A/N Worse. This is worse. Not better. Reader be warned. If these shorts are taken down, they will not be reposted. If you are unsure, walk away now... This is sadism at its finest. A psychopath with a few kinks. Warnings as previous plus... uh... some be*stal*ty... cough cough...

I was used to the dark. Most of my days were spent waiting for him to remember I was there, waiting for him in the basement. It didn't matter. I was fed. I was played with. I was told how perfect and beautiful I was. It was some kind of life, even if it wasn't the one I thought I was getting. I thought I was going to be just like my father.

A plain old office worker who sat in a cubicle all day with nothing to do but push papers all day. A mediocre man with a wife who took pity on a poor, ugly sap like him and married him for security. An average father of a couple of average kids who inherited his looks instead of the better looking spouse. Someone who coasted through life with just enough of everything to get by, but not enough of anything to say they lived well.

Now here I was, a rich man's toy with no prospects beyond the next day of survival. When I heard the door open, I snapped to attention. What would it be today? Would he stretch my hole until it bled? Would he smack me and kick me on the floor? Would he pierce me again or jack me off to ecstasy? I trembled a little in anticipation. It didn't matter anymore what he did. I liked the attention. I loved being touched by him now.

"Hey there Beautiful. I have a special treat for you today. You are getting a promotion." I heard his deep voice tell me with a hint of laughter. I cocked my head to the side in wonder. Usually such tones meant he had something extra sadistic in store for me. I wasn't sure why it might be considered a promotion though. I felt his hand ghost across my hair almost lovingly.

I felt the shape of a new bit being pressed against my mouth and I opened my lips to receive it. It felt strange and was made of metal. He untied my blindfold and I blinked at the brightness of the lights before I saw a mask held before me. It was made of black leather, shaped funny and had a pair of ears attached to the top. He fastened it to my head quickly and my sight was blacked out again from lack of eyeholes.

"Hmm, it suits you Beautiful. Down on all fours now." He whispered into my ear. I complied, hands and knees on the concrete as quickly as I could manage. I gasped around my bit as my arm was wrenched back further and a cuff fastened around my wrist and ankle. Then he did the other side, my head uncomfortably pressed to the floor and my *ss in the air.

I felt the drizzle of liquid as it was sprayed across my backside liberally. Then the stench hit me and I almost gagged. It was awful, whatever he put on me. It stank like nobody's business and he was cackling as he circled me on the floor. I heard a sharp whistle and the clicking of nails on the floor. My blood ran cold. I heard a jingle and felt the cold of a nose sniffing me.

"Look Tiger, I found a nice b*tch in heat for you boy. Go on now." I heard the chair scrape across the floor and I tried feebly to move one of my arms. It was no use. The bonds were tight and my legs were spread open with a bar to keep me from falling over. I knew what was about to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He was going to just sit there and watch, the disgusting pervert.

The thing licked me. I felt its drool smear across me. I shuddered as I felt it pacing in behind me, nosing at my lubricated hole and huffing excitedly. I probably smelled just like the female dog my Master had accused me of being, thanks to him. I gagged around my bit and thought about the mask with ears with disgust. I was supposed to be a dog. I get it now. I was being upgraded from a toy to a f*cking dog.

The beast climbed up on my back and I felt the hips bumping randomly against me in an attempt to find my hole. I prayed that he wouldn't find it. It was so awkward to be on the receiving end of a humping dog like this. The little poker thing jabbed me close and I jerked in surprise. The damn beast was excited now and his paws clutched at me as he tried to find the sweet spot.

When he found it I clenched in surprise. He yipped in excitement and I felt him trying to press deep inside and hold me tightly. Drool was dripping down my back and the hair was tickling my body as my mouth clenched from the feel. The thing was big and heavy as it leaned over me. I felt pressure at my backside and went cold as I felt it getting deeper and bigger inside me.

It was bad enough that it was in there now, was he going to actually let it breed me? I was sick at the thought but there was nothing I could do to stop it. It felt huge as it filled me and I was flinching from the stretch. It was at least as big as one of the largest of the toys Master shoved inside me and bigger around. Like when he had tried to fist me last time, only it was still too tight. My body was going hot and cold from it.

I thought there was going to be a lot more thrusting, but it just sat there inside me and expanded. I heard my Master chuckle and get up after a bit. He came and stepped on my head, leaning over to pet his dog on my back and coo to him. The mutt must've been well trained and experienced since he took direction from my Master's quiet commands without hesitation.

Soon I was laying there with a d*mn dog d*ck inside me as Master scratched down my back and pumped my own flaccid length so I would harden and tighten my *ss around it. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks in droves as he forced me to cumm with it still knotted inside me. He called me his beautiful b*tch and stroked my hair so tenderly that I wanted to scream.

When it finally was over and the dog stepped away, when his knot swelling went down and I was released from my binds, I lay on the floor still sobbing. I was full of the disgusting stuff and Master was still laughing as he watched me crawl on the floor. He pushed a b*tt-plug into me and told me to shake my *ss so it would wag my tail. I felt Velcro peel back and light invaded my eyes suddenly with the pull.

"Hey there Beautiful. Look at what I got you." I blinked and focused, going still as the face of my Master came into my sights. My blood ran cold at the sight. His cold, steely eyes and cruelly upturned mouth stared back at me before looking down at the black box in his hands. There lay a leather collar in bright red with thick silver spikes along it. A gleaming heart tag hung from it with "Beautiful" printed in scrolling script.

I was never leaving this place. Alive or dead, I belonged to this man now. I blinked at the collar and looked up at his satisfied face. He reached forward and tightened the clasp around my neck, locking it in place with a small silver padlock. He took off my mask and unclasped my bit, pulling it back so I could see the bone-shaped metal clearly as he set it down. He tipped my head back and stroked my tear-streaked cheeks lovingly.

"Do you like your presents, my pet?" He asked me in a cruel whisper. I knew what my answer had to be.

"Yes Master." I whispered, licking my lips carefully as I trembled before him.

"Good girl." He leaned forward and kissed me for the first time on the lips. It was not a gentle or loving kiss. It was bruising and cruel. I accepted it as though it was from my true love. I tasted the blood on my lips as though it was sugar. I let him roll me onto my back and felt his weight as he sat on my chest heavily. I felt the click of the leash as he clipped it to my new collar and the pinch as he pinned it to the floor to the side.

He released himself in from of my face and I opened my mouth like I had been trained. He face-f*cked me harshly, not stopping when I gagged around him. I drank his seed without thought as he finished inside my throat and then wiped himself on my face. He knelt on my chest before raising to his feet and dragging me to mine with the leash.

"Come on then." He grinned and led me with the leash from the room, Tiger following behind us like a good dog. I had troubles keeping up, but Master didn't care and just dragged me along the halls of his house and up different sets of stairs. No one in that place looked me in the eye. They knew we were there, but they looked the other way. I didn't blame them. He was probably rich and definitely evil. I wouldn't want to get on his bad side either.

We stopped in front of a door, and as soon as it opened Tiger slipped inside. I saw what was written on the outside though. I could still read. Tiger was written in bold script, and then below it read Beautiful in flowy, feminine script. The room was large and had gleaming wood floors. There were two beds set up inside, one which now held the other dog.

There were carpets, baskets with bones and toys, and shiny silver dishes next to our beds. It would be the first time in who knows how long that I would sleep on a mattress. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. It didn't matter what state I was in right now. I could forget the cum on my face and the nastiness dripping down my legs. I could ignore the piercings and the bruises.

"T-t-thank you Master." I whispered as quietly as I could with my head bowed low. I felt his hand on my hair as he scratched behind my ear and leaned into it a bit cautiously. Then I was shoved inside and heard the lock click into place. Not before I heard his response though.

"Your welcome, Beautiful."