(Bad End) She becomes the witch’s pet

Christina never left her Mistress’s side. She never wanted to, as a pathetic pet such as her should be grateful to have such an amazing owner. And a pet is how the witch treated the former adventurer. Christina was grateful that her Mistress blessed her with the occasional clothes, as the mage loved to dress up her pet as she saw fit. Currently she wore a tight, black corset and knee-high stocks and garters, but besides that she was naked. It just meant that her parts were easily accessible to her owner and she always wanted to be available to be played with.

Around her neck was a tight, leather collar. Stamped on the band was the word “Slut Puppy,” the new name the witch besides to bestow on the girl. She never bothered to learn her pet’s name, nor offered her own to her little toy. There was no need to; she was the Mistress and the redhead was her Slut Puppy. Christina had never been happier to have the collar locked on her, to be officially owned by such a woman.

Slut Puppy was never allowed on two feet, ordered to always be on all fours. At first her Mistress used magic to prevent her from accidentally rising, but it did not take long for that to be the natural position for the puppy. Nor was she allowed to speak without being spoken to. Slut Puppy learned to moan or whine if she needed her owner’s attention. Sometimes she was asked a question but over time that wasn’t even needed. After all, a pet girl’s opinion did not matter.

The puppy’s new home was a small, cramped cage, just big enough for her to curl up in. Slut Puppy was so grateful for it as the small space felt cozy and secure for her. Her Mistress knew that pets did not need much space and never heard a complaint from her ****. Her cage made her so happy that she would fall asleep instantly in it. Every night she had dreams of her Mistress and would typically wake up in a puddle of her own cum.

Today she was following her Mistress to her lab, crawling behind her on all fours. The guards had caught another adventurer yesterday, a small gnome rogue. Her Mistress had little need for another **** and therefore promised her to another creature, to be a plaything to something fowl. Slut Puppy noticed that her Mistress loved to use so many different spells and magic to **** her victims, and no two captives were ever broken the same way. But they always ended up broken.

The gnome was bent over a bench, secured tightly. Behind her was a paddle, floating in the air with magic, steadily smacking the poor girl's rear. The rhythm was steady and consistent, and the spanking had been going for hours. The gnome was crying into her gag, pleading to the witch as they entered the room. She ignored her pleads as she stood in front of her latest victim.

“Slut Puppy, attend to my pussy,” her Mistress ordered.

Her pet wagged her butt, joyful to serve her Mistress. She pushed herself to just her knees, wrapping her arms around her thighs as her owner started to drop her pants. Slut Puppy started to lick enthusiastically as her owner got turned on my the gnome’s spanking. If she did a good job, perhaps Slut Puppy would be fucked by her Mistress later. It was the best reward the little puppy girl could imagine.