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The following is a work of fiction that includes age play, bondage, humiliation, domination, non-consensual sex, torture, slavery, and diapers. Adults only! Continue at your own risk

First Night - Part 1

"This place looks like a shithole. Why the hell did we even bother to drive all the way out here?" asked the sneering, twenty-something poodle as she followed her older-looking husband up the driveway. She was downright pissed-off, but she still looked ravishing in her tight little cocktail dress and high heels. Her makeup was perfect and her poofy head of white hair had been professionally styled for the occasion. Too bad the venue didn't look at all how she imaged it.

They had driven for nearly two hours to attend some soirée, only to pull up to some average-looking middle-class abode out in the suburbs. There was no valet parking. There weren't even any other cars in the driveway, making the whole situation sketchy as hell. "Are you sure this is even the place?" she asked suspiciously as her husband knocked on the door.

She didn't even get an answer before the door swung open and she was face-to-face with a massive Clydesdale mare in a t-shirt and cutoff jean-shorts. It became alarming clear that this party wasn't being hosted by the usual crowd that she and her extravagantly-rich husband hung around. The paranoid poodle was ready to bolt, but a strong hand reached out and grabbed her before she had a chance to react, pulling her into the house before she could make a scene in front of the house.

"Get your damn hands off me!" shouted the poodle as she tried to squirm away from the mare's powerful grip. Regardless, the much larger woman had no problem forcing the poodle's scrawny arms behind her back, holding her still.

"Calm down, ya crazy bitch. Don't make me hurt you," said the mare, tightening her grip on the poodle's delicate wrists.

"What the hell is going on?! Why are you just standing there?! Help me you idiot!" yelled Princess, shouting at her husband so violently that spit flew from her mouth. However, another voice interjected before she could get an answer.

"Still haven't figured it out yet?" asked the fat basset hound who entered the foyer. She was wearing a rather matronly dress, a long, frilly apron, and had her blond hair up in a bun. The way she spoke was firm and confident, like she didn't take guff from anyone. "He's not helping you because this is all part of his plan. He requested that I take you in for a few months of intensive training and I was more than happy to accept the offer. You won't be leaving here for a good, long while."

"Bullshit!" screamed the poodle. She turned to face her husband again, expecting some kind of an explanation, but he was already gone. All she saw was the door closing behind him and that's when things began to get real. Did he really just leave her completely alone with these nut-jobs?

"You better watch that mouth, Princess," scolded the heavyset hound as she wagged her finger in the frightened woman's face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" asked Princess, immedtiately put on the defensive by the fact these women already knew her husband's pet name for her.

"You can call me Miss Fifi for now," said the hound. "Behind you is my lovely assistant Marzipan. You'll be getting to know each other very intimately during your stay."

"Like hell I will!" barked Princess, lashing out with a weak kick that just barely missed its mark. "The police will be here any minute to haul your fat ass to jail unless you..."

The rant was cut short by a flagrant slap across the face. Miss Fifi had gotten a clean hit, putting her open palm across the bitch's cheek like it was no big deal at all. The surprise blow left the pampered poodle totally speechless as she tried to fight back the tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes. Unfortunately, she'd bitten off more than she could chew when she took a shot at Miss Fifi.

The psychotic basset hound reached out and grabbed the poodle by the muzzle, clamping the struggling bitch's mouth shut with a firm grip. It was obvious that Princess wasn't going to give in without a fight, but that would soon be a moot point as Fifi pulled a syringe from her apron pocket. She preferred to avoid the scratches, bites, and spitting that often came with the forcible restraint an unwilling victim.

"Now just relax. You're going to feel a little prick, but it will all be over in a second," said Fifi, her lips curled in a wicked grin.

With one hand, the experienced hound flicked the plastic cover off the syringe, revealing the tiny, steel needle underneath. Of course, Princess wanted no part of it, but she didn't exactly have a choice. Marzipan still had her by the arms, while Fifi kept a strong grasp on her muzzle. The poor, frightened poodle couldn't argue, beg, or even scream with her mouth held shut, nor could she look away as Fifi reached out and stuck her in the side of the neck.

Princess let out a shrill whine as she felt the prick of the small hypodermic needle. Luckily, it barely lasted a second. She'd hardly felt a thing, but the damage had been done. The terrified poodle had no idea what was in that needle. She was obviously in way over her head now. Once more, she tried to jerk her arms away from the powerful mare behind her, but it was no use. She tried again and again, but it was all in vain. Marzipan responded with brute strength, like usual, tightening her grip until Princess stopped fidgeting all together.

"Settle down before I break something," said Marz softly, practically whispering into the trembling poodle's ear. The huge mare had a sadistic streak, and wouldn't hesitate to dislocate the bitch's shoulder if given a decent enough reason. It had happened a few times in the past, and as such, Fifi was nice enough to offer some advice.

"You'd better do what she says," said Fifi, still holding the younger woman by the face. "Trust me; having casts on both your arms isn't going to make the next few months any easier."

Princess snarled in response, more enraged than ever before. She wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into Fifi's fat hand and tear off as much flesh as she could. Though, despite the scrawny poodle's ferocity, she was getting weaker by the second. Within minutes she'd stopped struggling completely and could barely summon the strength to growl when Fifi finally let go of her muzzle.

'What's happening to me?' thought Princess. She could feel herself being lifted up off the ground, but was helpless to stop it from happening. The drugs had started to take effect, and she was so out of it by this point that it was like having having an out of body experience. She tried to call out for help as she watched her nearly limp body being slung over the burly mare's shoulder, but only a faint murmur came out.

Even still, the tenacious little bitch didn't want to give in. Using whatever meager strength she had left, she balled her hands into fists and started pounding on Marzipan's meaty back. She gave it everything she had, but failed miserably. Marz didn't bother to react as she turned and started down the hallway with the poodle draped over her shoulder.

"Give it a rest before you embarrass yourself further," said Fifi with an arrogant smirk, tailing Marzipan and Princess down the hall. "You're as weak as a newborn baby. Just accept it and let your new mommy take care of you."

Princess groaned, barely able to lift her head up to see Fifi following behind them. She wanted to know what the hound meant by that last comment, but she couldn't seem to form the words to ask. Luckily, she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

Upon entering the living room, Marzipan tossed the poodle down on the sofa like a sack of potatoes. Not wasting time, the big bully got to work, ruthlessly tearing the tight little designer dress off the defenseless bitch. Of course, Princess could only lay there, totally defenseless, as she was stripped right down to her lacy, silk panties and gawked at by her captors.

"This skinny bitch has no tits to play with," said Marzipan, sounding both amused and disappointed at the same time. "You'd think a rich skank like this would be able to afford some implants."

"Oh, I'm sure you two will have fun regardless," replied Fifi as she looked over her new plaything, arms crossed.

Now that Princess was down to nothing but her panties, Fifi could finally get a good look at that classy continental cut the bitch was sporting. Most of her body was shaved down close to the skin, showing off her thin physique and boney hips. Other than her thick head of white hair, the only fur she had left were puffs around her wrists and ankles to match the puffs on her tail and dangling ears. Besides that, she donned only a very thin layer of fuzz on the rest of her body. It was a style that Fifi undeniably found very sexy. All she could think about was how loud her paddle would smack against the poodle's nearly bald ass, but first, a warm up was in order.

"Marz, please punish this naughty little hussy for not wearing her training bra tonight," said Fifi, getting serious. "She needs to learn to keep her tiny, prepubescent titties covered. That's how she got into this mess in the first place, after all."

Princess felt a chill run down her spine as she heard Fifi's comments. What did these two psychos know about her? What was the point of all this? Unfortunately, the drugged-up bitch didn't have time to think about it.

Marzipan took a spot on the sofa, grabbed Princess by the hair, and viciously dragged her over her lap, belly-down. The poor poodle's eyes went wide with fear as she felt her ass being fondled with total impunity by the massive lesbian Clydesdale.

"Such a tight little bottom," said Marz, her face lighting up with perverted glee as rubbed the poodle's smooth buttocks through the silken panties that had yet to be removed. It was only a matter of time, of course, but the naughty mare wanted to build a bit of suspense first. "I can't wait to tear this ass up later," said Marz, fearing no reprisal as she gave the poodle's firm buttocks a good, hard squeeze.

"No... Please..." groaned Princess weakly as she felt one of the mare's thick, rugged fingers press down against her tailhole as the groping continued. Spiteful laughter filled the air briefly following the poodle's pathetic plea, but it didn't stay long as Fifi spoke up to lecture the foolish girl.

"You think a scrawny bimbo like yourself can stop her? She could break you in half like a twig, and she just might do it unless you have me to protect you. That's right. I'm the only thing standing between you and this giant horny Clydesdale. Know what that means, Miss Big Mouth?"

Princess didn't say anything, much too distracted by the feeling of absolute dread in the pit of her stomach that continued to grow with each sickening word the hound spoke. Though, the feeling only got worse as she felt her dainty little underpants sliding slowly down her thighs. Marz was taking it nice and slow, unwrapping the poodle's soft, velvety posterior like a Christmas present, which seemed to be the queue for Fifi to continue with her tirade.

"Oh, you've got nothing to say now, or are you just too stupid to answer? In either case, let me spell it out for you. If you don't lose that bitchy attitude of yours, and start doing everything I tell you, I'm going to let Marz deal with you. Does that sound like fun?"

Again, Princess gave no reply. That is, until Marzipan brought her big, open palm down on the prissy poodle's rump, causing the bitch to let out a startled yelp. Not only was Princess surprised by the impact on her bare bottom, but also how much it hurt. She thought the drugs would have dulled her senses considering how little control she had over the rest of her body, but apparently not. Even though she could barely move, she could still feel the stinging imprint of the mare's hand on her bare ass just fine.

"Come on, Fifi! Let me have this one," said Marz, sounding rather excited about having a new toy.

"And let you ruin her?" asked Fifi. "Her husband wants her back in one piece with all of her holes intact. Don't think I forgot what happened with the last one"

"Aw, but she wants to be my sissy little anal slave. Just look at this pretty, bleached tailhole."

Princess squirmed as she felt her ass cheeks being parted. She felt cheap and dirty as she was inspected like livestock. It was utterly humiliating, but the terrified poodle was too sedated to do anything about it. As hard as she tried, she could only groan and mutter weakly as she tried to drag herself off the mare's lap to safety. Naturally, she didn't make it very far.

"Oh no, honey. You're not going anywhere," said Marz, grabbing the bitch by the tail and dragging her back into position across her lap

Princess let out a whine as the big mare gave her another solid smack on the butt. The frightened poodle tried kicking her legs, but Marz had no problem holding them down with one hand while beating the bitch's bottom with the other. Thus began a seemingly endless stream of spanking that continued as Fifi gloated from the sidelines.

"Serves you right for trying to crawl away," said Fifi, sure to speak loud enough to be heard over the sound of Marzipan's palm clapping against the poodle's backside. Though, the lecture didn't stop there. Fifi wanted to make sure Princess knew this would be a way of life from now on. "You'll be disciplined every time you resist. There's no getting out of it, so you might as well get used to it now. The punishments are only going to get more severe the longer it takes you to learn, and believe me, you _will_learn. We own you now, and no one is coming to rescue you."

Fifi's words hit Princess hard and stung just as badly as any smack on the bottom could have. The poodle wanted to spit back and call it all bullshit, but she didn't have the strength. Unable to scream and shout, she'd been stripped of her power. The only things she had were her good looks and her venomous words. Back home, she ruled the roost. She could get anything she wanted out of her pussy-whipped husband. Clothes, cash, cars, all she had to do was lay into him, calling him a "cheap ass", "limp dick", and any other type of vile hatred she could think up. This wasn't just reserved for private affairs either. She'd let him have it in public if he dared try to stand in the way of something she wanted, and he wasn't the only one suffering.

All of the house staff from the cooks to the gardener knew that Princess wasn't to be fucked with. She'd scream her head off for little to no reason, spewing curses, insults, and threats of unemployment over the tiniest infractions. Most of the time, this ultimately ended with a firing or someone simply walking off the job, usually in tears. Though, now it was Princess who was the one who was crying, and without her big mouth to help her.

Tears had been welling up in the poodle's eyes for a while now. She didn't want to show any weakness, but she couldn't help herself. As the pain from the constant bare-bottom spanking built up until Princess finally gave in and started sniveling like a baby. She was disgusted by the sounds of her own sobs. She felt like she was letting them win, but she had no way to turn the tables. Defeated, she could only wriggle about on Marzipan's lap as the brutish mare held her legs down and slapped her ass over and over until it was glowing red.

"Oh look, she's crying already," said Marzipan in a mocking tone, stopping the spanking temporarily while she raked her fingertips across the punished poodle's sore rear-end.

"What a let down," replied Fifi. "She was talking such a big game earlier, I figured she make it at least one full day before breaking."

"Yeah, I'm a little disappointed," said Marz, turning her attention to the whimpering poodle once again. "What's the matter? Can't handle being spanked like the petulant little brat you are?"

Princess did her best to stifle her cries. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing they'd gotten the better of her. Even though it was obvious who was in charge at this point, Princess still hung onto whatever dignity she still had left. Even if it meant keeping her mouth shut while they had their fun.

Unfortunately for her, Fifi could smell the stoic defiance coming off her new pet and decided that they should move on to something a bit more advanced. Spanking was fun, but she had much bigger plans for Princess before the end of the night. The stuck-up poodle was going to learn some manners or suffer the consequences.

"That's enough," said Fifi. "Get her in the new onsie before she starts getting her strength back."

Marzipan cracked a sinister grin as she felt the naked poodle quivering in fear as the next phase of her training was announced. Still, she took the opportunity to deliver one final whack to the bitch's red, swollen rump before leaning over to whisper a promise in Princess' ear.

"Just wait until I get you to myself," said Marz in a threatening tone before rolling the semi-limp woman off her lap. The mare nearly let out a chuckle until she noticed the lack of amusement on Fifi's face. The hound scowled as she heard the sickening thud, and didn't hesitate to voice her displeasure to her loyal assistant.

"Idiot, why don't you just break her neck next time?" asked Fifi, clearly pissed off. Fortunately, she calmed down a lot once she saw the poodle trying to squirm across the floor, but she still sounded rather annoyed as she barked orders at Marz. "You're lucky she's not paralyzed. Now hurry up and get her prepped for her new life as our precious baby girl."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Marzipan as she got up and grabbed the folded-up onsie from atop a nearby ottoman, unfurling it with one quick motion and throwing it over her arm before turning her attention back to Princess. The sassy little bitch had only managed to crawl a few feet before the mare caught up to her and put a stop to her escape.

"No more..." whimpered Princess as she was dragged back over by the sofa and rolled onto her back.

It was then she got her first look at the new onsie Fifi had picked out for her. It looked a lot like a straightjacket, but it was sickeningly pink and had "Princess" embroidered across the chest along with two zippers that would open to grant access to her meager tits. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. It was bad enough being help captive by these two lunatics, but now it looked like they wanted to make her their baby or something. Just like one big fucked up family. As expected, Princess wanted nothing to do with it, but she didn't stand a chance against Marz. The giant mare knelt down, casting an intimidating shadow over her new plaything as she got to work.

The modified onsie opened up in the back like a typical straightjacket, and Marz had no problem forcing the poodle's nearly limp arms into the long sleeves. Once that was done, Princess was flipped roughly onto her stomach so her new onsie could be snapped shut in the back. Of course, snaps wouldn't be enough, Fifi would never allow that. She made sure all her baby clothes were as secure as possible. After all, the last thing she wanted was to see one of her precious babies escape. Like most of Fifi's modified baby attire, there were thick straps with locking buckles sewn-in, adding another layer of security on top of the high quality steel snaps. Once Marzipan had the straps buckled-up nice and tight, there was no way Princess would be able to weasel her way out.

"Make sure to get it nice and tight," said Fifi, presiding over the festivities with a watchful eye. She just couldn't wait to see how the onsie fit her new baby.

"Oh, she's snug as a bug alright," responded Marz as she helped the wobbly-legged poodle up onto her knees. It was then that Princess finally caught of glimpse of her fate for the next several months. As she knelt facing the center of the living room, she saw stacks of disposable diapers on the coffee table as well as a whole tray full of powders, lotions, and baby wipes to accompany them.

'This can't be for real,' thought Princess. She was groggy and easily-confused, but still had the presence of mind to know what was going on around her at this point. Still, she could only watch on in horror as the giant mare loomed over her and took hold of the extra-long sleeves of the onsie.

With little effort, Marz was able to wrap the long sleeves around the Princess' body, forcing the feeble bitch to give herself a nice, tight hug; her arms crossed and locked across her chest, just under her breasts. It was just like wearing a real straightjacket. Once the sleeves were fastened to the straps in the back, Princess had no hope of escape, a fact that she soon realized as soon as she had a chance to fidget around in her restraints.

Sadly, she could barely fight her way out of a paper bag at this point so any real struggling was out of the question. Not that it really mattered. Princess could tell right away it was futile. The childish-looking onsie wasn't made out of cotton or anything like you'd expect for an actual baby, it was thick canvas, dyed pink, and it had little to no give to it at all. She could barely move her arms an inch in any direction, which meant there was no way she'd be able to slip the straightjacket off over her head, even if she were at full strength. Not that it would matter soon. Even in her drug-induced haze she couldn't help but notice the crotch strap dangling from the front of the onsie. Once that was cinched up between her legs she'd be total trapped. It was a depressing thought, but her heart sank even further as she heard the sneering laughter of her two captors who were enjoying the show. It was enough to get tears running down her cheeks again.

On top of the claustrophobia of being locked in a skintight straightjacket, these two monsters were actually laughing at her meager attempts to get free. It became sickeningly clear that these women had no empathy for her at all. There was really no limit to what they might do to her. She was less than dirt to them. They could use her up and dispose of her like a piece of trash and no one would be the wiser. Well, except for her husband, but she knew she couldn't count on that bastard for anything.

As if that spineless shit-heap would step forward and risk implicating himself in all this if she were to mysteriously disappear. After all, he was the one that left her there. This was all his' fault in the first place. She'd be perfectly happy if she never saw or heard from him again after she got done taking his ass to court for this. She'd probably walk away with the entire estate, and then she'd get use the money to get back at these two. That is, if she ever made it out of this place alive. Fifi was coming toward her now, and she had a mad glint in her eye.

"Now, now, there's no point tiring yourself out," said Fifi, smirking. "That onsie isn't coming off without my help, and you haven't proven to me that you can be trusted yet."

As the hound reached down to grab Princess under the arm, the poodle snarled, curling her lips back to show off her teeth. It was a brazen threat, but Fifi knew the bitch didn't have anyway to back it up. Quick as lightning, the hound reached out and grabbed the uppity pup by one of her long dangly ears.

"Listen here, you stuck-up, prissy cunt," said Fifi, suddenly sounding very angry. "You ever snarl at me like that again and I'll file that pretty smile of yours down to nubs. Consider yourself warned. I won't be so nice the next time. Understand, bitch?"

Princess groaned as her ear was pinched, twisted, and pulled. Fifi was right in her face at this point, spewing vile threats. Princess was horrified, but couldn't look away while the hound had a tight grip on her ear. The standoffish expression on the poodle's face quickly gave way to a pitiful frown. Her lower lip quivered as though she were about to cry, but she managed to hold back the tears until her delicate ear was released from Fifi's kung-fu grip. Though, the situation went from bad to worse as Princess found herself being dragged to the center of the living room.

Fifi wasn't playing around anymore. Grabbing Princess by the collar of her straightjacket onsie, the irate hound pulled the unwilling pup across the floor. Princess whined as she was towed across the room, suffering some rather nasty carpet burns on her knees in the process. Though, she didn't have much time to fret over her knees as she found herself being shoved over onto an oversized changing mat that had been put down on the floor to protect the carpet.

Princess cowered as the diabolical hound knelt down and loomed over her. Fifi had no trouble getting the poodle turned over onto her back. Nevertheless, Princess was still putting a fight.

"Stay where I put you!" barked Fifi as she spread the poodle's bare legs open again after they snapped shut following the previous attempt to get the uncooperative pup into position. When the bitch forced her legs shut a second time, Fifi motioned for Marzipan to come over.

Knowing perfectly well what to do already, the mare didn't have to say a word. She quietly walked over to Princess, stepped over her, and knelt down so that she was straddling the frightened poodle's chest, facing her legs. With a grin, Marzipan lowered her heavy rear-end until she was basically sitting on the fussy bitch's chest. It was only a small portion of the mare's weight of course, but it was enough to make escape impossible.

Immediately, Princess tried to kick her legs in another pointless effort to buck the heavy Clydesdale off of her, but Marz wasn't bothered in the least. If anything, the poodle's weak kicking only made it easier for the quick-thinking mare to grab hold of the bitch's ankles in the chaos.

"No more... Please..." murmured Princess as her legs were spread open as wide as they could go. Unfortunately, her feeble begging only served to further annoy the massive mare that had her totally pinned down.

Without warning, Marzipan opened the poodle's legs a few inches further. It didn't seem like much, but it sent a clear message. Princess had no choice but to give in and go limp or risk being broken in half. Her feelings and comfort meant nothing now, and she'd be reminded each and every time she forgot. There was nothing she could do but lie there and accept whatever unwanted attention Fifi was about to lavish upon her.

"What a view," said Fifi as she got an eyeful of her new plaything's well-used pussy. However, the inspection wouldn't stop there. The domineering hound was going to get a look inside, for no other reason than to show Princess how far she'd fallen. Though, it was also an easy opportunity to crack jokes at the defenseless bitch.

"Better wear gloves. You don't know where she's been," said Marzipan, reveling in the poodle's utter humiliation.

"I'm way ahead of you," replied Fifi, not missing a beat. "This filthy cum-trap has been used recently. I can smell it on her already."

Princess swallowed hard as she heard the snap of the latex gloves against Fifi's wrists. Of course, the panicking pup couldn't see what was happening. All she could see besides the ceiling was Marzipan's massive back. Of course, the poor poodle also got a pretty good view of the mare's long, luxurious tail as it swished back and forth, whipping her face as she lie helplessly pinned-down to the floor. It was infuriating to say the least, but it was hardly a concern once she felt the hound's fingers on her vulnerable privates.

"Just as I thought," said Fifi as she spread open the poodle's pussy lips and took a look inside. It stank of stale semen, but otherwise it looked like a rather inviting hole. Going further, she went ahead and stuck her two longest fingers inside, pushing them in all the way.

"Ah..." gasped Princess. There was no pleasure in her voice; it was purely a reaction to her being violated by the hound's chubby fingers. This had to be the most degrading thing that Princess had ever suffered and it was all she could do to bite her tongue. She had a whole slew of insults and curses for these two, but she knew it would only make things worse. Unfortunately, as questions started coming, she had no choice but to speak. Whether she could answer in a calm and respectful tone would remain to be seen.

"Who'd you fuck before coming out tonight?" asked Fifi rather casually, continuing to probe around inside the poodle's love tunnel as she waiting for an answer.

"My husband... of course..." answered Princess, lying unconvincingly.

"Don't bullshit me, you cheating whore. There's no way that wimp stretched you out this bad. Come clean."

"It's true..." said Princess, maintaining her dishonesty to try and save face.

Fifi just smirked and shook her head, signaling to Marzipan that the bitch was lying. As punishment, the ruthless mare stretched the poodle's legs even further. It wasn't very much, but it brought Princess' spindly legs to their breaking point. Any more and she could find herself in a body cast.

"Listen up, you stupid whore. I know you're lying. This rancid hole of yours reeks of horse semen. Admit it; you met some young stallion a quickie. Then got into a car with your husband to drive here, didn't you?"

Still, Princess was too stubborn to admit anything to them. That is, until she felt a single claw rake its way across her g-spot. Even through the latex gloves it was enough to make her whimper and squirm. Though, Marz put a stop to that by applying just a bit more weight to the poodle's chest. Princess finally decided she'd had enough when she felt Fifi's claw a second time.

"Yes..." said the broken poodle, the pain and desperation heavy in her voice, "it's true..."

Fifi was glad to hear that the bitch was being honest for once, but she wasn't going to let her off the hook yet. The uncaring hound continued asking embarrassing questions as she slowly worked her fingers in and out of the poor pup's pussy hole.

"So, does hubby know, or is he just too stupid see what's right in front of him?"

"Doesn't know..." replied Princess after a short pause.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, sweet-heart, but he does know. In fact, he knows about a lot of your extra-marital activities. He told us all about them: the pool boy, the yoga instructor, and even your alleged tennis partner. He's had you figured out for a long time. How does that make you feel?"

A stomach-turning feeling of dread hit Princess like a train as she lay there, totally stunned. She had heard him comment on his suspicions in the past, but she had no idea that he knew about so many of her lovers. There was no point being in denial anymore; she had been exposed as the adulterous slut she was. All her lies were crumbling around her and she had no way to hide from Fifi's judgmental tirade.

"Nothing to say? How about I let you in on another little tidbit that I've been keeping from you? Hubby told me that he's known for a long, long time. He freely admitted that he hates the ever-loving shit out of you, and the only reason he hasn't divorced you is because he couldn't stand to see you get half of his money. Apparently, this is his alternative to divorce, sending you here to stay with us. Do you want to know why you're here?"

"Yes," answered Princess sheepishly. She'd hesitated at first, but the curiosity was too much. In all honesty, that had been a burning question in her mind since she arrived.

"Your husband paid us a very worthwhile sum of money to turn you into the perfect wife. He gave us permission to use any means necessary, even after we told him about our unorthodox methods. In fact, he told us we could do whatever we wanted to you as long as we got the job done. So, just to make it clear, he knows what we're going to do to you, and he doesn't care. He doesn't give a shit about you anymore. Is any of this getting through?"

"Yes," replied Princess, sounding hurt and irritated. The anger and frustration in her voice was obvious. She didn't need all this spelled out for her. She was perfectly aware how horrible she'd been to the people around her, especially her husband, but she didn't like being confronted with it. She preferred not to think about the consequences of her actions. Unfortunately, Fifi wasn't going to stop until she hammered the most important point home.

"Then tell me, who is going to come looking for you?"

Princess checked her mental rolodex, looking for the perfect smartass response to such a loaded question. However, before she could fire back with another snotty response, something very scary occurred to her. "No one," she said, more sad than annoyed this time. Of course, that was exactly what her captors had been trying to get through to her.

"Finally, we're making some progress here," said Fifi, glad to hear that their new pup was finally starting to understand the gravity of her situation. The hound slid her fingers out of the poodle's honey pot and wiped the excess juices off onto the bitch's thigh. "Yuck, sloppy and wet, I guess you're happy just as long as there's something in that dank pit of yours."

Princess stayed quiet, unable to find the words to describe her disdain. Too bad Fifi wasn't going to allow a pouting pup to ruin all the fun. The perverted hound refocused her energy on the poodle's tiny little clitoris, stoking it, flicking it, and generally teasing the sensitive nub. Princess couldn't help but twitch and wriggle as she tried to hide her body's involuntary responses to the unwanted fondling.

Though, there was no fooling Fifi's skilled nose. She could smell the poodle's arousal from a mile away. Though, there was no reason to feel ashamed. The hound's forte may have been punishments, but she was just as skilled at providing pleasure to good little girls and boys who deserved it. Of course, Princess wasn't a good little girl yet, so she was only going to get a small taste. As much as it disgusted the snobby bitch to have her clit flicked by some crazy lesbo, part of her was actually disappointed when the fun abruptly ended.

"That's enough for now," said Fifi, pulling her hands away from the poodle's trembling, unfulfilled sex. "This naughty pussy won't be getting anymore pleasure for a long, long time. Not until it's been properly punished for each and every cock its unfaithful whore of an owner has taken since her wedding vows."

'Oh god, what're they going to do to me?' thought Princess as she lay on her back, tears pouring from her eyes while a trickle of pussy juice ran down to her tailhole. Were they going to mutilate her? Torture her? What kind of sick shit passed for a punishment in this house of horrors? She wouldn't have to wait long to find out, though Fifi still wasn't finished.

"How funny, for a bitch with so little fur, you sure have a hairy pussy," said Fifi, turning her attention to the cute little tuft of carefully groomed hair that sprang up just above the poodle's pretty pink cock-slot. "Don't worry; I'll get you looking as pure and innocent as a newborn in no time."

'You're fuckin' sick, lady,' thought Princess, her sorrow and self-pity once again drying up into 100% pure, burning resentment. She felt like an idiot for feeling an ounce of remorse for anything she'd done up to this point. Her husband could go burn in hell for all she cared at this point. Fuck him and his broken heart, because he certainly wasn't an innocent victim in all of this. These maniacs weren't trying to do anything noble. They weren't avenging a jilted lover; they were just a couple of disturbed perverts paid to do god-knows-what to her. This was nothing more than an amusing game to them, a competition to see how far they could push her before she was completely broken. Well, they'd never beat her. Princess swore that to herself as she waited to find out what her punishment would be for having a scrap of pubic hair.

She still couldn't see a damn thing other than Marzipan's towering body in front of her. It was probably safe to assume a shave was in order, though the nervous poodle had no way to tell what was going on between her own legs. She expected to feel the chill of the razor any second. What she got instead was a sharp, biting pain as Fifi's tweezers plucked out a small patch of fluffy, white pubes.

"Oh my, she doesn't like that at all," said Marz with a chuckle, feeling the poodle's legs spasm each time Fifi yanked a couple more hairs out of the bitch's crotch.

"Well, she's just going to have to deal with it," replied Fifi coldly as she started tweezing out hairs ten at a time. "This is what she gets for being a loudmouthed little brat."

"Ow! Shit! Stop, goddamn it!" yelled Princess, a new string of curses flying from her lips each time she felt the bite of the tweezers. It hurt like hell, so much so that the poodle couldn't resist yelping and hollering despite the drugs, the effects of which seemed to be fading as time went on. Still, her constant complaining didn't do her any good. The more she protested, the more hairs Fifi plucked out in a single go, and the more irritated the big mare got.

"Keep it down or I'll knock your teeth out," bellowed Marzipan as she whipped the uppity bitch with her long tail, tired of all the pointless commentary.

"Calm down, champ," said Fifi, not bothering to look up from her work. "I'm going to shut her up just as soon as I'm finished with her pussy."

"We'll see about that!" barked Princess as she struggled in vain against the sleeves of her babyish straightjacket. She tried to rock back and forth, but Marz kept her pinned down firmly. Regrettably, none of the poor pup's efforts prevented Fifi from yanking each and every hair out of the poodle's pubic region.

The sadistic hound made the torment last for nearly ten minutes. After the poodle's shapely tuft of pubes had been picked clean, Fifi went around and plucked each and every stray hair around the bitch's slit to make sure the punishment lasted as long as possible before returning the tweezers to the grooming kit and stashing the leather case away with the rest of the baby supplies.

"Now you look like a proper baby slave," said Fifi, giving the poodle's hairless pussy a smack before reaching over and grabbing a thick disposable diaper from the table. She would have preferred the arrogant bitch be able to watch herself being diapered, but it couldn't be helped. Besides, there would be plenty of diaper changes to come. This would be Princess' first of many while living with Miss Fifi.

Marzipan pulled up on the poodle's legs, raising the bitch's bottom up off the changing mat while Fifi slid the fresh diaper underneath. Princess gulped as her rear-end was dropped back down onto the cushy padding. This wasn't the average adult diaper; it was noticeably thicker, more like a baby's. She blushed, expecting the diaper to be taped shut any moment, but Fifi wanted to apply some of her special "rash cream" first.

Princess whimpered as she felt the cool salve massaged into her freshly plucked diaper area. Of course, extra attention was paid to the various folds and flaps, even the clitoris. Fifi made sure to get in nice and deep too, working two of her gloved fingers in and out of the bitch's pussy hole. Once the poodle's front was coated, Fifi moved onto the tailhole and did the same.

Meanwhile, Marz had to resist the urge to burst out into laughter. She knew all about Fifi's special rash cream. It didn't prevent rashes, oh no. It burned like hell. It was like having a ferocious diaper rash, but worse. It only lasted a few hours, but the naive bitch would be in agony the whole time. As much as the spiteful mare wanted to let the cat out of the bag, she figured it would be more fun to let Princess discover the secret on her own.

"There we are. You're looking more like an innocent little girl already," said Fifi, stripping off her latex gloves before folding the diaper up between the poodle's legs and tapping it shut. She checked to make sure the tapes were even. Then confirmed the leg gathers were nice and tight against the bitch's skinny thighs. Everything checked out, and Fifi gave the new baby a pat on the butt to signal that she was done.

Princess blushed as she heard her captors giggling and cooing at her like she was a baby or something. 'Dress me up as cute as you want; I'm never going to be your baby,' she thought to herself, too embarrassed to even complain anymore. If their goal was to bring her down a peg, they'd succeeded. However, the punishment had just begun as the shy little puppy began to feel a burning in her diapers.

"It burns. Take it off, please. It's really burning," said Princess as she was helped to her feet by her two captors.

Of course, they ignored her and went about their business. Marz held Princess still while Fifi fastened the crotch strap on the poodle's onsie. It slipped between the pup's legs and attached to the back of the onsie with snaps and buckles, covering the bitch's diaper almost completely. It looked just like a real onsie when it was all done up and Fifi thought Princess looked as cute as can be.

Each taking an arm, Fifi and Marz practically carried the light-weight poodle toward the door to the kitchen. They wanted to get her sat down with a gag in her mouth before the fireworks really began, but it seemed to be too late for that already.

"What did you do to me? It's getting worse!" cried Princess, the fire on her ass and pussy getting hotter and hotter with each passing second. At first, it was merely irritating, but soon she was clawing at the insides of her modified onsie in a desperate attempt to free her arms so she could tear this infernal diaper off. As expected, her claws were useless against the thick canvas sleeves that kept her restrained in strict bondage as she was led into the kitchen.

"Don't worry your empty little head. That burning is just my special rash cream," said Fifi with a smirk. "It's perfect for punishing little sluts who can't keep their legs closed so you'll be getting plenty more in the future. I'm sure your husband would approve, don't you?"

"Fuck you all," said Princess with a growl. Her strength was obviously starting to come back, but she still doubted she could stand on her own. Luckily, her captors had a special seat just for her.

"Keep it up," said Fifi, surprised that the poodle was still so sharp-tongued. "I'm keeping track of every naughty word in my head, and you're going to be sorry for each one before you leave here. But first, you need a timeout so you can calm down."

"I don't need to calm down; I need help. It feels like I'm burning up! Do something!" yelled Princess as she was carried across the kitchen toward the timeout stool.

"No talking bitch, you're in timeout now," said Marz bluntly as she and Fifi set Princess down on the tall wooden stool. They both let go over her arms and watched carefully to make sure she wouldn't slouch over and fall on her head. Fortunately, the poodle's strength had returned enough so that she could keep herself seated safely. It didn't matter that she was still a little wobbly; the stool was bolted to the floor to make sure it wouldn't tip.

"Marzipan is right. No talking in timeout," said Fifi, lecturing the groggy poodle perched on the stool in front of her while Marz shackled the bitch's ankles to the legs of the stool with leather cuffs. "Each time you whine, moan, or speak, you'll be getting another ten minutes in timeout. You can sit here all night for all I care, so don't test me."

"You can't do this! Aren't you listening to me?! Goddamn it; I feel like my crotch is on fire!" hollered Princess, ignoring the hound's warning.

"We can do this, and we are doing it," replied Fifi, smirking arrogantly. "As for the burning, there's nothing that can stop it now. Soap and water won't do a thing. You'll just have to get used to it, because it's not going away anytime soon. Now, let's deal with that filthy mouth of yours, shall we?"

Princess just scowled, wincing in pain as she tried to ignore the burning agony radiating from within her diapers. The fire seemed to be spreading everywhere down there. At first it was just on her skin, but soon it was burning the inside of her tailhole and vagina as well. It was pure torture, and no amount of squirming and gritting her teeth did anything to help. Even the pillowy-soft padding of her diaper felt like searing sandpaper against her smoldering private parts. How long were these two going to leave her suffering like this? Unfortunately, Princess saw things go from bad to worse as Fifi walked over to the sink and grabbed a bar of soap from the cabinet.

'This bitch can't be serious. Washing my mouth out with soap? I'm not a goddamn ten year old,' thought Princess, watching anxiously as Fifi rinsed the bar under the faucet and got it lathered up.

Unlike before, the pitiful poodle could see her punishment coming this time. She felt totally helpless, sitting there on the tall stool while the smiling hound strolled back toward her with a wet bar of soap in hand. There was nothing Princess could do besides wriggle around and try to fight against her restraints. However, the durable sleeves of her onsie-style straightjacket still wouldn't budge, and she toes couldn't even reach the tile floor, thanks to the shackles around her ankles. There was no chance of escape.

"Open up," said Fifi, holding the frothy bar of soap in front of the poodle's face.

As could be expected, Princess didn't open her mouth. She just sat there, staring angrily at the big hound. Her injured pride was telling her to lash out at whoever was foolish enough to try and wash her mouth out with soap. It was a stupid move, but she still clung to the hope that if she was violently uncooperative for long enough, her captors would eventually consider her a lost cause and send her home. Luckily for her, she didn't even get a chance to dig her own grave any deeper as Marzipan came up behind her and grabbed her by the muzzle.

Once Marz managed to work her fingers into the poodle's mouth, she had no problem prying the bitch's mouth open and keeping that way while Fifi reached out and jammed the bar of soap in. Immediately, Princess began trying to struggle, but the mare held on tight while Fifi forced the bar all the way to the back of the pup's mouth and held it there.

"Consider this a taste of things to come, young lady. You'll be getting plenty more if you can't clean up your language," said Fifi sternly as she grabbed a leather cuff and wrapped it around the poodle's muzzle.

'I'm going to kill you fucking bitches someday,' thought Princess as she felt the cuff tighten and cinch her mouth shut, forcing her to bite down. With her teeth embedded in the soft bar of soap, she had no prayer of spitting it out. All she could do was growl, but even that was met with stinging laughter as soap suds began to bubble from her chin.

"Hopefully that will shut her up for a while," said Marzipan. Her job finished for now, she stepped around the seething pup and took position next to Fifi. Together, the two smiling ladies took a moment to enjoy the view.

The prissy rich bitch was red-faced and fuming, groaning and hollering into her soapy gag. She was probably cussing up a storm, but not a word of it was intelligible. The pathetic display continued until the ferocious poodle accidentally swallowed a sizable portion of the soapy saliva that had been pooling under her tongue. Suddenly, she found herself too nauseated to speak.

All her piss and vinegar seemed to fade away as she sat there, trying not to think about the horrendously bitter taste coating her mouth. The soap was so strong it burned her taste buds and irritated her throat, while the pungent fragrance of spring flowers invaded her sinus cavities, making her even more lightheaded. It didn't take long before Princess realized that this punishment was more than just degrading, it was nearly as hellish as the fire raging down in her diapers. Combined, it was the worst suffering of her life, and it showed as tears began to pour down her cheeks.

"Aw, I think we're getting through to her," said Fifi. "She's acting more like a baby already."

"As annoying as she is, I think we're going to have a lot of fun with this one," responded Marz. "She's talks a big game, but then she's blubbering like an infant the moment we put her in her place."

"Don't worry, dear. You'll get some alone time with her sooner or later. I can already tell you two are going to do a lot of bonding in the coming weeks."

"The sooner the better, I cant wait to give my strapon a ride in this bitch's crap-hole."

"Maybe, we'll have to see how dinner goes. Speaking of which, this brat has another thirty minutes of timeout to go. That should give us plenty of time to enjoy a nice, relaxing meal."

With that, Fifi turned and made her way to the fridge while Marzipan stayed a bit longer to loom over the terrorized pup while dinner was being prepared. The remorseless mare was quite satisfied with herself. It took less than an hour to turn that rich snob into the sobbing little bitch that sat quivering atop the timeout stool. For having such a big mouth, Princess sure didn't have much to say now that it was just her and Marz.

"I'll make you a deal," said Marzipan, grinning devilishly as she leaned down, speaking softly to her teary-eyed prey. "If you beg for forgiveness right now and promise to eat me out real good, I'll ask Fifi to let you out of timeout right now."

Princess sniffled but otherwise stayed silent, not wanting some stray noise to be interpreted as a response. This had to be some kind of test, she thought. Even if it wasn't, she didn't want her tongue anywhere near either of her captor's sweaty pussies. She figured it would be easier to just sit and suffer through her punishment. It was a nightmare, but at least it had more dignity than being used like a piece of toilet paper.

"Think you're too good for me, eh?" asked Marz, lifting the poodle's chin and looking her in the eye. "You just wait and see. Pretty soon you'll be begging for it."

"Don't bother making any deals with Marzipan," said Fifi, butting into the conversation. "I'm calling the shots, and there's no way I'm going to end this punishment early."

"Well, she'll have to learn eventually, right?" replied Marz, releasing the pup's chin and turning to face Fifi.

"No deals! Now get your buns over here, dinner is going to be ready in five minutes," said the hound impatiently, not looking up from her work as she assembled ingredients for a salad in a large mixing bow.

Marz did as she was told and headed to her spot at the table, grabbing an enormous can of beer from the fridge on the way. There would be plenty of time to play later. For now she was going to kick back and relax while Princess watched from her naughty-girl stool. What better way to show that bitch how insignificant she was than by ignoring her while she suffered. Apparently, Fifi had the same thought, quietly tossing the salad while her new baby sniveled and whined in agony from the other side of the room.

Though, as miserable as she was, Princess was glad to no longer be the center of attention. Everything was beginning to hit her all at once, and she felt as if she could finally cry in peace without being teased. Fortunate indeed, since she had plenty to cry about, and not just the soapy taste in her mouth or the fire in her diapers. She'd been dumped her by her husband, not to mention being beaten, bound, and fondled. Now she was sitting here in a ridiculous looking pink straightjacket and a two inch thick diaper waiting for her deranged babysitters to eat dinner.

'This has got to be some kind of fucked up nightmare,' thought Princess as she looked down at her outfit. It made her sick the way they had her dressed up like some kind of baby sex slave. God forbid anyone she knew saw her all babied up like this, she'd never be able to show her face in public again. Though, while she was busy thinking about her reputation, a dreadful thought cross her mind.

She hadn't thought about it before, but eventually she would have to go to the bathroom. They had obviously put her in diapers to humiliate her, why would they go out of their way to take her to the bathroom and undress her? No, that didn't seem like their style. They'd make her go right in her pants, and then laugh about it. She couldn't imagine sitting in her own piss, let alone shit. The idea alone made the fancy, spoiled poodle want to gag. Nonetheless, she continued to stare down at her thickly padded underpants in disbelief until strands of soapy drool started dribbling out of her downturned mouth onto her crossed arms below.

Immediately self conscious of her child-like drooling, Princess lifted her head and instinctively gulped down the excess saliva that had been collecting in her mouth, once again getting a belly full of suds. She groaned in disgust and tried to ignore the thick taste of soap that coated her tongue and lips, but it was so bitter and overpowering that she found herself trying to push the bar out of her mouth with her tongue. Naturally, the soap didn't budge an inch, and all the extra effort only helped dig her teeth in deeper and create more lather. She whimpered and whined, so desperate for relief that she couldn't help but make her frustration known. Too bad she couldn't speak up while her mouth was packed with soap, because her two captors had no problem enjoying their meal despite her meager groans.

Fifi carried the bowl over to the table and hummed a merry tune as she scooped the salad onto their plates. Being the meat-eater of the house, she had some cubed chicken to go along with hers. Marz, on the other hand, was content with just the greens, and got the lion's share of the salad, her bowl being nearly as big as the serving dish.

As soon as Fifi took her seat, the meal got underway, but they didn't bother to rush for Princess' sake. They took their time, sipping wine and making small talk between themselves between bites. They discussed their new plaything like she wasn't even there, going on and on about what a vile little cunt she was, and how they couldn't wait to put her through the wringer. Princess just had to sit there and listen as they jabbered on about her training.

Marzipan sounded eager to teach the bitch how to properly care for her husband. She went on and on about all her different toys, going into detail about how each one would fit into the regiment. Butt plugs would train the poodle tight tailhole while massive cock-shaped gags would eliminate her gag reflex. Then, the mare would use her collection of strapons to test the lowly slave's newfound skills. Of course, it wasn't all about hubby's pleasure; Marz was going to make sure Princess knew how to work a clit too. By the time that hoity-toity bitch went home, she'd be a perfect little fuck-toy.

Fifi, on the other hand, was seemingly obsessed with diapers and doling out strict discipline for bad behavior. She was all about permanent diaper-dependency, laxatives, and horrific recipes for different enema solutions. Not to mention more paddles, restraints, and public humiliation which she planned to use to correct the poodle's undesired behavior as the weeks went on. She was confident she'd have the pup calling her "mommy" in no time.

As the conversation went on, Princess couldn't decide which of the two women was worse. Getting more and more upset as the discussion progressed, she couldn't help but break down into hysterical sobbing. It had only been ten minutes, but she was ready to beg for mercy. She pleaded for someone to take the soap out of her mouth so she could explain, but neither was willing to get up from their dinner, not even to quiet her down. She figured they would be glad to hear that she wanted to surrender. However, all Princess earned for her willingness to cooperate was another stern lecture from Fifi delivered from across the room while Marzipan tried to contain her amusement.

"I thought I told you, young lady. No talking in timeout. Now mommy has to give you ten more minutes," said Fifi, pulling an electronic timer out of her apron pocket and adding the extra minutes with overly emphatic button presses. Though, when she didn't get a dramatic enough response from the poor poodle, she decided to up the ante a bit. "In fact, I owe you another ten minutes for that mouthful you gave me before we got the soap into your mouth."

Again, Princess could only watch helplessly, her eyes full of sorrow, as the sadistic hound added yet another ten minutes to the timer. It felt like she was witnessing her own death sentence being handed down. She didn't think she could handle an extra twenty minutes of swallowing down suds while writhing in agony from the searing pain of her nuclear diaper rash. It seemed like a fate worse than death, and that was on top of whatever time she had left on her punishment in the first place. Afraid of getting more time added, Princess turned her head down and continued blubbering, much more quietly this time.

"Bawl like a baby all you want. I'm not going to feel sorry for you," said Fifi. "You need to learn that when I say something, I mean it. I don't take insolent behavior lightly, and there will be harsh consequences when you don't obey. You'd do well to get that through you thick skull as soon as possible."

Satisfied that she'd gotten her message across, Fifi set the timer down next to her plate and turned her focus back toward dinner. Still, she continued to eat as slow as possible to account for the extra twenty minutes she'd given herself. For each bite she took, she spent several minutes sipping her wine and chatting with Marzipan.

The callous women took bets whether Princess could make it the rest of the timeout without adding anymore minutes to her punishment. They both had a laugh, while Princess' heart sank even further. Nonetheless, the poodle was smart enough to remain seen and not heard, not wanting to drag out her suffering any longer than necessary. Fortunately, she wasn't the topic of conversation for too long.

Eventually, Fifi and Marz got onto the topic of previous baby slaves they'd trained throughout the years. At first, Princess preferred the new subject matter. However, as they went on, the stories only got darker and more disturbing.

The tales ranged from the sickening to the bizarre. Sissy boys locked in permanent chastity and pimped out to men with huge cocks. Beautiful young women shaved bald, transformed into brainless animals and sold as sex slaves. Baby slaves getting their faces shoved into their own stinky, shitty diapers. Even full-fledged toilet slaves, complete with degrading tattoos scrabbled all over their bodies. It seemed that these two sociopaths had tried their hands at any kind of sick perversion imaginable. Having heard more than enough for one evening, the broken-down poodle tried to ignore it all, but she had no way to block out their loud boasting.

The stories kept coming long after the dynamic duo had finished their dinner. They seemed content to chit-chat over their empty plates for what seemed like an eternity as they waited for the timer to go off. As the time crawled by, it got harder and harder for Princess to keep her composure. She felt like she was on the verge of a total meltdown when she heard the most wonderful sound she could ever imagine.

"Is it time already?" said Marz, perking up at the beeping of the electronic timer.

"Looks like it," replied Fifi, reaching down into her pocket to silence the alarm. "Time does fly, doesn't it, Princess?"

The exhausted poodle just closed her eyes and nodded her head slowly. She wasn't in the mood for anymore teasing, but she was so relieved to hear the timer that she didn't dare do anything to risk another ten minutes on this god-forsaken stool. However, the look in Marzipan's eye as she approached was enough to let Princess know that she wasn't out of the woods yet.

The mare took position behind Princess, tying a frilly bib around her neck while Fifi grabbed a couple of glasses from the cabinet. She filled one of them with water and brought them over to the poor pup who was waiting patiently with her eyes pointed down at the floor. The nervous poodle looked up just in time to see Fifi nod her head, the signal for Marz to remove the leather cuff from the bitch's muzzle.

"Don't think this is an invitation to speak," said Marzipan as she undid the buckle, hastily removing the cuff as well as the bar of soap with a single motion.

As instructed, Princess stayed quiet while she waited to be spoken to. To her surprise, Fifi rewarded her obedience with a mouthful of cool, pure water. The beaten and abused poodle was happy to cooperate, sloshing the water around, trying to get as much of the awful taste out of her mouth as possible before Fifi lifted the empty glass to collect the soapy backwash. Much to Princess' relief, this process was repeated a second and third time, until all the water had been transferred from one glass to the other. It didn't get the taste of soap out of her mouth completely, but it helped. Though, the feeling of relief didn't last long as Fifi returned to the fridge to grab dinner for the new baby.

"Now that your mouth is all nice and clean, we can get some real food in your tummy," said Fifi, removing the plastic wrap from a big bowl of cold oatmeal and carrying it over to the timeout stool. "Though, I'm not sure why I'm even doing this. You more than deserve to go to bed hungry after that shameful display earlier. However, it _is_your first day, so I'm going to be lenient as long as you can show me you're ready to behave."

With that, Marzipan put her hands on Princess' shoulders to hold her still while Fifi loaded up a big spoon with a heaping helping of her special oatmeal. Before the poodle could even think about turning her head away, she found the spoonful of gummy mush being forced into her semi-parted lips. Just from the taste alone, it was obvious that this wasn't regular oatmeal.

"Ugh, what's in this," said Princess, groaning as she accidentally swallowed some of the awful food. It was gritty and lumpy, but worst of all was the taste. It was bland, yet had a strangely medicinal taste at the same. She immediately felt like a fool for trusting the hound's honeyed words for even a second. The only reason she was being fed was because this slop was likely packed with more drugs.

In an instant, the poodle's demeanor changed from docile to aggressive as she tried to resist the second mouthful. This time she was ready and managed to turn her muzzle up at the spoonful of oatmeal before it could be rammed into her mouth. However, her plan quickly backfired as Marzipan grabbed her under her chin and held her head still. As if that wasn't enough, the pitiless mare also grabbed a fistful of the poodle's poofy hair to give Fifi an opening. Naturally, the crafty hound was ready, sneaking the second bite into Princess' gaping mouth as she hollered out in pain.

"Looks like you want it do things the hard way," said Fifi with a sigh as she held the spoon in the fussy-eater's mouth. "Well, that's just fine with me."

It was clear the bossy hound was getting annoyed, but Princess refused to swallow anyway. She didn't want any of the poison they were trying to shove down her throat, expecting another dose of the mysterious weakness drug. Though, she couldn't have been further from the truth. There really weren't any sedatives in the oatmeal. There were just various nutritional supplements added, not to mention laxatives, diuretics, and enough fiber to guarantee a full diaper by the time the morning rolled around.

It was Fifi's special recipe, and every diaper baby who came for a visit got more of it than they could ever want. Every infraction committed in Fifi's nursery came with a serving, meaning most new arrivals get nothing but oatmeal their first two weeks. It was nearly impossible to make it a whole day without breaking any of the unwritten rules of the nursery, and there was no hope of avoiding her wrath if she happened to be in a bad mood. All it took was a few servings before her helpless slaves were trembling at the mere sight of a spoon. Though, they all inevitably got used to it in the end. Princess would be no different.

No matter how much pride the poodle had, her hunger would eventually get the best of her and she'd be begging for food of any kind. That is, if Fifi didn't get it down the bitch's throat through force or a feeding tube. After all, the oatmeal was a crucial part of the training regiment. It helped even the most reluctant girls and boys to take that final step into babyhood, and gave plenty of opportunities to practice. By the time Princess got to return home, she'd be completely diaper dependant, Fifi had no doubts on that.

For now though, the prissy poodle wasn't going to swallow a single bite. She held the yucky tasting baby food in her mouth until the spoon was finally pulled away and then spit it out as quickly as she could. Some of it dribbled down onto her bib, but much of it spewed forward onto the unsuspecting hound.

Princess knew she'd fucked up dearly when she saw the look of sheer aggravation appear on Fifi's face. She looked as though she was one second away from slapping the poodle into next Tuesday as she wiped the oatmeal off her face. When Marzipan's laughter broke the silence, Princess thought she was done for, that Fifi was literally going to kill her. Fortunately, the situation deescalated quickly.

Fifi shot a hard glare at Marzipan, silencing the mare's giggling instantly. Then the hound's expression changed from anger to cockiness, stroking her chin as though she was pondering some deep philosophy. In reality, it hadn't taken her long at all to decide on a fitting punishment, which she was happy to share.

"You don't like my cooking? Fine, you can just go to bed hungry," said Fifi, doing her best impression of a motherly guilt trip. "Let's see if you're still a picky eater after being fed nothing but formula for the next few days. Since you want to eat like a baby, I'll feed you from a bottle like one. How does that sound?"

"I'm not a baby, goddamn it!" snapped Princess, thrashing about as much as she could before Marzipan tightened her grip.

"We'll see about that, young lady," said Fifi with a sneer as she pulled something from her apron pocket. It was a leather muzzle, perfect for keeping an unruly bitch fangless and quiet for an extended period of time. The hound made sure to have it handy for just such an occasion, knowing how rowdy things could get on the first day of training with a new baby. "Marz, hold her still," she said, "I've heard enough for one night."

Princess tried to holler back again, but found Marzipan too quick. The big mare held the poodle's jaw shut while Fifi slid the leather muzzle over the bitch's mouth. It all happened so fast, Princess hardly had anytime to react. In a matter of seconds, the muzzle was buckled around her head making it impossible to get off without the use of her hands. She could only open her lips the tiniest bit, just barely enough to slip her tongue out. Even though the end of the muzzle was open, there was no way she'd be able to eat, and talking would me limited to mumbling only. No matter how much the willful poodle tried, she couldn't get the thick leather muzzle to give at all. Instead, she only succeeded in tiring out her jaw as she tried to scream in protest. To her horror, she sounded like nothing more than a child throwing an incoherent tantrum.

"I'm sick of looking at this bitch," said Fifi, smirking arrogantly as she saw how red-faced and frustrated her little plaything was getting due to the strict muzzle. "Take her to bed for me, would you Marz? You can even have a half hour with her before you put her down in the crib for the night."

Marzipan's eyes lit up while Princess looked more terrified than she had since her arrival. Nevertheless, Fifi didn't take any pity on her, watching with hands on her hips as the excited mare detached the poodle's leather ankle cuffs from the stool. Princess kicked her legs for dear life, but the massive Clydesdale had no problem maintaining control of the situation and slinging the skinny bitch over her shoulder.

"Let's go, baby girl. Now it's my turn to teach you some respect," said Marzipan, giving Princess a firm swat on her thickly diapered, but still burning, rear-end.

"Have fun, you two," snickered Fifi as she watched Marz carry the squirming, kicking poodle away.

"Oh, we will," responded Marz, disappearing down the hallway with her prize over her shoulder, leaving Fifi to clean up the mess in the kitchen.