Jennifer acted like a bitch, and because she was rich, and pretty, and spoiled, she got away with it. She was a bitch to her friends, who she bullied. She was a bitch to her father, who she took advantage of. She was a bitch to boys, who she cockteased.
But then one day she was grabbed off the street near her home, and blindfolded, and dragged into a van, and raped. And the van drove her to a rural property, far away from civilisation, where she was kept in her abductor’s basement.
Her enslaver did not have any patience for Jennifer acting like a bitch. He did not allow her to be stubborn, or disobedient. He did not put up with her asking to go free, or refusing to spread her legs for fucking, or pretending that she was a person who deserved rights.
In fact, every time Jennifer acted like a bitch, her enslaver treated her more like a female dog.
First he took away her clothes.
Then he put her on the leash.
Then he made her crawl.
Then he started feeding her from a dog bowl.
Then he put a noise-sensitive shock collar on her that zapped her if she used recognisable human speech.
After her latest bratty behaviour – an ill-advised escape attempt – he took away her name. She would only be allowed to answer to “Bitch” now, which was the name on the tag that hung from her shock-collar.
He told her that she needed to correct her attitude. She needed to accept that she was nothing but a bitch, with every fiber of her being. If she could honestly forget she was a person, and fully internalise that she was a fucktoy to be owned, he would let her go.
But if she couldn’t learn that lesson soon, he would have to help her. By making her sleep outside, naked and leashed, with his kennel of large male dogs.
Horny male dogs…
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