The Trainer 3
The birthday party was called off cause of a hurricane warning. And not only a
warning, the hurricane devastated the zone for two full days, till it lost
strength and became a storm. After it, most of the roads were impassable or
dangerous.
Yvonne celebrated her 18th birthday only with her closest family. Daddy, Uncle
Antonio, her boyfriend and the family Bitch, Petra. Yvonne enjoyed her party,
but it was far from what she really wanted.
Petra thanked God for sending the hurricane. Although she was hold naked and
available for whoever cared, she was happy. Her collar had become a second
nature to her, and the initial humiliation of being paraded nude in front of her
near -to-brother-in-law or felt up and discussed by her stepdaughter's boyfriend
slowly became more bearable, above all compared with the humiliation of meeting
her relatives in her actual state.
"Bitch" called Toni "I think it's time to start the task I was hired for, fetch
President." Petra became red. She knew better than to argument or to grumble,
but her worst fear was coming true. She remembered that only last week when she
was still a 'normal' woman (not a naked bitch) President tried to mount her. She
remembered she was frightened to death when it started growling at her efforts
to get it off. Finally she hid under the bed and explained Billy that episode.
He said that is was unacceptable and promised she would never again fight her
dog, and now she wore this damned collar. She had been collared not President.
"Bitch, pray" was all Antonio said when she came back with her dog. She assumed
the demanded embarrassing position: squatted down, with wide opened legs, hands
like a begging dog and holding her mouth open and her tongue out.
President immediate got interest in her and started sniffing at her. First it
was her face he lapped. Petra did not move, not even when her tongue made
contact with her dog's one. Then the dog showed interest in her crotch. In the
meantime her dog was sniffing and lapping at her cunt Antonio went over to her
and standing next to her, he patted her head.
"Good Bitch, good. You see, now I'll show President that HE is in charge and how
to bark or growl for you to adopt the right position. Don't worry I'm only going
to show HIM three different orders: for you to kneel on all fours granting HIM
easy access to your sex..." Antonio went on speaking but for Petra it was each
time more difficult to listen. First the dog's ministrations added to the shame
she felt, were driving her crazy and second she did not miss the irony of
Antonio's words. Now that she was a bitch he called the dog HIM and not it. "
... after that I've to teach you and program the collar to understand HIS
signs."
Antonio went on training them for the whole day. They started alone but when
Yvonne and Tom came home they stayed to enjoy the spectacle. President was a
really clever dog and Antonio a good trainer cause in only 5 hours the dog had
learned to growl once and sit down to make Petra kneel on her fours with wide
spread thighs. Like this th dog had mounted her three times in the last five
hours and even President obeyed Antonio to show the learned lesson Petra was
spared the humiliation of being fucked by a dog in front of Yvonne and Tom,
cause President didn't want to mount her again.
That afternoon Billy brought home a new kennel which he installed next to
President's. From now on Bitch was going to sleep there.
They had dinner in the garden: The four adults sitting at the table and the pets
disputing the leftovers thrown to them. Petra ended the dinner as hungry as she
started, but a lot more humiliated. President was better in catching, ran
speeder and for one piece given direct to her he growled and made her drop it.
The dog was becoming aware of its power.
Before going to bed Bill fucked his wife, than it was Tom who, getting
permission from Yvonne ( not from Petra) thoroughly fucked her. Antonio made
Yvonne sit on his lap and whilst watching he fondled her. He massaged both her
tits and kneaded her cunt without even asking for permission, she was clever
enough to let it happen. Petra slept in her kennel till five in the morning when
a growling President woke her. After being fucked by her own dog, she slept
again some hours.
Finally on Friday Antonio left. He recommended Billy to supervise Bitch, but he
was confident the training had been successful.
"You can let her dress and do normal live, she's fully trained. Her brain is
conditioned like a Pavlov dog.
She is near to incapable to disobey an order, her brain takes her to obey it,
even before she decides what to do, just in order to avoid pain."
"But, Toni," asked Bill " what happens if she goes to the police?"
"She won't" answered Toni confident "I've forbidden it. And we've a legal
contract she signed and paid to be trained"
Petra felt strange the first time she dressed again. It was a summer dress and
did little to hide her collar and manacles, but she managed to hide them, more
or less. She put on a black velvet necklace and long black gloves. This outfit
together with her wide black boots conferred her an strange air. A mixture
between a real lady and a high class whore.
If only Bill hadn't told her he was going to invite some of their mutual friends
for Saturday afternoon, she would have enjoyed more her trip into the city. Even
she spend the morning doing window-shopping and having coffee she was always
thinking what was going to happen that afternoon. ' I hope, now that Toni left,
Bill is going to be the old'. Perhaps he's inviting Tiffany, she thought. She
was really looking forward to meet Tiffany again and inwardly hoped that her old
friend would help her out of her present trap. Tiffany was her best friend since
ever and only when they to get steady relations they lost contact. She wondered
if Tiffy was still wearing her waist long black hair when a familiar voice made
her look up. "Petra?"
Billy's invitations were directed to their neighbors Sue Jones and Emma Boyd. He
did not know if they were friends, lover or relatives, but he thought it was a
good moment to find out. He also asked Tiffany Stanford and her boyfriend
Stephen to come. From office he told hiss colleagues Polly Reehal and Craig
Tavender to show up.
"Harrison?, Thomas Harrison?" Petra incredulously asked.
"Yeah, Petra , that's me. You look astonishing., don't you? Tell me what are you
doing, what's your life like.." Harrison was as always. Once he started
speaking, you were lost. She remembered him from college when he tried to make
out with her. Not a chance, and he wasn't bad looking, but he thought of himself
he's the universe's center and Petra couldn't stand it."
"Come on give me a hug" Petra's alarms went crazy. Not cause of his innocent
demand, but cause of her reaction. She was embracing him even before she knew
what she was doing. He, of course, was pleasantly surprised and took advantage.
His hands immediately found her bum. Petra's training stopped her from fighting
his hands, but her brain was shouting at him to stop. He didn't, and each second
he passed fondling her made him get bolder. She seemed to welcome his hands
cause when he tried to cup her cunt she even opened her legs.
It was horrible, there she was in a public restaurant letting this bigheaded guy
to grope her. The people looked at her, some with interest some, mostly the
women , disdainful. How a grown up woman could permit a guy to touch her so
blatantly in public.
She could feel the pressure his fingers were doing against her slit and how he
hold her squeezing her ass, but most of all she felt his pulsing cock. To worsen
things his 'give me a kiss' was obeyed by French kissing him with an unknown
passion; and when he took her hand she followed him without resistance.
One or two guys patted her ass when she passed by, she did not react..
Two hours later Petra was standing in her kitchen baking a cake for the
afternoon party. Her face was still red and her ass too. Harrison had taken her
into the man's toilet and sat her on his cock without delay. He massaged her
tits whilst thoroughly fucking her. Afterwards he ordered her to strip, and she,
ashamed, obeyed. Ashamed cause of obeying as much as cause of stripping.
"I cannot believe Miss Williams is wearing a dog collar" he happily said when he
discovered hers " so you are a bitch. Just a filthy bitch." He concluded
fingering her cunt, and his cock was again erect. He made her suck it. In the
meantime he rhythmically spanked her ass. "I should have spanked you some years
ago" he said and hit harder. After finishing he took her clothes and threw them
out of the stall into a corner, where she redressed under the smiling regard of
some gentlemen.
"Petra, it smells wonderful" Yvonne said coming into the kitchen "what are you
backing?"
"A strawberry cream cake" answered a merry Petra. Merry cause she was being
praised, and merrier cause her stepdaughter called her 'Petra' and not, well,
you know...
The cake was a success. All of them praised and lauded it. Petra was happy to
have met again her best friend, and Tiffany, more beautiful than ever, seemed to
share her feelings. They were happily chatting together with Yvonne. Polly, Emma
and Sue joined that chatting group whilst Bill, Stephen and Craig talked about
football on the sofa. Tom was neither here nor there. He changed his place
repeatedly, next to his girlfriend, next to Bill, again next to Yvonne. Bored he
decided to have some fun. "Petra, come and pour me some more coffee, please" he
said and as soon as she stand next to him, he started to fondle her ass.
"Yvonne, I love it" he said aloud smacking and kneading Petra's ass " how
touchable your stepmom is". "Go on, pet, I'm sure the rest of us are craving for
another cup of coffee" He underlined his sentenced by an extra hard blow on her
behinds. Red as a beet, poor Petra started to pour out coffee for everybody.
Yvonne was next, nonchalantly she groped her tits and commented that Petra was
like a bitch in heat. "Show us your bitch-collar" she asked. Petra, deeply
ashamed, followed the order.
"Hey, don't forget us" shouted Bill, and Petra ran to serve her husband. He
lifted her skirt and shouted:
"Who on earth has allowed you to put on panties, what would poor President
think.. Remove them immediately and roll up and fix your dress properly."
Stephen was devouring her with his eyes. He knew her and had fancied her, even
after going out with Tiffany. And now this dream of a woman was stripping right
in front of him. Petra's humiliation was total. She knew Stephen and Craig, and
here she was flashing her pussy to them. She searched for clothespins to fix her
dress as demanded and came back offering all of them a full frontal view of her
cunt. The view was really pretty: a beautiful woman's nice cunt adorned by
booted legs and a rolled up skirt.
Petra wasn't able to look at them and wanted to go on with serving coffee, when
Tiffany went over to her and commented aloud: "So at last you found somebody to
show you your place" Tiffany slowly passed a finger through her friend's wet
slit. I hope now you are not going to rebuff Stephen's advances again, are you?
You refused to be his girlfriend, thank you, but now you can be our
fuck-bitch...
Tiffany fondled, groped and French kissed her former friend before starting to
slowly finger fuck her.
"Stephen didn't you fancy this bitch? Come and let her blow you" Petra was close
to tears. To the humiliation she felt, added the deep sentiment of treason. This
woman who was degrading her should be her savior. "Steph, you won't believe it,
but she's wet" went on Tiffany
After blowing Stephen the real afternoon party took place. She had to lick Sue's
cunt who sat widespread on the sofa commenting to Bill, he was a bad neighbor.
"You have a pretty bitch like her and you never told us" she funnily commented.
Emma's sex was also worshipped by her tongue. Tom and Yvonne proudly made her
show the learned positions. They freely fucked and touched her, they made her
climb on the table and stay in her "pray" position. "Look at her dripping cunt"
commented Craig, who had been the last in fucking her, "Can we borrow her for
next weekend" asked Tiffany massaging her boyfriends crotch with one hand and
painfully stretching a cunt lip of their friend with the other one. "If she's
free we would like to use her too" intervened Emma slowly sticking a carrot into
Petra's anus" The party was being a success for everybody, but for Polly. Well
perhaps for Petra it was sheer hell, but who cares?
Polly sat silent on the sofa looking at Billy's degraded wife and feeling pity
(and hot, even she would never admit it) for her. The eroticism of the situation
does not escape to Polly, but she was too afraid of the group's reaction. No one
cared about that poor, naked, pretty woman. They just wanted to use her, to
abuse her, to have fun; they were like animals. Craig, whilst fucking Petra, had
groped her ass and she just flew from his hands. Shocked and afraid. In office
she would have slapped or even reported him, but here he was the stronger, or
that was her feeling.
Two hours later the group was tired, exhausted. Tiffany and Stephen were warmly
kissing on the sofa, same as Tom and Yvonne. Tom occasionally brushed or touched
Tiffany's ass, not being rebuffed. Emma and Sue kissed and fondled each other
sitting at the table and Bill was talking to Craig and Polly, well Polly was
just listening. Petra had been ordered to take a shower and than adopt her
waiting position in the middle of the room, where she was standing now.
"Why?" asked Polly, "Why is she behaving like this ?" "She is your wife and you
should not allow it, it's disgusting" Bill looked at his coworker and liked what
he saw. A small, young brunette with an ample chest and big hips. He than looked
at Craig as if asking him and got an approving look. "Yvonne" he called instead
of answering "Didn't Antonio bring some gifts for our friends? I think you
should bring one for Polly" Yvonne's face illuminated with a bright smile and
running she left the room. "Polly I think you have been uncomfortable today and
would like to offer you a small gift" Bill looked at Polly and went on " We are
colleagues and ..." "Daddy here it is" interrupted Yvonne bringing a small, nice
choker. "No, I cant accept it, Bill, really I don't want..."
"Nonsense" said Peter and started fixing the choker around her neck. "Here you
are. Look at you" he said and patted Polly's ass when she got up looking for a
mirror. She didn't like that smack , but went to the mirror. "Oh, it's nice, but
I don't ..." Her hands were searching how to open the choker." I really
don't..." her mind was to occupied trying to quit that gift to be able to
produce coherent speech.
It was then when President entered the room. It happily searched Bill and Yvonne
to be caressed and patted. It was introduced to all the presents, but Polly.
They caressed it and playfully rubbed it's back.
Suddenly the dog stood up and went over to Petra. It stuck it's cold snout into
her most private parts. It's cold nose made contact with her warm flesh, but she
just opened a little bit her legs to grant HIM better access. Tiffany grinning
commented: "Look, the dog likes the bitch" and the group laughed.
"Please Bill, I'm afraid of dogs, take it out" Polly said trying to hide away.
"Oh, Polly, that's bad cause it bites when it gets angry and you are making HIM
angry" seriously said Yvonne "better you do not move, do like Petra"
The dog went over to her to sniff around. She froze. President, as all dogs,
searched her crotch. "Open your legs or it gets angry " shouted Tom. Polly
slowly opened her legs. She was wearing tight jeans, and her slit was clearly
marked. "Put your hands away, he might bite you" suggested Craig, showing an
erection trough his trousers. Polly lifted her hands showing by the way how
round and firm her tits were.
President pushed his snout right into her crotch and even started licking. Polly
wanted to disappear.
She was really having a bad time, but it got worse when President growled and
sat back.
Petra immediately fall on her hands and knees and offered free access to the
moist entrance of her body. Polly looked lost and afraid "Bill why is it
growling, please do something" Tiffany, a clever woman, put two and two together
"I think you should do as Petra, after all she's a bitch and understands their
male companion" and to Petra she mockingly asked "You wouldn't be jealous, would
you?"
Polly was horrified, from her position she clearly saw Petra's wide open cleft.
It was obscene. President growled again, in a more intimidating way. Polly near
to tears dropped on her fours. The group exploded in joy. "It is taming her"
"Good dog" "Go on, doggy" "President for President" Undisturbed the German
shepherd tried to fuck her, but of course couldn't. She was still dressed.
Mounted on her he growled direct into her ear. Scared to death, she pissed on
herself. The group exploded again into loud laughter and applause. They were
having a great time.
Tiffany ordered her former friend to come and suck Stephen cock , whilst they
were enjoying the spectacle, she said. Petra obediently kneeled on her fours and
started to suck on Stephen's dick, whilst being fondled, groped and smacked by
Tiffany and Stephen himself. But the attention was focused on Polly. Miss Reehal
was kneeling in a puddle of her own piss, with a dog trying to fuck her and
crying out of shame and fear.
"Polly, you should strip" Bill said "or you'll get a cold and perhaps a bite. I
know President, it likes only naked bitches"
"Bill, please, please, take it off" pleaded Polly not reacting to 'bitches'.
"What, your pants?" Billy mocked
"Her whole outfit" suggested Craig
"Please, please, please...." sobbed Polly.
Bill offered to call President if she agrees to strip. Sobbing and crying she
agreed.
"President, here" and the dog went over to it's owner. He sniffed again at
Petra's crotch and without further ado he mounted her and started fucking her.
Petra kneeling in front of Stephen reached unknown peaks of humiliation. Here
she was in her own home, forced to suck a formers friend cock and being fucked
by a dog in front of a lot of well known people. Bill made her feel even worse
explaining that not even a month ago, she complained to him cause President
wanted to mount her. "And look now, how nice they are coming along" and to Petra
he said "you see I told you it was inadmissible and that you were not going to
fight back never again.
Tiffany applauded. Sue and Emma encouraged the dog. Yvonne, more used to that
spectacle focused on Polly. Polly was now standing, next to the puddle not
knowing what to do.
"Polly strip. I want to see what you looks like in the nude" It was Yvonne who
ordered it.
"No, please Yvonne, let me go"
"No way, first you strip for us and then you are going to ask my boyfriend and
your coworkers if they want to fuck you. You are going to tell them that they
can use you whenever they want."
With a 'noooooo' Polly tried to run away. She knew Presidents cock was trapped
in Petra's sex and thought it was a good moment to flee from this crazy people.
Her 'nooo' became a shrill "naaaaaah" as soon as Yvonne pressed the remote. Her
escape lost direction and she started to run up and down shrieking and kicking
whilst trying to get that damned collar off. The collar stayed.
"Polly, strip"
"AAHHHHH"
"Strip" Yvonne released the remote's button and Polly stopped running.
President was still fucking Petra, who had not stopped blowing Stephen, but the
rest of them were looking at Polly. Her pissed, wet jeans and her afraid look
conferred her an untidy look, a little bit sub-human.
"Strip"
to be continued...
