KATALINA
For six days, the punishment continued. Each day, Huracio would make me drink a bowl of water before bed, fuck me senseless in the morning, then take me to his office where he would feed me during lunch. After that, he would make me feed that slut. I found out her name was Ane.
I can’t describe how painful his betrayal was. I continuously reminded myself that I was a pet and had no rights, but my heart grew heavier and tighter since I first saw Ane arrive at the office. Here I was, struggling to stop myself from falling in love with him while he saw me as nothing but a part of his sex toy collections. The most annoying thing was how he was so casual about it. As if it was normal, and I shouldn’t feel bad.
Though he was attentive to me and did his best to show that I was his favorite, knowing that I had to share him with some other women dampened my spirit. Yet, I had to pretend that I was welcoming to the other pet. Otherwise, this punishment window might never close.
On the second day, the meal was steaks, and I had to offer Ane what remained of the T-bone I ate.
On the third day, Huracio brought in a big cage and made me share it with her. Heavens, I was furious. I almost couldn’t hold back.
On the fourth day, he got us a larger food bowl and made us eat dog food from it together.
On the fifth day, he asked us to play with each other like puppies.
By this time, the tension between Ane and I had considerably reduced. We did our best to run around, yelping, and barking, rolling on each other, and licking each other. It was disgusting, to say the least.
At the end of lunch on each Day, Huracio would fuck me senselessly, while Ane watched. She would whine, whimper, and bark, displaying her eagerness to participate, but surprisingly, Huracio ignored her. This made me feel very happy. At least, he upheld my dignity and gave me some face.
To my surprise, on the sixth day, we stayed at home. From the moment Huracio brought me out of my cage and led me to the toilet to ease, till nightfall, Everything felt strange. He had a hard, stern, brook nonsense face on.
He first fucked me before washing me. He came and just left me hanging. Then while he was getting me dressed up, he pounced on me again. No foreplay, no nice words. He didn’t even talk to me. This time too, he finished and stood up.
During his breakfast, he made me kneel beside him with my paws up. He threw me titbits of food, and I would catch them or pick them off the floor with my mouth.
The house was filled with my excited barks. I tried hard to get him to relax and smile, but it didn’t work.
Right after he finished eating, he took me for a walk in the compound. I crawled after him, barking intermittently and acting excited like a normal dog.
When we got to his favorite tree, he sat on the swing under the tree and started playing catch with me. He threw a frisbee, and I ran after it on all fours, picked it up with my mouth, and then crawled back to him. When he took it from my mouth, I barked and wagged excitedly. He ruffled my head and threw the frisbee again.
That was the first normal action he did. Thinking my exaggerated excitement was working, I put more effort into it, not minding the sweat, and the hot sun. Though it was a tedious play, it was a good exercise for my hands and knees.
After more than ten throws, he ordered me to roll on my back. I barked and obeyed.
The dog jumpsuit I was wearing had a slit that ran from the middle of my waist, down to my butt cracks, ending on my perineum.
I had since noticed Huracio’s cock growing hard. By the sixth throw, he brought it out and was casual in wanking it while watching me crawl back and forth. He knelt, undid the press button holding the slit in my jumpsuit together, and directly slid his cock in. Once again, without any ceremony, he dug into me and came, not allowing me to finish.
I was then returned to my cage for an afternoon nap. In the evening, he fed me dog food with a bowl of milk. I had no choice but to drink the whole bowl. After that, he made me lie on the floor while he watched the news.
After watching the news, his mood seemed to get worse. He started slapping me around, fucking me any which way. He had me until I passed out. When I woke up the next day, I was in my bed, curled up in his arms. My punishment was finally over, but I was badly bruised and fatigued.
Also very confused. Something must have happened for him to be like that.
I slowly got out of bed and with a grim face. I slowly made my way to the bathroom. There was nothing as relieving as being able to use the toilet at will after several days of using it only once a day.
I closed my eyes, tucked my lips in as hot pee washed over my raw pussy, stinging my brain into a frenzy.
“School!”
My eyes snapped open, and I gasped. It was already a new week two days ago. Meaning it was school week. I needed to do registration and other things. Not just that, I hadn’t spoken to Emilia since that day. Thinking about her, my heart pounded. I had better have a good story for her this time.
I quickly finished up and hurried back to my room.
My phone!
Huracio was yet to hand it back to me. Restless, I went in search of him but he was nowhere to be found. He had left for the office.
Fuck!
I decided to visit Emilia, but the moment I got to the door, Stone refused to let me out. His boss was yet to give him the go-ahead to let me leave the house.
Perplexed, I walked back inside and slumped on the biggest couch in the living room. The same one where I was ravenously devoured last night.
Is my punishment over? What the hell is going on? Did Huracio change his mind about letting me go to college?
My back broke out in cold sweat as the probability hit me.