Cruella De Vil

It was a little past midnight when the truck rolled up to the shack. Neither the vehicle nor the building was in very good shape - both was essentially a collection of walls built to hold a minimal amount of stuff with the minimum effort put into construction. But they worked. The truck stopped and a figure stepped down from the driver's side seat, a slightly bony feminine figure. A flashlight flicked on and the figure made its way to the shack, grumbling to itself.

"Rescue their puppies, will they? Deny me my fur coat? Fine then. I'll make my own damn puppies. Get the puppies while the parents are away with the owners, get them to knock me up, bring the dogs back, nobody will even know they were gone and I've got myself a nice coat in nine months." She opened the door to the shack and glances around. A table, a lantern, a bed... this'll do.

She stalked back to the truck to fetch the dogs.

~ 1 ~
Cruella scowled as the dog sniffed at her pussy, resenting the whole damn situation. "Just get on with it, will you, mutt? I don't have all d—yipe!" She jumped in surprise as the dalmatian's tongue runs over her folds, turning around to glare at the dog. "Fuck it, don't lick it! It's bad enough having to strip for you at all without you mocking me..." The dog paid her no mind, though, and continued to drag his tongue through her folds, lapping up her juices as they started to flow. Cruella bit her lip, aroused despite herself as the dog began pushing his tongue into her more eagerly. She refused to be bested by a dog, though, and so she grit her teeth and steeled herself against the pleasure until he tired of her taste and hesitantly jumped up to put his paws on her back. She shuddered in disgust at the feeling but shook her head, holding still, letting him thrust experimentally at the air as he tried to find her folds. After a few moments she growled in exasperation and reached back to guide him into herself, and she gasped as her hand touched his shaft. It was bigger than she'd been expecting, and so hot to the touch... she shook her head to clear it and lined him up with herself. He took his cue almost instantly and leaped forward, burying his cock deep into her cunt. Cruella cried out at the sudden penetration, eyes widening, and she grunted as he slammed into her hips. "Fuck! Stupid pooch! Be gentle with me!" 

~ 7 ~
"Fuck, hold on..." Cruella panted and pulled her knees against her chest, holding out a hand against the dog eagerly bouncing at her. "Let me recover... no, down!" She growled as the dog slipped around her hand and tried to mount her as she rolled onto her side. "Bad dog! Hnng..." She closed her eyes and groaned as she held her stomach. The dogs came a damn lot more than she'd been expecting and she was already starting to feel pretty full. As she felt the sticky fluid starting to leak out of herself, though, she sighed and clenched up, rolling onto her back. She had to keep the cum inside or this would never work. She opened her eyes again as the dog mounted her again, rolling her eyes and pushing it away. "Fine, you dumb dog, you can have your turn. Let me roll over again - fuck! Down!" She managed to fend the dog off for long enough to get back onto her hands and knees, raising her ass into the air to let the cum flow down into her womb. "These puppies better have some damn fine fur.. "

~ 23 ~
Cruella moaned and panted as another dalmatian mounted her, gasping in pleasure as its tapered shaft slipped into her loose, used folds. By now her arms had given out and she was slumped forward on the bed, her head on her arms, her ass lifted a few inches into the air. She inhaled sharply as the dog hit a particularly tender spot, the air hissing through her teeth, and she grit her teeth as her fingers dug into the sweat-soaked sheets.  "Think of the coat," she mumbled to herself. "Think of the coat, Cruella... Oh, god, please cum quickly!" She moaned and arched her back as the dog behind her pounded her sore and aching pussy, its nails adding to the collection of scratches and scrapes decorating her back and shoulders. Gritting her teeth again, she buried her face in the sheets, her nose wrinkling at the smell of sweat and sex. She could feel another orgasm building as the hot shaft inside her throbbed, and she groaned helplessly as she realized there was nothing she could do about it. She was too exhausted to try to hold back.
 The dalmatian's knot was only just beginning to swell when Cruella came, her pussy gushing fluids and her body tensing. As it tapered off, she panted and collapsed onto the bed again, and the dog came, making her jump in surprise as its hot cum spattered against the walls of her sensitive pussy. She groaned and turned to look over her shoulder as she felt him settle his knot into her. "No, not the knot, please don't... oh, fuck..." She closed her eyes as the knot locked into her reddened pussy, sighing. If she hadn't been recovering from her climax, she could have pushed him out before he knotted, but now she was going to have to pull him out knot and all... these dogs were beginning to be more trouble than they were worth.  Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, wincing as she felt the sheer amount of cum sloshing around in her womb. "Get out of there, mutt," she muttered, bracing herself against the bed with one hand and pushing at the dalmatian with the other. He whined, squirming away from her hand at first, and then he turned around, twisting his knot inside her pussy. She winced at the friction on her nearly raw folds, but she gritted her teeth and got her hand planted against the dog again. With a shove and a cry of pain, his knot popped out and he jumped off the bed reproachfully.
Before Cruella even had time to catch her breath, the next dog had jumped up to take its place, putting its paws on her back and humping the air eagerly as its cock bobbed beneath it. She groaned and dropped her face into the bed again, pushing her rear towards him. "All right, get it over with..."

~ 58 ~
Cruella whimpered as she felt another dog jump up onto the bed. This one slipped its cock into her easily, her folds too battered and loose to offer any resistance, although the dog didn't seem to mind. It started thrusting and Cruella grunted limply. She was slumped over her stomach onto the bed, her face smushed into the sheets; her arms and legs had given out long ago after more orgasms than she could count and she was only held up by the bloated, cum-filled water bed that was her belly. The dogs enjoyed that, since it left her ass at a convenient height to breed, and at this point Cruella was too out of it to care. She winced as the dog came, her stomach groaning under the pressure, but she wasn't struggling anymore. Not that there was any point. The dog's knot swelled up in her folds, but she was stretched out enough that it slipped right out again, whining as it slunk off to make room for the next one.

Dimly, Cruella realized she had another climax building. She wasn't even bothering to keep track of them, since just counting the dogs was taking up so much of her remaining willpower, but she was pretty sure they were getting closer together. She gave a token squirm beneath the dog to try to pull her face away from the sheets - one eye was screwed shut as it rested in a puddle of cum and drool under her cheek - but she couldn't really move. She just groaned as the dog filled her with cum and pulled out. As its knot dragged against her pussy on its way out, she shuddered and came, her fluids mixing with the stream of cum that poured out of her gaping folds.

~ 90 ~
Eighty... eighty-nine? No, ninety. Ninety! She was almost done with this wretched business! The realization stirred Cruella back to her senses, and she gathered her arms beneath herself in an attempt to rise to her hands and knees. There was a dog fucking her, of course, but she barely noticed anymore. Grunting, she slid her aching legs beneath herself.

Or at least, she tried to. As it turned out, her stomach was too full of cum for her arms or legs to reach the bed. Well, that was perfect. She took note vaguely as the dog came in her and pulled out - that made ninety-one - and leaned forward again to get some purchase on the bedsheets. Her breasts were pinned in front of her by her weight now, following under her chin... it was pretty comfy, actually. She settled down to wait out the last few dogs, biting her lip as another climax built in her loins.

~ 101 ~
Number one hundred... Cruella grit her teeth as the dog pushed himself into her and started rutting. The last couple of dogs had had a hard time getting off - Cruella had finally gotten too lose to be enjoyable without some assistance. Still, she was on her second-to-last dog, and the thought of finally being done with the beasts gave her new life, so she clenched her aching pussy down on the dog's cock as best she could. Evidently it worked, since the dog barked in pleasure and redoubled its efforts. Cruella panted, her stomach sloshing obscenely with gallons of canine seed, her toes curling as the dog fucked her harder. Her folds slipped past its knot, and as she squeezed down again, the dog came, spurting cum into her womb. Cruella groaned and relaxed to let the dog slip out, eyeing the one behind it.

"Come on, you mangy fleabag... You're my last one, come fuck me." The dog apparently needed no further encouragement, jumping up to mount her and pushing his shaft deep into her cunt. She inhaled sharply, a lick of pleasure running through her. Well, she might as well get off one last time... She struggled for purchase against the bed as she tightened herself on his cock, closing her eyes. Her hands brushed against her breasts as he thrust into her and she gasped again - that's right, she used to play with her nipples when
 she was enjoying herself. She'd almost forgotten the finer points of sex. The dog started to twitch and she groaned, relaxing her pussy slightly, pinching and tugging at her nipples. "No, no... don't cum yet, you stupid mutt, let me get off..." She gasped as he slammed into her again, pushing her face into the sheets and making her swollen stomach away.

Wait... Cruella's eyes widened as a thought struck her, even as her climax approached. She hadn't been able to get ahold of the dog's parents...

"No!" She let out a hoarse yell, tensing under the dog fucking her pussy and struggling to stand. No, no, no! This was the hundred and first dog - but she'd only brought ninety-nine! They'd started over again! She screamed in frustration and pleasure as she finally came, the dog inside her whining as it filled her even fuller with cum before pulling out and making way for the next. As another thick, tapered shaft pushed it's way into her, Cruella buried her face in the sheets, biting into a pillow. To her horror, she could feel another climax already building, drawing a helpless moan from her lips...

There was no telling how long this would last.

~ 106 ~
Cruella panted as yet another dog mounted her, struggling to reach the headboard. If she could reach it, maybe she could pull herself out from under the dog... Her fingers closed around a beam and she pulled. There was a brief moment if excitement before the headboard simply snapped under the strain, dumping Cruella back onto the bed, her ass angled higher than ever. 

As if to add insult to injury, she came again as the dog added his load to the cum inside her.

~ 115? 116? ~
Cruella moaned as another dog came into her pussy, shuddering as she felt another climax roll through her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she clenched down on his cock, milking him for his cum and prolonging her orgasm a few more seconds. The dog managed to pull out eventually, and Cruella's tongue lolled out of her mouth as the next one pushed into her. "Oh, god..."

~ 130-something ~
"Come on... nearly there..." Cruella growled and squirmed beneath the dog. "Ah... oh, oh..  yes, yes, ahh!" She tensed up as she came again, toes curling with pleasure, stomach creaking from the volume of cum inside. "More!"

~ ??? ~
The sun had long ago gone down. The shack was lit by a dim lantern on a table, flickering shadows dancing across the room, illuminating the swollen, sloshing form of Cruella De Vil, writhing atop her bloated stomach as a tired-looking dog rutted deep into her cunt. "Is that the best you've - oh - got?" She screamed. Her voice had given out a few hours ago, but she'd got it back. "Come on, fuck me like you mean it, you spotted bastard! You can - fuck - knock me up fuller than this! Fill - ahh - fill me with - with your - ohhh fuck!" She screamed in ecstasy as she came yet again, juices splattering against the dight, who whined and came into her sipping folds. She panted and moaned and clutched the sheets as he pulled out of her, sagging simply, and curled up at the foot of the bed. The room was littered with sleeping dogs, most of which were covered in Cruella's fluids, sweat, and their own cum. "Come on," the woman panted. "Nobody... wants to have... another round?" She moans as she shifts on her belly, a spurt of cum leaking from her gaping pussy, trying to reach back to finger herself. "Issat it?" she slurred. "All done? All... hah, ahh, I did it... I did 'em all... I did it."

~ Epilogue ~
Roger jumped as a door banged open, a cloud of sheer music fluttering around him as he dropped it. "Hello?" he called out. "Anita, darling, is that you?"

"Come out and greet me, Roger!" The voice was like nails on a chalkboard, all too familiar. Oh, god it was her.

"Cruella?" Roger stood up and took a step towards the door. "Is that you?"

Before he could take another step, the door to his study slammed open and a flash of lightning (for dramatic effect) illuminated a figure in the doorway. Roger's jaw dropped.

"Cruella, what - what did you do?"

Cruella smirked and glances down at herself, running her hands over her body. She was covered head to toe in a thick, almost tar-like layer of cum, some if it fresh, some if it stale. It dripped down her legs, off of her nipples, from her sipping hair, pooling beneath her on the carpet. That wasn't the worst, though, not by far - her stomach was almost grotesquely distended, clearly bloated with an impossibly massive pregnancy. Something kicked and rolled inside the round, heavy dome as Roger watched, causing Cruella to shiver and moan in pleasure, running a hand along the immense curve of her midriff. As if to top it all off, the woman's pussy bulged lewdly from between her legs, gaping open obscenely wide, the lips stretched and swollen from constant, rough use.

"I told you I'd get myself a coat out of those mutts of yours, Roger," the woman purred. She ran a finger through the cum coating her milk-swollen breasts and sucked it luxuriously from her finger. "And I did... and so, so much more." She winked at him and slipped a hand between her legs, although she had some trouble reaching around her belly. Her fingers made wet squelching noises as they slid between her folds unhindered. "I did warn you, you know," she murmured, leaning in and grinning triumphantly. "Never cross Cruella De Vil."

With that, she turned on her heel and strode out of the house, her belly swaying heavily with her wide steps.t