Mind Control Harem Ch. 07: Yippynips & Muzzlemutt

But he wasn't done. He pulled out of her, and snapped his fingers quickly. "Up Mutt, on your knees." Though she was exhausted in her post-torture and post-orgasm, she immediately was compelled onto her knees, and looked up at her Master with droopy, tired, obedient eyes. "Muzzle yourself," he growled, slapping his pussy soaked cock against her face. And without hesitation, she did. She was so broken from the pain and punishment, obedience came to her like law. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips tight around his shaft, pushing herself onto it as deep as she could go— which was to the base. Slut that she was, she had only a light gag reflex. She looked up at him for approval as she choked on his cock, and in response he smiled and pet her. "That's a good girl."

Yippynips had been witnessing all this horror, masturbating and torturing her own nipples to the sight of her sister being raped and branded. Her pussy juices had soaked through her jean-booty-shorts and stained the front. Then hearing Master's words of approval filled her with beautiful relief. She knew he wasn't saying them to her, but the mere sound of them felt hopeful and ecstatic. They could be good girls for him again, this hell would be over and the comfort of his approval would be hers again.

Master ejaculated straight down Mutt's throat. The semen asphyxiated her and she coughed some up through her nose and mouth. Hot cum was pouring out of her orifices, and meanwhile Master kept gently petting her glossy red wavy hair. A gentle kiss on the forehead and a warm smile were all it took to melt her inside. The taste of hot cum resting on her tongue and the warm feel of Master's jizz in her belly, Muzzlemutt felt herself naturally smile back at him with tears running down her cheeks. "Rest, sweet girl," he cooed. "Ruff!" She barked in obedient agreement. Though her ass still hurt like hell, she was finally calmed. As instructed, she curled up on the floor and rested. The crying hadn't stopped, but it was tranquil and quiet. Little remnants of fear and adrenaline were still running through Muzzlemutt's veins.

Master turned his attention to Yippynips now. With his cock still rock-hard— thanks to the assortment of self-engineered drugs he himself takes to help pleasure his whole harem of slaves— he towered over her imposingly. Her teary, vulnerable eyes were glued to the manly cock swinging over her. It had been on the edge for the past few minutes, and she was whining under her breath because of it. Her nipples were bruised at this point, which made keeping herself in pain much easier— when she felt like she was out of tears, she only pinched harder and found herself sobbing again. Looking down at the pathetic girl, he smiled softly. "You're doing so good, you're both such good girls!" She smiled back through the tears. And then, he took her by the throat and pushed her onto the carpeted floor. He took each of her nipples in hand through her black crop top— and it was easy to tell she had no bra on either, what with her erect nipples poking excitedly through her shirt. Pinching down hard on them, he ripped her jean shorts and panties off, revealing her pristine, shining pussy, dripping lewdly all over her. "You want Daddy to rail you, Nips?" The force of his grip make her squeal out in pain. Even if her nipples weren't bruised already, it would've stung horribly. "ARF!!" She cracked.

"You sure, sweetie?"

Tears streamed down her face. "ARF!!!"

"Alright, little slut." He rammed his hard dick straight into her sopping pussy, and immediately she came, screaming out with pleasure. The moment she came, he pinched down harder than she ever had, and her nipples burned with ecstasy. "Nnnng~!"

Then, he pulled out. He let her keep her shirt on, since, thanks to the hardness of her nipples it wasn't hiding anything anyways.

"Bitches, here."

Yippynips and Muzzlemutt's tired gazes turned attentively to Master. They crawled up to him, kneeling before him and waiting patiently at his feet. In turn, he got down on one knee as well, and smiled kindly at them. "I'm so proud of the both of you," he hummed, and held a hand over each of their pussies to gently finger them. They both moaned softly. He leaned in, speaking more softly. "Now, I know you're not broken, perfectly obedient sluts yet." He felt them both shudder, as if given perspective of the situation. He'd trained them quite well into his bitches within the span of an hour, but only so much can be done in so little time. Muzzlemutt furrowed her eyebrows, as if slightly frustrated by this, and a shade of anxiety crossed Yippynips's face. "But I'm going to pry all that will and nasty dignity out of you, until you're nothing but my perverted little fuckpuppies. Doesn't that sound nice?" At the sound of this, Yippynips had started sobbing quietly to herself again, and Muzzlemutt seemed more profoundly broken by his promise. But the both of them, in unison, turned to him with their distressed expressions, and barked for him.

"Arf!"

"Ruff!"

He rewarded them but pushing his fingers deeper into them. They parted their lips to let out little gasps, and as he smiled at them, they naturally smiled back— their positive association with his approval was quite reinforced now.

"Now come here, sweeties, it's time to take care of you. Mutt, on the ground, ass up," he said with a snap of his fingers, "And Yippynips, lift your silly shirt and show Daddy your pretty titties for me." The two obeyed. Master began with Muzzlemutt. He left to a cabinet and came back a moment later with a first aid kit. Gently, he began tending to the wounds he'd inflicted on her poor, supple ass. He cleaned and disinfected the cauterized cuts, swabbed them with cream, and bandaged them up. She tried to be strong through the process, only whimpering a bit every so often. Once it was done, he had her sit up, and gave her a loving hug— which turned out to be more reassuring than he'd expected. She broke down a bit in his arms. Even before all this, affection was somewhat foreign to her, growing up with the mother she had. After what she had just gone through, she really needed that hug.

Muzzlemutt didn't want to let go, but she did as he pulled away. His gentle smile left her pleasantly calm though, and so she sat patiently for him as he attended her twin sister. Turning to Yippynips, he saw that her nipples were incredibly abused. They were almost purple, their erectness in full swing from both arousal and bruised swelling. He applied numbing cream to the nipples and then covered each one with a small chemical cold pack. Yippynips squealed at the freezing sensation and blushed. Her nipples only got even harder. But despite the discomforting cold, they stopped hurting as much. "Hold those there."

He held the girls close against him, sitting on the floor with them and pampering them as healed. "You're my good babies, good puppies..." He gave them little kisses on their heads and let their treatments set for a bit.

As they rested, Yippy glanced up curiously at her Master with her big eyes. He was contacting someone on his phone, though for what, she had no idea. A couple minutes later, a small barrage of servants came down the stairs and passed Master and the puppies without a word, going off into a side room with blankets, pillows, and other decorative supplies. Master noticed Yippy's curious gaze. He took her cold packs from her nipples gently, to the relief of the freezing nubs, and clipped a leash on her collar like her sister. "They're fixing something up for you, pups. Let's go for a walk, hm?"

The two girls got on all fours and followed behind.

Muzzlemutt wasn't especially pleased about being taken for a walk on a leash. Her mind was a bit more composed. She was very aware of the carving in her asscheek, and the cum in her belly. She threw her head back to rid the wavy red hair from her face, and kept crawling like a good puppy. With this psychopath, "disobedience" was removed from her vocabulary. Her will had been crippled. Some part of her still wanted to escape, wanted to go back to her life of empty comfort and abusing her privilege. An even smaller part of her felt hostile towards her Master; it wanted dignity and vengeance. But intuitively, she shrunk away from such impulses. Even when given the greatest of opportunities to escape, she was easily and overwhelmingly defeated. And her attempt wasn't without consequences-- she had the brand to prove it. She wasnt sure she could go through another failed attempt at disobeying her Master. The learned helplessness was seeping in, and Master's kindness was a catalyst. It would be much harder to accept a perpetual hell, but the taste of reward and love he'd given her left her craving more. Like a dog at a dinnertable. She still felt she was herself, she was still angry underneath and she still hated Master, because it was common-sense too, right? But at the same time, she couldn't help but wiggle her little ass happily as she crawled behind her Daddy, safe and loved in the busom of obedience.

Master led the pups back up the stairs they'd come from-- picking up the control for the shock collars he'd thrown behind his back an hour or so ago and pocketing it.

Yippynips, like her sister, was faced with the same dichotomy: her will was broken with punishment and helplessness, and her obedience was rewarded with love and comfort. But unlike her sister, she had much more fearful tendencies. Her evasive nature attracted her more directly to obedience, and she more easily gave up her dignity for security— explaining why her ass didn't need to be branded. She wasn't by any means at peace with this whole situation either, having been forcibly intimidated into it. Yet, like her sister, she submitted to it almost naturally in the face of her training.

The two fresh-out-of-high-school bitches crawled up the stairs behind their Daddy, out of the basement and back into the main vestibule. Up until then, it had just been them and their master. Now the girls looked upon a crowd of faces. Some they recognized as the faces of their cleaning and guard staff, whom they had so regularly berated and abused. They both blushed instinctively with shame. How the tables had turned. Now they were beneath them, beneath basically everyone. They were nothing but dogs. They were both quite thankful that this legion of maids and butlers and guards all looked quite dazed and mindless, then.

Some other women approached them that they'd caught glance of before: the harem. Tittycow, Stripbunny, and Bimbodoll (Cummycunt was also there, but she was taking slow licks out of a bowl of water to hydrate herself. It was clear from her gentle moans of pleasure that each wetting of her tongue and lips was wetting her other lips as well.) Tittycow bent over, her huge milky udders swinging down in Yippynips's face, making her blush. "Aww, shes just adorable!" Tits cooed condescendingly.

Bimbodoll jumped giddily at the sight of them, making her lewd plastic tits bounce. "THEY'RE SO CUTE OMIGOSH! Can we keep them Daddy, pleaaaaseee?" Master gave her pantie clad pussy a pat pat. "Of course, sweetie. Their names are Yippynips and Muzzlemutt! Just be gentle, they're still a bit hurt."

"Are they trained? They have quite robust breasts." asked Titsy, before pinching Yippy's cheek. "Don't you baby, you have very nice titties yes you do! Do a trick, sweetie!"

Stripbunny timidly approached Muzzlemutt--who was dying of humiliation-- and pet her head. Muzzlemutt wanted to retaliate in indignant anger, but all she could muster was a genuine growl, which made Stripbunny jump back. Master looked over at the mutt with a glare. "Hey, NO." Muzzlemutt immediately shrank in fear, her eyes watering immediately. "Bad girl. Be nice with your sister. Bunny, down, level with Muzzlemutt. She's going to give you a nice, gentle puppy kiss, aren't you mutt?"

"...Ruff..." she barked in frustrated obedience. Stripbunny sat down in front of her like a bunny, still looking very timid and afraid of the dog. Muzzlemutt's face couldn't get any redder as she leaned forward. She planted a warm, wet puppy-kiss on Bunny's cheek, at the ticklish feeling, Bunny giggled. "Good girl!" Master cooed proudly. He pet his mutt lovingly and Tittycow clapped with excitement at the adorable obedience. "She's so precious!"

"They are, they're very good girls. And yes, they can do tricks! Muzzlemutt is going to be swallowing a lot of things for the rest of her life, so I think we should let her practice, dont you? Cow." Tittycow blushed a bit, understanding his insinuation. She pulled down her clothes, and let her massive HH cups fall out. Muzzlemutt was caught completely off guard, her mouth agape and eyes open. "Well? Go on, puppy. Suckle from your mommy, hm? I don't want you to stop til that silly puppy tummy is nice and full." She glanced up at Master, but any thoughts of pleading or objecting disappeared as soon as they came. She knew he was entirely serious. So reluctantly, she crawled to Tittycow's enormous, dripping right tit. "That's it," said Tittycow, like a gentle mother, "that's my good girl, help Mommy out~" Muzzlemutt's hesitation was purely in how slowly she opened her lips. With a final glance up at the kind smile of Tittycow, she wrapped her lips around her nipple, and began to suckle. Titsy's breasts were so bloated, that it didn't take much else. Her nipple sprayed abundant titty-milk into Muzzlemutt's mouth at a surprising pace, so much so that she had to drink by gulps just to keep up. But, it tasted nice. Tittycow's loving hand rested on Muzzlemutt's head, petting her encouragingly. She felt infantilized, yet so warmly and comfortably so. Tittycow's busom felt safe and loving. She shut her eyes, and smiled gently, enjoying downing so much of her mommy's milk while she pet her.

Yippynips, at the sight, felt secondhand shame. She watched her sister melt into the pleasure of suckling another woman's milk from her breast. Master gave Yippynips an encouraging pat on the ass with his foot. "I think you should join your sister, don't you sweetie? Yippynips blushed in surprise. She looked up at Master with pleading eyes, but he only raised an eyebrow inquisitively. She was a good girl. Horribly ashamed, she only let out a small "arf" of agreement. She crawled up to Tittycow, who looked at her with a loving smile and pet her like with her sister. "It's okay, sweetie." She lifted her heavy breast for her. "Go on~!" Though averting her eyes Yippynips gently latched on, and began suckling. Shame turned to surprise turned to eager comfort. Together, the sisters gulped down all Tittycow's yummy milk, filling their bellies up nicely. Master watched with perverse interest, as did Bimbodoll and Stripbunny; though the puppies occassionally became aware of the eyes on them, their shame melted back away at the motherly pampering of their milky provider. About 10 minutes later, Tittycow's full breasts had turned to more comfortable G cups, and the girl's bellies were full of milk. They unlatched themselves, and looked up at Tittycow with loving wide eyes, milk dripping from their lips. Master smiled down at them. "Did you like your meal, puppies?" The two turned around, still in the blissful daze of comfort and warmth, and happily barked.

"Ruff!"

"Arf!"

He smiled down at them. "Good girls. You two will be draining Mommy a lot more often from now on. She needs help with her big, milky udders," Master pouted. The girls blushed and nodded. "Now, let's bring you two back downstairs, hm? It's time for your rest."

The two puppies, full of warm milk and much calmer, crawled behind Master. Tittycow waved them goodbye, so Yippynips blushed softly and waved back while Muzzlemutt gave a happy little "Ruff ruff!"

Back down in the basement, Master led them into sideroom that the girls previously had seen some "legion slaves" bringing decorative supplies into. This sideroom? Was the kennels. Guard dogs used to be stored there, but had been sold into dog fighting rings once they proved "unworthy of the investment," as Nicole, mother of the puppies, had reasoned.

Master decided the investment was worth pursuing; he wouldn't put the empty cages to waste. The girls crawled into the kennels and saw two beautifully decorated dog cages. They had frilly silky blankets and pillows in the interior, as assortment of dildos and buttplugs and vibrators to play with themselves, and cute little signs on the front of each cage door, painted all girlishly: "Yippynips! <3" and "Muzzlemutt~ 8=D". Notably, behind each cage stood inscrutable, steely machines.

"These are your new beds girls! Aren't you too gonna be so comfy here? Yes you are!"

Yet, Master didn't open the doors for them. This would be the last stage of their training for the night. He walked over to a corner where Muzzlemutt noticed a chest, a bureau and a dresser stood. She didn't know the kennels had those. Master returned with a leather sack filled with items he'd scrounged from the room pieces. He cracked his knuckles and knelt down beside Muzzlemutt. "We'll start with you. Open maw, girl." She was a bit afraid of the uncertainty of what was happening, but parted her lips wide without hesitation anyways.

Master began by taking a 4 inch dildo from the sack. It looked very flexible and notably soft. He pushed it into Muzzlemutt's mouth. She didn't gag, though she was caught off guard and he could see as much in her wide eyed gaze. He continued by strapping the dildo around her head.

"You like your muzzle, sweetness?"

"Rrff!" she tried barking, though it was adorably muffled. In all honesty, she had no love for the thing. It wasn't horribly uncomfortably, just barely tickling her gag reflex. But it wasn't particularly welcome either. Her discontent, however, didn't go unnoticed, and she received a light but stinging slap on her cunt.

"Aeigh!"

"Honesty isn't disobedience. Answer your Master truthfully."

She whimpered very quietly, before trying again, with more sincerity in her response. "Rff rrf..." No.

Master smiled down at her. "You will."

He sat Muzzlemutt back against her hands-- or rather, paws-- and gently pulled down her panties, along with her socks. Though these little garments didn't do much, Muzzlemutt couldn't help but feel much more exposed, truly nude for him. Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. Her Master proceeded. From the bag, he pulled a buttplug tail, the tail slick and long like that of a bloodhound, a pair of specialized paws of a matching color, and some big, floppy bloodhound ears. Muzzlemutt would've been more scared of the plug, but her ass had already been horribly tortured today. She eyed it with a slight sense of discomfort, and awaited instructions.

He started with the ears, placing them comfortably in her hair. Then, he took each of her hands and placed the paws over. They were like mittens, except they had no sleeves for fingers. They were tight fits and made of leather, so when Master locked the wrists shut-- each mitten with an actual lock-- they were inescapable and incapacitating. Finally, had her sit up, tits down and ass in the air-- which he called "presenting" and instructed the girls to remember it as such. Then, without lube, he pushed the large plug slowly but deep into her asshole. She screamed through the cock-muzzle, feeling it tear her anus just a bit. She knew she must've been bleeding. Yet she stayed still for her Master. "You've transformed into our perfect little guard dog, haven't you Mutt? Wag your new tail!"

Disoriented, with warm streaks of tears running down her face, the warmth of her blood lubricating her asshole, and her big stupid dog ears covering her eyes, she obeyed. She leaned forward on her paws and began shaking her ass back and forth, making the long slick tail follow her lewd movements.