Walkies Ch. 02

Walkies, Chapter Two

By Saphhia

It's All About the Show

Ms. Taggart didn't let me return home that night, but I shouldn't have been surprised. I think after my treatment at the hands of Dr. Harptree, she'd be justified in thinking I might not return. It was Sunday morning, and even though I'd spent the night in a crate, I'd actually slept well. Perhaps it was the entire ordeal the day before that had worn me out.

Of course, Ms. Taggart was insistent on my pleasing her before she retired. With the snout firmly attached to my face, my tongue just barely cleared the soft, rubbery nose, but it was enough to give her the pleasure she sought. I could smell her juices on the snout for the rest of the night, and perhaps she knew that too.

To my dismay, the appliance was still quite firmly glued to my once pretty face as I pressed against the door to the cage, garnering Ms. Taggart's attention. I knew that speaking was right out, so I whimpered through the bars.

"Looks like someone is awake." She mused, walking over to release the hasp on the door. My collar still fastened around my neck, she swiftly attached a lead and pulled me into the side garden, the grass still wet with dew from the night before. Ms. Taggart unceremoniously pulled the tail from my pussy and arse, nodding down at me, with the business end dangling from her hand. Squatting as was expected of me, I allowed a rather noisy stream of urine to flow between my legs and into the grass. "That's a good girl." She patted the top of my head, which was still quite bald, and for a second, I mourned the loss of my beautiful tresses.

Then the tail was reinserted, jolting me out of my self-pity and sending a surge of arousal coursing through my body. As shocking as all this was, I couldn't deny being terribly aroused by the predicament. The tail wagged back and forth as we made our way back inside, exciting me even further.

"Goodness, Lizzy, I can smell you from here." Ms. Taggart mused as she sat sipping her tea in the breakfast nook. I was curled up in a large dog bed that was set in the corner of the kitchen. I couldn't very well help my worked-up state, even though my fingers did find my clit every now and again. "Oh, do just take care of it, then, Lizzy." She scolded.

Obeying her whim, I splayed my legs open, the squishy tail pressing deep inside as I displayed myself to her. It didn't take very long, once my fingers found their mark. Slipping back and forth over my swollen sex, I managed not to scream out as I came.

Ms. Taggart supervised my masturbation, as though she was marking me for a grade, nodding matter-of-factly as I whimpered through my orgasm. "I don't discourage my pets from enjoying themselves, Lizzy, but I do insist on observing. It lets me know how well they are acclimatizing to their new role in life. You, my pet, were born for this." She insisted, turning back to her tea.

I looked over at the two bowls on the floor, next to my bed. I had ignored them when she had set them out, but with my stomach growling, I thought I best give it a try. It didn't smell bad, and I discovered that it wasn't dog food at all. She had obviously minced up what would have been a full English, giving it the appearance of dog food.

The snout seemed to allow me to tongue the food into my mouth, although it was a bit messy. The water was a bit more of a challenge, but seeing me struggle, Ms. Taggart dropped a plastic straw next to the bowl. In no time at all, I had emptied it. "Let's get you cleaned up, then I suppose you'll need to... do your business." She seemed only slightly put off by the notion, but that humiliation had completely escaped my thinking. I was going to need to shit, and in front of her.

"We need to get ready, Lizzy, so let's get you out back so you can go; then it's off to the show." Ms. Taggart put the lead back on, yanked out my tail, and pulled me along until we were in a field of sorts well behind her house. "Go on, then." Spade in hand, she pointed to a spot that was cut shorter than the rest.

I did need to go, but the idea of being watched was so humiliating. Knowing there was no way around it, I crouched down and allowed a long column of shit to squeeze out of my arsehole, curling into a pile between my legs. It was disgusting, and smelled even worse.

"That wasn't so difficult, now was it, my pet." She mused as she scooped up my mess and deposited it to the side of the field as we walked back to the house. But instead of the house, she led me into the barn, where I was treated to a thorough hosing down. She paid special attention to my privates, the sharp spray of the nozzle stinging my tender sex.

Ms. Taggart dried me this time; the towel was soft, and I felt a genuine affection as she polished me to her liking. "There. You look good as new." Inspecting the snout, which I was sure would never come off, she then pressed the tail back into place. My openings were getting used to the intrusion, and I almost felt empty without it.

Instead of heading back inside, she opened the back of her Landie and had me climb back into the crate. She closed the gate and left me there for some time. I wasn't sure how much time had passed when Ms. Taggart climbed into the front, checking on me as I curled sideways in the diminutive metal cage. "There, there." She soothed as I whimpered from being so cooped up. "We'll be there in no time at all."

Be there? Where? But then I remembered the show. Surely, she wasn't serious about that. The thought of being paraded around in front of other people, naked and shaved, was almost too much to comprehend. But as we pulled up in front of a small community centre, I realized she was quite serious.

My eyes must have been wide as pies, as the two men carried the crate I was in through the doors and into a small arena of sorts. I was set down beside other crates, and I realized that I wasn't the only 'human' dog present. I could see Ms. Taggart, cajoling with friends at the opposite end of the arena, but looking around, it was obvious this was not your run-of-the-mill dog show. How on earth did they get permission to do this? I wondered.

Looking to my side, there was a male. He too was shaved as I was, but something about him was a bit more of a shock. Looking between his legs, I realized he'd been neutered. I wondered whether this was something he'd consented to, or if it was forced upon him as my canine enslavement had been.

His penis had shrivelled to a nub that barely wiggled with his excitement as his owner let him out of his crate. I wondered if my commitment to this strange fetish of Ms. Taggart's might push me to do something equally as drastic. I shuddered at the thought of it.

Looking at the other crates, there were seven in all; it was an almost even split of males to females. Not all were wearing the sort of snout I was subjected to, and not all were shaved. I was jealous of one girl, who had gotten to keep her jet-black hair. She looked sleek and dangerous, no snout for her. Instead, she sported a set of fangs that made her look more vampire than dog. The thing was they didn't look fake at all.

"Oh, what a lovely bitch." A woman gushed as Ms. Taggart accompanied one of her friends over from the group. She opened the latch on the crate and led me out onto the floor. "Beautiful lines, and I have to say, the hairless look is best." The stranger ran her fingers over my tonsured scalp, her nails raking against the sensitive flesh.

"I do like my bitches smooth; it's better for them, and I prefer it as well." Ms. Taggart explained, lifting my head so I looked straight forward. "What do you think of the snout?"

"One of Dr. Harptree's I presume." The woman supposed.

"Yes. He was so excited to give his new bonding agent a try, so I couldn't resist." Ms. Taggart mused.

"Well, you know me. I prefer a more permanent solution." She walked over and let out the sleek female I'd been fearing to run into. Her black bob hung perfectly down the sides of her face, showing her teeth as she approached me. For a second I thought she might bite, but it was all for show. She sniffed at my rear as she was led around, and I was encouraged to do the same. She had a sharp, sexual scent that immediately set my senses on edge. Her pubic hair was thick, but well-groomed, and I felt woefully inadequate in my utterly hairless state.

"It's almost time. I'll see you on the floor." She led her sleek-looking dog away, and I was left with Ms. Taggart holding my lead. I could see the castrated dog being excited on the other side of the room, his tail wagging, but nothing to be seen of his docked business at all. It must have shriveled to nothing with the cold. I almost laughed, but restrained my amusement.

I felt something at my rear, and turned to see a large male dog, looking aggressive toward me. He was sniffing at my sex, and if I hadn't had my tail filling me entirely, I would have worried he might actually try and mount me. He certainly wasn't neutered, his erect cock straining between his legs as he examined my arse.

"Hello, Cedric. I see Morty is as randy as ever." Ms. Taggart mused.

"I think he'd like to give your bitch a good shag." The man mused, almost encouraging his dog to do exactly that. As soon as I felt his hands on my back, I slipped forward, testing the lead as Ms. Taggart pulled me back in line.

"You behave, Lizzy. I should pull your tail and let Morty have a go. What do you say?" I felt her tugging on the appendage, and I whimpered at the thought. We were in the middle of the arena, and the idea of being fucked by some stranger's dog was almost too much to imagine, right there, in front of everyone.

I whimpered, but I wasn't sure if Ms. Taggart took it wrong. To my horror, I felt her pulling on my tail, the only thing keeping this raging hormone from impaling me on his cock. "Oh, better not. This place is awfully fussy about breaking the rules. Perhaps we can get them together another time, Cedric?" I breathed a sigh of relief, but worried, nonetheless, that I'd have a future appointment with this 'dog'. At least for the moment, I was spared the indignity of a very public shagging.

All of the dogs were now out of their crates and being walked about the arena, some looking very proud and others, like myself, shocked by the exposure. It was a very strange experience. It was demeaning and humiliating, to be sure, but there was some sort of comfort in knowing that I wasn't alone in this.

At least ten other dogs were being paraded around, and there was almost a safety-in-numbers feeling about it. Yes, I was naked, bald, and with a snout glued to my face. At least there was that, I thought. The snout did hide my true identity. With my head shaved, I doubted anyone would have a clue who I really was.

A Familiar Face

There was some sort of announcement, which I didn't catch, but in a minute, all the dogs, including me, were lined up at the centre of the arena. With our 'owners' standing proudly between us, we were now on display. 'Where did all these people come from?' I asked myself as I looked around. Now, there were not only the owners, but a fairly large group of spectators.

What sort of people came to watch a show like this? There must have been at least fifty people milling about the periphery of the large room, catching different angles of our collective subjugation.

One at a time, we were pulled from the ranks and walked around the arena, close to the audience, which I think was the point: sheer and deliberate humiliation in front of strangers. The whole thing was a shock to my system.

So, when it was my turn to walk, Ms. Taggart seemed almost overzealous with the lead, my collar pulled tight around my neck and keeping my head and face straight forward. I was forced to meet the stares and leers from each spectator head-on, eye to eye, and it was horrifying.

I kept saying to myself that I don't know anyone here, and they don't know me. That was all well and fine until I was staring straight at the face of one of my colleagues at work. He looked at me, indifferently at first, but then I saw a glimmer of recognition in his expression that almost made me sick. Scott Mayer was one of those guys who never let me forget how much he admired my work, but always had an ulterior motive. Surely, he couldn't possibly recognise me like this.

Of course, Ms. Taggart couldn't have had worse timing when she encouraged me verbally to keep up the pace. "That's it, Lizzy, a little more briskly." I couldn't turn to look back, but I was certain his eyes were glued to my tail as it waggled back and forth from my pussy and arse.

By the time we were back in line, my head was reeling. Then, of course, there was Scott, who had worked his way around the arena, so he was directly in front of me. This was a nightmare. I kept my eyes down, but I knew he was there; I knew he was staring. I finally lifted my head, and when his eyes met my own, I knew I was found out.

A devious smile spread across his face as he made the connection. I was ruined. Surely he would destroy me at work, or at the very least, exploit what he knew about me. There was the off chance that this was all in my imagination, which was running rampant at that point.

Ribbons were being bestowed by now, and Ms. Taggart was overjoyed that she had taken second place with me. Once again, we were paraded around the arena, one behind the other, and I desperately tried to look away when we passed Scott Mayer. "Lovely animal." He called out as we sauntered by. The comment made me feel like just that, an animal.

I was back in my crate by the time he wandered over to speak with Ms. Taggart, the bright red floret adorning the outside of the cage. Scott seemed secretive, almost shy about me hearing what he was saying. Was he telling Ms. Taggart that he knew me; knew who I was? When I heard him refer to me as Elizabeth, I knew I was sunk.

"It appears Mr. Mayer knows you, Lizzy. Isn't that just special." To my horror, she opened the crate, and led me out in front of him. "I'll leave her with you, Mr, Mayer. I have something to discuss with the emcee." And just like that, I was placed in Scott Mayer's care, who now held me lead.

"Elizabeth Ward, what on earth have you done to yourself?" He reached down and stroked my head, his fingers cold against its glass-smooth surface. "To think that beautiful hair that everyone admired at the office was just a ruse. Who knew you had such a gleaming egg underneath? You probably thought the snout would hide you, Elizabeth, but I know you so well that your secret was out with me almost at once."

He was a subordinate at work, but right now he held my lead, and probably my very future in his hands. "Scott, please." They were the first words I had uttered since the vet's office, and there was pleading in them.

"Oh, never fear, Lizzy... is it? Your secret is safe with me, but things are going to change between you and I, mark my words. There's a price for my silence." He whispered.

I said nothing more as Ms. Taggart returned. "What do you think of what I've done to her, Mr. Mayer?" She asked him.

"Well, you've certainly knocked her down a few pegs, that's for certain. She's always been a bit snooty at the office. That's all going to change." Scott mused.

"Good, good." Ms. Taggart agreed. "Lizzy needs supervision, so I can trust you to look after her while she's at work?"

"Rest assured, Ms. Taggart, Lizzy will be well looked after from now on." Scott chortled, his hand finding my naked skull once again, gripping it more firmly this time. "There's no getting away with anything now."

Back in my crate, I was grateful to be away from him. My mind was racing with horrendous scenarios involving Scott and my office. What would he do? How would this even work? I felt sick, suddenly, and the breakfast that I'd eaten hours before was revolting in my stomach.

On the way back to Ms. Taggart's house, she seemed particularly pleased by the idea that someone from my office was aware of my situation. "Scott seems like a pleasant fellow. I'm sure that he will oversee your activities nicely when you go back to work."

I grimaced at the thought of being 'supervised' by an underling in my own office. How could I get out of this, and could I even accomplish anything with him watching my every move? This was everything I was afraid of when I was forced to submit to Ms. Taggart and become her 'pet'.

Thinking back on what he had said at the arena, Scott assumed that I'd been this way for some time, that I was simply in disguise at work. He thought I'd been wearing a wig all along, not that this was just done to me that very weekend. My god, a wig! I thought. I simply had to get a wig, and a convincing one at that. There was no way I could go to work Monday.

As Ms. Taggart opened the small crate that now lived in the back of the Land Rover, I crawled out, probably looking a bit dejected. "Cheer up, Lizzy. Things aren't all that bad, now, are they? Before I let you go, I want to give you something you might find useful."

The lead still attached, she led me inside the house. "Now, let's get you looking at least somewhat human, shall we?" She pulled the tail from my behind, my pussy leaking embarrassingly on the kitchen floor from all the pent-up humiliation. "You see, you are enjoying this, whether you want to admit it or not."

She pulled a bottle from a high cupboard and began applying it where the snout attached to my face. Surprisingly, the appliance came free in a matter of seconds, but the liquid stung a bit against my irritated face. I stretched my mouth open, something I hadn't been able to do in over a day.

"To be honest, Lizzy, you look much prettier with the snout on, but I doubt people would understand." She disappeared for a moment, but returned with a large, round box. "I purchased this when I decided my plans for you, Lizzy, and I do hope you appreciate the expense."

Taking the box from her, I was so relieved when I found a wig inside. Not just a wig, but one that closely resembled my former tresses in colour and length. I smiled, asking silently if I could put it on.

"You may speak, Lizzy. You are no longer my pet, at least for a few days." Ms. Taggart mused.

"Thank you, Ms. Taggart." I managed, my voice a little hoarse from the prolonged silence.

"Well, you can't very well go back to your job, bald, now can you?" She raised an eyebrow. "Although, I have a sneaking suspicion that Scott Mayer may have something to say about that as well."

"He's going to make my life miserable, you know," I warned, as I admired the wig and how quickly I had taken on my former appearance.

"Very possibly, but for some reason I don't think you'll object too keenly to the intrusion." She frowned. "You'll keep that head of yours clean and smooth and be back Friday after work. You'll love what I have planned for you, Lizzy."

I was handed the shift I'd arrived in, and shown the door, unceremoniously. The sun had just set, so I quickly made my way back home. I carried the wig box in both hands, and to the outside observer, none the worse for wear.

Finding my hidden key, I quickly slipped into my house and locked the door behind me. "It's over..." I sighed audibly, "... at least for now." I shed the rough hessian sack that had served me to get home, and carefully placed the wig on the pedestal.

Desperate for a bath, I ran the water as hot as I could tolerate it. This, I thought, would rinse away all the trouble that I'd gotten myself into. I remembered, however, the insistence that I keep myself hairless for Ms. Taggart. She was nice enough to buy me a very expensive wig, so the least I could do was to maintain my body as she liked it. I placed a razor on the edge of the tub before climbing in.

After running the blade over the microscopic stubble that had started to reappear on my scalp, I slipped back into the water and allowed my fingers to slowly bring myself off. The heat of the water and sleekness of my body made a ripe vessel for arousal, and I quickly came.

I lay there until the water was tepid, at which point I dragged myself out and dried off. That process, at least, was simple and quick. What used to take half an hour of primping and drying was finished in less than a minute. I stood in front of the mirror, examining myself, amazed and horrified at the same time. I was well and truly bald; there was no escaping it.

My satin pillow was an entirely new experience as I snuggled into my bed for the first time in days. The silky surface caressed my scalp like the softest fingers. As erotic as that was, I was soon fast asleep.

Back to the Grind

My alarm brought with it the realization that I would have to walk into the office, donning my new wig, and hope that no one was the wiser. Of course, there was one person who would know precisely what lay beneath the faux tresses. He would be there, and undoubtedly, wielding some sort of power over me, despite being a subordinate. This was going to be awkward, and the butterflies in my stomach told the tale.

The wig seemed precariously placed on my freshly denuded scalp, and I would have to buy something to secure it better. A good gust of wind would whip it off my head; I was certain of it. As I walked through the doors of the firm and made my way to my office, no one seemed the wiser, and that boosted my confidence that I might actually pull off the ruse.

I'd been at my desk and was fielding a call from a client when a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. Scott Mayer seemed a bit more cocky than usual, slipping inside and closing the door behind him. I finished the call with him glaring at me the entire time, his eyes paying particular attention to what he knew was a wig. As soon as the phone was in the receiver, he started in.

"Well, Ms. Ward. I think we have something to discuss concerning your appearance." Scott insisted, taking a seat across from me at my desk.

"If you think I'm removing this wig for you, Mr. Mayer, you are quite mistaken." I quipped.

"Oh, nothing as brazen as that. You're getting sacked would end my fun all too soon. No, I was thinking that perhaps it's high time to air things out a little." He held out his hand, expectantly. "Your panties, Lizzy."

I looked at him with my eyes bulging; I was sure, but his demand was far less disastrous than it could have been, knowing what he knew about me. Reluctantly, I slid my fingers into the waistband of the flimsy garment and slid them down my stocking-clad legs. There was a strange look of confident zeal as he closed his hand around them, bringing them to his nose.

"Mmm, the smell of compliance, Ms. Ward. I'll be keeping these." He slipped them into his pocket as he stood. "I think lunch is in order. I'm quite sure you can arrange it." And with that, he was gone.

I supposed I should have considered myself fortunate that all I lost were my panties, although the idea of carrying on without them made me feel exposed, even though no one would be the wiser. I knew damned well that this was just the start. He probably had a closet full of ideas; ways in which he could squeeze me to do as he asked.

To my relief, the rest of the morning went swimmingly. I had a meeting and met with another client, and neither even gave my wig a second look. It must be that good. There were a few moments when I had to slip into the ladies' to adjust it slightly, but I was at least successful in my deception.

I'd made reservations for lunch at my usual haunt, one which I generally saved for entertaining clients. Why I chose that place was quite beyond me. It would be humiliating enough to have to treat Scott Mayer, let alone knowing his intentions toward me. Soon enough, I was driving with him, leering at me from the passenger seat.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable without that wig, Ms. Ward, or should I simply call you Lizzy. I think we can dispense with the formalities of the office now." He presumed. "Take it off." More forcefully.

I glanced over at him and knew he meant business. If he hadn't had so much leverage over me, I would have resisted, but he did. I reached up and tugged at the locks, dislodging the skin-tight hold the cap held against my scalp. It slipped off, revealing my baldness to anyone who cared to look. Scott was pleased I had obeyed and was quick to run his hand over my exposed head.

"So much better without all that hair, don't you agree, Lizzy?" He mused.

"If you say so," I grumbled. The restaurant was now in view, and I looked over at him nervously. "Surely you don't expect me to walk into the bistro like this?" I begged, as I pulled into the small car park to the side of the place.

"I suppose not." He conceded. "I just wanted to see how well you could obey. Go ahead then, but I'd much prefer that you expose yourself for who you really are."

I quickly donned the wig, checking the fit in the vanity mirror, and was at least pleased with how quickly I could secure it. It was a bit disheveled, but then it had been lying on my lap for a few minutes. I did my best to straighten the synthetic strands before opening the door.

"Good thing there isn't a stiff breeze, eh, Ms. Ward? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?" Scott chuckled as he held the door for me.

Lunch was a bit plain, and if it wasn't for the colourful conversation I was having with Mr. Mayer, it would have been boring. He certainly wasn't shy about discussing sexual matters in public, which I must have blushed over. He was quick to bring back how much he so enjoyed the dog show, and how overjoyed he was when he had picked me out.

He admitted his head had been filled with all manner of devious activities, and wasn't hesitant to share some of the more shocking of them with me, right there as I attempted to eat. It seemed he fully intended to have me for a pet, although I was certain Ms. Taggart would have something to say about that.

When we arrived back at the office, Scott quickly escorted me into the unisex bathroom near the lunchroom and locked the door behind us. "Let's have it off again, now, Lizzy." He insisted. Complying, I set the wig carefully on the counter. "I think the rest too. All of it."

I hesitated, but knew there was nothing I could do that wouldn't make things worse. I quickly stripped until I stood before him, naked in the small space. He fondled me, rudely, making sure to check how wet I was and then rubbing that juice over my slick scalp. With his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me to my knees. I knew what he was expecting.

Crawling forward, I unzipped his pants and took out his rather average-sized cock. At first I worked my fingers over it, up and down the shaft until he finally gripped my skull and pulled me forward, forcing his penis into my mouth. He didn't last long, fortunately, but his load was substantial, and I was forced to swallow it all.

"That'll do, Lizzy; That'll do." And I could help but compare the line to the farmer and pig. I was quite certain that was exactly what he intended. Without any concern for my current state of undress, he unlocked the door and let himself out, not even bothering to close it. I quickly did so, locking it once again as I tried to put myself back together. I was utterly humiliated, and that was saying something, considering what I'd been through over the weekend.

The rest of the day I felt dirty, used, and every time I saw him, I knew what he was thinking; what he was imagining for me. He'd told me, and all the images he planted in my mind began to sink in as truths.

The drive home was at least a release, and I turned up the radio to try and drown out his moans of ecstasy as he came down my throat. I could still feel the imprints of his fingers against my scalp as he gripped my head, forcing it up and down on his throbbing penis.

I was so looking forward to a hot bath when I got home, but much to my surprise, there was a familiar Landie parked in my driveway. Not seeing Ms. Taggart anywhere outside, I made my way in. She was resting on the sofa in my sitting room. I shouldn't have been surprised.

"Lizzy, you really should be more careful where you hide your spare key. Regardless, I've taken the liberty of making a copy for myself." She mused, a wry smile lifting the corner of her mouth.

"This is my house." I defended, meekly.

"Yes, it is, for now." She pointed out. "Come, get out of those clothes, and get rid of the wig. I want you kneeling at my feet."

I quickly ran to my bedroom, carefully disposing of the wig on its stand and losing the work clothes. Ms. Taggart smiled as I took my place at her feet.

"That's a good pup." She sighed. "Now, there's some business to attend to." The collar emerged from her bag and was fastened tightly around my neck. I was quickly back in 'bitch' mode once again. She slipped her foot from its boot and lifted it to my mouth, the smell of sweat and rubber filling my nostrils. Without being asked, I cleansed the toes with my tongue, working my way down to the heel until she was satisfied. Then it was the other, just as damp and smelly as the first.

I knew I was getting wet, hell, I'd been wet all day, and now it was simply dripping out of me onto my carpet. The humiliation was exquisite, all of it: the degrading blowjob in the loo, and now the task of slobbering over my owner's sweaty feet. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was dying for someone to touch me; to just touch my clit. That was all it would have taken at that moment.

There was a tap at my front door, and Ms. Taggart was quick to stand and answer it. I was left kneeling and bewildered, the smell of my owner's feet still filling my nose.

"Cedric, darling. Do come in." Ms. Taggart gave the men a peck on each cheek before escorting him and a much larger companion. Cedric stripped the long overcoat from the man's shoulders, revealing his naked body underneath. "And how's Morty today?" She asked, scruffing at his close-cropped hair. He dropped to his hands and knees, probably out of habit, the heavy studded collar secured with a padlock around his neck.

"You remember Morty, Lizzy, from the show?" Ms. Taggart mused. "You're going to be bred, so up on your haunches, little bitch, and assume the position." She led me into the middle of my own sitting room, checking me gingerly. "She's ready for him."

Both Cedric and Ms. Taggart took a seat on my sofa, while Morty sniffed around my sex. I felt his weight as he mounted me, his large erect member poking angrily at my entrance. There was a moment of shock as I was split open by his massive girth, but he slid home, right to the hilt, and I felt all my organs shift in the process. My orgasm was intense and immediate.

It was everything, all at once, in a humiliating show of my utter subservience. With each thrust of Morty's massive cock, I shuddered visibly for our spectators. Morty had pushed my bald head to the floor, as he finished, pumping lord knows how much spunk into my ripe, slimy hole. It was beyond degrading. If I'd been a slug on the bottom of Ms. Taggart's boot, I couldn't have felt more debased. I knew I would never be the same.