Chapter 4 Male Dog

Two large dogs in heat were led in. The whole room filled with frantic barking.

Sienna hid behind Benjamin and quietly pulled out her phone. She aimed the camera at Jolene in the crate.

The naked body, the iron chain around her neck, two drooling male dogs lunging forward.

She captured it all. Along with the earlier video from the bar of Jolene surrounded by a group of men, she sent everything to Jolene's mother.

After sending it, she put away her phone and waited.

In the crate, the two male dogs had already pounced. Rough tongues licked across her thighs and chest. Their claws added fresh bloody marks to her already scarred skin. Their erect penises, bright red, were fully extended, desperately trying to mount her.

"Get away! No, help!" Jolene twisted frantically, but the iron chain locked her in place.

She had just given birth. The lacerations hadn't healed yet. If they actually got to her, she would die.

"Benjamin! Please! Get them away!" she cried out. Tears and cold sweat dripped onto the iron floor of the crate.

Benjamin watched coldly, not moving.

One male dog's penis pressed against her swollen, protruding lips.

"Enough."

The bodyguards stepped forward, grabbed the leashes, and dragged the two crazed animals out.

Jolene collapsed in the crate, trembling violently, gasping for air.

Benjamin walked to the crate and looked down at her. His gaze fell on her opening, twitching slightly from the violent struggle, still seeping bloody fluid.

"What a slut," he sneered. "Two licks from dogs and your pussy's already wet? You probably want to lick their dicks too, don't you?"

"I didn't..." Jolene weakly shook her head. Her lower abdomen suddenly cramped.

A stream of dark red blood gushed from below, running down her inner thighs to the iron bars, dripping onto the floor. The smell of blood immediately filled the air.

Benjamin covered his nose in disgust and stepped back.

"Disgusting." He turned and put his arm around Sienna's shoulder. "Let's go. Don't dirty your eyes with this."

Sienna obediently leaned into his embrace. Before leaving, she glanced back at Jolene and smiled.

The door slammed shut. Only Jolene remained in the crate, soaking in her own blood.

For the next few days, no one treated her.

Between the postpartum tears and the filthy conditions in the crate, her private area became severely infected. Her swollen lips began to rot. Yellow-green pus mixed with discharge flowed out, the stench making the whole room unbearable. She burned with fever, drifting in and out of consciousness, unable to even moan.

When Benjamin came again, he frowned as soon as he opened the door.

"Why does it stink so bad?"

Sienna followed behind, covering her nose with a handkerchief. "Benjamin, I heard that women who sleep around easily get STDs. Could she have syphilis or gonorrhea? It's all festering."

Benjamin's face darkened.

He walked to the crate and kicked the iron bars. With a loud clang, Jolene jerked awake and shrank into the corner.

"Bitch!" Benjamin roared. "Don't you dare spread your diseases here! How many men have you fucked for your pussy to rot like this!"

"It's not... it's infected... please get a doctor..." Jolene's voice was barely audible.

"You think you deserve one?" Benjamin sneered. "Bring disinfectant. Give her a good wash."

Two bodyguards brought in a bucket of high-concentration industrial disinfectant.

Benjamin jerked his chin. "Pour it."

The entire bucket of disinfectant poured over her head. The ice-cold, stinging liquid flooded into her rotting opening and all her wounds.

Jolene's scream barely sounded human. She rolled and convulsed in the crate, as if thrown into fire, until she passed out from the pain.

Only after Benjamin saw she had stopped moving did he leave with Sienna.

When she woke again, only Sienna was in the room.

She had pulled up a chair in front of the crate, holding a tablet.

"Awake, Jolene?" Sienna smiled sweetly. "Let me show you something."

She shoved the tablet against the iron bars and pressed play.

The screen showed a rooftop of a tall building. A gray-haired woman stood at the edge.

Her mother.

"Mom!" Jolene lunged forward, her fingers desperately gripping the iron bars.

In the video, her mother clutched her phone, crying so hard she couldn't breathe. "Jolene... how could you do such things... all those men... even dogs... I can't live with this shame..."

Then she closed her eyes and jumped.

The camera shook. A dull thud. The final frame froze on the pool of blood on the ground, the body no longer recognizable as human.

"No!"

Jolene felt completely hollowed out. The sound that came from her throat wasn't crying—it was like a wild animal being skinned alive.

"Oh my, how tragic," Sienna sighed. "Your mother saw the sex videos of you with all those men, and the video of you almost getting mounted by dogs. She couldn't handle it and jumped. Jolene, you really are poison—you even drove your own mother to death."

"It was you... you sent them to her!"

Jolene stared at Sienna, her eyes no longer showing just hate—they showed madness.

Only one thought remained.

Her hands shot through the iron bars, grabbed Sienna's hair, and yanked her toward the crate.

"Ah! Let go! You're crazy!"

Jolene wrapped the iron chain from her neck around her hands and looped it around Sienna's throat.

"Die! Pay with your life for my mom! For my dead child!"

The chain dug into flesh. Sienna's eyes rolled back, her hands clawing wildly, her legs kicking against the floor, her throat making gurgling sounds.

The door was kicked open.

Benjamin burst in, and seeing this scene, his eyes nearly split with rage.

"Jolene!"

He rushed forward and kicked her arm. The sound of breaking bone was crisp. She had to let go.

Sienna collapsed into Benjamin's arms, coughing and crying. "Benjamin... I came to kindly tell her about her mother... she tried to kill me..."

"Don't be scared." Benjamin patted her back, then looked up at Jolene. "Your own mother died, and you want to drag Sienna down with her? Keeping you in a crate is too good for you."

He opened the crate door, dragged Jolene out, and threw her on the floor.

"Kneel. Bow to Sienna."

Jolene gritted her teeth and glared at him, her mouth full of blood, saying nothing.

"Won't bow?" Benjamin sneered. "Bring the stuff up."

A bodyguard brought up a black leather dog muzzle and a thick fox tail with a metal plug.

"You like biting people like a dog, so you'll be a dog for real."

He stepped on her back, pried open her mouth, shoved the dog muzzle in, and fastened it tightly behind her head.

Jolene whimpered and struggled uselessly.

Then he spread her legs, grabbed the metal plug, aimed it at her opening that had never been touched there before, and without any lubricant, shoved it straight in.

"Mmph!" She convulsed from the pain, tears streaming out. With her mouth blocked, she could only scream mutely.

The fluffy tail swayed behind her as she trembled.

"Listen carefully," Benjamin said, crouching down and grabbing her chin. "From today on, you're not allowed to speak human words—only bark like a dog. You'll eat the slop left over from those dogs outside. Spit out one mouthful, and I'll break one of your bones."

Jolene closed her eyes, tears streaming down.

"Want to die? Want to fight back?" Benjamin leaned close to her ear, his voice very soft. "Guess what will happen to that old grandmother of yours in the countryside, the one who can barely walk?"

Jolene's eyes flew open.

Her grandmother was her last living relative.

"Mmm mmm..." She shook her head frantically.

Then she got on all fours, the tail plugged into her rear, wearing the dog muzzle, and facing Sienna's direction, she knocked her head heavily against the floor.

Sienna laughed out loud.

Benjamin patted Jolene's face.