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Martha woke up to the sound of the door opening upstairs, almost by reflex she looked down at the cum puddle next to her mouth, she licked her lips feeling the salty flavor of dried sperm and drool around them, just then she noticed that she could move almost normally and tried tugging her paws, still tied, the sudden sound of a switch and the blinding flash of the fluorescent lamp almost over her head reminded her about the one who was just going down the stairs, instinctively she started to tug her legs desperately, being unable to free herself from her ties she squirmed until she could raise her head, the man was opening the little gate on the stairs and calmly passing by it, it's worth mentioning that he was fully dressed this time, Martha shrunk right where she was still in alert, the man was carrying several things on his arms, among them, two bowls and a big bottle.

"Hi!" He said on a gentle tone

As he was getting closer Martha hid her muzzle behind her front legs in any way she could, trying to not lose sight of the man, he giggled.

"Calm down girl, I'm not here to hurt you" He placed all the things in front of the table and reached for Martha, she quickly bit instinctively, at that moment she remembered how Helen had told her many times, especially since she learned how to talk, that she should never bite anyone because the consequences would be terrible, speak of the devil, the man quickly pulled his hand back just as he heard the 'click' of Martha's teeth colliding in the air.

Martha looked back at the man's face and instantly shrunk again, his eyes wide open and his jaw so clenched that the muscles were clearly noticeable at the sides of his head.

"Hey!" This voice was completely different from his usual tone, monstrous somehow, it ringed in Martha's ears and made her start to whimper, she was never beat in her life but she clenched her eyes and tried to hide her face as if she was bracing to get a slap. Just as the echo stopped she could hear he man taking air and then exhaling as to calm himself down, his facial muscles relaxed and his expression was one of disappointment. "Come on girl, you shouldn't be biting people like that. I will let it slip just this time because it's your first day here, okay?"

Martha just stared at him in silence, still with her ears down, the man sighed and looked around the things he brought with him then raised his head to look at Martha and looked like he just remembered something.

"Oh right, I forgot to untie you yesterday, I'm so sorry it's just that you left me all drained last night, I just fell asleep as soon as I touched my bed" Said joyfully as he untied Martha's legs, just as her hind legs were freed Martha bolted off the table, she didn't cared about her legs being a little numb from being immobilized for so long she knew damn well that she had to get out of there no matter what, but there was her first obstacle, the gate, it was the perfect height to be unreachable no matter how hard she tried to jump over it, and it being on the stairs didn't helped at all, she tried to look for the lock but it was right near the top, out of her reach, just as she was about to look for another escape route she felt a pair of hands gently grabbing her by her sides.

"Atta girl, you aren't going anywhere" He said while picking her up, Martha battled with the urge of biting frenetically turning her head to the man's arms and squirming trying to get out of his grasp, her tail remained down, curved between her legs. The man carried her under his arm as if she were a gigantic twinkie and brought her back in front of the table where he put her down gently on the floor, this time Martha just shrunk in her place expecting the worst but much to her surprise the man took out a can of Granny's alphabet soup and proceeded to serve it on a metallic dog bowl "It's been long enough since you had dinner, you must be hungry, here" He pushed the bowl in front of Martha in an inviting manner, she stared at it suspiciously.

"There's nothing sketchy in it, I promise..." They exchanged glances for some seconds "Okay let me take that for a sec" The man took the bowl with full confidence and proceeded to take a big and loud sip out of it "Oh damn this thing tastes like shit when it's cold... Anyways, see? There's nothing in it" He said as he put down the bowl in front of Martha, unbeknownst for him for the first time in her life Martha didn't felt like eating, despite being hours since the last time she ate something solid she didn't felt any hunger at all.

"Well then, take your time, in the meanwhile I will just leave your water bowl here as well" He said as he started to fill a similar bowl with water from a bottle. "And..." he searched inside a plastic bag he had brought and took out some dog toys, a rope with a ball, chewing toys, a ball and a rawhide bone "Man I had to look in several stores for this one, they only have the shitty ones over here" Martha was looking at the toys a little confused, she didn't noticed that the man had gotten up until he started to move something big, it was covered with a blanket which he took off almost immediately to reveal a huge TV, he connected the power cord to the wall and then proceeded to lay the remote next to Martha who inadvertently had abandoned her defensive pose, upon noticing this the man just gave her a smile.

"I will be up in the meanwhile, if you need anything just press that button over there 'kay?" He said as he pointed to a button on the floor next to the stairs, at this point Martha was more confused than scared, if this man wanted to hurt her then why did he went through the trouble of bringing her food, toys, a way to call him if she needed anything? and even a TV, she was truly surprised, without saying anything else he went through the gate while Martha was still lost in her thoughts and just like that left the room, the sound of the basement door closing made her get out of her trance and made her snap back into her current situation, no matter how good this may look at first glance, she was trapped, abducted, that man already did something really bad to her and there's no way to tell that he isn't capable of doing it again; and most importantly, she had to go back home with Helen, she remembered the man mentioned that a night had already passed, the basement had no windows only, air ducts, so there was no way for her to tell the time, just then she though 'That's right! The TV!' she rushed to the remote the man had left on the floor, this one was different to the one at her house, the buttons were kind of smaller so it took a while for her to learn how to manipulate it properly but managed to do it in less than a minute, she pressed the power button and started changing channels until she finally reached what she was looking for, the news channel.

"...-live in the place of the crash, none of the passengers suffered any major injuries, the vehicles are currently being towed out of the highway to clear the way for the other drivers..."

'They have to say it, they always do' Rooted Martha for herself.

" This was Ronald West for you live in Saltden City, now we go back to the studio with Samuel."

"Thank you Ronald hope everyone is okay over there. It's 10:36 am here in Saltden City, a bussy morning indeed..."

'10:36 am...' Then the man was right, a day had already passed, Martha had a sudden feeling of emptiness in her stomach, she couldn't tell if it was hunger or sorrow, she also reflected on something she didn't paid attention to before 'Saltden City...' She never heard such a name in her life and without doubt it wasn't anywhere near Wagstaff, she started to pant out of stress and her sides felt itchy for some reason, then she remembered 'Yes, there's no way this could fail, even if I'm in another city there's no way I will get ignored' she took a deep breath and braced herself as if she were to attack, and then she unleashed a mighty howl, an emergency howl, she hadn't used it too many times before but it was something most dogs learned since their early years, or months; Martha waited and listened carefully... Silence, there was no response or noise of any kind besides the TV babbling in the background 'Maybe the TV is too loud and they can't hear me, that must be it' Martha rushed for the remote once again, she tried to turn the TV off desperately but the remote kept slipping out of her paws, took her a while to notice that she was trembling, with this in mind she tried to hold it once again, this time carefully, success, now there was only one thing to do, again she took a deep breath but this time it got constantly cut off, she was nervous, she decided to take a moment to relax herself, she needed to do this right as it was her last chance of escaping this place anytime soon 'It will be fine, they will hear me, I will be out of here in no time, yes, and that evil guy will get the punishment he deserves...' once she felt more secure she braced once again, took a deep breath and let out a howl even louder than the one from before, kind of menacing even, it lasted some good seconds until she ran out of air, at that point she stopped and was hyperventilating but there was no time for panting, she had to hear as carefully as she could, even though she could feel her lungs suffering from the lack of air she closed her mouth shut and resisted, at least until she could hear the response of her canine brothers out there. She waited, and waited, and kept waiting, but the only response she got was dead silence, not even the wind responded to her desperation calls, this felt like a dagger on her chest, her throat felt dry and her eyes started leaking, she started shaking again but this time less violently.

"Am I...Really trapped in-ruff" her own bark cut out her words, she tried speaking again but only barks and whines would come out of her mouth, she realized that she hadn't had any soup in a long time now, yesterday the only thing she got to eat was beef, and whatever that man filled her mouth with last night, but not soup, suddenly she regained a bit of hope 'Yes, talking is my only hope now, it's my only hope to escape this place' with regained forces she decided to eat from the soup the man had served her before, at first she didn't really felt like eating, it was strange even for her, but as soon as she took a sip from the soup she could barely keep herself from shoving her muzzle in the bowl, it's like all the hunger she hadn't felt in all day had gotten to her all of sudden, she got so much into her soup that for a moment she closed her eyes and forgot her current situation, she felt the warmth of her home, she felt that she was eating out of her own bowl, that in any moment Skits would come to eat next to her, she felt secure, just like that as soon as she ended her bowl of soup she refused to open her eyes and decided to lay down right where she was, to let the food coma take her on and remain in that illusion of her home, in a place where she was safe.

The sound of steps took Martha out of her dreams.

"H-Helen?"

She heard a giggle.

"No, it's just me, sorry"

"What time is it?" Martha was still half-asleep, not well aware of her surroundings, little by little she regained her senses as she stretched and the feeling of safety completely left her body all of sudden.

"It's 4:20 PM, damn girl you really sleep a lot" Said the man with a jovial smile, on his hand he had a can of soup and a can opener "I was waiting for you to wake up in time for lunch but you overslept, so I thought it would be better to just wake you up so you don't skip it" He proceeded to open the can of soup with total calm and poured it in the bowl "Here, bon appétit"

Martha decided that she would wait for the man to leave as she did the last time, but to her surprise he walked right next to her, took the TV remote and dropped on a couch, 'When did that got in here!?' Martha though, her surprise was evident.

"Impressive, ah? I can be quite sneaky sometimes"

'Excellent, from all the things he had to be a sneaky one as well' Though Martha as she started taking a few sips of her soup, then she stopped 'Wait, why am I eating, I was supposed to wait for him to go'

"Is something wrong? Does it tastes weird?" Said the man with genuine concern.

"Oh, no it's fine" Even Martha was confused with this sudden kind of trust she felt with him, it was weird considering that just a moment ago she was trying to bite him, suddenly a familiar tune came out of the TV.

"Yup, that's the good one" Said the guy as he got comfortable on the couch. On the TV was Courageos Collie Carlo, for Martha it felt weird to watch a familiar face in a place like that, unconsciously she tried to take a sip from her soup but she ended up licking the bottom of the bowl, it was empty.

"W-what?"

"Well, it looks like someone was hungry" the man said with a kind of mocking tone "Okay girl come here" he patted his thighs, Martha backed up "Come on girl, come here" His tone was slightly firmer, Martha knew that she didn't had any other option, she walked slowly and carefully to him and watched him with her head down like expecting to get scolded, suddenly he grabbed her behind her forelegs and picked her up sitting her right next to him. "There we go!" he said remarkably happy as he hugged Martha with one arm, she struggled and squirmed to get out of his grasp but it was strong "Hey hey, don't be like that Martha, you shouldn't treat your owner like that"

'Owner?'

"You are not my owner! Helen is!" She yelled at top of her lungs without thinking, right after, she though how much of a bad idea it was to do that, she wasn't brave enough to turn her head to face the man again but that fear faded out as soon as she heard a laugh, the man's laugh, then instead of fear she went back to feeling anger. "What's so funny!?"

The man calmed himself down in seconds, acting as if he hadn't heard Martha, without losing his smile he talked.

"Look girl, as long as you are here, you are mine, if you escape you are still mine, no matter where you run to I will get you, because you are mine, and always were meant to be mine"

Martha was speechless, frightened.

"But if you really think I'm not your owner, then I guess I don't have to feed you, at least not for free, and I doubt you have any money on you, do you?"

"We-we-well I-..."

"Unless"

"U-unless?..." The man's hand moved like a viper slithering to Martha's face and gently grabbing her jaw, before she knew it one of his fingers had slipped between her lips on the side of her mouth, gently caressing her molars.

"Unless, you pay me in other way" Just as he said that his thumb reached to the other side of Martha's mouth and almost automatically her mouth opened unintentionally, she directed her horrified gaze to it right as the man moved his finger down her tongue, just as it reached her teeth she did a sudden move to get her mouth out of the man's hold, she didn't wanted that to happen again, just remembering that night was horrifying enough but the thought of living it again was even more terrible, interrupting her thinking the man grabbed her jaw once again, now his hold was rougher and he opened her mouth abruptly causing her some pain "You are gonna suck you want it or not girl, this is your only purpose now" he said between his teeth as he tried to shove his fully erect penis inside, Martha squirmed with all her energies, pushing away the man's hands with her forepaws and managed to escape his grasp, she ran and hid under the table, the only place where she could hide under, the man sat there for a couple of seconds, gently stroked his dick and then stood up and put it back inside his pants.

"I see, you want to be a bad girl, uh?" His tone denoted anger, he started to walk around in the basement searching for something, Martha was on guard under the table, there was no place to run but she would try to stay away from him as long as she could, she heard some rumbling and for a moment lost sight of the man "You know what happens to bad girls!?" he yelled as he tried to reach for Martha from the side of the table, she ran for her life, but she could tell that the man was right behind her due to the sounds of his feet violently hitting against the floor, suddenly it stopped, just as the thought of turning around was arriving in Martha's head she felt how he landed on her like a panther, catching her violently and dropping her on her side.

"Get off me!" she yelled as she fought to get off his grasp, she was about to bite his arm just as something whipped her face, she let out a loud yelp.

"Stop trying to bite me bitch or I will leave you here to starve! You hear me!" The man yelled with his fully angered tone, Martha knew for good that the only thing she could do now is stay still, nothing good would come out of struggling right now, he grabbed her forepaws harshly then he took a rope from his side, that was what had whipped her in the face before, and started to tie them together tightly rolling the rope around them many times.

"It-it hurts..." said Martha shyly.

"Should have thought about it before being a bad bitch, get on your feet" he still sounded angry and it was clear that he didn't cared about Martha's pain, he then rolled the rope over her head, rolled it a couple of times under her paws and knotted it up, leaving Martha's upper side completely immobilized "Come here" his tone had softened a little, he carried Martha and left her on the table not so carefully.

"P-please, don't do it again, please..." Martha's voice was cracking, she was on the verge of tears as she begged.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to get your mouth now"

"Uh? W-wha-..." The man moved Martha to the border, leaving her bottom on the air as he grasped it tightly.

"You have been a baaad girl, do you want to know what happens to bad girls?"

"W-wha are you- Eeek" Martha felt how the man raised her tail and gave a big lick to her butt, going from her vulva up to her anus, a shiver went down her spine as he introduced his tongue in it and gave it a full tour, she clenched her eyes and teeth, exposing her pearly whites out in anguish.

"This is, what happens to bad girls" he said as he moved his face away, Martha didn't had time to say anything else as she felt a sudden pressure against her asshole, it wasn't a tongue, nor a finger, it felt bigger.

"W-w-wait, no please, not there, please, no-...!" It made a tiny squishy long sound, as the one you can make by slowly clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, but the man couldn't hear it, nor Martha did as an horrifying scream of pain had drowned that or any sound that could have been happening in that basement, a frightening scream of a woman that slowly faded into a dog yelp that kept going and going, between them you could hear the sound of a crotch slapping against a pair of big and squishy fur covered buttocks that kept getting tighter clenching in pain, her legs were moving with all the force she had left as her body squirmed with demonic movements fighting to escape this torture, but the man's hold and her position were carefully planned to make any attempt futile.

"Please!, Please!, Get it out!, I beg you!, Use my mouth if you want but please!" her begs were answered with faster and rougher movements, her anus was in terrible pain, it felt as if someone had taken a red hot iron and had pressed it against her butt, her insides didn't felt any better, she's had several indigestions and stomach aches from eating out of the trash before, but none of them or all of them combined would ever compare to the torture she was going through in that very instant, every time she though the pain couldn't get any worse the man fastened his movements worsening her suffering, at that point she was in so much pain that she stopped hearing her own screams, her throat stopped stinging from all the yelling, her vision went all white. As for the man, once again he was in heaven, that dog butt was so tight, without doubt it had never been used before, it was a virgin asshole and he was the first one to use it in a life time, and what a way to start, he could feel that butt loosening little by little with his brutal thrusts and if it weren't for the constant yelling and yelping he would be enjoying the hell out of the slap sounds his crotch made against that juicy butt, oh that butt, it jiggled with every thrust as if it were made of gelatin, that dog really knew how to eat, maybe he would need to double the portions in order to keep that beautiful bottom as big and thick as it was, he wanted to bite it so bad but in his current position the best he could do is to squish the hell out of it with his hands. He could feel it, inside that warm, slippery and tight place he could feel his dick starting to throb, it was time, he used the rest of his forces to give some final yet brutal thrusts in that mauled hole, they were so strong that the table even started to move away almost making him abandon that little paradise, with the final thrust he finally released it, he released all his charge deep inside, it was so much that he could feel it expanding those guts and leaking around his cock, Martha was panting and sobbing heavily, her cries were those of a human.

"Why...Why...Why..." she kept weeping between her clenched teeth like a broken record, the man finally pulled out with a loud suction sound coming out of that ruined butt, his dick covered in cum and blood, Martha's anus had ruptured, but that pain was lesser compared to the trauma she had just went through. The man could barely stand, he was drained once again, but still he wobbled to Martha's front side still with his junk out.

"Come here" He said as if Martha could move at all, between being tied and drained from all her energies she wasn't going anywhere in a while, he started to undo the knots and to free her form her bounds, the rope was really rough on her fur but it's nothing that couldn't get restored in no time, she was free but she still didn't moved, she just stayed there looking at nothing, absent.

"Come on girl, don't you want to get off?" The man carried Martha with his remaining strengths, Martha didn't moved at all, she was as loose as a ragdoll, he put her on the floor and made her stand carefully, Martha could barely move, her legs trembled as they couldn't stand her own weight, she tried to take a step but her legs gave in almost immediately, the man sighed, he put his now soft and loose dick inside his pants and carried Martha once again, he felt how his strength was leaving his body so he did a fast move and laid Martha carefully on the sofa, he seemed to space out for some seconds then turned around, grabbed an old rag and placed it under Martha's butt, which was still leaking and bleeding "Rest up girl, it's over, I will come back to check you later, 'kay?" he said, Martha didn't responded, she didn't even turned her gaze to him, still wobbling he walked to the gate and went upstairs, closed the door behind him and just like that he was gone, but something was forgotten, the gate, he left it wide open, Martha looked at it, she sighed and did nothing else, she was tired, the only thing she wanted to do is sleep, sleep for as long as she could in order to escape from this hell in which she was abducted for a dumb piece of meat, one that lead to the start of this torment, she gently closed her eyes just as some tears peeked out, in that moment she could just utter one word, one name.

"Helen..."