Rich Bitch

Story by bondagepup on SoFurry

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Adult Content Ahead!This Story Includes:

Bondage

Messy Diapers

Humiliation

Abuse

Pet Play

Asshole Rimming

Slut ShamingFollowing Parts To This Story Will Also Contain:

Messy Diapers

Non-Consensual Butt Sex Punishment

Oral Strapon Cleaning

Itching Powder

Enemas

More Spanking

Forced Piss Drinking

SpankingIcyHot Torture

Unwanted Fondling

Pubic Hair Removal

Abuse/Slapping

Force Feeding

Mouth Soaping

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Princess the poodle was a spoiled-rotten socialite who was accustomed to the finer things in life. However, when her rich husband grows tired of her constant verbal abuse and her cheating ways, he sends away for some unorthodox rehabilitation.

Plenty of lesbian cruelty to go around in this story. So if you like to see strong women abusing and tormenting a prissy little weakling, then this should be right up your alley.

==========================================Cast of Characters:Princess - Spoiled Poodle bitch. Unwilling victim of Miss Fifi's rehab program.Miss Fifi - Big fat Basset Hound mama. Specializes in the training of baby slaves. One cold bitch.Marzipan - Brutal Clydesdale. Dominatrix. Dyke. Absolute night-mare (yuk yuk).


The following is a work of fiction that includes: age play, pet play, diapers, bondage, humiliation, domination, sadism, slut shamming, non-consensual sexual acts such as rimming, and very light scat content which includes descriptions of feces. Unless that lists sounds appealing to you, I suggest you stop reading now. Continue at your own risk.

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Fifi tilted her head back and finished her third glass of wine, then immediately reached for the bottle and poured herself another. She had often joked that the only benefit of her stocky basset hound figure was the unladylike tolerance for alcohol that came with it. This actually came in quite handy though, as she'd often have quite a bit of time to kill while she waited for Marzipan, with her gargantuan appetite, to finish up the rest of the food on the table. Not that this bothered her, rather it gave her plenty of time to relax, drink copious amounts of wine, and plan out the rest of the evening's activities.

It had been so long since Fifi and Marz had enjoyed the company of an unwilling guest. For months it had been a steady stream of regulars stopping in for a few days here and there to get a taste of the good life: diapers, bondage, spankings, and all the other silly baby bullshit that went with it. Sure they paid the bills, but Fifi preferred it her when her playthings fought back. It always made things so much more interesting, and in this regard she had not yet been disappointed with her new pet.

A new bitch had been plopped into their laps, a young twenty-something petite poodle bitch, complete with a _very_upscale continental cut. She had been sent to stay with them for a little vacation, but it wouldn't be all fun and games; this was definitely going to be a learning experience she wouldn't forget. Apparently, this young woman had been a little too loose with her husband's hard earned cash, and the wimpy bastard finally grew a spine. However, as he put it, there was no reasoning with his wife; she had become incredibly stuck-up and narcissistic ever since they were married. Every time he tried to talk his wife about her frivolous shopping sprees, she would get very indignant, explaining that she was a luxurious woman and therefore required luxurious things to keep her happy. Any mention of cutting off her allowance only made things worse. Her tantrums, he said, were legendary among the house staff. She would storm through the house, violently "redecorating" anything that wasn't nailed down, cussing out her poor hubby, and threatening any of the house staff that got in her way. Appropriately, upon her delivery, "Princess" was the only name she was left with.

Though, what's worse, there were rumors going around that her wallet wasn't the only thing that was loose, and that's probably what put her hubby over the edge. He hadn't gotten his dick wet in months and suspected she was trying to goad him into a divorce so she could acquire a chunk of his wealth for her own before moving on to the next chump. For him, it was one thing to share his money, but he wouldn't share her. Meaning that he was either a hopeless romantic, or a very devout business man who couldn't stand to see his massive investment in this woman squandered.

Whatever his motivation, the gutless fool dropped his extravagant cunt of a wife off a few nights ago along with a briefcase of cash and a promise of more to come if necessary. Of course, his sharp-tongued companion realized right away that she wasn't at the upscale cocktail party he promised, but alas, it was already too late for her. As soon as she walked into the house, the front door was locked, and Marzipan dragged her back to the nursery kicking and screaming while Fifi accepted the down payment. The exchange took only a few minutes, having worked the details out weeks in advance. In no time the hubby was headed home in his limo, leaving his Princess in the grip of two sadistic dominatrixes with instructions to do "whatever it takes" to teach her some respect and turn her into a decent wife.

As you might expect, Fifi was more than willing to take on the challenge, both for the generous payment and for her own personal enjoyment. Of course, she didn't know anything about crafting the perfect wife; her specialty was general slave training, baby slave training to be more specific. Nonetheless, she was confident that hubby would be pleased with his bride's transformation.

Admittedly, progress was slow at first. This prim and proper poodle proved to be a remarkably tough nut to crack, but that didn't deter Fifi in the slightest. On the contrary, it only made the game so much more exciting for her. Even as she waited patiently for Marz to finish off the last of the Caesar salad, she was plotting the most degrading ways to tear that haughty bitch down off her high-horse. Oh, how she looked forward to crushing that rich skank's unwarranted sense of superiority, and if she couldn't do it mentally, then she'd happily settle for a more physical approach.

Physical discipline was Marzipan's specialty of course, being a big, tough Clydesdale. On the rare occasion that Fifi found herself too exasperated with one of her "kids," she could always count on Marz to step in and get the job done through brute strength alone. After all, nothing reminded the little bastards who was truly in control like a nice rough ass fucking.

Fifi, on the other hand, preferred mind games. Once she had her prey properly restrained, she just had to wait until nature took its course. When their little tummies rumbled, Fifi might make them suck down a bottle of her warm golden nectar before rewarding them with some tasty baby food. Then later, when they finally had no choice but to give in and actually use their diapers like a real baby, she made them beg for a change. Naturally, she gleefully shamed her little playthings relentlessly throughout the entire ordeal, making them feel as helpless as an insect in a spider's web. For some reason, it just seemed so much more humiliating and degrading when they had to beg her for "motherly assistance" after they had knowingly been forced to mess their pants. Easier still, if one of her tykes happened to be particularly stubborn, a few days of neglect usually straightened the brat out and she didn't even have to lift a finger. Princess had learned this first hand over the last few days and she was obviously starting to crack, but Fifi considered it just a warm up in her case.

As her blood alcohol level grew, so did Fifi's mental to do list. She had been trying to break the new girl through persistence alone, but now she was ready to get her hands dirty. There were already a thousand ways to make the snobby little bitch squeal for her mother, and Fifi was itching to try a few new ideas tonight if she could ever pry Marz away from the dinner table.

"Done?" asked Fifi plainly, noticing that Marzipan had finally emptied the salad bowl in front of her.

"I suppose," replied the insatiable mare as she looked into her sad empty bowl before glancing up at Fifi and giving her a playful smile. "What do you want to do now?"

Suddenly, a sly little smirk appeared on Fifi's lips to match Marzipan's. "Dinner sure was delicious tonight. Too bad we don't have any scraps left over for our new puppy," she said, raising her voice so that everyone could hear. Right on cue, the shrill cry of their new pet emanated from the living room. Fifi's smirk to broaden into a full blow grin as she wondered if tonight would be the night they finally broke the new girl.

The bitch had put up an impressive fight up to this point, but it was obvious her resolve was wearing thin. Two nights ago, when she first arrived, she was quite a ferocious little poodle: spiting, shrieking, kicking, scratching, and biting. Nonetheless, Fifi and Marzipan still managed to get her muzzled and locked into a straight jacket in the end. It slowed her down, yes, but it didn't take all the wind out of her sails. She still managed to spit out every morsel of food that Fifi tried to force down her throat, cussing and doling out threats of legal comeuppance at each spoonful. Of course, it would be her fussy eating habits that brought about her downfall. Fifi, quite offended that this prissy, stuck up cunt thought she was too good to eat her food, decided to put the sweet little Princess on an involuntary hunger strike.

As you can imagine, Forty-eight hours without anything to eat or drink had started to smooth-out the bitch's rough attitude. In fact, Princess had been ready cooperate for the better part of the day, having finally come to the conclusion that she might not survive long enough to escape if she didn't play by her owner's new rules. As insane as this whole situation was, with the nursery and the diapers, she was in no position to be rebellious. Unfortunately for Princess, her pitiless mistress didn't seem to pay her any mind. All day, Fifi ignored the pathetic pooch's submissive little whines for attention each time she walked by her cage, leaving her to starve in solitude with only the stink of her own soiled diaper to keep her company.

"Do you think she wants something?" replied Marzipan sarcastically, also raising her voice in the hopes that she might be heard over the dramatic sobbing pouring in from the doorway.

Finishing her last glass of wine, Fifi stood up and motioned toward the living room. "Let's go see if she's ready to do some tricks for us?"

Sure enough, the little whore's howling quieted as she felt heard heavy footsteps approaching the cage. She had been desperate to convey her sorrows a moment ago, but now she was terrified that her insolence may have earned her another round with the belt. Her luxurious new leather blindfold made it impossible to know what was coming, and the attached bone-shaped gag made it near impossible to express her willingness to cooperate. It had been days since she'd gotten anything to eat or drink and she couldn't afford to cross her ruthless captors again. She was ready to do whatever it took, anything for a meal. Though, starving as she was, she would have been just as happy to get out of the inhumanely small dog cage she had been sentenced to. Having been forced to kneel with her head down for nearly the entire day, her knees and back burned like hell, and the arm binder she'd been cinched into since dawn made her shoulders ache and throb. She feared that another day of this treatment might very well kill her.

"What was all that noise about? You really are an annoying little shit, you know that?" scolded Fifi. "When I stick a gag in your mouth, it means you're to be seen and not heard. Keep it up and you might find yourself kenneled out in the backyard until you learn some manners. Don't think you'll like it though; it's really cold out tonight and you're not exactly dressed for the weather you know."

The terrified poodle bitch went silent, there was nearly a foot of snow on the ground outside and she had no interest in freezing to death in a frigid dog house, all alone in nothing but a diaper. Tears ran out from under her blindfold as she shook with fear, struggling to hold back another wave of muffled sobs in the hopes of appeasing the merciless matriarch. Fortunately, this gesture would sway Fifi much more than any appeal to her sense of decency would.

Though, delighted as she was at the sight of her new shaved plaything quivering pathetically, Fifi had grown bored without the sounds of misery to keep her entertained. She cocked a devilish smile and looked over at Marzipan who had been, thus far, been watching silently with her arms crossed. Sure, the new bitch was ready to play along, but she still had to learn her place in the house. Their poor little Princess would shed plenty more tears before the end of the night.

Wham! Fifi blasted the front of the steel dog cage with her slipper-clad foot, literally startling the piss out of her blindfolded victim. Unable to hold back, the traumatized bitch resumed her pathetic blubbering as she attempted to grunt out a frantic apology through the thick rubber bone gag strapped in her mouth. She just wanted out of this cage, out of this diaper, and out of this goddamn house. No longer worried about maintaining her dignity or pride, she would beg, plead, and bargain with anyone who would listen, even if she couldn't actually _see_who was in the room. Although, she could easily identify the two women standing around the cage at this point, just from the wicked unabated laughter that followed her request for forgiveness.

Once the merriment finally ended, Fifi continued belittling and ridiculing the helpless bitch as she kneeled before her in her bondage. "You're just a scared puppy, aren't you? Should Miss Fifi let you out of that cramped little cage and change you out of that messy diaper? You certainly smell like you need a change, Princess. In fact, I've had the pleasure of smelling your shitty diaper all day and frankly it's starting to give me a headache. Marzipan, get Princess Stinky Pants out of that cage, think she's ready to be a good girl for us."

Metal scraping against metal was the only reply as Marz slid the cage's locking mechanism open. No sooner did Princess hear the squeak of the door open than she felt powerful hands grab onto her collar and begin yanking her forward by her neck. She struggled to crawl fast enough to keep up, but with her arms encased behind her back in an arm binder, she could only scoot along on her aching knees with her bulging diaper bringing up the rear. Inevitably, she fell flat on her chest, earning her a few choice words from the impatient mare as she was "helped" up to her paws by her neck.

"Where are all your fancy clothes now?" asked Fifi as she observed the malnourished poodle's quivering naked body. She was certainly fashionable; most of her body was shaved, exposing her pinkish skin and her scrawny little bone structure. She looked delicate to say the least. "I wish your man could see you like this. You think he'd even help you?"

Princess hung her head in shame as she thought about what a horrible bitch she had been. She couldn't imagine either her husband or and of her boyfriends would want her back now, why would they? She just wanted to disappear, but unfortunately she was stuck in Fifi's living room and there was no way she'd be "disappearing" anytime soon, at least not until Fifi had her fun.

"Let's get this thing off so you can see what a wretches piece of scrawny shit you are," sneered Fifi as she unbuckled the supple leather blindfold from the leather harness strapped around Princess' narrow muzzle. "Now get a good look at yourself, you dirty little animal."

Princess started by looking down at her front, praying they hadn't left any marks on her perfect skin since the blindfold went on. Thankfully, she was still unmarred, but seeing the bulging plastic panties padlocked around her waist filled her with disgust, and now that she was finally allowed to stand, she could really feel how heavy and full her diaper had gotten. She had been locked into this particulate diaper since the day before, and considering it was getting late in the evening now, it had received multiple wetting in addition to the massive enema she had received at the time of her diapering. From the way the back of her diaper drooped, it was safe to say she was in need of a change before she suffered some serious leaks.

Looking up, she saw both Fifi and Marzipan staring at her, arms crossed, with wicked grins on their arrogant faces. This is normally when she would try to fight back and tell them both to get their fucking eyes off of her, but this time, instead of getting angry, she just felt like an insignificant little plaything. It was plain to see that her pain and sorrow brought them nothing but amusement and she finally realized that fighting back would only result in more enemas and less food. She began to whine like a hurt puppy. Not because she was trying to deceive her captors, but because she was sincerely begging for a second chance.

Placing her hand gingerly under the frightened bitch's muzzle, Fifi lifted Princess' head looked right into her eyes. "Listen, I've already put up with too much shit from you, and you're one fuck-up away from ending up chained to the toilet for some serious hard time. You better do everything we tell you from now on, understand? You're name is Princess Stinky Pants and don't you forget it. Otherwise, I'll let Marzipan here take you for her own. The only reason she hasn't fucked you into oblivion is because of me. Piss me off again and I'll let her ride your crap-hole until you _need_diapers."

Princess nodded her head obediently. She couldn't imagine things getting any worse for her, so what did she have to lose? If she didn't eat what they gave her, she wouldn't get to eat. If she didn't use her diaper willingly, they could force her to. She was weak and she was helpless, her new owners had made that very clear.

"Marzipan, dear, could you please take our little chew toy into the bathroom, something tells me we're going to need to hose this messy crybaby off."

"Alright, c'mon," ordered Marz as she walked over and grabbed Princess firmly by the back of her neck, eliciting a squeak from the frightened pooch. With minimal effort, she was able to steer the petite woman down the hall toward the bathroom. Fifi, on the other hand, took a moment to grab a treat for her new pet and slip it into her apron pocket before she followed the pair, entering the bathroom last and closing the door behind them.

"Take her over to the showers, it's time to give this puppy a bath," barked the eager hound, leaving her slippers next to the door before joining the girls over by the showers. The bathroom was divided into two halves, one half included the toilet, sink, mirrors, and other accoutrements which you'd expect to find in the bathroom of any home. Though, the other half was more like a locker room with three separate shower heads mounted on the wall, all of which shared one large drain in the center. Guests staying with Fifi and Marzipan usually got involved in some kind of filthy fun whether they wanted to or not, and adequate bathing facilities were definitely a must.

Marzipan dragged the spoiled little hussy into position under the middle shower head. Without warning, she grabbed the thick steel ring sewn into the end of Princess' leather arm binder and jerked it upward, forcing Princess to lurch forward, bending at the waist as her arms were forced painfully up behind her back. Then, with her other massive hand, the mare grabbed the pampered poodle's tail and steadied the bitch's ass. This left Princess bent over in a rather undignified position, balanced precariously on her the tips of her paws with her soggy, discolored diaper on full display. Leaning in closer, Marz whispered into her ear, "C'mon, struggle for me; you were so much more fun when you had a little attitude. Make a break for it, I dare you."

Groaning as her already aching arms were nearly unsocketed, Princess shook her head vehemently. She didn't want to try anything clever this time; she just wanted to shut up and take whatever abuse they had in store for her, praying that they might get bored of tormenting her once she stopped resisting. Though, with her sharp-tongue, that would be easier said than done. Princess still hadn't grown accustomed to the idea of begging on her knees like an animal; she was too proud for that, at least she had been. The most painful blow she had been dealt up to this point had been to her pride, and each humiliating moment of the last few days still cut like a knife. One thing was for sure, she abhorred both of these women and she despised bowing before them just as much. Even as she heard Fifi coming up from behind, she thought about kicking her heel up and trying to nail her right in the crotch, but it wouldn't have accomplished anything except maybe earning her a trip to the dog house. No point in fighting, she kept both her paws on the cool tile floor, and waited for her mistress to do whatever it was that she had planned.

"Keep still now or I'll throw your hungry ass back in the cage until tomorrow," threatened Fifi as she began working on the padlocks that sealed Princess' diaper cover at the waist and thighs. One key opened all three of the locks before the thick vinyl underpants were slid down around the nervous poodle's frail little ankles.

The defenseless bitch felt tears welling up in her eyes as Fifi began grabbed the back of her loaded Huggies and gave them a fearless squeeze. "Oh dear, look at what the big baby did in her potty-pants," she teased, growing even more intoxicated off the fear and humiliation suffered by her pitiful little plaything.

Before Fifi could even slide the swampy diaper half-way down her shaved butt, Princess was choking back sobs. Soon, the entirety of her filth-caked posterior was on full display as Fifi shimmied the soggy diaper down her skinny, hairless legs. Sure, it was embarrassing and degrading, but she was actually relieved to no longer have that awful mess pressing against her backside. She even lifted her paws one at a time so Fifi could slip the diaper off her legs.

"I must say, you are one of the most horrid little shit machines I've ever had the_dis_pleasure of changing," said Fifi, holding the freshly liberated diaper at arms length where the stench would hopefully remain bearable as she walked it over to the waste bin. However, there was still the matter of Princess' dirty bottom to take care of. Fifi grabbed the hand-held shower head from its mount on the wall and turned on the hot water, pointing the stream down at the floor as she gave the water time to heat up.

Soon, steam was rising up from the scalding jet of water that arced out of the shower head, and before too long the entire bathroom was hazy and humid. Fifi ran a couple of fingers under the shower head to test the water and quickly snatched her hand back, satisfied with the temperature. The water was unbearably hot but wouldn't cause any long-term physical harm, perfect for what Fifi had in mind.

The sadistic hound grinned as she positioned herself behind Princess, allowing the scorching stream to rain down next to the unfortunate slave's feet so she could feel the head rising from the floor. "Now, let's get you cleaned up," said Fifi. "The water might feel a little hot at first, but we need to disinfect that filthy cum-catcher of yours. I've heard you've been whoring around a bit, is that right? Cheating on your dear husband is very naughty, you know."

This new topic of conversation worried Princess quite a bit. She didn't think there was an evidence of her extra-marital activities, but maybe she hadn't been as careful as she thought. Fifi was correct in her accusation though, very correct in fact; Princess had gone to bed with many men since she took her vows. Some were rich, promising her wealth beyond that which she already enjoyed, and some were just virulent young men who were always willing to please her anyway she asked. At the time, all the attention made her feel like a sexual goddess who could enslave the passions of any man she met, but now she just felt dirty. Fifi had taken away all of her nice clothes, jewelry, and dignity, exposing her as the third-rate, over sexed, money-hungry tramp that she had become. She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't deny it either, preferring to remain silent and wait for her inevitable punishment to rain down on her backside. However, the punishment didn't come as quickly as expected, and she had no choice but wait in fear as her the barbarous hound continued to lecture her.

"So quiet now, what happened? Did reality finally set in?" continued Fifi. "You're mine from now on; let's get that out of the way. Your husband is long gone and he isn't coming back until I decide to release you. So you might as well forget about him because it's going to be a long time before you two are reunited. Get ready to learn some humility; because that's the only way you're getting fed from now on, bitch. When I tell you to crawl, you get on your knees. When I tell you to bend over, you better lift your tail and show me your goods. And of course, when I ask you about your slutty past, you better tell me about every last cock you've sucked or fucked. After all, there's really no point pretending to be shy, I know all about you."

Fifi could see her pet shifting around nervously, but she wouldn't get far while Marzipan had her firmly by the tail. Good thing too, because the moment the scalding water hit her fanny she started writhing like a snake. The sound of her cries was like sweet music to Fifi as she blasted the layer of crud off her new slaves shit covered ass. From there, the music only got louder as the stream of water was redirected to Princess' exposed pussy lips, the primary focus of Fifi's cleansing program. She wanted to make it damn clear that she owned this pussy now and it was hers to do with as she pleased. There would be no more late night booty calls for this pooch; instead, any sexual gratification would have to come as a reward for loyal, obedient, thankless servitude to her new mistresses.

By the time Fifi finally pointed the water back down to the floor, Princess was out of breath from screaming and her jaw was sore from biting down on the gag in her mouth. The punishment seemed to last for several minutes, and by the time it ended the poor poodle was so relieved she burst into heavy sobs. Sobs that increased in volume and intensity as Fifi took a firm-bristled brush to her tender undercarriage and began scrubbing furiously. Princess tried to wiggle her tender ass out of harms way, but nearly got her tail pulled off as Marzipan put her back into position.

"Aw, Marzi, our sweet little baby seems to have a bit of diaper rash. I wonder how that happened," teased Fifi in her most patronizing mother's voice as she continued scouring.

"Not sure, but if she doesn't stop squirming it's going to get a lot worse," replied the big gruff mare, adjusting her grip on the helpless poodle's arm binder.

"Hear that?" asked Fifi, directing her attention back to Princess. "You keep struggling and I'll let Marzipan have you to herself for a week. If you think I let you rot in that shitty diaper for a long time, just wait. Marz hates changing diapers, and I don't blame her. You're hardly worth it. I mean, you don't even have sense enough to show a little appreciation when your new mommies are nice enough to give you a bath. Maybe next time I should grab a bottle brush and give you a _deep_cleaning, hmm?"

With no need for further prompting, Princess garbled out as many thanks as she could muster. Same as before, the bone gag mangled her speech, causing her to slur and drool as she thanked her kind "mommies", but even still, the scrubbing continued. The stiff bristles of Fifi's brush felt like they were chewing her skin right off and it only got worse as the seconds dragged on. Unable to move or protect herself, the quivering little floozy couldn't do anything but shut her eyes, chew on her gag, and wait.

"I think it looks pretty good now," commended Fifi as she dropped the brush into one of her deep apron pockets before taking a step back to admire her handy-work. Princess' hairless rump was bright red. Sadder still was her swollen, irritated pussy which looked as painfully crimson as her rear. It was almost painful to look at, but there were no scars and not even one drop of blood. Fifi always showed proper restraint no matter how much she detested one of her wards. After all, this pooch's husband wouldn't want a scratch on his trophy wife, would he?

Another ear-piercing yelp rang out as Fifi pointed the shower head at Princess' inflamed diaper area again, dousing her off one last time with blisteringly hot water just to hear her pathetic blubbering. At least it was a quick rinse this time, just a few seconds here and there to get the point across before she reached over and shut off the water. After returning the shower head to the wall mount where it belonged, she got in front of her bawling little pet so she could look right into her eyes and give her a nice big smile. "I'm going to take this gag out now," started Fifi. "If I hear one word out of your fat mouth you can kiss your dinner goodbye, dick-breath."

Princess gave an exhausted sigh as the heavy rubber gag was finally pried from her aching jaws. Her crotch still burned like it was on fire, but she dared not complain. After all of this torture, she wasn't going to risk losing her first meal in the last two days. However, she still had another test to pass before she would get a single bite to eat.

A wave a dread fell over Princess as Fifi reached up under her dress and slid a tiny pair of white thong underwear down her chubby legs. Panic set in as she realized she would be forced to tongue dive her mistress' wet slit. Being a picky poodle, she had never been very interested to know what another women's vag might taste like, and she didn't want to find out this way. However, her panic gave way to nauseating disgust as Fifi gave her a wink, did a 180, and lifted her dress to expose her wide rear end.

"Now, unless you want to starve for another forty-eight hours, you'd better pucker up and show me what a pathetic animal you are," said Fifi, an expression of total contempt replacing the smirk of satisfaction on her face. "I want you to stick your nose right between my ass cheeks and give me a big sloppy kiss."

Marzipan promptly let go of Princess' tail and placed a hand on her lower back instead, urging her down to her knees like an apprehensive puppy. A heart-breaking whine escaped the bitch's throat the moment she found herself kneeling on the hard tile floor with her arms still bound tightly behind her back. She had been kneeling for so many hours today that she was in agony as she slowly crawled on her bruised knees toward Fifi. Nevertheless, she still managed to inch forward until she was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from the cruel hound's big beautiful butt cheeks. Starring up at the round posterior with uncertainty, she tried to work up the intestinal fortitude to press her lips against it. Though she wanted to comply with the disgusting command for her own sake, she found herself too repulsed to proceed without being given one last push.

"Goddamn! Do I have to show you how to do everything?!" bellowed Marz, grabbing Princess by the back the neck and shoving her face-first into the crack of Fifi's ass. Before she could restrain herself, Princess let out a faint, muffled growl as her muzzle was firmly planted between her mistress' sweaty ass cheeks.

Hearing this, Fifi barked back over her shoulder, "I swear to God bitch, bite me and I'll have your teeth pulled. Now start licking, and get your tongue in there deep."

Princess was amazed that she'd gotten away with only a warning, but she still had her nose pressed against Fifi's butt-hole. Each time she took a breath, the air was so thick with the hound's scent that it was overpowering and nearly made her light headed. There was no way out though; the brawny mare still had her by the neck and Princess knew she couldn't stall much longer. Closing her eyes, she made up her mind and started scouring the crevice of Fifi's derriere with her wet, slimy tongue. The flavor was nearly unbearable, but nonetheless, the desperate poodle obediently scrubbed her mistress' puckered tail-hole with the entire surface of her tongue as she whimpered pathetically.

"This is where a grubby whore like you belongs," hissed Fifi. "In fact, you should be honored to clean my shit-hole. Show me some gratitude while you're at it, you worthless cunt-stain!"

"Th... Thanks... Thank you..." whimpered Princess, pulling her nose out of Fifi's ass while she pleaded her case and fought to catch her breath. However, Marzipan still wasn't satisfied at all.

"She didn't give you permission to stop, you skinny, gristly little piece of shit," growled the ogreish Clydesdale, shoving Princess' muzzle back into her mistress' butt crack and delivering a few stinging slaps to the poor girl's smooth, hairless bottom to motivate her. "Get your tongue in there deep and then give thanks, idiot."

"I'm sorry!" squealed the helpless bitch as her face was crammed so deep into Fifi's rear end that she could barely breathe. She desperately resumed tongue bathing the hound's sweaty ass crack, hoping to prove her newfound submissiveness to both women before she suffocated.

Fifi's face bore a slight grin as she felt the poodle's long wet tongue slither into her tight opening. With a hateful snicker, she celebrated by taunting the poor slut further, "C'mon, deeper! I want you to get accustomed to my wonderful flavor. Tell me how good it tastes, whore."

Disgusted, Princess struggled to fit her slippery tongue even deeper into her mistress' tail-pipe. Her eyes watered from the powerful odor and the taste of pungent butt sweat, but it was the sheer disgrace of being forced to use her tongue as toilet paper that brought about another deluge of salty tears. Even still, she kept trying to grunt out "thank you" and "it's good" as clearly as she could through her pathetic blubbering. However, with her tongue preoccupied, it came out as an incoherent mess and Princess was in a tizzy, fearing that her cruel owners still wouldn't be satisfied with her groveling. Yet, after several more grueling minutes of humiliation and degradation, as well as a few more smacks across her inflamed posterior, Marzipan finally released the bitch's neck and allowed her to crumple to the floor.

"Good girl," said Fifi, patronizingly. She released her dress, allowing it to cover her naked buns once more as she turned to survey what was left of the whimpering cur that lay in a heap at her paws. "Don't worry; you'll get better the more you do it."

The worn out poodle was too exhausted to respond as she lay on the wet tile floor. She could only hope that her two ruthless tormentors had their fun and might finally leave her alone for a while. Though, when she heard their sordid snorts of amusement, she knew they were up to no good once again. Finally mustering the strength to roll over on her side to get a better look, she saw Fifi bending over to offer a reward for all her good behavior, a can of dog food that she had been concealing in her apron pocket. A knot formed in her stomach that made her cringe as the can was upturned, allowing a log of soggy brown meat to fall to the floor with a splat right in front of her face. It looked like shit, more so after having been plopped unceremoniously onto the hard floor, and it smelled appalling. Even after tasting Fifi's glorious crap-hole, the idea of eating this made her sick.

"What are you waiting for, bitch? Dinner is served," laughed Marzipan. She would be all too happy to step in and help feed the fussy little pup if she didn't start lapping it up off the damp floor willingly. Though, to her credit, Princess actually did want to eat. She was literally starving, but she couldn't stop herself from gagging each time she caught a whiff. Looking up at her mistress, she tried to decide whether it was even worth it to beg for mercy.

Of course, Fifi didn't look like she was in a listening mood at all. Without so much as a word, she slid her bare paw through the pile of soggy meat on the floor and then wiped it clean on Princess' muzzle. "Eat it or don't. Starve yourself, see if I care," she said, making it all too clear that this was the only meal she'd be providing tonight.

Genuinely heart-broken at this point, Princess looked down at her lowly meal while she contemplated her empty stomach. She thought maybe if she could just close her eyes and try not to breath through her nose, she might be able to get most of it down without vomiting. However, before she could work up the guts to actually take the first bite, warm droplets started raining down on her. Looking back up at Fifi, she confirmed her suspicions.

"Thought you could use a drink to go with your puppy chow," said Fifi in a cold, emotionless tone, trying to hide just how much fun she was having pissing all over the rich bitch laid out on the floor in front of her. Reaching between her legs, she spread her luxurious pink opening slightly and aimed the stream of steamy yellow liquid right at Princess' face as best she could. A smirk weaseled its way onto the delighted hounds face as she watched the once so proud pooch take her golden shower without any resistance. Now she could start molding the subservient little pest into a perfect companion for her husband. Fifi even had the devilish idea to try something a little different for this specimen. Perhaps bowls of kibble would be more appropriate than a bottle of formula, and maybe a cage instead of a crib. With her debaucherous skills she could turn this stuck up slut into anything she wanted, even "man's best friend." It's not like she wouldn't have all the time she needed. Princess' sweet hubby had promised to keep the funds coming in for however long it took to complete his wife's rehabilitation, and Fifi was planning on a very long and very drawn-out stay.

After showering both Princess and her lovely dinner with urine, the stream died down and Fifi allowed the front of her dress to cover her wet, aroused sex once again. With a laugh she and Marzipan headed to the door, leaving the shabby slave, still in her bindings, to dry. "You've got ten minutes," said Fifi. "Better finish licking up all that slop on the floor before I get back or you're going to go hungry."

With that, the bathroom door slammed shut, and Princess was left alone, tied, and naked with only her tears to comfort her. She was relieved to get at least a few minutes of privacy to eat, but the first bite of food nearly made her sick. Even after all that had happened in the last few days, this still felt like her lowest point. She couldn't believe she was being made to eat this lowly animal feed, but she was too hungry not to. As scary as it was to imagine, Fifi and Marzipan owned her ass now and they decided when, where, and what she would eat, or if she would even get to eat at all. She had no rights anymore, no choice but to follow every command she was given, no matter how degrading or disgusting. She was no more than a pet now, an animal, and as she lapped up the last morsel of piss-soaked dog food off the floor, she knew it would be this way for a long time.