Deena's Helpful Tail "I just don't know what to do, Deena." A tear trickled down her roommates cheek. "Jon was so good to me. I had no idea he was gambling. And that man..." She trickled off into silence as another tear trailed down her face. "These are not the kind of people that you just blow off... I just don't have $10,000. With the funeral and all, well... I'm broke, that why we live with you." She choked on the last words. Jon had died in an auto accident four months earlier. Three weeks after the funeral Cindy had moved in with Deena, her best friend since high school. The money Cindy made at her new job was not enough for rent, daycare, and expenses. She and the baby needed help, emotional and financial help. Deena was glad to be there for her friend. The phone calls had started about a month ago. But not until Cindy had broken down in tears did she confide her problem with Deena... "There is an attorney that will buy up the markers at twenty-five cents on the dollar, but I'd have to quit work just to pay that off. He has a kennel north of Redman that he says I can work at to pay him off... but six weeks... I'd be laid off... Then what will I do? And what about the baby? He chilled when I ask him that. Said he didn't know about a baby, made things to complicated. So I guess I'll have to deal with their collection agent... He said I could work it off too... night work... but I'm not gonna prostitute myself for them." Silence filled the air. "He said they had connections at family services if I didn't settle up accounts. I just don't know what to do..." Deena sat listening to Cindy's dilemma, "Do you really think they'd try and take the baby?" Deena quarried. "Yeah, sure. They've been very clear about getting their money one way or the other." "I've got some money, but not much more than $3000." Deena paused, "and I'm not gonna work nights for them either." She brightened up, "But I could take my two weeks of vacation and a short leave to work at the kennels." Deena's offer was heart felt. "I couldn't." "Well, what other options come to mind." Deena posed a good question. "Do you have the number for the attorney?" "Sure, but I really can't let you..." "Get the number. You know it's the only way. Besides, I love animals and how tough could the work be... cleaning some dog poop... I can do that." Deena insisted, pleased with her abilities to help her friend out of this problem. The attorney's secretary picked up on the second ring. "Hello, is Mr. Carlton in?" "Hello, Mr. Carlton, my name is Deena. I am a friend of Cindy's. I will take the offer if you can guarantee that she will be rid of the debts." "Yes, I understand it will be approximately six weeks. I can get a leave from my work. And you can have that in writing before I go.... Yes, next month will be fine." Deena hung up the phone. Spring is beautiful in northern California. The rolling grassy hills are deep plush green dotted with brilliant wild flowers. The air is fresh and clean with just a hint of sea spray to remind one of the ocean so near. The California sky is deep blue with wisps of fluffy white clouds streaking the sky as though thoughtfully placed by some great artist. Deena breathed deeply as she cruised along the asphalt. Her favorite CD keeping her company. Deena's boss had processed the request before the end of the week. Deena cruised happily along humming a tune with the CD. She had a special love for animals, pets, dogs. She had grown up with a delightful golden lab at her feet. She smiled at the memories. By mid-day Deena arrived at the gate to the Ranch. It was heavy iron work, elaborate and expensive. She would enjoy this.... She pressed the call button. A small red light came on. "May I help you?" A middle aged woman's voice responded. "Yes, I am Deena. I believe I am expected... to work for several weeks... in the kennels..." Deena felt like she had to milk the woman for permission to pass thru the gate. A buzzer sounded. The grate creaked, squeaked, groaned and began to slide open. "Take the second road on the left and follow it to a small house. You will meet the Caretaker there. He will store your car and help orient you to the grounds." Deena drove thru the gate. Large pine trees encroached upon the asphalt. She drove for several miles before finding the second left. A sign marked the road, straight for guests, and left for the kennels. Deena swung the car along the left road. Another mile and a small cottage came into view. There were several rows of out door kennels and runs adjacent though not close to the cottage. She parked in front of the cottage. Deena knocked cheerfully upon the old wooden door. A man in his early forties answered. He looked her up and down closely without speaking a word. "Hello, I'm Deena. I'm here to help you for the next several weeks." She thrust out her hand in welcome. "Good. I've been expecting a new assistant, to train the dogs, for several weeks now." He smiled wryly at Deena, shook her hand and walk thru the yard. "Park your car in the garage at the end of the row. I'll lock the overhead so your things will be safe there until you leave." He strode around to the back of the cottage. You'll sleep in there." He thrust a brown hand at a doorway. "Okay. I'll get my things put away." Deena almost skipped to her car. He stood watching her form before disappearing into the kennel yard. The car stowed nicely in the garage. Deena had only one suit case and her overnight bag to carry to her room. The room was nearly barren. There was a single bed and dresser. Their was no bathroom or shower facilities visible... they must be in another area of the cottage. Their was a two foot square pass thru door in the wall near the floor line. Deena looked thru the passage way. It led to a kennel cage. She stepped out of the doorway into the yard and around the corner of the cottage. The kennel cage was about the size of a double bed. At the far end was another cage door that connected it to an enclosed walk way directly from the kennel building. The walk way was only about three feet tall. Curious... Deena strode to the kennel building looking for the Caretaker. "I'm ready for work." She pronounced as she found him scrubbing down a large dog. "We have guests at the main house tonight. We have these two dogs to prepare for the show. Grab a sponge..." The man seemed pleasant enough, if short on formalities. Deena grabbed up a sponge and began to scrub the other side of the dog. It was a large breed, just short of her waist, very pretty and strong. It shivered as they flushed warm water over its back. "Lead him into the other room there." He pointed. "Dry him off and curry brush him till he's soft. I'll start the other one." Deena clipped a lead on the dog's collar. He followed properly obedient. As she began to towel him off the dog nuzzled into Deena's sex. She pushed him away. Her dog had done that sort of thing too. She found a hair blower and brush. She worked carefully on her charge, but the dog seemed almost pre-occupied with her sex. It began to... well, feel good. It had been a while since someone had shown much interest in her. She mused pushing the dog away again. The Caretaker entered with the other wet dog. Her dog nuzzled her again. She blushed pushing him away. "They'll do that." He said. "He looks good. Now, do this one." He held the leash out to Deena. She finished the second dog quickly. With that done he gave her a complete tour. It was nearly dusk. "Dinner will be at the cottage for the time being. I'll be back after I take these two to the main house." "Is it far?" "About five miles more or less." "I'll need to call my roommate and let her know I got here safely. "There's no phones out here. The kennels have the only electricity. There are candles in the main cottage... I'll call your roommate for you." Deena told the Caretaker her phone number. He jotted it down and read it back. "Good. I'll be back in a few hours with dinner. Feel free to wander about, there's really no place to go. Don't let any of the dogs out." He closed the truck door and drove away. The first week fell into a simple enough routing of caring for some thirty or so large dogs, well bred and meticulously groomed. The Caretaker was a nice man, gentle with the dogs. Deena seemed to easily win over each of her charges. There was a party at the mansion every other day or so. Sometimes none of the dogs returned, other times one or the other did not... "When can I help with what goes on at the main house?" Deena asked partly out of curiosity and partly out of a genuine desire to be helpful. "Let me make a call." He popped out a cell phone and dialed, speaking to someone just out of ear shot. "How about tonight?" "Sure!" Deena smiled brightly returning her attentions to the work at hand. The Caretaker returned with a fresh picture of lemonade. "Thirsty?" He poured her a fresh glass. Deena thanked him drinking most of it right down. They worked together mostly in silence. He wasn't given to much conversation. Deena had quickly grown accustomed to the silent work. "I seem to be really sleepy. Mind if I get a quick nap before tonight?" "Don't over sleep. I don't want to leave without you." Deena smiled and strode to her room. Sleep swept over her immediately. Deena felt groggy. A fog seemed to be upon her mind. She struggled thru the cloudiness to some portion of consciousness. She felt naked. It was dark. Her chest, no her tummy... she was laying upon her abdomen. She lifted her head. It felt like huge weight upon her shoulders. She lay it back upon the cushion. Consciousness slipped away... then returned. Yes, a little better now. She moved her right arm. Something pulled upon her left ankle. She shook her ankle. Her arm pulled. Deena fought thru the fog with more determination and focus. Her arms were bound to her opposing ankles. A fire burned in her nipples. She tried to sit more upright. The fire brightened as something tugged hard upon her tender nipples. She relaxed her struggles fighting for greater consciousness in the darkness. Her feet stood upon a cold surface. She felt doubled over, bent at the waist and about some sort of cushion like she lay across or over the arm of a sofa. There was no slack in the bindings tethering her arms to her ankles. She could not move one without the other. Her chest felt tight like her breasts were being stretched downward. Her tender nipples burned, ached, and caught afire if tugged. She lay motionless in the dark. A sound, something... Curtains opened. She was on a platform of some sort, draped over a padded bench. It was cool. The draft felt... Deena was naked. The room was dark except for a spot light that shown directly upon her. She became more aware of her situation. Rings!! Large metal rings passed thru her nipples, looping over two small hooks at the lower part of the bench fastening her chest securely downward. Deena's nipples, her pierced nipples secured her position. She could not escape and the fire burning thru her tender nipples precluded any struggle. One of the dogs she had been grooming earlier stepped upon the wooden flooring. It's paws clicked as he stepped towards Deena. The reality of her current predicament over powered her hearing as the dog approached her from behind. It was his cold nose upon her bottom that jerked her back to reality. "No, Bruno!" She scolded. He paused before nuzzling her again. "No!" His tongue flickered across her sex, a shudder screamed through her body. "No! Bruno." She yelled again. He nuzzled her sex licking it again. Another shudder ran like lightning through her loins. He tongue slid across her again and again. She shuddered. "No, please no, Bruno." She begged as he tongue now slipping between the folds of her inflating labia. Deena's own sex betraying her. Bruno's tongue felt good, too good. She begged Bruno again and again. Within a minute or so Deena stopped pleading. An intense orgasm racing through her body. "Damn!" She shrilled as her body shook. "Oh, no. This can't be happening. Please, Bruno, NO! Go away." Bruno raised his paws to her back. Deena struggled again. There was nothing. Her limbs still unresponsive. The fur on Bruno's thighs brush against Deena's bottom. His cock seemed almost hot... and wet as it pelted her vulva. A tear streaked Deena's cheek. After several more thrusts Bruno's cock found the opening in the folds of Deena's pussy. Parting her sex his cock slipped into her warm wet twat, penetrating her only a little at first, then deeper and deeper. It was big, as big as a man's, but much warmer. Deena felt filled almost immediately, embarrassed at the pleasure in her body and mind... and the reality of Bruno, a dog pummeling her sex. Deena felt something large, very large, and unusually warm pressing upon her bottom as she came for a second time. Her body betrayed her again as another wave of orgasm raced thru her center. She had never felt so full inside. It was pressing hard upon her sex, it pained her as it slipped inside her wanton pussy. She felt aflame with passions and wanton lustful desires. Bruno pummeled on. Deena came again. She could feel Bruno begin releasing his cum inside her. He pumped on and on. She seemed warm about her upper thighs as a tiny bit of cum seeped out of her sex. Bruno's knot sealed her pussy quite well. He continue spouting cum inside Deena. The knot almost burned her vulva as she came again. Bruno stepped over her placing his bottom to hers. Deena gasped for air, her own body weight and passions restricting the volume of air her lungs could acquire. He tugged at her. Deena's nipples flamed holding her securely to the bench. She forced more support from her weak kneed legs. Deena remained tied to Bruno. The tie lasted for nearly ten minutes. Deena came again before Bruno released his knot from her. Cum slithered down her inner thighs. Bruno began licking it off Deena's sex. She came again and again as Bruno's tongue slithered about her sex. Someone she did not know spoke, a man. Bruno padded off towards the sounds. Then a woman's voice. Deena's mind began to work, but only just barely. She struggled but could not move. They spoke in hushed tones from the darkness. Someone, a man she did not know, tugged the nipple rings loose of the bench. Deena's tears dripped upon the floor in front of her. "Let me go damn you!" She cried out. "Stop this! I'm..." Crack!!! Fire shot thru Deena's rump. Crack!! As the whip stung her bottom... Deena cried out and slumped forward sobbing. "Shut up." The voice in the dark spoke flatly. Two men lifted her shoulder sliding the bench from beneath her chest. Leaving her wrists still bound the her ankles... Deena could not stand upright. She attain her feet only to be knocked down by the second dog. He was more aggressive as he 'took' Deena. She struggled, groaned, before settling into another series of long intense orgasms. Deena slipped into unconsciousness before Jake's knot had slipped from her. She awoke, morning peeking over the hills in the back ground, naked, asleep in the kennel cage next to her room. Her pussy ached. Her chest seemed a fire. Her breasts hurt to the touch. Pierced!! Her nipples had been pierced. It was not a dream... a nightmare, yes. Deena felt her breasts... two large metal rings passing thru her nipples. A note lay beside her... This is your new quarters. As you can see we sell dogs to wealthy women for sexual pleasure. We will use your pussy to train our dogs until your time here is complete. Food and water will be rewarded as you cooperate in the training of our dogs. Tears stained Deena face as she read and re-read the note... and remembered the events of the night before. * * * "Morning. Did you enjoy helping last night?" The Caretaker gloated at the picture before him. Deena looked up from her cage, tears still stinging her eyes. "Why?" Was all she could muster. "You agreed to come work here. Didn't you?" "Yes. But I did not agree to this..." Deena pointed to the note laying upon the ground. "Didn't ask either, so you didn't disagree." Her stood over her thrusting his hands into his pockets. Modesty seemed... not misplaced but useless. Deena lay naked at the corner of the cage. "Do I have a choice?" "No. The time will pass soon enough." He paused. "Up to a training session?" "NO!" Deena almost shrilled. "Suit yourself. Ring the buzzer at the corner there," he pointed, "when you change your mind. Oh, breakfast will be after your first training session..." He turned to leave. Deena's stomach growled at the mention of breakfast. She remembered the note. Her stomach turned inside her. No... the Caretaker disappeared into the kennels. The sun rose high in the warm spring air. Deena was thirsty as well as hungry. She looked at the buzzer. No... She waited. The day's sun passed to mid-day... Thirst got her first. Deena pressed the buzzer. She waited, nothing. She pressed it again and again... and again. "Yes?" A voice came from a speaker above the cage. "I'm thirsty... and hungry..." Deena trailed into silence. Her voice resigning her to her duties for the remaining four weeks or so... "Are you ready to begin training?" "No." She paused, "Do I have a choice?" "Not really. You will give in eventually." "I realize that!" Deena welled up in anger. "So what do you want of me?" "Proceed down the tunnel to the kennel. We have been working with a dog for some weeks now. We need to test his training." "And what do I do?" Nothing. No one spoke. "Hey! What do you want me to do when I get there?" Nothing. Silence... Deena crawled thru the small runway joining her cage with the kennel. At the doorway she entered a larger caged area. She could stand. It was a relief to her muscles. She stood, stretched and looked about her cage. Several doggie doors appeared to be in each wall. She arched her back. It ached from being bent over. Deena felt about her tender nipples. A tear streaked her cheek as she examined the steel loops at each breast. A sound... Deena turned about quickly. A large dog, a very large dog appeared thru one of the doorways. He padded about examining his new domain. She felt fear... knowing what was expected. She kept her back to the wall watching him. He approached her. Sniffing at her feet, then at her sex. Deena turned his head away gently. He fought her but turned away. Another doorway opened. The Caretaker hand a plate with a sandwich and a glass of water thru to Deena. She grasped the water drinking it down quickly. "Another, please." She handed the glass back. The dog approached her again. He seemed interested in her sandwich. Deena pushed him back. He seemed a bit more forceful not with to be deterred. His large head press upon her side. She moved about. He followed. He pushed her again. This time jostling her balance. Deena tore off a piece of the sandwich. He gulped it down pressing award with her. He seemed more interested in 'her'. His muzzle pressing upon her bottom as her bumped her about the room. She continued to discourage he companion brushing him away, scolding and discouraging. He persisted. Finally Deena staggered at a particularly aggressive bumping, losing her balance and falling forward. He was on her with surprising quickness. She struggled crawling forward, trying to regain her feet. He growled nipping at the back of her neck. Fear swept thru Deena. She struggle to get away. His weight was too much for her. She felt pinned to her knees. He mounted her. Deena struggled again. He growled clutching her softly but very firmly at the back of the neck. He mounted her. His massive cock find its mark almost immediately. At every struggle the grip tightened upon the back of her neck. Finally, Deena gave in being very firmly 'taken' by her mate. His knot nearly spit her as he forced it into her. Deena began to cum. It was so difficult to resist. It felt so good inside her... and she hated the passions that betrayed her, so fully pleased her body. It seemed forever before the knot slipped from her body. Deena struggled upright. The dog turned knocking her down again. He cleaned her sex. She came again and again. She felt slutty... good, too good, shame filling her as her passions soared again and again. Finally the Caretaker called him off. Deena stood... "Satisfied?!" She demanded. "Enjoy the show, you fucking pervert!" She ragged, tears stinging her eyes again. "Yes, actually I did. That dog has been trained to 'take' a woman. Our client has a surprise in store for colleague, a kind of payback for an affair with his wife, if you get my meaning. We had to see if he would actually 'take' you." "Well, he did. And there was no deterring him either." Deena reached for the glass of water he passed thru the doorway. "There will is a plate, dinner, and water waiting at your kennel when you return." Deena starred blankly as the doorway closed leaving her alone in the middle of her training room. Nothing, not a sound. She stood weeping before kneeling to return to her kennel. Deena crawled thru the small passageway. Her own kennel, at the other side of the yard was next to what, just yesterday had been her room. Her kennel was a bit larger than most of the other dog kennels. Deena could not stand upright, stooping was, well, all she could manage and that would wear on her back soon enough... she was obliged to crawl about on all fours most of the time. THERE was her dinner, a people dinner... salad, chicken, etc. sitting in her very own doggie bowl... with her name on it... and a shinny stainless steel watering bowl next to it. Deena was furious! She cursed her captors vilely before curling up into the corner of her kennel, sobbing. After what seemed like hours Deena began to eat her dinner. The very effort angered her, but then the whole of the current situation was infuriating, degrading, and... she was still hungry. Then came natures call... Deena crawled about fussing. Then she pressed the buzzer. "Yes." "I.... I have to use the toilet." Deena choked at having to confess to someone of her bodily functions. Another buzzer sounded from behind her. "Use the porta facility for the time being." A door opened at the far end of her kennel, the one leading to her old room. Her heart leaped skipping several beats. Could it be... could she be so lucky... She crawled thru the passage way into a wooden box fastened to the wall of her old room. With a bit of difficulty she could position herself upon the porta-potty. Hope faded as relief came to her bowels. She could not stay here... it was back to the kennel. Deena's heart sank with despair as she curled up in her corner to sleep. The morning sun warmed Deena's skin. A cold nose jolted her into wakening reality. The brute from last night had found his way into her kennel. Deena struggled upon all fours to fend him off, to escape, to discourage him. NOT. The dog becoming frustrated with her efforts became more aggressive showing his teeth and growling. Deena, frightened, submitted. He mounted her almost immediately pausing only to sniff about her sex. Deena's heart revolted, but her body soon found complicity, pleasure, and passion fulfilled as this dog's cock filled her pussy. Deena forgot to weep as waves of orgasm swept thru her womb. Damn he felt good!! Too good!! Deena chastised herself for her own pleasures, resisting, fighting not to submit... the dog pummeled on. She came again as his hot knot burnt into her sex... As the knot slipped from her Deena rolled onto her back in exhaustion. The dog nuzzled her legs apart and cleaner her to another sweeping orgasm. Deena lay exhausted as the dog strolled down the tunnel from her own kennel. "Good. Brutus has performed better than I expected." The speaker blared. Deena gasped. She had forgotten about onlookers. Modesty, decence, propriety... Deena covered her sex, her chest, she got up, stooping as the cage demanded... she cursed and fell to the ground, curling about in her corner. "Damn you".... Deena sobbed. The morning passed, dull and boring. As the sun hit noon day the buzzer sounded again. "Please, go to the training room." Deena complied. Resisting was pointless. She crawled along the passageway. Arriving at the training room Deena stood. At least she could stand!!!! and stretch!! It felt so good, but then she knew the price. Soon Brutus arrived... to submit of give in? Deena was tired of getting fucked, but then she knew too that Brutus was going to have his way with her. She pranced, postured a bit, and knelt down submitting her sex to Brutus... and she did enjoy the sex, tho that too was embarrassing to her. After Brutus was finished the door to the training room opened. A man, a man Deena did not know entered. Deena struggled with her sense of modesty... embarrassed at her nudity, and her swollen wanton sex. Brutus strode between the two people. He firmly placed himself between his 'woman', his 'bitch', and this other male. He growled staking claim. The man exited. "Excellent. We treated the man with a male pharemone. Brutus fended off the suitor. He is ready to deliver. I'll just bet our clients colleague will be surprised. What do you think?" Deena finally saw the picture. Brutus was to 'take' the wife, claim her as his bitch, and separate the husband from her sexually. Well, it certainly might work... "Yeah. I think it might just work." Deena quipped. "It might just work..." It was truly as devious a pay back as she had ever heard or considered. She chuckled aloud... "Good. Thank you for your help. We will begin training several younger dogs tomorrow. You up to it?" Deena choked at the thought, but then this is she where she is at the moment. "No, but I guess I don't have too much of a choice." She trailed off into silence. "I'm glad you see that. Your room is available so long as you continue to see your part in the training program." * * * * Deena crawled the length of the run to her own kennel. The door to her room was indeed open. She stepped inside. The door was locked, of course. She could not escape. Her clothes were gone, the bed was still there and her books, something to do at least. Deena collapsed upon the bed falling into a exhausted sleep. Her humanity denied. Deena remained a training tool at the kennel. They were not going to let her be anything else. Refuse and they simply forced the issue. So what was left to her? Exactly. Be the trainer, and well, enjoy the benefits of great sex, bide her time, the time she had agreed to pay, the payment for her best friend's safety. "Good Morning, Deena. Meet your new charges. They are two young labs, full of energy. It is your responsibility to teach them of your sex. You, your sex particularly, must become theirs over the next several weeks. A wealthy client wants them to become active enough to possess a younger wife while he is away on business. " The two labs had reached their growth though obviously not fully matured. Deena found their fur soft and them delightful. She petted one and scratched his ears. "They will live with you for the next several weeks. You will become their Mistress, their bitch. Reject or deny them and, well, it won't go so well for you." Deena did not need to be reminded. And her own exposure would not allow for much diversion of the two labs. "Well, boys..." She sat on the edge of the bed scratching eager ears. Deena revolted at the thoughts of what she must do... her pussy flushed warm. One of the dogs scented her emotion and strained to explore her sex. Deena pushed him back instinctively. "Not yet anyway..." She would have another moment of dignity at least. "I'm hungry." With that Deena crawled thru her doggie door and into her own kennel. Her water bowl was full. Deena lifted it, to preserve its cleanliness... The doggie door had latched shut behind her. Try as she might it would not budge. "Damn it!!" She exclaimed aloud. She set the bowl upon the ground. Sitting in the corner struggling with her anger the speaker crackled. "Yes. You will be confined to the kennels thru the daylight. You may groom and bath at the compounds training room. You will be fed and watered with your charges. Any questions?" Deena sat fuming. Questions?? Why bother! A tear stained her cheek. A quiet sob shook thru her bosom. She was a human being, not a dog... She sat in silence. The curious pup crowed into her sex sniffing about. What the hell... Deena let her legs part slightly. His nose was cold and damp. She shuddered. His tongue flickered across her labia. Deena relaxed her poster a bit further accommodating his advances. She stroked his head as he explored her sex. She was becoming aroused. It angered Deena that her body responded to this thing. "Alright. If we're gonna do this lets get it right." Deena began working with her eager partner. Almost immediately a wave of forbidden pleasure swept thru her loins, deep inside passions were on fire and building rapidly. Deena moved to her hands and knees, the pup seemed eager as he mounted her from behind. Deena calmed the dog as best she could inside her kennel. The other pup was prancing about, nipping at her and at the dog mounting her. Deena lost focus for only a moment, then she felt his large hot cock penetrate her sex. The air rushed out of Deena's lungs as intense pleasures exploded inside. Her mind, her body, her whole being focused upon the sensations within her sex. Pleasures ran wildly thru her. Caught for the moment off guard no inhibitions dampened her passions. The center of her sex caught fire and swept her into another place. An orgasm raced from her loins expanding into her tummy... her breasts... her legs... her mind... her toes curled tightly as his knot slipped into her tying them with her passions unbridled. Deena felt overcome as the pup began filling her womb with hot jism. Her arms collapsed. Her breath faltered. Another orgasm raced thru her being... Deena unable, and unwilling, to fend off the second lab found herself mounted almost immediately upon the release of the first. She braced herself emotionally, physically. Her sex on fire, her mind beyond control, her passions unbridled... "Oh, yes... FUCK ME!!! Fuck my pussy..." She trailed off into that other placed. In the end collapsing in spent exhaustion. The next few days passed quickly for Deena. The sexual appetite of the male dog is impressive... times two... Deena was spent, and sore from use. When given pause to consider Deena still felt revolted at dining with the dogs, drinking from the same bowl... and being their bitch. After the first week the two pups seemed comfortable approaching Deena's sex. By the end of the second week they owned her... took her as often as they liked, and they liked it very often. Deena began sleeping with her trainees. The training of Deena and the lab pups had gone along very well. "There is a party at the main house tonight. You will be escorted before sunset. There you will be clean up, groomed, and presented for the evening." The speaker fell silent. Deena did not care much for the news that came from the speaker, and this did not feel much different. A truck arrived just as the sun was setting. Deena crawled thru the kennel door and into another kennel cage. This was winched on the flat bed. Deena was take to the main house without a word. "Take her to the showers. And see that she is properly prepared for the party tonight." A man she did not know spoke to the Caretaker. The Caretaker held a hand out to Deena. She felt obliged taking his hand as she exited her kennel cage. It felt good to straighten stiff legs. Several weeks ago her very nudity in front of these people would have been of tremendous embarrassment to Deena. Now she strode quietly beside the Caretaker following his lead to the showers. They were real showers!! Deena stood forever letting the warm water fall upon her body. It felt so very good to be clean, to be a human being again. There was shampoo and conditioners. Deena fussed, lathered, cleaned, and re-cleaned. Leaving the shower she found mirrors and blow driers and make up. She had received specific instructions about body hair. Deena shaved every follicle smooth from her toes to her chin. Deena's spirit soared as she groomed herself. Deena stroked her soft hair until it glistened in the lights... and there were lotions to soften delicate skin. Deena lavished herself with time and care. Finally she stood, a beautiful woman. Her hair and fair skin glistening in the light. Her eyes, highlighted and accented, shone like deep pools of rich chocolate. Deena's delicate cheeks highlighted with a rosy glow, her lips full of color . Deena left the dressing room. The Caretaker was waiting for her. He fastened a shiny diamond studded dog collar about her neck securing it with a tiny lock. He attached a shimmering white gold lead to the tiny loop on the collar. "Here. Change your nipple rings for these... and install this." He handed her two shiny golden diamond studded nipple rings... and a shiny tail attached to a large butt plug. Deena starred with surprise and disbelief at her tail. "You're kidding, right?" Deena knew the answer but felt compelled to ask the rhetorical. He simply shook his head. Her collar sparkled in the lights. Her breasts firm and round proudly displayed her glittering diamond studs. Deena slithered a bit of lotion about the butt plug before struggling to insert it into her bottom. It was awkward, butt in the end... After several steps it seemed to slip more comfortably into her rectum. The bulb was sufficiently large and the neck narrow enough that it would not slip from her. She felt a need the shit. Butt that was the effect of the plug... oh well. The Caretaker took her lead in hand escorting her into a large dinning hall. There in the center of the room was a small stage covered in pillows with two large doggie bowls. Deena dared not believe other wise as she was soon tethered to an eye bolt a the center of the stage. Deena fluffed the pillows and comforted herself as best she could. Within minutes the guests began to arrive. It was a full house... and Deena was the center of attentions and conversation. Her dinner arrived with the rest of the guests, just in her bowls. Deena struggled with her own humanity and embarrassment as she began to eat her dinner. It was an excellent dinner. One for which under different circumstances she would have been delighted to pay a days wages. She ate in silence... There was a buzz of conversation about the room. Tho mostly in whispers Deena could over hear bits a pieces of their comments. Some appraised her beauty. For these Deena was grateful. It was nice to be appreciated. There were those that observed her form, her body, her nudity before them... and her situation. Of these Deena felt self-conscious, embarrassed by her very presence in the room. They angered her. A few comments were directed at her obedience, her lack of humanity and the dignity with which she seemed to bare the situation. Deena could at least respect these. Though she was given to a dreadful feeling of self-consciousness and over all embarrassment about the whole of the evening. It was not her choice, nor even in her imagination prior to several weeks ago, to ever find herself sitting at center stage of a dinner party... much less in this current scenario. Deena picked about at her dinner bowl. She felt thirsty... the bowl was fastened to the stage. Deena thought to forgo a drink but before the dinner was complete thirst won out. Deena was forced to lap her water like the bitch they had forced her to become. Applause met her ears. Deena blushed in silence nearly choking upon her drink. "Ladies and gentlemen..." The Host called for silence. "If you would adjourn to the theater." People began to file out of the room. A buzz began to build in the conversations. It concerned Deena. The Caretaker came to reclaim her lead. Deena followed thru another door adjacent to the exit of the guests. Deena was led to a padded bench. This bench Deena remembered from her earlier encounter. The Caretaker fastened her ankles to the bench in front of her. Then bending her over he slipped her nipple rings over two small hooks effectively attaching her breasts to the opposite side of the bench. Her wrists he bound beneath the bench and to her ankles doubling her about the bench. Her new tail he lifted upon her back fastening it to her collar. Finally a large bit gag was secured to Deena mouth. She felt frightened, bound and immobile... exposed. The curtain drew... Deena was center stage of the theater... with an audience. The audience applauded. Deena blushed with embarrassment her sex, her dignity, her body fully exposed to whomever. The first of what would be several dogs trotted onto the stage... and mounted Deena. Her body, though not her emotions reacted predictably. A tear trickled along Deena's cheek falling silently to the ground in front of her. Doggie cum stained her bottom as the first slipped from her sex. He lapped at her, cleaning most of his cum from her. Deena came again with the attention to her sex. A small pool of tears began to form below Deena. The second, larger dog was led on to the stage. The pool grew... At the conclusion of the evenings entertainment Deena heard footfalls at her back. "Yes. She is particularly beautiful... and so submissive. What would you take for her?" "Not for sale as such. But I'll tell you what, name the day and for $1500 I'll deliver her to your cottage for your party... and for another $1000 you can keep her for the weekend." "Done." The footfalls ebbed as Deena numbed with stunning horror realized that she, her services, had just been sold, like a commodity for a price." The energies wept slowly from her as the Caretaker undid her bindings. He did not notice the small pool of Deena's tear beneath his boot. Three more weeks... what more could there be. Deena sat in silence at the ride back to her kennel. Loneliness began to set in before mid-morning. Her pets, the two dogs she had been training were gone. No one came to her kennel. Nothing to do. Alone with her emotions, her reflections upon the past weeks, who she was and what the future, her future, not just this day or week but the many tomorrow's might hold... What about a husband? How could she, how would she tell him about her weeks at the kennels? About her developing lusts, the pleasures of the knot... How could he understand? Or would he care too... And children? She had dreamed of kids one day. Could they ever understand or respect a mother from the kennels? Then more immediately, her humanity... taken from her here, she had become a training bitch, little more than a bitch-dog breeding and training dogs with her own sex for her Master's entertainment and pleasure. She did not feel like a person. Her humanity assaulted at every level, feeding from bowls, fucking with dogs, living in a kennel... The very center of her feminine identity challenge, being turn and used against her... and she didn't seem to care... though deep inside the flame smoldered deep beneath the blanket of this reality. Deena curled up in the corner of her kennel staring blankly into space. It was the Master of the House that jolted Deena from her deep emotional trance. "Please remove the diamond studs and replace them with your nipple rings. You have done well servicing this House. My clients are very pleased with you... and you are lovely. You have earned the studs. They will be returned to you upon your leaving us." He smiled down at Deena as she exchange the diamond studs in her nipples for the steel rings. "As you know I have sold your services for the coming weekend for a healthy fee. Perform well it will go well for you." He paused as if pondering something. Deena looked upwards seeing but not really seeing the Master in front of her. "If you choose to continue your services on an out-of-kennel arrangement you may keep the diamond necklace... Consider it... a weekend once month or two may not be out of the question for such a thing." He smiled and left. Deena grunted at the suggestion... but then she sat considering the beauty of the necklace she had worn at the Gala last evening... maybe... Her thoughts muddled into confusion. The caretaker only returned to bring meals. The day drug slowly, so very slowly on into sunset... Deena missed her two dogs. And that too shocked her, for they kept her mounted with surprising frequency. Seldom allowing much peace. Her body felt empty, alone, yearning for her companions, lovers... Deena felt a tear trickle down her cheek... A tear for those dogs that had been fucking her... Her fingers danced lightly across her labia. Another tear fell... The morning brought her next challenge... another dog, to fuck her... "You will teach this one of anal sex, and oral sex. He will not know your pussy. His Master is interested in keeping his wife pussy to himself and training her with this dog. Her ass will belong to the dog... and the Master of the House wishes you to learn of canine fellatio." The dog instinctively began to sniff at Deena's sex. She felt no sense of propriety or modesty to deter this new companion from her loins. In fact the cool of his nose, the flicking of a tongue upon her sex was... invigorating. Deena flushed with embarrassment at the responses of her own mind and body... she spread her legs wider. The caretaker watched. Deena starred directly into his eyes. "Enjoying yourself?" She chided all the while not attempting to deter the dog from her sex. "Yes. In fact I am." He watched... Deena starred directly back guiding the dogs head into her sex... His tongue felt good. Deena starred. The caretaker watched. Deena came, convulsing in body and breath... in silence, never blinking or flinching, challenging the caretaker. He watched too. The bulge in his pants announcing his opinion of the events before him. Upon recovering Deena helped the dog mount her guiding his doggie cock into her ass. The caretaker smiled. Deena's eyes met the challenge.... With time the caretaker left Deena with her new companion. She fail to even find embarrassment at being watched at the Doberman service her in front of him. Deena recomposed herself after the intrusion into her privacy. Deena began to consider the idea of doggie fellatio. She did not like the images in her mind... but then she knew too that she would have little choice... She sat in the dirt, naked scratching the ears of her knew lover. She didn't mind the dogs anymore. She had grown accustomed to their passions. They took her often. Her sex enjoyed the attentions. In fact, at times she felt like she couldn't get enough energy upon her pussy. It felt overwhelming in its demands for her to fuck these dogs. Deena smiled... and she like to cum. They were much more aggressive than any man she had known. Their tongue felt like they swished across her tonsils, not glancing her "G" spot but rather deftly passing across it, working it, working her into a sexual frenzy. And their cocks, nearly as large as a man's, found her pussy wet, ready and very willing. They were like pistons never ending in their assault upon her sex. She came and came. And the knot tied her so tightly to them, well, it felt really hot upon her pussy as it sealed the two together. Her dogs never failed to satisfy her sexual passions, not like men who often seemed to cum well before her time leaving her wanting and unsatisfied.... But then men were attentive to HER as woman... that was well worth the difference... yet, here and now, Deena liked fucking her dogs... a lot!! As fortunes would have it her new lover rolled to his back. Deena scratched at his tummy. She looked for what seemed like an hour, tho was really less than a minute. This did not appeal to her. Deena's hand found the sides of his doggie dick. Lightly she massaged his sheath about his cock. The pink tip began to appear as he whimpered slightly at her touch. She paused. Then began to massage in cock again. More appeared... a tiny drop of creamy pre-cum wetted the tip end. Deena stomach turned and knotted. Yuck!! She wiped it clean before bending down to attempt fellatio with her new lover, a Doberman. His cock tasted of salt. Deena closed her mind to the images haunting her. His cock expanded into her mouth. It felt of raw sausage against her tongue. Deena began a steady rhythm. She did not feel like foreplay fellatio as she often did with a man. It was salty, and crude... but with patience he came into Deena's mouth. She gagged a bit at first, swallowed a the next burst and withdrew her mouth as her hand encourage the doggie to finish his load. Deena had done it. Now she must train this dog by repeating her performance often. That was still an unattractive thought. The weekend of the party was upon her before Deena knew it. She was truly not prepared, but then just exactly how does one prepare for such a thing... Being loaded completely naked into her kennel Deena bounced along in the back of the truck, dust from the kennel road choked her, matted her hair and formed a filmy thin coat of crud over her body. Deena coughed covering her mouth with hand. The ride smoothed out at the pavement. For the most part she felt hidden from sight, but still... Deena was totally naked sitting in the corner of her kennel bouncing along in the back of a truck. The ride took an hour or so. Deena's legs felt of cramps as they opened her kennel. "I've invited a half dozen or so of my friends for the evening. You will see that they are entertained. Jamie here will help see to your needs and attire for the evening. Your gonna be a sight tonight!" The man crowed as he scrutinized Deena's every part. Deena felt violated as she followed behind Jamie. Deena showered and cleaned up in utter silence. There were no diamonds for her nipples, and no sparkling necklace. Deena washed up blowing her hair to a fine wisp of beauty. She was lead to the center of a banquet room where she was locked into a common pillory, her legs spread wide, her head and wrist locked into the retention holes. A bit gag was strapped into her mouth. Deena stood helplessly exposed, muted, to all who might passed her. Soon the guest began to arrive. There was no dignity for Deena. Many of the guest sauntered past her caressing, exploring, fingering and touching every secret tender area of her body. She felt exposed, used, and violated as her sex was critiqued, fondled and explored by all concerned.... and there were dogs everywhere. Deena was in for a long degrading night. This was not at all like the dignified party of last week. Deena wept silently. Deena was the center of conversation as she heard it... crude, ghastly, deriding, conversations about her, her morals, her body... No one knew her, nor of her, nor cared to spend a concern to find out. Deena felt hunger. Nothing. Not even food in her bowl. No one took notice of her except in derision. As dinner ended the table began to clear away. She remained locked in her pillory, gaged and mute. The first of sign of her night began to bark. Then another, and another... the room about her began filling with dogs. Deena struggled to see, to count... eight... ten... She could not see all about the room. NO. This can not be!! Deena's eyes became wild in near panic at the situation... The first dog mounted her. The panic intensified... in a few minute her own body began to betray her. Her tummy tightened. Her pussy flushed warm. The knot passed her clit... she began to shudder... A loud cheer went up from the crowded room. Deena's orgasm faltered as the raucous yanked her back to the moment. The dog came in Deena's pussy. Jism oozed trickling down her inner thigh. Another cheer and crude observations... and another dog... Dog after dog mounted her. Deena did not keep count, she did not care to know. She felt awful about herself and her womanhood. She hated the building orgasms that she could seldom control or prevent. Each reaction of her body to the dogs brought degrading comments and cheers from the audience. This was a horrible experience! Finally they were finished with her. She was loaded, naked, slimy, cum soaked and disgusted with herself. Each bounce of the truck brought ooze from her pussy and rectum. Deena felt disgusting... used. The next week pasted quietly for Deena. She trained another dog and then a pup for the Master of the House. She had not only grown accustomed to her duties but actually enjoyed them. At weeks end it was time for Deena to leave her service at the kennel. She sat quietly at sunrise awaiting her furry friend. He did not come. Mid-morning came as Deena felt the presents of a man. It was the Master of the House "You have served me well during your time here. It is a tribute to you that you would choose to make this sacrifice for your friend. Although I am sure you will never tell her the truth of it all." He smiled at Deena. "These are yours." He handed the diamond studs thru the kennel cage. "Please leave the iron rings upon the dresser. You will find your clothes upon the bed within and your tank is full. If you will stop at the Manor House I would consider it a privilege for you to make use of the facilities to clean up before you leave... and we will discuss the necklace over lunch." He turned in silence and left. Deena starred at the diamond studs in her hand. They were prettier than she remembered. Deena tried the kennel door. Yes. It was open. She stood tall and stretched about for a few minutes. Her clothes were packed neatly in her suit case. All was exactly as it was the afternoon of her arrival. Deena slipped into her panties. She began to chuckle, then laugh. How truly odd it felt to have fabric upon her loins. She slipped the iron loops from her nipples and replaced them with the beautiful diamond studs. Her nipples glittered in brilliance. She did not cover them. Rather Deena slipped into her jeans, tied shoes on her feet and headed for the garage. Her car was clean, spotless, waxed - polished and ready to ride. Deena tossed her suit case into the back as she slipped behind the wheel. Her first inclination was to escape, to drive madly away from this place.... Deena began to contemplate as she drove along the pathway... A part of her was so very glad to be at an end of this nightmare... and another part would miss her furry companions. She knew her sex would miss the attentions. She had become used to orgasms not daily but nearly every hour of the day. Her body would miss it. Deena would miss the devotion of her furry friends too. They just loved... and loved fucking her. And she loved it too. Without a thought she turned at the entrance to the Manor House. "Hell, why not! A shower and lunch would be nice." Deena said aloud. She pulled quietly into the circular drive at the entrance. The valet took her car as Deena strode to the FRONT door. Now she was the guest... and was being treated like a Lady. The warm water flowed deliciously about her body. Deena stood for twenty minutes just enjoying the clean warmth. Deena shampooed her hair three times before she stepped out of the shower. She slipped into her clean panties and jeans... still not top. Let the diamonds she had earned glitter!! Besides they had all seen her breasts... and more, much more. So what was there to hide really. A matron helped Deena dry her hair, brushing, combing, and grooming it to such a silky shine. Deena used the make up lightly, after all it was afternoon not an evening at the Opera. Finally Deena strode to the dining room. The table set quietly for two. Deena sat properly at the table like a Lady... a bare chested Lady, but with dignity none the less. The Master of the House joined her promptly. "I'm glad you chose to join me at lunch. You are a stunningly beautiful young woman." He sat down graciously. Deena smiled. "I hope your stay has not been too unmerciful." Deena's eyes flashed fire. "Surely you jest. I was kept in a cage, treated like an animal, and put on display for your friends." Deena dished her food with an air of defiance. "Yes, well, that can not be helped I am afraid. You see I don't believe you would have paid the debt had you understood the nature of things." "You got that right." Deena chewed her food. It was truly delicious. "Correct. But you have exhibited such a flair, a passion for the dogs... and you are so lovely... and responsive to them." He faltered a bit almost embarrassed. He placed the necklace upon the table. It was truly stunning!! Deena was taken with it immediately. Only the memory of her nightmare weekend tempered her grasping at it. "And..." "Well, you'd be on call for services for a year or so..." He paused. "The last weekend was a horrible nightmare. No." Deena said flatly. "I see. Well, he can be a bit crude to be sure, but then for $1500 he pays for the privilege too." "But what's that to me?" Deena asked flatly. "After all I get the same for crude as I do for dignity." "A percentage then... say 20% and the necklace... for 18 months." The Master fell silent after his proposal. Deena ate without a word. She finished her meal without another word between the two. She was full. Deena stopped eating starring directly at the Master of the House. Her hand moved quickly scooping up the necklace. In another second it was clasped about her neck. "Do you have a Mirror?" "This way, please." Deena walked as instructed. She preened in front of the mirror for five full minutes before turning away. "I need a few weeks to recover my humanity before you call." With that Deena strode bare chested, sparkling in the sunlight to her car. The Master smiled in silence "This will be a good deal for me too Missy..." Your comments are always welcome with Golffdude45@AOL.com
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