Dahna Rules

Chapter 4

Meanwhile, elsewhere down, deep in the Palace, Henry had been led by Princess Tahlia to a large vaulted dungeon filled with instruments of torture and with several cells around the side, cages hanging from the ceiling and aligned along the walls.  As he entered on his knees, struggling to keep pace with the Princess, he noticed bodies stirring in the cages and faces appearing in the cell door windows, alerted by the click of Tahlia’s stiletto heels ringing out on the flagstone floor.  Each face, thought Henry, looking somewhat relieved that they were not the reason for Tahlia’s presence in the dungeon and a growing sense of foreboding crept over him.

Tahlia led him into the centre of the dungeon and then stopped, turned and bent down to his level and looked him straight in the eye.  “Now, puppy dog” she murmered to him in the tone of voice one would use for a new pet, “this is your new home for a while, at least until you have been properly house trained.  We have a nice cage over here in the corner for you and I am going to take full personal charge of your training.  Aren’t you a lucky little doggy?”

Henry could only stare in disbelief.  This could not be happening to him, he, Prince Henry of Birim, soldier and warrior being treated like a pet dog by nothing more than a girl.  He hated her and was determined that he would never give into her and play her silly games “I am not and will never be your puppy dog” he hissed in reply.

Princess Tahlia extended her hand and tousled his hair.  Patting him on the head, she replied. “There, there my pet, I expect you to be angry and defiant but you will soon get used to your new life and the harder you work on your training the easier it will be for you but,” slapping him hard across the face, twice, Tahlia continued “that sort of attitude will only cause you pain and grief.”

“Now, first we have to make you look more like a dog.  Guard!” she went on.  Two guards had accompanied them on their long journey down from Queen Aliyah’s rooms and one now stepped forward.  “Bring me a dog tail butt plug and a set of doggy shoes.”

Henry fought to recover his wits through the thousand and one stars that were dancing in front of his eyes as a result of the double blow he had just received.  ‘doggy shoes and tail’ he thought, ‘what on earth was this bitch talking about.’  He soon found out as one of the guards went over to a storage cupboard against the dungeon wall and came back with a cloth bag, tied up with cord, which he opened and spilt out the contents on the floor in front of Henry’s eyes.  There was butt plug with a dog’s tail extending from it, a pair of what looked like leather high-heeled ankle boots but without the heels and a pair of leather sleeves, ending in small pouches with what looked like an adjustable leg extending from them.

“Fit the feet first!” commanded Tahlia and Henry was pushed forward onto his face while the guards began fitting the ankle boots to each foot in turn.  He tried to struggle free and to his feet but his efforts were quickly crushed when Tahlia’s stilleto boot came down on the back of his neck and pressed his face further into the cold stone flagged floor.  Henry felt his feet being forced into the boots that held them as if he were on tip-toes. Once laced up, he found that he had very little range of movement in his feet and wondered how he would ever walk in them.

He need not have bothered because he was never going to walk in them, at least not as he understood the word.  His hands were next, slipping into the sleeves where he found a cushioned ball at the end, around which his fingers had no option but to slide in such a way that he held the ball in his hand with the curious adjustable extension passing between his two middle fingers.  Finally, with little ceremony and even less lubrication, the butt plug was forced into his unyielding ass so that not only did it hurt on entry, it continued to cause him some discomfort and his muscles quickly rejected it.  Out of nowhere, a cane lashed across his naked buttocks, not once but four times so that Henry writhed in pain as much as he was able, still under the weight of Princess Tahlia’s boot.  “Replace it” came Tahlia’s order and, as the guard replaced it “keep that in there puppy or there will be much more pain than those few strokes to deal with.”

Henry felt outraged as the butt plug was replaced and frustrated as he fought in vain to hold it in.  Try as he might, he was unable to prevent his rectal muscles from expelling the object and, after three more failed attempts and twelve strokes of the cane Tahlia relented “OK, strap it in for now, he will soon get used to it.”

One of the guards went back over to the store cupboard and returned with a leather strap with a hole through which the dogtail would pass but not the butt plug.  Then, with the plug fitted with the strap, it was again forced into Henry’s reluctant ass and the strap passed between his legs where his genitals were pushed through another hole with a curious ring around it and an attachment that looped around and fastened to his balls. Beyond this hole, the strap split and passed around his waist to fasten in the middle of his back where they met the other end of the strap that came up from the tail, between his buttocks.  Try now as they may, Henry’s rectal muscles flexed in vain to repel the invading plug and he almost wept in frustration, as he lay under the boot of this girl, powerless to do anything about his humiliating predicament. 

With anger rising inside him but still with his face pressed against the cold flagged floor, Henry determined that as soon as he could he would attack.  Right now, hands still bound behind his back, he was helpless but as soon as he had any slight opportunity to turn the tables he would, he just had to remain alert for the opportunity.

“Now little puppy dog” he heard Tahlia address him once more, “we are going to release your hands so that you can get back onto your four paws.  I don’t advise you to try anything stupid like attempting to get up and run or fight for not only will you be likely to fall and hurt yourself but you will also be hopelessly defeated in whatever you try and will only then have to suffer the painful consequences.”

‘This could be my chance’ thought Henry, totally ignoring his tormentress’ instructions and steeling himself to spring into attack as soon as his hands were free.  He felt the guards releasing his hands and arms and, although he was still under Tahlia’s boot, he sensed she was releasing the pressure on his neck.

“Now my pet, ease yourself up slowly” instructed Tahlia but Henry pulled his feet up first so that he was in a crouching position and then pushed up quickly with his hands and attempted to go for the throat of his female enemy.  Of course, he had forgotten that he had no hands, just balled fists in a gloved sleeve with an extension on the end.  He had also forgotten that his footwear gave him little range of movement in his feet and he found himself teetering forward on the tips of his toes.  Realising that he was falling forward onto Tahlia, he put his useless hands or fore paws out to try and break his fall by resting them on her shoulders but she simply stepped back a pace and watched as he crashed to the floor.

As Henry lay there winded and confused, trying to regain some composure, the cane came down once more on his buttocks, not once or twice this time but repeatedly and viciously as Princess Tahlia laid into him without mercy.  “You silly, silly little puppy” she scolded, “you were told to get up slowly and carefully and not to try anything silly but you chose not to listen.  When will you learn that only by obeying me will your torture and pain cease?”

And Henry was in pain, both physical and mental as he tried once more to get onto his feet.  Through the pain of the repeated blows to his bare flanks and buttocks and his mental anguish at being at the mercy of this mere girl, he slowly came to realise that he was no better than a dog in the sense that he could not stand on two feet in this footwear and he no longer had hands, he could only move forward on all fours, just as a dog.

“Come on puppy, get up and on your feet, we have some exercises for you to get you used to your new station in life!” scolded Tahlia while still landing effective stinging blows on Henry with her cane.

Henry struggled up onto all fours and found himself on a level with Tahlia’s hips, looking down at her feet.  “There’s a good dog” commented Tahlia, exchanging the leash on his collar for a longer chain that was attached to a ring set in the stone floor in the centre of the dungeon.  “Now puppy” she continued, “walk forward to the limit of the leash.”

Grateful that the beating had stopped, Henry tried to move forward.  His feet were held such that he could not set his heels on the ground and could only move forward on the balls of his feet.  He also found that the extensions on his gloved hands evened him up so that his shoulders were slightly higher than his hips.  Walking forward on them felt strange, not just because of his modified limbs but also because with every step he felt a bouncing movement in his new tail which seemed to make the butt plug rub against his prostate, giving him an unwanted erection.

He reached the limit of the chain and stopped with his back to Princess Tahlia.  “Turn to your left” she instructed him “and walk around in a circle, keeping the chain taught.”

Henry complied and began slowly walking around in a circle, consciously and carefully getting used to having to walk on all fours.  Tahlia stood in the centre of the dungeon watching him.  He occasionally glanced over to her and soon noticed that the cane had been swapped for a short whip.  Seeing that she had a whip now, steeled him even more to carry out her wishes as best he could for the time being at least.  He knew he was defeated for the moment and, with his buttocks and flanks still stinging and sore, his muscles also aching from his exertions over the previous two days and weak from lack of food, he resigned himself to his situation and determined to regain his strength and wait for a good opportunity to turn the tables on his tormentress.  If that meant playing the role of her puppy dog then so be it, he had lost so much of his dignity already, a little more was nothing if it allowed him ultimately to recover and turn the tables.

After several laps of the dungeon he found himself moving more easily and was becoming accustomed to moving on all fours.  “Faster now puppy!” commanded Tahlia, landing a stinging whiplash across his back and bringing a new level of urgency in Henry’s movements but causing him at the same time to stumble and fall forwards again on his face.  “Oh dear!  I can see you need to be shown how a dog runs my pet.  Let’s go back to walking for now.”

Henry regained his feet and walked as quickly as he could for another five laps of the dungeon.  “Stop!” commanded Tahlia and Henry stopped.  “Sit!” she continued and Henry sat, forcing himself to picture a dog sitting and doing his very best to copy but struggling to accommodate his tail and eventually squatting more than sitting.  “That’s a good puppy dog” complimented Tahlia, walking over to him and patting his head partonisingly and filling Henry with disgust.  Worse for Henry, Tahlia had noticed Henry’s enormous erection caused by the bouncing of his ‘tail’ as he walked and, flicking his cock and balls with her boot she commented “well, well my pet, I can see you enjoy being trained by your Mistress, now, stay as you are and watch for a while my pet.”

As much as Henry hated hearing those words and being treated so patronisingly, he was not going to argue.  His unnatural walking had tired him and his back ached now from this as much as it stung from his beatings.  He sat as still as he could as he watched Tahlia walk over to a cage and open the door.  “Come Tootsie!” she called and Henry watched as a female emerged from the cage on all fours and immediately bent to lick Tahlia’s boots.  “There’s a good girl Tootsie, show our new puppy dog how he must learn to behave and show respect for his new owner.”

Henry looked on in disgust at this slave girl dog, attired just as he was, lavishly worshipped Tahlia’s stilleto-heeled boots before performing to Tahlia’s every command.  “Now Tootsie, sit and stay!”  Tahlia ordered.  “Puppy, watch and learn, see how she sits?”  Henry noticed that Tootsie has accommodated her tail by sitting on one buttock so as to avoid the tail and moved to copy her.  “Lie down” Tahlia commanded and Henry saw her curl her knees and arms under her and lie just as a dog would.  Henry thought he would copy her and lay down as she had. “Good boy, puppy, now stay there and watch how she walks, trots and runs.  Tootsie, here girl” went on Tahlia.

Tootsie quickly moved across the dungeon in what Henry assumed was a trot and noticed that the forelegs and rear legs no longer worked with the same timing but that the rear legs propelled the body forwards and the forelegs acted more as support between repeated springs. 

Tahlia then tossed something into the far corner of the dungeon “run and fetch girl!” she commanded and Henry watched Tootsie run, throwing her fore paws forward while pushing off alternately with her hind legs.  Tootsie returned with a bone-shaped leather object that she dropped at Tahlia’s feet before looking up expectantly at her owner.  Tahlia knelt down and patted her bitch’s head with one hand, picking up the bone shaped object with the other, throwing it this time to another part of the dungeon.  Tootsie sped off giving Henry a different view of the way she moved this time and Henry tried to imprint the motion in his mind.

After playing ‘fetch’ for about a half hour and giving Henry several examples of how he should be moving, Tahlia took Tootsie’s head in her hands and kissed her gently on the forehead before patting her rump and returning her to her cage.  “Back to your cage now Tootsie, my pet” she ordered and Henry watched as the girl obediently trotted back to her cage where she entered and curled up looking outward as one of the guards closed the door.

“Now puppy, your turn” Tahlia ordered, “up on your feet and walk!”

Henry stiffly got back on his feet and began to walk again in a circle around the dungeon.  After a couple of circuits in which he was frantically trying to keep the picture of Tootsie trotting and running in his head, he heard the whip crack.  “Faster!” came the command and he once more tried to change his gait.  He got in three or four strides before losing the sequence and falling once more.  He felt the whip sting him back onto his feet and back into the unnatural trotting gait, doing better this time and almost completing half a circuit before losing it once more.  Another lash of the whip and he was up and running yet again, sweating profusely and desperately trying to get used to the sequence of movement while also feeling the effect of his now bouncing tail all the more.  This time, he completed a circuit and felt he was beginning to get the hang of it when he felt yet another lash of the whip.  “Faster!” demanded Tahlia and Henry strived to go up a gear only to lose the sequence once more and end up sprawling and gasping for breath on the stone floor.

“Please, please no more” he cried in desperation as the whip lashed him again but to no avail.  “Sit!” commanded Tahlia after landing three more stinging blows on her new dog.  She walked over to him as he sat, panting, listening to the click of her heels clearly echoing her purposeful stride.  She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face to look up at her.  “Doggies cannot talk!” she hissed at him.  “You may bark, whine, growl or whimper but you do not speak ever!  Is that clear?”

Henry almost said yes but caught himself just in time and whimpered instead, bringing a huge smile to Tahlia’s face and even greater shame on himself as he turned bright red and felt his face flush and tears well up in his eyes through both the pain of his hair being pulled and the humiliation he felt.  She noticed the tears in his eyes.  “There, there my pet; I know it is hard for a little puppy to learn but it is for your own good, you will soon see” she consoled him patronisingly, holding his head in her hands now and squatting down to look into his eyes. “Just a little more training my pet and then you can rest awhile” she continued, once more flicking his erection with her boot in amusement.

Henry’s shame deepened as he realised it was bad enough to have to humour this bitch with her silly games but to be betrayed by his cock into seeming as if he was enjoying it was all too much.

“Stay there” Tahlia commanded and moved away across the dungeon.  “Here boy!” she called and Henry trotted across to her as best he could.  ‘Not as polished as Tootsie but not bad’ thought Tahlia.  “Greet” she commanded and Henry hesitated only a moment before bending his head to lick her boots.  Smiling broadly to herself, Tahlia was revelling in her control over Henry and in his humiliation and capitulation.  “Good boy” she said, “now continue your exercises and walk.”

Henry once again began his tedious lapping of the dungeon but this time, when the command came to run he managed, however ungainly, to complete three full circuits.  “Stop and sit!” Tahlia commanded and Henry obeyed.  “Good boy, now lie down.”

Henry lay down, watching and waiting.  Tahlia stood in the centre of the dungeon and saw not only that he had managed to lie correctly but that he was also close to exhaustion, sweating and panting profusely.  “Here boy” she said presently and smiled as Henry came quickly over to her and once more began licking her boots.  “Enough boy, sit now!”  Henry sat as Tahlia removed the longer chain and replaced it with the shorter leash.  “Come” she ordered and led him over to a corner of the dungeon and a trough filled with water.  Henry needed no instruction but immediately began lapping up the cold water, not stopping to consider who else may have shared this trough or the source of the water.

Tahlia grabbed his balls from behind as he drank.  “I am pleased to see that my new puppy is enjoying his training,” she said.  “If he does well then he will be rewarded for his efforts and may be allowed to breed with one of the other dogs, perhaps Tootsie.  You like Tootsie didn’t you puppy?”

Henry felt mortified, not least that this girl was playing with his genitals and he sensed he was close to orgasm but also that she should be planning to use him in some form of breeding programme with another of her slaves.  He focussed hard on lapping up the water but was powerless to subdue the need to orgasm and he shook violently as he sprayed his cum into a pool on the stone floor.

“Oh my, puppy is excitable isn’t he?” exclaimed Tahlia, “now, be a good puppy and lick up your mess!”  With her hand squeezing his balls, Henry was in no position to object and, digusted and ashamed, he lowered himself and licked up his own cum from off the floor, leaving such a salty taste in his mouth that he quickly returned to the trough, lapping up more water in an attempt to remove the flavour from his tongue.

“There, is that better puppy?” Tahlia asked once he had sated his thirst and was so delighted when he responded with a ‘woof-woof’ that she once more patted his head.  “Come on then puppy, lets put you to bed for a while” she continued and led him over to an empty cage that Henry entered eagerly. 

In spite of everything, Henry felt a strange sense of security in his cage.  He was away from Tahlia and her whip for the moment and could rest.  Even though the cage measured only 1.5 metres long by a metre wide and a metre high, the floor was padded and there was enough room for him to curl up and relax.  Tahlia locked the door and then went over to Tootsie’s cage and led her out of the dungeon.  “Come along Toots, you deserve some fresh air” said Tahlia, snapping a leash onto Tootsie’s collar and leading her out of the dungeon.

One of the guards came over to Henry’s cage and slid in a bowl of unappetising looking gruel and a bowl of water.  Until then, Henry had not realised how hungry he had become and, as unappetising as the food looked, he wolfed it down and lapped up more water before curling up and resting.  As he lay in his cage he mulled over his situation.  ‘Yes’ he thought, ‘the bitch has the upper hand for the moment and thinks she has broken me but that’s good, I can bide my time until the right moment and then revenge will be sweet.’  Comforted by those thoughts, his tiredness soon overhauled him and he fell asleep. 

So deeply did he sleep that he missed seeing Tahlia return with Tootsie and stop to look over him as he slept.  He missed also other slaves being tortured and forced into compliance in whatever role Tahlia had picked out for them.  Had he not been so tired and stayed awake to witness Tahlia’s torture of other unfortunate slaves he would not have had the same confidence in his ability to one day turn the tables on her. 

When, finally, he did wake, his bladder ached and desperately he looked around the dimly lit dungeon.  A guard sat reading a book by the entrance and Henry was about to call out to him when he thought better of it and instead made a barking noise.  The guard looked up and then walked over to the cage.  “Does puppy want out then?  Does puppy need to pee perhaps?” questioned the guard and Henry eagerly woofed his confirmation, hoping the guard would lead him outside to pee where he might get a chance to escape.

No such luck.  Instead, the guard went back to his seat and where he picked up a wall phone and made a call.  “Yes, Your Majesty, the puppy has woken…………….yes, your Majesty.” Henry heard and then watched in silence as the guard simply sat down and returned to his reading.  He tried whining and whimpering but to no avail.  The guard simply ignored him.  ‘Was he to pee in his own bed he wondered? Was this a design to humiliate him further?’  He was desperate to relieve himself and was certain that he would not be able to hold it in any longer when the dungeon door opened and in strode Princess Tahlia, leather clad and, with whip in hand.  A sense of dread came over him yet again.  He did not want to play her silly doggy games again but knew he must or suffer more pain and humiliation.

“Such a good little puppy dog not wanting to pee in his bed” cooed Princess Tahlia, once more filling Henry with shame and disgust at himself for having to play such a part.  “A good puppy can go walkies” Tahlia continued opening the cage door.  “Come on boy” she called and Henry left the safety of his cage and, in spite of his bursting bladder, immediately lavished his attention on Tahlia’s boots.  “There’s a very good puppy dog” Tahlia continued, delighted by Henry’s dedication.  She clipped a short leash onto his collar, “come along” she urged, turning and pulling on the leash, time for some more training.”

Henry obediently followed Tahlia out of the dungeon and up two flights of stairs, exiting through a door into a large walled garden with a single tree over in the far corner.  Tahlia removed the leash.  “Go on then boy” she commanded and, nonplussed for a second, Henry remained unsure of what he was supposed to do until his aching bladder reminded him and he set off walking to the tree in the far corner.

As he walked across the garden, his soldiers mind was taking it all in.  ‘Was there a chance to escape?’ he wondered.  ‘Tahlia is alone with me, can I overpower her?  If I do can I get out of the palace?  What lies over the wall?  Can I get over the wall?’

He reached the tree and cocked his leg, peeing up against the trunk.  Such relief.  “Good boy” he heard Tahlia cry from across the garden “come here boy, come on!”

He turned and trotted back to her.  She squatted down as he approached and then patted his head as he arrived.  “That’s a good puppy but you must learn that in future puppy you do not pee straight away, a good puppy must first sniff and smell around the tree and then pee.  He must also smell his own pee when he has finished so that he can always recognise his pee and the pee of other doggies.  You will remember that next time won’t you puppy?”

Horrified, Henry nonetheless barked his agreement, wondering what further depths of depravity this girl would force on him.

Tahlia then produced the bone shaped piece of leather and threw it across the garden, pretty much into the spot where he had peed.  “Fetch!” she commanded and Henry turned and ran across the garden back to the tree where, sure enough, he found the leather bone-shaped object in the wet dirt where he had just urinated.  Grimacing he picked it up, tasting his own urine in the soil that he collected with it.  Nevertheless, he turned and ran back to Tahlia who, he noticed, once more squatted down to greet him when he arrived with the leather ‘bone.’

“Drop” she commanded and, when he did, picked it up and threw it once more into the patch of urine he had left at the foot of the tree.  “Fetch boy!” she commanded again and Henry once more turned to retrieve the object but infuriated this time.  He had had enough of this and decided he would put a stop to it.  This time, as he returned he would attack if she squatted down to greet him.  He knew he would be inside the effectiveness of her whip before she would realise that he was not going to stop and that gave him an enormous advantage, particularly as she would be down on her haunches.

He turned and ran back to her as swiftly as he could, building up momentum as he approached her.  As before, Tahlia squatted to greet her ‘puppy’ delighted by his eagerness to please her but realised too late that he was not going to stop.  She raised her hands to ward him off as he leapt at her throat, knocking her backwards and landing on top of her.  Winded, Tahlia struggled to get from under him but his weight was heavy on her and although he had no fingers to grab her throat, he was able to use the heel of his hands to press down on it, stopping her intake of breath.  “That’s enough bitch” he snarled at her, “I am nobody’s puppy dog, least of all yours!”

Tahlia was unable to breathe let alone speak but was unfazed by her situation.  Her hand slid down to her belt where she found a small transmitter and pressed the button.  Henry screamed and leapt up off her as quickly as he had got on top of her.  Tahlia kept her finger on the button while Henry continued to wail, conviulse and roll around the garden in agony, unable to clutch his tortured genitalia never mind remove the apparatus attached to the strap that was sending searing electric shocks through his abdomen..  Unknown to Henry, the butt plug had a metal tip linked to a ring at the base that connected to a metal strip that ran along the inside of the strap to the metal ring around his balls.  The tail had a small receiver linked to capacitor in the butt plug that emitted a strong electric current when activated, sending electric shock waves from the tip of the butt plug to his balls.

Tahlia slowly recovered her composure and eventually came to stand over Henry, still writhing in agony even though Tahlia had now removed her finger from the button.  “Oh you silly, silly, little puppy dog” she scolded him, “now you will have to be severely punished before we can continue with your training.  A doggie must learn never to attack his owner and to obey her always.  Now,” attaching the leash back to his collar, “come along.”

She turned and led Henry, defeated, his genitals in agony and with tears of frustration and despair coursing down his cheeks back down in to the dungeon.  “It will be a long time now puppy before you get to play outside again” she scolded him further, “I am really disappointed in you.  You will need to really be very good now and learn your lessons exceptionally well before I can trust you again.” 

If Henry had experienced a sense of foreboding the first time he had entered Tahlia’s dungeon, entering for the second time, for the first time in his life, he was filled with absolute dread and fear, slowly beginning to realise the capacity of this girl for absolute cruelty and his own incapacity to counter it.