The reign of the Patriarch

Two brothers, caught fucking in a puritanical society are to be 
transformed into sex toys as their punishment. The surgery and 
training continue

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The reign of the patriarch. Part 3.

Chapter 5.  Education.

I lay helpless on the floor, a tangle of limbs that didn’t work as 
they should, trying to understand a body that was different from what 
I had ever known.  A naked man came in, or at least one who had once 
been a man, now he was a eunuch as so many seemed to be in this 
underground hospital.  Like Paul and me he had been treated so that 
he was hairless, but unlike us he could still speak.  He explained 
why.



“I’m your handler and trainer” he told me. “Dog handler, that is, and 
for that reason I need a voice.  It’s my job to make a good dog of 
you and yours to obey, but you’ll find it easier than you think 
because you have had deep hypnosis as we all have here. You WILL 
enjoy a dog’s life!   Now, first things first, we have to teach you 
the basics, walking, eating and house-training. There’s no point in 
trying to stand erect – we’ve altered your hips and shoulders so that 
your natural position is on all fours. Your arms face front instead 
of sideways and are now your front legs, and the changes to your hips 
mean that you will never be able to put your legs straight down as 
you used to.  Get used to four legs!”



“Put your feet flat on the floor” he told me,” and your front paws on 
the floor too.  Arms straight!”  I obeyed and found that I was 
sitting in a strangely comfortable position.  My handler – I never 
knew his name, for I had no voice to use it. He was, for the time 
being, MASTER. - Master patted me on the head and said encouragingly 
“GOOD dog, good girl.  At the command SIT you will take up this 
position and stay there until I release you.  Now,” he said, “keep 
your front paws where they are and stand on your toes”.   



I obeyed his instruction and found it again more comfortable than I 
had expected.  When I looked down at my feet I found that they were 
narrower than I had believed possible – the two outer toes and all 
the bones that led to them had been removed and I had a slender lower 
leg leading to the backward pointing knee that had been my heel.  
“Head up” was the next command, and he buckled a heavy leather collar 
around my neck.  “Since you will spend the rest of your life on four 
legs, you need to look forward, not down, and your neck muscles have 
been modified so you can do it comfortably”.  It felt un-natural to 
me, so my master put a harness behind what were now my forelegs and 
clipped the collar to it.  I had to hold my head up in the right 
position or choke.  “Now,” said master” we learn to walk”.



He put a lead on the front of my collar and pulled, and I had to move 
forward on my toes and the paws that were all that remained of my 
hands.  Slowly and awkwardly I followed him, falling over once or 
twice but being picked up and helped to start again.  I began to get 
the hang of it, and he said “enough for today.  Now you can eat”.  He 
led me across to a corner of the room where he placed two bowls on 
the floor, one for food and the other water.  “From now on, this is 
how you eat” he said. “ Enjoy it”. He emptied food into my bowl and 
unclipped my collar from the harness so that I could lower my head to 
eat from the dish.  I discovered another modification – my tongue was 
longer than it had ever been and it was possible for me to eat and 
drink from the bowls without too much difficulty.  It was the first 
solid food I could remember having in ages and I wolfed it down.   My 
new master then led me across to the corner where there was a hole in 
the floor and told me to squat over it.  “This is your lavatory” he 
told me.  “You will learn to control bladder and bowels until you can 
use it, and any failure of housetraining will be severely punished.   
Since you cannot lick yourself clean yet, we will send a slave to 
clean you.”



Whilst I was eating I had heard noises behind me, and when I looked 
round, the hospital bed had disappeared.  A dog bed had taken its 
place and I knew that from now on, this was how I would sleep.



I crept across to it and curled up, desperately aching and exhausted 
after the first day of my new life.



When I awoke, I was more stiff and weary than I could ever remember.  
My first workouts at the gym were nothing compared with this.  I 
whimpered, and MASTER came in with another man.  “This slave is here 
to help you until you can look after yourself,” I was told. “Take a 
good look at him and see what happens to those who are disobedient”.



The slave was one of those with balls but no cock and who had 
therefore been left with constant sexual frustration.  He was ordered 
to open his mouth for me and I saw that he had neither teeth nor 
tongue.  Apparently he had been found licking the ass of another 
slave without permission and in his anger when stopped had bitten a 
handler, so both tongue and teeth had been removed as a punishment 
and as a warning to others.  All the slaves had been assembled to 
watch and the removals done without anaesthetic to make a proper show 
of it.  Since then, all the slaves had been very careful.



I whimpered again.  I was so stiff I could just barely crawl out of 
my bed and sprawl on the floor.  Slave picked me up and carried me to 
empty bladder and bowels, then into the shower room where for a while 
I simply lay enjoying the soothing flow of the water, until I was 
lifted again, soaped and washed.  Then Slave threw me on to a couch 
and began to massage the stiffness out of my muscles.



This luxury lasted for far too short a time until I was collared and 
put down on my four paws to practice walking again, my head erect 
because of the harness, and a chain attached to my collar.



“We have a treat for you today.” said MASTER. “The treadmill.”  It 
was a simple walking machine such as one might see in any gym.  My 
collar was attached to chains on either side so that I had to stand 
properly, then a wire was fixed across an inch or so below my empty 
groin.  I stood there on all fours. MASTER pushed my back down until 
I touched the wire and I felt as if I had been hit with a whip.  “The 
wire is charged, as you notice.  You will remain upright and on all 
fours and walk for thirty minutes at the speed I set.”  He set the 
treadmill to a slow walking pace and I began to walk, every step 
agony because I was so stiff, but aware that if I stopped and fell or 
failed to keep my balance I would touch that terrible wire.  Once I 
got the rhythm it was not too bad, but thirty minutes seemed like 
thirty hours”.   At last MASTER came to release me.  “Enough of that 
for the moment.  You can have an hour’s rest, then another half hour 
a bit faster”



He took hold of my tail and told me that this was my next exercise.  
“This is a masterpiece.  We stimulated the tail bones at the base of 
your spine and made them grow, then grafted muscle from your thighs 
to make it work.  The skin is what we are really proud of, though.  
We used that stretched scrotum but grafted it across your thighs so 
that we kept all the nerves intact and we could use it both for the 
new lips on your ass and to give you a sexually sensitive tail.  His 
Holiness’s ladies will love it.  Now you have to learn to use those 
new muscles.”



For the next hour I had to try to make my tail work and the reward 
for failure was to have it stroked with a lightly charged wire.  The 
pain still came through my groin and I felt as if my scrotum had been 
brushed with acid.  It was a great incentive to learn to use my tail, 
but most of what he wanted seemed impossible.   It was a relief for a 
moment to go back on to the treadmill, but that relief lasted only 
for minutes as my exhausted muscles started to fail me and I touched 
the wire again and again.



At last I was released, and I was so obviously exhausted that MASTER 
called for Slave to carry me back to my room.  My food and water 
bowls were full but I was too tired even to think about eating. I 
crawled to my bed.



“Slave will massage you, then you have the whole afternoon to 
recover.  If I were you I would practice those tail exercises – 
tomorrow I increase the voltage on the stroker.”



Slave gently stroked my forehead with a look of great sympathy, then 
removed my collar and harness so that I could at last put my head 
down.  With great strength but remarkable kindness he began to 
massage my aching body.   All I could do by way of response  was a 
loving whine, and when his hand came within reach, to lick it – 
somehow it seemed natural to lick the hand of a human, and I had 
begun to realise that I would never be human again.



After the massage, when I began to feel a little better, Slave 
carried me across to where my food bowls were and by gestures 
encouraged me to eat and drink.  As a parting reminder he stroked my 
tail, and, taking it in his hand moved it as a reminder that I had to 
do my exercises.  His gentle touch made me aware that I had at least 
one source of pleasure left to me, for his stroking my tail  was 
wonderfully sensuous.



I spent the afternoon trying to work out how to make my tail muscles 
work, though for part of the time I was in an exhausted doze, but all 
too soon I was dragged from my bed for a repeat of the morning’s 
workout.  At last it was over and Slave was allowed to shower and 
feed me, and I dropped into an exhausted sleep.



Day after day I was worked out in this way, always tired, for as my 
muscles grew accustomed to their new uses the speed of the treadmill 
was increased and varied so that I was always stretched to the limit.

I did, however learn to use my tail, and after being taken off to the 
psychologists laboratories (where nothing happened except a 
wonderfully restful sleep) I found that when I was happy I 
automatically wagged my tail and normally carried it up and erect 
instead of simply hanging as it had at first.  I loved my tail and 
still do.



It only took a few days to learn to keep my head up, but weeks to 
accustom my body to its new uses. Then one morning I awoke to find 
that it was so natural and right to run around on my four legs with 
tail wagging and head proudly erect that I could hardly remember 
standing upright.   Slave had become a good and caring friend and I 
was proud to obey MASTER.   I could walk, run, sit and lie to 
MASTER’S command, my bowl was always full of nourishing food, and I 
felt that I could ask for nothing more than I had.  When I did things 
right, I was rewarded with a biscuit or a pat on the head and the 
punishments had almost ceased.  I was happy and content as MASTER had 
told me I would be.



Then came the blow. MASTER said to me

“I have done all I can to train you as a good dog.  Now you have to 
go on for advanced training.  You have been a good girl and I am 
proud of you.  Goodbye.”



I have to confess that I wept at the thought of leaving him and I 
licked his hand and looked up to him, pleading to stay, but he walked 
away without a backward glance.  That night I sobbed into my dog-bed 
and waited with trepidation for what advanced training might mean.





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Next: Paul’s transformation.