101 Dalmatians Cadpig Novels & Stories

I stood up extremely confused. "Your name is Camilla right?" he asked me. "Yes, my name is Camilla." I replied. "You can sit down, you must be tired" I sat down on the bed looking very confused. "I don't need all those acts of subservience and docility. You can just be yourself." he told me. I would be lying if I said, I wasn't confused. Even though this was obviously my first time being sold to an owner, I had heard stories about girls being sold and I knew their masters always wanted obedience and subservience. Why was Dante acting different?

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

“Off, now.” As he speaks, he starts to undo his belt and once it is out of the way he works on his pants and as I watch on his dick comes into view and I know that there is no going back now that we’ve gotten to this point.

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

I asked as I looked at the brown dog. Lupa giggled as the brown dog looked at me with what I swore was disgust. Hey, it's not my fault that doodles have become a fad. "A Chesapeake Bay Retriever. They're a hunting dog similar to a lab, but cooler. So, where'd you find him?" Damian answered my question and repeated his own.

I look at the slop and comply but there’s a knock on the door and the aroma of real food dances through the room. I watch as Z and A eat, laugh, and talk “Is 2010 bunkered down too?” Z asks A. A smirks and nods, “Yes, are we going to use him some this mission? It’s his first but I know he’s dying to get out. He’s a real people-pleasing mutt.” I stay quiet but I want to rip them to shreds. 2010 is just a pup. He is only 12 years old, and they brought him along to show him the ropes but so far, they have kept him caged.

“We just…we butt heads. She inherited her aunt’s horse rescue when she died and is in way over her head but refuses to accept help. And Pongo is a horse, not a dog.” “Oh.” Rory twists the cap off the wine. “Isn’t that the dog from the 101 Dalmatians movie?” “He is,” Quinn answers, nodding her head. “The horse is black and white,” I reply. “Oh, makes sense.” Rory takes the wine to the table and pours a glass for her and Quinn. “Sorry I meddled, but guys—” She looks at everyone at the table. “You have to admit you thought there was something too.” “Nope,” Dean and Archer say at the same time.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

The laptop screen was filled with images of canines. Big ones, small ones, fluffy ones, and ones that looked like they could chew through a car tire. Cale sat at the oak desk, scrolling with the grim determination of a general selecting troops for a black ops mission. "The Belgian Malinois," Cale said, pointing at the screen. "High intelligence. High drive. Used by special forces. It is an optimal security asset." Elion walked by with a basket of laundry. He paused to look at the screen.

I collapsed back on the couch, body shaking, ass and pussy throbbing with the ache of being so thoroughly used. But they weren't done painting me. They knelt over me—cocks still hard, glistening—stroking fast. I begged again—"On me—please—tits—face—" and they unloaded. Elliot's come splashed across my stomach and breasts in hot stripes; Damien aimed higher, streaks hitting my tits, my neck, landing on my chin and lips. I opened my mouth, tongue out, catching drops, tasting the salt of them mixed.