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The pharmacist identified it as a free-use pill. Said it was all the rage in the underground scene.
But how Shep, my German Shepherd, got a hold of it was a mystery.
Either way, whenever I was near him, I - quite literally - became his bitch.
He could do whatever he wanted to me.
And, oh, did he ever.
He was a fucking beast with his huge, thick, red cock.
The pill gave him that advantage, the upper hand, over me, and he always used it against me.
He'd take his time with me. He'd lick and taste and tease me. He'd play with me, like his little toy.
My body would ache for him. Ache for his touch, his tongue, his teeth.
My cunt would drip and pulse and throb, my body betraying my mind, begging for his touch.
And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. He had absolute control over my body.
When he was out of the room, it was like the cobwebs had been cleared from my mind and I could suddenly think again and I always wondered what the hell I was doing getting on all fours and presenting my juicy pussy to my big dog.
But now. Now I was fertile. The pharmacist thought that there was no chance his sperm could mix with my egg - which was a relief.
Though that turned out to be 100% completely wrong.
By this point, I had fully resigned to being Shep's fuck toy.
It had gone on so long.