Susan intends to try and "Breed" you

"Well, you know what Bitches are normally used for right?' Susan asked in an almost matter-of-fact tone.

"Usually being mounted by alpha males and used for breeding." Della replied in confusion.

"Why don't we try and breed this Bitch." The look on Susan's face was electric, even for her. You had already felt totally emasculated by what they had done and you felt certain the worst had happened but she had an idea, without even knowing the details, you knew it was sick twisted and horrible.

"We don't keep Alpha Pets, and we sure aren't going to breed with this Bitch."

"No, No! Please let me do this! You will love it, I promise!"

You pray Della just doesn't have the patience for Susan's often over-the-top scene ideas but to your dismay, she lets out a long sigh of frustration and allows Susan to do her thing. Before you can do anything to protest, Della's boot presses down on your collar, pinning you to the floor. A single quite hard swap with what you think was a riding crop upon your ass informs you that trying to move would be a very bad idea indeed.

You hear the sounds of movement, groaning and whimpering as well as Susan's boots on the floor as she returns. You feel Della's boot lift and you turn your head so you can see what she has in mind. Your recently spent cock starts to harden again as you take in the sight of 5 other girls, all of which you had seem come through the door at time point throughout the day before. All of them collared and leashed like you are, sitting in a single file line side by side. They are totally naked as you have come to expect and the sight of these willingly broken submissive things momentarily pushes any recollection of your current predicament far from your thoughts. They are all in their late teens, of varied height and race but they all have 2 very distinct things in common, each one is wearing a full kit of pet gear. Ears, paw-like gloves, and tails, furry canine tails attached to thick butt-plugs holding them tightly in place inside their wearers' asses. The other thing, you notice as they rear up is that they are all quite fit, there is a ton of definition in their torsos and legs, their abs look firm and even their arms look solid. They lightly paw and bark at one another, but mostly look intently at you, in the aftermath of your feeding. Most of them try to hide deep perverse smiles as they gaze at a rare submissive "man" in this place.

They all look so hot, all done up like perfect little pet whores and the idea that you would actually be getting to breed with them. You don't know what put Susan in such a generous mood but you very much appreciate the change of pace. You hear more whimpering as you see the girl who went in shortly before you did, who also chose the bitch collar being carried like a puppy by Susan, the girl of average build and somewhere in her 30s and she isn't as done up as the rest, just ears and the collar and leash combo. Susan puts her next to the other girls, who regard her with casual interest, their focus mostly on you.

Susan finally steps in front of you and looks down at you with a kind and innocent smile. You look up at her submissively, unable to deny that things have definitely done a 180 and you’re eagerly waiting for what comes next. She extends a hand and pets you gently, her seductive voice only making you melt to her touch.

“Aren’t these girls lovely? These well trained bitches are all good little pets of mine, they’re all from the local college’s soccer team, so they are very fine specimens. And you’ve already met my other new girl, she’s a pretty one as well. I think you want to get to know them a little more intimately don’t you, Bitch? “Does my good little Bitch want to mate with all of the other puppies?” She asks seductively.

You nod your head with enthusiasm, **** to prove you’ll behave for her as long as you get to bury your quickly recharging dick into all 6 of these already broken in and submissive ladies. Susan noticed your hard on and grazes it with her boot as she whispers into your ear. You notice out of the corner of your eye Della looks absolutely livid.

“Will you be a good little Bitch for me?”

You don’t hold back, wanting to make the best impression that you can, you bark happily and nod. The line of girls look to one another with increasing dread as Susan stands back up, clearly satisfied. That terrifying fire in her gaze is back but you don’t really care, you are just aching to mount each and every one of them. You are beginning to pant, feeling hot and bothered as she walks away from you, leaving you still bound up by the spread bars attached to your wrists and ankles. You just can’t wait for her to set you free as you wonder which one of those of those gorgeous ladies you’ll get to fuck first. Apparently your new bitches are quite anxious as well, as behind you, you hear a sudden rush of giggles along with the metallic jingle of bondage equipment.

You wait patiently for Susan to return and when she finally does, her beaming smile has only deepened into a more sadistic almost predatory grin that suddenly rattles your growing sense confidence. Before you can question the woman you were obediently bowing your head to minutes ago, she grabs the back of your hair and suddenly your face is pressed to the floor. You hear Della’s heavy boots as she joins her partner in crime, her sour mood seemingly reversed. She undoes your hands from the spreader bar connecting them and forces each wrist to your sides as they are both cuffed to the same bar as your ankles. With your face to the floor, arms and legs cuffed and immobile, you realize that your ass is raised in an extremely **** position.

Before your terrified and confused can possibly come up with its own answer for what is about to happen, you finally see Susan walk her pets around you so you can finally see them. Your draw drops and you instantly break out into a cold sweat.

All 6 of the girls, even the nervous one had been fitted with their own strap-on dildo and harness. Each toy is a bit different in size and shape, although you try not to admit that even the smallest one is clearly bigger and thicker than your own cock, which to your horror is still extremely erect. You pray Susan doesn’t notice as the girls line up in a row in front of you, their composure far different from when you first saw them. Each one is looking at you with a little mischievous smile, many of them clearly staring at your just visible erection and don’t know whether you feel more humiliated that their fake cocks are clearly superior to yours or that you are still completely erect as you begin to realize just how badly you fell for Susan’s clear and obvious trap. Speaking of which, she looks down at you and strokes your hair in a distinctly patronizing fashion.

“Awe, what a good willing little Bitch you are, you agreed to breed with every single one of my girls, and now you get to be their communicable Bitch. You greedy puppy whore!”

Susan gets behind you and you are unable to hold back a whimper of embarrassment as you feel her hand on your erection. Unlike her rough treatment before, she is gentle as she strokes your cock and you fight the urge to let your guard down as she momentarily pleasures you and you can feel that she is trying to relax you. While you don’t doubt that neither Susan or Della, especially Della; would have no problem just letting these 6 traditionally submissive women **** your bound and helpless body whether you like it or not, somehow you feel even more mortified that Susan is actually trying to make you aroused by the idea. She wants to turn you into a true submissive, not just some fool who blundered into her dungeon and was going to pay dearly for it. You feel as if she has taken genuine interest in breaking your will until you’re outright begging for her command. You try to get a hold of yourself as you feel the new and very chilling feeling of her applying lubrication to your exposed and undefended asshole. She playfully toys with your body as she prepares you for mounting, using plenty of whatever she was using to make things as painless for you as she can. The idea of you actually growing to enjoy this horrible treatment is nearly as terrifying of suffering it in the first place.