Don\'t get jealous

DON’T GET JEALOUS

By JAR

Chapter 3

I did not have to wait long before the next Dog, called Bruno, was brought up and off we went again.   The soft fur of his belly rubbed my poor back covered with cane marks and the tingling made me go over the top again.  Then he thrust into me and I gasped, he was much bigger that Duke.  God his knot will be huge, and a thrill ran through my cunt. 

It was a good job Bruno had such long legs and I doubt if I could have supported his weight on my back.   He was so strong and big that as he thrust into me I moved along the ground and after about 6 goes his knot went in.  I screamed and though my cunt had been torn by his size and I tried to scramble forward.  He growled as I tried to pull him out of me so I kept still.   I could feel the end of his dick pushing into my cervix and some times penetrating it.

The felling of being so full soon got to me and I started yet another orgasm and it went on for what seemed like years.  When it ended I was weak but felt another cum.   The Amphetamines were keeping me well up and the other drugs had set my body on fire with lust.  I had two more orgasms before I felt him hose down the inside of my womb.   Again his knot had swollen to keep his penis in but he stepped over my head and we were now bum to bum.

At this point I had my eyes closed.   Bruno started to walk away dragging me behind him, they opened and I could see every one laughing at my plight.  Despite the drugs I felt humiliated and degraded at being dragged about by a dog, let alone that he had fucked me to so many orgasms.

Helga called out for Bruno to heal and he trotted to her dragging me still attached.  Helga gave him a treat, and then his handler who was at the other side of the pool called and Bruno jumped in and swam across and up the steps.   I was unable to do much, just be half drowned or so and by the time we were back on the poolside I was heaving up water.  Much too every ones glee. 

The water must have helped as I came free and fell in a heap.   Bring her back shouted Carlos as her other husbands are waiting their turn.  When I was back on the other side of the pool they tied my leash to a post so that they or I could not go off.    The remaining dogs were allowed their turns.

My ordeal had started about one o’clock and it was now after 7.  Both my arse and cunt were sore and running with dog cum down both legs.  I had been forced to lick each dog clean after he had fucked me so my face was covered in cum as well.  Helga had not spent much time with the party as such, but on making sure that a dog was always on my back and filling one of my holes.

I could hear a voice calling for silence, it took a little while as most people were drunk, but when it went quite Carlos said that it had come to his notice that dogs were fucking someone who looked like a woman.  A loud Boo went up from the crowed.   Well he said we should insure that no one mistook Bitch for a woman by shaving her head and body of hair, and then the chance of error would be much less.  Another loud cheer went up and I was frightened at the though of being bald.

The Maids must have been primed as they all came forward with scissors and combs in their hands.   I tried to back away but Helga hit me with a cane across the shoulders and I stood still, resigned to my fate.   The maids would comb out a section then cut it off and lay it in a box.  In half an hour all that was left of my beautiful hair was long stubble, which was removed by electric sheers.  Even my eyebrows and the entire small amount of public hair I had, was taken.

The rest of the party became a nightmare for me as the dogs kept taking turns at raping me.  To make matter worse the staff/guests kept pissing on my head and body.  At 10 that night Helga got the handlers to take the dogs back to their pens.  Bruno was the last and was fucking my arse hole.  I would never have thought he could have got a weapon of his size into me with out serous damage, but he had.  When Helga returned he had just cum and turn to face away from me so she just lead him to his kennel and I had to try and go backwards to keep up.   Even when we got back to the pen I was still tied to him so we were just shut in his cage and left for the night.

During the night he fucked me twice more so by the time Helga arrived in the morning to give us breakfast I was exhausted and laying in a heap.    I started to eat the cold dog food and had only taken a few mouthfuls before Bruno pushed me out of the way and scoffed the rest then walked off to his kennel to sleep until he needed to use his bitch again.   Helga just laughed and said I would have to be quicker next time.  That was last straw and I broke down and cried. 

Still sobbing my heart out she clipped on the lead and took me to the office and ordered me onto the examination table.   I had no energy to fight and did as I was told.  The chains and other items I had worn for the wedding were removed excerpt the collar.  Next I was told to stand in her shower and wash my body all over.  It was good to stand up again having been on hands/elbows knees for the last week or so.  Also to get ride of the dog cum that had dried between my legs and over my face.  It helped to ease the pain of the beating to my back and legs.  Helga rubbed a paste on my back and I had a sort of numb feeling for the rest of the day.

Back on the table she made me kneel with my heals tucked outside my butt, with my toes pointing out from my body.  I also had to fold by arms back on them self.  I was warned not to move as she took lots of different measurements.  She laid out a sheet of quite thick leather on the worktop and after drawing a pattern on it cut out various shapes.  Theses were sown together on a large industrial type sewing machine.  She would hold them up against me to get the right shapes etc. 

For the life of me I could not work out what she was making but I was allowed to lie down and sleep when she did not need me for measurements.   I could hear the sewing machine as she worked so when it stopped for what seemed a long time I sat up and watched as she punched holes down the length of the reinforced side’s then adding brass eyelets to strengthen the holes.  When she had finished she put the whole thing in a large bucket of water.

She produced a shaving set and said if I cooperated I would be given a bowel of food, water and allowed to rest all of the next day.  I barked once and she nodded.  She sprayed foam over my head and shaved it with a razor.  She did my eyebrows, under my arms and between my legs.  She ran her hands over the areas to ensuring no stubble was left behind.  I found the feeling quite erotic.  Putting on thin latex gloves she rubbed a thick green gel into the area she had shaved till it was absorbed into the skin.  This gel I was informed would be reapplied every 4 days and would slow the growth of my hair insuring that I would remain bald for longer periods.

A golf ball was placed in the palm of each hand and I was told to make a fist around it.   Then silver duck tape was wrapped around the fist to prevent me being able to open my fingers.  You will have no further use for hands so I will make them into paws soon.   Then when you walk you will walk on your palms. Do you understand and I remembered to bark as I had enough of the crop.

It was now lunchtime and she said I will give you some dog food because Bruno stole yours this morning and you have been good while I was working on your suit and did your hair.  I will fit the suit after I have had my lunch.  I lay down on the table and dozed some more while she made her lunch.  Later I was told to get down and eat my food while she eat hers.

Back on the table she fitted me with the leather suit.  It had a strap that ran the length of my back and at each end split into two bigger sheaths for each leg and arm.  I was told to kneel down so I sat on my legs toes pointing out.  The sheaths were slid over the legs and nylon lace was used to lace up the eyelets on the inside of my thighs.  She kept working the lace till the sheath was very tight and some of the water was squashed out by the pressure. 

I was then told to arch my back and the long strap was put over my back and the other flap draped over my shoulders.   Again a nylon lace was used to pull the sides together and she worked the laces till my arms were folded back tight against themselves again. 

The leather being wet was cold at first but started to warm up after a few minutes.   So I would be back to walking on my elbow and knees I though.  The only up side was those areas were padded now so it would not be so painful as before.  Right that’s enough for today said Helga and hooked on the leash and took me back to the empty pen that I had first occupied.  

During the late afternoon I found out why the leather was wet when she put it on me.  As it dried out it shrank, so by time Helga arrive with the evening meal and put a bowel down for me it had been on for a few hours and my arms and legs were now crushed together quite painfully.  I was in such pain that I forgot about not speaking and begged her to take it off. 

She kicked me in the ribs and I landed on my back.  “I said no talking Bitch”.  I was surprised that she did nothing else.   It was obvious that she had no intention of loosening the suit as she then used super glue, on the now dry knots, of the nylon laces to ensure that I had no way of untying them.  Now I would have to be cut out of the suit.

After I had eaten, I made my painful way to the other end of the run and the rubber mat. I lay down and tried to rest but the crushing of my legs and arms was too much and I cried my self to sleep.

The next day my legs and arms felt much better and the crushed feeling had been replaced by a kind of num feel.  I was thirsty and walked down the pen to the feeding area by the gate.  I stopped at the drain and peed into it, then carried on to the water bowl.  My back was very painful from the caning I had been given yesterday but I found that if I walked slowly it helped to ease the bruising in my muscle. 

About and hour later Helga delivered the food and told me to eat up quickly as I had a busy morning, she went off to feed the rest of the pack.  I gobbled my food down so as not to be left hungry but it was more that an hour later before she returned, also the amount of food was a bit small so I was still hungry.

With the lead clipped on to my collar I was taken to the office and was surprised to find Carlos there with one of his heaves. The heave was told to get the guest from the Gatehouse.  Carlos said “Helga you did a good job with the wedding it was the most fun I have had for a long time, so you will find a bonus in your pay this month”.  Helga blushed and said, "thank you, but being able to do what I like to Bitch is more than enough reward”.     He laughed and said “OK but you still get the money”.

The heavy returned with a thin, short, pale man in his 50 who was carrying a large bag.  The heavy made no attempt to help him. He announced himself as John and looked at me.  He put the bag down and started to look into my nose, and mouth then he fingered my nipples and cunt.  I flushed bright red at his over familiarly examination but could not do anything to stop it, being tied to the table as I was. 

He turned to Carlos and smiled and said these are the rings I have brought so that you can make a choose.   Laying them out on a velvet tray.   I have made a stencil of the tat you wanted so I will put that on while you make up your mind, which rings you, require.  Carlos nodded.

The man opened the bag and took out several items and put them on the work surface and using a gauze pad soaked with some fluid from a bottle whipped my forehead.   The he placed a piece of paper on my forehead and moved it about till he was happy with the position.  Then used a chemical to soak the paper.  He rubbed hard with the gauze pad, then slowly pealed the paper off.  I could hear Helga say that one for the top, that for the bottom and those for the middle.  Yes said Carlos, but we will only do the nose and clit today, the others can wait to be fitted.  I have something I want you to do first Ok.

She agreed.

Next they came to inspect my head and John said if you agree I will do the outline in black and fill in the middle in a softer shade of dark grey.   No said Carlos all black and dark as you can make it.  Helga then asked could we do her lips, top and bottom the brightest purple possible as well today.  Yea that’s a good idea, please do it said Carlos.   John agreed to do it all.  Carlos said “Helga when John has finished call me so I can make any changes before John leaves”, then he left.  The heavy stayed in the corner.  

By now I realised that they were going to put a tattoo on my forehead and I could guess what they meant by lips and rings.   Tears formed in my eyes as I realised that it would require major funds and surgery to remove a tattoo on the head, even then I would have a scare.  The lips would not be such a problem, as it would look like lipstick and I had heard that some women had their lips done so they didn’t have to keep applying lipstick. 

Doing my forehead was the most painful thing that has ever happened to me.  It was worse than the caning at the wedding.  I think the problem was the shallow depth of the skin. As the needle hit the bone under it my whole head was vibrated.   After about 5 minutes I had a terribly headache and felt sick.  My eyes had gone blurred from the vibrations.  I took him an hour to do the tattoo then he did the lips of my mouth. 

He had to hold my lips in his fingers as it tingled me when he used the pen and I kept moving them.    It only took a half an hour for those then they tied open my legs and he went to work on my pussy lips.   An hour later he had finished and started to insert the rings.  A metal band an inch and half wide was fitted around the base of each breast, up tight against my chest.   The band had rings fixed to the side, spaced around it.   It was held in place with a thin leather strap so it looked like a Bra. Later the leather straps would be removed once the breasts had swollen and enlarged permanently, then it would be impossible to get them off.

He then put ½ inch rings down each side of my pussy lips, 4 per side.   Other that a bit of a sharp sting when he made the hole it did not produced a lot of pain.    The ¾ inch ring into my clit was very painful and I groaned and tried to pull away but was so secured I was not able to move much.  As John moved to my head Helga clipped the round metal name plate that had been on my collar to the Clit ring so it would hang between my legs.

It was a different matter when he put a grommet in my nose, the pain was bad.  A hole was made inside my nose between the two nasal passages. Then a pair of inside pliers was used to stretch the hole to allow the tube to fit.  It was soft plastic tube, about 10 mm across, with one end flattened so it could not pass all the way through and come out. 

Once in place the other end was force fitted, making it permanent.   A 1½-inch ring was instated into the hole in the grommet and squashed shut.   With the ring in my nose I felt so degraded and wanted to die.  As he was cleaning up Carlos appeared and asked for a 1½-inch ring in each ear lobe.  When this was done I was released from the table and told the stand up.

I now did feel like an animal on all fours with the nose ring and the name tag hanging between my legs.    Take off the collar he told Helga and open your back legs Bitch.  When it was done he peered at my cunt and said could John darken the colour to a purple like the Baboons have on their arse.   The lips are good he said and I like the Nose ring.  John explained that when the holes healed the rings would be able to swing about as I moved but at the moment the flesh around them was swollen.   John did not take long to redo my fanny lips.

Please bring a mirror Helga I want Bitch to see her new jewellery that I have spent so much money on.   I could hardly recognise the bald woman steering back at me.  The piercing, the bright purple lips were one thing but the word BITCH how tattooed on my forehead in one inch high letters was more than I could bear and I broke down and sobbed my heart out. 

Which made Carlos smile.  Carlos told John to return in a few weeks as he had other jobs for him to do.  This was like a knife in my heart that I was to go through even more degrading and embarrassing things done to me.   When I think back I believe that was the point when my sprit was broken and I knew that this would be my only way of existence.

Helga clipped the lead to my nose ring and I felt even more humiliated as I was taken back to my pen.  I was too emotionally broken to crawl to my mat and I just lay down by the gate on the hard concert crying my heart out for the situation I was now in.  Helga chained and padlocked the gate and went off to feed the rest of the dogs.    When she brought my bowel I was just about cried out.

Helga said that perhaps now I would be not such a snotty cow and accept my lot as a dog for the rest of my life and make the best out of the situation.    What’s so good, I though, in being a dog.  Eat your food she said and I was about to refuse when she hit me with the crop.  I forced down the food in fear of being hit again.   I will not let you die of starvation Bitch she informed me.   Come she said and opened the gate and I walked out after her down to Zulu’s pen.

Laughing she said in you go your husband is looking forward to a night with you.   She informed me I was to lick his dick clean after each fuck, or any other dog that fucked me.   Failure will get you a beating she told me.  I had to bark to show I understood. With the gate locked I knew there was no escape from the dog that had stood up at the far end of the run.  

Zulu growled threateningly at me and came down pen towards me in a very intimidating manner and I was afraid that he would attack me.   I was so frighten by the way he moved that I froze and that stopped the attack.   He sniffed at me and must have recognized my scent as he stopped growling and started to sniff between my legs.

Next I felt a tongue and he was licking my fanny.  As his tongue moved the small rings in my lips it sent a very odd feeling up my body.  Then he found my enlarged clit.  When he touched it my legs went week and to my horror I could feel the surge of sex rush into my body.  How could I be so turned on by a dog licking me? The though of sex with a dog made me feel sick normally. 

Of course it was the drugs from the wedding that had lain dormant in my body to strike when I was next aroused, added to by the dose Helga had put into my meals during the day.   This particular Aphrodisiac took weeks to be passed from the blood stream and as she kept feeding more into my system it would after a time leave me in a permanent state of high arousal.

I felt him climb on my back and start thrusting and I pushed back and jiggle about till I felt him enter me.  The speed of his thrust became more rapid.  Before long I could feel his knot enter and swell to trap us until the end of his lust.   I throw my head back in ecstatic and delight, and then saw Helga with an evil smile on her face before she turned and walked away.  10 minute later I was left with the after glow of two orgasms and with dog cum dribbling down my legs.   Zulu went to his doghouse for a rest and I tried to follow him into it, but he growled so I lay down outside.

I could not sleep and could feel the need for more orgasms burning in my crutch and after about an hour I had to try and get him to fuck me again.   His back legs were by the door so I pushed my head between his legs and sucked on this prick.  He woke and looked at me but put his head down and rolled more on to his back.   Shit I did not want to give him a blowjob I wanted a fuck. 

As soon as I stopped he growled and made it pretty obvious that I was to continue or else.   So I did.   About 5 minute later all I had to show for my efforts was a mouth full of dog cum which I had to swallow as much as possible or it ended up on my face, of course some did and I could not wipe it off.

Even more frustrated I lay down to sleep but in the end got up to pace around till Zulu came and fucked me in the small hours of the morning.   By breakfast my mind had given in and I did what ever was asked of me.  It did get easer as the days went on, even the routine helped me adjust to the new life.