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Part 2…

Right after their first anal session, both fell asleep, and after giving them ample time. Once Dog-Dingbat was awake, the intercom announced that since this was the first time, she was exempted from punishment for not cleaning her husband’s dick and lapping up the cum gifted to her. She realized the grave error she had done, but it was too late to clean her loving and caring husband’s dick. She chose whatever cum was on the carpet with her ass held high not to spill whatever was still inside her.

There was a basin right outside her room labeled ‘cum collector’ she carefully crawled to it and just squatted without applying pressure, and just a small amount of cum spilled onto the bowl. She accepted her status as dog cum guzzler, lifted the basin to her mouth, and drank it in one go without tasting it.

Later that day, she found a station to clean herself with a sponge and an enema station next to it with all the instructions needed. Catherine was to keep her hair in long braids, her nails all in check, and oddly she had products to shave her hair, but she was already completely bald below her face, so she shouted to the roof as if talking to God, asking for shaving products.

Intercom said she was laser treated and will no longer produce hair below her head.

Catherine was happy that she would be smooth for her husband and ate her food which was decent without any extra seasoning that was promised. She felt oddly cozy and went to her husband and, as a show of love, started to lick his asshole. Dog-Dingbat felt extremely proud that she could communicate with her husband as Spok started to wave his tail for the first time. She has been seen, and the dog turned to lick her face.

Dog-Dingbat, without further delay, went under and started to stroke his sheath, and once the penis started to protrude, she licked it, kissed it, and started worshipping it. Spok got away and motioned her to get in position to receive his love. Dog-Dingbat just went ass up and left the choice of which hole to her husband. Spok rightfully penetrated her vagina and started their mating session.

Once it ended Dog-Dingbat remembered to unload the cum in the bowl, clean Spok’s dick, and later drank the cum, this time slowly savoring her gift. Catherine was long gone, and only Dog-Dingbat remained. Their life went on without struggle with daily three to four mating sessions in ass or pussy based on Spok’s mood. Her food sometimes contained cum, piss, etc., but nothing mattered to Dog-Dingbat.

On the fifth day, she was summoned outside, and a stud was pierced into both her nipples. Two days later, the couple was summoned to a theatre with a mutual leash splitting to Spok’s collar and Dog-Dingbat’s collar. Only Spok had the authority to drag her by her clit leash, which was still intact to her healthy body.

On the theatre stage, Dog-Dingbat was brought along and made to kneel with her hands back. A cuff was secured on her hands, and she was bent so the studs in her nipples could be locked to the floor. Each stud was fitted, and a collar was inserted under her face keeping her chin parallel to the floor facing the audience.

She saw many people having dinner, Spok was introduced as the trainer for the bitch on stage, and he was ordered to sit at the corner, and the announcers stated her training was complete, and now they would like to showcase their current batch of dogs trained which will be going out to sail. First, a German shepherd ‘Scotch’ came and mounted Dog-Dingbat for her pussy. Dog-Dingbat wanted to impress her husband since she couldn’t lick this dog’s asshole. She thought she would speak her mind.

As Scotch inserted his knot, Dog-Dingbat shouted in pacing breath, to everyone’s surprise, “Thank you, Master Scotch, for inserting your knot into this bitch trained by Master Spok. Since Master Spok trains me, I should be satisfactory to you.”

Scotch was not as sharp as Spok, so it didn’t care what bitch shouted and ended the session by cumming into her womb. A basin was produced under them to collect any cum that spilled. Scotch just disconnected and went away. This careless gesture made Dog-Dingbat feel glad that Spok was her Master, as he would always come in front to lick his bitch.

Similarly, fourteen other dogs of other breeds took turns fucking her in the ass and pussy. Dingbat shouted whenever a knot entered her, giving Spok credit for her training. Once the ordeal was over, she was left with a huge amount of cum collected in the basin, drunk slowly by Dog-Dingbat after getting free. She, along with her husband, was later moved to their kennel.

Dingbat went to suck her husband’s cock. As soon as they entered, all the emotionless fucking made her fall in love with Spok. After mating ended with all prescribed formalities, a guard summoned her outside and attached a small bell to her clit ring.

“This is Spok’s favorite bell from his childhood, and when you two fuck, the jingle produced by this bell shall make him happy,” she was told.

Dog-Dingbat became immensely proud that she earned this reward and went inside and started another fuck session immediately. This time Spok entered her asshole and started his wild humping. Once he heard the loud jingle, he wagged his tail and happily howled while claiming his bitch. This burst the floodgates of happiness in Dog-Dingbat, and she started squirting. Spok did not go ass-to-ass this time. Instead, he spent the entire fuck session humping her.

This broke Dog-Dingbat’s mind, and she fainted in exhaustion and pleasure. Their happy life continued for their scheduled time together, and every day since the bell was attached, both fucked six to seven times a day, and only exhaustion prevented both from doing any more. As the month concluded, Dog-Dingbat was summoned outside, and her clit ring was opened and hung on the kennel wall. She thought it was a permanent ring, but it had some mechanism to spilt the ring.

She was walked into another chamber and was instructed that she was a fully trained bitch now and would be in charge of a new dog that was unfamiliar with fucking human bitches. Her clit was removed so the dog may not irresponsibly tear her clit. She was given a few bottles of bitch hormone to apply on her orifices. She was given assurance that these dogs are trained not to harm humans and know generic dog commands however training them in mating was solely her responsibility.

Dingbat felt depressed being separated from Spok and his fuck bell, whose tune had grown quite well on her. She fed on the food in the chamber and wondered how she could teach, and a huge Tibetan Mastiff was freed inside her chamber. It was very cheerful despite its scary appearance and went straight to her, licking her face and asking for some scratches. Dog-Dingbat read his name on the collar, ‘Piston.’ She played with Piston and was out of depression, but she still longed to return to her husband.

After playing for a while, she got right to business stroking the dog and licking it. It did stimulate the penis to come outside, but Piston himself was not interested in mating and instead wanted to play. She opened the hormone bottle and applied it to her pussy which awakened the mating instinct in Piston and directly beelined to her pussy and started to lap it up. Catherine sucked his dick again, to which Piston started to hump. She thought this was easy and went on her hands and knees.

Piston mounted her was much heavier than Spok. She tried to direct his penis into her vagina, but Piston was pistoning his dick wildly into her ass cheeks and thighs, and Dog-Dingbat could not maintain balance due to force. Catherine saw a rape bed in the chamber and went and lay on it there. Although she got balance, she utterly failed to get him to penetrate her. After an hour-long try Piston and Dog-Dingbat were exhausted. Intercom advised Dog-Dingbat not to lose faith and that dogs usually take time to figure out penetrations, even in female dogs.

She had at least one to two weeks to train this dog to penetrate her holes, and then she will be returned to her Master. Dingbat teared up with just the thought of mating again with Spok. She was sure that he was her soulmate. A few days went by without Piston penetrating her. Dingbat feared her reunion might be delayed, so she requested a big dildo or anal plug. She planned to gap her asshole and try getting his penis inside. She was supplied with anal plugs of various sizes, and she chose one slightly bigger than Spok’s knot and kept it in her ass for three hours.

Determined, she removed the plug, applied hormones to her gaping hole, and went to her rape bed. Piston got excited again, and by this point, Dog-Dingbat had trained him to unsheath his penis without sucking or stroking. Piston mounted her, and she just had to grab his dick and direct it into her asshole. Piston penetrated a bitch for the first time, and the session overwhelmed him as he howled with joy.

Dog-Dingbat was determined to take his knot, not just his penis, so she kept the grip on his penis, and after two minutes of humping, the knot finally touched her sphincter. Piston was humping and was not concentrating on pushing his knot into her, so she took it on herself, forced it inside her asshole, and tried to grip it tight. Piston stopped humping and just lay on her, slowly releasing his cum into her ass and humping now and then. She mated with him similarly for a second time that day since he knew and couldn’t do more later days. She came around to teach him to fuck her vagina and accept blowjobs.

By the eighth day, Piston owned her, forcibly taking her whenever he wanted, not caring whether she was eating or sleeping. It was as if the innocent good boy that walked in was no longer present, and all she could see was a sex-crazed dog that thought of her as his property. Well, that was exactly her objective. After nine days with Piston, she was congratulated on the intercom and was returned to her husband.

She was eager, but as she tried to enter the kennel, Spok growled at her, and she had to backtrack outside in confusion. Spok sniffed around her as if she was some other dog’s bitch for nine days he pissed on her, cleansing her off other dogs scent. This liberated her in a way. She took the clit ring on the wall and separated the chain as it was a bother to her while crawling but kept the fuck bell and went straight into her lover’s chamber for a fuck session without even cleaning herself.

Even though Spok was smaller, he made up more than necessary in how he treated her. The dog marks her with his piss, cleans her face when she sobs and fucks her seven times daily. He even licked the scratch marks left by Piston on her back. She realized that size didn’t matter. Personality does. The bell sound started to echo through the garden as two lovers fucked each other.

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Time Skip…

It has been one year since Dog-Dingbat was kidnapped and turned into Spok’s bitch. Meanwhile, she had trained ten dogs, including Piston. They all started innocent, and by the time she finished with them, they owned Dog-Dingbat and treated her like fuck meat. So they were very popular in the market, such as the training provided by Dog-Dingbat’s submissive fuck holes.

She was also rented to her shareholders from time to time. The first made her fit into a device with her ass pointed up and a volcano at the surface. It was for his kid’s science fair, where Dog-Dingbat’s trained asshole muscles were used to push out fake lava. Once the service was done, the name on her thigh was crossed permanently using a tattoo. Similarly, two more had rented to play with her body and one for an erotic display of her body as a statue for his private party.

Per her love life, she earned a belly ring with another fuck bell. She got a big ring on the two adjacent sides of her asshole, which had a chain with wrist cuffs making it easy for her to expand her asshole. She used this accessory while training her other fuck buddies. They were convenient since they were also removable. She had two permanent markings on her shoulder and breast and a bite mark from Spok while fucking his bitch to the chime of his favorite fuck bells.

So to prevent a further incident, she was made to wear her hair in braided bun fashion, which worked in her favor as Spok now used to fuck her in the doggy style, pulling her hair and arching her back. The videos of these two lovers mating and live shows were huge hits. She even taught Spok the human way of the missionary fuck position. Both were not big fans since they couldn’t hear the bells, but this aroused audiences during their fuck shows.

A happy ending was soon coming to an end. As time gradually went by, the fuck sessions, which used to go five to seven times a day, were gradually reduced to one to two due to old age of Spok. During an inspection with the Vet, Dog-Dingbat discovered that Spok is eleven-years-old and a had three bitches in his lifetime. He had not taken any of them as closely as Dog-Dingbat.

The Vet also revealed that Spok’s liver and heart are damaged severely due to performance-enhancer drugs that made him fuck seven times a day, and his days are numbered.

That night couple didn’t indulge in pleasure activities; instead, Dog-Dingbat was lying on Spok’s body like it was a pillow, just staring at the roof. She remembered her vow of getting a new Master once Spok died, which made her wonder whether the caretakers knew about his condition. She loudly promised that she would obey her new Master and make Spok in heaven proud of his training despite her feelings.

After a few days, Dog-Dingbat was given to train a new dog, a mutt called Ronny. She spent four days with him, and he started treating her like his fucktoy, and the training was almost ending, but abruptly Dog-Dingbat was summoned by the caretaker and was led to a morgue with the dead body of Spok. They said Spok was killed in a brawl with his old nemesis brother ‘Chief,’ a black Doberman just as huge as Spok.

He was killed during the weekly socializing of dogs in the facility. Chief might have sensed Spok’s weakness and pounced to exact his age-old revenge. Dog-Dingbat uncontrollably wept for her dead lover. She was informed that Spok’s funeral was scheduled one day after, and during the same time, her wedding ceremony would take place with her new husband, who is yet to be decided.

The next day, Dog-Dingbat was moved to a chamber and was introduced to her fiance, Chief. She was repulsed by the decision and opposed it, but caretakers explained that it is nature’s way where the usurper gets all the possession of the conquered. She requested whether there was any other alternative. Still, the caretakers didn’t budge and said this new relationship even existed to their shareholders and reminded her of her last promise to Spok.

She sobbed but accepted it. Chief had only one eye, and the other side was deeply scared and had fresh wounds. Caretakers explained that when they were pups, Spok had blinded Chief, and ever since, they hated each other. Chief moved to Dog-Dingbat, marked her with his piss like his brother, and started taking her from behind.

Once their first mating session concluded, three food bowls were brought in, and Dog-Dingbat realized this might be her renaming procedure. Once it was decided, she was again taken to the tattoo chamber. Her left inner thigh would be marked, and one more tattoo on top of her previous name. Once the procedure was done, she was left to rest, and at sunrise, she was woken up and showed her new tattoos. Her thigh had a portrait of Chief beside his brothers, and under it read ‘Conquered by Master Chief.’

On her lower back, her new name, ‘Anus Fairy,’ with wings, was marked to deem her revolutionary anal plays. She was given her fuck bells and told she would keep them forever. She had her anal wrist cuff rings and a braided bun with a veil. Stockings and high heels again covered her thigh tattoos. She was led to the funeral ground where Chief was waiting for her. They attached her clit leash to him, and he led her to the burial spot where shareholders had gathered.

There again intercom guy was the acting priest, all this pissed off Dog-Dingbat, now known as anus fairy for making her lover’s funeral a vanity event. The intercom guy explained everything to shareholders and turned to officiate Anus Fairy’s wedding. He asked her, “Will you take your husband’s murderer to be your new fuck Master?”

“Yes,” answered Anus Fairy.

“You have been re-christened by your fiance as ‘Anus Fairy.’ From now on, you will also be referred to as ‘Chief’s Slut.’”

With that, a collar with the tag ‘Chief’s Slut’ was tied to her neck.

“Chief has already marked you as his bitch, and now in front of your old husband’s mortal remains, you will consummate your marriage.”

Anus Fairy dropped to her knees. The caretakers fixed her wrist cuffs to her anal rings with her head on the ground. She peeled her ass open for her new Master Chief to take the invitation. The dog penetrated and even grabbed her hair and pulled it back. To which shareholders responded, “Both brothers take their bitches similarly.”

As he started to fuck his bride, Anus Fairy started to moan in pleasure, with tears rolling down her eyes with the sound of her fuck bells. She was happy Spok’s send-off was happening with his favorite bell sounds. Shareholders interpreted it as ‘This bitch is so horny that she started to squirt during her husband’s funeral getting fucked by his killer. Such a pathetic bitch is suited for dogs, not humans.’

It was ecstatic for Anus Fairy as Spok’s body was lower, and Chief’s knot entered her. Chief kept humping and started to howl his victory.

 

The End.

 

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