Sunshine, DOG CAGES with LAURENNE MERIETH<br/><br/>The feeling of the woman’s finger inside my ass felt shamefully good, I wanted her to keep it in their as much as I wanted her to pull it out … so I was scared when she suddenly pushed all of her fingers together at the pucker of my opening, spreading it open violently. Rudely, I felt her hand bury itself inside my rectum, her hand painfully stretching the walls of my asshole. I screamed, feeling like I was being ripped apart from the inside … and she wouldn’t stop! She kept working her hand inside my ass, getting herself inside up to her wrist, probing around my snug, stretched anal cavity with her fingers. I could feel her perfectly manicured nails scraping around my insides, and I began to bawl. I also felt myself pushing back against her …<br/><br/>“No,” I sobbed, “no, no, no …” It felt<em>good</em>? Even as painful, as disgusting … ? I hated myself so much. How could<em>anyone</em>enjoy that … even the most depraved whore in the whole world couldn’t enjoy that, there was no way … and all I could think about was how much I liked it, and how I wanted to play with my cunt while she fisted my ass?<br/><br/>“Stop,” I begged as she continued to work her fist inside me, “please stop” … even as my body betrayed me, and I wriggled around so I impaled my rectum harder on her hand. She finally pulled her hand out, and I yelped in pain … rolling over. Like a dog.<br/><br/>Through tear-filled eyes, my body burning in a weird mix of pleasure and agony, I stared hatefully up at the woman, despising every word that came out of her mouth.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3401690#msg3401690">Quote from: Chrystal on 02-08-2010, 18:06:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You 'ave noticed zat you can speak, and yet you 'ave a tail and ears, comme une chienne, N'est-ce pas? Zis, ma chérie, est un grand mystère, a beeg mysterie.. You 'ave been taken by ze collection squads, made into a bitch, but you steel sink you are 'uman. I can assure you. You are a bitch. Oh, pardon. Zer ees no eensult intended. En France, le chien is ze dog. 'ee is male. La chienne is ze bitch, she is female.<br/><br/>"So... You can speak, but you will not speak. You will only bark. If you fail to do zis, you will be brutally punished. And I mean, brutally. I 'ave a bad reputassion ici. I pay ze fines because I can afford to, and I enjoy being brutal. So, do we understand each ozzer? You will bark twice for yes et seulement.. once, pour non."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>If anyone’s a bitch, it’s you,</em>I thought, wishing she would die … and also wishing I was brave. Because I<strong>wasn’t</strong>. I was such a coward. The brave thing to do would be to run, to defy this evil cunt with every ounce of life, until I died or broke. But I didn’t want to do that. I was scared, so scared. I didn’t want to be brutally punished. I didn’t want to be hurt. Even though I knew I was wrong, I hoped that if I did want she wanted, she’d be nice to me. Maybe she’d feel sorry for me if I was good and she’d let me go.<br/><br/>And …<br/><br/>And my body ached. Her hand in my well-abused ass felt so good. I wanted her hand back in there. Or in my pussy, which dripped with desire. Or feeling my new luscious breasts, suckling my nipples and making them ache so wonderfully. Or … or …<br/><br/>I crouched down low on the ground, still crying. I tried wiping the tears out of my eyes, but seeing my clumsy mittens only made me cry harder, it didn’t help.<br/><br/>Softly, I barked. Like a lowly, common dog. And then I barked again.<br/><br/>And then I whimpered, even more softly.