Boone finished. No words. No pat on the head. Just tucked himself away like he’d used a urinal.
And she kneeled there, voiceless, stripped to utility, remade as less than human, waiting for her next order. Waiting to obey.
Kenny’s voice came from behind her. “Good pet. Back to the rug.”
She crawled back, stomach roiling, throat raw, body shaking, but the collar stayed quiet.
For now.
Boone snapped the leash to her collar and tugged her toward the door. “Outside. Let’s see if she remembers how to piss.”
The cold night air hit her bare skin like knives. The frozen ground cold on her burning knees.
Kenny took the shock collar off and said, “Go.”
With tears stinging her eyes, she squatted low and pissed like an animal. No grace, no way to control it, just piss steaming in the winter air, splattering messily down both thighs before it streamed down her right one and pooled beneath her before sinking into the earth. Humiliation lanced through her like fresh pain, burning hotter than the wind.
“Good little creature,” Silas said mockingly. “Knows enough to piss in the yard.”
“Pisses all over itself, though,” Boone said.
“Better the leg than the carpets,” Kenny responded, and he stooped behind her to clean her pussy and legs with baby wipes before he buckled the shock collar onto her other thigh.
She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. She couldn’t. Kenny wasn’t angry, just thorough, wiping her like she was a filthy animal who’d had an accident.
They walked her a few yards away from the mess, leash gently tugging when she didn’t realize Kenny was making a turn.“Position 4,” Kenny ordered, and she went into it as fast as she could manage.
Once again, he went through them over and over at random, her skin raw from the cold, thighs shaking, body twitching every time she faltered. The collar lit her up over and over, sharp, searing bursts that carved renewed agony into fresh skin with no mercy and no escape.
Her nerves were frayed, and every jolt staggered her more, pushing her limbs out of sync, her screams echoing silent in her head as she twitched and burned. Pain blurred into cold until there was no room left for thought. Only obedience.
When she was finally following orders without fucking up, pose after pose, Boone said, “Back inside,” and lifted her, carrying her in rather than making her navigate the steps again.
He gently settled her on the hardwood inside the door, and the warmth of the house hit like a taunt — relief paired with fresh dread. When she made it back to the living room rug, Kenny crouched in front of her, one more page in his hand.
“This is seven.”
The photo showed her with her lips wrapped around a cock.
“You’ll learn this number, too. When I say seven, you crawl over, open your mouth, and suck until we tell you to stop. No hesitation.”
Silas grinned, and his chuckle made her stomach twist. “Nowthe training gets interesting.”
Chapter 18
The commands came faster, one through six in Kenny’s calm voice, over and over in a random pattern, though thankfully on the rug and no longer in the freezing cold, but then came the newest number.
“Seven,” Boone barked, and she crawled quick, mouth opening before her brain caught up. His cock filled her throat in a brutal thrust that had her eyes watering, hands still useless in the mitts as he set the pace.
“Time her gag reflex,” Kenny said, and he pulled his phone out, watching the seconds tick while Boone fucked her face.
She tried to keep still, tried to breathe through her nose while he was out of her throat, then to accept him again when he shoved back in, but her body betrayed her with a gag after a few minutes.
“Two minutes, twenty-one seconds,” Kenny said flatly. “Needs work.”
“Focus, fuckhole,” Boone growled, jerking her head down so hard her nose mashed into his groin. She gagged again, drool pouring from her lips, tears spilling fast as her throat seized around his cock.
“Pathetic.” He shoved her back. “We’ll work on that later. Position three.”
