Chapter 19: The Ultimate Test

Vishal looked at Randi, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He attached a leash to the collar around her neck, the metal clasp clicking into place with a sense of finality. Randi looked up at him, her eyes wide with trust and obedience, a giggle escaping her lips.

“Like, where are we going, Vishal?” she asked, her voice a high-pitched valley girl drawl.

Vishal tugged on the leash, leading her towards the door. “We’re going for a walk, Randi. You need some exercise, and I have a special treat for you.”

Randi followed obediently, her heels clacking on the sidewalk as she walked behind Vishal, the leash held taut in his hand. They made their way down the bustling streets of Delhi, the sounds and smells of the city enveloping them. Vishal’s friend met them at the corner, his eyes widening with excitement and disbelief as he took in the sight of Randi, naked except for her collar, heels, and jewelry, being led through the streets like a pet.

“Dude, this is insane,” he murmured, falling into step beside Vishal. “You actually did it. You actually turned her into a fucking bimbo pet.”

Vishal smiled, his pride evident. “I told you, man. She’s fucking perfect. And she’ll do anything I tell her to do.”

His friend grinned, his eyes gleaming with a dark idea. “Alright, then make her crawl. Make her crawl like a fucking dog.”

Vishal didn’t hesitate. He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Randi, his voice firm and commanding. “On your hands and knees, Randi. Crawl like a good little pet.”

Randi complied immediately, dropping to her hands and knees, her body swaying as she began to crawl behind Vishal, her heels clicking on the pavement. Vishal and his friend walked slowly, their pace leisurely as they led Randi through the streets, her naked body on full display to the world.

Finally, they turned down a dirty alley behind a restaurant, the smell of rotting food and garbage filling the air. Sure enough, there was a large, scruffy mutt in the alley, gnawing on a soup bone discarded by the restaurant. The dog looked up as they approached, its eyes wary but curious.

Vishal turned to Randi, his voice cold and commanding. “See that dog, Randi? I want you to let it breed you. I want you to be a good little bitch and let that dog fuck you.”

Randi looked at the dog, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She giggled, her voice a nervous titter. “Like, oh my gosh, Vishal, are you, like, serious? That’s, like, so nasty.”

Vishal’s voice grew sharper, his eyes narrowing. “I said, let the dog breed you, Randi. Now be a good pet and do as you’re told.”

Randi hesitated for a moment, her mind struggling to process the depraved command. But her desire to please Vishal, to obey him, won out. She turned to the dog, her voice a giggling coo. “Here, boy. Come here, you cute little thing. Come fuck mommy, okay?”