Chapter 2: Catella
Notes:
[Kinks: BESTIALITY, slavery, off-screen body modification, bondage, non-con/rape, puppy play, no really a lot of bestiality, masturbation]
Chapter Text
Hart watched as his new purchase woke, blinking blurrily around the room as the heavy cloud of sedation lifted from her dark eyes. The new slave's fear grew visibly as she realized her nude state and took in the room around her, her eyes lingered on each piece of medical equipment.
Wide and terrified eyes met his from the medical bed in front of him. The girl was held immobile on the bed, her wrists and ankles cuffed to the framework by padded leather restraints. The new slave opened her mouth in order to ask what was happening, but no sound emerged from her lips. The man waited, allowing her panic to grow for his own amusement.
He was currently viewed with humor by his peers for his lack of harem, but now that his shrew of an ex-wife was out of the picture he could start catching up. This was his first pleasure slave purchase, made only one week after he enslaved his daughter, Ada. Two pleasure slaves was still a bit pathetic, but he wanted to make sure to train them up personally in the beginning, so he didn't want to rush into buying too many slaves all at once.
He planned for his slaves to be novel and exciting; to have something that set them apart from the other pleasure slaves of high society.
"I've personally removed your vocal cords, so don't bother trying to speak. Puppies don't talk, after all," he explained coolly as her hands attempted to fly to her throat, only to be held in place.
"Do you remember being auctioned? You immediately underwent went heavy anesthesia almost immediately so that I could make my little alterations. I wouldn't be surprised if your memory from before that is hazy. I believe you were sold because of medical debt, but that doesn't really matter anymore," He turned as he spoke, retrieving a sturdy leather collar from where it was waiting on a nearby tray.
With the advanced medical procedures available and the fact that it was such a minor surgery, the procedure hadn't really affected her health. She wasn't in any pain, instead she was only mildly bothered by an uncomfortable sensation in her throat and legs. She was perfectly fit and there was no reason for Hart not to play start playing with her right then.
Hart neared with the collar and the slave tossed her head from side to side in an attempt to stop the collar from being secured around her neck, but it was still efficiently locked in place despite her defiance, "you're my Puppy now, and that's all you'll be called from now on. You'll never hear your freeborn name again," Hart firmly took her jaw in his hand and forced her to look at him, "you'll live as my bitch and I've taken some measures to assure that. As well as debarking you I've heeled you. That's snipping the tendons in your ankles; so you'll be crawling everywhere from now on. I've also given you a nice little clit piercing as a gift to make things easier on you when you're fucked."
Puppy's shoulders shook harder at the news and she attempted to speak. Her lips opened and closed uselessly as she mouthed silent words. Hart couldn't help but smile at the sight.
"I think It's time that I introduce you to someone special. Let's go on a little walk. Please behave yourself," he held up a sleek black baton to emphasize what was clearly not a request.
The baton briefly produced the telltale buzzing and snapping sounds of an electroshock weapon as he held it above her frozen face. Trusting that she got the message, hart clipped a leash to the ring on the front of her collar and freed her from the cuffs keeping her on the bed.
She attempted to scurry away across the opposite side of the bed, but Hart easily caught her by the leash and dragged her back, tossing her onto the cold floor, " No ," he scolded sharply as he touched the end of the stun baton to her hip.
The slave's whole body tensed and jerked in agony that only lasted a split second, but was more than enough.
Hart started walking without waiting for her to recover, tugging on the lead in his hand. The girl tried resisting the pull on her collar, but that just resulted in her coughing and choking as she was dragged across the smooth floor by her leash. That, combined with a not at all subtle flash of a stun baton, had Puppy crawling along after him.
One of the menial slaves spotted them and paused in his duties in order to watch them pass, Puppy being led on all fours, as they spent several long minutes making their way through the halls. Arriving at their destination, Hart swung open the heavy wooden door and revealed a large study.
Puppy let out a little breath in relief. This didn't look like the nightmarish sex dungeon that she had been expecting.
A doberman was sprawled across a plush dog bed at the end of the room's prominent desk. He stared at them for a long moment with his ears perked, before trotting over to investigate the newcomer. The dog thoroughly sniffed Puppy's face in greeting, causing the girl to wrinkle her nose as a he snuffled against her ear.
The specialized breeder that Hart had gotten his dog from was known for carefully training and breeding them to have certain traits that made them far superior than the average mutt when it came to fucking slaves. They would fuck a slave without protest, and would often do so without any prompting at all. These designer dogs were also slower to knot, resulting in them being able to fuck for much, much longer.
"This is Brutus, you're going to be spending a lot of time together from now on," Hart explained as Brutus gave her cheek a quick lick.
"It looks like he approves of his new companion. Go ahead and give him a kiss back, don't be rude."
Puppy stared up at Hart from where she was kneeling, her eyes uncomprehending. She turned to the dog and awkwardly pressed a kiss under Brutus' ear. Hart nudged her thigh with the tip of his shoe in warning, "not like that. Give him a proper kiss, use your tongue."
The corners of Hart's mouth lifted slightly with a twitch as his new Puppy turned her head back him with horrified disgust. She was beginning to realize exactly what was happening and fresh tears fell onto the rug underneath her. Her stomach tightened in disgust and fear as she tried to come to terms with what she was about to do.
After a long hesitation that almost had Hart reaching for his stun baton again, Puppy let out a little sob and slowly bent forward and gave Brutus's muzzle a tiny lick with the tip of her tongue while avoiding touching the dog's actual mouth.
"Ah, ah," Hart warned, his voice strict, "I told you to kiss him properly."
She sucked in a few ragged breaths and leaned forward once more, pressing close and running her tongue up the side of his muzzle, slower. She could feel the tip of her tongue dipping into the side of the dog's mouth and running against his teeth. Excited, Brutus licked her back on the mouth repeatedly. Hart gave the leash a little tug to get the girl's attention and instructed her to continue.
Puppy allowed Brutus to lick into her mouth, crying as she tried to reciprocate the non-kiss, flicking her tongue against his, strangely smooth and slick. Hart could feel his pulse beginning to quicken at the sight. The power of it was incredible; being able to force someone into submitting to something so humiliating and degrading was making him begin to grow hard in his pants. And the fact that he was going to make her enjoy her debanchment was an even headier feeling.
The dog lost interest in the kiss and backed up, licking his lips. Hart tapped at Puppy's hip with his foot, "hands and knees, there we go, good girl," he approved as she sniffled and did as told, tense.
"Now, put your head down to the floor," he instructed her until she was kneeling on his expensive rug, her front pressed to the floor and her ass up in the air, legs apart. She was completely displayed.
Hart pulled a spreader bar and an anal plug with a soft tail on the end down from a display of toys hanging against one of the walls. It managed to blend in so discreetly with the room that Puppy hadn't noticed it until now She shifted apprehensively as the bar was locked onto her thighs, insuring that her legs were held apart.
"This is the 'Present' position. So if I give you that command you will get into this pose, understood?" he asked as he slicked up the plug as the slave's only preparation.
She nodded tearfully and buried her face in her arms.
Hart slowly began to work the tapered end into the girl's anus. She grunted in protest as it neared its widest and tried to wiggle away, but it was easy to keep her in place with the spreader bar holding her.
With a firm push the plug slid into place and she convulsed, gurgling out something like a scream. Hart stepped back to admire his work as well as clean his hands off with the aid of one of the many boxes of wipes stored inconspicuously around the room.
"The plug has sensors inside that analyse your mood and translate that to your tail. When you become aroused or you get into this position, the tail will lift itself, so it won't get in the way of any penetration," the tail confirmed this by giving a few swishes before curling over slightly and lifting out of the way, exposing her slit.
Hart signaled for Brutus and then led him over until Puppy's head and face were framed by the dog's legs.
"Good. Now, He's going to claim you as his bitch so you're going to have to get him hard, like a good bitch should," he gently but firmly pulled her head up by her dark hair, enough to be face to face with Brutus' sheath, "puppy's don't use their hands, so you'll have to use you mouth."
Puppy started shaking her head and trying to back away from the dog, but was stopped by Hart's hand on the back of her head. The baton snapped and buzzed in warning next to her ear and the slave settled, frozen with fear. The man pulled the weapon away, "use your mouth."
Puppy tentatively inched forward and rubbed her nose against the sheath, hoping that that would be enough to cause it to start to emerge. It didn't, and so she was forced to reach out her tongue and begin stimulating the small bulge with her tongue. Brutus' hips shifted and the tip of his penis slowly slid out an inch. With a deep shuddering breath, Puppy gave the narrow tip a few licks before taking the short length into her mouth and applying light suction.
Brutus's hips rolled forward and the girl was forced to let go as the dog's cock completely slid out. Puppy stared at the large cock in shock, it must have been at least seven inches, enough for him to completely fill her to the balls. It was still the biggest dick that the girl had ever seen, and she looked back at her Master, unsure if she needed to continue now that his member was completely exposed.
Instead of responding, Hart pushed her head back down and snapped his fingers over his slaves ass, getting Brutus' attention. He came over obediently, stopping where his pointing finger was held.
" Futuo," Hart commanded.
Brutus turned to Puppy's rear, giving the girl's cunt a few sniffs before running his large tongue up the length. Puppy huffed out a breath from both the surprise and the confusingly pleasurable sensation that it produced.
Before she had returned to consciousness, Hart had dosed Puppy with slow acting aphrodisiacs, and she was starting to feel it. Manipulating his slaves into thinking that they were getting aroused purely from being violated was his favorite slave breaking technique. It was an amazing turn on to him, and helped them start acting like a proper slut if they believed that they naturally already were one naturally.
Brutus stopped wasting time and mounted his bitch, his paws momentarily scrabbling for purchase on her back and shoulders before he settled with one paw braced on her back and the other on the ground. He had his claws capped in preparation, so Puppy was saved from scratches.
She grunted at the sudden weight and turned her face toward Hart, her eyes scrunched shut in a wince as Brutus thrust hard against her several times before finding her pussy. She yelped silently as he pushed inside with one quick thrust and began fucking her in earnest, with no regard to Puppy's pleasure. Her breath was knocked out of her lungs at the first pump of Brutus' pelvis and her eyes flew open. They desperately met Hart's, her mouth open and gasping.
"Soon I'm sure you'll be able to cum just from his dick alone, but until you can…" Hart took a small remote labeled "Puppy" from his pocket and pushed a button.
Puppy's hips twitched forward as the stud through her clit jumped to life and began vibrating. She tried to twist away from the sensation but the spreader bar and Brutus held her still. She began to shake her head as Brutus violently fucked her, the narrow end of his dick ramming into the small space underneath her cervix. There was no real thought in his thrusts, leaving her panting as she was left unable to adjust to a rhythm. Puppy's sex was starting to twitch involuntarily with pleasure as she was fucked hard, her clit buzzing from the stud.
Hart undid his pants and freed himself, giving himself long slow strokes as he watched the red shaft plunging in and out of his new pet, "you love this don't you? You love being having a dog's cock rape your cunt, you're going to come from being bred like a bitch," he taunted as he thumbed at the head of his dick with a sigh.
As soon as he finished speaking, Puppy came hard. Her thighs jerked and legs jumped as much as they could in their bonds. She let out a heaving sob at what he'd said, horrified.
Brutus kept fucking without pause, uncaring that Puppy was now an oversensitive wreck. Hart didn't give her any mercy either, leaving the vibrating stud going without pause.
After a few minutes of this torture the girl started pounding weakly at the ground with her fists as she shook her head desperately. She her pleasure was growing again, on the edge of being painful.
And Brutus' cock was getting bigger inside her!
"Ah, is he starting to knot?" Hart asked as Puppy looked at him, her mouth slack and panting and eyes unfocused.
"In case you weren't aware, the penis' of dogs swell at the base, in order to tie themselves to their bitch before they cum. Brutus' knot grows to the size of a softball."
Puppy tugged at her hair while Brutus' knot swelled to its full size, locking himself inside of the girl's pussy. Her lips opened in a silent moan as the doberman dismounted her and faced away, his dick still firmly in place. Puppy's tail gave a feeble wag.
The engorged knot was putting constant pressure against her G-spot, and every time Brutus tested their tie by gently pulling at his cock, she shuddered. The vibrations in her oversensitive clit was sending pained pleasure throughout her body, and as Brutus rocked his knot against that sensitive spot one more time she came again, harder than she'd ever had before.
Hart followed, shooting cum across Puppy's bare lower back and ass. He took several steadying breaths through his nose and cleaned himself off before removing Puppy's leg restraints.
He moved to sit at his desk and picked up his pad as if there wasn't a girl kneeling on the floor in front of him with a dog's cock up her pussy, "once he pulls out you will be allowed to come and use the dog bed, and you might as well get comfortable because you and Brutus will be spending the day with me while I work," he paused and watched as Brutus finally tugged free.
"I will go over all the rules with you, and teach you your commands, but the most important thing for you to know right now is that if Brutus' cock ever unsheathes, you are to service him like a good bitch. It doesn't matter which hole you use, as long as you don't use your hands. The only thing you're allowed to use your hands for now is removing and replacing your tail for Brutus' use."
Puppy crawled stiffly toward the large pillow sitting at the desk, crying softly as dog cum leaked from her pussy. Hart waited until she had lied down and Brutus had joined her before he began to work.
He occasionally glanced over to where Brutus had nosed his way in between Puppy's thighs, licking his own cum from her folds. She knew better then to close her legs, and Hart spent the rest of his evening managing his affairs to the soft sounds of lapping and harsh breathing.