Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Best Friend (nc, humil, best) By: Beautiful Capture https://secure.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=LYJPPBYVHXPYODPUFFOM Disclaimer: You must be at least 18 and a legal adult to read this work of fiction. This work contains graphic sexual acts which may be objectionable or illegal. Do NOT attempt to recreate any part of this story with a real person. The author disclaims any responsibility concerning the use, possession, distribution, or reproduction of this document. If you read and understood the Disclaimer, and choose to continue reading, then enjoy the story! -- Trina was a shy, fragile girl. She once dreamed of becoming a glamorous actress and even began writing silly little scenes for herself to practice. She imagined strong, determined heroines for herself to portray- overcoming horrific adversity such as the loss of loved ones or betrayal by trusted friends- yet still able to champion the needy and less fortunate. Her empathetic nature gave her a skill at capturing the subtle nuances of a character, crafting a twisted road where conflicting motivations assail the character into unpredictable action. Trina loved her family very much. They were the only ones who called her by her full given name, "Katrina." The comfort and support they provided helped her foster her talents in private, away from the criticism of outsiders. She also loved her baby brother, Paul, and on his last birthday their parents decided to get him a puppy. They let Trina pick one but she insisted on going to the animal shelter, to which her parents eventually conceded. Her heart was adamantly set on the most adorable- though timid- pup in the lot, and brought it home. The next day they surprised Paul with his new pet, which he named "Ace." But everything would change for Trina when her parents were driving Paul home from a Pee Wee league game. A drunk driver hit their car. No one survived the violent car crash. Trina could handle neither the death of her family nor the change it caused in her life, so with no other relatives, Trina was turned over to the state. Assets which she could not manage ended up being auctioned off; their proceeds put into a trust that would be turned over to her when she turned eighteen next year. Until that time, however, she was still a minor that required guardianship. It had been difficult for Child Services to place the girl within the required timetable, which is why she ended up in a rural town at the edge of civilization- nothing at all like the city from which she came. Trina had relied on the conveniences & distractions afforded by a large city, and without them she had too much time to dwell on her sorrow. One of the reasons she had been so difficult to place was that Trina was adamant she keep Paul's puppy, Ace. She and Paul both had loved that dog so much that she just couldn't bear to part with it, too. It was so full of life and such an energetic ball of discovery that it dispeled her grief while she held it. The playful pup had a charismatic way of bringing an illustrious smile even to her darkened face. Ace was like a living connection with her family; as long as he was around she still felt the warmth of their love. Her new foster family was negligent and unmotivated; only in it for the money. When she arrived they had enacted a harsh code of conduct with steep disciplinary punishment upon the grief-stricken girl. They couldn't understand it when she just retreated to her room in the attic and cried the rest of the day. To them, any kid transferring over a certain age was trouble. They weren't going to put up with it, so they made the rules tougher. Her reaction had surprised them, but they figured a crying girl rarely creates trouble, therefore they had done all they needed to. They hadn't even bothered to read her file to discover Trina was new to the system after her family's tragic death. To make matters worse, Simon, a pre-existing charge who was a year younger than her, constantly demeaned her and undermined her reputation in the new family. Her guardians never did enough to curb his abuse- either they didn't care, or they imagined their toothless admonishions did something to solve the problem. Over time, he manipulated them into trusting his word over hers. Trina had no safe haven where she could express herself and so she eventually stopped trying. She knew she couldn't go on like this, but with so many problems all at once she had no time to fix anything the way she wanted it to be fixed. And so, she ended up solving nothing. Her shadow had grown more than she had, and threatened to consume her. One night after a particularly abusive remark uttered at the dinner table, Trina had to get some air to maintain her dignity and self respect. So she took her puppy, Ace, and wandered into the surrounding woods of the property. The loving acceptance of this dog who depended on her brought her comfort in a comfortless world. She had been trampled underfoot so many times she felt undeserving of the devoted admiration her pet showered upon her. And yet, Ace adored her all the same. As she tread deeper into the backcountry woods- the hated foster home fading from sight- Ace sensed his master's tensions ease. He barked playfully as the worry and fear began to lift from her face. Deep in the woods, Trina and Ace chanced upon a dilapidated shack in a darkly lit hollow. Her mirth was swelling as she guided Ace to the unexpected discovery. Until Trina heard a howling sound in the distance that sent shivers down her spine. It was repeated, longer and deeper this time, with a sinister edge. Frightened, she retreated into the ramshackle sanctuary. Seeing that terrified puppy beneath her, she huddled herself around it, realizing that despite all its bravado it was even more afraid than she was. For the sake of that mewling pup, she forced herself to be stronger. Hiding in tense anticipation with that defenceless puppy under her wing, Trina was struck by a moment of clarity. Although she had journeyed through the maw of hell, she had endured- No, she had OVERCOME- whatever obstacles were thrown her way. A little howling in the woods couldn't scare her anymore. She was better than that! She had the strength to overcome all that was in front of her, and she would do the same for Ace. Her suffering had been enough for the both of them; at least Ace still had his innocence. Protecting this orphaned pup was like rescuing herself. She knew the pain of suffering too well and wouldn't let this eager mutt share in it! Over the next few months, Trina's exploration of the woods grew deeper and deeper, and she began relying on Ace's tracking skills to guide her. She taught Ace to hunt on command using the word 'Attack.' She never imagined she would actually need it, but it gave her a rare sense of empowerment that this animal would learn whatever she taught it, and no one wrote rules for her anymore! Ace was not very fearsome with his puppy-sized growl, but it made her laugh to see how bravely Ace could act at her behest. The love she felt for this animal rejuvenated her and gave her the strength she needed. The world couldn't be such a bad place if such an eager, loyal creature was born of it. -- By her eighteenth birthday, Trina was ready to leave and was waiting for some paperwork to clear which she had filed late due to her own negligence. Instead, she had been spending the past few weeks making sure her applications to college were on time. In the end, she had taken a path toward Vetrenairy School. She wished to convey this beautiful gift to everyone- how the companionship of an adoring pet could save one from the darkest of places. If she could help people who needed the unconditional love of a pet the most, as she herself had, this would honor her departed family. Trina was truly happy, moreso than she had ever been in her directionless life. She had found purpose in caring for poor, defenceless animals. It was something worth fighting for. Meanwhile, Simon had grown melancholy and frustrated-- his sadistic sense of joy coming primarily from the suffering of others. Trina spent so little time at the home and her inhuman ability to overcome meant it just wasn't any fun to harass her anymore. Meanwhile, his problems at school, lack of friends, and perpetually sour disposition had made it impossible for his foster parents to ignore what a problem he had become. It was one day when they were asking him why he couldn't be more like his sister that he realized he was no longer the favored son. But- his sister?! That bitch wasn't even related to him! It was time to get even and take her down a peg. But how? One day when Trina was out with that annoying dog she took everywhere the seed of an idea was planted... "Does she really deserve such a loving companion?" Simon mused to himself. "Well, let's find out!" Simon began formulating his plan quickly, knowing that if he waited too long his dear "sister" would be in college or at a career, never to return. She would be beyond his grasp forever. Things must happen quickly. -- Trina was bound naked to a mat on the floor. Her legs were splayed wide behind her with bindings to her outstretched knees and ankles holding her in place so her ass thrust high in the air. Her wrists were bound to the ground in front of her, but she had enough leeway in her arms that she could lie flat on her shoulders or rise on her elbows. Her face was unobstructed and she could speak freely. Presently, though, she was crying. "One last thing," as a flesh colored stopper was placed in her anus to prevent any accidents. A few puffs of a bitch's scent were puffed onto her nether lips and she was given one last reminder of what she was to do. "I love Ace, but not like *that*," she moaned. "Don't do this," she wailed. "I'm not going to do anything. When Ace comes in here, YOU'RE going to do it. You said yourself that he's a smart dog, and with the bitch's scent on you I'm sure he can figure out what to do. You have such a loving relationship with him; don't you think you should let him know in a way that he understands?" "It's not that complicated, any bitch can do it," he sneered. With that he left the room and went to the observation deck to watch. A few moments later, Ace was let in, and went straight to his loving master, licking her prostrate face as a show of affection. "No Ace, stop it!" she grunted, "You're only making this harder! But if I don't, they said they will take you away from me, they will..." she was crying again. His tongue's affection for her made her relunctantly laugh. "You're such a good boy aren't you, Ace? You would never hurt me, even if they made you." Ace had stopped licking her and was now circling around, sniffing at her cautiously. "You won't hurt me, Ace... You won't hurt me..." He was now sniffing where they had sprayed the bitch's scent most densely, on her pussy lips. When he extended his tongue to lick her there, something in her brain just snapped and she yelled out loudly, "ATTACK!" Ace retreated from her and growled menacingly. Looking around, he sought the intruder his master wished for him to dispatch. Now a full-sized adult, his fearsome snarl no longer teased out a giggle from his master. Finding nothing, the dog continued his low growl, longer and deeper this time, with a sinister edge. The dog was sure that his devoted master would not lead him astray. But the scent on her pussy kept attracting his nose. Slowly, his primal canine brain began to invent a plan that put the will of his master and the desire of his nose together... "I knew he wouldn't hurt me," Trina sighed, her face buried low in the mat from embarassment. "I knew he---!" Ace had let out an abrupt yelp as he leapt on top of her and planted his front paws on either side of her ribs before squeezing her body to hold her still. He was thrusting wildly where he thought her pussy should be and hit the stopper in her butt several times. Eventually he found his mark and slammed his cock into her. The thrusting began in quick, staccato motions. Trina's eyes popped open as she couldn't believe what her beloved Ace was doing to her. "No Ace! Bad dog-g-g---" she struggled to vocalize as the dog buffeted her so hard that her tits bobbed back and forth along the mat. She raised up on her elbows and felt the underbelly of her dog holding her down. She couldn't decide which way was worse. Trina just couldn't believe that her Ace, this dog that she had rescued and cared for, that she had loved more than anything, was now using her as his bitch. No! It wasn't right- She was his respected MASTER, not his fucking BITCH! Her body rocked back and forth under the ferocity of his strokes as he plumbed her depths. Trina closed her eyes and tried to shut down her mind, imagining any other possible explanation for the sensations she was now being forced to feel. Her fine skin flushed in a scarlet bloom. Subconsciously though, she had begun to grunt in time with the thrusts as she felt him dig deeper inside of her. She tried to lift up, but as she did so the front paws lunged forward, grabbing at her tits, scrabbling to find purchase. She quickly dropped back down to comfort her flesh, but her bound hands could provide no such relief. She remained in place enduring the punishment Ace was giving her. Shame overwhelmed her and she cried. What else could she do? Her beloved Ace was smacking her tender pussy with bestial ferocity, their unnatural coupling a disgusting thing. This was her friend, her life companion who had shown her her inner strength to continue when times looked darkest. And he didn't even understand what he was doing to her! Her dog was raping her and she could do nothing to stop it! "NOOOOOOOOOO!!" she cried in utter desperation at the top of her lungs. "Ace, sto--" Ace had grown into a strong dog and knocked the wind out of her with a particularly forceful thrust. The full-grown dog wanted his bitch quiet, so he used his power to silence her. He was now driving the whole length of his thick cock in and out of her, his mighty thrusts rocking her entire body, the nipples caught in the creases as they rubbed back and forth with each powerful stroke. Her overworked body began an instinctive, primal grunting, and for a time, Trina's reactions were veiled unto her mind. She was allowed to enjoy her torment without understanding it. Now that Ace had established control, he slowed down to a more bearable pace. But Trina regained some lucidity as the throbbing in her body began to slow. In an act of defiance, she pulled with all her might on her arms to try to separate their bodies. And... His cock was pulling out... She could be free! But it was useless. Once he adjusted to her attempted escape he drilled into her harder than before. His cock deeper now, his paws clasped her tits in their mighty grip. He squeezed her upper body with his forepaws to prevent further mishaps, pummeling her with his cock. He would no longer be denied. She buried her face into the mat and resigned herself to her fate. Over a loudspeaker she heard a voice: "Now you see, 'Kat'rina: Dogs and Kats are not friends. Dog is superior to Kat and dominates her. You are not the master; Ace is. Thank your master for finally giving you the attention you deserve, Kat." It could get no worse. As she listened to her new nickname, Trina felt the cock of her Ace thrust in and out of her body. In and out, again and again. There was nowhere to hide and nothing to do. She listened to the sickening squishing noises and smacking sounds from their coupling and hid her face, sinking as low as she could. Ace's excitement was swelling and Trina could resist no longer. As he pumped away, she could do nothing but accept him. Ace let out a yelp and Trina felt a surge of warmth within. Moments later, a bulge pressed against her passage. Eyes bugging, Trina gasped, "Ace wha-- what are-- what are you doing?!" She was horrified. The loudspeaker answered her question. "That's how the master lets his Kat know that she's been a good girl. He uses the knot to impregnate his bitches. Of course you're not his mate- you're just a Kat he uses for his pleasure! But you get the idea. Anyway, if you want him to get off and release you, then you must use a new command we taught him: Ace-in-the-hole." How humiliating! She couldn't say that! But then again, look where she already was. "Ace-in-the-hole..." Trina called out, weakly but clearly. She was rewarded with a mighty jerk of his cock. But he did not yet leave her. "Come on Ace-!" Another jerk. "-In-the-Hole!" Exasperrated. "They said this is supposed to get you off! So ACE-IN-THE-GODDAMNED-HOLE!" The cock housed in her body twisted and spewed mightily. The force of the rocking caused Trina to lose her balance, listing to the side. Ace used his iron grip on her body to right her and growled softly until the point of their joining returned to his desired altitude. He resumed a gracefully mild thrusting pattern for his own amusement, rather than for considerations of his bitch. Trina was not just some recepticle for this dog's pleasure! Angrily, she spat "Get off me Ace, I don't want to do this with you! You can't do this to me anymore!" she spewed. "Get off this instant! I mean it, Ace!" Ace waited until she got it all out of her system then resumed fucking her. Hard. This wasn't about her; Ace was enjoying his newfound power. Might as well enjoy her again, too. And so the vigorous workout resumed. Ace pressed into her until there was nowhere else to go and listened pleased as the shower of expletives seemed to thank his advance. He was learning so many new command words- GODDAMNIT, PLEASENOMORE, FUCKINGSTOP and more all seemed to encourage him to continue and thank him for the wonderful time he was giving her. He was only too pleased to oblige. And so their fucking continued. Running out of energy, Trina had fallen silent. The bestial thrusting had pierced her resistance and she passively endured Ace's attentions. She thought she may just ride it out but her traitorous body was betraying her. The warmth in her loins was spreading and she craved more touch. She hated herself for it, but she needed more. Her body on fire, quietly- trying to hide it- she began moaning in sync with his cock. Softly at first... then more urgent. She had finally been worn down. The bitch could fight with her master no longer. She began meeting his thrusts with her own, grinding deeper. Soon, her hair whipped back and forth as she got her second wind and aided in her own defilement. She had lost herself and all that was left was this spear, this cock, burning into her pussy. She craved it and devoured it eagerly. Her unthinking body no longer knew nor cared about its owner. The joined pair accelerated their pace, Trina on bottom grunting with lust, and Ace on top, orchestrating her every movement and desire. Trina just needed to go a little bit further. Her stomach was tightening and relaxing, tighetening and relaxing, as Ace hammered into her. She tried to clamp down, but Ace was not ready yet and squeezed her tits in warning. The bitch followed the command of her master; she did not take the initiative. Trina was learning her place, and waited for a signal from Ace before acting again. So she stared into empty space ahead of her. The master would tell her when he demanded more of her. For now, she enjoyed the pleasant thrusting and stimulating fullness. It was all a bit harsher than she had ever imagined or expected, but somehow that just added to the intensity. The disgust on her face faded into intense focus as she accepted her fate and let the mindless fucking take over. The bitch did not defy the master; the bitch bows to the will of the master. And so, Trina was bearing her master's cock with aplomb; a good bitch. Soon, Trina lost control of her voice and cried out. "Please! I need more!" Her words were not her own. They had been placed there by her lover. Nevertheless, she repeated them in desperation. The throbbing surge grew once again and filled her passage. At last, she was in ecstasy! She enjoyed her moment of pleasure, released from pretense, and cried out in delight as she came back down to Earth. Savoring the warmth she now felt, and the gift her master had bequeathed unto her. Trina alternately moaned and cried as she waited for the knot to deflate and leave her. Trina was still recovering from a tingling warmth permeating her body, relaxing to enjoy what she knew would be a fleeting moment. The tingling in her ears was actually clapping coming over the loudspeaker. "Marvelous! You said you wanted to be an actress didn't you, Kat? Or was it a vet? Either way, think of this as job experience!" the voice congratulated her. As she listened, the cock in her pussy twitched. "How many other girls have such a full resume as you?" Ace's cock pressed tentatively forward at the words, throbbing again. "And to think, a whole career ahead of you!" Ace finally dismounted her, grinning with tongue out as if everything were back to normal. Katrina glanced up at him briefly before breaking down in humiliation and tears. Trina was a shy, fragile girl. She once dreamed of more.