Dahna Rules

Chapter 6

Aliyah was smiling broadly as she made her way from her private apartment down through the palace towards the dungeons where she wanted to witness her daughter’s training of the animal, Henry. 

She was happy with the way things were going with Catherine.  She had always thought her a cold, frigid bitch but could sense that she had hidden passion that for years she had kept restrained.  As a result of what had just transpired, Aliyah was in no doubt that Catherine would make a good sex slave and be worth a considerable sum once she had been trained and Aliyah had tired of her.  If the twin girls were of similar ilk, then Aliyah had really won a worthwhile prize.  With that thought, she decided to make a detour via the laundry where the twins had been assigned as slaves.

As she entered, overseers and slaves alike bowed or curtseyed in greeting but Aliyah did not see the two captive Birimian princesses.  “Your Majesty” spoke the senioir overseer, approaching Aliyah, “the new slave-girls proved to be useless at manual labour, they do not have the strength to lift the heavier bedding and table linen when it is dry let alone when wet and as for actually washing anything, they have no idea.”

“So what have you done with them?” enquired Aliyah.

“I put them to washing smaller lighter things and then decided, as punishment for their ineptitude, to use them to help dry the laundry.  Please, come this way Your Majesty and I will show you.”

Aliyah was curious to see what her overseer had done to punish the two girls and was delighted when, passing outside into a small courtyard where much laundry was hanging on lines, drying in the late afternoon sun and breeze, she found the two girls tied to pillars at either end of the yard.  Their arms were held out horizontally by being tied to long broom handles that extended across their shoulders and behind their necks.  In each hand was a length of rope, extending between them across the yard and onto which was pegged much of the laundry of the day.  However, much worse for them was two additional ropes, also bearing the weight of laundry, but tied off to each of their breasts that were turning blue under the strain.

“They have been ordered not to let the lines in their hands drop or allow any of the items drying to fall, in other words, keep the lines taught and still,” advised the overseer, “and they will not be released until all of the items are dry.”

“And what if they should fail?” asked Aliyah as she moved over to Jane and running her hand up over one of her swollen, purple breasts and flicking the erect nipple, eliciting stifled moans from the girl through her gag.

“Then they must endure both a flogging and repeat the exercise with the next load of laundry until that too is dry.  They are aware that although the laundry is drying quickly in the sun, it will soon be night time and so will dry all the more slowly, making their torture all the longer and more unbearable.”

Aliyah smiled in delight and looking at Jane could see the pain in her eyes.  The poor girl could not speak of her suffering through the gag in her mouth but her eyes told it all, begging Aliyah for release.  Unfortunately for her, Aliyah tormented Jane further by playing with her already suffering breasts and then moving a hand between the poor girls legs, working her fingers inside her, arousing her and bringing her to an orgasm as she stood frantically hanging onto the washing lines in her hands.

The overseer looked on in fascination as her Queen further tormented the girl by testing vigourously the state of the washing hanging from each of the lines, especially those attached to her breasts.  Jane’s face screamed out in anguish as Aliyah pulled on the lines.  “Well this one at least seems to be developing some strength!” laughed the Queen before turning her attention to Mary, who, having witnessed what had happened to her twin sister was not sure how she herself would react.  The woman approaching her was evil, of that she had no doubt yet, as Aliyah toyed with her body, Mary found herself unwillingly aroused, experiencing an eroticism accentuated by her helplessness.  As Aliyah continued to tease and torment her, Mary was not certain that she could hold out any longer but hold out she did although her relief was short lived as she heard Aliyah’s comments to the overseer.

“You have done well.  I like this idea and, once this washing is dry, I think we should use them in my private rooms, one tied to each pillar either side of my bed and set with candles to give me light.  They should make rather unique and ornate candelabra don’t you think?”

“Why yes, Your Majesty, what a splendid idea” replied the overseer, knowing full well that her Queen would entertain herself with the two hapless girls rather than lie in bed reading.  Nevertheless, “it shall be done” she replied.

With that, Aliyah left the laundry and continued her journey down to Tahlia’s dungeon where she was eager to witness the ongoing training of the animal, Henry.  He was an animal, Aliyah was certain.  She had heard enough stories of his treatment of women to know of his disrespect for females and it was only fitting that her daughter, one of his intended victims, should be the one to educate him.

As she approached he dungeon, Aliyah could hear the crack of a whip, a sound that never failed to excite her.  Her steps quickened in the hopes of witnessing Henry being flogged and, as she burst into the dungeon unannounced, she saw Henry running as fast as he could, once again around and around the dungeon while attached to a central post.  Tahlia was cracking the whip just behind his buttocks to ensure that he maintained a good pace and was so focussed on her task that she did not immediately notice her mother’s arrival.  

Neither for that matter did Henry.  He was so intent on avoiding the whiplash that he was running blindly around in a circle as fast his, now, four legs could carry him.  The palms of his hands hurt, unaccustomed to their new role in supporting his “doggy” movements, his back and legs ached from their unnatural posture and he was desperate for a rest.  He had been running non-stop since Tahlia had led him in from the courtyard and this was her idea of a punishment, well, this and the lashes that she had caught him with.

“Enough, sit puppy” called Tahlia on seeing her mother at last and moving over to greet her.  “He had far too much energy out in the garden so needs to be worn down a little” she advised Aliyah.

“Yes, by chance, I happened to notice” replied the Queen, “I take it you had the TENS unit attached?”

“Yes, mother, fortunately, although I rather fancy I could still have handled him without.”

“I am sure you could” continued the Queen.  “What further training do you have planned for today?”

“Smell!” beamed Tahlia.  “He showed little interest in smelling the tree where Tootsie had urinated earlier so he must learn to recognise other dogs and humans, especially his mistress, by their smell.  It is clearly something that he has never developed.”

“How do you plan to train him” enquired Aliyah.

“If you have time, you are quite welcome to watch” invited Tahlia, an invitation that the Queen accepted with alacrity.

From a distance, across the dungeon, Henry watched proceedings with foreboding.  He was beginning to realise that although by outward appearance they looked like gentile women, his captors knew no limits as far as the depths of depravity they might inflict on their slaves.  As he recovered his breath, his aching body and tired limbs were screaming at him to lie down and sleep but he dare not, he had suffered enough cracks of the whip and electrifying for one day so he sat, as instructed, docilely awaiting his further torment or training as his captor called it.  He was still determined to overcome this woman and escape but for now, he saw his only means of survival as being one of outward compliance with her wishes, gain her confidence and patiently wait for his opportunity.

As Queen Aliyah took a seat on a bench against the wall of the dungeon, Tahlia called an overseer and gave her some instructions before striding purposefully over to her puppy.  “There’s a good puppy,” she cooed at Henry, squatting down in front of him and patting his head.  “You learn quickly puppy,” she continued, “it doesn’t pay to disobey your owner does it?  Here’s a treat for a good puppy.” 

Tahlia reached into her pocket and pulled out a morsel of food and fed it to Henry.  ‘A doggie treat’ Henry guessed correctly.  It tasted terrible, very strong, bitter and chewy but Henry sensed, again correctly, that unless he accepted it and ate it apparently happily, it might be all he would get to eat for some time and his aching body needed food if he were ever to overcome his tormentress. 

Tahlia, was squatting in front of him, smiling and patting his head as he chewed.  She was so close to him with her thighs immediately in front of his eyes he could smell her scent and was becoming aroused by it.  This troubled him.  He hated this woman yet found himself constantly aroused by her proximity and her touch.  He raised his head slightly and could see along her thighs and into her crotch, causing his cock to betray him.  “Why I see my little puppy is getting all excited at the attention from his Mistress” Tahlia exclaimed, much to Henry’s embarrassment.  Taking his head in her hands, she kissed his forehead, purposefully offering her puppy a delightful view down her cleavage as she did so.  “Now, we must see how good a sense of smell you have little one” Tahlia continued, standing up and clipping a shorter leash to Henry’s collar.

“Come” she ordered and began to move across the dungeon to where Henry could now see two other ‘dogs,’ one was Tootsie, the female he had seen earlier that day and the other a male, large, muscular and Negroid.  They were separated, each being held apart from the other on a leash by an overseer.  “Now puppy, when you greet other dogs you must do it properly.  All dogs recognise each other by their smell so sit and watch now.” 

Henry sat and watched intently as Tootsie and the black male were brought together.  The two of them lined up alongside each other, head to rear, and began sniffing the other’s ass and genitals before tasting the same, licking each other’s private parts before being pulled apart by the handlers.  Henry groaned inwardly.  ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘that is indeed how dogs behave and no doubt how I will have to behave if I am to avoid another beating.’

As Tootsie was led towards him, he heard Tahlia instruct him to get to know Tootsie so he got up and moved alongside her, focussing all of his attention on her odour.  She had the same musky female smell he had smelt a thousand times during his various sexual conquests but could not find anything that was specific to Tootsie.  Nevertheless, he found the whole experience pleasurable, especially when he felt Tootsie’s tongue on his balls, reminding him that he had better taste her also, something he was loathe to do but which again, he found pleasurable, certainly preferable to a lashing with the dog whip.

He was then led over to the black male dog.  Here however, he felt an innate reluctance to ‘get to know’ Rover, as he now knew him to be called.  Tahlia sensed this reluctance as she walked him over to the big African dog and slapped him hard on the buttocks.  “Come along now puppy, don’t be shy, Rover won’t hurt you unless you misbehave.”  Looking at Rover’s physique and the way he moved, Henry was in no doubt that if it came to a dogfight, Rover would beat him hands down at the moment.  He was obviously attuned to his role and in great shape where he himself was struggling to come to terms with his situation, had not slept and had been run off his feet to say nothing of the number of beatings he had endured.

With extreme distaste, Henry recognised the stale sweaty masculine odour of Rover before tentatively licking his balls.  Although he was also further aroused by the sense of Rover’s tongue on his cock and balls and was unable to prevent his cock stiffening even more, he felt totally depraved and disgusted with himself as he ran his tongue along Rover’s large black cock, over his balls and up to his ass where, he noticed, there was no butt-plug tail but instead a proper, real tail protruding from his lower back.  ‘My god’ thought Henry, ‘where did that come from?  What have they done to him?’ 

“Good boy” Tahlia interrupted his thoughts, “now for the real test.” 

She led Henry back across the dungeon where she retrieved a leather blindfold from a hook on the wall, placing it over Henry’s eyes.  “Let’s see how well you remember.”  I am going to walk you over to Tootsie’s and Rover’s kennels.  You will enter and smell and decide which kennel belongs to which dog, barking once for Tootsie’s and twice for Rover’s.”

Blindly, Henry followed the pull on his leash until it stopped.  “Enter” came Tahlia’s command and though he couldn’t see, Henry edged cautiously forward, lowering his head and sniffing as he went.  He found the entrance to the cage and went in, continually sniffing.  The floor was covered with some sort of material, sacking he guessed, and he focussed on this in the belief that this would be where he would have the greatest chance of picking up any odour.  “Come along puppy” Tahlia urged but Henry could not distinguish the scent of either Tootsie or Rover in the sacking.  A stinging blow hit him across his buttocks, still outside the cage and so he moved further in and smelled every last inch before barking twice.  He could not recognise Rover’s scent but decided tactically that he was more likely to remember the female scent than the male and so guessed.  Wrongly. 

“Come out here you hopeless little cur!” ordered Tahlia and Henry turned and reluctantly removed himself from Tootsie’s cage, fearing the worst.  Four strokes of the dog whip greeted him as he left the cage turning his blindfolded darkness into daylight as each painful blow brought flashes of light behind his tightly closed eyelids.  Now, still blindfolded, he was led across the dungeon to be reintroduced to Rover and then to Tootsie.  He had no doubt this time which dog he was greeting, the odour of each was distinct and he knew he was correct once his tongue reached the other dogs genitals.

“Now, we will try again” advised Tahlia, this time leading him around the perimeter of the dungeon a couple of times before stopping at a cage.  Henry entered and got right inside this time, pushing his nose into the sacking, still not detecting anything other than the smell of the sacking until, yes, towards the back, right inside, he found what his nose had been searching for, unmistakably Tootsie and he barked once.

“Good boy” beamed Tahlia, “you learn quickly or was it just luck.  We shall see” she continued as she led him out of the cage and once more on a couple of circuits of the dungeon.   Stopping again, Henry knew what he had to do and soon found the entrance and put his nose into sacking and began to smell.  Working his way towards the back of the cage where he was sure he had smelt Tootsie, this time he could not smell her though he had to confess that he couldn’t smell Rover either.  Nevertheless, he was quietly confident when he barked twice and felt a sense of pride when Tahlia gave him another chewy treat as he emerged from the cage.

Another three attempts and he got all three correct, earning yet more praise and another chewy treat from Tahlia as she removed his blindfold, squatting down in front of him again so that he was once more aroused by her proximity and pleased with himself for having made her happy.  Tahlia patted his head and stroked his genitals, further arousing him and Henry felt a strange shift in his emotions, no longer full of hate for the woman but now a growing feeling of wanting to please her.  He fought to get this out of his head, telling himself he was just outwardly appearing to be compliant until his opportunity for escape came but the feeling persisted nonetheless.

“Now puppy” continued Tahlia, “it is one thing to recognise the difference between male and female but you must also learn to discriminate between individual females and males.  You must also recognise your Mistress by her smell alone and be able to pick her out in a crowd.  Finally, you must also be able to recognise other dogs purely from their urine or their droppings.”  At these last words, a new sense of foreboding entered Henry’s head as he pondered how this element of his training might be affected.  He was soon to find out.

The overseers had now collected a group of dogs and were leading them out of the dungeon.  Henry was also led outside into the garden where the act of greeting all of the six dogs took place.  There were three females and three males and Henry focussed all of his senses on trying to detect any subtle characteristic that would separate any one from the other.  In truth, to him, all males smelt the same and all females smelt the same and he feared that this was going to be one test that he would fail miserably.

After some ten minutes or so in which the dogs had been taken off their leashes and allowed to reacquaint themselves, sniffing and licking one and other, Henry was pulled to one side and the blindfold replaced.  Each of the six dogs was then brought to him in turn and he was made to smell and taste each one, male and female alike and to remember them by number, one to six.  He was then re-introduced to them in a different order and to bark the requisite number of times for each dog as he recognised it.  Surprisingly, he picked out Tootsie but he failed to recognise Rover and any of the others although in his guesswork, he did manage to get another female correct.  But two out of six was not going to please Tahlia, he knew, and feared the worst when she removed the blindfold.

“Pathetic!” she scolded him, slapping his face hard, this way and that.  “You will be severely punished for not trying hard enough once we get back to the dungeon but first, there is the urine test.” 

It seemed that all dogs had completed a toilet in the yard while Henry had been blindfolded and he was led to six different localities where he was given the number of the dog that had peed there.  He bent his head and smelled the spot in the grass.  “Don’t just sniff it, taste it!  You are a dog remember!”  Yelled Tahlia, landing two heavy blows with the dog whip across Henry’s already scarred back and placing her stiletto heeled boot across his neck, pushing his face into the warm wet grass. 

Henry, feeling even further depraved if that was possible, licked at the grass and tasted urine number one and then each in turn.  Again, he was blindfolded and led around the urine-moistened patches of grass in a different order.  It was all too much for him to remember and he failed miserably, not getting even one correct this time.

Now, when the blindfold was removed he was confronted with a pile of faeces.  He did not need to be told what he had to do but he baulked at just the thought of it.  “Well puppy?” questioned Tahlia before landing yet another stinging blow with the whip as Henry slowly lowered his head to the first pile of dogshit and began sniffing the acrid odour.  “And lick!” screamed Tahlia, whipping Henry yet again. 

Henry, now devoid of any pride, any sense of his own humanity, slowly put out his tongue and tasted pile number one, sobbing and broken he began licking and tasting it while at the same time suppressing the urge to vomit.  Five more times he did so on five different piles and although there were distinct differences, his senses were dulled by the overwhelming sense of shame and humiliation that he felt at his overall depth of degradation and depravity.  Blindfolded, second time around, he smelled and tasted them all again, sobbing now into the blindfold so that his barks had a pathetic, almost whimpering sound to them.  Surprisingly, he did better on the taste test, correctly identifying three of the dogs responsible but it was still not enough to appease Tahlia who, once again squatting in front of him, was quite scathing.

“You have a lot to learn little puppy and it is going to be a painful lesson for you.”  She did not pat his head this time but reached down and grabbed his balls, pulling and twisting them so that he winced and yelped in pain.  “There is one more test for today and you had better get this one right or else!” she finished with a sharp twist of his balls as she returned upright, lifting him off the ground a little as she did so. 

“By now,” Tahlia went on, “you should have had enough opportunities to recognise me by me scent.  Queen Aliyah will lead you along a line made up of the overseers and myself.  You had better stop, sit and beg in front of me or your miserable life will be not worth living!”

Aliyah, who had been quietly watching all of the proceedings in the background had been impressed with her daughter’s approach to taming and training the animal and could see that she was working towards shifting his emotions around from hate to adoration.  She also could sense that Tahlia knew it was going to take a long time.  Nevertheless, she felt confidence in her daughter and was happy to help out by taking the animal’s leash and leading him along the line of women. 

“We will walk the complete line first and you will stop and smell each one before we return along the line when you will make your decision” instructed Aliyah as Henry steeled himself for one last ordeal. 

He picked her on the first pass, he was sure of it, number four.  ‘None of the others had quite the same fragrance’ he thought.  ‘There is an expensive delicacy with this one that costs money,’ he convinced himself as, on the second pass, he confidently sat and begged in front of number four.  The scent came closer and he felt the blindfold being removed in silence but heaved a sigh of relief on seeing the familiar sight of Tahlia’s beautiful thighs and crotch right in front of him and realising that he had got this one correct and passed the most important test.

“Well done puppy” beamed Tahlia, “you have at least gone some way to redeeming yourself” kissing his forehead once more and treating him yet again with a view down her tantalising cleavage so that Henry felt both aroused and pleased with himself.  Pleased that he had impressed his owner, much as a puppy should feel when it had done something well for its owner.  Was he already turning into the obedient puppy Tahlia wanted?   He repeatedly told himself that this was just a show to gain her confidence but inwardly he was not so sure.

“Puppy realises that he will have to train hard to pass the other tests doesn’t he?” Tahlia quizzed him while stroking his face and Henry barked, trying to make it sound an enthusiastic bark.  “Good boy!” exclaimed Tahlia, once more kissing his forehead.  “Come along now, time for you to have some supper.” She continued, rising and taking hold of his leash, leading him back to her dungeon.

“You have been a bad boy at times today puppy and because of that and for failing some of your lessons, you will have to be punished before you can have your supper” Tahlia advised him as he followed her downstairs.  “However, you have done enough running for one day and you have probably been beaten enough over the last two days to last you a while, so how shall we punish you I wonder?” 

Henry realised she was talking to herself, almost thinking out loud and that he had no say in the matter.

“Ah, yes,” Tahlia continued, “I have the perfect plan that will also help you with your lessons!  Yes, puppy, it will almost be like a little homework for you!” she laughed as they entered her dungeon.

She fixed his leash to a hook on the wall before calling to an overseer for help and moving across to a small cage stacked to one side of the dungeon.  The overseer lifted it down and placed it in the centre of the dungeon where it bolted to fittings already in place on the stone floor.  Returning for Henry, she led him to the cage and ordered him to enter.  Henry found that in order to get himself entirely into the cage, his head had to protrude out through an opening on the other side.  Strangely too, once the cage door was closed, it forced his back legs forward and his ass outward so that his rear was also exposed.  At the front, fittings on the cage were adjusted and attached to his collar so that he was now unable to move his head. 

“Good,” exclaimed Tahlia.  “Now, I think the other dogs can be allowed out for a couple of hours before supper to get acquainted with our new puppy so that he can better understand the pecking order and get to recognise each and every one of them properly.  Let the dogs have free reign to use puppy as they see fit,” she continued so that neither the overseers nor Henry were in any doubt as to the treat he would be for the other dogs. 

Henry wanted to protest and to extricate himself from the situation but was firmly locked in the cage and unable to move either head, limbs or ass and both head and ass were exposed to his doggie companions for their express pleasure.  Nor was he fool enough to voice his complaint at being so used, he knew already that to do so would bring him greater pain and humiliation and so, seething inside with rage and burning with humiliation, he looked on helplessly as the six other dogs left their own cages and moved towards him.

Clearly Rover was the alpha male for the other dogs all held back while Rover approached first.  He first moved to the rear of Henry’s cage and Henry sensed him sniffing and felt a cursory lick before seeing him reappear in front of his face.  Rover got up on his hind legs, resting his forepaws on the roof of Henry’s cage so that his genitals were presented to Henry’s mouth.  Henry refused to open his mouth and taste Rover who growled loudly at him.  There was a crack and Henry’s buttocks felt as though they had been split wide-open across-ways.  He opened his mouth and accepted all of Rover’s enormous black cock.  For his part, Rover rocked back and forth on his forepaws, fucking Henry’s face while Tahlia and the overseers looked on.  Henry was gasping for breath, his throat baulking at the size of Rover’s cock, feeling Rover’s balls slapping him on the chin repeatedly as he slid in and out of his throat, grabbing what breath he could whenever Rover pulled back and holding it while the cock filled his throat.

If Henry did not know what Rover smelled or tasted like before, he did now as Rover shot his load into Henry’s mouth and down his throat.  Distasteful as it was, Henry was glad, glad that it was over, or so he thought for Rover did not climb down nor pull away but continued to pump in and out of Henry’s mouth and throat.  Henry felt the butt-plug being removed from his ass and something wet being placed against it.  Then, he sensed something new pushing inside it, something slippery.  He knew not what it was, nor did he care that much, his mind was focussed on not choking on the huge piece of meat that was stuck in his throat

Suddenly, Rover stopped, pulled away and climbed down from the cage and moved back behind the cage where Henry could not see him.  But he soon felt him.  One of the overseers had lubricated Henry’s ass and Rover was now up and into it, sliding his cock deep inside Henry and fucking him hard, doggy style.  Henry was devastated and tried desperately to move but was well secured in the tight narrow cage.  He could see the other dogs lining up.  Tootsie was already moving towards him and she too got up on her hind legs, resting her forepaws on the cage roof and thrusting her cunt into his face.  He licked, licked and sucked and pushed his tongue in and out, in and out repeatedly, matching the rhythm of Rover who was invading his ass in and out repeatedly.  To his amazement, he too was getting aroused in spite of his degrading and humiliating situation, the taste and smell of Tootsie filled his head just as Rover’s cock filled his ass and his mind went numb as first Tootsie came and then Rover.  He felt Tootsie shudder and received a flood of her hot juices into his mouth as he felt Rover’s hot load shoot deep into his ass and then felt deflated as his own cock throbbed, excited and aroused but unable to reach climax.

Tootsie climbed off him and immediately another male was on him.  He had no name for this one but this time around, did notice a difference in his smell.  There was a spicier odour, different from the black dog’s smell and Henry determined to remember it.  Rover had still not pulled out of him.  To Henry’s amazement, the big black dog was still hard inside him and still pumping as the new dog, spicy as Henry had called him, fucked his face.  He was not as big as Rover and Henry was able to accommodate him more easily. 

In and out went the two male dogs in rhythm so that Henry was once more getting aroused.  However, Rover pulled out first and came back around the front where he replaced spicy.  Spicy, Henry guessed, moved to the back and began fucking his ass.  So, his mouth and throat was once more filled with Rover’s cock, tasting a little different since it had been seasoned with the contents of Henry’s ass.  His ass was equally occupied and before long, the two male dogs came together and he received a second helping of Rover down his throat and a load from spicy in his ass.

And so it continued, Rover took a back seat for a while and the other male dog replaced him in Henry’s mouth.  He felt another dog licking his balls and his ass and presumed it must have been Tootsie but he could not see to be sure.  The third male dog also smelled and tasted different but Henry could not liken the smell to anything.  The two other females also smelled different from Tootsie in their own ways, one deeply musky and the other much less so and so Henry graded them on being more or less musky than Tootsie. 

The three females pleasured themselves on Henry’s tongue and each male had both his mouth and his ass, not just once, but in Rover’s case, several times.  Henry’s jaws, throat and tongue ached and his ass was sore.  He could feel a wetness that he presumed was cum running down the inside of his legs and he felt a nausea in his stomach from the cocktail of male and female cum that he had consumed over the course of the last two hours. 

He was exhausted and his relief was tangible when he heard the now familiar click of Tahlia’s heels re-entering the dungeon.   Unknown to Henry, Tahlia had not stayed to witness the entire performance in the dungeon.  She and Aliyah had watched the start of his abuse and, once satisfied that he was behaving himself and serving the other dogs properly, they had left to get refreshment for themselves while watching the proceedings from an armchair on their internal closed circuit TV.

“Very well, enough is enough, these dogs have had far too much fun for one day” Tahlia exclaimed, “back to your kennels all of you!” clapping her hands sharply twice.  Henry watched as the six dogs all dutifully returned to their respective kennels where they were locked in.  To his immense relief, he was let out of his own tight confinement.  Tahlia squatted down in front of him and petted him heavily and in his already aroused state, he was almost overwhelmed by her scent.  “Well done little puppy” she congratulated him.  “You did very well for your Mistress, you deserve a little treat.”  Henry expected another of the chewy doggy treats and was taken by surprise when Tahlia pulled his head deep in between her legs where he smelled that she too was sexually aroused.  He needed no telling but thrust out his tongue and began worshiping her sex immediately, forcing it deep into her moist vagina while she pressed his head deeper against her crotch, almost breaking his nose against her pubis as she ground into him, hungrily, fucking his face and tongue until she came in a powerful shuddering orgasm that filled Henry’s mouth with such a sweet nectar that Henry suddenly and incomprehensibly to him, felt an overwhelming affection for this woman and desire to serve her.

Recovering her composure, Tahlia stood again and, taking his leash, led Henry over to an empty cage and ushered him in.  Closing the door on him, she petted him once more.  “Rest and recover your strength my little puppy, you will have a big day of training tomorrow and I want you to do well and pass your tests.  There will be some food shortly then you can sleep.”

Henry watched with a perplexed expression as Tahlia left the dungeon.  He felt a strange mixture of adoration, respect and desire for the woman yet still tinged with hate and desire to escape his humiliating and degrading position.  His loins ached for sexual relief and, his desire for Tahlia heightened by his predicament, he was no longer so sure that he wanted to escape from her.  There was something about her hold and control over him that was arousing him.  Never before had he experienced being controlled or subservient to anyone, apart that is to his mother as a small boy. 

He looked at the sleeves that bound his hands to the foreleg extensions and thought about how he could remove them.  Part of him still wanted to escape but the conviction was less strong now.  Earlier, he would have been chewing at the fastening or tearing at the fabric with his teeth in order to free his hands but now his efforts were half hearted.  Was this because he was tired or resigned to his fate or what?  He didn’t know and, for the time being, ceased to care as two other slaves and an overseer entered the dungeon with a trolley and began distributing food to the slaves and prisoners in turn. 

Henry had not thought of food for some time but now his stomach growled in anticipation of receiving sustenance.  Eventually, two bowls were pushed through a slot at the bottom of the door to his cage.  One contained a mash of vegetables and some ground meat.  Henry had no doubt it was left overs from some other meal served to the household but no longer cared.  Although it was cold with congealed fat in amongst the mash, Henry wolfed it down hungrily before turning his attention to the second bowl, filled with water.  He bowed his head and lapped up the water slowly.  He guessed that this would have to last him until morning so he rationed himself.  Also, he had no idea when he might be let out to relieve his bladder, another reason to be cautious.  He was certain that to foul his cage would result in a severe flogging and probably other additional indignities and humiliations.

Having eaten, not enough to fill or satisfy but, with the water, enough to kill the pangs of hunger for a while at least, Henry tried to relax.  His cage was not long enough to allow him to stretch out, but by lying on one side and tucking up his knees, he got comfortable and was soon sound asleep.