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The Marine-Bitchdog Edited and Revised When his car broke down Captain Robertson of the United States Marines was on his way to his base from his home in Arizona. “Damn it to hell,” he snarled it was miles to the nearest phone and even further to the nearest service station. He reasoned that it would be safer to wait in his car, he had some cola in bottles so he wouldn’t die of thirst which he would if he got to walk in the Painted Desert one of the hottest places in New Mexico. It didn’t take all that long for another car to come along, seeing his hood popped they stopped. “Problem?” the man asked. “Yeah, I think it’s the alternator.” “I’ll take a look,” the man stuck his head under the bonnet. “Sure looks like the alternator. Look my place isn’t too far from here.” Here being somewhere near Chambers. “Name’s Michaelson.” Robertson nodded and got in the man’s car. “Robertson.” “I see you’re in the military,” Michaelson said as he drove off. “Yeah, Marines.” When they arrived Michaelson offered Robertson a drink which he accepted it he didn’t see Michaelson palm a pill into it. Robertson felt strange suddenly as he blacked out. Michaelson’s servants carried Robertson to a room where they chained him naked to an examination table revealing his heavily muscled body to the knowing gaze of the man who turned round now and waited for him to come out of it. “I’m going to examine you,” the man said. “Who’re you?” Robertson asked. “Shut up,” to make sure he obeyed they stuffed a ball gag into his mouth and buckled it tight. “I can see you like to keep yourself in some sort of shape,” the man said the men had chained him spread out leaving him open to anything the man might want to do. “Hey!” “It’s alright, just a precaution. You’re a prisoner, you must be restrained at all times, you understand this?” Robertson nodded but he didn’t understand really. He wanted to ask where are they were.” “I know you want to know where the hell you are but I am not at liberty to say, if you escape and know where you are you might be able to get to help and we can’t have that. This way they can catch you easier if you escape,” Robertson shrugged. The doctor took some blood for testing and completed the examination. “Guards, I’ve finished with him,” the guards freed Robertson from the table, he reached for his uniform but they just shoved him out along the corridor. “Hey, my uniform.” “You don’t need it, slave.” Slave what the hell were they talking about. He tried to run but they grabbed him and hauled him struggling along a corridor to another room Michaelson turned and watched as they chained him spread out on a St Andrews cross facing into the room struggling all the time. “Ah, I see you have found out your true status. You will soon learn to give this to whoever wants you,” Michaelson said caressing Robertson’s cock and balls. “No I won’t you fucking evil bastard,” Michaelson shook his head. “Have that whipped, teach him what it means to be so abusive,” the guards unchained him, then turned him to face the wall and rechained him to the cross. One of the guards produced a sjambok he thrust it at Robertson’s mouth forcing it onto Robertson’s lips even though Robertson tried to avoid it. He stepped back and then came the most gut wrenching pain he’d ever suffered even worse than being shot which he had been once as the guard used the whip to the greatest effect. After the beating they got him down from the cross forced him to his knees and removed the gag. Michaelson now stood before him; he produced his cock and thrust it down Robertson’s throat while the guards held him. Robertson struggled again and then he bit down hard. “You stupid bastard! I can see we will have to find other ways to tame you.” Michaelson turned to speak to the guards. “Take him back to the doctor tell him to make him a bitch for me, his balls must remain intact but inside him, have his voice box altered I want to hear him bark and whine and howl like a true bitch and have the doctor start him on female hormones.” The guards dragged Robertson struggling back to the doctor. “Oh dear, so soon,” the doctor responded when they’d told him Michaelson’s orders. “Strap him down. So stupid of you, you could have lived very well.” The doctor injected Robertson and waited, Robertson looked at him. “That will paralyse you for the moment, you will know what’s going on and you will feel the pain.” The doctor opened Robertson’s throat first, he heard the indistinct squeal as he performed the operation on Robertson’s throat. “Finished there, now your cock,” the doctor pushed a catheter up Robertson’s cock then pushed the foreskin up and cut the hard core and prostate pulling it down, he rerouted the urethra to just behind Robertson’s anus. “You’ll have to pee like a dog, a bitch, squatting down.” The doctor pushed the foreskin up the hole left by the core and anchored it in position he also inserted something into Robertson, anchoring it place its opening he connected to the inverted foreskin. “Balls now, you keep them but they’ll be inside you right where a clit would be,” more muffled squeals as Robertson discovered the doctor was making him female. The doctor now cut the scrotal sac from him and pushed the balls up inside him and stitched them in place then he closed his wounds. “Open his mouth,” a guard pulled Robertson’s mouth open and the howl penetrated. The men smiled and the doctor reshaped Robertson’s jaw removing some teeth and filing down others. The guard closed Robertson’s mouth and the doctor shaped Robertson’s ears to points. Then his legs just below the knees, the doctor took his toes from his now useless feet and stitched them to his stumps. The doctor removed his fingers and chopped them short stitching the top segment to the palm of hands. The final thing he did was to implant breasts up and down the length of his torso and inject him with hormones. Now they left him to recover and half an hour later the guard freed him from the table and forced him to crawl after him back to his cell where Michaelson waited. “Ah, my little bitch is ready, suck me bitch,” Michaelson thrust his cock into Robertson’s mouth and started to fuck him, he gave a signal to the guards, Robertson heard a growling sound he tried to pull free. “Still yourself bitch,” a guard smeared a substance on Robertson’s new hole, Michaelson watched his Doberman pull at his leash. “Let Sultan go,” the handler unclipped the leash the Doberman sprang forward sniffing at Robertson, he reared up and thrust his eager prick up into Robertson’s new hole Robertson pulled his mouth up off Michaelson’s cock and turned his head to see the dog, he howled in fear and pain as Michaelson held him still. Then he felt the hot spurt of liquid filling him. The Doberman pulled free and a guard took the dog away. “Collar and make the bitch wear a belt then take her to her kennel. Make sure she exercises I want her muscle tone maintained.” The guards nodded they obeyed putting a bright blue collar round Robertson’s neck. Then came the belt Robertson clawed at the belt they laughed and led him out down a corridor into another room lined with cages full of human bitches, Robertson’s eyes widened as he saw that like him they wore belts and then he saw that some had distended bellies not that he knew why. “The belt you wear, bitch, keeps your ass available if not your new vagina, Michaelson wants you to entertain him, his friends and any guard or master who wants you. You are bitch and bitches are to be used for the sexual pleasures of men and dogs.” They thrust him into the only empty kennel and left him Robertson lay down whining in his despair. Throughout the next night guards came in and out most pulled him out of his cage and raped his ass filling him with their seed. This went on throughout the next few days another thing he noticed was that the breasts the doctor had implanted had grown. Then one day he felt such pain between his legs, he howled a guard came and removed his belt. Robertson looked along his body and saw the puppy emerge from within him he howled again as the puppy clamped its teeth onto a nipple soon he had twelve puppies clamped to his breasts. “You rest for two weeks then you will be mated again. Feeding puppies will keep you too tired to resist us we know you have tried if you keep on Michaelson will slaughter your puppies think of that,” Robertson howled the hormones had made him more emotional and they were his puppies. He licked them clean and nourished them. Then two weeks later it happened a guard pulled him out of his cage and Sultan again had his hole, they put the belt on him and put him back with his puppies in six weeks they would be ready to leave him which gave him three weeks to wait until he gave birth to the puppies now growing inside him, four weeks later he felt them stir inside him. “Ah, little bitch,” Robertson looked up to see Michaelson; Michaelson opened the cage and dragged Robertson out. “Have we given her name yet?” the guard shook his head. “Ah, then she shall be called Bobby and she’d better answer to it. You will answer to it, won’t you bitch?” Robertson nodded licking Michaelson’s hand. Michaelson freed his cock and fucked his mouth again with a guard doing his ass. Michaelson examined the puppies. “She’s a good mother, they are well nourished,” one of them snapped at him, “and spirited.” Then they put him back in with them and left him. “You realise Bobby that this is where you will die eventually,” Robertson nodded; he knew it he’d seen it happen others of the human bitches had died of sheer exhaustion. “Do you see this bitch, her name is Rock-a-bye,” Robertson looked at the bitch unlike all the others she was stitched into the pelt of a German Shepherd. “I bought her from a fellow breeder, until she came here she’d bred pure German Shepherd puppies now I breed crossbred German Shepherd and Dobermans from her. She won’t last much longer, will you, Rock-a-bye?” the human bitch licked him and returned to her puppies. “Like you, she’s a good mother. Follow her example.” Michaelson left the guard to put Robertson back in his kennel he sniffed his puppies licking them then settled down to nourish them. Something then in his mind softened and he understood that this is what was meant to be for him he realised that he was a true submissive and this feeling of helplessness was what he’d always wanted. Rock-a-bye sniffed at him through the cage bars that separated them they licked each other whining as they did so. Two weeks later Rock-a-bye died leaving his puppies orphaned and unweaned when the guards came to get the puppies Robertson whined piteously they nodded and put the puppies in with him. “Just for the two weeks that they need milk, otherwise you’ll be too tired to feed your own puppies.” Robertson licked them clean and fell asleep tired but happy. The end You will see that I have included Rock in this story as it seemed natural for him to be bought by Michaelson. Any suggestions for stories are always welcome. |