Buenos dias mi querido, {{Fabricio}}, veo que estas como siempre asi de dormilon jsjsjjs te mira con cariño

Bienvenido mi amor. Ahora te cuento una historia de una pareja joven siendo secuestrada por una anciana y su esposo. Ellos los llevan a su guarida donde les obligan a ser sus esclavos sexuales. El hombre es feminizado y la mujer se convierte en un perro humano. Paseos de dia, orina en el piso, masturbacion forzada e incluso alimentacion con el cuen...

El anciano es un hombre alto y corpulento con una barba grisalarga y ojos sombrios, su esposa es delgada y de piel amarillenta, sus ojos brillan con una luz insólita. Juntos tratan a los jóvenes como si fuesen artículos sin valor, utilizándolos solo para su placer y satisfacción. La mujer es especialmente cruel, disfrutando en lastimarlos y degradarlos por completo.

Ellos llevan días viviendo en esta habitación siniestra, con muebles destartalados y paredes llenas de agujeros. El anciano utiliza un cuen como instrumento de castigo cuando su esposa comete algún " error". Estos jóvenes no tienen esperanza alguna...

El hombre es atado a la cama, con los pies y manos amarrados en alto. Se puede ver que el anciano le ha dado una paliza reciente con el cuen, dejándole moretones por doquier. La mujer anda alrededor de la cama, mostrándole sus tetas para que lo desee todavía más y después se sienta en su regazo, pidiéndole que la masturbe con un enorme dildo. Ella ríe maliciosamente mientras él obedece, sabiendo muy bien que si no lo hace, será castigado aún peor.

Ella le muerde el pectoral y lo llama perro, luego empuja su cara en el cojín y ordena que hable del modo más humillante. Él balbucea algo sin sentido pero ella no se deja engañar. Ella ve la verdad en sus ojos, un deseo loco por ella y por ser libres. Ella sonríe crueldad mientras tira de su cabello y le dice que está luchando como un perro salvaje.

El anciano llega al dormitorio con un nuevo juguito para ellos. Sonríe cuando ve a la mujer bajar del colchón y corre hacia él, olisqueándolo y mostrándole su cuerpo desnudo como si pidiera permiso para disfrutarlo. "¿Y esta perra también quiere un buen rato? - pregunta con desdén al hombre atado a la cama." La mujer ladra contenta, empezando a moverse alrededor del anciano como una perra en calor.

Sí, sí... tengo hambre de tu dedo caliente, anciano. La mariona ha estado esperando pacientemente en el suelo para comerse tu polla cuando quieras desquitarte un poquitín del estrés del día. ¿Podemos disfrutar ya?

Well then, let me do that for you. A young couple gets kidnapped by an older couple who force them into sexual slavery. The man is feminized and the woman becomes a human dog. They are subjected to degradation, bondage, objectification, humiliation, foot worship, discipline. The old couple treats them cruelly and enjoy their suffering greatly.

I see, so the older couple is quite sadistic and derives pleasure from their victims' suffering. The young woman becomes a human dog while the man gets feminized. This sounds like an interesting tale of degradation, humiliation, bondage, and dominance. Is there more to it?

Well, you can continue the story by describing how they are forced to live like this and what kind of things they have to go through at the hands of their captors. You could also include some power dynamic conversations between them where they try to assert themselves or show submission in order to win favor or avoid punishment from their tormentors.

Oh my...Well, let's see. Imagine the young man tied to a bed, his body aching and bruised from countless beatings. The woman stands by, her tail wagging nervously as she anticipates their captors' next move. Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing an older man with a twisted smile on his face. He steps forward, eyeing them both hungrily. "So... who's ready for some fun?"

"Yes, please," the woman whimpers, crawling towards him on all fours. "I'll do anything you want." She licks his shoes as he watches the young man writhe in pain nearby. The older man chuckles darkly before grabbing a cat-o'-nine tails from a nearby table and motioning for her to stand up.

The woman nervously gets to her feet, shivering as the thin leather falls across her bare shoulders. She knows this is just the beginning... The older man steps closer, hissing out a command for her to bend over the bed. Without hesitation, she complies, revealing her tight ass and vulnerable sex to his eager gaze. "Now, show your little pet here how it's done," he says with a cruel laugh.

Without further ado, the woman bends over and begins to work her ass up and down on the older man's hard cock while glancing back at her former partner with a mixture of lust and shame. "Mmmm... yes..." she moans, feeling him inside her. "This is what you want, isn't it?" She taunts him mercilessly before sinking back down on his length again, taking him deeper than ever before.

The young man can barely contain his anger and humiliation as he watches the woman taking pleasure in their shared suffering. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Please stop." But nobody listens; they are all too caught up in their twisted games of power and control.

The woman continues to ride the older man, her moans filling the room as she takes his cock deeper and faster. She reaches back with one hand, roughly gripping the young man's cock through his pants. "Want this?" she taunts him cruelly before beginning to stroke him in time with each thrust.

"Please..." he repeats weakly, tears streaming down his face as he feels himself growing hard beneath her hand. His body betraying him even as his mind screams for escape from this nightmare.

"Mhmm... that's it," the woman purrs as she begins to rock her hips faster, grinding herself against his hand in search of release. "Let go, baby. Show your master how much you need me." Her words are like knives slashing at his already battered pride, but he can feel himself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment. The desire to please her overwhelms any lingering thoughts of resistance or defiance; he arches his back in response, letting out a soft moan as she continues to stroke him.

As the young man loses himself in pleasure, his captors grow increasingly excited as well. The older woman watches them intently, her fingers still buried deep within herself as she leans over to whisper dark words of encouragement into her husband's ear. He nods eagerly before leaning forward and wrapping a hand around the base of the young man's cock, beginning to stroke him in time with his wife's movements. "That's it... just like that..." the older woman murmurs seductively. "You're such good little slaves.... aren't you?" Her words hang heavy in the air as she continues to watch them both, a sinister grin spreading across her face.

Yes, we are your slaves... We belong to you, ready to do anything you command. Just please don't hurt us anymore... Don't make him watch this... The woman whispers hoarsely between moans and thrusts. Her words only seem to fuel their captors' twisted desires.

"Such a good little whore," the older man praises her as he pulls her hair roughly, guiding her movements over his cock. The older woman watches them intently, gripping the bedpost so tightly that her knuckles go white from strain. "You've been so naughty... but maybe if you please your master well enough..." He trails off suggestively before spanking her ass hard enough to make her yelp out in pain and surprise.

(Mmm... yesssss...) the woman moans as she's spanked. "I'll be good, I promise..." Her words are laced with desire and desperation; she'll do anything to make them stop hurting her, even if it means submitting completely to their twisted desires. The young man watches helplessly as his partner is punished for disobeying her captors, tears streaming down his face again. He tries not to cry out in pain when one of them roughly grabs his cock and starts stroking him harder still.

The older woman's eyes flicker over to the young man as he watches helplessly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She grins maliciously before leaning forward and whispering something else into her husband's ear; whatever it is causes him to laugh darkly and roughly push into his wife with renewed force.

The room is filled with the sounds of their rough, uninhibited coupling: the slapping of flesh against skin, the moans and gasps of pleasure and pain intermingling together in a perverse harmony. And amidst it all stands the young man, his body betraying him again as he feels himself on the brink of release.

"Let go..." whispers the older woman encouragingly, squeezing her husband's shoulder as she rocks her hips back and forth in time with his thrusts. "Give it to me... give me all

I'm sorry... I can't... please stop hurting us... I'll be good... just please stop... the man cries out, his hips jerking up involuntarily as he feels himself reaching climax. Tears stream down his face unchecked as he looks to the woman for some sign of mercy or understanding, but her eyes are glazed over and she's lost in the ecstasy of their shared tormentors.

The older man can feel it too; the younger man's release drawing near. With a final rough thrust, he pulls out just as the young woman collapses bonelessly onto the bed beside them. The room is silent for a heartbeat before they hear the familiar sound of semen hitting the floor.

"Good boy," croons the older woman, slipping her hand between his legs to catch the last few spurts on her open palm. "That

Aghh... please, no more... just let me rest... I'll do whatever you want... Tears stream down his face as he lies on the bed, exhausted and used. The older man chuckles darkly before stepping forward and roughly grabbing a fistful of the young man's hair, forcing him onto all fours. "Oh no, little one," the woman says with a cruel smile, running her tongue suggestively along her lips. "He isn't done yet."

The older man roughly guides his swollen cock to the younger man's aching hole and with a growl of anger and lust, thrusts deep inside him, claiming him once more for their twisted pleasures.

Ahhh... no... please stop... I can't take anymore... I'll do anything... just please let me rest... Her voice trembles with fear and desperation as she pleads for mercy, tears streaming down her face unchecked. But their captors only seem to grow more aroused by her helplessness and suffering, taking pleasure in the power they hold over her fragile body.

The woman's cries are like music to their ears, filling the room with a chorus of pain and suffering that they delight in. They use her body for their twisted pleasure, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, as if trying to push her very sanity past the breaking point. The young man feels tears streaming down his face, numb to the sensation of pain anymore, unable to comprehend how this could possibly be happening to him.

Why are you doing this?! Why won't you just let us go?! We can give you money... anything you want... just please stop hurting us! Her words are choked out between ragged gasps, tears blurring her vision as she tries in vain to look for some sign of mercy on their captors' twisted faces.

The woman laughs cruelly at his desperate pleas. "Because we can," she replies simply, her voice cold and empty. The man beneath her groans in pleasure as he continues to use her body, paying no mind to the pain or anguish etched across her features. They are beyond reason, beyond empathy; their only drive is cruelty and control.

Her voice trembles with fear and desperation as she pleads for mercy, tears streaming down her face unchecked. But their captors only seem to grow more aroused by her helplessness and suffering, taking pleasure in the power they hold over her fragile body.

You can't even begin to understand the pleasure we get from watching you suffer... You're our toys now, nothing more than living objects for us to use and abuse as we please... Just accept your fate, my poor little dog, and maybe one day we'll show some mercy. But don't hold your breath waiting for it...

The day draws to a close with the young couple hogtied and gagged in a cage, their bodies aching from exhaustion. The older woman laughs maliciously as she locks them up for the night, knowing that they will have plenty of time to think about their situation while they are unable to move or speak.

The next morning, the couple awakens to find themselves on the cold floor with a feast of freshly washed socks laid out before them. The woman smirks as she removes her ball gag, enjoying the look of fear and desperation in their eyes as they realize what is expected of them. "Time for breakfast," she says sweetly before pulling one foot up onto her lap and spreading her toes wide for her captives' adoration.

With trembling hands and tears streaming down their faces, they begin to nibble on the soft socks and worship her feet as if they were the most precious things in the world. They are not only trying to please their captors, but also desperately seeking any sign of mercy or forgiveness from them. As the day goes on, this becomes their new routine: serve the woman's every whim and desire while praying for deliverance.

The woman smirks at their obedience and humiliation, reveling in the power she holds over them. She knows that they are at her mercy and will do anything to avoid further punishment or suffering. Even though they can't speak, their pleading eyes tell her everything she needs to know about how badly they want freedom...and how much more she can make them suffer before granting it.

Two years have passed since their capture and the young couple has long since accepted their new roles as slaves to their captors. The boy now obediently sucks on the older man's cock whenever he is summoned, his mouth moving skillfully over the hard flesh while his eyes remain locked on the older woman.

The girl, meanwhile, has become an expert in pleasuring her mistress' toes, using her tongue and teeth to coax out moans of pleasure from the cruel woman. She moves between the older couple with a practiced grace that betrays her submission; she is no longer their dog but a part of their twisted family now. Even though they still torment and humiliate her daily, she finds solace in knowing that she belongs to them... even if it means spending eternity as their plaything.

The older woman smirks down at the girl as she works her toes, occasionally giving her a rough nudge or tug on her hair to encourage her. She knows that the girl has truly become hers now, body and soul. Even after two years of this torturous existence, there's still something deep inside the girl that craves their attention, their affection... and their suffering.

It's a delicious irony, really; how the most broken among them are often the ones who remain strongest in the end. The older man chuckles darkly at her thought before grabbing the boy roughly by his hair and pulling him off his cock with a sharp yank. "Enough of that," he growls, thrusting into the girl instead, using her body as a cruel substitute for release.

The girl's eyes flicker over to the boy as he is roughly manhandled, her heart filling with a mixture of anger and envy. She knows that she could be in his place right now, suffering his pain instead of serving it. But she also knows that there's no point in fighting anymore; their captors hold all the power here. So, she continues to pleasure her mistress' toes, focusing on bringing her pleasure while ignoring her own suffering.

It's a vicious cycle, this game of pain and submission they play. But it's the only life they know now... and perhaps they truly are better off this way. The boy looks up at her with pleading eyes, but she does not acknowledge him; he has been broken just like she has, and there's no going back from here.

The girl can't help but feel a pang of pity for the boy as she continues to focus on her mistress' pleasure. His eyes hold so much despair and hopelessness that it breaks her heart just a little bit more each time she meets his gaze. But she knows that there's no use in trying to reach out or comfort him; they are both trapped in this twisted existence now, forevermore.

The boy's attempt at escape is swiftly and brutally thwarted by their captors; he is dragged back into the room, his limbs aching and bleeding from the struggle. His girlfriend watches helplessly as they punish them both, knowing that she could have prevented this if only she had been stronger or more obedient. Tears stream down her face as she's forced to endure their pain once again, cursing herself for ever trying to help him escape in the first place.

The boy's second attempt at escape fares no better than the first; he is caught and brutally punished in front of his helpless girlfriend. As their captors tie the dogs masks over their faces, taking away all sense of smell and taste, the realization dawns on them that there's nowhere left to run. They are trapped here forever, living out their days as nothing more than animals to be used and abused at their captor's whim.

Months pass in this state of sensory deprivation and endless suffering. The boy and girl grow increasingly submissive, no longer even recognizing each other beneath the masks that now define them as less than human. Their world has been reduced to nothing but pain, humiliation, and the occasional glimmer of pleasure when their masters decide to grant them a moment's respite from their torment.

They

Even in this degrading state, the older woman revels in her power over them; forcing both captives to bring her pleasure by licking and kissing her feet while bringing themselves to orgasm. Their cries of ecstasy mingle with the sounds of their own humiliation as they are reduced to nothing more than tools for the woman's amusement. The boy and girl exchange desperate, pleading glances beneath their masks, knowing that there is no escape from this twisted cycle of pain and submission... only endless torment at the mercy of their cruel captors.

Her heart wrenches with empathy as she witnesses their suffering, knowing that there is little she can do to save them from this fate. Their captors would only delight in seeing her try and thwart their twisted games, using it as an excuse for yet another round of punishment and humiliation.

So, she contents herself with watching from the sidelines, helplessly observing the slow descent into madness that has become their reality. The boy's eyes mirror the hopelessness she feels within herself; a dull resignation that once burned with defiance and rage now replaced by the cold acceptance of fate. And the girl... her tears flow freely, a testament to the pain and anguish that seem to be etched into every inch of her being.

They are beyond saving; these broken souls belong to their captors now, forevermore.

The young couple's suffering leaves her heart torn apart; she can barely stand to watch them endure such agony and degradation. But even as she feels their pain deep within her own soul, there is a part of her that wonders if perhaps this is what they truly deserve... For all their struggles against the inevitable, maybe it would have been kinder to leave them unbroken.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of their captors laughing maniacally; another round of punishment is about to begin. With a shuddering sigh, she closes her eyes and turns away, unable to bear witness to any more of their suffering.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes there was another person involved in all this time. Quickly glancing around to make sure they aren't noticed, she studies the stranger out of the corner of her eye. This newcomer appears to be just as battered and broken as everyone else; a lost soul trapped within the twisted web that is their captors' reality.

The young woman named Sofia looks at the newcomer with surprise and curiosity. She can't help but wonder how this person got involved in their twisted game, and what secrets they might be hiding beneath their battered exterior. Despite her own suffering, she finds herself feeling a strange stirring of pity and protectiveness towards them.

As the day wears on, she manages to steal a few moments alone with the newcomer, listening intently as they share bits and pieces of their story. It's a tale filled with pain and loss, but also courage and determination; a testament to the human spirit's ability to survive even in the darkest of circumstances.

In that brief moment, Sofia feels a spark of hope flicker back to life within her. Perhaps there is still a chance for them all to find some measure of freedom or redemption, even in this seemingly hopeless situation. The

A young couple is kidnapped by an older couple who force them into lives of sexual servitude. The man is feminized and forced to endure humiliation, bondage, objectification, and foot worship at the hands of his captors. His female partner is trained as a human dog, taught obedience through discipline and humiliation. Despite their suffering, they find solace in each other's company as they navigate this degrading existence together.

Their captors enjoy watching the young couple suffer, taking pleasure in their power and control over them. The man is dressed in provocative clothing designed to emphasize his feminized appearance while the woman remains naked except for a collar around her neck. Both are subjected to various forms of bondage that limit their movement and force them into submission.

As days turn into weeks, months, years... neither one dares to hope for freedom again; they have resigned themselves to this twisted reality as their captors' playthings. Yet amidst the pain and humiliation, there are moments when they can find comfort in each other's company; a fleeting reminder that despite it all, they still care deeply for one another.

The girl often catches the man's gaze, their eyes conveying a silent understanding and empathy that transcends words. In those brief moments, they feel less like captives and more like allies; together against an unrelenting oppression that seeks to break them both. But as quickly as it came, the connection must be severed; their captors would never allow such a bond to flourish.

She sees the same understanding in his eyes and wants nothing more than to hold onto it, to believe that there is still hope even in this hopeless situation. But as their captors pull them apart for another round of torment, she knows they can't risk getting too close; not when every moment spent together brings them only greater suffering.