Domesticating The Fucktoy Pt. 3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.

Domesticating The Fucktoy Pt. 3

Synopsis: A kidnapped and enslaved girl is made to play with her new puppy. Unfortunately his little size necessitates the use of one of her smaller holes.

Chelsea was playing with her new puppy.

Well, he wasn't really hers, he belonged to Mike and Ryan, the two cops that had kidnapped and enslaved her nearly a year ago. He wasn't even close to his full size yet, and she had the responsibility of caring for and playing with him.

In those early days when they had first brought him home, Mike and Ryan had decided to name him Asmodeus. After all, he was a mix of a great dane and bull mastiff, both huge breeds, and Asmodeus was a demon known for his huge size and strength. Back then though he was a little mewling thing, and Chelsea even thought he was cute. She loved the little pup, at first anyway. They called him Asmo for short, and his playful nature brought her happiness in her situation.

Then Ryan started demanding she suckle the little dog's cock regularly, and her fondness for Asmo evaporated. Not only was she being thoroughly fucked and humiliated by Mike and Ryan daily, but now she had to pleasure the dog too.

Every night when Mike would sit to watch TV for an hour or two, Chelsea would be on her knees in front of the TV with little Asmo laying atop the coffee table on his back. Humiliated and degraded, she would be instructed to take little Asmo's always soft puppy cock into her mouth and suck, rolling the small furry little balls around and tonguing the sheath. Asmo would kick the air and pant happily, but that was the furthest it went; he was just too young to erect. Often times Ryan was present, as he was Mike's best friend and spent a lot of time at his home.

"Open your mouth, slut. I want to check for cum."

Chelsea felt her ears and neck redden in embarrassment, but spat out the little dogs soft package and opened up her mouth. She stuck her tongue out to show there was nothing. She didn't know why they expected any different, it was always like this. She glared at him as she held her mouth open.

"That attitude of yours is why you need these lessons." Mike said. "Get that cock back in your mouth and think about how it's your duty to please it."

"Yes sir. Sorry."

Sighing, Chelsea sucked the little dog back into her mouth. She wouldn't exactly call it a cock at this point, more like a flacid little ball bag with a hidden shaft. The only reason she obeyed these monsters was because her brother Andy was being held in a cell in the basement, completely at these psychotic people's mercy. She had to keep him alive no matter what. She drooled around Asmo, her saliva coating the fur between his legs while the puppy huffed and tried to stand up. She held him firm and suckled wetly. Still, he never got hard and she never tasted a drop of cum.

Time passed and another six months went by. At this age, Asmo was more of an awkward teenager, and he had noticeably been more excited in the evening when it was time for Chelsea to drop to her knees at the coffee table. He would run and jump up onto the table, laying on his back and waiting, tail wagging. As she'd wrap her lips around him, she's inhale his scent. He smelled different somehow lately, more musky. It wasn't unpleasant to her.

One day they came home from a day at the police station, where Chelsea had spent most of the day being agonizingly fisted up her butt by the sadistic dyke Diane. With her mascara dried in runs down her face, she was currently being stripped of her clothes. She wasn't allowed clothes at home. Moving gingerly, she could still feel where the bitch's nails had raked back and forth deep up her ass. Suddenly Asmo ran up and started humping her leg. Embarrassed, she tried to shake him off, but Mike was delighted.

"Leave him alone slut! I think Asmo is finally growing up!"

Chelsea stopped fighting the puppy and watched red faced as Asmo's little cock slowly extended from its sheath, running up against her leg.

"Oh...fuck" she muttered.

She felt a pit drop in her stomach. He was finally able to get hard.

Mike guffawed. "Let me call Ryan and get him over here. You know what I want you to do, right slut?"

"I...yes, sir. I can guess." She sank sadly to her knees in front of the coffee table. She assumed she would have to suck him off again, this time fully hard and extended. She sniffled.

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Chelsea wasn't sucking off Asmo. She had been wrong in her assumption.

Miserable face planted into her crossed arms on the floor, her nipples grazing the carpet, Chelsea held her ass up in the air while Ryan gleefully sat a short stool behind her. Asmo was going to get to fuck her properly today for the first time.

"That's it bitch, arch your back. Keep that ass up and your legs spread." Ryan rubbed her pussy as he spoke. "Asmo's going to need your help."

Chelsea cried her tears quietly, despairing. Despite all this time, these two horrible men still found ways to humiliate and debase her. She had fully expected to be fucked by the dog at some point, but it didn't make it any easier. It didn't make it any less degrading to cheapen her to a puppy's bitch.

"But Sir he's so little" she protested, trying to ignore his rubbing of her vulva. "I mean, he's little...down there. I don't think it will work..." she trailed off. She knew it was pointless to try to change his mind. Once Mike or Ryan decided they wanted to do something, she could not dissuade them.

"Yeah, that whorish cunt is a little big and loose for him. But he deserves to give it a shot, and you're going to help him." She sniffed into her arms again. She wasn't loose at all, she was remarkably tight especially considering the heavy workouts her pussy got these days.

She felt Asmo's little front paws on her ass as the pup scrambled up onto the stool, Ryan guiding him. Mike was letting Ryan take point on this one, and watched nearby smiling. The puppy's back claws clacked on the wood of the stool and he yipped playfully, already humping against her butt. She felt the little red rocket poking and rubbing against her ass cheek.

"Oh God...this is so embarrassing." She tilted her head and watched backwards between her legs. She could see the little cock bobbing as Asmo humped at her. He was gently but firmly held in the right place by Ryan's grip on his collar.

"Reach back and guide him in whore. We don't have all day" Mike commanded her, his hands in his pockets as he watched.

Biting her lip and looking visibly upset, Chelsea reached a shaking hand under and between her legs and gently grasped the little doggy cock. Asmo was humping into her hand as she guided the tip into her waiting pussy. She supposed she would be able to deal with it, after all he was so small still it wasn't like he could hurt her.

She barely felt the little guy. Asmo may have been selectively bred so he'd grow into a well-hung behemoth of a dog, but right now his little pecker felt like a little pickle as it slipped past her entrance. He barely sank in 2 inches, and started humping wildly.

"Squeeze down whore, help him out." She flushed but did as she was told, squeezing her muscles. Her pussy fluttered but still got only a little friction. Asmo popped out awkwardly.

"Get that cock back inside you where it belongs!" Ryan shouted, and her hand shot up quickly to guide him back inside.
"I'm- I"m sorry!"

For next five minutes Asmo humped into her ineffectively, his short length easily withdrawing too far and slipping out of her pussy. Ryan watched with growing anger as it happened again and again, Chelsea's fingers belatedly guiding the cock back inside. She squeezed her aching cunt muscles as hard as she could, trying desperately to keep him inside. When it happened for the 5th time and she shifted up onto her elbows to rearrange herself better, Ryan started shouting at her.

"How fucking worthless are you?! Get back into position! You can't even keep a dick inside of that loose twat?! That's literally the only thing you're made for!"

She quickly crossed her arms and arched her back again, and guided Asmo back in with a shaking hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! He's just so little, it keeps-"

"I don't want to hear it!" He cut her off. "I told you to squeeze harder, do you not fucking listen?!" His eyes narrowed. "I guess it's time for plan B. You're going to regret fucking this up, slut."

Chelsea felt her panic rising at his angry tone. "S-sir p-please, don't hurt me Sir I'm squeezing so hard, really! I-aii!" She squeals as Ryan's hand painfully gripped her long blonde hair, and started yanking her towards the garage. Asmo followed happily, his little cock swinging comically.

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'She fuckin' hates me, trust she fuckin' hates me, la la la laaaa'

The rock music blasted from the radio in the garage. It was more of a man cave really, with a sofa and posters of naked women everywhere. Many of the pictures were of Chelsea in various painful poses, and the one that mortified her most was the black and white close up of her vagina, spread achingly wide by a speculum with her cervix visible. The walls were also lined with an assortment of ominous looking tools. Chelsea hated this place.

Her tears ran in rivers down her face, soaking into the coarse wood of the workbench pressing into her flattened cheek. "Oh---owww gawwd whyyyy?" She moaned and looked up at Ryan, and he regarded her coldly. A collar around her neck kept her face to the surface.

"You've proven you can't be trusted to keep position, so apparently I need to restrain you."

He had bound her arms behind her tightly. Her legs had been doubled up and tied around her ankles and upper thighs, with her feet resting near the gentle swells of her ass cheeks. She was face down on the workbench, laying flat with her head turned to the side.

He was quite fond of this special workbench. He and Mike had cut a large rectangular hole into the surface, and as Chelsea lay atop of it her full breasts dangled through the cut out.

Two large, heavy duty vices, each weighing easily forty pounds, were tightened around her hanging breasts. The vices were not mounted to anything, and thus swung gently from her chest. The weight pulled down heavily on her tits, stretching her funbags from her chest while she moaned piteously, trying to stay as still as possible. They were tightened around the middle swells, right around the meatiest part of her feminine bust.

Ryan gave each handle on the vices another partial turn, and she squealed and shook trying to get up. She didn't get far, the collar around her neck was secured to the surface of the bench. At best she could squirm her body, and he was about to take care of that.

"So. Not only could you not keep Asmo's cock inside you, but you refused to keep your back arched as well."

SNAP!

He pulled on a short but thick black elastic band in his hands and let it go, startling her with the snap. Her face blanched as she looked at it. It had a metal asshook on the end, topped with a thick round shiny ball, and a D ring on the other end.

"Sir, please, I tried, I really did. Please, let me try again! I know I can do it, please!!" She hated having to beg to fuck a dog, but she knew her world was about to become even more painful. It always did.

He didn't answer her but looked at her in silence, his face emotionless. Thirty seconds ticked by, and she couldn't take it anymore. Her breasts hurt so much.

"Um....Sir? Please can we...can we maybe loosen the vices a little? Just a little, please? I can't even think, it hurts so much, please sir...they're so heavy, just.. just a little less tight, please."

"Yes. It's obvious you're not thinking." Ryan said coldly, and with that he twisted the handle of each vice savagely once more, a full half turn.

"NGGGhHh!! AIIiiiii P-PLEASE SIR PLEASEEEEE OHhhhhH!!!" While she squealed and cried, sure her breasts had burst under the dreadful pressure, Ryan moved. He abruptly shoved the fat bulbous ball on the asshook up her butt, wiggling and jamming it until it painfully slid into her forcefully widened ass. Tugging mightily with both hands on the short thick elastic strap, which was normally not longer than 4 inches, he pulled the D ring all the way up to her neck and clipped it on her collar.

The tension in the strap was enormous. Stretched long and thin, it would have hugged her back and followed her shape perfectly had she been able to remain laying flat on the workbench. As it was, she was not able.

Her stretched ass pulled into an oblong O shape as the hook attempted to snap back towards her neck. The enormous tug made her instantly shift uncomfortably to her knees, rising up onto them in a desperate attempt to relieve the strain. Since her legs were doubled up and bound ankle to thigh, she couldn't stretch her legs out, and thus lay with her knees grinding onto the hard surface of the workbench, her ass raised into the air, back arched severely. Her collared neck remained secured to the workbench, keeping her face and upper chest lowered.

All while her exploding pressurized breasts swung agonizingly in the savage grip of the heavy vices, pulling her chest wall down to the surface of the bench.

"Godddddddd!!!! Ohhh OhhH!!! Please it hurtsss! PLEASSE take it out!!!!!" Chelsea couldn't help but blubber and beg like a baby, she felt like her creaking spine was about to snap in half, and that her asshole, still an oblong O, could rip at any moment.

"No, I think it's working fine. Now that you're back in position, let's let poor Asmo finish his fun." He placed the same little stool they were using in the house behind her ass, and set the little excited puppy on it. He sniffed at her with his wet nose then jumped up, front paws on her butt. Once again, the little dog stabbed wildly with his tiny pecker, trying to hump Chelsea. This time though, with her hands cuffed behind her, she couldn't help him find his target.

Ryan could though.

Not particularly wanting to touch the little dogs cock, he grabbed Asmo's hind legs and steered him until the little 2 inch long puppy cock was rubbing into her pussy. He moved him until the tip was grazing her peehole.

"Since your slutty cunt was too loose for him, maybe we should use this smaller hole instead. It's more his size."

Chelsea's eyes widened. "Sir no please please I'm begging you please don't let him-AhhHHHAHH!!!"

He released the little dog's hind legs and Asmo surged forwards, his red cock sinking into her urethra an inch, before being pulled back and slammed in completely. Chelsea wailed and shook like a leaf. Her peehole was small and tight enough to where Asmo had no trouble accidentally slipping out. She felt like the tiny tube was packed to the brim and on the verge of rupturing, which was true. And it burned, oh how it burned!

Her breath starting hitching loudly in time with each thrust as little Asmo started a frantic rhythm. His little hips were a blur, he didn't know much about pacing himself.

"Ohh, ungh! Ohh God, it hurts! It hurts!" Chelsea's sensitive little tube was on fire. Ryan peered closely as it was hammered, the shaking girl quivering and moaning, unable to move.

Asmo was in bliss, his tongue lolling out happily, as he severely punished his caretaker. His small knot slipped in and Chelsea shuddered violently, the misused little tube was barely able to stretch enough to slip over it. Suddenly he started shooting out his puppy cum, the watery stuff backfilling up her peehole to start to fill up her bladder.

"Oh God...." Chelsea felt the white watery stuff flowing up into her, it was weird and it burned. As Asmo spurted, Ryan laughed.

"You are not to pee it out until I allow it, slut. Don't worry, I have an idea to help you,"

Asmo popped free with a tiny wet sound, and his cum started to leak out of the severely reddened, partially open urethra. It spasmed open and shut slightly, white fluid slowly dripping out and onto the bench's top. Chelsea felt like she had to pee a little, and tried to hold it in. She had to obey him or it would be worse for her.

Chelsea was crying and not paying attention. Suddenly she squealed loudly, trying to twist her hips but failing. Ryan's arms encircled her hips to still her, one hand spreading her vulva. With the other he was inserting the tip of a short plastic syringe into her peehole, squirting a tiny amount of pepper juice directly onto the suffering membranes.

"AaaIIIEI!!!!" The little peehole instantly started swelling, the entire length of it inside her flushing a dark red. As it swelled closed, Asmo's cum stopped dripping from it.

"Ohhhh! Ohhh! What did you do?! Ohhhh..."

"That's better. Come on Asmo, let's go get a treat." The little puppy jumped around happily as they left a suffering Chelsea in the garage, giving her delicate tissues time to fully swell and letting Asmo have time to recover. They came back 10 minutes later, and Ryan spread her labia, peering intently at the little swelled-shut hole.

He slapped it with his hand a bit and she squirmed uncomfortably, then he guided Asmo back onto the stool, ready to go again. "Go on Asmo!" His cock stabbed and missed, briefly going into her pussy then more sideways into her thigh. Ryan guided his hips.

"UNGGGH!!" The little stabbing pecker sank once again into her smallest of holes, this time painfully swollen shut. Chelsea felt a lancing pain run from her pussy up her spine to her brain as the inflamed burning tissues were forced apart.

"Noooo, nononono nGhh!!" Getting back into his rabbit rhythm, Asmo worked his bitch frantically. He was bred to someday be a well-hung massive dog, and even now as a young puppy he had impressive stamina. The little dog didn't seem worn out at all anymore.

The tight little improvised fuckhole suffered marvelously as it slipped wetly over the puppy's pistoning cock. Tears and snot ran from Chelsea's face and nose, and her thighs trembled.

"Aigh! Nghh! Please! Pl-ungh! AHg!"

Chelsea grunted as her urethra was pummeled, and Asmo started shooting more cum while he kept pounding her. The tip of his puppy cock would almost reach her bladder as it spurted white, and more watery cum joined his previous load inside her. His little knot tried to squeeze in, but it was too tight and so just repeatedly bashed into the entrance.

When he finally pulled free with a pop, Chelsea was sobbing hysterically. Not a drop leaked out of her swollen peehole, feeling even more tender and tight now after the physical abuse it had taken.

"Come on Asmo, we'll come back in a bit after you've rested up."

The lights of the garage shut off and they left her in darkness.

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Four hours later Chelsea was an absolute wreck. They had come back at least eight other times to let Asmo fuck her peehole. Ryan had given her two other painful pepper juice applications to keep it extra tight and sensitive, not allowing the swelling to diminish. He didn't bother with the plastic syringe, now he just coated his pinky with the juice and wormed it up inside her urethra, twisting it viciously in response to all the noise she was making.

She had to pee so, so badly. Her own pee had mixed with Asmo's cum inside her, and her bladder stretched painfully around its contents, full of 30% her own urine and 70% dog cum. She groaned miserably as he came yet again, backfilling her with yet another watery load. He pulled free and jumped off the stool, then started lapping at her cunt. Chelsea's hips squirmed as much as she was able, in no small part due to the near bursting sensation of her bladder as well as Asmo's tongue.

"I think that's enough. How does it feel slut? Does it feel good to take in Asmo's cock juice? He's your master too after all."

"I...I..."

"Do you have to pee, slut?"

"Y-yes, oh god yes..."
"You will hold it."
*sniff "Yes s-sir...ohhhh...."

It didn't really matter. Even if he had allowed it, her urethra was swollen too much to allow her to pee anyway. Not a drop would have made it out no matter how hard she pushed.

Ryan let Asmo back in the house, then rejoined her, holding one of her white high heels in his hands. "I don't want to neglect your pussy, slut. Let's take a look at it."

With her asshook painfully stretching her ass and arching her back still, Ryan roughly started pushing his fingers into her. He didn't waste much time fingering her, and with one hand soon had four of his fat fingers wedged inside her pussy.

"Oww! Sir, please, please be gentle... everything hurts." Even though it was mainly her peehole that suffered, the aching and throbbing seemed to radiate and spread into her entire pussy.

Ignoring her he pulled back hard with his fingers, partially curling them and tugging her pussy internally towards her ass. He could feel that fat metal ball on the end of the asshook through her delicate, stretching walls. He repositioned his partially curled fingers and sank his nails into the where the ball lay below, and she grunted.

He tugged hard, and pulled her pussy into a roughly triangular shape, spread wide around his four fingers at the base before narrowing down around her clit and burning red peehole. Her sensitive pink gaped at him.

"Ngh!"

Fully opened to his view, with is other hand he briefly poked at her urethra with his finger and she grunted. He picked up the high heel shoe he had brought with him from the house, one of her favorites. He started pushing the toe roughly into her pried open pussy. The leather creaked and Chelsea groaned as he twisted and pushed on it, slowly forcing it deeper into the abused cunt.

With the toes of the shoe inserted, he pulled his four fingers free, the elastic meat of her cunt wrapping around the shoe. He grabbed the heel and wiggled it side to side. It felt immensely uncomfortable. Wiggling it, he pushed it hard and it slowly sank all the way down "Ungh! ahH!! Gawd...." Down and down it slowly disappeared into her. Fully seated, the stiletto of the high heel split her labia and ran over her clit. The inside of her pussy felt achingly distended and misshapen as it hugged the shape of her shoe tightly.

"That should help distract you. We'll let Asmo's cum soak inside you for a few more hours, maybe then the swelling will go down and you can pee."

"Ohh....God, sir, please...can you take out the hook at least? My back hurts so much..." She was still severely arched by the tight elastic strap.

"No, but I can do something for you." He kneels down and tightens the breast vices another quarter turn. It wasn't easy, they were already super tight and he had to put some effort into it.

Chelsea wailed and her fingers and toes curled as the very centers of each breast were deeply bruised and crushed flat. Each forty pound vice gently swayed and clanked into the other from her squirming. She was sure her aching mammaries were paper thin in the vices' jaws, and her nipples stood out from the immense pressure.

Ryan shut off the lights and went back inside. He'd release her in a few hours, and she could start on dinner. He looked forward to making her walk around with her high heel inside her pussy while she worked.