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It's an hour after she gets home from the hospital that he's put in the crib with her.
A perfectly average sized newborn baby, she's two days old and a little over seven pounds with hints of what will be dark auburn curls, too young still for her cheeks to be anything other than splotchy and red, and completely naked save for the diaper. Titan, the eight week old Bull Mastiff, is already twenty pounds and has only just been separated from his mother and litter.
He takes to her immediately, the puppy whining happily as his tongue slips out and he slobbers all over her face, kissing across her open mouth and nose, over her eyes, to the sounds of approval from the person who had lowered them both down.
"Good boy, Titan," the man praises, giving the pup a treat as a reward for his good behavior, encouraging it to continue. He lingers for a short while to watch, but eventually leaves them alone, keeping an eye on the two of them through a camera as the dog spends so long licking her face and chest that eventually she starts crying.
Curious what the dog will do, he doesn't intervene, smiling when the dog's response is to lick her face again. A few seconds later, she's sucking on his tongue and no longer crying.
Perfect. Exactly as he had hoped.
When they're not in the crib together, they're in their shared playpen in the yard or both on connected leashes. They're kept together at all times, Titan either in the room when she's bathed or being bathed with her if they've made a mess of themselves.
Her bottles are given to her on the floor, often while he wolfs down his food from a bowl, and occasionally she's clipped to him by a short lead and he's given free roam of a portion of the house - the man watching as the excited puppy drags his future bitch through the house by the harness on her back.
When she cries, he's the one who comforts her, lapping at her nicks and scrapes with his tongue. The only things she gets from the two people living in the house are her diapers, her bottles, and her baths, neither of them ever speaking to her when they perform her routines.
They speak to Titan, teaching him commands, training him as she squirms on the floor next to him, occasionally crying when he tramples over her in excitement for his treats. He is never punished for anything he does to her, only rewarded for behavior that they do wish to see, such as when he licks her or attempts to play rough the way he had with his littermates.
Occasionally pictures are taken of whatever scratches and bruises blossom on her body.
When she misbehaves or attempts to pull away from something, she's pinched and flicked and told, "No, bad sock," in a stern tone. Usually she cries over it, but he's good about lapping up her tears until they dry up.
The peanut butter isn't necessary most of the time to get him to lick her, but before baths they'll often slather her in it between her legs and all over her face, rewarding him when he spends however long is necessary licking it all up, slurping at her small, baby holes along the way.
He grows at a much faster rate than her, both of them developing normally for their breeds - even the girl being raised to be a dog's knot sock.
Before she's fully crawling, he's already big enough and pushy enough to start dragging her around intentionally, sinking his teeth into her harness or the back of her collar to take her wherever he wants them to be.
It always makes her giggly, clapping her hands and babbling excitedly as she's dragged somewhere - eventually maintaining her enthusiasm even when his bounding makes her head bounce across the ground. Babies heads are soft and malleable, her learning to adjust to the rough treatment and even express delight over it, long red hair growing thick enough to hide how mottled and misshapen her skull is from the abuse.
As they both grow older, he spends more and more time grooming her body, lapping at her face and mouth until she's shiny, glass eyed, and slack jawed from it, the dog licking her until she's absolutely breathless from it.
It takes longer for her to be potty trained than it does him, but the training is diligent and consistent, graduating within a few months to smacking her sharply with a small switch anytime she fails to do something right, rewarded with Titan being encouraged to slobber all over her face when she's done something right.
With a liquid diet followed by the same wet food her owner gets, she's easy to maintain, only to happy to eat face down in her bowl the way Titan does, no comprehension of any other way, drinking from the same water bowl as him.
He's never told no when it comes to her and always encouraged to keep going, there isn't a part of her he won't lick for hours - indifferent to whether it makes her cry or not because he just licks up her tears whenever he's done between her tiny hairless legs.
As he grows, his urges begin up take over, his red length extending from its sheath often to be rubbed up against her. She licks at it, finding the taste of it comforting, her tiny, grubby fists unable to wrap fully around it. He has to be helped the first few times, fingers lubricating her, a hand guiding him, but by the time she's 12 months old she's taking his young adult dog cock in her tight, infant asshole like a professional whore.
The man beams with pride over the fact that she'll never know a day of her life where she wasn't being used for this purpose, never having a single memory of a time before her stomach was being used as a sheath for a dog's fat knot.
It seems kinder that way. It would be more cruel to let her have had a life and memories outside of her purpose, even if the market is largely untapped for her kind of video thanks to people being too squeamish to start so soon on their own dog knot socks.
She sqalls in horrified confusion and cries her way through the first dozen or so knots, uncomprehending such a thing that's been done to her, but eventually they either stop hurting or she stops registering the pain enough to react to it, instead going breathless and red all over, eyes rolling around in her head as Titan grinds his thick knot all the way into her and then turns around. Sometimes he lays like that, curling up with her still locked around him, sometimes he'll drag her through the houses bumping and crying softly as her blimped out body is dragged by her red, swollen anus. Her mouth hangs open and she drools mindlessly around it, quietly whimpering in pain, but otherwise submitting like the perfect little bitch she is.
It's an absolute sight to behold every time he takes her, her little body so small and warped around him, her eyes rolling around in her head as her stomach is consumed by the distinct shape of a dog's cock - disappearing behind her ribcage and pressing out at her collarbone.
Not all of his knots last long, some of them only a few minutes, but the longer ones fill her so full that she looks round and stubby, every crevice of her small body soaked in hot dog cum. When he disengages from her, he'll often trample over her, indifferent to his bitch's comfort as she twitches weakly on the ground, a puddle of his hot seed oozing out of her gaped, utterly ruined asshole.
Slowly trained until she can take him all the way into her pussy by the time she has her second birthday, there are pictures taken of the occasion to celebrate, and she's given her first piercings to commemorate - adult sized rings forced through her nipples as she screams so much she makes herself pass out.
Womb reshaped and swollen with cum, her tiny body almost looks like it could be pregnant with his litter and he treats her like it is, grooming and slurping at her skin while she shudders and mewls, kept plugged with an adult sized toy as soon as his knot goes down enough to slip out.
After that, she graduates from the crib to a shared dog bed on the floor, sleeping curled up against his body, desperately seeking comfort from the only living thing that gives it to her - the same living thing that so easily tramples all over her and fucks her into a pulp whenever he has the urge.
With just enough human interaction to learn to speak in broken, incoherent sentences, but so conditioned by her upbringing she has no concept of it being unusual to spend hours with one of her little holes plugged by a massive knot so her body can be pumped full of hot, watery dog cum, the girl only ever speaks when spoken to - which is almost never - or directly to Titan, never causing a fuss. More often than not, she "communicates" in low, dog like whines, yipping the way that her four legged master does.
It isn't long before she's wearing plugs all the time and learning to remove them for her doggy owner whenever he starts rutting against her body looking for entry. She takes quite well to being trained to empty herself in the bathroom, no longer crying when she's put in the tub and hosed down with cold water.
It takes some time until she's been cultivated to take it without crying overly much as she's dragged around on his knot - sometimes conscious enough to cling to his body and ride his belly from below and sometimes weak and pliant as she's pulled wherever he's going - but she never complains, not having the vocabulary to understand or articulate that there's something the matter with the life she's been condemned to.
Titan spends hours licking her face, tongue down her throat, kissing her so deeply as she moans and writhes and takes it, often slurping at her gaped little cunny and asshole until she's whimpering out weak orgasms and chanting his name in incoherent pleasure that real people could only dream of experiencing.
He's fully grown by the time she's four, the two wearing matching collars and nothing else once she no longer needs diapers. At 37 inches long, her body is still small enough that when it's filled to the brim with Titan's fat, knobby 10 inch cock, it looks obscene - her entire stomach and chest distorted around it.
They have to be careful training her throat, conscious of the risk of her dying if he gets his knot past her teeth, but they're able to train him to only knot on command - allowing them to grant him access to her mouth as well as her other holes.
The videos sell for tens of thousands of dollars, the buyers in rapture at how small she is, how perfectly her little body has been warped around him. She cries so prettily when her face is being rutted into, drool and pre cum coating her entire front as she struggles to breathe in between thrusts.
There are a couple of times where someone almost has to intervene, her body going too red and lifeless in the middle, but a few slaps on the face and the occasional light zap from the police baton are always enough to bring her back - even if there's decidedly less sentience behind her eyes each time.
It's hardly as if sentience will serve her any purpose, a dog's bitch not needing things like coherent thought to milk his knot.
Outside of her purpose, she's a dumb, useless little thing, often staring open mouthed and empty eyed at whatever is in front of her even when she's not being used, not needing toys to keep her entertained.
With equipment bought online, he tattoos the words BITCH and KNOT SOCK onto her skin, making her repeat the words daily until she responds to them without hesitation.Titan adores his bitch even as she grows larger, though he remains bigger than her and strong enough that her frail body is easy for him to drag around.
On such a nutritionally limited diet, she's physically stunted, the decision made long ago that she has no need to develop like a normal little girl would. They intend to keep her as small as they can for as long as they can, doing whatever it takes up keep her looking young and innocent even as she spends hours having her tiny body ravaged by a horny dog for a paying audience online.
Once they have her trained to hold her breath, they sell her most coveted tape: an hour long piece where he ruts into her throat, knots her mouth, drags her through the house, and then disengages by kicking her off his still swollen knot.
Belly plump with dog cum, the girl's eyes are hazy and brainless, jaw dislocated and hanging open as seed spills out over her front and she heaves for air, more pouring out of her nostrils as she makes wet, garbled noises.
The video sells more than double the copies of any of her earlier work, people enthralled by the sight of a five year old girl with her mouth split all the way open around a dog's fat knot, eyes glassy and wet as she's dragged through the house with cum gushing out of her nose and foaming around her lips. It's a masterpiece.
Her voice is an amusement and a delight - a low, rasping sound that doesn't sound like it belongs to such a soft, delicate body, but with something so large regularly abusing her voice box, it's rubbed as raw as every other inch of her.
She never learns to walk, the back of her legs beaten with the switch any time she tried until she finally stopped, resigned to only ever crawling around on all fours or traveling on Titan's knot.
Keeping the cameras on 24/7 to capture anything and everything the dog and his bitch do together, most of the work is reviewing and editing the footage, deciding what's worth keeping and what isn't of the hours of her holes being used by the dog that owns them.
When she had first come home from the hospital, there had been a birth certificate, but without anyone registering her for a social security number and the one paper record of her existence put through the shredder, even the made up name for her is forgotten, the girl's entire future reduced to nothing but the obedient knot sock of a dog.
Legally, she existed once. There's no one who ever knows to come looking for her, to ask why she doesn't start school, or to care that she's a hollowed out husk fit only for a dog to spill its seed into.
With no experience in the world, never leaving the house except to go into the backyard, and being kept far away from the covered windows, as far as the girl is concerned, the house is the only world around her.
The people come and go, she's dragged around by the scruff of her neck and her split open holes, and that's the only thing she understands about the world. She is there to serve Titan, nothing else.
They don't ever speak any rules to her, conditioning her physically instead. If she gets too close to the front door, she is beaten without explanation until she avoids it on her own. If she tries to stand, she is beaten until she stops attempting it. If she tries to pull away from Titan, she's beaten until she's afraid to be more than a few inches away from him.
Even with a human body, she's not given the education to understand her identity beyond the one that's been drilled into her: people are people and she is a dog's bitch. Dog's bitches don't ask questions, don't try to stop things from happening to them, and they keep their holes as tight as they can for their owners.
She never questions it, never questions anything, either because that part of her brain was never given a chance to develop or because taking dog cum into her body several times a day since the very start of her life has permanently erased that as a possibility.
She's perfect, doing a wonderful job of pleasing her doggy owner and making her human owners untold riches, every video produced of her violent, inhuman degradation selling by the droves.
There is no life other than this one. There is no world other than the one where her holes take dog knots and her belly is bloated with thin, watery cum, her body covered in scratches from his claws and bite marks from his teeth when he shakes her like a ragdoll.
After the first dozen times her jaw is dislocated and put back into place, they stop bothering, teaching her instead to live like that. Her mouth moves funny and it's a struggle for her to eat and drink at first, but Titan loves it, showing delight at the way that her perpetually split open mouth gives him the more easy access to her throat than he gets from her plugged lower holes.
Shaped like a child, she barely looks human most of the time. Body mottled with bruises, mouth hanging open at an angle, often covered in spilled and spit up cum, eyes lacking any semblance of intelligence.
Her fans online adore her, singing her praises as the most perfect little girl in the world, in raptures at how exquisitely she's been shaped for her purpose. They pay to send her outfits to be knotted in, toys for her holes, or even the high cost to have the word of their choice tattooed onto her body while she screams in agony for the camera.
It's disgusting how ruined she is, something beyond obscene at a girl so young who had been destined to be so beautiful having a permanently dislocated jaw and two massive, ruined holes between her legs, and even just the pictures of her sell well.
In another life, she might have grown up, had passions, hopes and dreams, and a future - but in this one, she's a physically and mentally stunted fleshlight for a dog and she's going to be fully brain dead by the time she's twenty, if she survives that long.
Sometimes she's tied to the spreader bench for easier rutting, forcing Titan to stay there with her once he's knotted her, lapping at her back as his swollen cock shoots burst after burst of hot dog cum into her womb or her tummy as she moans weakly through it.
Spending more hours wrapped around a dog cock than not, she takes to crying anytime she isn't actively being fucked, finding comfort in it that isn't present for her in any other ways.
The only kindness in her life is her doggy owner, the only soft touch that of his tongue, and she sobs gratefully for it, increasingly willing to let him do anything to her without a whiff of complaint.
Spending her life full of cock and so fat with cum that she looks pregnant, the girl often spends hours stroking and caressing her blosted, protruding stomach, soothing herself with it when she's not being licked by her owner.
Nothing but a dumb knot sock, the girl quickly forgets the discomfort associated with hours of liquid in her belly, soon needing a recent deposit into her stomach just to feel alive and useful again - something Titan is only too happy to fulfill for her.