Puppy & Poochie - 03
Puppy & Poochie | Noncon | Hetro | Mind Break
Puppy
"Please, Janet, please fuck my asshole with 'Big Bad Mother Fucker' while I suck master’s cock." Of course, she isn't satisfied. But I keep begging, and after a while, she relents.
"Alright, puppy. You're such a cute little bitch when you’re in heat. Go. Fetch my strapon."
"Thank you!" I say, rushing eagerly for the table.
"Puppy."
Her sharp tone froze me in my tracks.
"You know better. Hands and knees."
"Puppy is sorry, Janet," I say, dropping back down. Another mistake made in front of him. At the table, I hesitate. Hands and knees. I can't carry it with them. When she made me clean it, she said not to touch the leather. Not to touch the straps.
The rest is too big to fit in my mouth.
I'll make it fit.
Stretching up, keeping my hands flat on the floor, I push it off the table with my nose. Using my hands like paws, I stand it up and lean over. Mouth open wide, I push down, forcing the head into my mouth. Its girth forcing me to open even wider, splitting the corners of my lips. I taste a hint of fresh blood, but I don’t care.
Success.
Following the crystal ringing of Janet's laughter, I return to her. Stretching my neck up, I nudge it against her hand.
Only then do I see the figure standing next to her. Eyes impossibly wide with shock and horror. Gagged. A twin of my collar around her neck. Instead of puppy, her tag says poochie.
Elizabeth.
My best friend.
The sight of her is a slap to the face. A punch in the gut. What was I doing? He… She… I... Cooperating. Begging them to rape me. Crawling like an animal. Their puppy. I’ve acted the part so long that it became real.
And…
She saw everything.
“Puppy,” purrs Janet, in her deceptively sweet voice, “Training her is your responsibility. If she is punished, you will be punished.”
No… No no no no.
She was supposed to be far away. Safe. Free. Living the life I no longer had. Not here. Never with her. Never with him.
Dazed, skin crawling, eyes only for Elizabeth, I’m hardly aware of the world around me.
A rolled-up newspaper snaps into my cheek. Shocking me.
“Bad puppy!” says Janet. “How long are you going to keep your Master waiting?”
Master!
His cock!
Spinning in place, I hurry over, praying I haven’t disappointed him. Using only my mouth, I pull his zipper down and eagerly slurp up his cock. He fills my mouth.
More.
Forcing myself all the way up his shaft. I don’t stop, not until my nose is buried in his pubic hair. Pressed tight against him.
My throat bulges around him.
I hold still.
Just like I had been trained.
“That’s right, you worthless cunt. So deep that you can’t breathe. Keep it there. Look into my eyes while my cock chokes the life out of you.”
Rolling my eyes up, I meet his gaze as best as I can.
“That’s right,” he says, “With a new poochie to break in, do I still need a puppy to play with? Perhaps not. Useless puppies should be drowned... or strangled, don’t you think? Suffocated, one way or the other.
Oh, god. He’s really going to do it this time. He has poochie. I’m worthless. Useless to him. Always failing.
“Puppy,” he says, and I struggle to look up and meet his eyes. “Beg me choke you to death with my cock, then suck me off one last time.”
Please him one last time.
It’s all I have.
My only use.
Fragmented thoughts spinning, I shudder away from the future before me. Waiting day after day for my Master, who never returns. Death would be better. I ease back, slowly pulling away, Iicking the length of his cock as it slides free.
A deep shuddering breath fills my lungs, and I say what he wants to hear. “Please, Master. Stuff your cock down puppy’s throat. Choke puppy with your massive cock. Take puppy’s last breath. Cum down puppy’s dying throat, and when you're finished, throw puppy’s useless corpse out with the trash.”
Panting. Gasping in fear. I almost miss his gesture. Finger swiveling down. Pointing at his cock. A silent command. Ordering me to do the work. He wasn’t going to grab me by the hair and fuck my face. I must do it for him.
Just for a moment, I close my eyes.
Wishing I wasn’t useless.
Wishing I wasn’t trash.
When I first became puppy, I couldn’t hold my breath for more than thirty seconds. That was unacceptable. He trained me to do better, using only a bucket of water, a handful of my hair, and his brute strength.
Now, thirty seconds is easy.
Taking rapid breaths, I hyperventilate, so I can hold my breath longer. Breathing in deeply, I inhale my last breath, along with his cock. My jaws already ache, but that doesn’t slow me down. All the way up his shaft, my nose buried in pubic hair. Just like a few minutes ago.
I hold still.
Extend his pleasure.
One last time.
Almost gently, his hands stroke my bulging neck. My throat convulses involuntarily around his cock, and he smiles.
He smiled at me!
“Janet,” he says, “come feel this.”
Another pair of hands stroke. They squeeze, and he gives a throaty moan.
“In-fucking-credible,” Master says, “Don’t stop. Keep stroking puppy’s throat. Squeezing. I feel everything,” both of her hands start kneading my throat, and he grows. “Fuck! Janet, you’re amazing”
She’s amazing?
Even now…
I fail to satisfy him.
“Puppy, don’t slouch,” he says. “You begged her to fuck you, so spread your ass cheeks.”
Would that please him?
Would I earn a smile?
Heart pounding, lungs screaming for air, I reach back with both hands, and I spread myself wide. Cool liquid squirts. Her fingers glide through the splotch of goo. Wiggling in, a finger forces its way into my asshole.
“How long?” Janet asks.
“We just hit a minute. She’ll probably black out around four or five, but she’s made it to six before.”
Another finger joins the first.
Fighting back panic, I force myself to hold still. Begging for a breath I’ll never take, my aching stomach convulses rapidly, and I forget all about the assault on my asshole. Another breath, my body screams. It knows how close sweet fresh air is.
Just pull back, my body begs.
Just spit his cock out and breathe again.
My eyes shut tight, lightheaded and dizzy, I swear to be his good puppy. I need to please him. Just one time. My body isn’t listening. It has a mind of its own.
Without meaning to, I start to pull away.
Desperate to stop myself, I lunge back into him, and coil both arms around his legs. Holding on for dear life.
His puppy.
A small part of me relaxes. Hold on. It’s that simple. Just hold on. Something even I can do!
Sudden agony blooms. Can’t think. Competing agony. Janet. Her strapon. Part of me wails that it can’t possibly fit.
I know the truth.
She’ll make it fit.
Janet always does.
Lost in a hellish nightmare, lungs screaming for air, asshole stretching to the breaking point, I spasm. Convulsing between them. Dimly, I can feel her stroking my throat, but the need to breathe overwhelms everything else.
Except, 'Big Bad Mother Fucker.'
My body’s screaming need.
Janet’s strapon pumping in and out.
My world was pain.
Agony.
Everything I am clings to one thought as tightly as my arms cling to his legs.
Don’t disappoint Master.
Distantly, I sense his climax. More through his rigid muscles, and his cum pumping down my throat, than the sounds of his pleasure nearly drowned out by Janet’s giggles.
She prefers to take her pleasure afterwards.
From my mouth.
Shame rushes through me as a sudden realization strikes.
My mouth isn’t full of his cum. He shot his load down my throat. Underneath her brutal pounding, reaming my raw asshole, and the burning need to breathe, my soul weeps.
Forgive me, Master.
I failed you again.
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