Max gets fucked like an animal

Sneijder watched every sensuous, slow movement of Max's crawl. She reached the portal of his bedroom. Crossed. She was his. In his place. In his power. She was running out of room to crawl, and would need his direction.

"Stop."

The seedy businessman was taken aback for a moment at the speed of Max's reaction to his word, at just how quickly and completely the gorgeous tan girl crawling ahead of him halted - before even the final sound of the word left his pudgy lips, with one of her hands still in the air. Sneijder smirked and leaned down. She was so wet... he flattened his hand and ran it along her slippery little box, puffy with her arousal... he slipped his middle fingers along her slit and pressed on her engorged lips with his remaining fingers. It was a delightful, responsive thing; but both man and girl knew that, for a slut that was begging for ****, there was a more important hole for him to fondle. His hand slid higher, up her smooth crack, until Sneijder was touching Max's butthole. She shivered, and finally put her hand down. That was the place. The warm, wrinkled little aperture twitched in anticipation under his fingertips.

"Ffff-" Yes. That was where a girl like her needed to get touched. Fucked. Max flopped forward, and put her ass up. Her pudgy abuser could take her right there, would have every right to because she had wriggled it like a bitch, teasing him, knowing what he could do to it. To her. He could fuck her slutty little button, stick his stroking finger in, stick his cock in, stick...

"You've been taking care of it, haven't you?" Sneijder said, almost admiringly, "It looks as nice as it did the first time."

Max bit her lush bottom lip - blushing, humiliated and loving it as Sneijder complimented her anal sphincter, "Thank you, Master," Face against the floor, she raised her hips further and made small circles with her butt.

Despite Sneijder's impressive effort to ruin her tight little butthole a few days previous, Manticore program genetics made sure that Max could, and did, recover quickly and completely from the limited muscle and tissue damage.

"Do whatever you want to it..." Max breathed the words seductively, and wiggled her perfect backside, "It'll be tight. A tight girl ass for you to use." The inexperienced submissive moaned, realizing that - she didn't know what that meant. She didn't know what it meant for him to do whatever he wanted. She didn't know what a man like Sneider might really do to her body. She only knew that she... she meant it, and the tingle of fear, of mystery, of not knowing... "It'll always be tight, Master," Max promised.

Sneijder surely didn't believe her yet. But Max was sure... she was mostly, kind of sure it was true.

A billion dollar program. Training and pain and hardening and conditioning and gene therapy - and everything. And at that moment, with an overweight, balding, undeserving pervert's finger pressing and caressing her twitching anus, Max loved the little ****. The degrading thought that the end result of what the bastards had made her into and put her through was a life support system for a perfect little butthole that would recover from a man's ****, a tight, strong little vagina that could suck him in and keep keep his cock cozy and wet, and a pretty mouth that could be fucked endlessly.

"You looked like such an uptight little bitch when I first saw you." Sneijder chuckled, and roughly slapped Max's ass with his free hand.

Sneijder stuck his thick finger right in. Tried to. Despite Max's willingness, her desire, her butthole had other ideas, and twisted tightly closed.

"Goddamn. You feel like an uptight little bitch, too," Sneijder grunted, and repositioned with one hand on Max's hip to steady her before forcing it all in, bit by bit, pushing through the impressive resistance offered by Max's clenched orifice. Fully inserted, Sneijder spent a moment enjoying the incredible, warm feeling of the submissive tough girl's insides, the sensation of her fleshy ring pulsing around the base of his index finger - she was practically cutting off its circulation as her needy little hole grasped his digit. Pushing it out, sucking it in. It moved with a strength, a life all its own.

"Whatever I want, huh...?" Sneider whispered evilly. Max humped his finger. It felt good... too good. It was humiliating. She was dripping. But something was missing. It... it didn't hurt. She needed that. She could take it. She wanted it. She needed more.

"Yes, Master," The tan little fighter grunted eagerly. "Whatever you want. Give it to me." Even just a little more. "Do it. Do it, Master."

Sneijder frowned at the submissive girl's demanding tone, but let it slide. Her naive over-eagerness would only make her upcoming **** that much sweeter. She didn't know what she was getting into. "You're a little bitch, are you?"

She was confident. That was the problem, Sneijder realized. Despite being outweighed by a hundred pounds or more, in his space, with no one to help her, she was confident. The only cause that Sneijder could think of being that she had, impressively, Sneijder had to admit, handled her throatfuck like a champ. But she had a long night ahead of her. She was asking for it, and Sneijder wasn't letting this stunning little minx go without learning proper fear. Proper respect.

The middle aged man slowly withdrew his finger, enjoying her anus' last twitching, sucking little attempts to keep his digit in place. He experimentally kept the last knuckle in, and sure enough a moment later her butt changed its mind and stopped trying to suck the intruder in, instead forcing his fingertip out, expelling it.

It was a marvelous little hole.

The gorgeous girl it was attached to spoke. "Yes, master. I'm a little bitch. Your whore." She went on, "Your slut. Please... give me more." And on. "I need more. Give it to me." Demanding. Sneijder stood. "Give it to me. Treat me like a -"

He had enough of that. Without warning, Sneijder let loose a hard kick.

"AaaaHHHGGHH! FFfff-!"

Not full ****, but still a strong blow, aimed right at Max's tight young cunt.

Her world exploded in unexpected pain. Max yelled, gasping, flecks of drool flying at the unexpected blow to her ultra sensitive, aroused sex. Nerves sent signals to Max's brain that... she had to deliberately shut down the instinct to fight. To kill.

She had to take it. She had been taught to fight. To maim and hurt and kill. But she had been taught other things. To suppress that, to not kill her instructors and fellow soldiers. To endure. She had also been taught to take it. To suck in the pain, and take it like a... a good little...

"Shut your yaphole, whore," Sneijder stated calmly.

Max pounded her fist into the floor, venting her pain, her rage, her instinct to...

"What kind of cocks do bitches get?"

"I..." Max's strong, smooth legs closed, and opened. Indecisive, trying to close, to protect... trying to open, to present... "I don't..." Her world turned, pain and f-fuck... between her legs... fuck! Did she still... she was still... she... "I don't..."

"Of course you don't understand, stupid." Sneijder's tone held no malice. He was laying it down simply, for the simple, abused cunt at his feet. "Do bitches get human cocks? Or dog cocks?"

Human or...?

The words were slow to process. Sneijder gave her time.

N-no...

A sick feeling churned in Max's stomach, completely separate from the sick feeling that radiated from the pain in her punted groin. She... fuck... she dripped, sickly, between her legs. He wouldn't... She wouldn't...

Anything. She had said anything. She...

"D -" Max swallowed, and suppressed a whimper. "D-dog cocks. Master." Master. Max groaned. She was starting to recover from the pain, only to find her poor, horny head filled with thoughts and images of hairy, beastly... the tanned girl shuddered.

Sneijder experimentally pressed down on Max's abused hole with the same shoe that had delivered a strike to it. Good. She hadn't protested, even at the vile insinuation of her pure young holes being enjoyed by slavering mutts, simply for his depraved enjoyment. He decided to tease her, push her a little further.

"You'll be their bitch? Suck and slurp doggie dicks? You'll beg for them? Love them? Pant and drool over them?"

Each word pounded in Max's disgust further. No. She couldn't. She... "Yes, Master," She would. What was wrong with her? She would, if he wanted. Her perfect tight anus, her cozy little vagina, her endlessly fuckable mouth, "I'll slurp and... whatever you want. I-if that's what you w-w-wa-"

"Well, sadly, I don't have any dogs for you to lay with here." Sneijder interrupted Max casually, tapping her sore pussy once more with the toe of his shoe. "Maybe later." He wiped the soiled leather on the outside of Max's thigh. The motion was a little awkward, but the inside of her thighs were so wet his shoe off there would only smear it with more arousal.

Max gasped. Her stomach unknotted. The relief she felt, the release of tension and loathing - that she wouldn't have to suck or have sex with a-a dog, it was almost orgasmic in itself.

She couldn't believe... She had really said she would...

"But since you expressed an interest in canine cock, I have something for you."

With his female pet properly prepared, Sneijder strode to an elegant cabinet in his room, opening it and glancing back to examine Max's reaction.

Inside the cabinet, on open display, was an astounding array of toys and gear and tools for pleasuring and binding and punishing. It was a collection capable of satisfying the most experienced partners, or taming the most unruly.

Max's expression did not disappoint Sneijder. She squirmed, and gazed wide-eyed.

She had never... everything inside was new to her, and exciting, and even to the soldier girl... frightening. Painful looking. Whatever Manticore had done to her, she was still... tender. Her skin was. Her holes were.

Max had always thought she was tough. She wasn't. She was a girl, a female. Her skin was soft. Her holes were soft. Max hadn't really considered that before. Felt that. Sneijder made her feel that. She... it made her so, so wet. Just looking at what Sneijder could do to her with all those wicked things... how truly helpless to him she would be if he bound her right.

If he took away her leverage, if he did bind her correctly it wouldn't be a game. It wouldn't be her choice. She would have to take it, whatever he wanted. She would be helpless to his cruelty. He could pleasure her, or **** her, or expose and humiliate her. She had a few friends that didn't know where she was. She had no family.

No help would come.

He could really have all the control. And he was sadistic, and perverted, and gross.

The caramel beauty blushed, and cringed, and dropped her pretty brown eyes. Just thinking about it made her melt inside. Even thinking about getting facefucked, booted in the cunt, and that other thing - what he had asked, what she had been prepared to do...

A heavy, rubbery thud hit the ground in front of Max's face. It took her a moment to realize what it was.

It was veiny. Red and pink with a clublike, bulbous top. No, a clublike bottom, with the top being crooked and tapered.

Max didn't have much experience with the subject, but after a moment's examining it dawned on her what it must be. Did... did they really look like that?

It was a fake canine penis. A big one. And if that's what they really looked like... and it was. Max was sure, just sure, that the disgusting, freakish-looking dildo was all too realistic. It made her queasy.

Queasy. Sick. And excited.

"What do you say, slut?" Sneijder asked as Max examined one of his favorite toys. Each woman he had shown that particular object reacted a little differently, and the hot young thing that had shown up at his door a mere half-hour before, begging to get abused, was no different. Her face was an open book of unsubtle emotion - a delightful little story played across her still-angelic, if slightly ruined, face; as she first looked at the dildo in surprise. Then questioningly. Then finally with an amusing mixture of disgust and a touch of lusty anticipation.

"Thank you, Master..." Max managed to squeeze out. She picked up the mottled thing in her hands, and sat her butt back on her heels, turning it.

She looked up at Sneijder, and stuck out her sweet pink tongue, and licked it, showing her appreciation for its malformed glory. "I love it." She lied. "Thank you."

"I have more."

Sneijder fished out a few, slim leather bits. It didn't look like enough to bind her. Certainly not enough to hold her. But Max's heart still leapt in anticipation when he brought them over.

She recognized one piece. It wasn't to tie her with at all her. It was to humiliate her. Mark her as property. And, damn her, but she did love that. A collar - black leather, with little silver studs. And... Max had no idea what the other thing was. It was also made of black leather. It also had metal bits. It was slender and looked bizarrely cruel. Without thinking she stuck the rubber doggie cock between her lush lips and took it in her mouth to suck, looking up at Sneijder with the same pathetic expression worn by any number of other scared young girls throughout history - scared and horny and sucking something foul and in far, far over their silly, girly heads.

"Go on," Max looked up; pink, twisted dog dick deep in her innocent mouth, "I'll take that, it'll find another hole," Sneijder assured her, "Put on your collar."

Max popped the canine cock out of her mouth, and handed it over with a **** that surprised her. She looked down at the collar, and picked it up in her hands. Sneijder walked around behind her, pushed her back on all fours and... "Oooh," Max moaned, as he pressed right against her slit, and pushed it in without another word.

"You're a good little slut for doggie cock, aren't you?"

F-Fuck. Yes. "Yes, Master," Max said. Fuck she had needed to be filled. Her tight little hole still throbbed painfully, pleasantly from Sneijder's kick and... it felt just perfect inside her. Thick, hard, it stretched her, and... even its shape made it hotter. "Yes, thank you for fucking me like a dog. Like a little bitch. Thank you, Master." Max shifted her lustrous hair to the side, and fastened her collar.

Sneijder slowly, rhythmically fucked the young girl with the dildo. Even after spending himself once he would need his own relief soon at this rate. But seeing the slender, tan beauty like this, hearing her sweet voice speak about her own debasement, that was its own treat. He could wait a bit, let the anticipation build a little more. He wasn't done with her yet.

"Master?" Max picked up the other leather bits, "I don't know how to... what these are. I can't..."

Sneijder grunted and painfully plowed the dildo deep into Max's little cunthole, until the bulbous knot at the base rested firmly against her bruised labia.

"You're a little bit of a pretty girl, aren't you?" He asked the gorgeous, dusky little thing on the floor. He picked up the leather pieces in question.

"I..." Max knew she was beyond pretty. The effect she had on men. It was part of the package, part of what she had been made for. "Yes, Master. I suppose - Ahh!"

Sneijder grabbed her hair, and held up the dangling bits, "That's a problem. Every single pretty girl I see, I think needs to spend a little time with these. I picture them all like this. When I see you, I picture you like this." He dangled the straps. "Nose hooks."

Max still didn't understand, still didn't know what 'nose hooks' were, but from the way he was talking she already felt humiliated, all over again. Already she felt a little... a little less pretty than she had. And somehow, perversely, even that felt good. She reached back and pressed the dildo in further.

Nose hooks. Max soon discovered the reason for their name as first one nostril, then a second had a little curved metal piece placed uncomfortably inside. She groaned in mild discomfort and less mild arousal as Sneijder stretched the leather strap over the top of her head, and parted her hair to affix it to the collar around her neck. He tightened it just a bit, elongating her nostrils further upward, creating a crude effect with her beautiful face that Max could easily picture in her head.

It was grotesque, and degrading. It was exactly how she had already felt on the inside, and from his words how Sneijder had already seen her. As a pretty young girl with a stupid little snout for a nose.

"Am I still pretty, Master?" Max asked coyly, looking up and speaking in a tone a little more nasally than her usual sexy vocal range, smiling with a dog cock up her cunt. Sneijder laughed. He couldn't help it. This one was almost as good as she claimed. It wouldn't help her, but she was a fun little fuck.

"Pant, tongue out," He told her. Max did it, panting and looking up with big brown eyes. "You've never been prettier," Sneijder assured the facefucked, panting young woman, collared and with her features distorted almost beyond recognition.

"Are you wet?" Sneijder knew the answer, of course. Max was a mess, quivering, almost constantly on the verge of her second orgasm.

"Yes. Yes, Master. I'm sooo... I'm..." Words popped into Max's head, and out of her mouth, "I'm soaking like a bitch in heat." They felt right.

"I hope so. Show me."

Max wasted no time to present her backside for more of Sneijder's attention. She needed to finish. To be finished. Awkwardly rotating on all fours, Max once again raised her holes for inspection.

"You are wet..." Sneijder commented, running one finger around the outer edge of Max's stuffed genitals, "I hope it's enough," He sighed, and gripped the base of the dildo inside Max, and pulled. Pulled hard, as her smooth, tight pussy gripped it desperately.

Emptied, Max shook in need, and in anticipation of... she had an idea that she wasn't done with the animalistic thing. Not by a long shot, and her fears, her desires were confirmed when Sneijder pressed it against a different hole. A little higher, definitely tighter, and not at all made to accommodate a penetration like Sneijder had planned.

"I... Can I have... what about the oil? Like last time?" Max whispered, looking back at Sneijder. She had wanted it to hurt. Needed that. But feeling what was coming, having already felt that firm thickness in her little pussy this... this was too much. It would hurt enough even with good, proper lubrication. "Please?" She pleaded.

The portly middle aged man laughed, "That? That was special, for first timers coming to me reluctantly. For girls that I want to like getting it up the ass." Max shivered at Sneijder's cruel tone, "Not for used bitches that need to get trained and hurt like you." Shivered, and squirmed, and panted in needy anticipation as she felt the tapered head of the rubber dog cock begin to pressure her teeny little butthole, twisting it in preparation. "No, you're getting the natural assfuck. Your own sweet bitch juice will serve."

Sneijder paused his screwing motion, back and forth. Max felt a little twinge of hope.

"It's too bad. I really do love this asshole," He sighed mournfully, and putting his palm on the base of the dildo, rammed it full **** into the dusky young girl's tender guts.

"AHHHH! FFFFF-" Max bit her lip, and and hammered her fist once again into the ground.

"Spread your ass!" Sneijder roared.

Max drooled, and her stretched nose ran. Her face contorted in pain, and she reached back, spreading her firm buttcheeks wide. Sneijder had shoved a lot in, but the young girl's ass was simply too tight for one go without proper lubrication. It fought to expel the thick canine cock, and Sneijder fought to **** it in further, screwing back and forth. He was winning the fight, twist by twist.

"AHHH! AHHH! M-M-m-m-Mast... Ahhh!" Max panted. It went in, all the way to the start of the bulbous knot. Sneijder lifted her head, by her hair, keeping one hand clasped on her ass so she didn't start to eject the cock he had **** inside.

"Let's see that pretty face."

Max's hair was matted in sudden cold sweat, she dribbled and drooled, her eyes were teary and bloodshot. Her hands, remarkably, remained behind her, still following their last command. Still spreading her firm bubble butt.

She looked back. Sneijder smirked. "A little less pretty. A lot more piggy." He commented. "I have something for that." Roughly grabbing Max's wrist, he placed it over the thick knot grinding against her angry, sore ring, and the other back up front to prop herself up off the floor. "Don't let that fall out," The older man ordered, and went back to his tall cabinet, rummaging...

"There." He found what he was looking for. A small, springy curved tail. A pig tail, light pink, attached to a fat little anal plug. Fat, but much more reasonable than the canine dildo already planted in Max's ass.

The dog dildo... after a moment of contemplation, Sneijder had a wicked thought. Something he had never tried before. Something rather exciting. He might need a little lubricant after all, and pocketed a small bottle of oil along with the pig tail plug.

"I've got just the thing for a piggy like you," Sneijder announced. "Do you know what this is?"

Max curved her neck to look behind her. Sneijder was dangling a... She hadn't seen anything like the curly buttplug before, but Sneijder's insinuations and continued depravity gave her a good idea.

"It's... a tail. Master." Max squirmed, and let the dildo up her butt slide out a little. It looked like the thick dog cock would soon be replaced. "A pig tail."

"Good!" Sneijder bellowed enthusiastically, "And that makes you a...?"

Being Sneijder's bitch was one level of degradation. A level that Max had enjoyed, aside from her admission to being willing to... to service real dogs. But being, "A-a pig, Master," was a new level. Exciting, degrading, and more than ever a little bit sickening.

"And what noises do pigs make?" Sneijder asked eagerly, crouching and pleasantly stroking the firm globes of Max's asscheeks.

Her stomach was on fire. "Oink. Oink... Oink." Max muttered, eyes down, pussy twitching with each syllable.

"Hmm... Not very realistic sounds. But they'll do."

Sneijder poured a little bit of lubricating oil on the thick knot, turning it, sliding the pink and red dog dildo out a bit to get a little on the shaft.

"M-master?" Sneijder enjoyed the change in tone. Moments ago the beautiful girl had been a confident little throatfuck, ready for anything. Assaulting her appearance and her ass had taken some of that fire out of her, "... Could I remove the dildo? What are you...?"

Max craned her head back to see behind her. She didn't understand -

With the knot oiled up, Sneijder twisted, and pushed.

"You - You can't!" Max suddenly realized Sneijder's intentions. He paused.

"If it's not a squeal, or an oink, I don't want to hear it. You're here to take anything I give you," Sneijder paused, letting his words sink in. Reminding Max of what she had said, what she had promised, and her place.

She... she would take it. Max shivered, and felt her wet cunt twitch. She was scared. Scared of the coming pain, and underneath that she was so hot for it.

"Oink, oink" Max whispered agreeably, and she stuck her ass in the air.

... And then she gasped in burning, aching pain, and clawed at the carpet. Sneijder twisted and shoved, forcing, forcing the thick knot right into Max's inexperienced, unbelievably tight little anus. It fought, and clenched, and s-s-streeeetched.

"Aggghhhnnn!" Max clenched her teeth , and quaked, and r-rubbed her little pussy until -

It breached, and all at once it was inside. The whole dildo, only accessible by a little piece, an oblong handle built into the back of it. Sneider wasn't done. He pushed that in too, forging a channel deep in her tight ass.

"Good piggy." Sneijder was panting himself from the effort. He traced a finger around Max's busted, red little ring.

"Let's see if you're still tight, as promised."

Tight? After that? Max groaned and flexed.

Her aching anus went to work, struggling.

"My lord!" Sneijder exclaimed, genuinely surprised. Before him the hole he thought sure would need weeks of healing to return to even a semblance if its former shape struggled closed. Trembling, yes. Hurt, but in moments it screwed up tight, leaving no trace of the large, bulbous thing inside it. Sneijder touched the beautiful, sealed portal almost reverently.

"You're amazing," He told Max's butthole. He patted her ass. "You did okay too, piggy," He said to Max, with markedly less enthusiasm and respect.

She got the message, and the difference in tone. She got what part of her was important. With her bloated stomach on fire, Max wiggled her ass for Sneijder with a cute little "Oink," of acknowledgement.

Her butthole wasn't done yet. Sneijder pressed the thick, but much more reasonable bulb of Max's porcine buttplug against her tortured sphincter. It flexed open, and with a little pressing very nearly snatched the thing out of Sneijder's hand, clamping down on it greedily.

Max groaned in pain as her insides made room for both insertions.

"You seem awfully full," Sneijder ran his hand underneath Max, squeezing and feeling the extra hardness of the sex toys inside her through her toned stomach, making her squirm in extra discomfort, "But there's room for one more, isn't there?" Sneijder unleashed his thick cock, and slipped it along Max's tenderized slit.

"Ooooh... Oiink," The filled, pug-nosed young beauty groaned as seductively as she could in her state. This... filled, in pain, her cunt was going crazy. She needed it.

Sneijder gave it, sticking it in, and with her butt filled with hard rubber Max's tiny girl hole was tighter than ever.

"Ffff-! Oink! Master! Oink, fucking... Mmm-Oink! Oink me, master. Oink me!" Max began bucking almost immediately. Began cumming right away. In their first encounter Sneijder's thick member had filled her. This time, with her rectum stretched to the limit, there was even less room for him. She could feel every bit of the balding older man sliding in, forcing his way into her well lubricated insides.

"Oink my pig hole, Master. Fucking oink it." Max thrashed, and moaned.

The experience for Sneijder was equally enhanced by Max's filled-up tightness, and made more pleasurable still by the absolutely absurd screams and cries of pained pleasure from the beautiful young woman yelling out her own debasement. Slapping her ass repeatedly to settle her, pulling her long hair to fuck her, each orgasm she attained only led to more ass bucking, drooling, oinking fun.

She was a wild animal, and they twisted, and from the back she spun around to the front so he could lay on top of her. Sneijder spat right on her face, mauled her perfect tits, choked her and licked her cheek and she loved every bit of it, squeezing his cock with her fuckhole like she was trying to strangle it.

Experienced as he was, even for his second time in less than an hour Sneijder wouldn't last much longer. He had one last plan for this slim little piggy though.

Sneijder pulled out, and clambered painfully over the tan girl beneath him until his cock dangled over her face, and her shoulders were pinned under his knees.

He aimed. He fired. Not for Max's cute mouth. But for her elongated nostrils.

Her sweet brown eyes rolled back, and her face twisted as Sneijder's goopy issue filled her nose, and gravity took over. It bubbled, and even got sucked in. Sneijder stroked Max's hair, smiling down fondly.

"M-maffer..." The girl groaned, legs quivering. She coughed, and a bit of cum flecked her lips, from where it had drained.

"Oop! Your nose is running! Let me help you with that." Without further broadcasting his perverted intentions, Sneijder jammed his index and middle fingers right into Max's elongated nostrils.

The feeling of violation was unbelievable. Nothing was too gross, off limits, sacred. She could feel them. Again Max's eyes rolled back. And she still didn't stop him. The disgusting man's thick fingers explored Max's cute little nose, gathering up cum, forcing more back into her sinuses - where her ultra attuned sense of smell... she would be smelling and feeling her violation long after he was done. Smelling it in her nose. Feeling it in her ass. Replaying it in her fucked little brain.

He took his fingers out of Max's nose and popped them right between her full, luscious lips, and into her wet mouth.

"There's a pretty piggy," Sneijder soothed, in his kindest voice, exploring Max's tongue with his fingers, sliding the revolting mixture along.

"Oh, my. More is dripping out." Two fingers rested again on the outside of Max's stretched little nose, preparing to repeat the process. Sneijder paused, and took in all the distress and disgust and pain from the strong young woman's big, teary eyes, "What do you say to that, piggy?"

Max was... she had... he was using her like...

Like she had asked. Like she had begged for, and wanted. Anything. She would take anything from him. And, fuck, it felt terrible, inside. But, she was also glowing. It was, somehow, the powerlessness, it was a feeling that she hadn't felt in... it was something that had been instilled in her, for years, almost all her life. Deeper than she had realized. Having that feeling back, having it tied up with sex rather than endless, hated training... it was addicting.

It was what she was made for. Max touched her flat, tan tummy. There was a tiny, almost imperceptible, hard bulge. Right above her vulva, where the knot of the dog cock dildo was lodged inside.

"...Oink, oink... Master," Max managed, and flexed her stretched nostrils wide.