After the death of my parents

After the death of my parents,life was hell and streets cruel until one day Cynthia offered to help me not knowing it was a gateway to the outside world, introduction to dog business.I saw the d0g, I was going to sleeep with them” I asked myself. The men left me with the dogs, then another man came inside the room. 

Surprisingly, when he came, he didn't stay. But he fed the dogs with something I don't know, but it was a liquid.

 “Satîsfy them.” He said, and l£ft.

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The room was stufféd with an unpleasant smell. As i sat on the flóór n@ked, because there was no béd, my h£art was pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I was there to do my jób. It was my first tim£ into what Cythia intróduced me to. I didn't know what they start was about to be. The two Américan Bulld0gs, with glossy furs and mûscles rippling, appr0ached with a powerful deméan0r that bélied their imp0sing sîze.

One of the d0gs, a bláck and whit£ with big éyés, nuzzled my hand with its wet nóse. I couldn't hélp but fèlt a strânge connéction forming betwéén us. The other d0g, a reddísh-brown colr with a plâyful gleam in its eyes, quickly settled beside me, its nose exploring my va---ina.

As I sat there fóaming with f£ar, surrounded by their abn0rmal warmth and the loud rhythm of their bréâthing, I felt a tótal sense of f£ar wash over me. The dogs' presence was uncomforting, and I found myself drifting into a dr£amlike state, where the lines between hûman and an!mal blúrred.

I reddish one quickly started líckîng my va----ina. The cámera that has been setup in the room by the owner of the d0gs was obviously recording. It was always there to make sure the cl!ents was able to sàt!sfy the d0gs.

It wasn't long when the reddish d0g clîmbed on tôp of m£. And started p£n£trating me, why the other stôôd wàtching like sômething that would D£vore me inst@ntly if I ever made a m0ve. After an hour, the reddish d0g got off me and the next one took over. It was too vigorous. Something I've never felt before. I was crying by then but no one could turn up because that was business. The next few moments, I didn't know what next happened... I passed out.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of the door creaking open. Cynthia slipped into the room, her eyes soft with a mix of concern and something more intimate. "How was your first night with them?" she asked, her voice a low murmur.

"I felt... I don't know, why did you put me into this? I feel vag---na is like tórn apart. I feel hûrt Cynthia, I.. I.. I.." I replied, stammering as I sitting up and pulling the sheet around me in $háme as t£ars rolled down my cheeks.

 The d0gs stretched and yawned, their movements graceful and fluid. As they walked out the door.

Cynthia nodded, a small mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Good. That's a good start. You're feeling pain because it was your first time. The boss awaits you outside. Your first payment awaits you. Congratulations and welcome to the bu$!ness.

Today, you'll meet more of the clients. They're all high-profile men with... unique tastes. You'll be staying with their d0gs, but they may also want to get to know you better."

I swall0wed hard, a flutter of fraüstr@tion mingling with my nérves.

"What do they want from me?"

Cynthia's smile deepened, her eyes blinking with a hînt of misch!ef. "They want to see if you can handle more than just d0gs. They want to see if you can handle them... int!mat£ly."

I f£lt a blush créêp up my cheeks, my b0dy responding to the implication with a rush of heat and vig0urous int!macy I felt with the d0gs that night. 

What had I g0tten myself into? 

But the thought of exploring these new sensations, of giving in to the primal allûre of these powerful creatures, for m0n£y was strang£ly ent!cing.

That evening after I was been pa!d for the j0b, Cynthia led me to a different room, where a group of well-dréssed men were waiting. Their eyes roamed over me, appra!sing and hûngry, but there was also a respectful distance in their gazes. One of them, a tall man with a scar across his cheek, stepped forward.

"Cynthia tells me you're new to this," he said, his voice déép and res0nant. "Let's see what you're máde of. $10k the d£al" 

He gestured to one of the d0gs, a màssíve Rottweiler with a sl£ek c0at and pi£rc!ng eyes. The d0g approached me, its movements flu!d and contrólled. I réached out, my hand tr£mbling slightly as I str0ked its fur. The d0g leaned into my touch, a low rûmble of appróval in its thr0at.

The man laúghed, a sóund that sent sh!v£rs down my spine. 

"Good. You've got potential. But we'll see how you hândIé the real test."

Cynthia stôôd watching as if she knéw exactly what was going to unfôld.

He turned to one of the other men, who nódded and left the room. When he returned, he was leading a léash, and at the end of it was a máss!ve wôlf hybrid. Its eyes were wild and red. That kind of d0g that is likely been f£d with drû--g, and it snârled as it pulled âgáinst the l£ásh, but there was also a curiosity in its gáze, a désire to connect.

The man handed me the léásh, and I took it with a trembling hand, adr£naline c0ursing through my veins. 

"Walk it in there and satisfy it." he c0mm@nded.

I already knew what he meant. I tôôk a dèèp br£ath and started walking, the wôlf hybrid stráin!ng agâinst the léash. It was all I could do to keep it ûnd£r contról, but I mànàged, my steps sure and conf!dent. The men wàtched, their expréssions a mix of appr0val and something more pr!mal.

There was a smàll room located just few 20meter away from where we were standing. I took the d0g to satisfy it. 

It also had càmeras inside, which they could later to be sure you did your j0b.

When I retûrned, the man with the scar nôdded. 

"You'll do. For now. But remember, this is just the begînning. There's always more to explóre."

I realised that when I came back, Cynthia wasn't with them. Where might she had gone? Anyways, that wasn't my main concern. My cóncern was my M0n£y

After speaking, he drópped me $10k as he had promised.

I left the r00m, my mind r@cing with the p0ssibilities. What hàd I gôtten myself !nto? And how far would I go to expl0re the depths of this new, er@tic world?

Only tîme would tell, but óne thing was certain: I was r£ady to dîve in, to surr£nder to the prîmal allûr£ of thésè p0werful créatûres and the men who cóntróIIed them, just to méèt my end nèéds. And it was obv!ous that there was no turning back and I couldn't qu!t what ever I was înto nów.

Henceforth, he real busin£ss time was appróachîng...

To be continued.