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As complete silence fell in the small, private corner of the public park, only dimly lit by the nearby lights that filtered through the trees, Honey strained against the thick leather cuffs that held her bound, completely nude, to an old picnic table. With two of them on her wrists and two on her ankles, each one bound to a different leg of the old, creaking piece of furniture where countless people had taken their lunches during the light of day, there was no way she could squirm herself free. A fifth cuff attached to the mid-point of her tail and then to the collar around her neck held it up so her puffy, swollen spade was bared to the air. Completing the ensemble was a surprisingly effective leather blindfold that cut out all but the tiniest flashes of light that filtered in through the sides. Bound in such a way that had her knees resting on the bench and her belly and chest pressed firmly against the rough grain of the wood, she was utterly and completely helpless. On the ground near her feet was a lime green plastic water dish, old and well used, with a good dozen or so condoms in it. The implication was clear just what she’d been put there for… and she was the one who had wanted it, even asked for it.

It wasn’t uncommon for this part of the park to attract all sorts of after dark activity, something that the police usually ignored unless a party got too raucous. For weeks, months really, if not longer, she’d imagined doing just this, letting herself be bound up to the same picnic table she and her boyfriend, Arlo, had fucked on by moonlight. At some point, the other mixed-breed had teased the fantasy out of her. She’d thought that he’d be a bit reluctant, but the idea had gotten him so excited that he’d grabbed a strap-on and bent her over right then and there on his living room couch where any of his roommates could have come by. The whole time he’d whispered and growled in her ear that she should imagine he was a stranger using her at that picnic table, that his hands holding hers against the back of the couch were his set of cuffs. One thing had led to another, and now, to her surprise, that fantasy had become a reality.

It had been so incredibly sweet, how Arlo had been so attentive, making sure the cuffs were tight but not too tight. Asking if she was okay every second of the way, setting up the dog dish. He apparently knew the guy that would come and use her after he left, but she’d said she didn’t want any more details. The anonymity, not knowing who it was, was really a key part of the fantasy. He’d almost called it off when he’d realized that she’d gone into heat. “Such a doofus,” she whispered to herself, thinking of his panic at that, and her insistence that the danger of it was just as much a part of it as anything. The condoms could slip off, or one could break, she knew, but… well, for the next four hours, she’d be nothing but a helpless fuck toy for a complete stranger.

The borzoi-golden mix could just imagine what she looked like there, completely helpless and presented for use. What if a stranger saw her first, got the wrong idea? They’d see a delightfully plump brown and tan canine tied to the ‘Fucking Table’ as everyone called it, unmistakably on offer. The bowl full of condoms on the ground near her feet, a confirmation of any assumptions. The scent of heat would reach them, heavy and heady and inviting. If it was someone who knew her, there would be no mistaking her for any other mixed-breed canine, not with the elaborate tattoo she had on her shoulder where the fur was thinnest. But that was all part of the fun, wasn’t it? The uncertainty, the helplessness, the complete loss of control. She wasn’t worried that someone would be scandalized by it at all, given that anyone coming to this part of the park after dark was there for a very specific reason.

The sound of approaching footfalls drew her away from her thoughts, and she felt her heart begin to beat faster. All the preparation, all the lead up to this moment, and in seconds her fantasy would become a very distinct reality. Whomever it was, he was staying silent, maybe even on purpose. Would he even say anything? Or would he just unwrap a condom, slip it on and bury himself in her? She felt her arousal deepen, her already puffy half-feral spade growing imperceptibly more swollen. Those footfalls came to a stop right behind her, and she heard a contented, almost appreciative sigh just a step away from her.

The first thing she felt were fingers stroking her delicate spade, and it drew a surprised bark from her. There was a soft chuckle from the male, and she felt her face flush at it. She was already all but dripping with her need, and when the stranger’s fingers pushed into her spade, they went in effortlessly. This was happening, oh god, this was really happening, she thought. Fear and excitement filled her in equal measure. She felt a thumb stroke over her exposed tailhole and shuddered. He could use that too, if he wanted. That was the whole idea, for the next few hours, this stranger had her as his own personal fuck toy. Mouth, ass, cunt, they were all open for use.

The stranger finally spoke as he stroked the soft tan fur of her rump then gave it a light slap, just hard enough to elicit a little squeal from her. “Such a nice gift, all wrapped up and ready. Only thing missing is a bow. Now what should I call you, hmm? Not your name. I don’t care about that.” He wiggled his fingers around just inside her, stretching and testing the pliable flesh. “Whore? Slut? Cumdump? You’re going to be all of those. But… no. Toy works, don’t you think so?” When she didn’t immediately respond to the question, there was another gentle slap. “Answer me, toy.”

“Y-yes!” she cried out. With sight denied her, with her inability to touch the stranger, so much was taken from her. All she could do was endure. It was a good word though, and it satisfied a part of her that she couldn’t name.

“A helpless, bound up little fuck toy. And I can do anything I want to you before your boyfriend comes back to get you? Anything at all, as long as I don’t hurt you? I just want to be sure before I really begin,” came that voice. There was a faint lilt to the voice, the words precise and clearly enunciated, with a distinct but unidentifiable accent. When she wordlessly nodded, he said in a low voice, “Gooood. Mnnh, you smell delightful, Toy.” The stranger rested a hand on her right rumpcheek and squeezed firmly. “It’s a shame you’re not on your back. Maybe I’ll untie you later so I can play with your breasts.”

Honey became aware of the heavy scent of an aroused canine, and she felt herself flush a bit. It was unfamiliar, and it was immediately obvious to her that Arlo had definitely found someone she didn’t know at all. The next thing she felt was the broad tip of the stranger’s cock spreading the puffy flesh of her spade. She let out a low, hungry moan; her heat demanded this very thing, and it wouldn’t matter who satisfied it.

“Such a good toy,” the stranger said as he leaned over her, hot breath spilling against her left ear. “You’re wetter than any slut I’ve ever fucked. You really do love this, don’t you? A dirty little whore getting fucked by a total stranger. Letting him do whatever he wants. Really, a filthy little whore. Dirty fucking thing. I love it.” The words sank into her as effortlessly as the stranger’s cock, and if they had been delivered any other way but as praise, they might have made her protest, but all that Honey could say was one long, low utterance of ‘yesssss’.

As the stranger held his hips in place, he drew himself back and slammed forward with savage force. She cried out in sudden, surprised pleasure, but some small part of her told her something was missing. Something wasn’t right. As he shoved into her, the bulge of a knot kissing her spade, she lost the thought for a moment. It felt so good, so hot to be fucked by a stranger like this. What did it matter that some little detail had been missed?

The sudden touch of two hands to Honey’s head, while the stranger was still fucking her aching quim while holding her hips in an unyielding grip, made her gasp in complete shock. The sudden intake of breath introduced a new male scent to her, and her momentary thought that Arlo had decided to join in fell away. A thick, hard shaft slapped her cheek, and she squealed in confusion. “Anything I want, toy, and I wanted to share tonight with my friends…” the stranger said, a faint taunt in his voice, pausing in his fucking for that single moment then shoving himself forward again, filling her with his canine shaft.

“But I… I didn’t…” Honey gasped, voice laden with confusion and a touch of fear, but she found that words had escaped her. Hadn’t she wanted to lose control, to be a plaything for this stranger? She was helpless here, and completely at his whim. Technically, he wasn’t doing anything she’d told him not to, even if he hadn’t said he would do it. The second stranger slapped her cheek with his cock again and tried to pry her mouth open. It was in that single moment that she knew what she’d missed.

Honey knew what a condom wrapper being handled and opened sounded like. She knew it took a few seconds to roll one on, especially for someone with a knot. None of that had happened! The stranger was fucking her bare! “H-hey, you’re supposed to use a con-GLRK!” The second stranger had taken that moment of her opening her mouth to protest to shove his dick past her lips. She felt panic rising in her, but out of sheer instinct, obeying some deep part of her that didn’t care, she began to massage the new stranger’s shaft with her tongue. She curled it around the head, finding it to be almost human in its shape and feel, with the foreskin pulled back. Oh my god, what am I doing, I should be fighting, she thought frantically. But the feeling of the stranger pounding into her over and over and the taste of an unfamiliar cock on her tongue momentarily kept her from struggling. Besides, right now, there was nothing she could do, was there?

She let out a surprised little squeal around the new cock in her mouth as cold lube was drizzled under her upraised tail. Without even a moment to prepare, the stranger’s thumb pressed in against the tight bud of her anus, spreading the muscle forcibly. As he began to fuck her in earnest, he began to thrust that thumb into her as well, keeping the same pace. Wet slapping noises filled the small clearing, and her desperate squeals were muffled by the smooth-skinned cock in her mouth. Under the blindfold, she closed her eyes despite already not being able to see, cutting off the tiny bit of light that crept through the sides. “That’s right, little toy. Just fucking enjoy it, like I knew you would. All my friends paid me good money to join in… maybe if you’re good, I’ll fill that bowl with cash instead of condoms.”

The stranger seemed to be taking great pleasure in drawing out his own climax, preferring to slow his pace down and use his thumb to fuck under her tail. It was a feeling she absolutely loved, and it was obvious that whomever it was, he knew what she liked; a stretched and heated quim while someone fucked under her tail. Usually, it was with a plug in her while someone put themselves under her tail, but it was much the same thing. For a while, all that she knew was sensation and taste and smell, losing herself in the moment.

For a moment, all she knew was that rough wood beneath her rubbing against her fur, the tightness of the soft leather cuffs that held her in place, the slow and measured fucking of a canine shaft against her swollen and needy spade, the taste of the pre that dribbled from the second stranger’s cock in her mouth, and the thrust of that thick thumb under her tail. She whimpered and groaned and gurgled around her mouthful, swallowing up every drop of pre that he gave her. “Oh fuck, she’s good, dude,” the second stranger said, his voice husky. “Gonna pop off… real… AAAH!” Honey’s mouth was filled with pulse after pulse of thick and heavy spend, which she greedily swallowed down.

It seemed to her that the moment that her mouth had been filled, the stranger had picked up his pace, fucking her with enough force to make his knot stretch her that tiniest little bit wider with each bug of his hips. His thumb had driven under her tail right to the base and he was teasing it and squirming it around. As the second stranger pulled out of her mouth, she gasped and gagged. It was at that moment she felt the stranger’s knot shove against her quim, and instead of pulling back, he was shoving forward, getting ready to tie. “Wait, no, don’t come in me, I’m in heat!” she begged, panic filling her. She wasn’t ready for this, she didn’t want pups from a total stranger!

Even as the words came, desperate and needy from Honey’s lips, it was too late. With a damning popping sensation, she felt the stranger’s knot sink into her, immediately swelling. “Whoops, too late for that,” he said in a sarcastic tone. Almost immediately he groaned and growled and Honey could feel his cock twitching and pulsing, life-giving seed filling her heated sex. Her heart sank and she whimpered, but then the stranger was tugging, tugging hard inside her. “Want to give the other boys a chance to give you puppies, too, toy.” He pulled his thumb out from under her tail and used both hands to push at her rump. Her whimpers turned into pained cries, and the last one was ragged and loud when he managed to tug that knot free despite the tie, cock still jetting his spend to spatter all over her upturned rump.

The stranger leaned against Honey’s backside and hunched over her. “Oh my god, you did it… you really did it…” she gasped. There was no going back from that, no way to change the fact that she’d been bred by a total and complete stranger. And that soon there’d be another, and another, and she wouldn’t be able to stop them. The sudden touch of a tongue to her abused spade, along with those thoughts that had truly sunk in, made her suddenly rock and shudder, her whole body tensing. A mingled but small gush of her pleasure and the stranger’s come dribbled out of her. “Oh really… you dirty little whore…” the stranger said, then commented to his friend, “Strange how she stopped complainin’ when she got filled properly.” He slapped her rump with his meaty shaft, “That’s what you really needed, hmm? To just lose control? Well, we’re not done.” There was a scrape of something, and then she heard the patter of her mingled juices and the stranger’s spend dribbling onto plastic.

The stranger stepped around Honey now, the second of them having stepped away. She heard more footsteps around her, and for a moment, she renewed her struggling, but she soon relaxed when she drew in the sharp scent of the stranger’s cock, smeared with her pleasure. When it teased at her lips, she opened them up and immediately began to clean it off. “Give me that bowl, one of you. Under her chin.” There was a scrambling, and the sound of the plastic water dish was heard, seemingly set on the bench underneath her chin. “You’re a good toy, aren’t you. Going to take all of us. Going to fill you with puppies, and the only way you’ll have any idea whose they are is when they’re born. Even then only the species. Aaand here’s the next customer.”

That was the only warning that Honey got before she felt heavy hands on her rump. They were huge and gnarled, belonging obviously to someone larger than the stranger. One of them gave her right cheek a rough slap, making her holler around the stranger’s cock. Without a word, he pressed a broad-tipped cock against her messy spade and pushed in. Moving his hand to the base of her tail, he tugged hard on it as he shoved in. His cock was thick and broad right from the start, and she felt a single bump along the length. Honey whimpered, just continuing to polish the stranger’s canine shaft clean. There was no doubt that the third male was a horse, the shape was too close to one. Broad and blunt head, thick shaft, a medial ring, and certainly not able to fit all the way inside her, his rough fucking was battering at her cervix with each thrust.

“Mmnh, too bad there’s not a public washroom nearby,” the stranger mused mockingly, and Honey felt a sick knot of dread form in her belly. He couldn’t mean to, there was no way. Only a few people knew about that darkest fantasy of hers. She knew in her heart that Arlo wouldn’t have arranged this, so who had? Now she understood why he’d had her bowl placed just under her chin. “Guess you’ll do, toy,” he growled, and soon a stream of hot, acrid urine was being sprayed into her mouth. There was no thought, no protest, not a single bit of resistance as she started to swallow, greedily drinking down as much as she could. Her stomach clenched and roiled, threatening to reject the stranger’s foul gift. As expected, there was just too much of it and a great deal of the pungent liquid spilled around her lips to pour into her bowl. “Should have called you Slut, huh? That’s what’s on your bowl after all.”

“Holy shit,” Came a gruff, sonorous voice behind Honey, presumably the one that had now taken her hips in his huge hands and had begun to pound into her with bruising force. Despite the fact he couldn’t fit himself all the way in, the force was enough to have the heavy sack swinging forward and slapping lightly against her belly fluff. A whinny-like laugh came from him, and he commented. “She’s not fighting this at all, she really does want this. You really weren’t kidding, she’ll really gulp down as much as she can! Fuck… I’m gonna… gonna…” He gave five more savage thrusts, battering Honey’s cervix with each one. Each was accompanied by a mingled stab of pain that drew a gurgling cry as she swallowed and delightful pleasure that further confused her heat-addled brain. Finally, she felt a torrent of heavy, viscous fluid pouring from the horse’s cock, and he didn’t even wait until he was finished before p ulling out, directing the rest of the jets of his spend all over her ass and back.

Mercifully, the Stranger, and she’d begun to think of him like that, as the Stranger, finished relieving himself in her muzzle. When he pulled out, leaving Honey gagging and coughing for a moment, he slapped her face with the meat of his shaft. Despite herself, she felt her lips curling into a happy little smile. It was something she had wanted, fantasized about. She’d never ask for this, never say how much she wanted it, but right now, in the moment, she was blissfully happy. She was a Toy, a thing, and she was being bred by total strangers. She nuzzled the Stranger’s sack lovingly, even licking at it. “There you are, Toy, that’s a good girl. Just what you want to be. A whore.” He had, it seemed, one last spurt of his urine, which arced up and spattered all over her head and back.

To her surprise, she felt the Stranger releasing her cuffs from where they were anchored, “You’re not going to try to get away. It’s already done, after all. Let yourself go, Toy.” He had a soothing voice, and she shook her head vigorously. “I knew you’d get to like this.” His voice conveyed how proud he was that she’d acquiesced so deliberately.

Two new, unfamiliar hands took hold of her, and she felt herself lifted into a broad lap with a heavy belly behind her. She could feel a thin, long shaft against her back. Bear? she wondered to herself. She cried out as his fingers pressed against her anus and shoved roughly in, three at once, stretching her uncomfortably. This one whispered in her ear, “Don’t fuckin’ get to hilt myself in a whore much, so yer gettin’ yerself fucked in the ass real soon. Hah! Fucked in th’ass while yer gettin’ fucked by an ass.” Despite being freed from the bindings, she felt other hands holding her legs spread wide, leaving her quim, now dripping with the semen of two unfamiliar males, open for use.

“Oh fuck off, you just like calling me an ass,” brayed the next stranger, and she felt another broad shaft spreading her wide. A donkey, this time, of course. The feeling of another shaft spreading her, feeling ever so different than the horse’s, made Honey moan. She’d forgotten any semblance of resistance, had fallen into the fulfillment of one of the most deep and dark fantasies she’d ever had.

Something was pressed to her lips, hard plastic this time. Her nose caught what was there… the Stranger’s piss, mingled with his cum and her pleasure. “Don’t forget your leftovers, Toy. It would be rude!” He tipped the bowl and try as she might, there was no way to get it all, and the torrent of acrid effluvia soaked her chest and fur completely through.

“Aw, come on, you got that shit all over me, what the fuck was that? I’m a polar bear, that shit is gonna stain!” Came the indignant gruff voice of the bear behind her. Despite his consternation, he had lifted her up now, making the donkey wait for just a moment after pulling her off of his dick. Honey felt the thin, rounded head of the bear’s cock press under her tail and slip right in with no effort at all. Total strangers, these were all total strangers, and the Stranger hadn’t told her they’d be joining in. And oh, she loved it more than anything.

Strong hands lowered her down onto the bear’s cock, and shuffling feet could be heard from all around. “It’s piss, my northern friend, oh, and cum. Make sure you fill her bowl whenever she can. You may have paid for this privilege, but you have rules.”

“Oh come on,” the polar bear said even more indignantly, “I still don’t think I should pay full for just her asshole.” Honey felt the broad head pressing into her cunt again, and soon the donkey was starting to fuck her with fast, hard jabs. He was shorter than the horse had been, and could actually hilt in her, his sheath kissing her puffy spade with each thrust.

Honey was only dimly aware of that though, and when the bear started rocking his hips when her rump kissed his lap again, she felt the aching discomfort of the hugely long deep inside her. Having been so surprised that she’d really not registered it the first time, Honey was horrified as much as she felt her inner walls clench and squeeze the donkey that was fucking her. Even that rough and savage rutting was somewhat ignored as she gasped out, “You made them pay to fuck me? You made me a real whore?”

The Stranger’s hand reached out to stroke her headfur, mashing cum and piss right in. “Oh yes. I know what you wanted. What you really wanted. Whore. Slut. Fucktoy. Dirty little cum-dump. You’re so high and mighty, you manage to keep so much control in your life. I’ve been on those forums, watched on that discord you’re part of.” He stroked her cheek, and she felt tears falling from her eyes at the understanding of how he’d known. All these things, she’d mentioned on those places over the last year. The piss, the bare-back fucking in her heat, even selling herself off. “Five hundred dollars a pop to fuck a girl you don’t know and she’ll never know you. I figured you’d object… but mmm, you’re loving it now. Just let go. It’s happening to you and it’s not done until you get your… twenty thousand.”

Honey couldn’t help it. When she knew just how many she’d be taking, how many she’d be filled by, pissed on, all in the space of the next four hours, she lost it completely. She came hard, her walls gripping the donkey’s thick shaft and squeezing them. He gave a bray of surprise, but it was enough to turn to another, louder bray of pleasure as he began to shoot his spend inside her. Her own barking cry as the rising crescendo of her orgasm crashed through her at its peak. The Stranger was right. She’d wanted this, deep down. The math suddenly popped in her head. Twenty thousand. Forty guys. FORTY. Without any warning, another orgasm shot through her like lightning.

“Fuck… fuuuck, I’m spent, guys,” The donkey said, letting out a braying sigh. “Gimme that bowl. Gonna catch what dribbles out so I can feed her.” She heard a scraping and felt the bowl pressed up below the donkey’s cock, and then he pulled out. A gush of his seed and the evidence of her climax poured out.

“Nngh, me too,” said the polar bear, but to belie that statement he began roughly bouncing her up and down on his cock, the hard and long shaft churning her insides. “But got ‘nough to fill her. She’s really enjoyin’ this shit. Lil piece of trash. Fuckin’ only worthy o’ this. Cheatin’ me by makin’ me pay five fuckin’ hundred. Piece o’ shit whore should be payin’ me!” The contempt and disgust in his tone was so intense that it drew Honey out of her hazed, happy state and she let out a low, despairing sob. There was a sudden slap and a huge angry roar behind her, and the polar bear stopped his rutting.

The Stranger’s voice had gone cold and icy. and he laid a hand gently on her cheek, wiping away the tears that had seeped down through the bottom of the blindfold. “Dornan, take her off you. You’re done. You do not disrespect my Toy. Next time we do this, you will not be invited.” He took hold of one of Honey’s legs and leaned in to nuzzle her. Grumbling but not protesting any more than that, given the likely angry glares he was getting, the polar bear lifted her up and off his cock. There was shuffling and “My precious little Toy whore. You’re good, you’re happy. All these boys but Dornan seem to know how to treat you. When they call you names, you can tell the difference. It’s pride. Appreciation.”

The Stranger kissed her then, a gentle, affectionate, lingering sort of kiss. “Your boyfriend didn’t know what I was going to do. He didn’t betray your trust, Toy. I did. But I knew… knew this is what you wanted. Now, do you want that twenty thousand, hmm?” He commented to the others waiting all around her, “I’m spent myself, boys. Two of you escort Dornan out and make sure he doesn’t go bringing cops. I paid good money to make sure the patrols wouldn’t come by here. She sure looks like she wants more. Let’s give our magnificent, slutty little whore just what she wants. A bellyful of pups from dozens of us!”

There was a low, loud cheer, and Honey found herself reaching down to play at her spade, slick with her own lubrication and the semen of now three males. By the end of this, she’d be so sore, so filthy, and she loved it.

A new stranger… no, a new customer was pressing up against her quim now. He had a dusty scent to him, and as he pushed into her abused sex, she felt slight ridges popping into her. Suddenly, a hot stream of acrid-smelling piss began to arc down over her chest, soaking her fur as one of the other males in the throng began to relieve himself. Honey smiled, tongue lolling out. Despite that one moment with the polar bear that had nearly broken her out of this, she was going to enjoy every last moment.

The Stranger whispered one last thing in her ear, “My friends will all take care of you. But I’ll be nearby. You call out my name… Stranger, to you, if they are… uncouth.” And then he was gone, leaving her to the attentions of the throng he’d drawn to that quiet corner of the park.

******

Four hours later, when Arlo returned, Honey heard him gasp in complete shock and dismay. She was once again bound to the table, but on her back, legs spread wide with her spade just over the edge of the wood. She had lost count of the orgasms, the loads left in her, the torrents of piss that had soaked her fur. She could imagine just how much of a sight she must be.

“Oh holy shit, sweetie, I… what did he do? I told him, I told him, condoms. That’s… oh god, oh FUCK… how many? Why didn’t you call for help? Fight?” He trailed off as he saw the dopey smile on her face. To his surprise, there was a huge, stuffed envelope in the pet bowl just to the right of her head. “What the fuck?” was all he could ask. She wasn’t distressed, hell, she looked completely blissed out.

There wasn’t a single inch of her body that wasn’t matted and filthy with cum and, from the pungent smell and the yellow stains in her fur, piss. He went to release the blindfold, but Honey breathed out in a weak and hoarse voice. “Just… wait. Keep me like this for a while. It’s a beautiful night. Your friend, the Stranger. He gave me what I wanted. Just didn’t ask.”

And so, Arlo did as he was asked, curling up next to her on the bench as best as he could. When the beginnings of false dawn showed in the sky, he knew it was time for them to go home. Shakily, hesitantly, Honey whispered, “I want this again… it’s good money.”