Owned by Dogs: Part 1
By Crackhead Souljaboy.
She woke up dizzy in a white room without any clothes. She had a well-toned body with only one accessory, a collar with the tag ‘trainee.’ A group of strong men entered as she explored the room. They beat her stomach with a baton and held her down as some more men dragged her into a huge black square box whose one side was open, and the opposite side of that opening had her photo pasted on it (photo taken from her ID in her purchase) next to that there were small holes.
She fitted inside that box with her face almost touching the bottom, her hands went through two holes, and her ass/pussy was exposed in the open side. After getting strapped in, an intercom blasted her room, announcing, “Catherine, this is a rape stand. Consider this particular announcement special because your name will never be called from now on.”
Catherine started to cry, imagining that she would be kept as a fucktoy for men, and started to plead that she didn’t want to be fucked by many men and it’ll hurt her.
The intercom continued, “Stop talking, or you’ll miss the information. I said rape stand, but I didn’t say that men here will rape you. You see, this a bitch owning dog training facility, so your romance will be confined to dogs.”
Catherine went silent. She didn’t know what to make of this and wondered whether she was hallucinating.
“You will be our trainee for the new batch of dogs. You will eventually teach them how they can own a human bitch. A veteran, ‘Spok’ will train you.’ He is one of the few dogs genetically engineered to make a bitch obey, and he will be your ward for next week.”
Catherine still thought those men would fuck, and the announcement was just messing with her. As the intercom ended, she was ready for molesting hands of men to grab her in places, but all of them vacated, and all she heard was some click-click sound on tiles made by the dog’s nails, and it just locked her for four minutes and mounted her in first try.
Catherine’s eyes widened as this was almost equivalent to a man’s cock. The pace of the fucking was so aggressive she started to faint. After two minutes of hardcore fucking, the knot was shoved painfully through her K9 virgin pussy. This was the only time she made noise, screaming to accommodate the pain of her pussy expanding. The fucking continued for the next ten minutes, and the dog started cum lightly and went ass to ass with her.
Suddenly, a tablet was lit before her face revealing food and water below her. A video was streaming on the tablet of her ass-to-ass with Spok. The image made her lose rationality, and this confinement continued for a week where Spok mated with her roughly three times a day, and she was covered in dog cum, plus her shit and urine.
During the last day of her mating, the stream had comments popping up. It was a bidding war to give Catherine a new name. Many suggestions were given, such as ‘dog cum bag.’ ‘knotty princess,’ ‘fetch,’ ‘Bitch,’ ‘Spok’s fuck toy,’ ‘dog penis garage,’ and many such generic humiliating names. But the top liked names were ‘cock-her-spaniel,’ ‘cum pearl,’ and ‘dog dingbat.’
Although she hated all these names, ‘cum pearl’ felt elegant once her fuck session with Spok concluded after forty-five minutes. A few guards entered with three dog bowls, and Spok ate from one. She knew this was how her name was to be decided, but it was not revealed what was chosen.
After some time, another unit of guards entered. They freed her from her rape stand, washed her down, and gave her massages to relax her muscles. Meanwhile, Catherine wondered how she used to think she would try her best to escape in the face of danger, but she was in utter shock, obeying whatever was expected of her. They need not even use force. They then led her to another facility with a bed and straps. She was given anesthesia. She fingered out a few tattoo artists that started to work on her body. Since it was a very small dose, she was partially aware that her lower back, two thighs, and front torso were marked.
After a long rest, she was woken up in a disinfection ward, and two nurses came to her aide, giving her food, and once she finished eating, they brought a mirror to show tattoos. She had ‘dog dingbat’ on her lower back with a flying bat symbol underneath. This would be her new name from now on. She felt sad for losing ‘cum pearl.’
Later her left outer thigh had a portrait of Spok’s face till his name tag with a quote underneath reading. ‘Molded by darling Spok.’ A dog footprint on her other thigh had twenty-three names that confused her. Her front torso had a spiraling snake tail starting from the top of her vagina, coiling on her stomach and bit spilling out to the sides of her back and ultimately face coming on her sternum, leaving her breasts free of markings. But right below her collarbone and above the snake’s head, there was one more text which read, ‘This property belongs to dogs of this facility.’
This broke her, and she started crying for the first time in one week after her rape. It finally hit her that she was to live her life not as an independent human being but as a property of sexual pleasure to freaking dogs, not even men. She was left to cry out for a few minutes, and later a cattle prod was used to shock her, and the nurses informed her that sulking like this is punishable and that she should behave.
Intercom went on again, this time addressing, “Dear dingbat, such an odd name, I agree, but this is what the shareholders have decided with the help of Spok for you. The people who bid on this name all have their name tattooed on you. Its purpose will be revealed later. Now it’s time to get you ready for your wedding ceremony.”
With all that happened, Catherine felt slightly optimistic about the wedding since she had dreamed of marrying as a child. Still, this bliss was cut short as the intercom explained that this wedding would be to Spok. She will move in with him and learn the ways of a dog trainee to train dogs in the future.
She was dressed in thigh-long white stockings with heels also of white but with soal of red. Her hands were forced into a praying position but tied to the backside, which made her breast higher. Finally, a veil was placed on her beautifully braided hair, which was fashioned into a bun. She was photographed before she was led to what seemed like a church hall. While walking there, the nurse informed her that she was made for walking upright on her legs to make her realize that she was a human soon to be owned by dogs. Also, she is supposed to be on all fours in her soon-to-be husband’s chambers.
Once in the hall’s center, she noticed many people sitting in the church. She guessed they might be the shareholder’s intercom told about, and as everyone settled in. The choir music started, and Spok, a big Doberman almost the size of a Great Dane, was led inside and made to sit next to Catherine. The marriage officiant entered and started talking about some business that went over her head, but his voice was the same as the one she used to hear on the intercom.
Once his monologue finished, he turned to Catherine and said, “Well, it’s time to see our new fuck meat is shown where its place is,” and everyone applauded.
A guard came to her and whispered to stay still no matter what, or else they will cattle prod on her and entertain the crowd. The intercom guy took some gel in his fingers and pointed it towards Catherine and proclaimed today he would christen her with her new name, ‘dog dingbat,’ and applied the gel on her clit by digging it out using his other hand.
The sudden touch on her private parts jerked her, but she remembered the warning and didn’t make many moments. He later had an engagement ring brought in, and suddenly guards lifted Dog-Dingbat and spread her legs wide apart. Spok moved below her, and a nurse came forward with a needle and pierced her clit. To Dog-Dingbat’s shock, it probably didn’t hurt that much due to that gel.
Once the hole in her clit was big enough, a ring with a thin chain connected to it was fit into her clit, and as the procedure was completed, Spok started to lap on her newly pierced clit to dampen the blood loss.
The intercom guy announced that with the first kiss of Spok, the engagement to the bitch dog Dog-Dingbat has officially over. The strong guards lowered Dog-Dingbat, and she was questioned.
“Will you Dog-Dingbat take Spok to be your fuck master?” the officiant asked.
With the help of cattle prod, Dog-Dingbat was made to yell, “YES,” while sobbing.
“You will lick every inch of your master Spok and provide the necessary care?”
Dog-Dingbat cries and says, “YES,” slowly accepting her fate.
“You shall live in his ward for a month, and whenever you don’t have training duty?”
“Yes.”
“You shall open your ass as soon as you enter his ward and urge him to take your anal virginity?”
She realized all the things said now would be her agenda for a month with Spok. “YES,” she yells, sobbing.
“You will worship his dick whenever it enters your orifices?”
“Yes.”
“You will never reject your master’s advance and are encouraged to initiate mating sessions?”
“Yes.”
“Since Spok’s cum cannot impregnate you, you shall collect all the cum rewarded by your master, keeping in mind how hard he had to produce these, and you will drink it. Even if some are spilled on the floor, you shall lap it up using your tongue.”
“Y-yes.”
“Since you love birds will be living together, you shall learn to give affection to your master in his language, i.e., by sniffing or licking his asshole?”
Dog-Dingbat stared momentarily, and with cattle prod’s encouragement, she said, “Yes.”
“You will serve your master with almost vigor and earn accessories to make his mood jolly whenever he breeds you. You will become a fucktoy for him, a fuck doll that entertains him.”
“Yes.”
“You will drink water from the same bowl but will always give him a priority for access. Food will be provided in separate bowls with separate nutrients, of course, as your master can’t eat what you eat, i.e., human food with seasoning of your shareholders cum, sometimes your master’s piss.”
With a defeated voice, Catherine said, “Yes.”
“Anything and everything coming out of your master’s body is precious, and you wouldn’t mind consuming it.”
“Yes.”
“Since you have agreed to be by his side, you shall be referred to as ‘Spok’s bitch’ occasionally.”
“Yes,” she said, and she was garnished by a collar with the name tag ‘Spok’s bitch.’
“Dog-Dingbat and Spok’s bitch are the only things you shall ever own. Even your body belongs to everyone in this facility but you.”
“Yes.”
And with that, her stockings were ripped to reveal her husband’s portrait tattoo on her thigh. The audience applauded her for her dedication to her new husband.
“Since you are a horny bitch who cannot survive without dog cum. In case of demise of your master Spok, you will immediately be given to another master that will keep your bitch needs in check.”
Her eyes were dried out from crying, and all that was left were her words, “Yes.”
Spok stood up and started circling his bitch.
“He wants to mark his bitch in front of everyone, so kneel and accept your master’s reward.”
Dog-Dingbat kneeled, and to her horror, Spok started to piss straight on her face and breasts. Everyone laughed at how the marking of a bitch went on.
Later she was made to stand, and her leash connecting to her clit ring was hooked to Spok’s collar.
Last announcement: “After marking his bitch, Spok will now lead his dutiful wife to their honeymoon in his ward.”
The dog started to drag his bitch on her clit leash and exited the church. Dog-Dingbat had no option but to follow with her hands tied behind her back, pacing to Spok’s speed. He led her to his kennel in the open garden, which looked like a mini white house with enough space for her to be on hands-knees but not standing. A woman cut her restraints loose at the entrance, removing her veil and heels with torn stockings.
Fully naked, with only a collar on her Dog-Dingbat entered the kennel on all fours, starting a new chapter of her life. She remembered the vows she took, and she unhooked her leash from her master and went straight to the middle of the kennel with soft ground and peeled her asshole open.
Spok lubricated her asshole thoroughly and deeply.
This gesture moved Dog-Dingbat and spread her hole as much as possible, and she pleaded, “Please, master Spok, make me your woman by drilling my asshole.”
Spok mounted her and took aim, started humping into her asshole pre-cum of felt all inside her rectum. She struggled under Spok with no restraints to hold her. It was four minutes of assault on her asshole. She took her tongue out like a dog and started drooling as the gap in her asshole increased. She embraced her sex-crazed side due to the four days in the rape stand.
Soon the knot started hitting her anal sphincter. She grunted to stay in place, and Spok saw the opportunity and forced himself inside. It was as if they had been a couple for a long time. Once the knot was lodged properly inside her asshole, she started to proclaim in agony as if her former self was crying at her current state.
Catherine cried, “It happened. GOD, it finally happened! A dog is my master husband, whose knot is pounding my ass like crazy. Aaaaaaaahhh.”
She was crying with snot dripping from her nose.
“This knot will ruin my holes forever, but my wish for a strong husband that pins me down and fucks me hard has been fulfilled! I’m a whore to my master. I’m a bitch! A BITCH willing to mate 24/7 with my stud, even dogs take rest from getting fucked, but I don’t mind. Spok, you have made me your fucktoy! Aaaah, ssshh, sshh, is this salvation!”
Spok was impressed by his wife’s performance. He got off of her and was joined ass-to-ass. Since he was a big dog, he started dragging Dog-Dingbat to his bed chambers, showing the wife his favorite spot in his kennel and releasing all his sperm in her. Dog-Dingbat had exhausted her mental capabilities and fainted. Spok caring for his wife cleaned her face from tears and snot. Because he liked his bitches neat and tidy, subsequently, both fell asleep.
To Be Continued in Part 2…
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