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"He'll be here any minute, Dot," Amber said, her voice shaking. "I really like him. He's so much more fun than the boys at school..."

Dot looked up at Amber with big eyes, feeling for her human master. Amber went to a Catholic school, and she wasn't allowed to date. The Dalmatian knew a little about how that went; she wasn't spayed, so she wasn't allowed outside - even when she wasn't in heat. The baby diaper she was wearing was humiliating, but she'd gotten used to it after the first two times. Dot placed her head in the girl's lap, letting the human pet her nerves away.

"Oh man, if my parents found out about this, I'd be dead! But they're gone...we've got all night. What if...what if he wants to make out?" she asked, incredulous. The young girl had long, curly auburn hair and a pleasant smooth complexion. Definitely a pretty girl to look at, though her teats had yet to grow in. Dot had heard plenty of complaints from Amber about her flat chest, but the Dalmatian didn't see what was so bad. Dot rather liked her own small teats; at least as compared to her mother's ten swollen ones.

Dot would have said something, but adults never understood what dogs said, no matter how obvious. Amber's little sister, Carol, talked with Dash and Dot all the time, but Amber had long since forgotten that dogs can talk. Like most adults, she believed so strongly that animals weren't smart that all she heard were barks and whines. Rather than speak to deaf ears, the young Dalmatian just licked Amber's hand. Amber's parents and Carol were out of town until the early morning, home just in time for Sunday morning mass. That meant the sixteen-year-old girl had a very rare evening with the house all to herself. Dot certainly didn't approve of Amber's plan. Justin wasn't even Catholic! And he certainly shouldn't be alone in the house with a young girl! At least Dot would be by Amber's side in case anything went wrong.

Then, the door knocked. Amber leapt to her feet, jittery. "That's him!" she cried, rushing for the door. When she opened it, Dot tried to follow, but got a faceful of door. "No, Dot; stay. You know you can't be in the same room as Dash right now."

Dot sighed. Dash was her twin brother, born from the same litter by their mother, Debbie. Debbie was the reason the parents were out of town; the mother Dalmatian was being bred again. Amber's parents were avid dog-breeders, trying to improve their favorite breed. Dot would be bred eventually, assuming she didn't display any signs of hip dysplasia. Until then, Dot would have to suffer through her heats alone.

Dot growled at the closed door, wishing she could be there to protect Amber from Justin. At least Dash was down there. "Make sure he doesn't hurt her!" she barked through the door.

Dash barked back, the muffled sound reaching through Amber's flimsy door. "I'm watching him!"

Amber only heard barking, and said, "HUSH, you two! Come in, Justin."

Dot couldn't hear or see any more, until a few minutes later, when Justin and Amber came bursting through the door, almost crashing into Dot. For a half-second, Dot saw her brother on the other side of the door. With the door closed, protecting Amber was her job now. "I don't trust him," Dash said.

Justin through his bookbag on the floor and say on the bed, looking up at Amber. "Nice house. You got two Dalmatians?" he asked.

"Three, their mother is out of the house though."

"Sweet. Pretty dogs, for a pretty girl."

Dot rolled her eyes, but Amber smiled and sat down next to Justin. The boy was all wrong for a God-fearing Christian girl like Amber. He had a nose piercing and spikey, gelled black hair, and wore a wrinkly jacket and tattered jeans. Dot frowned disapprovingly at him, but he didn't seem to notice.

The boy had taken a glass of milk, a plate, some Wonderbread, a butterknife, and a tub of peanut butter from the kitchen, and began making himself a peanut butter sandwich. Amber sat next to him, clearly nervous, and said, "My parents are gone until morning, so we've got all evening."

He took a bite of the sandwich and mumbled, "Only evening? Sounds like we've got all night." He looked around the room, while Amber chuckled softly.

"What are you looking for?" she asked.

Justin smiled and said, "Glad to see your windows are large enough to sneak out of."

Dot was unamused, but Amber laughed. The Dalmatian was pretty sure the boy wasn't joking. He'd probably snuck out of many other girls' rooms.

When he finished his sandwich, he washed the peanut butter down with the large glass of milk. He looked up at the crucifix hanging above Amber's bed and said, "You don't really believe all that stuff they tell you in church, do you?"

Amber hesitated. "Of course not," she laughed. Dot knew better than that. Why was Amber trying to impress this boy? The strawberry blond had never toyed with the line of temptation...until today. Already, for this no-good scum-bag, she was forsaking her one, true God? Oh, if only Dot could talk!

He said, "My parents are Methodist, and that's all bullshit too. I don't believe in anything."

Amber was silent. Justin looked her over, and said, "Come here," patting the bed in the mere foot of space between the two of them. Amber gave a weak smile and slid up next to him, and he wrapped his arm around her. "This is what's real, Amber. You and me." He kissed her.

Dot growled, but Amber ignored her. Instead, the sixteen-year-old folded up into his arms, kissing him back, and they were at it. She opened her mouth eagerly for his, letting him slip his tongue inside. He held her tightly, tilting his head to the side to lock lips as closely as possible. Dot could only watch and disapprove. As far as the Dalmatian knew, Amber had just met this boy, and she'd never even kissed a boy before. Why was she in such a rush?

Dot was relieved two minutes later, when Amber stood up for herself. Justin put a hand on her blouse, caressing the young girl's chest, but Amber pulled away from him and said, "Wait!"

Justin turned away from her briefly, rolling his eyes. But only Dot saw it, Amber could only see the side of his head. The Dalmatian growled again. Justin said, "It's okay, baby, I'm not going to do anything you're not comfortable with." He kissed her again, and the girl kissed back as if nothing had even happened.

But ten seconds later, Justin said, "Hey, can you do something for me?"

"...What?"

"Wait here," he said, grabbing his backpack and rummaging through it. He produced two, tiny white pills. "I can tell you're nervous." He popped one of the pills into his own mouth, swallowing it. "Take this," he urged, holding out the pill.

Amber looked cautiously at it. "What...what is it?"

"Just something to help you relax. It always helps me."

When Amber grabbed the pill, Dot started barking. "No, Amber, don't do it! What are you doing!?"

But the girl she had known all her life turned to her and said, "Hush, Dot, it's okay." She flung the pill into the back of her throat and swallowed. Dot sat down, stunned. The girl doesn't even know what that thing is! But Amber didn't seem to mind, though she coughed as she tried to swallow the dry pill.

"You okay?" Justin asked.

Amber choked a little, but said, "Yeah, yeah, I got it all. But I think I need a drink."

"Sure, I could use another glass of milk, anyway."

Dot watched the teenagers leave the room, closing the door so that the Dalmatian couldn't get out. But Dot knew Dash would be watching Justin for any signs of danger. Still, it was frustrating to be trapped, alone, not knowing what was happening outside. Justin had left the peanut butter open, and she thought about digging in. Peanut butter was very relaxing, but Dot knew she wasn't supposed to, and so she didn't.

A half-hour later, Justin and Amber returned to her room. Dash was right behind them. "Dot! Stop them!" he barked, before the door closed on his face. Dot could see what he meant: the two teenagers were locked in each others arms, making out wildly. Amber leaned up against him as he moved her over to the bed. Together, they flopped onto the bed, Amber on her back, kissing him. Whatever that pill had been, it certainly seemed to relax Amber's inhibitions!

This time, when the boy reached for her blouse, Amber just moaned and arched her back. "God damn you're beautiful," he said.

"I...I don't know what to say," the girl replied.

"Then don't," he said, kissing her.

Dot watched them kiss, her ears laid back, muscles tense. Why was Amber doing this? She was disobeying her father and her mother, and gallivanting with some no-good heathen. The Dalmatian couldn't understand her thought process. The boy's kisses couldn't compare with God's love and mercy. But Dot could do nothing to get that idea across to the girl.

Justin's hands began to tease at the hemline of Amber's blouse, touching her soft skin. Amber just shivered. She said, "I've never felt...so much, everything feels so...so much!" She began to slide her hands up and down Justin's back, while he slipped his hand under and up her blouse. That was too far!

Dot jumped halfway onto the bed, barking, "Stop that, you creep! She doesn't want that!"

The two teenagers were startled by Dot's sudden fury, and stopped long enough to look over at her. Then Amber said, "Dot, no! Down! Down!" When Dot barked again, Amber yelled, "Bad dog! Bad dog!"

Dot cringed away. She wasn't a bad dog! She was just trying to save her girl from her mistakes! Still, the words stung, and she backed away from the bed. Her duty as a dog and her duty to God were clear: obey your master.

Amber smiled empathetically at Dot, who trembled and tucked her tail between her legs. The girl said in a softer tone, "It's okay, Dot, it's okay."

Justin was amused by the outbreak. He said, "Wait, is your dog wearing a diaper?"

"Yeah," Amber said, her face growing red. "She's in heat."

He laughed, "Catholics. Shoulda known you wouldn't neuter your pets."

"Hey!" Amber protested, explaining, "We can neuter pets; my parents just happen to be Dalmatian breeders."

"So why aren't they breeding her? I can hear that male one scratching at your door."

"Dash is Dot's brother! Besides, she's young and they want to make sure she'll be good 'stock'." Amber reached over to pet Dot's head.

Justin scooted across the bed, reaching toward Dot's diaper. Casually, he undid the velcro and pulled them off of her. Amber said, "What are you doing?"

"What do you think - if we let Dash in here will they do it?" he asked, smirking.

"No way, Justin. My parents would kill me!" Dot watched, a growl rising in her throat as the boy walked toward the bedroom door. Amber jumped off the bed, grabbing Justin's arm to pull him back, saying, "Stop, really, I mean it!"

"Okay, okay, Jesus," he replied, shaking his arm free from her grasp. "I'm just gunna let him in and see what happens. We'll stop him if anything happens, okay?"

Amber bit her lip, looking at Justin. "Okay."

Dot's jaw dropped. Justin opened the door, and Dash quickly stepped inside, looking at Dot and saying, "Has he done anything yet? I can't hear very much through that door."

Dot laid her ears back. She felt naked without the diaper on, knowing that her heat smell was wafting around the entire room. But she trusted Dash. He was a good catholic, and wouldn't even consider trying anything with her. "He tried to grope her, but I interrupted. Amber yelled at me though," she added bitterly.

Dash said, "You're not wearing your diaper..." suddenly hushed.

Dot said, "He took it off. He kinda wants to see if you'll...'give in to temptation'."

To his credit, her brother blinked at her. "Uh...gross. At least this means there will be two of us to stop him if he tries anything with Amber." The two kids were sitting on the bed, watching the two dogs intently, and Dash finally said, "What are they doing?"

Dot sighed, "Watching to see what you'll do."

Dash sat down, watching Justin back with a cold stare. Dot was impressed, though she could tell that her brother was being careful to breathe through his mouth. "This is all he'll get," he growled softly.

Justin said, "He's not even sniffing at her. Are you sure he's got balls?"

Dash snorted, and Amber said, "I...I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay? Make sure they don't...do anything."

"On my honor," the boy said, holding his right arm up until she left, the door swinging shut with a loud click. Once she was gone, he started rummaging through his backpack, saying, "Where is it...where is it...gotcha!" He produced a small, blue pill, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the two Dalmatians.

"What's that?" Dot asked.

Justin dipped the pill in the jar of peanut butter, saying, "I knew I'd find a good use for this. Wonder what it'll do to a dog, if it can get it up for old man O'Connor. Here boy! Peanut butter!" He held the little ball of peanut butter out for the dog.

When Dash stepped forward, Dot yipped, "What are you doing! You don't know what that is!" She moved after him, but she couldn't reach her brother before he had lapped up the peanut butter, pill and all.

Dash looked sheepishly at his sister, still trying to lick peanut butter from his whiskers. "It's peanut butter. I can't say no to peanut butter..."

"Good boy," Justin said, running a hand through his spikey hair to straighten an errant lock.

"Dash, that was really stupid! Who knows what that pill does - and it's not even for dogs!"

Dash gave her a reproachful glance. "But it was peanut butter..."

Dot sighed. "Just...make sure you keep your attention on helping Amber when she gets back."

When Amber returned, Justin said nothing about the pill he had given to Dash. The girl smiled and sat next to him, squeezing her body up close to him. "Where were we?" she asked.

Justin leaned in and kissed her again, causing the teenage girl to shiver. Like that, the two dogs were forgotten, and the kids melted in each others arms.

Dash growled, "You let this happen?"

Dot said, "I tried to stop it, but Amber yelled at me! We can't interfere unless she asks for help."

"Or if she does something really stupid," Dash growled. "I won't let this Godless heathen take Amber's purity." Dot nodded in agreement, though she hadn't even considered the idea that Amber might ask Justin to sleep with her. What would Dot do? Could she really disobey her master? The Dalmatian decided that she'd leave that up to Dash.

When Justin reached under Amber's shirt, the dogs did nothing, though they sat with their fur bristling. Amber was clearly all too willing to let the boy fondle her. Dot could tell that he had slid his hand all the way under her blouse to touch the slight swell of her under-developed breasts. Amber just moaned and pulled Justin closer.

"Why is it so warm in here?" she asked, sweating.

"Because you're so hot."

"Then why am I shivering?"

"Because...because your body wants more," he stumbled to say, kissing her.

Dot watched the teenagers intently, a growl rising in her throat. What was wrong with Amber? She was acting strange...could it be that pill Justin had given her?

With one smooth motion Amber slid her blouse, which had already been half-way unbuttoned, over her head. Justin smiled down at the young girl's revealed buds, and Amber grabbed one of his hands, clutching him to her breast.

Justin said, "You're so beautiful...I think I love you, Amber." His hands slowly worked their way down her chest, passing her belly button on the way to her skirt.

Amber thrust her hips upward, letting Justin grip the elastic waistline of her skirt. Dot barked, "Dash, what do we do!?" Amber didn't seem to be resisting.

Dot watched as Justin began to slide both Amber's skirt and panties down her legs, stepping back until he removed them completely, throwing the clothes in the corner. Amber lay on the bed, completely naked and shivering. Dot kept waiting for Dash to intervene, but her brother said nothing.

Surprised, Dot looked over at her brother for the first time in about ten minutes. She wrinkled her brow. What was happening to him? He sat there with his mouth half open, drooling slowly onto the floor. He watched the two teenagers with a blank expression. It didn't look like he was about to step in any time soon.

Standing, Dot looked around, not sure what to do. Amber wasn't resisting...if Dot tried to stop her, Amber would yell at her! But she couldn't let this go on, could she? At this rate, Justin would...

"Let's do it," he said.

Dot's eye widened.

"O-okay," the girl replied, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Dot's jaw dropped. Justin began tearing off his own clothes. The Dalmatian looked to her brother, but he did nothing. Everything was riding on Dot's decision, but she didn't know what to do.

Amber said, "Wait, wait...do you have a condom?"

The bare-chested boy was beginning to lower his boxers, but he stopped, surprised. "I thought Catholics couldn't..."

She laughed, "We can't have sex either, but if we're going to, we'd better use protection!"

Justin scowled. "Well, I don't got one. C'mon, it'll feel better without one."

She said, "It's okay, I've got one in my drawer. I stole it from the nurse's office at Brigham High when we went there for band." Dot was stunned when the girl she thought she knew pulled open the drawer and produced a condom, probably the greatest sin the Dalmatian could imagine.

Justin took the condom, sliding his underwear down. He was naked too, now, his lightly-furred penis sticking out. "This is gonna be great..."

"I love you, Justin."

How could this be happening? Amber was about to betray God, right in front of Dot! The Dalmatian had to decide, fast, whether to obey her master, or to save Amber from her foolishness. Dot decided. Barking, she said, "Dash, c'mon, stop them!"

Dot began barking her head off, jumping around and onto the bed, trying to scare some sense into the girl. But no other barks joined her. Dash was just sitting there! She needed his help. Jumping down from the bed, she stood in front of her dazed brother and said, "C'mon, Dash! Dash! Dash?"

Face to face, the male Dalmatian finally seemed to notice Dot. But his tongue still hung loosely out the side of his mouth, and thin rope of drool dangerously close to falling to the ground. Dot looked down, noting the growing puddle of saliva, but she noticed something else as well. There, between her brother's legs, sat his half-erect cock, glistening and red. Dot's mouth fell open and she stared, paralyzed.

"Holy shit, look at that hard-on!" Justin said, now that both kids were looking at the dogs, drawn by Dot's frantic barking.

Amber had crawled onto her hands and knees to get a better look at the two dogs, with Justin kneeling on the bed next to her. Dash looked Dot over, his glazed eyes seeing her, but not really seeing her. He stood up, his erection swinging heavily between his legs.

Dot backed up, yelping, "Dash...Dash! What are you doing?"

All her brother did was walk toward her. Dot tore her eyes away from his swaying red tip, turned, and fled with her tail between her legs. But there was nowhere to go! She was only able to run about seven feet before she reached the wall, and Dash was chasing her. When he caught up, he wasted no time leaping onto her back, even as she crouched submissively beneath him, her thick tail holding firm.

"Stop! Stop, Dash!"

Dash wasn't listening. Her only hope was Amber. Looking over at her master with large eyes, she wailed, "Amber! Help me, help me, Amber!" Dot could feel her brother's front paws sliding into the grooves of her hips, tugging and pulling her hindquarters up. "Amber!"

Amber looked worried, and crawled forward. "Dash, no!" the girl called. Thank God, she was going to help! Dot yelped nervously, feeling as her brother began to swing his hips forward and backward.

But when Amber was about to get off the bed, Justin slid an arm around her, pulling he back. He whispered in her ear, but Dot could hear every word. "No, don't. It's only...natural, what they're doing. Let them have their fun, too." Amber shivered in his grip, looking up at him. She nodded, and leaned back in his embrace, both teenagers watching as Dot cringed and yelped.

"No, Amber! Help! Amber, stop him!" she cried, until her voice was raw.

She felt Dash's stomach resting heavily on her back. Her brother was still drooling, but now his sticky saliva was splashing down onto the back of Dot's neck. Dot tried to squirm away from him, but his grip on her waist was too strong. She felt something wet and hard jabbing at her tail and thighs, but she stayed crouched and low.

"Dash," she wailed, "Stop this...you don't want this..."

But all her brother did was lift up, hard, pulling her rump up until Dot's hind legs fell uselessly below her. He kept tugging and thrusting at her while she kept her tail curled tightly between her legs. Dot kept shifting her hips from side to side, trying to stay one step ahead of her brother.

"Damn, he's big," Justin said, though Amber watched quietly.

Dot couldn't wrestle herself away from her larger brother, so all she could do was plead with him. "Dash," she begged, "Don't do this...I'm your sister! Think about what God would say! I'm in heat!"

When Dash finally spoke, his low-pitched growl made Dot shiver. He said, "Dot...stop...squirming!" Suddenly, his teeth sank into the scruff of her neck, and he tugged painfully back. She tried to escape, but he was too strong, holding her almost motionless as he thrust powerfully against her tail.

Desperately, she turned to Amber once again, and squealed, "Amber...no! Stop him!"

Amber stirred again, almost as if she could understand what Dot was saying, but Justin pulled her close and said, "Look at how much she wants it, Amber. She's yelping for him!"

Amber leaned up and kissed him, staying put. Dot was so stunned, that she wasn't ready for her brother's next thrust. With a loud, bellowing woof, Dash rammed himself forward, his massive erection collided off the side of Dot's tail, pushing it away. For only a split second, her heat-swollen vulva lay unprotected, but that was enough. Dash sunk into his sister with a wet squelch, sliding all the way up to his growing knot. Dot dropped her jaw and whined in shock. She had been betrayed, first by her brother, and then by her master, who just watched quietly while Dash pinned, penetrated, and began to rape his own sister.

Dot's yelps and squeals no longer had any additional meaning. She trembled, helpless as her brother humped her. She whimpered, having lost her virginity, violated the sanctity of marriage, and committed an act of incest all in one, eager thrust. If God hadn't answered her prayers earlier, He certainly wouldn't now! She was the lowest of the low, never feeling as dirty or spoiled as she did now.

The teenagers watched in awe as Dash raped her, Justin going so far as to move in to get a closer look at where Dash's giant cock was spreading Dot's swollen pussy wide. Amber watched intently, her mouth agape. But she didn't try to stop it.

Dot whimpered again, still trying to struggle away from her randy brother, but he held her tightly with his paws and teeth. Again and again his swollen knot banged up against her vulva, Dash grunting and groaning in his attempts to ram himself balls-deep into his sister. Dot's tail dangled useless to the side, unable to protect her.

Whining, Dot felt sweat from Dash's front paws drenching her inner thighs, while his drool continued to wet the fur of her neck. She felt hot and sweaty herself, but she was too busy squealing and screaming to pant. Again and again he violated her, sinking deep between her tender folds, and if she didn't do something soon, he would hammer his way into her, locking the two canines together and sealing Dot's fate. She knew her fertile womb was waiting, unprotected, for his eager ejaculations. What had she done to turn God against her?

Justin was rubbing himself and fondling Amber's breasts as he watched Dot's rape, saying, "God this is hot. Knock that horny bitch up!" he yelled to Dash.

Dash strained even harder against Dot, though if he had heard Justin's encouragement or not, she would never know. All Dot could do was wail and take his enthusiastic thrusts, crying out, "No! No, Dash! Not like this! Dash, please!!!"

If her pleas accomplished anything, it was to spur her brother on. With an intense growl, he rammed himself forward, his knot spreading her wide apart with a sticky, wet smack. Dot stared ahead, eyes wide in a daze at the sudden, painful intrusion. There was no help for her now. Her vulva stretched wide around the base of his knot with a sound like a loose floorboard squeaking. She closed around him like a glove, a huge bulge straining at her rump. Dot trembled.

"Oh my God, is that normal?" Amber said, alarmed at the baseball-sized bulge that was Dot's mound.

Justin just shrugged, "I guess. Don't you know?"

Amber said, "My parents haven't ever let me watch a breeding."

Justin said, "Look, it's still growing!"

Dot squealed, feeling Dash's bulbus glandis reach its full size. Her brother kept hammering away at her, but his thrusts were sharp and short now, and quicker. Her heat-swollen vulva tingled, stretched around his knot, and she whined desperately, hating herself for the pleasure that was now wracking her body. His swollen knot brushed almost painfully up against that little nub a few inches inside of her, and Dot could no longer stop herself. She began to rock her hips up and down, her tongue dangling out the side of her mouth.

The teenagers watched in bug-eyed silence.

Slap, slap, slap! Dash's balls swung back and forth into her hind legs as he pumped against her, groaning and whining. His pitch went higher with each passing moment, his body shaking and shuddering above her. Dot knew what was about to happen, but trapped whimpering in his powerful grip. Dot wept, feeling his hard cock embedded deep and tight within her. "No," she cried, "Please...Dash, I can't have your puppies...I can't!"

Suddenly the teeth on her neck loosened, and for the briefest fraction of time she wondered if she'd somehow gotten through to him. Instead, his grip no longer mattered. With a grunt, he hammered himself forward, his hips flush with hers as he shuddered. Dot could feel him splattering her insides, hear every drop splooshing into her slick passage. His copious contributions were punctuated, timed with each, throbbing hump. Squirt! Splish! Splash! Soon the sound had changed to a low-pitched burble as her brother filled her with his seed.

He rested his entire weight on her shaky hind legs, sweat dripping from his paws. Dot panted wildly, feeling hot, and sweaty. Cum dribbled down her thighs, having managed to leak out before her brother's knot sealed her virgin entrance. As if that weren't bad enough, her neck and back were soaked in drool. She was dirty and wet all over, but the worst feeling by far was sloshing around inside of her. She didn't even want to think about the growing pool in her spoiled womb.

Dot quivered and whined as he claimed her, as helpless now as when he had first chased her down. She could never have believed he would rape her. Could it have been the pill that had caused it? Dash certainly didn't seem to be himself. She was noticeably smaller and less muscular than her brother; he could have done this any other day with only a futile struggle on her part. She felt cold. What if it wasn't the pill? What if he would do this whenever she was in heat!

Heavy with his semen pooling up inside her womb, she realized that her worries were wholly unimportant on the large scale of things. Unless through some miracle, Dot was pregnant with her brother's puppies. She trembled, dazed as Dash suddenly lifted himself off of her, spinning around until the two siblings were standing rump to rump. She could feel him still squirting deep inside her, his massive knot holding the two canines tightly together.

His last words kept ringing through her ears. "Dot...stop...squirming!" Not only had he known who she was, he had known that she wasn't willing. What great sin had she committed that had caused this to befall her? The sin of their coupling drained down into her womb, mixing inside of her to quicken and take permanent root. Now, her brother panted silently behind her, spraying her with the last of his cum.

When Dot finally looked over at the teenagers, they were really going at it. As soon as Dash had jumped off of her, the horny kids did not delay in working out their own, straining frustrations. Dot watched, stunned, pinned, and helpless as Justin and Amber made their underage bodies one, screaming and moaning while they violated God's laws. If Amber had had any hesitance left in her, it had faded when she had watched her two Dalmatians breed.

Dot collapsed in exhaustion, still tied to her brother. The noise on the bed had faded, and Justin and Amber lay together in their naked, sticky embrace. Dot joined them in sleep a moment later, letting one last whimper cross her lips.

* * * * *

Dot woke suddenly when she felt sharp claws digging into her hips. Startled, by the time she realized where she was, and what was happening, her brother was already swinging his hips, slapping his balls against her abdomen. Dot didn't bother standing, instead laying down and whimpering softly. Had Dash even pulled out of her before humping her again? She couldn't remember.

He was even quieter than last time, perhaps because she didn't struggle or squirm. He just grunted and thrust, his tail wagging as he raped her a second time. His massive knot was already in place, straining at her folds and causing her to yip softly. He moaned with each sharp jab, picking up pace. Dot's legs were aching and sore, straining to keep her rump up in the air for her unapologetic brother. Each dispassionate thrust sent a tingle down Dot's aching genitals, her body reacting in such a way as to ease his ownership over her.

Dot lay still, her vision blurring as her body rocked forward and backward. But she did manage to see two dark lumps in the bed. Amber and Justin still lay sleeping, oblivious to the copulating dogs only a few feet away.

With a peremptory grunt, Dash erupted inside of her again, all but sealing her fate. Was she her brother's bitch now? Could they even be married in the eyes of God, or was she doomed to raise her puppies in disgrace? He used her like a wad of tissue, quivering and grunting as her spasming cunt milked him. The warmth of his seed filled her belly, and he turned around once more to leave her cold and alone, with only his massive cock spreading her aching vulva to keep her company.

The last thing Dot noticed before she closed her eyes and drifted off again was a mint-condition condom lying unused on the floor.