Bitch in Heat (Patreon)

Chapter I

Cruella De Vil. Cunning, sharp and fierce. Recognised as a high-fashion designer, owner of the ‘House of De Vil’ fashion label, known in high society as a devious heiress and truly a woman with a deep love for fur. Never was there such devotion to materials and fabrics as Cruella held; she lived for fur, she worshipped it, and who could say they blamed her? Isn’t she darling? 

Still, with great love often comes a great price, and though you would often find Cruella bragging that no price was too high, not for one so wealthy, that is, she eventually came across a pair who saw no use for it, who could not be bought for all the silver in the world.

Roger and Anita were dog parents of two beautiful, fully-bred Dalmatians called Pongo and Perdita. Of course, Cruella had no time for dogs; she amused their company only when visiting her friend Anita to discuss fashion and reasons why she should leave Roger and his wretched house.

Then one day, there were puppies.

Gorgeous little things, not yet with spots, but soon they would blossom, and it was with that knowledge, and Cruella's keen eye, that she began to sketch up some designs. Ones that involved the particular colours of black and white.

She was in love like never before, oh if only she could touch it, hold it, love the fur between her legs and feel it brush over her smooth skin. The spots were everything; she knew she must have them no matter what it took.

Roger Radcliffe, however, was no fool, no matter how often Cruella called him such. He despised the woman, and when she arrived in the cold winter night to offer a written cheque for the puppies, he knew she could never possibly find it within herself to love them, and so, with a hidden pleasure, he refused her.

She screamed, shouted, and demanded he accept her offer, but Roger stood firm, even with Anita cowering beside him. “Not one.” He repeated. “Not one single puppy.”

“Fine. Starve them, drown the little beasts, see if I care.” Cruella ripped the cheque to pieces and shoved a finger in Anita's face, “and we’re done, Anita, through.”

Cruella stormed out that very night and, for a while, was neither heard nor seen off… but just because you cannot see something does not mean it isn’t there… waiting.

How far are you willing to go to get the things you desire? Would you enter debt? Betray a close friend? Pray to a God you don't particularly worship?

Cruella chose to hire the professional criminal minds known as Jasper and Horace. Self-advertised.

The plan was simple: to infiltrate the Radcliffes' home when the pair went on their routine evening walk and steal the puppies. If the nanny is in, kill her. What would Cruella care for an old hag? The puppies would be the first fifteen of ninety-nine, that was until they would return for Pongo and Perdita, if needed for the final coat, that is.

It would be perfect.

Cruella was ecstatic with excitement when the night arrived. She retired to her old forgotten home in the country to prepare for their arrival, the one no one knew of, Hell Hall, a dank old estate even the bank would not repossess should it have no choice.

However, things did not at all go as she had planned.

As she entered the lounge, Cruella noticed an already lit fire. Distracted by this, she did not hear her paid hands sneaking up behind her with a sack.

There was screaming, shouting, thrashing, and even a punch was aimed well enough, though she could not see whose nose was the victim. Not until the sack was pulled from her head and she found herself undressed, sitting upon red silk with a peeled-down fur coat over her shoulders. Her hands were bound with what felt like leather straps, and around her neck, she felt the matching leather of a dog's collar, with a cold label engraved with an elegant ‘C’.

“What is the meaning of this!?” She hissed and looked upon her two attackers.

“Evenin', darlin’.” Jasper smiled. “Apologies for the roughness.”

Horace held a bloody nose in his hand.

"You'll pay for this, do you hear me? I'll call the police--"

"Is that right?" Horace managed to chuckle.

"You see a telephone anywhere 'round 'ere, love?" Jasper gestured.

Her eyes could not deceive her sudden awareness. She could not believe what they had done to her, and the reality of her predicament was beginning to set in as she realised no one knew where she was, and already at the beginning of Winter, the countryside her estate hung within like a shadow was nothing but a ghost town.

You see, dearests, Jasper and Horace were not as smart as Cruella would have hoped after hiring them for the job, but they were also not as stupid as she believed either.

A key quality she was mistaken to not address was that it took a certain type of person to kill a human and an entirely other kind to kill an animal. The men, ironically, loved dogs. Adored them, even.

Jasper often found himself walking around the park just to stroke them, and Horace had been caught by the police on multiple occasions for breaking into kennels and helping lost mutts escape.

The puppies would not be stolen, the coat would not be made, and Cruella, well...

Jasper lodged a bone shaped bitgag between her teeth and buckled it tight behind her head, within seconds she had begun to drool past the corners of her lips and down to her bulging breasts, Horace had begun to massage them from behind her, pulling her back as Jasper began to unbuckle his belt explaining how they did not appreciate how horrid she had treated them, paid or not, and they believed a new contract was in order.

Despite her frantic kicking, Jasper got himself between her legs, pushing her thighs back so her head was between her knees to allow himself a clearer aim for her smooth pink pussy before sinking himself inside of her.

Cruella groaned, surprised at the size he had; she could feel how stiff he was within her. From behind, Horace continued to fondle her, allowing her to use him as a giant cushion as she was thrust into him. He finally made his way to her nipples and squeezed them between his fingers.

"Mnnhp--Nm!-nmm...." She moaned, beginning to sweat from the heat of her fur, the fire and body mass. All too soon, Jasper was able to move in and out of her with a satisfying ease as she felt herself grow more and more slick.

"That's right, love. Just like that." Jasper gasped through thrusts. He always knew she would feel amazing, just by her body alone; he'd find himself often rock hard, but to feel her skin turn tight with her forced position and the way her pussy clenched around him was an entirely new sensation.

Just as Cruella was getting used to her position, she heard the unsettling zip of Horace's trousers and felt his hands grasp her waist. With his natural brute strength, he lifted her slightly, and suddenly she knew what he was trying to do. Cruella began to fight again, thrusting herself away, but Jasper pushed down again onto her thighs, her knees now reaching past her head as her ass cheeks spread open, inviting Horace into her back entrance.

"Soppp! Nh! MMM!!"

"She's a real fighter," Horace laughed, finally setting himself inside of her as she gasped and dropped her head in shame and defeat.

"Nah, she's a little pussy cat." Jasper tilted her chin to face him; he gazed into her weak eyes. "Ain't ya', love?"

The two of them fucked her for what felt like hours, each time she moaned, her fight growing weak as soon her body began to invite them in deeper, together, the three of them melted into breathless moans and grunts until finally both Jasper and Horace moved at the same pace inside of her, she could feel each of their cocks within her, rubbing against one another between her inner walls until finally she could no longer hold it within herself and she was brought to orgasm. "MMMNNNNNN!" Warm mascara ran down her cheeks as her eyes rolled back, she clenched onto them both, and Jasper chuckled as he felt her insides pulse onto him. She gasped, humiliated and exhausted.

Cruella made a weak attempt to wriggle from them.

"Oh no, you don't." Jasper smiled, clipping a leash onto her collar. "I'm not done with you just yet." Jasper didn't stop; his thrusting only intensified after she had climaxed, causing her further discomfort as she felt her own cum begin to run down his cock.

"That Roger bloke was right," Horace suddenly said, "this plan was way better than getting some quid for stolen puppies."

"Shut up, Horace." Jasper laughed, feeling himself grow closer, "you're--uhn, letting the little bitch--mmm, know who's to blame-- ah--for her new life."

Cruella's eyes widened, Roger! How could he?! If she were to ever escape, she'd be sure to make him suffer, the bastard-- her thoughts were cut short as together Jasper and Horace climaxed deep inside of her, she screamed, mortified, feeling their quivering erections linger before finally removing themselves from her.

The men gasped, pulling themselves from her. Without their support, Cruella was left to lie on her fur coat, drenched in sweat and filled with cum from both exposed holes.

"Oh, here." Jasper grabbed her by the back of her neck like a dog and forced her to kneel-walk to a corner of the room where he attached her collar to a wall chain they'd previously installed for her. She knelt, naked and dripping, tugging at her collar before he returned with a new addition to her uniform.

It was a strange contraption, shaped as a normal set of underwear, specifically a thong, only it had additions. Jasper revealed them to her.

"Nice, ain't it? Got it, especially for you to keep you on your best behaviour."

Within the inside of the crotch area were two large-shaped dildos; the butt plug of the two extended into a tail on the outside, which was rubbery and flexible enough to wag.

Jasper wrestled her down as he shimmied the clothing up past her legs and pressed one piece at a time inside of her; she howled at their size, pulsing over them.

"There, nice and tight, that should keep all that lovely cum inside you."

As she shuffled to adjust the tail did in fact wag behind her. She huffed, knelt on the floor like a growling mess, her eyes weak, crafting a cute look over her face.

"Aww, look at that, ain't you cute?" he ruffled the top of her hair, causing her to blush. Squatting down beside her, he began to knead her toughened nipple. She glared at him as he did so, growling.

"Now, we're going to get this place nice and ready; it would seem a shame to leave it to rot, don't you think? So, I need you to be a good girl and sit here with your little chew toys until we fancy a lovely little break, alright?"

Cruella glared at him, but all she could do was watch him leave her chained to the wall on her knees until a few meters away he lifted his hand to reveal something small and black within it, she was of course confused until he pressed it and she felt the merciless vibrations within her begin to start and in turn, she screamed, moaned, thrust and begged like a bitch in heat, her please falling upon deaf ears as she began to feel waves of pleasure within minutes.

There would be no telling if Cruella would ever truly be found. 

It was not uncommon for her to go on long hiatuses to create a stir in the fashion world. She rarely socialised with anyone in her social class and, therefore, was recognised as antisocial; above all, she was incredibly disliked, and it would be unlikely anyone would report her missing even after years of absence.

Jasper knew a thing or two about forging signatures, Horace had always wanted a project to renovate, and Hell Hall made the perfect prison as Cruella made the perfect new mutt, a sweet little bitch who eventually learned to stop barking. As for Roger, perhaps he would find himself visiting the old estate for a little payback for all the times that bitch pissed him off.