Goodbye Margeret

by The Brentwood Society

The fire popped and crackled in the brick hearth. Margaret watched as the flames danced across the charred wood. The metal, heart-shaped tag on her pink collar jingled as she shifted a bit to get more comfortable on the floor. She still wasn't accustomed to having to kneel all the time, but it was getting easier - much to her dismay. The heat of the blaze washed over her naked body in sultry waves. She was flushed, but not merely from the fire.

Margaret glanced up at Master, the man who legally owned her in this strange new community, sitting in his overstuffed easy-chair. She didn't know him by any other name, though she'd invented plenty of choice names for him when he'd first brought her home and started training her to be his puppy girl. He was reading - an activity he did most evenings - while she knelt by his side. Master was so intent on his book that he paid her absolutely no attention, which normally would have been just fine with Margaret. Tonight, however, was different.

He'd kept her naked since her arrival in his home. While she was till aware of her nudity, and ashamed of it, her embarrassment had become a bit numbed over the last few months. She remembered how horrible it was to crawl out of the cramped, plastic pet-carrier for the first time, completely exposed to him. It was worse coupled with the recent realization that the so-called “pet shop” where he'd bought her had “disabled” her for her new life as a house pet. Just like a real dog, she'd have to “walk” on all fours and her hands had been deadened and were as useless as paws. They'd taken her speech as well. With training Margaret eventually learned how to make all the basic doggy noises such as barking, whining, etc. However, she'd never walk, use her hands, or speak like a person again.

Despite all of her girlish charms being in full view and her being helpless to escape after her bodily modifications, he'd never once looked at her with visible lust or taken advantage of her helplessness. He'd never looked at her as anything more than a silly little animal. After a few days, once the initial fear of rape subsided, Margaret found her fragile confidence shattered by his complete lack of interest. It was horrible to think, but she would have at least liked him to notice that she was naked and completely vulnerable! It was like he'd been a total gentleman to her while also being a horrible, perverted sadist.

Margaret had precisely zero experience with men. She was a bookish girl - quiet and aloof - and she had an appearance that discouraged notice even further. Standing, when she had been able to stand, at only 4' 10'' she was easy to miss. She had a spritely figure to match, weighing no more than 90 pounds at her heaviest, and still not truly needing a bra at age 18. Her lack of height and womanly endowments made her terribly self-conscious. She was also very aware of how pale she was from staying inside all the time. The only thing that she had any confidence about was her long raven-colored hair, which Master had ordered cut short on her first trip to the groomers - much to her distress. After which they were arranged in ridiculous high pigtails sticking straight out of the sides of her head. They were usually embellished with pink ribbons and this night was no exception.

She snuck another look at Master. She didn't want him to know that she was watching him - studying him with her big brown eyes. This was the man who had bought her, humiliated her, trained her like a dog, and yet he seemed more than a captor and a sadist to her that evening. Margaret had to admit to herself, he was good looking. He was a tall, well-built man with short hair almost as dark as her own. He had a full beard that he kept combed and groomed. Over the last few days she had wondered what if that beard would be soft or course if she ever got her paws in it.

“Why shouldn't he be interested in me?” She wondered to herself and then resolved that she was going to make him interested.

His arm was draped over the armrest. His thick fingers hung down the side of the chair. Margaret took a deep breath. “I'll only act like a puppy just enough to get him to notice me. Here goes…” She thought and she lowered her head under his fingers. Then she rose back up so that his fingers were buried in her hair. She rubbed against them anxiously hoping to garner some attention. His fingers felt good against her scalp as they lazily stroked her silky hair. Margaret closed her eyes and took in the sensation, but it ended all too soon. After just a few moments he stopped and hadn't even glanced in her direction once.

Not to be discouraged, Margaret backed up a bit. “I can't believe I'm doing this…” She thought as she parted her pink lips. Her little pink tongue darted out and licked his fingers. He tasted faintly of salt. Margaret let the taste wash over her tongue for a few moments. She felt so dirty, but she savored the taste in that short space of time. Then, hesitantly at first, she began to lick at his fingers. The small girl found herself beginning to pant, at first just to play up her puppy girl behavior, but then because she found herself becoming more and more aroused by her actions. Her little shaved pussy began to tingle as she lapped him with her slobbery tongue

Despite her display, Master didn't take his eyes off his book, but he finally spoke. “My, my, Muffins is affectionate tonight.” Margaret could hear the smile in his voice as she continued to lick. She couldn't tell if he was enjoying her licking or if he was still enjoying humiliating her with that stupid name. “Muffins…” She loathed that name! He'd named her that to make fun of her little breasts. However, regardless of how she felt about it, Muffins was her name according to Master, everyone she'd met since her abduction, and her name tag hanging from her collar. Without a voice, it was hard to dispute.

He chuckled as he drew his hand away with such speed that Margaret was still licking at the air for a few moments before he brought his hand back down to pat her on the head. “Does Muffins need to go potty? You know what to do!” Hoping that he hadn't noticed her licking at the air, Margaret frowned and squirmed as the tingling between her legs intensified. She knew what she was supposed to do when she needed to “go potty.” He meant that she should go to the door and scratch at it with her “paw” until he leashed her and took her outside. More than any part of her training, having to beg to relieve herself and having to do it outside was the worst.

Fortunately, she didn't have to “go potty,” so she made no move for the door. Margaret took another deep breath and decided something even more drastic was necessary. She hesitated to do anything further though. Each willing action seemed to draw her further and further away from herself - Margaret - and closer and closer to being Muffins. Her damp pussy twitched at the thought of licking his fingers. She was dying to know what those fingers would feel like caressing her in her most private of places. “Come on!” She told herself. “You're doing these things to get what you want. You are in control here!” She assured herself.

Swallowing he pride - what was left of it - again, she sat up on her “hind legs”, resting on the balls of her feet. This was as high as she could go without getting dizzy since they'd “disabled” her, and even then she had to be careful not to fall over. Margaret hated the “begging position” because whenever she was in it her little pink pussy always pouted open. It made her feel so dirty and vulnerable. She wanted him to see this time though. Margaret began to whimper and whine as she brought up her “paws” and let them hang uselessly in front of her, all the while trying not to think about how pathetic she looked and sounded.

Much to her ire, he still wasn't paying attention to her display. “Calm down, Muffins,” he muttered. “I'll take you outside in a minute…”

Margaret dropped back down to her hands and knees and furrowed her brow. She'd already embarrassed herself so much trying to get his attention; it felt like it was too late to turn back. Margaret sighed quietly as she realized that this was a role she was going to have to adopt fully. “But it's just a role!” She reminded herself quickly.

Her cheeks were already flushed with humiliation as she crawled slowly to the front of Master's chair. She faced the fireplace and pointed here perky little bottom towards him. Margaret felt a little sick. She still couldn't believe that she was really even considering this, let-alone doing it. Without further ceremony, Margaret dropped her head to the floor and raised her pert little rear up towards him. The carpet was soft against her cheek. She tried to focus on that as she parted her knees, opening and exposing her puckered anus and glistening slit. Margaret held back tears as she began to shake her bottom back and forth. She wagged her “tail” as fast as she could, and then looked over her shoulder at him. Her big brown eyes were wide and moist with tears. She crossed them in an effort to look even sillier. Right before she did, she caught a glimpse of Master. He was looking at her! She barked happily at him, panting with her tongue hanging out in between each yip. He called this position “flirting.” When he'd first made her do it, he had to punish her more than once to get her to comply. Now, she found herself doing it in earnest for the first time.

“Oh, I think I understand…” He said playfully. Margaret's eyes uncrossed for a moment and she saw him smiling down at her. It was a patronizing smile, as if he was looking at a real puppy trying to walk on her hind legs, but he'd noticed her!

Margaret's heart leapt. He understood! She faced the fire and wagged her “tail” faster. She was panting and yipping so loudly that she almost didn't hear the sound of his belt and pants hitting the floor. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw him standing behind her. Master was already completely naked! His body was covered in dark hair. He was barrel-chested and fit. She didn't have any one to compare him to, but he looked good to her! Her wide eyes inevitably focused on his cock, and for a moment she became fearful again. Like the rest of him she had no one to compare it to, but it looked huge to her! Her body called out for it, but her mind, fogged by arousal, screamed that she couldn't possibly take all that inside of her! Margaret felt so inferior to him all of a sudden - more so than usual. There he stood, so tall and powerful, and dignified even without his clothes. His rigid manhood matching his steely, mischievous gaze. While she was nothing but a frightened little animal, stuck on her hands and knees and drooling and barking in spite of herself, just like a real bitch in heat!

As Master knelt down behind her, Margaret hesitantly tried to crawl away from him. She gave a start as his strong hands gripped her girlishly narrow hips. This was not how she'd imagined losing her virginity. Margaret was a fairly old-fashioned girl. She'd always fantasized about her first time being on her wedding night with a handsome, loving man who treated her as an equal. In those fantasies she was on her back lying on silky sheets looking into the eyes of her lover - her husband. She never imagined that it would be like this! At least, she thought, the rug was soft, and the man poised to take her was handsome.

Margaret continued to feebly try to crawl again, but his powerful hands kept her still. She tensed as she felt the smooth head of his cock against her hungry little opening. Her first instinct, despite her trepidation was to press against it. She felt so empty and desperately wanted to be filled! He teased her. Every time she tried to press against him he'd pull back just out of her reach. Margaret's hips danced with desperation as she tried to follow him, only to be denied as he held her firmly in place. She cried and whimpered in frustration, looking at him over her shoulder with pleading eyes. She no longer cared how big he was or how humiliating it was to have to beg, she only knew that she wanted to be taken and she wanted to be taken right then and there!

Finally, when her desperation was at its peak and she knew she couldn't possible take any more teasing, she felt his grip on her hips tighten and he drove himself into her tearing her hymen in one brutal thrust. Margaret let out a yelp as fresh tears of pain sprang to her eyes. Her useless hands offered no release, so she bit the carpet to help her endure the assault. She felt so full, so - stuffed. It was wonderful and it was horrible. Margaret couldn't make sense of it all. She wished that she still had a voice so she could tell him he was hurting her, but Margaret supposed that he probably wouldn't care. He held her firmly as he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust all the way to the hilt again, his pelvis striking her perky little bottom with great force. He did it again, and again, and again in a steady rhythm that made waves of pain and pleasure crash over her. Her tears flowed freely as she whimpered and chewed on the rug desperately.

Margaret didn't know how long the brutal thrusting went on, but her throat was hoarse from yelping, her knees hurt, her arms felt like overcooked noodles, and her cheek was rug burned. Despite the dull ache in her pussy, her body, still betraying her, wanted more. Clearly, so did Master. Thankfully, his pace slowed and he became more-gentle. His hands came off her now bruised hips and began to gently caress her tender little breasts - her muffins - sending new currents of electricity over her tiny, tired body. Margaret signed deeply. Perhaps it wasn't so awful - being mated.

Master ran one hand down from her breast, across her trembling belly and down to her drenched pussy. He rudely put his middle finger against her little clit causing Margaret to stiffen as it stiffened. Before her abduction, she'd only played with her “button” a few times - usually when she was thinking about her future wedding night. Doing so almost felt too good, so she rarely did it. Master was under no such constraints. His worked his finger against her swollen clit in a slow, steady circle. Again, Margaret wished she could still talk so that she could beg him to stop. She shook and whined, desperate to get away from him, but he easily kept her there and continued his relentless massage.

Margaret desperately humped his cock as he continued to play with her. She could feel something building inside of her. She'd felt it before. It was like riding a roller coaster, where she'd climb and climb and climb. Margaret had never managed to get past the climbing part. Somehow she knew it would feel good to get to the top and come crashing back down!

She was a panting, wet mess when both of his hands returned to her hips. He held her still, and pulled his cock out of her. Her desperate struggles were to no avail. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact perhaps thirty seconds, he asked calmly, “Does Muffins want a litter in her belly?”

Margaret, even through the haze of frustration and desire, froze. She most certainly did not want a litter in her belly! Even if she did want such a thing, Master knew she couldn't answer. Why was he teasing her, especially now when she was so needy? Her hips continued to gyrate almost independently of her. Out of all the cruel and horrible things he had done to her, this was perhaps the most sadistic.

“Well, if Muffins doesn't want it…” He said nonchalantly.

Margaret couldn't conceive of going another moment without him inside of her. Her hips shook desperately and she whimpered more-pathetically than ever before. But “Margaret” couldn't submit like that. Margaret didn't want a litter in her belly. Muffins did.

“Does Muffins want a litter in her belly?” He repeated, seemingly immune to her charms and increasing need. “Bark if you want it.”

In that moment, Margaret only knew that she needed it. She needed it more than anything she had ever needed before. She let out a hoarse, “Arf!”

“Oh, I think you can do better than that!” he teased and pressed the head of his cock against her before cruelly taking it away.

Margaret abandoned, Margaret. “Arf, arf, arf, arf!” She barked pleadingly.

“Good girl!” He praised and drove into her with the greatest speed and force she'd yet felt. He pumped her faster and faster, all of her objections melting away as he took her with seemingly no consideration for her feelings. She was climbing the rollercoaster again. Up and up and up she went, higher than ever before. Then he thrust into her depths and groaned loudly. In response, Margaret pushed against him with as much force as her tiny body could muster. She wanted as much of him inside of her as possible. His gruff, animal-like noises triggered something inside of her and as he spurted thick, hot globs of his seed into her little, unprotected womb she felt something inside of her pop like a bubble. Her hips bucked wildly as he emptied himself inside of her and waves of pure pleasure washed over her.

Then the two of them were still. The only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire and their respective heavy breathing. He slowly pulled out of her sending painful and pleasing sensations through her.

Master swatted her on the bottom as he stood up, “Stay!” he commanded. She whimpered weakly, but obeyed. Her mind was awhirl, but she was too tired to think. She knew one thing though. Margaret was gone. She really had become Muffins.

***

Six months later, Muffins crawled by Master's side on her usual morning walk. She wanted to be a perky and playful little puppy girl for him, but she'd found that difficult in recent months. With pregnancy swollen breasts and a belly she had to be far more demure on her walks than she had been. There was a lot more socializing on her walks to make up for that though. Other puppy girls would always sniff at her belly and give her a knowing look. As embarrassing as it was to be in her state, because everyone knew what naughty things she'd been doing to get that way, she held her head up high as she crawled.