The Dog Trainer (2)

The trainer pushed the door open. Natali could imagine the smile on his face. Lucky had fucked her once more leaving the evidence to leak down her thighs and harden. The trainer grabbed her hair and lifted her head up.

“You look like you had a good time.”

He led the dog out. No quick footsteps or barking from Lucky, he must be worn out. Natali smiled knowing the dog had enjoyed her. The trainer then came back for her and began undoing her restraints. She move as though she was in a dream. Her body sluggish and slow. He grabbed her hair once again and dragged her back. He pulled off the blindfold and pointed towards the wet spot on the ground.

“I’m not cleaning that.” He shoved her face close. “Lick it up.”

Natali, too weak to argue, stuck her tongue out and got a slight taste. Salty warm cum. She forced herself to continue, wondering at how she was able to keep it down without puking. She must be more depraved than she had initially thought.

Once done, the trainer led her to one of the kennels and threw her in.

“Wait! You said you’d let me go.”

“No, I said I might if you are good. Tomorrow we will find out if you are any good at listening.” He gave her a sarcastic smile. “Get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow.”

He turned most of the lights off and left. She heard him lock the exterior doors. Now it was just her and Lucky in a nearby cage. Natali found some water in a bowl and gulped it down. Then searched for a comfortable spot to lay down. She discovered a dirty blanket, rough from all the use, covered herself, and fell asleep.

The sun had been long up when the trainer came for her. Once again, she followed on her hands and knees towards another room, this one contained tiled floors and a shower. He began hosing her down, which she didn’t mind. The dried cum had to come off at some point..

“I need to pee.” She said. The trainer eyed her.

“You will wait just like everyone else.”

Who is everyone else, she thought, but kept quite.