EXTRACT FOR
The Breaker
(C. Moose)

I crated up my two novice bitches and the one I had in for boarding, leaving each of them with something to think about before I returned my favourite to run loose in her pen with the gate unlocked.   I didn`t take chances, even with her.  She was hobbled with weights, allowing her limited freedom.  All of my current responsibilities taken care of, I gloved up and settled down to the long slow process of breaking the new bitch.



She was whimpering a little bit, her body dewed with sweat.  Her scent was sharp with fear and adrenaline, with the sour undertone of drugs. She jerked and startled wildly when I slid a slick finger over her asshole.  She was blind and deaf inside the hood, her head thrashing as she twisted in the restraints, newly afraid.



The restraints held her firmly in place, no matter how wildly she tried to avoid my probing finger.  I massaged the tightly clenched little hole patiently, smoothing more lube over it and nudged a finger tip within its tight grasp.  I petted her bottom, just stroking my hand over her ass and thighs, languidly teasing her while I waited for her to figure out that the finger in her ass wasn`t going to kill her.



As soon as she calmed a little, I immediately nudged my finger in deeper, and started to give her a nice little hand spanking.  I`m not sure which sensation had her wailing, but I suspect it was the anal penetration. Most wild bitches are frantic when they first experience it, although the bitches I get in for training are usually worse, ruined by bad handling and impatient owners.



My hands are small, even for a woman, and I have long, slender fingers. I used plenty of lube, and took my time, but that ass was going to be opened up if it took me the next week to manage it.  Her butt was warming up nicely by the time she finally settled down a little, uttering small squeaks of protest in sweet counterpoint to the sound of my hand striking her pretty bottom as I eased that single finger in and out of her asshole.



The stainless steel syringe was perfect for the initial flush.  Between the drugs, the stress and the travelling, she was surely in need of a thorough purging.  She yelped in surprise as the heated oil suddenly flooded her ass, the pressure forcing oil high up into her bowel.  As upset as that made her, her yelp of protest was nothing compared to the pleading whimpers that came a few minutes later.



I used my favourite rubber slapper.  It would leave her feeling thoroughly spanked without the possibility of deeper tissue damage, like the welts and bruises left by some other toys.  The rubber was easy to disinfect and clean, always an important consideration.  Between the pressure building in her gut and the pain of the strapping, she was soon wailing again, sobbing piteously utterly mortified when her sphincter finally gave up the ghost.  I reached around from the side and massaged her clitoris as she voided her bowels, staying well out of range of her distressed spurting.



I hosed away the foul smelling slime, briskly washing her anus and perineum before changing my gloves and starting over, slipping a well lubricated finger in her ass to slick her up for the next treatment. First came two additional litres of heated mineral oil followed by a vibrating butt plug hardly than my index finger.  It added a whole new dimension to the retention phase as I gave her the spanking she would always receive with her enemas during training.