“Say something. We paid, didn’t we?”
The rich jerk and his posse looked down at me coldly.
“Uhh, I know this dude who calls himself Crimson-something-or-other and works at the arena. He’s a total idiot—it’s really hilarious. The other day—”
“Dog.”
“Yes?”
“A dog doesn’t speak fluent human, does it? Bark.”
“...Woof-woof. Waoooo.”
He and his posse laughed loudly, but the rest of the pub was unenthused.
Is this abuse? Is it? Maybe this was a bad idea... I’m not used to this kind of bullying.
“Dog, how much are you per shot?”
“Seventy rubers—woof.”
“Okay, I’ll buy you.” He stacked 70 rubers on the table and said, “First, suck it.” Without moving. He just sat there.
He was looking down at me with icy eyes that said, Start right here. The pub fell silent. A chill was in the air, and I wished I could take the cat ears off.
“Wa-waoo?”
“I said, ‘Suck it,’ dog. You must know at least that trick.”
I looked at the posse, thinking he couldn’t possibly be serious, but they were also glaring at me with these looks on their faces—down at the pitiful puppy-kitten-whatever creature.
Madam approached, clearing her throat. “Young Master, we’ll prepare a special room for you, so—”
“My father played around like this here when he was young. He said he and his friends would drink and pass girls around all night. Madam, you were here back then, right?”
Madam’s expression didn’t change, but she did hesitate a minute before saying, “Was I?” with a faint smile.
But she couldn’t say anything else back. It was probably true. There are piles and piles of guys here who would have no issues doing something like that.
I read the room and said, “Please allow me to suck you—woof!”
Seeing the ripple that went through the room, the rich jerk laughed again. “What a clever dog!”
“Woof-woof!”
I undid the buttons of his clothes, something like a fitted suit, and out came a surprisingly big cock.
I grabbed it and started licking like a dog. Even though I was wearing cat ears.
He had the gall to have one fantastic cock. Dark with a nice curve. It was so nice I wanted to take a picture and show it to my friends.
Maybe he wants to flaunt it. I made sure the other customers could see and licked slowly from the base up to help him show off how big it was.
“So how is it, little mutt? How does the Young Master’s cock taste?” one of guys with him said like a moron.
I answered like a moron right back, “Totally yummy—woof!”
He laughed his ass off and then said, “Then put it in!” and shoved my head down to force the dark cock into my mouth.
From there he got a tight grip on my hair and started moving my head. The tip of dude’s cock hit the back of my throat, and it hurt so bad I got tears in my eyes, but that must have been funny to them, because he sped up. They really went to town on my mouth.
“Nnn, nnnn, ngh, ngh.”
“Hey, no teeth!”
“You know what’ll happen to you if you leave a mark on the Young Master’s cock, don’t you?”
No one in the pub was talking anymore. Some customers started to leave. I was mostly praying the idiot would just cum already—as one of the girls, I felt responsible for the ruined atmosphere.
There were probably some creeps getting horny watching me get abused. Guys like that probably love this sort of thing.
Go ahead and watch. I’m a pro, you know. I got a bunch of spit together so it would be noisier. I put my hand up my dress and pretended to masturbate.
“Ha-ha! Look at that. This dog’s getting off.”
“She’s not even on the level of a dog.”
“C’mon, take it deeper.”
“Nnnn, ngh,”—schlurp—“Nn, nn.”
As the customers grew more transfixed, the rich jerk and his friends went even further.
“Haru...”
Someone murmured my name, sounding concerned.
But I didn’t have the bandwidth to pay attention. It hurt and I could hardly breathe. That dark cock was starting to piss me off.
Then, with no heads-up, he suddenly ejaculated, the asshole.
The moron pulling my hair pressed my head down with all his might, so the dark cock smacked my throat thingie, and to top it off, semen started pouring down the wrong tube.
“Urk, gack, guh!”
“Ow, what the fuck!”
When I choked, my teeth touched him, so he slapped me.
“Gimme a break, you shitty mutt. Fuck, that hurt... Hey, hold her down.”
Semen dribbled out of my mouth as he flipped me over. Next, the posse bro got me lying face-down on the table.
Then they flipped my dress up to reveal my white underwear.
The shop had started buzzing, and I heard someone shout an excited, “Ooh!” One guy even whistled when they uncovered my smooth bottom.
“This dumb dog needs to be trained.”
The rich jerk took his belt off. The belts here are made of tanned bark, so they’re rougher than leather and hard. He took it and whipped my bottom as hard as he could.
“That hurts!”
When I screamed, he hit me again.
“Dogs don’t talk!”
It hurt so bad I thought the skin had to be broken.
But I kept it together and pretended to cry like a dog. “Awooo, awoo!”
“Ha-ha-ha! Stupid dog!”
He may very well have let me off with three strikes because of my good dog impression.
But the rich jerk’s training didn’t end there—his rock-hard cock approached.
Someone whistled again. I made a dog whine, “Aoo-wao,” like, Do whatever you want.
“One moment, Young Master. I’ll prepare her for you without delay.”
Madam came over with lube and a towel.
It stung a bit when she put lube on my bottom where he’d beaten me, but yog lube is good for wounds, too; it melted into my irritated skin right away.