Mistress, dog, their bitch - Part 5 - From brother to beast

Months have passed. The rebel, Niky Kruger, no longer exists. In her place stands a perfectly broken animal, loyal only to its mistress, Maria.

But then, a ghost from her past emerges: her brother, finally locating her and determined to grant her freedom. He sees a prisoner in need of saving, but he's blind to the horrifying truth. Maria is always one step ahead. The would-be rescuer has just walked straight into the spider's web, and the trap has snapped shut. She has her own twisted plans for the brother and his pet sister, and now, she has them both.

Tags: BDSM, Dominant female, Submissive female, Bestiality, Dog, Incest, Ownership, Slave, Rape, Sex, Punishment

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Several months later...

The hot, salty air of Crete was a sharp contrast for Thomas to the cold, synthetic environment in which he usually operated. His every move was calculated, every step silent. Months of planning, weeks of surveillance, and now the moment had finally come. Maria Marcini was at her luxurious holiday residence, her primary security detail was limited, and according to his information, Niky was with her. His sister. The last family he had.

After bypassing the villa's security system with pinpoint precision, he was finally inside. The house was quiet, the air filled with the scent of the sea and expensive flowers. His heart was pounding in his throat, but his face remained a stone mask. He moved through corridors that were like something from another world—white marble, elegant statues, expensive works of art. And then, in one of the large, sunlit rooms with a view of the Aegean Sea, he saw her.

And in that moment, his heart stopped.

She was lying there naked, curled up in a ball, in a large, gilded cage. It was Niky, but at the same time, it wasn't her. She was only a shadow of the woman he had known. Her body was emaciated; she was wearing only a thick, leather collar, to which a short chain was attached, the other end fastened to the bars of the cage. Her hair, once thick and full of life, was now dull, cut short and unevenly. And worst of all—an absurd, humiliating butt plug with a bushy little tail was sticking out of her ass, which Maria had obviously forced her to wear. Niky didn't notice Thomas. Her eyes were closed; she was probably asleep.

A wave of fury and pain washed over Thomas, so strong that his head spun for a moment. This is what Maria had done to his sister. This is what she had done to the warrior he admired. She had turned her into this... into this empty, broken animal.

"Niky," he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken.

At the sound of his voice, her eyes opened slowly, almost reluctantly. They sleepily focused on him, and Thomas saw a flicker in them of something that might have been recognition. But then the flicker was gone, replaced by fear. Pure, animalistic fear. She began to tremble, shrinking into the corner of the cage, as far away from him as the chain would allow, and a quiet, pathetic sound escaped her throat, something between a whimper and a sob.

"Niky, it's me, Thomas. I've come to rescue you," he said urgently, approaching the cage. He pulled an electronic lockpick from his pocket. "I'm here. I'm getting you out of here. We're together. We're leaving."

"No," Niky whispered with a trembling voice. "Y-y-y-you can't. Run," she looked at him with terrified eyes, her body trembling.