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Sara the Puppy Girl

Part 21

Sara sat atop the doghouse roof, gargling on her own spit as she attempted to endure the latest ordeal. She twisted one way and the other, in another desperate attempt to gain her freedom. With her rubber clad arms bound above her head and with her wrists clipped to the back of her collar, she had no means of relieving herself from the pain she was in. The straps about her stumped legs even made it impossible for her to sway herself off the rooftop, and the wide leather waist clincher about her torso made it difficult to even lean. No matter how hard shed try, she knew it would be impossible to get off the roof unless with the help of the man or the older girl whod put her there.


Her hair blew in the wind, her bangs falling over her eyes and partially blocking her view. She didnt mind much. Looking straight ahead with her head tilted back allowed her to only see the sky. She watched for a long time as the world above turned from a bright blue and faded into a dark bluish gray. Night was coming, and she could feel the temperature beginning to drop already. Goose bumps began to form on her exposed flesh and her nipple would have stood on end all on their own, if they werent in the grasp of the terrible device the man had forced onto her. As her hair blew about her face again, she felt a tinge of gratefulness that the man had tied her hair tight into the little buns. Having her bangs blow around was bearable, but for her whole head of hair to do the same would be annoying and bothersome.

       

The small blond womans privates were in unbelievable pain. Her full body weight rested atop the doghouse, and all was centered on her virgin sex, being split down the middle by the metal blade of the rooftop. More humiliating than anything was the flow of womanly juices that dripped down either side of the roof, proof of her seemingly unending arousal. The weight added to each of her leather-bound stumps seemed to have doubled the pain in her crotch, and she wondered if she was even bleeding down there. Her butt was still swollen and red on the outside, a testament to the unrelenting spankings and paddlings and floggings that shed been punished with so far. The inside was full and felt stretched and torn, as the rubber plug remained strapped tightly within her. No amount of pushing allowed her to remove it from herself, as long as the straps remained in place.


The metal device attached to her chest did nothing to ease her predicament. The metal plate that rested between her breasts was cold, and seemed to get colder as the temperature continued to fall. Out of her view, she could feel her tender little nippled being pulled away from her in the most excruciating of ways. It felt as though the device was constantly giving harder and harder tugs, but she soon realized that the pain was just spiking when her heart beat. Her breasts were small, she knew, and she felt now like they would be stretched and ruined forever. She didnt care though, she only wanted the pain to stop. She wanted to eat real food and to sleep in a bed and to lose all the restraints and the plug and the straps between her nether lips.


Every muscle in her body felt tight and sore, after completing one demanding task after the other. She realized now that crawling was a full-body workout, and she was certainly feeling it now. Her core was tight, and it was even more difficult now to twist her body as her muscles strained against her movements. Her shoulders burned, as her arms were back so strictly. Her legs ached and quivered, attempting to recuperate from the intense workout of crawling on all fours for several hours that morning. The entirety of her back felt the same way; tight and sore. She could even feel the muscles in her buttocks beginning to feel the same way, and Sara was worried how this would affect her later.


Shed wasn't an athletic girl. She had played soccer in her younger years but when she became friends with the pretty, popular girls at school she dropped it to spend more time with them. Sara couldnt remember even the last time shed gone for a run, or picked up a weight. Suddenly she felt very afraid, realizing that she couldnt handle this kind of treatment for very long. Soon she would break down and fail, and she was terrified to wonder what would happen to her then. Perhaps the man would kill her if she didnt meet his standards. Another wave of tears began to well up in her eyes as the fear took hold of her. She had to get out of here.


With new found vigor, Sara twisted and turned, bent and tilted, desperate to remove herself from the roof top. But the straps binding her stumped legs made it impossible to move her lower body anywhere. Sara gasped and attempted to regain her composure, as her soaking pussy quivered. All shed managed to do was grind her already tortured sex into the blade, making herself even hornier and increasing her own torment. Breathing as heavily as the waist belt would allow, Sara caught her breath. There was no way to escape the roof top, she realized. She was there until she was allowed down. Like an animal she had to accept her punishment and only when it was complete would she be relieved of this horror.


For what felt like hours Sara remained perched atop the doghouse, every part of her body in immense pain, particularly her sexual parts. The sun continued to fall and the temperature fell with it, eventually leaving Sara alone to shiver and cry softly to herself in the dusky cold. Shed never felt so alone in her life, and over the course of her punishment she kept catching herself wondering about home.

       

She wondered how long shed been at the mans house by then. He took her Tuesday night, she remembered, but she couldnt decide if that made today Thursday or Friday? It had only been one night, hadnt it? But it felt as thought shed been there so much longer. Sara choked back her tears as best as she could, as she realized that it had barely been two days since her arrival.


Sara wondered if her mother had realized yet that she was missing. The two rarely saw each other anymore, usually late at night if at all. Since her parents divorce her mother would go out to bars and parties, only coming home a few nights a week. Even more afraid for her future, Sara realized that her mother could possibly go a long while before realizing she was missing. Her only hope was that she would notice her car would go unmoved for several days. There was nobody else who could report her missing. Her Dad wasnt around, so hed never notice anything was amiss either. She rarely spoke to her old high school friends, since they all moved on to those nice, fancy colleges at all ends of the country. And it wasnt as if her classmates or professors would contact the police for her missing class. Kids dropped out of school all the time, and they wouldnt think anything of her absence.


The little blonde moaned through her gaping snout as it dawned on her just how helpless she was. Tears dripped down her cheeks and all the way down her neck. Everything hurt, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. There was nobody there to comfort her. She was completely on her own. Sara blinked away the tears, trying to be strong for herself. It was clear now, there was nothing she could do to resist the man. Every attempt shed made to deny him only ended with her in incredible pain, degraded and humiliated in the worst of ways.


Resting atop the doghouse, Sara closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but it was impossible. Every part of her was in pain. Her skin was still burning from the floggings, yet she was cold now that the night had come. She was so tired, that her head was feeling swollen like there was something inside it building up pressure. It had been so long since shed slept. For hours she sat atop the doghouse, getting colder and colder as the sun fell and the wind picked up.


Without warning, she felt something touch her leg. Saras eyes shot open and glanced to her left, and saw the man working with the buckles. Tears came to her eyes as she felt him release the weights from each of her stumps. A moan of gratitude escaped her, and she only barely stopped herself before trying to say “thank you.” Dogs dont talk, Sara” she told herself. Be good and he wont hurt you like this anymore.


The man came to her front and looked down into her eyes. It was hard to see in the dark, but she could feel him relieving the pressure on the device against her chest. Slowly, her little pink nipples were allowed to return to their regular state, though they remained swollen and red. Sara let out another moan, as the blood flowed back into her tortured buds. The pain was terrible, but she didnt care so long as she was removed from the top of the doghouse. Tears came to her eyes as she felt as though she was being liberated, grateful for the man who was rescuing her from this torture. The buckles binding her stumps to either side of the rooftop were undone, and Sara finally felt her torment coming to an end.


A pair of big, powerful hands gripped her skinny waist and lifted. All at once, the man pulled her up and to his chest, holding her awkwardly in his muscled arms. Sara didnt think she could feel gratitude for the man whod captured her, but oddly she did. The little Puppy Girl nuzzled up against the man, in an attempt to show her thanks. He only looked down at her and smiled, then turned for the house.


“Did you learn your lesson, Daisy?” the man asked her as he walked, carrying her like a toddler on her side.


“Arph! Arph!” she barked, quick to show him he had. Anything to keep from being put back on that dreadful doghouse.


“Good girl” he cooed to her, as he brought her back into the kitchen. Sara looked up at him, her blonde bangs caught over her eyes. The man stopped in the kitchen and stared back, the two locking eyes now that they were in the light. With a slight sigh, the man moved one hand up and gently brushed Saras bangs away. Using only his other arm to hold her, the mans touch drifted down to her tender breasts.


“Ohhh” Sara moaned, as his fingers rubbed a nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. The arousal was returning quickly she felt, and another moan escaped her. The man was clearly pleased by the show, as his hand moved behind her back to support her while the other roamed to her butt. Sara stared into his dark eyes as she felt his fingers probe about her rear. She struggled to stifle herself as he gripped her tail and bent it left and right, causing the plug inside her anus to do the same. If she could bite her lip she would have, as the mans free hand drifted even farther down. She felt a pair of fingers rub gently against her vulnerable slit.


“Aaaauugh” she moaned, still locking eyes with the man. His fingers rubbed slowly into her most sensitive flesh. It hurt like nothing else, but it also felt good. For so long shed been denied orgasm, though she was seemingly kept on edge through every ordeal. Now at long last, she could sense it building up inside her.

The man rubbed a little harder, making her pussy moisten more and more as the seconds passed. She wanted his fingers inside her. Never in her life had she had something inside her cunt, but now more than ever she needed it. Sara didnt fight her dirty thoughts as she felt more and more turned on with every passing moment. Her hips gyrated against the man, just as they had all morning on the Dog-Walker machine. She wrestled with the bonds restraining her arms behind her head, as if she could free herself and reach down to finish herself off.


“Speak, girl” the man ordered, still rubbing her cunt slowly and deliberately.


“Arph! Arph!” Sara barked, not even thinking about it. The man looked down at her happily, and lustfully.


“Yeah, speak!” he shouted.


“Arph! Arph!” Sara yelped once more, feeling even closer to the coming climax.


“Speak!” he yelled in her face, almost in a scary way.


“Arph! Arph! Arph! Arph! Arph!” Sara wailed through the wide snout, ready to do anything to please the man to reach orgasm. The man yelled for her to speak over and over, and each time she obliged with the most dog-like barks she could muster. Her hips gyrated against him, trying to grind her pussy into his fingers harder in an attempt to get off. The man continued to rub, slowly picking up pace. Sara was so horny, and she fell into a stupor of sorts as her world faded into a whirlwind of sex. Her pants and moans continued and her eyes closed tightly, as if she could shut everything out except the pleasure.


The mans fingers were like magic, bringing her so close to orgasm but not allowing it. His pace increased and soon Sara found herself moaning constantly in his arms, held high above the floor. He ground his thick fingers into her crotch, tantalizing her to a level unthinkable. Saras moans filled the whole house as she felt the orgasm coming. It was right there, just beyond her reach. It was getting closer, and closer, and closer.


And suddenly the mans rubbing quit. His hand remained in place, soaking in her juices against her virgin puss. Sara was instantly confused. Why would he stop? She was so close! And then she remembered earlier. The Dog-Walker, the woman with the black hair, even the doghouse. Everything made her super horny, but they never allowed her to climax. Her hips continued to grind against him, as her body took control and attempted to complete what hed started.


The man looked down at her and smiled. “Youre improving, Daisy” he told her. “But youre not such a good puppy that you deserve to cum.” Sara felt a ping of defeat as she let out a long and lustful moan. This was all a game. He only fingered her to get her horny and then deny her. But she got the point. If she wanted to finish she had to be a good dog. She wanted to cum but she certainly didnt like the rules of the game.


Sara ground her crotch into the mans side the whole way down to the basement. It was almost nice to be back in the room with the padded floor and walls, but seeing the girl-sized cage again brought back pained memories of the night before. The man set Sara down on the floor, resting on her stomach to unbind her arms from behind her head. She winced in pain as he helped her bring her sore arms back to her front where she could use them as paws once more. He even hoisted her up a little bit to get her back on all-fours, so he could reattach the side buckles that restricted the movement of her “front legs.”


“Alright girl, heres the deal” he said, standing up. “You earned yourself a third punishment today for trying to speak to my coworker. You remember her right? Tall, pretty, chick with the black hair?” Sara gave a whimpered bark in response. She only just finished her last punishment! How could she endure another one now?


“Well clearly, my little Puppy is exhausted” he continued. “And getting you to die of weariness is not in the training schedule… So Im giving you the night off.” Saras heart leapt with joy as she heard the news. She could actually sleep tonight?! He must have seen the happiness in her eyes, as he gave her a cheerful smile and a pat on the head.


Reaching over to the cage in the corner, the man swung the door open. Not wanting to jinx her good fortune, Sara gave him no trouble and immediately moved to back herself in. The cage was snug as she remembered, giving her insufficient space to lay down or to turn her body at all. But comfort wasnt an issue, considering how tired she was she could sleep in any position. The man locked the door of the cage, and stepped back.


“Your training continues tomorrow, and itll start with that punishment” he said, turning to the door. “Youre learning quickly, Daisy. Keep it up and maybe tomorrow Ill let you cum.”


Sara took the words with a grain of salt. She wasnt escaping tonight, maybe ever if his security measures stayed as good as theyd been thus far. The man flicked off the light and closed the door behind him, leaving Sara alone in the dark, still bound and gagged and caged underground. There was no escape from down here. Still aroused, and still hurting all over, Sara closed her eyes. Not even a minute had passed by before she dozed off to sleep.


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