Yes, this is a Foretold Dog story.
“Please … please Sir; I do … I do … accept that … that I’m to be kept here, kept naked … that I … that I am going to be fucked by … by anyone, and that … that I need to make it good for them … that I must be pretty and pleasing to the best of my ability, and … and that I must offer myself, always, so as to encourage anyone watching to fuck me.”
“I … I hope I’ve learned, learned to … to give up on any … any hopes that I might get away, that I will ever have another life but this one. And … and I hope I have pleased you, Sir. I want to be a good girl now— a good c…c…cunt, I mean. I really, really do, even … even though it’s so hard and I’m so frightened and it makes me want to cry almost all the time.”
Picture: A lovely, broken slave: Click here to reveal.
“And I am … I am finding it true, what the trainers told me, that … that if I learned to let my … let my body take over, that I could … could learn to become a slut, that I could be hot to be raped, even, wet in my pussy, excited in my belly— that I could give in to that, let it take me over, and … and I hope you saw that, Sir, just … just now … How … how very eager for you to do … do me very hard, even to … to hurt me with your big cock, bite my nipples … that I … I truly was wanting you to do everything to me, Sir, just … just exactly whatever you enjoy doing to disposable c…cunt like … like me.”
“All very affecting, I’m sure, girly, and yes, I will admit I was entertained by just how needy you became, earlier, how distraught you were when I ruined your orgasm. I’m keeping you for the evening, so try hard to please, pretty, and you never know, I might just let you go all the way, once my friends arrive to watch, that is. But really— what is the point of all this chatter? It really is not encouraged, you know, for the pretties to be chatty; I ought to report you and get you whipped, really, I ought!”
“Oh no! Please! please, Sir, I … I will do my hardest to please you and … and your friends, sir, … I only ask you to wait and see if I have pleased you before reporting me, Sir. I’ll do anything, really I will, and make it … make it as fun for you as I possibly can.”
“Yes, yes of course you will, little cunt— you all do, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, would you? You’d still be in the training centre, being broken. Anyway, never mind all that— what on earth are you going on about? Tell me, right now, or I will whip you myself, whip you between your legs, too, which I know the staff aren’t permitted to do. So get on with it, pretty, before I ruin you for the night and choose another filly to entertain my friends.”
Deep breath, shaking chest— her nipples jiggle delightfully on their firm mounds; I will whip those tits until there’s blood, tonight, so help me— never fancied it before, but something about this one; her sweet little face, her desperation when she wanted to come— ashamed and slutty all at the same time…
“I want a puppy, Sir, and … and I hope you’ll ask for me to have one.”
She is blushing fiercely; a deep bright red, on her cheeks and also the upper slopes of her breasts, and her whole body is squirmy; she can no longer meet his eyes, although she is presenting her cunt and her breasts as lasciviously as ever, clearly making an effort, indeed, to up her game, in support of her plea.
“Oho! so, you fancy some dog cock, do you? Fancy yourself putting on shows on the stage, with trained a mastiff or Great Dane as your alpha, do you? Anal only for you with guys, your pussy getting nothing but doggie cock, and only ever then when there is someone to entertain? I’m surprised, pretty; really I am, what with your youth and innocence! Captured on your eighteenth birthday, only six weeks out of training, your catalogue entry said, only broken three months ago?”
“Oh no, Sir, that … that’s not why, though … though I do know, of course, that … that’s the way it goes; that I’ll be made to be … to be one of those girls. It’s just … just I think I’ll go mad, here, like this, Sir, without … without something to … to love, and, and if I do crack up, then I’ll be sold on to some whorehouse, and … and I can’t bear it …”
Her face does crumple for a few seconds then, but she manages to recover herself quickly enough for him to find it entertaining, and to be smiling at him again before any hint of irritation gathers; even if the smile is desperately fake, that too is entertaining— to know her heart is breaking but that she is smiling for him nevertheless; smiling and jiggling her tits, flexing her hips, slow and steady, putting out her tongue tip to catch the fat tear drop that has made it to her lips, taking a trail of make-up with it.
“So it’s the cuddles you want? A furry friend? Even though you know you will have to train the beast to master you, to have you as its bitch, to rape you whenever he feels like it; that you’ll train him to like it in your mouth too, to take you there when there’s no-one to watch apart from the cameras; to live on your knees, eat from his bowl?”
She cannot speak, cannot look at him; her shoulders shake, but she holds herself together, and nods hopelessly, knowing that if there is any chance at all of him, her most regular user, making this request on her behalf, she must please him perfectly.
“They’re breeding some real monsters in South Africa, I hear, specially for girls like you; Ridge-back Great Dane crosses with monster cocks and very temperamental too— none of your gentle giant nonsense; vicious and nervy, prone to biting. I’ll ask if you can have one of them, eh?”
“Come over here now, and lie down, suckle on my cock; I’m happy to say that’s got me going a bit. Take it as slow and gentle as you can now; we’ve got all night and I want to tear your asshole up later if I can. There’ll be five of us at least, and I’m aiming to beat my best here, for how long we can keep at least two hard cocks in a filly— three hours and seven minutes last time. We’ll be using your mouth lots to keep us hard, so you can start practising now, for tonight— it’ll help to keep your aggressive alpha happy too, eh?”
He felt her warm, fat tears drip onto his groin, but decided not to punish her for crying; it was cute to know that she was suffering such emotional upheavals while she served him so sweetly, and the occasional convulsions of her chest added to his enjoyment.
File that one away, actually, get them crying hysterically, just before raping their throats.
Gods but this club had been a find. So much trouble to prove that he was eligible, trustworthy, stable enough, rich enough. Giving them the Kompromat had been scary, and he knew it must bite, one day (some of those fuckers were very seriously connected to some scary shit, he assumed), but being able to do this to any one of a hundred or more gorgeous girls (and a regular turnover of fresh ones, too!) without come-back or any need to clean up if he went too far— literally, power of life and death— that was priceless.
