Pink eyes would scan the environment, but there wasn’t much to see, the mutt seemingly trapped within what had to be a filthy, padded coffin. The walls were tight around him, barely allowing an inch or two of space to move, and the air was heavy with a salty stench he couldn’t quite put down. The closest he could fathom was the scent his father’s underwear made that one time he gave them a curious sniff after the old man got done exercising, but the stench was ever present in this small space, flooding his lungs with each breath through his cute black snout.
Sacha’s heart pounded in his chest, attempts to move his legs and arms made futile as he gazed down once again to see that he was wrapped fully in what seemed like a sack covered with belts, all wrapped tight and keeping him from doing much of anything. However, it was hard for him to keep focus as that vibrator in his ass continued to wiggle and jostle against his anal walls, the pup’s hips lifting off the padded floor of his box and oh so easily hitting it’s “roof”. Sacha let out muffled cry after muffled cry, becoming more desperate as tears flooded his eyes, thrashing around in futility as he feared what would come next.
The rotti mix didn’t have to wait long, as he heard a voice, clear as day, drone out to him, “Good girls don’t struggle…”
The source of the voice seemed to come from all around him, and upon it’s utterance, the canine would yipe out as the vibrator in his rear grew more erratic and powerful in its movements, a clear punishment for the untrained, pre-pubescent pup’s anus. Despite the pain, the canine did his best to keep still, wanting nothing more than for the pain to go away, and even if he was confused by the voice getting his gender wrong, he didn’t want to deal with that thing in his ass any longer!
Moments passed, and eventually, the vibrator slowed back down to its initial pace, still uncomfortable, but not nearly as harmful now. In fact, now that it wasn’t causing such a distressing amount of friction, the pup could feel it press on something within him that made him feel tingly all over, his covered paws curling and splaying out to the best of their ability within the sack, as he let out a shivering, muffled moan.
“Good girl, little cubs like you will go far if they listen to their elders. After all, your elders only want the best for you, no one else. You trust the elderly, more than anyone else. All you can think about is being a good girl for your elders…”
Sacha whimpered in a mix of confusion and welling terror, as the voice seemed to drone on and on about being a “good girl”, and talking about old people like they were some kind of king for the small pup. He wanted to ignore it, but the mantra surrounded him completely, as the pleasure from the vibrator grew higher and higher, hitting him in just the right spots, his pacifier getting wet with drool as he couldn’t keep himself from salivating.
“…Good girls love elderly men more than anything. Good girls crave old man cock. Good girls think other girls are disgusting. Good girls can only feel pleasure when they have a cock inside them. Only old man cum can quench a good girl’s thirst. All good girls can think about is being bred by old men…”
Sacha’s eyes squinted as he felt the pressure in his loins building, his whole body trembling as, despite the awful smell worming into his mind and oh so slowly eroding his apprehensions, and the incessant vibrator working over his prostate, the pup couldn’t keep himself from letting out a muffled howl, his soft, caged cock throbbing as his cute little balls would clench up, a single white rope spurting from his tip before it would cease its ejaculation. All the while, the voice would drone out incessantly that the pup was a good girl, as the scent in the padded box only grew more intense, further flooding Sacha’s lungs and inebriating his thoughts.
“The scent of old man musk arouses good girls. Good girls can’t get enough of it. Good girls will happily please their elders, even if they’re out in public. Good girls will happily eat out their elder’s ass. Good girls give the best tongue baths. Good girls love to worship their elders, from their pits to their soles. Good girls would do anything for their elders.”
The rotti mix was given no time to relax, the vibrator ramping up at a more gradual level this time around, allowing the pup to grow used to the increasing pace, not that it made him less squirmy. Sacha would instinctively hump into the pleasure, only to have the voice suddenly cease, and the vibrator to go back to that hole ruining pace it had gone before, only for the voice to rumble out, “Good girls don’t thrust…”
Crying out in anguish, the pup ceased his movements, whimpering and panting through his nose as, once again, after a few moments, the vibrator returned to its original speed. Sacha started to lose track of time as this treatment continued on and on, his own thoughts starting to dull due to the lack of proper stimuli, and the overabundance of trance inducing mantra and the growing, blissful feel of that silicone phallus wiggling against his prostate. Initially, the slew of sentences running through the rotti mutt’s ears would go out one, and come out the other, but due to the prolonged confinement, and near constant pleasure and musk, the words would start to stick, and as each orgasm would slam into the pup like a truck, wetting the crotch area of the sack more and more, those affirmations of him being a good girl started sticking.
Eventually, her thoughts started to shift, fantasies of her friend’s grandparents filling her mind, the elderly gold retriever with white fur on his muzzle caressing the good little girl, and using his cock like that vibrator in her rear. Sacha moaned at the thoughts, pushing her adolescent rump back against the plug, as images of that chubby, old canine slam fucking her prostate made Sacha gush. With each fantasy fueled release, the droning of the voice calling Sacha a “good girl” clung to her mind more and more, her caged cock…no, her caged clit spurting more and more juices as the climaxes seemed unending.
She was suddenly torn from this trance as the “lid” of the padded box opened up, revealing none other than the old golden retriever Sacha had been fantasizing about. He waved a paw over his muzzle, commenting, “Whooo, you sure smell ripe, my girly! Hope you don’t mind the interruption, but I think this’ll help things out a bit…”
Sacha’s eyes continued to adjust to the sudden change in lighting, before she felt the warm hot stream of the elder starting to piss on her. Had Sacha been in her right mind, she would have been utterly disgusted, but as the warm, golden colored fluid coated her wrapped figure, she knew that it was just her elder claiming their property, and that, as a good girl, she should be thrilled to be so lucky. When the older male finished, he huffed, shaked off the last drops down onto Sacha, and then gave her a curt little wave, before trapping her within the identity destroying coffin, muttering out, “See ya in a few more hours, my good girl…”
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