DON’T GET JEALOUS

By JAR

Chapter 1

I could not believe that I had been so stupid.  What had made me think I could get away with it?  From Carlos, of all people. It had seemed so easy to leave with the cash after the way he had treated me.  Let me explain, I had been living with him for about a year and fallen in love with him.    I even hoped to marry him.  That was what made me so angry when he brought home the twins.  I found out that he had been keeping them in another house he owned up till now.  This had been going on for months, but now he wanted all three of us in one place, and I was not happy about this.   Knowing that he was a Mob Boss from South America meant I had to put up with the situation.   I had no money of my own as he paid for every thing.  So with no were else to go, that would be safe, I had to stay.   I would continue looking for some way to leave permanently, but not feet first as they say.  

One night I had grab the two bags of cash that had arrived in afternoon and took a car.    I drove to the next town and parked the car in a shopping Mall.   I went into the Mall’s toilets and died my hair then to a car lot and bought a cheep car.  Transferred the bags of cash and drove as far as I could before stopping at a road side motel about 9 that night, exhausted.    At 2 in the morning Harry and Pedro shook me awake.  All I could say was “shit” as I looked up to see them standing by the bed grinning, as that was what I was in, very deeply.

I was sleeping in the nude so I was given a silk dressing gown to wear, but nothing else and my hands were cuffed behind my back.   They put me in the back seat of the car and we drove back to the house and I was sure to my impending death.  I just hoped that it would not be too painful.

On arrival at the house Harry and Pedro took me the Gym room at the back of the Garage.   The dressing gown was removed and my wrists were tied together in front of me with a rope, the end of which was passed through a eye bolt in a roof beam.   My arms were then pulled up over my head until I was suspended with the balls of my feet just touching the ground.    I was able to take some of my weight on my feet but felt very vulnerable being naked.     Harry and Pedro left and alone I was able to ponder my fait. At this point I started to cry.

I was there for about two hours before Carlos entered the room with the twins, Harry and Pedro.   I could see the twins did not want to be here, like me, but Harry and Pedro stood by the door to insure they stayed put.  Carlos was mad his face red with anger and he told the twins that they would watch what happen to me in case they had any ideas of doing the same thing.

Although I was scared the couple of hours waiting had made me realise that if I was to die quickly with not too much pain then I had to get him so mad that he would loose control and kill me in a rage.   When he stood in front of me I spat in his face and called him a bastard for bring in the twins and therefore it was entirety his fault I stole his money.  I saw the anger well up and then he stopped.   In a quite voice he said “you Bitch, I get your game, you think making me mad will get you a quick death, then your wrong”.  I went cold at this point.

He was wearing a shell suite and took off the jacket revealing a strong upper body under the training vest he was wearing.    He put on his hands a pair of the thin leather gloves that boxers wear when working on a punch bag.  As he put on the gloves he told the boys to tie a bar bell, with 50 lbs of weight on each end, to my ankles to keep me stretched out.

Carlos gave an upward flick of his hand and the boys shortened the rope till I was hanging about 3 inches from the floor.  I felt as if my arms would pull out of their sockets with the weight of my body and the bar bell pulling down.   Carlos started to warm up his arms and body by shadow boxing.   During this time it was clear that I was to be used as the punch bag.   Nobody had ever punched me before and I wondered what it would be like, painful I was sure.   I hoped that he would knock me out but that seemed unlikely. 

I could see him shadow boxing in front of me then stopped and said “I am going to beat you to a bloody pulp, but I will try and make sure that I don’t kill you so we can do it again next week and the next and so on” and he laughed.   The weeks rest each time should allow your body to recover.  I have never had a live punch bag before he said to the Boys and laughed.     Suddenly his right fist landed in my stomach and I could not breathe.  I tried to curl up but the strength had left my body.  Then he punched me in the mouth and I felt it split open and blood pour down over my chin on to my breasts.  

For the next hour he worked over my body, face and back, even having the boys pull me higher so that he could punch my thighs, arse and cunt with ease.  I was a sea of pain and could do nothing to protect my body from his fists.  My face was a mess, both eyes were badly swollen and nearly closed.  My lips were split open and several teeth had been knocked out or dislodged and would probably fall out in time any way.   He had taken a special delight in punching my breasts and they were now almost black in colour and very swollen.  It also felt that several ribs were broken.  

I had a problem breathing as the blood from my broken nose and split lips would run down the back of my throat and choke me, so I had to keep my head down but this only encouraged him to give it uppercuts.  At some point he either stopped or I passed out.  The later followed by the former I think.  When I came too Carlos and the twins had gone but the boys were there.

They untied and removed the Bar Bell then lowered my arms till I knelt on the floor and my backside rested on my ankles.     Pedro tied ropes around each thigh and then to my ankle to ensure that I could not straighten my legs.  I had no strength to hold my self up so when they lowered my arms to untie the rope I just lay in a heap on the floor on my back.   My arms were bent back on themselves so my hand were at my shoulders and again ropes was tied around my arms so that I would not be able to straighten then out.   A metal horse bit was put in my mouth to keep it open and with straps buckled around my head to keep it in place.

I was too wasted to be able to move so Harry picked me up and carried me to the kennels, which were about 300 yards from the house and Gym.

When it had been built they had constructed 10 dog pens/runs and a small chalet to house the Kennel maid.  The chalet consisted of a bedroom with a shower and toilet, a small lounge and kitchen, it also had a utility room that was used to look after the dogs, make up their meals and give the dog’s medical treatment etc.   

Each of the pens was about 12 foot wide and 20 feet long with an 8-foot wire fence around it and a concrete floor with a drain in the centre.   The roof was also wire netted over, to stop either dogs getting out or people getting into noble the dogs.   At one end of the pen they had a gate, which lead into a further, fenced off area.   This was to ensure that if a dog ran out of its pen, passed a handler it was still in an enclosed area.   8 of the pens had a large wooden kennel at one end, for the dogs to sleep in, the other two pens were empty, just a concrete fenced area for training.   Despite its size the complex only housed 8 guard dogs, that the security team used to patrol the grounds of the house. 

I had meet Helga, the Kennel Maid, several times and did not like her very much and she knew this.  She was a 15 stone German lesbian but was very good at looking after the dogs and training them.  It was in her care I was to be left.   Harry dumped me in one of the empty pens without a kennel and locked the gate.  Helga came up and asked what was going on, as she stared in amazement at my broken and bloody body.   Harry told her that I had stolen money and that Carlos was going to use me a punch bag every Friday night as punishment.

She, Helga was to look after me between times.   My arms and legs were not to be untied but she could treat me how she wished as long as I was fit to be used the next Friday.  Did she have a problem with any of this?   Asked Harry.   Helga face lit up with a big smile and she said no.  It would be her pleasure to make sure that I was in the best state possible for each Friday.  She would be please to ensure I would live as long and painful a life as possible.  From that it was clear that Helga did not like me either.

The Boys left and Helga carried me into the treatment room and put me down on the table.   I was told to stand on my knees and elbows, with her help this I did, as I had not strength to fight her. She spent about half an hour checking over my body.   She was use to doing this to the dogs, if they had been in a fight or some other problems with intruders etc.   She decided that none of the splits or cut needed stitches at the moment but cleaned them with antiseptic just in case.   The problems with my ribs and other internal injuries would have to wait for the vet, who she would callout, but they did not seem to life threatening.  She removed the bit in my mouth but told me not to make a noise or I would be in a lot more pain.  She then returned me to the pen.

She put out a bowel of water for me to drink, and then left me in the sun on the hard open concrete floor of the pen.   On the way out a chain and padlock were added to the gate, ensuring that I could not get out.    When the vet arrived about an hour later I was carried into the treatment room again and put on the examination table. 

The Vet gave me a thorough examination and said I would be fine with rest and time.  He put a couple of stitches in my split lip and told Helga that I have no major internal injuries, just lots of bruising.  He told Helga to check my urine and pooh for blood and phone if any was found.  A few other medical things were discussed but I could not hear what, as they were both leaving the office. 

After his departure Helga returned me to the Dog Run.  I was not surprised that the vet was unaffected by the sight of a tied and badly beaten person laying in a dog run, because I was not the first he had to deal with.  Carlos did like to stamp his authority on people.

As it got dark Helga arrived with a large plastic syringe and a bowel of some thick liquid, this was to be my feed for the night.  She would fill the syringe then push it between my swollen lips and inject the thick soup like liquid.   It tasted quite good and I knew that I would not have been able to eat any thing normally with my lips and mouth so swollen.  After she had changed the water in the bowel she left me for the night.   Luckily the weather was warm but the floor was hard so it was an uncomfortable night.

I lay on the concrete floor and every movement was painful and made me cry out.  At times I felt the pain was more than I could stand.  My face was hard and very swollen, I could not see out of one eye at all, as it was so badly bruise.  The other was partly closed and therefore bleary.  As my tongue felt my lips and around my mouth, I could tell that at least three of my upper and two of my lower front teeth were missing or so loose that they would fall out. 

My lips were swollen and the split that the Vet had sown up was sore and stung when touched.    Both my breast felt huge and swollen.  As I look though my half closed eye at them I could see the dark bruises and the skin look so tight.   It felt like I would die, but of course the human body can suffer much more than I was experiencing. 

Somehow I must have fallen asleep, as I woke up, the sky was getting light.  My body had stiffened up over night and I could not move without sending jolts of pain stabbing through every muscle, the pain from my ribs was like fire, so I lay as still as possible but that was painful too as the concrete was so hard.    I just ended up tossing about in pain.

It seemed years before I heard Helga putting the feeding bowels into each pen for the dogs and give them fresh water.   After the dogs had been feed she put a 4-foot square, inch thick rubber mat in the far corner of the pen I was in and informed me that this was to be my bed from now on.  She also rigged up a black plastic sheet over the mat to give some shade from the sun or rain, then she fed me with the syringe again.  “Right get on your bed now” she said and I had to crawl down the pen to the mat. 

To encourage me to move she would hit my back and legs with a riding crop.  She had all ways carried this crop, pushed into her gumboots but this was the first time I had seen her use it.  Once on the mat I had to admit it was more comfortable than the hard concrete floor.   She checked the circulation in my legs and arms by pinching my toes and fingers, asking if I could feel it, I nodded that I could. “Good” she said “the ropes are not too tight” then draped a blanket over my body and left me to sleep.  

She came back every hour or so to check on me, but other than being fed again at about 6 o’clock that evening I was left to sleep and let my body heal, over the next two days.  On the second day I had to go to for a pee and the only place other than the bare concrete floor, was the drain in the middle of the pen.  I managed to get up on my elbows then on to my knees and crawled to the drain.   I squatted over it and peed, some went on my legs.   The humiliation of having to do this made me cry and I felt depressed but I had no choice.  

The next morning passed much the same as the first two but after she had seen to the other Dogs she came to my pen.  She feed me and again checked me over and pulled one of the very loose teeth from my mouth.  I tried to talk to her but I was told to be quite or I would get 25 stokes with the crop every time I talked from now on.  

With great delight I was informed that as I was now “THE BITCH” I could only talk like a dog, any thing else and she would beat me.   Did I understand?  She must have known I would say yes, for as the word came out of my mouth the crop landed on my back.   With as much force as possible and believe me she is very strong. She gave out the 25 strokes and I passed out in pain.

A bucket of cold water revived me and I was told to get on my knees and elbows, this would be my standing position from now on, like the Bitch I was.   This was painful due to the beating and soar ribs but I did it.   She held up a dog choke chain in front of my face and pointed out that it had blunt spikes on the inside and by pulling on the lead it would get tighter and the spikes would stick into the neck.    The purpose, she went on to tell me, was to use on dogs that would not obey their master.    I would wear it all the time and she was having a metal tag with my name made to put on it.

The choke chain was put around my neck and a small padlock ensured that it could not get large enough to come back over my head.  She clipped a lead to it and I was told to follow her like a dog on all fours.  For five minutes she walked me slowly around the pen, informing me that this was to help me get better and loosen the muscles from the bruising I had.   If I was a bit slow she would tug the lead and the blunt spikes would dig into my neck and throat. Nearly chocking me

At first it was painfully and hard to walk on all fours, being so banged up, and bruised but during the day she came into my pen very hour or so to repeat the procedure, each time it was a bit easer.  Having the lead put on and then taken off every time I was taken for a walk was very embarrassing.

When she arrived with my evening feed she put down two stainless steel bowels by the gate.  I was informed that I was to be feed the same as the rest of the residents.  I would get no special privileges from her.  I was no longer the snooty bitch in the Big House but was now her Bitch.   I had to crawl down the pen from the bed and sit up and beg for the meal.   The bowel of dog food looked foul but I was told to eat up if I did not wish a visit from Mr Crop.  

I lowered my head and started to eat. The taste was better than I though it would be, despite it being cold.  She seemed to be smiling a lot more than normal.   She told me to keep walking on my own and not to stop until it got dark.  She warned me that if I did not do it she would take a crop to my arse.  Twice she came and hit me with the riding crop and told me I had stopped although this was not true, but this was part of her plan to make me obedient.

After about an hour I had the fist cramps in my stomach followed by the urge to defecate.   These became more powerful and my stomach started to spasm.  Then it dawned on me why she had been smiling, she had put a laxative in the food and nothing was going to stop that now.

I had found peeing over the drain bad enough but if I had to shit in the pen it would be there for all to see.  I would be brought to the level of an animal.  Tears flowed down my face as I realised the horror I would have to face in the coming weeks.  For several hours I clenched my arse cheeks together but I knew it was a loosing battle and in the end I got up an squatted over the drain and my bowels opened and I moaned in my humiliation.  As my arms were tied I could do nothing to clean myself so had to lay down with the mess still on my arse and thighs.  Four more time I had to get up in the night and squat over the drain.

She laughed when she saw the mess on the drain and said I was not so posh now was I?   All I could do was go red with embarrassment.    It felt as if my world had ended.  The bowels were put down, by the door, and she said eat.   I hesitated to eat as I was sure she had used the laxative again.   She said nothing but hit me across the shoulders with the crop so I started to eat.   She told me to drink all the water in the bowel.

When I had finished she put a steel bar with rings on each end into my mouth and told me to hold it between my teeth.  Next she inserted a stainless steel But Plug into my rectum it was long and wide with a ring on the out side end.  Next she inserted a large metal dildo, also with a ring on it, into my vagina.  A belt was fitted around my waist and on the front was yet another ring.  From the rings on the end of bar in my mouth she attached an elastic cord that was split into two parts then joined behind my head.

Then pulling the cord down the length of my back she threaded the end thought the rings in the Butt Plug and Dido.   I was told to sit on my legs and tilt my head back as much as possible.  With great difficulty she pulled the cord up between my legs and hooked it onto the ring at the front of the belt.

The bar cut into the lips at the back of my mouth pulling my mouth open.   My head was pulled back and I could not move it forward.  But the worst of it was the two items in my neater regions were pulled in hard and painfully.  When she ordered me to stand up and walk around the pen and not to stop until told.   The effect was most embarrassing as the dildo moved inside of me as I walked.   The cord also rubbed on my back and the crack of my arse.  This was made worse as I was feeling the effects of sunburn on my back from having no covering over the last couple of days during the other walks she had made me do.

While I walked around the edge of the pen, she used a wheelbarrow to bring in sand and laid a strip around the pen about 6 inches deep and 3 foot wide.  I thought that this was to soften the concrete for me to walk on so as not to do too much damage to my knees and elbows which were by now very sore and swollen. The sand strip would help I thought, how wrong can you be.   I could feel my mouth drying out as it was held open by the bar and I could not get my lips together.   I could already feel the day getting hotter.

Next she rigged up a clock, with just a minute hand and 60 minutes in segments marked on the face.   Helga explained the 0 to 15 minutes and 30 to 45 minute segments had been painted red to tell me when to start and when to stop.   If I find you are not walking in a red segment then I will give you 10 strokes with the crop, I was informed.   Right get on with it and she left.

As I trudged around the sand path I could not help thinking my life had turned into hell.   Only a couple of days ago I had led the pampered lifestyle of a girlfriend to a rich Mobster, now I was little more than a dog.   Kept in a dog pen of the kennels and in 4 days I was to get beaten up again.  I could not help but cry over my foolish mistake of taking that money.  

When the hand got to the white zone I stopped and went to the water bowel and felt humiliated as I tired to suck water into my mouth like an animal.  With my head pulled back hard I had almost lay on my shoulder with my arse as high possible to get my face into the bowel, not helped by the bar, then suck up as much as I could.   Several times it went up my nose and I ended up coughing which hurt my ribs.  Then I went to the mat and lay down to rest and get out of the sun.  It was not long before I felt my bowels clench and I knew that she had given me another dose of laxative but with the Butt Plug in it had no were to go so for the rest of the morning I had to suffer.

By mid morning the sun had got very hot and the sweat was running down my body and legs.   By lunch time I could feel my back burning in the sun and knew I would be badly burnt if I keep on so I stopped under the shelter, when the hand went into the next red segment and I tried to make a noise to attract Helga to tell her of the problem.

When she arrived the hand was in the red zone and I ran up to the gate trying to tell her what the problem was but with the bar in my mouth I was unintelligible.   She held up her hand and I stopped talking, then with undisguised glee she pointed out my error of not walking when the hand was in the red zone and talking instead of barking.  She made me run for the remainder of that period.  I though that would be it, but as I stood on all fours in front of her, breathing very hard from the run I had just finished, she informed me that the punishment was 10 strokes with the crop for my error.   She made me run around the pen again as she hit my sunburnt back with the crop telling me to learn to do as I was told or I would get beaten senseless.

I was glad when she arrived with the evening feed and informed me that I could rest till the next day.   The Cord, Bar, But Plug, Dildo and belt were removed so I could eat and use the drain.   While I was pouring my self esteem down the drain she put a 2-foot square box about 4 inches deep filled with sand by the drain and informed my that I was to piss in the drain and shit in the litter box any accidents would result in a flogging with the crop and me cleaning it up with my mouth, did I understand.  When I said yes she hit me ten times again and said to bark like the bitch I was.  Did I understand this?  Red with embarrassment and anger at the way she was treating me I barked.  Good she said but as she left she took the blanket with her so I had to spend the night without any covering to keep me warm.  

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.  

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.