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I figured it would be a good time to upload and see if I could get a few comments", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Kinda staled out here, but still have a few ideas.  I figured it would be a good time to upload and see if I could get a few comments", "writing": "Age regression, BDSM, fisting, anal, shaving...polygamy. I think that does it. Oh, and all characters are digitigrade with feral bits. Enjoy!\n\n“Oh, Carrie...um...”\n\nThe small Red Husky smiled back at the couple whom had emerged from her bedroom “Hello, Harold. You must be Linda. Please, sit, I've been cooking all afternoon!”\n\nHarold was looking like a man condemned as he lowered himself into his traditional chair, but the large female he was with moved with confident grace as she returned the smaller, similarly colored female's smile “And it smells wonderful!”\n\nCarrie served her Mate and his guest with the grace of a Victorian wife, reveling in the appreciative chatter coming from the female and soothing any malice she felt toward her Mate by enjoying the spectacle of him eating his favorite dish like he'd been given a plate of ash.\n\nWhen they'd finished eating, she cleared the table and returned with full glasses of wine and dessert. “Well, I can certainly see why Harold's with you!” She gave Carrie an appreciative sweep from her ears down to her feet and back up to her eyes “All this, AND a world class Chef and Hostess!”\n\nCarrie's ears burned with embarrassed pride and she had to turn away from the Malamute's deep brown eyes “Well, he does love my cooking, but the 'All This' seems to be a problem”\n\nHarold jerked as if he'd been struck and turned hurt eyes toward his Mate “Carrie, I...I mean, there's nothing wrong...”\n\nHe trailed off and turned away, not even able to look back when he felt her hand on his “Harold, honey, I know you love me, but when all a man wants to do is cuddle, there's a problem. You love to hang out with me, you love to talk with me, you love to play with me in the park, but I leave you flat in the bedroom.\n\n“Don't think I didn't see this coming. “Every female you look at when we're out and about is at least twice my size and you treat me almost like I was a younger sister!\n\n“All that's left to ask is, are you going to go back to her, or...what?”\n\nHarold maintained his silence, but Linda had no problems finding her voice “Well, I certainly wouldn't mind sharing you. That is, if Harold's game!”\n\n“Umm...say again?” Came the reply from the other two\n\nLinda laughed, her alto voice thrilling Carrie down to her toes “First off, you two are far too in sync as friends to break up. Second, Carrie, you're right. Harry is far too docile to be excited by a smaller female. He needs an aggressor to push him into action in the bedroom. Problem is, socially, he is the aggressor and appreciates being able to determine where he and his company go and when. That's why we ended up breaking up, I am always in charge.\n\n“So, you see, Harry will never be the 'One Female Male,' as his ideal opposite is nearly non existent. That is why the ideal situation for him would be to have you to hang out with and me to satisfy his submissive desires. Since I am bisexual and love to hold a girl down and make her cum until she doesn't even know her own name, I would gladly reward you by doing just that.\n\n“Oh, and before you answer? Please be aware that you're even worse than he is at hiding your emotions.”\n\nHarry had, I fact finally found his voice “I'm not sure I could handle that, Linda because...well...Carrie, I'll confess that one of the things that attracted me to you was that you looked so much like Linda when we were growing up. I'm sorry, I don't mean to say that I don't love you for being you, but...”\n\nCarrie decided to let him off the hook “There has to be an initial attraction, I know. I'm happy that you see me as having my own personality now.”\n\nHarold smiled lovingly at her “I was nine, she was six when we met. She was also 'The New Kid,' so I was able to show her around and teach her the neighborhood. By the time I was fifteen and she was twelve, she was bigger than me and dragging me away to teach me things that I was still naïve to.\n\n“I guess when I first saw you, I saw the nine year old Linda that I could still drag around. When you didn't grow into the one that tossed me around in bed, I decided I needed the original Linda...”\n\nCarrie realized that she should be murderously upset, but Harold was only confirming what she had already conjectured. Besides;\n\n“Harold? I really like you, but...well, I know you've told me to go fuck myself, and if there's ever been a time that you said the same to Linda, you may have to remember them, because I recently broke up with my girl on the side.”\n\nShe let him recover from his shock before continuing “Honestly, Harold, I couldn't see myself with two males, and there was this girl at work...well, it doesn't matter, I was with her because I needed release and she...just...well, I think she was just doing something that her parents would never approve of.\n\n“At any rate, if Linda becomes a part of our relationship, I'll still be able to be your 'Little Sis' and none of us will have to worry about where the other is, so it makes sense that we at least try.”\n\nLinda's grinned widely “Splendid! Now why don't you lose those clothes so I can see what I've won.”\n\nCarrie's head snapped around with a stereotypically dramatic response on her lips, but it was never voiced. Instead, she stood and did just that, first pulling off her top to expose her slender body and most of her nearly flat abdomen. When she stood up and pulled off her skirt, Linda could see that the waistband wasn't holding anything in, she had just simply never developed much there.\n\nCarrie approached at Linda's beckoning, blushing heavily and trying to keep her hands loose at her sides. She failed as the larger female pulled her into her lap, but Linda easily pulled them behind her to expose that thinly furred belly and gently run her other hand over it. “Stretch marks? You've had puppies?”\n\nCarrie let out a moaning giggle and the hand traveled lower, eliciting a flush to the little Husky's entire body “To a boy that my parents introduced me to. He claimed I tried to kill them when we took them home, and since it's not unusual, they were quickly put in his parent's care. When we grew apart, I didn't see any reason to try to take them back. I still send them birthday and Christmas gifts.”\n\nLinda pulled her closer to indulge in a lingering kiss. She knew that Carrie had drank more than her fair share of the full-bodied wine and wanted to make this an encounter to remember while her inhibitions, if she had any, were so muted. While she enjoyed the kiss, she allowed her hand to tease Carrie's large pink nipples, delighting in the whines and moans that her pinching and rubbing elicited.\n\nKeeping the small hands firmly in her control, she broke the kiss and slowly licked and nibbled down the slender neck that was proffered to her, bending her own neck down as far as it would go to reach her lover's first set of nipples. Where Carrie whined and moaned at Linda's fingers, she yelped and screamed as the warm, wet tongue and hard teeth took their turns at the tender flesh.\n\nLinda stood up, taking Carrie's small body with her as easily as she would a toddler and laid her on the table with similar care. She released Carrie's wrists just long enough to get a new hold on them and one ankle, all three of Carrie's limbs easily held by the huge hand, and started in on the obviously neglected puff in front of her.\n\nCarrie moaned loudly at the greedy tongue that violated her without warning or pause, the moan turning almost instantly to scream as orgasm instantly gripped the small female's body. Carrie's body shook and squirmed, but it was no match for the Malamute that continued to have her way with it.\n\nLinda took extreme pleasure at watching her new toy go from ecstasy to desperation as the lingering orgasm quickly wore her down and even breathing started to become difficult for her. Just before desperation turned to fear, she let Carrie start to cool down, the euphoric expression on her face giving Linda a satisfying tingle of her own.\n\nHarold watched in fascination as Linda raped his living memory of her youth, his trepidation over how it might effect him lost in his own raging libido. He understood now what Linda had been telling him all along; that her satisfaction came from knowing that her 'victims' couldn't help but enjoy her domination.\n\nHe stood and stripped at the command from Linda's eyes and just as automatically followed her next subtle command to come around behind her. Linda moved aside, keeping a hold on Carrie's wrists and ankle, and pushed Harold up to Carrie's groin. She saw hesitation in him, but a firm slap on his rump compelled him to line up and slowly push inside his Mate. A few more slaps and pinches were needed to get him doing what he needed to do, but it wasn't long before nature took over, leaving Linda free to take turns kissing and licking him and the now completely overwhelmed Carrie.\n\nShe didn't even have to touch herself, the show was so perfect! Carrie squirmed and cried as Harold, spurred on by her alternating threats and praises, violently pounded her to helpless tears. Forget that she could see it in their faces, she knew the pain that both were in, as a female didn't orgasm as long and hard as Carrie had without straining something, and just a few short hours ago, she had milked Harold, not stopping until he had his second painful dry orgasm. Besides, Harold was quite well endowed, and Carrie hadn't been penetrated by anything of any size or solidity for quite a while. When they came, they came together, Harold and Carrie screaming and crying in painful pleasure, Linda quietly spasming as she humped against Carrie's leg.\n\n--Chapter--\n\nCarrie and Harold awoke in each others' arms to the smell of bacon and coffee, both starting in fear as they realized that neither of them could possibly be cooking, but were stopped by cramping soreness in their midsections.\n\nCarrie hugged her mate and began sobbing almost hysterically.\n\nHarold didn't know what else to do besides hold her and let her cry. He shed a few tears of his own, worrying over what was going to happen next until he looked down to see golden eyes smiling up at him.\n\nThey had a good laugh as they pushed and pulled each other out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, leaning on each other for support. They laughed as they watched each other painfully sit and relieve themselves. They were still giggling as they walked into the kitchen to see Linda just setting the plates on the table for breakfast. She gave them a matronly smile “Good morning! I figured after last night, I should at least give you both a good breakfast before shooing you off to work!”\n\nLinda apparently didn't like to get dressed any sooner than she had to either, and Carrie was starstruck by the mountain of female in front of her. Every muscle seemed perfectly toned and every marking of her fur ideally placed to show it off. Even the light from the stove and work area behind her seemed like it had been designed to turn her longest guard hairs into a shimmering halo surrounding her race-trim body.\n\nHarold was just barely able to catch his Mate as her libido flared, the tingling and pain taking her knees out from under her.\n\nShe knew they were laughing at her, but she couldn't stop feeling like a giddy preteen that just met her famous crush, only to find that he was, in fact, just as hansom and charming in real life as on the screen.\n\n“She's not still drunk, is she?”\n\nHarold returned Linda's concern with a relaxed smile “No, she's just...a Red. She's always a little...loose after being physically worn out. I think it focuses her mind and it doesn't know what to do with itself when it's not running around in circles.”\n\nLinda looked only slightly mollified as she watched the smaller female looking at her with lovestruck eyes and occasionally giggling like a preschooler, but eventually, Carrie seemed to wake up out of her trance and become more lucid.\n\n--Chapter--\n\nLife for the next several months had been interesting for Carrie, pleasantly painful the first few days, then just pleasant afterwards. Linda had easily become a part of her life, and had taken the part of housewife for her and Harold. Apparently, she was left a trust fund by a late relative and had done her best to conserve and even grow it, so when she didn't want to work, she didn't have to.\n\nThe Husky couple had grown to love the benefits of that trust fund themselves, as they always had dinner waiting for them through the week when they got home from work and got to share the pleasure of cooking on the weekends with another.\n\nCarrie didn't need to learn to enjoy the larger female's domineering attitude. As a matter fact, she quite enjoyed not having to think for herself and Harold when they were at home! It made it easier that Linda always seemed to have a plan for the evening, but never forced the duo into it. If one or both of them had to work late, or wanted to spend time with other friends, Linda easily agreed and respected their freedom, as long as they called if they were going to be later than eleven.\n\nEven her rough playing was easy to accept, and Carrie quickly learned that she enjoyed waking up with a bit of lingering soreness from her slaps and excessive attentions, and Harold's obedient poundings, to remind her of the previous evening's activities. She had also noticed that whenever she felt like being a little assertive, Harold was more than happy to be dominated by both females.\n\nIt did occur to her to wonder how somebody who was a headstrong loner growing up could suddenly find such contentment in a polyamorous relationship in which she was a nearly full time omega.\n\n“I wish they had those Play Zones when I was a kid. They really look like a lot of fun!”\n\nLinda had asked Carrie to meet her for lunch at one of her favorite cafes and the two had enjoyed watching the cubs play across the street. Everything from slides and swings to trampolines and tube runs had been installed and the screams and laughter of playing youth had reminded Carrie of how little of that her childhood had contained. They had been walking back to her office in silence until the Husky finally admitted what had her brooding.\n\n“Who says you have to be a kid to enjoy them?”\n\nCarrie looked up at her partner with a wry expression “Um, The Law? I do believe there are signs all around them that say 'Facilities are for Use by Twelve and Under Only!' I mean, I am still an adult.”\n\nLinda stopped and turned Carrie toward a large storefront window “Look at our reflection. Now picture yourself in that little red skirt and cute flowered top and tell me that somebody will question that you're my nine or ten year old niece.”\n\nCarrie looked doubtfully toward the ensemble as she answered her partner “I think we need to forget about it.”\n\nLinda smiled and tousled her hair “Aw, c'mon my little one, don't you want to look cute for the boys?”\n\nCarrie batted at Linda's hand, looking far more childish than she would ever have believed and “The Game” was on for Linda, verbally having Carrie dressed in light, flowery summer dresses with bows in her hair and ribbons wrapped around her digitigrade feet and legs. Carrie was laughing as as she refused each suggestion, so Linda kept at it, becoming more stereotypically preteen girl as she went.\n\nNeither one had realized how long they had been there or how loud they had become until a lady passing by lightly tapped Carrie's shoulder “I think you should listen to your mother, Honey, you dress far too adult.”\n\nLinda graciously thanked the passerby for her support and the pair tried to let her get out of ear shot before dissolving into laughter. Linda was the first to recover, and the still mirthful Husky continued to look at the cute outfit as she was pulled away “Come, Daughter, you're already late getting back, they'll charge you for a full half day if we don't hurry.”\n\n--Chapter--\n\nCarrie bustled into the apartment and rushed toward her bedroom with shopping bags in hand.\n\n“You're late.”\n\nShe grinned into the dining room, toward the source of the strong alto statement “I know, sorry, just had to do a bit of shopping!”\n\n“So, Harry and I have been sitting here waiting for dinner because you had to do a bit of shopping?”\n\nShe had dropped the bags inside the bedroom “You could have just gone ahead and eaten, you know.”\n\n“That's why polite people call when they're going to be late.”\n\nShe had to admit the point and showed her chagrin “You're right, I'm sorry, it's just...” She tried to look pouty and falsely contrite, but the emotions were lost in her nervous excitement “Is Mama going to spank me now?”\n\nLinda smiled and pushed herself away from the table “That's not a bad idea. Come over here.”\n\nHarold looked on with a confused mix of emotions as his wife slowly closed the distance between her and his lover, both of his Lifemates looking way too much their part in a scene that he never would have expected them to play out. The effect was further heightened as the diminutive Husky approached the large Malamute and barely had to tilt her muzzle downward to look the larger female in the eye to take her scolding;\n\n“Honestly, Carrie, it was more than slightly inconsiderate of you you leave us waiting with no clue where you were at and no idea how long you would be! No, don't say a word, I won't believe that you're sorry or that it won't happen again unless it's said with a smarting rump anyway!”\n\nCarrie yipped as she was grabbed and pulled across her lover's lap. As instructed, she remained silent as her skirt was pulled up, trapping her tail between it and her back. She whimpered in a mix of nerves and arousal as her panties were unsnapped and pulled down her legs, giving her husband a full view of her exposed posterior.\n\n“Now, then, tell tell me why you're getting a spanking!”\n\nLinda's voice seemed to reverberate in her body, turning her already excited state into an overload of emotion. Her voice was genuinely shaky when she answered “Because I couldn't be bothered to call and let you know I was going to be late.”\n\nThe first smack landed right where she sits and Carrie sucked in a breath in response. It wasn't even as hard as some of the “love smacks” Linda gave her and Harold when they were playing in the bedroom, but the current context gave it far more impact.\n\nAnother smack, this time further toward the tail, and Carrie whined through a closed muzzle. The third slap landed hard on the same spot, causing Carrie to cry out. When the fourth landed even harder on her seating area, she screamed and swung her hand back to protect her bottom.\n\nLinda smiled at Harold as she pulled the blocking hand away, securing it in the same hand that held the skirt out of the way, and rubbed at the stinging flesh. He was completely fixated on Carrie's hindquarters, currently mesmerized by the large paw rubbing them and occasionally snaking between the bare, shaking legs. She continued to watch him as she lifted her paw and delivered several more strong slaps to the small bottom and reveled in his reaction to them almost more than her target's.\n\n“You know, I'm just not liking this at all. Carrie, stand up!”\n\nThe smaller female obeyed and was rewarded by the complete loss of her skirt and panties. She was repositioned over one knee with Linda's other leg positioned over hers so that she couldn't raise them, but still gave Harold a full view of the proceedings. Her hands and tail were collected in one large paw and the other one started rubbing at her already stinging flesh;\n\n“Yes, this will do so much better. Don't you think so, Harold?” The male could only nod his head while his eyes never left his Mate's posterior\n\nThe slaps started again, lighter in strength, but much faster in rhythm. With her new downward angle, Linda could better target one cheek over the other with better access to both hips, as well as be more effective in targeting her thighs.\n\nIt also gave her better access to Carrie's groin, something she took full advantage of when she returned to the slower rhythm with harder slaps. She took her time, slapping hard, rubbing away the sting, occasionally delivering what she knew would be a bruising slap, until she knew Carrie was starting to build toward orgasm, then returning to the fast and firm rhythm until her victim's kicks and struggles told her that she had lost all desire, then returning to the slower rhythm. Carrie was brought through several cycles of arousal and pure pain until Linda finally brought her to the edge one more time before speeding up, but keeping the strength of the slaps. Carrie, for the first time during the spanking, was completely reduced to tears, her screaming quickly turning to adamant apologies and hysterical begging for mercy.\n\nShe eventually found that mercy in the same strong arms that had punished her. She hugged Linda as tight as possible and cried hysterically, still repeating “I'm sorry” over and over again as she was comforted.\n\n“I know you're sorry, Carrie, I know, it's alright, shh...”\n\nWhen Carrie had settled down somewhat, Linda pried her away so she could look her in the eyes again “Carrie, Harry and I have officially waited far too long for our supper now, so I need you to go stand in the corner across the living room so that we can eat. We'll finish this once your cousin and I are finished eating, alright?”\n\nCarrie wiped at tears and nodded her head “Ok, Momma. I'm sorry Harold!”\n\nShe could feel their eyes on her as she swayed her way painfully across the room. Reaching down, she had just enough time to feel the heat of her abused flesh before she heard Linda's voice again “Hands on your head, Carrie, I expect your elbows to be touching the walls on either side of the corner at all times.”\n\nCarrie did as she was told when she reached the corner, quickly realizing why she was told to stand in that manner. She had to put herself completely inside the isolating walls, her arms serving to completely blind her to what was going on. It even made it difficult to hear any better when she tried to swivel her ears to pick up any conversation. The only thing she could still do was smell, and the way the aroma of the food now being served was making her stomach rumble, she sincerely hoped that she wouldn't be going to bed without her supper.\n\nAfter what had seemed like half the night, Carrie was called back to the table. Linda and Harold's plates had been cleared and one was placed in front of Linda, the food already cut into properly sized bites. She followed Linda's beckoning hand and sat gingerly on the proffered leg.\n\n“You may drop your arms now, Dear.”\n\nCarrie lowered her hands into her lap and Linda turned to Harold;\n\n“Harold, how are we set for ice cream?”\n\nHe was up and at the freezer quickly “Looks like about half a bucket of vanilla and a couple Klondikes.”\n\n“Would you be a dear and head down to the store? I think a good decadent chocolate with fresh strawberries would be more appropriate for a little girl who agrees to a proper punishment. Oh, and make sure you take at least fifteen minutes.”\n\nAs he hurried hurried out the door, Linda raised a bite of food to Carrie's mouth “So?”\n\nCarrie happily laid her head against Linda's chest and made sure she properly chewed and swallowed before she answered “So...on a scale of Fun to Serious Lesson, where did that fall?”\n\nShe was rewarded by a genuine laugh, one of her favorite sounds made even better by feeling it vibrate in Linda's chest as well as hear it “What do you think?”\n\nAgain, Linda's question was accompanied by a properly sized bite and she made sure to treat it properly before answering “It did seem a bit light to be a proper lesson, especially since there wasn't any kind of paddle involved. Besides, I'm just a little sore, and a proper lesson should still be felt the next day, right?”\n\nAgain, Linda chuckled and gave Carrie her next bite “Well, let's wait until tomorrow and see what you feel. I made sure to leave some bruise. As for 'implements,' I'll probably never use them at home, unless you really give me cause.”\n\nCarrie took and chewed another bite before continuing “So, you'll spank me in places other than home? And was this the kind of spanking I can always expect to get?”\n\nLinda smiled down at her “If I spank you away from home, that will suggest that you've chosen to misbehave in public, in which case you'll be given a proper child's spanking, that is to say long and bruising without the molesting. That's when I might pull out the hairbrush or remove my belt to really make the point that nobody wants to put up with a brat.\n\n“When I spank you at home, the length and severity will mostly depend on you. Basically, once I say 'That's enough' you should expect a spanking. If you immediately become contrite and accept it, you'll get another spanking like the one you just got. The longer and more adamantly you oppose your punishment after your chosen act of defiance, the longer and more painful the punishment will be, with less pleasure put into the mix.”\n\nCarrie ingested the last few bites of her supper before continuing “So, I'm your daughter now?”\n\nLinda smiled “Carrie, you really need to consider what you're getting into here.”\n\n“I have considered it. Really, having the structure of 'Be home or call by five' and 'Call again if you're out past ten' and even having assigned chores pretty much make me a teenager, and I really don't object to it at all! Shoot, I even know not to backtalk you and I...well, rarely do.”\n\nLinda jumped at the opportunity to make her point “Exactly, you 'rarely do.' I know we already have a bit of a power exchange going already, but now we're talking about establishing serious consequences for you violating that. We'll go from partners and friends just having fun to you being my properly obedient submissive. Worse, I'll expect you to occasionally earn real as well as play spankings.\n\n“You will also want to consider that I'm not exactly the 'safeword' or 'timeout' type. If you say that I'm your momma at home, I'm your momma at home. I don't care how bad a day you've had at the office, if you come stomping in and fail to respect me, you will have your anger spanked out of you. If you say that I'm your momma in public and do something that would earn the average nine year old a hard spanking where we stand and a harder one in the nearest semi-private place, you'll get that spanking. There will be no 'I'm sorry, Linda. Let's just forget it,' there will be you trying to not cry every time you sit for the next week or so.”\n\nCarrie sat in silence, trying to gather the courage to ask the next question. When she realized that Harold had been gone for nearly half an hour, she decided to ask before the conversation had to end “So, your bath brush. It looks like it would put a serious sting on someone's tail.”\n\nLinda nodded her head “I assume it would, yes. It would likely cause some pretty good bruising also.”\n\nCarrie took another deep breath “So, later tonight, why don't you tell Harold to give me my bath. I'll give him a hard time about it so that you can come in and give me a good roasting with it. If I can wake up tomorrow and call you Mommy, then we're on for 'At Home.'”\n\nAlmost as if on cue, Harold came bustling through the door with a grocery bag and two larger, bulkier bags. He dropped the grocery bag on the table “Gotta run to the bathroom real quick Aunt Linda, be right back!”\n\nLinda grinned after him as she answered Carrie “Sounds like a fair test.”\n\nThey enjoyed their ice cream and the rest of the evening. As normal, they all ended up in a naked pile on the couch with Linda molesting her “nephew” and potential “daughter” while allowing them no release or retaliation. As was not the norm, however, time dragged on for Linda as she anticipated how the evening was going to end; she'd taken a peek at what Harold had purchased and very much approved! Finally, she decided to give Carrie the first thing to whine about;\n\n“Harry, why don't you take Carrie and get the both of you cleaned up.”\n\nHarold let loose with a cheery “Yes, Ma'am!” while Carrie followed her cue;\n\n“But Momma, it's not even eight-thirty yet!”\n\nLinda gave her what was supposed to be a severe look, but her current aroused state made it far more predatory “Meaning what, girl?”\n\nCarrie's voice was genuinely fearful when she answered “Meaning, I should get my bath like my momma said.”\n\nShe let Harold pull her to the bathroom as she wondered just what she had been thinking. Her posterior did still ache, and she arranged to make it even more sore. 'A good roasting' with a bath brush sore.\n\n“Ok, sit on the edge of the tub, there's something we need to do before our baths!”\n\nHe had been preparing something out of her sight and when he turned around, she was still standing “Carrie, I said sit on the edge of the tub!”\n\nShe gave him a pouty look “But my bum is sore!”\n\nHe offered her no mercy “Yes, I'm sure it is, and mine's not going to become that way because you can't listen. Now sit!”\n\nLinda's voice came from outside “Is everything alright in there?”\n\nCarrie replied with a “Yes, Momma” as she finally complied with her...cousin's...orders.\n\nAs soon as she was sat, Harold was in front of her with trimmers and a razor. Already teased to the brink several times that evening, her body tingled as he ran the trimmer up and down her belly, and around her red, puffy mound. Even as her rump protested it's bruises being pressed into the hard acrylic of the tub when he picked up her legs to get underneath and clear up to her tail base, she knew she had to hurt more as she watched Harold's razor leave smooth skin behind it.\n\nIf Harold had been a little less careful, or even a little longer at his task, she would have orgasmed as his hand slid over completely denuded skin. Ok, that does it, stand over here!”\n\nHer bottom throbbed anew when he pulled her up from her sitting position, and even after months of Linda teaching her to not touch herself, she was barely able to resist the need to reach her paw down to bring herself over the edge. She tried to distract herself by looking around, but as soon as her eyes landed on the broad, flat back of the bath brush, she decided it would be best to just watch Harold finish his own shaving, which he did with a huge grin;\n\n“That should do it! Now, let's get that bath ready!”\n\nCarrie's eyes once again explored the bath brush that, in her mind, had seemed to grow from a three by four inch rectangle of smoothly polished half inch wood at the end of a two foot handle to a six foot long boat paddle. Her body tingled and she actually peed a little when she loudly jumped across the point of no return “I don't wanna take a bath!”\n\nHarold, unaware that it had been previously arranged, looked at her in nervous confusion “Carrie, I'm not sure...”\n\nSuddenly, Linda was at the door “Little girl, you will get in that tub right now!”\n\nCarrie wasn't sure if she was about to explode or simply deflate like an improperly tied balloon as she sealed her painful fate “No, it's too early! I'm not...”\n\nHer protest ended in a shriek as Linda sat on the rim of the tub and pulled her across her lap. She didn't even notice the larger female grabbing the brush, but the searing pain that suddenly flared up on her left buttock, followed quickly by a similar burst on her right one, assured her that she had. It took three more smacks before her body decided that it was time to start breathing again and loud, desperate wails of pain soon followed.\n\nHarold once again watched in fascination as Carrie was beaten with the brush. He knew his “Aunt” was capable of swinging it far harder than she was, but the constant barrage of the cruel instrument had his wife...little cousin...quickly reduced to howling cries of pain. By the time his aunt decided Carrie had enough, she was a limp noodle that could barely stand on her own;\n\n“In the bathtub, now!”\n\nCarrie was crying so hard, she was half into hyperventilation, but, steadied by Linda's paw, slowly and painfully stepped into the tub and lowered herself to a squatting position.\n\n“Sit down! All the way!”\n\nShe howled anew as her hip bones smashed now heavily bruised muscle onto the hard bottom of the bathtub.\n\nLinda handed the brush to Harold and indicated that he should use it according to manufacture's specifications on the still crying Husky. He soaped and scrubbed every part of her that he could before making her stand back up on shaky legs to wash her lower half. After giving her a good rinse with the remote shower, he helped her out of the tub. She was still sobbing when Linda wrapped the towel around her to start drying. Carrie found herself bent at the waist with her tail being raised high and a finger massaging her bruised rectum “Harry, would you like to take care of something before your bath?”\n\nHarry looked at the offered pucker then down at his nearly knotted shaft. He was about to say that Carrie was in enough pain, but Linda had the look to her face that said she expected a show.\n\nCarrie, being not quite as innocent as her role, instantly began to cry again, only to get admonished by Linda “Oh, hush you! If your going to be a little girl, this is one of two ways you're going to please your male, and the second one doesn't involve this either!”\n\nShe didn't need the hand rubbing across her cunny to know what Linda was saying, but it was there anyway, and Carrie couldn't believe how much she buzzed in response.\n\nBy then, Harold had himself coated in a generous layer of lube and was massaging some around Carrie's not-quite-virgin sphincter. They'd done anal before and, after the initial pain, Carrie didn't exactly object to it, but never had the courage to let him do it again.\n\nShe moaned and whimpered as he pushed a heavily lubed finger in and massaged her inside and out until he was sure that she had a good coat of lube. Satisfied, he moved closer, used his hand to line up and thrust forward as he pulled his finger out.\n\nCarrie squealed like she'd been branded as a full half of Harold's generous cock filled her nether regions “No, no! Take it out, take it out!!”\n\nShe was once again reduced to incoherent sobbing as her muscles contracted around the intruder, trying in vain to push it out. He was going to try wait until she was at least beginning to acclimatize herself to being penetrated there again, but her constant spasms were threatening to get him off, and he was sure that Linda was looking forward to seeing Carrie fully penetrated.\n\nHe rocked as lightly as he could, but had to occasionally thrust harder, both to get inside and to give Linda the show he knew she wanted. He was nearly to his knot when it started to grow. He panicked and tried to push harder, but Linda held him back “Let's not knot her this time, we don't want to miss our show before going to bed.”\n\nShe did, however, instruct him to pull all the way out, wait for her to start contracting, then thrust back in several times. She joked about not knowing what she liked better, the sound Carrie made when Harold yanked out, or the one she made when he thrust back in. Harold held off as long as he could, but it didn't take long before he had to let loose inside her.\n\nLinda indicated to Harold that he should stay in while she comforted the overwhelmed girl in her arms “Keep that tail in the air, little girl.”\n\nShe squeezed and pulled at the bruised flesh around the penetrating member, enjoying the sight of the intrusion. She never was much into being penetrated herself, unless one wanted to count deepthroat, but she loved watching other, especially smaller, females being mounted. It surprised her that she waited this long to have Harry take Carrie anally, but she was glad she did. Running her hand over that smooth belly while seeing her anus stretched wide would be incredible enough without having been given the opportunity to beat the tiny rump so thoroughly before witnessing it.\n\nFinally, her hand ran over Harold's knot, knowledgeable fingers confirming all the clues that he was about to start deflating, and indicated that he should go again.\n\nAs he slowly started to hump again, Carrie's noises were far more pleasurable. Moans and yips replaced the screams and crying as Harold picked up the pace, pulling nearly all the way out and sliding smoothly back in. Knowing the kind of show that his Aunt Linda enjoyed, he just let Carrie get used to the rhythm before getting a good hold on her hips and pounding like he was trying to pop his knot in.\n\nCarrie's vocalizations quickly became more dramatic and as they built toward desperate, Harold slowed back down to the slower strokes. He didn't wait for Aunt Linda to tell him to start pulling out and slamming in, he did love to see Carrie's nether hole gape, but Linda was a bit disappointed that the tiny Husky was easily able to take her violator's girth now.\n\nShe indicated that Harold should let her finish, she really did want to be in front of the TV by Ten O' Clock to see the season finale, and started rubbing Carrie's little puff. It felt nice, but she was looking forward to the day it tightened up to the point that a finger would feel large to her. As it was, she still enjoyed her daughter's howls and moans as she was finally brought to orgasm, especially since Harold was able to properly pace himself to climax at the same time;\n\n“Ah, such a lovely song, and you two sing it so well! Harry, get your bath now, I'll take care of Carrie.”\n\nHarold quickly moved to obey while Linda laid Carrie down on the floor and pulled the package of Pony Girl diapers out of it's bag. “Really? Overly juvenile diapers?”\n\nHarold chuckled from the shower “Really, Aunt Linda. It was either that or the (supposedly) 'fool your friends' padded panties. Besides, you know I need to use slightly juvenile 'young adult' diapers because we can't find night pants in my size, so she's not going to have 'big kid' underwear while I can't.”\n\nLinda grinned as she cleaned up the mess Harold had made under Carrie's tail. The amount of blood concerned her slightly, but it quickly disappeared from the wipes. Carrie was beyond reaction as her middle became covered with softly padded, cutesy cartoon horses on a lavender background, but she did inwardly grumble that it was going to be difficult getting to sleep when she's used to sleeping naked.\n\nLinda finished with a flourish and helped Carrie to her feet, then just picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom when it became obvious that her legs just weren't going to support her right now. She sat on the couch and left Carrie in her lap;\n\n“Are you alright, Carrie?”\n\nCarrie snuggled in and nodded “I think so. My throat's a little sore, though; maybe we should have waited for the ice cream.”\n\nShe was rewarded with a hearty laugh “You can't seriously have an appetite after all that!”\n\nCarrie grinned “Well, kinda!”\n\nLinda couldn't stop feeling Carrie's smooth abdomen, nor help staring at where it disappeared under the tacky diaper. Worst part was, she had to admit that Harold had chosen quite well “If you're in the mood to eat something, let's start here.”\n\nLinda pulled Carrie off of her lap and onto her back on the couch. She then stood up and stepped onto the couch in order to lower her groin onto Carrie's muzzle. Carrie stared at the perfect puff in disbelief. Linda had never let her anywhere near it, always preferring to use her own methods to get herself off;\n\n“Well? It's not going to get itself off, you know. Time to use that muzzle for something besides running up the grocery bill!”\n\nShe hesitated just a little longer, as she could see Harold just donning his own darker blue diaper with some kind of 'adventurer' theme to it. She extended her tongue slowly, intending to time it's first contact with Harold's emergence.\n\n“Whoa! Holy sh...”\n\nBoth girls grinned at him, but Linda extended the invitation in a lustful voice “I think you should help, little boy. Get to work!”\n\nCarrie wouldn't have thought that it could be better, finally being allowed to eat out her mommy, but having Harold's tongue joining hers and battling for position achieved that. They both knew what Linda liked and both strove to provide it. Carrie had the added pleasure of claw and pad gently moving around her newly bared abdomen and patting her diaper. The whole experience was one that already had her wanting more when Linda started screaming out her orgasm. As both were well aware of her preferences, they retreated to clean their own muzzles of her juices and let her cool down on her own. When she did, she simply turned around, pulled her children into her lap, and turned on the TV.\n\n--Chapter--\n\nCarrie woke from an odd dream to find that she really was peeing herself. She didn't realize just how much she was crying about it until she realized that her mommy was comforting her and telling her it was alright, that was why she was wearing a diaper.\n\nShe was carried into the bathroom and cleaned up, then stood and watched Harold get the same treatment, then they went out to have breakfast. It was all oddly normal, except that it hurt to sit, it hurt to walk and it pretty much hurt to just stand there.\n\nThe walk to work was interesting, to say the least, as was the morning. She was walking into the bathroom for the third time when she was joined by one of the few in the office that she socialized with, a tall English Collie;\n\n“Hi, Penny! How have you been?”\n\nGreen eyes smiled back at her “Not as well as you, apparently.”\n\nCarrie blushed deeply. She knew everyone had seen that something was up when she was mincing around, trying to walk with her knees and ankles without moving her hips. She didn't normally squat on her chair either, or make three trips to the bathroom in the morning alone\n\nThe Collie grinned “So? Tell me, what did you do? Bondage? Whips? Big bumpy strap on? C'mon, you can tell Aunt Penny!”\n\nCarrie grinned nervously “Long hand spanking for being late followed by a beating with a bath brush when I wouldn't let my cousin give me my bath, then she let him take me anally before she put me in a diaper. Oh, but first, Harold shaved his and my abdomens.” She lifted her blouse to show the last.\n\nPenny bustled her into the largest stall, Carrie wincing from the pain of the sudden movement, stood her up on the commode, lifted her blouse and pulled her skirt and panties down, completely baring her midsection. Carrie didn't know what to do besides let it happen, so she stood there and let Penny feel her still smooth belly and explore the depth of her bruises. Finally, the Collie pulled her skirt back up and pulled down her blouse. Carrie painfully bent to lift her panties after Penny set her back on the floor and glanced up at something enticingly terrible.\n\nPenny had bared her own middle to show a puff that had been stretched all out of proportion. She turned and bent over to show Carrie how it sagged deeply down and pulled the flaps apart to show it's permanent dilation. Carrie wanted to touch it, was more than a little afraid. Of what, she wasn't sure. Finally, Penny stood and pulled her close “Thank you, I've always wanted to share that with someone else! Tell you what, why don't you give me your...so she's your aunt?”\n\nCarrie shook her head “She's Harold's aunt, she's my momma.”\n\nPenny grinned even brighter “Give me your momma's number and I'll have my master call her. If she's amenable, I've always wanted an audience, and we may be able to have a surprise for you!”\n\nCarrie gave her the number and the two left to enjoy lunch together.\n\nIt was almost two weeks later that Linda informed her children that they had plans the next evening, so be home early if possible for super.\n\nThe large house was on the outskirts of town, fairly well secluded from most of the neighbors and main road. As they pulled up and got out of Linda's car, Carrie and Harold were commanded to strip and leave their clothes in the car. As soon as they were naked, Linda's followed;\n\n“Master Gregory informed me that he prefers all that enter his dungeon to be unclothed as a sign of their acquiescence to his rules. I understand them, but all you two need to know is that you do everything you are told to do and nothing that you aren't. Understand?”\n\n“Yes, Momma.” “Yes, Aunt Linda” came the replies.\n\nShe indicated that they should walk in front of her and they approached the back door. It opened before Linda had the chance to knock, revealing a handsome Bernese Mountain Dog that almost seemed to dwarf even Linda. His deep baritone made both already nervously excited “kids” tingle;\n\n“Welcome, Linda, and your family also! I thank you for being so accepting of my rules, but you didn't have to leave your clothes in your car.”\n\nLinda smiled wide “I know, Master Gregory, but I decided it best to respect your entire property.”\n\n“So, then, I will let you decide whether we take our snack inside or out.”\n\nLinda smiled wide “Absolutely out, Master Gregory, it would be a shame to waste such a wonderful evening! Besides, it would be fun to watch the kids run a few times around your training course to earn their treats!”\n\nThey both grinned at Carrie, whom apparently hadn't noticed that she was excitedly bouncing at the prospect as Gregory answered Linda “So, Linda, would you like to see tacky or non? Actually, if you're going to be calling me Master Gregory, should I call you Mistress Linda?”\n\nShe beamed at him, but politely refused “I'm just a simple mother, trying to raise a daughter and her nephew, Master Gregory, I deserve no such title. Oh, and tacky, please.”\n\nGregory clapped twice and called for service before turning his attention back to Linda “Would you like to do a bit of a trial apprenticeship? You wouldn't necessarily have to submit to anything yourself if you didn't want to, you'd simply be having fun with my experienced slaves with me...supervising...just to make sure you don't go too far.”\n\nHe saw the question forming and held up a hand to forestall it “Yes, I do, in fact, just want to watch you dominate. You are one of the most beautiful females I've ever seen and I'm wasting no time in setting the ground work to make sure I get to see more of you.”\n\nIt was the first time Carrie had ever seen Linda blush, and it was quite impressive. With a large grin, her mommy answered almost sheepishly “I would absolutely love to perform for you, Master Gregory, and I may even like to get a small taste of what I'll be giving out.”\n\nGregory seemed to be blushing just a bit as he answered “Even without your kids' astonished looks, I could tell how much of a compliment that is.”\n\nBy then, a servant had arrived, hands behind her back with the first tray, which was mainly beverages, held in front of her by supports clamped to her upper sets of nipples with pads painfully pressing against her lower sets. After Gregory unclamped the tray, she was told to guide the kids through the training obstacle course before going back for the crackers, meat and cheese.\n\nThe two sat and enjoyed watching the friendly competition between the two. It made it interesting that they each had their own fortes on the course, and victory was usually decided by how little one messed up on their weaker skills and whether or not the other could use the mistakes to their advantage. They were both nicely worn out by the time the servant was instructed to remove the empty trays with the same painful device.\n\n“Well done, kids!” Gregory gave them both a big hug and ruffled their hair like a proud uncle “Linda, if you would indulge me by carrying Carrie? You two look wonderful together.”\n\nShe did so with pleasure “You know, Master Gregory, I think I may even want to try on that tray carrier. Oh, I know it's got to be even more painful than it looks, but nipple biting is definitely something I like to experience occasionally. Isn't that right, kids?”\n\nBoth replied to the affirmative with wide grins\n\n“I'll have the servant bring it down. I think if you're curious, I have some lighter straps and paddles you can feel to get a bit of an idea of what they can feel like.”\n\nLinda laughed “Oh, trust me, Master Gregory, I still remember quite well how my father's paddle and strap felt like. Actually, I still feel just a little guilty when I do something that I know he wouldn't approve of and don't feel them.”\n\nGregory opened a heavy door and they were treated to the sight of Penny straddling a sharply peaked horse. There was a portable stock trapping her neck and wrists. Her feet were twisting on the floor like she was trying to lift herself, but didn't have the strength.\n\n“Linda, if you would take that seat over there, keep Carrie in your lap and Harold? If you would please sit at attention feral style beside her? Wonderful, thank you!”\n\nHarold remained silent until Linda gave him a light slap on the head “You're welcome Master Gregory!”\n\nGregory lowered the horse and Penny simply dropped along with it until the chains of the stock stopped her “She's been here since eight this morning. How do you feel, Penny?” She simply screamed when he started slapping her bruised, drooping cunny “That good, eh? This is the first time she's ever rode a horse for longer than a couple of hours. She wanted to give you a good show, though, so I decided this would be the best start. Linda, if I could borrow Carrie for a moment? Oh, what the heck, send Harold also, I think they'll both enjoy this!”\n\nBoth kids were by his side before he finished talking He smiled down at the silent duo “The proper response is 'At your service, Master Gregory!'”\n\nThey returned it earnestly\n\n“Well done! Now, I'll give you each one of these clamps. See the lowest point of her cunny?”\n\nThey replied in unison “Yes Master Gregory!”\n\n“Good! Now, I want you to put your clamp right there.”\n\nPenny groaned and cried as they complied. She made even more painful noises as they hung the weights off of them at Gregory's instruction\n\n“Very good, kids! Now, Penny, can you stand? No? Linda, be a dear and fetch that tall stool, please. Thank you, position it right in front of her, now;” He lowered the stock and Penny, bending at the middle to be supported by the stool, screamed as the weights changed their pressure on her tender genitals. She found herself staring straight at Harold's fully erect shaft “Since he's right there, you may as well take care of him first. Make him last, nobody likes a quick blowjob.”\n\nPenny didn't hesitate to obey, quickly engulfing him. Even with her long Collie muzzle, she still had to deepthroat to get down to his sheath.\n\nCarrie was guided behind her and a thick lube poured into her hand. Gregory didn't have to make a sound for her to know what to do with it, so it took Penny completely by surprise as it started to enter her abused sex.\n\nCarrie had to admit that she was more than entertained at the sound Penny made when she thrust her fist inside of her. It was an odd feeling, but one she really liked, so she had her fun thrusting and twisting while Penny tried to focus on her job of giving Harold a properly good time.\n\n“My dear, if you would, please?”\n\nBoth kids glanced over to see that Gregory had dressed Linda in thigh length boots and nearly shoulder length gloves. Straps rose in a vee out of her groin to join a web around her body, the red color of her ensemble giving her ginger fur a golden hue. He was handing her a large strap with one hand while the other indicated Penny's exposed back.\n\nCarrie giggled “You look amazing, Momma!” Harold could only stare and nod\n\nLinda thanked her children with a scratch and a kiss then brought the strap down hard in the small of Penny's back. It was harder than she intended and far harder than the slave was ready for, so she dialed back for the next stripe across her shoulders. That got the reaction she wanted, so she stayed consistent for next three or four. That was all Harold could take and he exploded noisily into Penny's muzzle.\n\n“Looks like he's going to need a nap!” Came an amused baritone\n\nLinda smiled back at him “Don't worry, he recovers quickly!”\n\n“Well, then, why don't you two change places?”\n\n“Yes, Master Gregory!” Carrie pulled her arm out and stared at the gaping hole it left behind while Gregory toweled most of the moisture out of her fur. Harold was already standing by, so he let Carrie watch Penny stretch to accept his fist before guiding her around front.\n\nCarrie was feeling more than a little shy, resisting just slightly as Gregory pushed her toward the Collie's messy muzzle. Penny seemed a bit hesitant herself, and Gregory indicated to Linda that she should use the strap to encourage her. I t only took a few hard swipes for Penny to forget her inhibitions and snake her tongue out to Carrie's puff.\n\nGregory stayed where he was and positioned Carrie's legs for optimum view, his hand gently scratching Carrie's posterior. Confirming that Linda had a proper view of her daughter's molestation, he divided his attention between it and silently instructing Harold until he realized that the Husky just wasn't really enjoying himself like his cousin had;\n\n“Just not the dominant aggressive type, are you Harold?”\n\n“No, Master Gregory. I'm sorry, Sir.”\n\nHe was answered by a warm smile “No need to be sorry, if it's not your nature, it's just not your nature. Come around here and see if a show if more your speed, that'll give your aunt more target area as well!”\n\nHe was handed the towel to wipe off his arm and found himself scratching Penny's head while trying to watch the whipping and her tongue snake around and inside Carrie's cunny at the same time. It was quite the show, and he didn't realize just how much he was appreciating it. When Carrie's orgasm finally came, his sex responded in sympathy to her screams and moans.\n\n“That was an amazing show! Wow, he does recover quickly!”\n\nLinda grinned “I told you. Master Gregory, just what is the largest thing that's been up here?”\n\nBy his slave's noises, he knew Linda was probably already four fingers deep, so he picked Carrie up and guided Harold around. “I've only gotten my own hand up there once or twice, so be careful if you're going to try to include your thumb. Four fingers, go ahead and pound away!”\n\nLinda did just that, thrusting hard and fast with four fingers for several seconds, then slowing down and pushing and twisting with her thumb tucked in. The whole time, Harold and Carrie watched and got more and more horny, Carrie's libido even more fueled by the occasional finger from the large hand cupping her bottom snaking between her legs.\n\nPenny finally couldn't take anymore and climaxed long and hard. Gregory set Carrie down, cleared everyone away and, using the strap that he had given Linda, laid several blistering stripes across the now begging for mercy Collie, then indicated that Linda should do the same.\n\n“We're still working on the 'No orgasms until Master allows them' thing.” He then pulled Penny back into a standing position, making her scream even more as the weights that were still attached to her sex changed their angle of pressure. She yelped even louder when they were removed and replaced by a long, clear vacuum chamber. The visiting trio stared in fascination as the already elongated puff seemed to draw out to fill nearly half of the long chamber.\n\n“Now then, I believe we have a few things in store for the two of you! Don't worry, it won't be nearly as bad as what we did to Penny!”\n\nCarrie was, truth be told, just a little worried of what might be in store. She knew they had hidden pills in her and Harold's “treats” when they were running the obstacle course, but she wasn't feeling at all affected by anything, and apparently neither was he.\n\nThey had gone back up into the Normal Suburbanite portion of the house where they met a smartly dressed Malamute named Kevin and were led into a large bathroom. The two body waxing kits there explained why they weren't allowed to shave the past couple of weeks, and Linda got to work bathing and cleansing her kids' stubbly abdomens while Gregory prepared the wax. There was a comfortable sitting area that they were led to, and Carrie was first to be strapped into position with legs widely splayed to fully expose her belly and nether regions.\n\n“Linda, are you sure you don't want to do this?”\n\nShe gave an uncomfortable smile “Positive, Master Gregory. As a matter of fact, I think I may take my leave until you're done, if that's alright with you.”\n\nHe returned an understanding smile “No problem at all, Linda. Just get Kitchen Slave to set you up on the porch with an iced tea and we should be along shortly!”\n\nLinda ruffled her kids' hair and admonished them to be good, reminding them that Master Gregory and Kevin had every right to spank them good if they disobeyed, and took her leave.\n\nIt wasn't long before Carrie felt the hot wax pouring over her skin. It was just past the upper edge of uncomfortably hot and she whined as it spread across her sensitive belly. When the fabric pressed into it and was quickly ripped off, she responded with a howling scream. She outright cried when the second dose poured on and begged for mercy when she felt the hand press the fabric into the pool, but it didn't come.\n\nGregory worked slowly and in small patches, his practiced method leaving not a follicle behind as he worked his way down the Husky's belly toward her groin. Carrie was already crying in earnest before the wax poured over her tingling, sensitive puff. Her noises didn't change, but became more desperate as the pain became more intimate. It didn't help that Gregory made no attempt to spare her most sensitive skin of the burning wax.\n\nWhen he was done, Gregory indicated to Harold that he should comfort his sobbing cousin while Kevin went to get a couple other things. He allowed enough time for Carrie to calm down before coming back;\n\n“Now, Carrie, you were given;” He looked at Harold “Well, both of you, actually, were given hormonal pills that will inhibit the growth of your belly fur. It should also make the rest of your fur finer and more puppyish.\n\n“Harold, we can't really do much more to you, because Linda is afraid of losing this” He grabbed a hold of the Husky's thick, fully erect shaft and gave it a shake, then turned to Carrie.\n\n“For you, however, we have a cream that should eliminate your stretch marks entirely. We also have an injection that will diminish your nipples and mammaries.”\n\nCarrie pipped up “I'll take them both, Uncle Kevin!”\n\nKevin grinned “'Uncle,' I like that!\n\n“There are possible side effects, though. One strong possibility is sterility, which is why you'll have to sign this form acknowledging that the puppies you have had could be your last. Actually, it's stretching the legality of it that your mammaries aren't overly pronounced, nor are your stretch marks incredibly visible, but I'm willing to push things if you are, and my supplier doesn't care, as long as he gets signed forms back to be forwarded to the government.”\n\nGregory chimed in from his vantage point “It could also cause hypersexuality, which could be an issue since Linda said she planned on seriously limiting your sexual activities to what she decides to allow you.”\n\n“The next thing is, it can also shrink this,” Kevin rubbed his hand across her puff, eliciting a deep moan “But, if we use this cream and put it under vacuum for an hour or so, it will make it more pronounced. The issue there would be that it also causes the birth canal to shrink significantly and...well, it doesn't deaden the nerves of your labia or reduce your libido, it just...changes the equation and requires...longer and more intense attentions for you to achieve orgasm.”\n\nCarrie looked thoughtful for long moments “Okay, so let me make sure I have this right. If I take 'The Works,' I'll be a short, thin, fuzzy, bare bellied, flat bellied, tiny nippled nymphomaniac that can't orgasm without help, with a puff that looks like it needs grown into.”\n\nKevin thought for a second “You forgot about the never having puppies again thing.”\n\nShe smiled back “If I'm going to look like a puppy, why would I want to have more?”\n\nHarold responded to the look Gregory sent his way “I didn't fall in love with her to bear children, Uncle Gregory, I...well, she understands.”\n\nCarrie explained while Gregory untied her hand to sign the forms. “He fell in love with me because I look like Momma did as a puppy!”\n\nGregory grinned his understanding and tied her back down for what was next. Kevin started with a generous application on the cream for her cunny, getting it as deep inside as he could with his long fingers, then smearing a large dollop on the outside. Carrie gasped as the vacuum tube sucked the sensitive, very agitated flesh inside. Next, she screamed and cried as Kevin pushed a hypodermic needle into each of her nipples twice, first injecting a small amount of viscous fluid, then filling the gland below with a thin liquid. He finished up by gently massaging the last cream all over her belly , making sure to rub it especially deep wherever her stretch marks were.\n\nFinally, he untied her and helped her to stand on shaky legs. He made a silent gesture to Harold which was ignored, so he cleared his throat “Harold, you're next.”\n\nThe Husky looked thoughtful, then his already erect member throbbed as he made his decision “I don't think so, Uncle Kevin.”\n\nHe flashed a quick grin at Carrie's astonished look. Harold always played the unquestioningly obedient when they were playing with Linda, almost obsessively trying to make her proud by not only following her every directive, but doing his best to anticipate her needs.\n\nGregory turned his most stern expression to him “Harold, your aunt told you to obey us, and you heard her say I have the authority to take appropriate action if you don't. Now get in that chair!”\n\nHarold was literally shivering with excitement and a little fear when he shook his head once again “No!”\n\nAs much as she loved watching the scene play out, big Bernese grabbing not-so-big Husky and bending him over, she loved to hate the feelings it caused in her still trapped cunny.\n\nThey remained standing, Gregory trapping Harold against his side and holding his hands underneath him “Now, then, I suppose it's time to learn that 'Listen to me' means just that!”\n\nThe first smack landed hard enough on Harold's rump to elicit a sharp yip. The second fell right on top of the first, with similar results. Carrie watched as the large white hand continued to slowly slap twice on one side, twice on the other. Harold was soon lifting his hind paws and his tail swung to protect from the stinging blows as he tried to resist the building burn. As soon as the tail came out from between his legs, Gregory landed a hard blow just above it, causing it to curl upwards so tightly that he was able to land two slaps directly to Harold's seating area before it dropped back down. After that, he quickly reduced the Husky to tears as his hand roamed all over the black and white furred rump, tail always just too late to protect it from the firm slaps.\n\nWhen he decided Harold had almost had enough, he stopped and lightly scratched at the hot flesh “Now then, Harold, do we understand the importance of OBEDIENCE?” “Obedience” was punctuated by a hard slap, delivered right where it counts the most.\n\n“Yes, Master Gregory” Came the sobbing reply\n\nGregory waited for the tail to untuck and start it's random waving again “Then, I can trust that you will OBEY me at all times from now on?”\n\nAgain, “Obey” was accompanied by a hard slap, right where Harold would have to sit on it. Again, Harold desperately promised obedience.\n\nHis tail was staying firmly tucked this time, so Gregory started his question with a slap above it, eliciting the desired response. He took advantage of it as predicted. “GOOD, OBEDIENCE is what I need from you, so OBEDIENCE is what I'll get!”\n\nThe lecture went on for a couple more minutes, “obedience” being the primary topic, and a hard stinging slap landing somewhere on Harold's posterior every time it was mentioned to punctuate it's importance. It ended shortly after Harold started jerking and spasming;\n\nGregory spoke up “Carrie, Dear, if you would bring that towel, please?”\n\nApparently, Gregory had been doing something else with the hand that held Harold's wrists, and Harold had made quite the mess. She brought whatever was needed to clean himself, Harold and the floor up, and by the time they were finished, Harold had calmed down. With a lick to the forehead, Gregory placed the now acquiescent Husky on the chair where he was secured with the occasional wince and whine.\n\nShe was a little glad to see that Harold wasn't taking his waxing much, if any, better than she had taken hers. She had thought herself to be more than a little of a crybaby, but by his reactions to the burning liquid and having his fur forcibly ripped from his sensitive belly, she must have been perfectly justified in her carrying on.\n\nGregory decided to give them both a bath when the waxing was completed, and by the time they were done, it was time to remove the glass vacuum tube from Carrie's puff. She sucked in a breath as the pressure released and a bit of tingle settled in. When Gregory ran a hand over it, she yelped and moaned. It was so sensitive that it was nearly unbearable to have him blow on it!\n\nHe shooed them out the door and he and Kevin enjoyed a good laugh watching them walking down the steps, Harold trying to walk only with his knees and ankles to keep from aggravating the bruises on his rump and Carrie swaying splay legged trying to not jiggle her now very pronounced puff.\n\nThey walked out of the house to find that Linda had shed her costume and was laying splay legged on her back, belly exposed to the gentle rays of evening sun. Carrie got on all fours and stalked up to her, only to be grabbed in a big hug as she was about to pounce. She screamed and giggled as she was play-bitten and gently ruffed up by her momma before being thrown over the large shoulder and carried back to the porch.\n\n“They look marvelous, Master Gregory! And Kevin, please tell me that her nipples and cunny will stay as sensitive!.”\n\nA smile lit the large male's face “Oh, absolutely! She decided on one of everything, so I gave her extra doses, just to make sure. The only thing is, to keep her so pronounced down below, you'll have to apply the cream and vacuum every few nights for at least a couple of weeks. If you really want to go all the way, we should also give her one more breast treatment next Friday.”\n\nGregory motioned them back inside. Kevin begged off, but the rest followed him back to the dungeon where Penny was looking considerably more alert, but also more miserable. Her angry red cunny was filling considerably more of the glass tube than when they left, but Gregory gave it a few more pumps before handing the kids more clamps and weights that they were instructed to hang off of her nipples.\n\nAgain, he handed Linda an instrument of pain, this time a multi-tailed lash, and delighted in watching her use it before walking around and affixing a smaller harness around her waist and over her groin. It had a large prosthetic attached to it which he generously lubed “It may take a little practice, but you should be able to figure out how to move so that the nubs inside the harness stimulate you as much or as little as you desire.”\n\nLinda moved closer behind the bound Collie and lined up with the one available hole. The kids watched from down below as the bumps and ridges disappeared inside the helpless body. It seemed to go in easily, but Penny still screamed and yelped as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her bowels. Linda took it straight to the hilt and started an inconsistent pounding of the desperate Collie. She varied the speed, stroke and intensity so often that her victim had no chance of getting used to how she was being used. All the while, the chains and weights hanging off of her nipples jangled with every thrust. Linda was having so much fun making the slave produce such odd noises that she really didn't realize just how close to orgasm she was until it gripped her body. After she pulled out, both Carrie and Harold took turns inserting their fists where Linda's prosthetic had left a bruised, gaping hole.\n\nFinally, Gregory reached down and removed the glass tube from her cunny, eliciting a reaction that nearly made the slave pass out. It didn't make it any better that both kids, and Linda too, had to get their feel of the oddly inflated flesh of her labia. Gregory let it go on until he was sure the slave couldn't take any more. Removing her nipple clamps, he guided her over to a cage in the corner of the basement dungeon where he locked her in for the night.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Age regression, BDSM, fisting, anal, shaving...polygamy.  I think that does it.  Oh, and all characters are digitigrade with feral bits.  Enjoy!

“Oh, Carrie...um...”

The small Red Husky smiled back at the couple whom had emerged from her bedroom  “Hello, Harold.  You must be Linda.  Please, sit, I've been cooking all afternoon!”

Harold was looking like a man condemned as he lowered himself into his traditional chair, but the large female he was with moved with confident grace as she returned the smaller, similarly colored female's smile  “And it smells wonderful!”

Carrie served her Mate and his guest with the grace of a Victorian wife, reveling in the appreciative chatter coming from the female and soothing any malice she felt toward her Mate by enjoying the spectacle of him eating his favorite dish like he'd been given a plate of ash.

When they'd finished eating, she cleared the table and returned with full glasses of wine and dessert.  “Well, I can certainly see why Harold's with you!”  She gave Carrie an appreciative sweep from her ears down to her feet and back up to her eyes  “All this, AND a world class Chef and Hostess!”

Carrie's ears burned with embarrassed pride and she had to turn away from the Malamute's deep brown eyes  “Well, he does love my cooking, but the 'All This' seems to be a problem”

Harold jerked as if he'd been struck and turned hurt eyes toward his Mate  “Carrie, I...I mean, there's nothing wrong...”

He trailed off and turned away, not even able to look back when he felt her hand on his  “Harold, honey, I know you love me, but when all a man wants to do is cuddle, there's a problem.  You love to hang out with me, you love to talk with me, you love to play with me in the park, but I leave you flat in the bedroom.

“Don't think I didn't see this coming.  “Every female you look at when we're out and about is at least twice my size and you treat me almost like I was a younger sister!

“All that's left to ask is, are you going to go back to her, or...what?”

Harold maintained his silence, but Linda had no problems finding her voice  “Well, I certainly wouldn't mind sharing you.  That is, if Harold's game!”

“Umm...say again?”  Came the reply from the other two

Linda laughed, her alto voice thrilling Carrie down to her toes  “First off, you two are far too in sync as friends to break up.  Second, Carrie, you're right.  Harry is far too docile to be excited by a smaller female.  He needs an aggressor to push him into action in the bedroom.  Problem is, socially, he is the aggressor and appreciates being able to determine where he and his company go and when.  That's why we ended up breaking up, I am always in charge.

“So, you see, Harry will never be the 'One Female Male,' as his ideal opposite is nearly non existent.  That is why the ideal situation for him would be to have you to hang out with and me to satisfy his submissive desires.  Since I am bisexual and love to hold a girl down and make her cum until she doesn't even know her own name, I would gladly reward you by doing just that.

“Oh, and before you answer?  Please be aware that you're even worse than he is at hiding your emotions.”

Harry had, I fact finally found his voice “I'm not sure I could handle that, Linda because...well...Carrie, I'll confess that one of the things that attracted me to you was that you looked so much like Linda when we were growing up.  I'm sorry, I don't mean to say that I don't love you for being you, but...”

Carrie decided to let him off the hook  “There has to be an initial attraction, I know.  I'm happy that you see me as having my own personality now.”

Harold smiled lovingly at her  “I was nine, she was six when we met.  She was also 'The New Kid,' so I was able to show her around and teach her the neighborhood.  By the time I was fifteen and she was twelve, she was bigger than me and dragging me away to teach me things that I was still naïve to.

“I guess when I first saw you, I saw the nine year old Linda that I could still drag around.  When you didn't grow into the one that tossed me around in bed, I decided I needed the original Linda...”

Carrie realized that she should be murderously upset, but Harold was only confirming what she had already conjectured.  Besides;

“Harold?  I really like you, but...well, I know you've told me to go fuck myself, and if there's ever been a time that you said the same to Linda, you may have to remember them, because I recently broke up with my girl on the side.”

She let him recover from his shock before continuing  “Honestly, Harold, I couldn't see myself with two males, and there was this girl at work...well, it doesn't matter, I was with her because I needed release and she...just...well, I think she was just doing something that her parents would never approve of.

“At any rate, if Linda becomes a part of our relationship, I'll still be able to be your 'Little Sis' and none of us will have to worry about where the other is, so it makes sense that we at least try.”

Linda's grinned widely  “Splendid!  Now why don't you lose those clothes so I can see what I've won.”

Carrie's head snapped around with a stereotypically dramatic response on her lips, but it was never voiced.  Instead, she stood and did just that, first pulling off her top to expose her slender body and most of her nearly flat abdomen.  When she stood up and pulled off her skirt, Linda could see that the waistband wasn't holding anything in, she had just simply never developed much there.

Carrie approached at Linda's beckoning, blushing heavily and trying to keep her hands loose at her sides.  She failed as the larger female pulled her into her lap, but Linda easily pulled them behind her to expose that thinly furred belly and gently run her other hand over it.  “Stretch marks?  You've had puppies?”

Carrie let out a moaning giggle and the hand traveled lower, eliciting a flush to the little Husky's entire body  “To a boy that my parents introduced me to.  He claimed I tried to kill them when we took them home, and since it's not unusual, they were quickly put in his parent's care.  When we grew apart, I didn't see any reason to try to take them back.  I still send them birthday and Christmas gifts.”

Linda pulled her closer to indulge in a lingering kiss.  She knew that Carrie had drank more than her fair share of the full-bodied wine and wanted to make this an encounter to remember while her inhibitions, if she had any, were so muted.  While she enjoyed the kiss, she allowed her hand to tease Carrie's large pink nipples, delighting in the whines and moans that her pinching and rubbing elicited.

Keeping the small hands firmly in her control, she broke the kiss and slowly licked and nibbled down the slender neck that was proffered to her, bending her own neck down as far as it would go to reach her lover's first set of nipples.  Where Carrie whined and moaned at Linda's fingers, she yelped and screamed as the warm, wet tongue and hard teeth took their turns at the tender flesh.

Linda stood up, taking Carrie's small body with her as easily as she would a toddler and laid her on the table with similar care.  She released Carrie's wrists just long enough to get a new hold on them and one ankle, all three of Carrie's limbs easily held by the huge hand, and started in on the obviously neglected puff in front of her.

Carrie moaned loudly at the greedy tongue that violated her without warning or pause, the moan turning almost instantly to scream as orgasm instantly gripped the small female's body.  Carrie's body shook and squirmed, but it was no match for the Malamute that continued to have her way with it.

Linda took extreme pleasure at watching her new toy go from ecstasy to desperation as the lingering orgasm quickly wore her down and even breathing started to become difficult for her.  Just before desperation turned to fear, she let Carrie start to cool down, the euphoric expression on her face giving Linda a satisfying tingle of her own.

Harold watched in fascination as Linda raped his living memory of her youth, his trepidation over how it might effect him lost in his own raging libido.  He understood now what Linda had been telling him all along; that her satisfaction came from knowing that her 'victims' couldn't help but enjoy her domination.

He stood and stripped at the command from Linda's eyes and just as automatically followed her next subtle command to come around behind her.  Linda moved aside, keeping a hold on Carrie's wrists and ankle, and pushed Harold up to Carrie's groin.  She saw hesitation in him, but a firm slap on his rump compelled him to line up and slowly push inside his Mate.  A few more slaps and pinches were needed to get him doing what he needed to do, but it wasn't long before nature took over, leaving Linda free to take turns kissing and licking him and the now completely overwhelmed Carrie.

She didn't even have to touch herself, the show was so perfect!  Carrie squirmed and cried as Harold, spurred on by her alternating threats and praises, violently pounded her to helpless tears.  Forget that she could see it in their faces, she knew the pain that both were in, as a female didn't orgasm as long and hard as Carrie had without straining something, and just a few short hours ago, she had milked Harold, not stopping until he had his second painful dry orgasm.  Besides, Harold was quite well endowed, and Carrie hadn't been penetrated by anything of any size or solidity for quite a while.  When they came, they came together, Harold and Carrie screaming and crying in painful pleasure, Linda quietly spasming as she humped against Carrie's leg.

--Chapter--

Carrie and Harold awoke in each others' arms to the smell of bacon and coffee, both starting in fear as they realized that neither of them could possibly be cooking, but were stopped by cramping soreness in their midsections.

Carrie hugged her mate and began sobbing almost hysterically.

Harold didn't know what else to do besides hold her and let her cry.  He shed a few tears of his own, worrying over what was going to happen next until he looked down to see golden eyes smiling up at him.

They had a good laugh as they pushed and pulled each other out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, leaning on each other for support.  They laughed as they watched each other painfully sit and relieve themselves.  They were still giggling as they walked into the kitchen to see Linda just setting the plates on the table for breakfast.  She gave them a matronly smile  “Good morning!  I figured after last night, I should at least give you both a good breakfast before shooing you off to work!”

Linda apparently didn't like to get dressed any sooner than she had to either, and Carrie was starstruck by the mountain of female in front of her.  Every muscle seemed perfectly toned and every marking of her fur ideally placed to show it off.  Even the light from the stove and work area behind her seemed like it had been designed to turn her longest guard hairs into a shimmering halo surrounding her race-trim body.

Harold was just barely able to catch his Mate as her libido flared, the tingling and pain taking her knees out from under her.

She knew they were laughing at her, but she couldn't stop feeling like a giddy preteen that just met her famous crush, only to find that he was, in fact, just as hansom and charming in real life as on the screen.

“She's not still drunk, is she?”

Harold returned Linda's concern with a relaxed smile  “No, she's just...a Red.  She's always a little...loose after being physically worn out.  I think it focuses her mind and it doesn't know what to do with itself when it's not running around in circles.”

Linda looked only slightly mollified as she watched the smaller female looking at her with lovestruck eyes and occasionally giggling like a preschooler, but eventually, Carrie seemed to wake up out of her trance and become more lucid.

--Chapter--

Life for the next several months had been interesting for Carrie, pleasantly painful the first few days, then just pleasant afterwards.  Linda had easily become a part of her life, and had taken the part of housewife for her and Harold.  Apparently, she was left a trust fund by a late relative and had done her best to conserve and even grow it, so when she didn't want to work, she didn't have to.

The Husky couple had grown to love the benefits of that trust fund themselves, as they always had dinner waiting for them through the week when they got home from work and got to share the pleasure of cooking on the weekends with another.

Carrie didn't need to learn to enjoy the larger female's domineering attitude.  As a matter fact, she quite enjoyed not having to think for herself and Harold when they were at home!  It made it easier that Linda always seemed to have a plan for the evening, but never forced the duo into it.  If one or both of them had to work late, or wanted to spend time with other friends, Linda easily agreed and respected their freedom, as long as they called if they were going to be later than eleven.

Even her rough playing was easy to accept, and Carrie quickly learned that she enjoyed waking up with a bit of lingering soreness from her slaps and excessive attentions, and Harold's obedient poundings, to remind her of the previous evening's activities.  She had also noticed that whenever she felt like being a little assertive, Harold was more than happy to be dominated by both females.

It did occur to her to wonder how somebody who was a headstrong loner growing up could suddenly find such contentment in a polyamorous relationship in which she was a nearly full time omega.

“I wish they had those Play Zones when I was a kid.  They really look like a lot of fun!”

Linda had asked Carrie to meet her for lunch at one of her favorite cafes and the two had enjoyed watching the cubs play across the street.  Everything from slides and swings to trampolines and tube runs had been installed and the screams and laughter of playing youth had reminded Carrie of how little of that her childhood had contained.  They had been walking back to her office in silence until the Husky finally admitted what had her brooding.

“Who says you have to be a kid to enjoy them?”

Carrie looked up at her partner with a wry expression  “Um, The Law?  I do believe there are signs all around them that say 'Facilities are for Use by Twelve and Under Only!'  I mean, I am still an adult.”

Linda stopped and turned Carrie toward a large storefront window  “Look at our reflection.  Now picture yourself in that little red skirt and cute flowered top and tell me that somebody will question that you're my nine or ten year old niece.”

Carrie looked doubtfully toward the ensemble as she answered her partner  “I think we need to forget about it.”

Linda smiled and tousled her hair “Aw, c'mon my little one, don't you want to look cute for the boys?”

Carrie batted at Linda's hand, looking far more childish than she would ever have believed and “The Game” was on for Linda, verbally having Carrie dressed in light, flowery summer dresses with bows in her hair and ribbons wrapped around her digitigrade feet and legs.  Carrie was laughing as as she refused each suggestion, so Linda kept at it, becoming more stereotypically preteen girl as she went.

Neither one had realized how long they had been there or how loud they had become until a lady passing by lightly tapped Carrie's shoulder  “I think you should listen to your mother, Honey, you dress far too adult.”

Linda graciously thanked the passerby for her support and the pair tried to let her get out of ear shot before dissolving into laughter.  Linda was the first to recover, and the still mirthful Husky continued to look at the cute outfit as she was pulled away  “Come, Daughter, you're already late getting back, they'll charge you for a full half day if we don't hurry.”

--Chapter--

Carrie bustled into the apartment and rushed toward her bedroom with shopping bags in hand.

“You're late.”

She grinned into the dining room, toward the source of the strong alto statement  “I know, sorry, just had to do a bit of shopping!”

“So, Harry and I have been sitting here waiting for dinner because you had to do a bit of shopping?”

She had dropped the bags inside the bedroom “You could have just gone ahead and eaten, you know.”

“That's why polite people call when they're going to be late.”

She had to admit the point and showed her chagrin  “You're right, I'm sorry, it's just...”  She tried to look pouty and falsely contrite, but the emotions were lost in her nervous excitement  “Is Mama going to spank me now?”

Linda smiled and pushed herself away from the table “That's not a bad idea.  Come over here.”

Harold looked on with a confused mix of emotions as his wife slowly closed the distance between her and his lover, both of his Lifemates looking way too much their part in a scene that he never would have expected them to play out.  The effect was further heightened as the diminutive Husky approached the large Malamute and barely had to tilt her muzzle downward to look the larger female in the eye to take her scolding;

“Honestly, Carrie, it was more than slightly inconsiderate of you you leave us waiting with no clue where you were at and no idea how long you would be!  No, don't say a word, I won't believe that you're sorry or that it won't happen again unless it's said with a smarting rump anyway!”

Carrie yipped as she was grabbed and pulled across her lover's lap.  As instructed, she remained silent as her skirt was pulled up, trapping her tail between it and her back.  She whimpered in a mix of nerves and arousal as her panties were unsnapped and pulled down her legs, giving her husband a full view of her exposed posterior.

“Now, then, tell tell me why you're getting a spanking!”

Linda's voice seemed to reverberate in her body, turning her already excited state into an overload of emotion.  Her voice was genuinely shaky when she answered  “Because I couldn't be bothered to call and let you know I was going to be late.”

The first smack landed right where she sits and Carrie sucked in a breath in response.  It wasn't even as hard as some of the “love smacks” Linda gave her and Harold when they were playing in the bedroom, but the current context gave it far more impact.

Another smack, this time further toward the tail, and Carrie whined through a closed muzzle.  The third slap landed hard on the same spot, causing Carrie to cry out.  When the fourth landed even harder on her seating area, she screamed and swung her hand back to protect her bottom.

Linda smiled at Harold as she pulled the blocking hand away, securing it in the same hand that held the skirt out of the way, and rubbed at the stinging flesh.  He was completely fixated on Carrie's hindquarters, currently mesmerized by the large paw rubbing them and occasionally snaking between the bare, shaking legs.  She continued to watch him as she lifted her paw and delivered several more strong slaps to the small bottom and reveled in his reaction to them almost more than her target's.

“You know, I'm just not liking this at all.  Carrie, stand up!”

The smaller female obeyed and was rewarded by the complete loss of her skirt and panties.  She was repositioned over one knee with Linda's other leg positioned over hers so that she couldn't raise them, but still gave Harold a full view of the proceedings.  Her hands and tail were collected in one large paw and the other one started rubbing at her already stinging flesh;

“Yes, this will do so much better.  Don't you think so, Harold?”  The male could only nod his head while his eyes never left his Mate's posterior

The slaps started again, lighter in strength, but much faster in rhythm.  With her new downward angle, Linda could better target one cheek over the other with better access to both hips, as well as be more effective in targeting her thighs.

It also gave her better access to Carrie's groin, something she took full advantage of when she returned to the slower rhythm with harder slaps.  She took her time, slapping hard, rubbing away the sting, occasionally delivering what she knew would be a bruising slap, until she knew Carrie was starting to build toward orgasm, then returning to the fast and firm rhythm until her victim's kicks and struggles told her that she had lost all desire, then returning to the slower rhythm.  Carrie was brought through several cycles of arousal and pure pain until Linda finally brought her to the edge one more time before speeding up, but keeping the strength of the slaps.  Carrie, for the first time during the spanking, was completely reduced to tears, her screaming quickly turning to adamant apologies and hysterical begging for mercy.

She eventually found that mercy in the same strong arms that had punished her.  She hugged Linda as tight as possible and cried hysterically, still repeating  “I'm sorry” over and over again as she was comforted.

“I know you're sorry, Carrie, I know, it's alright, shh...”

When Carrie had settled down somewhat, Linda pried her away so she could look her in the eyes again  “Carrie, Harry and I have officially waited far too long for our supper now, so I need you to go stand in the corner across the living room so that we can eat.  We'll finish this once your cousin and I are finished eating, alright?”

Carrie wiped at tears and nodded her head  “Ok, Momma.  I'm sorry Harold!”

She could feel their eyes on her as she swayed her way painfully across the room.  Reaching down, she had just enough time to feel the heat of her abused flesh before she heard Linda's voice again  “Hands on your head, Carrie, I expect your elbows to be touching the walls on either side of the corner at all times.”

Carrie did as she was told when she reached the corner, quickly realizing why she was told to stand in that manner.  She had to put herself completely inside the isolating walls, her arms serving to completely blind her to what was going on.  It even made it difficult to hear any better when she tried to swivel her ears to pick up any conversation.  The only thing she could still do was smell, and the way the aroma of the food now being served was making her stomach rumble, she sincerely hoped that she wouldn't be going to bed without her supper.

After what had seemed like half the night, Carrie was called back to the table.  Linda and Harold's plates had been cleared and one was placed in front of Linda, the food already cut into properly sized bites.  She followed Linda's beckoning hand and sat gingerly on the proffered leg.

“You may drop your arms now, Dear.”

Carrie lowered her hands into her lap and Linda turned to Harold;

“Harold, how are we set for ice cream?”

He was up and at the freezer quickly  “Looks like about half a bucket of vanilla and a couple Klondikes.”

“Would you be a dear and head down to the store?  I think a good decadent chocolate with fresh strawberries would be more appropriate for a little girl who agrees to a proper punishment.  Oh, and make sure you take at least fifteen minutes.”

As he hurried hurried out the door, Linda raised a bite of food to Carrie's mouth  “So?”

Carrie happily laid her head against Linda's chest and made sure she properly chewed and swallowed before she answered  “So...on a scale of Fun to Serious Lesson, where did that fall?”

She was rewarded by a genuine laugh, one of her favorite sounds made even better by feeling it vibrate in Linda's chest as well as hear it  “What do you think?”

Again, Linda's question was accompanied by a properly sized bite and she made sure to treat it properly before answering  “It did seem a bit light to be a proper lesson, especially since there wasn't any kind of paddle involved.  Besides, I'm just a little sore, and a proper lesson should still be felt the next day, right?”

Again, Linda chuckled and gave Carrie her next bite  “Well, let's wait until tomorrow and see what you feel.  I made sure to leave some bruise.  As for 'implements,' I'll probably never use them at home, unless you really give me cause.”

Carrie took and chewed another bite before continuing  “So, you'll spank me in places other than home?  And was this the kind of spanking I can always expect to get?”

Linda smiled down at her  “If I spank you away from home, that will suggest that you've chosen to misbehave in public, in which case you'll be given a proper child's spanking, that is to say long and bruising without the molesting.  That's when I might pull out the hairbrush or remove my belt to really make the point that nobody wants to put up with a brat.

“When I spank you at home, the length and severity will mostly depend on you.  Basically, once I say 'That's enough' you should expect a spanking.  If you immediately become contrite and accept it, you'll get another spanking like the one you just got.  The longer and more adamantly you oppose your punishment after your chosen act of defiance, the longer and more painful the punishment will be, with less pleasure put into the mix.”

Carrie ingested the last few bites of her supper before continuing  “So, I'm your daughter now?”

Linda smiled  “Carrie, you really need to consider what you're getting into here.”

“I have considered it.  Really, having the structure of 'Be home or call by five' and 'Call again if you're out past ten' and even having assigned chores pretty much make me a teenager, and I really don't object to it at all!  Shoot, I even know not to backtalk you and I...well, rarely do.”

Linda jumped at the opportunity to make her point  “Exactly, you 'rarely do.'  I know we already have a bit of a power exchange going already, but now we're talking about establishing serious consequences for you violating that.  We'll go from partners and friends just having fun to you being my properly obedient submissive.  Worse, I'll expect you to occasionally earn real as well as play spankings.

“You will also want to consider that I'm not exactly the 'safeword' or 'timeout' type.  If you say that I'm your momma at home, I'm your momma at home.  I don't care how bad a day you've had at the office, if you come stomping in and fail to respect me, you will have your anger spanked out of you.  If you say that I'm your momma in public and do something that would earn the average nine year old a hard spanking where we stand and a harder one in the nearest semi-private place, you'll get that spanking.  There will be no 'I'm sorry, Linda.  Let's just forget it,' there will be you trying to not cry every time you sit for the next week or so.”

Carrie sat in silence, trying to gather the courage to ask the next question.  When she realized that Harold had been gone for nearly half an hour, she decided to ask before the conversation had to end  “So, your bath brush.  It looks like it would put a serious sting on someone's tail.”

Linda nodded her head  “I assume it would, yes.  It would likely cause some pretty good bruising also.”

Carrie took another deep breath  “So, later tonight, why don't you tell Harold to give me my bath.  I'll give him a hard time about it so that you can come in and give me a good roasting with it.  If I can wake up tomorrow and call you Mommy, then we're on for 'At Home.'”

Almost as if on cue, Harold came bustling through the door with a grocery bag and two larger, bulkier bags.  He dropped the grocery bag on the table  “Gotta run to the bathroom real quick Aunt Linda, be right back!”

Linda grinned after him as she answered Carrie  “Sounds like a fair test.”

They enjoyed their ice cream and the rest of the evening.  As normal, they all ended up in a naked pile on the couch with Linda molesting her “nephew” and potential “daughter” while allowing them no release or retaliation.  As was not the norm, however, time dragged on for Linda as she anticipated how the evening was going to end; she'd taken a peek at what Harold had purchased and very much approved!  Finally, she decided to give Carrie the first thing to whine about;

“Harry, why don't you take Carrie and get the both of you cleaned up.”

Harold let loose with a cheery “Yes, Ma'am!” while Carrie followed her cue;

“But Momma, it's not even eight-thirty yet!”

Linda gave her what was supposed to be a severe look, but her current aroused state made it far more predatory “Meaning what, girl?”

Carrie's voice was genuinely fearful when she answered  “Meaning, I should get my bath like my momma said.”

She let Harold pull her to the bathroom as she wondered just what she had been thinking.  Her posterior did still ache, and she arranged to make it even more sore.  'A good roasting' with a bath brush sore.

“Ok, sit on the edge of the tub, there's something we need to do before our baths!”

He had been preparing something out of her sight and when he turned around, she was still standing  “Carrie, I said sit on the edge of the tub!”

She gave him a pouty look  “But my bum is sore!”

He offered her no mercy  “Yes, I'm sure it is, and mine's not going to become that way because you can't listen.  Now sit!”

Linda's voice came from outside  “Is everything alright in there?”

Carrie replied with a “Yes, Momma” as she finally complied with her...cousin's...orders.

As soon as she was sat, Harold was in front of her with trimmers and a razor.  Already teased to the brink several times that evening, her body tingled as he ran the trimmer up and down her belly, and around her red, puffy mound.  Even as her rump protested it's bruises being pressed into the hard acrylic of the tub when he picked up her legs to get underneath and clear up to her tail base, she knew she had to hurt more as she watched Harold's razor leave smooth skin behind it.

If Harold had been a little less careful, or even a little longer at his task, she would have orgasmed as his hand slid over completely denuded skin.  Ok, that does it, stand over here!”

Her bottom throbbed anew when he pulled her up from her sitting position, and even after months of Linda teaching her to not touch herself, she was barely able to resist the need to reach her paw down to bring herself over the edge.  She tried to distract herself by looking around, but as soon as her eyes landed on the broad, flat back of the bath brush, she decided it would be best to just watch Harold finish his own shaving, which he did with a huge grin;

“That should do it!  Now, let's get that bath ready!”

Carrie's eyes once again explored the bath brush that, in her mind, had seemed to grow from a three by four inch rectangle of smoothly polished half inch wood at the end of a two foot handle to a six foot long boat paddle.  Her body tingled and she actually peed a little when she loudly jumped across the point of no return  “I don't wanna take a bath!”

Harold, unaware that it had been previously arranged, looked at her in nervous confusion  “Carrie, I'm not sure...”

Suddenly, Linda was at the door  “Little girl, you will get in that tub right now!”

Carrie wasn't sure if she was about to explode or simply deflate like an improperly tied balloon as she sealed her painful fate  “No, it's too early!  I'm not...”

Her protest ended in a shriek as Linda sat on the rim of the tub and pulled her across her lap.  She didn't even notice the larger female grabbing the brush, but the searing pain that suddenly flared up on her left buttock, followed quickly by a similar burst on her right one, assured her that she had.  It took three more smacks before her body decided that it was time to start breathing again and loud, desperate wails of pain soon followed.

Harold once again watched in fascination as Carrie was beaten with the brush.  He knew his “Aunt” was capable of swinging it far harder than she was, but the constant barrage of the cruel instrument had his wife...little cousin...quickly reduced to howling cries of pain.  By the time his aunt decided Carrie had enough, she was a limp noodle that could barely stand on her own;

“In the bathtub, now!”

Carrie was crying so hard, she was half into hyperventilation, but, steadied by Linda's paw, slowly and painfully stepped into the tub and lowered herself to a squatting position.

“Sit down!  All the way!”

She howled anew as her hip bones smashed now heavily bruised muscle onto the hard bottom of the bathtub.

Linda handed the brush to Harold and indicated that he should use it according to manufacture's specifications on the still crying Husky.  He soaped and scrubbed every part of her that he could before making her stand back up on shaky legs to wash her lower half.  After giving her a good rinse with the remote shower, he helped her out of the tub.  She was still sobbing when Linda wrapped the towel around her to start drying.  Carrie found herself bent at the waist with her tail being raised high and a finger massaging her bruised rectum  “Harry, would you like to take care of something before your bath?”

Harry looked at the offered pucker then down at his nearly knotted shaft.  He was about to say that Carrie was in enough pain, but Linda had the look to her face that said she expected a show.

Carrie, being not quite as innocent as her role, instantly began to cry again, only to get admonished by Linda  “Oh, hush you!  If your going to be a little girl, this is one of two ways you're going to please your male, and the second one doesn't involve this either!”

She didn't need the hand rubbing across her cunny to know what Linda was saying, but it was there anyway, and Carrie couldn't believe how much she buzzed in response.

By then, Harold had himself coated in a generous layer of lube and was massaging some around Carrie's not-quite-virgin sphincter.  They'd done anal before and, after the initial pain, Carrie didn't exactly object to it, but never had the courage to let him do it again.

She moaned and whimpered as he pushed a heavily lubed finger in and massaged her inside and out until he was sure that she had a good coat of lube.  Satisfied, he moved closer, used his hand to line up and thrust forward as he pulled his finger out.

Carrie squealed like she'd been branded as a full half of Harold's generous cock filled her nether regions  “No, no!  Take it out, take it out!!”

She was once again reduced to incoherent sobbing as her muscles contracted around the intruder, trying in vain to push it out.  He was going to try wait until she was at least beginning to acclimatize herself to being penetrated there again, but her constant spasms were threatening to get him off, and he was sure that Linda was looking forward to seeing Carrie fully penetrated.

He rocked as lightly as he could, but had to occasionally thrust harder, both to get inside and to give Linda the show he knew she wanted.  He was nearly to his knot when it started to grow.  He panicked and tried to push harder, but Linda held him back  “Let's not knot her this time, we don't want to miss our show before going to bed.”

She did, however, instruct him to pull all the way out, wait for her to start contracting, then thrust back in several times.  She joked about not knowing what she liked better, the sound Carrie made when Harold yanked out, or the one she made when he thrust back in.  Harold held off as long as he could, but it didn't take long before he had to let loose inside her.

Linda indicated to Harold that he should stay in while she comforted the overwhelmed girl in her arms  “Keep that tail in the air, little girl.”

She squeezed and pulled at the bruised flesh around the penetrating member, enjoying the sight of the intrusion.  She never was much into being penetrated herself, unless one wanted to count deepthroat, but she loved watching other, especially smaller, females being mounted.  It surprised her that she waited this long to have Harry take Carrie anally, but she was glad she did.  Running her hand over that smooth belly while seeing her anus stretched wide would be incredible enough without having been given the opportunity to beat the tiny rump so thoroughly before witnessing it.

Finally, her hand ran over Harold's knot, knowledgeable fingers confirming all the clues that he was about to start deflating, and indicated that he should go again.

As he slowly started to hump again, Carrie's noises were far more pleasurable.  Moans and yips replaced the screams and crying as Harold picked up the pace, pulling nearly all the way out and sliding smoothly back in.  Knowing the kind of show that his Aunt Linda enjoyed, he just let Carrie get used to the rhythm before getting a good hold on her hips and pounding like he was trying to pop his knot in.

Carrie's vocalizations quickly became more dramatic and as they built toward desperate, Harold slowed back down to the slower strokes.  He didn't wait for Aunt Linda to tell him to start pulling out and slamming in, he did love to see Carrie's nether hole gape, but Linda was a bit disappointed that the tiny Husky was easily able to take her violator's girth now.

She indicated that Harold should let her finish, she really did want to be in front of the TV by Ten O' Clock to see the season finale, and started rubbing Carrie's little puff.  It felt nice, but she was looking forward to the day it tightened up to the point that a finger would feel large to her.  As it was, she still enjoyed her daughter's howls and moans as she was finally brought to orgasm, especially since Harold was able to properly pace himself to climax at the same time;

“Ah, such a lovely song, and you two sing it so well!  Harry, get your bath now, I'll take care of Carrie.”

Harold quickly moved to obey while Linda laid Carrie down on the floor and pulled the package of Pony Girl diapers out of it's bag.  “Really?  Overly juvenile diapers?”

Harold chuckled from the shower  “Really, Aunt Linda.  It was either that or the (supposedly) 'fool your friends' padded panties.  Besides, you know I need to use slightly juvenile 'young adult' diapers because we can't find night pants in my size, so she's not going to have 'big kid' underwear while I can't.”

Linda grinned as she cleaned up the mess Harold had made under Carrie's tail.  The amount of blood concerned her slightly, but it quickly disappeared from the wipes.  Carrie was beyond reaction as her middle became covered with softly padded, cutesy cartoon horses on a lavender background, but she did inwardly grumble that it was going to be difficult getting to sleep when she's used to sleeping naked.

Linda finished with a flourish and helped Carrie to her feet, then just picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom when it became obvious that her legs just weren't going to support her right now.  She sat on the couch and left Carrie in her lap;

“Are you alright, Carrie?”

Carrie snuggled in and nodded  “I think so.  My throat's a little sore, though; maybe we should have waited for the ice cream.”

She was rewarded with a hearty laugh  “You can't seriously have an appetite after all that!”

Carrie grinned  “Well, kinda!”

Linda couldn't stop feeling Carrie's smooth abdomen, nor help staring at where it disappeared under the tacky diaper.  Worst part was, she had to admit that Harold had chosen quite well  “If you're in the mood to eat something, let's start here.”

Linda pulled Carrie off of her lap and onto her back on the couch.  She then stood up and stepped onto the couch in order to lower her groin onto Carrie's muzzle.  Carrie stared at the perfect puff in disbelief.  Linda had never let her anywhere near it, always preferring to use her own methods to get herself off;

“Well?  It's not going to get itself off, you know.  Time to use that muzzle for something besides running up the grocery bill!”

She hesitated just a little longer, as she could see Harold just donning his own darker blue diaper with some kind of 'adventurer' theme to it.  She extended her tongue slowly, intending to time it's first contact with Harold's emergence.

“Whoa!  Holy sh...”

Both girls grinned at him, but Linda extended the invitation in a lustful voice “I think you should help, little boy.  Get to work!”

Carrie wouldn't have thought that it could be better, finally being allowed to eat out her mommy, but having Harold's tongue joining hers and battling for position achieved that.  They both knew what Linda liked and both strove to provide it.  Carrie had the added pleasure of claw and pad gently moving around her newly bared abdomen and patting her diaper.  The whole experience was one that already had her wanting more when Linda started screaming out her orgasm.  As both were well aware of her preferences, they retreated to clean their own muzzles of her juices and let her cool down on her own.  When she did, she simply turned around, pulled her children into her lap, and turned on the TV.

--Chapter--

Carrie woke from an odd dream to find that she really was peeing herself.  She didn't realize just how much she was crying about it until she realized that her mommy was comforting her and telling her it was alright, that was why she was wearing a diaper.

She was carried into the bathroom and cleaned up, then stood and watched Harold get the same treatment, then they went out to have breakfast.  It was all oddly normal, except that it hurt to sit, it hurt to walk and it pretty much hurt to just stand there.

The walk to work was interesting, to say the least, as was the morning.  She was walking into the bathroom for the third time when she was joined by one of the few in the office that she socialized with, a tall English Collie;

“Hi, Penny!  How have you been?”

Green eyes smiled back at her  “Not as well as you, apparently.”

Carrie blushed deeply.  She knew everyone had seen that something was up when she was mincing around, trying to walk with her knees and ankles without moving her hips.  She didn't normally squat on her chair either, or make three trips to the bathroom in the morning alone

The Collie grinned “So?  Tell me, what did you do?  Bondage?  Whips? Big bumpy strap on?  C'mon, you can tell Aunt Penny!”

Carrie grinned nervously  “Long hand spanking for being late followed by a beating with a bath brush when I wouldn't let my cousin give me my bath, then she let him take me anally before she put me in a diaper.  Oh, but first, Harold shaved his and my abdomens.”  She lifted her blouse to show the last.

Penny bustled her into the largest stall, Carrie wincing from the pain of the sudden movement, stood her up on the commode, lifted her blouse and pulled her skirt and panties down, completely baring her midsection.  Carrie didn't know what to do besides let it happen, so she stood there and let Penny feel her still smooth belly and explore the depth of her bruises.  Finally, the Collie pulled her skirt back up and pulled down her blouse.  Carrie painfully bent to lift her panties after Penny set her back on the floor and glanced up at something enticingly terrible.

Penny had bared her own middle to show a puff that had been stretched all out of proportion.  She turned and bent over to show Carrie how it sagged deeply down and pulled the flaps apart to show it's permanent dilation.  Carrie wanted to touch it, was more than a little afraid.  Of what, she wasn't sure.  Finally, Penny stood and pulled her close  “Thank you, I've always wanted to share that with someone else!  Tell you what, why don't you give me your...so she's your aunt?”

Carrie shook her head  “She's Harold's aunt, she's my momma.”

Penny grinned even brighter  “Give me your momma's number and I'll have my master call her.  If she's amenable, I've always wanted an audience, and we may be able to have a surprise for you!”

Carrie gave her the number and the two left to enjoy lunch together.

It was almost two weeks later that Linda informed her children that they had plans the next evening, so be home early if possible for super.

The large house was on the outskirts of town, fairly well secluded from most of the neighbors and main road.  As they pulled up and got out of Linda's car, Carrie and Harold were commanded to strip and leave their clothes in the car.  As soon as they were naked, Linda's followed;

“Master Gregory informed me that he prefers all that enter his dungeon to be unclothed as a sign of their acquiescence to his rules.  I understand them, but all you two need to know is that you do everything you are told to do and nothing that you aren't.  Understand?”

“Yes, Momma.”  “Yes, Aunt Linda” came the replies.

She indicated that they should walk in front of her and they approached the back door.  It opened before Linda had the chance to knock, revealing a handsome Bernese Mountain Dog that almost seemed to dwarf even Linda.  His deep baritone made both already nervously excited “kids” tingle;

“Welcome, Linda, and your family also!  I thank you for being so accepting of my rules, but you didn't have to leave your clothes in your car.”

Linda smiled wide  “I know, Master Gregory, but I decided it best to respect your entire property.”

“So, then, I will let you decide whether we take our snack inside or out.”

Linda smiled wide  “Absolutely out, Master Gregory, it would be a shame to waste such a wonderful evening!  Besides, it would be fun to watch the kids run a few times around your training course to earn their treats!”

They both grinned at Carrie, whom apparently hadn't noticed that she was excitedly bouncing at the prospect as Gregory answered Linda  “So, Linda, would you like to see tacky or non?  Actually, if you're going to be calling me Master Gregory, should I call you Mistress Linda?”

She beamed at him, but politely refused  “I'm just a simple mother, trying to raise a daughter and her nephew, Master Gregory, I deserve no such title.  Oh, and tacky, please.”

Gregory clapped twice and called for service before turning his attention back to Linda  “Would you like to do a bit of a trial apprenticeship?  You wouldn't necessarily have to submit to anything yourself if you didn't want to, you'd simply be having fun with my experienced slaves with me...supervising...just to make sure you don't go too far.”

He saw the question forming and held up a hand to forestall it  “Yes, I do, in fact, just want to watch you dominate.  You are one of the most beautiful females I've ever seen and I'm wasting no time in setting the ground work to make sure I get to see more of you.”

It was the first time Carrie had ever seen Linda blush, and it was quite impressive.  With a large grin, her mommy answered almost sheepishly  “I would absolutely love to perform for you, Master Gregory, and I may even like to get a small taste of what I'll be giving out.”

Gregory seemed to be blushing just a bit as he answered  “Even without your kids' astonished looks, I could tell how much of a compliment that is.”

By then, a servant had arrived, hands behind her back with the first tray, which was mainly beverages, held in front of her by supports clamped to her upper sets of nipples with pads painfully pressing against her lower sets.  After Gregory unclamped the tray, she was told to guide the kids through the training obstacle course before going back for the crackers, meat and cheese.

The two sat and enjoyed watching the friendly competition between the two.  It made it interesting that they each had their own fortes on the course, and victory was usually decided by how little one messed up on their weaker skills and whether or not the other could use the mistakes to their advantage.  They were both nicely worn out by the time the servant was instructed to remove the empty trays with the same painful device.

“Well done, kids!”  Gregory gave them both a big hug and ruffled their hair like a proud uncle  “Linda, if you would indulge me by carrying Carrie?  You two look wonderful together.”

She did so with pleasure  “You know, Master Gregory, I think I may even want to try on that tray carrier.  Oh, I know it's got to be even more painful than it looks, but nipple biting is definitely something I like to experience occasionally.  Isn't that right, kids?”

Both replied to the affirmative with wide grins

“I'll have the servant bring it down.  I think if you're curious, I have some lighter straps and paddles you can feel to get a bit of an idea of what they can feel like.”

Linda laughed  “Oh, trust me, Master Gregory, I still remember quite well how my father's paddle and strap felt like.  Actually, I still feel just a little guilty when I do something that I know he wouldn't approve of and don't feel them.”

Gregory opened a heavy door and they were treated to the sight of Penny straddling a sharply peaked horse.  There was a portable stock trapping her neck and wrists.  Her feet were twisting on the floor like she was trying to lift herself, but didn't have the strength.

“Linda, if you would take that seat over there, keep Carrie in your lap and Harold?  If you would please sit at attention feral style beside her?  Wonderful, thank you!”

Harold remained silent until Linda gave him a light slap on the head  “You're welcome Master Gregory!”

Gregory lowered the horse and Penny simply dropped along with it until the chains of the stock stopped her  “She's been here since eight this morning.  How do you feel, Penny?”  She simply screamed when he started slapping her bruised, drooping cunny  “That good, eh?  This is the first time she's ever rode a horse for longer than a couple of hours.  She wanted to give you a good show, though, so I decided this would be the best start.  Linda, if I could borrow Carrie for a moment?  Oh, what the heck, send Harold also, I think they'll both enjoy this!”

Both kids were by his side before he finished talking  He smiled down at the silent duo  “The proper response is 'At your service, Master Gregory!'”

They returned it earnestly

“Well done!  Now, I'll give you each one of these clamps.  See the lowest point of her cunny?”

They replied in unison  “Yes Master Gregory!”

“Good!  Now, I want you to put your clamp right there.”

Penny groaned and cried as they complied.  She made even more painful noises as they hung the weights off of them at Gregory's instruction

“Very good, kids!  Now, Penny, can you stand?  No?  Linda, be a dear and fetch that tall stool, please.  Thank you, position it right in front of her, now;”  He lowered the stock and Penny, bending at the middle to be supported by the stool, screamed as the weights changed their pressure on her tender genitals.  She found herself staring straight at Harold's fully erect shaft  “Since he's right there, you may as well take care of him first.  Make him last, nobody likes a quick blowjob.”

Penny didn't hesitate to obey, quickly engulfing him.  Even with her long Collie muzzle, she still had to deepthroat to get down to his sheath.

Carrie was guided behind her and a thick lube poured into her hand.  Gregory didn't have to make a sound for her to know what to do with it, so it took Penny completely by surprise as it started to enter her abused sex.

Carrie had to admit that she was more than entertained at the sound Penny made when she thrust her fist inside of her.  It was an odd feeling, but one she really liked, so she had her fun thrusting and twisting while Penny tried to focus on her job of giving Harold a properly good time.

“My dear, if you would, please?”

Both kids glanced over to see that Gregory had dressed Linda in thigh length boots and nearly shoulder length gloves.  Straps rose in a vee out of her groin to join a web around her body, the red color of her ensemble giving her ginger fur a golden hue.  He was handing her a large strap with one hand while the other indicated Penny's exposed back.

Carrie giggled  “You look amazing, Momma!”  Harold could only stare and nod

Linda thanked her children with a scratch and a kiss then brought the strap down hard in the small of Penny's back.  It was harder than she intended and far harder than the slave was ready for, so she dialed back for the next stripe across her shoulders.  That got the reaction she wanted, so she stayed consistent for next three or four.  That was all Harold could take and he exploded noisily into Penny's muzzle.

“Looks like he's going to need a nap!”  Came an amused baritone

Linda smiled back at him  “Don't worry, he recovers quickly!”

“Well, then, why don't you two change places?”

“Yes, Master Gregory!”  Carrie pulled her arm out and stared at the gaping hole it left behind while Gregory toweled most of the moisture out of her fur.  Harold was already standing by, so he let Carrie watch Penny stretch to accept his fist before guiding her around front.

Carrie was feeling more than a little shy, resisting just slightly as Gregory pushed her toward the Collie's messy muzzle.  Penny seemed a bit hesitant herself, and Gregory indicated to Linda that she should use the strap to encourage her.  I t only took a few hard swipes for Penny to forget her inhibitions and snake her tongue out to Carrie's puff.

Gregory stayed where he was and positioned Carrie's legs for optimum view, his hand gently scratching Carrie's posterior.  Confirming that Linda had a proper view of her daughter's molestation, he divided his attention between it and silently instructing Harold until he realized that the Husky just wasn't really enjoying himself like his cousin had;

“Just not the dominant aggressive type, are you Harold?”

“No, Master Gregory.  I'm sorry, Sir.”

He was answered by a warm smile  “No need to be sorry, if it's not your nature, it's just not your nature.  Come around here and see if a show if more your speed, that'll give your aunt more target area as well!”

He was handed the towel to wipe off his arm and found himself scratching Penny's head while trying to watch the whipping and her tongue snake around and inside Carrie's cunny at the same time.  It was quite the show, and he didn't realize just how much he was appreciating it.  When Carrie's orgasm finally came, his sex responded in sympathy to her screams and moans.

“That was an amazing show!  Wow, he does recover quickly!”

Linda grinned  “I told you. Master Gregory, just what is the largest thing that's been up here?”

By his slave's noises, he knew Linda was probably already four fingers deep, so he picked Carrie up and guided Harold around.  “I've only gotten my own hand up there once or twice, so be careful if you're going to try to include your thumb.  Four fingers, go ahead and pound away!”

Linda did just that, thrusting hard and fast with four fingers for several seconds, then slowing down and pushing and twisting with her thumb tucked in.  The whole time, Harold and Carrie watched and got more and more horny, Carrie's libido even more fueled by the occasional finger from the large hand cupping her bottom snaking between her legs.

Penny finally couldn't take anymore and climaxed long and hard.  Gregory set Carrie down, cleared everyone away and, using the strap that he had given Linda, laid several blistering stripes across the now begging for mercy Collie, then indicated that Linda should do the same.

“We're still working on the 'No orgasms until Master allows them' thing.”  He then pulled Penny back into a standing position, making her scream even more as the weights that were still attached to her sex changed their angle of pressure.  She yelped even louder when they were removed and replaced by a long, clear vacuum chamber.  The visiting trio stared in fascination as the already elongated puff seemed to draw out to fill nearly half of the long chamber.

“Now then, I believe we have a few things in store for the two of you!  Don't worry, it won't be nearly as bad as what we did to Penny!”

Carrie was, truth be told, just a little worried of what might be in store.  She knew they had hidden pills in her and Harold's “treats” when they were running the obstacle course, but she wasn't feeling at all affected by anything, and apparently neither was he.

They had gone back up into the Normal Suburbanite portion of the house where they met a smartly dressed Malamute named Kevin and were led into a large bathroom.  The two body waxing kits there explained why they weren't allowed to shave the past couple of weeks, and Linda got to work bathing and cleansing her kids' stubbly abdomens while Gregory prepared the wax.  There was a comfortable sitting area that they were led to, and Carrie was first to be strapped into position with legs widely splayed to fully expose her belly and nether regions.

“Linda, are you sure you don't want to do this?”

She gave an uncomfortable smile  “Positive, Master Gregory.  As a matter of fact, I think I may take my leave until you're done, if that's alright with you.”

He returned an understanding smile  “No problem at all, Linda.  Just get Kitchen Slave to set you up on the porch with an iced tea and we should be along shortly!”

Linda ruffled her kids' hair and admonished them to be good, reminding them that Master Gregory and Kevin had every right to spank them good if they disobeyed, and took her leave.

It wasn't long before Carrie felt the hot wax pouring over her skin.  It was just past the upper edge of uncomfortably hot and she whined as it spread across her sensitive belly.  When the fabric pressed into it and was quickly ripped off, she responded with a howling scream.  She outright cried when the second dose poured on and begged for mercy when she felt the hand press the fabric into the pool, but it didn't come.

Gregory worked slowly and in small patches, his practiced method leaving not a follicle behind as he worked his way down the Husky's belly toward her groin.  Carrie was already crying in earnest before the wax poured over her tingling, sensitive puff.  Her noises didn't change, but became more desperate as the pain became more intimate.  It didn't help that Gregory made no attempt to spare her most sensitive skin of the burning wax.

When he was done, Gregory indicated to Harold that he should comfort his sobbing cousin while Kevin went to get a couple other things.  He allowed enough time for Carrie to calm down before coming back;

“Now, Carrie, you were given;”  He looked at Harold  “Well, both of you, actually, were given hormonal pills that will inhibit the growth of your belly fur.  It should also make the rest of your fur finer and more puppyish.

“Harold, we can't really do much more to you, because Linda is afraid of losing this”  He grabbed a hold of the Husky's thick, fully erect shaft and gave it a shake, then turned to Carrie.

“For you, however, we have a cream that should eliminate your stretch marks entirely.  We also have an injection that will diminish your nipples and mammaries.”

Carrie pipped up  “I'll take them both, Uncle Kevin!”

Kevin grinned  “'Uncle,' I like that!

“There are possible side effects, though.  One strong possibility is sterility, which is why you'll have to sign this form acknowledging that the puppies you have had could be your last.  Actually, it's stretching the legality of it that your mammaries aren't overly pronounced, nor are your stretch marks incredibly visible, but I'm willing to push things if you are, and my supplier doesn't care, as long as he gets signed forms back to be forwarded to the government.”

Gregory chimed in from his vantage point  “It could also cause hypersexuality, which could be an issue since Linda said she planned on seriously limiting your sexual activities to what she decides to allow you.”

“The next thing is, it can also shrink this,”  Kevin rubbed his hand across her puff, eliciting a deep moan “But, if we use this cream and put it under vacuum for an hour or so, it will make it more pronounced.  The issue there would be that it also causes the birth canal to shrink significantly and...well, it doesn't deaden the nerves of your labia or reduce your libido, it just...changes the equation and requires...longer and more intense attentions for you to achieve orgasm.”

Carrie looked thoughtful for long moments  “Okay, so let me make sure I have this right.  If I take 'The Works,' I'll be a short, thin, fuzzy, bare bellied, flat bellied, tiny nippled nymphomaniac that can't orgasm without help, with a puff that looks like it needs grown into.”

Kevin thought for a second  “You forgot about the never having puppies again thing.”

She smiled back  “If I'm going to look like a puppy, why would I want to have more?”

Harold responded to the look Gregory sent his way  “I didn't fall in love with her to bear children, Uncle Gregory, I...well, she understands.”

Carrie explained while Gregory untied her hand to sign the forms.  “He fell in love with me because I look like Momma did as a puppy!”

Gregory grinned his understanding and tied her back down for what was next.  Kevin started with a generous application on the cream for her cunny, getting it as deep inside as he could with his long fingers, then smearing a large dollop on the outside.  Carrie gasped as the vacuum tube sucked the sensitive, very agitated flesh inside.  Next, she screamed and cried as Kevin pushed a hypodermic needle into each of her nipples twice, first injecting a small amount of viscous fluid, then filling the gland below with a thin liquid.  He finished up by gently massaging the last cream all over her belly , making sure to rub it especially deep wherever her stretch marks were.

Finally, he untied her and helped her to stand on shaky legs.  He made a silent gesture to Harold which was ignored, so he cleared his throat  “Harold, you're next.”

The Husky looked thoughtful, then his already erect member throbbed as he made his decision  “I don't think so, Uncle Kevin.”

He flashed a quick grin at Carrie's astonished look.  Harold always played the unquestioningly obedient when they were playing with Linda, almost obsessively trying to make her proud by not only following her every directive, but doing his best to anticipate her needs.

Gregory turned his most stern expression to him  “Harold, your aunt told you to obey us, and you heard her say I have the authority to take appropriate action if you don't.  Now get in that chair!”

Harold was literally shivering with excitement and a little fear when he shook his head once again  “No!”

As much as she loved watching the scene play out, big Bernese grabbing not-so-big Husky and bending him over, she loved to hate the feelings it caused in her still trapped cunny.

They remained standing, Gregory trapping Harold against his side and holding his hands underneath him  “Now, then, I suppose it's time to learn that 'Listen to me' means just that!”

The first smack landed hard enough on Harold's rump to elicit a sharp yip.  The second fell right on top of the first, with similar results.  Carrie watched as the large white hand continued to slowly slap twice on one side, twice on the other.  Harold was soon lifting his hind paws and his tail swung to protect from the stinging blows as he tried to resist the building burn.  As soon as the tail came out from between his legs, Gregory landed a hard blow just above it, causing it to curl upwards so tightly that he was able to land two slaps directly to Harold's seating area before it dropped back down.  After that, he quickly reduced the Husky to tears as his hand roamed all over the black and white furred rump, tail always just too late to protect it from the firm slaps.

When he decided Harold had almost had enough, he stopped and lightly scratched at the hot flesh  “Now then, Harold, do we understand the importance of OBEDIENCE?”  “Obedience” was punctuated by a hard slap, delivered right where it counts the most.

“Yes, Master Gregory”   Came the sobbing reply

Gregory waited for the tail to untuck and start it's random waving again  “Then, I can trust that you will OBEY me at all times from now on?”

Again, “Obey” was accompanied by a hard slap, right where Harold would have to sit on it.  Again, Harold desperately promised obedience.

His tail was staying firmly tucked this time, so Gregory started his question with a slap above it, eliciting the desired response.  He took advantage of it as predicted. “GOOD, OBEDIENCE is what I need from you, so OBEDIENCE is what I'll get!”

The lecture went on for a couple more minutes, “obedience” being the primary topic, and a hard stinging slap landing somewhere on Harold's posterior every time it was mentioned to punctuate it's importance.  It ended shortly after Harold started jerking and spasming;

Gregory spoke up  “Carrie, Dear, if you would bring that towel, please?”

Apparently, Gregory had been doing something else with the hand that held Harold's wrists, and Harold had made quite the mess.  She brought whatever was needed to clean himself, Harold and the floor up, and by the time they were finished, Harold had calmed down.  With a lick to the forehead, Gregory placed the now acquiescent Husky on the chair where he was secured with the occasional wince and whine.

She was a little glad to see that Harold wasn't taking his waxing much, if any, better than she had taken hers.  She had thought herself to be more than a little of a crybaby, but by his reactions to the burning liquid and having his fur forcibly ripped from his sensitive belly, she must have been perfectly justified in her carrying on.

Gregory decided to give them both a bath when the waxing was completed, and by the time they were done, it was time to remove the glass vacuum tube from Carrie's puff.  She sucked in a breath as the pressure released and a bit of tingle settled in.  When Gregory ran a hand over it, she yelped and moaned.  It was so sensitive that it was nearly unbearable to have him blow on it!

He shooed them out the door and he and Kevin enjoyed a good laugh watching them walking down the steps, Harold trying to walk only with his knees and ankles to keep from aggravating the bruises on his rump and Carrie swaying splay legged trying to not jiggle her now very pronounced puff.

They walked out of the house to find that Linda had shed her costume and was laying splay legged on her back, belly exposed to the gentle rays of evening sun.  Carrie got on all fours and stalked up to her, only to be grabbed in a big hug as she was about to pounce.  She screamed and giggled as she was play-bitten and gently ruffed up by her momma before being thrown over the large shoulder and carried back to the porch.

“They look marvelous, Master Gregory!  And Kevin, please tell me that her nipples and cunny will stay as sensitive!.”

A smile lit the large male's face  “Oh, absolutely!  She decided on one of everything, so I gave her extra doses, just to make sure.  The only thing is, to keep her so pronounced down below, you'll have to apply the cream and vacuum every few nights for at least a couple of weeks.  If you really want to go all the way, we should also give her one more breast treatment next Friday.”

Gregory motioned them back inside.  Kevin begged off, but the rest followed him back to the dungeon where Penny was looking considerably more alert, but also more miserable.  Her angry red cunny was filling considerably more of the glass tube than when they left, but Gregory gave it a few more pumps before handing the kids more clamps and weights that they were instructed to hang off of her nipples.

Again, he handed Linda an instrument of pain, this time a multi-tailed lash, and delighted in watching her use it before walking around and affixing a smaller harness around her waist and over her groin.  It had a large prosthetic attached to it which he generously lubed  “It may take a little practice, but you should be able to figure out how to move so that the nubs inside the harness stimulate you as much or as little as you desire.”

Linda moved closer behind the bound Collie and lined up with the one available hole.  The kids watched from down below as the bumps and ridges disappeared inside the helpless body.  It seemed to go in easily, but Penny still screamed and yelped as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her bowels.  Linda took it straight to the hilt and started an inconsistent pounding of the desperate Collie.  She varied the speed, stroke and intensity so often that her victim had no chance of getting used to how she was being used.  All the while, the chains and weights hanging off of her nipples jangled with every thrust.  Linda was having so much fun making the slave produce such odd noises that she really didn't realize just how close to orgasm she was until it gripped her body.  After she pulled out, both Carrie and Harold took turns inserting their fists where Linda's prosthetic had left a bruised, gaping hole.

Finally, Gregory reached down and removed the glass tube from her cunny, eliciting a reaction that nearly made the slave pass out.  It didn't make it any better that both kids, and Linda too, had to get their feel of the oddly inflated flesh of her labia.  Gregory let it go on until he was sure the slave couldn't take any more.  Removing her nipple clamps, he guided her over to a cage in the corner of the basement dungeon where he locked her in for the night.

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