The Trainer 4
"Polly, we are waiting" insisted Yvonne.
Miss Reehal felt horrible. Just a few hours ago she was enjoying a warm
afternoon party together with some coworkers and friends and now here she was
degraded and ordered to strip for their enjoyment.
She felt she had lost status, she was less human and more ... more...BITCH.
"AAhhhh, please no, not agaiiiin. I'll strip, I strip, just stop thaaat....."
Polly hastily started undoing her blouse. Seconds later followed her bra and
then she peeled down her pissed trousers, removing her panties on the way. A
nicely trimmed cunt started to show.
Even all the group loved the spectacle Craig and Bill enjoyed the most.
Everybody in the office fancied her and they would have spend a great time
seeing her naked and humble. And now both of them are not only seeing her, they
know they can order her around, touch her, kiss her, fuck her... Life is great.
Well, don't ask Polly...nor Petra, fixed to a dogs cock sucking off her friend's
boyfriend.
"Miss Reehal" Craig said in a formal voice "would you please come and stand next
to me for me to fondle and inspect you as if you were buyable meat? The tone
made it even more humiliating.
Polly slowly approached her coworker trying to hide her pubes with one hand and
her bosom with her arm when Yvonne pressed the remote. "Polly, my dear, don't by
shy. No bitch is allowed to hide away" explained Yvonne and added "and remember
to tell your colleagues, all your male colleagues not only Mr. Tavender and Mr.
Williams, they can fuck you whenever they want". Miss Reehal was shouting and
stamping whilst fighting her collar till the pain ceased, then, not knowing
where to put her arms she hold her wrists behind her back.
"Misteeeer Tavendeeer" she slowly started "... you can fuck meeee ...."Silence,
silence, silence "fuck meee..." she went on "whenever you want". Polly finished
crying openly.
"That's nice Polly" said Craig cupping her cunt "why didn't you say it before?"
Craig's left hand was fondling and fingering her cunt and his right hand
kneading her ass.
It was a pity he was so washed out; hios mind and his hands were enjoying
Polly's charms but his cock was striking. Noting he would not be able to fuck
her he decided to punish.
His kneading hand started spanking her whilst his left hand holds her by her
cunt lips.
"Why didn't you tell me before"? He repeated.
After a few moments he took her by a nipple and laid her over his lap.
"Why've you always been so uncooperative"? His hits were each time harder and
Polly was crying and squirming.. Everybody got a great view between her shapely
legs when she started kicking and they let her know. "Polly you've got a nice
cunt" "Go on kicking, I like the way you move your slit" "From here it seems
you're leaking" "For sure she is wet, Craig tell us, is the bitch wet"
Mr. Tavender interrupted the spanking and slowly passed a finger through her
(wet) slit.
Polly whimpered. She was humiliated and aroused being fondled and displayed so
publicly.
"No, she's not wet" announced Mr. Tavender "she is dripping wet. I hope her
cunt can swim..."
he said "or it will be drowned" The group laughed whilst with his last words he
introduced three fingers deep into his coworker. The group enjoyed his handling
and encouraged him to go on.
The men's stamina was down. Not only Craig but Billy and even Tom were unable to
produce an acceptable erection, but the women had no problem. On the contrary,
it seemed the more sex they got the hotter they became. Polly was not spared any
indignity. Even it took repeatedly button presses she licked Sue's sex, than
Emma's and was recorded by Bill when servicing Yvonne. When they ordered her to
clean Petra's sex, it was thanks to the collar they got her to it." Come on Miss
Reehal, suck President's cum out of her cunny" ordered Yvonne playing with
herself but firmly holding the remote. "Later on you can try to get it direct
from the source" she added mockingly.
President was the only male in the room still capable of mounting a female. The
sexual atmosphere got even to it and when Polly was on her knees and elbows
degrading herself licking Petra's cunt, he started sniffing at her other end.
The cold snout making contact with her overheated sex made her stiffen. She's
got an ancestral fear of dogs and now there was a large German Shepard sniffing
at her most private flesh.
The group started encouraging the animal (the furry one) chanting its name
"President, President, President, President,..."
Yvonne stood up and started massaging with one hand President's parts to get the
dog in mood and with the other one Polly's cunt. Her sexual scent made the rest.
President mounted her and with a fluent movement, denoting practice, it filled
the woman's cunt with cock. The group cheered.
Miss Polly Reehal was being fucked by a dog whilst kneeling naked and licking a
dog-cum filled cunt. Craig asked Bill to take some pictures of there pretty
co-worker. Just to show in office what a Williams's afternoon party is like, he
said. If his word were intended to humiliate further Poly he succeed cause poor
Polly got so anxious that Petra became nervous and even the dog started
growling.
Craig Tavender arrived late that Saturday, but he arrived with a gift for his
wife: a golden choker.
She was, as usual, angry cause of his late arrival and started calling him names
as soon as he entered.
Craig, for the first time of his married life, didn't bother at all.
"Sweetie" he said, knowing she hated that nickname when she was angry "I know
I'm late but I couldn't come sooner we were having a good bitch...Ahh by the way
I've brought you a little gift."
"Oh, it's nice" Jennifer said, but immediately added "...but don't you think I'm
a cheap whore you are buying ...." "But no, sweetie, no, I just wanted to show
you how much I love you. Come on, be sweet and put it on"
"Craig don't you think I'm forgiving you" Jennifer said, but put on her
downfall.
"I couldn't care less" Craig said and went to bed. His cock was too drenched out
to start playing.
His answer shocked Jennifer, but she decided to wait till tomorrow to make
crystal clear she's not going to tolerate his attitude. She didn't even suspect
that Craig too, wanted to clarify some aspects.
Jennifer slept a little bit annoyed cause she hadn't been able to remove the
choker. She woke up remembering the argument she had with Craig and was
surprised to see him in the kitchen. Sundays he normally loafed around the whole
morning. She jumped out of the bed and went to the kitchen.
"Craig, we've to talk" she said leaning against the doorframe with a hand on her
hip.
"But of course, Jenny, of course. You know you look stunning?" Craig was
grinning like a Cheshire cat. He knew perfectly she couldn't stand him
complimenting her when she was angry.
"Why don't you put apart your panties and show me your pussy?" he mockingly
asked her.
Jennifer didn't like his confidence; normally he avoided teasing her when they
were having an argument.
"Craig! Can you please remain serious, I'm really angry, you can't..."
"Jennifer, I'm serious too. Show me your cunt!"
"Cra....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"Your cunt, Jenny"
"But, what, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh........"
"Your filthy cunt, Jenny"
"Stop it, sorry, please, it hurts so much"
"Jenny are you deaf or stupid? S-H-O-W_M-E_Y-O-U-R_C-U-N-T" Craig's voice was
hard and demanding and Jennifer was really afraid he would hurt her again.
Slowly she tossed aside her panties.
Even it was her husband she felt humiliated.
"You see, how easy you avoid yourself more pain" Craig said smiling "from now on
if you want to speak you do it with your cunt on show, is it clear?"
Jenny was too shocked to even process the question, let alone answering it.
Craig pressed the knob of the remote and asked again if it was clear. After some
hysterical shouting and crying, Jenny answered it was clear.
"I hope you'll remember it, for your own sake, and don't try to remove your
collar, it's loaded with explosives and if you try,...well you've always said
you lost the head over me " Smiling Craig left the kitchen and sat down in the
living. Then he whistled as if calling a dog.
Craig spent the whole Sunday morning training his bitchy wife to be a real
Bitch. Jennifer learned fast that the most horrible was NOT to obey. If he
wanted her cunt on show, ok, he's her husband there's nothing strange about it.
If he wanted her on all fours, well, better give him what he needs before he
looks for some (other) sluts.
He wanted her to bark instead of speaking, it does not hurt to fulfill your
husband's wishes and it's good for a peaceful coexistence. Than wanted her to
call some work-colleagues to look at her, well....better than giving him reasons
to press the remote, and call the colleagues despite everything.
"Hi, Penelope, it's me Jenny. Why don't you come over with Paul and we've dinner
together?"
"......."
"No, really, Craig would love it"
"......."
"No, no, if the Henson's and Mr. Michael want to come also they are welcome"
"........"
"Really, don't worry. Craig says you'll love what he wants to show you"
Jennifer felt terrible. Not that she was on her fours, stark naked talking with
her office friend whilst Craig was slowly fucking her with a carrot, but the
prospect of meeting this people in her actual state. But she knew there was no
way out. They were going to see her naked. They were going to laugh at her
tricks and perhaps even ....no this thought was too horrible. She is no cheap
whore....
One Year later
A new name has been added to top of the 500 wealthiest people in world,
published Fortune's in an extra no dedicated to Mr. Antonio Lopez.
This Mexican wrote the magazine, was a learned tamer. The photo showed Antonio
with 4 or 5 dogs on a typical dog-circuit, but one day he applied his knowledge
to solve a familiar problem. The picture showed Antonio eating at his table and
fondling Lisa, in her maid outfit, serving him. Her cunt was clearly visible.
The writing under the photo explained that the maid was HIS sister-in-law. Next
to that photo, another one depictured the little metal sheet, on both sides.
Mr. Lopez then, improved the common taming collars for this new use. He still
was not thinking in making money with it, but he patented it. The Patent Officer
didn't know if this new use was legal and only certificated a Patent Pending.
Antonio, nevertheless, started to produce his improved collars and manacles with
the eager help of friends, relatives and neighbors. A series of pictures showed
more or less one hundred naked women, working on their fours and attached by the
collar. In other pictures there were men using and abusing these workers. A list
explained who was who, but the procedure was one and the same. An, unknowingly,
invited woman get collared, then the present men got her sexual benefits and Mr.
Lopez her labor.
Even his production costs were low, he needed to sell the product in order to
gain money, but the actual state of law would not tolerate such an abuse.
Mr. Lopez than organized a big party inviting not only his female workers but
all the big fishes in matter of laws, even the president got an invitation. The
pics showed a group of people, men and women, were it was easy to recognize
members of the supreme court, gubernators, the best lawyers and the presidents
family. His second wife, his 17 year old daughter and his mentally retarded
son, Mick.
The magazine went on explaining how Mr. Lopez gave a small present to all the
guests, before holding a speech. The following pictures were taken during his
speech. In the first of them a formal crowd was listening to a speaker. In the
last one a cheering crowd of men were encouraging Mick to fuck again his
bewildered sister. Next to the men, naked, on their fours or sucking cocks and
being fucked you could find the female part of the party.
Mr. Lopez got more out of this party than he expected. He only wanted a
permission to sell his invention and he got the certification it was to become
obligatory for every woman older than 15. Even visiting people from overseas
should use it whilst in the country.
The sales made him our new richest man on World.
The magazine concluded explaining that Mr. Lopez was trying to export his
invention and that he has announced a big party in Brussels for the end of this
month, inviting the European country leaders and law-makers.
The End
