Arf!

"Please, I'll be good, I promise!"

"Shut it. Down." Rushing to my knees I aimed my head upwards as she turned and lifted her skirt to reveal her cutely shaped butt that smelt rotten given the slightest sniff.

"That's right, deeper~ ahh--yes. Come on I know you can do better than that boy."--She said as I licked with increasing fervor.--" I've really trained you well huh doggy? Don't touch your cock I want you to focus on my thighs, squeeze them and drive your tongue deeper, I'm almost close!" My nose sat atop her ass crack as I focused my attention on her hole, targeting the rim of her ass before I delved in again. God the taste was horrible, she completely gave up on wiping when she realized that I could just do that for her, still I couldn't stand it as I hesitantly stuck my tongue further, feeling the tip of her shit as I felt her hips shake as she orgasmed, something I'd have to clean later.

"Ah--ah, yeah, yeah that's good. Keep lick--"

*BRRRRAAAAAppppppppppPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!*

"Don't move." She said as I tried to pull away, her gas filling my lungs with her thick fumes as I gagged on her stench. The smell of eggs perforated throughout my system as I felt her fill me. She clutched her hand on my hair as she kept my face still, threatening to shock me again if I dared to move without her permission like last time.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths boy." Dropping my mouth I sniffed at her ass and shook from the hot smell of swamp ass, moist and sticky as she made me rub my nose up and down her taint, breathing her in. The smell of rot was evident from her keeping her gas in for me all day, churning her already clogged cuts as I felt the puff of shit hit me, as she tensed again, closing in on my nose as she rubbed her belly.

*GGGUUURRTRTRT--GGURUURUUU--GGGBBBBBRRRTTTTT*

I felt tears streaming down my eyes as the stink stung my senses and I felt lightheaded as she pumped me full of her colon's air, my shoulders relaxed as I limped against her butt. Slowly I felt her shake her bottom as she giggled.

"Oh come on now, stop being so dramatic! I'm just a girl! I--oh hold on I'm getting a call, be quiet, y'know the deal." Slowly I regained the strength as I tried to ignore the acrid taste in my mouth, my shot nostrils destroyed by her stink, sealing my mouth around her hole.

"Yeah? Oh, hi Jess! Mhmm. Yeah, oh--yeah I guess he can come. Well, I don't know he's kinda busy with work and it's well, fine. Ya--um, ya I'll ask." She looked at me angrily as I felt her sputter another fart into my mouth, puffing my cheeks, feeling her butt slime splatter in me as I shuttered from the sensation.

"Hey, fuck-meat. Do you want to come to a party on Saturday? Jess is hosting." She said as I unstuck from her abusive sphincter. "No, not really."

"Okay.--" unmuting her phone she spoke--" He said he doesn't want to come." She said while she turned around and guided me to her pussy, latching my lips as I felt her rub on me.

"Yeah, no. Why? I don't know, let me ask. Why don't you want to come to Jess's party?"

"I just want a day off. Besides, you'll just get jealous when Jess's friends talk to me."

*SMACK*

"Shut the fuck up. You're just a dog, 'Nina's Dog'. Drink, I'm full." Feeling her hand shove me against her pussy I felt her start to spill her pee in me. Filling my mouth as I relaxed my gullet and let her inside. The hot stream of piss was warming my mouth as I still shook from the sensation and taste of sour piss.

"Okay I just talked to him he said yes. Oh, he was just in one of his moods but I convinced him to come, six? Should we come a little early or is this one of those fashionably late things? O--okay yeah--" Thrusting her hips she barreled her urine down my gullet faster as she scrunched her eyes and held on tighter on the back of my head, making me drink my second cup of bitterness.--" Oh sorry yeah I just bumped my hip on the countertop. Okay. Okay. Mhmm. Okay, see you soon." Tossing her phone on the counter she grabbed my head with both hands and began to dig her nails in, whimpering as I felt her push harder, the stream started to rise and hit the back of my throat, no longer sprinkling on my tongue as she bit her lip and let the torrent of piss fill my mouth again. Gagging as I coughed up.

"Bad dog. Are you trying to ruin my fucking carpet, clean that when we're done." She said as I felt her nails dig a little deeper. Tears welled up as I managed to relax my throat to let in my fourth cup of pee inside. Relaxing she untensed her thighs and let her heels touch the ground again as she arched her spine, letting her weight fall on my head like a stool. As the stream died, I licked and cleaned her up as she twitched from the new-ish sensation.

"Goooood boy~ yeah. Mhmm. You're not done yet, bathroom." Unclenching her thighs around my head I crawled over and laid on my back on the tile floor. Time slowed as I saw her stretch her cheeks apart and moon me with her ass before dropping down a foot from my face. Grunting as she placed her hands on my stomach. Her sphincter winked open and shut as I saw the brown dot expand until it began to hunch forth a little. Again she lowered and was just an inch from my face, bouncing her knees as she winced from the large snake that clogged her.

"Fuck, oh my god. God that smells horrible!" She said as I felt her drop her weight on my face, my jaw feeling the full impact as I felt my mouth was jammed open. I started to pull away before I felt her grab my penis hard and squeeze, immediately I went limp and stayed in position.

"You're gonna take my treats because you like them." She said coldly as I felt the hard rod of scat shoot down my gullet and past throat. She giggled quietly as she saw me scrunch my feet as I gagged from the sudden force of her shit, panicking as it quickly began to fill my mouth, reaching my front teeth. In moments like these, I tried my best to think of anything else. Anything that would take me away from this moment. Dissociating from all of this, I thought back to when it all started.

***

Mindlessly cleaning the glass in my hand for the past half-hour, I gazed at the emptying bar, I sighed deeply as the last customer left and I clean up shop, an end of the week. Finally, as my shift ends I step out in the night air drawing a deep breath as the cold hits me like a train. Shuffling a cigarette in my mouth as I light up in the alleyway in the back, waving goodbye to my coworkers as they drive off. Puffing out some smoke I start to walk further down the brick and concrete aisle as I shimmy on my jacket, listening to a new album as I struggle to keep my earphones from popping out. Even though this was a bad part of town I didn't mind getting comfortable as I've done this hundreds of times and only have been bothered by homeless for a cigarette or light, it wasn't so bad unlike what they show in the news stories.

But feeling the paralyzing pain emanate from my back, I hearkened to those tales as I felt myself tumble onto the floor, part of my breath leaving my body. Looking up, I saw her eyes, despite wearing a ski mask, thick hoodie, and baggy jean pants with black boots I saw her familiar eyes. And widened my own, as I braced for the impact of her baseball bat. Crying out as I felt both my forearms almost shatter as she began to pant from lifting the heavy bat, winding up again I grappled her leg and tried to push her down. My efforts were rewarded with a dull thud of my skull bouncing my brain as she used the hilt of the bat to almost knock me out.

Retaining some control of my body I bit down on her leg and tried to tear down her pants, anything to stop her so I could run away. Yelping she grabbed hold of my hair to yank me away but I held tight, blacking out as another strong strike of the hilt rattled my brain. Slowly I dipped in and out of consciousness as I felt myself move around in a trunk, again waking as I felt myself getting tied to a long black leather ottoman.

*SLAP*

I let out a loud muffled scream as I woke. The mark of her hand printed on my ass as I began to move around, pulling my arms and legs just to find myself stuck, unable to make any significant movement beside my head, even then I couldn't see from my thick blindfold. Whimpering, feeling a blanket thrown over me and, oddly enough also having a pillow placed just below my head. What did she want with me? I tried to say something but it was just muffled nonsense as I felt her give a kiss on my cheek, hearing her controlled breaths as she retreated and I heard her go to the bathroom.

Letting my brain settle from its shaking I rested and let myself relax as I began to address the situation. What would compel someone to beat, kidnap a person, and tie them to an ottoman, while also giving a kiss after a hard slap? Who in my life would have the balls to go through with that? What woman would do this? I know I'm not an asshole to anyone.

It can't be my ex, we broke up amicably, and parted ways a few months ago, and no exchange of nasty comments or anything. Her eyes feel so familiar I can't think with this migraine torturing me... I should, I'll go to sleep for now and figure this out in the morning. That's a good idea. And when I convince her to let me go I'll--

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head!" She said while I stirred awake.

"Mhmmm..." I tried to speak but the ballgag in my mouth severed to silence me.

"You're so cute when you sleep, I could watch you all day..." Petting my head as she spoke on her knees, staring into my dull eyes.

"Anyway, my name is Nina, I am twenty-five years old, I go to college studying to be an accountant, I like romance novels, big fan of the sci-fi genre, oh, and I like to cook, my favorite food is spaghetti and its many variations."--she looked around the room for more things to say--" oh and I love photography, as you can see on my dream wall I'm a big fan of street photography, look!" Grabbing my jaw she pointed my head to the wall by the window, a large bulletin of printed pictures with white and pink hearts drawn over a person walking around alleyways and street corners. As my eyes started to focus I saw that that person was me, from the many walks down alleyways to my apartment. Looking away I started to struggle hard again. Flexing my muscles, and straining my neck as I tried to lift up again.

Fuck, FUCK. She was here to make me her slave, a dog, whatever the fuck she wanted me to be. I can't let this happen. I can't! I'm going to end up like those horror stories on TV where they find a guy or girl, trapped in the attic eating their own flesh!

"MMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMM!!!!!!" I yelled, as I swayed my body back and forth slightly moving the ottoman.

"Hey, hey. It's going to be okay. I'm not here to hurt you, you're going to be okay, breath. Look at me. Hey, calm down. Shhhhhhhh... relax, it is 9:23 in the morning, you are in my apartment, I've made some pancakes, there sitting in some foil paper on the counter, are you hungry?"

I kept crying as she wiped my tears with the wrist cloth of her hoodie, speaking I muffled out, "Mhmm".

"Okay then, I'll be back in a moment, please refrain from freaking out, okay? Here let me..." She said as she took out my gag.

Huffing, I yelled. "HEL--"

"Shut the fuck up." She quickly said as she dazed me with a swift punch to the temple. Placing the ball gag in my mouth again, tighter. She got up and left, coming back with a plate full of pancakes, with strawberries and blueberries on the side she grabbed a bottle of syrup and poured it on.

"Mhmmm, doesn't this look tasty?"--she said while criss-crossing in front of me on the carpet--" If only I could share this with someone who cared? Y'know, because sharing is caring? Ah, it was a shitty pun, just forget I said anything." Munching on her food for a bit she looked up, and at my eyes, looking away as I think she felt awkward looking at the angry expression I was trying to hide. From what I could gather she was about 5"2, 110 pounds soaking wet, and a real awkward nerd girl stereotype. Wearing black leggings and a thick pink hoodie, with white ankle socks. Looking up at her face, I saw her pale complexion as she blinked her brown eyes, behind those huge black glasses. She shyly looked at me as she brushed back her messy brown hair.

"Like what you see? I heard I'm a real... sexy." She said while clearly lying about the last part. Awkwardly smiling, I saw her braces, taking her all in. I saw the small blemishes along her forehead and cheeks, little zits that peppered her face.

"Jeez, if looks can kill, am I right?" Hearing that I let my face drop on the ottoman as I realized that I got completely beat by a fucking nerd. And even worse, a girl. This was especially humiliating when factoring in that I'm 200 hundred pounds of muscle at 6"0, a real hunk, at least that's what every woman shamelessly tells me at the bar when their zero drinks in. I apparently have a very 'I'll take care of you' face that keeps bringing all the patrons back. Is this who this was? A stalker? Wait, is she the corner creep girl? The one I could always catch gazing at my ass when I walked by? Shuffling around a bit I looked at her again, into her eyes.

Her face immediately got red as she saw my sharp complexion look at her with an examining gaze, speaking as she coughed up a blueberry. "Heh, buy--buy me a drink first if you're going to look at me like that, okay?" This was her. The bar should still have some footage of last year, maybe I can build a case starting with that, then build off by telling the cops she planned this by the photos on the walls, then I could--

"Hey, how do you feel about being my boyfriend? We can start small. Like kisses here and there, then maybe a little jab at the hips... then... we, would get sloppy on the counter top and you can grab me, hoisting me up against the"--snapping out of it she quickly turned her head down at her pancakes--" or, um, yeah well cross those bridges when we get to them." She said quietly as she stabbed the fruits on the plate. After a while she left the room, leaving me still tied down naked, besides my pulled-down underwear. Shit, at least she seems somewhat easy to talk to, before she said anything I was sure she was going to be some crazy dominatrix, but I can work with this. As she strolled into the room again I felt her examine me, although I couldn't see as I felt her eating me with her eyes behind me.

"You're a bad person." She stated. I tried to look behind me as she walked to the side of me, still eyeing me down.

"I think, no, I know. Who you are. You have been embezzling funds into your account from the job you work at, assistant manager. I--um, your manager hired me to look into the books to find anything wrong, rather she told me that she wanted to see where she could cut costs to 'rev up revenue' for the business for future advancement. But I found that you were stealing from her. I... did not tell anyone. Not yet anyway because I like you and I want to be with you. You're very lucky to be handsome. I brought you here because I do, genuinely want you to be my boyfriend. Ya, I know. Why would I want someone who steals from work to be my lover? I don't know but for once in my life, I'm taking charge. I am the one who can make a change in my life because it is MY life. No one else's. Not my mom's, not my dad's. Mine. And if you can't respect that then... you'll spend the next twenty fucking years of your life rotting in jail you hunk of... FUCK--MEAT!" She said as she again slapped my ass hard, whimpering from the strike, I buried my head into the pillow. Huffing from her short speech it seemed to take a lot out of her as she puffed her chest and tried to look intimidating.

"You--you like that? Huh? bitch!" She said while trying to sound tough. I don't think she realized but by the time she was done with her rant, I had already resigned myself to her control. What the fuck was I going to do? I couldn't go to prison, I've seen the documentaries, I'll fucking die in there. And what's to say about how I would explain this to everybody?

My friends, fuck my poor mother! It would kill her to see me behind bars, after losing Dad it would completely ruin her. I can't, I can't do that to her. I'm the only thing she's got left. Why am I such a piece of shit of a son?

Why am I--

"I'm sorry did I hit you too hard? Please don't cry, you're going to make me feel really bad." I hadn't realized but I was sniffing into the pillow, the shame tore me apart inside, and I just couldn't handle it. Not only was I angry at myself but I was disgusted. Disgusted at who I was, a piece of meat for all the ladies to stare at and cop a feel at a bar that I hated. A twenty-nine-year-old loser.

No ambitions, no goals, always keeping one foot in front of the other, shit. What the fuck am I doing? I started to hyperventilate as the anxiety cradled my mind, imagery of my mother looking at me with shame, behind bars. Having to abandon my friends out of fear that they would see me for who I really am.

Taking in deep breaths as I felt my vision start to steady into place, I felt air fill my lungs again as I focused on my breathing.

"Jezz dude, here. My therapist taught me how to steady my mind, just focus on my voice." From there she started to hum and rub my back, giving me small bits of advice to calm down as she felt me settle.

"There, not so bad right?"

"Yeah." Surprised by my own voice as she took off the gag earlier. I spoke again, "Please, don't tell anybody. I'll be your boyfriend." I said weakly.

"YES!" I heard her say as she shot her hands up in excitement. Shuffling her feet as she tried to muffle her mouth, surprised by her own reaction.

"Okay, but um... shit. I guess I don't have to break you in then huh?"

"What do you mean?" I said worried.

"Well I'm trying to follow this manual of 'How to Take a Man' and it just said the sixth step I had to do is dominate you sexually, to 'establish control'." She said as I saw her rub her chin. "No, I think we still have to go through this step. I'm a stickler for the rules and I'd just mess me up if I skipped a step." She said matter-of-factly. "And, well. It should already be taking effect now so I guess there's no point letting it go to waste." Saying that I got very worried and asked to explain herself, but she just walked off and came back with a six-inch pink dildo strapped to her waist.

"If you scream I'll put that ball gag in again."

"Wait, you don't have to do this, I'm yours! I promise!" My words were useless as I felt her spurt some lubricant onto my crack and smear it in with her pink cock. Deciding to still try to play it cool I tried to do some reverse psychology. "Come on this is useless, I've been pegged before so all this is going to do is make me feel good, no domination here!" I said nervously realizing how dumb it sounded.

"If that's true then why are you trying to convince me not to peg you? Wouldn't you be eager to feel... this?" She said as I felt her enter the entrance of my hole, wincing as it felt weird and painful.

I shuddered and felt the dread fill me as I just spoke pathetically, "Please be gentle."

"No." I yelped as I felt her butt meet the top of my thighs, her small breasts settling on my back as she rapidly shoved herself inside, disregarding my pleading. I dug my head into the pillow as she awkwardly hunkered back and forth, fucking me, I shook with every movement as she learned to fuck like a man. The pain was horrible but I squinted my eyes tight and clenched my fists as she started to get a rhythm going and I controlled my breathing. I managed to relax and let her inside to make it less painful as the weird sensation started to grow bigger than the pain. I started to focus on that as she got comfortable in a position and started to get creative with her movements.