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No one is born a slut.
Sure, all girls have the equipment for it, but that guarantees nothing. It takes time and work. It takes hours upon hours of training and hundreds of rapes to build enough endurance. You know it. The girls you're training are learning about it. There's no such thing as born-in talent.
Still, some people have more predisposition to it. Some have less. Like the little whore you're helping right now.
She's new, came in with the last group about two weeks ago, which justifies her somewhat, but still, she's doing terrible. You can already see it, and you know that she will be struggling even more in the future, if she doesn't learn properly at the start.
Apollo is one of the smaller dogs you work with, and he's one of the gentlest, and still, she's sobbing underneath him like it's her first time. The dick is also quite small and clearly slicked up, and yet she's pushing away from it, rather than against it. She tries to crawl forward, and you need to steady the dog on top of her. He's still trying to thrust in, but the fuckhole doesn't even let in the entire shaft. Knotting is out of the question.
The girl is seven and her name is Sophie, or so the tag on her collar claims. You're in another room with her, away from the rest of the group, which has by now probably moved on to a swallowing lesson. Today has already been difficult. The coffeemaker in the staff room broke down in the morning, and then a girl started giving birth during anal training, which interrupted the class. But you try to be patient anyway. You've decided to work with children for a reason. Some people need more attention and a direct approach.
You grab her gently and push her back, because she's been moving. One hand keeping her in place, you try to spread her open, so the dog can fuck in fully. She keeps sobbing, almost hyperventilating.
"Come on, relax," you say, knowing already that it won't work. Maybe she just needs a break. You could send her to the doctor's office to check if maybe something's wrong with her hole and no one has noticed it yet. At this point, it's either stop or keep pushing without results.
She's still crying, tears smearing on her red face. You catch something like 'please' and 'hurts' between her moans, before she once again dissolves into unintelligible sobbing. You sigh.
"Okay, stop. Let's get you a break," you say, and back off Apollo. He whines and humps the air where the cunt was a second ago until you shoosh him to the side. He will get another fuckhole to rape in a second, now you have to deal with this. "Say the form, and you can rest for a while. I'll get you some water."
She tumbles to the ground when you stop supporting her, shaking and still mumbling. It makes for a pitiful sight. You ruffle her hair and she sniffs. "Come on, say it."
She looks up at you, eyes teary and red. "Thank you for–"
"Not me. I wasn't the one fucking you, was I? Go on."
She stares at you confused for a moment, then seems to realize her mistake and turns towards Apollo, who's still standing on the side, hard and ready to go. "Thank you for– for raping me. I–" she sniffs loudly. "I hope it was pleasurable for you. Please feel free to use me again, whenever and however many times you want to." Then she bows, or more like nods her head at him. The dog doesn't react, but you pat her back gently and help her sit up. It's a little mumbled, but she knows the words already. She will do fine, but there's a lot you need to work on. But for now, it's better to let her calm down. You hand her a towel so she can wipe herself.
"We will work on it more later," you say, and she flinches. "But for now you can rest for a while. I'll get you something to drink," you finish, and she nods. On your way out, you lead Apollo to the main room and hand him over to another supervisor. When you get back to her with a bottle of water a few minutes later, she's already stopped crying and has composed herself.