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Louisa had lived in the same town her entire life, and was done with it all. She was tired of waking up each day to the same things over and over. She had so little variety, and she was bored. She wanted adventure, romance...something! Instead she was walking the same paths over and over.
A scream made her look up from her path that day. Louisa saw a man trying to steal from a woman in a heavy cloak. Without thinking, she flung herself into action, grabbing a loaf of bread off a nearby stand, which she then started to beat him with.
“I’ll pay you for this in a minute!” she called out to the poor stand owner.
The thief turned on her, and made to grab her, but she kicked him hard between the legs. He crumpled to the ground, groaning, and that was when the guard showed up. Louisa turned to the poor woman who was attacked, and saw that she was struggling to gather her things back up, her basket ruined by the man’s attack. Louisa bent down, and held out her own basket.
“Here,” she said. “I can make another, but you need this now.”
“Thank you,” the woman said. Her cloak covered most of her face, but Louisa could see a sweet smile forming. “To think such ruffians exist in such a town,” she sighed.
“I know! Who would have thought?” Louisa agreed. She helped the woman put her things in the basket, carefully tucking each item in, making sure not a single one was left behind. When all her things were gathered the woman stood up, and cupped Louisa’s cheek in a warm hand.
“Such a lovely face,” the woman said. Louisa blushed, unused to receiving compliments from strangers. “I would very much like to keep you. What is your name?” she asked.
Louisa wasn’t sure what that meant, but she saw no harm in offering her name.
“I’m Louisa,” she said. “Do you live near here? Do you need an escort home?” she asked.
“Oh no, Louisa, I think the guards will walk me home. But thank you for your kindness. It won’t be forgotten,” she said. Just then the guards appeared and she was escorted away. Louisa realized as she watched her leave that she hadn’t gotten her name in return.
“Well, that was quite the morning,” she said. She went back to the bread seller, and paid for the loaf she had taken, and bought another one for herself, thanking him and apologising in the same breath.
She had no basket now, save for the broken one. She could still use it, she would just have to hold it in her arms. Maybe she could repair it later, and all would not be lost. She went about the market, and did her shopping, her heart still excited about her short adventure. That was what she needed, maybe not the violence, but the change! Once her shopping was done she made her way home, and set about making a nice lunch for herself with the bread she had bought and a bit of sausage. The day passed as many did, quiet and simple. By the time night rolled around she was back to dreaming about adventures.
Louisa put on her nightgown, and climbed into her bed, leaving the window open to let in the breeze. It was warm, and her home was small, the heat gathering easily within. She closed her eyes, and thought of what it would be like to be a knight, or a bard, or maybe a travelling merchant! Now there was an idea. She had nothing to sell, but the idea was fun just the same. She drifted off thinking of a new life.
Louisa had no idea what time it was when she heard a loud thump. She blinked into the darkness of her room, and screamed as she saw a large, hulking mass standing over her. A hand was clamped over her mouth, and she struggled, only to be held down. Ropes were being wrapped around her, and a cloth was tied around her mouth to silence her. Louisa screamed as best she could through the gag, her eyes filled with tears as fear overcame her.
She was lifted from her bed, and she struggled against her captors, making it difficult for them to move. They lowered her out the window, and into a carriage, all the while she was kicking and screaming. She still could not make out who these people were, the carriage too dark to see well in. She felt the carriage lurch as they were pulled away from her home.
A blindfold was slipped over her eyes, and she fought anew. She was so afraid, but also angry. How dare someone kidnap her? Was it the thief from earlier? It seemed too organized for that, but then what did she know of criminals. What were they going to do with her? Horrible thoughts filled her mind, and soon she was sobbing, even as she snarled and growled around the gag.
The carriage rode out for a while, eventually coming to a stop. Louisa was picked up once more, and carried out of the carriage, and into who even knew where. She couldn’t see, and she felt disoriented by the way they were carrying her, like a sack of potatoes over the shoulder. She couldn’t tell up from down, or left from right. The night air was cool against her skin, and she shivered. The sound of a door creaking open alerted her to them moving indoors, but that was all she could tell.
They walked for a bit, and she tried to figure out where they were. The steps echoed, and the air was cool - were they underground? Soon she was being dumped on a cold, hard floor, and her wrists were bound in shackles before being raised above her head. She felt hands patting her down, and then a loud ripping sound as her nightgown was torn from her body.
“Leave us,” a woman said. The voice sounded familiar but Louisa couldn’t place it.
The cloth was removed from her eyes, and she hissed as the world became bright around her. Louisa was in a dungeon from the look of all the stone. Torches lined the walls, and before her was a beautiful woman. She wore a beautiful gown covered in embroidery and glittering jewels that caught the torch light. There, atop her head, sat a crown. It was the Queen.
“Do you know who I am?” Queen Margaret asked.
Louisa nodded her head.
“Do you know why you are here?” she asked.
Louisa shook her head.
Queen Margaret held up a very familiar basket. Louisa’s eyes went wide. The woman from the market had been the Queen? She looked from the basket to the Queen’s face, and there it was, that sweet little smile. Oh gods, she had captured the Queen’s attention. Had she done something wrong? Was she going to have her killed?
“I’ve taken a liking to you, Louisa,” she said, putting the basket down. “I wish to keep you, as I said earlier. I have been wanting someone lovely to have as a pet, and you are just so perfect, I had to have you,” she purred, her hands coming up to touch and squeeze Louisa’s breasts. “Look at your lovely body. Your nipples are hard from the cold air,” she teased, giving them a flick. It made Louisa gasp, her body bucking at the sensation. “You will be my new puppy. I can’t wait to play with you, but first we have to get you ready,” she said, snapping her fingers. Three women came in, servants if she had to guess, and they had a trunk with them.
Louisa looked at the Queen with wide, tearful eyes. She wanted to go home. She didn’t want to be a puppy! The Queen wiped at her tears with her thumbs, and pressed a small kiss to her cheek.
“Don’t worry dear, you’ll be having fun in no time. Soon you’ll forget all about your boring life as a human,” she told her.
Louisa shook her head, groaning around the gag as she tried to beg for her freedom. No one seemed to care what she thought though as the servants went to work. Queen Margaret stood back and watched as they washed every inch of Louisa, even her pussy and ass. She was rubbed down with a sweet scented oil, and she squeaked as she felt a slicked up finger pressing against her ass hole. What could they possibly want with that?
One of the other servants was pulling something from the trunk, and she quivered with anxiety over what it could be. It looked like a large bulb with a tail on it. What was that for - oh gods no. Her ass. It was going to go into her ass wasn’t it? That was why they were stretching her hole. She shivered as she watched them pour oil over the bulb - there was no way that would fit!
“Try to relax, and take a deep breath,” one servant said. Louisa felt the bulb at her entrance, and there was no way she was going to be able to relax. She took a deep breath anyway, because one way or another they were going to get that inside her, and she didn’t want it to hurt.
“There’s a good girl,” the Queen cooed at her.
Louisa flushed, and then gasped as she felt the tip of the bulb pressing against her, slowly easing her hole open. It was so thick, and she had never touched that place outside of cleaning herself. She moaned as they continued to push it in, one of the servants holding her hips in place, and one spreading her cheeks apart. She had never been more embarrassed in her life.
“Look how lovely you look, all flushed and embarrassed. Does it bother you to have them play with your ass?” the Queen asked.
Louisa looked away, unable to answer such a bold question. She choked as the bulb slid past her tight ring of muscles, and sat within her. Oh gods, it was so heavy, and she could feel it, pressing against her insides. It was such a bizarre feeling, that she couldn’t help but squirm.
“Look, she’s wagging her tail, your Majesty!” one of the servants said.
A collar was placed around Louisa’s neck with a tag with her name on it, as well as a pair of ears on her head. Her feet and hands were fitted with gloves that looked like paws. Finally, once that was all done, the gag was removed.
“Please -” Louisa cried out, only to be shushed.
“Hush dear. Only puppy sounds are allowed from now on. If you want something, then you must bark or yip, or beg with your body,” the Queen told her.
There was no way. Louisa was not a puppy. She pouted.
“I want to go home -” she tried again.
Queen Margaret made a disappointed tsk sound, and pulled out a metal bit that had been shaped into a bone. The servants forced Louisa’s mouth open, and the bit was slid in, effectively gagging her mouth once more.
“When you are ready to behave, you can roll onto your back to show me your belly, and only then will I remove the gag,” Queen Margaret said. “For now, I will take you to your room,” she said. A leash was hooked to the collar, and Louisa was let down, and forced to her hands and knees. A hard tug on the leash had her stumbling forward, crawling hard to keep up.
She felt so embarrassed. She was naked, with a tail in her ass - and she refused to give that more thought- and being ‘walked’ through the halls, dressed as a dog, crawling on her hands and knees. Her breasts swayed as she moved, and she couldn’t help but be aware of her naked body.
Guards passed them, only a quick fleeting glance but it was enough to have Louisa burning with shame. Queen Margaret seemed immune to any sort of embarrassment, pointing out various paintings, or statues within the palace. She didn’t seem to care at all that she had a naked woman on a leash.
Louisa was walked all through the palace, passing all kinds of people. She wanted to die, and she hung her head to hide her face. She was eventually brought to a large room, covered in splendor, with an enormous bed right in the middle, and a smaller, round bed on the floor at the foot of it.
“This is my room, and this is where you will sleep,” Queen Margaret said.
Louisa huffed at that. She was exhausted, but a dog bed? Really? The Queen walked her over to it, and waited until she got on. Louisa didn’t want to obey but what choice did she have? She crawled onto it, and lay down on her side. The Queen placed a blanket on top of her, and attached the leash to a hook, giving it a good, hard tug to show it wouldn’t come undone. With the mitts on her hands, she wouldn’t be able to undo it herself anyway.
“Sleep well, my cute little mutt,” Queen Margaret cooed, patting her head. She walked around the bed, undressed, and then climbed into her own bed to sleep. Louisa lay there, unsure of what to do. She had been kidnapped by the Queen. There wasn’t anything she could do. She cried, letting sleep claim her. Tomorrow would be another day.
Louisa awoke to the curtains being thrown open, startling her as she forgot for a moment where she was. She jerked, and the leash held her in place, and she coughed around the gag as she choked on her drool. The worst was the plug though. It was impossible to ignore, and it was making her feel strange.
“Good morning, pup!” Queen Margaret said, far too cheerful for any time of day.
Louisa shifted, and then she felt it. She had to pee, and worse, she could feel her bowels wanting to empty as well. She whimpered as she got onto her knees, and there was Magaret, staring at her, waiting to see what she would do. Louisa didn’t know how to ask for the bathroom, especially with the gag still in her mouth. She wiggled and whined, hoping she would figure it out. She was sure she looked desperate enough at any rate.
“Oh my, does my little puppy need to go for a pee pee?” she asked. Louisa nodded her head in a frantic up and down. “Good girl, asking so nicely. Very well, let’s get you outside,” she said.
Out...side? No, no, no! She was not doing her business outside. Her stomach and bladder gave a large push, and she realized she had no choice. It was either outside, or wetting on the floor, and somehow that seemed worse. She was led once more by the leash, down the corridor, and out a door into the gardens. There was a servant following them with a small shovel, and she was horrified that she knew what it was for.
“There, pick any place you’d like,” the Queen said.
Louisa’s face burned with humiliation as she squatted on the grass. The servant pulled the plug free, making her yelp in surprise. Then her body was releasing, pee flowing from her onto the manicured grass. Her stomach rumbled, and she wanted to die as her shit slid out and landed with a loud plop. She was making pathetic whining sounds, tears streaming down her burning cheeks. The servant wiped her once she finished, putting the plug back in place, and then the Queen led her away from the mess.
“Well done, you sweet little thing. That deserves a reward,” she said. She led Louisa out further into the gardens, until she found a stone bench. She had Louisa lie back upon it. “Spread your legs,” she instructed. Louisa did as she was told. Fighting it would only cause her trouble, she was sure. She spread her legs, the warm breeze touching her pussy. She shivered. She felt so exposed. Queen Margaret lowered her face towards her. What was she doing? Her hands spread Louisa’s pussy lips apart, and then she was there, burying her face between her legs, and licking a long stripe up her, from her hole to her clit. Louisa bucked at the touch. No one had ever done anything like that to her before. She rarely even touched herself, yet there was the Queen , licking her pussy, and sucking on her clit.
Louisa moaned around the gag, as pleasure pooled between her legs. She wished she didn’t have the gag, but then maybe it was better that her embarrassing noises were all stifled.
“Look how wet you are,” Queen Margaret said. She trailed two fingers across Louisa’s hole, and sure enough they came back with her juices covering them. “Are you that excited already?” she asked, smirking.
Louisa couldn’t answer, even if she knew what to say. Her body was tingling and trembling all over. When the Queen dipped her head back down, she felt her tongue at her entrance, slide into her slick hole. She screamed around the gag, her hips rutting up against her seeking mouth. She couldn’t take it. Nothing had ever felt so good as her mouth on her. She whined and whimpered around the gag, wishing she could beg for more.
She pulled her mouth away, and looked up at Louisa. Her chin was covered in her wetness, and she blushed as she realized how incredible it all was. Her Queen was kneeling before her, licking her pussy like it was a treat. Gods, what was her life?
“Would you like that gag out, pet? You seem to have a lot you want to say,” she said.
Louisa hovered on the edge, between giving in, and standing firm. She gasped as two fingers were slid into her, but she still wasn’t sure.
“Good girls who behave get to feel like this everyday ,” Queen Margaret teased.
Louisa was too weak. It felt too wonderful. Everyday? This could be her life now? Would it be so terrible? Hadn’t she wanted adventure, or at least a change? She put her ‘paws’ up like a dog, asking for the gag to come out.
“Good girl,” the Queen cooed. She removed the gag, and Louisa gasped, letting her poor jaw relax after hours of having it in. “There, isn’t that better?” the Queen asked. Louisa felt the last shreds of her pride disappear as she let out a small bark.
“Oh! Well done! I shall treat you even more then.”
She thrust her fingers back into Louisa’s pussy, in and out, until she was whining and rocking against her. Then she latched onto her clit, making Louisa see stars. She writhed beneath her, all of her sloppy noises falling from her mouth. The Queen’s tongue flicked and licked and circled her clit until she was a moaning, crying mess. Louisa was humping the air as she pulled back, forcing her hips back down.
“Looks like you’re in heat, puppy,” she said. “Should I get you a playmate to fuck you?” she teased. Louisa whined. She had never been fucked before, but something about a strange man doing it didn’t sit right. Only the Queen could touch her. She made a sad, pitiful whine and shook her head. “No, you’re right. Besides, I have a better idea, but I’ll save it for later.”
Louisa burned with curiosity. What was a better idea? She didn’t get a chance to think about it though as Queen Margaret went back to finger fucking her, as she sucked hard on her clit. Louisa screamed as an orgasm rocked through, her body writhing beneath her relentless touch. She kept sucking and licking, and fucking her hole, and she didn’t have time to think or breath or do anything before she was cumming a second time. She could feel her fingers as her body spasmed around her, and Louisa took in shuddering breaths as she didn’t stop moving.
“Arf, arf!” she barked, needing the pleasure to have an end. Her mind was blanking, and she couldn’t stop squirming, her over sensitive body turning into a puddle. Finally, the Queen removed her fingers and mouth, her face covered in her juices, and she patted Louisa’s leg with her wet hand.
“You did so well, pet,” she crooned. “Come, lick me clean,” she told her. Louisa crawled onto her shaking legs, and edged along the bench, leaning into the Queen to lap at her face. Her tongue licked up the wetness from her pussy, cleaning her chin and cheeks, and all around her mouth. It was salty and strange, but she didn’t hate it. Fingers were pressed to her lips, and she took them into her mouth, sucking them clean too. A gentle hand landed in her hair, petting her, and oh gods, but it felt so perfect.
“Would you like some food now, darling?” she asked.
“Arf!” Louisa agreed. She felt more embarrassed about barking now that she wasn’t being driven by mind melting lust. She blushed, but then startled when a small kiss was pressed to her forehead.
“You are so precious. I knew you’d be perfect,” she told her.
The praise was making Louisa feel warm, and in a strange way, happy. It was rare for her to receive praise, and yet there was her Queen, her actual Queen , praising her like she was the greatest treasure in all the land. It was hard not to feel special.
Louisa was led through the castle, and once more she caught the eye of everyone they passed. She tried not to let the humiliation get to her. After all, she was precious and perfect, wasn’t she? Shouldn’t she be proud to be chosen by the Queen, to be a royal pet?
She was brought to the dining room, and there was a long table with more chairs than she could count. The Queen sat in the large chair at one end, and had Louisa sit on the marble floor next to her. A servant walked in, and placed a tray on the table full of foods for the Queen, and then a bowl of food on the floor for Louisa.
Right. She was a dog. Louisa got onto her hands and knees, leaning down to stick her face in the bowl. She took a mouthful of the porridge that had been made, and smiled as she tasted something sweet and delicious, with a hint of spice.
“I hope you like that, pet,” Queen Margaret said. “It has honey and dates, and a touch of a spice called cinnamon. It came from a faraway kingdom, as a present. I loved it so much I simply had to share it with you,” she told her.
That was so sweet. Louisa happily ate the porridge, savouring each mouthful. It was a special breakfast, just for her. The Queen was sharing something she loved with her. She ate every last bite, and even licked the bowl clean.
“Oh my! You certainly did like that, didn’t you?” Queen Margaret asked when she saw the clean bowl.
“Arf! Arf!” Louisa agreed. A gentle hand was once more patting her head, making her feel special and wanted. Eventually the hand left. Would it be too forward to ask for more? There was only one way to find out. Louisa made a sad whimpering noise, and nudged the Queen’s hand with her head, making her eyes big and round.
“So needy,” she teased, her hand returning once more. Louisa wiggled with happiness, and felt the tail move behind her as it pulled on the plug. She really was a dog. “After breakfast I’ll have to go to some meetings, but I promise a special treat for my good girl on her big first day. I think you’ll like it a lot,” she said. It was all so mysterious, and Louisa was determined to behave to see what it was. Besides, did she really want to escape? Being a dog was humiliating, but it wasn’t boring, and it made her feel special and important.
Once breakfast was finished, Louisa was led back to the bedroom. This time she wasn’t tied up, but the room door was locked once the Queen left. Every so often a servant would check on her, and she had two more trips to the gardens to relieve herself. The second time the gardens were full of courtiers, and they all stared and snickered at her as she shit and pissed on the lawn like the animal she now was. She almost didn’t go out for the third one after that, but fortunately there was only a small handful of people and it was mostly staff who all politely ignored her.
By the time the evening rolled around, Louisa was bored. She had nothing to do. She couldn’t even touch herself because of the mitts. She thought back to the morning, of the Queen taking her, fucking her with her fingers and mouth, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for her once she returned.
She dozed off for a bit, and woke to the door being unlocked. There was Queen Margaret, beaming at her, with a small cookie in hand.
“I heard you were the perfect little pup today,” she cooed. “I brought you a cookie,” she added, holding it out for her. She crawled over, and took it from her hand, popping the whole thing in her mouth. She moaned at how good it tasted, and offered a happy little bark in thanks. “Are you ready for your other treat?” she asked. She went to her dresser, and pulled out a box, and opened it up to show Louisa what was inside.
Within the box was a long, and thick metal object, shaped like a cock and attached to some straps. Her mind turned as it realized what it was for. It would allow Queen Margaret to fuck her. She blushed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, hunger and desire filling her. Her mouth fell open, and she let her tongue stick out a bit.
“Someone looks eager,” the Queen purred.
She was. She was so eager. She wiggled her butt so the tail would wag. How did dogs beg? She sat up on her knees, and put her paws in the air, and yipped.
“Well done, my precious. Come, let me love you,” the Queen said. She undressed, and once she was naked she slipped the strappy contraption on, tying it to her body so the cock jutted out as if she had an erection. “Come here, pet, and make it nice and wet for me,” she instructed.
Louisa crawled over, and placed her paws on the Queen’s thighs, as she took the cock into her mouth. It was cold, and hard, but it soon warmed to her own heat. She moaned around it, feeling it stretch her mouth, just as it would soon stretch her pussy. She licked it, and sucked on it, taking it in as far as she could manage before choking. All the while she was being petted. A happy, little rumble escaped her as she basked in all the affection.
“Are you ready?” the Queen asked, pulling the cock from Luisa’s mouth. She barked, and nodded up and down. “Good, I will take you from behind like a true dog,” she whispered.
She had Louisa on her hands and knees, and she shifted the tail to the side so it wouldn’t be in the way. The cock pressed to her entrance, and already she was whining for it. She wanted to be fucked so badly, had thought about it all day in fact, to the point that she had debated humping her bed for release. Now she had a cock sliding into her, and it felt perfect. Better than even her imagination could make it. She wailed as she slid the cock in, all the way until her hips touched Louisa’s ass. It nudged the plug and she gasped at how full she felt. She could feel the cock pressing against the plug from the inside, and it was so good.
“Look at you, so perfect, taking my cock,” she crooned.
Louisa nodded, yes, perfect. Everything was perfect. Why had she been afraid of being a dog? It was the best feeling in the world. Queen Margaret started to fuck her, and she keened. Oh, it was so wonderful. Her breasts were swaying beneath her, and the Queen cupped one of them, playing with her nipple. Louisa couldn’t hold back her howl of delight, her body shivering with pleasure.
“I’m going to keep you forever, you know,” she said. “Fuck you everyday, until all you know is pleasure.”
Yes, yes! Louisa wanted to be made of pleasure, of joy, of this pure bliss coursing through her. She rocked back to meet the Queen’s thrusts, already so close to coming undone. They melted together, the Queen moaning sweetly above her, as she fucked Louisa hard and fast.
“Perfect. Little. Pup!” she growled, punctuating each word with a thrust of her hips. She reached around Louisa, and found her throbbing clit, rubbing it as she rutted into her. Louisa screamed as her mind went blank with bliss, and she tumbled over the edge, cumming, her body spasming over and over as she was pushed to the limits.
“Beautiful,” Queen Margaret whispered, kissing her back. Had she cum too? Louisa wasn’t sure. As she pulled the cock out and removed it, Louisa turned , and nosed at her pussy. It was wet, and she licked at it, pushing past her lips to her clit.
“Ah! Oh, Louisa, you wonderful puppy,” she cried, gripping Louisa’s hair in a tight fist. “Come, let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” she panted. Louisa opened for her, lapping at her clit, sucking and teasing it until she was writhing and moaning. She sucked it into her mouth, and kept sucking until she was crying out, and then flicked it over and over with her tongue. She ground down against Louisa’s face, rutting against her until she too was cumming, screaming out her pleasure.
“Ah - ah - ahhh! " she wailed, rubbing herself on Louisa’s chin. “So good, you’re so good, and perfect - ah!”
When she finally came down from her orgasm, she pulled Louisa up and kissed her, licking her mouth clean of her slick. Louisa moaned into her mouth, feeling her tongue touch hers. She felt like she could stay like that forever, tingling and soft, and blissful.
“Good girl,” Queen Margaret said.
She was, and she would be, always her good girl.