How To Train Your Kidnap Victim's Orthros

The sound of scrambled scratching played from the tape for several seconds before the camera came into focus. Teddie appeared on screen, still bound in her bitchsuit but ungagged for the first time. She was on a leash, held taut by the stallion towering over her, and her folded-over limbs were desperately scraping the ground as if to drag her master forward, making a racket as he held her in place.

"Heel, bitch!"

She complied almost immediately but let out a whine, her face scrunched up in pain as she bit her lip and fidgeted in place, her eyes focused on something in front of her, just out of frame.

"Welcome back to our series of Orthros Training Tapes. As I'm sure you can see, my lovely assistant is raring to go. Isn't that right, Teddie?"

"Bark!" she said miserably.

"We're nearing the stage where Teddie can give her Orthros the attention he deserves, and this is the last tape before she has her unforgettable first time getting rutted by the big boys. Today she's getting her final coaching on two things: mindset and enthusiasm. Are you feeling enthused, Teddie?"

"B-bark!"

"For mindset, she needs to think like an Orthros bitch. She's only using doggy talk, which took a few hours and a cane, her hormone shots have her mind all over the place and her tits real milky, and just for the bonus of feeling what a pregnant bitch feels I've given her a half-gallon enema of fresh piss. Don't worry Teddie, as long as you behave I won't make you drink it. Now, as for enthusiasm..."

The camera panned down and focused on Teddie's breasts, hanging down from the cut outs in her bitchsuit. They seemed fuller than normal, but more noticeable was the cruel bondage applied to her nipples: each nipple was pinched between a pair of chopsticks squeezed tight at both ends with rubber bands. The tips of her nipples were a dark, unhealthy purple, and on the left a thick droplet of mare milk had welled up. The red criss-crosses around the rest of her breasts showed exactly where the stallion and his cane had taught her to speak doggy.

The bead of milk dripped on the floor, and she sobbed out, "Bark!"

"Wanna get milked, Teddie?" whispered the stallion, stroking her mane.

"Bark!" she cried, maddened with pain and want, "Bark bark b-uh-uh-huh-aarhk..."

"If you want milking, go milk your Orthros," he whispered, unclasping her leash from her collar. She stayed frozen in place for a moment until he jingled the end of the leash expectantly, and she shot forward, the pads on her limbs skittering over the concrete floor.

The camera tracked her as she reached her target, leashed to a post a few yards away. Her Orthros panted and wagged his tail as she approached, and let out a nervous gruffle as she ducked her head under his body. His thick, red cock was already drooling precum into the floor, and this time nobody had to push Teddie's head down. She wrapped her lips around it and shuddered.

"Bwahk..."

Whatever she had thought of the forced blowjobs at the time, she did her very best to apply the lessons she'd learned as she gobbled his cock. Her head bobbed back and forth, lips loose over the bright red shaft, tongue lapping up his musk and precum. As she sucked, her whole body quivered with pain and desperation, shifting her weight from one leg to another as if she desperately needed to piss.

"I plugged up our boy to the extractor this morning to get him to blow a few loads for the cum gags, so he might not have his usual hair trigger right now."

If Teddie heard him she made no sign of it, though it was hard for her to even moan with the constant drip of doggy precum she had to swallow, so much that it spilled out from the corners of her mouth with every bob. Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath, and then she pushed forward to try take the thick cock for into her throat. The Orthros twitched his hips forward at exactly the wrong time and she gagged, the cock slipping from her mouth entirely alongside a quarter-cup of cloudy precum. It barely fazed her; she ducked her head down to take a quick lick of the cooling, congealing spit and slop on the floor before engulfing the cock once more with a grateful moan.

It was obvious that she found being forced to swallow dick much easier than trying to make herself do it. She gagged, choked and spluttered as she pushed forward over and over, grimacing each time the pointed tip battered her tonsils, all but screaming with frustration as she tried to force it down. A spurt of fluids - from her mouth or the doggy dick she couldn't tell - went up into her nose and she gagged worse than usual, but she had gone down far enough that as the retch subsided, the cock slipped into her throat. She seemed determined to keep it there, twitching from lack of air but keeping her nose pressed up against the Orthros's furry belly. When she finally withdrew and gasped for air like a drowning mare, the dog pushed forward and clumsily slapped his meat against her face.

"It looks like Teddie has his interest, let's hope she can keep it up."

She tried to return to deepthroating him but found it no less difficult than before, so while she caught her breath she gave the sloppiest, most luxurious blowjob she could manage. Her delirious moans were woven among noisy schluck-schlurp-schlorps, giving herself over to cock entirely. Her mane was stuck to her forehead with sweat and the pain in her eyes had fallen into something indescribably deeper, the agony in her tits and the cramps in her piss-filled belly driving all higher thought from her mind. Her glazed expression did not change until she tried to swallow the cock again, wincing for a split second as she succeeded. This time she didn't stop pushing forward until her lips touched the knot, and then she stuck her tongue out of the bottom of her mouth to lick weakly at it.

The stallion laughed, impressed. "Teddie is doing a good job. Not good enough to get milked, not yet, but I think she deserves some petting." He squatted down next to her and placed his hand between her haunches. Her mouth and throat were far too full for her to voice her approval or disapproval, but she gave an odd splutter as the stallion's thick thumb slipped into her cunt and three of his fingers rubbed careful circles around her clit. She came up for air, whining and gurgling, air all but whistling through her nose as she steeled herself with deep breaths to go back down again. Tears ran down her clouded-over eyes as she pushed herself down, no less driven to please the Orthros even with the distraction in her hindquarters.

She did wag her tail when the thumb pressed in deep, however.

Teddie had sucked so much dog cock during her captivity that she could tell even in her delirium that the Orthros was about to cum. She pulled back with just the tip in her mouth, spreading her plush lips wide around the shaft, preparing for the deluge. It made no difference. If anything it lulled her into a false sense of security as she easily gulped down the first spurt of salty, musky slime. The second shot came thicker and faster, enough to make her cheeks and eyes bulge, and the third made her throat crink as she struggled to guzzle it faster. A sadistic pinch on her clit tripped her up mid-swallow and as her cheeks were stretched painfully wide she felt dog cum simultaneously shoot up her nose, out between her lips, down her gullet and into her lungs. She thrashed in pain but didn't dare move off the cock until the fierce spurts had turned to a steady dribble. She coughed and retched, yelping in pain and crying, and the moment she had collected herself enough to lift her head, she lowered it fearfully and started slurping up the puddle of doggy jizz.

Teddie looked back at the stallion, whining pitifully. She was a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy with tears, and everything below her nose was dripping with cum and drool, a claggy off-white mess as if she'd put on a spa masque and stopped halfway up her face. The stallion grinned but kept gently fingering her, so she let out a forlorn bark and returned to suckling the Orthros, drinking down the thin trickle of jizz as his orgasm subsided.

With a squelch the stallion removed his fingers from her. He petted her mane briefly, then unlatched the Orthros from his post. He panted and wagged his tail before wandering off. The stallion looked down at Teddie, who had returned to lapping at the cum-puddle.

"I think she's ready for milking. Isn't that right, Teddie?'

Her eyes lit up in hope and fear, and cum spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth to speak. "Bark!" she cried, dancing jerkily from limb to limb like a worn-out wind-up toy.

"Come back here with me then, Teddie."

"Bark, bark!"

The camera followed them over to what looked like the base of a treadmill covered in junk. Teddie seemed familiar with the device, familiar enough at least to clamber up on top of it and rest her midsection on a raised, padded block in the middle of it. The cramps that ran through her piss-filled belly as she clambered She did not resist or even seem to notice the stallion locking her limb pads in place, she only seemed concerned with the pain in her still-bound breasts. It wasn't as if being tied in place on all fours was new to her by now. The stallion also set up a device by her crotch, and took out the system of tubes, pumps and cups to milk her.

He brought his fingers up to the cruel chopsticks on her nipples, but did not touch them. "You know they hurt more when I take them off?"

Teddie gazed up at him, thoroughly miserable. "Bark..."

He took his pocket knife and cut the rubber bands around each pair of chopsticks. They fell to the ground. Blood flow returned to Teddie's tender, unmilked nipples for the first time in more than an hour, lighting up each and every nerve within them.

She tried to bark but it became an inhuman, ear-splitting screech the moment she opened her mouth, her limbs thrashing helplessly against their ties, and she screamed until she'd screamed out every puff of air in her lungs. Her second scream was quieter, only because she bit down hard enough on her bottom lip to send a trickle of dark red blood running down over the thick white cum on her chin. She opened her mouth, gasping and sucking in air with desperate whoops.

"Bark!" cried Teddie helplessly, almost to herself as the stallion massaged moisturising cream into her breasts. "Bark! Bark!" she screamed, her soul alight with dismay as the pain grew and the possibility of release seemed farther off than ever.

He took each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave them both the lightest squeeze. Two thick droplets of milk pattered to the floor. Teddie made a little trill, shuddering and rolling her neck from side-to-side as if trapped in the depths of a fever.

"Bark," she said weakly before lifting her head to look up at the stallion. "Bark, bark. Bark!" she continued, her face a mask of desperation, drenched in sweat, eyes sunken and teeth chattering. "Bark, bark, bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!" she cried, her want and hope and need spilling from her in ways so deep and primal that she could not express them with words even if she'd been allowed to do so.

He attached the milking cups to her breasts, the lotion creating a tight seal, and turned them on to their lowest setting. A rhythmic squenk-squonk, squenk-squonk came from the milking machine as it began to pump, and a few seconds after the tubes were filled with a slow but steady flow of mare's milk.

The stallion turned back to look at the camera as Teddie whimpered with relief. "In Moridynkhazar, mares ferment their own milk and turn it into a strong drink. Personally, I'm just going to sell Teddie's milk to perverts."

With a cloth, some water, and some other supplies he knelt down in front of Teddie and started to clean her up. She was shuddering and crying, no longer tears of pain but now tears of joy, occasionally barking out of sheer habit. It wasn't orgasmic rapture or even sexual pleasure she was experiencing now, it was as if she'd been plucked from a freezing ocean and was warming herself by a roaring fire. She lapped at his hand mindlessly as he took the cloth and wiped the sweat, cum, blood and spit away from her face.

"Not as bad a bite as it looks, I thought you might need stitches but I think we'll get away with just a dressing."

"Bark..." she murmured, barely noticing as he cleaned out the puncture in her lip with antiseptic and carefully dressed it.

"Do you like being milked, Teddie?"

"Bark bark!"

"Hehe, that's what I thought," said the stallion, petting her mane. "Last time I left you being milked hard for half an hour. You hadn't learned to speak dog yet, and you said it hurt too much and didn't last long enough. Where's the sense in that, huh?"

"Bark..." said Teddie, ashamed.

"How does a whole hour, on medium setting sound?"

"Bark!" said Teddie, her eyes lighting up.

"I could do that. I think I'll do one better. I'm gonna let you get milked on low for the rest of the day until it's your bedtime, on a nice low setting, and when you go to bed I'll leave it running so if you want to get your tits suckled in the night, you can just climb on in and let it work."

Teddie wagged her tail but said nothing, a wary look on her face.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do, I think. You did a good job sucking off that Orthros, and good trainers reinforce good behaviour. This is your reward. Even if you started talking pony right now for some dumb reason - and I really advise that you don't, little doggy - I wouldn't take this reward away."

"Bark?"

"No tricks, no catches. You did good," he said, petting her mane.

"Bark! Bark bark bark bark!" She licked his hand and sobbed, delirious with joy, nuzzling and barking in a desperate attempt to convey her loyalty and satisfaction. "Bark!"

The stallion walked off camera and returned with a box of tools, devices and miscellanea. He crouched down in front of Teddie, unzipped his pants, and let her convey her gratitude to him. She slobbered on his cock gladly as he rifled through his things, pulling out what he needed and tossing aside what he didn't. He leaned over Teddie's back to set something up between her hind legs, and as he did she swallowed his entire length with ease, nuzzling her nose against his sweaty groin as he slotted attachments onto the platform. Once he was done he pulled out of her throat, content with a simple - if enthusiastic - blowjob. He stroked the bottom half of his shaft as she slurped and sucked the top half, closing his eyes as he rubbed himself faster and faster, grunting as he filled her mouth with spunk. Her cheeks bulged out but she had no problem swallowing this load.

He returned to setting things up while Teddie kept the tip of his softening cock in her mouth. She knew what was coming next. The stallion made no sign of it, and the camera only picked up Teddie's cheeks swelling once more and her throat working desperately to swallow something. Only a few drops spilled down her chin as she drank down a bladder full of brackish yellow piss directly from the dick. He petted her as she sucked the last spurts out of him before he tucked his cock away.

When he was done, the camera panned around to show the changes he'd made. Directly in front of her face was a dish of water that would replenish itself from a jug as the level inside it dropped. Next to it was a red pull-cord with a small chew-toy on the end, within biting distance. Between her legs was a powerful bulb vibrator, just barely grazing her clit. She made a little noise of surprise as he turned it on, moaned from pleasure - and then grunted with frustration as she couldn't get it to press onto her enough to do anything but tease. She wiggled her hips and tried to grind down onto it, but it seemed to move as she did, always just out of reach.

"So, the water bowl is self-explanatory, I don't want my assistant getting dehydrated," said the stallion. "The vibrator is something I came up with. See, it's mounted to the milking platform, not to the floor, and there's a few cams and rails connected to the straps on Teddie's bitchsuit that means she can move all she wants but it won't give her what she needs. However, if you add some weight to the platform..."

He put a foot on the platform and pressed down with half his weight. The vibrator shot up immediately, pressing hard into Teddie's sensitive clit.

She squealed. "Bark, bark bark!"

"...and that happens. How much weight do you need? Teddie alone won't do it, but Teddie plus let's say for example, a Doberman, or a Rottweiler, or a Dalmatian, or a Great Dane, and well, that ties in to the last thing."

He took his weight off the platform, eliciting a whine from Teddie as the pleasure stopped, then held her jaw in his hand and turned her head to look at the chew-toy dangling on the cord. "See this cord, Teddie? Yank it and the kennel door behind you will open, and you'll get a friend to help you out. I think you know what I mean, don't you?"

The stallion hadn't even stood back up before she bit the toy and yanked it. A metal door clanged open, and four paws scrattered over the concrete floor.

"Bark! Bark!" Teddie shook her hips enticingly as she heard the beast approaching. The Golden Retriever all but leapt on top of her, his considerable weight pushing the platform down and pulling the vibrator directly onto Teddie's clit. Her mind felt stripped of conscious thought and was only emotion and sensation: the deep relief in her breasts, the cramps and nausea of her piss enema, the burning want between her legs, the musky aftertaste of fresh piss on her tongue and the stink of dog breath as her new lover licked her face. The dog jabbed forward until he found his mark, slipping the whole length of his cock inside her until the knot bumped against her lips. Her barks dissolved into moans and gurgles as the dog fucked her hard.

"It seems like Teddie's having a fun time, and I think--"

"Hhhnn bark bark BARK!"

"She just took the knot, quicker than usual, anyway, I think she's almost ready for the big one. Teddie is going to fuck her Orthros. See you on the next tape!"