Don\'t get jealous

DON’T GET JEALOUS

By JAR

Chapter 2

I was more aware now, 4 days after the beating by Carlos and it felt weird to be naked outside at night.  I felt so low and in pain that I wished I could die.   The corners of my lips at the back of my mouth were sore, also the area between my legs were the cord had rub me raw.   My back felt on fire from the sunburn, my neck was sore from being pulled back by the cord all day.   My knees and elbows raw from walking on the sand, which had, far from making the ground soft, the grit had rubbed them raw.   My body still ached from the blows from the crop given by Helga and the beating by Carlos also from my bruised and cracked ribs.   

Sometime in the middle of the night it started to rain and the air felt cool, I think that was more to do with being sunburnt during the day than a big drop in the temperature.   I did at first stand in the rain and it felt good to have my back cooled but after a time I started to get cold and ended up shivering under the plastic cover, till Helga served breakfast.

After I had eaten the bowel of dog food, the Bar, Butt Plug etc were put back in and the clock started and I was again made to walk around the pen to the time of the clock except that the red zones had been extended by 5 minutes so I had only a 10 minute break out of every 30.  I was now feeling very low.   The rain had made my hair come undone and it hung down in a straggly mess and dragged along the ground as it was so long, normally it hung to my waist.  Several times I put my elbow on it and pulled it.

At noon the rain stopped and the sun came out and dried the pen but the sand remained wet and ground into my knees and elbows.  Within an hour I could feel the heat build up on my back and knew that my sunburn would get worse.    As my hair dried it became a matted mass.

The Cord, Bar, Butt Plug, Dildo and belt were removed so I could eat and use the drain and dirt box.   After I had been feed she clipped the leash on my collar and led me to the office.   I was becoming resigned to my fate and just followed her.  I was told to get on the table and was inspected.   A lot of the swelling had gone down around my face but the bruises were now very dark with that tinge of yellow.  She held up a mirror and I shuddered at the site of my face and body.  Out the corner of my eye I saw her write something on a pad but it was to far away to see what.  I was lead back to the pen and she told me to go to my bed and rest.

The next day I noticed that my upper arms and lower legs were getting num and the cramps had faded to a dull ache.   During my feed Helga told me that for the moment I would get no more laxative and I could have a rest this morning as she had some chores to do in town.   So I spent most of the morning lying on my mat sleeping.  It was good not to have the Cord etc as it had rubbed me very sore.

At lunchtime Helga arrived back and I watched as she took several boxes into her office, Bag’s of Dry dog food and other things.  She came into my pen eating a sandwich, which made my stomach rumble.  When she heard the noise she said, as she held up the sandwich, these are for people not bitch dogs like you.

But I have got some thing for you and held a round shiny disk with the word BITCH engraved on it.  It’s for your collar, and then she attached it.  The leash was put on and I was lead into the pen next door and told to sit on my back legs and stay.   As I walked I could hear the disk clink on the chain and I felt my face flush red.

One of the guard dogs was brought into the pen and we were both given commands like sit, stay, lay down etc.   When I got it wrong she said, “If the dog can do it I am sure a smart bitch like you can” then hit across the shoulders with the corp.   We did this for about an hour then she picked up a rubber bone and the Dog realised that work was over and it was playtime.

Helga would throw the rubber bone to the end of the pen and after a few seconds told the dog to fetch it.  He ran up to the bone picked it up in his mouth and ran back to Helga and sat in front of her offering the bone with his mouth, after a few moments she took the bone and he moved to her side and sat down.   She praised him and gave a treat.

She threw the bone again and said fetch.  It was a few moments before I realised that she meant me.  Red with embarrassment I ran to the bone and picked it up in my mouth but immediately spat it out, as it was covered with saliva from the dog and bits of grit.  Helga told me to pick it up and return with it or I was in big trouble, so I did.  I was reaching with the taste of it but remember to sit in front of her and offer the bone.  When she took it, I move to her side feeling stupid but I was better than getting her angry.

Again she threw the bone and the dog fetched it then it was my turn.  Before I was told to fetch I was informed not to fuck up this time or I would be sorry.  4 more times I had to do it before she was happy.   She would walk around the pen and we had to be by her leg all the time and when she stopped we had to sit etc.  For over an hour this went on, but she did change the dogs over half way through. 

She finished with the training and put the dog back in his own pen.   She was just about to lead me back to my pen when up came Carlos.  He was laughing and I hoped that he would tell Helga off for treating me like she had and he would let me go and forgive me.  But instead he told Helga that he had been watching for the last hour and what a good job she was doing.  He said it must be the first time I had every done what I was told instead of being Miss Bossy.    I was made to feel very small and this made me angry.  He told Helga that he had an idea he wished to put to her.

In front of me he told her that as I had been a Bitch in steeling his money I could remain a Bitch for the rest of my life and he would like Helga to be responsible for training me and my day to day needs etc.  I would not be allowed to walk upright again, only be able to bark and not talk, in fact I would have to act like a dog at all times and he had plans to make me look like a Bitch Dog.   To give this a fair chance to work he would put off the weekly beating I was due to get, so I would not have any damage problems at the start of each week.

Helga assured him that she would love to do this for him, but asked what limitations were on her to insure that I acted like a dog. 

“She could do any thing she liked,” he informed her.  If it were something permanent like removing her voice he would like to know first.  Perhaps they could have a meeting once a week so that Helga could tell him her plans for the coming week.  Helga agreed to this and asked if I was a Bitch from now on could I undertake all the duties of a bitch in a kennel, and looked over at the other guard dogs meaningfully. 

Carlos burst out laughing and said yes that was a good idea but he would like to watch the first time.  No Human would ever again use me, only animals, he said. So it was agreed that the event would be tomorrow at the pool about midday.

I could not believe what I was hearing and tried to beg him not to do this but he shoved his handkerchief into my mouth to gag me and left.  Helga said what fun we would have now she had complete control of me.   

As she dragged me back to the pen she said “We will put on a marriage ceremony for you tomorrow at the pool with your new husbands then you can have a nice honeymoon in the afternoon getting fucked by 8 big dogs”. 

I felt my life was ending which in a way it was.  Most of the rest of the day was spent alone in my run as she organised tomorrow’s wedding.   I did not sleep very well and kept crying, as I could not get the thought of being raped by the dogs, in front of a group of people, out of my mind.  I was sure that they would video it as well, to complete my embarrassment.

After breakfast Helga brought an enema bag, which she hung from the wire netting of the run, the other end she interested into my arse.   Stay still till I return she ordered and left.  Half an hour later she returned with several buckets of hot water.  The bag was now empty and for the last 20 minutes I had been increasingly suffering from stomach cramps in my bowels but she lead me to the drain and removed the tube.   With a rush the contents of my colon splattered over my legs and into the drain. 

To my relief she cut the ropes from my arms and legs and the pain as they came free was overwhelming and I cried.  Don’t try and escape she warned me, your in no state to run.   Using a bucket of cold water, with a large does of liquid soap, my body and hair was washed then she rinsed me with a hose, even sticking the nozzle up my arse to get it cleaner. Then she dried me with an old towel she used on the dogs.  I could smell them on it and some of the smell came of on me.

With the lead clipped on to my neck chain, I had to craw on my hands and knees to the workroom were I was told to get on the bench.    I was told to sit on my legs while she blow-dried my hair, then she brushed it to get out the tangles.    This will be the last time your hair gets washed she informed me and the thought of long dirty hair was not very appalling to me.

Bright red lipstick was applied then a large ring gag was forced between my teeth and buckled behind my head.  Black leather cuffs were put around my wrist and ankles and a wider strap just at the top of my thigh. 

Helga told me kneel on the table.   12-inch chains were locked between my Knees and wrists then a chain was rapped around my waist and padlocked.  One end was padlocked to the middle of the chain between my wrists and then to my choke chain around my neck.  The other end locked onto the chain between my knees and was short enough so that I could not straighten my legs.

An elastic cord was attached to the strap holding ring gag in my mouth to the chain around my waist put my head back as hard as possible.  I could now only look forward and not at the ground in front.  The lead was clipped to the collar and I was told to get off the table and wait in the corner of the room.

It was a bit of a struggle to get off the table and I got caught out by the chain and slipped and fell hard to the floor.    Once in the corner I was told to squat in the begging position with my front paws held up at tit height as she put it.   After 10 minutes I started to get cramp but was to frighten to move.

About half an hour later the phone rang and I heard Helga say we would be right there.  She clipped the lead to my collar and put an old piece of net over my face like a Brides Vail.   With a sharp tug I was led out of the office to the pool area.  As we walked Helga said this is your big day and if you don’t do as you’re told, this afternoon I will take the skin of your arse when I get you back to the Pen.   I made a grunt to show I understood.

When we arrived at the steps down to the pool area we were meet by Carlos who said that as he was the Father of the Bride, so to speak, he would give me away which would also formally end his relationship with me and I would be forever more a Dog Girl. 

Helga was to be the Maid of Honour.   When we got to the bottom of the steps I could see all the staff seated in rows of chairs and at the front was the 8 guard dogs with their handlers or as of now the Best Men.  The dogs sat still with top hats fixed on their heads while the Best Men wore morning dress and top hats like Carlos.

As we started down the gap between the seats the music of “Hear comes the Bride” started up.   I flushed bright red with embarrassment and for a moment stopped till Carlos gave a viscous tug on the leash and the spikes dug into my neck.   The tears flowed down my cheeks.  Could my degradation get any worse I wondered and sadly reflected that it would most likely do so over the coming months.  We arrived at the front and turned to face the assembly and Carlos started his speech.  

“As you all know Jenny here stole a large sum of money from me.  A man in my position cannot allow that to go unnoticed or people will think I have gone soft.   So to ensure that other people will not try the same thing the culprit must be punished in the harshest way and then killed as a deterrent.”   This statement puzzled me as nothing had been said about being killed.

At this point two men came forward with a box of whips, canes and other items.  Carlos asked each person of the congregation to come up and give me 10 strokes with what every item they wished.  God he’s going to kill me after all there must be 50 people here I though.  Helga bent down and whispered that if I did not hold still the punishment would get worse so be warned and Carlos might still have me killed.

The maids were asked up first, most of which I’d had personal control of.    I had made their lives hell, so they did not have to be asked twice.  Tara was the first to pick a 1-inch wide leather strap and with a nod from Carlos started on her 10 strokes.  I was not surprised she was first as she had been my personal maid and got the brunt of my tantrums.  

She must have done this sort of thing before as she had a wrist action that increased the speed of the strap end.  The first stroke landed at the bottom of my right arse cheek and the end flicked into my cunt.  I let out a howl and every one laughed.  She took her time and was able to get the max pain from each stroke.  When she had finished Carlos praised her action.   The next girl had a cane and laid into my shoulders, and so it continued for over an hour

My back, ass and thighs were purple and red with a mass of interconnecting welts and wheals, some of which were bleeding slightly.  Several times I had collapsed only to have Helga hold a capsule under my nose and once a man, the Vet injected something into my arm.  I would struggle back to the kneeling position.  I don’t know how but I survived.  Then to my horror two men suddenly looped a rope over my neck and pulled it tight and I was being choked to death.   I tried to struggle but did not have the strength after the beating, I knew I was dying and blackness came over me.

I came back to the land of the living with a terrible pain in my chest and found the Vet, David, leaning over me with two metal plates in his hand.  The kind used in hospitals to start people’s hearts.  Then I realized that Carlos had me strangled then brought around by the Vet.  I felt a scratch on my arm and I was given a drug to make me very awake.  He also gave me several other injections, I don’t know what for.  The effect would last for 12 hours before I came off the high.  Carlos said now that his ex girlfriend had died we could get on with the wedding of Bitch to her 8 new husbands and a cheer went up.

He started a speech “Now Ladies, Gentlemen and Dogs welcome to my home today to celebrate and enjoy the wedding of Bitch to her new husbands, let’s use begin”.

One of the Best Men stepped forward with Duke the Doberman and Carlos said, “Do you Duke a Dog of this house take Bitch to be your wife?” 

The dog barked and the crowed laughed.  So Carlos turned to me and said  “Do you Bitch a Dog of this house take Duke to be your Husband to honor and obey him and be his fuck toy when ever he wants?” 

Every one looked at me and despite the embarrassment and my very red face, with a prod from Helga I barked once.  As a token of his ownership you are to wear his name at all times.  Helga held up a piece of white plastic on a short thin chain.  It had the Name Duke and a paw print on it.   She attached this to my ear with a safety pin, which made be cry again in pain.

Duke and his Best Man returned to the line and the next pair came forward.  Again Carlos said, “Do you Bruno a Dog of this house take Bitch to be your wife?” the dog Barked and then it was my turn again and another tag was hug from my ear.  The system was repeated with Jet, Buster, Storm, Zulu, Sam and Thor.   Now I think its time the boys were allowed to consummate there marriage don’t you said Carlos and the congregation give a big cheer.

Duke who was the Alfa Male of the group was lead forward and told to sit behind me.   Helga picked up a plastic bottle with a thick straw on the end and spread my knees wider apart so she could squeeze some of the contents at the start of the crack of my arse and a good dollop into my virgina and arse hole its self.  It was chocolate spread and as it ran down between my legs. My mind was racing with fear of what was about to happen and a hush had descended on the audience.

Duke started to lick off the spread and of course his tongue went up inside of my virgina.   It was then that I realized I was enjoying the sensation.   What I did not know was that one of the drugs that the Vet had used was a very powerful sex stimulant use on animals and not recommended for humans because it took to long to flush through the system and could be additive.   When Helga had been told this she had laughed said “well she will be an animal at that point so all the better”.

Duke seemed to be able to get his tongue right inside and I was now very aroused when Helga said “up Duke”.  

I screamed as his paws slide off my back but somehow the pain made me more aroused than ever.  I could feel the end of his prick pushing against the lips of my virgina and he move further up my back and I felt him enter and I groaned with pleasure and pushed back on him.  This made him entered me quite deeply.   I was surprised at how long and fat his dick was then he started to fuck me hard and fast.   Every time he pushed forward I could feel something large trying to enter me and stretching me wider.  

I was soon very wet from my own juices and Duke’s when I felt the large part of his dick enter me, which I found out later was called the Knott.   Duke went at it hard and fast.   At this time his knot became swollen and completely filled me.   I had my first orgasm and the crowed cheered when they hear me moan and buck my arse up and down, but Duke just seemed to go at me harder still, till I felt him come inside me.   The volume of it surprised me and I had another orgasm.

Duke stopped fucking me and like most men just wanted to get off and do some thing else but the Knott was so large that we were trapped together, something common in dog I believe.  Every time he pulled it hurt and aroused me more.   After about 5 minute of his pulling I was starting to have another orgasm when he pulled free and left me half finished and frustrated.