Chapter 3

Chelsea was playing with her new puppy.

Well, he wasn’t really hers, he belonged to Mike and Ryan, the two cops that had kidnapped and enslaved her nearly a year ago. He wasn’t even close to his full size yet, and she had the responsibility of caring for and playing with him.

In those early days when they had first brought him home, Mike and Ryan had decided to name him Asmodeus. After all, he was a mix of a great dane and bull mastiff, both huge breeds, and Asmodeus was a demon known for his huge size and strength. Back then though he was a little mewling thing, and Chelsea even thought he was cute. She loved the little pup, at first anyway. They called him Asmo for short, and his playful nature brought her happiness in her situation.

Then Ryan started demanding she suckle the little dog’s cock regularly, and her fondness for Asmo evaporated. Not only was she being thoroughly fucked and humiliated by Mike and Ryan daily, but now she had to pleasure the dog too.

Every night when Mike would sit to watch TV for an hour or two, Chelsea would be on her knees in front of the TV with little Asmo laying atop the coffee table on his back. Humiliated and degraded, she would be instructed to take little Asmo’s always soft puppy cock into her mouth and suck, rolling the small furry little balls around and tonguing the sheath. Asmo would kick the air and pant happily, but that was the furthest it went; he was just too young to erect. Often times Ryan was present, as he was Mike’s best friend and spent a lot of time at his home.

“Open your mouth, slut. I want to check for cum.”

Chelsea felt her ears and neck redden in embarrassment, but spat out the little dogs soft package and opened up her mouth. She stuck her tongue out to show there was nothing. She didn’t know why they expected any different, it was always like this. She glared at him as she held her mouth open.

“That attitude of yours is why you need these lessons.” Mike said. “Get that cock back in your mouth and think about how it’s your duty to please it.”

“Yes sir. Sorry.”

Sighing, Chelsea sucked the little dog back into her mouth. She wouldn’t exactly call it a cock at this point, more like a flacid little ball bag with a hidden shaft. The only reason she obeyed these monsters was because her brother Andy was being held in a cell in the basement, completely at these psychotic people’s mercy. She had to keep him alive no matter what. She drooled around Asmo, her saliva coating the fur between his legs while the puppy huffed and tried to stand up. She held him firm and suckled wetly. Still, he never got hard and she never tasted a drop of cum.

Time passed and another six months went by. At this age, Asmo was more of an awkward teenager, and he had noticeably been more excited in the evening when it was time for Chelsea to drop to her knees at the coffee table. He would run and jump up onto the table, laying on his back and waiting, tail wagging. As she’d wrap her lips around him, she’s inhale his scent. He smelled different somehow lately, more musky. It wasn’t unpleasant to her.

One day they came home from a day at the police station, where Chelsea had spent most of the day being agonizingly fisted up her butt by the sadistic dyke Diane. With her mascara dried in runs down her face, she was currently being stripped of her clothes. She wasn’t allowed clothes at home. Moving gingerly, she could still feel where the bitch’s nails had raked back and forth deep up her ass. Suddenly Asmo ran up and started humping her leg. Embarrassed, she tried to shake him off, but Mike was delighted.

“Leave him alone slut! I think Asmo is finally growing up!”

Chelsea stopped fighting the puppy and watched red faced as Asmo’s little cock slowly extended from its sheath, running up against her leg.

“Oh ... fuck” she muttered.

She felt a pit drop in her stomach. He was finally able to get hard.

Mike guffawed. “Let me call Ryan and get him over here. You know what I want you to do, right slut?”

“I ... yes, sir. I can guess.” She sank sadly to her knees in front of the coffee table. She assumed she would have to suck him off again, this time fully hard and extended. She sniffled.

Chelsea wasn’t sucking off Asmo. She had been wrong in her assumption.

Miserable face planted into her crossed arms on the floor, her nipples grazing the carpet, Chelsea held her ass up in the air while Ryan gleefully sat a short stool behind her. Asmo was going to get to fuck her properly today for the first time.

“That’s it bitch, arch your back. Keep that ass up and your legs spread.” Ryan rubbed her pussy as he spoke. “Asmo’s going to need your help.”

Chelsea cried her tears quietly, despairing. Despite all this time, these two horrible men still found ways to humiliate and debase her. She had fully expected to be fucked by the dog at some point, but it didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t make it any less degrading to cheapen her to a puppy’s bitch.

“But Sir he’s so little” she protested, trying to ignore his rubbing of her vulva. “I mean, he’s little ... down there. I don’t think it will work...” she trailed off. She knew it was pointless to try to change his mind. Once Mike or Ryan decided they wanted to do something, she could not dissuade them.

“Yeah, that whorish cunt is a little big and loose for him. But he deserves to give it a shot, and you’re going to help him.” She sniffed into her arms again. She wasn’t loose at all, she was remarkably tight especially considering the heavy workouts her pussy got these days.

She felt Asmo’s little front paws on her ass as the pup scrambled up onto the stool, Ryan guiding him. Mike was letting Ryan take point on this one, and watched nearby smiling. The puppy’s back claws clacked on the wood of the stool and he yipped playfully, already humping against her butt. She felt the little red rocket poking and rubbing against her ass cheek.

“Oh God ... this is so embarrassing.” She tilted her head and watched backwards between her legs. She could see the little cock bobbing as Asmo humped at her. He was gently but firmly held in the right place by Ryan’s grip on his collar.

“Reach back and guide him in whore. We don’t have all day” Mike commanded her, his hands in his pockets as he watched.

Biting her lip and looking visibly upset, Chelsea reached a shaking hand under and between her legs and gently grasped the little doggy cock. Asmo was humping into her hand as she guided the tip into her waiting pussy. She supposed she would be able to deal with it, after all he was so small still it wasn’t like he could hurt her.

She barely felt the little guy. Asmo may have been selectively bred so he’d grow into a well-hung behemoth of a dog, but right now his little pecker felt like a little pickle as it slipped past her entrance. He barely sank in 2 inches, and started humping wildly.

“Squeeze down whore, help him out.” She flushed but did as she was told, squeezing her muscles. Her pussy fluttered but still got only a little friction. Asmo popped out awkwardly.

“Get that cock back inside you where it belongs!” Ryan shouted, and her hand shot up quickly to guide him back inside. “I’m- I”m sorry!”

For next five minutes Asmo humped into her ineffectively, his short length easily withdrawing too far and slipping out of her pussy. Ryan watched with growing anger as it happened again and again, Chelsea’s fingers belatedly guiding the cock back inside. She squeezed her aching cunt muscles as hard as she could, trying desperately to keep him inside. When it happened for the 5th time and she shifted up onto her elbows to rearrange herself better, Ryan started shouting at her.

“How fucking worthless are you?! Get back into position! You can’t even keep a dick inside of that loose twat?! That’s literally the only thing you’re made for!”

She quickly crossed her arms and arched her back again, and guided Asmo back in with a shaking hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! He’s just so little, it keeps-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” He cut her off. “I told you to squeeze harder, do you not fucking listen?!” His eyes narrowed. “I guess it’s time for plan B. You’re going to regret fucking this up, slut.”

Chelsea felt her panic rising at his angry tone. “S-sir p-please, don’t hurt me Sir I’m squeezing so hard, really! I-aii!” She squeals as Ryan’s hand painfully gripped her long blonde hair, and started yanking her towards the garage. Asmo followed happily, his little cock swinging comically.

‘She fuckin’ hates me, trust she fuckin’ hates me, la la la laaaa’

The rock music blasted from the radio in the garage. It was more of a man cave really, with a sofa and posters of naked women everywhere. Many of the pictures were of Chelsea in various painful poses, and the one that mortified her most was the black and white close up of her vagina, spread achingly wide by a speculum with her cervix visible. The walls were also lined with an assortment of ominous looking tools. Chelsea hated this place.

Her tears ran in rivers down her face, soaking into the coarse wood of the workbench pressing into her flattened cheek. “Oh---owww gawwd whyyyy?” She moaned and looked up at Ryan, and he regarded her coldly. A collar around her neck kept her face to the surface.

“You’ve proven you can’t be trusted to keep position, so apparently I need to restrain you.”

He had bound her arms behind her tightly. Her legs had been doubled up and tied around her ankles and upper thighs, with her feet resting near the gentle swells of her ass cheeks. She was face down on the workbench, laying flat with her head turned to the side.

He was quite fond of this special workbench. He and Mike had cut a large rectangular hole into the surface, and as Chelsea lay atop of it her full breasts dangled through the cut out.

Two large, heavy duty vices, each weighing easily forty pounds, were tightened around her hanging breasts. The vices were not mounted to anything, and thus swung gently from her chest. The weight pulled down heavily on her tits, stretching her funbags from her chest while she moaned piteously, trying to stay as still as possible. They were tightened around the middle swells, right around the meatiest part of her feminine bust.

Ryan gave each handle on the vices another partial turn, and she squealed and shook trying to get up. She didn’t get far, the collar around her neck was secured to the surface of the bench. At best she could squirm her body, and he was about to take care of that.

“So. Not only could you not keep Asmo’s cock inside you, but you refused to keep your back arched as well.”

SNAP!

He pulled on a short but thick black elastic band in his hands and let it go, startling her with the snap. Her face blanched as she looked at it. It had a metal asshook on the end, topped with a thick round shiny ball, and a D ring on the other end.

“Sir, please, I tried, I really did. Please, let me try again! I know I can do it, please!!” She hated having to beg to fuck a dog, but she knew her world was about to become even more painful. It always did.

He didn’t answer her but looked at her in silence, his face emotionless. Thirty seconds ticked by, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Her breasts hurt so much.

“Um ... Sir? Please can we ... can we maybe loosen the vices a little? Just a little, please? I can’t even think, it hurts so much, please sir ... they’re so heavy, just ... just a little less tight, please.”

“Yes. It’s obvious you’re not thinking.” Ryan said coldly, and with that he twisted the handle of each vice savagely once more, a full half turn.