Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah Chanson, collared, naked, and sore from a horrible day in her "new master's" care looked up from the bottom of the wire-frame cage as Catherine, the much more confident, buxom, and older woman loomed over her, separated by the black wires of the sturdy dog crate. There was truly nowhere for her to go for as she backed up and tried to get away from Cathy, all she achieved was pressing her bare, tail-plugged bottom against the cage wall, forcing the plug into her rectum even further and making her wince and hop forward; back to Cathy.

"Aww, look at you, little bitch. Scrambling around and so afraid..." Cathy says with a cruel hint to her voice. Standing so proudly in her high heels as she looked down at the naked Delilah and let her hands roam over her own body, emitting a low moan as one hand goes for one of her D-cup breasts while the other drifted down to her pussy, sliding two fingers between the designed-slit in the fabric to let her stroke and caress her genitalia unimpeded.

She's... fucking aroused by this! What a witch! Delilah thought to herself as she watched Catherine shiver and barely stifle her moans as she began to finger herself while watching Delilah try to fight against the limits of the cage and find there was no escape. She seems to almost reluctantly pull her fingers away from her cunt and makes a show to Delilah of licking them clean, indicating that she wasn't shy in the least. As far as available sexual fluids went, anyway.

Catherine tilts herself forward, half-laying atop the cage as one smooth leg kicks up behind her, her right arm supporting herself on the sturdy cage while her left hand's fingers traced lines along the metal wires, staring directly at Delilah as the nude teen strained to look up and glare at Cathy which only seemed to arouse her more. Catherine traced her finger along the wires all the way to her slit, collecting a bit more of her fluids to taste before intentionally dripping some down onto Delilah's back and hair in low, slow strings of her sticky fluid. Each drop made the blackmailed petgirl squirm and grumble form the treatment.

"Mmn... it always tastes best when there's someone to watch, to share it with... someone lesser. Because look at you! All caught up in your cage... disobeying master and being a useless pet. So depraved! All covered in dog cum... what a waste. If you'd done that, wasted even a drop of cum with your master you'd still be getting flogged... if it were up to me, anyway. But it's not. But... well, I can punish you in my own way. Matthew would never believe you over me anyway."

Delilah looks up as Cathy starts to lift herself further onto the kennel, mewling in seemingly unending self-pleasure as she arranges herself on top of the cage and sits down, spreading her legs to begin masturbating and making each drip and droplet fall onto Delilah.

"H-hey! You crazy whore! Sto-stop! That's so gross!" Delilah protests but only gets a peal of laughter from Catherine as she sits up to peer down between her legs, not stopping her stroking for even a moment.

"Ah-ah, Bitch, you're still not allowed to talk. And if you were, you'd hardly be the one to do it. Fucking Whiskey all by yourself? Letting him breed and knot you like a good little bitch, his female dog to carry his pups? Pity that he can't actually impregnate you, I bet you'd fucking like it!" She says with a condescending snarl in her voice as she starts rubbing harder and faster, spurting more of her fluids onto Delilah as the brown and black-haired 18-year-old blushes red and stews in her humiliation.

She's... not entirely wrong... I did let him... I mean, I didn't! But she's still a fuckin-

"And then you sucked him off too! It's all over your face you slutty bitch! Whiskey sure lucked out with such a submissive little slut to service him. Uhn, it's so... so hot how depraved you are!" She moans as her head rocks back, her hand getting wetter and wetter and splattering her arousal all over Delilah as a shriek of ecstasy indicates her peaking into orgasm and squirting hot, wet, degrading fluids onto Delilah as the teen grits her teeth and clenches her fists, unable to move enough to get out of the way and being forced to just take the abuse.

I'll fucking kill her when I get out of here! This is inhumane! Delilah thought to herself as she squeezed her eyes shut to keep Cathy's lewd fluid from getting in them at least. She has to give up eventually... what all could she do to me in here? I'm... I'm safe enough...

Cathy sucks in a few deep breaths and starts to roll off the cage after coming down from her orgasmic high, running her fingers along the cage with a soft tap-tap-tap. "Whaaa... whoooo, that was fun. Matthew hasn't had any pet subs in the house for a while. Having you here... what a delight. I needed this." She says in a slight daze as she walks around the cage slowly, smiling haughtily at Delilah.

And Delilah, peeking her eye open as the shame of Catherine's pussy juices burn on her skin, catches the blonde's gaze and sneers. "You're not better than me... you've been getting jealous of his attention all day... and he's giving it to me. What does that say about you?"

Catherine slams her hand on the cage again with a loud crash as the wires rattle. She hooks her fingers into the thin bars as she stares at Delilah, that haughty look gone as she seethes. "You stupid bitch... you never learn... and you don't get to talk!" She bleats, seemingly frustrated by the fact that Delilah was safe in that cage. The cage wasn't quite small enough that Cathy could use a sex toy to abuse her while in there, Delilah would be able to move away. The teen clearly didn't seem threatened by Cathy's comments...

Delilah looked up as Cathy seemed to calm down, straightening up as she started to smile again. What's that witch planning...?

Catherine sighs as she squats down suddenly, getting nearly eye-level with Delilah. "You know what... you're right. I have been jealous and dumb, and dumb for being jealous. After all, you're not my competition, you're a dog. His little pet. I don't have anything to be worried about." Catherine holds Delilah's stare long enough for the teen to waver, glancing away as she felt a pang of guilt run down her body, ending with an odd hollow pit in the very bottom of her gut. Cathy's smile only widens as she stands back up and lifts her right leg, sort of sliding her body to press her exposed pussy against the rounded corner of the cage, nestling her folds between two crossbars of the cage's roof and giving Delilah a clear view of her still-damp pussy lips.

"And you know what else dogs do, Bitch? Especially ones too stupid to go for walks and handle it themselves?" Catherine asks as she peers down her own body to smirk at Delilah.

The teen, a bit confused by Catherine's fairly unstable mood and tone changes, looks up and tries not to think about this bizarre woman flaunting her cunt in front of her. "W-what... what's that, witch?" Delilah asks.

But Catherine doesn't answer vocally. Instead, Delilah is suddenly hit in the face with the first spurt and spray of Catherine releasing her bladder, urinating on the caged petgirl as she rocks her head back, clutching at a tit while her other hand grips onto the wire mesh.

"W-whuh-HEY! STOP! STOOOP!" Delilah screams, sputtering as faintly-yellow piss sprays over her body, staining everything as Cathy does not, in fact, stop. The blonde giggles as Delilah tries to scramble away just to be halted by the wires, bouncing back and forth on the cage walls before finally curling up and covering her face, getting marked by the blonde's acrid stream.

"They piss themselves in their cages, little Bitch... since you couldn't do it outside, Matthew would easily believe you soaked yourself... and the bottom of that cage won't let it leak, so you must have rolled around in it in your sleep. Filthy thing." Catherine laughs as she "unsaddles" herself from the cage and goes to restore her clothes, looking extremely pleased with herself as she redresses and goes for the door, leaving Delilah stuck in the dog kennel in a shallow pool of the blonde's urine. "I'll see you after dinner, slutty pup. Maybe next time you won't be such an attention-stealing whore, can learn your lessons, and act like a good dog for master!"

Delilah jumps slightly as the door slams behind Cathy, leaving her alone in the bedroom as she slowly pries herself up from the bottom of the kennel. The black plastic "tray" that formed the base of it did indeed keep all of Catherine's urine from going anywhere else and the blackmailed, nude, degraded, fluid-soaked girl was left in a small puddle of piss. She tried to keep part of herself out but it was clear she wasn't getting away from it.

"Fucking... going to kill her... I swear. Ugh... at least... well... it could smell worse, I guess. Fucking no, wait, this is awful!" She muttered to herself as she felt Cathy's fluids cooling down on her skin. She looks around, seeing her kennel was placed in the middle of the room with nothing close enough to try and soak up the piss and the faux hardwood floors meant there was no chance of wiping herself off on any carpet. If she could poke more than a hand out of the cage!

Deciding there was nothing for it, Delilah started trying to splash the remaining puddle out of the cage, grumbling to herself as some spattered back onto herself. "I hope you slip and crack your head on this, you fat-titted cow..." she says angrily as she works to get Cathy's urine out from her kennel.

But, worse... Delilah had to admit Catherine was right about something. If she didn't get a chance to use a toilet soon... the human pet might be making a new puddle soon...

"Wakey wakey, Bitch."

Delilah startled as she heard a mocking, female voice followed by a metallic crash. She stirred and found she was sore all over. She tried to get up but the moment she started to rise her head bonked into a series of metal wires. Her hands immediately went up and tried to push and explore but she was in me metal dog crate! And...

And the events of the day before snapped back into her mind in an instant as she woke up fully. She spun in her tight enclosure and saw Catherine standing over her, dressed in a semi-sheer purple camisole extending down to her thighs, revealing she wasn't wearing anything beneath it.

"Let me the fuck out of here! You're crazy! You psychos!" Delilah barked as she felt gross. Like a slime or grease was all over her. And she looked down and recalled she had been covered in fluids from Catherine yesterday. And again, she was sat in a shallow puddle of what definitely smelled like urine.

Another playful slap of the crate gets her attention as Catherine taunts her. "Ah-ah, little Bitch. No talkies for you! I'll tell your master that you keep breaking his rules... but it looks and smells like you went and wet yourself in the night, doesn't it?"

Delilah flushes red as she tried to press her legs closed, just to feel a painful twinge in her bottom and a caked, ill-dried series of furs between her thighs. She cranes her neck and looks behind to see a piss-soaked fluffy canine tail behind her and grunts as she reaches back to pull it off her leg and moves the plug inside her rectum, keeping the tail attached to her body.

"No no, pet. That stays in until master removes it. But you'll get used to it... might even like it!" Cathy teases as she squats down and starts to unlock the cage. "But look... it's morning, you reek, you splashed piss all over the floor and I had to mop it up... but you were sooooo deep asleep that you didn't even hear me doing it. Matthew said you'd get hosed down in the morning when I told him in bed... and then you can have breakfast with your big strong mate. Doesn't that sound nice? Breakfast?" She asks, cooing her words as she unlocks the cage.

And Delilah looked at her with hate-filled eyes but her stomach did growl. "You two... won't get away with this... you're sick." She said through gritted teeth as the cage door opened and Catherine stood before letting a leash dangle from her hand.

"Yes we will and yes we are... we all have our little fetishes, Bitch. You just made the mistake of letting yours get recorded. Come on, up, let me put this leash on and we'll go hose you down... I'll bet the water is extra cold in the mornings!"

Delilah fumed as she heard the mocking tones of this blonde bimbo but had few other options. She did reek and anything was better than being in this tiny crate. Once she took her first few stiff crawling steps, she realized she could probably go with another use of the restroom anyway. Sitting up a bit, hands still on the floor, she cranes her neck to let Cathy clip on the leash and sneers at the woman. "I'll get you all for this... someho-"

SLAP

Cathy lashes out with a sharp open-palm strike across Delilah's dried cum-stained face, grabbing the petgirl's nose to punish her. "You're not allowed to talk, Bitch... and that means to anyone. Not while you're in this house, not while you're Matthew's pet. I'm sure he'll be excited to teach you that lesson again and again. Come." She stands and gives the leash a sharp yank, making Delilah squeak as the collar around her neck tugged on her throat and forced her to move.

The naked, reeking teen crawls out behind Catherine and down the stairs, wincing with each step as her cage-sore limbs got to stretch again. Spending a whole night in the fetal position on a plastic tray, soaked in piss, was less than comfortable.

Catherine wastes no time in dragging Delilah through the house and directly to the patio door, causing the petgirl to pull back on the leash a bit as the blonde slid the glass door open and tried to lead her through, a faint hesitation at the memory of Matthew's rule on her using it. But with the collar choking her at Cathy's pulling, there wasn't much option and she crawled through, looking around quickly to see if Matthew was watching.

And, as it happened, he was. Sort of. Sitting on a poolside lounger with a mug in one hand and his phone in the other, Matthew was seemingly enjoying a morning coffee in a loose shirt and shorts underneath the early morning sunshine, just barely peeking over the horizon. He sits up slightly and looks over as the disheveled teen crawls out, blushing and avoiding his eyes as Catherine drags her to the lawn-side of the backyard and a garden hose attached to a faucet there. He slowly rises and reveals Whiskey had been sitting beside him on the pool deck and both males made their way over to the female duo.

"When on a leash, Bitch, it's appropriate to follow your handler." Matthew says once he's within earshot, having seen the hesitant scramble from the petgirl. He arrives at her side and takes one whiff before glancing at Cathy, "Some soap for her. You were right... she did make a mess of herself." He says as he runs his hand through Delilah's shoulder-length hair, the roots showing her natural brown but the rest of it a darker black. Her hair was stuck and tangled in places, not unlike the liquid-soaked plug tail hanging from her bottom. "How was your first night, Bitch? It sounds like you had some issues... not the least of which continuing to break rules. They apply everywhere in my house. Not just around me. Understood?" He asks, gripping her hair and pulling it back to make her look up at him right as Whiskey trotted over, clearly enthused to see Delilah.

And as she tried to nod, Delilah noticed that canine was... wary. Whiskey had dropped his nose low and was moving closer to investigate her. What... what the hell does he want? Shoo, you stupid dog, can't you see your dumb master is being a monster right now? Bite him or something! That's what I get for trying to dog-sit you!

But, of course, Whiskey can't hear her thoughts, and as Matthew notices his canine approaching with caution, he releases Delilah's hair and looks at Whiskey. "Yes, boy? What is it?"

Whiskey's only answer is a low growl. He gets close and sniffs at Delilah's hair, fangs starting to bare themselves as the dog seems... displeased. Whiskey prowls around Delilah, sniffing at her side, her bottom, and back up the other side as Matthew stands back, fascinated by the behavior on display while Delilah sits frozen on all fours, her knees and hands digging into the grass where Catherine had placed her for a morning bath.

And as the blonde came back out of the house with a bottle of dog shampoo and got closer to Delilah, Whiskey turned and growled at her.

Cathy froze in place as Matthew gave her a sharp look. "Wh-what? What do you want you mutt? You're growling at me?" She asks as the large German Shepherd stalks towards her, following his nose as Catherine stands in front of him in that semi-sheer one-piece, her scent fully available for him. And clearly he was tracking a scent...

"Catherine... he's never done this before. Explain." Matthew says in his sudden stern, quiet voice. He turns and grabs Whiskey by the halter on his neck to stop him from getting closer to Catherine and the two stare the blonde down. Matthew glances back at Delilah who looks away.

She... does Whiskey smell her on me? Delilah wondered.

"I-I... Matt... Matthew, I... I don't know why he'd be acting like this!" Cathy answers with a stammer. Regardless of one's comfort with a canine, having one snarling and growling at you was enough to put anyone on edge. "He's obviously just angry about something... maybe he needs breakfast?"

Matthew stares his partner down before giving Whiskey a slight tug. "Off. Back off her, Whis. Let me handle her..." he says as he tugs and pushes the dog away from Cathy before approaching the blonde and whispering quieter, leaving Delilah out of the conversation.

The human pet watches the other two humans as Whiskey trots over to her, the aggression gone as he comes up to her, brushing alongside her and looking at Matthew and Cathy with her.

Okay... maybe he's not so bad. Either of them... if Matthew's going to talk with-

"Whu-no! Whiskey!"

Matthew and Cathy both snap their attention to Delilah as she yelps out, starting to pull away from the German Shepherd as he lifts a leg and starts to mark Delilah all while staring directly at Catherine.

"M-make him stop! Ugh! So gross!" Delilah screams as she starts to push away just for Matthew to shout a firm command.

"Stay! You don't move an inch, Bitch." He orders as he starts moving over to his two pets, Whiskey defiantly staring up at his master while piss-marking his territory.

Whiskey drops his leg and sits down beside Delilah, placing himself between the teen and Catherine and stares her down, making his claim clear. As if to say, "She's mine."

Matthew pauses as Whiskey sits to defend Delilah and looks back to Catherine, turning over what this display from the canine could possibly mean. "Catherine. In the house. We'll talk after Bitch gets her bath..."

Catherine startles, her face dropping and mouth opening to protest. "B-but! Matthew! Sir!"

"Inside."

Delilah watches with as neutral an expression as she can manage as Cathy is sent into the house in disgrace, both males of the home arrayed against her. Serves you right for pissing on me, psycho! Delilah thinks before looking over her shoulder at Whiskey. Not sure about you though... dick move! She felt a slight shudder run through her body as a gentle breeze blew over her, cooling the remaining canine urine covering her body. At least, that's what she thought was making her shudder.

Matthew let out a soft grunt as Catherine finally turned and went inside without another word. He took the shampoo and turned to Delilah, sending Whiskey off with a command but the canine only moved a few paces away before sitting to watch Delilah get bathed.

"Always something around here..." Matthew grumbled as he began washing down his piss-soaked pet.