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Stefanos

Amari’s body shook as a sob escaped her, but I felt nothing. There was no mercy in the wake of my revenge. Ten days. For ten days I sat simmering in my rage as the plethora of my father’s lies tore at my insides, watching my mother wander aimlessly in her home, grieving for a man I no longer recognised. For a man who had betrayed us.

“Remove your clothing. I won't ask again,”

I said with my voice devoid of emotion.

Her eyes opened and she lowered her hands, gripping the edges of her jacket to draw them closer to the centre of her chest.

“W-what? No…please, I can't—”

she said as her breath hitched, and her voice stammered.

“You can and you will,”

I said interrupting her. “You belong to me now. Your body, your dignity, and your humanity—it is all mine to take.”

I would take it all, piece by piece until there was nothing left of her but what I allowed. Her tears spilled over, streaking down her cheeks, but I felt no pity, no remorse—only the cold satisfaction of my revenge.

She fumbled with her coat until it slid down her shoulders and fell on the floor behind her. Her hands shook as she reached for the dull grey sweater, hesitating as her dark eyes pleaded with me.

“Do it,”

I said, my voice dropping to a whisper each word laced with menace. “Or I will do it for you.”

She pulled the sweater over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her shoulders hunched and she wrapped her arms around herself in a futile attempt to preserve some shred of modesty.

“Continue. All of it,”

I said with my eyes soaking in her flawless brown skin, deciding that red would be an excellent colour against her skin tone.

She continued to undress, each article of clothing falling to the floor until she was left in a pair of black panties. Her breasts were larger than I anticipated but her swollen nipples were a shade darker, perfect for the clamps I had waiting for her. I licked my lips when she pushed the thin lace of her underwear down her thick thighs.

Her breasts and hips stood out against her slim waist, showcasing an hourglass figure. Her body was far more sensuous than I’d ever encountered. Tall, skinny, and fragile were all I knew, but this woman would be able to take everything I gave her—and more. Why did she hide herself under such repulsive clothing?

She placed her underwear on her sweater and stood up. I was disappointed that her pussy was bare. A bitch should have some fur on her cunt. Her hands were clenched at her sides, but her face was covered by her hair, which was dangling down, trying to hide herself from me. I unbuckled the collar before approaching her, and she flinched when I placed the collar around her neck.

“Lift your hair up.”

I fastened it around her neck, the leather pressed tightly against her neck. The metal buckle clicked into place and she breathed out a ragged breath of air at the sound. I dropped the chain and let it dangle on the floor. The collar looked good on my bitch but I wasn't done.

I tugged on the chain, pulling her towards the bed before lifting the dog mask up.

“I’m not an animal,”

she whispered.

“Oh, but you are,”

I hissed. “You're a bitch, Amari, my bitch. A pathetic, whimpering mutt. And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll believe it too.”

I lowered the mask, but she shrank away from me, twisting her head. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. She no longer had tears in her eyes but a silent resignation in them. I released her chin, satisfied that her new reality was beginning to sink into her. She remained still when I placed the dog mask over her head, covering her entire face except for her eyes peering out from beneath the leather.

Once I buckled it on, I put her paws on her hands, deciding to leave the knee straps until she got used to crawling on the floor. I picked up the oval clamps, pinching the black metal clip open and placing it on her nipple.

Her hiss of pain caused my hardening cock to press against the restraints of my trousers. When I dropped the clamp, the bell tinkled in the silent room. I watched her while I cupped her breast, while I put the other clamp on. She began to breathe through the pain, something she would feel a great deal of.

“Only your tail left,”

I said, my voice dripping with mockery. “On your knees, Amari.”

When she didn't move I grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to the ground. There was a dull thud of her knees against the hard floor and she cried out. I leaned down until the cool leather mask grazed my cheek.

“You’ll learn, Amari. You’ll learn what it means to be nothing,”

I whispered against her ear.

She whimpered like the animal she was becoming and I chuckled in delight at the sound. I stood up to observe her posture, kneeling on her hands and knees with her ass in the air.

“Good girl,”

I said, sneering at her.

“P-please…don’t…M-Master,”

she begged through her pathetic stuttering, placing her paws on my shoes.

“Now, now. Is that how a bitch talks?”

I asked, shaking her paws off my foot, to place it on the small of her back. “Show me how a good bitch begs her Master. Bark for me.”

When she didn't bark I pressed my foot on her until she began to bark.

“Wuf…woof, woof…woof,”

she barked and I lifted my foot off her.

“This is your new identity. A pet bitch. My pet bitch. You’ll wear this and learn to obey. You’ll bark, you’ll fetch and grovel at my feet. You will do it all willingly because if you don't—”

I said with malice, trailing off to let the implication hang in the air between us.

I picked up the knee straps from the bed before switching them out for the simple ones. The only item left was her tail. I rummaged around in the drawers until I found the lube, deciding to show her some mercy since it was her first day.

When I turned to face her, she remained in the same spot I left her in. Her breasts dangled down with her bells close to the wooden floor. My revenge wouldn't be complete until I created the perfect little whore who begged for her Master’s cock. My eyes trailed over her body as I walked toward her, stopping behind her ass. Her golden brown large mounds of flesh were a fucking work of art.

“Spread your legs, Amari,”

I said my voice low and rough.

She didn't move immediately and I was about to boot her when she parted her legs. My lips parted when I saw her tightly, sealed dark hole waiting for its tail. Below her asshole lay plump labia lips, showing the slight hint of her pussy hole, waiting to be parted and explored.

“Ti òmorfi pòrni,”

I whispered to myself. What a beautiful whore.

The flawless set of holes would need to earn its Master’s cock.