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"The kinda trouble you wish you'd never met
A terrible secret you would love to forget
The feeling like you're coming down from tripping too long
The choice to make when it all goes wrong
Look into my eyes, you'll see dead end streets"
— Revolting Cocks, "Dead End Streets"
It was past midnight and Germany had just left the bar. His head was spinning, but he was comforted by the sound of his heavy boots stepping away from the building that left him shit faced. His breathing was even as he walked before he suddenly stopped in his tracks once he heard a whimpering sound emanating from the alleyway. A sigh left the adult as he decided it wouldn't hurt to investigate.
Once he was finally deep within the stretched space, he saw a child—with dog ears sprouting from your head and a fluffy tail wagging behind you. His eyes widened in fascination before he regained his composure and coughed. "Ahem, what is a little girl like you doing here?" You were surprised to see another face, but what terrified you the most were the insignia on his collar and the red swastika arm band on his forearm. The man was an SS officer.
Germany seemed to notice your distress and quickly went to soothe you. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Were you left like this?" He questioned with a gentle voice.
"I got... separated from my litter." You said and as unfortunate as that was, Germany was more than thrilled to take in a new dog. His brow furrowed in concern before he realized it made sense that you were scared, because you must've seen the carnage his fellow officers had caused. Fortunately for you, he didn't believe in their hateful ideology, as he was simply forced to be a part of their hateful regime.
He knelt down slowly, holding out a hand to you in a non threatening gesture. "Shhh, it's okay. I know, it's hard to lose your family, but it'll be alright." His cock throbbed despite his words, overjoyed from your presence for all the wrong reasons. You whined as he ran his fingers through your hair and he scratched behind your ears, causing you to giggle as you leaned into the contact.
Germany patted your head once more before he pulled away slightly and decided to take in the sight of your figure. You were a too small puppy girl, good thing he had a weakness for dogs. You were the most perfect thing created by God. Germany couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness as he gazed down at you, his fingers lingering in your scalp.
You were the embodiment of purity, a stark contrast to the cruelty and destruction he witnessed every day. He knew, in that moment, he wanted you. No, he needed you. He scooped you up gently and cradled your small form against his chest while he stood tall. He decided then he would take care of you, care for you, and make you his own. "You're coming with me now, little one. I'll take good care of you."
Germany followed on his promise and led you to the front door of his house. Within moments, you were surrounded by the warmth of your walls unlike the cold air you had previously. He threw you on the couch once he locked the door, and he figured that his brother, Prussia, was asleep, which meant you two were the only ones awake. You swayed your feet together as you sat on the comfortable cushion, hearing how he cleared his throat.
The adult stood over you, his imposing frame looming like a disease. He could hear how his heart pounded within the chambers of his chest and he saw how the dim lighting of the living room casted shadows upon your face, but he noticed the fear gleaming in your eyes from the moonlight flickering in through the window. Germany reached down and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from your face like, his calloused fingers grazing your soft cheek. He knew he should be gentle, but the primal hunger within him was growing like a tumor and he fought the urge to take what he wanted.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he lowly spoke. "You're mine now, little pup. All mine." His hand slid down to your shoulder and he squeezed gently as he pulled you closer to his chest. "I'm going to take good care of you, but you need to be a good girl for me. Can you do that?" He paused, waiting for your response with bated breath.
"Yes... I'll be a good girl for you."
"I'll be right back, don't move." Germany said as he stepped into his room and then emerged moments later with a collar and leash. He knelt before you and his hands trembled slightly as he fastened the collar around your neck. It was a beautiful leather collar, dark brown and sturdy, with a small silver tag that read PROPERTY OF GERMANY. He admired how it looked on you, finding you to be the most precious girl in the whole wide world.
Next, he attached the leash and heard how the chain clinked softly as he tested its length. He gave it a gentle tug, not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention. "Come, little one. Let's get you settled in your new bed." You went to get up, but Germany smacked you across your face and watched how you fell to the floor.
"Ack!" You whined and gave him wide, wet eyes.
"You're only permitted to walk on all fours." Germany told you firmly. "I apologize for hitting you, but you must learn your place around here."
"Okay... Master?" Your tail swished behind you.
Germany's eyes darkened with arousal as he saw how you scrambled to all fours and he gave the leash another sharp tug, pulling you closer to him. "Good girl." He praised, his voice a low rumble in his chest as he stroked your hair gently and led you towards his bedroom. Once inside, he gestured to a plush dog bed in the corner. "That's where you'll be sleeping from now on. When you're not in mine, of course." He sat on the edge of the large bed meant for him and patted his lap.
"Come here, puppy. I want you to get used to being close to me." His hand slid down to your leash and gave it another pull, fascinated by the squeal that escaped you each time. "I know this is all new and scary to you, but I promise that if you're a good girl, I'll take very good care of you." It seemed like a threat more than anything.
You wanted to skip over, but you carefully crawled and climbed onto his bed before you snuggled up to him. Germany smiled down at your features and saw how apprehensive you were. "Master... It smells like dogs." You whined. Germany ran his fingers through your hair once more as he spoke.
"You'll meet Aster, Blackie, and Blitz tomorrow, alongside my idiotic older brother." Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he saw you nothing more than an actual mutt, which caused your tummy to flip. Germany's eyes were filled with a combination of tenderness and hunger as his fingers traced the delicate curve of your cheek, your soft skin yielding beneath the rough contact. "Yes, puppy, you'll be sleeping among your own kind now." His hand slid down to grip your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.
He brushed his thumb across your lower lip, his touch lingering just a moment too long. "Don't worry, little one. You're special, really special. My own personal puppy." His voice dropped to a murmur, almost a growl with each word he added. "Aren't you just the most adorable thing?" He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you tighter against him, your small body molding to his firm chest. He could feel your heart beating rapidly beneath your delicate ribs, your breathing growing shallow. "How old are you?"
"12..." You answered as you buried your expression into his chest. You were such a little thing, perhaps he'd feel guilty if you weren't a doggirl, but this was simply what you deserved. His hand snaked down the small of your back and his fingers splayed across the thin fabric of your shirt.
"What a perfect age for you to begin your training. We have so much work to do together, little pup." He gazed into your eyes, his own dark and intense. "I promise you, puppy, I will take the very best care of you."
"Yes, master..." The blonde adult smiled down at you, your submission pleasing him greatly. He gave your bottom a gentle squeeze, a silent promise of what he was going to do to you in a few moments.
"That's my good girl." Germany lowered his lips to your forehead and heard the soft hum of satisfaction that escaped your throat. You didn't know how you drove him crazy. Suddenly, he stood up and pulled you with him as he held your hand tightly. "Come on, puppy." He pushed you down on the dog bed that smelled so strongly of canine musk. You crawled up on the bed and fluttered your lashes at the adult who essentially kidnapped you.
Your mother must've been worried sick about you, but you were meant to get used to your new life as Germany's personal puppy. "Why don't you strip? Puppies don't wear clothes, after all." You hesitantly stripped out of the articles and exposed your flat tits and hairless pussy to the hungry gaze that threatened to consume you whole. He reached out and ran a hand down your side, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps. "That's it, puppy. You're learning quickly."
The adult circled behind you like a vulture and admired the view of your back and the way your cute tail swayed as he grasped your hairs and pulled your ass hard against his crotch. His erection strained against the fabric of his pants as his lips brushed over your ear. "You look so pretty like this, all bare and ready for me." His hands slid up to your torso and squeezed the plains of your chest. "Such a good little puppy, so eager to please your master. Why don't you bark for me?"
"Bark, bark!" You listened.
"That's my good puppy," he purred and smacked your ass. "Bark for me more. Let me hear how much you want to be a good doggy." The sensation of the crisp lines of his uniform caused your stomach to clench, and you briefly considered that this man is participating in a genocide. It wouldn't matter to you soon. He used his grip on your hips to flip you onto your back and he wrapped one hand around your throat—not squeezing, but with the clear threat of doing so.
"You're going to make such a perfect little fucktoy, puppy. I can't wait to break you in and ruin you for anyone else." Germany licked his lips. "Tell me, puppy, are you ready to be your master's personal cocksleeve? Are you ready to spend the rest of your days being used for my pleasure?"
"Y—yes, mister, I'll do anything to be your cocksleeve." The words sounded foreign on your tongue, but they managed to escape your throat no matter how unusual your stomach felt. Germany's eyes flashed with triumph as a cruel smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he noticed how you were trembling.
"What a good little slut, you're so eager to be used like the fucktoy you are." His other hand slid down your body and his fingers brushed teasingly over your hairless mound before he dipped them between your legs. He could feel how the slick heat of your arousal coated his fingers and he laughed at how pathetic you were. "Already so wet for me, aren't you? Such a needy little bitch." He pushed a finger inside you and felt how your tight walls clenched around the intrusion. "This hungry cunt belongs to me now, and I'm going to fuck it whenever and however I want." He added a second finger and stretched you out on his thick digits. "Understand, puppy?"
"Yes, master—I understand So eager, only for you." Tears sprang to your eyes as you bucked your hips into the air, your heated walls holding his digits hostage as he fucked you with them. "I'm a good little bitch for you, I promise."
"Good girl, puppy. You're learning your place already!" Germany chirped as he nipped at your earlobe and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. "This is where you belong—spread out and open for your master's pleasure." He withdrew his fingers abruptly and left your dripping cunt empty and aching for more. He brought his hand to your mouth and smeared your arousal across your lips. "Lick it up, whore. Taste what a needy little slut you are for your master."
You obediently dragged your tongue out and enveloped your lips around his fingers, sucking on them like how you sucked on your mother's breasts years prior. Germany watched with bated breath as he realized how utterly amazing you were, and he smiled as you fulfilled your purpose until he pulled his digits from your mouth. "Master, my cookie feels so funny..."
"That cookie of yours belongs to me now, puppy. I'm going to play with it whenever I want, fill it up with my seed until your belly is round and heavy with my pups." He leaned in closer, his voice a rumble in your ears. "Don't worry, my sweet little girl. I'll train you to be the perfect little breeding bitch for me."
"You wanna have puppies with me? I'm still so little." You whispered, overwhelmed by the new life you had given yourself because you had answered his question in the alleyway. Germany kept your legs spread wide with his knee, his eyes settled on your swollen and wet folds. He brushed a finger along your slit and felt the scorching hot heat that radiated from your core.
"Shhh, don't you worry about that now. I'll fatten you up and breed this tight little cunt it's stretched and sloppy with my seed." He pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit and rubbed the sensitive nub in slow, deliberate circles as you squirmed and rocked your hips beneath him. "You're going to make such a good mother for my pups, I can't wait to watch your belly swell with my puppies, to see your tits grow heavy with milk." Your brain reeled from what he was filling your ears with.
Recognizing you were distracted, the SS officer pushed you down with all his weight and kept you pinned flat beneath him. "Master, what are you—" He silenced you with his mouth, his tongue twisting your tiny one. One of his hands gripped your jaw and the other one snaked around your hip possessively as he ground his clothed erection over your exposed pussy. He broke the kiss abruptly and left you panting.
"You don't need to worry about anything except being a good girl and pleasing me." You wanted to squirm free, but it proved futile from the fact that his whole body was much larger than yours. Germany whispered in your ear, "keep quiet. My brother is asleep in the other room. If he wakes up, he'll fuck your cookie way harder than I ever could." Your lips parted in surprise, and he kissed you once more.
Germany wasn't stupid, he could sense your desperate need to flee, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from him. "I mean it, little girl. If you escape, I'll scream so loudly and alert him. You didn't want that, so be a good girl and stay quiet, for your own good. He'll fuck your cookie until you're bleeding."
"He'll make my cookie bleed?" You squeaked, your voice quiet due to how terrified you were of his brother's wrath.
"Yes, yes, puppy. He'll hurt you, but I won't. So, stay obedient for your master, right?" You nodded in response to his words, eager to prove yourself. "Now, I need you to go to my closet and reach for a box in the far back. Think you can do that for me?"
"Yes, master." You crawled over to the closet door and nudged it open before you disappeared inside and rummaged around until you found what he was talking about. You retrieved it to your master, and watched as he opened it to reveal sex toys—something you never knew existed until now. He looked at you as he gestured for you to come closer.
"Come on, puppy. Let's see how well we can please your hungry holes with these new toys." Germany spoke and picked out a large, realistic looking dildo and waved in front of your face. "What do you think, slut? Think you can take this big cock lile a good little fuck doll?" He brought it closer to your mouth, rubbing the tip against your lips. "Go on, puppy. Show your master how badly you want to please him." You parted your lips and gagged around it, bobbing your head reluctantly as you wrapped your tongue around the shaft.
The adult fucked your face with the silicone, your jaw stretched obscenely around the girth while you struggled to suck on it due to your inexperience. He gripped your hair and held you in place as he thrusted it further down your throat. "That's it, slut. Take it all like a good little slut." His hand delved between your legs and teased your sensitive and soaked folds. "Fuck, you're so wet already. Such a dirty girl, getting this turned on from sucking on a plastic toy... I bet you can't wait to have a real cock stretching out this hungry cock, can you?"
"Ack—ah!" You muffled around the silicone and coated it with your drool, your eyes pinned on him as your senses were taken advantage by a grown man. Germany's cock throbbed hard, wishing he could be stuffed inside your itty, bitty cunt. Your throat constricted around the shaft and you instinctively resisted the intrusion, but you melted around it nonetheless. His hand went back to the box and he reached for a much larger Hitachi wand.
"Look at you, puppy. Choking on a thick cock," he taunted, his gaze intense. "I knew you'd be such a perfect fucktoy the moment I saw you."
"T—Thank you, master! Thank you for seeing my potential!" You sobbed once he pulled the dildo from your mouth and he stood to his full height, hooking the Hitachi wand to his boot before he held it out to you.
"Straddle it, puppy." You inched forward until your pussy was pressed against his boot. Your folds teased the toy and your eyes rolled back from the throbbing sensation it provided. Germany smiled as he saw how you shuddered and your hips twitched in pure desperation. "Fuck, look at you, puppy. Grinding back and forth on my boot like a bitch in heat." His voice was rough with arousal with each word he spoke. "You're loving this, aren't you? Having your hungry little cookie played with?"
"Yes, yessss, it feels so good!" Your body was engulfed in heat as you rode his shoe, smearing the leather with your dripping juices. Germany's lips pulled into a grin, and he knew he had picked such an obedient dog for him. His hands slid down to grope your ass.
"Fuck, puppy. I can't wait to see you tied up, helplessly at the mercy of my dogs as they take turns mounting you." Your tongue lolled out as he unzipped his pants and yanked his massive, precum soaked cock free. He reveled in how wide your eyes got from the sight, and you rolled your tiny, pink tongue along the underside of his angrily throbbing shaft.
"Yes, master, I'm just a doggy slut who craves her master's cock." You gagged hard on his shaft and eagerly slurped like the desperate bitch you were. Your fingers dug into his thighs as you ground yourself over the Hitachi wand, your legs quivering as you rode his boot. "I want you so bad, master."
Germany gripped your hair within his fist, holding your head in place as he pounded into your mouth, his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each pump of his hips. "Fuck, I'm going to ruin this tight little throat." He snarled, his voice strained with his arousal. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, you dirty fucking whore? To have your master's big cock wrecking your holes, pumping you full of his cum? I can't wait to absolutely annihilate your cookie."
Your head reeled from the image of your master fucking your cunt as if you were just a blow up doll that you saw in the dumpsters. Your weight quivered beneath him as your pussy gushed all over the vibrator, your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out like the massive stupid mutt you were. "Yesss, master! Master!" Your lips enveloped his cockhead once more, lapping up at the precum that spilled from it. The blonde adult rocked himself forward and fucked your throat, his eyes settled on how you retched all over his shaft.
"That's it, puppy. Take your master's cock like a good little slut." Germany growled as he pistoned himself faster and fucked your face with brutal intensity. "Going to fill this dirty puppy mouth with my cum, paint your insides white." Your ears twitched and your fluffy tail swished repeatedly behind your ass, your tongue teasing his shaft until you gagged and threw up all over his cock. His fingers yanked your hair and pushed your head down as far as you could go, all while he dumped the contents of his balls in your throat.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of him spilling hot, sticky ropes of his seed past your lips, he pulled your head off his softening cock with a wet pop. Strands of saliva, cum, and the remnants of your stomach broke away. "Such a good puppy, swallowing your master's load like that." He praised and patted your head. "You're going to make an excellent little cumdump for your master, aren't you?"
You couldn't help yourself and you fell off his boot, which encouraged the grown man to press the front of his shoe to your crotch. You yelped as the vibrator buzzed mercilessly, overstimulating your senses until five orgasms were ripped from your throat. Puke stuck to your lips and you felt his on yours once he pulled you up from the floor. "T—Thank you, master, that felt soooo good."
Your small body was limp and pliant in his muscled arms, your weight trembling from the intensity of what you had just been through. "You did so well, puppy. You took your master's cock like a good little puppy slut. I'm very proud of you." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "We'll go to bed now. After all, you have a big day tomorrow."
"Night, night, master." You whispered as you curled up on the doggy bed and squeezed your eyes shut. He could see how your legs clenched together, leaving no doubt that your cunt was still aching from what he did to you. His hand rested on the back of your head and his fingers splayed through your hair. "Sweet dreams, puppy girl." He murmured.
You dozed off soon enough, which left Germany alone with his thoughts. As he rested in his bed, he never tore his gaze from you. The moonlight casted a soft glow over youthful features, and he felt a twinge of guilt for the fact he had taken advantage of a 12 year old little girl abandoned by the world. He felt a surge of excitement at the fact he would be the one to ruin you, to stretch out your squishy insides and mold you into the perfect fucktoy for him and his dogs.
His mind drifted to the next day, and he felt a sense of anticipation building in his chest as he knew he would be introducing you to a whole world of depravity—you were too precious for it, but all doggirls deserved to serve their owner's cock. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he knew he was panicking when he woke up. You were absent from your doggy bed, and he wondered if that had just been a dream. After all, he was pretty thrashed from all the beer he consumed the night prior.
His head was pounding as he walked into the living room, and saw his albino brother harassing your nubile figure. "Come on, eat up, little girl! I know you're hungry. My dumb little brother definitely forgot to feed you, didn't he?" His laughter was cruel and sharp in his ears with each word he spoke, which ignited a surge of possessiveness from the blonde.
"Leave her alone, you brute. She's just a child," he said as if he wasn't training you to be stretched open by his thick cock. "And you weren't supposed to leave the room, puppy." He said, his voice gentle when he spoke to you. You didn't deserve his wrath, as you were just learning about the world around you.
"Oh, hey, bruder!" Prussia chirped as you swallowed down the pathetic excuse of breakfast. "Don't you worry, she loves me! Think I can play with her too?" He questioned as he scratched your ears and heard how you whimpered, a warm feeling spread throughout his chest. This was the perfect life.