“Come on, Lana, you said you wanted that bike.  Just do as I say, you'll be alright.”

The young mottled brown mutt looked around the strange apartment and wondered just how much she really wanted it.

Her German Sheppard/Collie/Husky/Probably Something Else mother looked at her severely  “Lana, I didn't bring you all this way for you to chicken out at the last minute.  Lose the clothes, now!”

The little twelve year old submissively swung her flop ears down and back.  Her 'Mostly Jack Russel” father may have given her a solid body, but she didn't have near the strength to fight back against her much larger mother if she got truly upset, which she suddenly was.

Her dress hit the floor quickly and she was just as quickly hustled to an overhead bar.  Her mother demanded her wrists, which were then wrapped with leather cuffs and attached to chains that held them high above her head.  The larger mutt then squatted down and yanked her daughter's panties down her legs and off her feet.  Her left foot didn't even have a chance to touch the ground again before it was grabbed up to have her ankle wrapped in a similar cuff and pulled to the side.  Her right foot was given a similar treatment and Lana was already very uncomfortable.  Even with her long, digitigrade feet, she had to hold her legs straight out at a perfect ninety degree angle and stand high on her toes to keep pressure off of her arms.  She was already feeling overly exposed, so her tail was tightly tucked between her legs and pressed tightly against her still bald belly.

She felt something come down over her head and tried to shake it off, but her mother was easily able to work a ring into her mouth, holding her muzzle wide open as she lost her sight to the strap that wrapped around her head over her eyes.

She tried to tell her mother that she really didn't want to be there, but all she did was make guttural ooh-ing noises and create more drool, which poured out of her mouth and down her bare chest.  As a final blow to her modesty, a belt was wrapped around her waist and her tail was yanked out from her crotch to be cuffed out of the way over her back.

She was crying even before her mother slapped her hard on the rump and headed for the door  “Don't worry, Lana, your new Master is a very reasonable male.  If you obey him and learn to satisfy him properly, he may even buy you that bike!”

“Mama!  Don't leave me, Mama, please don't leave me here like this!” Is what she wanted to scream, but again she only ooh-ed and aah-ed while she drooled all over herself.

She didn't know how long she had been there, just that she didn't want to start crying again.  Her legs were burning from trying to support her body weight from their extreme angles.  Her arms instantly started throbbing when she hung her weight from them.  Her jaw and tongue hurt from trying to push whatever was holding her mouth open out of it and her eyes hurt from trying to see through the blindfold.  Her ears rang from the continued silence and she had, for the tenth time since...whenever she'd been abandoned, gone from hoping something would happen to break that silence to fearing what would happen when something did.

She adjusted her position as much as she could after she finished crying and inventoried her pains again.  She could feel every muscle in her body.  What didn't burn, throbbed, and when she was able to move to stop the throbbing, it burned and something else throbbed worse.  She was just realizing her need to pee when her tummy rumbled with hunger. 'Great, two more things to worry about!'

Now that she knew she had to, the urge to pee just wouldn't go away.  The hunger didn't bother her overmuch, as she had spent many hungry hours on the weekends waiting for her mother to come home and let her out of her locked room to feed her, but the urge to pee just kept getting worse.  She tried to close her legs to help stave it off, but there was no chance at all of that happening.  Worse, she thought that the ensuing cramping pain from her abused muscles caused her to squirt a little.

Now she was trying to cry.  If nothing else, she thought, it would help pass the time.  Besides, she was sure that she'd just peed on the floor like a feral puppy.  Her tummy rumbled again and she wondered again just how long she had been hanging there.

Surely her mother would be back by to pick her back up soon.  It was all a bad joke.  Just one more bad mind game that she wanted to play on her.  She loved to play cruel mind games on her, so this was just another one of them.  She'd be back any time now, laughing and calling her an idiot for actually believing that her mother would leave her there for some random male to do...whatever.  She really needed to pee, where was her mother?

She woke up to a slapping sound and realized that it was the sound of her pee hitting the floor.  She tried to scream, but the ring in her mouth wouldn't allow her.  She pushed up with her legs to help stop the flow, and the sudden flow of blood back into her hands started them tingling with sharp needles of pain.

She fully emptied her bladder, as it was impossible to hold it back while her body shook with heavy sobs fueled by both pain and humiliation.  The tears were still flowing as her tummy rumbled with her hunger.

“Is it really that bad?”

The male voice sliced through her psyche, showing her reserves of energy that she didn't know existed.  She screamed as much as she could, tucking her tail into her crotch and pulling her knees as far together as she could, ignoring the pain it caused her wrists and shoulders.

“Aw, you know that I've been staring at you for most of the morning, don't you?  You don't need to be hiding yourself now.”

'Most of the morning?'  Her mother had brought her over here right after school on Friday!  She screamed as he grabbed her tail and pulled it out from between her legs.  She tried with all her strength to hold it to her and keep what little modesty she had left, but as he slowly pulled it up to where he could refasten its cuff to the waist belt, she realized it took him no effort to do it, but it had to have been unfastened at some point.

He landed a hard slap right under that tail, his hand lingering to rub the sting away before landing another.  She gasped at both spanks, and moaned as her bottom was massaged.  He slapped her again, and again, just as hard, but it seemed to hurt worse with every slap.

As he massaged her bottom this time, his hand roamed further between her legs.  She let out a moaning scream when his fingers brushed her virgin puff.

“Either you like that, or you hate it.  Either way, I love the sound it makes!”

It took a great effort to stop herself from moaning at his attentions, and she wished she hadn't when he squeezed it hard between his fingers;

“I said, 'I love the way it sounds.'  If I was tired of hearing it, I would have quit doing it.  Let's see how you react to nipple clamps, you have how many?”  She whined and cried as his fingers searched her chest and belly for nubs  “Eight.  I'll be right back!”

He slapped her hard on the bottom again and she was suddenly left alone.  She had just enough time to wonder if he was coming back before there was sudden sharp pains in her top set of nipples.  She howled and screamed as the feeling that needles were being shoved into them just wouldn't stop.  She had just barely gotten control of her body when similar pains flared in the next set down.  She just hung from her wrists and took the pain as her next two sets joined in the suffering of the first two.

When she finished crying, all she wanted was something to drink and eat.  She didn't even care about the pain or that she couldn't feel her hands and feet, she just wanted to be able to drool again and have something in her stomach.  As if he read her thoughts, she felt a fine mist on her muzzle.  She tried to turn her muzzle toward it, but he kept moving it around;

“I think that's enough.  Do you want one pound or two?”

She made incoherent sounds around the ring in her mouth.

“Both?  That's what I was thinking!”

The pains in her nipples got worse as she felt his fingers below each of them, starting on top and going down, then again as she felt his hand brush her tummy.  She could barely hear his voice over her crying;

“There, one pound hanging off of each clamp, then two more hanging from the chains.  Oh, and one more thing.”

She felt something press against her around her little poof and start sucking on it.  The pressure increased more and more until it got painful.

“I'm going to go get some lunch, don't go anywhere!”

Her cries quickly receded to pitiful little moans as she wondered what she should fear more; that he may leave her hanging there for another long period of time, or that he'd come back quickly.  She let herself hang in the cuffs, for now unconcerned that her hands were numb and starting to feel like overinflated balloons.

She forced herself to take slow and shallow breaths, minimizing the pain from the pinching clamps and the weights he hung from them.  She found herself wondering what he was having for lunch and her tummy rumbled loudly.

Needle sharp tingles exploded in her hands again when she adjusted her position to stave off a cramp and she once again found herself writhing in pain, not just from her hands, but from the now swinging weights.

“Enjoying yourself?”

She shook her head and moaned

“Good, good!  Glad to hear it.  Here, let me put this down for a moment.”

She smelled something wonderful made with lemon and ginger.  Her tummy angrily roiled then heaved as she felt herself spinning.  The bile that it heaved out dripped from her muzzle, now pointed at the floor.  The pain in her nipples tripled when the pressure pulling them downward was suddenly applied in the opposite direction.

He popped the suction tube off of her cunny and she moaned as his hand rubbed it, then replaced the vacuum and pumped it back up  “I think it could use a little more time!”

She felt something slide up under her tail and her tummy suddenly cramped even worse;

“You'll probably want to hold that in, it'll get you pretty messy if you don't.”

Her hands still sparkled with painful sensation as the blood ran freely through them, but now her feet were beginning to go numb.  She was terribly hungry, her whole body ached, and now her belly was cramping with something else while her bowels tried to force the evacuation of the increasing pressure.  A voice in her head warned about wondering what could possibly make it worse, but it was too late;

“So, the guys on the internet, they think you are killer cute, by the way, have voted and they say I should use a riding crop on your inner thighs.  Remember, don't release your poo!”

She had just enough time to realize that whatever he had put inside her had worked its way so deep inside her that she didn't have to poo anymore when she felt the nozzle pull out, only to be replaced by another, larger one and another icy blast inside her.

Her moans turned to shrill screams when a loud snap was followed by a fiery sting right beside her cunny.

“Oh, that sounded nice!”

Another snap, another stinging pain on the other side.  She was already getting dizzy from the blood running to her head, and now every painful sting made it feel like it was about to explode.  They were coming fairly quick now, the burn spreading up from the base of the vee that her legs formed to where the fur started to thicken, then intensified as he worked his way back down.  She howled in pain as he worked his way up and down several more times.  She was just starting to think that she would be able to slip into unconsciousness when he stopped and spun her back upright.

Now her feet sparkled in pain as she writhed and tried in vain to not put weight on them.  Her thighs burned, her cunny throbbed and her nipples burned.  She was just noticing just how much she really needed to poo when the crop started falling again.

It made it worse that her head was actually starting to clear from her time upside down as the pain penetrated to her bones.  She suddenly realized that she wasn't being whipped anymore and that she was alone.  She cried and tried to not release her bowels as the sting subsided to an even burn.

Her stomach gurgled and rumbled, a loud belch escaping unmuffled from her open muzzle.  Her sphincter twitched and burned, trying to release the pressure behind it.  She forced it to remain closed and her guts gurgled out their protest.

She felt herself start to lower, her legs unable to support her as the rope holding her arms high loosened.  Her muzzle was held straight out by a hand pulling her hair backward and she felt something enter her mouth;

“Sucks that I won't let you watch your first blow job, doesn't it?  Don't worry, you'll be able to watch my cock rape your throat from any of three or four really good camera angles later.”

She struggled and cried as he pushed deep inside her mouth, making her gag as he hit the back of her throat.  He let her drool out her bile before poking at her gag reflex again, this time holding still as her throat spasmed.  He pulled back slightly, allowing her to ride out a coughing fit before thrusting quickly in.  She felt him penetrate what felt like several inches of her throat before pulling out and letting her cough and gag.  Another thrust, she knew deeper this time, and another chance for her stomach to try to eject what just wasn't there.

His grip tightened on the back of her head and he started gently humping, ignoring her twitching throat  and desperate gasps.  She would have howled in humiliation at the sudden loss of pressure in her bowels if she could.  She heard herself spraying her filth all over the floor and she cried more at the embarrassment of it than the raping of her throat.  She heard desperate sounds above her and her throat vacated just in time for something slimy, salty, but wonderfully wet coating her mouth and tongue.

“Let it slid down your throat, good girl!”  He shoved it in and out of her mouth and down her throat long minutes before it seemed to start to soften  “Are you thirsty?”

She nodded her head and almost immediately felt a warm stream hitting her tongue.  She gulped down three mouthfuls before she realized she was getting a strong smell of urine.  Suddenly realizing where her beverage was coming from, she tried to close her mouth and turn away, but the ring kept her from closing it and he simply grabbed her hair to keep her muzzle properly positioned to receive his pee.

“I'll let you recover for a bit.  See you in the morning!”

He left her howling and crying, wishing she could make herself throw up so she wouldn't have to kneel there knowing his seed and pee were in her tummy.

Eventually, she ran out of tears again and was left to hang in her shame and isolation.  She wished she knew how long she had been there, because she could swear it was at least two days.  

It suddenly occurred to her that she could do something now.  He had left her kneeling, all she had to do was stand up and she could untie herself and get of of there!  She tried to pull herself up by her arms, but they were too weak, so she tried to get her feet and knees into position to push herself up.  

Her feet slipped and slid on the slick floor as she tried to get purchase.  She pulled with her arms again, trying to get her feet positioned at the same time, also to no avail.  She finally had to stop her efforts and hung from the ropes, the weights on her nipples eventually stopping their swinging motion.  Where they were throbbing before, they were now throbbing and burning.  She could feel her heartbeat in her cunny now, and her thighs still throbbed from the beating they got earlier.  Her stomach rumbled again and she realized that she was now even more hungry and thirsty than before...

She had just finished crying again when his voice cut through her;

“Tired of kneeling yet?”  She sullenly nodded her head  “Alright, then, we can remedy that!”

She felt herself being pulled up by her wrists and whined at the pain.  Her ankles were detached from the ropes that held them so far apart and he helped her get them underneath her before releasing her hands.  Those he immediately fastened to the back of the collar that held her head harness in place.

She was barely able to keep her legs underneath her as she was pulled over to another part of the room by her hair and made to step over something large.  Kinda sharp, too, as she found out when her foot landed on the peak of it.

She felt the thing start to rise between her legs, forcing them apart as it raised above her knees.  It stopped as it contacted her crotch and she felt her ankles being pushed apart.  When the tube popped off of her cunny, she was unable to push them together.

She was glad when he first removed the clamps from her nipples, but couldn't believe the pain that shot through them two seconds afterward.  She was still screaming and crying from the pain when she felt the thing between her legs push her higher.

It was instant pain in her groin, a feeling like she was being cut in half.  She pushed her tired legs to their limit as she stood high on her toes to get away from the sharp plank.  Her legs shook as she tried to hold her position, but she couldn't hold herself up long before having to lower herself back to the painful seat.

As she did, it raised higher, lifting her toes off the ground.  She screamed and shook her head, but she continued to rise.  She didn't think it could get worse, but he had appaently attached heavy weights to her ankles that pulled her down onto the pointed perch even harder.

When she finally finished screaming and crying, it felt like the thing had sliced into her clear up to her ribcage.  She tried to keep her breathing even and her body completely still, but it was hard.  Her legs felt like they were being stretched to the breaking point and she couldn't help but to try to pull them back up.  It was a mistake every time, but she kept doing it, causing more cutting pain to shoot up through her body from her most intimate area.

“Good morning!”

She thought she finally had her body under control, but she jumped at his voice and the shift in her weight on the plank resulted in a painful eternity as she rocked back and forth on the sharp edge.  Just as she thought the worst was over, fire cut across her back.

She screamed and squirmed as it continued to burn, not even noticing the pain in her groin.  A second slash flared up just as she was recovering from the first.  Unfortunately for her, the effects of twisting and rubbing on her seat started to make itself known.  A third slash cut across almost without a change in her vocalizations.  She was given just enough time to be glad that it was over when a fourth and fifth cut across her back in the opposite direction.

She slowly came back to consciousness knowing something was wrong.  She hurt, all over, but especially in her groin and on her back.  She couldn't feel her legs or move her arms.  A quick struggle to find out why resulted in more pain than she was ready for and she felt bladder empty, seemingly of its own accord.  When she finished crying, her tummy rumbled and she realized how thirsty she was.

She felt like she'd been there for days, just hurting.  She tried to remember a time that she wasn't in pain, but couldn't.  Oh, sure, she was a kid once, playing innocently in the fields, right?  No, she was a kid, sure, but she never got to play much.  She went to school, came home, was sometimes fed before her mother locked her in her room, and eventually went to sleep so that she could get up and do it again the next day.

She remembered her mother telling her she was actually a lost princess left with a nanny while her real parents saved the world, then laughing hard because she actually believed it.  She remembered all the times her mother got her to do menial labor at the promise of a reward, then having to be happy with a quarter, or a cookie.  She remembered the times that she refused to play along and her mother would reach into the closet and pull out a doll or something else she really wanted and lock her in her room so that it could be returned to the store.  She usually went to sleep hungry after such things.

Hungry.  So hungry!  Thirsty, too.  She hoped when he came back that he had to pee again.  She wondered if he'd give her something to eat, too.  She realized what she was thinking, and what it could mean, but she didn't care.  She was so hungry, she'd eat it gladly, then try to thank him!

She felt motion and realized when the weights hit the floor that she was being lowered.  He was back, and apparently letting her off the terrible seat.  Her toes touched the floor and pain flared worse in her groin.  She cried at the pain, but there were happy tears also!  He continued to lower her until she found herself on her knees

“Thirsty?”

She hesitated only a moment before nodding her head

“Are you going to drink it all this time?”

She nodded her head again until he grabbed onto her hair, holding her muzzle upward, and the warm smelly fluid started slowly filling her mouth.  It was difficult to swallow without pushing some back out, but he kept the flow slow enough that she was able to manage.  Her flare of pride when he patted her head and called her a “good girl' was followed by a surge of the worst humiliation she had ever experienced.

She felt him playing around at her feet, then she was hauled to them and hustled over somewhere to be laid on her back.  Her legs were pulled far above her and tied off again at a wide angle.  She felt her nipples being pinched in that way that she knew the clamps were back on them.  The pain was worse than the first time, and her screams gave the pain justice  He didn't stop with her nipples.  She felt similar pinches on her cunny and the bruised puff was suddenly pulled wide by two clamps on the top and two on the bottom.  He pulled them tighter and tighter as she screamed and cried, sure that the flaps of flesh were about to rip off her body.  A fifth clamp crushed her clitty and it was just as cruelly pulled upward.

She gasped and moaned for several minutes as she waited for the pain to subside.  It seemed like she was there for hours and it just kept feeling like her most intimate skin was still ripping off her body.

“Would you like those clamps taken off?”

She nodded her head vigorously.

“I'll take them off after I rape your ass.  There's something you need to do first, though.  If you don't eat it all, we'll try again in the morning.  Do you understand?”

Her tummy roiled at the word “eat” and she nodded her head just as vigorously as before.

“Good girl, now hold your muzzle like this.  Remember, if you eat it all, I'll rape your ass and remove the clamps.  If you let it drop, you're here all night with those clamps and elastic cords pulling at your cunny.  Here it comes!”

She kept her position as well as she could until she smelled something terribly putrid and something warm hit her tongue.  She knew what it was, and couldn't help but to gag and toss her head to the side, ejecting his filth and throwing up a little bit of pee.

“Aw, what a shame!  Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm still going to rape your ass.”

She hoped he was kidding, but it wasn't long before she felt something warm and slick at her nether hole.

“The lube I use has a bit of muscle relaxant in it, so resist all you want.  Eventually, your sphincter will relax just enough that I can cram into you, but it'll still feel like I'm shoving a burning log inside you.”

He continued to poke and wiggle under her tail, occasionally pushing a little harder.  She was actually angry, and refused to simply let him do what he threatened to do.  There was a warm feeling that was starting to penetrate inside her, and she was feeling a whole lot like she had to go to the bathroom.

“Feels like it's loosening up!  Are you ready?”

Her breathing quickened and she clamped down harder, or at least she thought she had.  She felt him quickly slide inside her and had just enough time to wonder how when the pain hit her.  He wasn't lying, it burned, it stung, it burned more, and it felt like she was being ripped in half!

She howled as he pulled out and rammed in again.  It felt like he was compressing her insides into her ribcage and he was matching her screams and cries with happy words and pleasurable moans.  Sore muscles pulled at their bonds, but they didn't move.  She tried to keep her hips still, but she couldn't help but to try to wiggle away, causing the elastic cords to pull even more cruelly at her clamped cunny and nipples.  The male continued to pound away at her rectum, occasionally pulling out, exclaiming about how cool it was to see her hole twitch and try to close before thrusting back in and enjoying her loosening hole.

She gave up physically and mentally and resigned herself to her painful fate, which apparently annoyed the male, because he started slapping her belly and plucking at the pulling cords;

“Looks like these are getting a little loose, maybe I should tighten them up a bit?”

She felt her skin being pulled tighter as he was finally able to hilt and thrust hard against her bruised groin, apparently delighting at the loud slapping noises.  Again, he pounded her hard, then pulled out, thrust back in and pounded hard again.  She was sure that she had a fully bruised belly, inside and out,  by the time he exploded inside her.

He stayed where he was at for several seconds before pulling out and scratching at her thighs, something she enjoyed far more than she would ever want to admit.

“Oh, that's lovely!  Wait until you see the video of my cum flowing out of your stretched hole, you'll love it!  At least, I hope you will, I think it's really cool.  I wonder how long it'll be before you're waterproof again?  Well, we'll see in the morning, maybe!”

He found it hilarious, but it just extinguished any hope she had that it was all a bad joke.  She knew it had only been a few minutes since he walked away, but left blindfolded and in silence, it may as well have already been hours.  She tried to think about anything but the pain burning into her from her sensitive, used to be secret skin, but quickly let it distract her from remembering what she would have to do to make it stop.  That, of course, reminded her tummy that it hadn't been fed in...how many days?  It was going to be a long night.

She did fall asleep at some point, but quickly woken back up by the relaxing of her body increasing the pressure from the clamps.  Unfortunately, her muscles were also completely worn out and she couldn't push herself back off of the table to give them slack again.  Eventually, she dozed back off, but again, she shifted in her sleep and the surge of excruciating pain woke her up immediately.  She had strength in her body now, so she was able to lift up and relieve the pressure, but it had the opposite effect that she wanted.  It was also unfortunate that as soon as the pain began to fade, so did her strength, and her bits were pulled tight all over again.

“Are you ready for breakfast?”

Her tummy rumbled and she once again hated herself for being glad that he was there as she nodded her head.

“Good!  Open wide!  Oh, nevermind, you already are.”

She held her head still and waited for the awful thing to come.  She was just starting to hope it was a joke after all when the warm, rancid substance hit her tongue.  She shivered and tried to not gag as it sat on her tongue.

“Oh, that's disgusting, you should be so ashamed of yourself right now!”

She had a momentary temptation to spit it out, but she knew she couldn't stand so much as another hour of the awful burn that consumed her most personal places.

“Come on, Darling, the faster you choke it down, the faster the taste is gone.”

She had to use her tongue to mash it and work it down to her throat, which made it impossible for her to not taste it.  Really, the taste wasn't as bad as she expected, but the texture was as disgusting as she imagined.

“Choking it down” was the proper way to put it as her mouth and throat were so dry that if his poo was just a little dryer, she wouldn't have been able to swallow it.  She worked at it slowly, though, and was able to get it all down.

“Very nice!  Something to wash it down with?”

She nodded her head and held her muzzle to receive his urine.  She realized with another shot of humiliation that she had gotten used to its taste and actually appreciated the drink.

“Just one more thing to take care of!”

It felt like he shoved a baseball bat up her bruised rectum, but his pelvis impacting her groin proved it wasn't.  He pumped her hard and fast for nearly a minute before pausing to take the clamps off of her top set of nipples.

She screamed as he rubbed and pinched them.  When she ran out of screams, he moved down to the next set.  Once again, he pinched and rubbed them as she wiggled and screamed, then on the third set.

“Oh, that's so good, keep it up!”

He pulled the clamps off of her last set of nipples and pinched and rubbed the pain out of them before starting to pinch and pull random nipples, causing her to wiggle and squirm.

“Keep it up, Baby, I'm getting close!”

She suddenly realized that he was making her get him off while her body responded to his not so gentle attentions.  She just wished that she could make herself stop.  She was almost able to when he suddenly released all four clamps from her cunny.  The surge of tingle and burn that flared up had her bucking and twisting and the male in her ass screamed out his appreciation as he held on climaxed hard.

“Oh, good girl, wonderful girl!  Thank you SO much!  Oh, you wonderful, beautiful girl!”

He pulled out and simply disappeared, leaving her to wonder just what was going to happen next.  Most of her body had quit aching, so she actually fell into a restful sleep.

She woke up while being laid down on her belly.  She didn't know where she was at now, but she thought she had been moved.  As her arms were pulled down and attached to something, she realized that she was laying on the flat peak of a horse.

“Are you awake?”

She nodded her head.

“Good.  You were so knocked out, I was afraid I'd have to take your virginity without you!  Well, the flogging would probably have woken you up anyway.”

She didn't struggle as he fastened her legs to the horse and unsnapped her tail.

“Whoops, going to have to hold your tail up for a while longer!”

He did just that as he once again fastened clamps to her cunny and hung heavy weights off of them.  He scratched her head and neck while she moaned and cried out the new pain.

His hands disappeared from her body and he seemed to purposely 'think out loud' as he selected his next tool of pain  “...Flat Cat O' Nine or riding crop?  I can't decide, so I guess it'll have to be both!”

She suddenly felt deep, stinging pains across wide swaths of her back.  When her tail flew up to try to protect it, the stinging moved to her rump and bottom.  She moaned and squirmed as he worked up and down her body.  It hurt, but it wasn't overwhelming.  She almost wished it was, it would probably have been easier if he had just gone past her limits and lost her in a fog of terrible pain, but instead he hurt her just enough to keep her fighting, her jumping and squirming of course making the weights attached to her most personal flesh pull and swing.

She suddenly realized that it had stopped, just in time for an intense sting on her thigh.  It was more of the same, her tail flailing and trying to protect her sensitive skin, but the crop chasing close behind, snapping and leaving burning skin in its wake.  Again, he seemed to know her limits and stopped just short of pushing her past them while he turned the insides of her thighs to flame and burn.

The stings stopped and she felt his hand on her groin, his finger wiggling inside her surprisingly wet puff.  She moaned and pushed back into his probing finger  “Oh, feeling a bit randy now, are we?”

Her face and ears burned as she realized what she was doing, but she was tired of being scared and humiliated, so she nodded her head and pushed back into his paw  “Well, then, let's get on with this, shall we?”

She shook her head  “No?  Why not?  Not hurting enough?”  She raised her muzzle and moved her head like she was trying to shake something off  “You want the blindfold removed?”  She nodded her head enthusiastically  “I'm sorry, I can't.”

He had been moving into position as they were talking, getting his tip lined up with her virgin cunny.  At his last words, he pushed forward slowly  “Relax, Darling, relax!”  He actually sounded sincere at his previous statement, and his gentle shushing and comforting words made her feel like he honestly cared about her.

It was little consolation as she felt something way too big for her body pressing at her maidenhead as the weights continued to dangle from her stretched labia, but still a consolation.  She was just old enough to dream about how it was going to happen.  She had pictured an older male, simply because she associated too much with boys her own age and didn't think that kind of relationship would be appropriate.  Oh sure, she'd played pivot for a couple of circle jerks, even sucked several of her friends off and let them lick and paw her to orgasm, but to actually have one under her tail?  No.  That was going to be reserved for...

“Picture it, Svetlana.  How did you want it to be?  I can't remove your hood, I really can't.  I will, however, give you a few moments to picture your dream in your head.  You're old enough that I'm sure you've thought about it, think about it now.  Was it on a mountain?”  She shook her head  “On a beach?”  She nodded her head  “Good, on a beach, with a boy from school...no?  An older male?  Good, we got that covered!  So we're on a beach at low tide, the waves gently lapping the shore under a full moon...”

She allowed his oration to take her there, the pains all over her body becoming meaningless as her mind pictured her ideal Mate, his long hair perfectly black even though he was greying at the muzzle.  He had actually carried her to their spot under the dune that he had taught her how to properly howl at the rising full moon, inviting it into the October sky.  He kissed and licked her, his claws lightly scraping through her fur, the real pains on her body turning into strands of fire wherever they dragged.  His yellow eyes locked with her sky blue ones one last time before he rolled her over “You're so beautiful, but I need to do this the natural way.”  She'd forgive him, of course, he was already risking being ejected from the pack just being with an outsider, he didn't need the onus of rejecting their ways.

Her tail moved aside to allow him in in her fantasy and her real tail followed suit, giving her real lover the indication he wanted  “I love you so much, my beautiful Svetlana!”

He pushed forward, tearing the last vestiges of her innocence.  She screamed and moaned, seeming to taste the blood that would certainly be running down her leg soon.  He moved slowly and gently, mostly in and out, but occasionally wiggling, trying to allow her to get used to him before getting serious.  She appreciated it greatly, and allowed herself to be kept in her fantasy scene by his growling voice praising and comforting her.

He paused when he reached the bottom of her canal, then wiggled and twisted a little more to cram the rest of his length inside her.  She was still crying, but not desperately so, so he continued to lick and nibble her ears, growling low and soft.  Lana finally settled down and muttered happy words back at him, allowing him into her fantasy.

He pulled all the way out and had to slowly work his way back in, her small, virgin body resisting being stretched as far as he needed it to be.  He bottomed out and wiggled some more, pulling only a couple inches out and pushing back in several times.  When she seemed to yield a little better, he pulled out a little further and repeated his thrusting and wriggling.  He took his time, gently opening her up, but as soon as he seemed to be able easily move, he grabbed a handful of her hair and started thrusting.

She went from moan to scream as he pounded harder and faster, but she didn't know whether it was from the pain or the intense, overwhelming sensation his movement was causing.  It wasn't long before there wasn't any separation between the two.

He went back and forth between pounding her and slowly stroking in and out, vociferously enjoying the changes in her vocalizations as he did so.  She found herself doing the same, somehow becoming proud of herself that she could bring such joy to someone.  It was both a joy and a disappointment when he swelled and burst inside her.

He laid on her back panting and whispering praises and compliments in her ear as she tried to not feel proud and loved.  She failed, and found herself appreciating his consideration of pushing her into her favorite Virginity Lost fantasy.  She nuzzled back at him, wondering if there was anything left for him to take, or if she was officially devoid of any pride whatsoever.

“Just in time!  One last show and then it's payday.”

Svetlana recognized her mother's scent, and since it had occurred to her that there was one thing that hadn't happened to her yet, her tongue reached out before she had to be told.  The wet feel and musky, sweet taste that greeted it wasn't as objectionable as she expected, so she explored the older female's body gladly.

“I think she likes it!”  The voices rang out in unison, and Lana couldn't help but grin.  Her mother was quickly moaning her pleasure, and the claws slowly scratching her head and ears felt wonderful.  She did her best, trying to mimic what she did to herself with her fingers to bring as much pleasure to her mother as she could with her tongue.

“I love you, Mama.”  It wasn't always true, but she never meant it more than now.  She had nothing left inside her to object to what was happening, so she allowed herself to enjoy the new tastes and sensations, and absolutely enjoyed her mother's reactions to her attentions.  The older female moaned and pulled the girl's muzzle tighter to her crotch

“Oh, Baby, I love you too!”  Her mother sounded like she meant it more than anything she'd ever told her before and Svetlana's body tingled as she began to cry with a flood of emotions.  “That's good, Lana, oh, good girl, make Mama proud!”

She did the best she could to do just that, actually feeling disappointment when she felt the male vacate her body  “It's alright, Lana, there will be others, I'm sure!”

So she did actually whine audibly when it happened, but that wasn't important.  Her hands were untied and she reached them around to hug her mother's hips.  She scratched the older females rump as her tongue reached as far as possible into the velvety cavity, bringing wonderful noises from her throat.  She was rewarded by a flood of viscous musk as her mother screamed and moaned, pulling her muzzle tight against her crotch until became painful.

“Oh, gawd, Lana, that was incredible!”  The blindfold came off after she heard a door open and close and Lana blinked in the mercifully dim light.  She was untied, her mother still shaking with emotion and weakness, but helping her stand on her own shaky legs.  She was immediately pulled into a tight hug and treated to a deep, loving kiss.  “Are you alright, Lana?”

“I think so, Momma.”

“Good.”  She was guided to a simple bathroom where her mother helped her shower and dry off, the Sheppard mix hugging her daughter tight after dropping an almost too short dress over her head  “Let's get you to school.”

Svetlana looked at her mother  “School?  Really?  It hurts to just stand here, Mama!”

Her mother ran a tender hand down her muzzle  “I'm sorry, Honey, but if my plans for next month go through, you'll need all of your sick days intact.”

The almost teen sighed heavily, but felt a deep warmth.  Her mother could be cruel, and many of her great rewards weren't so great, but the way she failed to make a promise, something truly great was almost certainly in the works!  “Can I at least have a pair of panties?”

The black muzzle simply smiled back at her  “No.”