Tales of the Pandeic 5 - Renee the Babysitter

-by Alvo Torelli, June, 2020

(M+f, b+f, Ff, humil, bond, best, con, gang)

If you need to start at the beginning of the story - please go here .

Part VII: The Outing

The date was set for Taylor to take Renee out. Rufus would go with them. It would be a simple first outing: merely a young couple walking their dog a few blocks down to a local coffee shop that was finally open for limited outdoor seating. Taylor knew, from quizzing Renee, that it was a popular summer hangout for her fellow high school students.

"I promised you," Taylor said as he got Renee ready for their outing. "I promised to give you what you need, now and forever. And I know how to give you what you need. This is all for you, baby. This is all for my slut."

Renee hadn't left the house except to pee in the back yard for two months. She felt frightened and vulnerable when they stepped outside into the sunshine. They were going out amongst people who might be infected. Frightened and vulnerable were amplified a hundredfold by the way Taylor had prepared her for the occasion. She shivered with anticipation. She could only hope they didn't meet anyone she knew!

To the casual observer, they were a young couple walking a huge dog down the street. Mixed race couples were common and expected in this part of town. Maybe the boy seemed young for the girl, but he was handsome and smartly dressed. Even with half of her face covered by a cloth virus-mask, the girl was obviously pretty and her striking blonde hair gleamed in the sun. Perhaps it was odd for the girl to be wearing a long-sleeve, high-neck white jacket on a warm day like this - but it was a very stylish jacket that went nicely with her flaring short skirt and white ankle boots. Pretty young girls can be so addicted to fashion these days. The young couple nodded politely to the people they passed; the unmasked boy flashed his smile.

But if the same casual observer happened to be just a bit more observant, they might notice some oddities about the pleasant couple. They might discern that the dog's rather long leash wasn't clipped to the ring on his collar. Instead, the leash passed through the ring and continued on up to his huge maw. The dog held the handle of the leash lightly between his teeth! And having remarked on this odd fact, wouldn't it be natural for the observer to let their eye follow the leash to the girl's hand, where it was held down at her side? Come to think of it, shouldn't her arm be outstretched to hold the leash? What an odd posture for walking your dog. And what's this? Why it looks like the leash simply passes through the young lass's hand and then continues up under her jacket! And since the handle of the leash is in the canine's mouth - the clasp of the leash must be... Oh my, who is walking whom?

Renee was certain, as they walked down the street, that everyone they passed could see she was the one tethered to the long dog leash, not Rufus. She saw the startled looks on some of their faces, the way they paused and turned to take a closer look. The mortification was exquisite and under her short skirt, her bare cunny tingled. A single drop of moisture slid down the inside of her thigh.

It was a beautiful, late spring day. There were far more people out and about than Renee had imagined. Her sense of vulnerability and shame was intense, but at least she had Taylor, her handsome master-husband, walking with her. What harm could come to her when he was near? But as they rounded the corner at the end of the first block Taylor stopped her. He leaned in and kissed her briefly on her mask before he said, "Time to walk on your own, slut. Don't worry, Rufus knows the way, he won't let you stray. You'll see, it'll be better this way. I'll meet you at the coffee shop." Then he was gone, walking briskly away and back around the corner, out of sight. Renee wanted to cry out for him to come back, but of course, she couldn't.

Alone and leashed to the dog, Renee's sense of exposure, danger, and shame spiked to levels that would have left her speechless if she wasn't already speechless. She trembled on the sidewalk, terrified of going on. But Rufus tugged at her leash and she had no choice but to follow the big brute up the street. Her hand clasped desperately to the leash as he pulled her closer and closer to the busy district of cafes and shops, where there would be even more people.

Being leashed to Rufus was hardly the only thing Renee was worried other people might notice if they looked too close. Would they notice the bulge at the back of her short skirt where the long fluffy tail that came out of her ass was curled up to keep it from dropping down below the hem of her skirt? Would they guess what the bulge was? Would they notice the odd way she had to walk with such a big plug in her ass? Oh god, what if the tail came uncurled and dropped down! With every tortured step she took, she was sure the tail would suddenly unfurl and drop down to tickle the backs of her bare legs.

And the skirt was so infuriating. It was too short, and the waist was too tight around her hips. It kept trying to ride upwards, constantly threatening to expose her and expose her furry tail. Every few steps she tugged it back down on one side and then the other- each time worried she might lose her grip on the leash. And every few steps the cursed, flouncy skirt rode back up her waist an inch or two. She kept glancing around to see if she could adjust the skirt when no one was looking. Ironically, she realized that every time she pulled down her skirt she widened the gap between her skirt and her jacket - increasing the risk that someone might notice and wonder about the thin chains that ran across the smooth white skin of her stomach - the tiny chain up and down between her nipple studs and her clit ring. At least she could be thankful that she could actually reach the hem of the skirt to tug it down. Still, the arm bondage was so wicked and frustrating! She yearned to move her arms! Oh - would anyone notice?

And to cap off Renee's horrifying walk of shame, there was one more secret - hidden in plain sight. Not the fact that she wore no underpants under her skirt or the bondage harness under her jacket that lifted and displayed her young breasts. Not the chain stretching between her nipple studs and her clit ring. Not the terrible words written across her breasts with bright red letters, or the way her arms were secretly bound to her sides. No, her final shame was the uncomfortable, frustrating mass of wet fabric filling her mouth, and the infuriating tape over her lips - a gag - a severe gag completely hidden by the face mask she was required to wear by the governor. Only Taylor could think of such an evil and loving way to threaten public humiliation for his lovely slave-bride - a hidden gag.

The things Renee knew about her situation terrified her as she stumbled along helplessly behind her strong canine-husband. She'd never felt so vulnerable or alone. "I can do this! I can! It's not that bad. I just have to be careful. I can do this,' she repeated in her mind. But if she'd had any clue of just how vulnerable and helpless she really was she might have fainted on the spot.

Taylor watched his slut-bride from a short distance. He'd thrown on a Covid-19 mask she'd never seen before, pulled a stocking cap over his head, changed his shirt and pants - he even had lifts in his shoes to give him an extra inch of height - all from a stash laid out in advance. She'd never recognize him, even if he bumped into her. He wasn't going to miss a second of her first outing back in public! Besides, she was his slave-wife, and he had to look after her. Right?

Rufus pulled Renee around the corner and onto the busy street. Even with her mask, she looked so scared. Her eyes darted everywhere. How could she not look afraid? She was completely helpless and had no way to beg for assistance even if she wanted to. Taylor loved the unnatural way her arms hung at her side. He was proud of the devious way he'd found to put her into bondage right out in the open. But her arm bondage was only the beginning. There was so much more, more that even Renee didn't know about.

Damn! It was so cute when she desperately tugged down on the hem of her short skirt. Just a few more times and...

As she rounded the corner Rufus unexpectedly pulled her sideways. Renee stumbled and bumped into a man. "Hey - you're supposed to keep six feet away!" the man said angrily. Taylor smiled, knowing that Renee couldn't apologize. "Don't you know the rules, girl?" Renee flushed with embarrassment. The sight made Taylor's pulse jump. Renee was dragged away from the man, who cursed and went on his way.

It had been so much fun to get his fuck-toy ready for their outing - to watch the growing dismay on her pretty face as she began to understand some of what he had in mind. She'd looked so confused when he forced the anal plug on her, with the long raccoon tail. He'd teased her as he zipped up her special skirt and hid her new tail, curled up, underneath it. "Now don't get too excited out there, or your tail might show and everyone would know," he'd whispered in her ear. Taylor knew that Renee didn't yet fully understand what he, at only eleven, understood instinctually: the anticipation of humiliation, the threat of it, would greatly magnify the effects of the eventual humiliation. She would be so afraid of the tail appearing that when it actually happened, it would almost be a relief. Almost, but not quite.

Taylor watched Renee struggle to keep up with Rufus, clutching at the long leash with white knuckles. He knew she was no match for the strength of his dog. Rufus was a monster. As Renee struggled to keep up with him and the erratic way he pulled her from side to side, the big dog made her bump into more people, drawing more and more attention to her - unwanted attention. A couple of people asked her if she was okay; if she needed any help. But she couldn't answer them! The frustration on her face was wonderful. Other people yelled at her to control her dog, or stay a safe distance away. Still she couldn't respond. Taylor watched as more and more people looked hard at Renee, really noticing her. It was just the attention he wanted to be drawn to her - attention that she, very much, did not want. He could tell that Renee was aware that more and more of the people who noticed her were picking up on the things that were wrong with her - it was too hot for a leather jacket, the backward leash, her awkward arms, her exaggerated gait. He watched Renee's panic climbing, her humiliation getting worse and worse. Only Taylor could understand how excited and aroused his fuck-toy must be. It worked for both of them. He was so hard in his pants!

He remembered the way Renee had looked as he tightened the bondage harness on her torso, encasing and lifting her beautiful breasts. He really liked her breasts - he could play with them for hours. He loved to reach through the bars of her cage and molest her soft mounds of flesh.

She had shivered as he put the cuffs on her arms, one just above and one just below each elbow, with a thin, rigid, metal bar connecting them along the inside of her arm. It's surprising how restrictive it feels to have your arms fixed in a straight position. But Taylor was far from done. He slid the coat onto her arms and up over her shoulders. It was delicate work to fish the short, tiny chain through the small slit in the inside elbow of each sleeve, then thread it through another tiny slit in the side of the coat, where it was clipped securely to the side of the bondage harness. The look of dismay on his bride's face as she finally understood the devious way he had incapacitated her arms and bound them to her sides in a way that no one would be able to see, was priceless.

There were also the things Renee didn't know about how he'd prepared her. She hadn't seen the way he'd sabotaged the bottom of her coat zipper by removing the bottom stop. Then there were the critical threads he'd snipped and weakened on the flaring, high-waisted short skirt she would be wearing. Her pretty new white ankle boots, that she squealed over when she first saw them, had glittering decorations with rough, spiky protrusions. Renee had no idea how well he'd trained Rufus for his part in their afternoon romp. She didn't see him drop an extra pair of handcuffs into each pocket of her jacket.

Taylor adored being Renee's loving tormentor! Her every reaction turned him on so much. He'd had to stop three times as he was getting her ready for their outing to stroke his cock and cum into a rag. Jayden, who'd been assisting where necessary, helped out by cumming on the rag several times too until it was sopping with their combined boy-cum. Eventually, she was ready. He slowly zipped the jacket closed, covering her nearly naked flesh, the bold words written on her chest, her pretty, studded nipples. The jacket's collar zipped all the way to her cute chin so that it even hid her slave collar and the clasp of her leash from the sight of any casual observer. It wouldn't do to have his fuck-toy be found out! At least not right away.

The final step of Renee's preparation for her outing might have been Taylor's favorite moment. He stuffed the cum-soaked rag into her mouth until her pretty cheeks bulged, then taped her mouth closed with clear packing tape. As long as she was out there she'd have the taste of his and Jayden's cum to keep her company. Her pretty red lips, pursed together, showed through the tape. He stared into her pretty, tortured eyes as he pulled the Covid-19 mask over her nose and mouth to hide the severe gag. He could see in her eyes that she understood how aggravated and secretly humiliated the secret gag would make her feel once she was out in public.

Watching Renee blush and panic, now, as another person tried to talk to her on the street, he knew he was right about the gag.

There was so much more to come! Taylor hurried on to stay abreast of his beautiful, tortured bride. He wasn't going to miss any of the fun!

Renee grew frantic as her dog-husband dragged her along more and more crowded sidewalks. She knew it was obvious to everyone that the dog was the one in control. She should be apologizing to all the people she came too close to, even bumped into. Only she was gagged! The people didn't know that; they thought she was just an inconsiderate, skanky teen who couldn't control her big dog.

The first real disaster happened as she crossed the street at the end of the first busy block. Her infuriating skirt was riding up so much! She tugged it down for the hundredth time, with her free hand, not the hand that desperately gripped the leash. But she must have tugged too hard. She felt something give. Panic swept over her. What had she...? Oh god, no. No!

The long fluffy raccoon tail that jutted out of Renee's ass suddenly came uncurled. She felt it unroll under her skirt, then slowly descend down her thighs until it dangled all the way down along her bare calves to the tops of her ankle boots. There was no way anyone could miss seeing it. Renee knew exactly what people would think - they would think the truth! They would look at her and know that she had a plug in her ass. She was out here on the street, alone - and they would think that it was some perverted, kinky thing she'd done to herself just so she could have a pretty raccoon tail tortuously tickling the backs of legs as she struggled to keep up with her dog. She could see in their eyes that she was right. The few men defying the mask order as they sauntered down the street smirked knowingly at her, turning to admire her round ass and the long tail that hung from below her skirt.

She'd been humiliated over and over at the hands of the Jackson family - but never like this - never out in public, surrounded by strangers. Renee's cunt was dripping down her legs.

Rufus stopped to sniff yet another lamppost - the only reason Renee wasn't constantly on the run to keep up with him. Out of breath, she ducked to the other side of a covered bus stop where she'd be out of sight.

"Nice tail, missy," a voice said from behind Renee. She whirled around, frightened. A man in his forties stared at her. She couldn't tell if he was smiling or smirking behind his mask, but his eyes looked excited. He leaned in close, crowding her against the wall. "It's certainly nice to see someone showing their fur in public," he whispered. "I'm a furry myself, but... well, not usually out here in broad daylight. But hey, this awful lockdown has been so hard - I haven't had a pet to play with for a long time." He stepped even closer, trapping her. "What do you say you come with me and... well, I'll show you mine if you show me your yours. Nothing to say? I'll take that as a yes!" His hand caressed along Renee's bare thigh. She couldn't move her arms to push him away! She couldn't scream at him or cry out for help. "Such a pretty tail," he went on as his hand went up under the short skirt and over Renee's naked ass. He found the base of her tail plunging into her anus and his excited eyes flared. "Oooh, naughty, naughty." Suddenly he pulled her tight against him and let his fingers press past her tail, between her legs, where he found her soaking wet with desire. "Oh god, yeah, come on baby - my place is right around the corner! I can do you like a raccoon! You're gonna scream... Ow! The fuck! Hey!"

Renee's assailant leaped back and grabbed his leg where Rufus had just bitten him. Rufus growled and the creep took another fast step back. Then Rufus took off again, as if nothing had happened, dragging the tail-waving teenager behind him.

'Oh my god, oh my god!' Renee screamed in her mind as she tried to hurry after Rufus. That man... I couldn't stop him... he was going to... my arms... my gag... Oh my god! Renee's terror as the full truth of her situation sank in was almost, but not quite, as strong as her sense of absolute embarrassment. That man touched me! He knew I was wet!

Overwhelmed with new fear and mortification, the little rational part of Renee's brain reeled. Then it paused and caught up with reality - and it latched onto the firm belief that Taylor would never let her really get hurt. But just how far would Taylor actually go to humiliate and arouse his blushing bride? Oh god!

Renee stumbled, and it cost her dearly. She didn't fall, but she lost her grip on the leash. It was to be the beginning of the next phase of her undoing.

All through her ordeal so far, Renee had gripped the leash with grim determination. Even though she couldn't move her bound arms, she knew that hanging on to the leash was the only way she could have any control at all as Rufus hauled her from place to place. Better to have him pull her by the hand than by the throat! The second she lost her grip she knew her situation had gotten much worse.

It was worse than she thought.

Rufus lunged forward. Renee twisted, trying to grab the leash with a hand she couldn't raise from the side of her body. She missed. She tried to run forward after her dog-husband but he was too fast. The leash went taught against the bottom hem of her jacket, pulling downwards on her collar and upwards on the coat. The leashed strained against the bottom of the zipper. Renee was unaware Taylor had sabotaged the zipper. It should have held. The jacket should have been fine. Renee should simply have had to struggle along as her doggy master led her by her collar. But the zipper didn't hold. It broke apart at the very bottom and in a flash the jacket was ripped open halfway up to her chin.

Rufus stopped and looked back at his little bitch with a big doggy grin. This game was fun!

Renee looked down with horror. The tight, fitted jacket splayed open from her waist up to just below her breasts. Her smooth milky skin was bared because all she wore under the jacket was a plainly visible bondage harness. The thin chain that connected her nipples to her clit ring was clearly visible as well. She stood in helpless shock in the middle of the sidewalk, receiving stares from passers-by. Men were openly leering at her. She wanted to hide!

But she wasn't fully exposed. Not yet. She could see the coffee shop, less than half a block away. If she could just get there, without anything else going wrong, Taylor would be there. Taylor would rescue her! Oh, Rufus, please, she wanted to beg - just like she'd begged him so many times to fuck her. He'd always answered her begging; he'd always jumped up to sink his huge cock in her. Please, Rufus! Please don't pull on the leash again! Trembling, terrified, she took a step towards the coffee shop, trying to ignore the leers and wide-eyed stares as she passed people. Please, Rufus...

The big dog leaped forward. No! She tried to keep up with him to avoid being pulled by the leash! But he was too fast. The long leash lengthened out as she fell behind. It pulled taut against the bottom of the failing zipper. No, please! Rufus! With each inch that the huge dog pulled ahead of her, a little more of the zipper opened up. Her jacket spread open, revealing more and more of her shame! No! Please! The zipper continued to fail, higher and higher. Everyone could see she was wearing nothing but the bondage harness. The leash rose to her sternum and her breasts were ready to spill out of the jacket! NOOO! She tried to move faster, to keep him from pulling the leash, but she couldn't do it.

Just as Renee arrived in the center of the big, busy coffee shop's outdoor seating area - one of the most popular hang-outs for people her own age - the zipper failed completely and unzipped all the way to her chin. The leash strained for a second at the very top of the zipper, fighting with the slide mechanism. The top of the zipper popped apart violently and the jacket burst open. It happened so fast! The shoulders of the jacket were thrown back and they slid down Renee's back, revealing her chest. The little chains that bound Renee's arms tight to her sides prevented the jacket from falling lower. The top half simply folded over to leaver her chest and milky white shoulders bare.

In the big outdoor plaza, the tables were carefully arranged to create social distance between parties - but every table was filled with young people, many of them out for the first time in months. Every pair of eyes in the plaza was trained on the trembling, beautiful girl who stood with her arms stiff at her sides, her raccoon tail waggling back and forth and her gorgeous, naked breasts on display in a black leather bondage harness. They could all see the slave collar and the dog leash that tethered the pretty girl to the dog who now sat a few feet away from her, grinning around the handle of her leash. They could all see her nipple studs and the chain descending down into her skirt. They could all see the words written across her smooth flesh, just above her perfect, bare breasts, in bright red letters: 'MY NAME IS RENEE, CAN I BE YOUR FUCK-TOY?'

Renee was paralyzed with the most intense shame of her life. They were all staring at her. She recognized half a dozen young men from her high school at one table, a gaggle of girls she knew at another. She couldn't force herself to move. Perhaps, subconsciously, she knew that if she tried to move Rufus would just drag her back to be the center of attention. And she was the center of attention. She heard laughter from behind the masks. She heard lewd propositions and harsh remonstrations. She saw cell phones, lots of cell phones, all pointing at her. She knew what her peers are like. Even as she screamed 'no, no, please!' in her head she knew the videos of a nearly naked, humiliated girl were loading up into all the social media spaces, whirling across the globe to be seen by millions. Oh god, her mother was addicted to twitter!

Where was Taylor!? Why wouldn't anyone help her? Why couldn't she move?!

It felt like she was rooted to the spot at the center of the plaza, in front of all those jeering and leering people for an hour. In reality, it was only seconds, half a minute at most. But Renee's brain was completely overwhelmed by the enormity of her situation. She was literally paralyzed with humiliation. It was impossible for her to imagine that anything could be worse than this moment. Unfortunately for Renee, it wasn't impossible for Taylor to imagine something worse.

Taylor lurked at the edge of the plaza, ogling Renee's amazing situation like everyone else. He had his cell phone up like everyone else, although he was concentrating on filming all of the many people who were filming his slave-wife. He already had plans to make her relive the delicious moment again and again. No one noticed him in the crowd - all eyes were on Renee. No one would have been able to identify him as the one who gave a short, sharp, double-whistle.

Renee's horrified, wild eyes scanned the crowd of people and phones. But she jerked her gaze down in a flash when something cold and wet swept across her bare thighs. Nooooooo!!

At Taylor's signal, Rufus dropped Renee's leash and sauntered over to his distracted bitch-wife. She never saw him coming. In a deft, quick move, he hooked the front hem of her short skirt on the back of his head and swept his nose upwards along the bare skin of her milky thighs. The smell of her terrified excitement and the taste of the juices that were already rolling down her legs went straight to his brain. His little bitch was ready for his attention! He and Renee could both hear the gasps of surprise from the crowd of onlookers as his bright red cock slid out of its sheath to dangle glaringly under his shaggy belly. Then his strong tongue sought more of the precious nectar that only his bitch-wife could produce.

The huge dog's head puffed up Renee's skirt and strained at the fabric. But that wasn't her immediate concern. Her immediate concern was being tongue-raped by a dog in front of forty people with cell phones! She strained ineffectively at her arm bondage, desperate to push his head away. She tried to scream, even knowing that it was useless. She pressed her knees together and squirmed from side to side in anguished hope that she could keep his tongue away from her cunny, that he would lose interest in her. She knew she was wasting her effort, but she couldn't help trying.

Renee knew she'd lost the battle the second the huge dog growled at her. He was her master. She'd been trained, over and over, day after day, all leading up to this moment - in front of all these people. She knew that growl - that canine command. He might as well have spoken, "Submit to me, little bitch. I'm your Master and you are my bitch and you will submit to my desires." He growled again, too soft for anyone in the crowd to hear, but loud enough to send more panic and humiliation racing through the blood of his pretty bitch-wife. It was impossible for her not to obey her master.

What the crowd witnessed was the pretty girl choosing to change her stance and spread her legs to assist the huge dog. She spread her legs even wider and threw her head back. Her eyes closed, her back arched and her hands, awkwardly held at her sides, clenched into tight fists. Her body began to shake. Her tail swirled about. It looked like her knees should buckle, but everyone watching could tell she was being held up on her feet by the powerful dog. They couldn't see his tongue probing deep inside her cunt - but they didn't need to It was obvious on the half of the pretty face they could see that the child had the dog's probing muscle deep inside her. The only thing none of them could understand was why the young girl wasn't screaming or moaning as she experienced what could only be a massive public orgasm.

Renee writhed. The muscles in her neck strained beneath her slave collar. Her beautiful young breasts bounced up and down. Her long tail swished from side to side. The dog literally held her up with the power of his probing, swirling tongue, or else the power of her orgasm would have sent her crashing to the ground. For a minute, two minutes, five - he raped Renee's cunny with his tongue in front of dozens of witnesses, each of them either stunned, horrified, aroused, or highly amused. And almost all had their cell phones trained on the dog and girl.

It's doubtful that anyone in the crowd heard the low, quick double-whistle - but it only mattered that Rufus heard it. Renee's eyes snapped open as the dog stopped slurping at her cunny and pulled back from under her skirt. Her mind was reeling. For a moment she didn't remember where she was. There was deathly silence all around her before excited conversations resumed - all about her. Several young men called out rude requests. Her eyes came back into focus and her situation flooded back into her brain, even as a gush of her own juices, mixed with the dog's thick saliva, flooded down the insides of her legs.

Which was the precise moment when Renee's short skirt, finally ripped open by Rufus's strong tug, fell to the ground, leaving her essentially naked, with her arms still bound, in front of the increasingly large crowd of amazed onlookers.

Taylor smiled from his position near the back of the crowd. It was all so much more wonderful than he'd dared to imagine. Every piece of his planning was working smoothly. The final wardrobe malfunction came off exactly as he'd hope. The strain of having Rufus's huge head pulling at the skirt while he was tongue-raping their fuck-toy had severed the threads that Taylor had sabotaged long before he ever put the skirt onto Renee's shapely hips. Now the tortured young girl stood in the middle of the crowd in a wide stance, still shivering with the last few seconds of her immense, unwanted orgasm, completely exposed to the crowd. There was no longer any question that her tail was connected to an ass plug. Her clit ring actually glistened in the bright afternoon sunlight - wet with her doggy master's drool. She didn't try to cover herself with her arms, or pull the jacket back over her body - she couldn't. She appeared to be a perverted hussy - a depraved exhibitionist! He watched as more and more of the people openly laughed and pointed at his precious, beautiful, and absolutely mortified wife.

The boy could never have imagined what happened next. It was pure chance.

A very pretty little girl of about five stood clutching her father's hand. Her Covid-19 mask was pink, with a picture of a unicorn. Her long hair was just the same shade as Renee's, but pulled into long, pretty pigtails with big pink bows. Her father still looked on at Renee in stunned silence. There was a bulge in his trousers. A moment after Renee's skirt fell from her hips and settled atop her white ankle boots, the little girl jerked her hand away from her distracted father's grip and ran forward. She ran right up to Renee and looked up into the older girl's face with bright, excited eyes. "Lady!" the little tyke said in a voice that sent shivers through Renee. "Lady! Your tail is so pretty! Can I touch it, please?"

Renee couldn't answer. She could only stare. Her humiliation was more than her brain could process. Something made her nod her head.

The little girl grabbed Renee's tail and ran her hands along the soft, lovely fur. She jerked her mask down around her throat and rubbed the furry tail on the side of her face, tugging at Renee's ass in the process. A gasp rippled across the crowd. "Daddy! Daddy!" the child cried out. "Oh Daddy, please, can I have a tail just like this one? Oh please, Daddy!"

Most people had their eyes fixed on the bizarre tableau of the little girl caressing the disgraced naked girl's tail. Only a few, including Taylor, noticed the way the child's daddy continued to stare for a long moment. Only a few saw how the bulge in his pants doubled in size as his cute little daughter asked him in front of all those people for her very own ass-plug tail. Taylor chuckled out loud. If only he could get the man's address he'd be happy to provide him with a tail or two for the pretty little princess.

But the moment was brief. The man broke out of his trance and stormed forward, yelling at Renee at the top of his lungs. "Get away from my daughter! Leave her alone! You're some kind of degenerate child molester!" He grabbed the little girl's arm and jerked her away. Renee staggered backward when the little girl didn't release her tail quickly enough and it yanked hard at her ass. But it was a huge ass plug and a little girl certainly didn't have the strength to pull it out. "Let go of that tail, Amanda!" the daddy yelled. "That's a bad, bad lady. Don't you ever go near my baby again, you pervert!" he screamed before he picked the child up and hurried away through the crowd.

With a whole new kind of humiliation, Renee watched the little girl and her father disappear. He'd called her a pervert, a child molester! She wasn't! She was... she was... She was a fuck-toy - and everyone in the crowd knew it. It was written on her chest and they'd seen her in action.

Renee didn't have any more time to dwell on what she was or what people thought of her, for Rufus had picked her leash up in his teeth again and he was tugging at her collar. His low growl went straight through her and she immediately knew she had to start following him again. He was going to drag her somewhere else, naked and bound and helpless! She took a step forward when he growled again and discovered the final indignity of her total wardrobe malfunction.

Renee's slinky black skirt had fallen down her legs and settled on her fancy, bespangled boots. With that first step forward she nearly pitched to the ground as the skirt tripped her up. Rufus continued to tug at her! He growled again. Desperately she flailed about like a drunken river dancer, but the fabric was securely caught on the very decorations she had found so appealing when she squealed over the new boots Taylor gave her. She should have known! With her arms bound it was impossible to use her hands. Rufus growled and tugged; she had to obey! She had to try and follow before he pulled her to the ground and dragged her by the throat!

Renee realized that she could only manage the tiniest of steps. Oh god! It was almost exactly like having the short chain between her ankles when she served dinner! Taylor had found one final way to bind her - right out in front of a huge crowd of people.

Tiny step by tiny step, the blushing, naked fuck-toy was led away on her leash by a huge dog. No one helped her. Instead, they laughed, jeered and threw insults at the 'pervert-girl.' A couple of men even tried to follow. Who knows what evil the two had in mind, for the second Rufus and Renee rounded the corner the dog doubled back, catching the two lurkers by surprise. One truly deep growl from the child's dog-master was enough to send the two running the other way.

From the shadows, Taylor smiled. He watched the dog return to leading Renee up the much quieter side street towards their final destination, a secluded, closed park a few blocks away. As he watched Renee struggle to keep up with the dog he could only admire how well she had learned to walk with her ankles nearly bound together. And he really loved the way her halting, short stride made her long tail twitch from side to side. God, she had such a fine ass! Quietly, he followed his fuck-toy.

Renee barely held onto sanity. It wasn't so long ago she had started finding her captivity routine! Now she was pregnant, married to a boy and a dog. Now she'd been horribly, sexually humiliated in front of dozens of people, branded a pervert! All those people thought she'd done this to herself, that she was some kind of degenerate exhibitionist! Their videos would convince the world. And she was still out in public, secretly bound and gagged, but naked and degraded. What more could possibly happen to her?

One small blessing finally went Renee's way. The abused, torn skirt slowly disintegrated into rags. She felt a huge rush of gratitude as she was rid of the constriction around her ankles. She could walk!

Rufus tugged harder at Renee's leash, forcing her to nearly run or be pulled off her feet. He turned a corner, then another. She started having to awkwardly jog to keep up, breathing hard through her nose. Rufus took another turn onto a little-used dirt road with thick trees on either side. Where were they going? She saw a barrier across the road and a large sign stating 'PARK CLOSED.' But Rufus plunged off the road onto a narrow footpath. Renee couldn't see what was ahead. The trees closed in around her! Rufus! Please! Where are you taking me?

They burst through a narrow opening and out into the open. Renee careened forward another ten yards before she stumbled to a stop and saw where she was. She was in the middle of a small athletic field. A dozen young boys - Jayden and Taylor's age - were playing soccer, half of then wearing no shirts, all of them staring, bug-eyed at the gorgeous, naked fifteen-year-old who had just come tumbling into the middle of their illegal game at the end of a leash.

Renee looked around her like a caged animal. She took in the rag-tag group of ogling boys, the make-shirt soccer field, the empty parking lot, and the playground equipment roped off with yellow caution tape. She was in a secluded, closed, overlooked park. She was naked, bound, gagged, and helpless. And the dozen boys quickly surrounded her, closing in on her like a pack of wolves.

As the boys drew closer Renee froze like a frightened rabbit. She watched Rufus drop her leash at the feet of the nearest, bravest of the boys, then dash off towards the playground. The boy's eyes flared with surprise, then excitement, then glowed with a frightening hunger. He picked up the leash and stopped advancing on Renee, choosing instead to test the situation by pulling her towards him with the leash. Renee could see the flush of power that swept over the boy as she was forced to obey and step towards him.

A moment later she was surrounded. Her smooth skin burned under the eager gaze of two dozen eyes. These boys were young! Many of their mouths gaped open. They'd never seen a naked girl in the flesh before. They'd never had one bound and helpless to play with.

"Is your name really Renee?" the boy with the leash asked. Shirtless, his chest glistened with sweat. He was perhaps the oldest of the boys, but no older than twelve. Renee remembered the horrible words written across her chest, 'MY NAME IS RENEE, CAN I BE YOUR FUCK-TOY?' and she shivered. When she didn't immediately answer him, he jerked at the leash. "Well, is it?" he demanded. She had to answer him! She nodded her head. His eyes flared. He stared at her for a moment, like all the other boys pressed close around her. "Good," he said, smirking. "Then yeah, you can be our fuck-toy!"

No! No, there's too many! I can't! Renee wanted to scream, but of course, she couldn't.

"Anybody here want to touch a naked girl?" the oldest boy said to his friends with a smirk. A chorus of approval of the idea swept around the tight circle.

Someone reached a hand around from the side and cupped one of Renee's breasts. She flinched, only to have someone else put his hand on her ass. Suddenly they were all so close, jostling one another to get to touch her! They pressed in, pushing one another into her. Hands and fingers were everywhere - her breasts and nipples, between her legs, pressing at her butt, slipping into her cunt. Excitement rippled through the crowd of little boys as they got their first feel of a real girl's smooth skin and they saw the frightened way she twisted and turned.

Some boy managed to slide two fingers up into Renee's pussy. "Guys! Her pussy is like soaking wet! What does that mean?" he called out.

"It means she likes it!" another boy said.

"It means she's a slutty whore!" a third boy declared.

"I guess she really does want to be a fuck-toy," the oldest boy said. "Back off and let's find out." The other boys reluctantly stopped molesting Renee and took a single step back. She was still ringed tightly by the mass of their young, sweaty bodies. "Are you really a slutty fuck-toy, Renee? I bet you'd really like to suck my dick, wouldn't you? Huh? Wouldn't you?" When she didn't answer it seemed to anger the boy. "Hey, get down and suck my dick, fuck-toy!" he yelled and he used Renee's leash to yank her to her knees. "Get my cock out and suck it!"

The boy didn't understand! None of them did. Renee couldn't speak - she was gagged behind her mask. She could move her arms - they were tightly bound under the jacket that still hung half-way down her back. The oldest boy was commanding her, getting angrier and angrier with her, but there was nothing she could do!

"Hey Robbie," one of the other boys said. "Maybe she can't."

"What?" the boy with Renee's leash said. He held the leash near her throat, holding her in place. He reached out and pulled down her mask. "Jesus, she's gagged! Hell, what else is she hiding, the skanky slut? Someone get that jacket off!"

Two boys knelt and tried to pull the jacket the rest of the way down Renee's arms, but it wouldn't come off. "Fuck, Robbie, her arms are chained to her sides!" one of them yelled. "Anybody got a knife." Another boy produced a small pocket knife and soon the jacket was shredded, revealing to all the boys that the pretty young teen was indeed in bondage.

The sight of Renee's helpless situation excited all of the boys in ways they'd never experienced. Down on her knees, shivering with excited terror, Renee couldn't help seeing the bulges in a dozen pairs of soccer shorts.

It hurt when Robbie tore the tape from her lips, but the pain was an aphrodisiac for the slave girl. Another wave of misplaced gratitude swept over her when he pulled the sodden mass of cum soaked cloth from her mouth. Her cunny was aflame with desire!

But the boy was intent on seeing the pretty blonde's luscious lips around his cock. His friends had no idea he dreamed every night of his first blow job. He wasn't going to miss the opportunity! Since the bound girl couldn't pull his shorts down he did it himself, too excited to care what the others might think of the size of his young junk. He had no idea that his forward behavior would be the signal to all the other boys that it was okay to show their own cocks when the time came. He only knew how excited he was to twine his fingers into Renee's blonde hair and force her lips around his dick.

Renee greedily slurped the boy's medium-sized cock. Her brain was on fire from the humiliating, leering attention of a dozen barely adolescent boys. After months of constant training, she knew the best ways to stimulate a cock with her lips, tongue, and even her throat. She'd been conditioned for weeks to know that the only thing she was good for was pleasing the people who wanted to use her body and torment her young mind. Her entire purpose for existing gelled in her brain in that second as she gobbled the young boy's dick into her mouth and did everything in her constrained condition to make him cum. Against her well-honed talents, the boy never stood a chance of lasting more than a few minutes.

Even as Renee bobbed her pretty face forward and back on Robbie's cock, the other boys crowded in. Several of then knelt close and started molesting her pretty body again. They cupped her breasts and tortured her nipples. Someone pulled her tail upwards, straining at her ass, then slipped fingers into her cunt from behind. She worked hard at Robbie's cock, thrilling to the feeling that every inch of her smooth skin was being caressed and fondled by little boys.

But these boys weren't her masters. These were just horny, inexperienced boys who lusted after every pretty girl they saw - and now they had their chance. These boys didn't own her - her masters, Taylor and Rufus owned her. And so, the second Robbie started to shoot his young boy-cum into Renee's mouth she came. Orgasm crested over her body and made her tremble from head to toe as she swallowed a huge load of young semen.

The next boy put his cock into Renee's mouth hardly a second later. He was a bit smaller, but she sucked him just as greedily as the first - driven on by all of her training and conditioning and the massive climax that seemed to crest over her body and mind over and over again.

Renee only vaguely felt the boy's disconnect her arms from the bondage harness. She heard them exclaim when they found two pairs of handcuffs in the pockets of her jacket, but her brain didn't process the information. All she could understand was the cock in her mouth and the many hands caressing and exploring her body. She drank cum down her throat, then took another boy's cock between her hungry lips.

Every boy wanted his turn to experience the ecstasy of feeling his cock in a beautiful girl's mouth. It was a blessing that none of them could handle more than a minute or at most two of Renee's expert, ravenous ministrations. And with each boy she sucked, her craving for cum only increased! Gobs of semen sloshed about in her stomach. Her senses were overwhelmed with the taste and the texture - but still, she wanted more. She wanted all of it. It was so humiliating to be sucking little boy after little boy. But it was her duty, her reason for existing, and it made her cum so hard!

The boys watched with awe as Renee eagerly sucked off every last one of the dozen sweaty soccer players. She made it completely clear to them that she loved it! It didn't matter that she was bound and helpless - the young slut really wanted to suck them all dry. She truly was the fuck-toy she advertised herself to be. They couldn't understand how she had come to be here, but they no longer cared. She was here to service their depraved fantasies; she was bound and willing - and these boys had plenty of depraved fantasies.

Renee gasped as she was lifted from the ground by many hands, seconds after she'd swallow the cum of the twelfth boy. For the first time, she realized her arms were no longer bound to her sides. Where were they taking her? A whole new stab of terror swept over her. There were so many of them! She couldn't stop herself from struggling - after all, her struggles would only make them more excited.

From the tower of the central slide in the playground, Taylor had a bird's eye view of the preteen gang bang that was playing out in the park. He wasn't worried about being spotted. Nobody who was in the park today was going to be looking at anything but the naked fuck-toy and her dozen excited admirers. He sat dangling his legs over the edge, with one arm around Rufus, who never took his eyes off their slave-wife and continued to growl low in his chest. "Don't worry, Rufus," Taylor assured the huge dog, She'll be fine. She can take whatever those boys can dish out. I think a lot of those boys are gonna take that next big step towards being men today! Ha!"

Down in the playground, Renee writhed and twisted in hopeless attempts to get away from the small army of little boys. Robbie led the procession, with Renee's leash in his hand, and directed the other boys to carry her naked body to the jungle gym. They put her on the rubbery ground on her knees beneath the steel structure and before she knew what was happening her legs were stretched wide apart, with each ankle handcuffed to one of the metal struts. Her feet were held slightly off the ground, causing her to pitch forward, although the boys held her in place.

Renee's arms were no longer bound to the sides of her body - but the double cuffs that held her arms straight were still in place. She cried out in fear as the boys pulled her straight arms together behind her back and connected the two shorts chain between her elbows. It was so tight! They held her in place as Robbie unclipped the leash from the front of her collar and clipped it to the back of her collar instead. Then he tossed the long leash over one of the jungle gym bars up above Renee's back and caught the handle as it descended. He looped the end of the leash around the chain between her elbows and pulled tight. The leash forced Renee's arms up higher and higher behind her back, forcing her to bend at the waist. But it also pulled up on her neck. As Robbie tied off the taught leash, Renee was in a terrible position, bent over and pulled up at the same time, her back arched, and her pretty ass sticking out alluringly.

As she shivered with fear at her terrible new bondage, Renee's pretty tail arched out from her ass and twitched from side to side.

Up in his viewpoint, Taylor admired the ingenuity of the boy Robbie. It was a neat trick to put Renee into such an uncomfortable and frightening position, with no hope of escape and perfectly positioned to be fucked. The boy had talent! He was already kneeling behind his cute victim, preparing to let his cock have its first-ever taste of warm, wet pussy.

Taylor smiled. He thought of all the hours Renee had spent fighting the training cocks, strengthening her cunt, preparing herself for just such a moment as this. These boys might not have the biggest cocks in the world, but they were going to be very satisfied.

But Robbie didn't immediately start to rape the bound little blonde. How odd. Taylor listened carefully.

Robbie put his hand between Renee's legs and found her clit ring. He dipped one finger into her sopping cunt and played with the clit ring with another. He heard her gasp. He felt her trembling increase. "Tell me, Renee - tell all of us - are you really just a fuck-toy?"

"Oh god, oh god, please, yes - yes, I'm a fuck-toy!"

"And do you want us to fuck you, Renee?" Robbie said, fingering her cunny and pulling at her clit ring to torture her nipples at the other end of the chain. "Do you want all of us to fuck you? Do you want to cum on our dicks, Renee?" Robbie had never touched a girl like this before, but he could still tell that he was driving the little captive sex-bomb insane with desire.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

"What do you say, fuck-toy? Are you asking us to fuck you? Aren't you going to ask nice?"

"Yes! PLEASE! OH GOD, PLEASE, PUT YOUR COCK IN ME AND FUCK ME! ALL OF YOU. PLEEEEASE!"

Laughter burst all around Renee when she begged for the boys to use her as their fuck-toy. The humiliation struck straight into her heart just as Robbie's cock struck straight into her eager, waiting cunt.

Robbie was only the first of the dozen boys to fuck Renee under the jungle gym. They all did. And as each boy fucked her other boys stepped up and made her suck their dicks again, while others knelt beside her to play with her bouncing, perfect breasts. She was constantly surrounded by so many boys. Every boy took his turn kneeling behind her to feel the joy of gripping her hips as he stroked his cock through the tight channel of a real girl, no matter how many others had been there before him.

When the last boy had emptied his balls into her cunt, Robbie came back for seconds. Half the other boys came back for seconds as well, as the other half got yet another turn in her pretty mouth. Cum constantly dribbled down Renee's thighs and chin as the fuck fest went on and on for a couple of hours.

Renee couldn't believe how good it was to be bound and gang-raped by a dozen little boys. She squeezed their cocks with her cunt and sucked their cocks with every trick she knew. She convulsed in non-stop orgasmic pleasure. And all the while she felt an outpouring of love for her sweet, sweet Taylor - her genius tormentor - her master and husband - who'd gone to so much trouble to give her the perfect first outing of their life together.

But her first outing wasn't quite over. Taylor had one more little gift - though it didn't work out quite the way he'd imagined it.

The boys were just getter ready to untie Renee from her terrible bondage when one of them hissed, "Shit! Guys, someone's coming! Adults. Fuck, it's probably the cops!" The preteens scattered like leaves in a fall breeze, leaving their pretty captive still bound under the jungle gym - vulnerable to anyone.

And 'anyone' was there a few seconds later.

Mr. Holt, Mr. Brown, and Mr. Samuels were good friends outside the high school where Holt and Samuels taught algebra and English and Brown was the principal. In the warm late spring and summer months, the three men liked to run their dogs together through the wooded paths along the edge of town. They didn't usually go down into the park, especially now that it was closed due to the lockdown. But Mr. Holt had received the most interesting email, suggesting that if he checked out the park in the late afternoon he might find something of great interest.

What Mr. Holt and his two friends found was Renee Robertson, naked, shivering and bound, oozing cum from mouth and pussy - with a huge anal plug and a long fluffy raccoon tail. They'd seen the gang of young boys fleeing into the woods and it was not hard to imagine what they'd been doing. The three men and their dogs circled the wide-eyed little girl warily, noting her prominent clit ring, her bondage harness, and especially the evil message written across her chest. All three men knew they should come to the aid of the helpless child, but all three of them had happily been watching the recordings of the private sessions she'd done for them for weeks.

It was Mr. Brown the principal, a born leader, who acted first. He dropped his pants and grabbed Renee's hips and slid his cock into her tight cunny without a word. She was so tight! Between her muscles and the huge plug in her ass, she was the tightest cunt he'd ever fucked. He nearly fainted with excitement as he pounded into her. "Oh, oh, fuck, yes, yes, ohhhh!" he moaned. Then he looked up to see that Mr. Samuels had his cock deep in Renee's throat, while Mr. Holt held the leashes of all three of their excited dogs.

Up above the slides, Taylor and Rufus watched with amazement. Taylor hadn't expected three teachers, just one. And the dogs? That was a total surprise - a great surprise. Rufus growled even deeper, unhappy about the turn of events, but Taylor told him to hush and he did. Together, they watched the three teachers take turns fuck their pretty, bound wife in the cunt and mouth.

Mr. Holt was just thrusting hard into Renee, his cock spasming and jetting cum deep into her body, when he heard Mr. Brown, who had his cock back in Renee's mouth, say to Mr. Samuel, "I really think we should. I mean, wouldn't you just kick yourself later for not taking advantage of the opportunity when you had it?"

"Oh! Do you really think so? I mean... well, I suppose we would regret it for a long time if we didn't," Mr. Samuels replied. "Yes, yes, let's do it!" he said. Then, as Mr. Holt withdrew his drained and rapidly diminishing dick from Renee's cunt, he brought over his dog - a German Shepherd - who eagerly sniffed Renee's behind, then quickly went to work on her oozing cunny with his tongue.

Renee moaned around Mr. Brown's cock. From the second she'd seen the three big dogs she'd wanted to fuck them. She'd serviced her three teachers patiently and enthusiastically, like the good fuck-toy she was. But she desperately wanted dog cock filling her cunny. She waggled her ass at the big dog as best she could in her bound situation. It was enough to excite the dog. He took a few more enthusiastic swipes through her delicious pussy, then jumped onto her back and started humping like mad.

Weeks and weeks of practice as Rufus's bitch had taught Renee well. She could practically think like a little bitch in heat. She needed that cock in her pussy and she was going to have it! The dog did what dogs do, humping and thrusting at enormous speed. But it was Renee who arched her back just a tiny bit more, straining against her painfully bound arms, and captured the pointed red rocket in the pocket of her cunt.

Renee swallowed Mr. Brown's copious, thick cum just as the Shepherd slammed deep inside her and caused her running orgasm to spike to new heights. Brown slipped from her lips and staggered back, trying to catch his breath from the best blow job he'd ever experienced. Renee, her mouth finally available to her, moaned out, "Yes, yes, doggy! Oh god, doggy, fuck me! Knot me! Make me your bitch! Ohhhhh!"

Rufus growled again and Taylor patted him on the back. "Don't worry, fellow. We both know she's your bitch."

Down under the jungle gym, the pretty bound slut hung by her leash, knees on the ground and arms stretched back behind her. She'd lost track of how many times she'd been fucked, how many cocks she sucked, how much cum she'd swallowed. All she knew was the ecstasy of bulging dog-cock knotted deep in her pussy, driving her orgasm on. And a quarter-hour later, when the dog managed to pull his knot free of her tight cunt, made all the tighter by the big plug in her ass, she begged for the next dog to fuck her. Her amazed teachers were more than happy to supply her with a big furry Husky.

The strangest transformation happened to Renee as she writhed on the second dog's bulging knot. She suddenly realized the transformation had been happening for some time, slowly creeping up on her hour by hour, since the moment Taylor began to prepare her for her outing. It had to do with that tiny little bit of her mind that was still rational, still hanging onto normality - the tiny seed of her mind that hung on to sanity. One might think that little rational spark of Renee's mind was finally going to flame out and disappear forever. But it was the opposite. With each new atrocity, each new humiliation, Renee's little spark of coherence got stronger. When Taylor left her to fend for herself on the sidewalk - leashed and at the mercy of a dog, secretly bound and gagged in public - her reasoning mind had blossomed. When she was propositioned by a creepy fur-lover and then humiliated beyond imagination in front of a huge crowd of video-wielding onlookers, her cogent mind got stronger, breaking down the walls that had formed in a misguided, impotent attempt to keep it alive. When she'd found herself naked and helpless in the midst of a dozen lust-hungry little boys, the walls began to crumble and her rational mind surged, filling more and more of the space it had ceded. When her teachers started raping her the transformation accelerated. And when the first dog filled her insides with a flood of his hot, thin dog-cum, there was nothing left of Renee's mind but the rational, intelligent, wholesome part that had lain in hiding for so long.

It wasn't a war of destruction between the two parts of Renee's tortured mind - it was a war of acceptance, a battle of reconciliation - it was rationality accepting truth and desire accepting reason. Renee moaned in ecstatic pleasure and acceptance as the third dog thrust inside her and knotted her with his huge cock, locked inside her by the plug in her ass. Renee's mind was whole again. She was exhausted, overwhelmed, barely able to squeeze the big dog's cock - but she was incredibly happy. Her mind had finally reintegrated and come to grips with her new life. She could be wholesome and productive and loving and still be Taylor's depraved, cock-hungry little fuck-toy. She could be sweet and pretty and work hard and still be the best little-girl-bitch in the world for her precious Rufus. She could be a mother and a slut, a wife and a whore, an excellent student and a fuck-toy. She could take pride and pleasure in all the things she did well - even the most depraved.

She was Renee the Babysitter, Renee the Fuck-toy, Renee the Little Bitch, Cock-Hungry, Slave-Wife. It was who she was and she was whole again - and deliriously happy.

"Okay Rufus, old boy, you can go chase them all away now," Taylor said to his big Irish Wolfhound with a smile. "I'll be down in a minute. Gotta call Camilla to come and pick us up. Boy, is she gonna be pissed or what? I guess I ought to start being less of an adolescent pain in the ass if I'm going to live with her for so long."

The big dog bounded down the stairs of the slide tower with more grace than expected for such a huge beast. He appeared at the edge of the group of men and dogs who were just considering the possibility of having another round of pleasure with the captive blonde. But his low, menacing growl sent shivers through the men and dogs alike. The three dogs realized immediately that they'd come face to face with Renee's true Alpha, and none of them had the least interest in facing down the huge brute. When their dogs backed away quickly, the men suddenly realized how exposed they were. There was a mad scramble to put cocks away and pull up running shorts, but seconds later the men and dogs were running away as fast as they could.

"Good job, Rufus," Taylor said as he slid out of the deepening shadows. He gently unlocked the handcuffs from the steel of the jungle gym, letting Renee's feet back to the ground to take most of the weight off of her arms and neck. He untied the leash from between her arms and let her gently fall into his grasp. He lowered her until she was settled into his lap on the ground, where he quickly unbound her arms. She groaned as her shoulders were finally allowed to move.

"You did all that for me, didn't you?" Renee whispered to Taylor.

"Of course," Taylor whispered back, then leaned down to kiss Renee gently on the lips. "We did it for you," he whispered, stressing we, then let Rufus slurp his long tongue across the pretty girl's lips. "We will always give you what we know you need, Renee. We promised. And you needed this. You needed to be pushed over the edge. You needed to be broken completely so that you could put yourself back together the right way and come to peace with what you are, what you were always meant to be. Now you're perfect - even more perfect than you were before."

"How did you get so smart?" Renee whispered.

"Hmm," Taylor whispered back, "I guess I have the best babysitter in the world."

"I love you," Renee whispered, almost too low to hear.

"We love you, too - cunt." Taylor whispered back as his sweet, overwhelmed, beautiful slut-bride lapsed into unconsciousness.

The end.

You've come to the end of Renee's story. But if you your wondering what happened to that pretty little child who liked Renee's tail so much...

Tales of the Pandemic 6: Amanda's Tail

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