Chapter 1: Locked In
The kennel was eerily quiet as eighteen-year-old Riley locked the front gate behind the last customer of the day. Her DD breasts strained against the tight fabric of her work shirt, a constant reminder of the stares she got from every guy who dropped off their mutts. But Riley wasn’t some wilting flower; she was tough, sharp-tongued, and didn’t take shit from anyone—human or canine. She ran this place like a queen, even if it smelled like wet fur and desperation.
“Alright, you mangy bastards, time to settle down,” she muttered, striding past the rows of cages. Her boots echoed on the concrete floor as the dogs barked and whined, their eyes glinting in the dim light. She was the last one here tonight, and she liked it that way—no one to boss her around, no one to ogle her curves. Just her and the beasts.
She was checking the locks on the larger enclosures when disaster struck. A heavy steel door slammed shut behind her with a deafening clang. “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she hissed, spinning around to find herself trapped in a cage with three massive male dogs—a German Shepherd, a Rottweiler, and a hulking Mastiff. Their eyes locked on her, predatory and unblinking. She rattled the bars, but the lock wouldn’t budge. “Great. Just fucking great. I’m a goddamn snack now, aren’t I?”
The dogs didn’t bark. They just stared, noses twitching as they caught her scent. Riley rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “What, you gonna drool all over me? I’m not your damn chew toy, so back off.” But they didn’t. The Shepherd took a step closer, his growl low and rumbling, and Riley felt a prickle of unease. “Hey, mutt, I’m the boss here. You don’t get to intimidate me.”
An hour dragged by, and the tension in the cage was thicker than the summer heat. Riley’s bladder was screaming for relief. “Fuck it,” she muttered, glancing at the dogs. “You pervs better not watch.” She squatted in the corner, hiking up her skirt just enough to do her business. The warm stream hit the concrete, and she sighed in relief—until she noticed the dogs. Their noses flared, eyes darkening with something primal. The Rottweiler let out a low, hungry whine, and Riley’s stomach dropped.
“Seriously? You’re getting off on this? You’re disgusting,” she snapped, standing up and adjusting her skirt. But the Mastiff was already moving, his massive body crowding her against the bars. His hot breath hit her neck, and she shoved at him, her voice sharp. “Back the hell off, Fido. I’m not your bitch.”
But the way they looked at her said otherwise. The Shepherd’s tongue lolled out, dripping with intent, and Riley felt a dangerous heat coil in her core despite herself. “Oh, hell no. You’re not dragging me into some freaky doggy fantasy,” she spat, but her voice wavered as the Rottweiler nudged her thigh, his snout pressing against her. Her breath hitched. “You’re gonna regret this, you horny mutts. I don’t play nice.”
The cage seemed to shrink around her as the dogs closed in, their instincts raw and unyielding. Riley’s heart pounded, her body caught between defiance and a dark, forbidden curiosity. She wasn’t about to roll over like some submissive pup—but as the Mastiff’s hard, insistent presence pressed against her, she knew this night was about to get a whole lot messier.
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