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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #1870270
The earth is taken over by female dogs. male humans are slaves always.
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Chapter #5

Fast Food!

    by: Throwaway37373 Author IconMail Icon
"It's a fast food place! Tons of super greasy food, and I need employees! Obviously, I could have hired some dogs to do the job, but where's the fun in that? Plus, that would be super hard to pay for, especially when slaves like you are so cheap!" she giggled, before a look of sudden remembrance flashed upon her face, and she smiled deviously, cackling slightly as she teased you; "I bet you are wondering what you are going to be doing at the restaurant, aren't you? I've already filled all the roles, except for two. But what's the fun in telling you now. You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you."

You were obviously starting to feel uneasy, something not at all lessened by the fact that the fact that this dog was pulling you towards the back of a van. One inside the back, you were shackled to the floor, supposedly to prevent you from getting any ideas about trying to run off once the van had stopped. As if the hard floor wasn't already uncomfortable enough, your new owner decided to make the trip even worse for you, walking back into the back and nodding towards the large guard who in turn shoved you backwards, so your head was lying on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Well see, the drive is going to take quite a while longer yet, and I spent all morning testing our food. Sadly, it tends to make me really gassy. And to cap it all off, this van is a rental, and I don't want to damage the seats anymore then they already are, so I'm going to use you as a seat on the way! Everyone wins!"

"How the hell do I win by having you use me as a fucking fart cushion!"

"You don't have to breath the horrible, not fart scented air from my ass!"

"That's not be---" but it doesn't matter because the rude canine has dropped her asshole right over your open mouth, pinning it open with her body weight. How fucking rude, doesn't she consider your feelings? Just because she owns you and is planning on forcing you to work for the rest of your life doesn't mean she has to be a bitch about it. Oh right, Fuck, I was writing a thing. My bad.

Rubbing her surprisingly large doggy ass over your face while being careful not to move off of your mouth, she starts talking to herself: "ugh, we really need to change the recipe, this bloated feeling is awful! or... OR! This could be brilliant! We could market our food as being perfect to entertain yourself with! Almost everyone has a slave like you, and I'm sure people would love a new way to humiliate them! And you get to help me test this theory right now! You should be honored." she proclaimed loudly before pressing herself downward onto your face harder

Above your head, the chihuahuas stomach started rumbling loudly;

HGHGHGHBBBBBWBBBLLLLLLHHHHH

Symbolizing the start of your imminent torture, the gurgling surrounding you grew ever louder and louder as pressure built up, amplified by the shaking of the canines ass as she rubbed her dirty, musky ass all over, until finally;

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTT

"Oh god, that's a bad smell! I'm sure glad you're under me there bitch!"

The wet air flew from the disgusting hole and straight into your open mouth, dampening the insides of your mouth and making you gag, but the lack of any solid food inside of your body prevented you from throwing up.

"Oh, better get ready, here's another one!" laughed your tormentor before blasting your face with a damp, soaking wet SBD

ppppffhhhHhttTTtttttttttt

THESE ARE GETTING WORSE AND WORSE, THEY ARE HORRIBLY SMELLY AND DAMP! The guard and your owner were doubling over laughing at your loud retching noises as you struggled against the restraints. The chihuahua let out a couple more farts in quick succession, seemingly unwillingly

bbBTFFPPPHTTT

BHHFHPPTPTT

BBHH FFTPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

the guard finally talked after continuing laughing at your pain;

"God those are bad! Hey, I've been building up for a while now, want to shove him my way?"

"Hell fucking yeah!"

MMMmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

"What was that? You REALLY want me to shove your face into his ass? Well, if you insist!"

Pulling your face out of her ass, she grabbed your head from behind and held you there as the guard turned and spread his gigantic ass cheeks apart, wiggling his smelly ass as he moved backwards slowly, back and forth spraying a disgusting, weak but dense fart as he moved back. Your new owner then shoved you forward, burying your head into the guards asshole, holding you in with a ton of force. With one dog applying force to the front of your face with his ass, and one dog applying force to the back of your head, you were in a lot of pain

and then

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

The guard released all of his gas at once! A huge wave of garbage smelling shit air flew into your nose as the guard wiped his ass up and down, spreading the little shit on his large hairy anus all over your face, making your torture even worse, if that was even possible at this point.

The two dogs once again double over laughing, wheezing as you huddle in the corner gagging and trying to wipe the shit off your face

"Oh, we're here!" excitedly proclaimed the Chihuahua "I think you're ready to learn what your new job is going to be!"

"You're going to be a:"

You have the following choices:

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1. Toilet!

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2. Chair!

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