"Huh...?" Came the groggy voice of the canine, upon his arrival to the hellish landscape surrounding him.

A quite literal heavenly landscape, as he was soon to find out.

"So, he's here~"

The dominant, feminine voice caught the attention of the anthropomorphic dog, prompting him to turn around and feast his eyes upon where it came from.

His confusion was mixed in with an unwelcome sense of fear, when he gazed upon the terrifying, though admittedly stunning, sight of the fellow bipedal canine coming his way.

Some bitch, looking like a Whippet, coated in violent-blue fur, sauntered towards him with a look that could kill. And probably would.

The top of her head had a tuff of hair tied by a bobble, her neck was accessorised with a spiky black collar, her upper body was covered with a sleeveless black leather jacket, only just fastened up at the bottom to barely conceal those massive chest pillows, and her bottom half was covered by even less; just a black thong that wedged tightly into her crotch.

Finally, her ensemble was complete with her footwear: black flat-heel shoes, somehow clanging against the non-existent ground with every mighty step she took.

It was hard not to undress her with eyes, and Charles couldn't take his off this stunning bitch.

"Uhhh..." Was all he could manage to get out, paralysed from the overpowering presence this canine had over him. He wasn't sure whether it was primarily out of fear or arousal, but he couldn't bring himself to move too far away.

Before long, she was already in front of him, looking down at him with both her height & gaze.

All he could manage in that time was a single, slow step backwards.

"Don't move, mutt." She coldly commanded, still smiling that evil grin on that beautiful face. "Stand up straight, if you've got the spine."

Her words gave such an air of superiority, that Charles obeyed almost immediately... Or as best as he could, at least.

Trying his best to straighten out his body, the canine was closer to looking at his supposed hostess at eye level, though she still had nearly an entire foot above him.

Not that she seemed to care one way or the other, if her next action was anything to go by.

Without warning, the whippet grabbed the hem of his shirt and roughly pulled him in, pressing her lips into his and closing her eyes, pushing her tongue outwards into his oral entrance.

Charles was surprised by the sudden move on the bitch's end, but he didn't dare protest or push her away. Instead, he submitted his surrender in the form of him opening his mouth & allowing her tongue to do whatever it wanted inside him, quickly making it its own territory.

In fact, he found himself melting into the passionate kiss, even beginning to return it as his hand moved up to cup her cheek.

That was, until a crushing feeling stopped him in his tracks. And a quite literal one, at that.

"Mmmph!" Charles whined, feeling his hand getting snared by a dominant force grasping it, which he quickly realised was this other dog's.

Sure enough, once she broke off the kiss and left only a strand of spit between their maws, she looked down at him with that same powerful gaze.

"Did I tell you to touch me?" She asked him, firmly holding his hand in her own & moving it in front of him.

She didn't need to apply more pressure to it, but she chose to anyway; Charles could feel his bones creaking in the vice-like grip.

"N- No, ma'am..." He meekly answered, daring to look up at her as she further asserted her dominance.

""No, ma'am" is right." She told him, leaning over his face to stare deeper into his soul.

Or at least, his eyes. They would do just fine, with what she had planned for him.

He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed it before, but the whippet's eyes were extremely alluring. So much that he couldn't help looking into them, feeling a weird sense of belonging that was beckoning to him.

Of course, there was a reason for that, but he wasn't aware of that. All he knew was that this bitch... His mistress, was in control. Just the way it should've been.

The bitch in question smiled at the look on his face, knowing that this poor soul had unknowingly just sealed his doom.

"That's it, pet..." She cooed, letting go of his hand and stroking a finger under his chin, as if to keep his gaze steadily on her own. "This is MUCH easier than trying to trick you mutts into obeying me~"

Charles wasn't sure what she meant by that, but it didn't matter. All he knew was that he needed to do as his beautiful mistress commanded of him.

After all, who would turn down an order from what was clearly the most stunning dog in existence? It was an honor just to be in her presence; any sensible mutt would happily kill for the chance to be in Charles's shoes.

And speaking of, as was completely natural, his mind wandered to what kind his mistress was wearing today. Whatever they were, he knew she would look so sexy in them. She always did.

All of a sudden, his sense of fear was becoming outweighed by the overwhelming arousal, causing his penis to start rising & his balls begin to ache.

Of course, the whippet took notice and decided to give him what he wanted.

Letting go of him completely, she placed her hands on her hips and issued her next order.

"Strip down, you horny lapdog." She told him, still maintaining that superior smile on her lips. "You need to be ready for when your mistress wants you."

The way she referred to herself as his mistress, and him as her pet, was like a drug to Charles.

Without skipping a beat, his hands found their way to his shirt, which he was quick to discard, along with his pants, dropping them & kicking them away, leaving him in only his boxers.

This wasn't good enough for his new owner, however.

"Those too." She ordered, pointing down at his underwear. "Take them off. Then get on your knees."

Her words were like a song to the entranced canine, and he obeyed like a disciplined showdog.

Shirking his underwear off, he dropped to his knees and assumed a pathetic begging position for his owner, wordlessly seeking her approval.

She seemed pleased with his efforts, not to mention what he was packing down there, and made her next move.

With a snap of the fingers, a chair materialised out of nowhere behind the dominant dog, and she sat down in it, raising her foot to face level of her new plaything.

To his delight, he saw that she had gone with a pair of black flat-heels, really selling the image of a woman of high power.

"Lick my shoe clean, pet." She commanded, keeping her foot right in his face.

Taking the ordered initiative, Charles carefully grasped the foot and stuck his tongue out, making contact with the hard leather.

Instantly, he felt his body tingling with joy, a warm sensation spreading throughout his body as he licked the shoes of the superior dog, degrading himself like the needy puppy he was.

Belladonna seemed pleased with his effort, judging from the contented smile on her face.

"Very good, slut~" She told him, pulling her foot away and replacing it with the other one. "Now, this one~"

Eager to get to work, Charles repeated the action, licking & sucking the shoe in front of him, cleaning it as best he could.

And just like last time, he felt nothing but pure, blissful happiness.

As she pulled her foot back, Belladonna looked down at her obedient little canine.

He looked so helpless like this, and that was just how she liked her prey.

Snapping her fingers again, her shoes suddenly disappeared, leaving her paws bare, pressing them against his face.

"Continue, my pet~" She told him, pushing her feet closer into his face to let the scent overwhelm his nostrils.

The smell was intoxicating, and Charles had no idea how this bitch's feet smelled so amazing. But he knew it was down to her being so perfect.

Once again, his tongue got busy with the degrading worship, so he made himself useful to the whippet.

"Good boy~" Belladonna said, feeling her pussy beginning to leak with excitement. "Just a little more, then you'll have your reward~"

Charles happily complied, running his tongue over the soft fur covering her feet, making her giggle at the dominating sensation.

"Oh, you're so needy for a good whipping~" She told him, watching the pathetic canine with an entertained grin on her muzzle.

It wasn't long before she pulled her feet away from him, standing back up and looking down at her latest toy.

"But that'll come later. For now..." She informed, turning herself around and bending over, resting her hands on the arms of her throne. "Your queen needs a fresh litter~"

Those words really dragged him down further into his trance, especially when his eyes fell on her out-sticking butt.

It was the only thing that tied with her face, feet & breasts, in terms of most perfect part of the body.

"Go ahead, little dog~" Belladonna ordered, pushing her rear out even further to tease him, as well as moving her thong aside. "Submit yourself to me~"

Seeing as his mind was no longer his own, Charles stood up and lined his penis with her perfect, puffy cookie & wasted no time in shoving himself deep inside, grunting in pleasure at the warm, tight feeling of her walls squeezing his dick.

"Haaaaaaaahhhhhh~" The demonic bitch moaned, tilting her head back as her cunt was being stuffed with a big, hard bone. "Yeeeaaaahhhh, I needed this~"

Feeling his hips bucking automatically, Charles leaned forward and grabbed the canine's hips, letting his body do all the work.

Belladonna giggled again, enjoying the rough handling she was getting.

"Mmmm, not bad, boy~" She praised, reaching a hand back and gently patting his cheek. "I might keep you alive a little longer~"

That promise was lost on the entranced canine; his mind was completely consumed with the desire to fuck her until he couldn't move anymore, and that's what he was going to do.

His cock slammed in & out of her cunt, creating a rhythmic, wet smacking sound.

Such a perfect pussy, belonging to such a perfect dog, with such perfect feet, was driving him wild, and it wasn't long until his balls swelled up with a powerful urge to release.

"Ooohhh, are you getting close, baby~?" Belladonna asked him, her eyes half-closed in blissful delight.

All Charles could do was whimper, like a sad little puppy.

"Then don't hold back~" She urged, closing her eyes. "Cum inside your owner~ Fill me with your puppies~"

There wasn't a chance that the canine was going to disobey his owner, so he unloaded his spunk deep into her womb.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~!" He moaned, feeling his bollocks empty themselves into the bitch.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh, yes~" She cried out, reaching her climax too.

For a few minutes, both canines remained frozen, letting the pleasure course through their bodies. And inside one of them, the sperm was making its way to her egg, creating an unholy batch of soon-to-be canine imps.

Soon, the bliss died down and Charles pulled himself out of Belladonna, allowing his cum to spill out of her pussy.

"Mmm, excellent work, my little mutt~" She praised, turning around and leaning forward to cup his face in her hands, looking directly into his eyes. "You'll make a fine... Resource, for my plans~"