reign of the Patriarch. Part 2.

The twins, having cast themselves on the mercy of the patriarch, are 
taked to a sepcial hospital where they are changed

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The Reign of the Patriarch.  Chapter 3. The Patriarch's Mercy.

Our second week was like the first, each day an agony of pain and 
humiliation begging in the market place then lying naked in the straw 
trying somehow to lessen the aches and pains that resulted from our 
seat in the market.  The end of the week came and we were brought 
before the judges again.

"Do you wish to be relieved of your punishment?" we were asked.

"Please! Anything you wish",  we replied in chorus.

"then it is quite simple.  Simply sign a request for mercy and you 
will be  free of these bonds."

The guard was ordered to bring the papers,  but when I read what was 
offered to me I wondered if it was wise or right- might I be letting 
myself in for something even worse?  This is how it read



"I, the undersigned,  formerly the human being known at Peter Jones, 
recognising that by my sins I have forfeited all rights as a person, 
cast myself unreservedly upon the mercy of the Patriarch,  humbly 
begging him to remove the shackles which have justly been placed upon 
me, and knowing that in his benevolence he will do only what is right 
for me."



However I read it, this paper was giving away all my rights and 
liberties and was a blank cheque for my tormentors.

"May I have time to think?" I asked, but I was told it was now or 
never.  I looked across to my brother who looked as desperate as I 
was.  He nodded, reluctantly,  and we each signed the paper which was 
to destroy what was left of our lives .



We were not returned to our prison.  Instead the two of us were 
pushed into the back of a van, secured to the sides and driven away.  
We had no idea where we were being taken, but it was a long and 
painful journey.  At  last the van stopped and we heard gates 
clanging, then began a long downhill drive which sounded as if we 
were in a tunnel.  We stopped and finally our journey was over  and 
we were dragged, naked, filthy and exhausted into a room full of what 
seemed to be blinding light.



We were led, more kindly, it seemed, that we had known since our 
arrest, along a series of white-tiled corridors and into a shower-
room where we were instructed to wash ourselves properly.  You can't 
imagine the bliss of that shower, the first warm shower in reasonable 
comfort that we had taken for weeks.  We were even  allowed to hold 
up the chains that dragged at our balls and so relieve the pain of 
the weights.  All too soon the guards returned, but we were simply 
taken to be fed, and then to a  room where we were allowed to sleep 
on mattresses and without being chained down.  We pulled the 
mattresses together and slept in each other's arms - all we could do 
with cock and balls so confined, but it was a blissful night.



It seemed as if we had slept only for minutes when the guards 
returned,  but once again they fed us properly, then took us to an 
office where we were chained again, kneeling before a desk.



"I am the supervisor of this hospital", the man behind the desk told 
us.  "There are things you must know.   



First, you have signed away all human rights - you are animals and 
your well-being depends entirely upon the mercy of our leader, the 
Patriarch.  You will be glad to know that his benevolence is very 
great and since you have confessed you will be treated with kindness 
so long as you behave.



Second, our hospital, and indeed our country, leads the world in the 
arts and science of transplant surgery and gene manipulation,  and  
you are the animals upon which we learn and develop these arts.



We have a special future for you.  For some time the Patriarch has 
been looking for a matched pair of toys to entertain his ladies, and 
handsome identical twins give us an ideal set of raw materials.  You 
will have the privilege of being modified to join the household of 
our leader.  You will enjoy it - we are skilled enough at 
hypnotherapy that you will love what you become.



Now, as a first step, you will  have your vocal cords removed as all 
our animals do.  Good luck  and don't forget how lucky you are.



Have you anything to say whilst you still can?"





We were stunned at what we had been told,  but somehow I plucked up 
the courage to say "What kinds of things do you do here?  I still 
don't really understand."



The supervisor smiled.  "You'll soon find out, but to give you some 
idea, you may have a tour on your way to the de-voicing surgery".



He told the guards to take us the long way round  and we saw some of 
the fruits of their skills.



Most of the men there were completely hairless as we were, but we 
were shown some with thick coats of fur -"To work in cold conditions 
as slaves" we were told.   Then we looked into a room where a small 
group  had dicks bigger then we had ever seen - one man's reached 
almost to his knees!  "A failed experiment - we wanted to find a way 
to make the penis grow but haven't found out how to stop the 
process.  Still, at least they can suck themselves, though the other 
side-effect of the process is that they have lost all sensation in 
the cock.  It will never catch on"  was the explanation.



We passed a surgery where the guards stopped so we could watch what 
was going on.  A man was strapped to an operating table,  and as we 
watched an incision was made at the base of his scrotum and a 
catheter passed up from that incision until it came out at the head 
of his dick,  then a heavy  metal coil was  fed through the catheter 
and, after the catheter was removed,  cut off and sealed to form a 
ring which pulled his dick round to face the root of his balls.  
"He'll never get a hard-on again",  our guards said.  "It's a method 
of  keeping him safe for working with women but keeping his 
masculinity - agony if he gets hard so he has to learn not to.  These 
slaves are in great demand for those who worry about their women-
folk.  Ideal guards because all the aggression their pain and 
frustration cause are channelled into aggression against any 
threats.  Still, that won't be your problem - the balls come off."



Others we were shown had balls but no cocks - a psychological study 
to see if heterosexual men would turn to other men when they could 
not express their sex  through the cock.



As we went on we became more and more afraid of what might become of 
us,  but nothing we saw would prepare us for the reality.     As we 
approached the operating theatre I spoke my last words  "I love you" 
to my wonderful brother,  and he whispered the same message to me.  
Then silence.



Chapter 4.  Transformation.



I awoke with my throat sore and painful and looked across to Paul.  I 
tried to speak but  nothing happened except pain.  He was awake and 
smiled across at me,  then the guards came back and led us away again 
to the supervisor's office.   Another man was there and they both 
looked us over.



"Yes", said the visitor.  "Beautiful.  They will do very well.  A dog 
and snakes will do very nicely."



"It will be expensive.  Major surgery in both cases.  Do you want a 
real quadruped for the dog, because that will need major 
modifications?"



"Yes" came the reply.  "This is for the master's own household so 
expense is of no importance and we want them as near perfect as we 
can.  However, not dog but bitch if you please".



We were led out  and that was the last time I was to see my brother 
as I had known him before.  I began an endless series of operations 
and treatments,   though I was hardly aware of any of it.  The weeks 
passed in a haze of pain and sedation and in my few lucid moments I 
was aware only of bandages and dressings and unbearable agony.  
Still, as they promised, they were kind and as soon as they became 
aware that I was awake another injection sent me off into oblivion.



At last I was allowed to awake  and there was neither pain nor the 
dream of pain.  I was strapped to a hospital bed, lying on my side, 
under the harsh glare of hospital lighting.  I tried to look around 
but it was impossible until a nurse  came and started to remove the 
straps which held me.



"Give him time to adjust", a voice said,  and I found myself free and 
unfettered for the first time I could remember in  months.



I felt strange.  I tried to turn over on to my back but found it 
strangely difficult to do so.  I raised my hand to my face and 
realised with horror that my fingers had been  removed - all I had 
left were the palms like paws with stubs where fingers and thumbs had 
been,  and even to lift my hands to my face felt awkward, somehow my 
joints were wrong and clumsy.  



I ran my hands down my abdomen to my crotch.  The weights had gone, 
but so had everything else - all I could feel with my clumsy paws was 
a flap of skin and the end of my piss-tube.  The nurse watched me 
exploring.



"Yes", he said, "everything has gone.  Join the club.  For you, 
though, they went further and took away everything, right back to the 
prostate.   You'll be glad to know it wasn't wasted, though.  Look on 
the bright side. They remodelled your ass for you".



All I could do was whine like a kicked puppy, but his words made me 
explore a little further, and when I touched my ass it was strangely 
unfamiliar with lips instead of the simple hole I knew and loved,  
and beyond it, I could feel what felt like a tail.



"Time to get up" said the friendly nurse, but when I tried to stand, 
everything was wrong  and I could not begin to do it.  I was clumsy 
and unbalanced and nothing seemeb to work.



"No, girl, dogs stand on four legs, not two.  I'll lift you down from 
the bed. You've had major modification. They have altered your 
shoulder girdle and hips, shortened your back legs at the top, 
modified your joints and muscles, so you'll have to learn to walk all 
over again."



He set me down on all fours and I collapsed into a heap - nothing 
worked as it should  and my body just didn't seem to be mine.  I 
would have to learn a whole new way of living and moving.





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