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Loona’s ears twitched and flicked. She was slow to wake, confused and groggy. Something felt wrong. The pressure of earbuds came to her notice first, even before the constant sounds. With the backdrop of pleasing white noise, whispered affirmations ran a loop in her mind, traveling from ear to ear.

Weaving across the wrinkles of her brain were inoffensive little comments. ‘Good girl,’ ‘Soft girls get pets,’ ‘pets feel nice’, ‘show your tummy and be submissive.’

The hellhound could almost feel the veins in her eyes throb with angry redness at the very notion! Immediately she sought to fetch the earbuds out and remove them. And after that, she intended to smash them into bits.

‘Give in to your master’s touch.’

Instead, she got an awful shock. Literally. From her neck a weight she hadn’t perceived came to her awareness. Her fur prickled and she barked in pain at the annoying zap. The hefty metal collar tingled on her skin. She reached for the earbuds again. Another zap! A fierce jolt that made her taste all her bones.

‘You love your collar. Good girls wear a collar. You wear a collar.’

She growled and shook her head, trying to compartmentalize the mantras for now. Something about the room was wrong. It was a bedroom, mostly like her own, but something was off.

It took her longer than she’d have liked to admit to figure out there weren’t any windows. No natural, outside light, only the mood lighting of the lamps in her room. It was an almost remarkable copy of her own inner sanctum in her real home. The finer, personalized details were all missing though. It was a bizarre, hotel room like mimicry of her safe space.

Her tail swept low and twitched, her teeth grinded together. Whoever snatched her and trapped her here would pay for it very dearly.

‘Good girls kneel for their master.’

She shook her head, once again trying to snatch out the earbuds, but being shocked with such a fierce jolt that she fell to her knees. “Grrrhh,” she growled, feeling a mite dizzy from the bone-jostling she was just given.

The door to her bedroom swung open, and a male entered. A human, firm of constitution and possessing a resolute energy.

“Who the fuck are you?” Loona spat out, her throat hoarse with the recent shock. She got one footpaw under her to begin standing.

The man spoke with clarity to his voice, “don’t stand, you can remain kneeling.”

‘Good girls kneel and wait for orders.’

Loona growled, and of course tried to defy him. But her body was struck back with such a potent zap that she fell to her hip, barking in discomfort.

The wolf male loomed over her, hemming her in one side. The human stepped on her stomach. "Soon enough, you will be calling me 'Master'. How soon that is depends on how compliant you are.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Won’t have to! I’ll have you to dip my cock into.”

Master revealed a small pill bottle from his pocket, rattling it at Loona. “Before we get any further, it’s time for your dose.”

Loona began to snarl, her muzzle twitching as she bared her fangs. The shock collar didn’t give her a jolt, but her body felt a phantom twinge from her previous warning shocks. The master opened the bottle, rattling out two large, pink pills into his palm.

He held them out to Loona with a soft, domineering smile. “Go on.”

‘Good girls take their pills.’

She frowned, her hand unsteadily reaching for the medicine. “What is this?” She took them, rolling on over with a thumb in her palm. They were quite large for pills, the capsules pink but not fully opaque. Inside, some whitish powder shifted as they moved.

“They’ll help make things easier. If you don’t want to take them, I would find plenty of pleasure in making you take them.”

His eyes seemed to glow with the fulminating lust he had barely contained. Loona, with a guilty and defeated look, popped down both pills in her mouth. She cast a mean, sour look to her captor, as if that would help.

Her new ‘master’ knelt down before her. “See, not so hard at all?”

And, once he was eye level with her, she spat both pills right back in his face with a crude cackle. “That’s what you get for– zzzhhha!” Her gloating was silenced by a buzzing shock that makes her fall to the side.

The man pounced Loona. The beast-man was nude, and his intense masculinity caught Loona off guard. The excitement of pouncing and holding her had his cock stirring immediately.

Loona kicked up at his stomach once her surprise abated, but for all her piss and vinegar her collar brought her to heel. The man didn’t even register her kick past a groan, the blow from her footpaw made him pause only a second.

From the floor beside them he plucked the pills up, and with his free hand he thrust a thumb in her mouth. Loona clutched at his biceps, trying to shove him away. She had half a mind to bite down on his thumb, but her spine tingled with the fear of another shock.

Her eyes flicked down to his roused cock, bulging in the pants that kept him concealed to her. Her treacherous body tingled between her legs, muddying the waters further.

He wrenched open her mouth with a thumb, and forced her good-girl pills down her tongue and to her throat. He held closed her mouth once they were in, and covered her snout.

With no way to breathe unless she agreed to swallow, Loona was trapped. Even so she groaned, holding out, thrashing. Her kicking footpaws landed half-assed strikes to the alpha’s thighs and stomach, he hardly flinched. Eventually, she gulped, hard and suddenly.

Her body went slack with a feel of self-defeat.

‘Good girls give in.’

He let her go, and Loona just laid on the floor for a moment. The pills sat in her stomach like two lead balls. Their imagined weight and what they might do to her gave a psychosomatic reaction.

“What were those?” She snarled, clutching at the floor and sitting up. Master had backed off, giving her some personal space.

“Aphrodisiacs, potent ones. They’re to help with your training.”

‘Good girls kiss balls.’

Loona shook her head, trying to brush off the constant auditory commands. But as she did, her shaking became sluggish. The room seemed to blur. And worse, her body began to heat up under the fur. Already? So soon? Or was it merely her mind playing tricks on her?

“Training? E-explain yourself.”

“What is there to explain, girl? You will be trained like any good dog. To obey your master, to submit to your alpha. And most importantly, to live, breathe and crave servitude.”

‘Good girls don’t wear clothes. Good girls wear a collar. You wear a collar.’’

“Never in my life will I serve your limp dick.” Loona tried to stick a finger under her collar to get some breathing room but it was too tight. She needed more air, her body was heating up, and the collar was restricting her breathing.

“First off, strip yourself.”

Loona wore precious little. Stockings, a ragged skirt, and a crop top. Despite these scant articles of clothing, Loona’s skin felt flush. Her fur bristled. And as much as she put on a scowl and tried to ignore it, she was dampening her panties with arousal.

Without even thinking she immediately clawed at the edges of her shirt, fighting with herself not to just flip it over her head.

“Go on.” Master’s smile crept across his face wider as Loona hesitated.

‘Good girls give in.’

Her eyes told the internal tale of just how conflicted her inner monologue was. The earbuds were constantly providing a buzzing chorus of commands and suggestions. And now that the aphrodisiacs had her pussy and erogenous zones tingling, she had traitors within the walls.

‘Show your tummy and be submissive.’

Her hands wanted to flip her shirt off to relieve the heat, and to show off her aroused breasts. Her hips wanted to shake and thrust, to vent some of that potent arousal. She could only stop one motion with her fuzzy willpower.

‘Good girls don’t wear clothes. Good girls wear a collar.’

Her hands slid up, showing off her underboob. The human’s breathing accelerated as he glowered at her hungrily. Her hips shook, Loona biting her lip and fighting to not twist and turn lewdly.

“Your panties too, as much as I am enjoying the sight of your tits, I want my girl showing off the full package.”

Hearing that snapped Loona out of her minor daze, reigniting her resistance. She fought back that hip-humping and icily removed her panties. She lay them beside her and made certain to have her motions be as methodical and unappealing as possible. And, when she was done, she tried to maintain some modesty.

‘Good girls get naked. A good girl lifts her tail for her master.’

She closed her legs, her tail tucking between her thighs, held to her tummy with her hand. Her other arm draped across her breasts, louring up at Master. Her mind tumbled with violent fantasies and all sorts of hateful thoughts, her features darkening as she stared at the human.

As if responding to her foul fantasies, her shock collar gave her a jolt. A powerful one, rebounding all that negative energy back at her. Master smiled.

“Go on, hike up your tail and show off, and it’ll be done quick.”

‘You love your collar. ZAP.’

Loona barked, rolling on the floor and bunching up. She kept her tail tight between her thighs. Each zap made her big fluffy tail twitch and try to tug free from its prison. Her mind buzzed with positive, girly affirmations of submission. Repetitious reminders that she should and needs to submit.

The tingling in her nethers exploded with each zap at her neck, choking her resistance with the pleasure of pain mixing amongst her drug induced heat.

Finally, with her chin to the floor and rump up high, wincing and clenching, her tail flung free. Like a catapult let loose it swiped up, curling as a husky’s tail does. And with it the delicious, silvery sign of her submission. Cunt honey, sticky and glistening, stained the fur of her tail and clung to it, connecting her sex with its cover.

Loona’s pussy was on full, free display for the first time to the two males. It was a lusty pink slit, a bit swollen with the immense heat her good-girl pills were forcing on her.

Loona could feel her cunt squeeze down on nothing, clenching needily with the desperate hope of being filled with cock. Her eyes fluttered, giving in to the bubbly, pinkish haze her earbuds were coaxing her into.

Like an enemy besieging a fort, the human was at her gates. He swiped his sensitive nose across her snatch, brushing the labia with it. And, he ended with a long and wet lap from his tongue. Loona bit on her lip hard enough she thought she’d draw blood, trying not to moan from the feeling.

She couldn’t get a hold of herself enough to resist, keeping her ass up in the air like a slut, showing off to this male! He roused himself to his knees. She dared not look behind her as his firm grip clutched at her hips.

‘Good girls get naked. A good girl lifts her tail for her master.’

Loona looked up at Master, who kept a close eye contact with her, whittling her down. Or was he merely trying to distract her attention? Her breathing became ragged and disordered, chest heaving against the ground.

‘Good girls give in.’

She was just about to sit up, to resist, when she felt it. His prick. She could feel the sunshine-like warmth, his sex’s heat blazing against her lips. The glistening tip of that human cock made to perfectly fit into her box. He brushed it down, flicking her clit.

The hellhound couldn’t hold back. “Fhhgg! Fuck!” She moaned out, more than a drop of frustration in her words. And not just from losing out and moaning, but because Master was being so teasing.

He continued, tip-torturing her. Never did he dare to slip past the lips with more than a centimeter or two of his cock, and her muscles went rigid as steel trying to resist thrusting back at him. She could do it. Just a fuck to get this heat out of her. An orgasm to clear her head.

No! She had to stay strong. But that feeling. It was right there. Like melted honey being poured across her tongue. Master was only brushing his pole to her slot and she could already feel it across her whole body. How good would it be when it was in all the way?

Her lips parted, a breathless groan of pleasure followed the tight squeezing of her eyes. She’d do it, she’d slide back, just to feel that heat ram entirely in her. One thrust. That’s all this bastard gets.

But, the moment she moved her hips she found nothing. Master had pulled away, leaving her alone.

“Missing something?”

Loona’s thrust back made her sit back up, butt on her footpaws as she stared in shocked silence. That quivering lust still ached at her backdoor, but her frontal lobe forced her to realize she’d just lost the first battle.

‘Good girls flash their cunts. Good girls lift their tails. Be a good girl.’

Loona shook her head, curling up again with her tail. It was only then that she’d noticed she was being recorded by Master, who stopped and put his phone away. “Come. We’ll satisfy that lust.”

Before she could protest, she was grabbed up and held in a princess carry tightly. The scent of the masculine human flooded through her delicate nose, and she trembled in his strong arms.

Master took her into the adjoining room. The edges of her vision pulsed with the compulsion of lust she was being tortured with. The aphrodisiacs kicked in fully, and the remnants of Alpha’s teasing lingered along her nethers.

The room they brought her to was small. Dark, like a home theater, with a screen filling up most of the far wall. A pair of impressive speakers flanked the screen, and the only seat in front of it was a saddle of some sort.

‘Good girls give in. Good girls get naked. A good girl lifts her tail for her master.’

With her ears ringing affirmations, Loona didn’t struggle much. She hardly noticed them setting her upon the saddle until it was too late. She was too busy tackling the words in her earbuds, trying to contemplate them – trying to remember to resist them.

By the time she had her faculties again, her hands were cuffed in front of her to the horn of the saddle. Stirrups captured her footpaws below, and gave her a very limited range of mobility.

“What the fuck is all this?” She growled, whipping her head left and right. Her range of visibility was limited. She couldn’t look behind her, Master having slunk away past her periphery.

Her entire field of view was caught by the mini-theater screen before her.

‘Good girls give into the screen. Good girls look forward.’

As she heard those words she felt her nudity. Her slavering pussy wasn’t flat against the saddle. She was holding herself up desperately, pressing down in the stirrups to resist sliding down. Because, flush against her waiting cunt, was a toy-cock. A bulbed, pleasing shape though not formed to any real penis. She refused to let it slot within her.

Her legs struggled to hold her up though, and as she tested the cuffs, tugging on them, she couldn’t find any release. That is when the show began.

Slow and pulsing, a vibrant soundscape of sexualized lewdness, moaning, drum and bass filtered in from the speakers. Competing with and emphasizing her earbud affirmations, the dissonant sounds slid in and out of comprehension. Disorienting and distracting. She felt like she could focus on any one part of the madness, meaning she couldn’t resist any of it. Trying to force out one of the lecherous moans meant an affirmation slipped in.

‘A good girl lifts her tail for her master.’

The screen fluttered and flashed with a litany of depraved pornography. Raunchy, slutty hellhounds just like her debasing themselves in all manner of wicked ways. Just as her eyes acclimated to a scene a new one would begin. Lust-filled bitches huffing male cock, licking the cum from their fingers. Lifting their tails. Good girls lift their tails, Loona thought, of her own volition.

Hellhounds just like her shook their asses for men, rubbed their bodies sensually against their males. Girls that reminded her of herself, with red eyes lidded in lust, biting their lips in need. It was nothing but hellhounds giving in, spreading their cheeks and begging for dick.

None of it was in a studio, none of it produced with intent. It was all amateur recordings. In alleys, in shady bedrooms, in clubs. Hellhounds, like Loona, giving into their inner whores.

‘Good girls suck cock. Good girls drink cum.’

Worst of this mental assault was the sybian below her. She strained her leg muscles trying to resist it, but how could she? The toy-tip she was avoiding vibrated and pulsed in concert with the heart-pumping music and erotic imagery. She felt stunned. There was too much all at once and she fell into a dazed state.

‘Alpha’s cum is the best makeup a good girl can wear.’

The constant vibrating on her teased pussy had her body begging to give in. To slide down it, to orgasm. Only so she could refocus. Only to make it easier to resist! Her footpaws trembled and twitched. Her thighs shook and then, thud. She felt down.

And, nearly muffled by the music, she moaned like a whore. Unable to stifle it with a hand, she called out the pleasure that penetration brought. Who knows how long in the making, that thrust finally came. And with it, the fullness and deep-seated vibrations her body was craving.

‘Good girls give in. Good girls watch the screen.‘

What was left of her awareness took comfort in the music and moans of other hellhounds drowning out hers. She hoped at least. Her mind became a warbling mess of flashing, pulsing salaciousness. Unending debauchery was fed to her from the screen and her ears. And down below her legs twitched not in strife but in fulfillment. The vibrations were joined with thrusting. But it was never quite enough.

Loona bit her lip, leaned in and locked in. The visuals became a focus, if she paid mind to them maybe she could force an orgasm. It was hot after all, wasn’t it? But, detecting her growing arousal, the saddle never let her past an edge. She wanted off by the fifth edge. She thought her heart would go out by the fifteenth. She felt like she’d forgotten what an orgasm was by the thirtieth.

From her groin to her belly button up nearly to the bottom of her breasts she felt warmth. The heat of her nethers spread out with each rumbling vibration until she was nearly numb with pleasure but unable to find any relief from the torment.

Then, with no particular ado. It seemed to stop. The lights went out, the sound ebbed and silenced, and Loona was left drooling, hunched over the pommel of the saddle. She hardly even noticed. Her mind had taken a fierce ironing out, the combativeness in her beaten and bruised by sexualized force.

She felt like she was floating for a moment. Then, she realized she didn’t have the vibrator hilted in her. Had it retracted?

‘Good girls obey orders. A good girl lifts her tail.’

She felt her tail twitch while trying to rise, blocked by something. She was laying flat on her bed!

“Wh-when? What, h-how?”

Master spoke, “hush now.”

Loona’s vision cleared to the long, hard, throbbing pole of Master. Drooling pre-cum, his fierce human cock eclipsed her snout and face. She pulled away, trying to turn from him. Her body was nothing but tingly pins and needles, buzzing with the after-thought of the sybian’s vibrator. She felt slow and sluggish, but she wasn’t so broken that she couldn’t resist!

MAster held onto her head by her ear, grinding his dick across her snout and lips, balls to tip and back again. The scent was making her mouth salivate and pussy drool. She thought she might just cum from huffing his balls alone. Her breath came in desperate hitches to drain down that smell of virile male.

“No, off!” Loona’s pleas were barely a whisper. One hand clutched and wrung at the bed sheets, while another pushed at the man’s thigh. Ostensibly to push him away, but she used no force, instead she found herself brushing up and feeling the muscularity of his thigh.

“Worship it, and you will cum.” Master ordered. He had no threat to his words, it felt like more of a suggestion than a command.

“No.” Weak. Weak resistance.

‘Good girls give in.’

“If you don’t, I’ll put you back on the sybian.”

Loona clenched her eyes closed, ruminating on the hellish pleasure of that device. And, she gave in. She huffed in his musk, running her nose from his balls to his tip, just like he was doing. They grinded against each other, the man’s diabolic grin gleaming above her. Her lips and nose got runny with the saline of his pre. She lapped at his shaft, tasting the salt and warmth of his needy cock.

And down below, something made her gasp. Fingers. Delicate and slow, tracing around her labia. The most innocent of touches, but after all she’d been through, it felt amazing. Her mouth parted wide in a moan that never came. Once he saw his chance, he plunged his cock down her throat.

Loona’s shock was followed by her first instinct. Bite! But a different shock came, her collar dispelling that notion with a gagging zap. For Master, all this meant was the feeling of her throat seizing pleasurably around his meat.

Down below, invisible to her, Master worked his magic. With his spare hand he fingered her and worked her clit. Her nethers were almost sore with edges, so his touch was discreet and subdued. But after all that teasing, it felt divine. She couldn’t have asked for anything better.

She felt herself getting lost in that feeling, subconsciously acting out what she’d been watching for hours on Master’s dick. Tonguing over his shaft and bobbing on his cock. Like an incubus visiting her in the night, the two pronged attack blended together. Her back arched and humped at Master’s fingers, while her throat tried to take more of his cock. If she pleased that dick, she got to cum. So she would be a good girl.

Passionately lost to an edge she prayed would be the final one, Loona felt like her head was in the clouds. He ejaculated down her throat, flooding her tongue with his semen. It distracted her a moment, pulling her from that edge just long enough to imprint the taste of his cum with all this teasing.

He pulled his cock out as he came, jerking himself off over her face and muzzle. Images of hellhounds coated in semen from the propaganda room played over in her mind’s eye. She thrashed and spasmed and lost herself into that feeling of being one of them. And, that is when she came.

A loud, long slew of moans and curses came from her cum-coated mouth as she squirted the most potent orgasm she’d felt across her bedsheets.

---

Days of work went by. For Loona it was a blur. Between her time on the sybian, lost in the sub-space and edged, to the 24/7 affirmations poured into her ears. She was losing it. And by 'it', that spark of defiance. It waned and waned. Each time she lost the flame of resistance to her own desires and gave in, she lost a part of it forever.

The next time she got her willpower up she felt more and more cracks in her mental and physical defenses. Her body and mind more easily snapped into listening to commands. The sights and scents of her Master aroused made her aroused. After all...

Good girls exist to pleasure their owners. Good girls wear collars. Good girls take their medicine.

She felt like she was in a heat on steroids, never quite fully getting rid of that background radiation of needing stimulation. Her captor's actions didn't help. Sometimes he would merely hold her chin and jerk off against her snout, letting her know she was a rag to cum on.

The musky scent of a male pumping his dick made her tummy do flips, forced to kneel there and take it. Getting a facial helped quell that heat a little. And she hated that it helped. She hated that getting her fur painted with Master's nut made her feel safe and warm and satisfied.

Good girls feel good when their owners feel good.

"Loona, heel."

She snapped out of her daydream and before she could stop herself she was kneeling at Master’s feet. She was stunned, her ears rang and she almost didn't catch her orders. Had she really just done that without thinking?

Knelt by the human's side, she looked up at him with a dazzled expression.

"You're going to give me a pawjob."

Good girls use every part of their bodies. Good girls do what their owners say. Good girls live to please.

"Yes." Faster than the collar’s zap, she corrected herself. "Yes, master."

Loona laid back on her bed, putting her legs up to allow her paws to be enjoyed. Both of them were soft, rounded and perfectly clipped claws tipping squishy pink toe beans. They were hers, and something in her became woozy at the idea of even her paws being used. She wanted to stop them, watching Master line up on one side of her, grasping her ankles.

She had to stop him. Her face creased in frustration, a finger trying to hook around her collar. As if that would stop the shock of a bad thought.

"Be a good girl and start now."

She felt her paws splay and grasp around his dick, barely aware she was doing it willfully. Her toe beans stroked over the smooth human cock, stroke, stroke. Like giving a handjob, it came naturally. Her mind dredged up recollections of videos she'd seen of other hellhound girls doing the same. She had seen them somewhere. Her mind was a little muddy.

Good girls don't think too hard. Good girls follow orders.

She'd seen it in the porn he made her watch, right! She looked down over her naked body. She was usually naked now, good girls don't need clothes. She slid her paws up and down his dick in tempo, working evenly.

Her footpaws pumped, holding around the shaft with her pawpads and using his pre as a lubricant to make it a smooth ride. Even this, the sanctity of her paws, was claimed. No part of her wouldn't be objectified and used. No part of her wasn't hers. It was all his. Her owner’s.

Good girls like serving. Good girls are happy to serve.

Her ears buzzed and felt hot, she was getting wet. Exposed, legs spread, on display for him. The human was gentle, but insidious. He could see she was wet. He didn't rush in and claim her body so brazenly. He let Loona come to the realization on her own.

She wanted to make certain her pawjob for Master was as perfect as a good girl could make it. And these thoughts made her waver, they were so potent. Confusing. She needed to get off. She needed to reach down and jill off quickly to refocus. And then she could kick both of these losers in the nuts.

But instead she felt a soft, light zap. It wasn't intense and painful. It didn't need to be right now. It just needed to get her back on the easy path. The path of submission.

And so she pumped, and pumped faster. She put their pleasure first. All that burning in her loins, that energy, it went to her paws.

Master came suddenly, and Loona couldn't resist making sure it was a good one, using even and quick strokes of her soft paws. She needed to make him feel powerful. And her pussy throbbed when she heard him grunt a moan of pleasure and watched as his dick exploded white across her, making her sticky and slick with his seed too. Left and right paws, ejaculated on, dripping and messy with evidence of her defeat.

"Good girl," Master said when he caught his breath, smirking at her. She felt her heart skip. "Now clean it up."

Something about his tone, his aggression, his confidence. It was the spark her defiant side needed. A low, lumbering growl rose in her throat. Her lips curled back in a snarl. She was going to do it, she was going to kick him right in the gonads. and just as her leg twitched, her collar did too. But this was no small corrective tingle. It was a proper spine-curling ZAP.

"Gahhhh! Fhhh, f-fiaaa, fine! Yes! Sorry!" She sputtered, flailing at the feeling that coursed through her bones. “Sorry, master.”

"That's better, get to it."

And she did, she curled forward and grasped the right paw first. As if showing off to Master she ran her tongue over her pawpads and lapped his spunk up, her tongue coated in jizz that sank to her taste buds. She looked to his eyes, seeking approval, perhaps even mercy.

---

Her time in the training room always affected her. She always dragged her paws when he led her in. But she was soaked wet before he even strapped her in this time. No attempt was made to keep herself off the sybian.

After all, resisting only meant more edging. And her leg muscles would give out far before Master ever would, so why torment herself further?

Good girls give in. Good girls know they’re weaker. Good girls don’t fight.

Loona leaned forward, looking into the screen as it began to glow. Grainy film, sometimes bad camera angles. But that just meant she had to look closer to see. To take in, with purpose, the visual reality of hellhound bitches just like her giving into their body’s demands. And more importantly, the demands of males.

They were so much stronger than her. And look how much pleasure they brought to girls just like her. Cum splashed against a hellhound’s lips and tongue and she swore she tasted the salt on her own.

A different girl, with a greyish coat and soft white belly just like Loona. Unlike Loona she was spreading her legs in an alley and patting her own pussy, rubbing her cunt and telling the camera how much she loved taking cock. She was needy for it. Her hips humped and shook, flicks of her arousal spraying the pavement below her.

It was so dingy, so depraved. The gloom of night broken only by the camera’s flash, the desperate and empty-minded look on the girl. How did she fall so far?

Fall so far?

Loona caught herself. She was leaned so forward on the sybian her tits were nearly touching the saddle. And her tongue was rolled from her mouth, drooling. When had she done that?

And when did her hand start rubbing her clit? She looked at her hand, drippy and slick with her own desires. The buzzing of the sybian’s dildo gnawed at her as she took pause.

Good girls look at the screen. Good girls focus. Good girls look at the screen.

Her head began to spin and she felt her ears lay flat to her mane in surprise. The tingling buzz of a corrective zap got her looking back at the screen.

It was hard to think with so much sound and imagery! But she needed to focus. When had she started rubbing herself? And when had she begun bouncing on the sybian?

A hellhound rode cock, reverse cowgirl so the film could get her whole slutty body. Tally marks across her thighs and the spent loads on her tits spoke to just how many men she’d serviced. Her hands were clasped behind her head, brazenly and excitedly showing off her chest.

Loona fought best she could not too, but felt her tail rise in admission she wanted the same. And the need for more pleasure. The vibrator wasn’t enough, she needed that hand rubbing her pleasure-bud.

As her trembling hand descended across the fur of her belly, lower to her waiting pussy, she clutched at herself. Trying to fight it, but knowing she was only wasting time. She lost herself in the pleasure, in the cacophony of sound and light.

No amount of growling from Loona was keeping him at bay. From behind, Master's hands made her body feel like his. He groped and tugged at her tits, pinching and tweaking her nipples and pulling them forward. She was forced to bend back toward him, trying to go with the flow of being tugged to ease up the pain. When not being pinched her tits were grabbed and rubbed over, palmed in his full hands and used as stress balls.

When Loona put her back toward Master, she had his dick rubbing against her asshole. Her tail swished across his chest in aggressive, cat-like swipes. With everything else going on she didn't have the will or focus to contain her natural responses to the stimulus. The poke and prod of his dick at her tailhole directed a lot of her attention to the human behind her. Each teasing tap and throb of dick at the gates made her flinch.

Her box felt woefully empty. The shivering memories of her recent time in the sybian giving her phantom shakes and reminding her just how pent up she was. Both her holes were under threat, attack, she was trapped. And yet, all she had to do was give in and she could cum.

Don't good girls give in? Then they get to feel good?

Her brow creased with panic, side-eyeing the human behind her. She couldn't pull away if she wanted to, trapped between his grasp and feeling her entire body melt and buzz under those shifting touches. She felt held, wholly, grasped and owned. Nothing of hers was truly hers, it was his, and he was molesting his property.

And she was just letting him! Her only protest was some shifting of her shoulders, a few apprehensive moans, and drooling arousal down at floor meekly.

Suddenly, when internally debating in a frantic state, Loona was unsettled. Master grabbed her left leg by the thigh, tugging her leg up, holding her partly aloft. His dick's tip slid just past her labia. A hot lance of sensual warmth, nothing more than the tip, teasing her. Her hands naturally grasped for his shoulder to support her.

Good girls give in. Good girls let all their holes get abused.

She felt the air flee her lungs as she stood stock still, shivering on one paw, clutching the floor beneath her. She turned hanging an arm off Master, distributing her weight across his shoulders.

She looked cute, her expression nervous with the reality her defenses were crumbling. Lip trembling and seeking to bargain and plead. Where was all that aggression and defiance?

"Ghhh! Fnnmm, l-let my leg down, I can't stand like this."

"Then don't," Master said in a whisper, seductively kissing her ear.

Good girls let their body be claimed. Good girls get pounded to pieces.

His probing over her nethers and tailhole both strained her ability to think. Her neck tingled with the phantom memories of previous shocks, but not because she was deserving of punishment.

Not wishing to wait any longer, Master placed a hand around her midsection and guided her down. And himself up. With a striking and powerful single thrust, he penetrated her ass. The surprise of a pinch of pain and an unusually satisfying fullness massacred her willpower.

Good girls give up. Good girls serve cock with all their holes.

Her body was merely twitching and rolling through the stunning pleasure of finally being properly penetrated after days left waiting and teased. And with one singular pump Master had crumpled up Loona’s will and threw it in a waste basket.

But Master wasn’t moving. He was just waiting and resting, allowing Loona to feel her back passage spread and claimed by his cock. Her lip trembled and her eyes fluttered open, choking back the desire to plead for more.

This time, at least, it wasn’t a ploy to get her to break down into a simpering mess. This time, it was merely so Master could ram his fingers into her pussy. With the same forward and singular force as his cock, the human used only her natural lube to breach her labia and double-penetrate her.

“Fuhhh, cuh!” Loona clamped down on her tongue with her teeth, a sharp spike of pain needling her ass. Her jibbered curse only further affirmed how out of control she really was. Her tail stood out on end, shocked stiff, laid across Master’s shoulder.

Good girls stop resisting. Good girls relax. Good girls endure for their owners.

She had to endure, right. She could get through this. Finding a rhythm, both of her holes being filled to fuck his fluffy toy into pieces. Fingers humped up and slotted against her g-spot, the delicate tips of his fingers teasing her snatch with the fantasy of being bred.

Loona’s cunt had no defense against such an assault. And the traitors at the gates only further lubricated and affirmed the fingering, by squeezing his digits as much as possible. She twitched and flexed on his hand with her cunt.

And in doing so, she naturally clutched and gripped at Master’s cock. Pleasant as it was to have her womanly role being recollected with a bit of fingering, Loona found herself looking back at Master more, and thinking more of his dick.

How could she not? Her ass was being violated in the most fitting way. First there was pain, sharp and focused. Fullness, a feeling of being entirely filled and gaped around his cock. But each plap of his fur-less thighs to her plump ass assuaged more and more discomfort.

Ache blended seamlessly with a new and unusual pleasure. Her tail, once frozen with the pain, now swept across Master’s chest in rapid groveling swipes. What portion of her mind not fawning over the feeling of ownership being applied to her body was breaking down at this display. To be so eager, so puppy-like, in her show of submission.

Her ass being fucked was the perfect manifestation of her training. Pain bleeding into pleasure. First game the shocks, then the orgasms.

Good girls let go. Good girls go to their slut-space. Good girls obey.

“Ooooh, fhhh! Keep— keep going!” She panted, eyes nearly cross and tongue hanging from her mouth.

Asynchronous humping abused both of her holes. Her lower half felt numb and tingly with the pleasure being exacted upon her. The feeling of tightness and fullness was absurd, being so thoroughly stuffed from both ends. Her Master fucking her was equally as pleased by what this double-penetration brought him.

Her body desperately milked his cock, serving him as he ramrodded her. And in service, pleasure was found. Each thrust bringing her closer to fireworks she couldn’t fathom the splendor of. The build up was nothing like before. There was no teasing her, no anticipatory rise and fall. It was pure and unslaked lust being dictated to her and she was forced to obey its call.

She cast her head over her shoulder, leaning back and panting at Master. Her warm breath fell over his lips in heavy gasps. Her face spoke to the desperation of her new and sudden desire.

“Kiss. Please!”

Master’s pleasure-red expression ticked ever so slightly up at her impassioned request. He grasped at her head rough by the mane and brought her muzzle to his lips. She moaned like a whore against his invasive tongue, responding with an equally invigorated tongue-kiss. Her eyes went cross, open just barely but not seeing a damn thing.

The exchange of brushing tongues. The pistoning of her cunt. The repetitious and unabated affirmations. She orgasmed.

Her sharp and shrill coo of pleasure muffled only by the human’s mouth, as she squirted far sooner than her past self would have liked. Master growled and pressed forward, spurred on by his hand being doused in her defeat. As the sudden shock of her orgasm subsided and the rippling remains tingled in her veins, she felt her ass be filled.

Vigorous, heavy squirts were injected into her ass. Just as they had been painted across her face. And no surprise too. He was making use of the same aphrodisiacs she was, enhancing his batter’s thickness and potency.

Loona felt as though she was floating, focused only on the buzzing in her ears—

Good girls get creampied. Good girls take loads. Good girls give up their holes.

—and the twitching of her legs and paws. Splaying and clenching down on nothing as her holes did too, now empty. Empty?

She lazily tried to bring her head up, looking down over her sweat-slick fur and the male watching over her. She could feel his cum oozing out of her. Oh. Master placed her on the bed. That feeling, of him looking at her, of leaking his seed. It was obscene, slutty, whorish, depraved.

And she adored it.

---

Sometime later, Loona found herself warming Master’s lap in reverse cowgirl. Naturally, unclothed. Good girls don’t need clothing after all. Not in the presence of their owners. She pressed her back to his chest, using her knees to keep herself aloft from his erect and waiting dick.

The dose of love drug she’d just taken was already making her leak against her will. Her body taunted her Master’s cock with each faulty faucet-like drip. His hands clutched meaningfully at her hips and rode up and down the fur of her sides. Master’s firm grip found its way to her tits, where he greeted them in the usual way. Rough and dominating groping.

“Why don’t you be a good lap dog and bounce on my cock?” Master asked with a seductive, ensnaring tone that almost pretended like she had a choice. He beckoned at her backdoor like a discreet gentleman caller. Smearing his precum across the tight, pink tailhole she was hiding.

Her legs worked faster than her mind. The Pavlovian urge to obey was inhibited only by a supreme show of will. It would almost be impressive how even now she could decline. If good girls had any need for willpower. She pressed her back further against Master’s chest, holding onto the chair’s arms and his own with her reverse grip. Trying to resist the pull of her natural desire to slide her ass down on his dick.

He didn’t grab her thighs and shove her down full hilt. The rough and tumble was for the beasts. The mind is what he had Mastery over. She whimpered and squirmed upon him, bleeding red eyes begging him to take her burden away. The brush of her tight asshole against the tip of his phallus was very encouraging for them both.

Good girls don’t need to resist. It’s hard being a bad girl. Good girls have it easy.

Her collar tingled. A short, nearly painless, corrective zap. It was all she needed nowadays. But what stung deeper than the zap itself was that mental notion she had disappointed her owner. It was graven across her psyche not to disobey, and yet something small and silly in her still fought.

She needed to apologize. So she relaxed her ass and slid down her Master’s pole. Warming his dick with her asshole, and wincing delightfully at the feeling of fullness. For a moment she was lost in it. Riding against him, lacing an arm around his shoulders and twisting to face him.

Loona looked to her Master with an almost loving pair of doting eyes. How could she not? He was bringing her delights she’d never experienced before. His hands deftly played with and teased her dripping honeypot. Alternating between fingering, rubbing and teasing her clit and cunt. And, when he wanted to drag out her pleasure, tweaking and plucking at her nipples.

He made her whole body feel owned, possessed, out of control. And so it was. She was bouncing on his meat after all like a lap dog cock warmer. She was just a trio of holes for men’s dicks, especially Mast—

“Look forward to the camera, pup,” he whispered with a smile. He pointed past her.

Camera? Loona was snapped from her fantasy land and back to reality. Her dreamy and romantic slip into the sub-space was halted when she gave a wide-eyed look to to the tripod mounted camera angled at them. Not too far away from her, filming the two of them while it’s reflective lens gleamed.

Her pupils tightened to needle points. She was being recorded! Just like all those other girls. Loona gasped sharply and covered her face with a backhand, turning away.

“Bup, bup, bup!” Master exclaimed in his soft, ophidian tone. “Forward. Let them see how much of a good girl you are.”

Good girls obey. Good girls show off. Good girls spread their legs. Good girls star in their own porn.

Loona, reeling with the shock, meekly obeyed. She turned her head back with lagging speed. Master’s hands tugged Loona’s thighs apart, holding them spread as she bounced.

His cock disappeared between her soft asscheeks. But, her snatch remained on full and blatant display as it lewdly leaked from her folds to her master’s balls. Something deep in her woke up, and with a nervousness borne not of distaste but uncertainty, she followed her heart’s command.

She put her hands behind her mane, crossing her fingers together. And making a plain display of her fluffy underarms, and bouncing full tits. Each pump of her Master shook her whole body and made the air flee her lungs. Hitched gasped joined the pleasure she experienced as her nerves were alight with the new sensation of exhibition.

Her Master's unrelenting fucking was accompanied by masculine, nearly savage groping of her tits. Firm kneading of her funbags that ended with the pinch of her perked nipples made her squee at the camera. The vain attempt to muffle her moans only making them come out more pathetically.

When not eyeing the lens in a midpoint between horny despair and whorish elation, she lost herself wondering if it would be posted somewhere. The thought alone made the pole her ass bounced on feel that much better.

She could only imagine what the look of her body getting thrust into was like. But she didn't have to wonder for too long, she'd be watching it soon enough when it was her training time.

With a sharp inhale, she felt an orgasm creep on her far sooner than she expected. She tensed and squeezed her tight entrance around the base of Master's cock and her arms descended down, holding her thighs open. She dared not to touch herself without permission, but she rubbed the pale white fur of her inner thighs needily.

"Go ahead, do it," Master said, pinching her ear and tugging it down to whisper to her.

Without a moment's hesitation, or thought, Loona's hand immediately shot down to between her legs and began furiously rubbing her sopping wet snatch. Palming her clit, it was only seconds of vigorous, needy rubbing before she broke into a mind-numbing orgasm. Clear ejaculate squirted onto the floor, harsh, loud sprays of her feminine submission were fucked from her with each slap of her hand and pump of Master's dick.

"Hnnnmmmfff! I love getting my ass fucked!" Loona said, her eyes shut, trapped in her head. The blitz of her orgasm annihilated any filter she might have on her trembling lips. "Thank you so much, Master!" She muttered, coming down from the body high a little and feeling the tingle of pleasurable shame at realizing her submission was now immortalized on film.

She covered her face with a backhand, and her pussy with another. Master kept him pumping up, yanking at her wrist to show off her face.

"Look at that camera while I jizz in your ass and thank me you hellhound-whore."

Loona hissed out a whimper of protest, unable to look away from the reflective lens of the camera as she felt her Master empty his balls into her backside.

She mewled and her tongue lolled from her mouth, a tendril of lust-struck spittle hanging from it. "Thank you for cumming in my ass, Master!"

Loona's sybian time came around again and it was instantly that she fell into the subspace. The throbbing beats, the aphrodisiac on her tongue, it was routine now. She was drooling from her mouth as much as her pussy. The dildo she rode normally was glistening just from her hovering over it.

She didn't have the awareness to dwell on how much she fought riding that dick in the past versus the now of slipping right atop it. She also didn't have the awareness to immediately realize the video on screen was of her.

She was too busy looking at that juicy human cock, and that silly hellhound whore acting as that cock's sleeve for the night. Look how shy she is! She'd be so much hotter if she gave in to it.

Then Loona heard her own voice and she stopped. The buzzing of the toy in her pussy made her clit throb. And she had an out of body experience. Her own words banging around her skull like a pinball. She'd be so much hotter if she gave in to it. I am so much hotter when I give in to it.

I gave in to it. Good girls give in to it. They give into their masters. They spread for their alphas. They bounce on cock.

So, watching her asshole get plugged with human dick, she relived that moment and rode her pussy down on the sybian. Her tongue drooled, wagging from her mouth like her tail swaying behind her.

Loona lost the plot, lost any sense of pace. Caught between the memory of her filmed exhibition and the reality of her post-training mind. She couldn't even consider that shyness now. Why be shy? It felt good. It felt awesome. It felt freeing.

Serving human cock. Serving Master, it was liberating. Why struggle against a good thing? Why think when she can be told? Why turn her back on the feeling of her body obeying its biological need to give in and serve her males? To be bred, to give pleasure. And in giving it, get it.

Her hand reached down between her legs and found her throbbing clit. The pleasure bud was stiff with the blood of lust pumping from her heart to her toes to her twitching ears. Pinching it, she rubbed and tugged on the little pleasure pod, shivering and moaning with a grunting and bestial sort of vocalizing.

Her eyes went cross, focused on the fuzzy middle distance of her own silver screen debut as an anal slut.

"I need dick! Master! Hnnfff, fuck. Alpha, I need to be bred!" She asked into the glimmering dark, lifting her tail and bouncing on the sybian. She rode it like she wanted to ride them. Useless stiff plastic! It was tempered perfectly to refuse her an orgasm and she hated it. Well, that's not fully true. She couldn't hate anything Master ordered - and he had ordered her to ride this toy.

But she loved his dick and wanted to feel it split her ass open. So, she did what 'bad' girls do when they get needy: acted like a slut.

She gave the dark room whimpery little moans, like a dog struck with separation anxiety she made her mating call known. Each tug of her clit, each bounce of her fluffy butt, the rolling beat to her salacious musical.

Loona couldn't be sure if they were watching, but she put her whole heart into her display. They were, of course, but let the poor girl play out this show and dance. When she was done they'd throw her a bone.

---

Master visited Loona as expected for the day, but a peculiar Loona greeted him this time. It wasn't a shy Loona. Not a growling Loona. The hellhound didn't pout, she didn’t turn her muzzle at him.

Before a greeting could even part her Master's lips, the slutpup was struck with a passion that had been welling in her since she woke this morning. She rolled from her submissive kneel to her hands and knees. She trembled with the anxiety she used to feel when defying Master, and hiked up her tail.

"Master, please fuck my hellhound asshole. Please! I feel so empty right now. I want to be filled. Is that okay?" She gave him her best puppy eyes. Her chest gasped with a tension that expected a collar's shock. She did speak out of turn, after all. And good girls listen, and they speak when spoken to.

"Feeling needy today, are we?" He asked, the low rumble of his voice made Loona's cunt quiver. That sound of a man in control, a man who was going to take her and mold her like a piece of clay into the woman she was meant to be.

Of course, she was feeling needy. She flagged up her big, fluffy tail and showed off the cunt-honey slick white fur of the underside. It swayed alluringly, following the opposite pattern to her hips as she wagged herself at Master.

The scent of a horny female got to him, even though a human, those heavy female pheromones struck his primal brain just right. Rare was it he felt that horned-up need, that was other men’s domain. Master preferred the control, the training, the guidance.

But here with his toy, seeing her pouting face not showing resistance but need? He thought he could give in to her games. Just this once, of course. He removed his pants, and Loona immediately sniffed at the air. It was nothing like a male hellhound’s. Those smelled like a musky cloud of signals she directly understood. Canine to canine.

Master's scent though? The twinge of salt. The hint of husky, ripe masculinity. It was just alien enough to make her neck fur stand on end and her ears go flat. To hit her with this pang of 'stand at attention', to tell her to lock in.

Her asshole clenched and winked at him. Delicate and pink, it had become the favorite spot for Master's cock recently. Fucking a girl's ass just had the extra layer of dominance, humiliation, and ownership to it.

Breeding her pussy was fine. Fucking her mouth was very good. But fucking this hole not made for sex, not as easy to use as her mouth, and slamming an orgasm from her using it? It spoke to his control and ownership of her body and its functions. It let her know she was his. Her form was his. Her temple was built for his divine form. And his divining rod's pleasure.

“Before we begin I need to give you your dose, don’t I? Heel.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground before him. His shaft was stiff already, and looking down at the throb it was making, gave him an idea.

He enjoying the glimmer of appreciation in Loona’s eyes as her nose was brought but an inch before his penis. He pinched her pill between his fingers, rolling it between his fingertips and thinking.

Finally, he resolved to do it. He crushed the pill up into a powder, sprinkling it in a line across his dick from glans to base, holding his phallus tight to keep it straight.

Loona sat kneeling, her Master's hand hooked around the back of her head to hold her close. His stiff and waiting cock twitched at her. The scent of the saline pre dripping from his tip was overshadowed only by the crushed 'good girl medicine' across his shaft.

"Go on, take your dose. You'll feel good when you do."

It was true. She knew it was true. And she'd be happy to do it. But from the corner of her eye, Her tail swiped across her footpaws and the floor, twitching back and forth in long strokes. Her breath got heavier as she contemplated the crushed line of pinkish powder across Master's totem.

She sat up that extra inch she needed to really run her snout across him. In one potent swipe, she did the entire line. The feeling hit her like a runaway truck, gone was that slow burn ebb in her nethers. This heat was all in her head, making her dizzy with a lewd arousal that somehow felt like a fever across her mind and throat. The usual sensation of desperately needing a fuck traveled to her unfilled pussy shortly after.

Loona could only groan, some part of her wishing to tell them that hit was too strong. But she could only pant like the whore she was being broken into. Her reflection on the medicine was cut short when Master gave her an order.

“Roll over.”

Good girls roll over.

She rolled over, like she had when he first walked in, assuming the primal position and prepping to be taken.

She turned her head with impatience to see the human admiring the effects on her cunt. Of course, her pale fluffy-white nethers were blushing red and dripping needily down at her own footpaws and the floor, begging to be filled in their display of pre-lubricated willingness. The shake of her ass to free herself from his grip did nothing but tease her Master and herself further.

He grabbed a tight hold on the base of her tail. Right at the root he wrapped his hand around, kneeling to bone her just like she wanted: doggy style. She ruff'd at him, the hold on her backside turning her into putty. She felt right where she needed to be, looking back at him with an anxious anticipation of his dick tip's kiss to her ass.

With a tense poke, his stiff glans met her eager pucker. He smeared his rod up and down across her cheeks, collecting the pre and her own arousal against the textured bare skin of her tailhole. It was all the lube she was going to get, so it was all she needed.

She exhaled, relaxing herself. Her asshole tensed and tightened and flexed in anticipation, as if to beg Master to get it over with and thrust in! But Loona knew she needed to get relaxed, press down on her pelvic floor, and be ready to accept him.

Master, experienced in bitch breaking and having taken Loona's ass a few times now, thrust forward hard and fast right when he felt she was loose enough to take it. It made her yip like she was bitten on the scruff, her spine curling in an arch naturally.

Before she could sound off the sigh of relief at being filled where she needed it most, Master had begun pumping. He let instinct drive his thrusts, rocking on his knees and purring himself at the kiss of her soft fur to his thighs. Her entire body braced for the impact of her male taking her ass.

She held onto that feeling, the feeling of her pussy slapped by his balls, of her butt getting stuffed and used for his pleasure. Things were taken at his pace, even though she had begged for it. She had begged to feel that chance at service, not for anything more. The ride Master took her on was one she couldn't direct or anticipate.

What she could do was obey her body's requests. Those pleading signals to squeeze, to push back down on him, to moan to let him know she was his. That is what she could do. So, she did, crying out in pleasure as her empty pussy savored that abandoned and unused feeling. While right above her ass was taken like a fleshlight and with just as much carelessness as a toy deserves.

The humility, the humbling fuck, that feeling of being humped and ridden down into her place smashed down on the canine button in her hellhound brain that told her she wasn't a bad bitch, she was just a bitch. His bitch.

His bitch?

That thought made her tail uncurl and stand up straight, the end tickling Master's chin as she stuck her tongue tip just past her teeth. With a soft coo an orgasm rocked her. Handsfree, touchless, fucked from her entirely using her asshole as the avenue, she squirted her resignation of rebellion against his balls and thighs.

Master growled, sly and vulpine in his shifty toned words. "So soon? You really did need this, eh? Squirming while thinking about it all night I suspect."

He was right, she had been chewing on the bone of this desire last evening. And as her body radiated with the high of her pleasure's peak, she felt Master's plapping devolve. His own orgasm was beginning to hit its apex, but not so soon after her.

That was the proper icing on the cake. She'd gotten hers, and that was nice. But she would endure whatever else he wanted. If he'd cum early, by some chance, then she'd have been left wanting and would just need to deal with it. That idea clung to her.

"Thank you! T-thank you master! Hnnn, mmmff! Thank you for fucking my ass!" She called. Her adoration spilling free from her trembling lips as she realized just how good she had it. She had a Master with strength and stamina enough to give her pleasure even though he didn't explicitly need to. After all, good girls serve. No one said they get to cum for sure. That was merely a happy consequence of them being put in their place.

Satisfied by her mental breakdown, and reveling in his hard work, Master rode an edge out. He admired the twitch of her form, the slackening of her muscles, how her body was so wracked with pleasure only his hand on her tail's base kept her up.

With a few final pistons, he coaxed out that well-earned orgasm. The masculine and virile declaration of him seeding her ass compelled Loona to respond with a howling moon-calling moan of her own.

A slap on her ass and the feeling of his cum dripping from her abused asshole over her dripping nethers was her final treat.

---

What was left of Loona's sassy persona, her fiery resistance, had been redirected entirely to this sort of bratty submission. Her rebellious energy wasn't devoted to bringing her freedom and revolting against her owner's demands. Instead, it was directed into teasing them. Master found himself surprised often nowadays at Loona.

Surprise came at how she would remember what looks made him pounce on her hardest. At what made him smile and snicker. When and just how to lift her tail and show off her throbbing, dripping pussy to make his dick as stiff and needy as he made her.

Breaking in a bitch always ended with them wrapped around a male's finger. But only special, legitimately good girls like Loona kept that fiery passion once broken. The stone of her resilience ground up and put through a crucible of her whorish training to form a sharpened steel point. A point she used to stab directly into the soft, hindbrain desperation of her male owner.

What fight she gave him seemed preordained to bring them both greater pleasures. The honeymoon of training her hardly left once she was really broken in, and Master found each new day with his special toy as engaging and draining as the last.

Trusting in her devotion, she often accompanied her men outside now. So the slutty hellhound could be just like all the amateur bitches she watched in the past. That is to say, be a shameless exhibitionist.

With the dirty glow of a phone camera's flash on her, Loona squatted behind a gas station rest stop. Naked except for her leash and collar, she had her legs spread and hands up. Curled and paw like. Her tongue salivated from her mouth, and her nose and ears twitched as they took in signals from her owners.

Master’s dense, manly musk was twinge with the grit of testosterone that sent her ovaries into overdrive. Her ears flicked and fell flat at the sound of his voice, that verbal warning for her to prepare her body, for he was going to ravish it momentarily.

As much as she humped the air, and her as much as her pussy clenched down hopefully, it was her mouth that would be fucked. He stepped forward, grasping her by the chin and rubbing his stiff dick against her face.

"Thnnnk you!" She said through kisses, smooching his smooth shaft. He wiped the sweat from his nuts across her snout and groaned in pleasure as he felt her snort his musky balls.

Her exhale trembled with arousal and desire, shivering from mane to toe-claw with the anticipation of being used. Yes, used, like an object. She was free from the incantations delivered by the earbuds, which were of no use.

They had imprinted themselves into her, those mantras, and she said them to herself in her own internal voice.

Good girls huff musk. Good girls suck cock. Good girls swallow.

Preparatory reminders, self-served from her defeated psyche. Like the ring of the dinner bell, Master’s scent made her mouth water. She wanted her maw as slick and ready for him as possible.

All these subtle bits of effort Loona put forward, hardly even realizing she was so thoroughly under their sway. And for the human at least, he hardly noticed. He grabbed her ears and rammed his cock down her throat.

Good girls take it. Good girls hold still. Good girls get throatfucked.

Loona took it, wincing and relaxing her throat. Her entire form trembling with the pleasure of service. Not a single touch or even the notion of a touch came to her nethers. And yet they quivered. Training, conditioning, linking service with pleasure.

Gluk-gluk-gluk. Master slapped his balls to her chin with grunting force and effort, plunging his dick down her throat until it was sore. The wrap and tease of her tongue, the suction of her seizing throat, it brought his moans out quick.

Filmed, with the grime and debauchery of their public act, Loona felt her heart soar. She felt like a proper hellhound whore, and it made her tail wag madly. Soft, slight squirts of pleasure sprayed to the ground as her body was abused.

He creamed down her maw, but he didn't jizz all of his load into her stomach. He pulled out, and with her cleaning swallow she held her mouth open for more. Sprays of thick, saved up nut streaked across her nose, ears, face and chest.

He grabbed one of her tits, tugging it for his amusement, while stroking himself off with the other hand. The few final ropes of human cum matted the fur of her chest. The pristine white of her coat marked now with the off-white of his batter.

"Hey, turn toward the camera and say it, be a good girl now," Master told her softly. The aphrodisiac brought untoward potency to his loads, and he kept stroking himself to squeeze out every little ounce for her.

Loona squinted at the flash. "Hi! I'm a jizz rag for human spunk!" She panted and waggled her butt, shaking her hips and tail. Her pussy, revealed with her spread legs, dripped an oil spot to the gravel below shamelessly.

And, just like she said, she offered up her fur to serve as Master's cum catcher. The human pumped and stroked his dick, spurting additional ropes across her face and chest. Her heavy tits and dark fur caught his semen perfectly.

If only the Loona of weeks ago could see herself directly. If she could watch how happily her eyes glittered when she felt those warm ropes fall on her. The feeling of satisfaction she got from just seeing her Master orgasm was enough to bring an edge to the heat-swollen labia between her legs.

She dripped her cyprine fluid like a broken faucet, of course. But joining it, dripping off her, human nut. Droplets of virile human seed marking her body as a possession for male cock and use.

She felt not a hint of shame. Whatever that silly little part of her personality that had caused the self-humiliation holding her back in the past had melted. And from the ice of that restraint a steaming hot spring of arousal had formed. This effervescent feeling in her that she was a good girl . And good girls do as they're told.