Thread: Pet Trainer (Malin, and LataPaine)

She can still be heard heaving and spitting up, trying to clear her throat the best she can of whats left of the vomit. Her throat feels quite sore now, very likely burned a little from the stomach acid she threw up along with what was left of her dinner. Shell very likely have a hard time speaking for a while with her throat sore and irritated, wishing the man would let her clean out her mouth, but she would only feel his hand gently being placed upon her back. Her eyes would widen and her body would stiffen from the gentle caress, half expecting him to hit her again, but only feeling him gently stroking the exposed flesh of her back. She whimpers and sniffles as she stares forward, fearing what he may do to her next. From how hes been hitting her, she can only assume he care too much about physically damaging her young body as she feels the two bruises throbbing painfully to remind her of what he would do to her if she continues to resist him. She even thinks he may even end up killing her if she continues to fight him. A horrified look returns to her face when hearing him explaining that his home is now hers, further telling her that she wouldnt be leaving any time soon. At this moment, she can only hope the police would be able to find her. Having been unconscious, she is very much unaware that she is pretty much in the middle of nowhere. If she knew that there is no way for anyone to find her, she would very like panic, but for the moment, she tries to stay calm as she listens to him explain that no further harm would come to her young flesh as long as she continues to behave herself. Y-Yes Bad Bad pets need to be p-punished She answers nervously, sitting there trembling as she feels her heart racing from fear. Soon after, she hears him moving behind her, soon feeling a cool breeze coming from outside as he opens the glass door leading to the backyard. She cant help but begin to think of running towards the door, but as long as the man stays in the way, there isnt any chance of that happening. Not wanting to risk another hit, she keeps herself from doing so while he brings over a box of various toys. Seeing him opening the box, she sees so many things she isnt familiar with, but she is very aware of the collar he pulls out, further telling her that hes serious about making her his pet. Still sniffling and struggling to fight off her sobs, she slowly gets to her feet. She stands so that her back is still to him, still trembling from a mixture of fear, pain, and nausea. The room just rotates before her eyes, still under the effects of the drug. Having been made to throw up only seems to make it worse for the young female, barely looking as if she can stand still as her body continues to wobble from side to side as she begins to remove her clothes. She stares by removing her torn shirt, letting it fall to the floor before working on removing her bra. A deep blush can be seen on her face as she closes her eyes, letting her firm breasts bounce free as gravity takes hold. She tries hard not think about the man watching her as she strips for him, moving her hands down her body, she bends over and removes her shoes and socks before moving back up to work on her pants. After undoing the belt and unzipping her pants, she slide her thumbs inside, making sure to hook her panties as well as she begins pushing them down her legs. Once more, she bends over, giving the man a good look of her firm rear end as she removes her pants and places them in the pile of her clothing. Now fully nude, she quickly brings her right arm to cover her chest while using her left to cover her virgin slit, showing some modesty for a young tom-boy.