Tara is a whipped puppy.

Frank dozed lightly, the girl snuggling closer, wriggling against him. Waking, he looked down at her and saw her eyes looking back, utterly subjugated.

"I'll be...be a good puppy..." she whispered, "I'll behave...make you proud of me...please...just give me another chance..."

"Do you know what will happen if you're a bad puppy?" he growled.

"N..no…"

"I'll send you to the pound...where bad puppies go to die."

She shuddered and snuggled closer...her eyes anxious.

"I'll be the best puppy. I'm so sorry I was...was a bad puppy..."

"You'll cause no trouble...won't piss on the floor, fight with other puppies?"

"No...I'll be good...I'll be very good..." she whimpered, her eyes needy and anxious and broken.

"Let's see you start sucking," Frank growled. "And then maybe I'll try your little puppy cunt."