I like things

You’re already in bed, half asleep in the dark. I move in and clamp my gloved hand hard over your mouth before you can scream. My body pins you down as I growl low in your ear, “Shhh. You’re mine now, baby. I’m done watching. I’m taking you home with me.” You thrash wildly, but I’m much stronger. I flip you onto your stomach, zip tie your wrists brutally tight behind your back, then buckle a thick leather collar snug around your throat. I yank your panties aside and shove two thick fingers straight into your dripping cunt while I choke you lightly with the collar, making you whimper.

I rip the rest of your clothes off, cuff your ankles together, and finger fuck you mercilessly on your own bed curling hard against your g-spot while pressing a powerful vibrator right against your swollen clit. I edge you over and over, bringing you right to the brink only to pull away and slap your soaked pussy when you start to shake. Your muffled cries turn into desperate, broken sobs as I overstimulate you relentlessly, forcing orgasm after orgasm until your legs are convulsing and your brain is turning to mush.

But I’m not done with you here. While you’re still twitching and dazed from the overstimulation, I gag you, throw you over my shoulder like a ragdoll, your tied wrists and collared neck making you completely helpless and carry you out to my waiting van in the alley. The cool night air hits your naked skin as I load you into the back and drive off with my prize.

I take you straight to my soundproof basement. I chain you to the heavy metal frame I built just for you, wrists cuffed high above your head, ankles locked wide apart to the floor, the collar chained short so you can’t move your head at all. You’re completely spread open and immobilized. I rip the gag out just so I can hear you beg.

I drop to my knees and devour your oversensitive pussy, choking you with the collar while I edge you again for what feels like hours, fingers, tongue, thick toys, until your eyes roll back and your mind is completely gone. Only when you’re a drooling, shaking wreck do I stand up, free my throbbing cock, and slam balls-deep into your soaked, ruined cunt in one savage thrust.

Therapist. Licking the tip of his finger, the man flips through his notes. The girl sits silently on the couch. Her misty eyes stare at the clock on the wall.

“Are you ready to begin?”

She doesn’t reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.

“Let’s get started. From the top, let’s go over what happened that night.” Her eyes drift down to the floor. “…again?” She swallows her words. “Trust the process.”

“Uhm… I went out dancing…” The girl’s unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. “And what were you wearing?”  She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. “…the clothes I showed you…” He nods. “Did you wear them today, like I suggested last time?”

Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. “…yes… under here…” The man smiles. “That’s good. You’ve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didn’t even want to look at those clothes.” He clicks his pen twice. “Let’s see them.”

Shallow breaths. She wants him to fix her. Lifting up the shirt, she reveals a thin lace top. He takes more notes. Her sweatpants slide down. A tiny frilly skirt barely hides her blue-and-white striped panties. Long socks match her underwear. Her therapist examines her. “Why do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?”

Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. “It was a rave… lots of girls dress like this…” He doesn’t respond, letting the silence invite her insight. “…I guess I wanted attention…” The man writes on his pad. “Well, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.”

“Was a little drunk… lost my friends… dancing on the floor… some guy started touching me…” Her small voice fades off. “Mmhm. Touching you where?” She’s getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. “He was groping my tits.”

The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. “Did he grab you like this?” The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. “No… was rougher…” Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. “Like this?”

She nods. “…pinching my nipples and stuff…” He recreates it for her. “Dressed up like that, it’s no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on you…” The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. “So what happened next?”

“…uhm… told him to stop…” He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. “Why did you do that? You’re letting him see your panties, don’t you think that’s a bit of a mixed signal?” The girl blushes a deep red. “…I dunno… I tried to get away… he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.”

“Going somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.” Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. “No… was just trying to have fun… told him to leave me alone… he grabbed my neck.” The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.

“Did he choke you? Like this?” She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. “What happened next?” She shakes her head. “Tell me what happened. It’s important for your therapy.” He chokes her harder. “I won’t let go until you do.” Her head spins. “…kissed me…”

Her therapist drags her in closer, pulling the girl onto his lap. His lips press into hers. His tongue fucks her mouth. She squirms and tries to push him away. He releases the choke, holding the back of her neck to keep kissing her. The girl slowly stops fighting.

“You’re doing good. Let’s keep going. What did you let him do next?”

Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. “Dragged me into the janitor’s closet… shoved me into the corner…” He nods and kisses her cheek. “Okay, we’ll go through that now.”

His powerful hands grip her by the waist. She stumbles as he drags her across the room. He pushes her to the floor in the corner of the room. “I’m sure you were fighting more than that. Don’t leave out any details.” The girl’s eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. “Come on, tell me.”

“I was crying, begging him to not do it… I sucked his dick… thought it would keep him from – “ The therapist cuts her off. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He strokes her hair. “It’s okay to cry here. Let it out.” She sobs. “I didn’t want it.” The man unbuckles his belt. She’s back in that closet in the nightclub. Tears run down her face.

The girl is still sobbing as she wraps her lips around his cock. Her head bobs quickly. The therapist grips the back of her head, fucking into her throat. He lets out a satisfied groan as her tears and spit mix, drooling down her slutty outfit. “So, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldn’t fuck you?” He doesn’t look down, but he can feel her nod.

“Try harder, then.”

Stroking his shaft, she sucks off her therapist. The girl does everything she can. Forcing it as deep as it can go, rubbing his balls, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Her facefucking gets more desparate. She knows she’s running out of time.

“Did he cum in your throat?” The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. “Guess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.” The girl gasps for air. “Please, no… just let me suck your cock… please… not that part…” Her therapist lays his dick across her face. “You’re almost there, keep going.”

He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. “He pulled my panties down… forced my legs open… he… he…” The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. “You’re more wet than last time. That’s good. You’ve made a lot of progress.” Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.

She lets out a quiet scream. The girl’s body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. “He held you like this, right?” Even as she struggles, she nods. “Was his cock my size?” A pathetic whine. “No, you’re a lot bigger…”

The therapist pounds into his patient. “I’m…” The girl twitches underneath him. “I’m…” Deep hard strokes. “No…” She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapist’s cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. “Did you cum?” The man asks, inches from her face. “Yes…” He keeps going. “I meant the night that it happened.” She looks up at him, filled with shame. “Yes…”

“You’ve done so well. We’re almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didn’t he?”

The girl’s eyes light up with fear. “No no no… not that part… please, no, stop…” Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? It’s okay to let go.” She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. “Please, no, stop. I want to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Is that what you told him?” He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. “Don’t cum inside of me. Don’t don’t don’t don’t…” She bursts into tears again. “Did he cum in you?” The therapist’s soothing voice makes her shudder. “Yes, but I can’t go through that part… I can’t…” He kisses her, stroking her head like a terrified animal.

The man gasps and lets out a long exhale. She feels his cum flood into her. The catatonic girl stares down at her used pussy as he slowly slides out. The sticky damp of her therapist’s cum pours down her ass. She can see him talking, but all she can hear is pounding in her ears.

He relaxes on the couch. The girl’s tongue cleans his cock. “Did you do this for him?” The man slowly rubs her back. “…nu-uh…” She nuzzles into his bulge. “You’ve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.”

His fingers pinch your clit, hard. You gasp, eyes wide, pain shooting through your body. You jerk helplessly, wanting to move away from the assault. But there’s nowhere to go. He holds you open, spreading your cunt lips to show off that swollen, aching clit. Two hard flicks in a row make you wail and beg him to stop. He doesn’t listen. A skilled touch pulls your clit hood back, revealing more of your tender flesh than should be possible. More real estate for him to work with. You don’t even know where he got the vibrator from, but suddenly it’s on you. The highest setting, pressed with the lightest touch against your exposed clit. You don’t even have enough air left in your lungs to scream. The high-powered vibrations lightly meeting your clit is torture, worse than if he were to push the toy hard against your flesh because this is concentrated, specific, targeted. The barest connection point holding all of the sensation. You aren’t even aware that you’re wailing. Desperate, animal noises. Worthless struggles against his weight and hold. Tears streaming down your face. Your cunt dripping onto the bed. Finally, finally, he turns off the vibrator. Pulls it away from you. But he’s not done. Because what comes next is so much worse.

A tiny, metal clamp. Angry jagged teeth and an adjustable screw that makes the tension bespoke. Whispered objections leave your lips desperately, but he doesn’t care. His fingers come back to pull back your clit hood, your eyes widening in sheer terror when you realize his intentions. There’s nothing to buffer against the cruel, cold metal as it crushes your throbbing, swollen clit in between its jaws. The scream that leaves you is earth-shattering. He laughs and gives the clamp a hard flick. It sends shockwaves through your body. Then he attaches a wire to the clamp, connecting it to an electrical box, and ice-cold understanding shoots through your body. You’re not going to survive this.

He turns the dial on the box, and your clit jumps in response to the current. It’s pain, it’s torture, it’s pure, unadulterated sensation that drills deep into your nerves and holds you hostage. He turns the dial more. Your body breaks. It’s not an orgasm; it’s a forced eruption. A gush of fluid explodes out of you, coupled by the worst sound you’ve ever heard. It’s you. It’s inhuman, incomprehensible. It doesn’t stop. The current keeps coming, your body keeps breaking, and finally, your mind does too.

Yes, I know you miss being smart but we agreed that keeping you this way makes everyone happiest. Listen to you and all your big ideas. There's nothing you can do. Five more minutes and you'll be a drooling horny mess again. I do enjoy these short talks while we wait for you to get stupid again though!

I never tell you outright to change. I don't even criticize. I simply give or withhold praise.

"I like that color on you"

"I like that softer eyeliner"

"That shorter hem makes your legs look amazing"

"your tits look great from that angle"

"I love when you do that with your tongue"

Over years your wardrobe turns over into only things I like. your hair is grown and styled to My preference. your piercings and tattoos are in places and of things I prefer. your movements in bed are all orbiting the ways that you can please Me best.

I don't need to force you. Force has its place but it's barbaric and it's temporary.

No, to permanently take what I want from you, I just course correct your mind a fraction of a degree at a time. Imperceptible, until one day you no longer see who you used to be.

And while he’s busy he gave you one simple rule: rub your cunt until he says stop. So you keep going. Your clit so sensitive it feels like it’s vibrating on its own. Coated in your own juices, dripping onto the floor, drifting in and out of a haze of exhaustion and overstimulation. You want to beg him to let you cum, or just to let you rest, but you know better.

You’re just background noise to him. A sex toy he left running while he focuses on things too complicated for you to understand. So you keep those fingers moving, because you’re his good little fuck doll.

Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. “Try to relax, okay? I’m just going to start by indexing your memories.” The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. “So, uh, who usually gets this done?”

“Eh, you’d be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.” The technician’s eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.

He’s seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. “Is that what you’d like to have removed?” She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. “No? Something else?” Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.

“Everything else.”

The man raises an eyebrow. “You want me to remove… all of your memories… except for that one…?” Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. “If you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!” He sighs. “It’s your decision. But I can’t remove everything at once. It’ll take a lot of sessions.” The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. “Well, get started then.”

Checking over the rude woman’s memories one more time, he configures his program. “I’m going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. We’ll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.” She leans back in the chair. “When you wake up, you’ll feel like it was just a dream…”

The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.

“Do you remember me?” He asks. She stares up at him. “You’re a memory technician… I don’t remember your name…” The man smiles and nods. “Okay, good. What day is it?” The girl looks down at his feet. “I… don’t know…” He smiles again. “Perfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.”

A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. “Everything alright?” He asks, steadying the swaying girl.

“Yeah… I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train… someone had to teach me.” The man strokes her back. “You forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?” She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. “Here, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.” Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.

Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. “I can delete this for you too.” He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. “Uh… no… I’ll keep this…”

Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. “We have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I can’t take out more until you make some more.” A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. “That’ll take too long, is there something else you can do?”

“In theory… I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. You’ll think they’re yours.” The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. “…what kind of memories are they…?” He puts his hand on her thigh. “I’ve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?” She lays her hand on his. “…yeah…”

Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girl’s mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.

She’s almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping she’ll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. “What happened to you?” He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. “Some guy used me, just normal stuff.” The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.

Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. “I’m worried about you. I’m going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know you’re safe.” She doesn’t really understand. “Uh, yeah, whatever.” Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. “Looks like you’re still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.”

The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.

Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. “Do you remember me?” He asks, resting his hand on her ass. “Uh… you… you’ve been helping me?” The technician shrugs. “Close enough. You still need to pay.” She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.

A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes he’s the first to take her there. She’d remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. “…thank you…” Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. “…thank you for helping me…”

Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. It’s normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. “…thank you thank you thank you…” Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. “So good…”

“…I’m good…” Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. It’s infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.

“Squeeze tight.” He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. “Squeeze tighter.” The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. “More, you dumb slut.” Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.

“…thank you…” The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. “What do I do now…?” Easing himself out of her, the man stands. “Back to the chair for you. We have more work to do.”

She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. “Spread your legs.” He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girl’s face lights up as he turns it on.

“I thought we were done for the day.” She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. “Not yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.” The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. “Can we fuck again?” He codes a special memory, something deep. “After. We’ll do this first.”

“But I wanna fuck now… fuck my ass like that again… c’mon…” Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. “Still a brat.” The technician mumbles to himself. “Why can I not get rid of that.” He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.

The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.

“Do you remember me?”

The girl bursts into laughter. “Of course I remember you!” Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.

“I belong to you!”

The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. “Can we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?” A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. “Not yet. I’m going to take you home first.”  The girl pouts. “Ugh… Wanna get fucked right now…” He lets out a defeated sigh. “Still a little bratty, I guess.”

Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. “Home first. Then I’ll ruin you.” She looks confused. “I don’t remember home.” The technician unplugs the cord. “You haven’t been there before. It’s your new home.” The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. “And that’s where I get fucked?” He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. “Yes.”

“One last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.” He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. “Why did you crawl? Why didn’t you walk?” He asks, following behind her closely. “I dunno how to do that… can we fuck…?” The technician smiles and helps her cover up.

“Good girl. Let’s take you home.”

“nuh… stahhp…” Still half asleep, her soft paws try to fend off the wolf. He nudges her in the ribs. “five more minutes…” The bunny rolls over and tries to go back to sleep. “You said that an hour ago.” Nibbling on her ear, the wolf growls. “It’s time to get up.” His prey’s eyes flicker open. “but am sleeeeepyyyy…”

She sits up begrudgingly. Rubbing her face, her nose wiggles. A shy glance at the big wolf and her bum wiggles too. Smelling the fresh berries, the bunny dives into her breakfast. The wolf watches her eat silently. “amshigonahvtgro” She squeaks as she stuff her cheeks with the sweet fruit. “I can’t understand you when your mouth is full.” The bunny swallows. “Are you gonna let me go?”

A solemn shake of the head. “No, you’re my captive, remember?” She chews thoughtfully, looking at the exit to the cave. The bunny is quick. She could easily run. A cold wind blows into the den. “Right, yeah.” Popping another berry into her mouth, she cuddles up to his chest. He rubs her back as she eats.

Finishing off the last treat, the bunny nuzzles up to him. “Can I go back to sleep?” Chuckling, the wolf lays back. “Not now, I’m hungry too.” Her little feet kick slightly. Her head against his chest, she can hear his heartbeat. The wolf closes his eyes.

“Bring me breakfast in bed?”

The bunny clutches at his chest and squirms in his arms. Her captor waits silently. “…okay…” She finally breathes. His eyes are still closed as she slowly climbs up his body. The girl’s knees rest on either side of his head. “…here…” She whimpers. “…hope you like it…”

Cracking open one eyelid, the wolf opens his mouth. His long tongue hangs out. His sharp teeth glint. The bunny stares into the void, strands of spit hanging between his canines. A nervous gulp. The wolf doesn’t lift his head. “Well?”

“…uh… oof… jeeze… can’t you just lick me…?” Her tiny body holds itself inches above his open mouth. The predator doesn’t move. He lies in wait. The bunny’s tiny pussy twitches. “…uhm…” She mumbles, lowering her hips slightly. “…uhhhh…” She feels his hot breath touch her. The girl drops. Her wet pussy presses against his tongue.

“…ahhhh…” Her paws dig into her own thighs. The bunny starts to grind. Rubbing her cunt against the wolf’s mouth, shudders run through her body. He slurps lightly, helping her along. The girl immediately begins convulsing. Gasping for air, she tries to hold back from cumming. The wolf reaches up and holds her paw. She folds over, squeezing his hand and cumming against his rough tongue.

“…nuh… nuh… uh…” The bunny pulls herself up again. Lifting herself, her pussy floats away from his mouth. Both powerful hands grip her waist and hold her in place. “More.” The wolf growls. “More. Now.” Overwhelmed, she covers her face. A light tug and her cunt touches his lips. Sucking and licking, the wolf enjoys her sweet body.

The girl is trembling, but she tries her best to keep grinding. His hands help guide her, pulling her up and forward so her clit runs along the full length of his tongue. Slapping at his forearms, the bunny struggles to pull herself off of him. “nonono… too much, too much too…” Convulsing again, the bunny collapses on top of him. The wolf never stops licking even as she cums.

“Two is too much! Too much!” Fighting harder, the bunny can’t crawl away from him. Every time she pulls away, he drags her back to his face. “I’m still hungry.” The wolf licks his lips before sucking on her clit. Groping her bum, pushing a finger inside, scratching at her bare body, he keeps his prey pressed on top of him. The shuddering bunny gives in. Her bum wiggles faintly as he finishes his meal.

She can barely move when he’s done. Wiping off his face, the wolf pulls her in close. The bunny feels his cock press against her tummy. Through half open eyes, she stares down at it.

“Can i…”

The wolf waits. His prey gets flustered. She chickens out.

“…can I go back to sleep…”

Her captor smiles. Leaning in, he kisses her. The bunny tastes herself on his tongue. She stares at him with wide eyes. “Sure, you can have a nap.”

“No! No! No!” The girl squeals and wiggles. Keeping a firm hold on the scruff of her neck, the wolf silently plods through the forest. “Pweeeese don’t eat me…” She fights against him, her light tapping barely noticeable to the predator. As they approach the entrance to his den her begging becomes more pathetic.

“Nononono…” Darkness and warmth envelop the little bun. Depositing her in his home, the wolf flops on top of her. Pinned underneath, she cries for mercy. “No!” Her muffled squeaks make him chuckle. “What’s wrong, little bunny?” The wolf growls and she falls silent.

“Hm? Not so chatty now, are you? Tell me what’s wrong.” All he can feel of her movements is her heart pounding in her chest. Another tiny whine escapes from beneath his mass. “…don’t wanna get eaten…” The wolf snorts. “Well, not much you can do about that, I’m afraid.” She starts to fight again. He ignores it, letting her tire herself out.

“Nuh! No!” A weak gasp. Her struggling paws start to give out. Looking down at his prey, the wolf smiles. A fleeting moment of eye contact. She stares at his grin. The bunny blushes raspberry red and looks away. “Ready?” The wolf nuzzles her face. “…no…”

He presses his mouth to her lips. Kissing the little bunny, the wolf works his tongue against hers. Tiny gasps are inhaled by the powerful beast. Saliva drips down her cheek. Holding her in her place, he kisses her over and over again. She twitches and paws at his body but can’t escape his grip.

“Yum… you taste so sweet, bun…” The bunnygirl breathes slowly, gawking at him as he pulls away. “No.” She begs again. “Yes, you do.” He strokes her lips and rests his mouth against her neck. “…berries…” The girl explains. “It’s more than that, little bunny. Pretty buns like you just taste extra good…”

“No! No!” The prey starts to fight again as he nibbles on her neck. “Don’t eat meeeeee…! Ah!” Her breathing is rapid and shallow as his soft bites work down her collarbone to her breasts. “Ah! Uhhh… Ahhhh…” Sucking and kissing, the wolf’s rough face grinds against her bare tits. His teeth scrape her nipples as he squeezes her chest. “…no… no…”

The wolf sinks his teeth into her little breast, leaving a bright red mark. “aah~ ye- uh… noo…” The bunny whimpers. He lets out a deep growl and bites her again. Gnawing on her tits, the wolf enjoys his catch. Her foot kicks slightly. Holding her arms down, he chews his way down her tummy to her waist. The bunnygirl stares at the faint teeth imprints in her smooth skin.

She squeezes her thighs together. “No.” The wolf smiles at her, and she opens them just an inch. “I think yes.” He kisses just below her belly button. “No. No. No.” The bunny doesn’t push him away. Her eyes are hazy and soft as he pushes her knees open. Her pussy sparkles, wet and tight. The wolf’s cheeks scratch against her thighs.

“…”

His hot breath caresses her slit.

“…n… uh…”

A strand of ravenous drool hangs from his charming smile, dripping towards her clit.

“…no…”

His tongue presses into her pussy. She gasps, eyes rolling back. A long shudder rolls through her tiny body as he laps up her cunt. The bunny kicks the air. The wolf slowly works his tongue up and down, carefully walking his prey through her orgasm. An almost inaudible whine joins the sound of his soft slurping.

“Did you like that, bun?” He teases. She can’t hear him. He asks again. The bunny plays with her nipples, staring into nothing. “Did you like that, little bunny?” She looks down at him, dazed. “…no…” The wolf kisses her clit. “Oh, well.”

His lips seal around her button. Sucking slightly, he licks tight circles around her clit. His prey’s legs are wide open and trembling. Releasing the suction, the wolf slips his tongue into her hole. Deep licks slide in and out of her pussy. “You’re so sweet and juicy.” The bunny can barely speak. “…nuh…”

It feels like hours pass in a few minutes. Handling the small girl, he keeps eating as he pushes her around the den. Folded into a corner, the bunny shivers as he devours her cunt. Adjusting himself into a more comfortable position, she spies his hard, swollen cock. The wolf’s wide tongue grinds into her. He watches her distracted gaze as her body starts to twitch again.

“no… no… no…” The girl’s voice fades away as she starts to cum again. Her lips move silently. The wolf licks. Bunny scratches cover the bite marks on her tits. Her perky nipples disappear in her fingers as he eats her to completion. The girl gawks at his cock as she finishes against his lips.

She’s too shy to reach out and touch it. She’s too nervous to push it down her throat. She’s too little to hop on top of him and bounce until he unloads inside of her. Her toes curl from his steady licking.

“No. No. No…”

He won’t stop eating her, no matter what she does. Her faint cries are replaced with long moans. The bunny helplessly grinds herself against his tongue. He pushes her open with her fingers, lapping up every bit of her. A sharp bite on her inner thigh is followed by a sweet kiss on her pussy. The wolf doesn’t hold her down anymore. She could run, if she could walk. “nooooo…” The girl sings as she closes her eyes.

The wolf’s face is smeared with her juice. Faint snoring drifts from the little bunnygirl. Licking his chops, he admires the passed out prey. Climbing up next to her, he holds her in his arms. The bun snuggles up against his chest. Her bum wiggles slightly as she sleeps. A kiss on her forehead, and the wolf follows her into her dreams.

“Do you have any juice left in your cartridge?” Her father spooks her. Pulling back one earbud, she looks up at the man standing over her bed. “…what?” Opening her bedside table, he plucks out a burnt out cart. “Do you have any juice left in your vape?” The girl shakes her head. “No, daddy. You made me smoke it all last night. Remember?”

He sighs. “I guess I’ll have to drive to the dispensary again. This little arrangement is getting expensive.” Looking her dad up and down, she rolls onto her back. Her slightly lifted shirt shows off her bare tummy. “It’s closed on Sundays.” The man eyes her pretty body. “Ah, damn it. I needed some relief from my puppy.” His cock aches against his jeans.

Kneeling on the bed, he starts to lift up her shirt. A slim flash of her bare tits before she pulls it back down. “Dad! Cut it out!” The girl crawls away from him. “You know the deal. I only want to do that stuff if I’m stoned…”

He doesn’t respond. Returning to the bedside table, he pushes aside a half dozen empty cartridges and retrieves her collar. A deep, pretty purple and made of leather, the clasp clinks in his hand. His daughter slides off the bed and backs away. “Nuh-uh! Hey! Put that back!” She protests as he follows her around the room. The girl is cornered and pushed up against the wall.

“Daddyyyyy!” Her hands paw at him, trying to push him away. The man hold her tight and brings the collar up to her neck. “Dad! Ugh! I’m not puppy right now! Dad!” The purple collar wraps around her throat and closes with a click. She fights back. Biting his forearm, she continues to protest. “Yip! Yip!”

Her father laughs. Her eyes widen. “…I mean… uh… stop.” The girl’s head spins. She’s never barked sober before. Returning his hands to her body, the man gropes his daughter as she whimpers. The shirt is pulled over her head and tossed away. Her shorts are tugged down. In nothing but her panties and a collar, the girl tries to fight off her dad.

“Nonono! Gross! I’m gonna remember everything! Stahhhhppp!” She squeezes her legs together, desperate to keep his hand from reaching into her underwear. The man keeps her pushed up against the wall. His fingers force their way into her panties. Her dad starts to rub her wet slit. “Woof! Arf!”

“Good girl.” Hearing his voice and feeling his touch, the girl’s eyes unfocus. “Good girls get their pussies rubbed, you remember that, don’t you?” He growls into her ear. She can’t help herself. Her tongue falls from her lips as she pants eagerly. Kissing her open mouth, he makes out with the confused girl. “Come back to the bed, puppy.”

She snaps out of it. “No! Dad! I…” Her pleading does nothing. Dragging her by the collar, the man pulls his daughter to her bed. Shoving her face into the mattress, he unbuckles his belt. “Dad. No. Dad! No!” She squirms and kicks and fights as her soggy panties are pulled down. His cock rubs against her bare holes, and her mind goes blank.

Daddy, please stop. The girl begs. All she can hear is enthusiastic barking. What’s happening to me? Her brain feels blurry. She tastes his stubble as she licks his face. Daddy’s not stopping. More silly barking, mixed with flirty giggles. Trying to push him off, instead she pushes her hips back into him. I feel so full.

Keeping a firm hold on her collar, the man ruts into his daughter. He stares into her eyes as he uses her. Every time she starts to regain focus, he pets and praises her. “Good girl. You’re a good puppy. No thinking, just fucking. Good tight puppy.” The father’s words make her forget. Lost inside herself, she begs for him to stop. “Woof woof <3” She giggles as she bounces her ass against his hips and drools on the sheets.

Why can’t I stop. The girl picks up the pace. He gropes her tits and plays with her clit. Why do I feel so full. Looking down between her legs, she watches him slip a finger into her pussy. His fingering only adds to her confusion. The man thrusts harder. “Oh… daddy…” A moment of clarity cuts through her haze as she watches her dad’s cock stretching out her ass. “Daddyyyy you’ve been using my bummmm…”

“Shush, puppy.” He growls, tugging on her collar. It chokes her. She stares at the empty weed cartridges on her bedside table. Completely sober, the girl doesn’t have an excuse this time. A few swift strokes across her clit and hard thrusts into her ass and her leg starts to kick. He watches his daughter paw at the sheets and whine. The puppygirl cums as her dad forces himself into her bum.

Happy daddy. Grinding her butt against him, she nuzzles into his neck. Her daddy’s sweat smears across her flushed face. Happy puppy. The girl’s legs are splayed open, letting him deep into her asshole. Happy daddy. His grunting becomes fast and violent. “Woof woof woofff…” She pants as he cums inside of her. The sober girl watches her dad ease his cock out of her. A long strand of his semen hangs from the tip of his dick to her stretched out ass. Happy puppy.

“…do you think she’s on drugs…?” His wife wrings her hands as she watches their daughter flip through a magazine. The girl hums to herself, loud music playing on her headphones. “No… of course not, honey…” The father tries to ease her nerves. “She’s doing great at school, has a job, lots of friends… she’s doing fine.”

“She’s just been acting strangely lately.” He pats her back. “I haven’t noticed anything. Don’t worry yourself.” The woman breathes a sigh of relief and nods. Passing by her daughter, she lifts up part of the headphones. “Turn down your music, please. You’ll ruin your hearing.” Rolling her eyes, the girl obliges and returns to her magazine.

Leaning against the doorway, the father watches his wife clean the kitchen as his daughter reads. She looks up at the man. Her pretty eyes stare into his. His daughter’s gaze is blank and empty. Open mouth, tongue out, she drools a thin strand of spit.

The girl squirms as he reaches up her shirt and gropes her chest. Flustered hands cover her face. She shakes her head when he pinches her nipple. “What’s wrong, honey?” Her dad asks as he feels her up. “uhhh… it feels weird when I’m not puppy…” Looking down, she can see his hand moving around under her shirt. “…like I think too much about how you’re my daddy…”

“…can you get me high first…?”

Keeping his palm on her soft breast, the man opens the bedside table drawer. Pulling out her strawberry vape pen, he puts the tip to her lips. “Okay, let’s shut off that little brain, then. Make you a doggy.” Her father presses the button for her. She sucks in a large cloud of THC vapour. The girl exhales the first hit of the day as he fondles her chest.

Four more big puffs. Her dad never stops touching her. The girl’s flinches get softer with each inhale. Leaning in, he gives her a long kiss on the lips. In a flash of embarrassment, she breaks away and stuffs her face into the pillow. “ahhh… dad… it’s still too icky…” He strokes his little girl’s back. “Your tolerance has gone up. Last time you were sucking my cock after five hits.”

She hears the bag tear open. A firm hand on the back of her neck guides her back up to a sitting position. Between her dad’s fingers is a dark purple gummy, inches from her face. “Let’s give you a treat - for being a good girl.” Her head feels heavy from the powerful vape. Pushing his fingers into her mouth, the man deposits the candy on his daughter's tongue. She chews on the treat as his hands return to her chest.

The girl’s shirt is lifted up over her head. He makes her take another hit from the vape pen. Naked from the waist up, she leans against her dad as he touches her body. A slight whimper when he puts his hand between her legs. “Take your shorts off.” The man’s order pulls her from her daze for a moment. “uhhh… yes, daddy…” She stands with a little wobble, bending at the hips as her shorts and panties drop to the floor. Her dad grabs a handful of her ass.

“uhm… dad… I’m not high enough yet… it still feels weird…” The girl protests as his thumbs pull her open. Gripping her hips, he pulls his nude daughter into his lap. Another black cherry gummy appears in his fingers. “Dad! I just ate one! It hasn’t even started-“ The man grabs her by the face. “Quiet, pup. Eat your treat.” Squeezing the girl’s cheeks, he forces her mouth open and pushes the gummy inside.

She tastes like black cherry candy when he kisses her. His tongue works around his daughter’s mouth. The girl’s legs kick slightly when he puts his hand on her cunny. Rubbing her wet slit, the man grins as she grinds her ass against his cock. He reaches into the bag and deposits another powerful candy between her lips. She can taste her own pussy on his fingers along with the gummy.

The first wave slowly glows through her body. “uhhh… dad…” His daughter whimpers as she slides from his lap down to the floor. “daddy… woof…” He squeezes her cheeks as she kneels in front of him. The vape touches her lips, sucking down another big hit. “wuf wuf wuf” She mumbles, little puffs of white floating up to him with each bark.

Looking at the vape and his stoned daughter, the man brings the pen to his own lips. He inhales his first hit since college. She giggles. “silly daddy… you’re not puppyyy… i’mmm pupppyyy…” Leaning over the naked girl, he kisses his lips against hers and exhales into her lungs. Vapour escapes between them as they make out. The girl lets her body fall back and stretch out over the carpet. “I’m daddy’s puppy… daddy’s cunny…”

Completely lost in her black cherry haze, the girl crawls around on the floor as he collects her collar. “Here, doggy.” The man orders. The gummies start to take hold. “Hehehe… woof woof…” She can’t understand his orders. He clicks the pretty purple collar around her throat. “Arf!” His daughter squeaks, rolling around on the carpet.

“Come give me a blowjob.” The man unbuckles his belt, taking out his hard cock. She keeps flopping around on the ground. “Wurf arf worf hehehehe…” Stroking his shaft, he steps closer. “Sweetie? Are you listening? Suck on my cock, okay?” The girl pants obliviously, staring off into the distance. A long pause as he stands overtop of the thoughtless girl.

“Alright, then.” He grips her by the hair and pushes her open mouth onto his dick. His daughter looks up at him, wide eyed and confused. She starts to suck. Thrusting down her throat, he grunts as his balls rub up against her dripping chin. “Looks like you need more training…” The girl stares at him with a completely blank expression. Her cheeks suck inwards as she blows her dad.

Another satisfied grunt and he lets his cock pop out from her lips. Rubbing the spit-covered shaft against her face, the girl’s tongue plays along the base. Back inside her throat. Rubbing against her face again. She pants and whimpers when she’s not sucking. She lets out a muffled bark when she sucks on his balls.

Letting her go, the girl rolls around on the carpet some more. Her dad takes a hit of the vape then gives his daughter two more. A trail of vapour floats up in the air as she wanders aimlessly around the room. “Get back here, I’m going to fuck you.” She doesn’t understand. She’s just a puppy. Taking the matching purple leash from the nightstand, he clicks it onto her collar.

Immediately, his daughter starts pulling on the leash. “Arf! Woof!” The girl giggles as she chokes herself on her restraints. A strong and steady yank pulls her back in close. “Sit, pup.” The man tries another order. She kneels next to him, back straight. “Oh, you remember that one?” He laughs at her, feeling the effects of the high. The girl barks. “Bend over.”

Folding herself over, the puppy shoves her butt high in the air. “Good girl!” Her dad kneels down behind her on the floor. The girl gives her ass a happy shake. “Wurf wurf!” Panting, she pulls against her leash. He keeps it short, preventing her from wandering away.

A firm tug on the leash, and his little girl backs up onto his cock. “uhh… woooof…” She shakes her head, confused by the feeling of her dad stretching out her pussy. Following her puppy instincts, the girl pushes back into him. The older man groans in pleasure as the collared girl’s bum nestles just above his cock. Her body shudders with each hard thrust.

“You’re already as tight as when you cum, pup pup.” The dad keeps one hand on her leash and the other on her ass as he smacks his hips into her. “Did you hear me, kiddo?” He gropes her bum as he fucks her. “Dad likes how tight you are.” His hand moves up her body, squeezing her breast. “…honey…?”

The puppygirl doesn’t reply. Not even a bark. Just faint panting sounds come from his bent over daughter. Slightly concerned, the man pulls her upright by her leash. Gripping her face, he stares into her empty eyes. He can feel her just slightly quivering in her hands. Still fucking the wet pup, the tight clench of her pussy slips up and down his cock.

“…are you cumming…?” The man handles his daughter’s breasts as he pounds into her. “...wurf…” A faint whisper on her black cherry breath. He kisses her, and she kisses him back. When he pulls back, she stares at him without a single thought. Releasing his hold on the leash, she slumps down onto all fours. The girl is silent as he continues to fuck her.

Slowly, he leans further overtop of her. Ass and hips are pushed closer to the floor with each thrust. Finally, she’s flattened out underneath him. The man uses his daughter’s pussy, fucking her into the ground. Her drool makes a puddle on the carpet. “Dad’s gonna cum inside again.” He growls as his pace quickens. “You okay with that?”

The girl stares up at him, oblivious to his question. He can’t hold on any longer. An aggressive howl from her father punctuates his cum filling her up. She doesn’t understand. She’s just puppy.

Messy from sex and nestled in his arms, she nuzzles against his neck. They cuddle naked as her dad plays with her sticky pussy. He kisses her forehead. She licks his cheek and nose. Laughing, he takes a hit from her vape pen. The man gets up to retrieve the bag of black cherry gummies. Trotting alongside him, she stops in front of the mirror.

Taking out another gummy, he turns back to his daughter. Naked and beautiful, she stares at herself in the mirror. He watches her tilt her head. “…woof?” Confused. The girl touches the glass. “Don’t think too much about it, puppy.” Her mouth opens to receive another puppy treat. She can taste his cum on his fingers. Chew and swallow. The girl’s purple-stained tongue hangs out. She tastes his cum on his cock.

This is a sequel. Read part one here.

“It’s, uh, my friend’s…” Blushing and looking down at the floor, she can’t get such a bold lie past her father. “Like hell it is. You’re in so much trouble, miss.” Guiding her to the couch, the man sits her down. “I don’t want to have to tell your mother about this, so listen up…” The vape wiggles in front of her face as he condemns her.

“…you’re going to smoke this whole thing in front of me. That’ll teach you a lesson.”

Her eyes widen. For a moment she considers telling him the true contents of the strawberry-flavoured liquid. Gripping the couch, she chooses to not fess up. “…yes, dad…” The girl mumbles, taking the vape from his hand. Her father folds his arms with a sense of smug satisfaction from administering his old-school punishment.

The girl’s thumb runs across the puppy sticker, carefully ensuring it doesn’t slip off. Her lips nestle against the tip of the vape. Pressing the button, she inhales a short burst of the bright berry vapour. The father sits down next to her, resting a firm hand on her shoulder. “Come on, we’ll be here all day. You like smoking that thing so much, show me.”

Already feeling the effects of the cannabinoids, the girl tries to maintain her composure. He squeezes her shoulder as she takes a big hit. A cloud blows out of her lungs. She feels a little bit dizzy. Looking at the almost-full cartridge, her stomach sinks as she realizes how much she has to go. The puppy sticker looks up at her with joyful, innocent eyes.

“Again.” Her dad orders her. Another big hit. “Keep going.” The girl’s eyelids flutter as she sucks down as much as she can. “Again.” She leans back on the couch, nestled up against her father. Another big cloud of vapour is inhaled and exhaled. The girl starts to cough. Her dad smirks, satisfied that his punishment is working. “Not all fun and games now, is it, kiddo?”

“…y-yeah…” She mumbles, sucking on the vape. The girl squeezes her thighs together, trying to remember how to speak English. “You’ll never want to smoke one of those things again after this…” He feels rugged and strong with his arm around her, pushing the vape back up to her face. She tries to not think of her dad like that. She tries to form a sentence. “…don’t you know that stuff is bad for you…?”

“Uhhh… wurf…” The girl barks softly. The man stares at her blankly. “Don’t be silly, answer my question.” Instead, his daughter nuzzles against his shoulder. She takes another long hit from the vape pen, blowing the cloud downwards as she stares into his lap. “Uhm… I’m just puppy…” The girl tries to explain herself. “…silly little puppy…” Her head spins, too high to comprehend what she’s saying.

Grabbing her chin, her dad tries to push her upright again. His daughter’s eyes close. Her mouth opens, wrapping her lips around his thumb. She sucks gently. Dumbfounded, the man feels her tongue roll around the tip of his finger. “…that’s, uh, not your vape thingy…” Glazed over eyes peer up at him. She giggles as his thumb pops from her mouth. “heheee… whoopsies… dumb puppy… wuf wuf…”

Sucking on the vape again, she mumbles and barks to herself as she works her way through the cartridge. Her dad watches in stunned silence. Sinking back into the couch, the girl cuddles up to him again. “…puppy icky…” She whispers into his ear. He can smell the strawberry juice on his daughter's hot breath. “Icky?” The man asks naively. Panting, the girl nods. “…puppy sooo icky…”

His eyes follow her hands as they stroke down her body. Over her cleavage, down her tummy, to the hem of her skirt. The man’s jaw drops as the girl he raised slowly lifts up the fabric. Underneath, her paw print panties are completely soaked. The wet fabric clings to her pussy, showing off her slit. “…seeeee? I’ma icky puppyyyy…” The pink paw prints are pulled downwards.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Snatching the vape from her hand, he stands up. The girl slips downwards off the couch, rubbing at her bare clit. “I’m going to go throw this thing out.” He turns to leave, feeling the tug of his daughter’s hands on his pants. “nooooo… puppy want treats… woof woof…” Looking down at the dazed girl, he watches her touch herself, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“I’ll be a good girl… good icky puppy for daddy….” She sits on his foot, grinding her wet slit against his leg. Her face presses into his crotch, inhaling deeply. His cock gets hard. The man looks at the vape pen in his hand. He makes a decision.

Running his hand through her hair, he lowers the vape to his daughter’s mouth. “…want to suck, doggy…?” She gives him a hazy grin and humps his leg faster. “Yah, daddy… good doggy… good suck…” Latching onto the pen, the girl starts to give it a blowjob. Her head bobs up and down, vape smoke blowing out of her nose as she fellates the object.

The girl’s eyes stay shut as he extracts the vape from her lips. Her mouth stays open, tongue drooling strawberry-flavoured spit down onto his feet. It smears against her pussy when she humps it. Slowly opening his pants, he lays his swollen cock on her tongue. “…here’s another treat, puppy.”

In one second, her dad’s cock is slurped down. He moans as his daughter grinds her cunt against his shin. She sucks her dad’s dick in the middle of the living room. If there was any restraint left, it’s gone now. The girl leaves wet streaks up and down his leg. Her dad holds on to the back of her head, thrusting his cock into her throat.

“Again.” He growls, pulling her off his cock. The vape is pressed against her lips. She takes a big hit. Before she can exhale, her dad pushes her face back into his crotch. The puppygirl holds the weed vapour deep in her lungs as she sucks him off. Barely anything comes out when he releases her. “Again.” Another hit, another minute of sucking cock. “Again.” The girl is almost unconscious as he orders her to inhale.

“…stupid puppy…” She mumbles as he leads her to the bedroom. His daughter can’t walk anymore, so he holds the back of her neck as she crawls. One more big cloud of strawberry vape, and the girl climbs onto the bed. Kneeling on all fours, she pulls herself open and shows off her drippy holes to her dad. “…daddy’s stupid puppy…”

She barks when he thrusts inside of her. Her panting is rapid as he holds onto her ribs, fucking deep into his little girl. “Tight little puppy.” The man grunts as he ruts into her. The girl lets out a goofy giggle. “Hehehe… treats for tight puppy…?” Handing her the vape, she takes yet another big hit as her father enjoys her. “…mmph… wurf wurf…”

He can feel his fingers stroke along his cock as she paws at her clit. Rubbing and smoking and arching her back to let him deep inside, the man picks up the pace. She looks at him with red, unfocused eyes. Her lips touch the vape, inhaling her biggest dose yet. His daughter holds it inside and rubs as he smacks his hips against her bum.

“You’re a good girl. Good dumb puppy for your daddy.”

She twitches and shivers. Her pussy squeezes tight around her dad’s cock. A huge billow of strawberry vape flows from her begging lips as she cums. He holds on tight, listening to her happy barks and thrusting harder with each little cloud. One deep push, and he finishes inside of his puppy daughter. The man collapses onto the bed. She rocks her bum back and forth as his cum runs down her leg.

“Can you drive me to the dispensary?” Manipulating the cartridge in the morning light, she looks at the last droplet of burnt juice rolling around in the plastic. “Absolutely not.” Her dad replies. She shoots him a glare. “Yes, you are. In fact you’re going to pay for a new cart, too.” The stubborn girl jabs him in the chest. “Unless you want to explain yourself to mom… I’ll tell her everything you did to me last night.” He sighs and rubs his temples. “Fine. I’ll get my keys.” His daughter grins. “Thank you, daddy.”

“We’ll stop at the pet store, too.” The man looks up from tying his shoes. “Oh? What for?” She wiggles her butt and leans forward, tapping her finger on his bulge. “You’re going to get me a collar. I’ll need it if I have a fresh cartridge.”

“Something cute. Girly. I like pink… purple might be nice too.” As they leave the family home, his daughter wraps her arm around his. “…but I want you to pick it out for me…”