... is confused.

Belle feels very confused. She was in on this? Her poor brain was still trying to cope with this revelation as she obeys her mistresses commands without thinking. It's as if a different part of her took over. She can't help but get excited when Francine rubs her six breasts.

Then she pulls out her vibrator, something the old Jeff was familiar with. I just didn't expect it to be used on me. And it looks so much bigger now. It's almost as good as when She licked myself. Her pleasure is obvious by her mewling. She wants more of it.

“When you were doing your expose on the Senator I chased up some leads for you. I figured out his connection with Anthropet. But I didn’t publish it. Not like you. Hell I tried to stop you from going ahead with the expose.” She thrust the vibrator in. It feels so big in her snug pussy. “You’d not be a bitch with a pussy if you’d played the game. I took my information and used it to make my life better.” She worked the vibrator. “I have money. Sophie. And now you. You could have had this too but you wanted fame. Now you’ll just be a breeding bitch in his kennels.” She started to thrust harder and faster. “That’s all you’ll ever want.”

Belle found herself completely in thrall to her actions. She whimpers and moans for all she’sworth, eventually working up to a full howl as Francine thrusts inside Belle.

"Maybe I should ask him if he'll sell you to me ... I know some perfect breeding partners for you."

Belle howls again, from her orgasm and the very idea of being bred. She's right: Right now that's all Belle wants.

She stands over Belle and smirks as the little bitch pants heavily, coming down from her high. The petgirl’s pussy is sopping wet from cumming.

Francine looks at her wet fingers and Belle’s sopping sex. “Somehow I think he wants the pleasure of breeding you himself. He will enjoy taking you. You are a loud little bitch in the throws of passion. Perhaps you need a muzzle? No... but I think I have something for that.” She goes to the laundry and returns with a bulky collar. Belle is familiar with it and it causes her eyes to widen. Sophie’s tail drops down between her legs at the sight of it, clearly afraid, whimpering.

Sophie used to have a barking problem and Francine had purchased the collar to cure her of it. On any loud noise the collar administered a painful electric shock to the wearers neck. Jeff had tried it out once and it was not an experience he cared for. It could be set to respond to various volumes. The collar had fixed the barking problem.

Francine turns it on then puts it about Belle’s slim neck, securing it with a plastic tie which she snips short with scissors. Then she claps her hands. Belle yelps in pain as the electric shock seems to bite her neck. She whimpers in subservient fretfulness.

-Why is she pulling out the silencing collar? What have I done to her? Or is it to stop me from trying to get out of this situation?- Belle worries.

“Now let’s see if you’re still a howler...” Francine says as she takes up the dildo. She starts to pleasure Belle with it until the girl starts to howl and is shocked into quiet. Tears form in her eyes. So horny. Controlled. She rocks her hips. “Again... you will learn to be quiet.” She starts again. Belle clamps her jaws and fights the urge to howl. If anything struggling against it makes the pleasure stronger. It’s somewhat humiliating to be controlled by tools intended for mindless pets. “Good girl. You’ve earned your bone...” Francine says as she finishes the pet girl off. Belle orgasms in restrained silence.

The shocks are painful and they teach their lesson quickly. Francine tells the little bitch, "Good girl,” as she cums quietly, whimpering with pleasure. “Hmm I wonder if you could be so quiet with a real cock in you. You want that... don’t you girl? You’ll get it. When the senator returns. You’ll be practically begging for it. You know... I would almost like to try it... would you like it if I was a dog boy with a big cock and balls?” She asks as she removes her clothes. She motions for Belle to lick her. “I’d fuck you hard like you need to be.

The thought makes Belle moist all over again. Then she gestures to have the petgirl lick her pussy. She sticks out herclong, wide tongue out and give her a tentative, but long, slurp. She buried her muzzle in her mistresses pussy, imprinting her scent on her mind. Then she pulled out and began licking again, licking as only a pet can.