Bitchin'

"We'll have to get you a new name", I told the bitch. It was noon on the following day and we had trained since early morning. She was again exhausted, but her stamina had improved a lot during the past weeks. She still wailed and groaned and complained, but she couldn't hide how much better she managed to cope with her bondage by now. I knew she'd be fine with some more hours of training in the afternoon, no matter how much she would protest or sob.

Right now she was lying next to me on the grass, panting heavily. As usual, her sweaty tits were protruding from the holes in her suit.

Her eyes widened while, naturally, the rest of her face, which was covered by the muzzle, stayed expressionless. She grunted and tried to protest the notion that she 'needed' a new name, but once I had administered a light zap, a silent shiver ran through her body and goosebumps appeared on her skin.

"I know that you'd prefer to keep your old name", I told her. "But you've to admit that no one seems to be coming to your rescue. You've been here for a long time already and I think it's time you accept that you'll be a bitch for the rest of your life. And I'm pretty sure you've re-named some people as well during your time as a sadistic control-freak and a sociopath."

There were tears in her eyes. This was the first time I saw her crying and it was priceless. She nearly choked on the gag, her throat worked hard. I knew what she was dying to know how longBut I didn't tell her. Instead I patted her head with a smile.

"I'll call you Bailey from now on. I like the ring of it. Do you like it too?"

She barked twice - which was technically allowed and didn't warrant a punishment. Barking twice meant 'no', and I had, after all, asked for her opinion.

"I'm sure you'll get used to it, Bailey.

She shivered and sobbed and I noticed to my astonishment that her nipples were hardening, their small pink areolas tightening a bit. I took one between thumb and forefinger, pinching it. Bailey groaned and tried to get on all fours and away from me, but I held her collar with my other hand. She had already been smaller than me when she still had been human, and now as a bitch had no chance left to fight me off.

"Stay, girl. What the fuck... it's definitely not cold enough for this. What's going on here?"

She groaned, lying flat on her back and struggling to turn around and get on all fours, flapping her useless arms and legs. I had to pinch that nipple really hard to get her attention.

"You're my dog, Bailey, you are *my* bitch. You know how I hate it when you try to get your way." I eyed her, suspicious. I let go of her nipple as she returned my glance fearfully. I placed the same hand in her crotch, where her pussy was essentially naked except, of course, for the strap that ran through it. Baileys cunt was damp again, which wasn't a surprise. Surprising was how she quirmed and immediately started to moisten up even more.

She saw in my face that I knew what was going on. She stared at me, more fearful than before. Her eyes - those large doll-eyes that had been such an important factor in Hannah Gehringers power over men - were nearly popping out of their sockets. Bailey didn't blink while I nestled my hand under the strap, but she jerked violently when I pinched her swollen clit.

The bitch was in heat. She was horny, aroused, hopelessly randy.

"You still want to murder me", I whispered. "But you also want to cum, don't you? This is how it begins. This is how you break. And you know that very fucking well."

She protested. For weeks now she had not had the guts to scream loudly and have me punish her for it, but now she didn't care anymore: She produced a roaring, choking, *despaired* scream that impressed me.

I didn't zap her. Instead I very slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy. I rested my thumb on her clit and began stroking it.

"Oh my God that must be hellish!" I grinned, my fingers in her tight, hot cunt. "You're not a sub. You've never been submissive and I doubt you'd hesitate one second to cut my throat if you got the chance. But still... this isn't so bad, is it?"

She barked a 'yes', desperate, hateful, drooling. She pushed her cunt against my hand and at the same time tried to crawl away from me. Her eyes were glassy. Here was a woman at breaking point, someone who was being driven insane by the stuff she had been forced to do and to endure. I still did not feel the slightest bit of empathy for her.

I kept Bailey in my grip, forced her to stay and released her from the strap that ran through between her cuntlips. That way I could stroke her easier. She mewled, kept pushing against me, sobbed some more.

By now I was aroused too. This was too delightful and too crazy to not make me horny. It was an utter victory I hadn't even seen coming today. I took my hand off her pussy, which made her groan in disappointment and I opened my jeans. "You eat me", I told her. "And after I've been satisfied, you'll get a chance to cum. Or you keep struggling" - which she did now that I showed her my smoothly shaved pussy - "and you'll be locked in your cell for the next three days, blindfolded and with your ears plugged. And I'll make sure your life is devoid of anything that even resembles an orgasm, but filled with a lot of hunger and cold and pain."

"Hghrrrrrrrrrh...!" That was her protest as I pushed her snout against my pussy. Beneath the cool leather were her soft, drool-smeared lips. She tried to turn away, producing a disgusted snorting noise, but I didn't let her. I must have half suffocated the bitch before finally she pushed her tongue through the ring gag.

The semi-soft ringgag she was living with had forced Bailey to train her tongue during the last weeks. She had learned to drink like a dog and to eat like a dog. In the process her tongue had gotten stronger and more skillful. Warm and slippery she worked it between my pussy lips, still choking and protesting. She found my clitoris and with a degraded, angry wail she began licking it.

I moaned under my breath and released Bailey a little from my grip, but just a little - I made sure that her nose was still pretty deep buried in my wetness. I let her smell me, kind of enjoyed how she kept gagging. I only needed a minute until I came and when I did it felt like the first orgasm I had ever had in my life, violent and crisp.

I didn't let her cum that day. I just locked her back in her cell and forced her to sleep with my smell on her snout and lips. As is lay on my bed exhausted I decided that from now on I'd make her eat me at least once a day. I was sure she could still get better at it and I was determined to fill her up with my taste until her whole life would take on the flavor of my pussy.