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Dot's faith was soon tested, and tested often. Sure, her misadventures had saved Sherry, and perhaps that had been God's plan all along, but now the young Dalmatian wasn't sure what to do next. Her brother, Dash looked all but lost to Satan, but worse, he was taking the other girls in the house with him. She couldn't exactly tell on him - even if she managed to escape the house again and inform the police, what would they do? Could she live with herself if she caused Dash to end up in an animal shelter with his balls chopped off?

After all, he wasn't alone in his sin. Every day, the girls would head off to school, and Richard Higgins would head to work, leaving the house alone to Jan. Just two days after that fateful day, Jan turned on her soaps, laid a large beach towel on the ground, stripped off her clothing, and let the dog in.

In more ways than one. Jan may have fallen over and been raped in the backyard, but now Dot and Debbie watched through the kitchen gate in shock as Dash came bounding in with the human woman. This wasn't rape. He knew what was going on as well as the other two Dalmatians, and he gave his mother and sister a big grin as his human bitch lowered herself onto the towel.

Jan didn't need any extra encouragement. She gripped the towel until her knuckles were white, knowing she would have to decide whether to confess this sin as well, before she gave herself to the large stud dog. Dash treated her well, eating the middle-aged mother out before mounting her raised rump, making the Irish woman scream and moan with each fierce hump.

But Jan wasn't the only mother hooked on Dash. Dot noticed Debbie was drooling as she watched the bestial adultery before her. “Mom…" she whispered.

Debbie glanced at her daughter and blushed, looking away. “I - I'm still in heat," she said lamely.

Both bitches were wearing diapers to protect the carpet. Dot said, “So am I, but you don't see me ogling Dash! He's your son!"

“You're right," she said, embarrassed. “I shouldn't."

But watch she did, and so did Dot, transfixed on the debaucherous scene in front of them. The woman had given herself completely to her dog, moaning and bucking her hips, cursing and begging, the Dalmatian's huge, red cock pumping in and out of her clenching pussy. “Richard, forgive me!" she moaned, “but this dick is too good!"

Dash slammed himself home, knotting the eager housewife and sending her into a screaming orgasm, even as the animal clenched his balls and bred the married woman. He dug his claws into her thighs, pounding harder, filling his human bitch so completely that cum spilled from her cooch, landing conveniently on the beach towel. He tied her, turning around, letting her squeals and squirms draw that last few dozen splurts from his dick. Jan panted on the ground, her ass high in the air. “Another uncomfortable confession," she groaned. “God help me."

When Dash pulled out of the woman, she wiped him and herself down with the towel, tossed it into the washing machine, and headed to the shower.

Dot called over the dog-gate between the kitchen and the living room and said, “It's not too late, Dash. You don't have to be like this."

Her brother looked over at her. “Maybe I don't, but I want to. Besides, my soul's already forfeit."

Dot shook her head. “That's not true. That boy gave you something that made you rape me, Amber, and Mom. It's not your fault."

He shook his head. “I've wanted to fuck you and Mom since I first smelled your heats. The drug only pushed me past the finish line. It's too late for me," he said.

Dot shook her head. “At least confess to Father Rover. He'll tell you what to do - to atone." She heard something and her ear perked up. She glanced over to see Debbie standing next to her, chanting something under her breath.

Dash said, “I don't want to atone."

“...hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come…"

Dot said, “Please, just talk to him. He'll understand."

Dash shook his head. “You still don't get it, Dot. I want this. I just fucked our 'master' and it was good. If this gate weren't in the way, I'd fuck you and I'd fuck Mom, too."

“...and forgive us our trespasses…" Debbie chanted. She turned away from this conversation, visibly trembling, her white sanitary pad crinkling as she moved.

Dot said, “Look what you've done to Mom. She can't even look at you anymore."

Dash shook his head. “She couldn't look away when I was breeding that human bitch."

“...and lead us not into temptation…" Both siblings turned to watch Debbie now, who was standing next to one of the chairs in the kitchen, her voice quaking. “Not into temptation…" she repeated.

“Mom…" Dot said.

“I'm sorry, honey," she said, smiling sadly. With that, the five-year-old Dalmatian lowered her head to the chair, sliding it across the floor straight at the gate. Before Dot could say anything, much less try to pull her mother back, Debbie was up and on the chair and leaping over the gate. She braced herself, landing heavily on the other side, right in front of the stunned Dash.

“Mom!" Dash said.

She got her bearings, then stared up at her strong, large son. “Do it, son - breed me."

Dash didn't need to be asked twice, walking around his trembling mother. He'd raped her into submission not two days before, and it seemed the lesson had stuck. As soon as he nosed her haunches, her tail went up, but the dog's diaper covered her sweet, engorged cunt. She smelled as delicious as ever, but the smell that had taunted him for years was inviting now. She was his.

Riiiiiip! With one tug of his sharp teeth, Dash tore the loose-fitting white cloth off his mother, baring her naked hindquarters to her two children. Her vulva jumped and shivered in the cool air, a thick wave of her scent engulfing the male's nose. Debbie just looked over her shoulder at the powerful animal that had once been her dear little pup, whined, and shoved her tail to the side.

He didn't bother to lick her - she was already dripping, so he jumped onto her back. Debbie just whined and spread her legs, her pussy bouncing up and down in anticipation. Dot could only watch from behind the two as Dash lined himself up with his mother's spade, his glistening red cock still damp from fucking Jan.

“And deliver us from evil," Dot finished grimly, aware that her mother hadn't made it that far through the prayer.

“Oh, Dash," Debbie whined, pressing herself back against her son's hard cock.

He grinded himself against her, seeking entrance, before he nestled his bony tip between her quivering lips. There was nothing holding him back, and no hesitation. As soon as he met his mother's wet lips, he grunted and thrust, the relatives joined together in sin. “Good girl!" he praised diminutively.

Now it was Dot who couldn't look away from her brother humping her mother with reckless abandon. They all knew that Debbie had only been bred once by Dalton, and early in her heat. Dash very well might be knocking up her mother right now! Dot had lost her own virginity to her brother two days earlier, though she had to guess that Brutus had claimed most of her litter, not to mention Woods, Pier, and Pip. Dot felt herself whimpering along with her mother as their loins collided again and again, the wet splap! ringing in her head. Dash had softened enough from Jan that he was shamelessly hilted inside his mother, and Dot watched first hand as the hole she'd once been born from started to swell lewdly large. He was knotting his own mother, ready to give her fertile womb another batch of puppy batter.

“Oh, Dash," Debbie wailed, slamming her hips up and down. “You've grown so big and so strong," she gasped, remembering how the blind pup had once sucked her teats. “Your father has nothing on you...take me - take me so that you get my litter, and not him."

“You're such a slut, Mom," Dash groaned, digging his claws into her thighs. “Just fucking whoever they put in the yard with you. At least I'll be around to help you raise the pups."

“Yes! Yes, son! Give them to me!"

Dot knew that by that measure, she was the real slut. Debbie had only had two mates in five years, but Dot had already had five. And she had given herself willingly to the three strays multiple times, to buy Sherry time to escape. Worse, she couldn't tear her eyes away from her mother's engorged mound, barely visible beyond Dash's slapping balls. Dot was positively dripping now, a small puddle forming heavily in her diaper. Without noticing it at first, she realized she was glancing over at the chair, still next to the gate. It would be so easy…

He was tied now, Debbie's triangular spade now bulging out like a softball, clenching him in tight. There was no doubt now that he was going to dump his nuts into his needy mother. Groaning, the young Dalmatian leaned forward, pumping fast and hard, short little thrusts punctuated by his ragged panting. Debbie's tail thwapped against his left thigh again and again as she humped back. “Get ready, mother," he growled.

“I am, Dash. Oh, God - why did you make this feel so good!?"

Dash whined, “He doesn't want us to feel good. Well, fuck that."

“Now, Dash!" she moaned, and Dot watched as her mother starting to cum hard, her hips bouncing up and down as she grinded her hindquarters against her son. They were tied firmly and wetly together, her clenching, heat-swollen cunt moving in tight circles until the big male couldn't take it anymore. Dash bit the back of Debbie's neck and launched himself forward, thudding against her waiting womb before a wet splort! echoed through Dot's ears. She could hear him draining himself into their mother, his moist, black balls quivering just beneath his wagging tail.

Dot realized that she had one paw on the chair now, and trembling, took it off. She couldn't - she wouldn't - join them in their sin. Could she? Perhaps she was the one who needed to talk to Father Rover.

That was when Jan returned to the living room, after her shower. She yelped when she saw the dogs copulating again. “Dash!" she admonished, though weakly. She knew first hand how good it felt to be beneath that dog, so she didn't blame Debbie. “If you two keep this up," she grimaced, “We won't need to send this old girl out to Dalton anymore."

“Fine by me," Debbie groaned, though she knew Jan would only hear her yip and moan.

Jan said, “I guess I should call to cancel tomorrow's stud appointment. No, Richard will know something's up…"

Dot whined, trying in vain to tear her eyes away from her brother and mother, but that gave Jan an idea. “We could send Dot, instead. Lord knows what she may have gotten up to when she ran away, but there's always a chance. Not for Dalton, of course, but they have Duncan, too."

Dot stared up at Jan. She wanted to breed her to some random Dalmatian? After all she'd been through? Who the heck was Duncan? She whined, but Jan didn't notice or care about Dot's feelings. The forty-year-old woman was too busy cleaning up after Dash and Debbie, helping them untie and collapse in panting, exhausted euphoria.

The next day, Jan waved her husband off, promising to take care of Debbie at the stud, but the woman had other plans. Richard didn't have to know that it would be a waste of money to breed Debbie. He didn't have to know what Dash had been up to. She took Dot instead, despite the young Dalmatian's protests as she was forced into the dog kennel. “Go on, get!" Jan groaned, pushing on Dot's diapered rump before closing the gate on her. The muscular woman lifted the kennel and Dot into the back of the car all by herself, then opened the back door to help Carol into her carseat. The ten-year-old didn't have school because of a teacher in-service, and Jan was a stay-at-home mom, so she had to take the girl along. She'd never seen a breeding before (except when Dash had raped Debbie and Jan), but it might do the child some good to see how it was supposed to go.

“Remember dear, what happened with me and Dash is our little secret, okay? Don't say anything about that - to anyone."

The little girl nodded. She'd gotten the same little speech a dozen times just that day. The last thing Jan Higgins needed was her young daughter talking about how her mother had been bred not three days ago. “And as far as your Dad is concerned, this is Debbie, not Dot, okay?"

The child nodded again.

Dot was miserable. She'd always respected her mother, and understood that the breeding sessions Debbie had had with Dalton had been a necessary evil. After all, God's first law was to do what your human masters asked of you. Dot had always wished Dalton could have married her mother and raised her and Dash, but knew that that wasn't possible. A little unmarried sex was okay if the humans wanted it, right?

But now Dot knew that the humans were no more moral than anyone else. She especially wasn't going to listen to the Higgins' anymore. First Amber slept with the boy, Justin, and then with Dash, and now Jan was having an affair with the dog, too! God didn't approve of anything that had happened in her once-safe home. She wanted nothing to do with Dalton, or Duncan, or whoever they'd set her up with. She deserved a loving mate who cared for her, not some fling in a seedy backyard!

But what could she do? There she was in the kennel, deep in her heat, en route to that exact backyard. Jan wasn't going to help her, and the little girl couldn't, either. She put her faith in the Lord, hoping against hope that somehow He would deliver her.

Carol heard the dog whimpering, and clenched her small hands. “A-are you okay?" she asked quietly, peering through to the back of the van. Jan was busy driving and following the complicated directions required to reach the Mason's house.

Dot whimpered. “No, Carol. I don't want to be here."

Carol said, “Why not?"

“You remember the Ten Commandments?"

“Thou shalt not steal." she recited. “Um...bear false wintnis."

Dot said, “Shalt not commit adultery. That's what this is. They're going to make me sin with another dog, when we aren't married."

Carol whispered, “But Mom isn't married to Dash."

“You're right."

The little girl paused, looking up at her distracted mother. “She's only supposed to do that with Daddy?"

“Right," Dot replied.

“What can I do?" she asked, softly.

Dot shook her head. “There isn't anything you can do. You're just ten."

“I'll tell Mom you don't - oh...right," Carol finished. “She doesn't think I can talk to you."

Dot nodded. “It's not your fault, Carol."

The girl brightened up. “I can keep you company, at least."

The Dalmatian blushed at the thought. “No, you don't have to do that," she said, though she honestly wouldn't mind the moral support. Surely Duncan couldn't be worse than Brutus. But what if she let herself get carried away like before? If she didn't keep her bearings, she might end up like her mother.

“It's okay, I want to," Carol explained, smiling.

When they finally arrived at the Mason's house, Dot was placed, kennel and all, on a cart. Rather than walking her to her destination, they were just going to pop her right into the yard. Dot peeked out the kennel to see that they were pretty far from the city, with trees and corn fields in the distance. She also heard dogs barking - older ones, and puppies, too.

“So here we have Debbie again, am I right?" Mr. Mason said, meeting Jan in the front yard.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," Jan explained, pulling him aside.

When Mr. Mason's son arrived to push the cart, he told Carol to stay put with her mother. But true to her word, the ten-year-old stood up to the boy. “I'm staying with her," she said, putting her foot down.

The boy shrugged. “Whatever, sure."

But Mrs. Higgins was no new mother. Her senses picked up when her young daughter started to leave, and she said, “Carol - stay with me."

The girl once again put her foot down. “I want to stay with her," she explained.

Jan paused. Well, part of her goal was to show the young girl how sex was supposed to be, so she nodded. “Just promise me you'll stay out of the yard. Boy dogs can get mean."

Carol promised, following the Mason boy and Dot. The Dalmatian was wheeled through the farm, past a few fenced in areas for horses. It seemed like dog breeding wasn't their only job. The cart jostled and jumped as it rolled over the wood chips that covered the ground, until they stopped the cart right in front of the yard. Dot shivered, realizing that this was the place. She was every bit as helpless now as she had been with Justin, and then with Brutus. At least she had made the choice to give herself to Pier, Woods, and Pip, if only to save Sherry. The boy picked up the kennel and lifted her over the fence, lowering her into the yard before opening the kennel.

Cautiously, Dot emerged. The fenced in area was about 20 feet by 20 feet, and she was alone - for now. The fence was comprised of close, horizontal slats - easy enough to climb if you were a primate, but hopeless for Dot. Carol set up at one of the corners, peering in through the top slat. The boy said, “I'll be right back."

Dot crouched next to Carol. “It's going to be okay," the Dalmatian reassured the nervous child. “I've been through worse than this."

“What's going to happen?"

Dot said, “They're going to put Duncan in here with me, and he's going to do to me what you saw Dash do to your mom."

Carol said, “That's how boys put babies inside girls, right? Through your vagina?"

Dot nodded. “But Dash can't do that to your Mom, because she's not a dog like him."

“Is Duncan going to fill you with puppies?"

Dot paised. “Probably not. I'm already full."

“Who did it?"

The dog froze. She didn't really want to go into all the dogs that had had their way with her in the last week, but she didn't want to lie to the innocent girl. She said, “Some dogs in the neighborhood."

“Dogs?" she asked, realizing that Dot really had meant to use the plural.

That's when the Mason boy returned, a Dalmatian tugging on his leash. The boy said, “Looks like your mom and my mom go way back. Too busy to talk to Chris! Why not send Chris to supervise the breeding? Doesn't she know that I have more important stuff to do than watch two dogs going at it?"

Carol looked up at the sixteen-year-old. “S-she doesn't want to. Go at it, I mean."

Chris glanced down at Carol like she was a nuisance. “Sure she doesn't. That'll change pretty quick once he's in there with her, I bet."

She shook her head. “But she isn't married to him."

This caused the boy to laugh, loudly. “If our stud dogs had to 'marry' every dog they ever serviced, they'd have a hundred wives. Come on, boy, get at her," he said, ignoring Carol's protests. He swung open the gate and unleashed Duncan. The huge Dalmatian bounded into the yard, tail wagging.

Dot turned away from the large male. “I… uh…"

“You're new to this, aren't you?" Duncan said, approaching slowly at first. “You're younger than they usually send us."

Dot nodded. “I really...don't really want to be here," she admitted.

He said, “You're not the only bitch to feel that way. But I promise you'll feel different when I'm done with you."

Dot shivered, remembering how she'd wanted so badly to give in to Rufus, even though she knew she'd be trapped in the junkyard and bred until she nearly died of starvation before she was discarded and pregnant at a shelter. Duncan was right, as much as she wanted to deny it. “I know, but…"

“Then just give in," he said, simply.

“But I'm a good Catholic," she whined. “We can't!"

Duncan laughed, starting to walk around the three-year-old Dalmatian. “There are no Catholics in the stud pens. Just remember, this is what your people want for you. Obey your masters and obey me."

She shook her head. “But what if they're wrong? What if I know they're wrong?"

“A bit late for that," he said, trying to circle around her. She spun around, nose-to-nose with Duncan, trying desperately to keep him away from his goal. He licked her nose.

“Hey!" she gasped, only for him to lick her again.

“Don't worry," he said. “I know how to be gentle."

After there was no sign of a fight in the first twenty seconds of introducing the two dogs, the bored teenager took out his cell phone and started tapping away at a game. But Carol was watching and listening in shock.

Dot couldn't keep the nosy dog away from her privates. She kept spinning and spinning, but he was faster than her, and with a yelp, she felt his tongue engulf her wet, swollen spade. She jumped, and he took that chance to lick her twice more. Desperate, the young Dalmatian rolled over, trying to get her rump away from Duncan.

This was a huge mistake. He knew just what to do, standing heavily on her stomach and knocking some of the air out of her belly. Now, she was pinned, and her hind legs dangled uselessly in the air. With a grin, he lowered his wide muzzle to her puffy pussy. Her tail was useless - he had full, free access to her delicious flavor, and Dot yelped as he slammed his whole tongue into her.

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Dot knew now that there was no point in fighting it anymore. If she was somehow going to get out of this, she'd have to convince him to leave her alone. But not yet… She lay back, bucking her little hips and grinding up against his powerful tongue, drenching him in her heat scent.

Until finally, he lifted his paw. “Ready?" he said, licking his chops.

Dot rolled to her side, trembling, and asked the most important question. Something had been niggling at the back of her mind since the day before - if the Mason family had two studs, Duncan and Dalton, were they related? He looked about the same age as her father, according to Debbie. What if she was about to be bred by her uncle!?

“A-are you...related to my father? Tell me you're not. W-we can't. It's wrong!" Carol was listening intently from the fence post. That much she knew. When parents or teachers talked about 'sex' they made it clear that it's not something to do with your relatives.

The dog paused. “Your father? Were you sired here?"

Dot nodded. “You're not brothers, are you?"

He laughed. “No, we're not brothers. We're not related at all."

Dot stood, relieved. “Oh, thank God," she said, turning around and raising her tail. She didn't think about the fact that she was giving Carol a perfect view of her sopping pussy. Duncan grinned and walked up behind her.

“Which one is your mother? Judging by your age, I'd guess Sasha? Hylda?"

She shook her head. “I don't know either of them."

Duncan leapt onto Dot's back, his fat cock throbbing, his nose drenched in her scent. “Nilla?"

Dot shook her head. “Debbie."

The stud froze, his paws wrapped tightly around her. “But Debbie's mine."

Dot cocked her head at him. “No - Debbie has been seeing Dalton."

“I am Dalton," he said, indignant.

Her jaw dropped. She'd never said his name out loud. She'd just assumed this was Duncan. But if he was telling the truth, they'd put her in the pens with her own father! “That's...but we were supposed to switch to Duncan!"

Her cum dribbled down his chin, still dripping from where he'd eaten her out. He said, “Sorry, baby girl, but they sent me."

Carol whispered, “Oh...no...that's her dad."

“Well, we've got to stop!" she gasped, trying to leap forward. But Dalton's grip remained strong. “We can't now!"

Dalton shook his head. “My masters want this, and I want this, girly. You're crazy if you think I'm going to give up a piece of tail just because you're my daughter."

Dot knew what to do. She stared at Carol and howled, “Tell the boy there's been a mistake! Tell him I'm supposed to be with Duncan, Carol, please!"

Dalton growled, “By the time he gets in here, it will be too late." He leaned forward and started pumping his hips, looking for her wet, waiting entrance. She could feel the intense warmth of his cock as her father searched for her fertile pussy.

“Carol!" Dot howled.

The girl was frozen in fear, looking first at Dot, then at Dalton, then at Chris.

Chris heard the howls as well, but he said simply, “Don't worry, little girl. Those are good howls, too."

This time, Carol knew better. Dot herself was begging, “No, no, they're not. Help me, Carol! Help me!"

“I -" the little girl started, then stopped.

Dot gasped, realizing that no help was coming. They must have mixed up which stud dog and not told Chris. First her brother, and now her father! Her bad luck streak was continuing.

“Found it!" Dalton grunted, pressing his bony tip against her wet, yielding flesh. He didn't wait even a second before he thrust forward, slamming himself into his young daughter.

“Daddy, no!" she whimpered. All her visions of Dalton from the stories Debbie had told her vanished as the dog she'd admired and wished would join their family ignored her whining protest and started to rape her. Maybe this was where Dash got it from? Her legs splayed widely for Dalton's fat cock.

“You think you're the only daughter I've fucked?" Dalton growled in her ear, pounding her. “My line is strong and many people want to double or triple down on my stock."

Dot squirmed, but her claws couldn't gain enough purchase in the dirt. His strong paws held her rump up at just the right angle for his sharp, upward thrusts, plundering her grey mound. “But God says…"

“Fuck God," Dalton growled, eliciting a gasp from Carol. “You think God put you in this pen with me?"

“You let me know when the pups come in, so I know which daughters to expect here in two years," Dalton taunted, straining against his helpless child.

Dot bit her lip, wincing at his fat, pistoning cock as it gliding in and out of her. She shook her head. “Too bad I'm already well-bred, Dad." It felt good to have some small thing to Lord over him.

He slowed his humps just slightly. “I thought you were a good Catholic girl."

“I didn't want it," she moaned.

“Sure you didn't," he laughed in her ear, resuming his former pace. She could feel him growing inside of her, nothing compared to the mastiff who'd knotted her days before, but large nonetheless. She could hardly believe her bad luck. The one good thing she'd thought would come from leaving the house was a day away from the threat of being raped by her brother, and she ended up in a pen with her father. She needed more than ever to talk to Father Rover. Try as she might, the heat-addled bitch found herself bucking back against her dad, whimpering.

That's when the boy noticed what Carol was doing.

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