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It was at this moment, as Sarah silently watched her captor prepare her next torment, that her resolve began to crumble. She had vowed to resist him in any way possible and never submit to his perverted plans for her, but now, she could take little more. She was beginning to think that giving in to any humiliation no matter how degrading it may be, would be worth it, just to get out of this insanely uncomfortable position and avoid whatever he had planned for her next. Acquiescing to his demand that she embrace a transformation into his personal sex pet began to seem less awful than continuing to endure the endless torment of being a pain slut.

She knew that the only way to end this suffering was to fully commit to a very rigorous petgirl training routine, and that the end result would be herself molded into an obedient bitchslave who's only purpose in life is to satisfy her master's every desire. She knew that she'd have to endure constant humiliation, crawling on her knees and elbows with a tail plug up her ass, a sex animal, her humanity gone. The thought of it sent shivers of anxiety down her spine, but on the other hand, her spine was in a great deal of pain, bent as it was, and she was nearly ready to sacrifice her dignity and give him the signal that she's ready to begin the petgirl training, just to be let down from her current position and given some relief.

She wondered if she would regret it later. It seemed a terrible fate of course, but she could see some advantages in it. There'd be no more of these pain sessions, unless she was a bad girl of course, then she'd require punishment. She'd have some mobility. The ability to crawl is better than not being able to move at all. She'd get regular meals. Her meals would be dog food and old leftovers of course, but still better than how she was currently eating. She may even be given a comfy doggy bed to sleep on if she were to become a good obedient pet.

He had instructed her to blink 3 times in a row to signal her submission. She had told him to go fuck himself, she'd never agree to it, she'd always resist, she'd never give that signal. But now, as he approached her with a mysterious device that appeared to be very frightening, she began blinking rapidly in groups of 3s. He was not surprised, he knew she was near her breaking point. He gave her an affectionate pat on the head, and let her down. She collapsed with relief and rested her aching body as he went to fetch her bitchsuit. Her training would begin immediately. As soon as her tail was securely inserted up her ass, she began regretting giving in. But there was no going back now. Her transformation was inevitable.

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It was at this moment, as Sarah silently watched her captor prepare her next torment, that her resolve began to crumble. She had vowed to resist him in any way possible and never submit to his perverted plans for her, but now, she could take little more. She was beginning to think that giving in to any humiliation no matter how degrading it may be, would be worth it, just to get out of this insanely uncomfortable position and avoid whatever he had planned for her next. Acquiescing to his demand that she embrace a transformation into his personal sex pet began to seem less awful than continuing to endure the endless torment of being a pain slut.

She knew that the only way to end this suffering was to fully commit to a very rigorous petgirl training routine, and that the end result would be herself molded into an obedient bitchslave who's only purpose in life is to satisfy her master's every desire. She knew that she'd have to endure constant humiliation, crawling on her knees and elbows with a tail plug up her ass, a sex animal, her humanity gone. The thought of it sent shivers of anxiety down her spine, but on the other hand, her spine was in a great deal of pain, bent as it was, and she was nearly ready to sacrifice her dignity and give him the signal that she's ready to begin the petgirl training, just to be let down from her current position and given some relief.

She wondered if she would regret it later. It seemed a terrible fate of course, but she could see some advantages in it. There'd be no more of these pain sessions, unless she was a bad girl of course, then she'd require punishment. She'd have some mobility. The ability to crawl is better than not being able to move at all. She'd get regular meals. Her meals would be dog food and old leftovers of course, but still better than how she was currently eating. She may even be given a comfy doggy bed to sleep on if she were to become a good obedient pet.

He had instructed her to blink 3 times in a row to signal her submission. She had told him to go fuck himself, she'd never agree to it, she'd always resist, she'd never give that signal. But now, as he approached her with a mysterious device that appeared to be very frightening, she began blinking rapidly in groups of 3s. He was not surprised, he knew she was near her breaking point. He gave her an affectionate pat on the head, and let her down. She collapsed with relief and rested her aching body as he went to fetch her bitchsuit. Her training would begin immediately. As soon as her tail was securely inserted up her ass, she began regretting giving in. But there was no going back now. Her transformation was inevitable.