How to properly care for the bitch [Storyline Rosie, 18, Thai]

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"Gladly," Mark replied. He could hardly wait, and it seemed as if the merchant could see it in his eyes.

"Or maybe I'll introduce you first?" the dealer grinned. Without waiting for an answer, he placed the pink transport cage on the floor and began to unlock the lock. And there she was: The bitch, once an 18-year-old girl named Rosie, slowly crawled out of the cage. Although he was aware of the bitch he had put together, Mark could only marvel:

Rosie was Thai, had a tight little ass and artificially enlarged saggy tits. But what caught his eye first were her other "enhancements": Her hands, as well as her legs below the knees, were amputated, forcing her to crawl on her stumps on all fours. Her mouth was wide open due to a ring gag, which made her drool as if she were a real bitch. Her eyes were glazed over because her vision had been damaged. So she was more disoriented, which made her easier to control and looked cute. Her vocal cords were also damaged, so she could only communicate with great effort and in animal-like sounds. When Rosie managed to crawl out of the cage on her stumps, Mark could see her tail: A black bush of hair (made from her own hair) protruded from her backside, attached to a butt plug that was inserted and extended into her anus, making it impossible for her to resist.

The wretched creature slowly crawled forward, fear in her eyes, but also curiosity. "Impressive, isn't she?" the merchant laughed, patting her ass, "She's a good girl, I'm sure she'll settle in quickly. Actually, there's not much to take care of. She needs to be fed twice a day, you can buy the appropriate food on our website. She can also eat other things, but we don't recommend that as our food contains important hormones that keep her in heat and docile. She's not the smartest, and no longer a danger anyway, but better safe than sorry." Mark nodded in understanding.

"Heel, Rosie, come on!" Mark tried. Rosie flinched and fear shot into her eyes. Panicked, she looked around, trying to locate where the noise was coming from. Slowly, she scrambled towards Mark, but every few steps she slipped on her stumps. "She'll soon get used to it, don't worry," the trader reassured Mark. Rosie had reached Mark, panting heavily as the few meters seemed to have taken all her energy. Mark stroked her head, which she seemed to enjoy as she energetically reached out to his hand. She panted even harder, this time seemingly in gratitude, and tried to rub herself against Mark's legs.

"We have hormones to thank for that," the dealer explained, "whether she likes it or not, she'll try anything to get satisfaction as a reward somehow. Classic conditioning." And Mark could only agree with him: What should be the greatest humiliation in the world for a human seemed to leave Rosie in no doubt for a second. With her mouth hanging almost absurdly wide open, she panted and drooled at his feet, rubbed herself against his legs and dripped from her cunt onto the floor.

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