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Chapter Eleven: A Bitch to Be

Eva didn’t like it. Nope, not one bit.

First, the obstinate girl had a type-A personality – to the extreme. She took shit from no one, and was no one’s bitch. But at this particular moment in time… she didn’t kid herself. That was exactly what she was about to be, in every meaning of the word.

Dogs. Fucking dogs! What more was there to say? Before, she’d caused so much trouble and mischief in her life, that didn’t even know that she had limits. Now, however, she was most definitely aware of their existence, and that she was pushing them.

And that led to the nerves. As a confident ego-maniac, she was wholly unaccustomed to feeling this way, to the butterflies in her stomach, to the doubt plaguing her mind. It was now Saturday, and that meant… show time.

On Friday, yesterday, Valda had gone so far as to suggest that Eva continue to “practice” with them, so to speak, to become more familiar with the dogs, but Eva had rejected this as ludicrous.

Maybe some got off on it, but she still saw them as nothing more than disgusting animals. Thursday had been a forgivable accident, something she could right off. Fucking them for a pile of much-needed cash was another thing, but she wasn’t about to do it just for the fun of it! They were dogs!

‘Is the bitch crazy?!’ Eva found herself pondering more than once since the beginning of their agreed partnership.

On top of all of this, and true to her word, Valda had produced the money she’d promised Eva for the collection of jars – of dog cum. Eight hundred Euro, cash in hand. It was no chump change. Eva did not have to do this, this little sex show for Valda. That cash was more than enough to set her on her way, but then… go where? Do what? And walk away from the promise of thousands more to come..? Eva found herself seduced by her greed.

Greed and convenience. She not only had a way to earn a lot more money – somewhat the honest way, but also a place to crash, a warm bed, and food. She was not ignorant to her situation. She was in a foreign land without a passport. Some very dangerous and very powerful people were looking for her right this second. If they found her… she was dead. She’d never find another opportunity like this. Hidden. Safe. She still didn’t fully trust Valda, but better the devil you know, than the devil you don’t.

“These aren’t on, are they?” Eva asked as Valda prepared her “uniform,” staring uneasily upon the three cameras circling her in Valda’s little “sex” room.

Their “clients” would be here at any minute. Eva had already resolved that she was going to go through with this, one way or the other, but the one thing she could not tolerate, was her face being plastered across “Madam Zuechter’s” website. Way out here, that would be the only way they’d be able to find her. No clues.

“No,” Valda answered her. “Unless you’d like them to be?” she toyed with the girl.

“No!” Eva made herself clear. “Is all this really necessary?” Eva glanced down at her nude, glistening body.

In preparation for the showing to come, and much to Eva’s disgruntlement, Valda had overseen a drastic make-over of the girl. She’d had her freshly bathe, and shave her legs, arms, and pussy, which was all fine and dandy, but the rest of it?

Valda had personally coated the girl’s entire body in fine oils, leaving her skin slick and shiny and new. She’d applied a gotty amount of make-up: heavy eye-liner and mascara and shadow, rich red lipstick and blush. Lastly, she’d braided Eva’s hair into cute little pigtails, something the girl before would never have allowed. Eva hated it. It was overkill. She was here to fuck dogs, not seduce royalty!

“Yes,” Valda answered nonetheless, coming back to the girl. She lifted Eva’s right hand, and proceeded to wrap a thick, studded, black leather cuff about to her wrist.

“What’s with this room anyways?” Eva moved on, allowing the woman to do as she pleased. An eerie, creeping sensation tingled up her spine as Valda attached a second identical cuff to her other wrist.

“Here, give me your foot,” Valda knelt and began to wrap the same leather straps around the girl’s ankles before answering her. “For an additional fee, many of my clients like to have their own, professional videos made. That’s all,” Valda said simply as she drew the strap tight and latched it in place.

“You don’t think you’re going to be tying me down or anything, do you?!” Eva said vehemently as Valda moved on to her second ankle, remembering all to well what she’d done to the woman only two days ago with these same kind of straps.

“Did you want to be?” Valda wiggled her brows at the girl as she stood and excused herself to retrieve the final piece.

“Don’t even think about it!” Eva warned her.

“Would add to the effect…” Valda toyed.

“Fuck you,” Eva dismissed her, looking curiously at the longer, black studded leather strap in Valda’s hands as she returned. “What’s that?”

“Your collar,” Valda stated.

“You’ve got to be shitting me?!”

Valda gave her a look. “We’ve already been over all this, Eva. If this is going to work, you’re going to have to get into the role. The buyers don’t want some snarky bitch popping off at the mouth every five seconds. Do you think you can handle that?” she scolded the girl.

Oh, they’d been over it alright. Slave. Sub. It was the exact opposite of who Eva was, but… could she do it? She found this particular part to be even more difficult than the idea of having to fuck one of these woman’s dogs – in front of an audience no less!

For twenty percent of the takings though, it wouldn’t be easy, but she was willing to give it a shot. When the need suited her, Eva could be a great actress. Grimacing, she brushed her braids out-of-the-way and offered Valda her neck.

“I still don’t understand the point this whole act?” Eva talked as Valda placed the collar. “It’s stupid. Why not just let me be myself?” Eva asked as Valda tightened the strap snugly about her neck.

Valda did not answer her, and Eva did not expect one. They had already exhausted the subject. She was to be the obedient bitch, here to showcase the prowess of Valda’s “magnificent,” well-trained beasts.

“I think you’re doing this to me just out of spite!” Eva narrowed her eyes on the woman. Valda just smirked, drawing the collar tight. “I’m not going to have these pervs groping me, bossing me around,” Eva accepted the role, but drew her red-line as she felt Valda lock the collar in place.

“They are here for the animals, Eva. You are just the model. As we’ve discussed, they will make their requests to me, and I will in turn instruct you. I will make sure you don’t have to do anything… too bad,” Valda eluded, though with an undisguised grin.

“Too bad?!” Eva scoffed. Everything about this was bad!

“If there’s a problem, you know the safe word.”

“Safe word?!” Eva snorted. “Yeah, you want me to bark like a fucking dog!” Oh, how she hated this.

“It’s just an act, Eva, but it is important,” Valda waited for the girl to acknowledge her.

“Whatever,” Eva relented.

“There! You look perfect!” Valda stood back to admire the girl’s full, erotic beauty. With the addition of all the leather straps, the girl’s tattoos and nipple and clit piercings completed the ensemble. It was indeed… perfect!

“Huh?” Eva guffawed. “This is it?! You’re not going to give me some clothes or something?!” Apart from the leather straps and collar, she was still completely naked.

“I could give you a tail, if you like?”

Eva just glared at her, daring her to go ahead and try. Valda laughed heartily.

“Now then, what are you going to do once they arrive?” Valda saw the need to rehearse their plan one last time.

“I know what to do!” Eva snapped at her.

“I am sure you do, but just the same, I would feel more confident if we went over it once more.”

“I…” Eva scowled. Damn was this hard! “I’m to get down on all fours and… and stay like that,” Eva chewed out.

“Excellent! And are you allowed to speak?”

“No,” Eva blurted unhappily.

“Are you to look at them?”

“Not in the eye,” Eva added a curse under her breath.

“And how shall you be addressed?”

“Valda, this is…” Eva started, but the woman waited patiently.

“As… as “bitch” …” Eva just got it over with, burning red with a mix of humiliation and anger. “There! You happy now?!”

“And when I give you a command?” Valda disregarded the girl’s last comment and carried on.

Eva glowered at her.

“This is important, Eva. If we are to be partners, if you want to earn your share, then this is what it’s going to take. I know what I’m doing. You’re just going to have to trust me. I know it’s not easy for someone like you,” Valda acknowledged, “but do you think you can manage this? If not…” Valda did not finish the threat.

“No anal,” Eva said through clenched teeth. Valda chuckled.

“Would serve you right!” she teased.

“No anal!” Eva repeated fervently.

“Fine,” Valda remarked. “That’s not something I’d expect anyways.”

“I’m not sucking their dicks either,” she laid out her own ground rules.

“Eva…” Valda sighed discouragingly. “Anal is one thing, but you’re going to have to…”

Eva looked away from her, picturing those dogs’ disgusting looking cocks, imagining actually having to put one of those things in her mouth. She hadn’t forgotten that first day, when she’d almost…

“You know you’re going to have to have sex with them, right?” Valda chastised her, as if this all hadn’t been obvious from the start.

“I know!” Eva shot back, acting as if she were some juvenile teenager. On that note, Valda had never gotten the girl’s real age. For all she knew, Eva was still in her teens. “Just… whatever!” she huffed, crossing her arms angrily across her chest.

A loud buzzer sounded. The door bell to the Kennel. The first had arrived. Valda did nothing, simply looking and waiting upon the girl expectantly.

Albeit cursing under her breath the entire way, Eva slowly dropped down onto her hands and knees, assuming her role. Valda left her, Eva concluding to answer the door, but then the woman returned, and before she knew what she was doing, Valda had attached a leash to her collar.

“No fucking way!” Eva protested, using her hand to jerk at the chain.

“You, are not supposed to speak,” Valda reminded her coolly.

“I’m not one of your fucking dogs!” Eva spat venomously.

“Right now, you are,” Valda said calmly. The truth struck a nerve. “Just think about the money, Eva. They’ll love this! You’ll… survive,” she grinned down greedily at the girl. Eva’s face burned red with rage.

“This is such bullshit!” Eva let go and dropped back down. Pleased, Valda smiled and stepped forward, giving the leash a slight tug.

“Heel!” she tested the girl’s resolve. Eva fumed, rearing back, her face wrought with indignation. The leash pulled tight, choking her collar.

Eva’s head began to spin. She couldn’t believe her ears! She couldn’t believe that this woman would actually have the gall to order her to “heel” behind her as if she were some real bitch!

Eva had never felt so humiliated in her entire life! She couldn’t express the words! But… she breathed. She calmed herself. She did as Valda had told her to, and thought about the money.

‘It’s just an act… it’s just an act…’ she repeated over and over to quell the anger. And then… she dropped back down. The leash slackened. She hung her head in defeat. She stared at the floor.

“No anal…” Eva said one last time, attempting to claim what little control she had over nothing. With nothing else said, one hand and knee after the other, the bitch crawled behind her master on her leash to answer the door.

 

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