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"I just know you're gonna love this." The Doberman said, punctuating the sentence with the sound of ripping duct-tape, The Shemale dobe grinned broadly, as she set about wrapping the tape around her new Guest's folded arm, the repurposed elbow-slider pointed out in straight line from the hapless Kangaroo-wolf's shoulder. The doberman Clenched a little harder at her unlit cigarillo. as she checked the handiwork, the tape stuck firmly, preventing Kae from flexing her arm back. Moving quickly around behind her captive, the doberman shoved her massive tits into the back of the marsupial, hands gently working around, repeating the process on the other arm, her left hand pinching down on the folded wrist while her thumb thrust in the hole of the tape-roll, spun around and around and around. right spun the tape around and around and around. "I...I have to c...confess I'm worried I might not be able to keep up with y'all..." Kae spoke, trying not to spoil the mood but her mind was awash in the anxiety and exhilarating sensation of something so new. "I wouldn't worry about that too much, the folks here know a good fuck when it happens, but they're not gonna be grading you. It's a roadhouse, not some fancy-ass Dunlop Star restaurant or whatever." "M...Michelin you mean?"

The Doberman finished her wrapping as she raised an eyebrow and slid a hand down to pinch at the Roowolf's nipple through their latex tank-top, a shock of erogenous pleasure that escalated towards discomfort and then faded back into pleasure on release. "Thats what you get for using people words, Kae." The doberman smiled as she pressed her jock against the kangaroo's backdoor, as she lifted the long macropod's tail upwards, fastening a little leather strap around it, just below the tip, and from that strap, ran a segment of chain to the collar around the girl's neck, locking that tail upward in a flagged position, the sudden shift in the kangawolf's center of gravity wasn't helped by the pressure from the massive dobermann tits against her back, The canid striding slowly around her, lowering her forward onto her padded elbows in an abrogated butcher-block stretch. The Biker crouched down and gently clipped a leash to the Collar at Kae's neck, pausing to light her cigarillo, and taking a lonnnng slow steady drag. "I'll remind you of the rules for this evening: 1.)Your name is "bitch" untill you tap.

2.) You're here for our use, you're a service animal.

3.) Under my Aegis, nobody is to disfigure, maim or cut you.

4.) Every part of any club-member is to be venerated and worshipped at their request.

5.) Animals don't use words. You use words, and you're no longer an animal, and that's considered tapping. And a reward will be waiting for you on the other side of all this, should you go the whole evening, bitch."

Kae's mind raced, this was the last chance for her to back out, admittedly she'd never thought that her chance encounter with the Biker would go this far, this was crazy wasn't it? but the feel of those smooth latex garments on her, the squeeze of the collar and the tug on her tailtip all had her heart skipping a beat, This was so much and yet, when she heard the Doberman listing off her rules, casually pinching her to remind her of them, there was a rush of being seen, of being guided and watched over, even as her limbs were bound she felt the exhilaration of the growing vulnerability and the firm, insistent eye of The biker bitch on her unflinching, domineering and caring all at once. She'd spoken of Trust, binding the club together, of camaraderie on the road as she had sat and eaten with the Biker at the Roadhouse Bar, and now.... She had been asked if she wanted a taste of that. and....She wasn't sure, but that uncertainty called to something inside her as she wriggled her bound arms. in this tiny storage room, looking up at the curves of the doberman's junk and enormous tits. The smell of her smoke and leather hanging around int he air like perfume....but was this really safe? was this what she really wanted?

"Bark if you understand and accept" Kae's mouth opened before her mind could react and out shot a halting "A-arf!"; and with that, she surrendered her words.

"Good bitch, Let's go." She said, tugging on Kae's leash, striding out of the storage room in the back of the roadhouse, the struggling halting pace of walking, forced onto the floor looking up with ass high in the air on those heavy long roo feet was difficult, it was difficult to maintain balance, much less attempting anything with any sort of speed, She smiled as she strode forward. "Look what I found out back, Sinners! Ain't this the weirdest goddamn dog you've ever seen?" The Doberman strode in with heavy bootfalls, stride ever so slightly longer than what the Bitch's gait would allow, the yank of the taut leash on that collar driving home the severity of the Kangawolf's predicament. Hoots and hollers and a couple high fives are exchanged as they marvel at just how highly flagged The Bitch's rump was, as she stumbled along behind the Doberman towards the bar proper. The jukebox warbling a swampy classic rock song, a couple of new probate members looked anxiously at one another, and then back to Kae, and then to one another, only for their Patched handler to stand up, and shoving the back of their heads, press the two of them into a Kiss before striding over. The rotund bear smiling as he walked forward, the creak of his tight leather pants that supported the gut that lapped over them, filled the air, as he approached the Doberman and the Bitch, who could only look up in trepidation as the heavy ursine smiled. "Hey Boss, Reckon I might cash in my trophy from the campfire blackjack table?" The doberman smiled. "From last year, Russet? Dang. Well, I was just about to do something buuuuut I think I could use a few minutes to tank up...." she gestured to the barkeep, who quickly filled a large frosty mug with draft beer. "Toss me that chip and the Bitch is yours for the next two mugs, but I hold the leash” She Tugged the bright red strap of leather. “Keep in mind, She's an outside contractor, not applying." The large brown bear hrmmmmmed, rubbing the grey fur of his beard as he weighed the cost, before deciding. "Two mugs, it is. Then, Boss." The doberman took the Token from the bear, tucking it into her key-pocket on her jacket, she lifted her mug, and took a long swig.

The massive ursine reached a hand down to stroke over the Macropod's ears, those sharp talons making themselves present, but not drawing blood as he gently took a seat at the bar, and hooking a talon in the collar dragged the Kangaroo around in front, the barstool groaned ominously as the bear's spread seating posture trapped the bitch's nose right up against his crotch. the smell of sweat, and sun baked leather filled the long snout from the first breath, trapped in the confines of the bar, the massive bear's erection begain to stir, pressing out against the hide, straining the material even tighter as the horny virile stench grew more and more potent with every passing breath. The Bitch's eyes began to water as every drag on the atmosphere around her, grew more and more hazy, drenched in chemicals that told her body a consistent and intense message. "Obey and breed." "ooooohhhh....f-" The bitch began to say before the doberman gave a quick yank on the leash, and a stern sideways glance followed by a wink, a quick reminder of the rules before the bitch fumbled before she even started. While she could not speak, Kae, the Bitch's mind was full of her panicked elated thoughts: "Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into? Oh god i can feel him in my face through the leather he's so huge oh god I don't even wanna stop..i nngh, fuck he smells amazing I can't help myself oh fuck...oh fuck...it was so much more intense. than I realized...." The bear slid a hand down under the bar, and cupped The Roowolf's head and arched his hips, momentarily lifting his gut up, and then sliding that long macropod nose right up underneath, lowering his paunch and trapping her snout in his humid crevice, as he gestured to the bartender, who happily poured the bear a shot of rotgut. All the while, that bearmeat getting thicker and heavier, shoving itself out further and further against the leather and the furred hybrid's cheek, knocking back the shot, he grunted, and reached down, unsnapping the buttons that held his fly in place, and the wet, reek of his junk poured out directly into the trapped Bitch's snout. A tidal wave of potent pheromones from a day of hard riding and flesh on leather, rose from the saturated jock, dripping with bear precum and sweat, as he snarled. "Put yer mouth on it, and git to know me, Bitch."

The Kangawolf slowly began to open her jaw, the humid potent musk of the overweight biker bear's cock filling her maw with his presence, and a sudden shift of his hips forward shoved the dripping wet jock into her mouth. the concentrated burst of those pheromones, the perverse umami of his being on her tongue, made her gasp involuntarily, and then, he shifted his weight on the bar stool that gut came down, trapping the fabric-wrapped erection in her mouth, his heavy thighs on either side of her head. "Mmm, damn, guess it's getting to be that part of the night, Eh boss? Guess I'm gettin' on in years, seems the seal breaks earlier and earlier every run down this way." He thumped his gut, and then....clenched those thighs in place, before, relaxing his pelvic floor, the meaty bulge in Kae's mouth softened a little, only for warmth to pour out from that tip. The Kangawolf's eyes went wide in embarrassment and then, the potency of his being evoked a response in her own flesh, her tight latex panties showcasing her growing bulge, trapped under the bar with a mouth full of pissing biker dick, and she couldn't stop getting hard if she wanted, every tainted lungful clouding her mind, but her cheeks filled, the taste was strong, astringent, hard to hold, her stomach lurched and throat spasmed for a moment, in protest, but sensing that trepidation, the increasingly intoxicated bear's hand reached down under the bar, unable to peer around his own massive gut to see her, spoke. "Hey now, Remember I called in a favor fer this...." his digits stroked along the back of her head, his leathered palm and exposed fingers gently brushing the base of those long ears, folded back to fit under the bar. He finished his thought with a voice, that suddenly dropped it's gravely braggadocio, and revealed it's hidden depth; warm and sweet, with the tiniest bite in it's plosives; "Don't let me down now...pup." The Bitch's eye's fluttered as she audibly gulped then entire mouthful down, the hot liquid weight pooling inside her chest, his warmth, filling her bosom and more kept coming, his grip did not lessen in the slightest, as his essence kept pouring in as that husky siren voice rolled out from beneath his bushy mustache and over his gray beard. "Oooooh.....that's a gooood dog~" Kae's tail began to wag clanking against the d-ring at the back of her collar, her folded arms, pressed against the outside of his thighs tightening as her own erection shot out of the top of her panties, the shiny black rubber keeping her erection pointed upward against her belly the only stimulation she could get by bucking her hips forward, and dragging her glans up and down her bellyfur, tormented and teased unable to use her hands to do anything about this sudden burning raging need as she felt inexorably seen, completely and totally observed, and treated increasingly as she realized she deserved to be treated. Another mouthful, another lungful, another mouthful another lungful, until finally the flow stopped. The sodden jockstrap still dripping with his piss as the old bear smiled, and said. "Go on, suck that jock clean....." His erection throbbing to new stiffness as he started to push that meat into her maw, He snorts and nudged a boot forward, a toe gently smooshing up under The Bitch's tightly wrapped balls. "I thought I smelled girldick down there. Seems like -some- puppy's been getting something out of servitude it seems. Damn Boss, you sure can pick'em!" He guffawed again, as he bucked his hips, forward, meat spilling out of his jock at last, splattering the inside of the Bitch's muzzle with jets of precum. "Nnngh....good dog...." But then, there was a loud "CLACK" of a mug hitting the bartop; And a belch from Kae's right. and a tug on the leash. "Hate to interrupt, but that's two, Russet." The doberman Spoke, her tailnub wiggling as her malicious grin spread over her face, "You Gotta be Fuckin' KIDDIN' me Boss! I can feel this bitch's Uvula on my short n' curlies and you want me to stop NOW? Boss I ain't one to complain but have mercy! my ball's're cobalt blue!" The doberman gave an exaggerated shrug. "You agreed to the terms, It's a matter of personal honor at this point, Russet." She shook her head from side to side The bear growled and slowly pulled that throbbing fragrant schlong out of The Roowolf's mouth, eliciting a hungry yearning whine from the bitch as the cool air poured into her throat momentarily clearing her nostrils of the rank pheromones. the dobe smiling and tugged the bitch closer. "Tell you what though, You take a minute and get the bitch a bowl of water and I'll think about mayyybe letting her follow her nose. Hows that sound, Girl?" She smiles and pet the Top of Kae's head. "Does a good puppy really wanna finish that bear off with her mouth?" She squatted down and slid the palm of her hand over the cute roowolf's rubber-clad erection. "One hump for no, two for yes." She pushed up, pinning that dick against it's owner's fluffy belly, the awkward pose lending itself as she kae thought about it, that bear in her mouth, the musk, the feel of him, the feeling of being so easily used, obedient and good and tasting all manner of perverse intimate sensations in her nose and tongue....her hips rocked forward, and then again, splurting a jet of precum all over the doberman's paw, as she gasped wordlessly, in shock and embarrassment, as the Biker Pulled her hand back, sniffed it once, and then, smeared it on her boot, pointing to it: That sounds like a yes, Now lick it clean, puppy." Russet snorted and turned on his heels, and marched towards the kitchen in search of a bowl, leaving The Dobe to stare down the hesitating Kangawolf bitch, leash pulled taut against her collar. Kae trembled in her indecision, the smell of asphalt and road-grime and the rough patch worn by the shift-lever stared back at her as she struggled to muster up the courage. She gulped, and watched as a second wet spot splattered on the leather right next to the smear, and the scent of that doberman's meat rose from the drop like steam from a boiling pot, and if the bear's reek was potent, this struck Kae so intensely, she felt her backdoor go slack like a hit from a bottle of poppers, and before she realized it, her tongue was out and licking, the taste of it, obliterating her words, her cock sliding all the way out from it's rubber confines, hips bucking instinctively, as she whined as her tail flagged all the way up and wagged left and right against it's bonds, in the dance of her primal canine forebears. The leather shined as her tongue washed over it, pausing hesitating as the musk was cleaned away before a drop splatted onto her forehead from above, as she looked up to see the enormous tip of the doberman's hypercock dribbling from within it's sheath. And then those long ears, laid back nervously heard the words. "Good Puppy" and she melted all over again, wagging and licking and staring up proudly, leaning forward onto her elbows as the door opened with Russet emerging from the kitchen triumphantly hoisting a bowl overhead, prompting a chorus of hooting and laughing from those assembled. "The bear came forward and set the bowl down just to the side of the bitch's snout, and strode around, and smirked, as he started to unzip again, letting her get a few gulps of water in, before another drop of the bear's pre dripped into the bowl tainting the concoction. The dobe grinned as she stared down her fellow club member and punched him playfully in the shoulder. "You missed this bitch that much? Must be getting soft in your old age." The bear rolled his eyes and punched back. "nahhh just wanted to make sure she didn't forget me after a hit of your fuckin' slime. So then... Front and back, Boss?" "Sounds good to me~"

The Dobe leaned down and tied the leash around the column of a bar stool as the bear slumped down and seated himself under the bar, making it easy for the hobbled bitch to look at his throbbing dick as it leaked all over his jockstrap, and then..... the warm prod under her tail, told her that the dobe was taking up position, and there was going to be a lot of work ahead. The first shove of her hips, shoved her mouth against that dick, meat slowly entering her from both ends, prying their way inside,, these virile musky shafts opening her, the rush of those redolent bodies rendering her desperate, hips starting to quake and spasm as she feels herself stretching and straining, hands on her hips and head, guiding her, working her open, filling her, and then.... in unison.

"Goood girl~"

The roowolf's knees, already strained from the activity, nearly gave out as her brain was soaked in a rush of serotonin and dopamine, her muscles, slacken, and her backdoor strained, thrusts shoving her nose closer and closer to Russet's furry fatpad, throat crammed full, a bone for a good dog and every move backward only strained her backdoor against that growing hyper dobe dick, and the cycle would repeat, incrementally straining her anatomy....the feel of that dobe-dick wrenching her wide open, and the grinding smoosh of it against her prostate, as that Bear dick started to shoot precum with trace amounts of piss in it, into her maw; Her dick shot, splattering the leather pants of the bear, as he grrrrowls and Fired off in response, a rush of viscous sticky jizz filling her throat, and then surging into her cheeks as she tried to swallow but her throat clenched as the dobe thrust in, body straining, as another round of her own orgasm washed through her, girldick spasming and firing again and again, as spunk leaked back down around Russet's cock. The dobe, steadied herself before, slooowly pulling back out and then, soaking the rooowolf's upturned and exposed ass, with A gush of her orgiastic precum, edging herself back there, smearing and wiping it all in the fur, leaving the poor bitch reeking as she struggled to contend with the Ursine in front of her.

"Alllll right sinners, I warmed her up for ya. Line up and spend some time with this new bitch here...." The hollering and hooting and trampling of approaching bikers eager to sample the poor roowolf's ass sent a wave of cool air up her ass that let her now how badly she was gaping after just a few inches of that hyperdick, followed by a hungry tongue sliding inside her from one of the Bikers, and then a plump sheath shoving up and frotting as the dobe walked around and pet her head. "Good Girl....." she cooed. Russet snarled as another surge of bearspunk shot into The bitch's mouth. "Yeahhhh.....realll good girl..." The haze of pleasure, the feeling of twisted security as she felt the dobe pet her, left Kae quaking and she barely noticed the new cock sliding into her until it poked her prostate and she gasped again. She shivered and realized exactly how true it felt when the Bikers spoke to her, how absolutely factual it was when she heard that praise. She moaned and swallowed the thick load at last and licked and nuzzled at those sweaty, piss-stained bear balls.

She had been promised a reward at the end of the night, and now, Kae wished more than anything, that she'd never have to find out what it was.