was forcefully parting his entrails! The tingling trailed down to his flopping, unattended maleness, which poked halfway out from his sheath against his will! Though the angel's anal conquest had been quite violent at the start, the fast, lube-assisted pistoning of the horsecocked hound enthusiastically drilling for oil in his infertile mud patch triggered the inescapable reaction from the doberman's male circuitry and was greatly amplified by her thick medial-ring repeatedly passing over his p-spot! The continuous pummeling of Dutch's prostate soon brought forth forceful spurts of clear, musky anticipation that stained the mattress under the rutting canines as the dobie's body prepared for a sodomy-induced orgasm!

The pre-orgasmic contractions of Dutch's tight, rippled colon squeezing around Eli's shaft kicked the hound's long neglected libido into overdrive, her rhythmic thrusting became spasmodic and shallow as her pendulous, swinging balls pulled up close to her taint, ready to let loose the deluge of angel spunk sloshing within! "Huff..hrff..hrff..hrff- I feel you getting close....", Eli snorted into Dutch's ear as she rubbed her face against his neck. Outside of the stink-dome, a small golden dog dish with a jewel encrusted rim levitated out of Eli's 'toy chest' and zipped over to the bed, placing itself directly under the impaled doberman to catch the copious strings of pre-nut flinging sloppily from Dutch's hardening, untouched cock.

"I want you to finish with me," Eli continued, "I want you to cast out every last drop of your earthly essence into the vessel beneath you, fill it to the brim with your pearly seed so I may douse the fire of lust that burns inside me!" The hound let out a higher-pitched whine as her hips moved to and fro at a jackhammer-pace! The silent doberman trembled beneath her as the special moment neared, his 8-inch red rocket now fully unsheathed and dribbling pre-seed into the gold bowl with rapid abandon!

"Hrff..hrff..hrff That's it... hrff..hrff..-_milk my cock you bastard!", Eli snarled between haphazard breaths as Dutch's sphincter muscle tightened around her shaft, "Drain my balls of your thick, hot salvation! _Hrff..huff-" Eli gripped Dutch's shoulders so hard that her claws nearly pierced the skin beneath his course fur!

"It's hrff..hrrf coming!" The hound grumbled as her ears started to ring!

"Hrff.. Brace..hrf.. your..self.. huff.. for..my hrf... cleansing..hnnnfff...FLOOD!"

"AAAUUUUUGGHWOOOOOOO!!!"

Eli threw her head back and let out something between a moan and a howl toward the skies as her taut sack throbbed and fired the first wave of pure, heavenly, orgasmic bliss through her lengthy, sensitive stallionhood! The angel wasn't exaggerating when she said it would be a flood, Dutch's digestive system let off a deep, wet "gloort!" as a large wad of yogurt-thick cum was deposited at the starting wall of his intestines and forced around Eli's throbbing flare to surge backward toward his stomach, however half of the surging nut-sludge had nowhere else to go and was pushed the wrong way through his digestive tract! The doberman let out a gurgling belch as a good helping of angel spunk bubbled up his throat to settle in his mouth and leak from the sides of his muzzle, giving him his first ever experience of a slimy mouthful of salty cock-snot!

Even in the midst of a mind numbingly powerful orgasm, Eli was present enough to pull herself back so that her spewing tip settled right in the pit of Dutch's stomach just before the second gooey wave came barreling through her pulsing cum chute! Heavy, phlegmy whiteness swamped the doberman's stomach with an audible _"bloourt"_as his gut bloated and sagged from the sheer density of the incredibly thick nut batter being dumped into him! With no more room left in Dutch's stomach to receive her load, the increasing pressure forced Eli to pull herself back further, this time her throbbing flare conveniently settled directly over the dobie's p-spot, crushing his sensitive prostate as the hound coated his lower intestine with a tertiary blast of ivory lust before the torrential flow started to ebb!

With his trigger button firmly pressed, the mute doberman's body shuddered as his senses were racked by waves of orgasmic elation as his spasming maleness fired fast, chaotic bursts of milky canine semen into the ornamented vessel beneath him! Unlike Eli's spaced-out ropes that unraveled from her balls at an even pace, the rapid-firing volleys of Dutch's release came as frenzied expulsions too copious to leave his cock in orderly spurts! The messy spraying of his doghood resembled a sprinkler as most of his yield was splashed clear of the bowl, however the jewels around the edge of the dish glowed, and an invisible force collected the wasted seed and cast it back over the rim.

As the flow of dog cum evened out, and the bowl was quickly filled with Dutch's discharge, Eli hungrily licked her lips as the repetitive squirt-squirt-squirt-squirt-squirt from below told her that she was successfully draining the doberman for every drop of ambrosial love-juice his body could give. The excitement of the angel's own orgasm soon passed, her tense muscles relaxed and her drained ballsack unclenched to swing loosely between her hindlegs as it had before, no longer pulsing with need. When she heard Dutch's squirting seed subside into a steady drip, she lifted off of his back and propped herself on the bowed dog's rump, withdrawing the rest of her horse-length until her wide-bloomed flare was caught by his clenching sphincter. The pressure shift from the hound's movement made the dobie's stomach grumble as the cum trapped around her shaft was forced forward as she pulled back.

While Eli waited for her flare to subside, she took this time to carry out her penultimate goal, quenching the thirst of a former succubus turned angel.

The jewel-encrusted bowl, now filled to the brim with the frothy brew of canine sperm soup, floated up from beneath the doberman who's seed stained its golden walls and hovered just in front of Eli's muzzle. The hound took a deep sniff of the lewd, musky aroma arising from its contents, the heady fragrance of freshly spent male essence sent tingles through the redeemed demon's form, and sparked recollections of ancient times when she roamed the mortal realm and seduced many lustful, naïve souls and drained them of their seed until they ultimately expired in their attempts to satisfy her insatiable carnal thirst! Eli brought the rim of the bowl to her lips and slowly tilted it up, casting the salty, silvery slew over her taste buds and down her throat, moaning slightly as she shamelessly and noisily gulped down the bowlful of tangy stud-chowder.

Deep inside the hound, the fiery coals of eternal lust hissed as their flames were doused by the sticky white cascade, but like time had proven, even an ocean of thick, creamy desire milked from a million dissolute souls would never drown out the fire completely. The embers would smolder, and soon enough the flame would relight, then another unlucky soul will find themselves at the mercy of the lecherous, corrupt angel.

When the bowl was empty, Elisheba feverishly licked inside and around the rim to gather every possible bit of cum there was to miss. The stained walls of the bowl were returned to pristine condition when she was done, the hound left not a single speck of spunk anywhere on it. With her thirst quelled, it was time to give Dutch what he was promised.

Eli jerked her hips back, her semi-flaccid flare still gave a hard time uncorking from the dobie's well-worked mud trap, but all it took was a second pull before dog ass and horsecock announced their rough, sloppy divorce with a loud, slimy

"PLOOUURRCK!"

A waterfall of chunky, slightly brown-tinted cum ceaselessly flowed from Dutch's gaping, thoroughly wrecked tailhole, pouring out over the mattress like melted, spoiled yogurt. Now that Eli was in her right mind, she recoiled at the sight of the dog's yawning anus belching out the goopy remnants of her own lust all over her bed. With a flash of blue and an airy 'poof', she reversed the alterations of her body, ridding herself of her hazardous skunk tail and equine endowments. The dome of stench surrounding the bed dissipated immediately after, bringing the welcome scent of clear heavenly air to both the dogs. Even though Dutch could breathe now, his will to speak was still held by Eli's glowing amulet and he remained in his ass up position. The angel left the bed and trotted back to her vanity table, where she stared into the mirror as she re-tied her black bow into her head-fur, trying her best not to look at the reflection showing the abused heap of a dog on her bed.

"Well Dutch, in return for letting me use your body to sate my lust, I will grant you permittance to pass through the pearly gates.", Eli said in a calm, emotionless tone. "But before I return your autonomy, I will tell you that you were right in your assumption about my actions being against the heavenly code, and since I am one of few redeemed demons to serve heaven, and you are technically still a sinner, the higher orders will not hesitate to severely punish us both should they find out about our illicit activities. So, to prevent that from happening, there is something that I must give you..."

Another gadget flew out of the leather trunk in the corner, this one was a black heart-shaped bulb with a small chain on its flat base, it sailed over to the doberman on the bed and lodged itself deep into his winking anal tunnel, where it painfully expanded to prove Eli's point, then retracted, settling at a size that stopped the constant dribble of soiled spunk leaking from his rear.

"I'll allow you to remain here for a while, until you've come to terms with what you've been through. I know you loathe me for what I've done, I would too. But you made it harder on yourself." Eli shuffled over to the trunk, she hated the part that came next, and would leave her chamber as soon as possible after she switched her amulet. "Perhaps sometime in the future, when my lust burns once more, and after you've found peace in heaven, we may share an experience that is pleasurable for both of us." She grasped the silver chain of her artifact and prepared to remove it. "But until then, ma'a salama..." She removed the red artifact and relinquished her control over the doberman.

Before Eli could throw her moon pendent over her neck she heard him inhale a large amount of air, then at the exact moment she teleported away, caught the start of a long, wailing sob of a broken dog as Dutch collapsed onto her stained bed. Since Eli's 'personal chamber' was it's own dimension inside the heavenly realm, no other angels would hear the doberman's howling, pain-filled cries. And with Eli's 'gift' lodged deep inside him, he would never tell another soul about the monster hidden behind those violet eyes and friendly smile. Dutch didn't know what she'd meant by being "redeemed", but a dog that could commit such atrocious acts did not deserve to call themselves such, nor be allowed anywhere near heaven!

He continued to sob as he laid there upon the stained bed, the nerves of his rear half still burning, stomach still bloated and weighing him down, trying to recall the mistakes of his past life that led to this. The bloody fights, stealing to survive the harsh life of a stray, all of the bitches he had mated with and left to fend for themselves, he couldn't even remember the names of most of them, then he thought of all of his pups that he never knew. Yes, he had abandoned them, but most of their mothers were street dogs like him. They would've learned how to survive in the world whether he stayed with them or not! Even if he was wrong in that assumption, was he deserving of such a heinous fate? Would he have been better off rejecting Eli's offer and being sent to hell? All of those thoughts and more swirled around the dog's mind as the time passed by, he couldn't tell how long he'd stayed that horrible cloudy room until post-coital fatigue overtook him, and his sobbing slowed as his eyes drooped shut.

~Sometime later~

Dutch awoke to a warm, friendly breeze enveloping him accompanied by a soft ringing like chimes in the wind. He jumped to his feet to take in his surroundings and realized he was back in the Hall of Judgement, right where he'd first come to after he died. Everything looked the same, except this time the gates to the castle-like structure were open and the entrance was giving off an inviting, heavenly light! Unlike in Eli's torture chamber, he was weightless and could float again, feeling as all of life's physical limitations had been shattered!

However, he still felt her influence in him, whatever she had put inside him was still there, both the gadget and her disgustingly thick yield. It didn't show, his stomach was no longer bloated and groaning with discomfort, but it was there for sure, a horrid reminder of what he'd been through. The only thing taking his mind off of that was the welcoming warmness emanating from the illuminated archway ahead. The path to the afterlife.

It called to him, and he answered, letting himself drift closer and closer to the open gates.

Maybe in the hereafter, he would forget the sordid ordeal.

Better yet, maybe he would forget about Elisheba all together. He hoped he would.

He hoped he would...

To Be Continued....