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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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Filename: islandof.txt
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story_codes: Dogs/g(3-4), FF/g, bestiality, preg, lac, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: A descendant of an infamous scientist still carries on the family's work. But if one is violating the laws of nature, one should have some fun. So she adopts a little girl and conditions her for a new cross-breeding experiment with a pack of dogs.


story_language: English









Island of Dr. Monroe: Destiny Perverted

Written by madvlad


	The acquisition was ridiculously simple. The girl met the criteria of Dr. Ellen Monroe, both from a biological and aesthetic standpoint. Following in her grandfather's footsteps, Ellen had established her own identity and reputation in the field of bioengineering by the time she was in her mid-thirties. And, like the first Doctor Monroe (a name that was anglicized from its original French after her grandfather needed to distance himself from previous 'complications'), she had begun her own research off-the-record at the family's rambling old island estate.

	Perhaps some of her findings could be later sanitized and used in the more open, mainstream fields. But even if not, the research would provide its own salacious benefits for her and the exclusive guests who sometimes came visit. Between her inherited fortune and the royalties from so-called legitimate patents she had created, she lacked the need to do anything for money.

	The child was two when Ellen's agent (Ellen would never deal directly with these people) found her and arranged the purchase. Her mother was sixteen which meant that she had been fully sexually active at least since she was thirteen (later background checks would lower that estimate to ten). The mother was the oldest of seven children - all from different fathers - and now had added another mouth and welfare payment to the subsidized house.

	Although she was unaware of any focused ire amid the constant, the little girl was a source of anger from her thirty-three year-old grandmother whose forty year-old boyfriend at the time (and father of a little boy born a few months before the girl) had knocked up her eldest daughter. This made girl in question both half-sister and niece to the boy and a constant reminder to the grandmother of how she lost one of her men to her slut of a daughter before he skipped out on the whole paternal mess.

	Despite her appearance - grubby and clad in only a sagging diaper, the child showed a spark of intelligence in her brown eyes and had been quite sociable when she toddled up to the agent at the housing project's playground. Conversations with the mother and grandmother ensued and for the mere price of ten thousand dollars in cash, the blonde little girl was removed from the family.

	The agent, Kris, was Ellen's long-time assistant in all manners of things. She had bemusedly recounted how the mother and grandmother argued over the split of money as the grandmother demanded a larger share since her granddaughter lived under her taxpayer-funded roof while all her daughter had done was open her legs.

	"Which is about the only work that 'Grandma' has ever done with any regularity," Kris reported bemusedly.

	"And will they report the child as having been sent to live with relatives out of state as we suggested?" asked Ellen.

	"Doubtful. They'll probably keep claiming her to get the money from the state. But since there's no trace of us, that will be their problem if anyone finds out."

	At that moment, the little girl toddled into the room, freshly bathed and diapered by a servant. She was wearing a simple yellow sundress and seemed quite proud of it and showed it off to the two nice ladies.

	"Good heavens," Ellen laughed. "I always referred to the girl as "it" or "her" since we didn't have a confirmed sale. What is her name?"

	"It's something you may want to consider altering," Kris suggested as the tot climbed into her lap. Once she was on top of Kris' leg, the girl rolled and made her sundress lift to expose her diaper-clad bottom. "Her name is Destiny with an 'e' on the end."

	"As in 'Destinee' with two e's?"

	"No, with three. Her mother thought it made her name exotic."

	"Ohhh," Ellen responded, massaging her brow. "We'll just do Destiny with a 'y'."

	"I'm Dessie," the little girl announced.

	"Pleased to meet you," Ellen replied, taking the girl who was, for all intents and purposes, now her daughter in her arms.

	As Ellen regarded the trusting tyke, she thought briefly of the future that Destiny would avoid - the grime, the physical abuse, and the cycle of the family business of welfare collection. Like her mother, Destiny would have likely become pregnant in her teens.

	If Ellen's work panned out, Destiny would become pregnant far earlier than that.

	There were all kinds of animals on the island, including special ones that Destiny's mommy and great-grandfather had made. Destiny was delighted with them all but her favorites were the dogs. These were mostly ordinary animals although Ellen had been tapping their brains to increase their need for breeding.

	While her tests were progressing, Destiny enjoyed visiting the mutts - her "doggies" and scampering about with them. Once she was toilet trained (a rapid accomplishment once she had been removed from her biological family), Ellen and Kris encouraged her to play in the nude with her four-legged friends. Destiny thought this was great fun and became adept at mimicking doggy noises while they frolicked with her and sniffed with increasing intent at the hairless swell between her legs.

	Shortly after Destiny turned three, her mother started giving her special shots that she was told would make her doggy pals even more playful. One afternoon, Ellen found her walking with her hand inside the crotch of her Little Mermaid panties.

	"My pee-pee is itchy," the preschooler stated as she continued massaging her puffy snatch.

	"Do you want Mommy to kiss it and make it feel good?" Ellen offered.

	Destiny thought this was a fine idea and with no hint of shyness pushed her Disney undies off and presented her bald cunny to her mother. Ellen laid the toddler on the floor and gave the pudgy mons a slow lick that made her daughter coo and wriggle her tiny toes. Tasting the mildness of Destiny's juices, Ellen was thrilled that her medication was working. In celebration, she munched on the three year-old's twat until Destiny screeched with her first orgasm.

	From then on, the little girl knew that her mother or "Aunt Kris" was ready to help with her itchy problem in the most delightful way. Better yet, it happened more frequently so Destiny was having her toddler pussy regularly eaten by a woman until those wonderful things happened between her legs.

	As far as the servants were concerned, Ellen had no worries. They were all from generations of lines who had served the family with fierce devotion.

	The dogs, too, noticed the changes in their little human playmate and several times Ellen had found a mutt hunching her giggling daughter's leg while several more were growling at each other as they sniffed the  blonde puppy's chubby vulva. Ellen sighed with pride - she had put the preschooler in heat.

	The next morning, Ellen and Kris brought a happy and naked Destiny to the yard where her friends were roaming free of their kennels. The dogs yipped and nuzzled Destiny before they were shoed away and put on leashes so Destiny could show them the new trick she had been taught last night.

	"Destiny, present!" Ellen ordered.

	Grinning proudly, Destiny got to her hands and knees and curved her back to put her bouncy little rump higher in the air. The night before, she could expect a reward in the form of her mother's or Aunt Kris' tongue slithering over her snatch. But now the dogs were anxiously pawing at the ground as they sniffed at Destiny's female scent from her already moist sex.

	Ellen scanned the eager dogs and settled on a black and brown one of various lineages. From the times she had spent with her grandfather when she was around Destiny's age, she had a fondness for hybrids. Nodding to a servant, she indicated the dog, Howie, and he was promptly released from his leash.

	When Howie mounted her from behind, Destiny giggled and started to move so she could play with him. But Ellen told her to hold her position and present.

	"But Howie wants to play," the girl whined.

	"And he will," Ellen affirmed as she knelt by her side to assist at the overly excited dog.

	"He'll teach you a new way to play," added Kris.

	Howie's penis was already extending from its pouch when Ellen gently took it and guided it to the miniature slit of her daughter's hairless twat. Growling at the contact, the hound eagerly pushed forward and lanced into the preschooler's virgin cunt.  Destiny began to cry from the sharp pain of her torn cherry and Ellen held her in place, hushing her in a calming manner so that the little girl wouldn't jolt and break the carnal interlock with the animal.

	"Howie hurt my pee-pee!" Destiny sobbed.

	Ellen peeked so see the toddler's plump snatch bulging wide open from the doggy dick that was sliding between the bald lips. A few beads of hymenal blood were oozing from the ruptured quim but that was all. Placing her hand on Destiny's vulva, she massaged it, using a fingertip to knead the agitated clitty while she could feel the movement of cock beneath the soft flesh.

	"Howie's going to make it all better," Ellen told her daughter.

	"Uhh," Destiny replied as her eyes took on a glassy cast.

	"I told you," Ellen chuckled.

	As he furiously copulated with the three year-old, Howie's tongue lolled from the side of his open jaws. His dick became engorged, further stretching the preschooler's twat tube as he continued pounding into her juicy snugness. When his knot swelled at the base of his penis, it batted against the tyke's smooth labia with every thrust.

	Whining, Destiny had her tender pussy lewdly churned by the beast's ravaging cock. Her tiny cuntlet was flowing with fluids that leaked through the straining seal between the canine prick and her clutching portal. With the flow increasing with mushy noises, the red streaks from her defloration lightened as her kiddy nectar covered more of her crotch and the sturdy little thighs that were helping to support the weight of the animal rutting inside of her.

	With her cunny thoroughly pummeled, the little girl came with a long, keening exclamation. The quivering in her snatch aided the dog's reaction and the three year-old's eyes widened as she felt the hot load of dog semen flooding her tiny interior. Sated, Howie dismounted and Ellen and Kris could see the thick gobs of jism draining from the child's lewdly used cunt.

	"You're such a good girl!" Kris exclaimed. "You made Howie cum inside you."

	"Silly doggy!" Destiny laughed as she squirmed at the sensation of the hot goo squishing inside her cunny. "You cummed in my pee-pee!"

	Howie happily barked and Ellen signaled for another dog to be released so her little girl could continue to service the entire pack.

	For the next eight months, Ellen regulated Destiny's hormones to put the little girl in heat on a regular basis so she could get gang-fucked by the assorted mongrels. Her age kept her pussy tiny and resilient after being stretched by so many dog cocks. Often, Destiny wanted to stay in the kennel area, going about on all fours like a doggy while animal dick slime kept oozing from her hairless quim.

	A month before she turned four, she wanted to have a "sleepover" and stay overnight with her pals. The next morning, Ellen and Kris arrived to find Destiny out of her pink Cinderella sleeping bag and in her favorite position while a shaggy gray mutt was slapping his meat inside her petite little cunt.

	On her fourth birthday, Destiny received an unexpected present although it was one that Ellen had been eagerly awaiting. It was Howie, her first and favorite canine lover, who had just planted his red dick into the child's snug honey pot. Humping his little human bitch, he had crammed his entire length in her just as his knot started to swell. Trapped inside Destiny's nether lips, the knot was finally able to serve its intended purpose and lock the prick inside the female.

	"Mommy, Howie's really big in my pee-pee," Destiny squeaked.

	When Ellen saw the little girl's smooth snatch was containing the knot, she inhaled sharply. She was concerned that there might be too much pain for Destiny if Howie rotated to turn around in a defensive position as his ancestors did in the wild. But he dog stayed mounted atop the girl, thrusting his dick into the impaled preschooler in very small movements since he had her twat so heavily stuffed.

	After the dog came, it took several minutes before his knot deflated and he was released. Both Ellen and Kris were turned on by the fact that the mutt's sperm remained trapped in the child's reproductive organs all that time.

	Now Destiny's hormone regimen increased to make her body amenable to another process. Ellen would have preferred to make the tot ovulate but there were too many issues she had yet to resolve before taking the next step from her grandfather's groundbreaking work. A week after her birthday, Destiny was in desperate heat and anxiously wanted to get mounted but Ellen insisted on one bit of preparation.

	Destiny was a good girl and sat still in the exam chair with her feet in stirrups while her mother slid a tube through the speculum that had the child open to her cervix. Kris helped keep her still as the micro-thin tube was threaded through her cervix. Depressing the plunger on the end, Ellen planted canine eggs in her daughter's uterus.

	"That's my girl," she announced happily. "Now let's take you to playtime."

	Once inside the dogs' area, Destiny immediately presented her smooth and cuddly little body for bestial mating. Howie was the first upon her - and in her as he sank his meat into the tight and juicy cuntlet just enough to knot her. With her tender fuck hole plugged, Destiny grunted and whined.

	It was harder to cum without the dick fully sliding in and out of her and she would have to wait for another partner to give her an orgasm. Still, it was immensely satisfying to be stuffed like this despite the discomfort of the knot. Howie's hind paws skittered on the floor as he tried what minimal humping he could do until he pumped his seed into the four year-old's body.

	Ellen licked her lips as the dog came. She imagined Destiny's womb, ripened with viable canine eggs, getting flooded with potent animal seed. As always, Destiny took on all eight dogs, getting knotted by two more while the others hammered at her slick, tiny socket and gave her some lovely climaxes before they spewed inside her.

	With her baby-maker full of mixed doggy sperm, the preschooler made an adorable slut. Staying in heat, she remained in the kennel area for a solid day so every animal could mate inside her snuggly little pussy until they were all sated.

	Three days later, the tests came back positive and Ellen was ecstatic. Her little girl was pregnant a year before she could start kindergarten.

	At first, Destiny didn't understand why her tummy was getting big. But when the tot learned that she was going to be a mommy, she delighted told Howie and the others. Feeling quite grown up, she explained to her class why cumming in her pee-pee made puppies while her pupils thumped their tails. Afterward, it was recess time and the four year-old's slightly bulging belly jiggled the mating process was repeated over and over until her hairless cunt was frothing with canine jism.

	What pleased the girl less was when she was told she'd have to abstain from sex with her best friends until after her puppies were born. Ultrasound scans showed that there were two pups growing in utero which Ellen calculated that her daughter could carry to term. When asked who the father was, Destiny couldn't name any one and politely explained it could have been any one or two of eight partners. Kris whispered to Ellen that the girl's biological grandmother probably could have admitted the same for several of her children.

	Following instinct, the dogs knew they couldn't mate with the little girl but were happy to cuddle with her when she waddled in with her growing tummy and, in the last two weeks of pregnancy, a cute pair of miniature breasts. Ellen imagined her grandfather's delight in having a prepubescent girl able to carry another species' offspring. In time, if Ellen's progress continued in the laboratory, Destiny might one day be pregnant with a human-canine brood.

	Reacting to the grossly premature pregnancy, Destiny's little body adapted for the birth. It went surprisingly smoothly as the puppies were very tiny. In the following days, Ellen's exams showed that Destiny's cunny had contracted to normal size. But her tiny mammaries remained for a few weeks while the pups nursed at their little mommy's milk-bulged teats. In time, Destiny's childish body had completely reset to its norm and her furry young babies were eating solid food as they grew.

	The one mystery was which one of two of the dogs had supplied the seed to fertilize the two eggs that became viable. Ellen could have determined this with DNA testing but preferred to let her daughter and her pups play with all of their daddies.

	While Ellen stopped giving Destiny hormone treatments out of caution for causing complications later, Destiny still knew what she liked. And her mother had no issue with her going naked into the kennel room and presenting her bald little cuntlet for more canine fun.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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