He me, doggy style

I had to crawl as he led me out of the cage, with short steps between my chained arms, but as soon as I was free of that confined space, I tried standing up to make a break for the door.

My attempt didn't last long. Instead of standing up, I collapsed to the floor and began to **** as Michael tugged on my leash.

"No, my dear pet, you won't be escaping that easily. I had my doctor's prepare you for your new job. Your tubes have been tied and your achilles tendon snipped, so you'll never stand, and never have kids, no matter how much sperm I dump into you. Now get over here so we can have some fun." What was he saying? Did he really intend to keep me as doggy ****? How could he...

I looked him in the eyes and shook my head. "ooo aayy. Ooooooo!" I tried crawling away, but another tug to the leash cut off my air supply. If I wanted to live, I had to do what he said, even if that meant getting **** by him. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, and I crawaled towards the bed in **** compliance.

With my tendons gone, there was no way to get onto the bed. While he may have wanted me to be a dog for him, there was no way I could posess the canine agility that most dogs posess. He obviously foresaw the problem, and gave me a push from my rear onto the bed. With another chain, he loosely tethered my wrists to the bed's rear rest. I stood on all fours on the middle of the bed, my mouth propped open with a ring gag and my naked ass exposed. Michael disrobed and kneeled into place behind me, grabbing my sides where my tits joined my chest.

"Janette, there was no way that I was going to fall the same way as your other competitors. Just consider this a taste of your own medicine." With those words, he drove his nine-inch cock into my closed vaginal box.

"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I winced in pain as he pulled in and out of me. With each thrust, he slammed harder and deeper into me, a slap filling the room, and my flesh and tits jiggling in rhythm. Was this what it was like to be ****? Would the rest of my life be filled with this horror? I had been a dominant woman for my entire life, and now I was being **** to submit. Every second brought unbearable loathing of my new station in life. It felt as if I was going to split in two.

After nearly an hour of the ****, I felt the warmth of his cum fill my insides. He manuevered to my front and said "suck me dry, bitch," and dangled his softening cock in front of my face. I looked down with my gagged head, to avoid looking upon the tool that had just caused me so much pain.

Michael wouldn't stand for that though, and grabbed a handful of my long black hair. With a tug, we were looking at each other, eye-to-eye. "If you defy me, things will only get worse." Rather than experience more pain, I complied. While I've always thought of penises as disgusting, I must admit I've grown to enjoy the taste of come. Sliding his dick through the ring, I did the best job I could at sucking the rest of the cum from his penis. It was difficult without the seal that my lips could give, but I still did a good job.

"Nice work, pet. Now get back in your cage." He undid the chain and tugged my leash, leading me back towards the metal cage. Looking back at it, it was actually much larger than a regular dog cage, but still small enough to fit ibeside a bed, and still a disgusting way to live. Inside were a layer of blankets, a food bowl, an empty water bowl, and what looked like a very small toilet without the back tank. Michael clearly intended on keeping me here.

Before sealing me in the cage, my captor removed my ring gag, restoring my ability to speak. He closed the door and attached a huge padlock, then started to leave the room.

"Hey, let me go! You can't keep me here forever."

Michael turned around with a smile on his face. "Sure I can." He turned off the light to the room, close the door, and left me in darkness.

I tested the walls of the cage, but to no avail. This was far more durable than a regular dog's cage, and probably a custom job to boot. There was no way I could escape by ****. Not seeeing what else to do, I laid down on the mattress and cried myself to sleep, still able to feel my new master's cum drip from my raw pussy.

When I awoke, I thought that everything was just as it was when I fell asleep, but upon closer listening, I could hear Michael slowly breathing, clearly asleep on his bed.