Sara the Puppy Girl

JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.

Chapter Eleven

       Sara knelt on her bound stumps for legs and waited for the man. There was a lot of temptation to turn around and see what he was gathering from the cabinets, but she knew it wouldn’t be good. She feared that if she turned he would get angry again, and Sara was willing to do almost anything to avoid that. So she just sat and faced the big dog crate and the wall beyond it. Her jaw still ached and she could feel drool pooling up under her tongue.

       She felt a pang of fear though when she heard the man’s steps approach her from behind. From beyond her field of view, he reached in front of her and placed a small plastic fishing tackle box on top of the pink cage. While looming over her from behind, he reached around to her throat and she heard a little click as he attached something to the small metal ring on her high collar. He then walked around to the front of her and sat on the ledge of the crate, revealing a short pink leash that ran from his hand to her neck. He was not fucking around when it came to treating her like an animal. He was so big that it seemed he could break the plastic cage with only his weight.

       “I bet you’re wondering what I’m going to do now” he said with a gentle voice. “You’re not going to like this, Baby Girl, but it’s necessary for a puppy to have certain things. If you’re missing just one of those things then you’re not really a puppy.” The man gathered up the leash and wound it around his right leg and tied it off, making it impossible for Sara to back away from him.

       “Please stop!” she cried out, “I’m so scared, please don’t hurt me anymore!” Her words came out as a jumble of sounds that were impossible to understand, and her voice was wracked with sobs and chokes which only made it worse.

       “I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that, Bitch” he replied. “Dogs don’t talk, and you’re my beautiful little puppy girl now.” He grabbed the leash close to her throat and reeled her in close, while also looming over to meet her up close. Sara shook in fear as his face was a mere six inches from her own. The mans massive hand cupped her face beneath the throat and squeezed in her cheeks to hold her face still. “You DO want to be my Puppy, DON’T you?” Sara didn’t know how to respond, and she was to afraid to move or look away. The man held her firmly though. “DON’T you?” He asked again, with a mean look in his big dark eyes. Sara’s eyes exploded with warm tears as she nodded to the man, and let out a whiney groan of approval. The man pushed her face away and sat back up. He was so tall, even just sitting down.

       “Good Girl. Well if you want to be my little pet so badly, then I suppose it’s time that we finish getting you dressed.” Sara let out another groan. What else could this man possibly have to put on her? She couldn’t move her legs, couldn’t use her fingers, couldn’t breathe, move her head, close her mouth, or take her hair out of their pigtails. What could he possible have forgotten?

       The man smiled down at her and then turned away to open the tackle box. He then turned back and held out to show her, turning it over a few times to let her see it’s shape. It was some kind of a big metal ring with four metal prongs extending from four opposite sides. Between each pair of prongs there was a leather strap which was alarming for Sara. Her gaze left the ring and drifted up to the man, his eyes were already on hers. He was watching her, but his eyes didn’t seem to hate her or want to hurt her. They almost seemed to pity her.

       “Open up” he ordered. Sara obliged and accepted the ring into her mouth almost willingly. There was no point in fighting. She just had to bide her time until the right opportunity arose for her to make an escape or to call for help. The ring was gigantic- forcing her to open her mouth even more than when the ball was in it. The taste of metal filled her mouth and made Sara feel that much more miserable. The man pulled the two straps behind her head and fastened them securely at the nape. Sara was grateful at least to her nothing blocking her mouth, and making it easier to breathe than when the ball was locked in her jaw.

       The man then turned to the tackle box once again and came back with a strange looking tool. It was like a pair of tongs with a hollow center. He cupped her chin with his left hand to keep her still, and then reached into her mouth with the tool in his right. Sara couldn’t see it, but she felt the tool clamp down on her little tongue. She let out a gasp as he slowly drew her tiny pink tongue out of her gaping mouth and held it. Sara whined as her tongue was stretched out painfully, and wiggled her whole body in an attempt to free it. But the tongs had a relentless grip to them, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t free herself from them.

       The tears were flowing again, and now the drool was spilling out over her lower lip again to drip down her chin. Her captor held her by the tongue and then reached over to the tackle box again. Sara quivered when she saw him turn back with a massive and devilish looking needle.

       “Hold still, Girl” he commanded. But Sara couldn’t obey him, not for that. She had always been a good girl. She dressed nicely and modestly, rarely cursed, and didn’t even have her ears pierced! What would people back home think if they saw her with a tongue piercing? She was scared of the pain that would come from it, of the blood and the humiliation. Sara tried harder to back away but the tongs held her and the leash was still on her anyways.

       “Hold fucking still” the man said again. “Or you’ll get a fierce punishment later.” But Sara continue to struggle with the leash and the vice gripped tool clamped around her tongue. Her attempts to form words were garbled and frenzied, and the man paid them no mind. She wiggled her buttocks and pushed away with her padded hands, but there was no give. “Alright that’s one” he said. Sara ceased her struggles and looked up at him. “That’s right, Bitch. That’s one punishment later. Do you want to shoot for two?” Sara’s eye’s were pouring tears down her cheeks and her breathing was fast and shallow. It didn’t matter how hard she struggled or how much she begged, he was going to pierce her tongue. Struggling just meant that it would take him longer and it would be messier, Sara understood that now. She couldn’t win. Fighting back was hopeless, all she’d managed to do was prolong the inevitable and get a beating for later.

       Submitting completely, Sara inched herself forward to the man so that he could do his work. She saw him smiling down at her, he knew he’d won. He knew he’d defeated her, at least this time. As he lifted the needle once more she closed her eyes tightly, her tears once again running down her red cheeks. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain snap through her tongue as the needle punched through. Sara refused to open her eyes, she feared seeing her own blood and passing out. She felt the man remove the needle from her tongue and slip something else into the hole that it left behind.

       “You’ll need to keep this bolt in for a week or two. Just until the hole heals up correctly.” The man screwed the back end to the bolt into place, trapping the small stud in the hole in her tongue. The taste of blood was surprisingly faint in Sara’s mouth, it was as though she had just bitten her tongue or something.

       The man then pulled out a second pair of tongs, only these ones had a much smaller end to them. He swiftly reached out and clamped them onto her septum, between her nostrils. Sara let out a pained groan as he pulled her septum upwards, and then quickly slipped another needle straight through it. Sara cried out in pain. The nose piercing hurt far worse than the tongue on did. Just as he had done with the tongue piercing, he removed the massive needle quickly. Instead of filling the hole with a bolt, he pushed a thick metal ring through it. The ring was not complete though; it had a big ball on one end and the other end had to be screwed into place in order to secure it. Sara felt like a bull. Like an animal. But finally the man released her face with the two new piercings and soaking wet with tears and spittle.

       “That wasn’t so bad, now was it Baby Girl?” the man cooed as he reached behind her head and unbuckled the ring gag. Now you’re ready for the Trainer-Headpiece. Sara didn’t like the sound of that.

       He turned away to the tackle box and came back with a massive jumble of black leather straps and buckles and pads. In the center of it there was another ring, just as big as the last one. The only difference was that this one was coated with a layer of black rubber. With her jaw still temporarily locked open, the man easily slipped the new ring between her teeth. Sara was afraid and still in pain from the forced piercings, and kept her eyes shut tight. The small girl was beyond emotionally distraught. Sara didn’t move or attempt to speak, she decided it was best to just let him to what he had to do.

       “Alright Puppy, I’m almost done. Before we get the last piece on though, you should see how pretty you look. Sara opened her eyes and was surprised by the black mass blocking her field of view under her eyes. She quickly realized what it was though. The “Trainer-Headpiece” was a mask. A dog mask made of black leather with a snout that covered her nose and mouth, and the entirety of her cheeks.

       “Walk over to your mirror and take a look” he ordered. Sara didn’t want to. She was afraid of what she would see. She was afraid she would look more like a dog than a human. But Sara feared what the man would do if she disobeyed again, she was already getting punished later for failing to do as her told her. So Sara did as she was told and walked sullenly over to the mirror set in the padded wall once again. What she saw scared her even more than what she saw the last time she looked in it.

       Her entire lower face was covered by the black dog mask, giving her a snout. It also had a wide open front in the shape of a dogs mouth, which opened up to her real mouth with the ring inside it. In her mouth she could see the bolt lodged in the center of her tongue. The snout ran up between her eyes and from there, a black leather strap ran up and over to the back of her head to meet the horizontal straps that held the sides of the snout in place. She was grateful that the snout at least covered her nose so she didn’t have to see the Bull piercing in her septum. Another strap ran over the top of her head from the front of one ear to the other, almost like a head band. Atop that strap were affixed a pair of pointed dog ears, made with fake hair which was colored so closely to her own hair that it was difficult to tell any difference. Behind the strap with the dog ears were her pigtails with the bright pink bows. Sara hated everything that she saw in the mirror. The suit seemed a thousand times more demeaning with the addition of the mask.

       Sara studied herself in the mirror for a few minutes, staring at herself in the dog mask. She barely looked like herself anymore, she barely looked like a person. In the mirror she could see the man watching her, still sitting on the crate in the corner. He allowed her to remain facing the mirror for a while. Long enough for her tears to subside. Long enough for her to think that it was over now.

       Finally though, he stood up and approached her. She was unsure of whether she should turn to face him or not, so she just froze in the position she was in. He came up directly behind her and stopped. In the mirror she watched him kneel down behind her, blocking her from backing up. His hands drifted to the buckles that held the body harness in place, and he slowly unclasped them. He undid the straps that ran along the outside of her cunt and up between her ass cheeks, and pushed the straps off to the side.

       “Last piece, Baby Doll” he cooed to her. With that he gripped her under the throat with left hand. It was so big and powerful, and he had her in an instant. Sara’s heart was in her throat. Was he raping her? Was her going to strangle her to death?

       But Sara froze when she felt something cold against her rear end. Not on her labia, but against her anus. Her eyes went wide and tears flowed from them uncontrollably as she felt something hard press against her vulnerable butt-hole. It wasn’t his penis, she knew. It was something else.

       The man pushed the object harder, and it finally began to enter her. Whatever it was, it was massive. It felt as though it was growing bigger as it was jammed deeper inside her, and the pain was beginning to become unbearable. Her cries and sobs were louder than ever, and the floor in front of her was drenched in tears and drool.

       The man continued to press the toy into her anus, and Sara continue to wail uncontrollably. Her asshole felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside and he pushed the object the rest of the way in. The toy was now almost completely engulfed by Sara’s butt, as her anus closed around the screw head that protruded from the end of it. All that was visible of the toy now, was three inches of the screw head as it jutted out from between her ass cheeks.

       Sara continued to cry and wail as her captor refastened the straps and buckles around her lower body. This time however, the two straps which ran around her labia were pulled tightly between them. Sara gasped heavily as the thick leather put immense pressure on her clitoris, giving her unwanted stimulation. The man continued to pull the strap up and between her ass cheeks once again, to reattach it to the rest of the body harness.

       There was a hole in the strap to allow the threaded metal prong to go through, completely trapping the massive plug inside Sara’s ass. The man grabbed Sara’s leash and stood up, giving it a little tug. He didn’t even have to give her a command, Sara simply turned her body to face him without additional motivation. As he began to walk over to the metal cabinets high on the wall, Sara crawled behind him. Her crying and drooling hadn’t ceased, and she left a trail of liquid behind her. When she crawled now, she felt the plug inside her. It filled her anus completely, and made crawling unbelievably uncomfortable.

       The man stopped at the cabinets and pulled out another device; it looked like a dog tail. The tail was long and bushy, made with hair that matched her own and the hair of her dog ears. The man didn’t speak as he fitted the tail over the threaded metal prong that jutted from her anus, and promptly screwed it on. When he was finished, the metal screw was no longer visible; covered completely with the bushy tail that curled up behind her.

       “Now you’re ready, PuppyGirl” He cooed to her. “You are a very pretty little blonde Puppy, ya know that Girl? I think we’ll call you... Daisy.”