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**Abigail panted, standing outside on a dreary day. The rain was so light that it almost felt like the Hungarian Vizsla was swimming. At least that was part blessing...the drizzle only touched her golden outer coat, and the rain drowned most of her scent. She stood in front of the abandoned lean-to in the corner of the industrial district. If she hadn't been mislead by the dogs she'd asked on the way, Riley lived here.

She steeled herself. Two days ago, the young bitch had been a virgin, trying to piece together her feelings during her first heat. Riley had found her, his smooth charisma and confidence overwhelming her. She'd battled her instincts, trying desperately to remember Jesus' teachings, but in the end, she had let the Doberman mount her on the promise that he'd pull out.

He hadn't.

She knew now that he had never intended to. Locked in a tie with him, he'd been very apologetic and promised to marry her. She'd believed him, until her best friend, Christy, came home, revealing that the exact same thing had happened to her! Worse, he had promised to come around the next day, but there was no sign.

Christy was spending all her time with her golden retriever, Billy. Abby was pretty sure the husky hadn't told her new boyfriend exactly what had happened. Billy seemed like a good Catholic, but he wasn't the father of Christine's pups. Abby knew what would happen if she didn't marry Riley. Father Rover was clear on this issue of babies out of wedlock: if she didn't marry Riley, for the rest of her life people would look down on her and her pups.

She could hardly tell it was early afternoon thanks to the cloud cover. She paced back and forth, calling on her faith to go inside. Making it this far had been hard enough. She'd skulked behind bushes and in alleys, holding her tail down in an effort to keep her heat to herself, but even so a stray had noticed her. Certainly, her problems would only be confounded if another dog bred her! Thankfully, he had been a Corgi of some sort, and she'd been able to outrun him. She could only thank God that no other males had heard the chase.

Later, she'd had to ask after Riley. The rain had picked up, so she ventured to ask a couple of males if they'd seen the Doberman. They had raised their eyebrows. Why would a good Catholic girl like her be looking for a scoundrel like him? They directed her here, and she would have asked for more detail, but she'd caught one of them sniffing with increasing curiosity.

Well, there was no use waiting in the rain. Shielding herself in her faith, the Vizsla walked forward, entering the ramshackle structure.

Her eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, but there wasn't much to see. Underneath the abandoned structure was a short roof and what appeared to be a couple of side rooms. Riley wasn't here...

Shivering, she turned around. What if the two dogs who'd given her directions had lead her here to trap her? She tensed her muscles to run, but before she could, she heard a low voice behind her, "Ban? You're early."

She looked over her shoulder and there he was, the father of her pups.

Riley said, "Oh," stopping suddenly.

She turned back to face him, suddenly everything she'd been planning to say vanishing.

"What are you doing here?"

There was an awkward silence as the two canines stared at each other. The Doberman was large and fit, despite being a stray. He didn't seem to have much trouble finding food.

"You're not really Catholic, are you?" she said, accusingly. She hadn't meant to start with that question. Though Riley had claimed he was earlier, it was obviously a lie. Why couldn't she remember all the things she'd planned out over the last day?

"How did you find me?" he asked. If she didn't know better, she'd have said he sounded impressed.

"You lied to me..." Abby added, miserably. She hadn't come here to berate him. She was trying to convince him to marry her!

"Look, Annette," he started.

"Abigail!" she growled, the anger and frustration bubbling to the front.

"Look, Abigail, what's done is done. I can't undo what happened."

She advanced on the surprised Doberman, almost barking as she said, "Then do the right thing, now!"

Riley blinked. "Huh?"

"Marry me!"

Three whole seconds passed before it sunk in for the black stray. When he finally understood, he laughed. "You can't be serious..." He did a double-take on her expression however, and stopped laughing. "Even if I would 'marry you' in a million years, it would be a disaster. You have to see that. A good girl like you deserves someone better than me," he scoffed.

Abigail nodded viciously in agreement. "I do. But you'll have to do. Don't you understand? I have no choice, in the eyes of God."

Hackles raised, the Doberman took a step towards her. "Who on earth told you that? What kind of God would force you to hopelessly seek me out? You have to know that you're only going to run into even more trouble..."

Abigail had to admit she'd never read the Bible herself. Turning pages wasn't really a dog's strong suit! Still, she'd heard plenty of sermons from Father Rover, who often found time to listen to the human priest during mass. She fought the urge to back down from the larger dog. Instead, she stepped forward, baring her teeth. "I have faith."

Riley's jaw dropped. "Well, it's misplaced. What makes you think I'd marry you? What about that husky friend of yours? What about the dozens of other bitches? I'm not going to stop just because some stupid bitch thinks I should. Run back home, little girl."

Abigail didn't back down. God would see her through this trial. Instead, she said, "I'm not leaving."

She'd rendered him speechless. Abby lowered her head, using her front paws to scrape at her collar. "What are you doing?" Riley asked.

With a bit of effort, Abigail managed to slide the collar off her neck, tossing it aside into a pile of junk. She met Riley's gaze and said with all the confidence she could muster, "I'm staying here until you marry me."

The Doberman guffawed. "You're a piece of work, you know that? Well I'm certainly not going to make you leave, smelling like that, but I'm telling you now...you're going to have a rough time of it, hanging around me."

The Vizsla set her square jaw, immovable.

Riley seemed to be at a loss for what to say. Finally, his ears perked up and he said, "Well, come on, then. If you're staying you might as well see the place."

Riley led the young girl through his house. Rain dribbled down through holes in the roof, junk lay haphazardly everywhere. The Doberman showed Abby his bed, which appeared to be some soft insulation. Then he lead her to the third and final room. "I store some food here. I hope you don't mind eating something a little less refined than puppy chow."

The smell was rancid. The 'food' the Doberman had gathered included a road-killed raccoon, bits of wrappers with dried crust, a mostly eaten roast chicken, and what appeared to be half a chocolate cupcake.

Alarmed, the Vizsla said, "You know chocolate is poisonous to dogs, don't you?"

He grinned. "I licked off the frosting. Here," he said, nudging half of the festering raccoon toward her. Abby nosed it warily and stepped past it, settling down next to the crusty bread, instead. She looked up at the Doberman and asked, "May I have some of this?"

He chuckled. "Sure, go ahead."

Abigail couldn't completely remove the crust from the wrapper, and eventually she just decided to eat the wrapper, too. She felt queasy, but she was firm in her decision. Besides, Riley was certainly well-fed. She'd just have to do what he did.

"You know...I've been at this for years and years, and I've never met a girl like you," he began, between gulping chews at the raccoon's flesh.

The Vizsla glanced at him, cocking her head.

Riley continued, "You're the most blinded by empty faith. What's that husky of yours doing? She's not here."

Abby bristled at the insult, but decided to answer. "She's found another boy..."

"Someone willing to take up 'damaged goods'?" He raised an eyebrow. Abby looked away, and that was all the answer Riley needed. The Doberman continued, "He doesn't know, does he? How is that any better than what I did?"

Abby grumbled, "It isn't."

"Doesn't sound like your best friend has much faith," he shrugged, taking another gulp of rotten meat.

"She's not my friend anymore. I'm not going back."

"You've chosen a hard life," he mused.

A few seconds passed before the Vizsla said, "It wasn't my choice."

They sat in silence for several minutes, until Riley finished eating.

The Doberman sighed and stood up. "Alrgiht," he declared. "Turn around, Abigail. Let's fuck."

Abigail's jaw dropped. He couldn't have just said that. "What??"

He grinned, his teeth gleaming. "If you're going to be sticking around here, I might as well get some use out of you."

Abby blinked. "We can't - we're not married yet!"

The Doberman laughed. "A bit late for that, isn't it? You're still in heat, and I had a disappointing night, yesterday. So lift that pretty tail of yours...that is, unless you're ready to give up and head home..."

She eyed him side-long. He was trying to get rid of her! She wouldn't be cowed so easily. Besides, he had a point: his pups were already probably growing inside of her. It was a bit late to talk about abstinence until marriage! Besides, he might feel more obliged to marry her if she satisfied him. The Vizsla set her jaw once more, standing stubbornly, before turning away from the muscular male. Glaring over her shoulder at him, Abigail lifted her tail.

His caramel-colored jaw dropped, but Riley quickly shrugged it off. He licked his lips, walking up behind Abigail, who only now realized what she was doing. Still, she refused to back down in front of the Doberman, fighting her desire to tuck her thin tail down and cover what she could. Her hind legs trembled...the only thing that betrayed her nerves.

Riley let out a contented sigh as he ogled the golden-furred Vizsla's gray-skinned genitals. Her heat had just been starting two days prior when he'd been the first to sample her goods. Her vulva would be wet and swollen for almost two weeks yet, and he was certain the slender girl would be nearly as tight as ever. He couldn't help but grin and think that he wouldn't mind having her around. His tongue dangled from his mouth as he shoved his muzzle underneath her thin tail, taking a deep breath.

Abby shivered, feeling his cold nose against her soft, puffy lips. She gritted her teeth, repeating in her head that he'd be her husband soon enough. This wasn't a sin, really. Her vulva bounced eagerly at his touch, squeezing and clenching as if he'd already penetrated her. Her loins were on fire, her heat finally flaring in her, demanding she acquiesce to her body's demands.

Riley said, "You know, this might be the first time I've ever fucked the same bitch twice in a row."

Abigail's eyes popped open. This wasn't right. She was doing this for the wrong reasons! His comment made it clear that this was no way to gain the Doberman's respect. At the same time, the young girl realized that giving in to her heat would further damage her own self-respect. Her false bravado shattered, and she clamped her tail down, thwapping Riley in the face.

"No...stop, this is all wrong!" she said, staring back in horror at the horny Doberman behind her, the cock that had started all of her problems even now emerging from his short, black sheath.

Riley said, "Cute. But what do you expect to happen, after teasing me like that?"

Abby raised an eyebrow, not sure what the Doberman was getting at.

"You think you can come into my house, wave your heat-inflamed cunt in my face, and then refuse me?" He growled, his sharp teeth clicking together.

She shied back at his strong language. He was nothing like the charmer who had taken advantage of her first heat to seduce her. Whimpering, she said, "I was...confused last time. I won't let you have me - not until we're officially married."

Riley took a step forward, chuckling wildly. Abigail laid her ears back. He said, "It's adorable that you think you have a choice in the matter."

She gasped at what he was suggesting, and tried to swivel away from him, but Riley was ready for her. Before she took one step, the powerful Doberman had leapt onto her back, circling his front paws around her slender waist. Her tail slid, unbidden, to the side.

Yelping, Abigail said, "No! Stop! What are you doing!?"

His caramel-colored muzzle was inches from her horrified face, as he replied in a harsh whisper, "Taking what's mine." Without further warning, the big, black dog rammed his hips forward - a well-practiced motion that buried his tapered tip right inside of her raised mound.

He was raping her! The prospect had never occurred to the young Vizsla. Two days earlier, she'd hardly been in control of herself, but she certainly hadn't told him 'no'. Abigail dropped her jaw and howled. For the second time in her young life, the girl felt Riley's wide cock spread her folds apart.

She yelped and struggled in his grasp as the agile Doberman violated her, his hips a blur. Each thrust was punctuated by a wet slurp. She felt his huge shaft deep inside of her, easily filling her novice pussy. Her internal walls stretched painfully to accomodate the sudden, harsh entrance, but as much as Abigail was traumitized by what was happening, her body was eager and ready. She squeezed down around his glistening organ, pulling him deeper, even when he pulled back for his next thrust. His wet flesh pounded the nub inside of her, making her tremble and squeal. Shuddering, she found herself spreading her legs further apart and rocking her hips in time with his rapid humping.

A lewd grin spread across the Doberman's face as he slaked his lust in his golden-furred, glorified cock-warmer. Drool fell in thick rivulets onto her back. Riley had taken in recent years to lying to bitches, coercing them to agree to a quick fuck, usually on the condition that he pull out before cumming. When the bitch agreed, the whole affair was a bit easier for the Doberman, but more importantly, it went easier on the bitch. He'd forcibly raped dozens of bitches with Ran and Ban, and they tended to leave the poor girls gasping and sputtering in a heap on the ground. After Randy had left for Seattle, Riley had softened. He wasn't about to stop pumping his conquests full of dog seed, but he tried to make the experience as easy for them as he could.

With the boys back in town, he'd decided to give his old method a shot - if he hadn't been so out of practice, yesterday's German Shepherd wouldn't have had a chance to escape. Now, slamming his cock into his unwilling bitch, Riley vividly recalled the lascivious pleasure in taking what he wanted by force. He grinned, pumping his hips. The Vizsla's struggles only made Riley thrust harder. Her desperate, helpless whimpers made his heart beat faster. Why had he ever begun to concern himself with what the bitches felt? Abby had reawoken a universal Truth in the muscular Doberman: a bitch's only purpose in life was to be fucked. He knew he wouldn't bother looking for consent...ever again.

Abby yelped, Riley's pace suddenly quickening. There was a hardness in his actions that hadn't been there two days before. He tugged and pulled on her hindquarters as if her rump was all that mattered to him. Even though her loins ached for him, her hips rocking back and forth, the young Vizsla knew what was happening to her. She opened her mouth to cry, "No! I don't want this...!"

"Who cares what you want, bitch?" he growled, slamming himself home yet again, the growing base of his erection grinding into her soft, swollen flesh. "You can't stop me!"

His claws dug into the soft skin of her abdomen, scraping her tiny teats. The Doberman's knot was fully swollen now, twice the width of the rest of his cock. All of his muscles tensed as he flung himself at the smaller bitch, lifting her rear end from the groung, bruising and straining Abigail while throwing her down onto her face. Head buried in the trash, all Abby could do was whimper as he drilled her raised rump.

"So...fucking...tight..." he growled, through gritted teeth, slowly shoving his full knot into her sore vulva. She could feel her tender opening stretch inch after inch, the pain finally overwhelming her heat-crazed pleasure, until finally, he reached the point of no return. With a wet squelch his knot popped into her, and Riley howled to feel his bulbis glandis suddenly engulfed in her hot, wet cunt.

At least the pain dulled to a slight ache. Abigail whined, battling between the horror of the violent rape and her primed clitoris, shuddering in delight with each short, rapid jab from the brute. Locked inside of the Vizsla, Riley's sharp thrusts could not move in and out of her; instead, he rocked her entire lower body back and forth, lifting her slender legs off the ground. His throbbing cock sent waves of tingling pleasure throughout her sore, stretched passage, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was clenching hard around him, her pussy massaging and milking the greedy Doberman's cock. Halfheartedly, Abigail cried, "No..." unable to fathom how her body could enjoy the Doberman's complete disregard of Abby as a person rather than a loud fuck-toy.

She knew Jesus was watching. Father Rover had said Jesus was everywhere, watching everything. Heat rushed to her face. What would Jesus think of this? Here she was, being raped, but begging for Riley's cum to flood her burning womb. At least she couldn't become more pregnant!

As if the Doberman were reading her thoughts, he leaned forward until his muzzle was inches from her buried head. She was gasping like a grounded fish when Riley said with a vindictive whisper, "Fun fact: After a single fuck of a bitch in heat, she's as likely to be pregnant as not. You came here on a coin flip, but you won't be leaving on one."

Her eyes popped open, not wanting to believe the truth in his voice. He had every reason to lie to her: why hadn't he said that when he was trying to get her to go home? The mocking pleasure dripping from Riley's voice was even more tangible than the large drops of drool landing on her head and running into her eyes. She tried to speak, but could only let out a long, drawn out whine. Her raised rump was locked and waiting for the Doberman. There was no escape now from his eager climax, but now she realized there was a distinct possibility that the violent rape would seal the odds of her pregnancy. Why hadn't she waited to be sure!?

She had mercifully little time to think about it, as Riley howled, hammered forward, and released in heavy, thick spurts. Still buried face first in the trash, his cum had nowhere to go but down - deeper into the Vizsla. She swore she could feel the sticky avalanche pooling up inside of her before seeping down into her possibly fertile womb. Her whine grew louder, but only half from horror. As if a separate entity, her hindquarters bucked and her vulva clenched down around him, spreading her hind legs to provide him greater access to her heat-crazed body. Her lightly-furred, black lips squeezed and pulled on his cock, burying the howling dog ever deeper inside.

For the second time in three days, Riley filled the golden-furred bitch. He hadn't been lying about the odds, much to his pleasure. He could see the horror on her face even as she bucked wildly in unbidden joy. Even after this, her pregnancy wouldn't be certain, but he had no intention of letting her leave now. Either he'd have to lead her on that he might marry her, or he'd have to find an enclosure to keep her in, but the Doberman wasn't about to let this little novelty get away, at least until her heat finally ended. He was on a euphoric high that easily topped what he had felt when tricking both the Vizsla and her husky friend two days ago. How much better would that have felt if he had simply raped them both when he found them? Perhaps if he saw the husky, he'd go ahead and find out!

His balls seemed endless in their contributions, lewd ropes of cum coating her insides to join the growing pool. His next eruption hit a familiar threshold: Abigail was so full that his cum had nowhere to go but out. With all the speed of his ejaculation, a spray of white fluid squeezed out of her bulging cunt, splattering both their hips, and he was far from done with her. She moaned as she felt warm cum pouring down her legs. He groaned, "Oh, yeah...you like that, don't you, bitch?"

She wanted to deny it, but half her body betrayed her, making repeated wet slurping sounds as she squeezed down around his cum-coated cock. Even worse, her tail was wagging!

Tongue dangling from the side of his mouth, Riley finally decided to finish the tie, stepping over her spasming rump until his stub tail was pressing into hers. While looking over his shoulder, he pulled slightly to emphasize the straining bulge of the young bitch's vulva. Grinning down at the humiliated Vizsla, he sat down. His knot dragged the helpless bitch down until she was lying on her belly in a heap, Riley sitting comfortably even as he continued to cum inside of her. With nowhere to go, his semen spilled out of her in a spreading pool, staining her legs and belly.

Lying in the trash and cum, she felt like nothing more than a discarded tissue. The afterglow hit her pussy, still wetly and loudly suckling his spurting cock, which sent occassional twinges of contentment through her body; none of these feelings reached her head. Her tongue lolled from her mouth along the ground and she whimpered pitifully. Why hadn't she suspected the cruelty brewing just beneath the surface of the charismatic Doberman? If he wasn't the father of her pups, she sensed he soon would be...but was there any hope that the Doberman might ever be reformed?

Little did she realize she had already reformed him...for the worse.

She was still lying there, tied to the big, black, dog, when she heard a new, low voice. Opening one eye, she saw two dark silhouettes at the door.

"Hey, that's not fair. You started without us!"**