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More corridors. Through an open door comes the hiss of hot meals and Jammish glimpse sissies dressed as maid cooking and learning how to prepare a table for their Mistresses and Masters. Next door, the sound of classical music and the thumps of feet as sissies dressed as ballet dancers execute beautiful routines in perfect synchrony.

Another locked door. When Twinkle opens it, they are in a different world. A carpeted hallway stretches in front of me with bamboo chairs set at intervals, pots of ferns set against the walls. On one side is a row of doors, on the other a long stretch of windows overlooks the grounds. The silence is thick, as if everything is holding its breath. She beckons me towards a door. "This is where you'll sleep."

In the weak daylight, he sees five beds with neat white covers.

Above each bed is an empty shelf. Twinkle gestures at the nearest bed. "This one is yours," he says with a wink. "Later we can try it out."

Mine. Nevertheless, Jammish don't belong here. Now is the moment to speak.

But Jammish don't. What is preventing him? He feels caught up in events he can't control; the afterglow of their recent encounter still stirs his insides, the promise of more makes him silent.

With a touch on his arm, Twinkle signals that they are to move on.

At the end of the hallway, Tiana opens another door. In this room, several sissies wearing tight white social shirts and red pleated skirts are sitting in school chairs. It looks like a regular schoolroom of the sort Jammish have often attended when he was younger. A stern looking jaguar dominatrix wearing tight leather skirt surveys them as she reads from a book.

Twinkle beckons him forward.

"This is Jammish Wingder, our new student," announces Twinkle.

All heads turn towards him, some of the sissies seem to be measuring him, eating him with their eyes as they notice he hadn't received his chastity cage yet. The dominatrix looks him from the tip of his toes to the last hair of his head with a clinical eye as if she is trying to assess his worth. Twinkle looks at his watch and announces, "Time for lunch, ladies. Miss Valky, please accompany Mister Wingder and assist him, if necessary."

With a quick anxious smile, a hare sissy moves to the cat's side, on his neck is the Venus symbol, but just under it is a small and delicate metal dog paw.

"Why are you wearing that?" Jammish ask curiously.

Miss Valky looks at him with surprise as if Jammish had just asked why the sun shines. She takes one hand to her dog paw and rubs it as a small smile creeps on his lips.

"That's because I'm a very good girl, maybe someday you will receive the honor to wear one of these."

On the threshold of the dining room, Jammish stops. He feels overwhelmed by what he sees.

Miss Valky tugs at his arm and Jammish sink down on to a bench beside him, staring around.

The cavernous room is packed. A sea of colors, there are the pink sissies in their frilly dresses, the black and white of maids, the black and purple of punk sissies, and everywhere the white and red of school uniforms. Light shines down through the glass roof, and the noise is magnified, echoing: the footsteps of the serving sissies passing between the tables with trays and, above all, voices--muttering, gossiping, calling out, even laughing, a hard, wild sound.

A hand appears before the feline, a basket of bread is placed on the table, and immediately the others scrabble for food, tugging at the basket and squabbling. They eat heartily, now that Jammish look better at them its obvious that they had spent most of the day on the field, most are still wearing their exotic leather harnesses. These are the puppygirls, and Miss Valky seems to be a sort of leader of the group, she presents the cat to then one by one, and they all offer their congratulations in getting into the school and hope that Jammish will be chosen to become a puppy like them.

They make sure to save him a piece of bread and some steamed vegetables before they begin fighting and bargaining for the last pieces. Valky explain that their training is vigorous, so they are allowed a special diet.

The bread tastes sweet with a strange spicy that the cat can't identify.

After the bread, they are served soup, most other tables drink it in a proper and educated manner, but the puppygirls drink it straight from their bowls like dogs. Jammish can see a few condescending or disgusted stares, especially from the more educated and refined princess sissies.

Jammish dip the wooden spoon gingerly into his bowl, but he soon gives up on the pretense and follow the example of his new friends. The rich broth is delicious, filled with pieces of vegetables.

"All that you need to be a big and strong bitch," one of the puppygirls jokes.

A soft voice in his ear makes him jump. "Do you want to see our Kennel?"

It's Miss Valky.

"You seem new here," he puts his fingers to his mouth and suck them provocatively. "I hope I haven't offended you by mentioning it."

"I don't know if I should."

"You'll feel strange at first. Everyone does. Then you'll get used to it."

He gazes at Jammish earnestly. Close up, his eager brown eyes make the cat want to look away.

"I won't get used to it. I won't be here long."

Valky chuckles and says, "We are in one of the best schools of the country. Men from all over the world come here to be educated as proper sissies these days." The puppygirls nods several times as if to underline his point.

Jammish stare at her, his spine going cold.

His neighbor winks at him. His hands are filthy, he seems to have spent most of the day working on the dirt. His hyena body is well built, strong, but incredibly feminine, his hair is a bright purple, tightly tied in a ponytail, his skin is a delicious dark. His tiny, useless cock is locked in a metal cage. He has a pair of tattoos on his buttocks that spell Bad Bitch.

He pulls Jammish close. As his hand smooths the feline hair, he steals a sniff of his neck, bringing red to the cat's cheeks. "You smell nice."

"Louisa!"

Miss Valky chastises him, but the big puppygirl put a hand over Jammish's shoulders. "It has been so long since we had a newcomer," he explains. "Come on, let me have him before they lock him down."

Jammish smiled awkwardly back at him. His hazel eyes are flecked with gold.

"You must forgive Louisa," Miss Valky comments. "He is a newcomer to our country, so he has to yet rein his carnal desires. You are free to come visit us anytime you wish, if you are interested."

Jammish nodded slowly, he didn't want to admit, but he was definitely interested. These sissies were exotic, interesting.

As soon as lunch is over, Valky guides Jammish back to their classes, making sure he takes a place just right next to him. Jammish looks around, feeling a bit exposed by his clothes as everyone starts taking their places.

The jaguar dominatrix is the last one to walk in the room, her leather corset and high heels imposing respect and silence as she looks over the room.

"It seems we have a new student in the class," she takes her place in front of the class. "Why don't you and your friend come to the front of the class to introduce yourself?"

Jammish hesitates, but Valky took him by the arm and, smiling, walks towards the front of the class. The cat cowers, but the hare smiles.

The dominatrix took a small keychain from her purse and frees Valky from his chastity cage, his small cock rolls free with a relieved sigh of the hare.

"My name is Allyson Wards, but you will always refer to me as Mistress Wards. Let's not kid ourselves, you two are cocksucking sissy faggots," she walks to her table and take a seat. "And my intentions are to turn you into something that will bring pleasure to your future masters and mistresses. You will be put through an intense program where you will learn all of the skills necessary for being a submissive little sissy servant. Now, take your little clitties out."

Jammish hesitates, but Valky don't falter in raising his skirt to show everyone his small cock.

"Oh, you will follow my orders, sissy!" Allyson exclaimed. "Or I'll have you severely punished!"

Jammish raises his skirt and lower his panties, looking away from the class, his cheeks blushing red.

"Don't be shy. Take a look at each other's pathetic little cocks. It's not like they'll be a thing of privacy."

Jammish reluctantly looks at Valky's cock, it rests completely still between his legs, his own starts to twitch, besides, or maybe even because, of his shame. Allyson laughs.

"Oh my god! Look at you smitten little sissy fags! Your little cocks are growing. Go ahead and give them some relief."

Valky bit the hem of his skirt to keep it raised as he uses one hand to slowly masturbate in front of the class. Jammish follows his example with some hesitation, closing his eyes so he wouldn't see all the eyes upon him, his cheeks a deep red that marked his white fur preeminently. Then came Allyson's next order.

"Switch."

Jammish looks at her waiting for some explanation of what it meant when he felt Valky's paw on his cock, he squeals as he felt it closing around his cock, almost making him cum immediately. The cat extends his hand and takes Valky's cock in his own, he feel it hardening slight in his hands even as his own cock comes to the point of orgasm.

The class was in silence, looking intently as they kept going at each other, they contained moans filling the classroom. Some of the sissies were crossing their legs, biting their lips to contain their own excitement.

Jammish closes his eyes tightly as he felt an orgasm making his knees falter and he moan like a bitch, at the same time he feels Valky's cock sputtering cum in his fingers.

"Lick it off," demands Allyson.

Jammish had passed the point of hesitation, bringing his hand to his lips and licking it in front of the entire class, savoring Valky's cum. Valky made a show of licking his fingers clean, winking to a few of the other puppiesgirls in the class.

"That's the last time you'll have a release for a while," says Allyson as she walks towards them, two new chastity cages in her hands.

Jammish feels the cold metal locking tightly around his cock, a constant pressure against his groin and a strange volume in his panties. He knew he should protest, but the words didn't come to him.

"Now off to your place, you two," Allyson ordered.

The dominatrix takes her place in front of the class and clears her throat.

"Now, sluts, do any of you remember what we were talking last class?"

"You were teaching us how to please a man with our mouths, Miss Wards," one of the sissies replies immediately.

"Please with your mouths? No, I was teaching you how to be face fucked! Now, I know that your first instinct is to look down and admire the cock that you are sucking, but you need to remember why you are doing this: it is about your master's pleasure, not yours, and he will most assuredly enjoy seeing the pleading in your eyes."

The class proceeded with a long and detailed explanation on how to suck a cock, how to play with cum in their mouth to the pleasure of their future masters, and how to worship their balls and cock like a proper cum-addicted slut sissy.

Time becomes hazy as the days turns into a strange routine. Jammish spent his afternoons hooked into some type of VR rig, floating in and out of conscience. The feline had tried to resist at first, but he always ended passing away after the first minutes, spending the remaining hours in a hazy of barely remembered memories. The glasses fit snuggly around his eyes and ears, assaulting him with a constant barrage of a sexually explicit nature. Men and women fucking like animals. His perspective always focused on the submissive female as she pleasures the male in a multitude of ways, taking his cum in her mouth and ass. His addled mind accepts these images easily, drank them in and absorbed them like a sponge. Jammish was also being subjected to an audible attack, as an entrancing voice droned on and on, while he was awake or asleep, it never stopped.

"Obey cock," the voice tell him. "Be submissive. Please men. Serve cock. Live for cum. Submit."

Eventually, the images evolves. Sissies locked in leather harnesses replace the women. They are so beautiful, so sexy, and so... submissive. They love pleasing their men. They worship cock and obey its every desire.

'YOU LOVE TO SUCK COCK'

Closing his eyes only made the images stronger in his mind as the voices bore into the deepest recesses of his psyche.

'MASTER KNOWS BEST'

Jammish knows he was receiving subliminal instructions, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He couldn't stop looking, couldn't stop dreaming, couldn't stop desiring.

'OBEY'

By morning he would have regular classes with Allyson, the Mistress taking pleasure in using him for her demonstrations, forcing him to suck a dildo in front of the class and even suck Valky a few times so he could learn how to enjoy the taste of cum.

By night, he quickly learned the fun that could be had with the other sissies as they shared kisses and cuddles, some almost desperately rubbing their caged cocks trying to cum.

A month in, Jammish received the honor of being assigned a proper task. He was taken to the infirmary, a small room that contained little more than a simple cot and a few cabinets and shelves. The nurse, a thick lioness, examined him with clinical proficiency, taking measures and giving him a couple of pills to swallow. Jammish took them without ever thinking of disobeying.

Eventually he is taken to a grand room, a place that would be perfect to host a dance class. He staggered to the full-length mirror that covered one of the walls; he touches the pair of earrings in his ears, feeling the metal as if for the first time, he barely could remember having them put on after one of the VR sessions. Then Jammish noticed other things.

His hair hung to his jawline; straight, glossy and black. It had never been so long, even in his youth. The features of his face were different as well. Jammish still looked like himself, but softer. His lips were more full and pronounced, his hips were a little wider and his legs more slender and shapely.

Jammish was completely bewildered and still staring at himself in shock when a door to his right opens and Allyson strides in. She comes up behind him and smack his ass, giving it a hard squeeze before draping an arm over his shoulders. She admires his new body in the mirror.

"Well, well, look at you! Aren't you a sexy bitch. Well, maybe not yet, but you're getting there!"

She is wearing a black leather corset that make her breasts almost pop out and tight leather pants. Turning to voice his complaints, Jammish tries to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled moan.

She smiles wickedly at his discomfort.

"Don't worry, sissy. That's perfectly normal, you won't be able to talk until I use the correct trigger word. If you are a good girl, I may let you have your voice back in a day or two, but until then you still can beg for cock like a good little whore."

Jammish attempts to protest once more, but again all that Jammish can produce are girlish moans and squeals.

"Let's see if the programming works, shall we? Dress up, Bitch."

At that, she gives him a leather harness with steel straps and rings all over it. His heart sinks as his body catch the item without him willing it to do so. Jammish obeys without thought. He locks the harness over his body, allowing Allyson to close the finals straps that he can't reach by himself. The leather is like a second skin, covering almost the entirety of his body, allowing only for his head to stay free, the harness even covers his caged cock, reducing it to a small bulge between his legs. The last piece is a sturdy metal and leather collar around his neck. Allyson giggles in malicious joy.

"What a good bitch you are! This is what we call a bitchsuit, see how there's padding on your knees and elbows? That's so you can stay on all fours like a real bitch! You'll never have pleasure except that which I allow you and the sexual release you'll receive from pleasing others. Now, your true training begins."

Jammish whimpers, incapable of saying anything.

"Some ground rules to start: First, always remember that you are my pet, you will not speak unless directly instructed to. 'Yes' or 'no' questions can be answered by nodding, though I can't really imagine I'll be asking a bitch for much input on his treatment. You will not stand or get upon any piece of furniture unless directly instructed to. A pet's place is on the floor, or in its cage. Do you understand so far, pet?"

He was suddenly very aware of the sensation of the collar around his neck as he nodded.

"Good. You will be gagged on occasion, as I choose, but just because you are not wearing a gag, that's not permission to speak. It most likely just means I want to hear your moans or grunts more directly, or that I'll have some guests over to fuck your mouth and fill your belly with cum, but you should just be satisfied knowing that it is that way because I wish it."

She pauses, then turns and simply pulls upon his leash as an indication that he should follow her. She makes her way around the room, giving some time for Jammish to get used to walk on all fours, scrambling to keep up, until she turns and lower herself into an easy chair.

"Pets do not wear clothing, and so you will not wear clothing besides your bitchsuit of course. Sometimes I'll choose otherwise, maybe even reward you with some proper clothes, but don't get used to it."

With her feet, she forces him to lay on the ground, his belly up as she caressed his belly with her feet.

"Whenever I instruct you to 'sit up,' I wish for you to kneel, with your thighs spread, your body upright, and your hands up in front of you, like a begging puppy. Now, sit up."

Jammish scrambles into position before he could even think about it, feeling his body moving by its own will and instinct. He feels a bit silly, lifting his hands up, letting his wrists loosen and his hands slump down, but he knows he can risk no hesitation.

Allyson take one hand in hers, holding his small hands in hers softly for a second, before turning it over, palm up, and curling his fingers up into a fist. She slid a snugly fitting, padded leather mitten over his closed hand. She ties it around his wrist and slides a small lock in place, clicking it close. As she repeats the process with his left hand, the fingers of his right instinctively try to test their new enclosure.

Not only was there no way he could remove his hand from the mitt, but he could not even open his fingers. His hands have been effectively reduced to padded paws. The locks on them seem redundant security at this point, but they are certainly making an impact on his imagination.

"Now, let's help get you into the right frame of mind," she says, jolting him out of his thoughts.

She holds up a toy: a bright, translucent pink, floppy pink bone. It wriggles in her hands, as she bounces it lightly, as though she was testing its weight and he can't take his eyes out of it, the object seems to bring him into trance. Then, with a swing of her arm, she tosses the toy across the room, where it bounces and lands in the far corner of the living room. She looks him in the eye as she speaks.

"Fetch."

Jammish hesitates for a moment, but his body was quickly moving almost by itself. The command was obvious and alluring. He turns, on all fours, and crawls his way to the toy. He moves around a table and a chair with strange easiness. The cold metal of the chastity cage was a constant remember between his legs as he tries to move.

On the floor, with his hands immobilized, the feline realizes that the only way he could fetch the toy was to use his mouth. He lowers his face to the floor, open wide and close his teeth onto it, near its middle. It was soft, feeling almost wet, and it jiggles constantly, the two ends flopping from each side of his mouth.

His humiliation was growing, and he feels the blush in his cheeks burning red even before Mistress Wards got the full sight of him returning to her. She laughs out loud, clapping her hands together with glee. She loves it so much, she immediately repeats the process, this time tossing the rubber bone under the dining room table.

Over and over and over, she plays this game of fetch with him. His knees were becoming sore, his lips red, and he knew he was drooling more each time.

It was a humiliating, but playful start to this new role, but it was just the start. After her fun of sending him scampering around after tossed bones, she fills a pair of bowls with water and food and watches as the cat clumsily learns how to eat and drink without the help of his hands.

She then spends hours working on his walking, his sitting up, and his kneeling - making sure he takes the correct position quickly and accurately. She teaches him the simple system of hand signals and key words that will be used to control him easily and readily at any moment.

By the end of that day, he is exhausted, mentally and physically, and feels huge relief as he was shown the space where he would be sleeping for the duration of his special training. It was a custom cage, large enough for him to curl up in on his side, but not so big that he's be able to stretch out. Above the thick padding of the base was a solid wire cage, with one side that opened as the gate, with a sturdy padlock available for locking.

Allyson explains that depending on his behavior, in the future he may be allowed to sleep at his Master or Mistress's bed, or even in a proper dog bed inside the room, but for now it will be best if he spends his first sleep in his proper home. He wants to respond, to say he understand, even just to thank her, but he can only squeal and moan, no matter how much he tries, no word comes out of his mouth.

"You've been a good puppy today," she says as she turns away and turn off the light. "Maybe tomorrow I can allow you to have your voice back."

The next morning brings just the first of what seem to be daily challenges and realizations. He wakes, a bit uncomfortable, a bit sore, his lips wet from drool around the gag, and with the sensually painful ache of the chastity device frustrating his body's desired erection.

It seems like forever before Mistress Wards arrived at his cage to turn on the light. He greets her with a smile.

She laughs, and fumbles a bit with the key before opening the cage. He scrambles out and crawl behind her, ready to follow her down the hall when she stops and pushes open the sliding door that leads into the rear garden.

He raises his eyes to her in panic, but she merely smiles. "Don't forget your place, puppy."

It was mortifying. He crawls outside, eyes darting around for any peeping eyes, but fences and hedges line the school's garden.

His place just kept sinking in with experiences like that. Not being able to speak really started to get to him, making him rethink his role and place and submission in this role.

"Now, my little Bitch, you need to learn your real place in the household."

With those words another door opens, and a feral dog walks in. He is a black Labrador, an incredible animal heavy with toned muscles and glossy black fur that had been brushed with great care. Jammish's eyes immediately snaps to his enormous, red cock already coming out of his sheath. His mouth waters at the sight, though Jammish don't understand why. Jammish had never been attracts to men before walking into this school, but now his mind could only think of that magnificent dick so very badly it made his body tremble.

"This is Connor. He's going to help you become the cum-eating sissy bitch I know you are aching to be. Now get down on your knees. That's where submissive little whores like you belong."

His body obeys, even though his mind rails at the thought. Jammish kneels in front of Connor, his semi-erect cock waving just inches from his face. A tiny drop of pre-cum is already starting to leak from his slit. Jammish could smell the strong, domineering musk of the animal filling his lungs, inflaming his body with an aching need.

Allyson whispers in his ear, the words barely registering in his sex soaked brain.

"Connor is one of Mistress Steed's pets, I believe you will discover that she has taught these animals how to treat a lowly housecat like you. Oh, one more thing; all you have to do is resist this one time. Show us you're a real man and refuse to give in to your inner slut and you're a free man. I won't command you to pleasure him. Your body already wants that."

She winks and licks the edge of his ear seductively, sparking even more lust in his locked loins. It only serves to make him more uncomfortable, as the chastity cage over his dick keeps his arousal in check. His thoughts were lost in a haze now. His body is taking over, pushing his thoughts and distaste for the situation away.

With a trembling hand Jammish reaches out and grasps Connor's cock, his mind screaming from a great distance, telling him to stop. "This can't be happening!", his psyche struggles against the cage of his lustful body. "I won't pleasure another man. I'm not a sissy slut!"

'YOU LOVE TO SUCK COCK'

"Go on, put it in your mouth. You know it's what you've always wanted." Allyson teases.

Jammish looks at her in barely disguised disgust. He never wanted this!

'OBEY!'

"Do it, you jizz craving whore!"

Jammish gazes back at the throbbing cock in his hand. It's fully out of the sheath now, not completely erect yet, but already reaching more than ten inches. Easily, the biggest cock Jammish had ever seen. The feline could see the veins pulsing as the dog's arousal grew in his hand.

"It's your choice, bitch. Suck him now and maybe I'll take your cage off if you do a good job. Or, you can resist your urges and I'll set you free. You know you need his sperm though, don't you?" she licks her lips and Jammish subconsciously follows her lead.

His lips were quivering as he gently places the head of the dog's cock against them. Maybe just a taste, to satisfy his curiosity, then he'd refuse her wishes. Jammish touches the slit of his opening with his tongue as his hand slowly works down the length of his red shaft. His pre-cum touches his tongue and pleasure explodes through his body, the taste so different from Vakyl's or the other sissies. Jammish had never felt anything like it, and he is loving it.

"Your body wants to obey the cock, puppy. Go ahead and suck it down. Submit to your lust."

His attention returns to the member at his mouth. His lips parts slightly, allowing the tip of his cock to rest on his tongue. Jammish hates himself for doing this and hates Allyson even more for putting him there. His own cock betrays his arousal, strains at the confines of its cage. Jammish is truly lost to his lust now.

Jammish lost himself to his desire to please this animal. It is the only way he would find release for his own needs. The cat swirls his tongue around the head of his massive cock, stretching his jaws open further, his hand began stroking the dog's shaft, faster and faster now as more pre-cum found its way into his mouth. Jammish heard himself moaning lustily, but he couldn't help it.

"That's it! That's a good little bitch. Soon you'll be a full time cumdump," Allyson whispers enticingly.

His body is utterly focused on the rigid dick in his mouth. Jammish whimpers as his head bobs up and down over Connor's cock, trying eagerly to feed more of his meat into his mouth. His lips stretch tightly over his shaft, nearly halfway down its length. The cat needs his cum more than he'd ever needs anything before. Connor begins groaning in pleasure as Jammish milks his cock for all it is worth.

His padded hands begin massaging the cock gently, coaxing the knot out of the sheath, as the cat almost begs for him to cum down his throat.

"Oh yes, Bitch. Suck his dog meat! Make him come right into your belly. You're going to swallow it all, aren't you?"

Again, Jammish heard her words and they push him further into debauched lust. He doesn't understand what is happening to him, he only wants to swallow this dog's seed.

The head of Connor's cock is buried in his throat now as the dog keep forcing it deeper. Jammish knew he should have been gagging on this thick shaft, but for some reason he wasn't. It is like the cock belongs in his throat. Jammish desperately wants him to cum. The cat needs it with every fiber of his being!

His lips were nearly touching his knot now as the dog began fucking his face in earnest. Jammish is making simpering, pleading sounds as the dog's grunts grows louder and demanding. The dog know he would be feeding the cat his juicy reward soon as a steady stream of pre-cum dribbles down the back of his throat. Connor howls loudly, pulling his head back as he fucks the cat's throat, the knot forces his way into the cat's mouth. Right where it belongs.

"Take it all, Bitch! Swallow his cum like the hungry bitch you crave to be!"

Jammish moans in unrestrained desire as his body craves all the dog's cum!

Connor thrusts furiously in his mouth, the knot locking them together. His heavy cock slid along his tongue and stretches his throat wide, forcing its way home until Jammish's nose is buried in his fur. The dog grunts fiercely and then Jammish feels it. The cat almost came with the feel of the dog's cock pulsing and pumping its massive load down his throat. His hot, creamy cum is spraying all inside him, coating his throat and flooding his belly. Jammish could feel the warmth of his load pouring inside him as his body is overcome with ecstasy. His own cock, subdued as it is, spurts watery cum, all over his kneeling legs. Spurt after spurt of dog cum jets into his body, the pressure of it is amazing. Cum begin backing up his throat and Connor withdraws his cock, leaving only the sperm-soaks head inside his mouth. Still his hot load flows out in thick ropes, filling his mouth and spilling down his chin. Jammish swallows the massive load in his mouth, forcing it into his already full feeling belly. Finally, the flow begins to subside, a few more spurts from his pulsing cock onto his tongue and it is done.

The taste is intoxicating. Jammish is hopelessly addicted. A need grows within him that he never will tame. The cat was really becoming a cum hungry slave to dog cock. Jammish is repulsed at the thought even as he is enthralled by dog cock. As much as Jammish hates it, in some part of his mind the cat loves what he is becoming.

Allyson smiles as she pulls him by the leash, forcing him to lower his head with one feet, exposing his ass to the horny dog.

A groan rumbles in Connor's chest as he comes closer, the cat could feel his warmth and strength hovering over him, feel his paws on his rump as the strong canid mounts him.

The room becomes hot with sexual desire. Jammish could feel it in the air, brewing between them as he fights to hold on to his dulls senses.

"You must be feeling the heat now, little Bitch," Allyson laughs as she forces her feet against his face, the cat licking it almost by instinct.

Jammish closes his eyes, lost in the pleasure as he felt the strong paws on his back, felt the claws even through his leather suit, the red cock poking against his ass, and the animal's hot breath on his neck. He could feel the imperative need rising between them now, a sense of primal hunger tearing between then.

Jammish felt tremors of wild desire racing down his spine, flickering through his caged cock, stoking a flame through his body that consumes his conscious mind. Could he ever be sate from his desire for cum?

Connor's head tilts forward as his rough tongue moves down the cat's neck, rough velvet, stroking pleasure through every nerve ending.

Jammish is terrifies of the heat that fills his body, yet he is entranced by it, consumed by the aching need to be taken, dominated by an animal.

Fiery, intense, pleasure-pain washes through the cat's body. The stretching of delicate, tender muscles, the stroke of the dog's thick, hard flesh easing inside the cat's eager ass. It is exquisite. It sent jolts of fiery pleasure spiraling through his body, filling him with a need for more that denies any control or escape.

Bit by bit, one blissful inch at a time, the dog's hips rolls, presses and works the hard flesh deeper inside the cat.

He had to look. To watch. Staring between his thighs, he could see the red cock glistening as it pounds his ass. It is long, red, parting the folds of his flesh and disappearing inside him.

He is taking the dog's cock.

His head flung back as he pushes in deeper, a hard, demanding thrust follows by a groan of pleasure as the length of Connor's cock disappears fully inside him.

Heat, ecstasy, the feeling of complete surrender, total freedom, infuses him. He feels as though they were locked in a flight of complete rapture.

Light and color explodes behind his closed eyes as Connor began to move. He fucks the cat with wild, animalistic lust, eagerly pounding his ass.

His hips thrust, rolls, shifts from side to side, causing his erection to stretch the cat's ass farther, to reveal previously hidden nerve endings and erogenous zones in their climb to release.

The pleasure is so intense, hunger so deep and strong inside him, he can't get enough. He will never get enough. He will always need more.

Control is lost. Above him, Connor's thrusts become harder, faster. He could hear the growls coming from his chest, animalistic, feral, as the dog cock plunges inside his ass, fucking him with a furious pace as he begins to tighten beneath him. The knot forces his way inside of the cat, stretching his ass, tying them together.

Sensations races through his system, pours through his bloodstream. The brush of the leather of his bitchsuit against his flesh is exquisite, exhilarating.

A different kind of orgasm ripples through his mind and body, not the pointed fire of his tiny cock coming, but like electricity that spread through his body, reaching to his very soul.

Above him, Connor thrusts in one last time, hard, deep, holding still as Jammish feels the dog's erection throb and pound with such fierce motions that a part of him wonders if he feels pleasure or pain from his release.

The big dog can't stop coming. And each time he moves, each time his cock throbs, another pulse of pleasure flares over the cat's body.

Finally, tired, the dog simply lets him fall over the cat, with his tongue drooling over the feline's neck as he drifts into sleep. Jammish don't have a problem with that, letting his own body relax, he soon drifts asleep with the knot still inside of him, certain that he would experience it many more times.