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The Replacement Pet - Puppy-girl Erotica Part 2 (Amelia Stark)

The Replacement Pet - Puppy-girl Erotica Part 2 by Amelia Stark

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Emma was given a choice. A spell in a mental clinic to treat her secret desires or face them head on and become a Puppy-girl for the summer holiday. Thinking it would involve a spell in her neighbour’s garden, she agreed to the later. However, the residents of the private estate had other plans. The group were all members of the ‘All Life Society’, fanatics who believed in sexual freedom. Doctor Stevens decided to take advantage of Emma’s Puppy fetish and start an ambitious trial where the young woman would be joined by two Puppy-boys – lads who had upset the ALS.
When Emma is fitted with her new pelt and discovers what it entails, the full enormity of her choice hits home.
David, a young fitness, sex and relationship trainer, is brought onto the estate to coach the female residents and control the three pets. He soon gets into hot water when he oversteps his remit. The full force of the society is brought to bear when they decide his sexual urges need controlling in a similar manner to the Puppy-boys. This book contains descriptions of explicit sex acts, punishments and deviant behaviour. It is therefore only suitable for mature readers above the age of 18

Product type: EBook    Published by: Amelia Stark's Erotica     Published: 5 / 2018

No. words: 33419

Style: Sex Slavery / Training, Male Dom - M/F

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1. Emma – A Stranger arrives.

Before the Bancroft residents decided to subjugate me, I was unaware of any hostility toward me from the other adults on the small estate. I had a difficult relationship with my step-mother, Audrey, and her daughter, Olivia, but the other four home owners were always pleasant and welcoming.
I was partially to blame for my ‘blindness’, for I led a solitary life, either at school, or overdosing on social media. Unbeknownst to me I was living among a group of people who belonged to a cult – the ‘All Life Society’. So much was going on around me that I hadn’t noticed, and when I did, it was too late.
The small gated community, with its five large detached houses, was originally built for important politicians, but when posterity kicked in, the houses were sold to the general public. The estate was surrounded by a small forest and a security fence, which was high enough to keep out anyone but the most determined intruders.
There were only five children in the close. Olivia and I lived at number 3, at the end of the short road. Reverend Thomas Williams, who lived at number two, had twin girls; and the Nakamuras, at number 5, had a 19-year-old son, Hisao. He was in Japan to further his education.
Doctor John Stevens, who was supervising my treatment, lived at number one with his girlfriend, Tracy. They worked together at the Highbrow Medical Clinic, which was in fact a private mental institute. Audrey’s plan all along was to have me sectioned and locked away in the private clinic.
However, due to unexpected circumstances, she was outvoted by the cult. They decided there was an alternative and when given the choice, I opted to become their pet Puppy-girl for the summer holidays. The choice, as I saw it, was between eight weeks of humiliation in the garden, or spending an indefinite amount of time drugged and locked in a padded cell. If I wasn’t crazy going in, I sure as hell would have been after the proposed 6 months stay.
Jack Carrick lived at number 4, and because he was losing his pet Great Dane, Lady, he came up with the idea to replace her with me. It was a form of punishment for my awful behavior and, I thought at first, far more palatable than being committed to a mental hospital.
The William’s twins never liked me. I preferred Charity to her sister, Grace, who had a mean streak and could be really bitchy. The healthy sized black girls befriended Olivia, who was two sizes bigger than me – one of the reasons she disliked me. So, the trio were delighted when they found out about my new Puppy-girl status.
Having spent the night in the cage and a shameful hour in the reverend’s congregation hall, Charity volunteered to take me back to my cage and feed me.
I wondered why she was so keen and soon discovered her motive. When we arrived at the cage, which was halfway down the garden, she lowered her panties and dropped to her hands and knees. Aping what she had seen on the video - me crawling around naked in Jack’s house - she demanded I perform oral sex on her, from the rear.
Knowing what I like when I masturbate, I was able to satisfy her carnal demands and trigger a prolonged orgasm. Once she had recovered, she crawled away from me, got to her feet and pulled her knickers up.
“So that’s what it feels like to be an animal,” she said with a shrug of the shoulders.
There were no thanks, or kind words. She went to the cool box for a can of dog food and emptied it into the bowl. A bottle of water filled the second bowl. I sat and watched her sprinkle a couple of spoons of powder on the pile of brown cold meat and mix it together. She then fetched the riding crop from the pile of knickknacks, which they thought might come in handy to look after me.
“Bitch,” she said, pointing the whip at the food. “Come and eat your lunch…”
She was acting out of character, obviously emboldened by my willingness to serve her orally. She had also been present when my step-mother told the girls to forget I was human and treat me like the dog I had become.
I trotted over to the bowls, dropped my shoulders and started nibbling the pile of meaty chunks in jelly. Charity sat down on the grass, cross legged, with her plate of food and began eating a sausage roll. She probably didn’t realize how cruel she was behaving.
The food tasted awful. It was my second bowl of the day, having been made to eat a whole can in the morning by Charity’s father, Reverend Williams. That wasn’t the only thing he made me do. He had gotten up before his family, so they wouldn’t see him wander down the garden to my cage, dressed only in his bathrobe.
He brought the picnic box full of food and water, but before he fed me the main course I had to devour the starter – his enormous black cock. Then, having stretched my throat, he interrupted my meal by kneeling behind me and shafting me for the second time.
My posterior was uncomfortable in every respect. I could cope with sore orifices, but where my clitoral flesh had been clamped and the sensitive valley between my cheeks, beaten, the pain was incessant.
Naked, bar the restraints, I was completely at the mercy of the Bancroft residents. With my hands wrapped in leather mitts, I was unable to pick anything up, which really frustrated me. The leather straps that bound my legs together, and the control collar restricting me to animal noises, ensured I had to crawl around and bark like a dog.
I glanced up every now and again to watch Charity eating her plate of delicious looking pastries. Sitting cross legged, right in front of me, Charity suddenly lifted her plate and flashed the tight gusset of her white panties, shamelessly. What she didn’t realize – and I could see – was that when she encouraged me to nuzzle her pussy earlier, I had left a black line from the ink the girls put on my nose.
It was evidence that I had been poking my nose where it shouldn’t be and could get us both into serious trouble with her mother, Joy. The overweight woman had a volatile temperament and I feared her more than my own vile step-mother. Even before the trouble she regularly chastised me and her own daughters at bible classes.
I began to struggle with about a third of the food left in the bowl. My tummy was rumbling, not because it was empty, but because the disgusting food was disagreeing with my bowels. I needed a break, so I sat up.
“Ruff, ruff,” I barked softly and rubbed my tummy.
“What’s the matter, girl. Need a wee, or a poo?”
That sounded like a good excuse. “Ruff!”
“Go on, then, but don’t take long…”
Thankfully, the teenager was content to sit and continue eating her food, while keeping an eye on me from a distance. I trotted slowly toward the compost heap, which was situated in the back corner of the garden. I had no protection for my knees and my hands were useless because of the leather mittens. I was okay crawling on grass, but was looking forward to the promised suit, which would hopefully give my knees some protection.
The leather straps binding my shins to my thighs were way too tight, but when I sat on my heels they loosened a little. When I arrived at the compost heap, I had to back up and spread my knees, so I didn’t pee or shit on myself. I took my time and managed to squeeze a couple of large turds out, then rubbed my ass on the grass to clean it.
Even before I set off on the return journey, I spotted a group of people walking up the garden, heading for my cage. Thinking that I might be in trouble, I hurried back, but they were already talking to Charity when I arrived.
Audrey and Jack were with Grace and a young man I had seen before at one or two of the Reverend’s evening meetings. However, he had never spoken to me, so I didn’t know who he was, or where he fitted in with the All Life Society. One thing was certain – he was a member of the cult, otherwise they wouldn’t let him near me.
Charity looked pleased to see him. “Hello, David, I didn’t know you were coming today.”
“Hi, Charity. You look lovely today. The good news is that you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me from now on.” He looked down at me as he was talking to the twin.
“That’s great, David.” The teenager was acting as though she had a thing for the young man. “Are you staying this afternoon?” she asked.
Yes, I’ve moved into Jack’s house. Jack and Audrey have been showing me around. I’m going to be organizing your fitness routines from the house. The equipment was moved in this morning.”
Jack stepped forward. “Well, here she is, Dave. What do you think of our new pet?”
Audrey stepped in and wagged her finger at me. “Emma, sit!”
I was standing on all fours facing the group, so I sat back on my heels and opened my thighs. I felt a hot flush spread throughout my body as he examined my underdeveloped teen tits, as well as my denuded mons and pussy. He came forward and hunkered down for a closer look.
In the spread position the whole of my convex vulva and its thick line of clitoral flesh was visible.
“She’s scrawny…” was his first comment.
I was thin compared to the twins and Audrey’s daughter Olivia.
“We’re taking care of that, Dave.” She shook her finger at me again. “Bitch, give him a paw, show David you’re pleased to see him.”
He took my offered mitt and shook it. “She definitely needs the pelt you were telling me about,” he said after releasing my hand. “Does she do any tricks?”
Tall and slim, the young man, I guessed, was in his late twenties. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a sky-blue polo shirt. His light brown hair, blue eyes and smooth features gave him a Scandinavian appearance.
Jack shook his head. “Not yet.” He clapped his hands. “Emma, get down and roll onto your back.”
There was silence as I dropped to my paws, hunkered down and rolled onto my side. The final part of the roll, onto my back, was the most difficult, not physically, but mentally, because the group were watching my every move. As soon as I was on my back David hunkered down beside me.
I didn’t know whether to open my thighs, or close them, so I parted them a little. The twins grinned at my lewd presentation, while Audrey watched smugly, obviously pleased to see me behaving like an animal. The ironic thing was that I had a bird’s eye view of their panties from my lowly position on the grass. Audrey’s were made from fancy pink lace, while the twins were wearing bog standard plain cotton white.
“Go on, rub her belly, Dave,” my step-mother urged the young man. “It doesn’t take much to get the bitch excited.”
He reached out and brusquely ran his hands back and forth from my mons to my tits. “There’s a good girl,” he said softly as he rubbed my modest breasts and bullet hard nipples.
With my hands by my shoulders he had free rein to stroke the whole of my torso.
“The bitch’s libido is out of control,” Audrey pointed out.
He looked from my tits to my sex. “Yes, her nipples are stiff… and her labia and clitoral flesh look swollen.”
I wondered what his qualifications were and whether he had some medical knowledge.
“Doctor Stevens applied some cream on her sex that was supposed to reduce her filthy habit, but it doesn’t appear to be working.” She knew it wore off within hours so was exaggerating the effect.
“Let’s take a look,” he muttered.
The young man slipped his hand down to my mons, then slid his fingers into my slimy furrows. I stifled a moan as he rubbed his digits back and forth along my hot sex. I slowly opened my thighs to make it easier to rub my pussy. Audrey thought she was shaming me. It was embarrassing, but I was horny and liked what he was doing.
The look on Jack’s face suggested that he was jealous of David touching my sex. He was trying to ignore the visual treat, while the twins gawked, wide eyed, seeing the young man masturbate me.
My step-mother was demonstrating to Jack, the young man, and the twins, the power she held over me. I was certain that Audrey and the other three women in the close had come up with a plan to stop their men from messing with me. I guessed that they had brought David in, so they had someone to keep an eye on me.
Having entered my succulence with two fingers, I was disappointed when he pulled them out and withdrew his hand.
He held it up to show Audrey his glistening digits. “Whatever the doctor applied, isn’t working.”

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Amelia was born in Hertfordshire, England, and now lives in a beautiful country setting in the midlands. Working from a small cosy office and with only the occasional company of her pet cat, Amelia weaves her stories, morning, noon and night. She entered the literary world on a notion that she could write more interesting stories than she was reading; and thinks she has succeeded in her goal. An avid reader of BDSM, erotica, horror, science fiction and detective novels, Amelia is determined to bring some or all of these subjects into her own work and hopefully thrill her readers.
All of her work belongs in the BDSM category, but she has written in a wide variety of niches such as Urban, Interracial, Pony-girl, Puppy-girl, thriller and adventure. Her most popular books to date are the Hijack series (3 books), the Frisky series (3 books), the Husni series (9 books) and the Caged & Transported series (8 books/4 compendiums); but there are many more in the library to choose from. 45+
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Amelia Stark's Erotica is a Publisher of BDSM and Erotica stories. All the work is written by Amelia stark, although her work is split between 4 pseudonyms. Her own, Tor Melati, Laura Sinn and Tabatha Wild.

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