Page 2 of Ruining Vanessa

“Nope, I’m not going to buy your fancy-ass pizzas ever.” Slayer finishes his slice and goes to the fridge to grab a beer. “Where is he, anyway? He actually let you come over alone?”

Giulio meets my eyes for a split second, then makes an annoyed noise. “Not you too. Damien’s been on my case about being more careful or whatever. Anyway, Larry’s waiting for me in the car. Yes, I had to bring security along for a booty call.”

Slayer snorts, opening the beer bottle and taking a large gulp. “Boohoo, somebody’s watching out for you. Anyway, we gonna watch the game or what?”

“Sure. Which game? Is it one of the ones where the guys are in short shorts?” Still ignoring me, Giulio goes to sit on the living room couch. “Oh, water polo! That’s a good game to watch. Guys in tiny speedos.”

Slayer rolls his eyes, grabbing a second slice before following me. He tugs at the leash, and I follow without a word, my eyes staying focused on the floor beneath me. At least it’s carpeted, so it isn’t complete hell on my knees. “I was planning on watching some football, but sure, we can watch the water polo so you can leer at their asses.”

“And their sausages. But there might be a lady version of water polo? I don’t keep up with this shit.” Giulio waits until Slayer is seated next to him before leaning in close. “Tell you what, we can watch beach volleyball if you get my cock hard.”

Slayer makes a face at him. “I’m still not sucking you off, Jules,” he says. “But I’ve got a perfectly capable little pet right here who can get the job done.”

He means me, obviously, and I blink back tears.

“You can just use its face,” Slayer continues cruelly. “It’s been so good lately, it deserves a treat like your boner. Whatcha think?” He jerks at my collar, pulling me up until I’m on my knees.

Giulio finally looks at me properly, and there’s a hint of a smile, enough to relax part of me. His indifference was more of his roleplay. He isn’t actually still upset with me.

I wish that wasn't such a relief.

“I dunno, man. A dog? Can’t even unhinge its jaw for a proper blowjob like a snake could.”

Slayer makes a disgusted face. “You fucking Antonia now? I knew you were a kinky fucker, but I didn’t think you’d go that far.” He lets go of me, letting me sit back down again—as much as I can with the tail butt plug in place, at least. “Man, you don’t deserve a proper pet.”

“I would never! I love Antonia!” Giulio says, mock-scandalized. “But just imagine, that lack of gag reflex, the muscles convulsing around your cock…”

Slayer gags, and I don’t think his disgust is feigned. “Oh my god, man. I wouldn’t even be able to get hard if one of you did blow me now. Jesus. Are you always this romantic?”

Giulio laughs and pats Slayer’s thigh. “Yep. But okay, why don’t you show me what tricks your new bitch can do? If there’s one small, miniscule advantage dogs have over snakes, it’s their ability to follow commands.”

“This one’s good,” Slayer says, patting me on the head. “It knows some pretty good tricks. We’ve been working on a few you’ll probably like. But we’ll start with the basics. Sit.”

I try to sit down on my ass, but the butt plug is too uncomfortable for me to fully obey.

Slayer mock-scowls at me, but he knows perfectly well how difficult it is for me to sit. “Well, that’s one less treat it gets.”

I wish he would at least call me she instead of it, but I keep my mouth closed. They’re both in good moods, and I’d rather they stay that way.

“Okay… roll over,” Slayer directs me.

Despite the way my cheeks heat up, I obey, getting on my back and rolling over onto my stomach.

“Now… present,” Slayer says.

Oh god, this is the worst of it. I whimper, but I slowly raise my ass in the air.

“Nice tail,” Giulio says as he leans down to tug on the butt plug. “And wow, what an eager bitch. You’ll have lots of purebred little whelps in no time.” He lets go of the plug to run his fingers between my folds.

I’m not wet yet, but I know it won’t take them long to get me there. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop my body’s reactions.

I whimper as Giulio keeps touching me, sliding a finger inside of me. It’s uncomfortable, but he’s insistent.

“Does the pretty little bitch like this?” Giulio croons. “Are you gonna get nice and wet and ready to breed for us?”

“I got us a breeding bench to use,” Slayer says wickedly.

I freeze. That must’ve been the last thing he’d brought in. I hadn’t thought much of the simple piece of furniture, but now? Now, even the thought of it freaks me out. I berate myself for not being scared of it sooner, with its straps and…