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How the fuck could this happen? My plan was bullet proof. There was no way the boss could have found out about the missing money. Or did he? But why else did his hit men drag me out of my bed in the middle of the night and brought me here?

Why else did they tie me to this metal chair in the middle of a completely white tiled room? But then, again, my plan was bullet proof! How the hell did he find out? Maybe he didn't and this all was about something else?

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me introduce me to you. I'm the bookkeeper of a small, rather insignificant mobster boss. My boss is not very high up in the hierarchy, but he makes his money. Lots of it. He traffics drugs, of course, but his second pillar is sex.

And he earns more money with sex than with drug trafficking. I guess he primarily does that to get the protection from the real bosses. You see, he provides rather exclusive services to rich people who can afford it. Services you don't get elsewhere. For example, he provides little boys or girls to rich pedophiles. He also provides slaves for torture and even snuff stuff. Such kind of things. I know, it's sick, but hell, it earns good money. And lots of it, I know.

And he himself is quite kinky, to say the least. He loves leather, is bi and has one slave for himself. I wouldn't like to be in his slave's shoes, that's for sure. I don't know if he chose to be the way he is, or if he got in the way somehow. But that doesn't really matter. The boss had his arms and legs removed, and his teeth also. His balls and his dick is also gone, and he can't talk. The boss had his voice box removed. And his body is totally hairless.

Also, Boss had his his nipples removed. It is totally sexless. He is boss's sex toy. He doesn't leave bosses bed, how could he? He just lies there and waits for boss to use him. And boss is quite insatiable, so he's a busy toy.

I've seen him once when I was in boss's bedroom. Don't ask why. He tried to move, but he couldn't do much. He managed to move a little by using his head. It seemed he was nothing more than a cushion in bosses bed.

And I stole over 1.000.000$ from this guy. It didn't seem to be such a bad idea in the beginning. I thought my plan was really bullet proof. The scheme seemed to be perfect. But it seems it wasn't. Well, I'm guessing here, but what else could it be?

And, sitting here tied to this chair didn't make me more comfortable. Something went terribly wrong. If I only knew what...

Then boss entered the room. Soon I'd know what I was up for.

"Well, well...", he said.

"Hello...", I said tentatively.

"Wow. You don't get that often, I'd say. A piece of shit that can speak."

"Why did you bring me here?", I asked.

"Hmm, a piece of shit asking questions. I think you know exactly."

I tried to look clueless.

"No, I don't. I haven't done anything wrong.", I nearly cried.

"So you don't think that stealing over 1.000.000$ from me isn't wrong?", he asked.

Shit, he knew. But how could he? Maybe he was just fishing here.

"What are you talking about?", I asked pretending not to know.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Tell me where the money is and it won't get painful.", he said.

"Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about!", I screeched.

"OK, your choice. I know you did it, so you'll have to suffer. His fingers. Left hand. All of them. And use the sledge hammer.", he ordered his hit men.

This was bad. Really bad. Did I have a choice? If I gave him the money, I'd be dead. If I didn't give him the money, I'd suffer. What should I do? I didn't know. Maybe I should gamble.

"PLEASE, DON'T! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!", I screeched.

"Yes, you did. Maybe you'll remember when your hand is wrecked.", he said coldly.

One of the hit men made me form a fist and put a tray beneath it. Then he fetched a hammer from behind me and aimed at my fist.

When I felt the cold metal on my hands I got really scared.

"Please don't do that!", I begged.

"Proceed.", boss said coldly.

Then he hit man lifted the hammer and crushed it down on my hand. The pain was excruciating. I passed out immediately. But they didn't leave me in oblivion long. After some seconds I woke up again. They used smelling salts on me.

My hand hurt like hell. It was unbearable. But I still resisted.

"What do you want from me? Please stop!", I begged.

"Again.", boss said.

And before I could say a thing the hammer went down on my already smashed hand again. I passed out, but not for long.

"PLEASE STOP!", I begged.

"Tell me where the money is and I'll stop.", he said.

"I don't know where your money is! What money?", I cried.

"The other hand."

The hit man took my other hand and put a tray beneath it, just like before.

"Are you ready now?", the boss asked.

"Please stop! I don't know nothing!", I cried, still pretending to be clueless.

"Go."

And then the hammer crushed down on my other hand. Again the same game. I passed out, and they used smelling salts.

"PLEASE DON'T DO IT!", I cried.

"Tell me where the money is and I'll let you go.", he said.

"You'll kill me!"

"For that you're way to valuable. Again!"

The hammer went down on my hand again. The pain was very intense and I gasped for air. This time I didn't pass out, unfortunately. I cried blue murder.

"Please, I don't know anything!", I begged when I got my breath back.

"Wrong answer. His right elbow!", he ordered.

"Please, please, I'll tell you!", I said.

The pain was unbearable by now. I couldn't take it any longer.

"Good. Where is the money?", he asked.

"National Bank of Cayman. Account number is 485948."

"Very well. Let me check that. What's the phone number of your agent?", he asked.

I gave him the number and he called the bank. He was satisfied.

"Very well. I knew you are a good boy. But still, you need to be punished.", he said after he confirmed that the money was on that account.

"Please, don't! I told you everything!", I begged.

"But you still stole from me. You need to be punished, you piece of shit."

"I think I have an idea. I need a second slave. Yes, you'll do fine for that. I've been playing around with that thought for a long time. I just didn't have the guts until now. But you'll do fine.", he added.

"See to it that he won't touch anything ever again. Turn his hands into mush. He won't need them any more, as far as I'm concerned. And I want him to feel the pain. But leave everything else intact. We may still need it, I don't know yet. When you're finished, take him out.", he ordered his thugs.

"Please don't! Please, I've told you everything you wanted to know! Please... PLEASE!", I cried out in fear and pain.

"Shut up, you piece of shit.", he said and left the room.

Then his thugs went to work. They smashed my hands for good. They would never heal again. They didn't stop until every single bone in both my hands was shattered. I'd never be able to use my hands again. But I didn't care about that. The pain was excruciating. I passed out several times, and they always used the smelling salts on me. Until they thought I had enough. Then I passed out one last time. And then they let me sleep. A deep, dreamless sleep of oblivion.

When I woke up again, I stared directly into his eyes. I immediately felt a dumb, throbbing pain in my hands. Then I remembered.

"Hello, piece of shit.", he greeted me.

I looked around and saw another man by his side. He was huge and very muscular.

"I think you know Dr. Slayter. At least by name, I think. He'll make my dream come true, bitch.", he said.

I knew him. I had to send him large amounts of money from time to time. And shortly after that a new slave appeared. So I could only guess that he was the one "making" his slaves. I wasn't that stupid. I could put one and one together.

But I was still not myself. The pain distracted me. I couldn't think clearly.

"Yes.", I said.

"Good, he'll turn you into your real self, bitch.", he then said.

"Huh? What...", I started.

Then it began to dawn. He wanted to turn me into one of his slaves!

"Please don't! Don't do that to me! I'll do everything you want!", I begged desperately.

"Of course. When Dr. Slayter is finished with you, you won't have a choice anyway.", he replied.

"Whatever you have in mind, PLEASE don't do it! I'm much more useful to you as a bookkeeper! Please don't...", I whined.

"Well, I think we've seen how useful you are as a bookkeeper. Thanks for the money from the other accounts, by the way. Your agent was very informative. Well, we had to to convince him, but by now I think you know, that we're quite good at that. So, thanks for the offer, but... no. You'll never ever take care of my books again. But there's something else you can do for me, bitch.", he said

"Please don't! Please don't turn me into one of your slaves! I beg you! Show mercy!", I begged, but to no avail.

"Too late for that. But as Dr. Slayter says, you're perfect for what I have in mind for you.", he said.

"Yes, it won't be easy, but his bone structure and his figure will make things easier. Still, I'll need to do some serious work.", Dr. Slayter added grinningly.

"But then, we all love challenges, don't we? Otherwise life would be quite boring.", Dr. Slayter said.

"Right. Shall we begin?", he said.

"By all means. I can't wait to see my bitch in action.", Dr. Slayter responded.

Then he took a syringe and emptied the content into my arm.

"What will you do to me?", I asked frightened.

"You'll see...", he said and then everything went black.

Maggie gets born

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After that everything was a blur. I woke up sometimes, but when I did, my whole body was in pain. Thankfully it didn't take me long to pass out again. After a while things got different. I still woke up sometimes, but when I did I felt how my arms and legs moved. It was still painful, but not as much as before. I was blinded and couldn't see a thing then. It didn't take long until I felt a prick in my arm and then I passed out again.

And then everything was different. I woke up, and I didn't feel pain any more. I didn't feel a prick in my arm. I woke up for real.

I opened my eyes. I was totally disoriented and glad that I didn't have to feel the pain any more. Slowly my memories came back.

I remembered the torture and the thugs smashing my hands. I remembered Dr. Slayter standing beside him while they called me bitch. But then everything was blank. Well, besides the pain. That was burned into my brain. I wished not to feel such pain ever again.

Then I remembered what Dr. Slayter did. I panicked. What had he done to me?

Then, slowly, very slowly, the feeling came back to my body.

What should I say? Everything, really everything felt wrong. The first thing I noticed was my head. It felt like it was tilted up. It wasn't really comfortable. I tried to move it down, but it didn't work. Something prevented me from doing so.

Then I tried to reach my head with my arms. Though I could move them something was really, really wrong.

I couldn't bend my elbows. And of course I couldn't reach my head.

Something was really, really wrong. I didn't have time to take stock until he entered the room.

"What have you done to me?" , I tried to ask, but I only heard a high pitched howling coming out of my mouth.

When I moved my tongue to speak I realized that something was terribly, terribly wrong. The inside of my mouth felt strange at best and, what was worse, I couldn't feel my teeth!

"Look, who's awake! My very own bitch. My sweet Maggie!", he greeted me.

"What have you done to me?", I tried to ask, but once again I heard some high pitched whining coming out of my mouth.

"I bet you can't wait to see your new body, do you?", he said

New body? What did he mean with that? That couldn't be good. I tried to ask him again, but again I could only howl or whine, no matter how hard I tried to speak. In the end I looked at him quizzically.

"Yes, I know you're confused at the moment. You'll have to get used to your new self, and it won't be easy. I guess it won't be easy getting used to being a real bitch, but I'm sure you'll manage. Well, to be honest, I don't care at all. Actually, you have no choice. You will have to get used to it.", he laughed.

What was he talking about? What did he mean with that? Me a bitch? That couldn't be good! What the heck had he done to me? My mind raced. I tried to speak again, but again I only howled.

"I really like its voice. Great job you did there. I guess it wasn't easy. But it's so authentic. Like a real bitch.", he said to Dr. Slayter.

"Thank you. You're right. It wasn't easy, but it was worth the effort.", Dr. Slayter responded.

What the hell had they done to me? I needed to know badly. Well, maybe not, but I wouldn't get around that anyway. Once again I tried to speak, but it didn't work. So I howled demandingly.

"Yes, yes! Quiet, bitch. I'll show you Dr. Slayter's work now.", he said.

"She's ready, don't you think?", he asked Dr. Slayter.

"As ready as she'll ever be. I suggest you start with her face.", Dr. Slayter responded.

"Good idea.", he said.

I was totally confused. Why did they call me 'she'? What was this all about? He disappeared from my field of vision and returned with a mirror in his hand.

"Ready?", he asked.

I howled approvingly.

"OK, here we go.", he said and turned the mirror around.

I shrieked when I saw my face. This couldn't be true! This had to be a really, really bad dream! The face I looked into was distinctively mine, but totally disfigured. I could clearly recognize myself, but nevertheless I couldn't believe my eyes.

The most prominent thing in my face was the snout! I had a real snout! A long piece of flesh was protruding from where my mouth once was. But unlike a real dog's snout I didn't have flews. And I couldn't open my mouth any more. It was more like a tunnel ending in a round opening. It was about 6" long and at the end I recognized my lips.

I tried to close my mouth, or snout, but it didn't work. I couldn't close my mouth any more. And I couldn't see any teeth. I moved my tongue and felt around in my mouth. It was a smooth tunnel without any edges. I didn't even have jaws!

But there was more. My nose was completely missing. Instead I had two spiracles right above my snout! This couldn't be real! Now I knew what they meant when they called me a bitch! I howled out loudly in despair.

And my head hair was clipped down to half an inch.

"See, she likes it. As I told you.", he said to Dr. Slayter.

"Well, I hope so. It was a hard piece of work to fit the snout to your dick perfectly. Though she won't be perfect from the beginning. It'll take some time to train the appropriate muscles in her snout, but once she gets it you'll have lots and lots of fun with your new bitch.", Dr. Slayter explained.

What the hell were they talking about? Muscles, fun? What else was in store for me? I howled again quizzically.

"Well, you'll have to do your part and keep me happy. You're my fun bitch now. Your only job is to keep me happy. Dr. Slayter's work was quite expensive, but I hope it was well worth the money.", he said.

Then it dawned to me. I guessed his dick would fit perfectly into my snout. And since I couldn't close it he could put it in there every time he wanted!

I howled out in despair.

"I think she gets it. I think she should be tight enough, but unfortunately I can't guarantee it. That was my first time.", Dr. Slayter said.

"I'm sure you did a great job. I like it tight.", he responded.

"But now it's time to show her the rest, don't you think?", he asked Dr. Slayter.

"Why not?"

"For that I'll have to get a larger mirror.", he said and disappeared again.

He came back with a large mirror on rollers. He put it right alongside my bed. Dr. Slayter stood left of it and he at the right side.

Though I was covered with a sheet I could make out parts of my body. I was lying on my side and my arms and legs stuck out orthogonal to my body.

"Ready?", he asked.

I howled again.

"Well, here we go.", he said and removed the sheet.

Then I saw the full extend of the modifications. My legs were amputated right beneath the knees and my hands had been amputated! Instead there was something attached to my arms and legs that closely resembled paws!

I tried to move my arms, but I could only move them up and down. When I tried to move them to the side I was stuck. Same with my legs. What had they done to me?

I howled out loud again.

"I think she wants an explanation.", he said.

"Well, your master was so kind not to kill you for your indiscretions. By the way, what did you think? You couldn't honestly believe that he wouldn't notice, could you? Anyway, it doesn't matter any more. By now you must have figured out for yourself what he did instead, haven't you?", Dr. Slayter began.

At that moment I was pretty sure of what I was in for. I howled out loud again.

"Yes, that's right. He let me turn you into the bitch you really are. No need to cry about it. You made your choice and now you have to live with the consequences. It's done and it can't be undone. All changes are permanent. It wasn't easy, but in the end I think you're a great success.", he went on.

"Let me start with your face. As you can see, I worked on your mouth and your nose. I removed all your teeth and attached plastic rods to your jaws. Two to your upper jaw and two to your lower one. Then I cut your cheeks and pulled them over the rods. I had to stretch them quite a bit until they enclosed the whole length of the rods. I didn't want to destroy your lips or your cheek muscles, because you will still need them. During this process I injected more fat cells into your cheeks to make the conduit softer for your master. When your cheeks were finally stretched enough to fit over the rods, I implanted a rubber ring into your lips at the end of your snout. This way your muzzle is always open and available to your master. And I had to work on your tongue. I made it longer and more pointed. But that's only for the feeling. This way you can service your master better. When he sticks his dick into your nice snout, you can work with your cheek muscles, your tongue and your jaws. That should be a quite unique experience. As you have seen already, I also removed your nose. I only left you with spiracles above the root of your muzzle. At first I thought to put the spiracles at the top of your snout, but I discarded that idea eventually. It would have been too complex and this way you can always breathe when something is in there. I think it's much nicer this way. As you may have noticed, I also worked on your ears. I made them longer and more pointed. Like ears of a real bitch.", he continued.

I howled out loud when I head that. This couldn't be real, could it? I moved my tongue around in my mouth, or better, snout, and felt the rods he was talking about. And then I felt the rubber ring in my lips. I tried to close my mouth, but I had absolutely no control over my lips. They stayed the way they were, no matter how hard I tried. This couldn't be real, could it? But it felt so terribly real!

I howled again.

"She seems to like it, don't you think?", he said.

"Seems so. I'm glad. I just hope it fits your dick perfectly.", Dr. Slayter said.

"We'll see soon. And you should give it a try, too.", he responded.

"Thanks for the offer. Of course I will! I can't await it.", Dr. Slayter said.

"But fist, let me finish this. As you can see, I have removed your hands. They were fucked up, anyway. They wouldn't have healed. So don't mourn them. Instead, I attached custom made paws to your arm. There is a hinge inside them, so you can walk better on all fours. I also lodged your elbows into place. This way you make a better quadruped. You aren't able to bend them any more. I also amputated your legs right beneath the knee and attached the same paws to your knees. Your knee joints are now the joints of your paws. I took the horny skin from your hands and feet and put it around the paws. It healed nicely. I just hope that I got it right. If not, you won't be able to walk. But that chance is quite slim, so don't be afraid. But there's more. To make you a real quadruped I modified your hip joints and your arm joints. I restricted their movement. As a result, you won't be able to stand up any more. The only way to move is on all fours from now on. Just like a real bitch.", he explained.

This couldn't be real, could it? He made me a quadruped? He had to be kidding me! I tried to move my arm to the side, but it didn't work. It was somehow stuck. Something inside my arm restricted the movement. I tried to move them to the inside, but it was the same. I couldn't move it beyond the middle of my chest. Then I tried to spread my legs, but they were equally stuck. When I tried it up and down, I discovered that I could only move them by approximately 90 degrees. Same with my legs. Again I howled out loud in frustration and despair.

"As I said, I lodged them into place. But that's not the only thing I lodged into place. I also worked on your neck. Since you are a quadruped now, I had to tilt your head upwards and fix it in that position. Otherwise you'd be running around with a hanging head all the time. You can still move it sideways, but that's about it. I guess it feels kinda strange, but you'll have to get used to it. Since your head is supported by a metal rod now, I cut the muscles that enabled you to tilt your head. That was necessary to prevent them from clenching. So, assuming that you get help and escape from here, which is not even remotely possible, I'd strongly suggest not having that rod removed. Your neck would break immediately. In that case you'd literally be Johnny Look-In-The-Air. Well, assuming, that someone gets your joints moving again, and that should be impossible, I guess.", he continued his horror story.

I already tried to move my head down, and it didn't work. But I had to try again. It didn't work. Then I tried to move my head up, but that also didn't work. He really had done it! I couldn't move my head up or down any more. Totally frightened I tried to move it sideway. Fortunately that still worked. But once again I howled out. This couldn't be real! As it seemed right now he turned me into a real bitch! Meanwhile tears flowed down my face freely.

"I think that those are tears of joy, don't you? There's no way she can't like being a bitch.", he said.

"I think so, too. But anyway. She has to live with it. There's no way to revert that. Everything is permanent, as I said. But let me continue.", Dr. Slayter responded.

"Well, as you know, you can't speak properly any more. But that's all right. Bitches like you don't speak. They howl, whine or bark. You can't do the latter. For that you'd have to move your lips. But that's OK. Don't worry about that. Even though you still have your tongue, I modified your voice box a little. I cut your vocal chords here and there to disable you from speaking properly. Let's put it this way: Assuming you still had your mouth and your tongue, you wouldn't be able to talk intelligible, anyway. It's a procedure I invented for a client who wanted a baby girl for himself. Well, to cut a long story short, you won't be able to speak any more for the rest of your life. And nothing can change that."

I couldn't help myself and tried to insult both of them from the bottom of my heart, but only howling and whining came out of my snout. My tongue and vocal chords seemed to have a mind of their own. That made me cry even more. I couldn't stop myself.

"You see, she really likes it. I think she's shedding tears of joy.", he said.

"I think so, too. Can't think of anything else.", Dr Slayter responded.

"But let me get to my masterpiece: Your crotch. I hope it works out as intended. Your master had some really nice ideas I tried to implement. I really hope it worked. But first, would you please move the mirror so that she can see her crotch?", he asked him.

"Of course, I don't want her to miss this for anything in the world.", he said.

Then he moved the mirror so I could see my crotch. It didn't look good. I recognized my balls, but also something I didn't want to see at all.

"Let me explain: He didn't want you to be a ordinary bitch, but a bitch in heat. Constantly in heat, to be exact. So I came up with this: To keep you horny I had to keep your balls. And you still have them, as you can see. I first thought about implanting them into your abdomen, but he resisted. He wanted something to play with and something to remind you that you once were a man. Well, kind of. So I let them be. Instead, I removed your dick. Not completely, though. I managed to slice the spongy tissue of your dick in the middle without damaging the nerves and implanted one half in each of your thighs, right beneath your asshole. Then I made a clit from the head of your pathetic little dick. I put the sensitive tissue of your dick right between your thighs, also. No, don't cry yet, I'm just getting to the good bit. I also managed to give you a real pussy. Right beneath your asshole and above your balls. That wasn't easy with your balls still intact. But I did it. So your master can choose between two holes now."

I howled again. There was no dick between my legs any more. I couldn't see any of it, because I couldn't move my head down any more. Though I couldn't see my pussy I knew it was there. This couldn't be real! Me being fucked like a real bitch? Never ever!

"I hope it works out. You're the first one I did this procedure on. I can't be sure, but I hope that it works out like this: Whenever you move your thighs will rub against each other. Because of the sensitive tissue I put between your legs you'll get aroused and your spongy tissue will swell and become even more sensitive. Since it swells it will rub harder and you'll get hornier. So, everything once belonging to your dick will be supplied with more blood. Your clit will also swell. You'll feel some hardness between your legs, and something rubbing against the head of your dick. That will make you even hornier. Here's the catch: I cut enough nerves to never let you cum again. I had to leave you with your prostate, otherwise you'd be peeing all over the place by now. But I made sure you will never cum again. You'll only get hornier the more stimulation you get. The bottom line is this: Whenever you move your legs you'll feel like someone is masturbating you and get horny. But you won't get off. Never. So you're stuck in super horny mode forever. Since you still have your balls, they'll supply you with enough testosterone. In short, you'll always be ready for your master. When he fucks you in your new pussy, maybe, but just maybe, you'll get some kind of relief, but I wouldn't bet on that. So, get ready to serve your master!", he explained much to my horror.

"So, let's get the bitch on her feet, shall we?", Dr. Slayter said.

"Of course, I can't await it.", he answered.

"Would you be so kind and give me a hand?", Dr. Slayter asked.

"Sure!"

Then Dr. Slayter grabbed me under my arms and he took hold of my pelvis. They lifted me out of the bed and put me on all fours. It felt totally strange. I was quite wobbly at first and they supported me so I wouldn't fall to the side. It was so completely unnatural. Instinctively I tried to straighten my hip joint and get up, but it didn't work. I couldn't get my arms from the ground. I couldn't move my hip joint any more and nearly lost my balance.

I howled out in despair again. This couldn't be real! They couldn't really have me turned in a true quadruped! Once again I tried to get up, but it still didn't work.

Dr. Slayter seemed to know what I was trying and laughed at my useless attempts.

"Don't try to get up. You're a bitch now. And bitches crawl around on all fours. That's how it is for you from now on. I'm pretty sure that my procedures worked. You'll never ever stand on two legs again. Those days are definitely gone.", he said.

He was right. I couldn't get up any more, no matter how hard I tried. Then I turned my head and looked at me in the mirror. That couldn't really be me! Standing on all fours like this I really looked a little like a dog! Not really close, but one could imagine what I was! The snout in my face was really prominent.

"Nice, really nice!", he said enthusiastically.

"Now you look like the bitch inside you! I can't wait to put you to good use. I hope that you're really tight. I hope it hurts every time I use you. And that you won't loose up so fast. But first things first. Let's see if you can obey. Heel!", he said and then walked away from me.

This couldn't be real! He didn't expect me to follow dog's orders, did he? I didn't do anything and still stared at my image in the mirror. This simply couldn't be me.

"HEEL!", he ordered, this time sharper.

I still didn't react to his orders. Why should I? After what he'd done to me it couldn't get any worse. Or so I thought.

"I won't say it again! HEEL!", he ordered again.

I didn't care. There was nothing more he could do to me. I had to resist him. The days for me to follow his orders were over, I decided.

"Seems we have a stubborn bitch here.", he said.

"Is she fully healed? And her snout isn't fragile, is it?", he asked Dr. Slayter.

"No, not at all. The design is quite robust. Don't hesitate, whatever you have on your mind.", Dr. Slayter responded.

Then he came back to me. My face was right in his crotch. I had just the right height for him.

"You stubborn little bitch. But I'll teach you manners, that's for sure. I hoped we could do this the painless way, but since you won't obey, you'll have to learn with pain.", he said contemptibly.

After that he gave me a hard slap on my snout. I didn't see that coming, but even if I had I wouldn't have been able to evade it. It was quite painful and I howled out.

"HEEL!", he ordered again, sharply.

But I wasn't ready to submit to his will. That moment I swore to myself that I would never obey him. At least so I thought.

He walked away again and expected me to follow him. But I didn't obey him.

"Well, still not obeying. Don't think that this was the best I could do.", he said.

Then he turned to my back. I turned my head but I couldn't see him any more. Then he grabbed my balls with his fist.

"Will you obey or do I have to go on?", he asked.

Then he squeezed my balls hard. I yelped and howled out loudly. Instinctively I tried to escape his grip. I tried to move forward, but he didn't let loose of my balls.

"So, will you now obey or do I have to this again?", he asked.

I howled out in despair and pain. I realized that I was totally at his mercy. I was totally helpless and he could do with me what he wanted.

"Let's try this again.", he said while he came up in front of me again.

"Heel!", he ordered and then walked away again.

It really hurt when he squeezed my balls, so it didn't take me long to forget about my oath. This time I obeyed. I followed him at his heels.

It felt like scuttling, only without lower legs and hands. Because of the paws it was somehow like scuttling on stilts. The joints made things easier, but the stiff elbows were something I had to get used to.

I could follow him, but after only two steps I felt how something happened between my legs. It felt really strange. When I moved my legs my balls slapped against my thighs. That wasn't that bad. At least I still had my balls.

But then I felt something getting hard in my crotch. It was like getting a boner, but also totally unlike it. When my thighs rubbed together it felt like someone was masturbating me. I immediately shivered from the excitement.

Something grew between my legs, or more exactly, in my thighs. And then I felt a distinct wetness between my legs. On top of that I felt something rubbing the head of my dick all the time.

It was so arousing that I got horny in an instant. After three steps I felt like being on the brink of cumming. I thought that I would explode every moment. But it didn't happen. It also didn't happen after the next step, and not after another.

That was incredibly frustrating. After one circle on his heels my legs were smeared with some slimy liquid and I was horny beyond hell. I howled out in sheer frustration.

Then Dr. Slayter inspected my backside. I felt his finger touching my new pussy. Then he stepped in front of me and put his finger into my mouth.

"Do you taste that? That are your pussy juices. Everything works as expected. You should be a bitch in heat now. Are you?", he asked.

I was so horny that I couldn't hold myself back and howled in despair and frustration.

"How does it feel, bitch?", he asked.

I howled again.

"Good. I hope you don't like it. You deserve it. And don't get your hopes up that you'll ever cum again. I know what I'm doing and I'm quite good at that. You'll be stuck in super horny mode forever. It will always be like this. Feeling like being at the brink of a giant orgasm that will never ever come. Welcome to your new hell!", he explained.

I couldn't believe what he was telling me. This couldn't be true! I couldn't live like this! This was living hell! I was super horny and totally frustrated! I tried to rub my legs together as much as I could but that made me even hornier. The much longed for orgasm didn't come, no matter how hard I tried! This couldn't be real.

I howled out again, this time with tears in my eyes.

"You can try as much as you want. I encourage you to do so, actually. But it will only add to your distress, and that's the fun in it. But as I said, you will never, ever cum again in your life."

I began to whimper. This couldn't be real. But as I looked in the mirror again a bitch looked back at me. This had to be a really, really bad dream. But unfortunately it wasn't.

"Very well! So everything is fine with my bitch?", master asked.

"As far as I can tell, yes. If she could talk she could tell us.", Dr. Slayter said.

"What a pity she can't.", he mocked.

"Yeah, well. Have you ever seen a real bitch talking?", he responded.

"Nope, never, and even if, it would be a waste of time, don't you think?"

"Most certainly, yes."

"Well, I can't wait to use her holes. But first things first. A bitch needs a proper dog collar, doesn't she?"

"Definitely. Do you have something in mind?"

"Yes. Something quite permanent. I've called a friend who can weld titanium. He's waiting in the basement and I guess he can't wait to his hands on this bitch.", he said much to my horror.

"Titanium! Nice. She won't be able to get rid of that. And what about the leash? Leather?", Dr. Slayter asked.

"No way. The leash will be a chain welded to the collar. I don't see a reason to ever let her off the leash, do you?", he explained.

"No, not really. You're right. No need to waste money on leashes. The titanium one will hold for her entire life. "

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Do you want to join me?", he asked.

"Sure! I don't wanna miss this for the world!", Dr. Slayter cheered.

"Then let's go. HEEL!", he ordered sharply.

The baptism of Maggie

=====================

He went out of the door and I followed him. I didn't know what else to do. Like this I was totally at his mercy. He could do with me whatever he wanted. And if I didn't obey he would hurt me. So I had the choice between between pain and obedience. So I chose the latter.

We went down a long hallway. Then we reached a staircase. I didn't know how to take them and slipped at the first stage. Obviously my new body wasn't made for walking stairs. I fell on my side and tumbled some stairs downward until I came to a rest.

"It seems my bitch can't walk stairs. Or maybe she only needs some practice.", he said and looked down at me.

"Maybe she can't, don't know. I didn't design her body for that.", Dr. Slayter responded.

"I'm not mad about that, in fact it could come in handy. I could confine her in the basement then."

"Yeah, not a bad idea. But despite that, you should keep her in a cage anyway. Don't pamper her. She's not a human any more. She's a bitch now."

"Right, but let's try if she can walk stairs. Let's get her up again."

"OK."

Then they picked me up and put me on my paws again. I had bruises all over my body, but they didn't care.

"Walk up the stairs.", he ordered.

Despite the pain I felt in my arms and legs I tried to follow his order. But due to Dr. Slayter's modifications to my body I simply couldn't. I couldn't get my arms high enough to step up one stair. I really tried hard, but I couldn't. It was impossible. They laughed at me when they saw my feeble attempts. I whimpered again with tears in my eyes.

"Now turn around and try downstairs.", he ordered.

I feebly tried to turn around on the stairs, but even that didn't work. I lost my balance almost immediately and got some more bruises.

They laughed again.

"Let us help you.", Dr. Slater said.

Then they put me back on my feet looking down the stairs.

"Heel!", he ordered and walked down the stairs.

But I couldn't do it. When I tried to put one paw down the stairs I lost my balance and fell to my side again. This new body obviously wasn't built for that. And again some more bruises.

Both laughed dearly when they saw me falling down again.

"Well, maybe I should think of this when I do it the next time.", Dr. Slayter said with tears in his eyes.

"No, please don't! It's perfect. Even if I keep her in a kennel, it's good to know that she can't walk stairs. That will keep her where she belongs.", he answered.

"Well, right, but now we have to carry her down the stairs."

"Well, a small price to pay for knowing that she won't go anywhere.", he grinned.

"Right. It's like Microsoft says: It's not a bug, it's a feature!", Dr. Slayter said.

"Definitely.", he said.

Then they picked me up and carried me down the stairs. I whimpered all the time. I couldn't believe that his was true. They made a bitch out of me and I couldn't even walk stairs!

"Stop whimpering now. Or I'll go for your balls again.", he threatened.

That quieted me. It was hard enough as it was. I didn't need any additional pain.

They carried me down two more stairways, until we arrived in the basement. I knew that I couldn't escape them.

"Heel!", he ordered.

I did what he wanted and followed him. Again I had no choice. And as it seemed I would never have.

After a long walk down the hall I was incredibly horny again. This couldn't be real. Just walking on all fours made me horny beyond hell. I was desperate when he stopped and opened a door.

"Hello, Lee", he greeted the one person standing in the room.

"Hi there, long time no see!", he said.

"Indeed. It's a pity. But now you have something to work on.", he responded.

"This is Maggie and she seriously needs a collar and a leash."

"Nice!", Lee said and walked around me.

"I love this work. Is she for sale?", he asked.

"Nope, not yet. But if she doesn't behave, I'll consider it."

"At the moment I hope she won't behave. I'd love to ride her."

"Sorry, but you'll have to wait. I haven't used her myself. But I'll know after the first time, I guess. If she doesn't behave you can have her."

"OK. I definitely want to own her. She's a piece of art.", Lee said and walked around me.

Then he put his finger into my pussy. I immediately shivered and got even more horny that I already was. I howled out in frustration. I needed to cum really badly. And then I yelped.

"Seems to be a horny bitch, indeed.", Lee said.

"Sure, always. She keeps herself horny. That's how I want her.", he answered.

"Nice, how?", Lee asked.

He explained what Dr. Slayter had done to me.

"Nice job! I'd really like to test ride her! Or even better, own her! Can she still understand what we say? Real bitches can't.", he asked.

"Unfortunately, yes, but maybe Dr. Slayter can fix that?", he asked him.

"Hmm, let me think.", he said.

I really hoped that he couldn't think of anything.

"Yes, I think we can fix that.", he said much to my horror.

"How?", he asked.

"I could implant a chip into her acusticus that would scramble everything besides defined patterns. But there's a problem. You'd have to teach the chip anything you want her to hear.", Dr. Slayter said.

"Well, that wouldn't be a problem. The word pool of a bitch should be quite limited, like heel, sit, come, suck, and her name of course, don't you think?", he asked Dr. Slayter.

"Yes, of course, but she wouldn't be able to understand anything beyond of that.", he explained.

"That doesn't matter. Just tell me what I have to do so she understands basic commands and do it.", he said much to my horror.

"OK. If you wish so. But let's focus at the task at hand.", Dr. Slayter answered.

"Yes, of course. Lee, first, thank you for helping me out.", he said.

"No problem."

"Then let's focus on the task. I want her to have a titanium dog collar with an attached leash.", he said.

"Nice! A permanent one or something with a hinge?", Lee asked.

"A permanent one, of course. Do you think I'll ever let her off the leash?", he said.

"Well, sorry about that, but I thought it couldn't hurt to ask before doing something permanent."

"Don't worry, I understand."

"OK. Just pick a collar and a leash.", he said.

Then both disappeared out of my sight. I could hear them muttering, but nothing more.

"This will be you collar. For the rest of your miserable life.", he said when he came back and presented me a solid, silvery shining ring being about 2in in diameter.

It seemed to be quite solid and it had a D-ring attached to it.

"Since your neck is supported by a steel rod, we don't have to worry about your neck muscles. So it will be as solid and big as it can be.", he explained.

"Please don't do that!", I tried to say, but once again I only howled out loudly.

"Yes, I thought you'll like it. And you'll get a nice leash. About 60in long, permanently attached to your collar.", he went on.

I howled out loudly again.

"Yes, you're my girl. You really seem to look forward to that.", he said.

"And, not to forget, this collar can choke you. See?", he explained.

Then he pulled the D-ring showed me how a metal band inside the collar contracted.

"So I don't think we'll ever have a problem with you being disobedient again, don't you think?.", he went on.

"Would you be so kind and help he?", he asked Dr. Slayter.

"Of course! No problem.", he said.

Then they lifted me on the steel table in the middle of the room, me lying on my back with all my fours in the air and the head at the edge of the table.

I tried to move myself to the side and escape them, but it didn't work. I was totally at their mercy. They could do to me whatever they wanted. I couldn't even move my arms or legs to my side!

I howled out in frustration. This couldn't be real!

"I see you like it. Good.", he said when he let me loose.

Then Lee approached me. He put some rough tissue around my neck.

"This is a derivate of asbestos. It doesn't cause cancer, but it holds back the heat at least as good as asbestos. Don't worry, I'll remove it once I'm done.", Lee explained.

I whined and whimpered again.

Then he fitted the collar around my neck.

"Do you want it tight? You can still tighten it with the leash.", he asked.

"Please, make it tight. It want her to feel it all the time. I don't want her to even get the idea that she was once human. Why should I? She's on a path of no return.", he said coldly.

And again I whimpered and howled.

"OK, no problem.", Lee said.

Then he fitted the collar around my neck. It took him some attempts, and I choked hard twice. But then Lee was satisfied. The collar felt really tight around my neck, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt just really odd.

"Good. I think I have it.", he said.

Then he picked up some welding apparatus and began his work. It got really hot and I thought I would die. Maybe that would have been for the better, I don't know.

I began to cry like a baby, but it sounded like whining dog.

"Done. This collar is on your bitch for good.", he said when he was finished.

"So, no one can get it off her?", he asked.

"Well, not with out cutting off her head. Titanium is very stable and melts at 1948K. Once I pull out this protection...", Lee said and pulled this collar out of asbestos from my neck with ease.

"... You'll never be able to get it in between there. So, the only way to remove this collar now is to cut off the head.", he went on.

"Very good. Fantastic.", he said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, it's something I developed for slaves especially. So they don't even get the idea once to be free again. Once they get this collar they're owned, no matter what.", he explained.

"Nice, I like that! Maybe I'll need your services soon.", Dr. Slayter said.

"Pleased to meet your needs."

"OK, but what about the leash we talked about?", he asked.

"Oh, of course. Nothing easier that that. Just watch.", Lee said.

Then he turned around the collar until the D-ring was at the top and attached a chain to it. I couldn't see what he did then, but I felt some heat in my neck.

"There you are. This chain won't get off this D-ring any soon. To be exact, never.", Lee grinned.

"Very good! Then let's see if it works!", he said and pulled at the chain.

Immediately I felt something choking my neck. I tried to release the pressure by moving further towards him, but he pulled the chain further. I began to pant for air and whined desperately.

But he kept the pressure until my face got a touch of blue. I thought I had to die.

Then he released the chain.

"Nice. I really like that. I think she'll obey from now on. And I certainly don't have to expect attacks from her, that's for sure. Well, would be difficult for her to attack me with anything, but nevertheless...", he continued.

"I don't think so, but maybe if she's resilient... Before you kill her, I'll take her.", Lee tried again.

"No chance. I think she'll be obedient from now on. So, sorry, no chance for you.", he said.

I howled out again. He was absolutely right. I was so helpless now. He could control me as he liked from now on. And I could do nothing about it.

Then he tugged the chain and I immediately choked.

"Come. I'd really love if you would only understand basic comands. I can't wait until Dr. Slayter takes care of that.", he said.

"I'll do it with pleasure. But it told you of the side effects.", he responded.

"Yes, you did, and I don't care. A bitch like that doesn't need to know more than to obey and be used. She can't talk, why should she be able to listen in?", he said.

"Then I'll leave and prepare the chip. I'll be back, let's say, tomorrow?", Dr. Slayter responded.

"Perfect. How long will this bitch be out of commission?", he asked.

"It's an ambulatory procedure. So you can have her back once I'm done. But before you have to consider what words you want her to understand. Then we'll have to train that chip not to scramble those words. After that we can put it into her. And think of two keywords that will turn the chip on and off.", Dr. Slayter explained.

"Why in hell should I turn such a nice toy off?", he asked.

"Well, consider this: Maybe you come up with another nice idea about what to do to her body. If you can't turn it off you won't be able to tell her what you'll do to her. She'll never know. She won't be scared before and would have to guess what was done to her afterwards.", Dr. Slayter said.

"I haven't thought about that. I think you're right. She has a right to know what will be done to her, even if she has no choice at all. You're right.", he answered.

"See you tomorrow!", Dr. Slayter said and left.

Maggie's training

=================

"And we'll start training now. Let me show you your new home.", he said an tugged the leash.

We walked along an endless hallway. He walked quite fast and it was difficult for me to follow him. More than once he tugged the leash and said "Heel". I didn't care about his commands but the tug at this nasty leash did the job. It was quite painful and so I tried to follow him harder.

But that wasn't the only problem. After a few steps some slimy liquid was running down my legs and I was hornier than ever before. And it got worse with every step! I felt like being on the brink of a giant orgasm. The pressure was building up steadily, but there seemed to be no relief valve. With every next step I thought I would cum heavily, but I instead I only got hornier!

When he tugged my leash I yelped from the pain and choked, but the pain didn't turn me off! Normally pain was a huge turn off for me, but obviously that didn't work any more. After a while I panted hard and whimpered lowly.

"What's up, bitch? Feeling horny? Or maybe you're not fit enough for a walk? Don't worry, you'll get used to it.", he smirked when we arrived at a staircase.

I desperately wanted to touch my crotch, but I couldn't do it without loosing balance. It was itching like hell and longed for my or any attention. I've never been hornier in my life before than that moment. I lifted my right right arm and tried to scratch me there anyway, but I immediately felt loosing my balance and put it back on the ground.

Then rubbed my legs together instead, but that didn't do any good. It only made me hornier.

"We have to go down this stairs. Do you want to give it another try?", he grinned.

I backed away from the stairs to let him know that I didn't.

"I get it. Don't worry. I won't make you hurt yourself. I need you intact. So let me help you.", he grinned.

I was relieved. I wasn't sure if he'd simply tear me down the stairs.

Then he approached me. He put both his arms under my body and lifted me up like I was nothing. While he walked down the stairs he inspected my crotch.

"Hell, you're dripping wet between your legs! Have you lost control and peed yourself?", he asked.

I whined out loud.

"OH NO! Now I get it. That are pussy juices! Wow, you must be horny by now. A real bitch in heat. Forever!", he grinned and then laughed out loud.

"I just love the job Dr. Slayter has done. I can't wait to stick my dick in all your three openings!", he said much to my horror.

I howled out loud when I heard that.

"No need to be sorry for yourself, bitch. It was your choice to betray me and now you have to pay the price. You should have thought about that before you took my money. And I can assure you, you'll have plenty of fun with your new holes. After I've deflowered you, you'll be the bitch for all my men. I'll allow everyone to use you whenever it pleases them. You'll be the cum hole for my whole team. As I said, plenty of fun.", he explained.

He had to be kidding me! I howled out loudly when I heard that. This couldn't be real! I had to wake up from this awful nightmare right now.

When we arrived in the basement he put me on my feet again.

"Heel!", he ordered.

I followed him until we arrived at a steel door.

"Welcome to your new home.", he said and opened the door.

We went inside. It was a large, mostly empty room without windows and neon lamps at the ceiling. At the opposing wall was a small kennel, but other than that the room was empty.

"Over there is your kennel. You'll be locked up in there when you're not used. Come!", he ordered.

We walked over to the kennel. It was about 60in long and wide, and as high as the room. The steel bars went from the ceiling to the floor. There was a D-ring attached to the wall right in the middle of the kennel. At the outer right end there was a cavity in the ground, and on the left side a strange looking device protruded from the wall. It looked like a giant dildo formed like a real penis. I stared at it with disgust.

"So, this is where you'll spend your time when you're not needed. As you may have guessed, the D-ring in the middle of the kennel is for your leash. So you won't be able to leave your kennel even if the door is open. To the right is your dump. Don't even ask me how to do it. I'm quite confident that you'll figure it out. And to the left we have your nutrition disposer.", he explained.

As he mentioned the dump I whined shortly. I hadn't thought about that until now. How was I supposed to do that? I guessed that it would be quite messy at best.

"The nutrition disposer fits perfectly into your new muzzle. It will spill out white slime with the texture of cum when you work it right. It'll taste like and smell like cum, but it won't be cum. It's a quite nourishing solution perfectly meeting the needs of your new body, as Dr. Slayter assured me. But there's a catch: Once you've expended your daily ration it will spill out something else. See, I don't want you to get fat.", he went on.

I whimpered shortly. I wanted to know what I had to expect after my daily ration.

"You want to know what you'll get after that? Well, I had a plumber redesign our bathrooms. Every urinal in this house is now connected to a big pool. And the pool has an outlet to your food dispenser. So, once your daily ration is spent you'll drink stale piss. I have been assured that he pool is at full capacity now."; he said much to my horror.

I howled out loud and long when I heard that. So I wasn't only a fuck hole for all his men, I also was their urinal! This couldn't be real!

"Don't howl. You didn't think that your snout was only good for cum, did you? I'm still thinking if it's worth the effort to have your brought to my room every morning, just to take care of my morning boner. This thought is exiting, but then my sweet cushion would be out of work.", he said.

I howled out again.

"Now stop that. You'll do what I want. You don't have a choice. So get used to it. You'll swallow whatever I put down that throat of yours. And I almost forgot. You have to suck your food dispenser for getting something out of it. It will be good training, I hope."

"But you'll learn that soon enough. Let's get to work.", he cheered.

"I want you to obey totally. You'll do everything I want, do you understand? Disobedience will be punished. You know my grip by now.", he said.

"Let's see. You know what 'Heel' means by now. So lets try something else. Sit!", he ordered.

I was still thinking about the dump and the food dispenser, so I didn't really listen to him.

"SIT!", he said sharper.

This one I heard. But I had no idea how to do that. And this was so utterly humiliating. I had to obey to dog commands. It couldn't get worse, could it? I whined out.

"Don't pity yourself, just follow my commands. SIT, I said!"

I bent the joints of my upper legs until I lost balance and sat down on my ass.

"Good girl. That's how I like it. Total obedience.", he praised me and stroked my head.

I had other problems at that moment. This position felt totally unnatural. For the first time I felt my pussy touching the ground. It was cold and totally strange. I shivered with lust when I rubbed the ground with my labia. Even that made me horny! But it also gave me some relief. Finally I felt something else touching my totally wet fuck hole and my ass. I skidded around on the ground. The coldness felt quite good.

In the meantime he had gone to the door and looked at me.

"Having fun? Well, fun is over. COME!", he ordered.

I didn't know how to get up. I simply didn't know what to do. The usual movements to get up wouldn't work. I tried them first, but they were of no use without lower arms and calves.

Then I tried something different. I moved my left arm forward and tried to get my right thigh up. It worked. I struggled a little, but finally I got up on all fours again. Then I walked towards him.

While I did that the leash was grinding besides me on the ground. I shuddered when I realized how humiliating all this was. I had to obey dog commands and there was nothing I could do against it! I had to obey his commands or he would do something even worse to me! This was absolutely humiliating and embarrassing! I howled when I realized that.

When I arrived at his feet he stroked my head.

"Good girl, but I see that you need some practice getting up. And I want you to be quiet. I don't care about what's going around in your head right now. Keep it to yourself. GO OUT!", he ordered.

I turned around and went for the kennel again.

"STOP!", he ordered when I arrived at the kennel again.

"SIT!"

I sat down again.

"Good girl!", I heard him say.

This was so utterly humiliating, but there was nothing I could do about that. Meanwhile I was thinking if it would have been better if he'd killed me.

"COME!", he ordered.

I got up again. This time it was easier than the first time. I knew what to do.

We did this several times until he was satisfied. Each time I got better in getting up. And each time it was easier to sit down without squashing my balls.

"Good. I'm pleased. You did fine.", he said finally and stroked my head again.

"Now the next command. SIT!", he ordered.

I could do that. That was nothing new.

"Now BARK!", he ordered.

Oh no! This was utterly humiliating! He really ordered me to bark? Never! I might look like a dog but that wouldn't make me a dog, never! Never ever would I bark on command. At least I though so and refused his command

"BARK!", he ordered sharply.

I still refused. I wouldn't bark on his command.

Then he stepped between my legs and put his booted foot right above my balls.

"If you don't bark on the next command you'll feel real pain, I promise!", he said lowly and slowly lowered his boot.

"Bark", he ordered again.

I felt his boot crushing my balls. The pain was unbearable. First I howled out in pain.

"BARK, I said!"

Then I tried to bark, but I couldn't I could only whine and howl. I howled as loud as I could.

He retreated his foot.

"Good girl. I hope you don't want to learn everything the hard way.", he added.

"So, again, BARK!", he ordered when he stood by my side.

I howled out again.

"Silent!", he ordered.

I stopped immediately. I had no choice.

"Good girl. I think you got it. I don't want you hear howling that often, but you have to learn. But you'll howl for me whenever I want, don't you?", he asked.

I answered with a low whine.

"Fine, really a good bitch.", he praised.

"And now for the last command. DOWN!", he ordered.

I didn't know what to do. I sat down and tried to get my paws under my body to lie down, but it didn't work. Dr. Slayter had constricted my joints too much.

I looked at him puzzled.

"When I say DOWN I want you to lay down on your side.", he explained.

I obeyed and lay down on my side. That was the only thing I could do. But I had no idea how to get up again.

Then he went away to the kennel.

"Heel!", he ordered.

I tried to get up, but I didn't know how. At first I tried the usual movements, but I quickly realized that those wouldn't do it. I was missing some needed body parts for that.

"HEEL!", I heard him say sharply again.

I desperately tried to get up, but I didn't know how. It took me some time to figure it out. I moved my right leg forward a little and used it as support. Then I moved my left arm and pushed me up on that. During that my face gave the balance. After that it was easy to get onto all my fours. But it really strained my joints and it wasn't easy. But I did it and went towards him.

"Good girl again. But I see you need so practice.", he said much to my horror.

"GO OUT!", he ordered.

I went towards the door.

"STAY!", he said when I reached the door.

"DOWN!", came next.

We practiced this command at least 20 or 30 times, I lost count. After that I was totally exhausted, incredibly horny and panting for air.

"Good girl, you've done good today. Now it's time to get used to your new kennel.", he finally said.

Then he took my leash, went into the kennel and attached the leash to the D-ring.

"I'll be nice and leave the lights on for this night. But practice how to find your dump and the food dispenser. Next time I'll leave you in the dark. So make sure you memorize everything.", he said and closed the kennel door.

Then he left me alone and closed the steel door behind him.

Finally I was alone, totally exhausted and utterly horny.

I realized that I also was very thirsty and hungry. I tried to ignore it, but after a short while the need for water became unbearable.

Slowly I went towards the food dispenser and inspected it closely. It was a complete fake of a flaccid human penis. There were even balls dangling beneath it. I shuddered with disgust. He had to be kidding me. I couldn't even bring myself to touch it with my snout to feel the material it was made of.

I backed away again and laid down in the middle of the cage. Once again I tried to ignore the constantly growing need for water. Then I couldn't bear it any more. How bad could it be? It was only a fake one.

I struggled to get up and went towards that dreaded thing again. This time I touched it with my snout. To my surprise it was warm and felt like real skin! Appalled I backed away.

I whined lowly. This had to be a really bad dream! I had to wake up badly. This couldn't be real!

After a while I was once again drawn to this thing by my thirst. My body told me that I needed something to drink really badly.

This time I went even further and touched it with my tongue. It felt so incredibly real. I couldn't believe it. It took me some time, but then the thirst overcame me. Disgustedly I took this thing into my snout.

Greedily I expected something pouring down my throat, but nothing happened. I was quite puzzled. How did this thing work?

Then I remembered that he said something about working on this thing and that it would be good training. I winced and let go of that thing again. This simply couldn't be real! He didn't expect me to give a dildo coming out of the wall of my kennel a blow job, did he? I howled out loud when I realized what I had to do to get some water or food.

I wanted to back off again, but then I began to reason. If I didn't use this device I would starve. But maybe that wasn't the worst choice. Or he would make me use it. The latter was far more likely than the further. And eventually I would end up with a real dick in my snout. I shivered in fear and disgust when I thought about that.

So maybe it was better to practice with this thing than to be beaten to it. I decided to give it a try. It couldn't be that bad, could it?

Once again I took it in my snout. I had no idea what to do. I had never given anyone a blow job before. I moved my tongue around a little and teased the underside of that thing. Something happened. It seemed that this thing grew in my snout like a real dick! I resisted to urge to pull back again and continued the work with my tongue.

The thing became bigger and bigger inside my snout until it filled it completely. I used my tongue until it became tired. But still nothing happened. There had to be more to it. Dr. Slayter said something about my cheek muscles. I tried to bring them into the game, also. I moved my jaws and cheek muscles until the inside of my snout encased this monster completely. But still nothing.

Then I got it. Totally disgusted I moved my head back and forth and fucked this thing with my snout. It felt awful. I felt utterly humiliated. While fucking that thing I also worked on it with my cheeks and my tongue.

Finally I could feel something happen. The thing inside me expanded a little further. I instantly knew that it would happen soon. I pulled my head back one last time and then pushed it forward slowly. While doing that I also worked with my tongue fiercely.

And then it happened. First I felt some drops coming out of the tip, after that it began to jerk. Some slimy liquid gushed into my mouth. I could only guess that it was white and closely resembled the texture of real cum. I tried to swallow it all.

The thing jerked another three times and then slowly became limp. Oh no, please don't, I thought. What I got was way to little to quench my thirst! I tried as hard as I could to keep it up, but eventually it went totally limp again.

When I withdrew my head I noticed some white spots on the thing. Greedily I licked the stuff off with my tongue.

I was still quite thirsty, so I tried again. This time it was far more difficult to get it hard again. It seemed this thing was quite authentic. But after a while I got it jerking again. I was still thirsty, though it wasn't that bad any more. Nevertheless, I still needed more.

Maybe I should give this thing some time to recover. If this thing was genuine maybe that would work. So I laid down in front of it and waited.

While waiting I once again realized how incredibly horny I was. I had an incredibly intensive itch between my legs. The more I didn't move, the more intense it became.

I moved my legs a little. That eased the itch, but made me even hornier. I had to do something against it. I tried to touch my crotch with my right arm, but I couldn't reach it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bend it enough to get there. I had little doubt that this had been Dr. Slayter's intention.

I began to whine lowly. Then I tried to reach it with my snout, but even without Dr. Slayter's modifications to my body this would have been hard at best. I wasn't an anatomical wonder. And now, with this bar in my neck, I didn't even get near it. I gave that up quickly.

I looked around in the kennel. I looked at the food dispenser. A thought popped right into my head, but I tried to forget about that one quickly. I couldn't rub my back against my only source of food, now could I? No, I wasn't that desperate. I could control me, I told myself over and over.

I turned my head around, but I didn't have any idea what to do else. I got up again and went to the bars of my prison. Tentatively I pushed my snout between the bars and looked around in the room. Even if I managed to get out of the kennel, there was nothing of use in this room.

When I pulled back I touched one bar with my snout. It was quite cold. Then it came to me. Why not use the bars and rub my back against them? Maybe the coldness would help. It sure as hell wouldn't hurt to try, I decided and turned around.

Slowly I maneuvered my ass towards the steel bars until I could feel the coldness at my cheeks. I shortly thought how sick all this was, but the itch was overwhelming. I pushed my ass further against the bars and rubbed up and down. It felt wonderful! I began to whine lowly again. The cool steel numbed the itching immediately. But the more I moved the hornier I got. I hoped that I would cum soon!

Meanwhile I moved faster and faster. I felt a giant orgasm building up. This one would be incredible, I thought. Meanwhile I wasn't whining lowly any more. I was outright howling. From lust at first, but then I realized that the orgasm was only building up. I wasn't nearer to it than I was 5 minutes ago! And in the meantime the itching was back.

By now I was howling from frustration. I pressed my back harder against the steel and moved even faster, but nothing at all happened. I only got hornier.

After some time I gave up totally exhausted. I was sweating profoundly again and the thirst was back with full strength. This couldn't be real! I howled out in desperation. What kind of vicious cycle was this?

I went back to the food dispenser and sucked it again. This time it didn't take me that long to get it to jerk the stuff down my throat. It seemed I was getting better at it.

I was still thirsty. I laid down in front of that thing and the cycle started again. The itching became stronger and I realized that I was incredibly horny. This time I tried to ignore that feeling and escape to somewhere nice in my mind. But after mere seconds the itch and the most intense desire pulled me back from my refuge.

I began to whine lowly again. I realized that I unconsciously rubbed my legs together, making things even worse. It took all my strength to stop it. Again I tried to think of something pleasant, but that also lasted only seconds. All my thoughts centered around my desire.

This couldn't be real! How could I ever sleep like this? I howled out loud in frustration. Then I got up again and tried to waste some time by walking up and down the kennel. That eased the itch a little, but also made me hornier.

After a while I decided it was time for the food dispenser. This time I got it to spill its juices even faster. I was getting really good at that.

I did this four more times. In the recuperation period of the food dispenser I walked up and down the kennel. My thirst was almost gone by then. Just one more time, I thought.

But when I got that thing to work one last time, I immediately choked when it jerked down my throat. This time the stuff coming out of it didn't feel slimy and it wasn't warm! It was way saltier than before. It tasted exactly like stale piss!

I immediately pulled back and coughed. I spewed the rest of the piss still remaining in my snout all over the food dispenser and my face. I wanted to throw up, but it didn't work. He really wasn't joking when said that he connected this thing to every urinal in the house!

I coughed more and tried to throw up desperately, but for some reason I couldn't puke on my own, no matter how much I wanted it. And I couldn't get this ugly taste out of my mouth! I began to whine and cry like a puppy. This couldn't be real! I ran around in the kennel headless and spat out until my throat was dry.

This was utterly disgusting! How could he do this to me? I was a human being, for heaven's sake! I desperately wanted to get out of here, but short of killing myself I didn't see a way. And I wasn't sure if I could even kill myself.

After a while I lay down in the middle of the kennel again, quite exhausted. Meanwhile I desperately needed some sleep. But after a short time I felt some other need. I tried to ignore it, but it didn't go away so easily.

The need got stronger and stronger, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. Finally I couldn't ignore it any more. I had to piss and shit quite badly.

So I got up and went to the other side of the kennel, where the dump was. I had no idea how to do this. Hell, I didn't even know where the pee would come out!

I looked at the dump. I could only think of one way to do this. I put my legs at the edge of the dump and slowly sat down, making my ass hover over the dump. It was quite strenuous to hold that position, but I had to, otherwise I'd fall into the dump and most likely hurt myself badly.

Then I let it flow. It felt absolutely weird when the piss came right out of my new cunt. Since I couldn't spread my legs far, the piss splattered all across my ass and legs. But I heard most of it trickling into the dump.

Shitting was even more disgusting. Though it still came out where it was supposed to and the feeling was quite relieving, I had no means to wipe my ass. I could feel how the rest of it distributed between my ass cheeks when I got up again. And of course it smelled quite nasty.

I wondered what to do about it. I shortly thought about wiping my ass at the steel bars of the kennel, but I was quite sure that he wouldn't like that. And it would make me hornier than hell. So I decided to lay down as I was and try to get some sleep.

But that wasn't so easy. Even though I was quite exhausted and tired by now, the itch and the horniness held me awake. And the floor was cold and quite uncomfortable. On top of that the collar and the chain were in the way all the time and didn't make me more comfortable. For quite some time I slid around on the ground trying to find a cushy position and to get rid of the itch. Finally I fell asleep.

Maggie gets used

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Suddenly I woke up from a loud rattling noise. I didn't know where I was and neither what was happening. I was totally groggy and felt like hadn't slept at all. Then I tried to get up and failed miserably. I tried to get up like I was used to. I wanted to push myself up with my hands, but they weren't there any more. Slowly my memories came back.

Then I opened my eyes and looked straight at the food dispenser. This could only mean one thing: All this wasn't a dream, it was real! I slept and now I was awake again, and nothing changed. I still didn't have my arms and legs back, and I still was in the kennel! I howled out in despair and frustration.

"Rise and shine, bitch! You have work to do!", I heard someone say.

I immediately recognized his voice. This wasn't only a bad dream, he really did this to me! I howled louder and prayed that it wasn't real. That it was only a really, really bad nightmare.

But then I heard something rattling against the bars again.

"GET UP, I said! Don't you listen? You have work to do!", I heard him say.

I remembered what he did to me last time I didn't obey. I didn't want him to squeeze my balls again, so I struggled to get up. Again I failed miserably, because I was still quite groggy. It sure looked really clumsy. But then I slowly remembered the moves to get up.

When I finally did it I turned around and looked at him. He stood in front of the kennel. Behind him stood one of his slaves.

I didn't know him. He was a slender, slightly underweight guy without any sexual attributes. At least I thought he was a 'he'. He didn't have any primary or secondary sexual characteristics. No nipples, nothing in the crotch, no hairs. He seemed to be totally androgynous. From his face he looked more like a guy, but I couldn't really tell.

It was totally smooth everywhere, even in the crotch.

Then he opened the kennel.

"Lick her clean!", he ordered.

"Yes, master.", it said with a ridiculously high voice.

It opened the kennel door and joined me in the kennel. It went right to my behind and got to its knees. Suddenly I felt something warm and wet running up my legs. It was licking the pussy juices and piss from my legs!

After it finished my legs it carefully took my sack into its mouth and cleaned it. I shuddered with lust and desire when it gently massaged my balls with its tongue.

Next it moved on to my pussy. I got even hornier when I felt its tongue touching my labia and probing my new love canal. When it touched my clitoris I whined with sheer lust. Once again I felt like being on the brink of a giant orgasm.

But it didn't last long, and it moved on to my ass. It also felt nice, but then I suddenly remembered that I had recently taken a dump and wasn't able to wipe myself. I instantly felt sorry for the poor thing. It was literally eating shit right now!

And it did it without choking or complaining. That had to be his training. I didn't want to know what he would do to it when it didn't obey. For sure it would be very painful.

After a while the licking stopped. It got up and went out of the kennel again.

"Finished, master.", it bleeped with it's high voice.

"Good. I hope you liked it, since from now on it will be your job to keep my bitch clean.", he ordered.

"Yes, master! Thank you, master! It was wonderful.", it bleeped obediently.

It had to be horrible to eat someone else's shit, but it kept a straight face. Most likely because he would punish it severely if it said anything else.

"I didn't expect anything else from you. That's why I turned you into my toilet slave. You do like being my toilet slave, don't you?", he teased it.

I looked it directly in the eyes when it answered. For a short moment I could see a deep sadness in it's face. It seemed that it didn't choose this life and didn't want to be a toilet slave at all, just like I didn't want to be his bitch.

"Yes, master! Of course I want to be your toilet slave. Thank you for that!", it bleeped and grinned slightly.

"Very good to know that you finally know your place. But I have to admit, it was really fun to break you.", he said.

So I was right. He didn't submit to him from his free will.

"Thank you, master. Thank you for turning me into your toilet slave.", it beeped.

It seemed to be totally broken. I didn't really want to know what he did to it.

"But now it's time to deflower my bitch. The problem is that I don't know with which hole to start. Any suggestions?", he asked it.

"Yes, master. Start with the ass, master. I cleaned it quite thoroughly.", it beeped.

"I thought you'd say that. You love asses, don't you?", he teased.

"Yes, master! I like to lick them.", it responded.

"Yes, sure you do. You wouldn't be a good toilet slave if you wouldn't", he grunted and entered the kennel.

He went to my back and pulled down his pants and underpants. I was really scared. I knew he would fuck me in the ass and I could do nothing against it. I thought about running, but the collar reminded me that I couldn't run far. This was the first time ever being touched by another man. I whined in fear.

"Whine all you want, you won't get out of this, bitch. I hope it hurts...", he grunted.

"But maybe I should moisten my dick first...", he added.

Then I felt him entering my pussy. I yelped, because it felt so utterly strange. I felt his erect dick inside me. It was like he was fucking my dick. And when he shortly touched my clit it was like he was stroking the head of my dick. I got horny again. Well, not that I wasn't incredibly horny in the first place.

That didn't take long. He pulled his dick out of my pussy after a short while. Then I felt his dick pressing against my ass. I instinctively moved forward and tried to avoid what was about to come.

"Stand still!", he ordered.

Then he grabbed the leash and pulled it. I felt it tighten around my neck immediately. Then I moved back. I needed to breathe.

"That's my bitch. And now stay!", he said.

I felt the tip of his dick pushing at my asshole again. He still held the leash tight, but without choking me. It was just a little tight around my neck. I knew I couldn't move forward without suffocating me. I had no choice but to let it happen.

His tip entered my ass. I tried to fight it but it was useless. He relentlessly pushed his dick inside me. Slowly and with audible pleasure he deflowered me. I felt how his prick stretched my ass further and further. I began to whine lowly from the pain an humiliation.

"Stop it, I'm not even in beyond my head!", he grunted.

I tried to stop whining, but the humiliation was too much for me. I couldn't do it.

The real pain started when he was inside me with his full width. I felt like being torn in half. I moved forward but he still held the leash short, so I choked immediately and stopped.

"Yeah, good bitch! So nice and tight!", he grunted and pushed forward.

Meanwhile I was howling out loudly, this time not so much from the humiliation but from the pain. He didn't stop until I felt his crotch touching my butt. His balls and sac touched my pussy. That made me horny, even despite the pain.

It was the strangest mixture of feelings I experienced. Despite the pain I was incredibly horny. In the old days pain absolutely turned me off, but now it was different. The desire and lust was stronger than the pain, and I realized that I wasn't just howling any more, but also panting with desire. This couldn't be real, I thought. At least that was what my mind was telling me. But I also was overwhelmed by my horniness. This was so utterly humiliating, and strangely erotic, also. I was totally confused.

He lingered in this position for a while and relished the feeling.

"Yeah, good, tight bitch!", he grunted.

Then he pulled his dick back slowly. The pain increased, but the desire didn't decrease. I still was totally confused. I didn't know what to do. The pain was incredible, but so was the lust. On one side I wanted him to stop immediately because of the pain, but on the other hand I wouldn't feel his balls at my pussy any more. I was in absolute turmoil.

He pulled back until I only could feel the head of his prick inside again. The relief was incredible, though it didn't last long. It only took him one second to push it back in. Again I felt this incredible pain of being torn apart, and at the same time it made me utterly horny when his balls touched my pussy.

I tried to feel humiliated, but I could hardly hear the voice of reason any more. Almost all fibers in my body told me to submit to the desire, though I knew exactly that the orgasm I longed for would never come. Then reason left. It went on vacation.

He seriously began to fuck me. First slowly, then faster and faster. And much to my horror I liked it. This couldn't be real! I was being fucked by another man and I seemed to like it. I wasn't gay, for heaven's sake! How could this happen?

When he fucked me faster, the pain increased, but so did the horniness. I tried to convince me that I didn't like it, but it didn't work. This was unbelievable. How did this happen to me?

He became faster and faster. And I got hornier and hornier. I thought about him cumming inside me. I couldn't believe that I did even think about that. I was totally confused.

I realized that I wanted to cum more than everything. I was so horny that nothing else mattered. I didn't even care about the intense pain any more.

Finally, he came. He pushed his dick inside me as far as he could. I felt him getting even harder, and then his dick jerked inside me. When I realized that he was pumping his creamy white cum into my ass I began to cry. This was so utterly humiliating. I wasn't gay, for god's sake! At least a short time ago I was a real man! This couldn't be real!

Of course he didn't care at all. He was grunting in sheer pleasure. I got nothing out of it. I still felt like being on the brink of a giant orgasm which never came.

"So tight! Yeah, bitch! That's it!", he grunted.

I thought he'd never stop, but then he went limp. With an audible sound he pulled his member out of my ass.

"Toilet! Come here and lick it clean!", he shouted.

"Yes, master!", it bleeped and went down on his knees in front of his crotch.

I turned around quite frustrated and looked at his dick. It was smeared with my shit and his cum. It took it into his mouth without any complaints and licked it clean.

"Good slave. You really seem to like shit, don't you?", he asked pleased when it was finished.

"Yes, master! I like shit! Please give me more!", it bleeped.

"Sorry, but you have to wait. But you'll be the first to know, I promise.", he responded.

"Thank you, master!", it said with a deep sadness in it's eyes.

"Don't worry. You'll get your share soon."

"Thank you, master."

"Don't mention it.", he said.

Then he turned to me.

"You did well, bitch. I'm pleased with you. See you later!"

Then he turned around and left the room. This time he turned the light off. Now it was pitch black in the room. I couldn't see a thing. He didn't even care to close the kennel door, but that didn't help me. I was chained to the wall and would choke myself if I tried to leave the kennel.

I tried to get some rest. This time I felt even more uncomfortable. I was hornier than ever and felt totally humiliated. My ass still hurt from his penetration and his cum slowly leaked out of my still open hole.

When I laid down on the ground the itch came back. I felt horrible. The ground was cold, my ass was on fire and my crotch was itching terribly. I had to fight the urge to get up and rub my privates at the bars more than once. But that wouldn't do me any good. I'd only get even hornier, so I resisted the urge. But it wasn't easy.

I fell asleep again, but not for long. After a short while the lights went on and he stood in front of the kennel again, with his toilet slave.

"Get up, bitch! I'm still horny!", he yelled.

Dazed and confused I tried to get up as fast as I could and in the process got entangled with my legs. On the first try I slumped back on the ground. The second time I managed to get up.

He had to be kidding me! He couldn't be horny again! He just fucked me in the ass. It still hurt! I whined lowly.

"Shut up, bitch! I don't want to hear anything from you. Your sole purpose is to please me, understood?", he said harshly.

Then he pulled down his pants and once again I stared at his giant boner.

"I think this time I'll try your cute little snout. I hope it will be one hell of an experience. I expect you to try hard.", he ordered.

Then he pushed his dick down my snout. Instinctively I tried to resist, but I couldn't close my snout and he entered it easily. His member filled it completely. He pushed further and further until his tip touched my throat. I thought I had to choke, but nothing happened.

It felt awful, even though I was used to that feeling by now. I knew that from the food dispenser. It didn't feel much different, only that this time there was a real human being attached to the dick.

"You know how it works, get to it!", he ordered.

I didn't resist. I had no choice, since I was totally at his mercy. So I did with my mouth what I did to the food dispenser. I worked with my tongue and my cheeks.

After a short while he was grunting with pleasure.

"Very good, bitch! Don't stop!", he moaned.

It didn't take me long to make him cum. The more I worked on his dick the louder he moaned. After a while his dick stiffened and then it began to jerk. He squirted his thick cum down my throat and I greedily swallowed every drop. It tasted just like the stuff from the food dispenser. Actually, giving a blow job wasn't that different from using the food dispenser.

Then his dick became limp and he pulled it out.

"Very good, bitch.", he grunted.

"Clean it up, toilet!"

"Yes, master!", it bleeped and licked my saliva and the remnants of his cum from his dick.

"You're a fast learner. I bet the food dispenser helps a lot. In a week you'll be able to provide me and my staff with the best blow jobs. I'm really pleased. But you'll need a keeper. Someone keeping you clean. I'll take care of that. Toilet would be perfect for that, but it's too well trained. I can't spare it. But I'll take care of that. Normally shit eating wimps like it are in quite short supply, but then I could always take a hustler and train him properly. Yes, that's what I'll do. Dr. Slayter will happily take care of that.", he said.

Then he looked around in the kennel.

"Toilet, come here. Clean out the dump.", he ordered.

"Yes, master! Thank you for letting me eat that shit!", it bleeped with sadness in it's eyes.

Then it went to the dump and knelt down in front of it. Then it wanted to scoop my shit into it's mouth with one hand.

"No, don't use your hands. Mouth and tongue only.", he ordered.

"Yes, master.", it beeped.

Without a word it got down with it's head and licked my shit out of the dump until it was completely clean again.

When it got up some shit still sticked to it's nose.

"Thank you for letting me eat this delicious shit.", it said.

"Yes, of course. You still have something on your nose. Clean yourself up.", he ordered.

"Of course, master."

Then it removed the remnants with it's hand and licked the hand clean without even grimacing slightly. I didn't want to know what he did to it for that. I had to be horrible. How could someone voluntarily eat shit? I could only guess that there was a hell of a lot pain involved.

"Well, since I've deflowered both of your interesting holes I'll allow my staff to use you. I never liked pussies much, so I'll leave that one to someone else. Have fun!", he said.

Then he left again and turned off the light. I tried to get some sleep again, but after a short while the lights went on again.

This time two men from his security team entered the room. They both were huge and muscular.

"Well, look what we have here. A bitch in heat!", one said.

"Yeah, nice toy, don't you think?", the other one answered.

"Yes, definitely a nice treat. Which hole do you want?", he first one asked.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'll go for the pussy. You're up to a blow job, aren't you?"

"Yes, of course. Always.", he grinned.

Then they entered the kennel. The one wanting to fuck my pussy went to my behind and the other one stood right in front of me. Then both pulled down their pants. Both had huge boners.

First the one in front of me pushed his dick down my throat. Shortly after that I felt the other one penetrating my pussy.

Being fucked it the pussy was different. It felt utterly strange. It felt like he caressed my dick with his and simultaneously tickled my the tip of my dick when he touched my clit. I was totally confused. And the same time the other one fucked my snout.

"Use your tongue, bitch! Or I'll hurt you!", the one fucking my face ordered.

"Nice! Good bitch!", the other one grunted.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't concentrate. Even though the feelings emanating from my crotch were absolutely weird, they also made me horny beyond believe. Everything seemed to make me hornier these days. I tried to remember what I did to the food dispenser, but it obviously didn't work well. I simply couldn't concentrate.

"Use your tongue, bitch!", he yelled and then tugged the leash.

The collar around my neck immediately tightened and I choked. I tried to ignore the feelings from my crotch and concentrated on the dick in my mouth. It seemed to work.

"Better, bitch!", the one fucking my mouth grunted.

"Keep it going!"

I kept going. It wasn't easy to ignore the feelings from my crotch, but I managed.

"Yeah, bitch! That feels good!", the one fucking my snout grunted.

The one working my pussy didn't say anything, he only moaned louder and louder.

Finally they both came simultaneously. I felt the dick in my mouth and my cunt stiffen at the same time. Then one shot his load into my belly. God knows where it ended up. The other one squirted his cum down my throat. Once again I didn't choke and swallowed it greedily. My gag reflex seemed to be gone.

"God, that was good. Nice present we got here.", the one fucking my mouth said.

"Yeah, definitely. I really needed this.", the one at my back said.

They still had their dicks inside me.

"Hell, I gotta take a leak. Do you know if there's a bathroom down here?", the other one asked.

I was still jammed between them.

"Of course. You're still inside it."

"Good idea. It can dispose it. Get ready, bitch."

"Yeah, I need to piss, also.", the one on my back said much to my horror.

I whined when I heard that. I tried to escape, but there was no way out.

"Shut up, bitch. Get used to it. That's the way you'll be used from now on. That's what you get when you try to betray him.", the one in front of me said.

Then I tasted something salty in my snout. At the same time I felt something warm squirting into my belly. At first it was just a little, but then the streams began to flow. At first I had to concentrate hard not to get distracted from the feelings emanating from my crotch, but I got it. It wasn't easy to swallow it all and I choked. I had tears in my eyes and his piss came out of my nose. But he didn't care. He let it flow freely.

"Swallow it, bitch!", he said cold hearted.

Finally the flows stopped.

"That was good.", the other one said.

"Yeah. A pity he doesn't let us use toilet. I'd like to shit into a thing's mouth."

"Yeah, but he's the boss.", the other one said.

"Right. But at least now we have something warm to piss into. I always hated the urinals. They're so totally not sexy."

"Yeah, but now it's time to go. Our break is almost over."

Then they both pulled their dick out of me.

"Try to get some rest, bitch! See you soon!", they said when they turned off the light and closed the door to the room.

Once again I was left in absolute darkness. And once again I tried to get some rest. Though this time I felt even more uncomfortable. My ass still hurt and I had the taste of fresh piss in my snout. And now I not only leaked cum from my ass, but also piss from my cunt. And I could do exactly nothing about it.

This was totally humiliating. How could he do something like this to me? I was a human being, for god's sake! I didn't deserve this.

I tried not to think about what I did just some moments ago, but it didn't work. By now I got fucked in all holes, and I had to swallow pee. And pee was leaking out of my cunt! MY CUNT! I was a man. I wasn't supposed to have a cunt!

While I laid there and pondered my fate the lights went on again. Another one of his team entered the room.

"Hello, bitch. Are you ready for me?", he asked.

I was really desperate at that moment. I was tired like hell and didn't feel like taking anything more. But I had no choice. He only had to yank at the leash and I'd do what he wanted. So I simply let it happen.

This night I got used at least five more times. I stopped counting. And I didn't get much sleep.

When I woke up the last time he stood in front of the kennel again.

"So, did you have pleasant night? Please, I don't want to hear complaints.", he said grinning broadly.

I didn't do anything when he asked that.

"Good. You have an appointment with Dr. Slayter now.", he said.

Maggie needs to listen

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He detached the leash from the ring in the wall and took me for a walk. He carried me up the stairs like I was nothing and brought me into some kind of operating room. Dr. Slayter was already waiting there.

"Hello Maggie!", he greeted me.

I stood still.

"Don't you like to see me?", he asked.

I didn't know what to do, so I remained quiet.

"Hmm, obviously not. What a pity. But that's not the reason why we're here. Shall we start?", Dr. Slayter asked.

"By all means. I can't wait to see the result.", he said.

"Well, you should consider to implement some kind of sign language. She'll only be able to understand your voice after the procedure.", the doctor explained.

"Oh, that's OK. She'll know what to do. Of that I'm pretty sure. Or she'll learn by pain. That's quite effective, in my experience.", he said much to my horror.

"Yeah, definitely. But I've learned recently that you can do much with hypnosis. You know, suggesting certain things and she'll do it without complaints."

"No, sounds bad. Maybe she'll end up and feel pleasure. I definitely don't want that. I want her to feel pain and to be horny. And service my needs. If she doesn't want that, I'll punish her. That'll be enough.", he explained.

"Yeah, right. Everything else would be a waste. Shall we start?"

"Yeah."

"Please put her onto the table.", Dr. Slayter said.

Then he picked me up and laid me down on the table.

"See, this is the chip I'll implant on her drumhead. I'll have to take her under for that, but it'll only take 15 minutes, if you're OK with that.", he said.

"Sure, do what you have to do.", he said.

Then Dr. Slayter took a syringe from his bag and inserted the content into my butt. After that everything went black.

"Bleh, akba blub dram dub suck.... Maggie." I heard.

I could only understand some words, everything else was scrambled.

It was total nonsense. Then he looked directly into my eyes and moved his mouth.

I don't know what he said, but after that I could understand everything again.

"Tell me, how does it feel? Now you're a real bitch. Not even able to understand anything but the basic commands a bitch should know. I just wanted to let you know that this change is also permanent. If the chip stops working you'll not be able to understand anything, but that's not my problem. By then you'll have learned the sign language. Otherwise, have fun!", he explained.

The he said "Maggie is deaf."

Then I saw Dr. Slayter's mouth move, but I didn't understand anything he said.

"Ak Eh Ble..", I heard.

They talked for some time, but the only word I could understand was "Maggie" from time to time. Everything was totally garbled.

I whined and howled from frustration. This couldn't be real! Not only did I have to serve his hit men, I also couldn't understand what they were saying any more!

"Maggie, quiet!", I heard.

It clearly came out of his mouth. Then he continued talking to Dr. Slayter, and everything else was garbled. But nevertheless I stopped whining. I knew that I was totally at his whim. No need to inflict pain onto myself.

I tried to listen to them but I didn't understand a word. After a while Dr. Slayter pulled down his pants.

"Maggie, suck!", he ordered and I understood that.

This couldn't be real. I could only understand his command, and those were the most humiliating ones I could think of.

I hesitated at first. I had been fucked and giving head all night. I couldn't take it any more. And I sure as hell didn't want to give Dr. Slayter a blow job for what he'd done to me.

"Maggie, blah bleh foo ak fuu!", I heard him say.

I understood my name, and from the sound I realized that he was angry. Then he slapped me on the ass quite hard.

Dr. Slayter gave me a sign to look at him.

He formed a loose fist and touched his index finger with his thumb. Then he moved his hand back and forward.

"Blah ble ak eh uskaba...", I heard him say.

I looked puzzled.

He said something to him and moved into my field of vision.

"Maggie, look!", he ordered.

That came through clearly.

He made the same sign as Dr. Slayter did before.

"Maggie, suck!" he said while moving his hand back and forward.

I got it. This sign meant "suck dick". And I understood his command clearly.

Nevertheless I whined out loudly. I could only understand basic commands, and right now it felt most humiliating. I clearly saw that they wanted do turn me into a real dog. A real bitch in heat. A pet only reacting on preprogrammed commands.

With my now newly impaired hearing I wondered how long it would take to turn me into that. I guessed not long.

I still hesitated.

"Maggie, here! Suck!", he said and did the sign again.

Then he slapped me on the snout and said something I didn't understand. After that he showed me the sign again.

I knew what to do. With tears in my eyes I closed up to Dr. Slayter's dick and took it into my snout. I did my magic and felt him stiffen in my muzzle. While I did my job he caressed my pussy and I became horny in an instant. With his other hand he patted my head.

"Good Maggie. Good girl.", he said continuously and I could understand it.

I felt so utterly humiliated. This couldn't be real. They were destined to turn me into a ever horny bitch! And I could do nothing about it! I was becoming a real bitch!

After a while Dr. Slayter said something I didn't understand and then slapped my face hard. I was puzzled.

"Ba bek foo bleh!", I heard him say and then he slapped me another time.

He sounded angry. I could only guess that he wasn't satisfied with my performance. So I used my tongue on his dick. He began to moan and stroked my head with his hand. Again he said something I didn't understand and after that he fondled my clit more vigorously. I seemed to do something right.

It didn't take me long to make him cum. Apparently I was getting better at that. But once again I felt utterly humiliated and embarrassed when he shot his load into my mouth. This couldn't be real! I wasn't a bitch! I was a human being, for god's sake! And I wasn't gay!

"Good girl!", he said when Dr. Slayter pulled his dick out of my snout, and patted my head.

They really wanted to turn me into a bitch! A totally dick fixated bitch. But that would definitely not happen to me, at least I thought. Though, they came quite close to that. I didn't get anything else besides cock. Even my meals, if you could call them that, came out of a dick.

I howled out loud in desperation as I thought about that. And I began to cry. Tears flowed down my face.

First he said something I couldn't understand, and then Dr. Slayter answered him and patted my head again. After his response both laughed. They were obviously joking about me and I couldn't even understand it. This was so utterly humiliating! This couldn't be real!

Then he tugged my leash.

"Heel, bitch!", I heard him say and it came through clearly.

I choked shortly and then followed him. I didn't have a choice, did I?

While we walked through the hallways he talked to me with a soothing voice. I didn't understand a word besides the occasional "Maggie" or "bitch". But from his voice I could tell that he was satisfied with something. I could only guess that it was my performance with Dr. Slayter.

After a while we arrived at the staircase to my dungeon. By that time my legs were wet from my pussy juices again. Besides that I was horny like hell, and I could do nothing about it. It was living hell!

He carried me down the stairs and walked me to my kennel. He attached the leash to the D-ring in the wall and didn't even bother to close the kennel door. He knew exactly that there was no way for me to escape. He made that quite sure.

When he stood in the door he said something and laughed. I only understood the words "dick", "bitch", and "fun". The rest was garbage. Before he turned out the light he laughed hard. Then he left me in pitch darkness.

There I was again. Horny like hell, and not knowing what I should or could do with this desire. I shortly thought about using the bars again, but I knew that it wouldn't do me any good.

So I laid down and tried to get some sleep. But it wasn't that easy. I constantly had to think about what he had done to me and about what he was trying to do to me. He wanted to turn me into a real bitch, and even though I was destined to not let this happen, I had to admit that he was doing quite a good job.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I don't really know, my thoughts got interrupted by someone who turned on the light.

Two men entered the room. They were two of his crew, and they were huge! This meant pain, for sure. There was a chance that their dicks were tiny, of course, but I didn't think so.

They both looked at me, talked some gibberish I couldn't understand, besides "Maggie" and "bitch", and then they came to my kennel.

They talked some more, and there seemed to be a dispute, but then they agreed to something.

They entered the kennel and stood right before me, my snout literally in their crotches. Instinctively I backed off a little.

"Stay, bitch!", one of them said sharply, and I froze as ordered.

Both began to fiddle around with their zippers and pulled down their pants. Their dicks were as huge as they themselves were!

"Oh no, not again!", I thought and backed off again.

"STAY, Bitch!", one said again sharply.

Then he explained something to me that I couldn't understand. This was utterly frustrating! I howled out shortly and looked at them quizzically.

They looked at each other, one said something and then the began to laugh hard.

I guess they were scoffing at my inability to understand them. After they had their fun the smaller one pointed at his dick and then at my snout. Then he pointed at the other's cock and my behind.

The other one disappeared behind me. When I felt his dick pushing against my pussy the one in front of me said just two word, which came through clearly.

"Go, bitch!"

I knew exactly what to do, but I nevertheless it was awful to serve other men. I cringed.

I quickly had to overcome my disgust before he'd hurt me. When I slowly approached his dick with my snout I could felt him becoming impatient, so I sped things up a little and took his cock into my snout. Meanwhile the other one had pushed his dick deeply into my pussy and was teasing my clit with it.

Once again I began to shudder and my horniness increased tenfold. This couldn't be real! I knew exactly that I wouldn't get anything from this endeavor, other that I got even hornier. I couldn't live like this!

I began to howl and moan lowly while the dick in my snout got bigger and bigger. I realized that it wasn't enough to only stick it into my mouth and began to work on it while the other one was happily thrusting his dick into me.

Unfortunately, both of them took their time. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't make them cum fast. I worked on the dick in my mouth as hard as I could until my tongue and jaws ached, but he wouldn't cum. I don't know how, but I also managed to gyrate with my ass at the same time. Unfortunately that also didn't help.

It took them an eternity to cum, and when they did, they shot huge loads down my throat and pussy. I thought they'd never stop, though I somehow managed not to choke. Fortunately.

When the dick in my mouth slowly welted I licked him clean. Then he pulled it out with an audible sound.

I lowered my head and thought it was finally over, but then I got slapped on the snout.

"Lick it clean, bitch!", I head the other one say.

Meanwhile he stood in front of me and pushed his dick into my face.

I did as told. It was useless to resist. It would only end up in pain, and they'd make me do it, anyway.

While they got dressed again they talked to each other and occasionally laughed out loud.

When they left, both patted my head and said something with a soothing voice.

Then the door closed and I was left in darkness again.

Maggie gets a keeper

====================

And so it continued. He kept me in the kennel for god knows how long. I quickly lost track of time. In the beginning it was quite hard to get some sleep, because every time I defeated my horniness and actually managed to sleep the door opened and someone used me.

At first they tried to talk to me, but they quickly realized that I couldn't understand them. After that they only used commands that got through or used the sign language. I soon realized that he was getting closer and closer to his goal to turn me into a real bitch. I hardly resisted any more when a dick was pushed into my ass, pussy or snout.

Though I knew exactly what was happening to me I could do nothing against it. I had to obey and after some time my desire and horniness made me do it. I knew I couldn't get off on my own, so I tried to get the best out of it. But that also didn't work. I only got hornier.

Every time I thought it couldn't be possible, but I got no relief at all. My desire only increased, and not matter what I tried, it was useless.

Sometimes I managed to get some sleep, but it was mostly from pure exhaustion.

I tried to stay sharp and not to degrade into the bitch he wanted me to be, but eventually I had no choice. My daily routine was to keep the dicks of his crew happy. And I did so. I had no choice. When I disobeyed or didn't do it fast enough I ended up in pain, mostly quite severe pain.

They left me no choice but to do what they wanted me to do.

It was utterly frustrating. He really owned me.

It didn't take me long to completely loose track of time. There was only darkness or artificial light. And when the light was turned on I knew it meant humiliation and pain, because every time I got fucked or had to suck dick or both.

One day, things were different. The lights went on and he entered my dungeon.

He said something and I heard a click in my ear.

"Hello, bitch! I hope you came to like what you are!", I heard him say.

It took me some time to realize it, but I could understand what he was saying! I howled with joy.

"So you like to see me, as I get it! Good! But don't get your hopes high. I'm just here to tell you that I like your development. You're becoming the bitch I wanted you to be from the start. I guess you don't really know how long I kept you down here. How should you? Lights on, lights off, that's all you know. And lights on means taking some dick, doesn't it?", he said.

I was still puzzled about the fact that I could understand him, but nevertheless I was grateful to finally be able to talk to somebody again. So I nodded my head yes.

"Good. So the program is working.", he said with a big grin on his face.

"Do you like dicks?, he asked.

I desperately shook my head no. Though I had given countless men a blow job by now, I still didn't like it.

"Good. That's how I like it. Rest assured that you'll take dick for the rest of your life. But that's not the reason why I came here.", he responded.

I looked at him quizzically.

"I finally got you a real keeper. You won't be cleaned from a hose any more, and your dump will also be cleaned regularly. I finally found someone who is willing to do that. Took me some time to find and train it, but finally I got it.", he explained.

Then someone else entered the room. I didn't recognize him at first, but then it dawned to me. He assisted me with my betraying him. He was the one who to take care of all the computer stuff when we tried to betray him.

I didn't recognized him because he was bald in the first place. When I took a closer look at him, I realized that he didn't have any hair at all. Nowhere, even his eyebrows were gone.

But that wasn't the worst. He didn't have arms any more! His shoulders didn't even have stumps. His arms were completely gone. As were his balls and dick, also his nipples. He was totally sexless. And hairless.

"Maggie, meet Shitty. I think you recognize it. It's your accomplice, as I recently found out. It has been thoroughly trained to attend to all the few needs you have.", he explained.

He also had the same seamless collar like me.

"It'll clean out your dump and lick the juices from your legs, whenever you want it. Just say it and it'll do it, don't you?", he asked him.

To my surprise he eagerly nodded his head yes. I didn't even want to know what he did to him to get that response.

"It'll do whatever you want. Lick your cunt or your ass. If you want it.", he said laughingly, knowing that his would only make me hornier.

"But I had to give in to some things, unfortunately.", he said.

"Bring it in!", he ordered.

Then two of his thugs carried a steel toilet into the room and mounted it right beside the kennel. They bolted it into the floor and left.

"Don't get your hopes up, bitch. This is not for you, it's for your keeper. As much as I'd like to see it to eat his own shit, my doctors convinced me that it wouldn't last long this way. And since I want to see you suffer, it'll get his toilet. But you'll have to share your food, I'm afraid.", he said.

After his thugs had installed the toilet he ordered another one into the room. It was the blacksmith who fitted my collar.

"I want it to reach my bitch's dump, but I don't want it to be able to leave the room. Never ever again. See to it.", he told him.

"Of course!", he said.

Then he took a chain and measured the distance between the toilet and my dump. Then he took the chain and tried to reach the door. He didn't even make it half way to the door, but nevertheless he extended the chain until it nearly reached the door.

Then he cut the chain to the appropriate length and left the room. He came back with a welding apparatus.

"Shitty, come here!", he ordered.

He followed his order without hesitation.

Then he took the chain and welded it to his collar. After that he welded the other end to the base of the steel toilet.

"Done.", he grunted after he was finished.

"You'd have to rip the toilet out of the ground to get it free. And even then it would have to live with dragging a toilet around with him. There's still no method to get this collar or chain off his head.", he added.

"Good! Nice job. You may leave now.", he said.

"A pleasure, like always.", he said and left with his welding apparatus.

"So, I expect the dump to be clean at all times. You will do that for me, won't you?", he asked him.

He eagerly nodded his head yes.

"Good. That's what I've trained you for. I hope both of you have fun!", he said and left.

He turned out the light and everything went pitch black again. I howled shortly to get his attention, but nothing happened. I thought that he didn't want to, well, communicate to me, but after a short while I heard his chain rattle and then felt something warm in front of me.

I moved my snout a little and nudged him. He was right in front of me. Then the chain rattled again and he was gone. I felt him move slowly on my right side. When he reached my back I suddenly felt his belly touching my ass. I guessed that had gone down to his knees.

The chain rattled a little more and then I felt something warm and wet at the inside of my right leg. He was licking the pussy juices from it. It tickled, but it felt wonderful and erotic. Well, I was so utterly horny that everything felt erotic.

He slowly worked his way up until he reached my sac. Then he began to work on the other leg.

He did a very good job, but it was useless. I was so incredibly horny again that I felt the juices running down my legs again. After he was finished he'd have to start all over again to keep me clean.

This time when he reached my balls he first licked them and then took the whole sac into his mouth. When he gently massaged it with his tongue I realized that he didn't have teeth any more. I briefly wondered what else he had done to him, but that thought only lingered a second. I relished the wonderful feeling, realizing that it only made me hornier. But I didn't care. This was pure bliss!

When he finally released my balls, they ached strongly and I felt a little betrayed. I howled out in despair shortly. But the desperation didn't last long. He began to work his tongue on my pussy immediately after that. He probed it and worked on my clit, the head of my former dick. That made me even hornier and I began to moan.

He really knew all there is to know about licking pussy. I felt a giant orgasm building up. I began to pant hardly, hoping that the long awaited release would finally come. The more I panted and moaned the harder he worked with his tongue.

But the release never came. He got tired and moved on to my asshole. I could feel how he desperately tried to remove pieces of shit from my crack. It also felt great, but it was nothing in comparison to licking me out or caressing my balls with his tongue.

When he finally stopped I felt utterly betrayed. My balls ached like hell, I was horny as never before and nothing happened! Despite all the wonderful feelings there was no release. I was so turned on that I thought I'd explode every moment, but it didn't happen.

I desperately wiggled my ass and howled out loud, but nothing happened. When I stopped howling I could hear him breathe hard. It seemed he was quite exhausted. But he didn't say a word. In fact, I hadn't heard a single noise besides his breathing from him. Then it occurred to me that maybe he couldn't speak any more.

I tried to ask him, but that was quite pointless. Even if my attempts didn't sound like a whining dog, which in fact they did, he wouldn't be able to answer me anyway. I felt totally frustrated and quite silly when I heard my own useless attempts to speak and stopped immediately.

And then I realized that even if he was able to answer me I wouldn't be able to understand him! This was so incredibly frustrating that I began to cry.

Because I was so occupied with myself I didn't hear him move. Suddenly I felt his tongue in my face. He was lapping the tears from my face!

Then the door opened and the lights went on. I blinked from the sudden brightness.

"Whoa! Look what we have here! A toilet kissing a bitch! That's definitely worth a photo!", one of the two guys standing in the door bawled.

At that moment the colored spots faded from my eyes and I looked him directly into his eyes. A tear rolled down his cheek when he heard the word "toilet". I still couldn't even imagine what he did to him to make him eat shit. This was so utterly disgusting! I considered myself to be lucky just having to serve dicks.

"Toilet, come here, I need to take a leak!", the other one said while they walked into the room.

He struggled to get up and nearly lost his balance. Then he walked over to the guy. Meanwhile they stood in the middle of the room and he had pulled down his pants. He sported a quite fat, but still flaccid dick.

I howled when I saw his member. I prayed that he wouldn't be the one fucking my ass.

"Well, what was that? I guess you can't wait to feel this one in your ass, can you? Wait, it won't take long. Just let me take a leak.", he grinned.

The other one didn't object, so I knew who would get which end.

Meanwhile I had to watch how toilet walked over to the guy, got onto his knees and then took the dick into his mouth. He groaned shortly and then let it flow. He gulped heavily but managed to not loose a single drop. But I knew it wasn't easy for him. At the end he choked hard.

The guy who used him grunted when he was finished and roughly pushed him away.

"Get lost, toilet. Go play with your own kind.", he simply said.

He got up and walked to the toilet. Then he began to lick the toilet seat clean. Whatever he had done to him, I didn't want to know.

"You should try it. It is quite good!", he told the other guy.

"Yeah, maybe I'll use it when I'm finished. I have to admit, it's quite a nice playground we have here!", the other one said.

Then they approached my kennel.

"Now it's your turn.", one of them said.

The one with the big cock fucked my ass, and quite enjoyed it. The other one I had to service with my snout.

Both were quite satisfied when I finished them off.

"Oh boy, I need to take a dump. I guess I'm lucky that there is a toilet nearby.", the one enjoying my snout said after I licked him clean.

"Do you wanna watch?", he asked the other one.

"Are you kidding? Don't wanna miss it for the world!", the other one said.

Then they both went out of the kennel. He was still busy licking the seat of his toilet clean.

"Toilet, over here!", he ordered.

He got up and went over to him as ordered.

"Get on the ground. I need to take a dump.", he said and pushed him.

He go onto his knees, turned around and laid down on the ground with his face directly between his legs.

He squatted down on his face with his asshole directly above his mouth. Then he began to moan and shit directly into his mouth. While he did that, he peed onto his bald head. I could hear him gulp, but nothing else escaped his mouth! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! He deliberately ate another man's feces! This couldn't be real!

After a short while he stopped moaning.

"I'm finished. Now lick me clean!", he ordered and rubbed his ass into his face.

He did his best to clean him up. Then he got up.

"Now clean the floor!", he ordered.

He meant his puddle of pee he left behind.

I thought it was a bad dream when I saw him struggling to get onto his knees and then slurping the pee from the floor! What the hell did he do to him?

"Whoa, you should try that!", he said.

"Great feeling! Can you imagine eating someone else's shit? I can tell you, it's a real toilet. A pity we don't have two of you. The the other one could have taken care of my dick then. Maybe I should suggest that...", he said laughingly.

Then both left the room. Before they turned out the light I looked him in the face again. Torrents of tears ran down his face while he lapped his piss from the ground, but still no sound escaped from his mouth. This could only mean that he wasn't able to talk any more.

"I expect the floor to be clean when I'm back again!", one of them said while they left the room.

When the door closed we were left in pitch blackness again.

For a while I heard him lapping the piss from the floor. Then his chain rattled and everything went silent.

I tried to get some sleep, but I woke up only minutes after I fell asleep. The next guy entered the room.

And so time passed. I rarely got sleep, because I mostly was too horny to fall asleep. And when I did there was always someone wanting to use me. Between those encounters toilet cleaned me and my dump. All I got was dick and pain.

I don't know how long this went on. I lost track of time. It was either dark or light with someone fucking me. Since I couldn't see daylight I didn't even know if it was day or night.

After a while I think I got really good at giving head. Though I didn't understand a word of what they said I got the impression that the men were fighting about who got his dick sucked by me. Then it came to me that it could also mean that my ass wasn't that tight any more as it used to be.

The more I thought about it the more it made sense. In time it became difficult to get to the dumpster in time when I had to shit. And it didn't hurt at all any more when the studs fucked me in the ass.

It didn't matter how big they were. Their dicks went in easily and I barely felt a thing. Some even fisted me.

After a while they even fucked toilet in the ass. As I said, I don't know what they said, but was always an argument before one of two fucked toilet in the ass.

Before that I thought they were only joking about him, but who am I to say that. I didn't understand a thing.

But that wasn't the worst thing. I still had another hole that needed attention. Just giving head only made me hornier. I only got the small satisfaction I could get from him when he licked me clean and caressed my balls.

So I caught myself wiggling my ass to the guys wanting to fuck me. When I first realized me doing that I tried to stop myself, but the desire was too great. I realized that I really needed it. The desire drove me crazy. He really got what he wanted. He was obviously turning me into a bitch! And there was nothing I could do about that! I really tried to stop me, but I couldn't.

Then, after god knows how long, I saw him again.

Maggie goes party!

==================

He looked at me and said something.

"Hello, bitch! You perform quite well, as I hear. Your snout is quite popular!", heard him say.

"Can you understand me?", he asked.

It took me some time to realize that he was actually talking to me and that I could understand him. I vigorously nodded my head yes.

"Good. I'm glad you didn't forget the human language. It would have been a pity if you you had.", he said.

"Because I want you to know, I'll let you off the leash!", he explained.

When I heard that I got so excited that I lost control. I felt pee flowing down my legs. When toilet saw the mess I made he immediately got up and came into my kennel.

Toilet first licked my legs clean and then slurped the puddle between my legs.

He observed the scene silently, but he couldn't conceal a slight smile. I didn't realize that. I was so excited by the thought to get free that I lost control over my bowels also. I shit toilet right into the face, and he still didn't utter a sound.

He just licked it from his face when he was finished with the pee.

When he saw that he burst into laughter. Then I knew he was playing games.

"I see I have trained both of you well. Don't get excited, bitch. And neither should you, toilet. My bitch will go to a party tonight. Don't get your hopes high, toilet. I made sure that you will never ever get out of this room. You just have to live without your bitch this night.", he laughed.

"I heard your ass isn't what it used to be. I really hope Dr. Slayter can do something about that. I'll have to ask him tonight.", he said.

I cringed when I heard that name.

"Yes, you'll meet your creator again. Isn't that great?", he asked.

I didn't know what to do. Nodding my head no would only end up in pain, and a yes would most certainly end up in more humiliation at best.

But the latter seemed more pleasant to me, so I nodded my head yes.

"Good. I don't know what he has up his sleeve, but if he doesn't have anything you'll be the star of the party, isn't that great?", he cheered.

Again I nodded my head yes, still not knowing what to do.

"Don't expect anything nice from me. You should know better, bitch.", he said.

Then he released the chain from the wall that kept me in the kennel for god knows how long and took it into his hands.

The chain rattled and he went towards the door.

Finally I could leave this room! This was my chance! At least I thought

"Heel!", he ordered.

When I heard that command I knew that my freedom was far, far away.

I had to follow his orders, otherwise he'd choke me to death. I hadn't forgotten about my collar, though I had carefully avoided to cross my borders. That would be the door of my kennel.

Shit, I already thought of me as a bitch. Humans didn't live in a kennel! They had an apartment or something like that. But not a kennel!

He led me into another room in the basement.

"We have to clean you up first. And make you look nice. You like that, don't you?", he asked.

Again I nodded my head yes. I didn't have a choice.

There was another slave waiting when we entered.

"Clean it up and make it smell nice!", he ordered.

"Yes, master! As you wish, master!", the slave answered.

"I'll be back in half an hour. See to it that it is clean by then!", he said.

"Yes, master, of course, master!", the slave said.

Then he left the room and locked the door behind him.

The slave got to work. He took a hose and plugged it into a water tap in the wall. Then he hosed me down quite thoroughly with really cold water. I shuddered when he finally turned the water off.

Then he took rough cloth and scrubbed me everywhere. I howled lowly all the time. The cloth really hurt and made my skin sore.

"Stop crying, bitch! That's the price you have to pay for being so filthy!", he said.

Great! Could it get even more humiliating? Even his slaves called me bitch now! This couldn't be real!

When he got to my privates I thought I'd die. He scrubbed my balls and pussy quite thoroughly. It hurt quite a lot, but at the same time made me horny like hell. I didn't know whether to moan from pleasure or to howl from pain!

I just wanted him to stop. And finally he did.

I thought my ordeal was over, but far from it.

He took a box from a shelf and began to put some powder on me.

"This stuff will prevent you from sweating and it smells quite nice. It has a little side effect, though. It will cause some itching, I'm afraid.", the slave explained.

Some itching was quite an understatement. It itched like hell and he didn't miss a single spot on my body.

"Make sure you get rid of the powder after this evening. Otherwise your skin will inflame!", he explained.

I howled out in desperation. But there was a slight chance that he'd have me cleaned up after this party. His men would reject me if I was sick.

When he was finished I smelled like a lilac tree. It was awful! Even my face was covered with this stuff!

Seconds after the slave finished the powder treatment he entered the room again.

"Well, piece of shit. You seem to be able to meet my standards at all. You finished the task I gave you!", he cheered.

The slave got his hopes up, but only for a moment.

"So I'll have you spanked only a little. How about 30 whips with the leash? I think that'll do it. Somehow I believe that you still need some incentive.", he said.

His face went pale immediately. Nevertheless he still tried to look delighted, but that didn't work.

"Yes master, you're right master. Of course I deserve this punishment. Thank you, master!", he said.

"Very well. But I can tell that you're lying. You're don't think that you deserve this punishment. So to give you something to think about, I'll make it 50 whips. And please try to be delighted this time, otherwise I'll double it!", he said sharply.

"Yes, master! Thank you, master! It'll be a pleasure to receive your punishment!", he said with his head bowed down.

"That's the right attitude. Well, since you said that so nicely I'll make it 100 whips. But I'll be nice. They'll be distributed all over your body.", he explained.

"Thank you, master!", he responded.

"Well, I hope you'll learn from this lesson. Next time I want to look you in the face and see real joy, understood?", he asked.

"Yes, master! Thank you, master!", he answered.

"You know where to go. Get lost, asshole!", master ordered.

"Yes, master! Thank you again, master!", he said and left.

"Yeah, well, piece of shit.", he murmured.

"You know, it's quite difficult to get capable personnel. But in the end he'll learn, I'm sure.".

"At least there's something he can do right. He prepared you for the party in time. That's at least something. Now listen closely: You'll get used this evening, that's for sure. If I hear that you disobeyed any order I'll beat the shit out of you. If you pee or shit without permission I'll beat the shit out of you. In general, if you misbehave, you'll get punished like never before. You know what pain means by now, but I have a reputation to loose. When that happens I'll not only hurt you, I'll turn you into the perfect fuck toy. I'll remove the remainders of your arms and legs and let you rot in your kennel. You won't be able to move on your own and have to hope that someone will feed you. You'll only have your torso, your balls and your holes left after that. Understood?", he said.

I got sick when he said that. I knew that he really meant it, so I vigorously nodded my head yes.

"Good. Remember my words! My limit of tolerance is quite low today!", he added sharply.

Then he took the leash and led me out of the room.

He carried me up the stairs and then I left the house for the first time as a dog.

Shit, I realized that I began to think of myself as a dog! That must not happen! I was a human person, not the bitch he tried to turn me into!

There was a big park in front of the house, and there was a big limousine in the driveway. A driver was waiting in front of the limousine.

"Open the trunk!", he ordered.

I howled out loud while he opened the trunk.

"What's up with you? Did you really think that I'd let you drive in the backseat with me? You're a bitch, a piece of shit, and shit doesn't travel first class!", he said.

"Put it into the trunk!", he ordered the driver.

"Yes, master!", he responded immediately.

So he also was one of his slaves. No surprise there. He put me into the trunk and closed it.

"And drive carefully. I don't want it to be damaged!", I could hear him say.

I still wasn't used to be being called a thing. I cringed when he said that.

"Of course, master!", I heard and then the doors shut.

I have to admit that he drove quite carefully. I didn't have to brace myself even once. I was shaken around a little, but not that much that I hurt myself.

After an eternity the car finally stopped. I heard doors opening and closing. Then the trunk opened.

"How are you, bitch?", he asked.

I howled out loud.

"Shut up! It was a metaphorical question. Actually I don't care at all. Take it out of the trunk!", he ordered his driver.

He put me onto my paws again and handed him the leash.

"Here, master!", he said.

"Park the car now. You may take the time off and have some fun, but be alert. You know what will happen if you're late!", master grinned mischievously.

"Of course, master! Thank you, master!", he said.

Then he took me on a short leash and led me to the front door.

"Heel!", he ordered.

I didn't have much choice. He kept the leash so short that he choked me with almost every step. When he rang the door bell, the door opened immediately. A very beautiful girl with a maid uniform and an incredible small waist and very high heels opened the door.

"Good evening, Sir! A pleasure to meet you! Please, enter!", the girl chirped.

Then the maid stared at me in disbelieve, but didn't say a word. I could see the astonishment in her eyes.

"Well, finally you've learned your lesson.", he grunted and pulled me into the mansion.

"Yes, master. Please follow me.", she chirped.

She led us to a large, two panel door and opened it.

"Please enter, master! If you need anything, no matter what, just call me.", she said.

"You bet I will.", he grunted.

Then he pulled at the leash and we entered the room. There was lots of chatter going on in the room, but when he entered with me at his heels the room went silent immediately. Everyone stared at me in disbelieve.

"Since my bitch already got your attention, let me introduce you to it. This is my former accountant. He tried to betray me, but of course, I found out. I thought long about what to do with such a piece of shit. And I came to the conclusion that death was way too good for it. So I turned it into the bitch it really is. Now it has to service my men whenever they want and his accomplice is it's toilet slave. If you want to give it a shot, you're quite welcome. My bitch is quite good at blow jobs, but as I'm told it's ass isn't what it used to be, so don't blame me. And of course, there's always it's pussy. Thank you!", he explained.

After his announcement he pulled the chain again and entered the crowd. Shortly after that the chatter started again, but still everyone stared at me. I could hear them talking about me. For some reason master still hadn't given the command that activated the scramblers in my ears.

As if he knew what I was thinking he bowed down to me and whispered into my ear.

"I want you to experience how it is to be a bitch, a real thing, something to be used. It's what you are. I want you to know what other persons think about you. I want to deeply humiliate you. That's why I'm allowing you to understand human language today. But don't think that this will last forever. I'll give the command once we're out of here. And then I'll probably never turn the thing off again. I want you to become a true bitch. You don't need to understand the human language. You only need to understand and do what you're told."

I whined shortly after that.

"And once this marvelous invention is out of power, you won't be able to understand anything but the trained words at all. At least I hope so, if not, I'll have the batteries recharged until your little bitch's brain has adjusted properly.", he went on.

This time I howled out loud.

"Quiet, bitch! That's how it will be. You'll service dicks in every conceivable way for the rest of your life, being an always willing bitch in heat. Get used to it! And from now on you'll be quiet, understood?", he ordered.

I nodded my head yes. There was nothing else I could do. I could only hope that I would be able to not submit to my destined fate. But other than that there was nothing I could do.

Then he entered the crowd. The first person he touched talked to him.

"Hi! Long time no see!", he greeted him.

"Definitely, how are you?", he answered.

They continued to exchange pleasantries, but it didn't take him long to raise me as the main topic.

"That's a fine piece of art you have there. I'd like to have something similar for myself.", the other one started.

"Well, actually, it's quite simple. You just need a slave which doesn't matter to you. The procedures were quite dangerous and there was a big chance that it wouldn't survive it. But if it does, you'll have much fun with it. Of course it's always easier to have our beloved Doctor make you a cushion.", he explained.

"A cushion?", the other one asked.

"Yes, don't you know about that? Just take a slave and have his arms and legs removed. Maybe his pathetic dick, also, and have his urethra dilated. Or maybe let him keep a pussy. Doesn't matter. Just put him into your bed and use him as you like. Train him to take your morning pee or whatever you like. It's fun. Just don't let it leave the bed. On the other hand, how should it? Let your house keeping slaves arrange it as a cushion, hence the name. It's fun. I have one for in my own bed, too.", master explained.

"Well, sounds fun, but I'd really like a bitch like yours.", he responded.

"As I said, you need to find the right slave for that...", he said.

This went on and on and on.

He had to explain me to everyone he knew or didn't know. Surprisingly, I didn't have to service any dicks.

Then Dr. Slayter entered the scene.

The two panel door opened and he entered with a little boy at his side. He led him into his room at his hand.

I stared at him immediately. He looked like a perfectly normal little boy. But at a closer look there was something strange. I didn't realize it at first but then Dr. Slayter began to talk.

"This is my little Eric.", he began and pointed both his hands at him.

"He was once eighteen years old an thought of him as an adult. But then he met me. I think I was just lucky. I met him at a bar and he agreed to have one last beer with me. So much about his luck.", he went on and grinned broadly.

The crowd laughed out loud when he said that.

"Well, I decided to keep him and turn him into my fantasy. As you all know, I don't like women very much, but I do like little boys. And it's quite dangerous at the moment to work with real six year old boys. So I decided to turn him into one.", he said.

"I had his papers changed and right now he's forever mine. I shortened his legs and arms to make him smaller, and I also incapacitated him a little. I don't want my boys to be too independent. They have to depend on adults like me. I think you'll agree.", he went on.

The crowd clapped approvingly.

"So, I decided to remove his thumbs and sew his fingers together. Like this his hands are quite useless and he'll be dependent on my help. He can't even feed himself.", Dr. Slayter explained.

Again the crowd showed their consent.

"As you can see, I softened his face to make him look more childish, but that's quite easy. Along the way I decided to make him incontinent, too. This way he'll always know his place. And when I say incontinent, I mean it. He recently shit himself in front of a very beautiful cashier at the mall. He doesn't have any control left.", he continued.

The crowd laughed, but the boy didn't care. He was too busy rubbing the front of his quite ridiculous suit. It was only then when I realized one strange thing about him. His pants were to wide. He wore very thick diapers!

While rubbing the front of himself he was staring at the beautiful maid who opened the door for us.

"I also removed his useless little prick. I don't know if he thought that it was something to keep, but I thought it was quite pathetic. And since his only purpose is to please me, he doesn't need it any more. He can't cum, just like a real eleven year old boy not having started puberty. As you can see right now. Eric, behave yourself!", he ordered.

The boy turned beet red in an instant and stopped rubbing.

"As you can see further, he seems to like women. I guess you enjoyed the sight of our maid for this evening. By the way, her name is Chrissie. I'll introduce you to her later.", Dr. Slayter went on, while the little boy retracted the hand from the front of his ridiculous outfit.

"I hope that was the first and last time you slipped this evening. Otherwise I'll have to punish you harshly", he scolded the boy.

"He has some other features built in. I have found a new way to keep his interesting parts tight. I stretched his asshole to the widest possible extent. Then I implanted a special ring around it. Though it makes him incontinent, this ring can be activated by a remote control. When activated, his ass is as tight as you wish. No more worrying about loosening him up.", he explained.

"I think his diapers are quite wet by now. Because he can't get release he's oozing precum all the time, aren't you?", he asked the little boy.

He didn't listen. He was busy looking around in the crowd. I knew exactly how he felt. I was incredibly horny right now. Even though I stood still, the incessant itching was constantly there, always bugging me. And there was no hope that it would ever stop. I couldn't even imagine how humiliating it was having to use diapers in front of others. Thank god he couldn't do that to me. His guys would be quite annoyed if they had to change dirty diapers before using me.

"Well, I guess he's busy trying to cope with his pent up desire. But that doesn't matter. He'll never ever get off again. One more thing: The ring doesn't eliminate the pain. It feels exactly like without the ring. So you don't have to worry about missing your slave's screams and begging for mercy after the procedure. Depending on how loose your slave is, there is a good chance that it'll hurt even more after implanting the ring.", he went on.

"Well, that's about it. If you're interested in this, don't hesitate to ask. If you need a test ride, he is at everyone's service this evening. You may also use his cute little ass, but when you do I have to insist that you clean him up before and diaper him again afterwards. Otherwise it could get quite mess. As I said, he can't control himself anymore. Besides that: have fun today!", he closed his speech.

Then he took his boy by the hand and disappeared in the crowd.

"This procedure sounds quite interesting. I've heard complaints from my guys that you're getting loose at your rear end. But I don't like you being incontinent. That would certainly mess things up.", he said to me.

Yes, that definitely sounded like a no-go for this procedure! I didn't want to have a ring in my ass and to be tight again. I was quite happy that I loosened up so much that I could easily take the dick of Ben. He was the guy with the biggest dick in his team. He still had fun fucking my ass, but he had loosened me up quite a lot, and the one's being smaller than him didn't feel very much any more when they fucked me in the ass.

While I thought about that almost everyone around us stared at me and asked him about me. He patiently answered all their questions.

After a while Dr. Slayter appeared with his little boy at his tails.

"Hello, Lee, how are you?", he greeted him.

"Fine, thank you!"

"And how is my Maggie?", Dr. Slayter asked.

"Way too fine for such a treacherous piece of shit. But I think it learned its lesson, didn't it?", he asked me.

I grunted and approvingly pushed my snout into his crotch. If I hadn't reacted positively to that I was sure he'd punish me later.

"It seems it needs some attention. Would you like to feel a hard, thick, throbbing, real man's dick into your cunt? Or in your ass? Or your snout?", he asked me.

I whined shortly, but still continued to push my snout into his crotch. I was getting hornier by the minute. In fact, he was right. I desperately needed to feel something inside me, or I'd go crazy.

"Good girl. But you'll have to wait a little until it's your turn.", he responded.

Then the boy freed himself from Dr. Slayter and walked behind me. I felt him touching my clitoris and my sac. I was so horny that I immediately began to tremble and howled out softly.

"Eric, where are your manners?", Dr. Slayter scolded the boy.

"Sorry, Daddy!", he cried out with the voice of a six year old boy and returned to him.

"What did you do to him?", he asked his Daddy.

Dr. Slayter then explained in great detail what he had done to me. The boy listened in disbelieve. He couldn't grasp it, but for me it was quite real. It was my personal hell.

"I have to admit, this ring sounds quite exciting. But I don't like the incontinence.", he said when Dr. Slayter finished his explanation.

"I have to admit, the incontinence is a problem. But how about a butt plug? It just has to be big enough. And our Maggie is well trained, isn't she? She only shits into her cage or when you allow it, right?", Dr. Slayter asked.

"There you're right. And a butt plug isn't such a bad idea. You'll get used to it, won't you, Maggie?", he asked me.

I cried out in horror. He couldn't do that to me! Or toilet! He would have to pull the plug out of me every time before I got fucked! He couldn't mean that, could he?

"I didn't expect anything else. I bet you're looking forward to that.", he deliberately misinterpreted my howling.

"But I'd like to have a test ride before I order. May I?", he added.

"Of course. Eric is pleased to help you with that, aren't you? But as I said, I have to insist that you diaper him afterwards. Though, in your case I'd make an exception and do it for you.", Dr. Slayter answered.

"No, thank you. I just want to feel what I buy.", he responded.

"Very well, then have fun!"

Then he left with the little boy and a remote control in his hands. During his absence Dr. Slayter held the leash.

"Well, Maggie, I heard that you are quite good at giving head. I don't think Lee will mind a quickie. Heel!", he ordered.

I had no choice but to follow him. Otherwise he would have choked me.

"This collar of yours really is a piece of art. Maybe I could do that surgically. Like putting a ring around the windpipe and attach a small nylon string to it. When the string is pulled the ring contracts. Yeah, shouldn't be that difficult. I should try that. A built in choke collar, that's a nice idea. Don't worry, though, as I understand it, it's too late in your case. Your collar can't be removed. At least not without killing you.", he pondered while pulling me through the room.

He made me painfully aware of that fact and I howled out shortly.

"I'm glad you like it.", he mocked.

Then he opened a door and led me into a little storage room. He pulled down his pants and sported a huge, stiff dick.

"Get to work, bitch!", he ordered.

Meanwhile I hat not resentments whatsoever any more to take another man's dick into my mouth. I knew exactly what to do. I didn't even think about it any more. And that made me realize how far I had come. I was deliberately giving head to another man and I didn't even mind! It seemed they actually turned me into a bitch! This couldn't be real!

But then, here I was, giving head to another man! And I eagerly awaited his cum spurting into my mouth. That would give me some satisfaction at least! I was disgusted by myself. On the other hand I couldn't stop myself. My pent up hormones surely did their job.

After he shot his load down my throat and I licked him clean kinda on auto pilot. When I realized what I just did, I howled out in desperation.

"So, finally you realize what you are, bitch? You can't escape your desire. I'd advise you to accept the fact that you'll be a fuck hole for the rest of your life. You'll be used as a thing, and there's nothing you can do about it. If you resist, someone will pull your leash and you have to obey. Get used to it, bitch.", he said.

"By the way, you were quite wonderful. I hope you loved my donation.", he grinned.

Then he pulled my leash and left the room.

"Heel!", he ordered and led me back into the salon again.

After we entered the room again it didn't take him long to show up again with the little boy at his hand.

"Thank you for watching Maggie. He was outright incredible. I really want that for her. You have the order. And if her ass stays so unbelievably tight forever I have to think about her cunt again. I can't see that she still needs one under that circumstances. But I think you can help me with that.", he said much to my horror.

I felt tears of frustration and desperation form into my eyes.

"You see, he also likes that thought!", Dr. Slayter mocked and stroked my head.

"Good, then we should make an appointment soon.", he replied.

"Exactly. Can't you see the joy in Maggie's eyes? She can't await it.", Dr. Slayter grinned.

"Right.", he said and tugged my leash.

Then he led me away from him. I was quite glad about that, but I knew that it wouldn't be for long.

Everywhere he went he was asked about me. After a while he got tired about that.

"Well, since you seem to be quite interested in my little piece of shit, you can have it. It has three holes that can be filled simultaneously. Just ask for the leash!", he announced.

I was horrified! He couldn't do that to me!

I couldn't even finish thinking about that before one of the other masters asked him about me and he handed over the leash.

"Have fun with this little bitch.", he said.

He pulled the leash and led me away.

The remainder of the evening was horrible. I didn't get a free minute. The masters abused me in every conceivable way. I was fisted in the ass and the pussy, they plain outright fucked me in all three holes, and some even found pleasure in choking me. My balls got tortured and teased, and almost everyone had a good laugh at me. Once one was finished another one entered the room. I guessed that there was quite a large queue in front of the door.

Never before in my life I swallowed so much cum. My balls and ass hurt seriously after a while and above all, I was horny like hell! Despite the fucking I only got hornier. Once or twice I thought that I eventually get my orgasm, but of course that did not happen.

Even though the room didn't have the bars of my kennel and I wasn't chained to the wall it felt like an awfully busy evening in my dungeon.

Until the last one took the leash and brought me back to him.

"Hello, bitch! As I heard you had lots of fun tonight! And guess what: you'll get more once you're back in your kennel. My men are dying to get you back! There'll be a large queue in front of your room.", he said with a broad grin on his face.

I howled out in frustration when he said that. My whole body hurt. I couldn't take any more dick. My ass was quite sore, as were my pussy and my snout. My balls hurt like hell and I felt quite bloated from all the cum.

"But don't get too excited. Tomorrow you have an appointment with Dr. Slayter. He'll implant the ring into you. After that you'll have a three week break. You'll be under all the time. It'll heal faster this way. After that you'll be perfect. My men will love you! Isn't that great?", he went on.

I howled in desperation again.

"I thought you'll like it. Good.", he said.

"And that's the last thing you'll hear from me. We need to save the batteries. Just in case Dr. Slayter devises another nice procedure for you, I want you to know. But right now you know all you need to know. Goodbye! Maggie is deaf!", he said.

After that I couldn't understand a word any more. Everything was scrambled again.

I looked at him briefly. He moved his lips, but I didn't understand a thing. Then he pulled the leash.

"Heel, bitch!", I heard him say.

Then he led me out of the house to the car. Once again I was put into the trunk by the driver.

Back home he led me into my kennel and attached the leash to the wall again.

When we left Dr. Slayter's place it was still dark outside. So I knew it was night right now. But it didn't really help me, since I didn't know how late it was. I also didn't have any means to judge the passing of time.

Just a short while after I was back in my kennel another one of his men entered the room and fucked me.

This went on until he showed up again.

Maggie gets a Ring

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"Hello, bitch!", he greeted me.

"Bla brek slub blabber...", he went on.

I howled in desperation. I couldn't understand him, but I knew what was about to happen.

"Quiet, bitch!", he said.

Then he took the leash and led me out of the room. We didn't leave the basement. He just led me into another room with some surgical equipment inside. Dr. Slayter was already waiting inside. I howled in desperation and fear, but there was nothing I could do.

He put me onto the surgeon's table and grinned.

Then Dr. Slayter attached an IV to my left forearm. He said something I couldn't understand and then everything went black.

I slept for quite some time. But I can't really tell since I have no feeling of time any more.

But finally I woke up. I was in a white room, in a white bed with white sheets. I awfully looked like a hospital room.

"Bla ble ukak ble.", I heard someone say.

I knew at once that it was his voice, but I couldn't understand him. I howled out in desperation. I wanted to know what he'd done to me.

Then he said something.

After that I could understand him clearly.

"Hello bitch! How do you feel?", he asked.

Once again I howled.

"I knew you'd like your modifications.", he said.

Modifications? That sounded bad. I thought I'd only get this ring.

"Well, while Dr. Slayter was at it, I decided to give you some tits. A bitch without tits isn't really a bitch, is it?", he grinned.

What the hell did he do to me? I didn't want tits! I didn't need tits! What kind of bitches did have tits? But then again I sure as hell wasn't an ordinary bitch.

"My men said that they'd like to feel some tits while they fuck you. So I thought, why not? But don't think that you got ordinary tits. When they get fondled you'll get horny. Your nipples are connected directly to your useless clit. You'll get wet when somebody works on them. And the best thing is: it isn't a one way road! Whenever plays with your useless clit your nipples will tingle, also.", he explained.

This couldn't be real. Didn't I endure enough torment. The last thing I need were more erogenous zones! I howled out in frustration again.

"Don't complain, bitch! You'll like it. Let me explain the design. Since your nipples will always be hanging down, my dear Doctor had to design a way not to let them sag. And, surprise, surprise, he did. You got quite big silicon implants. But he devised a way to make them feel real. There's a quite large layer of mammary glands around your implants to make them feel real. Then he attached the implants to the remaining ribs with some elastic, though quite durable substance. That means that your tits won't ever sag and you'll be as good as new forever. Isn't that nice?", he asked.

I howled again in despair. I didn't want tits! I was a man, for god's sake!

"So you like it. Good. I don't know, how, but my dear Doctor managed to keep the mammal glands alive. This means that you'll be constantly giving milk from now on. Your toilet will have a new duty from now on. If it doesn't milk you, you'll experience a serious amount of pain, so I suggest you make it drink from your nipples. How you do that, is up to you. Dr. Slayter worked on toilet, too, while you were out. I thought that it knows everything it needs to know, so there's no need any more that it can hear. Toilets don't listen in. Dr. Slayter took care of that during your recuperation period. But I'm sure you'll figure out a way to make it suck your tits.", he went on.

Once again I howled in despair.

"Yeah, well, that's dogs and little children are quite alike. They both don't like it when they're told what to do. But I have enough of that. You need to get back to your dungeon.

Then he picked me up and brought me back to my kennel. When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs he put me on my paws again.

This couldn't be real, I thought at that moment. I was a person, not a pet. I had to think about me as a person!

He seemed to be able to read my thoughts.

"Do you still think that you're a person? It's a pity, really. Your toilet learned that a long time ago. But if you still want to go that way, why not? It just increases my joy. Think what you want, but you won't escape, ever. Just for the sake of argument, what would you do if I'd let you escape? Your arms and legs are gone, and nothing Dr. Slayter did to you is reversible. Would you nudge a police man in the crotch, just like you did this evening to some masters? Just accept it: you're a bitch and you'll ever be.", he told me.

He was so obviously right. I would never escape his dungeon. I would never escape my hell. I would be Maggie for the rest of my life.

I howled out again once I realized my fate.

"Does that mean you finally understand your fate, that you can't escape it?", he asked.

He asked that when we reached the door to my kennel.

I didn't know what to do. I knew exactly that he was right, but I didn't want to accept it. Somewhere inside I was a man, not a bitch. I didn't want to be what he wanted me to be.

"Do you accept it?", he asked once again and choked me by tugging the leash.

I desperately nodded my head yes.

"Good. Then I can send you back to bitch land now. And I hope for you that I don't have to get you back from there. The only reason for me to do so would be another procedure by Dr. Slayter. Though I do always like his ideas, I think you had enough. But then, we'll never know.", he said.

After that he fondled my clit a little until the juices ran freely down my legs.

"Do you like that?", he asked.

I was horny like hell by that time. He really got me going. I thought I'd cum any time now, even though I knew that it unfortunately would never happen.

"That feels good, doesn't it?", he teased me.

Then he pulled his finger out of my cunt and pushed his fist into my ass. It went in without pain.

"That was easy. It feels like there is room for a truck in here.", he grinned.

Then he moved his fist around in my ass and felt for my prostate. When he found it, he crushed it hard. I howled out in pain and felt some more fluid flowing down my legs.

"I hope that hurt. I'll tell my men that you don't like it, so you're gonna feel that a lot from now on. Well, if they don't fuck you in the ass. I really hope that the ring works. You're so wide open now that it isn't fun any more. Even your pussy is tighter. And there's so much shit in here. You're a dirty little bitch, aren't you?" he teased me.

The he formed a fist and pulled it out of my ass again.

"That's really nasty, isn't it?", he said after he came to my front and smeared the shit into my snout.

He gave toilet a sign with his hand.

I heard his chain rattle and then he stood right in front of me. While he licked his shit stained hand clean he teased him.

"Yes, that's what you like, don't you? You do like shit, don't you? I hope you can cope with all that cum you get! I bet my bitch gives you plenty. Even if it comes out of her ass. But then, it serves all your needs. I'm quite glad that I didn't make you dependent on shit. I want you to suffer every time you have to eat it. Though, you seem to be so eager that I think I have failed.", he grinned while he licked my shit from his fingers.

He looked at him with very sad eyes, but didn't say a word. How could he? He ate the shit and then licked my face clean.

"Good! I did train you well. And that even without making you like shit. That wouldn't have been fun, anyway."

I couldn't even begin to imagine what hell he was going through. He didn't train him to like shit, but he consumed it like it was nothing. As far as I knew he liked it.

"But wait, I have a present for both of you!", he said and briefly left the room.

When he returned he had a giant dildo in his hands.

"Since you're now incontinent, bitch, you'll have to wear this.", he said and wagged the monster.

I howled out loud when I saw that thing. It was monstrous.

"And you, toilet, will pull it out of it's ass when my men want it. Is that clear?", he said to him and gave him another sign with his hand.

Toilet looked at him quizzically. He only knew that he needed his attention.

"OK, I'll give you a short demonstration.", he said grinningly.

Then he turned to my back and gave toilet another sign. He followed him obediently.

I felt something cold on my ass. I knew exactly what it was. He was about to push the monster he showed me into my ass.

I howled out in desperation.

"Don't complain. You know you need it.", he said.

The pressure increased. I tried to turn my head see what he was trying to do, but I couldn't turn my head far enough.

But I didn't really need that. I knew exactly what he was doing. He pushed the monster further inside me.

I began to howl out again.

"Don't complain, bitch! That's what you'll feel from now on when toilet pushes this thing back into you once you've been used. Get used to it. And by the way: It'll hurt way more when my men use the remote and activate the ring. At least I hope so.", he explained.

Then I felt how this monster settled into place. I didn't know what frightened me more: The fact that it went in so easily or that it would be pulled out every time one of his men wanted to fuck me. One thing was for sure. I was truly incontinent without this thing.

"Well, I'm really disappointed that Dr. Slayter said that anything wider would damage the ring. But I guess I'll have to live with that. I take pleasure from the fact that you'll have to feel it being ripped from your ass all the time.", he explained.

This made me think shortly. Maybe I should try to destroy the ring? But then I would be useless to him. Whatever he'd do to me then, it wouldn't pleasant. Maybe he'd sell me? Not a good idea. Maybe he'd simply kill me? Not likely. He wanted to see me suffer. Or he'd release me. Also not likely. And even when, what would happen? At best I'd end up in a home for disabled people needing care around the clock. Or he'd simply let me rot in this kennel. This was most probable.

And he knew what I was thinking.

"Don't even think about trying to destroy the ring. You still have your snout left then. And it would make a perfect urinal. I would not hesitate to have Dr. Slayter turn you into a living urinal. And believe me, he'd come up with a way. He's quite ingenious.", he threatened.

Yeah, this wasn't the way to go. In here I had at least some spare time left. Even if there was not much I could do. Being a bitch was still better than being a living urinal.

"You do understand, don't you?", he asked.

I eagerly nodded my head yes.

"Good. Then let's get back to the training of toilet."

Since I couldn't turn my head I couldn't see what was gong on at my behind.

After a short while I heard a disappointed grunt from him and then he slapped toilet hard. Then I felt something pulling at the dildo. I guessed that it was toilet trying to rip that monster out of my ass with his mouth.

He pulled quite hard and it began to hurt. I released the pressure by moving backward a little.

I immediately got a hard slap on my butt.

"Stand still, bitch!", he ordered.

I tried to, but it hurt quite a lot. I couldn't help myself.

"OK, bitch, if you want it the hard way, you can have it.", he said harshly.

Then went to the D-ring in the wall where my chain was attached. He released the chain from the ring and pulled the chain forward until I had to choke. Then he reattached the chain to the ring shortened by several links.

I had no choice but to move forward again if I didn't want to suffocate.

"That should do it.", he grunted.

Toilet pulled harder at the plug, and I couldn't move back any more. I had to stay where I was. I began to squeal with pain. Getting it out again was much harder than pushing it in. But despite my howling toilet pulled hard at the monster.

When I thought it would split me in half I heard an audible "plop" and the pressure immediately faded. The pain stayed, though. It felt like my ass was wide open.

He once again moved to my behind.

"Nice! I can see the opposite wall from here!", he laughed while he bent down and looked into my asshole.

"But look at the mess you made. Toilet, clean the dildo!", he ordered.

I turned around and saw him pointing at the dildo.

Toilet didn't understand. He put the dildo on the ground and rose. That wasn't what he wanted. He slapped him hard in the face and picked the dildo up. It was completely smeared with my shit.

Then he pushed the dirty dildo right into his mouth.

"CLEAN IT, PIECE OF SHIT!", he yelled.

He didn't stop pushing that thing into his face until his lips and his nose were completely covered with my shit. Then he dropped the thing on the floor.

Toilet understood. He instantly got back on the floor and tried to lick it clean. It wasn't easy, though. Since he had no hands to hold on to it, it escaped him constantly. In his desperation he pushed it against the wall to prevent it from rolling away. Meanwhile he was quite good at doing things with his mouth only. Well, he didn't really have a chance, did he?

He looked at him and laughed out loud.

"I could watch this all day long! A piece of shit eagerly eating shit and a bitch with a gaping ass! Thank god for Dr. Slayter's genius!", he laughed.

"It's perfect. I can see both of you suffer and keep my men happy with you.", he explained.

"I'll be right back. I expect the dildo to be clean when by then. So keep licking!", he said and slapped toilet on the ass again.

He lost his balance and hit the wall with his head hard. But still, no sound came from his lips.

After a while he returned with a huge strap-on dildo in his hands. He took a look at my ass and seemed disappointed. Then he inspected my butt plug.

"Good, you cleaned it up in time. Now let's have some fun. You and toilet obviously need some practice. Especially in putting the plug back in.", he explained.

Then he picked the plug up, pushed it into toilets mouth and pointed to my ass.

I howled out loud in desperation.

"I told you: don't complain, bitch! This thing will go in, no matter what, so deal with it!", he shouted.

Then he pointed at the plug in toilets mouth and at my ass. Toilet immediately knew what to to. He bowed down and pushed the thing against my butt.

This time I didn't move. It didn't really hurt, since the plug was conical. It went in quite easily.

"Nice, you both are fast learners. I wonder, why.", he grinned.

"Now we'll have to wait a little. But let's have some fun. Let's see if your nipples work as advertised.", he said.

He gave toilet a sign with his hand and he began to lick my dumpster clean.

Then he took a feather from his pocked and knelt down on the ground. He began to caress my right tit with the feather.

My tit began to tingle immediately. I instantly got horny beyond hell. But, more disturbingly, I also felt my pussy getting wet and my clit began to itch like hell. It was unbearable! I've never been so horny before. I began to howl in desperation. It only took seconds until the juices flowed down my legs like a waterfall.

When I tried to escape him he grabbed the chain and held me in place.

"Stay, bitch!", he grunted.

After a while he switched to the other tit. My balls hurt like hell by now and I thought I'd explode any moment. But of course that didn't happen. I only got hornier and hornier. Meanwhile I cried from despair and frustration. I needed to cum badly! I've never felt that kind of desire before. And to make things worse, I felt some kind of pressure building up in my tits. It felt quite uncomfortable.

When I thought I couldn't bear it any more, something else happened. The tingling in my tits increased tenfold, and shortly after that I felt something squirting from it.

"Nice!", he exclaimed.

"You're giving milk without even sucking on your nipples! Just by teasing them! I didn't think that Dr. Slayter was that good!", he exclaimed.

I looked down and looked into a large puddle of white fluid. I howled out in despair and frustration! This couldn't be real. I was giving milk! I was a man! Not a bitch with puppies! I couldn't be giving milk!

"Yeah, that's my bitch! A real bitch in heat! Always horny and now even giving milk! Life can be so beautiful!", he exclaimed.

I howled even louder.

"Yeah, bitch, get used to it. That's how it's gonna be.", he grunted.

Then he gave toilet another sign and he began to lick me clean. In the meantime he continued to work on my nipples. It didn't take him long to make the other tit leak milk, too. The feather began to hurt. Despite the fact that my clit still itched, it felt kinda like heaven when toilet licked it.

By then I looked down at a large puddle of milk coming from my own tits! I still couldn't believe it.

Then he stopped teasing my nipples and ordered toilet to stop by a small hint with his hand.

"You both did quite well. I guess you're a little horny by now.", he said to me with a huge grin in his face.

I wasn't just horny. I was hot like hell. I felt like exploding any minute. I was so hot that the juices flowed down my legs like pee. I couldn't stand it any more!

"Now let's have some fun!", he went on.

Then he gave toilet a sign. Shortly after that I felt him pulling at my plug.

"Not again!", I thought, but I had no choice but to let it happen.

I didn't want to suffocate.

After a great deal of pain I finally heard the plopping sound of the plug coming free. I thought that I'd have some recovery time now, since toilet had to lick it clean, but I was utter mistaken.

He ordered toilet to get up and attached the strap-on dildo to his crotch.

"Now it's time for toilet to have some fun!", he laughed and moved to the remote control attached to the door of my cell.

He pressed a button and I immediately felt my asshole contract. The pain was incredible. I howled out in pain. It was an utterly intense, searing pain. I've never felt anything like that before.

"Nice! I hope the pain will get worse when toilet gets it's fun!", he exclaimed.

Then he gave toilet a hint with his hand.

I felt the strap-on dildo pressing against my closed asshole. The pain increased and I tried to relax my ass, but it didn't work! The giant dildo continued to push into my contracted asshole!

I howled like hell from the pain and tears flowed down my cheeks freely. As if this wasn't enough he had grabbed the chain and held me in place. I desperate tried to move away from the pressure, but by doing that I cut myself off from my air supply. It didn't take me long to choke hard.

I coughed hard, but he didn't care. He held the leash in place. He wanted me to endure this.

When I ran out of air and desperately needed to breathe I moved back against the pressure at my ass. I felt the dildo entering my ass. It felt like being torn apart. I nearly fainted from the pain, but that would have made thing worse that they already were. So I tried to stay conscious.

With his other hand I saw him giving toilet another command. I felt him pushing the monster further inside me until it touched my prostate. Then he pulled it out again. My ass was on fire. I didn't know how long I could take that kind of abuse, but he still held the chain straight.

Now toilet began to fuck me really hard. I thought I'd die, but unfortunately I didn't. I had to endure this torture until the end.

After an eternity he ordered toilet to pull it out. He complied and immediately picked up the butt plug.

He released the chain and went to the remote control. When he pushed a button I felt how the pressure faded from my ass.

Finally it was over!

There was not much time to relish this feeling, though. I immediately felt the plug pushing against my ass again. It was painful as well, but not as painful as the fucking.

When he managed to push it in, he was satisfied.

"Good performance, both of you!", he applauded.

"But you can do better, I know that. I'll be right back.", he said much to my horror.

When he came back he had another butt plug in his hands.

"Well, while we're waiting for bitches asshole to contract again, toilet can lick the dildo clean. But next time, we'll change the plug, so it will have to lick the plug and the dildo clean. I don't want you to get bored.", he said.

Then he took the dildo from toilet's crotch and shoved it right into his mouth.

"Clean it!", he ordered.

Toilet immediately began to such on the dildo. He knelt down and pulled another feather from his pocket.

"Since it worked out so good, I thought you deserve another present.", he said and began to work on both my nipples simultaneously.

Again I thought I'd die. When the juices flowed down my legs again, he ordered toilet to lick me again.

My balls hurt like hell. If there was a textbook case of blue balls it was me. I howled all the time from sheer desperation, but he didn't care. In fact he liked it! The more I cried the more he was turned on.

I couldn't expect any mercy from him, and definitely not from toilet. He also had no choice. I was doomed.

Then he started the game again. He made toilet pull the plug out of my ass , and made him fuck me and push it back in again. I tried to escape into unconsciousness the first time, but he made me come back with smelling salt.

I wanted to die, but instead only the pain and horniness increased.

I lost count about how often he made us do it, but it surely felt like an eternity. My ass hurt like hell, and I prayed to every god to make him stop.

"Good. I think you know how it works, now. Your job is to endure the pain, bitch, and yours is to keep everything clean, toilet.", he finally announced.

"Just to make myself clear: Toilet will pull the plug out of bitch's ass whenever one of my men wants to use you. Toilet will clean the plug while bitch is being used and then push it back in again. And the only nourishment for toilet besides the dildo is your milk now. If you can't make it understand that, have fun, bitch. Other than that: If you destroy the ring, I'll turn you into a living urinal, so you know what's at stake. Just hope we'll never meet again, bitch. If we do it'll mean that I'm fed up with you and that Dr. Slayter will work on you again. So see to it that my men are pleased. You'll be sucking dick for the rest of your miserable life. And there's no escape. You'll be a bitch in heat forever. You'll be serving the dicks of my men, and in your own interest you should make them happy. I don't care how much you need to cum. Get used to it. As I said, if we meet again, you'll be a living urinal when you wake up. Just for your information: Your leash will stay that short for the rest of your miserable life. Toilet will have to lick your shit from the floor from now on. If it allows you to shit, that is. Have fun! Maggie is deaf", he said.

Then I saw him move his lips, but everything was scrambled again. I didn't understand a thing.

When the door closed behind him, I knew that I would be a bitch in heat for the rest of my life.

I began to cry like a baby. I knew that I wouldn't leave this room ever again. I was trapped. I tried to play him, but he was better. I had to pay a very steep price for that.

Epilogue

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For now I managed not to arouse his anger. Fortunately he didn't turn me into an urinal yet, but it's quite painful. I barely get two hours of sleep before someone uses me. It hurts like hell every single time and despite the pain I'm horny like hell every time. Every time someone wakes me to suck his dick or for being fucked I ask myself how I can still take it. But somehow I do. Seems the survival instinct is one of the strongest. Bad for me...