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The following is a work of fiction that includes forced age regression, bondage, humiliation, domination, non-consensual anal sex, torture, slavery, piss drinking, and shitty diapers. Adults only! Continue at your own risk

Rich Bitch - Part 3 - The Next Morning

Princess lay in the crib, wondering if she'd ever get to sleep. Her eyelids felt heavy, but she could never seem to keep them closed. She continuously found herself jarred awake just as she started to drift off into unconsciousness. She might feel the tickle of Marzipan's breath on the back of her neck, or maybe hear Fifi's voice calling out her name. She tried to tell herself it was just her imagination, but it was still enough make her chest tighten with dread. She'd even called out for her mother a few times during the night, though she could hardly recognize her own voice thanks to the leather muzzle that had been locked over her face since the night before.

So many hours of laying there in the same position, snug in her restraints. She just wanted to sleep, but couldn't get the terrible memories out of her head from the previous evening. She swore she could see her captor's faces on the back of her eyelids no matter how hard she tried to forget, and it certainly didn't help that the TV had been blaring all night. Not with the sounds of happy, feel-good children's cartoons, of course, but rather an infinitely looping soundtrack of her own suffering.

The sounds of her desperate sobbbing and pitiful grunting echoing off the nursery walls had tormented her relentlessly since lights out, and there was no way to block it out. She had no choice but to listen to her own cries played back for her, forcing her to relive each horrific moment of her anal defiling. All she could do to keep her sanity was stare at the childish mobile twirling high above her face in the hopes that it might put her in a trance, but it did little to distract her from her thoughts of self-pity and hopelessness.

She was so tired and frustrated, She just wanted to let it all out and cry like a baby, but she was too exhausted. After all, she'd shed plenty of tears since being imprisoned by these two psychos. From burning diaper rash cream, to the itchy baby powder, her new caretakers kept her in a constant state of suffering. Not just physically, but also mentally. The panties over her face didn't hurt, but they were a constant, humiliating reminder that she was an owned bitch now. At this point, the poodle had to wonder if she even had any tears left to spill at this point, but it hardly mattered. Crying hadn't helped her one bit up to this point, and it wouldn't help her get to sleep at any rate.

She tried to stuff all the pleasantness back down inside long enough to finally fall asleep. However, she soon found her time was up. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she heard Marzipan's heavy hoof beats coming down the hall. Sure enough, the gigantic Clydesdale barged into the room a moment later, wearing jeans and a tank top. The thoughtless mare switched on the lights without a care, paying no mind to whether the poor poodle pup was sleeping or not. Marz didn't give a damn either way. As far as she was concerned, it was time to get up, and she wasn't going to waste any of her precious time worrying about the feelings of a bitchy little baby slave.

'No, it can't be morning yet,' thought Princess, peering through the crib bars with droopy, tired eyes. She wasn't ready to start another day of humiliation and abuse yet, and the utter lack of sleep was only going to make it more miserable.

"Come on, up and at 'em," said Marzipan as she made her way across the nursery, shutting off the TV. "That's enough home movies for one night. I'm sure you're ready for a change and a bottle."

Surprisingly, Princess couldn't argue with that. Her diaper was badly in need of a change, as she'd pissed herself several more times during the night. It wasn't easy either. Each time was an ordeal for the poor pup, thanks to years of potty training had been cemented in her brain. She simply could not let it flow while she was lying in bed without having to concentrate and force it out. Even as she worked herself into a sweat, the muscles in her bladder hardly wanted to cooperate with her bed wetting plans and she often found herself straining to release even a trickle of liquid into her thirsty diaper. Fortunately, nature had its way as the night when on and she was finally able to empty her bladder after a long, shameful struggle, but that only led to the sopping wet diaper she'd been forced to wear for the last several hours.

She felt like such a weakling, wallowing in her own stinking piss all night. It might not have been so humiliating if she could have changed her own diapers in the morning, but that seemed unlikely. She had to wait for a grownup to come and do it for her. How else was she going to learn to be a helpless, submissive baby slave if she was allowed to do things for herself like an adult? Either way, she was ready for a change, even if she had to suffer the indignity of receving a diaper change like a real baby. In all honestly, she would have been happy to have her diapers changed back when her diaper area felt like it was on fire.

Luckily, the burning in her diapers was now gone completely. It took several hours after lights out for the pain to die down, but now she hardly even noticed a tingle. That said, the itching powder in her diaper was another story. She still itched, though it didn't bother her nearly as much anymore. She didn't know whether the effects were wearing off, or if she'd just gotten used to it, but that didn't mean her diaper was pleasant by any means. The powder left a prickly, sandy feeling in her diapers that she felt each time she moved. It was abrasive against her sensitive skin, and she dreaded what the aftermath would look like when Fifi finally peeled the gritty diaper off of her. That is, if she ever got a change.

"You smell unusually fresh and clean this morning. Fifi's not going to like that," said Marzipan, lowering the wooden bars and smiling down at the nervous poodle before continuing. "That's a real good look for you by the way. How wet have you gotten sniffing those panties?"

'Don't say anything. Just don't say anything, and it will be over soon,' thought Princess as she stared up at the ceiling. She hoped she wouldn't be expected to respond to these embarrassing questions. She hated hearing her own muffled voice through the leather muzzle.

Luckily, Marzipan didn't wait for an answer before she started removing the poodle's restraints. The chest strap first, then her waist, and finally her ankle cuffs were released. Immediately, Princess began to squirm around, stretching her sore muscles now that she could actually move. Though, she couldn't say the same about her arms.

She wanted to reach up and pull the panties off the end her muzzle, but her arms were still wrapped across her chest, contained securely within the thick canvas sleeves of her onsie-styled straightjacket, and in need of a good stretch as well. However, no matter how hard she twisted and turned, she couldn't work her arms into a more comfortable position. It was enough to drive her nuts, but she managed to stay in control of her emotions. She didn't want to slip up and get herself in trouble while the big mare was still watching over her. Though, Marzipan couldn't stay quiet for long.

"Someone's grouchy this morning," teased Marz, reaching down and snatching the panties off the scrawny poodle's face and stuffing them in her pocket before scooping the scrawny poodle up. She cradled the light-weight pup in her arms and carried her toward the door. "You don't have to answer me, but you better lose the attitude before you piss off Fifi. She's not going to take it so easy on you today."

Princess rolled her eyes, but didn't fight back. She didn't want to get dropped nor have her head smacked into a wall as a convenient accident. Besides, the sooner she got to Fifi, the quicker she might get out of this uncomfortable diaper. From what it sounded like, the matronly hound had the final say when it came to all rewards and punishments. Though, Princess didn't want to imagine what she might have to do to earn some of those so-called rewards she'd heard about. It had been nonstop punishments so far, and the pup had to find some way to get on Fifi's good side, assuming she even had a good side.

Princess wouldn't have to wait long to discover her fate as she was carried down the hall, through the living room, and finally into the kitchen to find Fifi waiting at the table. Once again, the big fat basset hound was dressed in an old-fashioned dress and an apron, looking very nannyish, despite the champagne flute in her hand. She had a hungry look in her eyes as her gaze was drawn to the poodle that had just been carried into the room.

Fifi was certainly pleased by what she saw. The new bitch wasn't fussing or fighting, allowing herself to be carried like a child. Even when Marz set her down on her own two feet, Princess stood nice and still like a good girl. Her legs were still a bit shaky, but Marzipan was standing by to grab the poodle if she lost her balance, or if she got the idea to run for it.

"Smells like someone used their diaper recently," said Fifi as she nonchalantly took another sip of her mimosa.

Princess blushed and nodded her head. She had wet only minutes before her wakeup call, and was both embarrassed and impressed that the hound could ascertain that information by scent alone. The poodle felt incredibly vulnerable standing there in her sissy pink onsie as she was inspected. The tile floor was freezing; her bare legs shivered, reminding her that she wasn't afforded the dignity of real clothes.

"Couldn't hold it for one night?" asked Fifi.

Princess nodded her head, lowering her eyes in shame.

"But I thought you were a big girl? Do you still feel like a big girl, dear?"

The poor pup hesitated for a moment, but eventually shook her head once more. It wasn't easy to swallow her pride and willingly humiliate herself, but she hoped she'd catch a break if she played along with her mommy's sick little mind games.

"Well, if that's true, then why don't I smell anything else in that diaper of yours? I gave you plenty of time to make a poopy. What happened?" asked Fifi, still in the same patronizing tone. "You're not holding anything in are you?"

Princess shook her head, wary of where this line of questioning was headed. Of course, she had thought about what would happen when she inevitably had to release her bowels. The thought came to mind several times throughout the night in fact, but she still wasn't ready to face reality. Each time it came up, she just pushed the troublesome thoughts out of her mind, telling herself that she could hold it until she got a chance to use the bathroom, completely in denial that the diapers would be a permanent accessory. Unfortunately, denial wouldn't cut it now that she was standing before Fifi.

"Really?" asked the hound in a disbelieving tone. "Are you sure you're not holding any poopy in that naughty bottom of yours? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Again, Princess had to think fast. This was clearly some kind of test, and whatever answer she gave could have dire consequences, especially since she was lying. She had the familiar feeling in her lower abdomen, same as every morning, but she didn't want to admit it. She didn't want to admit it because she knew that what Fifi would insist upon when the truth was revealed, and just the thought alone was enough to make Princess shake her head in the hopes of avoiding her fate for another day. However, Fifi wasn't going to simply take her word for it.

"Oh Marzy," she said with an arrogant smirk on her face, looking the poodle in the eye as she spoke. "Would you check this rebellious baby's bottom to see if she's holding out on us?"

Princess' eyes went wide with terror as Marzipan's name was mentioned. Still, she didn't have a chance to react before the brawny mare grabbed her by the hair and started leading her over to Fifi.

"My pleasure," said Marzipan as she dragged Princess over to the table.

Fifi watched on with great interest as the mare bent the squealing poodle over the table and tore the bitch's diaper off completely with one motion. Princess was already pleading for forgiveness as she looked across the table at Fifi, but the words came out mostly incoherent thanks to the leather muzzle locked over the crying pup's mouth. Not that it mattered. Fifi wasn't going to lift a finger to help, even going so far as to let out a haughty chuckle as she saw what Marz had been packing in her jeans.

A familiar looking rubber dog cock sprang up out from between Marzipan's legs as soon as she unzipped her denim shorts. She'd been wearing a strapon under her pants so she could whip it out the moment there was a need for some rough discipline. Admittedly, she didn't think the fun and games would start so soon, but she was perfectly happy to surprise the lying bitch with another round of anal domination.

Unfortunately, Princess didn't have a chance to see what was coming, and began kicking and squirming the moment she felt the narrow tip of the dildo begin to push inside her tailhole. It was mostly theatrics at first, a panicked response as memories from the night before began to flood her consciousness. Though, as the strapon pushed its way in further, the bitch began legitimately howling in pain. Unlike last night, there wasn't any lube on the big rubber dog dick besides a thin veneer of saliva that the mare had hastily applied just prior to insertion.

Princess was screaming for mercy by the time the cock was all the way in. She hadn't been made to take the knot yet, but it was still way more agonizing than her previous ass fucking. Even as the mare kept her hips still, holding the strapon inside, the pup couldn't stop groaning from the extreme discomfort of having her ass filled with a dry dildo. It even felt like hell when it was finally pulled out. However, it didn't stay out for long, and the poodle's protests and struggling resumed at full force as she felt the cock being rammed back up inside of her. By the third and forth thrusts, the poor bitch was totally whipped.

'Please make it stop. Please god, make it stop,' thought Princess as she lay with her tear-streaked cheek pressed against the cold table. She was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, and she swore out load to anyone who would listen that she'd "do anything." Still, the torture didn't stop immediately. Her punishment would last for ten thrusts. Even without having to take the knot, it felt like a red hot poker in her ass.

By the time the cock was withdrawn from her aching, abused asshole, she'd learned an important lesson. She was the bottom bitch in this house, nothing more than a piece of trash. Last night was just the beginning. The same horrible punishments would be repeated until she had been reduced to a quivering, mindless slave, and the only way to survive would be to learn fast.

She already regretted her lie from earlier. If she knew then what she knew now, she'd have squatted down right there on the spot and filled her diapers in front of god and everyone, but she had to go and do things the hard way. Her stubbornness had gotten her into trouble yet again, and the message was crystal clear; lies and manipulation were bad for her health. However, the real punishment hadn't even started yet.

"So what's the verdict? Is our new baby girl holding onto a bottom-full of shit?" asked Fifi, downing the last of her drink.

"Of course she is," replied Marzipan, looking down at her soiled cock with a grimace. "This strapon is covered in poodle shit."

Fifi sighed and shook her head, turning her attention back to Princess who was still whimpering after having her backdoor so painfully inspected. "I'm disappointed in you," said the hound. "Here I thought you were going to change your ways, only to catch you lying right to my face. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry," murmured Princess softly, barely able to be understood thanks to the muzzle that kept her mouth shut.

"I'm sure you are. Now, am I ever going to catch you holding poopy in your bottom again?"

"No, mama."

"Well, I don't believe anything a liar like you has to say. That's why you'll be getting a daily enema to clean you out for the first week. Does that sound fair?"

Princess didn't say anything this time. She just looked up at Fifi with tears in her eyes and nodded her head, fearing the return of the dreaded strapon if she didn't readily accept her degrading treatment.

"Good and you should expect another ass pounding if I ever catch you with a clean diaper in the morning again, is that understood?"

Again, Princess nodded weakly.

"Now, as punishment for telling lies, I ought to have Marz shove that shit-covered strapon right into your lying mouth and throat-fuck you into coma. That would certainly teach you a lesson, but I don't want to take that muzzle off your fat mouth just yet. I'm much happier without having to listen to your bitching and complaining, so rest assured you'll be wearing it for a long time. No, I think we'll go for something a bit more age appropriate for you. Get up on your feet and bring your sorry ass over to mommy for a good hard spanking."

"Don't fight back. Whatever you do, don't fight back. It's not worth it," thought Princess, repeating that mantra inside her head as she tried to get back up on her feet. Though, it was easier said than done with her arms bound in that accursed straightjacket.

Bent over the side of the tall, sturdy dining table, her toes just barely reached the floor. She wriggled on her belly like a worm until she could plant her feet down on the cold tile floor, then hoisted the top half of her body into an upright position. Even then, she was still shaky and weak from all the abuse she'd suffered, but she managed to take timid steps toward Fifi who was waiting with a smug grin on her face.

"Aw, looks like you have a nasty diaper rash already," said Fifi proudly, standing up to meet the poodle. "Let mommy have a look."

Princess wanted to recoil from the hound's touch, but knew better than to resist the perverted harassment of her new mommy. As hard as it was, she managed to stay perfectly still as she felt Fifi's fingers exploring around between her legs. The irritation wasn't as noticeable before while she was being blasted up the ass, but now that the terrible ordeal was over, she could feel a prickly, itchy feeling all over her diaper area.

The itching powder Marz dumped down the front and back of Princess' diaper had given her a terrible rash. Tiny red bumps of painful irritation covered her previous smooth diaper area. Her crotch and buttocks felt like they were radiating heat, despite the cool breeze, and the hound's gentle caresses felt hot to the touch. Naturally, it only got worse as Fifi raked her claws across the poodle's pussy lips.

"Ah..." cried Princess softly through her muzzle, almost making the mistake of speaking out of line. Luckily, she was able to stop herself before getting into anymore trouble. The pain was enough to make her thighs quiver as she struggled to calm her shattered nerves.

"Oh, I feel so bad for you," said Fifi, pouring on as much sarcasm as she could. "Your delicate fanny must be just as bad as the front. Turn around and let me take a look at you."

The poodle did as she was told and timidly turned herself around so the hound could get a good look at her backside. Now that Princess was looking out over the rest of the kitchen, she could see Marzipan once again. The massive mare had a cocky smirk on her face as usual while she watched from the sidelines. The shit-smeared strapon still hung out of her shorts, taunting Princess, reminding her that she'd get it up the ass again if she made a single wrong move.

"Oh my, this is even worse than the front," said Fifi, running her fingertips across the red bumps that covered the poodle's backside. Next, she spread the bitch's reddened butt cheeks to get a good look inside, reporting her findings with plenty insincere sympathy. "You poor thing, you're tailhole is just red as can be. I wonder what could have caused that."

Marzipan couldn't help but let out a sardonic snicker in response, but Princess didn't look too pleased. Her eyes watered, feeling the tingling heat of the rash as her butt was groped and fondled. Fortunately, it didn't last too long before Fifi lost interest and continued on with her cruel plans.

Without any kind of warning, Princess felt something wrap around her neck. Her first reaction was to lurch forward and free herself of whatever it was, but she knew retribution would be swift and brutal. Against her natural instincts, she stood there and tried to remain calm as she felt a thick leather collar being buckled nice and snug around her neck. At first she thought it was just a normal collar to mark her as an owned bitch, but she soon got a shocking surprise as a jolt of electricity shot through her body.

It wasn't enough to lay the poodle out on the floor by any means, but it hurt like hell. The pain came in an instant and the next it was gone, leaving an unpleasant memory as its only reminder. It took a second to process what had happened, but once Princess realized she was wearing a shock collar, she burst into frantic sobbing once again. Unfortunately, this only exacerbated the problem.

A high-pitched tone rang out from a small box attached to the collar as another corrective shock was delivered through ten dome-shaped metal studs that lined the inside of the collar. This time it lasted a second or two longer, which seemed like an eternity. Panicked, Princess began clawing at the inside of her straight jacket sleeves, hoping to free herself and tear this horrid collar off of her neck, but it was futile as usual.

"Stay calm and shut up," snapped Fifi. "Every time you make a sound it will trigger the collar. The shocks get longer each time the collar is triggered so you'd be wise to take my advice."

Princess' skinny legs trembled with fear as she tried to process what she was hearing. It sounded like something out of a horror movie, but it was really happening, and to her no less. The jolt made her want to scream, but she was able to hold it inside long enough for her to regain what little composure she had left. Fortunately, she was able to cry softly without setting off the collar.

"See? You're learning already," said Fifi, spinning the poodle around to face her once again, "but just remember, I have the remote control, and I'm going use it as often as I need to. All unwanted behavior will be corrected until you're a perfectly trained, thumb-sucking diaper slut."

The terrorized poodle bitch just stood there with a blank, distant look on her face as she stared at the little black remote in Fifi's hands. The diabolical hound still had her thumb over the red button, ready to deliver a shock if the unruly pup was bold enough to make a mean face. However, Princess didn't have anything to say, nor did her expression change. She'd learned well enough that she couldn't get away with anything. Though, despite her newfound obedience, there was still more suffering on the way and she would be expected to participate.

"Wow, she's less annoying already," said Marzipan, rubbing more salt on the poodle's wounded pride.

"Yes, we don't want her bothering her husband or the house staff anymore," said Fifi, still glaring at the sheepish poodle. "The sooner she learns that no one wants to hear the thoughts of a stupid, vacuous bitch, the better."

"Let me babysit her today," said Marz. "I bet I could get her squealing again in no time, collar or not."

"That won't be necessary. Go masturbate or something, and take that shitty dog dick with you," said Fifi, motioning for Marzipan to leave the room.

Rejected, Marzipan pouted for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and taking her leave. She really wanted some more time alone with that stuck up poodle bitch, but arguing wouldn't change Fifi's mind. The hound wanted to spend some quality time with the new baby as well.

"See how protective I can be?" said Fifi, tickling her captive pup under the chin. "Be a good girl, do everything I say, and I'll keep that big brute from ruining that nice tight asshole of yours. Though, keep resisting me and I'll let her use you for the next few months with no restrictions. Is that clear?"

Princess nodded her head enthusiastically. She wasn't totally sure what her duties would be as Fifi's sweet little baby slave, but she definitely didn't want anything to do with Marz. That mare was pure evil. She made Fifi seem like a reasonable alternative in comparison. Of course, that was all part of Fifi's plan to gain the poodle's trust. Now that trust was going to be tested.

Fifi grabbed one of the dining chairs and spun it around so it was facing away from the table. She took a seat and pulled a wooden hairbrush from her apron pocket, holding it up for her pup to see before issuing the next order in a very serious tone. "Come now little one; it's time to learn a lesson about telling fibs. You march right over here and lay down over mommy's lap this instant so I can spank your bottom."

Sure enough, Princess began taking the walk of shame, though she could hardly believe what she was doing. Had it gotten to this point already? Was she already so well-trained that she was about to willingly submit to being punished like a misbehaving child? The only thing she'd done wrong was to get out of bed with a shit-free diaper this morning. Why did that even deserve a punishment? It simply wasn't fair. Regardless, the poodle didn't have the courage to refuse an order from her new mommy.

It's not like she could say anything about it. The collar around her neck was just waiting to give her another jolt, and she hated to think how undignified she'd look, being shocked into submission by a strip of leather with a heavy-duty battery pack. So what option did that leave? She could try to run for it, but for all she knew Marzipan could be waiting right outside the doorway, ready to grab her and bring her back to Fifi. Then what would her punishment be? Two broken ankles maybe, or possibly a month of constant sexual torture? Was it worth the risk?

Apparently not to Princess, who kept perfectly quiet as she stepped up alongside her new mommy. However, she couldn't help but hesitate before putting herself over the bigger dog's knee. She was close to crying as she thought about how much that heavy brush would feel against her rash-covered behind, and she couldn't bear to submit herself to that. Needless to say, Fifi wasn't pleased.

"Bad girl," scolded Fifi as she reached into her pocket to activate the electric collar. A low pained grunt followed by a faint whine could be heard escaping from Princess' mouth, but Fifi just kept berating the helpless bitch nonetheless. "When a grownup tells you to do something, you do it. No ifs, ands, or buts."

As expected, the collar got the job done. Princess flopped down over her mommy's lap without delay, hoping to avoid a second zap. The overachieving poodle even perked up her butt and lifted her tail without being asked, hoping to make an inviting target for the dominant hound who had broken her. She'd do anything to avoid another shock. However, the brush wasn't ready yet. It still had to be blessed.

"Give it a kiss," said Fifi as she held the back of the brush in front of the bitch's face and waited.

In no position to resist, Princess reached out with her lips and gave the wooden hairbrush a smooch. At least Marz wasn't here to see that. Though, she'd certainly hear what came next.

Princess sighed softly as the hairbrush disappeared from her sight. Next came a hand on the back of her neck to keep her still. She knew it wouldn't be long now, and the suspense was driving her nuts.

"Remember not to scream," said Fifi, offering a gentle reminder before she brought the smooth, flat back of the hairbrush down upon the bitch's sensitive rear-end.

Naturally, Fifi's advice didn't help much, and Princess hollered out after the first blow. Being much louder than her previous groans and whines, it triggered the collar to deliver an agonizing three second jolt right into her neck, complete with a high-pitched beep to signal her correction. This elicited another involuntary scream from the poodle, but she went silent again the moment the collar shut off.

"What did mommy tell you? Stay quiet or you'll get longer and longer shocks," said Fifi as she swatted the bitch on the backside a second time.

This time, Princess managed to stay quiet, even though she was shrieking on the inside. It hurt so much worse than any of her spankings yesterday. Each strike with the brush stung worse than a hornet's sting and the pain seemed to spread across her rashy butt like wildfire after each hit. All she could do to combat the excruciating pain was close her eyes tightly, clench her teeth, and groan to herself, being very careful to not exceed the noise threshold and earn herself another corrective shock. It wasn't easy, and it only got more difficult as the spanking continued.

'That's enough! I'm sorry! Please just let this end,' thought Princess. The searing agony was building up more and more with each smack, but still the hairbrush wouldn't stop coming along with the hound's unwanted commentary.

"You're so quiet. I must not be whooping you hard enough," said Fifi coldly, making sure her next shot landed squarely between the poodle's legs.

A shrill cry rang out as Princess felt the brush slap down across her red, irritated pussy lips, earning her a brutal four second shock for her lack of discipline. Everything from that point on was like a blur: she could hear the sharp crack of the brush against her skin, the sting of the crimson welts that covered most of her rump, but most of all, she felt the pain of the shock collar causing her muscles to spasm. It didn't take long for her to earn another five second shock, then another for six seconds.

She couldn't even count the number of times the hairbrush slapped down against her backside in that short window of time, but it kept her squealing and sobbing the entire time. Each time she tried to get up off the hound's lap, she felt the hand on the back of her neck push down harder, holding her in place. Finally, by the time a hellish seven second shock was over, Princess had gone almost completely silent. Her only reaction to the hairbrush was a distant sounding "unf" that escaped with each blow to her abused and battered derriere.

She was delirious with pain, unable to tell which way was up or remember what she'd done to deserve this punishment in the first place. Still, that didn't diminish the lesson in any way. This was a beating she'd never forget. The agony and helplessness she was feeling at this moment would always be in the back of her head. It would haunt her every time mommy's voice called out for her, reminding her of the consequences if she didn't listen and obey.

By the time it was all over, the poodle was a sobbing, tear-drenched mess. Her scrawny body twitched and tensed up every other second, expecting another blow that wasn't be coming. There are those that may have felt sorry for the pitiful, broken pup, but Fifi was one of them. If anything, she thought it was amusing.

"I think that's enough for now," said Fifi proudly as she set the hairbrush down on the table directly behind her.

She ran her fingers across the poodle's swollen ass to survey the damage. The welts were raised, but not bleeding, and there was even some crescent shaped bruising around some of the darker welts. It would be downright painful to sit for a few days, and the discomfort would likely last for weeks, a fitting punishment that would give the bratty little bitch something to think about for a long time. Though, pain alone wouldn't be enough to mold this venom-spewing, adulterous whore into a sweet, fully-dependent baby girl. It was time for some much-needed diaper training.

"Up you go, unless you think you need a few more marks on that cute little butt of yours," said Fifi, taking her hand off the bitch's neck, but offering no other assistance to the quivering slave in her lap.

However, Princess didn't need any help other than the threat of more spankings to get her motivated. Weak, tired, and without use of her arms, she still managed to get up on her feet in a flash. Snot ran out of her nose, making her sniffle as she waited for her next order. Her butt cheeks burned and throbbed, making her whole body quiver in agony as Fifi watched on with a look of total satisfaction on her face.

"Don't just stand there," said Fifi, motioning toward the doorway as she got up to her feet. "Go ahead to the living room so we can get you into a nice fresh diaper."

Princess nodded her head, remaining silent as she shuffled toward to the door with mommy following close behind. It felt so strange to be taking this walk willingly, but it was really happening. The trembling poodle actually wanted a diaper to protect her freshly spanked hindquarters, not to mention her fragile little tailhole that seemed to be getting a lot of attention. A diaper would offer some security at least, and hopefully some nice soft padding to ease her blistered bottom.

They arrived in the living room to find Marzipan busy pleasuring herself on the sofa. The mare seemed to be totally focused, biting her lip as she pressed a vibrator to her clit, her eyes shut tightly as she sat on the sofa with her legs spread wide. Fifi didn't bother to interrupt. Instead, she looked over at Princess and pointed down at the changing mat that was still laid out on the floor from the night before.

"Get down on your back and spread your legs," said Fifi, grinning like a demon as the poodle actually followed each order to the letter without any hesitation or backtalk.

Once the pup was down on the changing mat with her legs open nice and wide, the hound got down on her knees and grabbed another thick disposable diaper. A light smack on the thigh was the signal for the bitch to lift her bottom, and Fifi slid the new diaper right underneath. It seemed as though it would be a very efficient diapering until Princess felt a palm-full of cold lotion splat down on her red, irritated crotch.

The cooling lotion was the poodle's reward for being cooperative and it felt heavenly on the bitch's reddened, rashy diaper area. The itching and burning temporarily calmed, Princess showed her appreciation with a gentle moan, careful not to set off the collar again. The deal only got sweeter as Fifi lifted the pup's skinny legs high up in the air and applied another dose of silky smooth lotion to the baby's bottom.

Princess wanted to hate Miss Fifi right now, but she couldn't help feeling grateful for the soothing relief all across her diaper area. This was the only pleasurable sensation she'd experienced since her arrival the previous evening, and it felt like a ray of sunshine cutting through the darkness. Princess could believe it, but she was struck with conflicting feelings as mommy folded the diaper up between her legs and taped it shut, cooing and making baby talk the entire time. On one hand she was embarrassed to be babied like this by a stranger, no less a stranger that had been so cruel and callous to her just moments ago, but at the same time she felt safe. For once, she wasn't afraid of being slapped or abused, and her sore tushy was protected by a thick, soft diaper. Though, things wouldn't stay quite so fresh and clean for long as Fifi helped her up to her feet.

"Stand right there and don't move," said Fifi sternly as she lowered the back of the poodle's diaper just enough to access her tailhole.

Princess was immediately worried, but said nothing, and made damn sure not to move a muscle. She wondered why mommy would put a diaper on her just to pull it down, but it all became dreadfully clear as she saw Fifi unbox a massive disposable enema.

The poodle wanted to cry out in protest, but was too intimidated to say a word. Instead, her eyes darted to the floor in shame, and she remained paralyzed with fear as she waited to receive her punishment for not messing her diaper last night. Though, she wasn't kept in suspense for long, letting out a mouse-like squeak as she felt the slender tip of the enema bottle slide up into her loosened tailhole.

"Clench your butt cheeks nice and tight, sweety. You'll be one sorry little girl if you leak before I give you permission," said Fifi as she gave the jumbo 1.5 liter enema a firm squeeze. The bottle was so big she had to use both hands to ensure all the enema solution was swiftly deposited into the poodle's bowels. Once it was totally empty, Fifi yanked the tip of the bottle out of the poodle's tailhole without saying a word and slid the back of the bitch's diaper back up into position.

Princess hardly had time to react before it was all over and she was left standing there with a belly fully of liquid, feeling bloated and waterlogged. Though, it only got worse as the enema solution worked its magic. She'd never had to shit so badly in her entire life. Anytime she relaxed her sphincter in the slightest, it felt like she would spring a leak. All she could do was tighten up her asshole and pray. She knew there would be trouble if she messed herself without permission, and she hoped to retain what little dignity she had left. Though, it would be easier said than done as mommy helped into a pair of brightly colored plastic underpants.

"Alright, now you march yourself over to that corner and think about what you've done," said Fifi as she secured the poodle's crotch strap and nudged the bitch toward the far corner of the room. Now that the baby was taken care of, Fifi turning to the busy mare who had been watching the fun from the sofa and said, "Watch her and make sure she doesn't leave that corner. If you see this naughty baby so much as turn her head to look around, you have full permission to deal with her however you see fit."

"Aye, aye, captain," said Marzipan, sounding more laid-back than usual as the vibrator kept buzzing away between her legs.

Still, just hearing the mare's voice was enough to make Princess shudder as she took careful baby steps over to the corner. Each time she took a step, it felt like she was about to shit her diapers, and she knew there would be trouble if she had an accident. Luckily, she wasn't forced to rush. Probably because Marz enjoyed watching the dumb bitch toddling over to the corner as though she had a rod up her butt.

Fifi was already gone by the time the pup made it to the corner, but that didn't mean Princess was going to be caught slacking. She jammed her muzzle right into the corner and stood totally still, although it wasn't easy. She was so exhausted at this point that she just wanted to collapse to the floor and sleep for a week, but she knew that would never be allowed. Food, sleep, and diaper changes had to be earned around here, and she wouldn't earn anything by disobeying mommy.

Princess_wanted_ to be good. She wanted a hot meal and a nap, even if it meant keeping her nose pressed into the punishment corner for hours on end. Of course, it wouldn't be that simple, and within less than a minute she began to notice a strange feeling. The horse-sized enema in her bowels was already taking effect. It soon became hard to stand up straight without doubling over from cramps, and it only got worse as Marz started taunting her from the other side of the room.

"Don't mind me, I just want one more orgasm and then I'll take a break," said Marzipan. "Hopefully I finish before you stink up the whole room."

Princess blushed, dreading the shameful smells and sounds that would accompany the inevitable soiling of her diapers. She tried to remain optimistic. Maybe she wouldn't have to wait long for a diaper change. Maybe she'd even get a nice warm shower. These thoughts offered a pleasant distraction, but in reality she had little reason to be optimistic. The abuse had been relentless from the moment she walked in the door, and it wasn't likely to stop anytime soon. She'd already suffered through two savage rounds of anal training, a horribly cruel shock collar, and a brutal over-the-knee spanking. What were the chances Fifi would take it easy on her now?

Princess knew it could still get worse for her, and she didn't want to imagine the kinds of sick punishments her captors might think up involving a stinky, shit-filled diaper. Even still, the poodle didn't know if she could hold it much longer. The enema she'd been given was meant for someone with a much larger colon, maybe equine or bovine. The sheer volume of liquid was almost too much to keep inside her, leaving Princess feeling heavy and distended. She had to bear down constantly, straining to keep the floodgates closed, but it only got worse as the medicine started to take effect.

It hadn't even been five minutes yet, and her intestines felt like they were tying themselves in knots. Her stomach gurgled and cramped up, coming and going with increasing length and frequency. The pain got worse each time, and before long it took everything the exhausted poodle had to keep from helplessly crapping her pants right in front of Marzipan. The humiliation alone was enough to keep the poodle's tailhole tightly clamped shut for the moment, but she also couldn't help imagining the sick punishments she might receive when Fifi found out.

While Princess wondered how much longer she'd have to endure the constant cramping of her painfully full digestive tract, Marz was finishing up with her third orgasm since being exiled from the kitchen earlier. The soft groans and gentle sniveling from the bound bitch in the corner only helped get the sadistic mare off faster, and Marz couldn't resist letting out a loud, prolonged moan to show what a good time she was having.

"Damn, I need a break before my clit goes totally numb," said Marzipan, tossing the vibe onto the sofa next to her before laying her long arms out on the back of the sofa and leaning her head back. "Nothing gets my motor running like seeing a high and mighty bitch like you being put back into place."

Princess tried to ignore the mare's teasing, resting her muzzle in the corner and continuing to cry softly as she fought through another wave of pain muscle contractions. She swore she felt a drop or two escape into her diaper, but she somehow managed to hold the rest back before she accidentally let it all out. She really didn't want to do this in front of Marz, especially while the big bully was gloating. Though, what Princess wanted didn't matter. The enema was going to work its magic sooner or later, and she wouldn't be able to stop it for much longer. Still, the fireworks couldn't come soon enough for the impatient mare who watched from the sofa.

The hairs on the back of the poodle's neck stood up as she heard Marzipan get to her feet and start to make her way over to the corner. Sure enough, Princess felt a large, powerful hand on the back of her diaper a moment later, followed by a rough whisper in her ear.

"Don't bother trying to fight it," said Marz. "You'll feel much better once you let it all out."

Princess shut her eyes tightly and tried to block out the noise. She knew it was just another trick to get her in trouble. Unfortunately, the distractions didn't stop there. The poodle let out a surprised squeak as she felt two strong hands squeezing her ass. She almost filled her diaper right then, but she managed to hold back. Her relief didn't last long though, as the hands came meandering around to the front. One hand came up and grabbed her under the chin while the other found its way between her legs, rubbing up and down across the front of her diaper as she squirmed uncomfortably.

'No, not now,' thought Princess as she was molested. She certainly wasn't feeling frisky in her current state and every touch from the vile mare made her want to pull away in disgust. Yet, it was what Marzipan said next that really got the bitch's attention.

"I don't know if I can wait for your next punishment," she said. "I might have to go buckle myself back into the strapon and give it a quick ride in your poop-chute before Fifi gets back."

Hearing that, Princess called out for her new mommy, hoping the no nonsense hound would come and put a stop to the bullying. However, as she heard the shrill tone of the shock collar, she realized she'd made a horrible mistake. It had been a while since the last corrective shock, but the collar still delivered a quick, one second zap to the poodle for speaking too loudly. Regrettably, that one second was all it took, and the poodle suddenly found herself standing with a muddy, shit-filled diaper around her waist.

'Oh no, this can't be happening,' thought Princess as she felt the sickening sensations. It felt like warm beef stew pooling in the seat of her pants, and it quickly spread all over her diaper area. It was wet and swampy at first, but it didn't take long for the enema solution to be absorbed into the thick padding. Once the thirsty diaper had soaked up all the liquid, Princess was left with the massive load of sloppy, semi-solid feces that remained. It was disgusting. The tight diaper pressed the filth against her backside and the smell was even worse than she imagined it would be. The plastic underpants hardly did anything to stop the scent of fresh doggy manure from seeping out, earning the poodle some well deserved ridicule.

"Oh my, is that stench coming from you?" asked Marzipan, the smile on her face coming through clearly in her voice. She gleefully continued her shaming campaign as she patted, rubbed, and slapped the back of the poodle's diaper. "Not very lady-like, I must say. If only your sophisticated, high-class friends could see you now, reduced to a diaper pooping little baby in a matter of minutes by a simple disposable enema. So, how does it feel? Is shitting your pants as great as you thought it would be?"

Princess wept softly as she endured the utter disgrace of having her dirty diaper pressed against her skin. Before long, her her smooth, hairless buttocks had been thoroughly painted with a thick coating of sticky dung that made her rash start to itch and burn almost immediately. Then, finally satisfied that she'd spread the muck around as much as possible, Marzipan decided to get Fifi involved.

"Oh Fifi," called Marz. "This naughty baby just dropped a huge load in her diapers. Can I punish her?"

Princess cringed in embarrassment as she was tattled on. Though, she was pleasantly surprised by response from the kitchen.

"No," replied Fifi from the other room. "Get in here. Brunch is ready. I'll deal with the baby myself."

Marz scowled after being rejected a second time. Nonetheless, she did as she was told and headed for the kitchen, always happy to eat. On the way out, she passed Fifi who was on her way into the living room to take care of Princess.

"I can't believe you disobeyed me again," said Fifi, grabbing the stinky pup by the ear and turning the bitch around to face her. The hound gave a stern glare as she looked down and continued scolding the quivering baby slave. "You only had to wait two more minutes before I was going to come and get you, but you blew it. Well guess what, I'm going to make you sit in that awful mess for the rest of the day and all through the night. I hope you like having a diaper rash, because it's only going to get worse by tomorrow morning. Does that sound fair?"

Princess nodded her head vigorously, hopping not to annoy mommy anymore than she already had. Unfortunately, the punishments didn't stop there.

"Well, since you seem to enjoy wallowing in your own filthy excrement so much, that week of enemas I promised you just became two weeks, and they'll be double enemas starting tomorrow," continued Fifi. "Now get your smelly butt to the kitchen and have a seat on your stool."

Without needing to be told twice, Princess waddled her way past mommy and headed to the door. The bad news was just beginning to sink in as she made her way to the kitchen, and she was in tears by the time she made it to the familiar wooden stool from the day before. Turning to take her seat on the punishment stool, she saw that both her captors were intently watching her every move. Fifi, having followed her from the living room, was waiting with hands on her hips while Marz had a clear view from her spot at the table.

They both wanted to see the look of disgust on the poodle's face as she plopped down on her dirty bottom, and they weren't disappointed. Princess grimaced, feeling a mudslide of wet, slimy shit ooze into the front of her diaper the instant she sat down on the hard seat. Filth crept into ever nook and cranny of her diaper area, making it impossible to ignore the foul state of her diapers. Of course, that was the whole point. Princess had no other option but to sit there and deal with it, lowering her head and blushing while the adults chuckled and grinned at their adorable new baby.

Though, the attention was short lived and soon Fifi took her seat at the table across from Marzipan. Both being rather hungry, they quickly got to work divvying up the selection of food laid out on the table. There was quiche, sweet potato hash browns, and an assortment of bagels and muffins. On top of that, Fifi had some ham and bacon for herself, and the scent drove the hungry poodle wild.

Princess hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. She'd lost her dinner privileges for being a fussy eater, and now it looks like she'd be missing brunch too, since no one mentioned saving any for her. In fact, neither of them seemed to be paying her any mind other than a few embarrassing comments about her smell. Princess hoped she'd get something to eat after they both finished. She didn't care what it was, just so long as it filled her belly. Even that lousy oatmeal from last night would be bearable if it stopped her stomach from rumbling. A strip of bacon would have been preferable, but Fifi didn't think twice about devouring all the pork; taking extra joy in the fact that an inferior canine specimen was forced to watch.

After a good thirty minutes perched on the stool, Princess' mouth was watering for some food and her back was aching. Without user of her arms, she couldn't prop herself up and it was beginning to wear on her. She squirmed a bit, shifting back and force atop the stool as she tried to find a more comfortable position, but it only served to squish the foul mess in her diapers around even further. Luckily, the plastic underpants would keep her from leaking, but they also made her diaper twice as hot and uncomfortable. Sweat collected all around the waistband and leg gathers and it only got worse as she wriggled around, trying in vain to get comfy. Though, all of her crinkling and shuffling eventually got her noticed by her captors.

"What do you think she wants?" asked Marzipan as she pushed her plate away, totally stuffed.

"Probably just hungry," replied Fifi, finishing her second mimosa.

"Going to feed her yet?"

"After she showered me with oatmeal last night? I don't think so. She's going to be on a bottle-only diet for a few days while she learns to appreciate my cooking a bit more."

"Diabolical as always. What's on the menu today?"

"Well, I was planning to give her a bottle of formula after this, but I don't think she deserves it after stinking up the house."

"Like what?" asked Marzipan, cracking a wide smile as she thought about what it might be.

"You'll see. Why don't you go and get a bib on the big baby while I go get her bottle ready?" responded Fifi, donning a mischievous grin of her own.

The poodle squirmed nervously, feeling very uneasy as Fifi got up and left the room without a word. Now all alone with Marzipan, Princess could only watch helplessly as the mare made her way over to the stool.

"Let's get you ready," said Marz, towering over the sad looking pup. "It's feeding time and I'm sure Fifi's got something real tasty for you. Getting hungry yet?

Princess nodded obediently, trying not to instigate any sort of reaction from the massive, unpredictable mare.

"Does that mean you're gonna drink down your food without a big fuss this time?"

Again, Princess nodded, staying perfectly quiet as a frilly pink bib was tied around her neck.

"Let's hope so, because you'll be going hungry if you do, and you're skinny enough as it is," said Marzipan with a chuckle. "But seriously, you don't want to get locked in the toilet box like all the other picky eaters, do you?"

Princess quickly shook her head and looked away, not wanting Marz to see the fear in her eyes. Fortunately, the unnerving barrage of questions came to an end when Fifi entered the room once more. However, a feeling of dread quickly washed over Princess as she got her first look at the mysterious bottle in her mommy's hand.

The plastic baby bottle was tinted pink so it was hard to tell what was inside. Whatever it was, it didn't look like formula, but the poodle knew she would have to drink it anyway. Refusal might earn her another day without food, and she didn't know if she could handle that. Even still, she couldn't help but hesitate when the rubber nipple was pressed to her tightly closed lips.

"Come on now, start suckling like a good girl," said Fifi, looking and sounding very serious.

With a defeated sigh, Princess parted her lips and took the nipple willingly. She could just barely fit the nipple between her front teeth with the strict leather muzzle around her mouth, and a few drops of liquid escaped from the rubber teat in the process.

It was hot and salty. After just a few drops, she could tell it was piss. She'd never tasted it before, but the musky odor and flavor gave it away immediately. Her first reaction was to spit the nipple out and clench her teeth shut, but she couldn't work up the courage to do a damn thing while Fifi and Marz were watching. If she tried to resist in any way, they'd make her sorry. They always made her sorry, and their lessons had finally sunken in.

"That's a start," said Fifi, cocking her eyebrow as she held the bottle up for her baby to drink, "but you're not finished until you empty the whole bottle."

Distraught, Princess couldn't think of anything to do besides drink. She sucked the warm, yellow liquid out of the nipple, trying to gulp it down before the taste got to her, but it didn't work. The overpowering flavor of fresh dog piss filled her entire mouth, and she could smell it on her breath after only one sip. She wanted to spit the nipple out, but was too terrified of mommy's wrath to dare stop. Broken and obedient, she took another mouthful, and another, and another.

Before long, Princess was starting to feeling sick, but the bottle was still over halfway full. She could feel it sloshing around in her belly and it only got harder to swallow with each mouthful. Before long, she had to stop for a moment to regain her composure, positive that she would retch if she had to taste the salty brine just one more time.

"No stopping, dear," said Fifi, lifting the bottle up a bit higher for encouragement. Though, it was what she said next that did most of the convincing. "You'll drink down every last drop of my precious golden nectar. Then, once you're finally finished, you'll smile and thank me. Otherwise, you'll be getting another bottle before bed and another bottle tomorrow if you can't finish that one. There's no getting out of it. You'll get nothing to eat or drink besides my delicious piss until you learn to love it. So you better show me how much you love it right now."

"Besides," said Marzipan, adding to Fifi's comments, "there are much worse things we could be feeding you right now. Just think about that while you drink up."

Princess got the picture loud and clear, and began sucking again despite the sick feeling in her stomach. She tried to ignore the fact that she was drinking something that came out of her worst enemy, but she couldn't. The poor pup felt like she was less than nothing now, living off the bodily fluids of her cruel mistresses while they watched on for their own amusement. Regardless, her persistence eventually paid off, and the bottle was almost empty.

The poodle's belly was uncomfortably full now. Besides the horrid taste and the downright shame of having to drink mommy's piss, she had to struggle to fit the last few ounces into her already sour stomach. Eventually though, she got down to the end and prepared to swallow the last mouthful.

Princess was actually relieved to slurp down the last remaining drops. It was finally over, for now at least. She'd done as she was told, and could see the pleased look on her mommy's face. Princess was glad that mommy was happy with her. Maybe the punishments were over now. That's all she wanted anymore. She'd be a good girl from now on if it meant the punishments were over.

"Thank you, mama," muttered Princess through her muzzle, not needing to be reminded to show her gratitude as the excess drops of urine were dabbed from her chin by mommy.

"You're welcome, sweety," replied Fifi, thrilled to see how far her new slave had come in such a short amount of time. "Would you like Marzipan to take you to the bathroom and brush your teeth as a reward?"

Princess nodded eagerly, and gave a weak smile that was hidden beneath the leather muzzle. She'd been hoping to hear those words since she licked the crud off Marzipan's strapon the night before, and it was reassuring to see that her good behavior was already paying off.

Of course, Princess had no idea what the rest of the day had in store for her as she was carried away by the big mare. Once the poodle's mouth was all nice and clean, Fifi was going to put it to work for her. The big mama hound had been getting rather hot and bothered as she trained the new girl. Now that Princess was docile enough, she was ready to learn the art of pleasing a woman.

By the time Princess got back from the bathroom, she'd find Fifi waiting for her with no panties on. If the prissy poodle knew what was good for her, she'd kneel down and start eating pussy like her life depended on it. Though, Princess wasn't likely to argue. She was ready to follow the rules of the house if it meant staying out of trouble. After all, how long could her husband possibly leave her here?