Story: Dog Beach

“Excuse me, ma’am,” said a male voice, and Veronika turned to see who had spoken.

They looked out of place on the isolated sandy beach, silhouetted against the late afternoon sun – two police, in full uniform, a man and a woman.  It was the man who had spoken.  She hadn’t heard them approach over the sound of the waves.

“Yes?” asked Veronika.   “What can I do for you, officer?”   

“We’re just wondering what you’re doing here, ma’am,” said the officer.  A nametag on his uniform suggested his surname was Fuller.  He was tall, and well-built, and Veronika wondered briefly if he was single.

“I’m going for a walk,” she said, confused.  “Just getting some exercise.”

The female officer – her nametag said “Noonan”, and she was pretty, in a severe dykey kind of way – cleared her throat.  “Ma’am, did you see the sign up at the car park that said ‘dog beach’?”

Veronika frowned.  “Yes,” she said.  “But I’m not bothered by dogs.  Anyway, there’s no one else here.”

It was true.  The beach was empty except for her and the police.

“It’s a beach for dogs,” said the man – Officer Fuller.  “So what I want to know is, what are *you* doing here?”

“But I thought…” said Veronika, worried now.  “I thought it was for people *and* dogs.  Like, dogs are allowed, but…”

“Did you see a picture of a human on the sign?” asked Officer Fuller.

“No,” Veronika admitted.   “Only a dog.  But if people aren’t allowed, then how…”

“Ma’am, did you come here in the hope of having sexual relations with an animal?” asked the woman – Officer Noonan – bluntly.  

Veronika flushed.  “No!” she protested.  “No!  I would never!”

“We get a lot of perverts coming down here,” said Officer Fuller.  “It’s a very serious crime to come here.  I’m inclined to cuff you and bring you back to the station, and charge you with trespass and attempted sexual molestation of a canine.”

 “Who’s your employer?” said the woman, Noonan.  “We should call them and see if you’ve ever previously shown a sexual interest in dogs.  And your family.”

Veronika was frantic.   “Please!” she begged.  “Please, no!  It was a mistake!  I’ll leave!   Please!”

Fuller ignored her.  He had his notebook out and was writing in it.

Noonan, however, looked thoughtful.  “You know,” she said, “the lady might *be* a dog.”

“What do you mean?” said Fuller.

“Well, people these days, they identify as all sorts of things,” said Noonan.  “And our sensitivity directives say we aren’t to second-guess people on this.   Maybe she thinks she’s a dog born in a woman’s body.”

Fuller considered.  “Well, then she wouldn’t be committing any crime, I suppose.”

Veronika seized on this.   “Yes!” she cried.  “Yes!  That’s it.   I’m a dog, really.  Woof!  Woof!  Please.  I’m sorry.”

Fuller looked doubtful.   “Dogs don’t wear clothes,” he said.

Veronika paused.  This situation was ludicrous.  But there were two cops, and just one of her.  If they were serious about calling her boss and her family, her reputation would be destroyed well before any lawyer could make this go away.  She tried to picture her mother having to answer questions about whether Veronika had ever wanted to fuck a dog, and her mind quailed in shame and terror.  It was unthinkable.

So she hurriedly began pulling off her clothes.  Blushing bright red, she pulled off her tight white tank top, her exercise shorts, and then her sports bra and panties, until she was completely nude in front of the two officers.

She blushed even brighter as their eyes travelled over her enhanced plastic tits and her shaved pussy.  She had been proud of both those pieces of grooming, thinking they made her attractive and sexy, but under the eyes of the cops she felt like a whorish slut.

They were silent, so Veronika again said, “Woof!”, hopefully.

“Dogs don’t stand up, either,” said Noonan.  Veronika quickly got down on all fours in the sand.  The position emphasised her ass and pussy, and she felt so embarrassed that she thought her face must be radiating heat.

Noonan looked at her doubtfully.  “I don’t know,” she said.

“She doesn’t have a tail,” said Fuller.  He looked at Veronika.  “Would you like a tail, doggy?” he asked.

Veronika did *not* want a tail, but she was also desperate to convince these police to let her go.  “Yes,” she said, dubiously, and then, “Woof!”

Fuller nodded, as if this was what he was expecting.  “Hold her,” he told Noonan.  Officer Noonan stepped around to the front of Veronika, and grabbed Veronika’s hair with one hand, and put the other on her shoulder, holding her in a kneeling position.  

Meanwhile, Fuller walked to behind Veronika.  She heard a sound, and then jumped, as something wet landed between her butt cheeks.  It was spit!  Fuller had just spat on her anus!  She tried to buck, to stand up, horrified at the thought of his saliva leaking into her bowels, but Noonan held her down.

Then she shrieked.  Fuller was pushing something into her asshole!  It was his nightstick!  He was pushing his police melee weapon into her butt!

Noonan put a hand over her mouth to gag her, as Fuller worked his service baton into her anus.  Veronika silently felt grateful that her last boyfriend had had such a fetish for fucking her ass.  She had never enjoyed it, but it had apparently been good training for being violated with a cop’s nightstick.

Fuller worked six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven inches into her anus, and just when she thought he would actually damage her, he stopped and released the weapon.  The stick protruded awkwardly from her butthole, heavy and uncomfortable, but far enough in that her muscles couldn’t automatically push it out.

“There,” said Fuller.   “Now she has a tail.”

Veronika just whimpered.

“Very pretty,” said Noonan.   “I should take evidence that she truly is a dog.”  She took out her phone and pointed it at Veronika, and the red light that blinked on indicated she was filming the naked, crawling woman.  “Woof for me, doggy,” she said.

“Woof,” said Veronika miserably.

“Let’s see if she fetches,” said Noonan.  She took a step back, and picked up a piece of washed driftwood from the beach.  “Here, doggy bitch!” she said.  “Who wants a stick?”

Veronika whimpered again.

Noonan pulled back her arm, and threw the stick hard down the beach.  “Fetch!”  she said.   And they both looked at her.

Veronika knew what she had to do.  She turned awkwardly, the nightstick wiggling back and forth from her ass, and began to crawl as quickly as she could down the beach, with Noonan filming her all the way.   When she got to the stick, she picked it up in her mouth and brought it back to the police.

“Good bitch,” said Fuller, and ruffled her hair.  “Okay.   We’re going to let you off with a caution, okay?”

Veronika’s frown turned into a smile.  This ordeal was going to be over.

“BUT,” continued Fuller, “we can only do that if you accept responsibility for your crime.  Otherwise it needs to go to court.”

Veronika looked puzzled.   “Woof?” she said.

“That means you have to face the camera, and say your name and address,” said Noonan, “and confess the real reason why you were here.”

Veronika’s heart sank.   She knew what they meant.  She looked from one officer to the other, hoping for mercy.

She saw none.  In fact, Fuller was beginning to get out his handcuffs.

“Woof,” she said.  “I mean, okay.”

“Good bitch,” said Noonan, and pointed the camera at her, being sure to capture both her bare tits, her posture on all fours, and the fact that she had a nightstick stuck in her anus.

“My name is Veronika,” said Veronika slowly and miserably, and then gave her surname and address.  “And I came to this beach because I wanted to fuck a dog.”

“Good girl,” said Fuller.   “You deserve a reward.”

“She does,” said Noonan.   “Dogs like bones, don’t they?”

“I have a bone,” said Fuller, and undid his pants and took out his erect cock.  “Come enjoy your treat, doggy.”

Veronika was horrified.   “But you said I could go!”

“You can after you’ve had your treats,” said Fuller.  “On the other hand, if you’re not grateful, we can go and process this evidence.  We might show it to the media – they’re always interested in a good story about a pervert.”

Veronika felt herself start to cry, as she crawled forward, the stick still stuck in her ass, and took the cop’s cock into her mouth and began to suck.

“There’s a good bitch,” said Fuller.  He looked at his colleague.  “You know, I hear dogs like to lick people that they’re fond of as well.”

“I’ve heard that too,” said Noonan, already removing her uniform skirt and pulling down her panties.  “You can do me when you’re done with him, bitch.”

“I’m worried that she’s just pretending to be a dog to get out of this situation,” said Fuller, fucking Veronika’s mouth.

“I’m sure she’s not,” said Noonan.  “After all, we’re going to knock at her front door randomly, and if we ever find her answering it other than nude and on all fours, we’ll make that video public.”

“Yes,” said Fuller.  “And we’re going to call her phone, and if she ever answers it with anything other than ‘Woof’, she’ll be in trouble then too.”

“And we’re going to come down here on Wednesdays at noon, I think,” said Noonan.  “And we’ll expect to see her already here, nude and on all fours.”

“Absolutely,” said Fuller, grunting and ejaculating into Veronika’s mouth.  “I worry about her, you know,” he continued, as he grabbed Veronika’s hair and dragged her over towards Noonan’s now-exposed pussy.  He pushed her face into Noonan’s groin, and Veronika obediently started to lick the wet cunt-meat in front of her.  

“Why is that?” asked Noonan, sighing at the pleasure of Veronika’s tongue.

“Because you know how this beach is,” said Fuller.  “There’s always perverts coming down here, looking to fuck a dog…”

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