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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. It did NOT happen. I do not know Dove Cameron, nor do I make any money from the distribution of this story.

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Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. It did NOT happen. I, the author of this story in no way, shape or form wish to see any event pertained herein to actually befall the aforementioned celebrity. Nor do I condone rape, torture or bestiality. This is just a dark fantasy from the deepest recesses of my twisted brain. I apologize if it gives any offence. It is merely meant to arouse and entertain. Finally, I do not know Dove Cameron, nor do I make any money from the distribution of this story.
Chatper 3: Training a Bitch
Dove was woken up the morning after the most humiliating day of her life by a boot nudging her ribs. “Wake up, Bitch. I won’t call you again.” Carl snapped a leash onto her collar as she blinked her eyes open. He gently stroked the matted hair from her face, crouching over her and smiling. “You need to pee, girl? Come on, let’s get you out. We’ve got a long day of training ahead of us.”
Dove didn’t move, tears again filled her eyes when she looked up and saw the sadistic grin on Carl’s face and realized it hadn’t been a dream. “Please…” she sobbed, “just let me go…”
Instantly Carl’s face transformed. He stood up, his demeanor darkening. “I warned you about talking…” He removed a small black remote from his pocket. “This is a training remote, Bitch. Talk again, or fail to listen to my commands, and you get a shock. Some,” he said, mashing the button, “are light.”
“Ow!” Dove cried, jumping in surprise when a little jolt of electricity shocked her neck. It was a burst about the equivalent of sticking your tongue on a nine-volt battery, just enough to sting and say “hey,” but not enough to do any permanent damage. She lifted a concerned, mitten covered hand to her neck, giving him a shocked look. “This fucker is serious,” she thought…
“Trust me, you don’t want the punishment setting. Now let’s go have that piss before my patience grows thin.” He then yanked on the leash as he turned towards the door, indicating she better follow.
When the leash went taut, Carl gave it an agitated pull, looking back. “I can see now, you’re going to be a very troublesome bitch, aren’t you?” Dove had curled up and turned away from him. “Ok… But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He went back, grabbing a handful of her hair and dragged her kicking, and screaming from his room.
She fought him every inch of the way as he yanked her hair and pulled her bodily through his house then out onto the grass near his front door. Once there, he cranked the shock collar up to six and mashed the button. A loud, primal scream issued forth from Dove. Her whole body went rigid and her limbs shook as she bounced around on the ground.
Carl held the button, till she lost all control of her body. Dove’s bladder and bowls emptied, spraying their contents in a wide arc all over his lawn. After she’d pissed and shit herself, just for good measure, he mashed it again. Again, she screamed and shook as electricity jolted through her tender young body. “You about ready to start cooperating again?”
“Y…E…S…” she screamed. “Please… stop….”
“Yes? Please? You’re forgetting yourself, Bitch…” he said, in a disappointed tone. He lifted the remote and again mashed the button. She screamed, and again twitched about on his lawn as the collar delivered its volts. “How about now?”
“A…r…f…” she responded, in a weak and weary voice. She’d lost any and all will to disobey. There was no way she could fight him. She’d have to hold out hope of being rescued… and now, thirty-six hours and hundreds of miles from where she’d been abducted, that hope seemed slim at best.
“Good girl,” Carl responded. He tied her leash to a post out front as he went and fetched a garden hose. Dove was so out of it from the electric shocks, she didn’t even realize what was going on till the ice-cold water hit her in the face. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He sprayed her down, washing the previous day’s mess from her body, as well as the mess from her soiling herself just now.
Afterwards, he dried her off and took her back inside. Zeus looked up from where he sat near the couch but didn’t get up. “Now,” Carl continued, “let’s get on with your training. You going to cooperate, Bitch?”
“Ruff, ruff,” Dove responded dully, sitting up on her ass.
“You don’t seem very enthusiastic…do you need more motivation?” He asked, fetching the remote from his pocket.
Fear washed over Dove’s face. She tried again with enthusiasm. “Ruff… ruff, ruff!” she exclaimed, shaking her ass enthusiastically. Her tiny, but round perfect bottom swished in the air back and forth as she tried her best to emulate a dog wagging its tail.
“That’s better.” Carl pulled over a kitchen chair and unhooked her leash. He picked up a silver whistle and a big rubber ball from the table and sat at his chair in the living room. He rolled the ball along the floor to the middle of the room, then looked down at Dove, blew the whistle once, and called out clearly, “fetch!”
For half a second Dove met his gaze, her eyes asking, “are you fucking serious?”
But, before she could blink, Carl gave her a low-level shock with the collar. “I said, fetch! Now go get it, Bitch!”
Dove jumped in surprise as the voltage hit her neck. It was just enough to let her know how much worse it would be if she failed to obey. She hopped up off her ass and padded on all fours over to where the ball sat. It was fucking humiliating, she sniffled and tears again formed in her eyes, but all the same, she crouched over the ball and attempted to pick it up with her teeth.
It turned out to be much harder to pick a ball up off the floor with her mouth than Dove ever thought. Not that she’d ever considered it before coming to this hell. She opened her mouth and tried to sink her teeth in so she could lift it, only to have the ball scoot forward just out of her reach.
Again, she leaned in, trying to bite it, and again, it rolled just out of reach. It seemed impossible to open her mouth wide enough to grab the ball before it got away from her. She needed some leverage, something restraining the ball so she could get it in her mouth. So, she began scooting it across the floor with her nose.
As soon as she started drifting towards the wall, Carl grew impatient. He lifted the remote and gave her a level 2 shock. “I said, fetch, not screw around!”
Dove jumped and whined. It was a hopeless, pathetic sound. She fell to her knees, whimpering like a child and received a second jolt for her troubles. Sobbing and with tears again trailing down her cheeks, she leaned over the ball and again tried to pick it up. Only to have it roll out of reach.
“Nooo!” she wailed, banging a plastic mittened “paw” against the floor.
Carl ramped the volts up to level 3 and again shocked the sobbing starlet. Level 3 was more than just a simple “hey you’re doing something wrong.” It was the first real punishment setting and it sent a painful jolt streaking through the blonde. “No talking, Bitch. Now, fetch me the ball or I’ll remind you what level 6 feels like.”
Dove was now in tears. They streamed down her face, both from the humiliation of what she was being forced to do, as well as from the pain of the shocks she’d received. Hanging her head with a sad little mewling sound, she leaned over the ball and attempted to pick it up. This time, though, as she crouched over it, an idea came to her. She opened her mouth and pressed her thick lips to its surface, then sucked down hard. The suction held the ball in her mouth and gave her enough time to time to tilt her head back and settle her lips and teeth into it so she could carry it back.
With a more energetic gait, she padded back to Carl and placed the ball at his feet. “Arf!” she barked eagerly, sitting up and wagging her ass triumphantly. Her naked little butt dragged back and forth over the carpet as she again emulated a dog. She sat up on her knees, her bottom unconsciously shifting back and forth as she waited for her next command.
“Good girl,” Carl commended, patting her head like a loving master. He offered her a chewy dog treat, holding it out to her at the tip of his fingers.
Dove took the treat and chewed on it, feeling almost happy that she had accomplished her task. Or at least pleased that she wouldn’t be punished for failure.
Carl then scooped up the ball and again rolled it across the floor. He looked dispassionately at the bitch, blew the whistle and called, “fetch.”
Dove scampered across the floor and used the same method to retrieve the ball, popping it into her mouth and returning to her master’s side. She sat on her butt and deposited it at his feet. Her little ass wiggled, she wore a happy smile, and gave him an affectionate “arf.”
Her efforts were met with the same response from her master, a quick word of praise, a treat and a pat on her head, followed by Carl again rolling the ball across the floor. Over the next two hours, he played fetch with her and taught her several more verbal commands, forcing her to respond using the shock collar’s lower setting whenever she drifted. It soon became clear to the young starlet that she was to be a sort of house pet. The thought was more than a little disheartening.
After that, they broke for lunch. Carl poured her a bowl of dog food and filled her water dish and issued her a command indicating that she was free to run and play around as she wanted for the time being. With a resounding sob, Dove choked down the dog food and lapped up her water. It was certainly a degrading form of existence, but she took some hope in the thought that as long as she obeyed, she wouldn’t be punished. But Carl was clearly a psychopath and she desperately wondered how long behaving would keep him from further torturing her.
Once she’d eaten, she crawled into the living room, looking miserable, and curled up on the floor in front of a pair of tall windows that looked out at the front yard. It helped her to see outside and look up at the blue sky. Tears filled her eyes, but she dared not sob or cry out. With great effort, she reigned in her emotions. Eventually, she closed her eyes, rested her head on her “paws,” and drifted off. The past two days had been trying, to say the least, and she was emotionally and physically exhausted.
She awoke in the early evening to the shrill sound of the silver whistle. “Bitch,” Carl commanded, “come!” It took her about two seconds to comprehend what was going on, but as soon as she did, Dove hopped up on all fours and crawled over to Carl. “Sit,” he commanded, and she plopped down on her ass. “Good girl,” he said, holding out a doggy treat to her in his fingers.
Tentatively, and with much trepidation, she reached forward and took it from his outstretched hands with her mouth. The idea of eating dog food had still not completely taken root in her mind and as such she still had to force herself to eat it. It was chewy and gross, but she gobbled it down and swallowed it for fear of retribution should she not. “Arf!” she added, again wiggling her ass with all the enthusiasm of a happy little dog.
For the rest of the day, till late into the night, they worked on verbal command training. Over and over, he’d command her to sit, to come, to roll over, beg, play dead, and to fetch. He taught her to heel and to come outside to pee, even to bark on command. Her human brain picked things up much faster than a dog ever could, but human inhibitions and humility kept her from responding quite as enthusiastically as a dog might. By the time it grew very late, Carl appeared content that she knew the commands, but seemed disappointed in how eagerly she executed them.
Carl could see that Dove, despite a long nap, was tired after an exhaustive day of training. The trials that she’d experienced the past two days were weighing heavily on her. But he could also see that slowly, her will was breaking. He knew from past experience that soon she’d obey his every order if only to avoid punishment and, before that time came, he wanted to see the fear and despair shine out of her eyes. He sat down on the couch as she lay by the window, watching the darkness outside. “Bitch,” he commanded, “come!”
“I hope he doesn’t expect me to fetch that fucking ball again,” she thought to herself, with an internal sigh. With little enthusiasm, and plenty of weariness, she hopped up on all fours and crawled next to Carl’s feet.
“Sit,” he ordered, withdrawing what looked like a thin silver chain from his pocket.
Dove plopped down on her ass, raising her head and looking up at him with her big green eyes, while placing her hands palms down on the floor in front of her. “Arf!” she responded, with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
“Stay,” Carl said, as he leaned forward. He reached toward her and Dove could see the thin metal chain in his hand. She had a bad feeling about this but dared not move for fear of being shocked. She had learned the hard way today that there were a lot of very painful settings between the “heads up” jolt of a level 1 shock and the extremely painful cattle prod like level 6 setting. So, she sat very still as he raised the chain up to her nose.
She didn’t move, even as she felt two prongs enter her nostrils. It wasn’t until she felt the clamp tightening in place that she began to panic and pull away. “Freeze!” Carl said menacingly, “unless you want another jolt…” She swallowed nervously and tears filled her eyes as she forced herself to hold perfectly still while the clamp pinched her septum in a painful embrace.
When Carl sat back, there was a ring clamp firmly grasping the cartilage just inside her nose. Attached to it was a thin metal chain. He ordered her to move back several feet, then to turn to her left so she was on her knees facing sideways to him. “Down,” he ordered, meaning he wanted her face planted on the floor.
It was all so terribly humiliating, and more tears fell to her cheeks as she lowered her chest to the floor. Her big, perky boobs mashed against the floor and she whimpered a feeble sob as her lips trembled sadly. But there she was, on her knees, ass in the air and face pressed to the carpet. The sexy platinum blonde haired starlet, totally naked and on display for the creepy psycho who’d kidnapped and tortured her.
She turned her head in shame, the humiliation rendering her unable to look at the man who was forcing her to do such demeaning acts. But, as she tried to turn away, the chain on her nose went taut, and Carl gave it a firm yank, forcing her to continue facing his way.
He met her gaze, watching as the tears in her eyes trailed down her cheeks and feeling not one ounce of remorse. “Zeus!” He called, “come!” The big mastiff padded into the living room and sat on the floor at his master’s feet. Carl’s face was a blank, emotionless mask as he began to gently stroke the top of the huge dog’s head, while his gaze never left hers.
For several long minutes Carl stared unabashedly into Dove’s hopeless, tear filled eyes and reveled at the look of defeat and humiliation he saw. She began to sob violently. It was just what Carl wanted to see. He took a deep inhalation of breath and his cock began to swell in his pants. The fear grew in her gaze. She blinked fresh tears as her lips trembled uncontrollably. Her whole body shook as she cried under his cold, unflinching eyes. He could tell she wanted to know what horrifying debasement he would force upon her next but was far too terrified to speak.
“Zeus,” he called again, “lick.” Carl’s expression wavered not even in the slightest. Even as Dove’s eyes widened in terror.
“No…please…” she whispered.
Despite breaking the rules about speaking, the young starlet wisely knew better than to move. She forced herself to remain perfectly still, even as the big dog hopped up, gave an enthusiastic yelp and circled in behind her. Terror filled her young body; it consumed her gaze. Fresh hot tears of indignity rolled down her cheeks. Forgetting herself, she again tried to turn away at least to spare herself from those cold, callous, eyes, but again, she was yanked back by a quick pull of the chain.
“You’re going to look at me, Bitch,” Carl said, in a calm, sinister voice. “And don’t try closing your eyes. It’ll only delay what’s going to happen here and force me to bind your arms, force your legs apart, and tape your eyelids open.”
Every horrible thing she’d experienced up to this point paled in comparison to the shame and horror she felt as Zeus pressed his cold nose to her anus. A profound sense of pure terror shot through her whole body as Dove realized for the first time why Carl had really brought her here. Bitch. She was to become a bitch. Not to him, Carl’s pleasure was in watching. She would be Zeus’s bitch and this sick fucking asshole was going to watch!
“No!” she screamed, trying to stand up, to shimmy away, anything to get away from the big dog.
Carl grinned. Zeus growled low and fierce, baring his teeth. He hopped up on her back, before she could stand, slamming the tiny starlet back to the floor using his weight and superior strength. “I’d be careful if I were you, Bitch. Alphas don’t take kindly to their bitches trying to get away. He’d just as soon rip your throat out as let you go…”
Dove froze. He may be psychotic, but she believed him. Without Carl to restrain him Zeus would do what he’d been bred to. He’d fucking kill her… So, back on her knees, she remained still, perfectly motionless, submissive to the big dog’s will.
The huge mastiff scrambled off her back, leaving scrape marks and drawing a tiny amount of blood where his paws had raked across her tender flesh. She cried out in pain but didn’t dare move as the dog again pressed his nose against her butthole. “God…please…why is this happening?” she cried desperately.
Shame and fear burned clear in the blonde’s pretty, green eyes. Tears trailed across her cheeks and she trembled when, again, Zeus’s big, course tongue took a long slow lick through the folds of her pussy. “Please…Carl… you don’t have to do this…call him off, I’ll do anything…”
Carl could see that omission had cost her dearly. He believed she would do anything he wanted if he called Zeus off. Unfortunately for the tiny blonde, what he wanted was to watch the huge mastiff debase this sexy starlet. Staring into her desperate eyes, he unzipped his jeans and fished his cock out from inside. “No,” he said calmly, as he began to stroke it slowly up and down.
Dove whimpered pathetically as Carl began to stroke his dick. At the same time, Zeus became more animated in his licking. His tongue was huge and fat, rough like some weird soft sandpaper but, most off all, it was relentless. Up and down, in and out he lapped at her cunt, alternating between burying it inside her and slapping hungrily at her slit.
Soon, the big dog was huffing and whining in pleasure. He buried his snout between her butt cheeks and began taking short, quick laps deep into her cunt and all she could do was stay there and take it. Kneeling there, being forced to watch as Carl stroked his prick, feeling Zeus’s tongue invade her insides made her nauseated. A shudder of revulsion rippled down her spine at feeling his nose brushing against her anus, his drool dribbling down her thighs and, worst of all, feeling her juices beginning to flow.
It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, the tenacity of that tongue. Up and down it stroked her clit, parting her fat pussy lips and probing inside her. It smacked against her clit again and again at such a rapid pace. Dove felt her pussy clench in desire. At the same time, she felt like she was going to puke. But then, Zeus pressed closer. He huffed, taking in deep lustful breaths and shoved his tongue deep into her cunt.
The dog’s lapping became more intense, his tongue was buried in her pussy and, with each lick, each whine, each thrust of his snout against her ass, Dove began to rock back and forth. It felt good and, at the same time sickening. His tongue slid over her taint, briefly touching her asshole then it hit her clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight down her spine. She gasped in delight and arched her back.
The omission of pleasure colored her cheeks red in shame. She glanced at the floor, humiliated. At this point, Dove had little doubt where this was heading, and she was completely powerless to stop it. All she could do was kneel there and hope this nightmare would be over soon. Her head hanging, she caught a glimpse of Zeus from between her arms. Already, she could see his big, fleshy, red rocket poking free of its sheath.
A quick jerk of the chain brought her gaze back to Carl. Tears ran down her face and he met her gaze with the same stony, emotionless deadpan as before. Then, without a sliver of emotion in his voice called, “mount.”
The tiny, blonde haired starlet had just enough time to release a verbal sob of emotion before she felt the big dog crawling over her back. Again, his claws scraped against her tender flesh, causing her to cry out in pain. Then, she felt the dog’s furry stomach slide across her back, felt his forepaws drape to either side of her waist and then his snout press against her cheek. She smelled the stink of his breath mixed with the distinctive scent of her own pussy, as he began to thrust against her backside.
Zeus began to whine in her ear as he thrust wildly against her, looking for his target. Thin, milky precum began to squirt all over her twat, her ass, and her stomach as he moved. “No, God… please…” she called again, as Carl again yanked the chain to get her attention.
The crazy redneck’s dark eyes were silently studying her, while his hand moved in a steady rhythm up and down on his prick. His face was emotionless, but his breathing had quickened. He sat lower on the couch now and his focus was only on the show going on in front of him. Briefly, she saw him lick his lips and tease the head of his prick.
Zeus continued to fumble behind her. His soft, furry stomach sliding back and forth over her back. She felt his huge, slimy, cum squirting cock bump against her stomach. Thin, watery precum sprayed across her chest. She felt it bump against her ass, then her thighs, it rubbed over her swollen cunt lips. He began to whine in frustration as he continued his wild search for her tight, young pussy and all the while, Carl watched her. His cold, callous eyes never left hers. He wasn’t interested in when or how long it might take Zeus to find her hole, all he cared about was the desperate, helpless look in her tear-filled gaze.
Dove felt Zeus’s prick rub up and down against her slit. Then, it happened. She was pierced by a big, veiny red dog cock! “Aaaahhhhoowwww!” She screamed, her gorgeous, bloodshot, green eyes bulging in terror and pain as Zeus finally found the mark. It was easily the biggest prick she’d ever had. Huge and slimy, it rammed into her with the force of a truck. The first half slammed in before it met any resistance. The dog again whined, only this time, it was in pleasure as she felt him grip her waist tighter with his front paws and steady his purchase before thrusting his hips again in an attempt to force the rest of his massive dick inside.
Dove’s cunt stretched to its limit as Zeus shoved the rest of his huge, veiny, red cock into it. His tongue lolled from his mouth and he pressed his snout almost lovingly against her face as he began to thrust. Fucking an animal was not at all like doing it with a person. The dog cared not one bit for her pleasure, not one bit for her emotions. All it knew was the primal need to breed, the instinct to spray her insides with its cum.
He gripped her tight about the waist, his furry stomach moving up and down across her back as his hips began to recklessly move back and forth. The massive red rocket in short, almost violent, bursts began to work its way in and out of her tight little meat sleeve as Zeus fucked her like an animal. Dove’s head, her whole body began to rock back and forth in time with his quick uncontrolled bursts. The blonde’s thick lips parted in an expression of pain, and almost pleasure, as the biggest dick she’d ever felt filled her insides.
Without thinking about it, she rose up off her chest, on hands and knees, like a proper bitch as her head bounced with each thrust. Her eyes closed; Dove couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her. She felt simultaneously repulsed and ashamed, because there was no doubt this nasty, disgusting dog prick felt almost good pounding away inside her.
Carl yanked the chain. Dove’s eyes snapped open and focused on the crazy, dark eyed redneck. For the first time since this began, there was a faint emotion on his face. He wore a tiny, amused grin and his eyes were consumed with lust. “You like that doggy dick, don’t you, Bitch?” He said, as he continued to furiously stoke his prick. “Bark for me, if you like it.”
“Nooo…” she gasped, panting in short, shallow breaths, “…fu—fuc—fuck you! Asshole!”
Zeus again whined in her ear. She felt him press his furry body closer, grip her tighter about the waist, and, if it was even possible, increase the pace with which his hips were thrusting against her. By now, Dove’s cunt was well lubed. With each rabid thrust, milky precum and her own slick juices would squirt and queef from her hole, as the huge dog cock worked in and out.
Three minutes passed. Carl stroked his cock and watched. Zeus began to pant and whine with the effort and Dove became covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her head and body bounced back and forth, and she began to grunt from the struggle of keeping up with the relentless pounding. Her pussy stretched like it was her first time, and with each thrust the massive dog dick went deeper and harder than any man she’d ever been with.
An involuntary moan of pain and pleasure escaped her lips as his cock bottomed out inside her. With each wild, reckless, uncaring thrust, Dove felt her body unwillingly respond. There was no denying it, she thought, closing her eyes in shame and pleasure. This massive dog cock was going to get her off if he didn’t cum soon. Her eyes rolled in her head, and she found herself moving her hips in time with Zeus’s wild strokes.
Carl again yanked on the leash. His stroking had returned to a rhythmic pace as he readied himself for the end. His cold, dark eyes focused on hers and he could see it in her gaze. “Bark,” he whispered, “I know you’re loving it.”
Dove’s body betrayed her emotions, she felt her cunt gripping and squeezing Zeus’s prick, urging and pleading for it to spray her insides in cum. She met Carl’s gaze, her head and body bouncing between thrusts. Her lips trembled in shame. “Arf!” she cried, as tears rolled down her face. “Arf! Arf! Arf!” she barked and grunted. Zeus pressed his snout next to her face his hot, nasty breath filled her nostrils and she felt her pussy clench in orgasm.
Carl slid off the couch and was now stroking his prick inches from her face. “Bark for me, Bitch! Bark like the dog whore you are!”
“Arf!” she cried again, in a weird mix of shame and ecstasy. Her head rolled back, her eyes lolled in their sockets and she pressed her ass back against Zeus’s strong, furry body. Her cunt began to spray and squirt girl cum as her whole body went rigid.
With a deep grunt of ecstasy, Carl exploded in Dove’s face. Thick ropy strands of jizz covered her lips, her eyes, and her chin as he stroked his dick with wild abandon right in front of her. When he finished, Carl sat back on his ass, breathing hard and deep. Suddenly, the little blonde starlet’s eyes bulged, and she screamed.
Right then, as Carl was ejaculating in her face, there was a moment of primal terror for Dove. Zeus thrust his huge knot into her, stretching her pussy beyond capacity and ripping her slit. She screamed in pain and, not believing it possible, felt even more of the mastiff’s enormous cock force its way inside her.
In that same instant, as she was filled beyond capacity with more dick than she ever thought possible, Zeus came. He forced his strong body tight against hers, his hips thrusting madly as he whined in her ear. He kept a firm grip on her waist and, continued ramming himself in deeper and deeper with each violent thrust.
Dove’s arm strength gave out, and she collapsed upon the carpet, even as Zeus continued fucking her like a bitch. He thrust in again and again, till his seed was literally pouring out of her used and abused fuck hole, and she was nothing but a blubbering, sobbing mass. “Please…” she begged, “make him stop…”
Carl reached out and tenderly stroked her hair. “Ain’t nothing to be done at this point… just gotta let him finish. He’s been pent up awhile now…”
Cum, sweat, and tears trailed down Dove’s face as slowly, over the next minute or so, Zeus slowed his fucking and eventually just lay atop her, unmoving and waiting for his knot to shrink enough that he could pull it out of her. She cried tears of humiliation and despair as she realized she’d given in to this sick fuck’s twisted fantasy. She could feel Zeus’s seed dribbling down her legs and feel his furry body perched against her back as he panted to catch his breath. But, worst of all was Carl who began tenderly petting her head like she was a beloved pet and watching her with a tender expression on his face.
Eventually, the big red knot popped from her cunt and a wave of doggy cum whooshed from her gaping hole and went pouring down her thighs like spilled milk. She fell onto her side, curled into a ball and began softly crying when the big dog finally dismounted. He came around beside her and gave her cheek a friendly lick before padding off to his bed in Carl’s room. Meanwhile, the sicko redneck pulled her head into his lap. “You’re a good girl,” he whispered, as he stroked her back and neck.
Tired, humiliated, and mentally exhausted, Dove drifted off into a fitful sleep.
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