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THIS IS THE POST FOR ALL UNDERAGE PROMPTS!
If your prompt includes any character 15 and under (real or fictional) this is where it goes. Slash, het, f/f, and anything else you can think of is all welcome and encouraged here! : )
Please try to fill out old prompts in ( Read more... )
He stayed inside her until he felt himself begin to soften, then slowly eased out. He crouched down and pulled open her pussy lips to look inside. Her vaginal walls were red from pounding and coated with spunk. Jared's spent cock twitched at the sight, but it was late, and he needed to get his newest little bitch chained down in the dog pen before she came to.
When Jensen woke up, everything hurt. Her shoulders felt like they were on fire, and her head was pounding. But worse than either was the ache between her legs and in her belly. For a moment she couldn't figure out why she felt so terrible, and then she got a whiff of doggie breath and remembered all too well. She sat up with a jerk, then curled into a fetal position and moaned when the sudden movement pulled at her injuries. After a moment, she made herself raise her head and look around. She was in a huge room-more like a barn-filled wall-to-wall with metal cages. And in each cage was a sleek, well-kept dog. The dog in the cage closest to her snuffled through the wire at her. Was it one of the dogs that had raped her? She couldn't tell. She hadn't been able to see much of any of them. Oh god, Jensen thought, how many were there? The rape had felt unending; she didn't know if there'd just been two dogs or hundreds. She gingerly put one hand against her vulva and felt wetness. In fascinated horror, she stared down at herself and pulled the hand away. A string of pinkish fluid stretched between her hand and her pussy, then dripped down onto the doggie bed she was lying on. She gulped back bile and tears. 'No time to cry,' she told herself. 'I've got to get out of here before-before anything else happens.'
The cage she was in was large enough for her to kneel upright, but she couldn't stand. So she awkwardly walked on her hands and knees to the locks on the far side of the cage. Every movement sent more twinges of pain through her, but she pushed the feelings aside. The locks were on the outside of her cage, of course, but she pushed her fingers through the cage's wires and felt them. One felt like an ordinary combination lock, like she had on her school locker. 'Don't. Cry.' she told herself again. The other had a keyhole. 'If only I'd been a bad girl, one who stole and knew how to pick locks,' she mourned. 'Maybe I can make a lock pick out of the wires...?'
But before she could put her plan into action, a door opened and the man came in. All the dogs immediately started barking and dancing around, clearly thrilled to see him. Jensen huddled into the farthest corner of her cage. To her surprise, he didn't immediately approach her cage. He made the round of the others, petting the dogs, checking tags and food dishes. He let some of them out, and they happily bounded out the barn door. Finally, when Jensen was shivering with a mix of pent-up adrenaline and terror, he ambled over to her cage.
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He crouched down to look at her more closely. He was huge, she realized. Even bent as he was, he was intimidatingly tall. “Now Jenny, I know you must miss your old owners. But I'll make you happier than they ever could. They couldn't fulfill your needs. But I can.”
Jensen let out one breath, then two. When she spoke, her voice was so soft it could barely be heard over the din of the barking dogs. “They weren't my owners. They're my parents.”
The man smiled serenely back at her, but there was a hard edge to his voice. “Maybe they were. But then they found out what you really are.”
“And what am I?” snarled Jensen.
“You're a cock-hungry cumslut, Jenny.”
Jensen stared for a moment, too shocked to say anything. Then she flung herself at him. When her body hit the cage, he whipped his hand out, fast as a snake, and caught her wrist. He pulled her flush against the wires, grabbed her other wrist, and then pulled both of her arms through the gaps in the cage. She yanked against his grip, but his hands were hard as the shackles had been. Smiling coldly at her, he transferred both her wrists into one unyielding hand. And then, still looking straight into her eyes, he shoved his thumb into her pussy. It shot a spike of sensation up through her. She choked and stilled.
“Just like I thought, sopping wet and hungry for more,” he said. He pulled his thumb out and sucked on it. “Mmm.” He smiled at her again, and this time there was heat in his eyes. Horrified, Jensen began struggling against his grip again. He quirked an eyebrow at her, patronizing, then let her go and stepped back. “I know you want it bad, Jenny. I know your cunt is just aching to get bred. But I take good care of my bitches, so as much as it pains us both, you've got the day off. Get some rest.” He winked at her and sauntered away, hands in his pockets.
Jensen watched him go, tears in her eyes. She didn't understand anything that was going on. All she knew was that she had to get out before he came back. She looked around her cage again, looking for something to help her escape. There wasn't much. There was the pallet she'd woken up on, which looked like Buddy's bed, and two doggie dishes in one corner. She crawled over to get a closer look at what he'd left her. One was filled with water. And the other-dry dog food. She started crying in earnest. The way he talked to her, the way he treated her-like she was a dog. Like she was just a dog. Jensen hugged her knees to her chest and tried not to feel frightened.
She lost track of time, but at some point the dogs started bounding back into the barn. Jensen had given up on the locks long ago, and was now curled up on the pallet trying to conserve warmth. The room wasn't chilly exactly, but it was cool enough that her nipples were hard as rocks and her skin was covered in goosebumps. She hoped the man came back with the dogs, because she needed him to let her out so she could go the bathroom. And as though she'd summoned him with her thoughts, he stepped through the door. As before, he checked the other cages first, locking some and unlocking others so the next set of dogs could go play outside. Finally he reached her cage.
“I have to go the bathroom,” she whispered, her cheeks pink with humiliation.
“OK girl, ok,” he soothed. “I'll take you for walkies.” He unlocked her cage and, gingerly, Jensen crawled out. She started to stand up but the man put one huge hand on her shoulder and effortlessly pushed her back down to the ground. “Hands and knees,” he said sternly.
“But--” began Jensen, and he gripped her shoulder harder. She could feel her bones grinding against each other.
“Dogs don't stand on their hind legs. And dogs don't talk back to their masters, either.”
Jensen opened her mouth-then closed it. The man smiled when she did, his dimples popping, and he relaxed his hand. “Good girl. Now, before we can go for a walk, you need to do one thing.” He paused, looking thoughtfully at her.
“What?”she asked faintly.
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“Now everyone can see you're mine. You like that, don't you.” She didn't say anything. He shook her a little. “Don't you, Jenny.”
Jensen bowed her head. “yeah.”
“What do you like?”
“I-like people knowing I belong to you?” She could hardly get the words out.
“That's right, girl.” He let go of her shoulder and tugged on her collar. “C'mon, let's go for a walk.”
She crawled after him. Her knees hurt, her shoulder hurt, and she could hardly breathe over the lump in her throat. She was too miserable to notice where he was leading her. But then a blast of cold air hit her, and she realized they were outside. The area all the dogs had just been in, she guessed from the mounds of shit littering the field. The man motioned negligently toward a nearby tree. She looked up at him in confusion.
He pursed his lips. “G'wan girl. I don't have all day.” He folded his arms. With horror, Jensen realized he wanted her to pee outside, like an animal.
“Toilet paper?” she whispered. He stared at her, his face hard. Her cheeks burning, Jensen crawled to the far side of the tree and peed. Some ran down her leg. She shuddered in humiliation. Slower than before, she crawled back to the man.
“Filthy bitch.” Jensen kept her eyes on the ground. The man walked away and, not knowing what else to do, she followed behind. When they reached the barn he uncoiled a hose and, without any warning at all, sprayed her with it. The water hit her like a slap. She jerked away, about to stand up and run--
“Stay.”
He swung the hose toward her again, and this time she stayed where she was. He blasted her face, then her breasts, then finally, horribly, he turned the hose up full-blast and aimed it up her cunt. This time Jensen couldn't stop herself; she sprang up with a shriek. Before she even got more than a step the man had tackled her. She hit the ground with a harsh thud that echoed through her already aching body.
“When I say stay, I mean it.” His voice was cold but his body was warm. It completely covered hers. Jensen was so cold by this point that she actually felt comforted by its warmth. Unnerved by the feeling, she strained against his hold, and he held her down effortlessly, his muscles hard and unyielding. “You're dirty again. I'm going to have hose you down all over. And this time, if you run, I won't chase after you. I'll have the dogs do it.” She twitched, and he continued, almost conversationally, “They're pure-bred German Shepherds, you know. I train them myself, by hand. If I so much as raise an eyebrow in their direction, they'll tear your throat out. Or maybe I'll just have them chew through your legs. Couldn't run then, could you?” He chuckled to himself, his laugh boyish. Then suddenly he sobered. “I don't want to sic them on you, Jenny. You're an investment, and I intend to get a full return on you.”
“How?” she breathed.
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“No! No!” she began struggling again, as hard as she could. She couldn't bear to go through it again. She couldn't even bear to remember it.
“I have faith in you, Jenny,” he said calmly. He wasn't even breathing hard from pinning her down. “Once I've got you properly trained, you'll breed my dogs with a smile. You'll beg me for doggy cock. It's just a matter of time.” Abruptly, he stood up, but kept her pressed into the muddy grass with one huge boot. “And if you misbehave, I'll cripple you and have them fuck you anyway.” He took the boot off her back. “Now get up.”
Sobbing, Jensen got to her hands and knees.
“First rule, you obey every word that comes out of my mouth. I tell you to stay, you stay. Second rule, you speak when spoken to. Third rule, I never want to see you on your hind legs again. If you disobey, you won't like what happens to you.” He grabbed her collar and pulled her back toward the hose. She followed him numbly. This time when the gush of cold water blasted inside her like an ice pick, she stayed where she was.
Jared woke up with a smile on his face. For a moment he couldn't figure out why, and then he remembered. His new acquisition. His littlest, cutest bitch. He'd never trained a human before, but he figured it couldn't be that different from training a dog. And he was very, very good at training dogs. The first day had knocked most of the fight out of her, and his threats the next day had gotten rid of most of the rest. She'd obeyed him with barely any hesitation since then. She was young, clearly pretty sheltered. She was used to obeying. And now her pussy was healed up a little, it was time to get her training started in earnest.
He went for a quick run, pounding the packed earth beneath his sneakers. He owned everything as far as he could see, acre after acre in every direction. It wasn't great land, not particularly fertile, but he liked the privacy. And now that he had his own little personal slut, he was thankful he'd never sold any of it. There was pretty much no chance anyone would ever wander within ten miles of his place, let alone knock on his door. He had the freedom to do what he liked for as long as he wanted, and no one could stop him. The thought made his dick twitch, and he ran back with more than his usual speed. He slammed upstairs, stripping out of his running gear as he did. As soon as he was beneath the hot spray of the shower, he took himself in hand and stroked, remembering Jenny beneath him, her pink pussy stretched hot and slick around his cock. Dog after dog had fucked her, coating her insides with cum. By the time he'd gotten inside her a second time, she was practically a slip'n'slide. The thought of all that sperm spurting up into her womb made him speed up his hand. His cum erupted out of him. Leaning against the shower wall, lightheaded with aftershocks, he realized wonderingly that even the memory of her could make him come harder than usual.
He shaved and dressed quickly, then headed down to the barn. The usual cacophony of exuberant barking greeted him when he opened the door; the dogs were always overjoyed to see him. He hadn't lied when he told Jenny that they'd do anything for him. They really were utterly loyal. And though he'd never had them hurt a human, he had them train against dummies and wildlife, just to make sure they'd know how to guard their owners properly. Trying to control his excitement, he walked as slowly as he could make himself to Jenny's cage. She was curled up in a little ball on her pallet, but when she saw him she immediately crawled over to the door of the cage. It had been 24 hours since he'd last let her out-her bladder must be full to bursting by now. He liked keeping her eager to see him, reliant upon him for everything.
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