Sara the Puppy Girl

Almost no sooner than she'd noticed the camera high up on the wall, Sara saw a figure moving toward the back door to the house. 'Oh God he can't be back yet' she thought to herself. She'd only just finished! She didn't have the chance to at least search the yard for a means to escape. She didn't get to sleep. And worst of all she didn't get to reach that orgasm that was so close yet unattainable.

The figure reached the back door and leered through the glass. The sun was high now, making a dazzling glare on the glass and making it impossible to clearly see who was watching her. Sara stood on all fours a hundred feet from the back porch and stared back at whoever was spying on her. 'My gracious host must be back' she thought to herself, releasing a groan from her open mouth.

Finally the door handle jiggled, she could hear it from the Dog Walker where she had spent the morning crawling like an animal. The door slowly opened and from that open kitchen came someone who was very much not the man who had brought her here and tortured her so inhumanely. A young woman was approaching her, slowly at first. She had long dark hair that fell beautifully down her back and over each of her shoulders. Her bangs were short and fell straight down over her forehead, a look that Sara had never been fond of. She was dressed like any normal person, like she was out for the day or going to a class. She had some tight fitting jeans and a pink T-shirt with a v-cut and a pretty diamond necklace. On her feet were a pair of simple flat bottomed shoes. Sara had no idea what to do. Did this girl know what this place was? Or perhaps the man had tricked her into coming here, he was going to force this poor woman into a suit just like hers and torture them both.

As the other woman came closer Sara saw that she was very pretty and young, though a few years older than Sara. Sara guessed she was twenty-two years old, or close to it. She came closer and closer to Sara, but her demeanor told Sara that this woman was by no means a friend. She walked with confidence, she wasn't shied or alarmed by Sara's condition at all. She had a slight smile, as if she were glad to see Sara. But she didn't know this girl. She wasn't glad to see Sara, she was glad to see a Puppy Girl. As she got closer Sara made out the lines of thin ropes over her shoulders. They were the straps to a draw-string bag that she had slung on her back. The girl suddenly scared Sara, she had to get away from her.

Despite all of her exhaustion Sara turned and crawled as fast as she could. Her mittened hands moved with dexterity and speed, pulling herself forward. But her stumped legs were much more cumbersome and slow, each step causing friction in her hot pussy. Sara crawled away from the girl as quickly as she could manage, though she soon realized that she had no place to go. She first sped her way toward the dog house at the back of the yard. Looking behind her as far as her collar would allow, she saw the brunette was still walking toward. Her pace was a only fast walk, but she was moving at the same speed as Sara was. Sara was afraid. She didn't know who this woman was or what she wanted, but she knew it could be nothing good.

Sara turned and faced the girl, and backed away until her fluffy tail bumped into the wooden fence behind her. 'I can run but she'll still catch me' she thought to herself. 'She's way faster on two feet than I am on all-fours.' Sara was already out of breath again, and she was huffing through the black snout that was strapped to her face.

Sara remembered what she'd though the night before. She couldn't give in to her captor. She had to resist him. And she had to show him that she had self-respect and dignity. The same went for this girl who had suddenly shown up for reasons unknown.

The girl was getting closer, she was perhaps thirty feet away. 'Run!' She shouted to herself in her head, and Sara turned to the right and darted away again. This time Sara crawled as fast as she could toward the fence that bordered the left side of the yard. As she crawled she could feel the straps between her pussy lips taunting her. The desire to reach orgasm was returning to her, but the straps just didn't produce enough friction to generate the needed level of stimulation. Sweat was beginning to drip from her brow and down the sides of her face, a glossy sheen returning to all of her exposed skin.

Sara reached the left fence and stopped to turn around and face the other girl again. She was still coming, and she was closer now. She was perhaps only twenty feet from her now. The beautiful woman had a scary smile on her face, and her dull-blue eyes were beaming at the little puppygirl. She was sincerely enjoying this, watching Sara crawl away, trying desperately to remain free of her clutches.

As the girl came closer she spoke for the first time. "Go on, Daisy, run. Keep running, slut. See what happens." That terrified her. Now Sara knew that this girl was not on her side. She was someone to fear. As the strange girl came closer Sara obeyed and turned and ran once more, desperate to keep away from this devilish beauty. 'Oh God what does she want!? Who is she!?' Sara wondered to herself as she padded through the grass, going diagonally forward and to the right of the girl. The route forced Sara to pass close by her, but it was either that or get trapped between the fence and the porch of the house.

As Sara passed close by the woman's long legs, she took a quick step closer to Sara and reached out. Afraid that she would grab her, Sara yelped and scrabbled quicker to get past. The brunette a move was deliberate. She had no intention of catching Sara, only of scaring her. She had lunged at her the way someone would with a real dog when playing, to get the dog to run away. 'And the move had worked exactly the same way on me' Sara reflected, ashamed and humiliated.

Sara knew she couldn't possibly stay away from her stalker forever, but giving up to her simply wasn't an option. She crawled as fast as she could away from this new girl, and finally reached the fence at the far opposite end of the yard. Sara turned again to face down her opponent. She must have given Sara a head start, because she was farther away now. Sara was beyond exhausted. Sprinting on all fours was wearing her out quickly, especially after the torture she'd endured the whole way through the night, plus the two miles of crawling she had only just finished. And on top of that she hadn't had any real food or water since she was brought to this place.

Her pussy was aching from the constant abrasiveness of the straps. Her whole body shuddered with lust, and her tongue was now lulling from her gaping mouth. She wanted to stay away from the girl, but in her attempts to remain distant she had made herself incredibly horny again. 'Why can't I reach an orgasm?' She wondered. Perhaps if she kept this up she would.

The girl approached her again, walking at a brisk pace. She was in no rush, that much was clear. Sara realized that her attacker wanted to keep this going. It was just a game to her.

A slight breeze blew threw the yard, and the woman's dark hair blew with it. Sara's bangs blew in the wind too, but the rest of we hair stayed put in the neat little buns that her captor had packed them into that morning. The girl was closing in on where Sara had stopped, and she was trying desperately to catch her breath. 'I have to move now or I'll be trapped' she thought to herself, and so Sara began to crawl at her top speed again. She headed in the direction of the dog house, but suddenly the tall girl changed her course as well to cut her off.

Sara stopped in her tracks. The black haired girl hadn't done that before. As quickly as she could Sara changed directions to go to the left. The other girl immediately changed her direction as well, still coming closer to Sara. She was cuttin her off and forcing her back. The blonde puppy girl panicked and turned to go to the right again, but the new acquaintance blocked her path once again. Sara let out a high pitched squeak of fear and began to instead back away. Walking forwards on four legs was slow, and walking backwards was even worse.

One step after the other Sara backed away from this stranger until again her tail bumped into the wooden planks of the fence behind her. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared fearfully into the gorgeous, gray-blue eyes of this new woman. 'What do you want?' She thought. 'Please just leave me alone. I'm so tired.'

As the woman closed in on the rubber-clad slave she pulled the draw-string bag from her back. She then dropped it gently on the green grass beside Sara, making a light thud. She slowly crouched down and fell onto her knees just before Sara, and reached a hand out to grab the ring at the front of we collar. Sara didn't fight her now.

She couldn't possibly get away, and even if she did it was only a matter of time until she was cornered again. She decided that it wasn't worth it to tire herself out even more, especially since it was still early in the day. She was hopeful that the worst was behind her, but she wouldn't bet on it.

The black haired girl took control of Sara by the ring on her collar and held her where she stood. With her free hand she reached up and gently petted Sara's head, stroking her hair where it was pulled tight against her scalp to be bound into the little blonde buns.

Sara had expected roughness from this new face but she was surprisingly gentle. With no thought on how to handle being treated like an animal by yet another person, Sara only stood still on her hands and knees and accepted her touch.

"You like that, don't you girl?" The older girl asked in a soothing voice. "Don't worry, I'm a friend. I know your master and he's invited me to join in your games" she said, smiling down into Sara's eyes. 'You're no friend of mine, bitch', Sara thought. she was like the man who captured her. She was a crazy sadist too, and she wanted to treat her like a dog. "He filled me in on all the rules, and gave me the job of coming home to feed you..." The dark haired woman quit petting Sara's head and reached over to the bag beside her. Unable to look down, Sara felt afraid of what she had in there. A small part of her wished it was something that would finally let her get off. If she could just reach orgasm she could move on and focus on more important things, like escape.

It took a minute for the woman to get what she was looking for, and Sara's eyes went wide when she saw what it was. Before her face was held a big baby-bottle, but with a modified spout. Instead of a little rubber piece to suckle on was a massive red rubber dildo, with an activation ring identical to the ones on the Feeders she'd been forced to use several times.

Sara tried to back away, to shake free from the grip of this strange woman and escape another round of humiliating torment. But the girls hands were strong and held firm to the ring on her collar, and the fence was still behind her to block her way. The girl gave a menacing smile as she brought the bulbous tip of the red dildo up to Sara's gaping jaws and slowly pressed it into her mouth. Behind the wall of the black snout Sara's soft, pink lips closed around the cock. As if hungry to degrade herself, she found herself suddenly lunging forward for the base of the dildo and the ring that would fill her belly.

'I can't believe I'm doing this, and in front of a stranger, no less' she thought to herself. 'Why am I doing this so willingly? Oh God forgive me I'm just so hungry!' Sara guzzled down the red cock, burying it in her throat with a new kind of eagerness. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now, but the work she had done all morning had left her body sapped of all energy. She told herself it wasn't her fault, she was just doing what she had to do to survive.

Back and forth Sara rocked, sucking down the entire dildo and pressing the ring at the base of the red rubber. She choked every time the phallus reached the back of her throat but she suffered the indignity for the sake of getting food. She needed sustenance, she knew that for sure. As the small blonde girl blew the rubber dick for this strange new woman, she did her best to avoid eye contact. Still though, she felt the black haired girl'a gaze on her. In her peripheral vision Sara could still see that her attacker was smiling as well.

As Sara sucked down the red cock and she drank the gooey 'food' in spurts, she watched the level drop in the bottle. She continued to rock forward and back, desperate to fill her grumbling belly. But if she'd learned anything in the past 24 hours it was that this fluid food truly did nothing to stop the stomach pains of hunger. Sure it would give her energy, but it wasn't satisfying the way solid food was.

The black haired girl knelt before Sara, with her left and on her collar and the dildo-bottle in her right. 'Getting fed like this is worse than the feeder in the basement' Sara surmised. 'This way I need to suck cock right in front of her, where she can see all of me.' It didn't help that this woman was a complete

stranger, but then again the man was too.

With one final press of the ring Sara slurped out the last drops of the viscous fluid. A deep gasp for air escaped her as her tormentor slowly pulled the long, rubber dildo from her throat.

"That's a good girl, Daisy" the woman cooed, as if speaking to a child. "You really liked that didn't you?" Sara gazed up into the other woman's deep blue eyes and saw the joy in them. Sara hated every ordeal she was forced to endure but this sadistic woman sure seemed to like it, at least when she was the torturer and not the tortured. Still though, Sara decided it was best to give the response that was expected of her.

"Arph Arph!" She barked, staring up to meet the stare of her new acquaintance.

"I hear the enthusiasm but I don't see it, Daisy" the woman responded as she stood back up on her long legs. "Do it again and wag your tail like a playful little puppy."

Sara couldn't believe this. This random girl shows up and takes complete control and now gets to give her orders? Another person to treat her like a dog. But what could Sara do to resist? Run away? No. And she knew that if she refused to do as she was told then she would only get another punishment. She certainly didn't want that. The Dog Walker was punishment enough to teach her that.

With a heavy heart Sara wiggled her hips, causing the big fluffy tail to flop left and right above her. The plug in her ass was once again disturbing her insides as it reacted to the motions of the tail flipping about.

"Arph! Arph! Arph!" Sara barked again, wagging her tail about. The woman looked down on her and giggled happily. She was surely enjoying this.

"What a good girl!" She hooted, slapping her hands on her legs like someone would do with an actual dog. "You know what good girls get, don't you?" Sara felt a shiver of fear riddle through her body. She couldn't handle any more surprises. "Good puppy girls get treats!" Suddenly the woman knelt again before Sara and grabbed hold of the ring on her collar. With her other hand she reached around to Sara's rear and pulled her away from the fence. "Face down, Daisy" the woman told her as she tugged the ring downwards. "Good girls get treats, and you'll get one" the woman continued. "But you were a bad little girl first... So you must be punished first."

'Oh God what's going on' Sara wondered frightfully. She wanted to resist whatever this was but she was terrified of the repercussions. She was sure the camera on the house could see them over here. And she was sure that her captor was watching this unfold.

Sara allowed the woman to pull her face down into the grass, bending her elbows and resting her forearms on the soft surface. She turned her head to the left as far as the stupid collar would allow, to avoid getting a snout-full of grass and dirt. The woman rested her other hand on Sara's buttocks, urging her to keep her bottom up high in the air. Sara let out a whimper as she realized that she was positioned like a female dog, awaiting a male to fuck her from behind. She was still incredibly horny from the constant tortures of the straps lodged between her pussy lips.

The black haired beauty positioned herself, kneeling to Sara's side where she could see all of her. Her soft hands ran along her body, almost caressing her. Almost soothingly. 'What is she doing?' Sara wondered.

"You've got a nice ass, Daisy" the woman said with a sneer, then suddenly brought her hand down hard on Sara's left butt cheek.

"Aroooph" Sara grunted, taken completely by surprise. 'Oh God please no' she thought. 'My butt still hurts so much from last time.' But the woman lifted her hand and spanked her again.

"That's for trying to get away from your Master's pet-sitter" she said with a snarl, looking down into Sara's eyes. She smiled when she saw the tears beginning to well up in her gray-blue eyes. "Awwwe the pretty little girl doesn't like getting spanked?" She chuckled. "Too bad!" And she brought her hand down again, then again, and again and again. Sara cried out in pain as a hail of small but powerful smacks came down on her left butt cheek. Whenever the man spanked her he switched between the left and right, but this woman kept her focus only on the left side.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

A tirade of painful slaps came down, one after the other. Sara tried to lift her head again to run away, but the woman pressed her left hand down on the back of her collar. Sara was forced to remain pinned in that position with her ass in the air, leaving her rear end an exposed target. Sara wriggled about, trying to get away, causing her tail to wag left and right again. Twenty spanks into the attack, Sara's eyes were flowing with warm tears that dripped down her face and feel into the grass below.

The woman above her grinned as she beat her, and laughed as her toy wailed in pain and humiliation.

'Bent over and beaten like a dog' Sara thought to herself. 'This is what I've been brought down to.'

The woman's attack suddenly halted, and suddenly instead of spanking Sara's bottom the woman was rubbing it. She ran her hand around in circles on Sara's butt, feeling the heat of her blood within.

"That's a good girl" she cooed to her. "That was just a quick little punishment. Not a 'real' punishment, mind you, just a little one. Your Master told me that when you're bad you get punished, and when you're good you get rewarded." The woman released her hold on the back of Sara's collar. "Stay down, Daisy" she told her. Choking back her tears, Sara obeyed.

"Good girl" she was told, as she felt a hand run down her round, pink rump and drift to the straps about her privates.

'Oh my goodness' Sara thought to herself as she felt the woman's hand begin to rub the straps and the labia surrounding them. "Aaarraaagh" Sara grunted loudly as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

Suddenly she was lost in a sea of sexual bliss, as her torturer rubbed her fingers in her sex. Sara's hips began to gyrate shortly after, as her body's hunger for orgasm took over. She tried backing herself up to press the fingers into her harder, but that woman controlling her then used the ring on her collar to keep her steady. The tormenter rubbed Sara's cunt slowly, softly, and deliberately. It seemed like an eternity that Sara was lost amongst her sexual desires, again so close to orgasm but unable to reach it. She realized that the woman toying with her would decide when she got to finish, and she only had to be patient.

But for the longest time the woman rubbed Sara's cunt, and Sara felt on the edge of release for so long it was unbearable. A few times the woman focused a finger or two to probe between the straps and target Sara's clitoris. Every time she did Sara felt as if she would surely explode in ecstasy, but the woman would pull her fingers away before she could. Sara wondered how long she was toyed with that way, thirty minutes if she had to guess.

Tears began to flow again as she became more and more frustrated with the woman. 'Let me finish! Let me have some form of release! Please!' Sara thought to herself. She thought about trying to beg with her words, but the last time she spoke she didn't like the consequences. Drool dripped from her wide mouth in a constant flow, forming a messy pool of spit beside her face.

The fingers stroked her clit and rubbed in circular motions, constantly changing forms of stimulation to keep Sara on edge. Time and time again Sara felt herself come on the verge of orgasm, but the woman toying with her would cease her probing in time to keep Sara from finishing. The tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks and dripped over her black snout. She was so frustrated, this torment was far worse than the Dog Walker had been.

Sara moaned constantly and without control as her body attempted to reach that peak of physical pleasure. The constant denial of orgasm soon had Sara wailing, with her masked face pressed into the grass and her ass sticking up as high as she could get it. Her instincts commanded her to, perhaps if she her cunt were more open then her tormenter would allow her to orgasm. Just once, that's all she needed.

Her whole body trembled and her arms and legs began to shake, stressed and tired from holding her position for so long. The puddle of drool beneath her face had widened, and soaked the outside of her snout. Sara's tail drooped over her skinny waste and the hairs at its end tickled her back where her skin was bare. Her breathing was so ragged and struggled that she was afraid of fainting before the black haired girl would finish her off, if she did at all.

Suddenly the woman's fingers slid away from Sara's dripping pussy. Sara's breathing was still heavy and her crying did not slow. The little puppygirl let out another wail of frustration. she wished so much for the woman's fingers to stroke her some more, and to have them enter her fully. She didn't care anymore. Sara was just too turned on to care about anything but reaching orgasm. But apparently the black haired woman was more adamant with depriving Sara of that release.

"My you're a playful little thing, aren't you Daisy?" She asked with a giggle. "Your master told me the rules, though. You're not to cum until he says so. I just figured I would make it a little more interesting for you." The woman knelt up a little higher and got behind Sara's red and glowing buttocks, as if she were a male taking her from behind. Sara wanted to run away, but the woman placed her left hand on her shoulder, effectively pinning her down.

"Lift your head, my little puppy" the woman commanded, and Sara obeyed almost immediately. With her right hand the woman hooked around Sara's side and jammed two fingers into her gaping mouth. Sara jerked and gargled as the fingers were pressed against her tongue, and she could taste her own juices swimming in her mouth. "Clean them, Daisy" the woman ordered. "Or your right ass cheek gets the same treatment as the left one."

Sad and defeated, Sara obeyed the command and slurped her tongue along the lean fingers pressed into her mouth. She licked them good and hard, and did her best to swallow everything that she cleaned off of them. She was sure they were cleaned spotless after a short while, but the other woman seemed to insist that Sara keep going. The tall girl enjoyed degrading her, she could tell.

Finally the woman pulled her fingers away from Sara's snout and she reached back behind her. When she leaned back in she brought a leash with her, and snapped it on. It was the same bright pink one that the man had used, or at least one just like it. Sara's spirits dropped when she realized that these two insane individuals were indeed working together to torture her and to treat her like a dog. She could only imagine what would happen to her when they got to do it together at the same time.

The woman stood up again and gave Sara's leash a tug. Without needing anymore prompting, Sara got back up on all fours. Her arms were shaky and felt as though they'd been asleep, and her legs trembled as her womanly juices flowed down each of her inner thighs.

The woman turned and began to walk, and Sara followed as best as she could. The woman spoke to her without even turning back to look at her. "Your master also sent me here to deliver your first punishment. He says you've earned two so far, but he's a little busy at work right now." Sara's heart sank farther than ever before. She'd spent the whole morning toiling in the yard, walking in circles on her hands and knees and being teased sexually. She'd been spanked, she'd been force fed with dildoes, and she'd spent the whole night being electrocuted to deprive her of any sleep. How could none of that have been a 'punishment?' Sara gasped at the realization that if all of that wasn't a punishment, then it was to be the standard.

As long as she was in the custody of these psychopathic sexual deviants, her life would be like this all the time. Sara choked back more tears at the realization. She couldn't imagine a life where she was treated like this regularly. All she wanted to do was sleep. To reach orgasm, eat food, and then sleep in her own bed at home and to spread her legs out once more. But she had no means of escape, and she was learning that any attempt to resist her captors will only made her situation worse.

The woman led Sara across the yard back towards the dog house. It was tall for a dog house, big enough for a larger dog. It was crafted from sturdy, dark brown wood, with a slanted rooftop lined with metal flashing at it's crest. Unlike a regular doghouse though, this one had a door, just as thick as the walls were and adorned with a latch bolt.She was sure that if she were locked inside there would be absolutely no escape. The door to the dog house was still wide open, so Sara suspected she would be locked inside for the rest of the day. She hoped that were the case, sensing a possible opportunity to catch up on her sleep. She hadn't had any solid sleep for perhaps twenty four hours.

The black haired woman tugged Sara along until they were just in front of the dog house. The taller girl held fast to the leash and allowed Sara to remain where she was, but tilted to the left and right to inspect the dog house.

"Very nice, it's just how he described it" the woman said aloud, half to herself and half to Sara if seemed. Her level of interest concerned Sara a lot. Something about this thing made it more malicious than it appeared, but Sara couldn't figure out how or why.

'What is she so excited for?' She wondered to herself. 'How is this thing supposed to be a punishment? Or maybe this is some kind of mind game or hers.'

"Alright girl, turn that pretty butt of yours around" the woman ordered. Sara was confused and scared, completely unsure of what was going to happen to her. Perhaps the woman wanted her to back her way in? Despite her desire to deny the command, Sara obeyed and stepped around on her hands and knees until her butt was facing the door of the dog house.

"Good girl!" the woman exclaimed. "You're really catching on. Your master said that you were really taking to your training well. After this punishment I bet he doesn't have any more problems with you at all!"

Sara gulped hard. She wanted to curse this tall, black haired woman. She wanted to yell at her and to her that she was not 'taking to the training', but that she was being tortured and forced to do everything she'd done. Sara wanted to run away and come back and kill this evil bitch. But she was in no position to make threats, and no means of escape had become apparent just yet. Sara's head drooped with defeat and her gaze fell to the grass between her rubber-clad fists.

"Awwwe don't look so sad, Daisy" the woman cooed. "Once you learn your place it'll get better. That's how training works, y'know." Sara's blood boiled at the woman's words. She could feel the blush in her cheeks. What she was really saying was that ultimately, Sara couldn't resist. In the end she would break and she would become whatever they wanted her to be. But she didn't want to be a pet or a dog or a sex toy. She just wanted to go home. Her face remained calm and stoic, but the tears flowed relentlessly down her cheeks once more.

Suddenly the woman stepped to Sara's side and bent over her, wrapping her arms around her. One arm lifted her from under her belly, while the other did the same from under her behind. Sara let out a surprised grunt as the bigger girl lifted her up into the air. Sara was surprised that this girl had the strength to lift her, but then again she did look well muscled and Sara only weighed a little over a hundred pounds.

High over the ground Sara flew, and she was unwillingly hoisted up high over the top of the dog house. 'Why would I go on top of the dog house instead of in it?' She wondered to herself. Suddenly the woman lowered Sara over the edge of the rooftop, aligning her so that her left leg fell along one slanted side, and her right leg fell along the other. No longer able to hold Sara at the leaning angle she was at, the woman lowered her quickly onto the edged top of the roof.

"Gaaaarph!!" Sara screamed out as her pussy was split in two by the edge of the rooftop. "Aaaghaaa!!!" She wailed, surprised and in unbelievable and sudden pain. Her mittened hands reflexively pawed at the air, desperate for purchase on anything that she could grab to pull herself off of the roof. But there was nothing to grab, just empty space surrounding the dog house that she was now torturously perched upon.

"Oops, so sorry, Daisy" the woman said with a look of what almost looked like sincere remorse. The tears were blinding Sara's vision, and her breathing had become so heavy that she felt as though she'd burst out of the waist cincher wrapped around her belly. Still standing on Sara's left side, the woman grabbed a wide black strap from the rear end of the dog house. How Sara had missed it before she couldn't tell, but now the woman was pulling it over Sara's stumped leg where it rested against the side of the roof. The strap must have been at least six inches wide, and secured her stump tightly to the side of the rooftop. The effect was that Sara now couldn't lift her leg away from the roof, nor could she swing her leg forward or back. The purpose was immediately clear; this prevented her from trying to scoot forward or back to get off of blade cutting deep into her sex.

The woman worked quickly, moving around behind Sara and repeating the process with her right leg. Sara moaned in despair as she realized that she was trapped on top of the torture device and there was nothing she could do. She cried at the thought that while her womanly parts were still soaking wet with arousal, they were also in incredible pain. The woman finished up with Sara's right leg and then stepped back out in front of her masterpiece. She stared Sara up and down upon her perch, bound and gagged and defeated.

"Paw" the woman blurted, holding out her hand. Sara tried to blink away the tears as she obeyed the familiar command and offered her right arm to her torturer. Sara felt another sting of defeat, but with the immense pain in her mound she wasn't going to do anything to resist.

"Ohhh good girl" the woman exclaimed as she took Sara's bound hand. The woman then pulled Sara's whole arm back and up above her head, and bent her elbow. With the click of a small clasp the woman attached Sara's right wrist to the back of her collar.

Sara wiggled her right elbow as it was held high in the sky above her head. It was obvious that whatever clip held her wrist in place was sturdy. She wasn't getting out of this bondage either.

The woman stepped back to Sara's field of view and held out her hand again. Sara offered her left arm before the woman even have the "paw" command, which prompted a smile from her.

"See? You are learning" she giggled, her shiny white teeth showing. Sara felt another sting. She was right. Letting out a sigh of regret and defeat, Sara accepted the additional bondage as her left arm was made to match the right. Now she was mounted atop this sharp edge, which cut horribly into her slit and split her. She was almost certain she was bleeding down there, but the collar made it impossible to check. At the very least, the straps still lodged between her labia must have been doing something to protect her a little bit.

The woman took a step back and admired her work. She stood there in front of Sara, watching her writhe and cry in pain. Sara couldn't believe anyone would do this to another person. How did someone think this sort of thing up?

All these tortures and devices and punishments. Where did all of this come from?

"One last thing, before I go" the woman said, snapping Sara out of her stupor. The woman dug into her pocket and pulled out a pair of small, metal clamps. As she came closer, Sara could see ridges between the two sides of the clamps, telling her that they had teeth.

Sara wanted to pull away and evade the coming attack, but again she refrained. She didn't want to make this any worse. It was best to just accept the torture instead of resisting and making it worse. The woman gripped the base of Sara's left nipple and closed the first clamp around it, capturing as much meat as she could with it.

"Gaaah!" Sara choked as the shock of more pain ripped through her. The woman didn't even flinch, and grabbed Sara's left nipple. Before Sara could catch her breath from the placement of the first clamp, the second was in place. "Gaaahaaaghhh" she cried out, a long and tortured scream. The teeth of the clamps but into her flesh, and Sara tried for a moment to shake the clamps free. In an instant a wave of pain and pleasure shot through her pussy as she ground against the blade between her labia. Sara flailed about on the dog house for another second or two, desperate to free herself from the bondage and the torture devices attacking her sexual parts. The pain made her stop; it was just too much for her to handle.

Even the small amount of pleasure she got in her cunt wasn't enough to make up for the level of pain she was enduring. Sara moaned and stared up at the beautiful girl with black hair, gazing into her eyes in complete defeat. Tears were gushing from her eyes, drool poured from her open jaws, and beneath the snout she felt snot dripping from her nostrils. Sara wished that the woman would take pity on her and let her go, but she didn't believe for a second that it would ever happen. After all this woman had done to her, on top of all of what the man had done to her, they would never release her willingly. Releasing her would be a risk they would never go for.

The woman smiled at Sara and watched as the little blonde puppygirl's motions slowed and finally stopped. She held as still as she could, in an attempt to keep from hurting herself even more.

"Alright, well I've done all I came here to do." The woman stepped forward and slipped a hand around Sara's waste, while her other caressed the side of Sara's head. The woman gently brushed Sara's bangs from her teary, blue eyes the way a lover would, then planted a kiss on Sara's brow.

Not knowing how to react, Sara awkwardly accepted the kiss and the touch. Slowly and reluctantly the woman pulled away from Sara and took a step back. "See you tomorrow, Daisy" she said. "I hope to play more games with you in the future." With that the woman turned and walked away, gathering her bag and heading back towards the house.

Still stunned by the strange kiss, Sara's reaction was slow. But suddenly she realized that she was being left there on top of the dog house, and who knew for how long. The realization terrified her. She couldn't possibly be up on this thin for long, the pain was just too much!

"Ohhhh!!" She called out, trying to regain the attention of the woman. "Ohhhhh, heeeaaase!!" She cried out in desperation. 'No! No, please!' She thought to herself. 'You can't do this to me!' The woman reached the door and opened it, and took a second to turn back and look at Sara in the distance, flailing about on the dog house. "Ohhhh heeeaaase ho hooo hish!!!" She cried out from a distance. She was sure that her words were unintelligible, but if the woman could just understand how terrible this was...

"Sorry Daisy!" The woman called back. "Your master gave me specific instructions! You're going to stay like that until he gets home!" The woman slung the bag back on and pulled her hair out from underneath it.

"He also told me that you know better than to talk!" Sara's heart sank.

'Please no' she thought to herself, despair gripping her heart.

"That'll be another punishment!" The woman called jot from across the yard. Sara cried out as the news was delivered to her. She couldn't possibly take more of this torment. Her body simply couldn't hold up to it, and she was already beginning to feel her mind weaken. Her resolve had been test a dozen times already and she was giving in to them. And now she had another punishment tallied up...

The woman gave a wave from across the yard and closed the door behind herself as she left. Sara was left alone, trapped atop the dog house with the metal edge stabbing her mound. Her arms were splayed at an uncomfortable angle and her nipples throbbed with pain as they were pinched between the toothy clamps.

Sara gasped and and began to cry again, completely defeated once more. She was beginning then, to truly lose hope.