Thread: Pet Trainer (Malin, and LataPaine)

Nathan's eyes watched her like a hawk, as she slowly got to her feet, she was athletic, and had long legs, but she still looked very much like the teenager that she was. He could see her crying, and in truth he liked that about her. It was one of the reasons she was such a good catch, and something he knew he would enjoy. He didn't make any assumptions with kids these days, but part of him said that she was bound to be a virgin, and if she was that was even better. He sat on the edge of his seat watching her with lustful eyes as she finally got to her feet, she had learned the part to shut up at least... or so he thought. Nathan watched as she whimpered and removed the Hoodie, slowly. He could see more of her chest now with the white shirt, he doubted that it was her actual size poking through rather it was probably some kind of push up bra, but his eyes constantly drew back to her long slender legs. God he wanted to keep this pet alive for as long as he possibly could finding one with legs that good again would be difficult. Oh. Nathan said almost startled by the hoodie being thrown towards him, he moved his arm and managed to pull it out of the way as he got up loosing very little time as he was about to give chase. She had startled him as she had seemed like she was actually going to be obedient at first, and for a moment he had let down his gaurd. However now he was up, and just as he was about to give chase her stomach gave out. He let out a short laugh as he quickly caught up to her as she sat on her knees in his living room, vomiting on his wood floor. Nathan stood over her for a moment before he grabbed her Hard, and pushed her onto the ground. He did what any good owner did to their pets when they did something disgusting, and pushed Julies face into her own vomit, rubbing her nose into the ground where her stomach had given out, and held her against the floor. He knew her body must have been overworked because of the sudden running, but that was no excuse for making a mess all over his floor, and he would soon teach her that lesson as he forced her to lay in the grotesque contents of her own stomach. Not only rubbing her face in it, but soaking her hair in her own vomit. Bad girl look at what you did. You are going to clean that up, but first. He finally let her up she was still in his firm clutches, and this time he took every advantage of that fact. His hands gripped her white T-shirt, and his nails dug in, slowly ripping the fabric until he had a good enough grasp to simple destroy the shirt and reveal her bra. Her punishment was far from over, even as he ripped apart the shirt he held her body close to his. This is what she got for not taking him seriously, he had always planned on throwing out her clothing, after all what did a pet need with anything more then a collar? but there was some satisfaction that she would never be able to even use this shirt for anything more then a rag. As he ripped her shirt apart he expected her to fight with him, but even if she did, she had to know her body was too weak from the drugs to really fight him in anything. Listen up, your not a human anymore, your my bitch, and when I tell you to shut up and strip, you fucking shut up and strip, and you certainly don't insult your master. As he spoke he played on the fact that her stomach was already weak, and simply drove his fist into her kidneys as he dropped her, hoping to induce another round of vomiting.