Dare – Book II » Chapter 3

We had another dinner early that evening, a meal that we didn’t really need, but neither I nor my three brothers complained about it. It wasn’t the sort of food our Master had served us at night. He’d liked to feed us stew usually, made from beef or venison, occasionally chicken with the bones carefully removed, and always with a rich gravy stirred into wild rice usually. Joe’s sons didn’t know about that custom though, so they’d fed us dog food again, but it was still good the way they mixed it all up, even if it did confuse us just a little at first.

Both of the boys brought the bowls in this time and my brothers were too tired to get very excited. They just barked lazily for a minute or two and then concentrated on eating. I was right there with them, of course, getting my fair share even though we’d had a very large breakfast and we didn’t need all that food. Mike and Jay watched us and whispered together. They giggled like children and I thought they were talking about me probably, but I didn’t know what they were saying.

I was never very interested in what people had to say to each other, even my Master when he would speak with Joe, it wasn’t something I paid very much attention to. Not the words at least. I listened more to the tone of his voice and his posture, the look in his eyes. Those were the things that told me all I needed to know, and as I lifted my head from the bowl, licking my lips, I glanced at the two boys and they were easy enough to understand. They were males and I’m a female and there was an eagerness about them, expressed physically in subtle but unmistakable ways.

They desired me.

I didn’t find them attractive at all, not like I did my brothers and most especially my mate, but the boys were interesting to me for other reasons. I missed my Master. I missed his hands more than anything, except perhaps his voice. I longed to be touched by human hands, to have my body stroked and my head scratched. I wanted to be petted and groomed. I missed the attention and those boys would never substitute for my Master, that was impossible, but just to feel their hands would give me some small measure of comfort perhaps. I was very sad inside and looking for ways to be healed.

I moved across the floor slowly, leaving Bush to finish what was left in our bowl. I was crawling like a dog, keeping my eyes down with my hair falling around me. I was showing off for the boys, letting them see me as I moved deliberately and exposing every part of me in one way or another. My muscles flexed beneath my light brown skin when I stretched and I moved my shoulders so that my firm, smallish breasts would sway slightly beneath me. I turned my ass to their gaze, undulating my hips as I crawled less than ten feet in front of them. I dropped my head, growling softly, wordlessly urging them to take me as I displayed my sex in open invitation. I was flagging the two boys and they weren’t making a sound.

My brothers hadn’t noticed my parade yet or they might have been drawn to take me themselves, although they generally preferred to relax for a little while after eating dinner. My sex was growing moist and my heart beating rapidly as I continued my seductive behavior. If the boys had been dogs I would have come closer to them, nipping at them playfully, urging them to give me the attention I was demanding. These were humans though, and so I was wary and coy and waiting for them to understand what it was I wanted.

They continued to talk in hushed tones while they licked their lips and rubbed their faces and shifted their weight from one foot to the other, unable to decide what they should do. We played like that for nearly five minutes I think before the sound of Joe’s truck interrupted us. It was a sound my brothers and I knew well enough and we ignored it, but the effect on the two Indian boys was immediate.

“Oh shit. Dad’s here!” Mike, the smaller, looked towards the door and his brother, Jay, looked frightened.

“Come on! Grab the bowls. Hurry up…” He pushed Mike to get the now empty dishes and they were in a rush to leave the room, but I didn’t know why.

“He’s gonna kill us if he catches us,” Mike was saying and my brothers and I just watched them as the boys left us, disappearing into the house proper.

I didn’t now what to think about that, so I didn’t think about it at all. I joined my brothers on our bedding, curling up against Bandy, hugging his back to my chest and tummy and putting my left leg over his big soft body as he closed his eyes. Bush moved to smell my excited sex and give me a few slow licks across my swollen lips and then my exposed ass. He finally settled with his head resting on my right thigh. Barley left us, going outside to do what he needed to and I just closed my eyes, wondering at how strange people could be sometimes.

I wasn’t sleeping. I was just really comfortable when I heard the boys starting up their motorcycles outside. Barley was barking at them, pleased with himself that he’d driven the strangers away finally, but I didn’t think they were leaving just because of him.

The door opened a minute later and Joe was looking in. I smiled at him from behind Bandy. I was still warm inside from flagging the two boys like I had and so I wasn’t surprised at myself when I slipped off the bed, moving slowly and being careful not to wake Bush or Bandy. I had wondered vaguely if Joe would want to be our new Master. I liked him well enough and I thought he liked me, although I wasn’t too sure how he felt about the other dogs. My brothers tolerated him anyway, so it would be okay if he was, but he didn’t seem to have that same sort of presence that our Master had possessed. Joe was more … I don’t know, neutral, or something. Unassertive maybe, which is a pretty big word for me, but probably the right one. He wasn’t a real Master.

I moved towards him across the hardwood floor, much as I had for his sons just a short while before and I could tell the big Indian was interested. He’d been a frequent visitor and he’d enjoyed my mouth and cunt many times for my Master’s pleasure as well as his own.