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Dogfriends in the Suburbs by ADS



Dogfriends in the Suburbs


Charlotte arrived home exhausted from her workday transcribing old American patent text into the new lingua at the new Warren Office City Center. It was with relief that she unlocked her front door. Actually the door recognized the young attractive brunette as a legal occupant when she spoke and answered in the correct code. Immediately, she stepped out of her Gucci high heels and dropped her dress and panty hose. Remembering that Eduardo did not like a mess; she scooted upstairs to drop them quickly into a hamper.

The hour approached for her evening walk. Even as fatigued as she felt, she looked forward to the attention and the rigorous exercise. She slipped into her Y harness that fitted around her white tummy and slipped under her panties and back up her ass crack. She pulled up blue jeans that stuck to her hide like glue. The top of the harness stuck out indenting her strong and firm belly. The lead knot faced out ready for her leash to be slipped in. A cool semi-halter top covered her boobs and bra. She tied the loose ends in front. A light pair of brown sandals showed her cutely painted and manicured toenails.

The expensive heavy black leather leash attached and dangled to a bit past her knees. She clicked the handcuffs closed and cinched them with another snap onto her Y harness in back. A long ankle shackle chain completed her simple bindings. She ran downstairs and plopped down in front of the door, sprawling on her back with her legs apart and facing forward in the front hallway.

A half-hour later the door opened silently to admit the astute and intelligent Eduardo. Charlotte immediately began to whimper. "Eduardo, I need to be walked. Please, Eduardo, please!" She swayed side to side on her back accenting her urgent needs. Her leash lashed restlessly like a rabid snake back and forth between her jeans legs.

Eduardo growled and approached raising one leg to spray a bit into her crotch: "Raw Ritch! Rawways reeds to ro!" He yapped unhappily but did condescend to seize her leash in his sharp pointy fangs. The four-legged brute paced carefully backward causing the leash to tighten until Charlotte scrambled hastily to her feet.

"Thank you, Eduardo!" She shouted.

Eduardo turned and proceeded back out. Charlotte chased him as her leash directed her to do. He padded off with his girlfriend sauntering quickly on her lead behind him. Her pants, wet and cool from her marking, rapidly dried.

She chattered of her day in stupid conversation that he gruffly ignored. 'It had been busy on the PC and the Net. The screen had frozen due to overload too many times. And something should be done to increase frame capacity.'

Eduardo ran swiftly down Deerfield Drive to Stonehenge Street forcing Charlotte to energetically pant and shut up finally. Several other girls of all ages were on their own leashes inspecting a freshly constructed neighborhood. An Irish derived redhead who she was friendly with merrily chugged along from the direction of the Grande Woods. Charlotte flashed a smile and hailed her: "Hi, Emily!"

She looked up at her friend's call but did not answer other than by a slight chin dip. She had proposed to her dog who had accepted last weekend making Emily ecstatic. That meant she required panties packing with a full-face harness holding it in place at all times. She appeared quite stunning in her new engagement outfit but extremely tired from the extra exertions that would be her normal routine from now on.

Her dog friend lived with her three miles away in a blue shingled colonial with black shutters. She could not have much more time than Charlotte from coming home after work which meant a challenging run mostly uphill for her tonight. Furthermore, she was still in her day dress and high heels. Quite startling and alluring to observe in passing Charlotte realized, but far harder for a girl to maintain the necessary fast trot. Still Emily's leash extended from her groin at a stiff, steep angle. No looseness permitted or laxity, much less levity allowed.

Annoyed, Eduardo picked up the pace and had her dashing down and up hills. She would be tired on the way back and the hills would present quite a challenge when she climbed on the way back up to her apartment condo.

An older blonde woman pleasantly walked by mired in some internal reverie. Her dog, a well-built German Shepherd stock, was taking it easy on her. She probably had done well at some mundane task recently and she was being rewarded. Being older was not to be free of demands, however, even considering the lower intelligence and reflexes of the first generation. For example, a gray-haired lady in hot pants and heels trotted by in a black hood following her dog friend.

Both of the older ladies, though, thought themselves lucky to be alive in the development. Most of her age were attached or married in the wider world beyond the test center.

The sun sank very close to setting by the time Charlotte returned at a brisk jog to their condo. The preparation of an exquisite meal still loomed as a primary task tonight for Charlotte and Eduardo. She should also take a shower if time permitted and see what Eduardo wanted to do. It was Friday night and they might go out. Eduardo, handsome and brutish, descended of mixed Afghan and Greyhound, long legged and sleek with the modified paw digits exceptionally long and agile. He would be a wonderful master if he would accept her human frailty and love.

Waiting inside for Charlotte lurked a surprise since Eduardo rarely consulted with her before hand or even hinted.

"Why, hello, Jane!"

Her friend and arch-rival Jane Wise sat in her prettiest flimsy dress with Rudolph, who had inherited prime Alaskan Husky stock. The girls had met at the Wexall laboratory when they still crawled and wailed. Though rivals, they respected each other and had often double dated or shared a bed or kennel.

"What a nice surprise!" Jane nodded eagerly in response. Sensuous fine corn yellow hair fell around her featured head. Heavy yellow-green eye mascara accented her upper eyelids. A matching wide yellow tape covered her cheek to cheek over her thin red lips. They had been in college training together too and had shared many slumber parties and sleepovers, even the occasional class. Often they argued over a dog. Even now Charlotte felt agitated and annoyed over how often Jane's leash had been selected over hers leaving her for the kennel once again. Jane was too cute for her own good.

Her frock consisted of one piece; short sleeved, low scooped and falling to her mid-thigh when she sat. The dress embodied a pale brown alternating with darker ochre in patches. The only fastening latched in back. A brown leash studded with yellowish gems clasped by and between her knees stuck slightly out. Lower in her body fairly massive brown platform shoes matched the rest of her ensemble. Stylishly her hands were crossed in back where her dress was undoubtedly angled in a V.

Meekly, Charlotte regarded Eduardo who chewed off several commands. Obediently, Charlotte bent at her waist to receive her leather leash into her own teeth. She jumped back up and pulled her tether tight. Then she led herself off to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Though fatigued she fretted over Jane and her competition.

Meals were not hard. Dogs preferred even after all of the recombinant DNA engineering simple raw meat, hot and bloody. She always had several types on hand: bison, cow, chicken, albatross, tyranno, alligator, rhino and dodo right now. She selected two haunches of rhino steak, set them in a microwave along with a bowl of blood to be warmed. Red Dog Ale would be served as a chaser in bowls.

Jane and she would have the normal: White Chardonnay to elegantly lap with an entrée of sliced beef cubes in thick brown gravy with rosemary. Green salads were on the side with a Kuduweed sauce. Checking the spices she found excellent Tsetse maggots, freshly hatched and albino Albanian slugs. Prior to serving she would sprinkle it onto Jane's stew.

Dashing out of the kitchen, she filed past the living room. Eduardo was sprawled at Jane's dainty feet looking up at her crotch cord. Rudolph busied himself at her side, snagging his teeth into her long hair and playfully pulling. Jane still pressed her knees together but wiggled as if their attentions bothered.

Running up her bedroom Charlotte grunted at her closet that opened to display dozens of dresses, skirts and blouses. 'What to wear, to wear, to wear? Too many choices. Too few good choices. She would have to show off her tits so a low front was suggested. Strapless or straps? The maroon wrap around gown might do.'

Unhooking her hands from the restraining Y harness, she unlocked them too so as to quickly change her apparel. Another clothes set dumped into the hamper. It threatened to overflow so she flicked a switch to have them dropped to the laundry to be washed, later dried and automatically sorted. Clad now only in white briefs, Y harness and brassiere, she twirled in front of her closet mirror. She decided to remove her brassiere for the evening.

The maroon dress she wiggled into adding pale red stockings and garter belt. High-heels shoes were stiletto type with open toed sandal design and a high strap. Her leash still split the front of her gown; she had not removed her leash once as she changed. She hiked the leash now in back to find the harness hook to slip her handcuffs back on while she also locked her wrists together. With her thighs showing, she felt better more of a seductive slut.

She ran back downstairs to model in front of the living room for a second and catch the dogs' attention. Their long tongue's drooled at her appearance. Jane, her hair a mess, still sat clothed but with Rudolph in her lap pawing one of her boobs. Eduardo growled and Charlotte scampered off to finish the dinner preparations.

Shortly she had the ornate bowls and tables set out. The steaming chunk of rhino was the centerpiece for each of the dogs' plates. She and Jane would reside to the side in a special corner. The maggots and slugs she smoothed and covered with some lumpy brown gravy.

Scurrying to the living room she wryly announced: "Dinner is served, Eduardo dear, Rudolph and dear Jane. Please come and be seated or locked in place as the case may be." She curtsied very, very low and remained in that awkward position until Eduardo lazily relieved her by pulling her leash from her clenched teeth. Immediately, he trotted off and she followed. Jane was with Rudolph and she trotted ahead of Charlotte and Eduardo. It could be now seen how high her dress hung in back. The tip of the back of her split dress was level with her hands (palm to palm). Her stocking tops and blue dotted panties peeked as she swayed and stepped.

Rudolph dropped Jane at her seat, a low hassock of cold rock cemented to the floor. She plopped demurely spreading her feet to each side horizontal to the floor. Her wrists secured and padlocked to a ring behind her. Then her leash extended in front rather than up letting her dress drift down and conceal her legs once again. Rudolph locked her leash in front to a ring under the table that she would share, including the padlock, with Charlotte in a moment.

Jane sat up straight holding her chin up. Rudolph yanked her mouth tape free along with a few skin cells. She winced. Calmly she spit out her wadding, an old dishcloth.

Charlotte strolled to her seat and was similarly treated. Both girls lowered their heads and awaited a command to eat. The dogs walked back to their meal and immediately began gnawing the juicy bones packed with muscle sinews. They lapsed into a high pitched yipping and low growls, talking fast and accurate together about canine needs and obligations. The girls could not follow this conversation being incapable and/or untrained in this language. With their dogs occupied the girls commenced their own feeding understanding the unspoken signal.

Jane noticed with a foul smirk that her dinner crawled with a rather obnoxious spice. Only sparing a glance of hate filled with despair, she ate with little appetite. Still, she was fast and used her tongue to lick the dinnerware clean. Each squirming slug and maggot wandered inside her cheeks and then was swallowed with a sickly gulp. She choked it down but only combined her tasteless act with a few tears of revulsion. She spotted a maggot crawling in circles on the table where it had been spilled. Fighting her gagging reaction, she brought her head lower yet and stuck the maggot on the tip of her tongue. A convulsive spasm traced its course down her throat as the last maggot died on her way to her tummy. Tears filled her blue eyes.

Charlotte finished happily her own meal, aware and happy at Jane's comeuppance.

They kept their heads down working around the each bowl looking for crumbs or even a wet spot. Small girl talk sounds drifted quietly about their heads on what happened at their work sites, the new engineered breeds with their incessant needs and high loyalty once attuned, the progress made by the canine race in the past generation and about how much fun their double date was.

Eduardo and Rudolph approached the girls smacking their lips. They inspected the two crouched, now silent, females and checked locks and bowls. Smacking in satisfaction the girls nervously sighed, relieved at their dog's body language.

Charlotte and Jane were pulled by their long hair roughly back and straight. Their napkin cloths exchanged and dipped into a honey pot for their dessert. Charlotte, with eyes high, did not observe that her napkin was also dipped into the half-empty maggot can from the kitchen. Eduardo twirled it about with his prehensile paw until all but a few were captured by the gooey honey.

Gripping Charlotte's left shoulder Eduardo circled her luscious red lips with the tasty treat. Charlotte smacked happily, then noticed a white crumb crawling on the surface. Suddenly she panicked: "I have been a good girl! Please---hrrmmphh!" In went the delicious dessert! Duct tape circled her head pinching her cheeks. She grumbled and wobbled her shoulders, as her well-filled mouth tasted the sweetness and the moving tiny bits. Charlotte sobbed; her gray eyes blinked back huge copious tears.

Jane smirked from her corner, knowing a dab of true justice. Rudolph pinched her nose in turn making her gape wide and in an inviting "O". Her treat was stuffed deep and back into her throat until she grunted satisfactory, low and basal with a hint of nasal soprano. Broad gray tape followed but under her hair as compared to Charlotte's hair which was sealed to her skull. It was only then that they were liberated from their seats only to be linked by leash. Charlotte would lead Jane.

"Reen Rlean Rup. Rhen roin rus rin tha Risor," Eduardo, tired and peeved, spoke in the pidgin tongue of instruction and the girls hastened to comply, picking up dishes backhanded, as many as they could at a time, and running into the kitchen to dump same in the dishwasher. They scraped them clean of bones and gristle first and put the waste into the trash. Returning with wash cloths in Jane's dainty fingers and a toothbrush in Charlotte's, they scrubbed and fussed until the dining area and kitchen was spick and span. After a brief check in a mirror where Jane groomed Charlotte's tangled hair and Charlotte straightened Jane's hem, the girls raced to their wonderful hounds heels click clacking away.

The girls stood together and then knelt. The dogs were busy watching a movie classic, "Lassie Come Home". Their conversation concentrated on the central conflict of duty and friendship. It seemed rather one sided to the dogs. 'What did Lassie gain? Why bother? Why travel so far and do so little? What did her master really want except for dull and stupid acquiescence?'

The girl leashes had become quite tangled and knotted from their household duties. So the leashes lost their usual length forcing the girlfriends to be closer and rubbing thighs. Of course, the leash was taut.

In time the dogs came to a break in the transmission. They yawned prodigiously and advanced on their bitches. The leashes unsnapped at the belly to free them from their intimate connection but they promptly returned to normal full use. The girls were rearranged behind the dogs' comfortable sofa.

Lying on their backs with some pillows propping their heads and shoulders, the girls opened their knees a bit, glancing shyly at each other. The dogs curled contentedly on their laps. Their tails wagged and tickled the lower legs of the girls.

The movie ended at 10 PM. The girls napped and required a throat nip to wake up. Pulling savagely on their leashes, the dogs dragged them up and galloped upstairs.

It was too late for Jane and Rudolph to go home. They would sleep over. Charlotte selected a spaghetti strapped nightie for Jane that she did not like. It was opaque though pretty pink roses were scattered over its length from upper bosom to near the knee. It hung rather loose though access was easy. For herself Charlotte selected a black baby doll with matching panties.

The girls changed, did some toiletries and added makeup. The dogs unshackled their hands for a short chain version for easier movements during this time. Other tiresome movements became restricted with a set of locked ankle chains.

Hands yanked back, palm to palm. Jane tearfully rubbed her body against Charlotte in sweet girl talk for goodnight and I love you too. Eduardo grumbled and shut the house lights off.

Charlotte padded barefoot behind Eduardo, admiring his full red balls in the dim moonlight that filtered in through a skylight in the hall. The bedroom absorbed all light with thick red shades and maroon drape curtains.

Charlotte sighed and smiled inwardly at the arrival of the weekend finally. She grew bored of being kenneled in the cellar every night. The plight of being single in the suburbs made a girl sad and lonely. One day she would marry or have a steady. 'One day!'

The bed in the complete darkness stayed invisible except to the touch of a shin or other patch of bare skin, but she remembered it well from the daytime. That morning she pulled the Amish coverlet down and prepped it for an easy bedding later. Eduardo ushered her into the fresh opened sheets and Eduardo jumped her and pawed until she knelt a bent knee to her soft smooth chin.

She could feel her ankle shackle removed on her left leg. The chain tugged on her right where it had been re-secured at the bottom of the bed. Nothing like being anchored for the night. "Hmm!" She murmured contentedly.

For the first time since she came home, her leash was unfastened completely and her panties jerked to her knees. Her crotch, long creased and strained by the caress of her leash, welcomed the change but a wet yearning replaced the tired ache. Eduardo dove in, licking from her back at her exposed vagina and anus. "Ohh! Hmmm!"

Without fanfare Eduardo climbed on top of her but Charlotte anticipated his attempt. She kept her thighs tight. Eduardo would indicate when he wanted different. Hot urine sprayed her bottom, marking Eduardo's territory once again. "Ahhh!"

His paws grasped her waist and fondled at her boobs. Her back received his full weight of 250 kilos and he began pumping his first hundred blows into her that continued to a total of two hundred strokes making her fidget and perspire. He would keep her ass warm tonight! She humped right back eager to please and be accepted.

He let her settle wider under his bulk to sleep. Eduardo crept backwards to guard her rump and wide thighs with his own body. She moaned, writhing into the mattress belly down.

Jane's bed was quiet. Briefly Charlotte heard it creaking while Jane was rammed and reamed. Jane's day had been long and tough too and a good screwing relaxed.

Substantially past midnight Charlotte awoke to a muffled yelp and grinding teeth. Jane had been rejumped she realized sleepily. Furthermore, her ass felt distinctly cold. Eduardo had left on another damn house inspection tour.

Charlotte squirmed, furious. She moved her shoulders and tossed and turned trying to get up and peer over the bed edge. Her mouth fumed with tortured sighs and hrmphs.

Suddenly, Eduardo materialized in an explosion of snarls and yips. Her head was smashed down, her ass clawed (but not enough to break her delicate skin), and her throat seized in his sharp angular fangs. "Arrghh!"

Eduardo barked into her ears at point blank range. Charlotte shuddered and whimpered. Her lover slipped on board and splashed her groin with his urine. Knowing the signal she raised her rump and she was instantly pierced and pumped for a fifty count. Eduardo, not satisfied with her response swiftness, humped her another quick fifty until she collapsed, murmuring happily with her ass hot again.

Later she uneasily reawoke. The night was deathly still and void of light. Her ass was freezing! Eduardo had departed yet again!

Carefully, without bringing her silky knees any closer, she checked about raising her delicate chin and attentively listened. Nothing could be ascertained in the pitch-black night. She whimpered very softly. Nothing! "Hrrmmpphh!" Nothing! "HRMMPHHH!" Charlotte yelled as much as she could. Still she barely peeped. Her mouth jammed and crowded with the aftermath of her dessert napkin.

Eduardo abruptly dashed in, barking madly, and crushed her soft throat in his jaws silencing her insipid complaints. Further barking crashed into her ears. She sobbed and politely raised her ass. Eduardo sprayed and pumped a fast fifty into her. Warm ass existed contentedly again, time to sleep protected by Eduardo on top of her.

Starlings twittered outside. A small glimpse of bright light percolated through a slightly parted curtain. Charlotte once more slept naked ass on her bed. Her legs spread as much as she could with the minuscule scrap of cloth that were panties snagged on her chained foot. Her nightie hiked over her hips with only her bound hands hiding her well-rounded derriere.

Eduardo appeared in the doorway, stalking her. He jumped up on the bed and positioned himself between her sleeping thighs. A rear leg raised up and yellow fluid squirted out to lightly dampen her naked backside. Reaching down with his red tongue, he licked her awake on her cunt and anus. Charlotte stirred with a dim smile on her features. She moaned and stretched delightfully.

Eduardo continued lapping until she backed up to her knees with her head hanging low. For a moment he indulged himself, by inserting his prick and doing two fast fifty counts and filling her up. He then unsnapped her bed anchor chain. Taking her hair in his jaws, He pulled her off the bed to her closet and barked once. She knew enough to get dressed for her early, early morning walk. Eduardo opened her wrists to a six-inch span of stainless steel chain and let her pull her panties up over her bottom once more. Black heels were added and a fresh Y harness under her panties for her cuffs to hook to in back and for a long leash in front.

Her mascara was a mess as was her hair so she combed and plucked and added fresh hues. Jane had awakened too in the hall bathroom prettying herself. Charlotte could hear the splash of cold water and an occasional clink of steel, ceramic and plastic.

With cuffs back in place she stepped to the head of the stairs. Rudolph guided Jane out to stand behind her. Jane was a gorgeous creature. Her nightgown hem hung between hip and knee; her leash only slightly indented the front. Her eyes sparkled with the freshness of morning. Charlotte noted white staining the inside of her left leg to speckle the knee. Rudolph had really erupted over her.

They all hurried downstairs, the door opened at a bark command, and scampered outside. A moist haze clung to the grass and softened the overall morning lighting. Immediately outside the girls saw the next door neighbors returning from their dawn promenade. Two young blonde teenage sisters shared a fierce looking black dog. He strangely had lost some hair above his eyes and possessed a high forehead and sagging jowls. He walked in front of his mandates who trailed by two feet on either side. He was ancient and probably more of a father figure for the youngsters.

Everybody nodded hello or barked. George, the older dog's name, added in the pidgin tongue: "Roo is Roo man's rest riend? Re Roo rall rurk."

Eduardo replied: "Rife rurning rawways. Re must no to rerolve, to reach rowrelves."

"Rah!" Several other curt comments exchanged at a quick high pitched level. It seemed intellectually satisfying to the dogs.

The teenagers, Leslie and Sammy, stepped forward with a lively tit and ass bounce after their dog/father. Their hands simply clasped behind on above their matching black panties. Both wore a striking short negligee of the sheerest black with tall coal black heels.

Eduardo and Rudolph chattered in their weird high-pitched tongue as they proceeded west on Deerfield. It might have been the weather, the sight of the young nubile teenagers or the current state of the world.

Other couples enjoyed the early morning sunshine. Girls suffered if they did not receive enough attention and loving care. Otherwise they would wither up and die. Many of the first generation had lingered but passed away with sort of neglect.

Anyway such the scientists concluded and currently this continued to be the cause celebre. New theories always slunk and wiggled just under the horizon.

This morning, Charlotte and Jane approached the outer limits of the condo development. A grove of statuesque Redwoods sheltered the little hamlet. A gentle breeze rustled the upper leaves leaving a pleasant melody singing in the branches high overhead.

A dim gray track crossed through the trees disappearing into the underbrush. The Wexall laboratory workforce diligently labored during the week a kilometer down that roadway in a lower valley. In a sense everyone in the development worked there or came from there. Other biogenetic labs existed in the world. Apish and famous Luxdor came to mind. Of course, in Beijing the first great experiments had been conducted and test tubes conceived what had not been seen in centuries.

The science had long existed but the Church had forbidden it after the Great Change. It had been Evil to create or recreate in the images of the dead past. But the Cardinals had lost eventually when amoral Science bloomed and laughed in the face of a hidebound tradition.

Eduardo and Rudolph halted at the edge of what was almost a wilderness. Transit for the residents in the suburb always was on foot except when one finally was married. Then one left forever. One day the girls would meet someone who would literally take them away from all this. One day...if they behaved.

Eduardo squatted and panted in the middle of the path peering down the dark road. His thick red tongue restlessly heaved in and out. The nights were long and he did not love his job. Still the girls grew on one. He had procured many for his relatives. Demand grew with each day. Whether the motive was revenge on the old, old days, curiosity, fetish or an old and pleasant memory, even the canine race was not sure of. The Church worried over the Evil and thought it a sin. Modern philosophers preferred "What is, is". It was not his job to philosophise so Eduardo daydreamed instead of a better job one day.

Jerking Charlotte by her crotch, she joined him with her knees spread sitting on her haunches on the grassy knoll. Roughly he bumped her in her tits and pushed her down onto her back. She exhibited extreme discomfort with her hands locked behind her. She attempted to escape but Eduardo growled and she stilled, whimpering. Reflexively she spread her legs while Eduardo hovered over her belly and commenced to soak her panties and negligee front with his marker. She stirred happily even as the hot urine plastered her clothing to her lean and full shape, silhouetting and showing the stiffness of her pert nipples.

Jane shivered and protested testily through her gag. Rudolph brutally jumped her as a direct result leaving her squealing and being flooded with urine in the full light of a later day sun after the End had finally come and gone. A new era had dawned and the rules cruelly modified. Yet similarities existed.

There were those on top and those on the bottom. To the winner, belonged the spoils and booty of war. Good and evil dwells only in the mind of the beholder.

Besides, who really cares?

It was a dog day life but someone had to do it. Woman, as recreated from the genes of Man, was a dog's best friend.


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