Wild Dogs CAN be Broken (Closed)

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So it had come to this. Another supposedly "tough" furry turned into a whimpering puppy after just two weeks! Alice sighed as she entered the shelter, hoping to pick up a dog furry who lasted longer than that. Two weeks! And she had not even gone too rough on him. As she walked along the row of cages, her merciless green eyes carefully studied each of them. Too small. Too thin. That one flinched for a moment when she fixed her eyes on him. Strange, she thought, that she scared them, even though she looked so harmless! A petite woman with long, blonde hair, she did not look the part of the cruel mistress at all... except for those eyes, glaring coldly out of an otherwise angelic face with a small nose and full lips.
The people working at the shelter knew her all too well. If they had known what she did to the abandoned furries she kept picking up there, they would have probably opened fire the moment she had stepped out of her car. But for all they knew, she was just some crazy dog lover. They did not suspect that she simply lost interest in her pets once they became docile. Then she mostly sold them off. They were very popular because you never needed to punish them in any way, except by mentioning her name.
She was already about to give up her search when she was magically attracted by a cage adorned with warning signs. The one inside was apparently fear incarnate. To her, though, that just meant fun.
 
Cerberus is a male 19 yr. old German Sheppard Furry. He is a loyal furry but has a temper and he won’t let anyone break his alpha male sprit. He has had a few scuffles with the staff at his new home some random dog pound. They would try to take his food bowl before he was done and he would growl and bear his teeth at them or some of them he would nip at them ,not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough they got the idea. Even the other dogs around him is afraid of him and they never even been in contact with him. If he even growled loud enough for them to hear they would shut up. The manager of the shelter has said that Cerberus would only be fit for junk yard protection or an attack dog and that it no one should own this dog. Cerberus loved the fact that no one would bother him during the day because of all the warning signs on his cage.

Today started like any other day people mostly stayed away from him unless they had to do something like feed him or try to retrieve the food bowl from his cage. He heard and smelled the fear of the other dogs in the shelter and couldn’t help but to chuckle a little bit in his head. A figure stopped in front of his cage and just stood there admiring the signs that adorned his cage. “Whatever you are thinking it’s a mistake” he thinks to himself while the figure stood there. He gave her some time before letting out a loud dominate bark. He hear all of the whimpering in the shelter stop immediately and seen some of the staff in ear shot jump.
 
Alice did not flinch at the bark but instead got a small cattle prod out of her purse. "That one", she said with a cold smile and nodded impatiently when the staff member gave her a horrified look somewhere between "are you sure?" and "are you mad?". As the fearful employee swung open the heavy door, she just stood there and pointed the device forward, ready to shoot.
Finally, someone who would challenge her skills! There was something animal-like about him beyond the obvious fact that he was, well, a furry. He seemed feral, as if he had more of an actual dog in him than usual. A werewolf, almost. Of manlike intelligence - she could see that in his eyes - but with the animalistic drive to rip and mangle just underneath it. The more she examined him, the more she was convinced he was the right choice: Animal enough to make it interesting, but man enough (in more ways than one, she noted, looking between his legs) to satisfy her...womanly needs.
 
Cerberus looked up at the woman that was now holding a small cattle prod out like she was going to use it. He only made a snorting sound before he lowered his head not scared of the woman and her little stick. He wasn’t scared because if he wanted to taste her blood he only had to endure the shock until it’s battery died out on her. He didn’t know if this woman was incredibly stupid or is it that she didn’t have any idea about him. He could still feel her staring at him waiting for something but he wasn’t going to let her dictate what he was doing she may want to adopt him but he was going to retain his alpha spirit. It was going to take an army to break him and make him act like a domesticated dog and she didn’t look like a army. He hated the fact she was standing there pointing a stick at him staring at him so he began to growl hoping that it would scare her away so that the shelter workers would close the cage door.
 
Exactly what she had hoped for: Defiance, strength...stupidity. Without hesitating, she stepped into the cage and pressed the prod against his neck. "I will not be growled at", she explained calmly. Honestly, she was scared to death, even though her stern look showed none of it. If he called her bluff, if he attacked her, she would be dead. Even more of a reason not to show fear, then! These moments of danger were what she lived for, and the excitement brought a small smile to her lips - she hoped like hell it would make her look even scarier.
 
He was shocked that the woman stepped into the cage but he never let it out. He looked up still growling and showing his teeth this time the feeling of the prod against his neck only enraged him more. He could smell the fear ooze out of her even though she wouldn’t show it. He thought to himself “you would hate to have your little toy broken wouldn’t you.” He knew that right now it was going to be a game of wills and he was going to make sure he made her work of her win. He still laid there growling gat her waiting to see what she did testing her to see if she was going to be strong willed as she was putting on or like other people that tried to break him fail and leave him alone.
 
Idiot. Did he really think he could escape punishment for growling at her just by playing the nice doggie now? Completely ignoring the open-mouthed horror of the attendant as she realized what was about to happen, Alice pushed the button and sent a beam of agony through the furry's strong body. As cramps and spasms shook him, she kept the device pressed to his fur and casually remarked to the caretaker, who was still shocked (if not as much as the shaking, writhing pet): "Trust me. I know what I am doing."
 
He could feel his muscles tense up and he couldn't keep them from clinching up all he could do was lay there and take it. He didn't let out a sound he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of hearing him yelp from the pain. Once the prod had quite shocking him without hesitation he grabs with his muzzle what he could of the prod and says "Stupid bitch!" He could hear a cracking sound he thought it was either the prod or his teeth but he wasn't letting go for anything.
 
Trying to bite through the cattle prod? Not even screaming at the shock? She was getting more than a little scared now... she could not think of anything that would control him... except - of course. Her foot shot into his groin like a cannonball. If he was man at all, he would scream now!
 
As soon as her foot hit his crotch he let out a yelp and let go of the prod. He stopped growling at this woman he didn't want her foot near his crotch again. He still shot her a defying look at her still showing her that she hadn't won yet and showing her like the Marines he wasn't going to give up.
 
Well, at least he had made some kind of noise... if that was not a vulnerable area, what was in this furry-shaped demon? While he was still nursing the pain, she could enact the next part of her plan. She got handcuffs from her purse and prepared to put them on him.
 
He could feel the flood of pain hit him once her foot left his crotch and he didn't look at her or move at all for a bit. He could also feel himself growing. harder by the second and didn't know why was the pain a turn on for him? He just laid there glaring at this woman at this woman who is putting cuffs on him. He wondered what else she was going to do.
 
She was abusing a furry right there in the shelter, but the personnel did not seem to care. They were too busy staring in awe at the woman who had just tamed their nightmare. Alice checked the handcuffs, making sure they were much too tight, gave her new pet another kick in the crotch to remind him who was boss (Besides, he was starting to annoy her), then dragged him over to the counter by his cuffs before they could rethink giving one of their furries to a blatant abuser. At the moment, though, the attendants were all too happy to be rid of him. Two of the bravest even hesitantly grabbed his feet, helping Alice to carry him out.
 
He just laid there letting her put the cuffs on him tight as she wanted. Cerberus was still in a state of shock because every time she hit him he couldn't help but to get hard and horny. He didn't know if it was the pain or the lose of control but something was turning him on. He let her drad him up to the desk if dhe would have told him to walk he would have just to avoid her kicking him in his crotch again. He even let the staff carry him by his legs. He just wa
nted his hornyness taken care of.
 
Alice noticed something rise between her pet's legs and smiled slightly. For a short, evil moment, she considered deflating it with another kick... but then decided against it. The paperwork filled out, she dragged the furry out of the door by the cuffs, towards the van she had rented. Inside, behind its open doors, there was a sturdy box of thick wood. It had only a few small air holes. The flap at the front was open, showing a small, bare space - just big enough to crouch in.
 
He was some what helpless at this moment when she started dragging him to a van. She opened a wooden box and threw him in it closing it behind him. He heard the door slam twice before the van started to move. He began to feel himself to see if she bruisedd anything. but he couldn't help but to stroke himself letting out little yelps in pain but they soon turned to moans..
 
Her house was deep in the woods and surrounded by immeasurably deep rows of dark firs. Except for the large yard with a high mesh fence (topped with barbed wire, no less!) it looked very unremarkable. Just another regular, light grey farm house with a gravel road leading to it. Alice parked in front of it, hefted the box onto a cart and wheeled it down the van's ramp and into the small barn next to the house. Inside, the barn was dark and smelled of its previous occupants. In the sparse light coming in through the slightly-opened door, ominous metal things glistened. Whatever they were - they were certainly no farm implements. The barn looked ordinary, except for the double padlocks on the door and the concrete floor - a new addition after a bad experience with an especially determined pet.
She was a strong woman for her size; nevertheless, she was quite winded after wheeling the heavy box into the room. Sweating and panting, she set it down and left, carefully locking and double-checking the two padlocks. After all this excitement, she really deserved some rest.
 
He didn’t want to get off in such a cramped space so Cerberus quite playing with himself. He couldn’t see where they woman who had took him from the shelter was taking him but from how long he was in the box it felt like forever. He felt someone load him onto something and wheeled him into some kind of house and it smelled of whatever was in it before him. He felt the box land on a hard floor before he heard whoever was wheeling him into the building leave locking the door behind them. He waited a little bit to make sure that she wasn’t waiting to kick him in the crotch again before he left the box. He went round sniffing trying to get familiar with his surroundings. He was still hard and wanted to get off. He began to masturbate again but this time he had room to stretch out and be comfortable. He couldn’t believe that he was still horny and wanted to cum after everything that happened to him he still couldn’t figure out what it was that was making him this way but all that faded when he felt himself being pushed over the edge. He was standing on his legs when he shot rope after rope of cum on the floor of where ever he was at his balls had unloaded a huge thick creamy load. Just after he shot the last rope of cum out of himself he heard the door opening.
 
So much for the handcuffs! When Alice saw what had happened, her first reaction was to slam the door shut and lock it from the inside - that way, he had to go through her to escape. Too bad he looked like he would be all too happy to go through her.
She had checked the cattle prod and found nothing seriously wrong with it except for the deep bite mark. It now hung on her "utility belt" - actually an old police belt - together with some other accessories. And a holster. There was no way she would take a risk with this one, so she drew the gun and casually held it in his direction. She was not aiming yet, but making it very clear that she could do so at any time. "Bad dog", she said casually as she chambered a round. "Lie down flat on the floor at once, or I will have to make another trip to the shelter today. Do you really want me to go through all that hassle?"
 
He seen that she had a gun but didn't really know if she knew how to use it and wasn't going to take a chance on her playing around with it and turning him into a unic. He slowly laid on the ground away from the pool of cum on the floor. he looks up at her and sees that she still had the prod and thought to himself that he had to destroy that thing.
 
So he had slipped the handcuffs, somehow... no matter. The second pair from her belt would hold until she had her revenge... she tightened them on his wrists, then hissed into his ear: "What a mess. I want that licked up. Now." To emphasize her threat, she brought the cattle prod to his buttocks.
 
He was hesitant to lick it up until she pressed the prod into his butt a little harder. Where she had the prod if he jerked the wrong way it might slip and hit his balls and Cerberus didn't really want to know how that felt.He licked it up not swallowing any of it and began to get horny again .a
 
She switched the prod for the gun again and pressed it to his neck. "Good dog. Now, you somehow escaped the handcuffs. That was...impressive. And also very, very forbidden. Do you see that low table over there? The one with the nice, sturdy leather straps? I want you to get up and slowly walk over there. Have a nice lie-down, and then we will talk about how you are supposed to behave. Okay?"
Alice delivered the whole speech in a friendly tone and with a genuine smile - this was all part of the game, and she was having a great time.
 
He felt the gun press against his neck and slowly walked to the table she had told him to go to. He didn't know what the table was for but he didn't want to get shot either so he just did as he was told to do. he laid on the table and waited for her to do what ever she was going to do.
 
It was not easy, strapping the furry to the table while also holding the gun to his head, but - safety first. After what he had done with the handcuffs, she was not sure the straps would hold him for more than a few minutes, but that would hopefully be enough.
 
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