RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br/><br/><strong>"Awwww!"</strong>I cooed in a syrupy teasing voice. The voice you'd usually use with a baby... or a dog. A proper dog, one who knew what was what. Dinner. Pissing. Doo-Doo's. Sleeping. Cuddles. Companionship. Walkies. Fuckies. Dogs knew about life and the cycle of joy it brought them. The nice thing extra on top that<em>Club des Affaires Étrangères</em>gave me was the wonderful mind-fuckery. I loved it. I loved having dogs-that-were-not-dogs. Dogs that were enslaved girls with stupid fucking ears and tails bolted on and their sex-drives dialled up to helpless way-above-porno-star levels. They were helpless slaves, nothing but uncooked dough I could knead happily into any shape I liked, hour after hour. Some were so demented with the need for sex they'd cum if you whipped their cunts. That was spectacular to watch, a dog writhing with pleasure as you beat it. Things like that brought me out in a sweat. Life was good for those who had the Good Life.<br/><br/>I gave up on trying to get pleasure from Candy. Clearly she wasn't technically up to this. Too advanced for her. I squatted down in front of her drooling red face.<br/><br/><strong>"Aww, I think Candy-Puppy likes cock! She does! Yes she does! Candy likes nice cockies hm? Big and thick and long and up there in your hot little womb, eh? Bet you want to push back on it don't you? I bet you do... you naughty randy little puppy-dog, you!"</strong>I patted her cheek and called for an assistant. I groped her breasts roughly for a while, squeezing harshly, tugging and crushing. They were a little slacker now, not tight balloons like they'd been before. The attendant switched the machine off and I tugged the cups from her, the residual vacuum making them stick and making her nipples pull down into long cones before -<em>plok!</em>out they popped. A little dribble of milk ran down and I grabbed a tit and quickly suckled on her flesh, nipping her with my teeth.<br/><br/><strong>"Mm, sweet. Candy's taste suits her name. Good doggie!"</strong>I pulled the second cup off and chewed on that nipple too, making her yelp as I nipped her tender flesh. Her teats were long and thick and swollen. They looked very sensitive. I had a mind to put some clamps on but decided not to overload her with too much fun on the first day. She needed some exercise now. Maybe an hour around the park before dinner? Where had William gone with his new pet?<br/><br/>Still squatting I told the attendant to unbuckle and remove the taut bondage strapping that helped support her.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, puppy's pretty fucking useless as a cunt licker that's for sure. And you can't keep that naughty muzzle quiet so I'll leave that gag in for now because I just know you'll start bleating in human-speak the minute I take it out. It's for your own good Candy, my pet. If the police hear you talking or the dog pound men do... it'll be straight down the chop shop for you my girl."</strong>I waggled a scolding finger in her face,<strong>"Half your brain removed at best or a weeks rape and torture ending in an injection at worst, then ground up for food to give to the lions at the zoo. And we wouldn't want that would we? Hm? We'd rather have ten inch dicks up us and have all this lovely sunshine and fun wouldn't we? We'd like to have the chance to be a good puppy and lick cunt again, I bet."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Wouldn't you?"</strong>I said, cruelly, my voice suddenly hard and cold. I reinforced the question with a hard slap to her face.<br/><br/>After she had responded I went on.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, it has been quite a busy first afternoon for you. Lots of new and fun experiences for a curious puppy."</strong>My sugary doggy-talk voice was back.<strong>"But you have tried hard, I'll give you that. So, Renée now is going to be even nicer to her cute little Candy-Pup than she already has been. Candy Pup has Renée's permission to move. You can shunt your whorish puppy loins back and forth and enjoy that dick that's inside you. I know you want to, so off you go."</strong>I stared at the big muscular Alsatian that she was impaled on.<strong>"Max. Do not come. You come my boy and your owners will give you hell."</strong><br/><br/>As if hell wasn't what he was going through right now.