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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 2

Princess squealed and shouted, kicking her legs frantically as she was carried down the hall. She had no idea where she was being taken, but she had a good idea of what to expect when she got there. She began to feel more and more anxious the further they got from the kitchen. It was becoming increasingly clear that Fifi wasn't playing mind games this time. Princess was really going to be left alone with the vindictive mare, totally defenseless.

The panicking poodle still couldn't see anything besides Marzipan's back. However, the sound of a heavy door opening was unmistakable. As they crossed the threshold into the next room, the smell in the air changed from clean linen and scented candles to the odor of baby powder and sour formula. This was obviously where the "babies" were kept. Though, before she could get a sense of where she was, she felt herself being flung down off the mare's shoulder.

The poodle let out a fearful whine as she plummeted, sure that she was going to hit the ground with enough force to break her back. Readying for a hard impact, she was relieved when her fall ended prematurely and without the thud she expected. When she opened her eyes, she found herself on a large, luxurious mattress. The accommodations were certainly better than what she had been picturing, but as she looked around it became obvious that her bed was more than it seemed.

As she lay helplessly on her back, she saw tall wooden bars towering up from three of the four sides of the bed; it looked more like a crib than anything. That's when it occurred to her that she _was_in a crib, an oversized crib for adults. A childish mobile hung high above her, and both the head and foot of the bed were piled high with pillows and stuffed animals. Looking around, she was surrounded by pinks and purples: the walls, the bedding, even the furniture matched the overly-girly theme of the room.

She swallowed hard, realizing that all the threats were true. They were really going to treat her like a big baby, and they had the tools to do it; the heat from her diapers was a constant reminder of that. She sat up to get a better view, which proved difficult without the use of her arms, and watched as Marzipan got ready for the bed time ritual.

'Is this really about to happen?' thought Princess as she observed Marz digging through a drawer of, what appeared to be, dildos of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. The shameless mare would pull out one or two of the floppy rubber dongs, size them up, and then toss them back to look for something else. Most of them were too large for breaking in a new slave. Maybe in another month or two it would be a different story, but for now she needed something a bit more modest. Of course, her idea of modest differed greatly from that of the poodle.

Princess didn't look at all pleased by the selection of a nine inch, ruby-red dog dick. It wasn't the longest in the drawer, but the knot was as wide as the flare on even the most well-hung stallions. The poodle had taken bigger in the past, but not in the asshole. In fact, she'd only tried anal once in the past and it was with her husband. She hated it then, finding it more uncomfortable than pleasurable, and he wasn't nearly as big as the toy Marz had picked out.

"I can't wait to teach that bad little butt of yours a lesson," said Marzipan as she tossed the weighty toy down on the mattress next to the poodle's head.

Princess just responded with a dirty look, hoping to hide the fact that she was more scared than she'd ever been in her life. However, it became harder and harder to pretend to be tough as she watched the mare getting ready. Before long, the poor bitch was struggling in her onsie as tears formed in her eyes.

"I know how bad you want it, sweety, but you have to be patient," said Marz, a mischievous grin on her face as she slipped out of her cutoff shorts and thong, leaving them in a pile.

Now that her glorious pussy had been freed from her confining shorts, she thought about sitting down right on the poodle's face to get a little stress relief. Bullying this scrawny bitch had gotten the mare all wet down there and she was definitely in the mood to get her clit licked by a crying baby slave. However, she decided to pleasure herself later. For now, it was business. She had to show this rich little cunt what happened when she didn't obey.

"Fucking a worthless whore like you into submission will be a real treat. Can you smell how wet you've gotten my pussy already?" asked Marz as she slipped into her strapon harness.

Her trusty harness was made of thick leather and had heavy-duty buckles to stand up to hours of strenuous use. It never loosened up or started slipping, no matter how intense the session got, which was critical. Marzipan hated to be interrupted once she'd gotten a good rhythm going, especially if she was in the middle of a punishment. She didn't want anything to distract her while she turned the bitch's ass into hamburger meat.

A chill ran up the poodle's spine as Marz reached down and grabbed the big rubber cock off the bed. She secured it to the front of the harness and then turned her focus back to Princess. Showing no mercy, the mare grabbed the bitch by the hair and lifted her head, forcing her to take a good long look.

"I bet this makes you pine for your bitch-ass husband," said Marzipan, showing off her new cock, relishing the hopelessness in the poodle's eyes.

The longer Princess kept her eyes locked on the thick, red knot, the harder it became to hide her trepidation. That thing was going to tear her ass in two, she thought. Soon she had tears pouring down her cheeks, and they didn't stop when the mare let go of her hair. On the contrary, her mewling only increased in volume as she realized it was time to get started.

Marzipan didn't want to wait any longer. She grabbed the poodle by the ankles and pulled the bitch to the side of the crib, letting her skinny legs hang off the edge. For just a moment, the bitch thought maybe her tailhole would be spared, until she was flipped over onto her belly by the powerful mare.

Princess could feel tugging at the back of her straightjacket onsie. Knowing what was coming, she pissed herself in a fear, soaking the front of her diaper with a steady stream of hot urine. She'd had to go for a while, but she was hoping to hold out until she was alone. Now she was stuck in a wet diaper like the big cry baby she was, and the humiliation that would surely come along with that as soon as the mare saw what she'd done.

A moment later, the crotch strap was undone, exposing the seat of the Princess' yellow-stained disposable diaper for all to see. She blushed as felt a strong hand patting the soggy padding between her legs. Sure enough, Marz couldn't resist commenting.

"Look at that!" said the mare with a laugh. "The big, bad, shit-talking bitch just soaked her sissy diapers in terror. That's got to be some kind of record. Usually the new recruits have enough dignity to wait at least a few hours before piddling all over themselves."

Princess wanted to die of embarrassment, but she was thankful to at least have a diaper to cover her privates. However, soon she wouldn't even have that, as the back of her diaper was pulled down to reveal her naked ass. She felt so vulnerable, bent over the side of the crib, her tailhole on display for all to see.

"Nice smooth ass, tight little puckered-up butthole, you've got everything I look for in a new piece of fuck meat," said Marzipan, looking down at the poodle's rump with contempt as she smeared a thin layer of lube onto her strapon. Eager to get started, she stepped forward and grabbed the bitch by the tail, yanking it upward.

Princess reacted on impulse, kicking her legs back, hoping to fight off her attacker. She hit Marzipan squarely on the inner thigh, but it didn't even slow her down. If anything, Princess did more damage to herself, likely bruising her delicate foot when she slammed it into the mare's hard, muscular thighs. Still, Marz wasn't going to let it slide.

"No more hitting!" she bellowed, scolding the struggling poodle like a child. As expected, Princess went still, afraid of further retaliation. Regardless, Marzipan tightened her grip on the poodle's tail and began mercilessly thrashing the sobbing bitch's buttocks with her open palm.

Princess was wailing louder than ever in no time. She couldn't believe how much a simple slap on her ass could hurt. Each smack stung more and more as both her already sore butt cheeks were beaten, and it didn't stop until poodle's ass was red and throbbing and mumbling apologies through her muzzle. To her, it felt like an eternity, and made her forget all about the playful spanking she'd gotten earlier. Though, in reality, the whole ordeal had only lasted half a minute, proving that Princess was truly nothing more than a disobedient pup in the hands of Marzipan.

"Now let's hope you remember that. Next time I catch you trying to punch, kick, scratch, or bite anyone, I'm going to pull out the belt and whip the skin off your hide, and I don't want to have to do that," said Marzipan as she gave the bitch's ass a tight squeeze. "I'd hate to see that pretty behind of yours ruined by a bunch of ugly, bloody welts. Believe it or not, I can be a real softie. That is, if I grow to like you. Keep acting out like this though, and I'll be your worst nightmare. Let me show you what I do to all the bad little girls and boys."

Princess whined as she felt her ass cheeks being parted. She tried to squirm away, but found that she couldn't out maneuver a sloth with her arms crossed and pinned under her chest. Besides, she'd never get far while the mare had a grip on her tail. Her only hope was to plead for mercy, but she could barely speak. She tried, but nonetheless, failed miserably, sounding more like a hysterical toddler.

As she felt the narrow tip of the dildo pressing against her tailhole, she went surprisingly silent. She knew there was no point in arguing about it at this point and resigned herself to being fucked up the ass as punishment for her earlier disrespect. All she could do was grit her teeth and get ready for what was coming.

Unfortunately, nothing could have prepared her for what happened next, as two thirds of the nine inch dog cock were slammed up into her ass, causing her to squeal in agony and surprise. She ground her face into the soft comforter in an effort to distract herself, but nothing could dull the initial pain.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it before you know it. Then you'll be my sweet little butt-slut that I can use whenever I want," said Marz, beginning to thrust in and out. She started slow, not even thinking about knotting the bitch yet. They had plenty of time to reach that point; this was just a warm up.

Meanwhile, warm up or not, Princess was already crying her eyes out, blubbering incessantly as her tailhole was ravaged. Even if it wasn't the biggest strapon in the collection, it felt huge to her. The shaft got wider as it went in, stretching her hole repeatedly as it was pumped in and out. It felt like it was being rammed in just a little bit further each time, forcing an undignified grunt out of the poor poodle every time she was fucked deeper and deeper.

"Keep making those sexy noises for me," said Marzipan with an unsympathetic chuckle as she continued to thrust her hips. She loved all the grunts and groans that came out her weak little playthings as she stuffed their asses. She just hoped Fifi wouldn't come in and interrupt their fun before she got a chance to show off the knot.

Princess hated giving her captor what she wanted, but she couldn't help but make those vulgar noises as she was pounded up the shitter. It felt like she was being punched in the stomach each time the cock filled her ass. She had no idea how long she'd been suffering at this point, but it seemed like it would never end.

Her shame continued to grow with each minute that passed, feeling more and more like a piece of worthless fuck meat as she listened to the guttural groans that escaped her throat each time she felt the cock plunge deep inside of her. She nearly sounded like a pig with all her scandalous grunting and squealing, and the disgrace hurt almost as much as the huge phallus in her asshole. Still, it wasn't enough for the brutal mare who was doing the fucking.

"C'mon, louder, bitch!" ordered Marz, giving the poodle a sharp slap on the rump as she continued.

Princess shrieked and resumed choking back sobs as she felt the stinging hand-print-shaped welt begin to rise up on her already reddened backside. By this point, she was so terrorized and abused that she was willing to do anything she was told to get the punishment over with faster. However, there was no respite, no matter how obediently she heeded the mare's words. If anything, the fucking only got faster and harder as the poodle's tail-pipe began to loosen up.

"What a good little slut. You're already taking it up the ass like a champ," said Marz. "In fact, I think you're ready for the coup de grâce."

'No, please. Anything but that,' thought Princess, tears pouring from her eyes. She knew what was coming next, but there was nothing she could do besides tense-up and get ready for the incredible pain that was surely follow. Not realizing that she'd only make things worse by doing so.

Sure enough, the sadistic mare was hell-bent on breaking this stuck-up bitch. She leaned into the poodle's ass hard, pushing up again the bitch's skinny rump until the fat knot at the base of strapon slipped inside all at once. In an instant, Princess was thrashing about on the mattress, kicking her legs with all her might, but she couldn't pull away with the mare bearing down on her from behind.

"Whoa there pup, just settle down now," said Marzipan, grabbing the bitch's boney hips to keep her in place. "Fighting like that is only going to make it worse."

'Please take it out! I swear I'll be good, just please take it out now,' thought Princess, screaming internally while continuing to blubber incoherently through her muzzle. In her panicked state, she couldn't even comprehend the advice she was being given. All she could think about was the baseball-sized knot that was stretching her tailhole to the limit, and it didn't seem to be going anywhere. For over a full minute, the knot stayed locked in place as the dominant mare claimed her bitch.

"Had enough yet?" asked Marzipan.

Princess turned her head to the side and nodded desperately, hoping to prove her newfound submissiveness.

"Ha! We just started and already you're my bitch," said Marz. "Now just admit it."

Again, Princess did as she was told, nodding her head and mumbling, "I'm your bitch," as best she could with her mouth clamped shut.

For a moment, she was even thankful as she felt the knot being yanked out of her ass slowly. It hurt like hell, much like it did going in, but it felt like heaven once it was finally passed. Though, her gratitude didn't last long as the knot was stuffed right back up her ass, causing her to scream out in pain once again.

"I couldn't hear you before, you pathetic little shit," said Marzipan with a hateful sneer. "Speak up, so everyone can hear that you're my bitch for life."

"Mm yer bich!" squealed Princess loudly as she mashed her face down into the plush bedspread. When she didn't feel the knot retreat, she repeated herself as loud as she could manage, again and again. She didn't care if anyone heard as long as it pleased the ruthless mare.

"Yeah? Well you're going to have to prove it," said Marz, forcefully unknotting her bitch for the second time and checking her strapon for any traces of blood.

There was no bleeding, just as she'd intended. She didn't want to break her toy on the first day after all. Though, there were a few dirty brown streaks that made her scrunch her face up in disgust. No matter, she'd have Princess deal with that soon enough.

First things first, she parted the poodle's ass cheeks a second time to check on the bitch's tailhole. It was red and worn from the abuse it had just suffered, but there were no lesions or marks of any kind. Marz was certainly pleased with her pet's clean bill of health. That just meant she could use her again tomorrow. Of course, the exhausted, broken poodle wasn't as happy about her treatment.

She'd been reduced to livestock, or at least that's how it felt as her sore tailhole was pried open and inspected. She was still in shock from what had just happened as she continued panting for air as she bawled. Her tears left a large wet spot on the pink bedding, showing off what a good job her new master had done on her. She assumed the worst was over as the back of her wet diaper was pulled back up, but she was proven wrong yet again.

Princess let out a surprised little squeak as she was scooped up and set on the floor so that she was kneeling. It was terrifying to witness the ease with which the large woman could lift her. It was as though the petite poodle weighed nothing at all. Still, Marzipan went out of her way to give the new bitch some rough handling.

Princess rocked back and forth uncomfortably on her knees, trying to sooth the bit of rug burn she'd received when she was carelessly slid across the carpet. Other than that, the thick, posh carpet felt pleasant on her boney knees. Though, it wasn't all good. She began to notice the agonizing heat from her diaper coming back.

With her diapers pulled up nice and snug against her skin, she could once again feel the residual rash cream burning her sensitive areas. Worse yet, the rough fucking a moment ago had spread the irritation even further up her tail-pipe. More than ever, it felt like her ass and pussy were on fire, bringing about another round of heavy sobs as she whimpered on the floor.

"Shut up!" snapped Marz. "Eyes up here, bitch."

Princess immediately looked up, worried but curious about what the mare wanted to show her. Much to her chagrin, she saw the dirty, shit-stained dog dick dangling just inches away from her face. She caught a whiff of the acrid scent and immediately turned away.

"Are you deaf? I told you to look at it," said Marzipan as she reached down to grab a fistful of the poodle's already disheveled hair. Then, with a heartless smile, the angry mare yanked the bitch's head back, forcing the pitiful slave to look up her master's dirty, stinking cock.

This time Princess wasn't stupid enough to try and look away. She stared right at the rubber toy, brown streaks and all, wondering when this humiliation would finally end. However, it wouldn't end until she finished her chores for the evening.

"What're you waiting for, moron?" asked Marz, looking down at the crying bitch. "You got it dirty. You lick it clean."

Princess just stared up in disbelief. She could see her feces smeared along the shaft and it made her feel sick to her stomach just looking at it. How could she be expected to lick that filth off? She didn't think she could do it, but what other option was there? With her arms still crossed tightly across her chest, there was nothing she could do to stop Marz from simply jamming it down her throat anyway. Though, while the poodle was hesitating, the mare was getting more annoyed.

"Stop staring like a fuckin' dumbass and clean it," said Marzipan, tightening her grip and yanking the bitch's hair sharply for emphasis. "Otherwise, I'm going to shove it right back up that tight little crap hole of yours for round two. Then we'll see if you're ready to clean up your mess."

The threat of another butt fucking hit Princess like a ton of bricks. She looked up, shooting an angry look at Marz, before sticking her tongue out the open end of her muzzle. Utterly revolted, she shut her eyes tightly and gave the ill-tasting strapon a quick lick from the base of the knot, all the way up to the tip.

'Just don't think about it... Just don't think about it...' repeated Princess inside her head as she ran her tongue back down the shaft and started from the bottom again. She'd survived the first taste, but the second left her tongue coated in bitter shit, making her want to gag. A sickening queasy feeling began to rise up from her stomach, but she managed to choke it back down. Still, she had to pause for a moment to regain her composure.

"You're not done yet," said Marzipan, giving the poodle's hair another vicious tug. Though, when that failed to motivate, the spiteful mare was more than happy to try something a bit more hands-on.

She let go of Princess' hair, grabbing her by the back of the neck instead. Marz couldn't help but snicker at the pup's pathetic whimpering as she squeezed the back of the poodle's neck. Having much more control now, Marz forced the disobedient slave's head forward until the worthless slut's lips were pressed against the shaft of the scummy dog cock.

"Get it nice and clean before I cram it back up your tailhole and get it all dirty again," teased Marz, a twisted smile on her face as she tormented her helpless prey.

The poodle got back to work without needing another break, scouring the strapon clean as she willingly ran her tongue up and down the shaft of the dildo. The taste was sickening, her neck ached, and her crotch burned, but the threat of more painful anal fucking was worse than all that combined. She'd been punished enough for one day. If this was the last of her suffering for the night, then she'd consider herself lucky. Though, as she knelt there, tongue-polishing a shitty strapon, she couldn't help but think about how far she'd fallen.

She'd spent most of the day being chauffeured around to various shops, spending piles of cash on clothes and jewelry. She always went shopping if she knew she'd be going out that evening. What did she care? It wasn't her money. To her, the only thing that mattered was that her outward appearance matched her privileged status. She never wore the same thing twice, and everything had to be designer. How else was she supposed to pull in all those young studs?

Just that afternoon she'd stopped into a five star hotel for a quickie with an up-and-coming fashion model, a sexy stallion with a modest sized cock that was just perfect for the picky poodle. It wasn't so much the sex she was after, but the feeling of being a sexual goddess. She loved having men fawn over her, especially men who were already taken. Fucking married men was her favorite ego trip, and she'd collected quite a few in her little black book. She was untouchable, or so she thought.

How quickly she was proved wrong. In the span of a single evening, she'd gone from upper-crust to bottom of the barrel. Her narrow bubble of reality quickly deflated without all of her lover-boys, fuck-buddies, and servants around to lavish attention and praise on her. She'd been exposed for what she really was: a shameless gold-digger, a home wrecking slut, and a superficial status-driven diva. It was all true, no matter how it was phrased, and Princess couldn't hide from it anymore. She could see how bad she'd screwed everything up. She had it all, and now she was licking her own shit off the tip of a rubber dog cock while her cruel master sneered down at her.

"Looks like you're getting the hang of it," said Marzipan, releasing the bitch's neck. "Now keep going until my cock is spotless."

Princess wanted to take advantage of her newfound freedom by pulling away, but she thought better of it. It hadn't taken long, but she was already starting to learn. Her brief training so far taught her that bad things happened when she didn't cooperate, and she didn't want to upset her captor anymore than necessary. Of course, she wasn't even close to a perfect pet yet, but she was well on her way, slobbering all over Marzipan's strapon like a dumb animal.

The grotesque spectacle continued for several minutes, and not once did the bitch stop or slow down. Even as tears continued to stream down her cheeks, she licked and licked until her tongue was dry, and then licked some more. The horrible taste covered her tongue, but she persevered nonetheless, doing her best to ignore her own revulsion and sorrow. Her dignity had been stripped away from her, leaving her with nothing but shame as she practiced the thankless duties of a slave. Though, her efforts eventually paid off when the mare finally pulled the wet, glistening punishment dong away and offered a tiny shred of praise.

"Y'know, I would have pegged you as a useless, airheaded bitch, but you can work that tongue like a pro," said Marz as she unbuckled her strapon harness and let it slide down her legs to the floor. "I ought to have you lick the sweat out of my ass crack next. I bet that would feel like heaven."

Princess could barely contain her hatred at this point, pointing her nose to the floor to hide her insolent expression. She just wanted to scream and scream until her lungs collapsed, but she knew it would get her nowhere. Another outburst was a surefire way to ensure the mare made good on her nasty threats, and Princess couldn't take anymore tonight. It took every shred of self control she had to hold back, but it paid off as Marzipan changed the subject.

"But I suppose we'll have plenty of time for all that later," said Marz, sounding disappointed as she slid her panties and shorts back on. "For now, it's bed time. Gotta get you put down for the night before Fifi comes to check on you."

Hearing this news, Princess let out a faint sigh of relief. She wasn't sure what sort of indignities bedtime would bring, but at least she wouldn't have to slurp the rancid sweat from her captor's backside. That alone was reason enough to cooperate as she was helped to her feet and prodded back toward the oversized crib by the big bully of a mare.

"Hey, slow down," said Marzipan, as she saw the eager bitch lifting her leg up to get into the crib. "You just wait there for a minute. Your onsie isn't even buttoned up yet."

Princess stood there with both feet on the floor as instructed, though she had no idea what she was waiting for. She could hear shuffling around behind her, but she didn't dare turn around for fear that her nosiness might instigate further punishment before the end of the night. The poodle just kept still, facing the crib as she stood awkwardly in her wet, soggy diaper and pink straightjacket, waiting for Marz to come over and buckle her crotch strap. However, the mare had one more surprise in mind.

Without saying a word, Marz came up from behind and stuck a finger in the bitch's waistband, tugging gently to create a nice gap between the diaper and the pup's freshly spanked fanny. Then, into the gap, she sprinkled a bit of extra special baby powder, making sure there was enough to coat the poodle's skinny butt before letting the diaper snap closed once again. This was followed with a firm pat on the bottom and some lewd groping to get it all spread around.

"Don't worry," said Marzipan, sounding suspiciously nice as she turned the petite poodle around to face her. "It's just a bit of baby powder to keep you dry. Though, it's a little late for that now, isn't it?"

Princess averted her gaze, refusing to look the mare in the eyes. She wasn't in the mood for any light-hearted banter regarding her urine-soaked underpants, and she didn't want to shoot Marzipan an angry glare on accident. It wasn't easy, but Princess managed to remain docile and submissive as the front of her diaper was powdered same as the back, complete with the same degrading groping as before.

Once the embarrassing treatment was over, she was glad to see the crotch of her modified straightjacket being snapped closed. Though, she soon noticed something was very wrong as she began to itch all over the front and back of her diaper area. Now that the crotch of her onsie was nice and snug again, it became clear that the powder in her diaper wasn't for babies at all, it was itching powder.

Princess whimpered and whined as she was driven to desperation by an unstoppable urge to scratch. Of course, with her arms trapped in the thick sleeves of the onsie, she had no way to satiate the intense itching, leaving her squirming as she prayed for relief. As usual, no relief came, and instead she found herself being lifted and placed in the crib.

She didn't bother with kicking and fighting this time; she was much too preoccupied trying to grind her padded butt across the bedspread in the hopes of soothing the terrible itching on her backside. It didn't help at all, but it was all she could do. However, soon she wouldn't even have that as her ankles were strapped down to the mattress by Marzipan.

Princess sat up and shook her head in a panic, knowing she was about to be tied down and left to suffer for the rest of the night. Marz could see the fear in the pup's eyes, but had no plans to offer any assistance.

"Okay, that's enough," said Marzipan, pushing the poodle back down flat on her back. It only took one of the mare's powerful arms to keep the bitch pinned down and under control, making it easy to fasten the last two leather straps. One strap was pulled tight across the poodle's chest while the other was buckled around her waist to help keep her still throughout the night. Now finished with her duties, Marz looked down and continued patronizing the helpless diapered slave girl. "So fussy, I hope you're not this cranky tomorrow."

Princess stopped her fidgeting and went limp. She could barely move anyway, so what was the point in fighting? Her restraints made it impossible to sit up, move her legs, or use her arms. All she could do was plead softly with the muzzle locked on her face and hope for miracle, but it never came.

"That's right, no need to strain yourself," said Marzipan, still pretending to be sweet as she slid a frilly, pink pillow under the poodle's head. "You're going to have an even busier day tomorrow. May as well lay back and get some rest."

With that, the mare turned and walked away, not bothering to raise the crib bars as she left the little bound puppy to squirm in her itchy prison for the rest of the night. Despite Marz's sweet words, she didn't actually care if the poodle got a wink of sleep all night. In fact, the whole idea was to deprive the new girl of sleep, breaking her down to the mentality of a newborn. The bitch would hardly know what was going on around her after a few days, and wouldn't have any energy left to fight.

Truly, Princess had no idea what she had gotten herself into. The nightmare she'd experienced so far was only the tip of the iceberg, and there was plenty more to come; punishments she couldn't even imagine.

For now though, she wasn't worried about the future. The itching powder in her diapers was enough to keep her focused on the present and she couldn't think about anything else. The itching and irritation combined with the burning from before, making her feel like she was suffering from some kind of horrible venereal disease, and she couldn't do a anything to relief the agony. She gnashed her teeth, trying to keep her sanity until Marzipan finally made it out of the room, but the second the door slammed shut, Princess burst into a fountain of heart-wrenching sobs.

She frantically pulled and tugged against the sleeves of her straightjacket onsie, thrashing her upper body back and forth as she'd tried so many times before. However, she never even came close to getting free. At best, she could only wriggle like a pathetic little worm and thrust her diapered pelvis up an inch or two off the plush mattress on which she lay. Unfortunately, nothing she did helped to relieve the hellish itching rash that was driving her to insanity as the minutes crept by. Though, her torture wasn't a private affair for long as Fifi finally stopped by to check up on the poodle.

"Sounds like you're a bit of a crybaby," said the hound as she walked in and closed to door behind her. "What happened to the badass bitch from earlier?"

Princess went quiet again the moment she realized she was no longer alone. She didn't want to give her evil mommy the satisfaction of seeing her suffer, but the anguish was written all over her face. Black streaks ran down her face from where her mascara had run and her eyes were obviously red from crying. There was no hiding the fact that Marzipan had gotten the better of her.

"Aw, did Marzy do something mean to you?" asked Fifi as she walked over to the crib and looked down at the miserable looking pup inside. She reached down and wiped the makeup off the bitch's face with a tissue and smiled warmly as she continued lecturing. "Well, I warned you, didn't I? But you just wouldn't listen. Hopefully you'll remember this next time."

Princess turned her eyes away in shame as her face was rubbed clean, but she didn't resist. Fifi was trying to goad her into another outburst, but it wouldn't work this time. Still, the hound wasn't going to be so easily fooled into believing the new baby had been broken already.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" asked Fifi, raising an eyebrow. "I know you haven't learned anything yet. You may be _acting_like a good girl, but I know that's all it is, an act. You're still thinking about how you're going to escape, about what you're going to do to us when you finally get your revenge. I can tell. You're thinking that if you can keep quiet and stay still I'll let my guard down. Isn't that right?"

Princess didn't respond, knowing that the honest answer would get her in trouble, but mommy was satisfied with that.

"If you can move your head, you can say all you need to say. Do you think you're going to trick me by acting all innocent? You better give me an answer this time."

The poodle shook her head nervously, knowing it was a lie. She'd been planning on earning just enough freedom that she might get to a phone, or call out the window for help, anything to let someone know where she was. Of course, Fifi could sense it wasn't the honest truth right away.

"Hmm, and you're a dirty liar too. Remind me to add another punishment to the list for tomorrow," said Fifi, looking smug. "I know you're still plotting against us, trying to predict our moves. Well, let me tell you, we're never going to let our guard down. Not until you've been molded into a brainless, trained animal. Trust me; we _will_break your spirit eventually. Before you leave here, you'll be sucking cock on command and lifting your tailhole willingly. You won't follow orders to avoid punishments; you'll follow orders because you want to, understand?"

Princess nodded timidly, giving Fifi what she wanted. Still, the hound continued to recall horrifying accounts of other slaves she'd dealt with in the past.

"They all start out headstrong like you. Thinking that they'll make it out of here and return to their old lives someday, but I proved them all wrong in the end. The smart ones learn to love serving their masters and mistresses, while the stubborn ones require more drastic measures to control their behavior. We had a bitch just like you a few years back that wouldn't stop biting. Can you guess what we did to her?"

Princess shook her head, though she had a pretty good idea what the answer would be.

"You know perfectly well what we did," said Fifi, grinning like a demon as she reached down and stroked the poodle's cheek. "We knocked her out and took her to my close friend who happens to be a dentist. By the time that dumb cunt woke up, she had a smile that was nothing but gums. She was sore for a few weeks, but eventually we turned her into the perfect cocksucker. No more toothy blowjobs and no more solid food for that matter. A fitting punishment for a rebellious little biter, and don't think the same can't happen to you."

It was just as Princess predicted, but she was still appalled nonetheless. The way the hound reveled in her sick bedtime stories was truly frightening, and the poodle couldn't help but recoil from Fifi's touch, much to the hound's amusement.

"I know you don't want to listen, but it's important for you to hear this. It's only fair that you're properly informed of the permanent ramifications that bad behavior can carry in my nursery, because it gets a whole lot worse than unwanted dental work. We've had several naughty boys who would fight tooth and nail when Marz would fuck them in their sissy pussies, so we had them castrated. That took a lot of the fight out of them, but don't worry, we let them take their worthless testicles home in a jar."

As the stories went on, the poodle was beginning to look physically ill, but that just encouraged Fifi to keep going.

"And that's not all we'll remove if you can't learn to behave. Refuse to keep your tail up when you're taking it from behind? We'll dock it nice and short for you. Can't keep quiet? We'll have you permanently silenced, and don't ever let us catch you trying to pleasure yourself. The boys all get chastity devices, of course, but we have something even worse for slutty little girls. How would you like eight steel rings through your pussy lips to keep that adulterous cum trap of yours closed?"

Princess couldn't take anymore, shaking her head desperately as her breathing was choked by heavy sobs. She started to think that maybe she wouldn't be saved in time. Maybe her psyche wasn't as unbreakable as she thought. What if they started mutilating her like their other victims? She was lost in a sea of self pity as she contemplated what the future held for her. That is, until she felt a hand on the crotch of her onsie.

The poodle literally moaned in pleasure as the front of her diaper was massaged. She really couldn't help it. Even though she couldn't feel the hound's claws through the thick diaper, just the feeling of the soft padding rubbing against her itchy, irritated skin was heavenly. Though, as good as it felt, it only left her wanting more as mommy pulled her hand away.

It itched even more than before, causing Princess' skinny legs to twitch in their restraints as she cried out for relief. Once again, the poodle degraded herself as she desperately rubbed the seat of her diaper against the supple crib mattress. Though, nothing offered even the slightest break from her suffering. She looked up at her mommy with tear-filled eyes and murmured the word "please."

Fifi just snickered as she watched the pitiful bitch whimper and writhe, trying to scratch an itch that couldn't be reached. Marzipan had really done a number on their new baby. The itching powder would drive the poodle insane all night, keeping the little tramp awake and forcing her to relive her punishments over and over in her empty little head until it all started again in the morning. Marz may have had the bitch tonight, but tomorrow it would be all Fifi's show and she was going to start preparing right now.

"Please, what? Change you out of that unpleasant diaper? Fat chance," said Fifi. "It may have soaked up a little piss, but it's barely been used. Maybe if you wake up with a shit-filled diaper, then we can talk, but not now. A fresh diaper before bed is a reward, young lady. You have to earn it. Do you think you've earned anything?"

Princess didn't bother answering, turning her head away in frustration.

"That's right. All you've earned for yourself is a long list of punishments. If you want rewards, you have to work for them, and the only work you're suited for is pleasuring others. Marzipan may have dominated your tailhole tonight, but I'm going to claim that mouth of yours tomorrow. If you can give me a few good orgasms, maybe you'll get a meal and a bath; otherwise you can starve for all I care. Is that clear?"

Again, Princess didn't move or make a peep. She only scowled in disgust as she kept her face directed as far away from Fifi as possible. However, this time the hound wasn't going to accept any disrespect.

"I can see you're not going to make this easy on yourself," said Fifi, through giving free advice. "Let me give you a taste of your new life as my personal pussy-eating bitch."

Fearing what might be coming, the poodle turned her head in time to see Fifi reach up under her dress and slip a pair of white, cotton panties down her legs. Her suspicions confirmed, Princess could only shake her head and whine into her muzzle as she saw the big damp spot on the crotch of the hound's panties.

"Give these a sniff," said Fifi, holding the fidgeting poodle still as she cupped her dirty underwear over the bitch's snout. Princess tried to pull away the moment she felt the wet fabric press against her nose. However, Fifi had no trouble keeping the scrawny poodle under control as she slipped a rubber band around the bitch's muzzle to hold the panties in place.

Once they were secure, the hound let go and watched with glee as Princess shook her head back and forth hysterically, trying to shake the nasty panties off her face. Realizing it was futile; the poodle gave up and glared up angrily at Fifi. Nevertheless, the hound still wasn't satisfied yet. She could tell the pup wasn't breathing through her nose,

"C'mon now, sniff 'em," said Fifi, the humor draining from her voice as she leaned over and gave the bitch a gentle slap across the cheek. Another followed, a bit harder this time, and then another and another, not stopping until Princess was crying for mercy as she inhaled loudly through her nose.

'Ugh, it smells like she hasn't washed in days,' thought Princess as the hound's musky scent invaded her nostrils. Each breath brought another intense wave of pungent odor, making her lightheaded as she was enveloped in the fragrance of Fifi's sweaty sex.

"That's right, breath it in, bitch," said Fifi with a malevolent laugh. "You'll have the whole night to study my scent, but it always smells best when it's still fresh and damp, don't you think?"

Princess nodded her head, trying to act sincere so as not to offend her mommy.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself, because you're going to be face down in my pussy for a few hours tomorrow, eating me out like a proper slave. Sound good?"

Princess nodded once more. She was willing to agree to anything at this point if it meant the hound would leave her alone for the rest of the night. However, Fifi had one more surprise up her sleeve.

"That's the spirit. After all, there's no point in fighting. You'll lick my pussy clean or I'll let Marzipan have you again. Speaking of which, you put on quite a show earlier," said Fifi, putting on a cocky face.

She waited for the traces of confusion to appear on the poodle's face before turning and making her way over to the small TV on the nearby dresser. Reaching into her apron pocket, the hound pulled out an unlabeled disc and held it up for Princess to see before loading it into the attached DVD player and hitting play.

The poodle cocked her head up so she could see the screen, curious to know what was going on. A moment later, a full-color image of a familiar nursery appeared on the TV, and Princess felt a sinking in the pit of her stomach as she realized what she was looking at. Sure enough, she was watching herself being carried into the nursery over Marzipan's shoulder and tossed down into the crib. They'd gotten it all on camera. She was about to experience the worst thirty minutes of her life all over again. Though, Fifi could resist talking over the beginning.

"I have cameras hidden all over the place. I usually just use them to keep a watchful eye on everyone in the house, but I couldn't resist burning this footage to a disc for my collection. The first ass fucking is always such a precious moment, makes a great keepsake. Of course, it's also going up on my website to help pay for all the diapers and baby wipes you're going to go through over the next few months. Believe me, a pretty young thing like you will bring in plenty of traffic, and I'll make sure that your hubby and the rest of the house staff get a copy too."

Princess just stared at the screen, totally stunned. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could they do this to her? Her reputation was all she had, and now everyone would see her as a trashy internet porn star. Tears flowed freely as she pictured all the bitch's from the country club laughing their asses off as they gathered around their phones, watching her getting ravaged with a fat dog cock.

'Turn it off. Please turn it off,' thought Princess as she watched herself being bent over the side of the crib, her diaper pulled down in the back by the huge mare on the screen. However, the traumatized poodle couldn't watch once the strapon got involved, it was too much to bear. Besides, what was the point? The memories were fresh in her mind and her tailhole was still aching. She turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly, trying to escape the despicable home video. Too bad she had no way to block out the sound of her own pained grunts coming from the TV, especially when Fifi kept turning up the volume.

"Is that loud enough? I want to make sure you can hear," said the diabolical hound, toying with the buttons on the front of the TV before making her way back over to the crib for one last goodnight.

Princess refused to open her eyes but she could sense the hound's shadow as it loomed over her. The poodle nearly hissed as she felt her new mommy plant a wet kiss on her forehead, but managed to keep her hatred contained. A moment later, she heard the thick wooden bars of the crib slide up into place and felt Fifi's heavy footsteps shake the floor as the hefty hound headed to the door.

"Goodnight, Princess. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow," said Fifi as she flicked the lights off, leaving the poodle alone in the dark as the steel door slam shut behind her.

Relieved to be alone again, Princess opened up her bloodshot eyes and peered up at the tall bars that rose up on all sides. She fought and struggled for a bit in the dim radiance of the night light, but found she had no better luck than last time. Accepting defeat, she tried to ignore the discomfort of her burning, itchy diaper, but it remained a constant annoyance. Though, that was putting it mildly.

It drove her crazy, compelling her to shift around constantly in the hopes of soothing her diaper area. Though, all her squirming only exhausted her, forcing her to inhale deep breaths of contaminated air through the damp panties that covered her nose and mouth. Leaving her no choice but savor her mommy's rich fragrance throughout the night, with sleep being her only chance for release. However, sleep surely wouldn't come as long as she could hear the anguished groans blaring from the TV nearby.

The video seemed to go on and on, and Princess couldn't help but picture each sickening scene in her head as she was forced to listen. She winced in pain as though she could feel the knot being shoved up her ass once again, and grimaced as she remembered the taste of the filthy strapon afterwards.

The poodle was relieved when the video reached the end. She'd experienced more suffering in one evening than she had in her entire life, and now she just wanted to get some sleep. Though, Fifi was one step ahead as usual.

'No... It can't be...Not again...' thought Princess, swearing that she heard herself being thrown into the crib yet again. Unfortunately, she was right. As soon as the scene ended, it started over from the very beginning. Tears of utter hopelessness began to form in her eyes as she realized the video was on repeat.

There was no escape, there were no breaks, and there would be no mercy. The women who had taken her prisoner were truly disturbed, unrelentingly cruel and sadistic. They weren't going to stop until they'd destroyed whoever it was that she used to be. They were going to turn her into a loyal pet, a plaything for others to use as they saw fit. She'd be broken, either mentally or physically, if not both, and there was no way to stop it. Princess could only lay there, bawl her eyes out, and accept that her life, as she knew it, was over.