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I shudder at the thought of it, grateful that at least he isn’t here to remind me thattick tock, time is running while my period takes longer and longer to start.
Slayer groans, running his hands through my hair behind the dog ear headband he’d put on me. “That’s a good pet,” he says, finally pushing me a little down on him. He doesn’t take long to get erect, even though he’s mostly just using my mouth and not getting me to suck on him.
I make embarrassing slurping sounds as I bob up and down on him, adding another layer to my humiliation.
Then I feel a tug on my hair.
“Okay, good enough. We wouldn’t want Slayer to spend already,” Giulio says, pulling hard enough that I’m forced to pull off Slayer. “Nice to see how eager you are, though. Really can’t get enough of cock.” He smiles darkly at me. “Woof a bit for us, girl, to show your appreciation.”
I look up at Giulio, feeling the tears starting to form in my eyes all over again. Slayer has made me bark like a dog, but it seems worse coming from Giulio. I don’t know why, but it’s harder to humiliate myself in front of him.
But I make a soft woofing sound, just enough to let them know I’m listening.
Slayer swats my shoulder. “Oh, you can do better than that,” he chides me. “A real bark. Show us what a little bitch you are, what a good little bitch you’ve become. Then maybe we’ll take you to the breeding bench and make sure you get exactly what that cunt of yours needs.”
I bark, and it almost sounds real — after how many times Slayer has made me practice, it’s unsurprising. It hurts something inside of me to humiliate myself like this, but I know I don’t have a choice.
Well. I do. But it’s an impossible choice, one I’ll never actually make. I’ll never sacrifice Stef’s well-being for my own comfort.
Giulio laughs and ruffles my hair. “Good girl. Sounds like you deserve a reward. Get your aching cunt filled up.” He grabs the leash as he gets up, tugging insistently. “Where’d you put the breeding bench? With all your trains?”
At first, I’m too miserable for Giulio’s words to register. Then I frown, just a little, as my attention goes to his words. Trains? What kind of trains?
I don’t have long to think about it though.
Slayer laughs. “Like I’d really take her in there. She’d probably break something. You know how rambunctious bitches can be. Nah, it’s in my office.”
“I just figured you’d get even hornier, staring at the trains while you fuck her.”
“I’m not a perv like you. I know you probably have to stare at yourpetswhile you fuck to get it up,” Slayer says with a smirk.
“I don’thaveto. But sometimes I want to.”
Giulio winks at me, then leads me to the guest room, and I don’t have time to worry about trains — or reptiles.
I almost recoil when I see the dog crate again. Slayer had left me alone in there for hours at a time, only letting me out to use the bathroom and for training sessions. It was worse than even the small cell at Ntimacy, because at least at Ntimacy, I could hear the noise of the club even when I was locked up.
There’s nothing at all here, just my own thoughts and the dread about what they’ll do to me next.
Giulio ignores the crate and pulls me toward a padded bench. Slayer had brought that in last night, but I hadn’t paid much attention to it. Now that I’m right in front of it, I can see the leather straps on the sides, and the way it’s angled so one side is higher than the other.
A breeding bench.
I tremble as I crawl after Giulio, but the collar tugs at my neck as I slow down. I don’t want to go anywhere near it, but they don’t give me a choice.
“C’mon, girl,” Giulio says, and I should not appreciate being calledgirlinstead ofitas much as I do. “Right up here.”
He unclips my leash and nudges me toward the bench, even offering a hand to help me get up on it.
Slayer watches with keen interest. His cock is still out, and he strokes it slowly. “Fuck, it looks hot up there,” he says. He strolls over, grabbing one of my wrists once I’m on top of it and pulling the strap taut before securing it into place. I don’t know why he’s bothering. It’s not like there’s anywhere for me to go. They’d only grab me and force me back down anyway.
But as he tightens the straps, I realize it’s partially to keep me from sliding down. It braces me so my hips are lifted and my ass is in the air — probably the perfect height for them to take me.
I choke back a sob, but I can’t help but wonder why I’m bothering. They already know how humiliating this is for me. They have to know they’re going to earn tears for their efforts.
They probably want that.
“How’s that?” Slayer asks when he’s done binding my wrists, ankles, and waist to the bench. I want to believe he’s asking me, but I know better. He strokes one of my ass cheeks then slaps it almostplayfully. “Doesn’t it look good like this?”
