Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All references to persons, places and businesses are completely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, place or business is purely incidental and in no way reflects reality. Fantasy is an important part of the human experience. Please, enjoy this work as fantasy only. Do not attempt these activities in real life. Power exchange relationships can be healthy exercised between consenting adults. But that exchange must scratch an itch that meets the needs of each. Compatibility comes in many forms and degrees.

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Ava drove up to the imposing gates of the Wainscott estate, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The intercom buzzed as she rolled down her window. She announced herself, "Ava Thompson." There was no reply. The ornate iron double gate swung open silently, revealing a long, winding driveway lined with towering trees. As Ava drove, she recalled the day she met Isabella at the coffee shop, complete happenstance. The coffee shop made its home in a revived post and beam building. It was decorated in a rich, rustic style. Inside, its live edge wooden tables, leather-seated chairs, and the rich aroma of coffee put one at ease and filled the senses. In line before her stood the most exquisitely beautiful woman who Ava had ever seen. She was tall, with long, wavy Chestnut hair. She had the figure of a fashion model, fit physique, full breasts and perfect posture. Her clothes, handbag and heels were discretely expensive. The woman looked to be in her mid-20’s.

The beautiful brunette had hardly glanced at Ava. Nonetheless, she had confidently ordered not only her own drink, but without a second thought or even a glance at her, she had ordered a drink for Ava, too. Ava had been surprised, taken aback, and a little offended. She had never met this woman, but she presumptuously ordered a syrupy, almost childlike drink for Ava and paid for it without ever having spoken a word to her. But part of Ava also liked it. She was drawn to it; drawn to the dominance, the confident control. Ava tried to decline the drink. Hardly looking at her, the woman had pressed the drink into Ava’s hands. If Ava had not taken it, it would have fallen on Ava’s feet.

The woman swept past Ava, the scent of Shumukh perfume pursuing her like paparazzi. “Come.” It was the woman’s first spoken word to Ava. Ava didn’t know why, but she followed. The brunette sat in a large, cream upholstered chair and invited Ava to sit in a twin chair beside her.

The woman introduced herself as Isabella Wainscott. Ava introduced herself as well. “Well, what a pretty little name, ” Isabella said, her deep green eyes dancing with amusement. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.” Isabella took in the sight of Ava. Ava was slender and young. Her aqua blue eyes, lithe limbs, full pink lips, refined face and light, long blonde hair gave her an innocent and ethereal look, like a fairy tale. She was the picture of gentle innocence. Her body was fit from running cross-country in High School. Ava knew that she was pretty, but underestimated her beauty and the effect of hungry desire that she brought to everyone who met her.

Without preamble Isabella began to ask Ava questions about herself, about her family, about her job. Ava explained that she was 18 years old and had just graduated high school. She lived with her mother and was looking for her first job.

“Wonderful!” Exclaimed Isabella. “My husband and I are travelling to sail the Mediterranean on our yacht in a little more than a week. I am looking for someone to watch our house for us while we are gone. I simply knew the moment that I met you that you would be perfect. You were looking for a job, and I was looking for someone to employ. I think fate has brought us together today, Ava.”

And just like that, Ava had a job house sitting. Ava didn’t remember accepting the job. It just seemed to be a foregone conclusion that she would work for the Wainscotts.

And so, on the appointed day, Ava found herself driving up this perfectly manicured driveway in her old Camry.

The Wainscott mansion came into view, a grand structure of stone and glass that seemed to sprawl endlessly. She parked her Toyota Camry in the circular driveway and ascended the granite stairs, her steps echoing in the vast entrance. Before she could knock, the huge, carved double doors swung open, and there stood Isabella, her wavy chestnut brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her confident and playful smile spreading upon her lips.

"Welcome, Ava, " Isabella said, stepping aside to let her in. "You are right on time. Good girl.” With mixed emotions, Ava blushed at the compliment, especially the “Good girl.”

The house was a symphony of opulence. Marble floors stretched out beneath her feet, and a grand staircase swept upwards to a balcony that overlooked the foyer. The walls were adorned with expensive art, and the furniture looked like it belonged in a modern museum. Isabella led her through the hearth room, where a massive fireplace dominated one wall, and out to the back patio, where an eternity pool overlooked the Pacific Ocean. The view took Ava's breath away.

"This will be your room while we are away, " Isabella said, leading her up a different staircase to a guest wing. The room was spacious and elegantly furnished, with a balcony that offered a stunning view of the ocean. Ava stepped out on the balcony. The Ocean breeze blew her hair as she overlooked flower filled gardens and paths. She felt like a princess in a fairy tale.

As the two women made their way back downstairs through the modern kitchen to the hearth room. A deep and sonorous voice echoed deeply through the room, "And what do we have here?"

Ava turned to see the man who had entered the room. He was tall; very tall and muscular. His dark eyes piercing and intense. He was dressed in linen slacks and a short sleeved, charcoal grey short sleeved linen shirt. He moved with a lion's confidence. Isabella went to him and smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Darling, this is Ava, the house sitter I told you about. Ava, this is my husband, Jacob Wainscott."

Jacob approached Ava, taking her hand into both of his large, warm hands. "Welcome, Ava. It's a pleasure to meet you. I’m sure that you will take perfectly good care of our home."

Ava felt her cheeks flush, and her heart race. Jacob's touch sent a shiver through her body, and she was momentarily speechless. Isabella watched this reaction with a smug smile, clearly used to the effect her husband had on women. His magnetism possessed any space he entered. Isabella, laughed and touched Jacob possessively, expressing her superiority over Ava once again.

Ava mentally rebuked herself. She felt her mouth hanging open. She regained enough mental control to stutter, “It’s...it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wainscott. I will...your house.” Ava was mortified that she couldn’t speak...or think clearly. Jacob Wainscott smiled widely at her with his perfect teeth.

Just then, a massive dog entered the room. His short black and charcoal grey fur was glossy and sleek. His ears were short and pointed, and his eyes were intense and dark. He was the biggest dog that Ava had ever seen. The dog growled deeply and suspiciously as he approached Ava, who stepped back, intimidated. Her mind was spinning.

"King thinks he owns the place, " Isabella laughed, "And maybe he does.”

“What is he? I’ve never seen a dog like that...” stammered Ava?

Jacob responded proudly, "King is Cane Corso Great Dane mix. I had him bred and trained to guard our home, and Isabella when I am gone. He’s over 200 lbs. His heritage and his heart are a warrior’s. Make friends with him, Ava. But don't make it look like you are a threat to Isabella. You won’t appreciate the consequences. Oh, and also, don’t show weakness. He is extremely hierarchical. He will learn your place in the pack."

“As will you, Ava, ” added Isabella. “Go ahead and greet him.”

Ava offered her hand tentatively to the dog. King strode up to Ava and sniffed her hand. His immediate bark echoed through the room. Ava took an involuntary step back. King assessed the girl and her reaction for several long moments before he dismissed her and walked away.

“Well, that seemed to go...interestingly, ” said Isabella.

To her disappointment, Jacob dismissed himself without a backward glance at Ava. Isabella and Ava finished the tour of the house. They entered the library where Isabella had a list of Ava’s duties. Aside from caring for the house, the pool, and receiving deliveries, Ava was to feed king and walk him twice daily around the paths the local park. Ava was required to remain on the premises except during King’s walks. Ava was not to have guests. Ava took in all of the information, and was very pleasantly surprised at the amount she would be paid. This was her first real job. Staying in this magnificent house on her own, being trusted, and being paid so well, Ava felt suddenly like an adult. She intended to do her job well.

That night Ava stayed in her beautiful room. When she woke the next morning, the Wainscott’s had already gone. Ava was the Mistress of the Manor.

Ava spent the next two weeks exploring the mansion, swimming in the pool, performing her duties and taking care of King. She luxuriated in her bikini, sunbathing by the pool. She ate delicious food that had been prepared ahead of time and placed in the freezer for her use.

In her explorations, she wandered around the Wainscott’s master bedroom. It was huge. A fireplace would turn on and off and the shades opened and closed upon a verbal command. Ava found Isabella’s dressing room. She tried on Isabella’s expensive clothes that seemed as if they would fit. Ava was smaller and thinner than Isabella, so most of her lingerie did not fit. But the stockings fit and Ava and Isabella both wore size 7 shoes. Ava tried these on with Isabella’s ensembles. She felt mature and sexy.

She found Isabella's jewelry collection. She tried on the expensive pieces and imaged what it would be like to live in such luxury. There was one piece in particular, a sapphire and diamond bracelet, that Ava couldn't resist. She started by tentatively wearing the bracelet, admiring it on herself. But as the days passed, Ava began to wear it around the house. It became a part of her.

Ava took King on his daily walks. It was difficult to determine who was walking whom. King looked Ava in the face and growl deeply as she knelt her small body by his massive frame to attach the leash. King would take the leash in his mouth as they walked, moving and turning where he wanted. If the leash would fall from Ava’s hand, he would bark at her aggressively until she picked it up. He would then lead her again around the park. “Whatever works, ” Ava thought.

While at home, King’s dark eyes followed Ava wherever she went. He would bark at her when he was hungry, and she fed him. King would sniff at her crotch and bottom when he approached her. At first when Ava would sit on the sofa and watch TV at night, King would bark threateningly at Ava. She learned to sit on the floor when she was in the same room as him. King wasn’t allowed on the furniture, and he wouldn’t allow her on the furniture either.

At night, King prowled the house. Ava would awaken from her sleep, hearing King scratching and sniffing at her door while she slept. Ava was especially intimidated by King at night. She began to lock her door, her heart pounding as she listened to his immediate presence outside.

One evening, as Ava was walking King through the park, King suddenly tensed and let out a low, menacing growl. Ava turned to see what had caught his attention, a man in black leapt from the nearby bushes. He was wearing a plain black sweatshirt, his face obscured by a hood. Reflected in the evening light, Ava saw a glint of metal in his hand. She screamed. Fear suddenly pulsed in her temples.

The man was looking for a victim that night. Faster than thought, King lunged forward as he charged towards the intruder. He hit the man with incredible force, knocking him to the ground. The man screamed. Kings jaws, as wide as the man’s head, clamped onto the man’s arm. The man struggled and screamed, but King shook his head, tearing at flesh and containing the threat. His growls echoing through the night, a predator unleashed. Ava recovered herself as she rushed to the struggle, afraid that King would kill the man.

Ava rushed over, her heart still racing. "King, release! Please, release!" she begged. King released the man, but continued to lurk over the man, his eyes fixed on the attacker. The man cradled his bloody arm, his face pale and sweaty. It was over that quickly. The man crawled and then stumbled away. The man was no longer a threat, King watched him as he left. Ava was in such shock, that she didn’t think to do anything else.

Ava fell to her knees, weeping with shock, fear and relief. King slipped beside her. She buried her face and tears in his fur.

"Good boy, King, " she wept. "You saved us. You saved me.” King barked in conquest. He was the King, and he knew it. He walked closely beside Ava that night and from then on, protecting her.

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As the days grew few until the Wainscotts would return, Ava thought more and more about the sapphire bracelet around her wrist. She thought, “I have done such a good job. I have taken care of the home. I have taken care of King. He and I even stood up to an attacker! Isabella has so much, the home, so many clothes, the jewelry collection, and Jacob... She wouldn’t even miss this bracelet if it were gone. How could she keep up with so much? And, after all, I deserve it. It really was meant for me to have.” And with that Ava convinced herself that she should have the bracelet. One evening, when she was all alone, she found a dark place. Despite her justifications, she couldn’t do it in the open. She surreptitiously slipped the bracelet into her purse.

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Two days later, the Wainscotts returned. They were tanned and happy. They greeted Ava warmly and invited her to stay another night. The Wainscotts were tired from their travels. They would all debrief the next day, and Ava would be paid.

Ava slept in. The next late morning, Ava awoke and dressed. She put her purse over her shoulder, expecting to be paid. As she began to descend the stairs, Isabella’s voice echoed through the house. She didn’t sound happy. Her voice called Ava’s name demanding that she come to Jacob's study. When Ava entered, the stern expressions of both Jacob and Isabella met her. Ava's stomach dropped as she entered the room.

“Hi...Is there something wrong?” Ava stammered. She was momentarily confused, still convinced that she had done a good job.

"Ava, for security reasons, you know that everything that happens in our house is filmed, correct?” said Mr. Wainscott meaningfully as he sat behind his desk. His face was filled with sour disappointment.

“I...I don’t understand...” Ava began.

“We reviewed the footage, " Isabella said, her voice stern. Cutting to the issue, "We watched you steal the bracelet."

Suddenly understanding. Like smoke on the wind her fantasies of entitlement were dispelled. Ava's face paled. She dropped her head, "I'm sorry, " she whispered. "I can explain—"

"No. You cannot, " Isabella interrupted, her voice cold. "You stole from us, Ava. You are a thief. You betrayed us. You betrayed our trust.”

“I didn’t mean...” Ava squeaked.

“Shut up, you little bitch, ” Isabella said. “Hand the bracelet to me now!”

Like a confession, Ava opened her purse. Her hand quickly found the bracelet. As she pulled it out, the sparkle that had entranced her eyes gleamed condemnation as she dropped it into Isabella’s hand. Without a glance, Isabella tossed the bracelet dismissively onto the desk. Ava’s whole desire and whole damnation was tossed away without a glance.

Ava stood before them, her body trembling, her eyes welling up with tears as she realized the gravity of her situation.

Jacob picked up the telephone and began to dial.

“Who are you calling!?!” panicked Ava.

“The police, of course, Ava. That bracelet is very expensive. This is no small matter. We are going to have you prosecuted.”

“Please, don’t call the police!” Ava begged. “I will do anything. Anything to make this right, but please, just don’t call the police.”

Isabella walked over and sat on the sofa. She crossed her elegant legs, a smug smile subtly painted her lips as she watched Ava's face pale with fear.

Isabella's smiled wickedly, a dominant glint in her eyes. "Anything?" she challenged, her voice a low, dangerous purr.

Ava nodded, her tears spilling over, streaming down her cheeks. "Yes. Anything, " she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.

Isabella looked at Jacob, a silent communication passing between them.

The hearth room was filled with the tense silence of indecision as Jacob held his options and Ava’s future in his hands. With choking relief, Ava watched Jacob hang up the phone, his expression remaining stern and unyielding.

The room was silent for a moment, before Isabella said, “We will see if you mean what you say, or whether Mr. Wainscott will pick up the phone and call law enforcement. With that, her voice firm and commanding, Isabella instructed the girl, "Strip, Ava. You don’t deserve to be clothed. You don’t deserve to hide anymore."

Ava was momentarily shocked. “Strip? My clothes?” she asked with confusion.

Exasperated, Isabella looked to Jacob and said, “She is worthless. A liar. Just call the police.”

“No! Please!” Begged Ava. “I will. I just...”

She hesitated for a moment, her hands trembling, then Ava reached for the bottom hem of her blouse. She pulled it off slowly, her eyes never leaving the floor, her cheeks flushing with shame and embarrassment. She stalled, not wanting to undress further. “Snap to it, girl!” Isabella commanded. “No one told you to stop!”

Reluctantly, Ava unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, her breasts exposed to the cool air of the room. She could feel her nipples harden, a betraying reaction to her nervousness and strange arousal. She quickly covered her firm, round breasts with her arms, her body shaking with a mix of fear and excitement.

"All of it, Ava, " Isabella commanded, her voice a low, dominant growl. "You may no longer hide from us. You do not deserve anything. You certainly do not deserve modesty."

Ava couldn’t speak, so she nodded, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them down her long, slender legs along with her underwear, stepping out of them until she stood naked before the powerful Wainscotts. Her body was slim and toned, her skin smooth and flawless, her curves delicate and feminine. Her tummy was flat and her waist narrow. What little blonde pubic hair she had was shave. She looked innocent. She tried to cover her most intimate parts with her hands, her body shaking with shame and vulnerability.

Just then, King entered the room, his massive body moving with a grace that belied his size. He paused, feeling the tenseness in the room and the naked girl. Then he sat down, his dark eyes fixed on Ava. He sniffed the air and watched the scene unfold. Ava tried to cover herself more, but Isabella stopped her, her voice firm and commanding, embarrassed to have the three of them watching her.

"Drop your hands, Ava, " Isabella said, her voice a low, dominant purr. "You should be ashamed, but not because you are naked. But because you are a thief."

Ava dropped her shaking hands, her body exposed, her cheeks and breasts flushed with shame and humiliation. She could feel the Wainscotts’ eyes on her. Their eyes full of coldness and disappointment. She could feel King's eyes on her, his intense gaze roaming over her body. She felt a flush of deep humiliation. Her body felt hot and cold at the same time, her skin tingling with a mix of embarrassment and... betrayal...excitement.

"Turn around, Ava, " Isabella commanded, her voice a low, dominant growl. "Let us see all of you."

Ava obeyed, her body spinning slowly, she disciplined herself to hold her arms at her sides as she presented herself to them. She could feel their eyes on her, roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every line, every movement of her young muscles. She felt reduced, objectified, and yet, there was a part of her that thrilled at the attention, at the sudden power they held over her. Her natural desire to please conflicting with her shame.

"Stop, " Jacob said, his voice firm and commanding. "Come here, Ava. It is time for your punishment."

Ava timidly walked to him, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Jacob patted his lap, his eyes never leaving hers as he scolded her, his voice firm and unyielding.

"You have been a very evil girl, Ava, " he said, his voice a low, dominant rumble. "You have stolen from us, from Isabella. You have betrayed our trust, and for that, you must be punished."

Ava nodded.

Jacob told her, “You must say the words.”

Her voice barely a whisper, Ava replied, "Yes, Mr. Wainscott. I deserve to be punished."

Jacob pulled down her across his lap, her stomach and chest pressing against his solid, unyielding thighs. She squirmed, her face flushing with embarrassment and, under it all, the thrill of submission.

"You will count each stroke, Ava, " Jacob said, his voice a low, intonation. "And you will tell me what you are. You will tell me that you are a thief, that you are worthless, that you have betrayed us and our trust."

Ava nodded, her voice shaking as she prepared herself for the punishment to come. The first spank was a sharp, stinging slap that made her jump, the sound echoing through the room.

"One, " Ava counted, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I am a thief."

Another hard slap came down across her naked bottom.

“Two, ” Ava’s eyes blinked back the tears. “I deserve to be punished.”

The spanking continued, each slap echoing through the room, each one more painful than the last. Ava counted, her voice shaking with each number, her body squirming and twisting as she tried to escape the sting of Jacob's hand. He spanked her hard, slowly, deliberately, each stroke a reminder of her transgression, of her submission, of her utter humiliation.

"Five, " Ava counted, her voice hoarse with tears. "I am worthless."

The burn on her skin was intense, a sharp, stinging pain that radiated out from the point of impact, spreading like wildfire across her flesh. She could feel the heat, the tension, the way her muscles clenched and unclenched with each stroke. It was a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable, a reminder of her position, of her submission, of her utter humiliation. She counted each stroke. With each, she tried to find absolution in her self-degradation.

“Eight, I am dirt.”

“Nine, I am nothing.”

"Ten, " Ava counted, her voice barely a whisper. "I have betrayed you and your trust."

Her ass was on fire, the skin red and sensitive, the pain a constant, throbbing reminder of her punishment. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the way her body responded to the dominance, to the power, to the humiliation and Jacob’s touch. She was reduced, objectified, and yet, she felt alive, and felt the power of her submission within her.

Jacob stopped, his breathing heavy, his chest heaving as he looked down at Ava, his expression unreadable. "Do you understand why you are being punished, Ava?" he asked, his voice a low, dominant growl.

Ava nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mr. Wainscott. I stole from Isabella. I took something that was not mine. I betrayed your trust, and I deserve to be punished."

Jacob nodded, a bare look of wry satisfaction on his face. With an unreadable intonation he said, "Very good, Ava. Now, let us see if you can learn from this. Let us see if you can earn our forgiveness."

Jacob shoved her off his lap. She landed on her hands and knees on the floor. He turned dismissively from her and walked to a side chair leaving her sprawled on the floor. His disappointment in her was palpable. His rejection of her injured her.

Ava turned on her hands and knees to face Isabella, her body aching and sore, her mind a whirl of emotions. As she explored her feelings, she found that she not only wanted to avoid the police, she also wanted the approval and the forgiveness of the Wainscotts. How could she have been so stupid and treacherous, imagining that she could have the bracelet? Imagining that she could even be a shadow of Jacob and Isabella. They were right, she was undeserving.

Isabella rose, looking down on Ava. Ava felt small. Even King looked at her in her reduced state with a look of superiority.

Ava looked up at Isabella, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes that she would be forgiven. Isabella laughed at her.

"Do you imagine that this is over, Ava? That you have paid your penance? Oh, no. A few moments of pain does not repay a fortune stolen. Broken trust is not so easily forgiven. You have been a bad girl, Ava, " Isabella said, her voice low and mocking. "Crawl to me."

On hands and knees, the girl approached her mistress. She was like a beaten dog. She kept her eyes cast downwards in submission. Isabella reached out, her fingers tilting Ava's chin up, forcing her to look into her dominant and beautiful green eyes.

“Ava, I am going to give you instructions. You must demonstrate that you have learned your place. You must begin to restore our trust in you. Do you understand.”

Ava nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mistress. I understand."

Isabella continued, “You must obey my every command, without hesitation and without question. Do you understand?”

Ava shuddered as she said, “Yes. I will obey.”

Isabella smiled, wickedly. The sharp expression sent shivers down Ava's spine. "Good. Then let us see if you can please me, Ava. Let’s see if you can do anything right. Let us see if you can make me happy."

Isabella moved her hand from Ava’s chin to her lips. "Kiss my fingers, Ava, " Isabella commanded, holding out her hand. Blinking at the order, surprised again, Ava looked at Isabella’s perfectly manicured hand, her slender fingers, long painted red nails. She leaned forward, slowly, feeling strange, her lips brushing against Isabella's fingers, kissing them one at a time. She felt a jolt of electricity at the touch, her body responding in ways she didn't understand. Isabella was gorgeous, and Ava responded to her. But it was to Isabella’s dominance that she responded more than to her beauty.

Isabella smiled. "Now suck on them, " she said, her voice a low growl. Ava dared not hesitate. She took Isabella's fingers into her mouth, sucking gently. She tasted Isabella’s skin. Ava’s tongue caressed each finger, one at a time. Ava felt herself being controlled. Something inside of her responded to that. It was almost intoxicating. Isabella responded to the caress of Ava’s tongue. She almost purred as Ava sucked her fingers. Her eyes fluttering closed.

After a few moments, Isabella opened her eyes.

“Kneel low before me Ava. Place your face on the floor.”

Ava bent down at Isabella’s feet, her face on the expensive Persian carpet.

Isabella stood commandingly above the bowing Ava, her designer, high-heeled sandals were just before Ava’s face. Isabella circled the prostrate girl like a predator gazing at her naked body from every angle before standing in front of her again. Isabella’s toes were just before Ava’s pretty face. They were adorned with delicate gold rings that sparkled in the light, and her nails were perfectly manicured, painted a provocative red. She looked down at Ava, her expression a mix of dominance and amusement as she took in the sight of the young woman kneeling before her, naked and vulnerable.

"Kiss my feet, Ava, " Isabella commanded, her voice a low, demanding. "Show me that you are sorry."

Ava’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at Isabella, her tear filled, aqua eyes wide and vulnerable. She leaned in, her innocent, soft, pink lips pressing gently against Isabella's feet, the cool metal of the toe rings a contrast to the warm, smooth skin. She could taste the slight saltiness of Isabella's skin and smell her faint, feminine scent. Ava kissed her feet over and over, her lips gentle and reverent, her tongue flicking out tentatively to taste, to explore, to worship.

Isabella looked down at Ava, a sense of satisfaction and dominance washing over her. She could feel the soft, gentle kisses on her feet, the tentative touches of Ava's tongue, and it sent a shiver of pleasure and power through her. She was in control, the one who held the power, and Ava was just a pretty little thing in the vast array of her treasures, a plaything to be used and manipulated to her heart's content.

"You stole from me, Ava, " Isabella scolded. "You stole from my collection, and you betrayed my trust. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

Ava shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears of shame and remorse. "No, Mistress. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or betray your trust."

“Show me how sorry you are, Ava. Show me that you understand the gravity of your actions. Lick my shoes, my feet. Clean them with your tongue, your lips. Show me your submission, your humiliation, your remorse."

Ava obeyed, her tongue and lips exploring every inch of Isabella's shoes and feet, the smooth, cool leather of the shoes, the rough, textured soles, the smooth, warm skin of her feet. She could taste the slight grit of dirt and dust, the smooth, cool metal of the toe rings. It was a taste that was humbling and degrading. Ava felt a rush of emotions—shame, humiliation, remorse, and a bizarre, twisted sense of pleasure and excitement.

Isabella watched, her expression satisfied, as she took in the sight of Ava worshipping her feet, her tongue and lips exploring, tasting, submitting. She could feel the pleasure, the power, the dominance coursing through her veins. She knew that she was the goddess, the queen, the one who held all the power.

Jacob watched from his chair, his expression one of disdain and judgment as he took in the sight of Ava's degradation. He crossed his arms over his chest, his dark eyes never leaving Ava, his lips curled into a sneer of contempt. He was a silent, imposing figure sitting at his desk, a reminder of the power dynamics at play, of the dominance and submission that now defined their relationship.

Isabella turned and sat down on the sofa. She crossed her legs alluringly.

"Come here, Ava, " she commanded. "You will now suck on the heels of my shoes. I want you to take them deeply into your mouth, to worship them. You are less than the dirt on my shoes. You must learn to please even them."

Ava crawled to her, her body moving with a grace and humility that belied her inner turmoil. Her lithe body moved like a humiliated dream. She looked up at Isabella, her eyes wide and vulnerable, her lips parted slightly as she took in the sight of the beautiful, dominant woman before her. Isabella's heels were tall and sleek, the brown soles and cream leather, the sharp, pointed toes a symbol of her power and dominance.

Ava took one of Isabella's feet into her hands and lifted it to herself. And...she took the heel into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the cool, smooth leather, her tongue exploring the contours, the textures. She could feel the hardness, the demand, the lifelessness of the heel, and it was a sensation that was both humiliating and exciting. She sucked and licked, her head bobbing as she tried to please the inanimate object, to show her submission, her remorse, her desperation to earn Isabella's forgiveness. Isabella began to push the heel into Ava’s mouth, and then withdraw it, fucking Ava’s mouth with her long heel.

Isabella watched as Ava struggled, her expression one of pure pleasure and control as she took in the sight of Ava sucking on her heels, one after the other as Isabella presented them to her. The slightly worn heel scratched the inside of her mouth as it moved in and out. The girl’s lips and tongue exploring, worshipping, pleasing. Even through her shoe, through the heel, Isabella could feel Ava’s efforts, the suction. She could see the wetness of Ava's mouth on the leather, and it sent shivers of pleasure and power through her.

"That's it, Ava, " Isabella moaned, her voice a low, guttural growl. "Deeper. I want my shoes to feel your tongue, your lips, your seduction. They must feel you worshipping them, pleasing them, submitting to them. You are worth no more."

Ava obeyed, taking the heel deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing faster, her suction stronger, her tongue and lips exploring every inch of the sharp heels. She succumbed to her own submission.

"Beg me to suck my toes, Ava. Beg me.”

Ava removed Isabella’s saliva soaked heel from her mouth. “Please, mistress. Please, may I such your toes.”

“Good girl, Ava. You are using the word “Mistress” naturally, without being told. In your heart, you know who you are. You are born to please me. Now, suck my toes, Ava. I want to feel your tongue, your lips, your mouth on each and every one of them. Don’t think. Just do. You know that this is who you are."

Ava looked up at Isabella, her lips swollen and red from sucking on the heels. She took Isabella's foot into her hands, her fingers gentle and reverent as she explored Isabella’s pampered skin, the delicate bones, the perfect, red nails.

One by one, Ava took Isabella’s toes into her mouth. It was intimate, personal, and degrading. Ava’s resistance was crumbling. Ava moved from toe to toe, her tongue and lips aching to please Isabella, her hands gentle and reverent as she held Isabella's foot, her fingers caressing, massaging, exploring. She was reduced and objectified.

Isabella looked down at Ava, her beautiful, naked body kneeling before her, her lips and tongue exploring, worshipping. Delicious.

Isabella moved her foot to Ava’s forehead and pushed her with her shoe. Ava fell backward surprised. She thought that she was doing what Isabella wanted.

Isabella rose from the sofa, standing above Ava. She held out her hand. “Rise Ava.”

Ava took her hand and rose to her feet, her naked body still feeling small in the presence of the stunning and powerful Isabelle.

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

Ava looked into Isabella’s eyes and slowly shook her head. Ava, of course, had recognized the beauty of other girls. She had even been drawn to their beauty. That was the nature of people, men and women. But she had never actually wanted to have sex with a girl. The fact was that Ava had only had sex with one other person, a man 8 years older than she. Ava had imagined herself running off and marrying him. He showered her with compliments, and whenever he wanted, she had given herself to him. In the end, she found that he had been with other women during that time, too. He left her without apology. Except in her imagination, that had been the totality of Ava’s experience with sex.

“No. I have only been with one person, and he cheated on me.”

Isabella laughed. “Oh, poor Ava. Did you have a little dose of the real world?” Isabella wrapped her arm around Ava’s back. She drew her to herself.

Isabella's mouth descended upon Ava's lips, soft and demanding, her red-painted lips pressing firmly against Ava's swollen, innocent mouth. The scent of her perfume enveloped Ava, a heady mix of jasmine and something darker, more intoxicating. Isabella's tongue probed at the seam of Ava's lips, demanding entry, and Ava obeyed, her mouth opening to allow Isabella's invasion. Isabella's tongue was soft and wet, exploring Ava's mouth with a dominance that left Ava breathless. She could taste Isabella, a unique blend of flavors that was unlike anything she had ever experienced—a mix of mint, something sweet, and an underlying taste that was purely Isabella.

Ava's breath hitched as she felt Isabella's breath filling her lungs, their breaths mingling, becoming one. She was utterly consumed, her senses overwhelmed by the dominant woman wrapping her. Isabella's lips moved to Ava's cheek, placing soft, gentle kisses, her tongue flicking out to taste Ava's skin, her teeth gently nipping at her ear lobe. Ava shivered, her body responding to Isabella's touches, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"You taste so sweet, Ava, " Isabella murmured, her voice a low, husky growl. "So innocent, so pure. I could devour you whole."

Her lips moved to Ava's neck, her tongue tracing a path down to her collarbone, her teeth gently grazing her sensitive skin. Ava could feel the wetness of Isabella's tongue, the softness of her lips, the gentle scrape of her teeth, and it sent shivers of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her veins. She could feel the heat of Isabella's body, the firm press of her breasts against her own, the hard nipples that betrayed her arousal.

Isabella's hands roamed over Ava's body, exploring, claiming, possessing. Her fingertips caressed the soft skin of Ava’s flat tummy. Long fingers slipped between her legs. Ava’s eyes sprung open as the beautiful brunette pushed fingers inside of her while she pressed Ava’s ass forward, capturing her between the two. Ava moaned and was not wholly successful in restraining herself from pushing away from the older woman’s touch. Ava knew that this was wrong. She was attracted to men, and she felt being with a woman was immoral. Almost without her own consent, the word “No, ” slipped past her protesting lips.

Immediately, Isabella removed her fingers and slapped the young blonde across the face. The sting made Ava’s eyes tear. Her emotions were already raw. She was being given a second chance. She wanted to redeem herself. Suddenly, she was being taken in ways she had never imagined. And, then she was struck in the face. She began to cry openly.

“What’s wrong, you little bitch?” Hissed Isabella. “Are you beginning to have moral compunctions now? You weren’t faced with such conflict when you were stealing from me, you little thief. Are you too good for me? Do you thing that you don’t owe me? Do you think that you can get away without being punished?” Isabella struck her face once again, “Answer me!”

“No! No, I’m...I’m not too good... I owe you... I should be punished.” Ava’s voice fell from an assertion to a whisper as she answered. Isabella pulled her to her once again. This time when her fingers entered her, Ava submitted. She did not protest.

Isabella’s sharp nails entered her intimately. Isabella’s expert touch was cool and commanding within her. She felt invaded, helpless and exposed as Isabella's fingers, explored her. And yet, Ava’s body betrayed her. She responded to Isabella’s touch and her control. The sensations and emotions were overwhelming, a mix of invasion and pleasure that shivers through her stomach and into her breasts. Ava's emotions were a tumultuous storm of confusion, humiliation, and unwanted arousal. She felt reduced, objectified, her body responding to Isabella's touch despite her mind's protests. The touch was firm, invasive, and utterly dominating, a stark reminder of her submission and Isabella's power over her.

Isabella, meanwhile, felt a sense of triumph and dominance as her fingers delved into Ava's wetness. The sensation of playing with this helpless toy made her want to devour her completely. The soft, velvety walls of Ava's pussy involuntarily pulsing around her fingers, a testament to her power and control. She could feel Ava's body responding to her, the wetness coating her fingers, the way Ava's hips involuntarily bucked against her hand. It was a heady feeling, a rush of power and dominance that sent shivers of pleasure through her own body. She reveled in the control, in the way Ava's body betrayed her, in the carnal knowledge her fingers were taking from the girl.

"Look at you, Ava, " Isabella mocked, as she withdrew her fingers, glistening with Ava's wetness. "You're so wet, so ready. I think that you might be a little lesbian vixen. You’ve been hiding it all this time. You might think you're too good for this, but your body knows better. It knows who you are. It knows who's in control."

Ava blushed, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she looked down, unable to meet Isabella's gaze. She was helpless to deny her body's responses, her traitorous flesh responding to Isabella's touch despite her mind's protests. She felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations that were coursing through her body.

Isabella's voice was a low purr as she asked, "Have you ever tasted a woman, Ava?"

Ava shuddered, her body trembling as she slowly shook her head. "No, Mistress. I haven't."

Isabella’s eyes narrowed as she brought her fingers to Ava's lips, pressing gently against her mouth. "Then it's time you did. Open your mouth, Ava. Use your tongue to clean my fingers. Taste yourself. Taste your submission, your humiliation, your desire."

Ava obeyed, her lips parting as Isabella's fingers slipped into her mouth, the taste of her own arousal filling her senses. It was a unique, earthy flavor, a mix of salt and ruddy natural flavor of sex. The feel of Isabella's fingers in her mouth was overwhelming, the feel of Isabella’s vaginal juice slippery fingers, the feel of her expensive rings, her sharp, manicured nails, the way they demanded and coerced her. Ava tasted herself being humiliated for Isabella’s pleasure.

Tears welled up in Ava's eyes, her body shaking with sobs as she complied, her tongue swirling around Isabella's fingers, cleaning, tasting, submitting. One humiliation piled upon another. But also, a part of her, a hidden and deep part, craved to please Isabella.

Throughout this, Jacob watched the two women. His expression unreadable. He didn’t seem overly excited. He did not try to join. He watched Isabella’s capture of Ava as a man who has always had access to every physical pleasure from women. He seemed to judge Ava. Ava’s heart relentlessly quailed as the man to whom she was so attracted, to whom she wanted to restore herself was so deeply dispassionate. Ava was being humiliated to no avail.

Isabella removed her pussy and saliva soaked fingers from Ava’s mouth, circling her lips, leaving wet stains as a natural lip gloss. She gripped Ava's ass, pulling her flush against her, her hips grinding against Ava's. Her lips captured Ava's earlobe once again, her tongue invading her ear canal, the wet, hot sensation of her ear being fucked sent shivers down Ava's spine, her body trembled with a mix of fear and response.

"Ava, my dear, you are going to undress me now, " Isabella whispered into her ear. "I want to feel your hands on me, your lips, your tongue. I want you to worship and please me."

Ava’s heart quailed, but she nodded, her body trembling as she reached for Isabella's clothes, her hands shaking slightly as she began to undress the dominant woman before her. Isabella turned, and Ava unzipped her dress. Isabella stepped from it when it feel to the floor. She removed Isabella's royal blue lace bra, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Isabella's perfect, tanned body, her full, firm breasts, her hard, pinkish brown nipples, her toned stomach, her hips, and her long, lean legs. Isabella was a vision of perfection, her body flawless, her skin smooth and unmarked, her muscles toned and defined. She was a goddess, a dominant force, and Ava was in awe of her beauty, her power, her presence.

"Touch my breasts, Ava, " Isabella commanded, her voice a low, dominant growl as she took Ava's hands and placed them on her breasts. "Feel them, explore them, worship them. They own you now. Be a good girl."

Ava's hands trembled as she cupped Isabella's breasts, her fingers exploring the soft, smooth skin, the firm, full mounds, the hard, sensitive nipples. Isabella gripped the back of Ava’s head and pulled her into her breasts. With an involuntary gasp, Ava leaned in. She kissed as Isabella moved her head back and then forward, each time Ava kissing. “Use your tongue, Ava. Take me between your lips, ” said Isabella. Ava’s tongue began slipping out, to taste, to explore, to experience. She tasted the skin of Isabella’s breast, flesh, warmth, salt and expensive perfume. Ava's tongue swirled around Isabella's nipples, one after the other. Her lips sucked, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive buds, her hands kneading, massaging, exploring.

Isabella moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensations that Ava was eliciting from her body. "Yes, Ava, " she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire and dominance. "That feels so good. You are doing well. You are such a good little puppy, aren't you? You love this, don't you? You love pleasing me, submitting to me."

As Ava continued to explore and pleasure Isabella, Isabella's hands roamed over Ava's body, touching, squeezing, and pulling at the young girl’s sensitive nipples. Ava gasped as Isabella pinched her nipples hard, the pain sharp and sudden. It made her arch her back and press her breasts more firmly into Isabella's hands. Isabella’s eyes flashed with the joy of her cruelty as she twisted and pulled at Ava's nipples, eliciting gasps of pain and pleasure from the younger woman. The more Ava responded, the more Isabella applied pain.

"You like that, don't you, my little pet?" Isabella purred, her voice a low, mocking growl. "You like the pain, the pleasure, the confusion. You are mine to command. You’re a pet like King. A little puppy. Maybe not even that. Just a thing, a bauble to be enjoyed and tossed away. Isn't that right?"

Ava nodded helplessly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations that were coursing through her body. The pain in her nipples was intense, a sharp, stinging sensation that radiated out from Isabella’s fingers, spreading physically and emotionally like wildfire across her chest. But there was also pleasure, a deep, aching need that pulsed in her core, a desire to be fulfilled by pain.

"Yes, Mistress, " Ava whimpered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I am your pet...like a puppy."

Isabella smiled, a cold, dominant smile. "Good girl, Ava. Now, let us see if you can please me in other ways."

With that, Isabella directed Ava to remove the rest of her lingerie, her eyes never leaving Ava's face as she slowly slid the royal blue lace down her legs, revealing her perfect, tanned body in all its glory. Ava's eyes were drawn to the junction between Isabella's thighs, smooth and hairless. Not even a floccule was there. Isabella had obviously had her hair removed by laser. Ava kept her small blonde pubic area cleanly shaved, but that could not match Isabella’s expensive care. Ava felt a flush of embarrassing heat spread through her body. Isabella was so beautiful and Ava considered herself plain and girlish in comparison.

Jacob watch the two beautiful women standing naked together. His wife, the dream of tabloids in her sensual presence standing aside the young, athletic girl who deeply underestimated her own beauty. He did not express it, but strong desire burned within him.

Isabella looked over to Jacob with the pride of a hunter who had captured her prey, the young blonde. And with that, she wrapped her hands in Ava’s long, soft hair and pushed her to her knees. For a moment, she watched Jacob. Then, looking down at Ava’s form at her feet she said, "You're going to eat me now, Ava, " she directed. "You're going to take me into your mouth. You are going to please me. You owe me this. This and so much more."

Ava looked up at her, her heart was breaking, Isabella’s sex just inches above her face. Ava was afraid and filled with conflict. She was humiliated. Humiliated to submit to another woman. Humiliated for putting herself in this situation. Humiliated because she had no control. Humiliated to be used in front of Jacob...and King. The feminine sweep of Ava’s stunning eyes silently pleaded with Isabella not to make her do this. Not to take her. But Isabella’s voice snuffed out her hope.

“No, Ava. You have no choice. You no longer belong to yourself. You are owned now. You are my property. And I will do with my property whatever I want.” Isabella grabbed the back of Ava's head and guided her towards her sex. Ava could smell her, her musky and perfumed scent, natural and ready for sex. She hesitated for a moment, but Isabella forced her mouth to her. Ava’s heart broke as she submitted. A small sob choked in her throat as the girl she had been slipped away from her. In defeat, Ava began to lick Isabella’s pussy. Her soft, wet tongue tentatively flicked out, tasting Isabella. She tasted like her aroma. Isabella was slippery with desire. Her juices coated Ava’s tongue as she licked. She licked between the folds of Isabella’s clit. She licked on either side, discovering which touches made Isabella respond the most. She caressed Isabella’s folds with her tongue. Ava's heart hurt. She was broken. Her confusion grew, She was humiliated, her face flushed with embarrassment, but even denying it to herself she also felt a spark of something else, a spark of desire.

King watched the two bitches as the scent of sex filled the room. They were in heat, and he knew it. He watched them prepare for sex. He watched as the little bitch knelt before the Alpha. That was as things should be. The Master watched them, too. King was restless and he whined and growled as he watched them, occasionally releasing a restrained bark. Only his training and the control of his master held him in place, prevented him from taking the submissive little bitch.

"Look up at me, Ava, " Isabella commanded, her voice a low growl. "Know that you are owned while you eat me." Ava's eyes looked up, meeting Isabella's domineering, confident green eyes. Isabella’s perfect white teeth grinned mirthlessly at the girl’s hopeless situation. Ava knew that she could never be an equal to this goddess. She was property. And maybe that was proper. She was crimson with the weight of Jacob’s watching eyes, and of Kings. She endured a wave of humiliation, a sense of submission, but she also wanted to please. While gazing up at her new owner, she sucked Isabella’s clit into her mouth. “That’s right, Ava. Take me into your mouth. Fuck your mouth with my clit. Caress me with your tongue. This is where you belong.” Ava sucked on her and caressed her. Jacob enjoyed watching the pretty blonde. He enjoyed watching his wife writhe and moan as she took the girl. “Push your tongue inside of me, Ava, ” Isabella ordered. Fuck me with your tongue. Oh yes, deeper. Deeper.” Ava did her best, pushing her tongue in and out of Isabella’s vagina. Her juices filled Ava’s mouth, covered her tongue and covered her face. She tasted her mistress, drank her in. Ava was desperate in so many ways. Isabella moaned, her head falling back, her hands tangling in Ava's hair. "Yes, Ava, " she gasped. "Just like that. You're a good little pet, aren't you?"

King barked loudly.

Isabella took a small step back and looked down at Ava. Her eyes met Ava’s. The 18-year old’s confusion evident. Isabella turned her back to Ava and leaned on the arm of the sofa. “Now, my little pet, eat my ass, " she commanded. "Make deep love to it. Push your tongue into it." Ava hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. She had never even imagined anything like this before, never even thought about it. But the fight was gone from her. And she knew that she had no choice but to please Isabella. So, as Isabella spread her ass cheeks with her hands, she leaned in, and she...kissed Isabella’s ass hole with her young and innocent lips. Isabella groaned with pleasure at her touch. She kissed it over and over again, like a lover. “Use your tongue, honey. Your tongue.” Ava obeyed. Her tongue tentatively touched, tasted Isabella's ass. It tasted acrid, dirty, and foul. Ava choked, but she continued to lick her mistress’ anus. She rimmed her. The taste of Isabella’s sex mixing with that of her sex. Time and again, Ava broke inside.

Isabella moaned, her head falling back, her hands reached back to grip the back of Ava's head, pulling her closer. "Yes, Ava, " she gasped. "Just like that. You're a good girl, aren't you?" Ava felt a pang of something akin to pride. She wanted to be a good girl. She was pleasing Isabella. She continued to eat her ass, her tongue exploring, her hands gripping Isabella's hips. Isabella moaned, her body trembling, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Ava, " she gasped. "Just like that. Don't stop. Push your tongue inside of me."

The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced—a pungent, salty, slightly bitter flavor. It coated her tongue and filled her sinuses. It was a taste that was raw, primal, and utterly humiliating. Ava could feel the texture of Isabella's skin, the soft, delicate flesh giving way to the firm, tight muscle of her anus. The sensation was overwhelming, a barrage of inputs that left Ava reeling.

Ava's tongue delved deeper, exploring the crevice, tasting the natural anal lubricants and the scent of shit that lingered there. It was a raw taste, a taste that overwhelmed Ava. It tasted like it smelled. Ava could feel the vaginal juices on her chin that had trickled down, mixing with the saliva and natural anal lubricants, creating a slick, warm coating on her tongue and face. It was intense, a symphony of flavors that assaulted her senses—salt, ass sweat, a hint of metallic tang, acrid and acidic and the underlying taste of Isabella’s skin.

Ava's heart ached as she continued to explore, her tongue pushing deeper, probing, tasting, submitting. She could feel the coarseness of Isabella’s anal skin, the ridges and valleys, the soft, delicate flesh giving way to the firm, tight muscle. She could feel the pulse of Isabella's body, the rhythm of her breathing, the way her body responded to Ava's touch, the way her anus instinctively tried to devour Ava’s tongue. It was a sensation that was both intimate and degrading, a reminder of her position, of her submission, of her utter humiliation.

Isabella moaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her body and into Ava's being. "Yes, Ava, " she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire and dominance. "Just like that. You love this, don't you? You love degrading yourself for me."

After a long period of time, Isabella stepped away from the sofa and turned to face the girl once again. Wickedly she strode toward and over Ava who fell back on her elbows as Isabella hovered above her. "You're a good little play thing, Ava, " she said. "I think it's time for your reward." She pushed Ava down onto the floor onto her back with her high heel. Isabella straddled the girl’s head with her ass covering her nose. Her crotch pressed down onto Ava’s mouth.

"You will finish what you started, Ava, " It wasn’t a direction. It wasn’t even a request. It was simply a fact. "Suck on me. You will make me come." Ava hesitated for a moment before leaning in, sucking Isabella’s clit into her mouth once again.

Isabella moaned. She reached down with her fingers and took hold of Ava’s nipples. She pinched and pulled them hard and painfully. Ava cried out around Isabella’s sex, her body arching up into Isabella's painful grip. Ava was giving Isabella her pain to satisfy Isabella’s pleasure. The crying, sucking, trembling girl drove Isabella mad with desire. "Yes, Ava! Yes." she gasped. "Just like that! Don’t stop!” Ava knew that Isabella was close. She began to work hard to bring Isabella to climax. She wanted this to be done...but she also wanted to please the woman whose trust she had broken. She was so confused and broken.

Isabella writhed. Her muscles trembled with pleasure. She was gasping. Ava’s tongue and mouth worked. Her face was covered by and her mouth was filled with Isabella’s juices. She fought through the pain being inflicted on her young breasts. Isabella began to shudder and shake. Her stomach and crotch spasmed. She threw her head back in orgasmic glory and screamed. Ava’s tongue slowed. Then she began to kiss Isabella’s crotch. It seemed the right thing to do.

Mr. Wainscott and King watched the two women. The dog howled as Isabella screamed in climax.

Isabella's orgasm left her shaking, her body slick with sweat. She slid off Ava, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Good girl, Ava, " she said, her voice a low purr. Ava was left changed and confused. She had just had sex with a woman. But something else, something she didn't understand also arose within her. She felt used, humiliated, but also, in some strange way, grateful. She had pleased a woman, a powerful, dominant woman, and that was satisfying.

Isabella stood there, above Ava, for a moment, recovering from the incredible experience, coming to herself.

Then she walked over to Jacob’s desk, her form gliding on a mist of beautiful perfection.

She bent and opened a drawer. Ava, lying on the floor in exhaustion, heard the rattle of metal. Then, Isabella returned to her. In her hands was a leather collar.

“This belonged to King when he was puppy, Ava. Of course, it would not fit him now. You wanted to wear our jewelry? You will wear this! I think it will be perfect around the neck of our new little pet, our new little puppy. Don’t you think so?”

Isabella wrapped the collar around Ava’s neck. The dog tag jingled as Isabella pulled it under Ava’s hair and fastened it tightly around her neck. “There. That looks better. Of course, we will have to buy a collar and a tag just for you. But for now, this will do.”

Ava’s emotional dismay and turbulence increased. She had given herself wholly and completely to a woman. A woman who demanded everything from her. A woman whom she had betrayed and stolen from. A woman who had given her mercy by not calling the police. And now, that woman had collared her. Treated her like a pet. Treated her like her property. Isabella was able to find a thousand different way to break Ava’s heart and to diminish her. She wrapped herself on the floor, broken.

Isabella walked away from Ava to where Jacob sat. She curled into his lap. She bent down and kissed him, passionately. Ava was tired, but jealousy still sparked as Isabella curled onto the man’s lap like a kitten. She was enfolded into his strong arms.

There was no one holding Ava. Noone was comforting or loving her after her confusing, heart rending ordeal. Ava was exhausted and broken. She sat on the floor, alone.

Isabella, her body still thrumming with the aftermath of her orgasm, turned her gaze to the girl, who sat forlorn and naked on the floor, her knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped around her shins, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment, humiliation, and residual arousal. Isabella's lips curled into a smirk, a cruel, mocking twist that sent a shiver of dread down Ava's spine.

"Well, well, well, " Isabella drawled, her voice a low, mocking purr. "Look at you, my little bitch. All alone on the floor, aren't you? All used up and spent. You're nothing more than a dirty little toy, a plaything for my pleasure. You're pathetic, really. A lonely little bitch, aren't you?"

Ava's eyes welled up with tears, her vision blurring as she looked up at Isabella, her heart aching with a mix of humiliation, betrayal, and a deep, gnawing loneliness. She had never felt so alone, so used, so utterly insignificant. She was a mere plaything, a disposable object to be used and discarded at Isabella's whim. The weight of her actions, the betrayal of trust, the depths of her submission, all crashed down upon her, leaving her a sobbing, broken mess.

Isabella laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that cut through Ava like a knife. "You should see yourself, Ava. You're a pathetic little thing. You betrayed me, you betrayed Jacob, and you betrayed King. You're nothing. Less than nothing. You're a dirty little thief, a little whore, a little bitch."

Ava flinched at Isabella's words, each one a stinging slap to her already raw and bleeding ego. She knew Isabella was right. She had betrayed them all, and now she was paying the price. She was a dirty little bitch, a pathetic, lonely little thing, all alone on the floor, her body aching and sore, her heart broken and shattered.

King, sensing the tension and the shift in dynamics, began to pace, his massive body coiling with a restless energy. He sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of sex, of Ava's arousal, of Isabella's dominance. He growled low in his throat, a rumbling, menacing sound that sent shivers down Ava's spine. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. Did she really deserve this? Broken, she knew that she did.

Isabella watched King, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she turned to Jacob. "Should we let King have his turn with her, darling?” she asked Jacob. After all, she did betray him too. She stole from him, from us. But he was supposed to protect our property, but she betrayed his trust. She owes him this, doesn't she?"

Jacob nodded, a small, cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked down at Ava, his expression one of pure disdain. "Yes, let's give the dog his due. After all, Ava is nothing more than a dirty little bitch, a toy for our pleasure. Let King have his fun."

With that, Isabella released King, her voice a sharp, commanding bark. "King, release! You can have her! Show her what she has done. Show her the consequence of her betrayal."

King needed no further encouragement. He bounded over to Ava, his massive body rushing toward her, his eyes locked onto hers, his incredible strength and ferocity charging her, teeth barred, growling. He looked like a hungry demon. Ava thought he had been released to tear her limb from limb, a final deathly punishment for her crimes. Ava shrank back in terror. Her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tried to scramble away from the enormous, snarling dog. She crawled away. But King was too fast, too strong. He pounced, his massive paws pinning her down, his sharp claws digging into her soft, delicate skin, leaving red, angry welts in their wake. He captured her.

Ava screamed, a high, piercing sound of terror and pain as King's massive body pressed down on hers, his hot, rank breath washing over her, his sharp teeth bared in a snarl. He thrust forward upon her. Her crawling form was perfectly placed for him to claim her. He pulled her back toward his loins, and she suddenly understood. She looked down past her breasts and between her legs. She saw his huge cock, angry, red and glistening. Watching the two bitches, King had become uncontainable and aroused. The tip of his member was slick with pre-cum. It was unimaginably large, much longer and thicker than Ava’s forearm. He pressed it toward her. She could feel the hard, throbbing length of him, hot and insistent, attacking her, hotly hitting her thigh. It was a promise of the degradation and pain to come.

Ava’s panic redoubled "Please, King, No!" Ava begged crying out to uncaring ears. "Please, don't! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Ava began to babble in her fear and revulsion.

But King was beyond reason, beyond mercy. He was a beast, a predator, and Ava was his prey. With a low, menacing growl, he pulled her fleeing form to him, his paws digging into her hips, holding her in place as he positioned himself behind her.

Ava could feel the broad, blunt head of him pressing against her, the hot, slick tip probing, seeking entry. She whimpered, a soft, pathetic sound of terror and resignation as she felt the sharp tip of him find her and force her open to him. Once he found his prize, he pushed into her, the broad, thick length of him stretching her, filling her, invading her in the most primal, degrading way possible. The sensation was unlike anything Ava had ever experienced or imagined. It was a sharp, burning, stretching sensation, a brutal, relentless invasion that left her gasping and sobbing, her body convulsing with the force of it. She tried to wriggle away from him, but he held her. His muscles strong. King was huge, his length and girth overwhelming, his entrance was a brutal, punishing stretch that felt like her skin was tearing, her flesh rending to accommodate his massive size.

Ava’s desperate eyes went to Isabella and Mr. Wainscott, “Please, please, not this! Not this! Please, I will do anything for you! I’m yours! You own me! But please, not this!” Ava wailed.

“Yes, we do own you, you pathetic little bitch!” Isabella hissed. Her hand had fallen to Jacob’s lap. She was stroking him. Her fingers wrapped his large member. Isabella wanted Jacob to have full gratification as this girl was defiled. She wanted him to take pleasure from Ava’s anguish. Her skilled touch made sure that he would. His breathing showed that he did. “Take your new lover. Take your new master. Take your new King.”

King continued to work to press his huge mass of a dick into Ava’s innocent, tight sex. He grunted and panted, his body tensing with the effort as he forced his way into her, his hips moving in short, powerful thrusts that drove him deeper and deeper into her resisting and unwilling body. Ava screamed from the pain. She could feel every inch of him, the ridged, veined length of his shaft, the hot, pulsing heat of him, the wet, slick friction as he moved in and out of her, the coarse, rough fur of his body against her soft, delicate skin. It was degrading, humiliating, a brutal reminder of her place, of her submission, of her utter worthlessness. A man would have stopped, but King demanded that she take the full length of him. With every plunge forward more of his dick was lubricated, he drove deeper and deeper. Stretching Ava’s muscles, and her vagina. His cock moved her organs aside and bruised her, tearing her.

The pain was intense, a sharp, burning, stretching sensation that radiated out from her core, spreading like wildfire through her body. Tears rolled down her pretty, high cheekbones. Snot ran from her nose. She could feel the tears in her flesh, the way her body was forced to stretch and accommodate his massive size, the way her inner muscles were forced to relax and give way to his relentless invasion. It was a sensation that was excruciating and overwhelming, a bestial act that reduced her to the level of an animal, a bitch in heat, a plaything for King's pleasure.

King began to pump in and out of her, his hips moving in a relentless, rhythmic motion that drove him deeper and deeper into her willing body. The sensation was impossibly painful. It was a deep, penetrating, invasive feeling, a brutal, an eternal pounding that left her gasping and sobbing, her body convulsing with the force of it. King's cock pressed into her deeply enough that she could feel it to her rib cage, the broad, thick head of him invading her, conquering her, claiming her as his own. She could feel the way it stretched and tried to invade her cervix, the way her body was forced to accommodate his massive size, the way her inner muscles were forced to relax and give way to his relentless invasion.

Again and again, Ava tried to escape, to crawl away from the punishing thrusts, but King was incensed at the little bitch’s rebellion. With a ferocious, menacing growl, he clamped his sharp teeth and jaws around the back of her neck, his massive jaws engulfing her, his teeth digging into her flesh, holding her in place as he continued to take his pleasure from her body. By will or by force she would submit to him. His predatory bite created new terror in Ava. It was a brutal, dominating hold that left her helpless, her body shaking with sobs, her mind a whirl of humiliation, degradation, and utter submission.

King began to pound into Ava with his full length, pulling it out, nearly withdrawing it before plunging it into her again. It’s gigantic length hit her in her depths again and again, knocking the breath from her, making her gasp to take air into lungs that refused to breath.

The terror went on and on, Ava lost track of the time. King fucking his little bitch, interminable time. He loved the feel of her soft skin tightly, so tightly embracing him. He loved the feel of the stroke. He loved the sounds of her sobs and her submission. He was powerful. He had needs. He wanted to breed this human bitch. He protected her. He deserved to have her. She was his. King continued to pump in and out of her, in her dizzy torment, something unbelievable began to occur. It felt like King was growing, getting even bigger! Her pain and agony increased. The base of his cock was expanding into her. She didn’t know it, but what she felt was the growth of the dog’s knot inside of her. It swelled impossibly. It expanded, locking them together, sealing their connection, binding her to him. It was another new terror. It was a deep, invasive feeling that left Ava gasping and sobbing, her body convulsing with the force of it. She could feel the way it stretched her, the way it filled her, the way it held her captive, a prisoner to King's pleasure, his dominance, his control.

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, King threw his head back and howled, a primal, victorious sound that echoed through the room as he found his release. Ava could feel him pulsing inside of her, the hot, wet spurts of his seed filling her, coating her insides, marking her as his. She was being bred by a dog. It was a surreal, otherworldly sensation, the feel of his burning hot, salt semen filling her, the way it coated her, the way it was held in by his knot, every heavy, filling squirting pulse a testament to his dominance, his conquest, his claim on her body, her soul, her very being.

And the entire time, the Wainscott’s watched Ava’s dehumanization, her deflowering to an animal. They took pleasure from it. Ava’s pain. The Wainscott’s pleasure. Ava was ashamed, debased before them.

King's semen, hot and potent, began their journey, swimming, wriggling, fighting to reach Ava's eggs, to impregnate her, to claim her as their own. It was a primal, biological imperative, an eternal force of nature that sought to create new life, to continue the cycle, to conquer and dominate. She was the submissive recipient of their need.

But King's pleasure was not yet spent. With a low, satisfied growl, he began to move again, his body still locked to Ava's, his knot holding them together as he continued to thrust, to move, to take his pleasure from her body, to enjoy the feel of her around him. Ava sobbed, her body aching, her spirit broken as she endured his relentless, unyielding taking, her tears mixing with the sweat and fluids that coated her body, her face, her hair.

The Wainscotts watched the coupling, Isabella’s eyes gleaming with amusement and satisfaction as she took in the sight of Ava's degradation, her humiliation, her utter submission. "Look at you, my little bitch, " she mocked, her voice a low, cruel purr. "Look at you, fucked by a dog. You're nothing more than a dirty little bitch, a worthless little toy, a plaything for our pleasure. You should be honored, Ava. King has claimed you, marked you as his own. You are his bitch, his property, his to use, his to fuck, his to breed. You are less than nothing, Ava. Less than a dog. You are a dirty little thief, a dirty little whore, and now, you are a dirty little bitch, used and discarded, fucked and forgotten."

Ava sobbed, her body wracked with the force of her emotions, her spirit broken, her heart shattered as she endured King's relentless, unyielding taking. She was his bitch, his property, his to use, his to fuck, his to breed. She was less than a dog, less than an animal, less than a plaything. She was nothing, a dirty little bitch, a worthless, disposable object, a toy for their pleasure, a vessel for King's seed, a vessel for his pleasure, a vessel for his dominance, his control, his conquest.

And as King finally, reluctantly dismounted, his body still twitching with the aftermath of his pleasure, Ava collapsed onto the floor, her body aching, her spirit broken, her heart shattered, her tears flowing freely. They were still knotted together. As King walked away, he drug poor Ava behind him. Annoyed he turned and nipped at her ass. She didn’t even cry out. She was beyond the reaction.

Eventually, King’s knot began to subside. He pulled from Ava, she felt the pop of his knot and the long removal of his dick abandoning her abused sex. Ava curled into a ball, her sobs wracking her body, her mind a whirl of humiliation, degradation, and utter, complete submission.

Isabella laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that cut through Ava like a knife. "Look at you, my little bitch. All used up, all spent, all alone. You're nothing more than a dirty little toy, a plaything for our pleasure. You're pathetic, really. A lonely little bitch, aren't you? All alone on the floor, your body aching, your spirit broken, your heart shattered. You're less than nothing, Ava. Less than nothing."

King moved to a corner of the room. He bent over and began to lick himself. Ava’s emotions began to release from her. She thought...hoped that her ordeal was over. Mr. Wainscott was being pleasured by Isabella. Ava had brought the dominant woman to climax. King had taken her. The scent of her sex and terror filled the room.

“What are you doing, Ava!?! How dare you!?!” Shouted Isabella. Ava stared in confused incomprehension at the challenge. She didn’t know what she was doing wrong!

“Look at poor King! How dare you leave him to clean himself. That is your job! Crawl over to him and clean him. Clean him with your mouth! Are you really so stupid!?! Don’t you dare cross me. Do it! Crawl over to him and clean your lover.” Isabella’s demands came so fast that Ava couldn’t think. She was tired and broken.

Ava, her body trembling with a mix of fear, anticipation, and resignation, crawled to King, the massive dog who lay on his side, his powerful body still twitching with the aftermath of his recent climax. His member, though spent, was still semi-erect and coated in a mixture of Ava's near virgin blood, her vaginal secretions, and his own potent seed. He stopped licking himself as Ava approached. The scent in the room was a pungent, musky aroma, a raw and primal smell that filled Ava's senses. It was overwhelming and made her dizzy. It was the smell of her defeat. King looked at Ava with a dominant, almost bored expression, as if to say, "Well, what are you waiting for, bitch?" His eyes held a glint of amusement and dominance, a clear indication that he was in control and that Ava was merely a plaything for his pleasure.

Without even fighting, she bent down and began to lick the slime from King’s glistening cock. She tasted herself, her vaginal juices mixed with his salty cum and her own blood. She ran her tongue up his long 14” length. Her tongue leaving a trail of saliva mixing with the wet evidence of their sex together. Again, and again, Ava licked King’s cock, debasing herself for the pleasure of the dog.

“Kiss the tip, Ava, ” Isabella’s sultry whisper floated to her. “Kiss it. Make love to it with your mouth.”

Ava kissed the tip of King’s dick. It was huge and thick. Ava’s fingers wrapped around his girth, unable to encircle it entirely, both hands could hardly encircle his heavy tool. Time and again, Ava licked the length of the cock, from base to tip. Then she would take the tip between her soft lips, kissing, kissing, kissing. King’s cock was growing, filling with blood, becoming hard again. King was young and strong and could do this over and over.

"Take his cock into your mouth, Ava, " Isabella commanded, her voice a low, mocking purr. "Show him how much you appreciate his attention. Lick him clean, you little bitch. Make him hard again. You owe him."

Ava's face was covered with Isabella’s cum. Her mouth was filled with Isabella’s vaginal juices. To King, Ava’s face and mouth smelled like a female, smelled like a pussy, a pussy in heat that needed to be fucked. The aroma drove King wild. Obeying Isabella, unaware of her danger, Ava opened her mouth and took King inside. He was huge. Ava’s mouth stretched around him. Her small mouth was able to take hardly any of him into her, but she tried. She submitted and she tried.

Isabella, watching the scene with a mix of amusement and dominance, dropped to her knees beside Jacob, her eyes locked on the scene before her as she began to kiss his already hard cock with her mouth. Wrapping her tongue around the tip. Her blowjob was a skilled and loving act, her tongue and lips working in harmony to elicit moans of pleasure from her husband.

"Jacob, my love, " Isabella purred, her voice a low, husky growl as she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief and love. "Let me please you. Let me make you feel good."

Jacob, his hands tangling in Isabella's hair, held her to him as his hips began to move in a rhythmic dance, beginning to slip into her mouth. "Fuck, Isabella, " he moaned, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Your mouth is incredible. You feel so fucking good. I love you so much."

Isabella pulled back slightly, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she responded, "Do I, my love? You taste so good, Jacob. I could suck you all day. Your cock is so hard, so big. It fills my mouth perfectly. I love the way you fuck my mouth, the way you take control, the way you make me yours."

With that, she took him deeply into her mouth, her head bobbing as she sucked and licked, her hands working in tandem with her mouth, stroking, squeezing, pleasing. Jacob's responses were immediate and intense, his body trembling with each skilled stroke, each suction, each loving lick. He ran his hands through her hair, holding her to him, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that mirrored King's merciless rape of Ava.

Meanwhile, King, his arousal building, decided he wanted more than just Ava's mouth on his cock. He wanted to conquer her, to dominate her completely. He wanted, needed to fuck this bitch again. He stood and rose up, his massive body loomed over Ava, his eyes locked onto hers with an intense, dominating gaze. He let out a low, menacing growl, a clear command for Ava to submit to him.

Ava, terrorized, looked up at King, her eyes wide with panic and defeat. Her lips remained wrapped around King’s cock. She knew she was powerless to fight the massive animal. King rose to his hind legs and wrapped his huge paws behind Ava’s head. She could feel the force of his paws pulling her face toward him, pulling her resisting mouth onto his dick. Impaling her. His claws dug into her scalp, holding her in place as he positioned his cock at her mouth in the best location to slide more deeply into her. She could smell the musk of his arousal, the scent of her own pussy on his cock, a humiliating reminder of their previous encounter. Pussies were meant to be fucked, and King intended to fuck her pussy smelling mouth.

"That's it, little bitch, " King seemed to say, his eyes never leaving Ava's as he began to push his cock more deeply into her mouth. "Take it. Take all of it. You're mine to command, mine to use, mine to fuck."

Ava could feel the broad, blunt head of him pressing past her lips, the force of his thrusts pushing him deeper and deeper into her mouth, despite her body's protests. Her jaws ached as they were stretched wide to accommodate his massive girth, the muscles in her cheeks burning with the effort to keep her mouth open.

King's cock, lubricated with a mix of Ava's vaginal juices, Isabella's fluids, and his own pre-cum, pushed easily into her mouth and into her throat with a sickening, irresistible wetness. Ava could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, the musk of his arousal, the faint, coppery hint of her own blood, a testament to the brutality of their prior fucking. She could feel the stretch of her jaws, the ache in her muscles as they were forced to accommodate his massive size, the way her throat constricted and relaxed in a futile attempt to expel the invader.

He applied gentle pressure at first, testing her resistance. Ava's lips continued to spread involuntarily forced to accommodating him, her breath hitched as she felt the first probe of his invasion. As he began to enter her throat, she tried to push against him, her hands pressing against his chest, her body tensing as she attempted to resist the inevitable.

But King was relentless, his dominance unyielding. He pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping deeply into her throat. Ava’s pretty lips were stretched, actually stretched around the beast’s cock. The initial invasion met with a gag reflex that caused Ava to choke and sputter. Her hands moved to his shaft, her fingers wrapping around the thick base, attempting to control the depth of his penetration. But King was having none of it. He growled, a low, threatening sound that sent shivers of fear Ava's spine, and pushed forward with more force, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he began to fuck her mouth and her throat.

The dog tag jingled as King moved in and out of her mouth, mocking the girl and her status. Ava gagged. The spasms of her throat massaged King’s dick. It made King feel incredible. Then, King’s cock, stretching Ava’s throat, met the tightly wrapped pressure of the dog collar. The leather around Ava’s neck proved an unyielding constraint to King’s invasion. But it was a barrier that King intended to overcome. If the collar would not give way, Ava's flesh must yield. King could feel the resistance, the way Ava's throat constricted around him, the way her body fought against the invasion. It was a challenge, a test of his dominance, and he was determined to win. He growled, a low, dominant sound, and pushed forward with more force, his hips moving in a relentless, punishing rhythm. His paws drew her head forward impaling the poor girl.

Ava's jaws ached as they were stretched wide to accommodate King's massive girth. The muscles in her cheeks burned with the effort to keep her mouth open, her teeth dug into her lips as she tried to resist the invasion. She could feel the stretch, the burn, the sheer impossible width of him as inch by inch he forced his way past her collar, the leather digging into her flesh, leaving red, angry welts in its wake. The moment King conquered the collar, it popped past. One moment his dick was pushing against the barrier. It was bending with the force he was applying within the girl. And then...pop! His dick straightened and four more inches jolted down her gagging gullet. It past the collar with an intensely painful jolt. King howled with demonic pleasure. Her throat constricted and relaxed in a futile attempt to expel the invader, the muscles spasming as they tried to push King's cock out, to reject the intrusion.

Jacob watched the girl on her hands and knees, struggling against the incessant invasion of the dog standing on his hind legs above her. He saw the bulge of King’s dick as the dog shoved it down the pretty blonde’s throat. “Oh, god, Isabella. You are an artist.”

King, sensing Ava's resistance, growled, a low, threatening sound that seemed to vibrate through Ava's very being. He pushed forward with more force, his hips pushing. He was relentless. Ava's hands continued to push against his chest, her fingers digging into his fur as she tried to push him away, to escape the relentless onslaught. But King was immovable, a solid wall of muscle and dominance that brooked no argument, no resistance. King’s dick, lubricated with Ava’s juices from her fucking, from Isabella’s juices in Ava’s mouth and with her own saliva was an irresistible force. Ava’s muscles, her throat and flesh was compressed and stretched at the same time accommodating the invader. King pressed his dick deeper and deeper into Ava’s throat, down, down her esophagus and into her stomach. King would not stop driving himself into Ava until all of him was in her. He pushed and fucked in and out until Ava’s lips were pressed firmly into the flesh of his pelvis. He held her there with his paws pressed against the back of her head. Ava gagged and convulsed around him helplessly massaging the dog’s dick. She could truly barely breath, catching small gasps through her nose when he pulled out enough to do so. Ava’s mouth, throat, body was impaled on this demon. And King loved it.

The sensation for King was one of sheer ecstasy, a deep, primal satisfaction that resonated through his being. He could feel every inch of Ava wrapped around him, the soft, wet heat of her mouth, the way her tongue moved, to him was a soft coaxing and reward to his might. He felt the tight, constricting sensation of her helpless throat as he pushed deeper. He drove his dick in and out of her. Once defeated, passing the collar was no longer a problem. It’s tightness was a torture to Ava, but a pleasure to him. It was a sensation that was almost too much to bear, a primal, overwhelming need that drove him to take more, to claim more of her. He could feel the way her throat constricted around him, the way her body fought against the invasion, and it only spurred him on, fueled his dominance, his need to conquer, to claim, to own. He wanted this pleasure to last forever and he controlled himself delaying his orgasm for a long time as he fiercely took Ava, her dignity, her mouth, her throat, her body.

Ava's panic was palpable, her body trembling with the effort to breathe, to survive the relentless onslaught. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, the snot running from her nose, the saliva dripping from her chin. Her body ached, her mind a whirl of humiliation, degradation, and utter submission. Again and again, she was broken, her spirit shattering with each forceful thrust, each relentless invasion. She tried to push against him, her hands pressing against his chest, her body tensing as she attempted to resist the inevitable. But King was relentless, his dominance unyielding. He pushed forward and back. His movements became more and more violent, he hammered the girl’s throat until it was raw from his bestial taking. Her head was being beaten against his chest. Time and again, Ava felt his dick push through her, down her esophagus. She felt her tummy bulging with his invasion. The Vegas nerve within her raw and responding to his relentless fucking.

King's hips moved in a brutal, punishing rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of Ava's mouth with a wet, sucking sound that filled the room. The collar continuously abraded Ava’s elegant neck as his cock passed through again and again. His huge balls slapped her chin with every forward thrust. Her nose was buried in the fur of his stomach as his great paws forced her head into him time after time.

The rape of Ava's mouth, her throat, was absolute.

"Please, King, " Ava begged in her mind, her soul a pleading whimper between thrusts. "Please, I can't breathe. I won’t survive. My jaws, my throat, it's too much. I can't..." Ava felt herself beginning to black out, darkness creeping around her eyes.

But King was beyond reason, beyond mercy. He was a beast, a predator, and Ava was his prey. With a low, menacing growl, he held her head in place fucking her face over and over again, interminably, his hips moving in a relentless, brutal rhythm. His monster cock sheathed in her throat.

Jacob, watching the scene, his own pleasure building, moaned, "Fuck, that's hot, Isabella. Seeing King fuck Ava's throat like that. It's so fucking primal, so raw. I love it. I love you. Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around me.”

Isabella, her mouth full of Jacob's cock, hummed in contended response, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through Jacob's body. She could feel his pleasure building, his body tensing, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew he was close, and she was determined to push him over the edge, to make him lose control, to make him hers completely.

With a final, ferocious thrust, King ripped himself into Ava's throat, holding her there, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. His seed, hot and potent, jetted from him in gushing pump after gushing pump, his giant balls filled her stomach directly. The semen flowed back up her throat, it filled her sinuses. It poured from her nose in wave after wave as each pulsing gush from his cock was forced up through her and out of her nose, his endless stream pumped over and over again into her, each orgasmic spasm causing another wave of semen to seek escape. His cum coated her face, her hair, her body. It fell down her dog dick filled mouth and lips down her neck, onto her girlish breasts. It fell in thick clumps onto the floor. Ava was drowning in her misery and King’s cum. She was trying to swallow King’s cum around his member, into her already cock and dog semen filled stomach.

His knot was swelling again as he held Ava close. She fought ferociously, futilely in King’s iron grip. He held her head in place as his knot swelled in her mouth. Her already stretched jaws were pushed more and more widely and painfully apart. She struggled, but her jaws were no match for the irresistible force of his knot. Ava's jaws, stretched impossibly wide, they ached and burned, the muscles protesting, the ligaments strained and popped as they were forced to accommodate his massive size. The pain was intense, a sharp, burning sensation that radiated out from her jaws, spreading like wildfire through her skull, her neck, her shoulders. It was an excruciating sensation, a brutal, impossible act that left her gasping and sobbing, her body convulsing with the force of it.

The sensation for King was one of sheer ecstasy, a deep, primal satisfaction that resonated through his being. He could feel every inch of Ava, the soft, wet heat of her mouth, the way her throat constricted around him, milking him, drawing him deeper. It was a pleasure that was almost too much to bear, an overwhelming need that drove him to take more, to claim more of her. He rocked his cock slowly back and forth inside of her, his balls resting on her delicate chin.

King growled and grunted with contentment. “Fuck, Ava, ” he seemed to say, "You feel so fucking good. Your throat is so tight, so wet. I'm going to fill you up, little bitch. I'm going to breed you over and again. I will make you mine forever."

Ava's emotions were a mix of terror, humiliation, and twisted sense of fulfillment in her submission. She could feel King's knot swelling, the burning, stretching sensation as he held her in place, his seed filling her, coating her, marking her as his own. She felt used, objectified, reduced to a mere vessel for a dog’s pleasure, his seed. And yet, there was a part of her that thrilled at his dominance, the power, the sheer primal force of it all. Her emotions were scattered and treacherous.

Jacob, watching King's domination of Ava, felt his own pleasure reaching a crescendo. "I'm close, Isabella, " he moaned, his voice a low, desperate growl. "You feel so fucking good. I love you so fucking much. I'm going to cum so hard."

Isabella, her own pleasure building from the sight and sounds of King and Ava, redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing faster, her suction stronger, her hands working in tandem with her mouth, stroking, squeezing, pleasing. She wanted to make him lose control, to make him hers completely.

"Cum for me, Jacob, " Isabella moaned, her voice a low, desperate plea. "Cum in my mouth, my love. I want to taste you, to feel you, to be yours completely."

With a final, shuddering thrust, Jacob found his release, his seed spilling into Isabella's waiting mouth, her throat working to milk him, to draw every last drop from him. Isabella, her eyes locked on Jacob's, took his seed with a sense of joy and pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of the experience, her heart swelling with love and domination.

"Isabella, " Jacob moaned her name, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. "Your mouth is wonderful. Soft and beautiful. I love you so fucking much. You're my everything."

Isabella, her mouth full of Jacob's semen, cooed with pleasure. Jacob loved her voice. It sent emotional fulfilment through him. She swallowed every last drop, her mouth throat working to ensure that nothing was wasted. She squeezed every drop from his shaft with her gentle fingers. Her eyes looked up to him, her love for him overcoming her.

Meanwhile, Ava's belly was full and distended with King's salty, viscous cum. She could feel it, the heavy, warm weight of it, the way it coated her insides, the way it seemed to seep into her very being, marking her, claiming her, making her his. The sensation was one of defeat, of absolute submission. She had been taken by this dog, completely and utterly, her body, her soul, her very being. She was his bitch, his property, his to use, his to fuck, his to breed.

King, his pleasure spent, moved his paws from Ava’s head to her shoulders resting them there. His knot was caught in her mouth, filling every crevasse. Ava’s jaws were spread wide. She couldn’t move. He couldn’t pull himself from her mouth and her mouth stuck around him. The girl was impaled on the dog. King continued to rock gently, feeling Ava’s throat around him. He just stood above his lover enjoying the sensation of her.

Gradually, King’s knot receded. When it was small enough he slowly pulled out of Ava's throat. She felt him pull from her stomach, pull up through her throat, leaving it open and distended as he withdrew. She felt him pull past her collar and into her mouth. She tasted the flavor of her own bile mixed with the taste of sex and dog cum. For King, the sensation of his cock sliding out of her tight, wet throat was almost as pleasurable as the act of taking her. He could feel her spasm, the way her throat struggled to release its hold of him, her gentle sobs, milked him of every last drop of his seed as he pulled from her throat and dropped out of her mouth. It was a sensation that sent shivers of pleasure through his canine body, an animalistic satisfaction that resonated through his being. Ava could barely move her jaws enough to close her mouth. Her throat had been fucked raw inside and out. Her lips were cut from the pounding against her teeth. As King fell from her mouth. She fell to the floor. King, moved against the wall and lay with his head in his paws. Contented for now.

Isabella, watching the scene with a mix of amusement and dominance, mocked Ava, her voice a low, cruel purr. "Look at you, my little bitch. All used up, all spent, all alone. You're nothing more than a dirty little dog toy, a plaything for our pleasure. You should be honored, Ava. King has claimed you, marked you as his own. You are his bitch, his property, his to use, his to fuck, his to breed. You are less than nothing, Ava. Less than a dog. You are a dirty little thief, a dirty little whore, and now, you are a dirty little bitch, used and discarded, fucked and forgotten."

Ava, her body aching, her spirit broken, her heart shattered, curled into a ball on the floor, her sobs wracking her body, her tears flowing freely. She felt used, objectified, reduced to a mere plaything for their pleasure, a vessel for King's seed, a tool for Isabella's domination, a pawn in their twisted game of power and control. Her defeat was complete, her submission utter, her humiliation absolute. She was a dirty little bitch, a worthless, disposable object, a toy for their pleasure, a vessel for King's seed, a vessel for his pleasure, a vessel for his dominance, his control, his conquest. And as she lay there, gasping for air, broken and alone, her body used and bruised, she knew that her ordeal was far from over, that her betrayal, her submission, her humiliation, her degradation, were but the beginning of her journey into the dark, twisted world of Isabella and Jacob Wainscott.

Isabella rose, taking Jacob by the hand, she led him to the sofa. They sat there, Jacob’s arm protectively around Isabella, she leaned into his chest. They watched Ava curled on the floor, abandoned and alone. Ava’s heart ached to be comforted. She needed care after her ordeal. She cast about on a dark sea of despair alone as she wept. She was Isabella’s masterpiece of emotional oblivion.

After a while, Isabella snapped her fingers and said to her, “Ava, come.” She snapped her fingers again and pointed at the floor at her feet. Ava blinked, reluctant. Afraid of what was to come next. But she knew that she could not disobey. Painfully, she got to her hands and knees and crawled to Isabella, to her feet. She hung her head low. Isabella reached out and pulled Ava to her legs, pressed her used and naked body to them. Isabella slowly began to stroke Ava’s hair, fouled though it was. Ava was shocked by Isabella’s gentleness. She began to relax. She continued to sob quietly, but this time it was with relief. Ava wrapped her hands around Isabella’s calves, clinging to her like a drowning woman. Isabella continued to pet Ava softly. “Shhh. Hush now. Hush. You may rest now.” Ava needed the comfort after the fear, after the agony, after the unbearable humiliation. Her heart began to cling to Isabella, to bind to her, to need her out of abandoned desperation. It wasn’t something that she thought about. It was just something that happened.

“I love you, Mistress, ” she croaked through her torn throat and through her tears.

“I know, my pet. I know, ” Isabella replied. “Tomorrow, we will call your mother and let her know that you will be staying with us...as our maid. She will be so proud of you.”

Ava didn’t say anything, she simply knew that this was reality. Something that she had no choice about.

Isabella snapped her fingers again, and King came to them. He lay down at the feet of Isabella and Jacob. The four of them were there, together. Jacob and Isabella on the sofa. King and Ava at their feet.

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Afterward:

The bell above the door of the pet shop chimed merrily as it swung open, announcing the arrival of two strikingly beautiful women. Andy, the clerk behind the register, looked up from his magazine, his eyes widening in surprise and appreciation. The first woman to enter was a stunning brunette with green eyes that sparkled with an air of authority and sophistication. She was dressed in a rich, cream and blue designer dress that flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her curves and exuding an aura of wealth and power. Andy thought he might have seen her in a magazine; she had that kind of recognizable, yet elusive, fame.

Following closely behind was a younger blonde, her beauty equally striking but in a more innocent, almost ethereal way. She wore a tight-fitting black dress that plunged just below her breasts, the sheer lace material covering her arms and torso, clinging to her body like a second skin. Andy recognized her immediately. Ava. They had gone to school together since middle school, and he had been secretly in love with her ever since. Ava was different from the other popular girls; she was kind, humble, and always seemed unaware of her own beauty and the effect she had on people.

"Welcome to Pet Paradise!" Andy greeted, his voice steady despite the flutter in his chest. "How can I help you lovely ladies today?"

The brunette smiled, a cool, dominant smile that sent a shiver down Andy's spine. "We're just browsing for now, thank you."

The two women walked through the store, their heels clicking on the linoleum floor, drawing the attention of every male customer present. They turned down the aisle stocked with dog supplies, collars, and leashes. Andy watched them from his position at the register, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of Ava's firm, round ass swaying gently as she walked.

"Well, my pet, I think that King will like this collar. It’s perfect on a little bitch like you." Isabella's was firm and confident.

"Yes, mistress, " came a voice soft, hoarse, and slightly subdued, a stark contrast to Isabella's strong, commanding tone.

“Lift your hair. Hold still a moment. I will clasp it around you.” The whisper of nylon and the faint click of metal came from the aisle.

Andy listened to their conversation, his curiosity piqued. He had never seen Ava like this before—submissive, almost timid. It was a side of her he hadn't known existed, and it intrigued him.

The two women left the aisle, and Andy's eyes were drawn to Ava as she walked back towards the front of the store. She was carrying dog bowls, and strangely, she was now wearing a pink dog collar around her neck. The sight was jolting, and Andy felt a mix of desire and confusion. What was going on?

Isabella approached the dog tag engraving machine, her fingers moving deftly over the keyboard as she inputted the information. Ava stood a couple of feet behind her, her head turned downward, her body language one of submission and defeat. The machine hummed to life, the sound of etching filling the air, followed by the clink of a completed tag dropping into the delivery tray.

Isabella picked up the tag and walked towards the checkout counter, Ava following closely behind her. Isabella dropped a chain leash with a pink handle onto the counter and told Ava to put her items there too. Andy's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Ava's body. The sheer lace material of her dress left little to the imagination, and he could clearly see the shape of her breasts, the small, hard pink nipples pressing against the fabric. Ava's face was crimson, her embarrassment palpable as she stood there, collared and exposed, under Andy's gaze.

"Hello, Ava, " Andy said, his nervous voice barely above a whisper. "I haven’t seen you since graduation."

Ava looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. "Hi, Andy. I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy.” She looked furtively at Isabella.

Isabella smiled, a knowing, dominant smile. "Ava, lift your chin so Andy can scan your collar."

Andy smiled and reached out, his fingers brushing against Ava's soft skin as he grabbed the ring on her collar, pulling her gently forward. He scanned the collar, his eyes never leaving Ava's body, taking in every detail, every curve, every inch of her exposed skin. He put the items on the counter into a bag, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Ava.

Isabella reached into her purse and pulled out the small, shiny dog tag. She placed it on the counter with a clink, the metal cold and unyielding against the Formica surface. Andy's eyes were drawn to the tag, and he read the inscription aloud, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and superiority.

""L'il Anal Ava, "" he read, his eyes scanning the other side of the tag. ""Property of King."" He looked up at Ava, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is this your tag, Ava?"

Ava's eyes widened in shock and horror as she realized what Andy had read. “L’il Anal Ava” Andy had read aloud. She nodded, her voice a mere whisper, still coarse from the abuse her throat took yesterday. She couldn’t look Andy in the eye as she responded, "Yes, that's my tag."

Isabella smiled, a knowing, dominant smile. "Ava, let Andy attach your tag to your collar."

Andy reached out, his fingers again, deliberately brushing against Ava's soft skin as he took the tag from Isabella and attached it to Ava's collar. His own hands shook with uncontrolled excitement. And he could feel the tremor in her body, the mix of humiliation and submission that radiated from her. It was intoxicating, and he felt a surge of power and dominance. His hands brushed against Ava’s breasts under the sheer fabric as he brought them down and back.

"There you go, my little pet. All set, " Isabella said, her voice laced with satisfaction and dominance.

Andy smirked, a feeling of superiority washing over him as he took in Ava's predicament. She was a pet, a plaything, and the realization sent a thrill of excitement through him. He had always wanted her and had always loved her from afar. But his love for her fell away as he considered her differently, but his absolute lust for Ava grew. His old feelings were replaced by a desire to dominate, to control. She was a little fuck doll.

Isabella then reached into the bag and removed the leash. She fastened it to the ring on Ava’s collar.

“Get our things and come.” Isabella began to walk quickly toward the door, her heels clicking across the linoleum. Ava scrambled to pick up the bag, her movements hurried and clumsy as she tried to keep up with Isabella and the pull of the leash, Ava stumbling on her own high heels as she was dragged along. The tag on her collar jingled as she moved. The bell chimed again as the door swung shut behind them, leaving Andy alone in the store, his mind racing with the events that had just unfolded.

Ava felt a mix of humiliation and sensuality as she walked out of the store, her body on display, her collar and leash a constant reminder of her submission. She had felt Andy's eyes on her, could sense his desire, his lust, and it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She was a pet, a plaything, and...she loved every minute of it. The tag around her neck, the one that proclaimed her as "L'il Anal Ava, Property of King, " was a debasing reminder of her new role, her new identity. She was owned, she was used, and she was loved for it.