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It all started innocently enough, or at least that’s the way Gabby saw it. She’d been out working, helping to herd the flock of sheep when she noticed Andrew watching from a fence nearby. She’d seen him many times before, of course, being that he lived here on the farm, but as she looked at him, slim and tall, leaning up against the fence with his arms draped over casually, she saw him in a whole new way.

She was shocked, actually, because up until that moment, Gabby had never thought of her owner’s son in that way before. But some nervous energy inside her squirmed restlessly, and she found it hard to continue her work. Her mind was elsewhere now.

In fact, as night fell and her work finished for the day, she felt giddy and a longing that she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt before. As she was called in for dinner with the other dogs, she couldn’t help but avert her eyes shyly when she passed Andrew near the barn.

Over the days that followed, she tried her best to make sense of her feelings. Andrew was a strapping man, there was no doubt about that, but there was something odd about her finding herself attracted to a human. And she couldn’t deny it after a while; she was attracted to him. But there was nothing she could do about that, and she knew it. Relationships between humans and dogs weren’t exactly uncommon in many places, but here in the Midwest, those religious faithful frowned quite heavily upon such things.

And that, of course, included her owner, a stern farmer who’d worked the land of his 250 acre farm and ranch since was a small boy. He was about as flexible as a brick wall in such matters of love. She wouldn’t even want to think of what sort of punishment she would face if she violated this local taboo. So, she would have to suffer her crush in silence, no matter how intense it got.

But that was hard to do, she found. Her work took her all over the vast farm, and the number of times she ran into Andrew varied up to several times a day. And he liked to talk to her, too. They’d been relatively close since she was a puppy, and he seemed to take her new shyness as if he’d done something wrong. At least, he appeared to go out of his way on occasion to chat with her if she was doing something relatively stationary, like filling a food trough.

She made her way through the casual conversations, trying desperately hard not to sound like a smitten young girl. But it was hard when every time he got near her, butterflies erupted in her stomach, and her heart seemed to leap and catch in her throat.

Then one late afternoon, after a busy day in which Gabby toiled out in the fields, and then had been asked to clean up the barn following an early supper, she suddenly felt as if she wasn’t alone. She looked up from her work, and there he was, leaning up against the double door as if he was half trying to hide behind her. She just looked at him, and he looked back.

“Hey,” he said finally, and took a couple of steps into the barn, perhaps out of how a sense of how awkward this was.

“Hey,” she said, terrified. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Everybody’s busy right now. I thought I’d come see if you needed any help.”

“Nah,” Gabby said, realizing to her dismay that she was shaking a little. Why was she this nervous? Was it because they were alone, while it was unlikely anyone else would come in? “This won’t take me too much longer. Thanks, though.”

“Sure,” he replied, and walked forward again as if he didn’t know what to do, either. “Mind if I hang out with you?”

In truth, she did mind, and she didn’t. But she gave him the go-ahead, and then focused on her sweeping while he hopped up onto a bale of hay. They were quiet for a while, and Gabby was as tense as she could be.

“I think it’s shitty that Dad made you come out here and clean by yourself,” Andrew said finally, breaking the silence after what felt like several minutes.

“Yeah,” Gabby said with a small chuckle, grateful for the icebreaker. “Sometimes I think he doesn’t like me very much.”

Now he chuckled, too. “I’ve gotten that feeling, too. After all, you were Mom’s choice. Dad prefers Setters and Collies to Retrievers, I guess. Still, I wish he’d treat you better.”

Gabby shrugged. “I have it better than the millions of strays out there. I like living here. You guys are my family.”

Andrew shuffled in his makeshift seat, and she worried that she might’ve offended him. She knew things between he and his father were a little icy at times since he’d turned 18.

“I like having you here, too,” he said. “I’ve always liked you a lot, actually.”

“You have?” Gabby stopped mid-sweep, staring at the floor. Did that really just come out of his mouth. Then a split second later, she realized her error. Of course, he was talking about liking her as a young man talks about his pet. That was it.

“Yeah,” Andrew said, his voice a little low. “I was thinking about how me and some friends were talking about moving to Harberton later this summer and working at that new factory that’s opening up. But I kept thinking about how I’ll miss living here.”

“Wow,” she said absently, trying hard not to let disappointment seep into her voice. Her stomach dropped as soon as the words left his mouth. She would lose her favorite person if he left. “That sounds like a great opportunity.”

“Yeah…” He grew silent for a second, and Gabby got back to sweeping. “I’d miss you, though. I’ve always liked you a whole lot, but I’ve never really had the guts to tell you that.”

Her heart froze in her chest. She was facing away from him, and she was grateful for that; her eyes were so wide, her expression so obvious, her quivering so apparent, that she was terrified for him to see her like that.

“And,” he pressed. “I’ve always kind of wondered if you felt the same about me.”

Oh, God. What could she say to that? What should she? Her thoughts were muddy and thick, and she was sure the intense pounding of her heart could be heard across the mostly empty barn.

“Sorry,” she heard him say after innumerable tense seconds. “I know that’s awkward. I’ll leave you be.”

“Wait,” she said, unable to stop herself. She spun around to face him, realizing in that second that she was panting. “Don’t go.”

He looked back at her, and then flashed the most charming smile she’d ever seen. He looked relieved, as if he thought she had been disgusted by his admission. He walked over to her, and she could smell him fully. He had a musk of sweat and masculinity that she found deeply appealing. Soon he was standing right in front of her, and she looked awkwardly up at him.

Then he reached forward, and she flinched. He looked uncertain, but proceeded to wrap his arms around her, slowly and gently. Heart pounding up in her throat, Gabby dropped the broom, and it clattered off of the wooden floor. With terrible nerves tearing at her, she returned his embrace.

They stood there holding each other for a long time. Each of their hands made timid efforts to explore the other’s body, but it seemed that neither of them had the guts to do it. Andrew made to pull away, but she only allowed them to separate a few inches. She wasn’t ready for this to end. All of her good sense was gone, replaced by a primal urge that overwhelmed her.

He looked down at her, and she could feel his heartbeat as their chests lightly touched. It seemed like he was as nervous as she was. It was then that she made her move, and she wasn’t quite sure where she found the courage to do so.

She stood up on her toes, and kissed him full on the mouth. She closed her eyes, and so didn’t see his response, but she did feel it. Every muscle in his body tensed, including his arms, which seemed to contract and pull her in closer, though it was unclear whether that was intentional or not. He didn’t resist her though, and gradually relaxed into it. Soon, he was kissing her back, and then he was holding onto her like he hadn’t before: like a lover would.

They separated for a second, looking into each other’s’ eyes, and then they simultaneously moved forward again, locking lips and squeezing each other tightly. After a few seconds, instinct took over, and Gabby’s lips found themselves parting along with his. His tongue found hers as she ran a hand up the back of his neck.

One of his hands found its way further south on her, and she inhaled sharply as it found one of her cheeks. He gave it a strong squeeze, and for reasons unknown to her, she nearly groaned in pleasure. That was odd; she’d never felt that kind of excitement for someone touching her butt before.

She leaned into him, kissing him more furiously and moving her hands up and down his toned back. He was leaning over her, and she felt his physical presence as if she wasn’t knew to this at all.

He gave her ass another squeeze, and then slid it around to her front. Acutely aware of what he was doing, she felt in wonderful and awful anticipation as his open palm ran over her coveralls, up to her chest. He took one of her breasts, which were only covered by the coveralls and a white tee shirt underneath, into his powerful grip.

This time, she couldn’t help but offer a little whimper in response. He detached from her at once.

“Are you alright? Is that too far?”

Scared of what she was getting into, but sure in her resolve now, she shook her head firmly, keeping eye contact the entire time. Then, to help him out, she undid the buttons of her coveralls, letting them fall down to her waist. She hoped he would take the hint.

He reached down, taking her hips in both hands, and he swayed her back and forth a few times while they still locked eyes. Then, his hands slid under her dirty white shirt, and moved upwards, bringing the fabric with them. Gabby moved her arms above her head, and felt her breasts escape their covering as the shirt passed over her vision. Then it was over her head, and then it was off completely.

She brought her arms back down as Andrew held her shirt in what looked like amazement. She was suddenly aware of her partial nudity, and instinctively nearly made to cover herself. She stopped, and let her middlingly sized breasts hang out in the open for him to enjoy.

He did, but wasted little time in getting to know her further. He took both of her tits in his hands, and played with them like a teenager who had no idea what he was doing, either. She giggled at him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said slyly. “It’s just that I never dreamed I’d ever do this with you… Shit, as long as we’ve gone this far…” She stepped back a little from him, and put her hands on her own hips now, just above her dangling coveralls. Hooking them with her thumbs, she pulled them downward, to the astonished expression of her new lover.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear, for that was easier when she had to use the bathroom outside. She stood there in front of him, on display in her full glory. She glanced down as she removed her coveralls fully, making sure that she looked presentable. She had a decent amount of extra fur around her womanhood, and she hoped he wouldn’t mind that.

He didn’t seem to. All he did was mouth “Wow”, and move forward toward her again. This time, rather than kiss her, he ducked down, took one of her quivering breasts in his hand again, and put his mouth over her nipple, sucking intently on it. She watched him, breathing hard, and vocalized louder than she meant to when he suddenly, but gently, bit down with his front teeth.

Then Andrew dropped to his knees, and, still having to stoop, admired her pussy at eye level. His hands found her hips, and he held onto her loosely while he seemed to try to gather the courage to do something. Apparently resolved, he leaned forward and extended his tongue in one motion. He licked her, spreading her lips apart as he did and leaving her both surprised and heavily aroused.

He grinned stupidly up at her, and she knelt down to join him.

“Stand up,” she whispered into his ear.

He obeyed, and Gabby extended herself all tall as she could while on her knees. She was just tall enough for what she was about to do.

She unbuttoned his dusty jeans, and before she even pulled them down, she felt the rock-hard, wonderfully large member hiding underneath it. Ripping his pants and boxers down like she was opening a Christmas gift, she found herself face-to-face with the most perfectly shaped, perfectly sized cock she’d ever laid eyes on. It was ripped right off of a model, an Adonis who any woman would be desperately happy to bed.

He was fully erect in front of her, and a little strand of clear precum already began to drip off the head. She wasn’t about to allow that, and as his musky scent hit her fully, she was overcome with desire. Leaning forward, she took it in her hand and pointed it right at her face, and gave him a mighty lick.

She got the entire strand of pre, and it tasted wonderful: salty, full of his smell, delicious. It also activated her limited taste buds with the presence of protein, which she knew she was programmed to enjoy. Not bothering to wait, she licked him again, and again, working her long tongue over every thick, ample inch he had to offer her.

Then, unable to wait any longer, Gabby wrapped her lips around it, and took it as fully in her mouth as she could. Her long snout helped with this endeavor, but his cock still nearly reached to the back of her mouth as her nose made contact with his warm skin.

He moaned, softly and just a little as she moved back and forth over his pulsing dick, each time wrapping it with her tongue to avoid contact with her sharp teeth. As she sucked, she turned her thoughts to where she would have him finish. They might not ever get the chance to do this again, so she wanted it to count. She was perfectly happy with him gushing into her mouth, but she had fantasized about him cumming on her face while pleasuring herself before…

As she worked him faster and faster, she made up her mind. Now that she had it, she wasn’t going to let this thing out of her mouth until it was drained completely. She doubled her efforts, worried about how hard it would be to hide if someone came barging in here. He was making noise up there; clearly she was doing a pretty good job.

Just as she thought that, he gave her what she wanted. The first spurt of hot cum covered her tongue, and she stopped, holding him near the front of her mouth while he pulsated powerfully. Then, like a hose, he sprayed the inside of her mouth with his loving gift, shooting jet after warm, gooey, salty jet into her willing mouth. She looked up at him, his face contorted in pleasure, and she gazed into his eyes as she conspicuously swallowed everything he had to give her.

A sudden noise startled the both of them. Gabby’s eyes darted to the direction of the sound, and her heart stopped as she recognized the frame of John, her intimidating owner, standing at the door of the barn.

Andrew noticed him too, and whipped his rapidly softening cock out of her mouth, stuffing it back in his pants as he pulled them hurriedly up. Once he had, he turned in front of Gabby, as if to shield her.

“Dad,” he started to say. “I—”

John cut him off. “What in the fuck were you doin’ just now! Did you have that bitch sucking your dick?”

“No! Listen, we—”

“Listen, nothin’! Get the fuck out of here, back in the house! How dare you go stick your fucking dick in some mangy dog!”

“Don’t hurt her, dad!” Andrew refused to move, but stayed between Gabby and John.

“I’ll do as I damn please, boy,” her owner growled. “This unnatural shit. How dare you.” He crossed the distance between them, and used his considerable strength to shove Andrew to the side. He staggered, and tried to get back between them.

John was having none of it, holding him at arm’s length and seizing Gabby roughly by her red collar. She yelped in fear and pain, and he shook her in response.

“Quiet, bitch! Andrew, if you don’t get back in that house, I swear I will beat you until you can’t stand.”

Andrew, clearly terrified, took a step back, eyes still on Gabby. “Don’t hurt her,” he said shakily. “I’m going to get Mom.”

“You do that,” John growled at his son’s retreating frame. “And you tell her to put on a pot of stock. We’re having another supper tonight.”

Unsure what that meant, but terrified of the implications, Gabby whined in terror as Andrew took off for the house. John, meanwhile, was holding her on her knees, looking down at her and mumbling in a low voice. He smelled like he’d been drinking.

“So, you little bitch…Fucking molesting my son, huh? What do you think we should do with you? No dog of mine is gonna pull that unholy shit in my home… And to my son… No, that’s not gonna stand. Not gonna stand.”

Seemingly making up his mind, he jerked and dragged her toward the barn doors. She couldn’t find her footing, so he was choking her while she was pulled along on her butt. Pausing near one of the doors, he reached for the tool rack, and retrieved a large axe with his free hand, bringing it along while he dragged Gabby out onto the grass.

She nearly peed herself in terror. That wasn’t just any axe; it was the beheader, the one they used to cut the heads off of livestock the humans were going to eat. It was incredibly sharp, with a large head, and it had little flecks of blood from the last time it found its way through some sheep or chicken’s helpless neck.

He also stopped to grab a rope that hung on the outside of the barn, and slung it over his shoulder.

John dragged Gabby’s unwilling body toward a certain large stump of an oak tree in the middle of the yard. It held the marks of dozens of axe hits, one each for every animal who’s life had ended there. The grass around was a deep green, like it was nourished by all the blood it received. The stump itself was stained red in places despite being hosed off every time.

Gabby fought, but found herself stymied by his grip on her collar; every time she pulled away, he twisted his fist, cutting off her ability to breathe until she settled down again. And she was damned by her submissive relationship with him; whenever he beat her, she had been conditioned to just remain still and passive.

They neared the stump, and he threw her to the ground on her face. Relieved, and praying he was just trying to scare her, Gabby tried to crawl away from him. He put a boot on her back, painfully holding her in place.

“Don’t move!” he snarled at her, and knelt beside her. Taking both of her arms and forcing them behind her back, she felt in absolute horror as he tied her arms behind her, and rendered her totally helpless to his will. Unable to help it, she felt her bladder empty while he tied her up. A little must’ve gotten on his pants, for he punched her in the ribs.

“Fucking bitch! Stop pissing yourself!”

Then he pulled her up to a kneeling position as he stood, and he forced her to bend over the stump. Her whole upper body lay on it, and she quivered as he held her painfully down.

“Don’t move,” John growled. “Or I’ll make this a lot worse.”

For a split second, she felt a ray of hope as he let go of her. Maybe he was just going to beat her mercilessly, she found herself praying. Maybe he won’t kill me…

But then his shadow fell over her in the dying light of day. She saw the shadow of the axe rise up out of sight. She was facing away from him, toward the house, and inexplicably she noticed how beautiful the orange and blue of the sunset looked.