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Chapter 10
Melanie’s plight
Melanie:
They held me down and handcuffed me. I just didn’t want to be put in that pony outfit again. They couldn’t do this to me! But no matter how hard I fought they had a way to stop me. It was like they were trained to subdue me.
The latex clad girls used cattle prods on me until they had me cornered. I eventually cowered into the corner of the room staring at their blank, ball-gagged faces. Jules walked in after them and just shook his head. “What’s your problem, Melanie?”
“I can’t take this anymore! Please! You have to let me go.”
“You know you broke the rules here. I told you not to resist them. Now you have to deal with the consequences.”
“Consequences? What sort of consequences?”
“Stand up,” he said.
As I did so he turned me around and handcuffed my wrists behind my back. “You’ll learn to be more obedient after a little attitude adjustment,” he said. “Get on your knees.”
“Linda, let’s have a gold body suit,” he ordered.
One of the girls went to the wall cabinet and retrieved a gold top. It was made of heavy latex and sported a zipper down the back. “We’ll need a control collar too,” he said.
Soon I was wearing a heavy leather collar. It was so wide that I had to keep my head tilted backwards. He explained to me that the collar had an electrical shock device built in. His remote could punish me to any degree he desired from a small jolt to a paralyzing, painful blast. “You’ll do as you’re told. Clear?”
I was so frightened that all I could say was, “Yes, sir.”
With the collar and the body suit in place, a body suit that allowed my breasts to bulge through tight rings in the chest area no less, they brought out the gloves and the boots. That’s when I realized what they were doing to me. “No,” I said. “Don’t do this to me. Please!”
“It’s for your own good. You broke the rules. You have to pay the price.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“I know,” Jules replied. “It’s only going to be a week or so. Don’t make it worse than it has to be. Now let’s get the rest of the gear on you.”
“I’m sorry,” I said again as they slipped the gloves on my arms and the boots on my legs. That left the hood and the dildos, which went in last. As one last bit of preparation they slipped a long tube over my tail and tightened it so it stuck straight up in the air like a flag. “That’s to prevent you from tripping over your own tail,” Jules explained.
Jules pressed a couple buttons on the remote and I heard the collar beep. “I’m… Ahhhhh!” I screamed.
“No more human talk,” he warned. “From now on you have to sound like a dog. Now, listen carefully. You may not produce any sounds that appear even remotely human. You may not even whimper or cry. If you do you’ll get shocked. In addition the collar has a query sensor. If anyone asks you a question you must bark within five seconds or you’ll get shocked. Understand?”
I immediately felt the vaginal dildo thumping and took the warning seriously. “Arf!” I barked. The thumping stopped and I was not shocked. I guess I did it correctly.
“Good girl. We’ll use one bark for yes and two barks for no. Understood?”
Again I felt the thumping and again I barked loudly, “Arf!”
“Excellent. Ok, now that you know how to bark, let’s see you crawl at my heel.” Jules pulled out a leash and attached one end to my collar and the other to the bottom of the remote control. “Heel,” he commanded. And I did.
We walked into the corridor. He spoke to the hallway mikes and asked that the “puppy lights’ be started up. Suddenly the bottom molding lit up solid along the entire corridor. Then the lights turned off. A second later, a section that was roughly ten feet in front of us lit up.
“Now listen closely, Melanie. I want you to crawl quickly to that lit section and bark loudly. The light will go out and another section ahead will light up. You have to get there in three seconds and bark or you’ll get a shock up your ass. OK, off you go,” he said.
He detached the collar and zapped my ass with a small shock that was annoying. I knew I had to comply though. I crawled as fast as I could to the lit section and barked. The panel went out and the section ahead of me lit. I started scampering again and barked once more. After three or four panels I slowed down involuntarily and was shocked with a huge jolt in my ass. After that I just ran as fast as I could to each panel, fearing the horrible pain should I fail to get there in time.
I don’t know how long I had to do this thing. It must have been at least two hours. I ran up and down the corridor at least a dozen times. By the end I was completely exhausted. Tears ran down my cheeks and across the mask. But I couldn’t stop. I had to keep running from one panel to the next, barking at each one. When Jules came to stop me I was so grateful I wrapped my arms around his legs and pressed my cheeks against his knees.
Suddenly I screamed as I tried to say something to him. I couldn’t even thank him for rescuing me! I couldn’t even whimper.
“You’re a dog, Melanie. You can’t talk, not even a little. The collar won’t allow it! You can whimper like a dog if you like but you can’t cry like a human. Understand?”
I nodded my head and barked. I got shocked. “Don’t nod. The collar will zap you.”
“Arf!” I replied.
I hated this so much! I can’t begin to describe it. While I was panting on all fours he connected the leash to my collar and led me to the cafeteria. Now I had to perform my little dog act for the crowd. It wasn’t bad enough that I had to act like a dog. Now I had an audience.
With my little display of obedience out of the way Jules led me outside where I had to do my duty. This was more humiliation. I had to lift my leg and pee on a red concrete fire hydrant. The other part of the detail was taken care of with the flushing hose, which a latex clad domestic administered. With both dildos firmly replaced I was led to a large red building on the far side of the complex. It would be my worst nightmare!
When we entered we again had to go through a series of security gates. I crawled obediently behind Jules as he led me through a small anteroom. It was at that point that a man walked up to us and handed Jules a pair of black patches. He pressed them against my eyes and blinded me.
I could hear a lot of commotion as we passed through a second set of doors. I knew there were a lot of women gasping for breath and grunting but I just couldn’t figure out why. While I was trying to figure out what they were doing a tall woman voice asked, “Is this Melanie?” she asked.
“Speak, Honey,” Jules commanded.
I immediately replied with a bark, “Arf!” I was really beginning to hate this role.
“I’ll take her from here,” the woman said. “You can pick her up tomorrow morning for hall trots.”
“Sounds good. Looks like business is booming,” he noted before he left.
“Yea, it is. With recalcitrant ponies as well as the regular pups we had to expand to 250 cages.”
“I hear you’re getting more help.”
“Yea, and there’s really a Santa Clause too.”
“There is?”
“You didn’t get the memo?” she said jokingly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Elsie,” he said as he left me in her hands.
“Heel, Honey. We have some education to attend to. Don’t pay too much attention to the sounds of these girls. It will only upset you. We’ll go to a private room so I can instruct you without distraction.”
We walked for a short distance. Without the aid of sight I was essentially at this woman’s mercy. She dept her hand on the leash close to the collar. This made it relatively easy for her to guide me along. When we stopped she told me to sit. I did as instructed and was praised, “Good girl!”
Suddenly the patches were removed and I saw a low cage, a couple tables, and a few cabinets. Nothing seemed any more frightening than I had experienced before but I knew I was going to be punished. I was frightened because I didn’t know how!
“My name’s Elsie. You’ll remember that, OK?”
I barked. “Arf!”
“Good. OK, I know you’ve been a bad pony. I don’t know any details and I really don’t care. I’m here to teach you to be a good puppy. That’s all I do, train girls to be nice little puppies. And that’s what you’re going to become. Understand?” she asked.
I barked “Arf, Arf,” to indicate that I didn’t understand at all.
“You will in time. Now let’s get that vaginal probe out of you and get ours in. It’s much more effective for what we’re going to be doing. Up, Girl,” she commanded.
As I got up and allowed her to work I felt the dildo slip out of me, soon to be replaced with a similar one. The belt was snapped closed and all was calm again. On her order I sat once more. As I sat I felt a cable under me. It was attached to the dildo she had just installed. When I looked behind me I saw that there was a coil of cable behind me. I couldn’t be good for me.
“Now that that’s take care of let’s get these preliminary questions out of the way. I’m going to ask you some very personal questions. Simply bark as you’ve been doing and we’ll get this out of the way. OK?”
“Arf!”
“Good. First question: Are you gay?”
“Arf, Arf!”
“Good,” she said as she checked something on a notepad she had on the table.
Returning her attention to me she asked me, “Do you consider gay acts with other females disgusting?”
“Arf!” I barked enthusiastically.
“Excellent,” she said.
“Let’s talk about men now. Have you ever performed oral sex with a man?”
“Arf, Arf!” I replied, showing a reviling look on my face.
“Do you consider cock sucking just as distasteful?”
“Arf!”
“Just as disgusting?”
“Arf,” I replied.
“Fantastic. I’m so glad. We hardly ever get any girls who think otherwise. This is excellent.”
I was wondering why she was asking these questions as she attended to some paperwork on her clipboard. She kept looking at me while she wrote. She kept smiling.
“You know, I think we can lose that hood. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Arf!” I replied enthusiastically.
“Here, let me take care of that.” She easily unfastened the zipper and pulled the hood off my head. It was like my head was suddenly freed from a saran wrap covering. It felt really good. After she had adjusted the binding that was holding up my ponytail she stood up and grabbed a short leash from the table. “Come here,” she commanded politely.
I walked to her and was suddenly secured to the floor with a sixteen inch leash. It was connected to a clasp on the bottom of my collar. She stood up and returned with a second short leash. I don’t think it was more than a couple feet long. As she disappeared behind me I heard her order me to move a little to my right. When I did I felt the leash clip to the ring on my clit. The other end obviously was connected to the floor. I couldn’t move more than an inch or two. Now I was really scared.
“The reason I wanted to make sure you found cocksucking and pussy licking offensive is because that’s going to be your punishment. A puppy’s main role is exactly that, sucking and licking. And these are going to be your very best friends,” she said as she turned from the table holding flaccid replicas of a male and female sex organ. The cock was over a foot long with balls on the end. I could tell it was fairly stiff because when she held it by the root it hardly drooped. The replica of the pussy was no different in quality and authenticity. It looked as real as if it were cut from a woman just moments ago.
“No… Ahhhhh,” I screamed as my collar punished me for speaking. Elsie didn’t even tell me to bark. Instead she just set the disgusting items in front of me.
“It’s OK, Honey. I know it’s going to be rough on you. But this is punishment, after all. You have only yourself to blame. Now, here’s the deal. We’re going to put you in a cage with one of each hanging from the wall. A computer will monitor your activity and demand that you attend to your duties. If you don’t, you’ll get zapped in your vagina. Understand?”
“Arf,” I barked in a crying, upset tone.
“Now, that unit in your vagina is not like the others. It’s designed to punish you for as long as it takes to satisfy us. And here’s the amazing thing! No matter how much it hurts it won’t cause any damage and won’t knock you unconscious. That’s to prevent you from just hunkering down and going fetal on us. We can achieve pain levels five times higher than the current shockers. The only problem is that the units draw too much juice. The hypersonic inserts haven’t been optimized for battery use yet. Anyway, let’s see how you do with the leather one here, OK?”
I looked at her silently with eyes wide as she picked up the leather cock. I had no intention of letting that thing enter my mouth. I sealed my mouth closed and was horribly shocked. “I asked a question,” Elsie demanded.
“Arf, Arf!” I said. I didn’t want to play her games.
“I see. Let’s start with a little lesson then.” She disappeared behind me. As I turned my head to look at her I noticed that she was plugging the wire into some sort of port on the side of an electronic console. After she fiddled with a few knobs I suddenly felt a low grade pain between my legs. It started out feeling like a rash. “Do you feel it?” she asked.
“Arf!”
“Wait, it will get worse as time goes on. Would you like it to stop now?”
“Arf!” I replied.
“Well, that’s really easy to accomplish. Just open your mouth and grab this. A second later the cock was in my mouth but the pain was continuing to increase. “Hold it there and I’ll shut the dildo down.” And there I stayed obediently with a cock hanging from my lips. Because of its weight I actually had to clamp down on it with my lips. It was more disgusting than I could ever describe!
The next ten minutes were used to show me how to please a cock by massaging it with my lips. I had to learn to move in and out along its length in order to excite him and make the man ejaculate. “That will be simulated once we get you in a cage,” she informed me.
After she was satisfied that I was sufficiently familiar with this disgusting act, part two came into play. Now I had to learn how to please a woman with my tongue. Well that wasn’t nearly as hard on me but it was also annoying and degrading. It also took less time. She seemed satisfied in quite a short period of time compared to the other duties with the male organ.
“Now that you know your duties, let’s get you into a cage. Let me check.”
Elsie went to a computer terminal and pulled up a few pages on the monitor. “Looks like number 223 is open. Sounds good to me. Let’s get going.”
Once she had a leash attached to me she disconnected the front and rear leashes from the floor. The front leash was completely removed but the back one was left trailing on the floor between my legs as was the long cable, which she nearly forgot to disconnect! We were on our way.
We entered the auditorium and to my stunned eyes I suddenly saw the source of all the commotion. We were at the far end of a huge auditorium that happened to be filled with cages. There were five rows with cages on each side. There were hundreds of cages and nearly every one contained a girl on her knees. They were all attending to wall mounted cocks and vaginas and their efforts seemed excessive and hurried. “Oh my God!” I silently thought, fearing the collar as I dared not speak the words out loud.
The collar tugged and I heard the command, “Heel.” And I followed my trainer to my fate. Why did I have to fight those girls? I wish I would have listened to Elaine’s advice. Dammit!
When we arrived at my cage the door was open. The cage sat in front of a steel pillar that sported a control box on top. Behind the pillar were the numbers “223” printed large and bold. I had one girl on the left of me and nobody in the cage on the right.
“Get in,” Elsie said, zapping me with a small shock in my ass. When I was halfway in she pulled the leash up short. “Hold still,” she said. I thought she was going to disconnect the leash but instead she clipped the clit leash to a hook in the floor. She dropped the leash that was attached to my collar and walked to the console. If I could just get the clit leash off or even cause myself injury and tear it off in a fit of horrible rage… With the door still open I might have been able to scramble backwards and try to escape but what was the point. I was trapped in these gloves and these pointed boots. How fast could I run on my tip toes? Well, honestly I did think about it for a second or two. But common sense got the better of me and I just stayed still.
Elsie activated something and the hook in the floor moved forward, pulling me into the cage by my clit. It hurt until I realized that I had to follow it. Once I was completely inside the cage, facing the hanging cock and the wall mounted vagina that was just inches from my face I heard the door close with a loud clank. I closed my eyes for a second and bit my lip. I really didn’t want to do this!
Elsie came around to my left and took the leash off my collar. “You’re all hooked up and ready to go, Honey. Now look at the wall in front of you. See the light?” she asked.
“Arf,” I replied. My heart was racing now and I was so scared that I didn’t know what else to do. She read my emotion and petted my head like I was her dog. It didn’t make things any better.
“There are three colors of lights above each device. You have to use each device until they get into the green. Below the green are the yellow lights. If you let the light drop into the yellow you’ll have five seconds to get more aggressive and get the indicator back into the green. Once you hit red you’ll immediately start feeling pain. Understand?”
“Arf,” I barked again with a tone of despair in my voice.
“Now, a couple items before we start. Don’t use your teeth. Keep your teeth off of the cock at all costs. If your teeth bite down on it you’ll immediately get a very heavy shock. Use your lips. The system can tell the difference. The male organ will respond just like a real one. It’s going to get hard as you work it and it’s going to ejaculate too.” My eyes opened wide with that news and my mouth formed a perfect “O”.
“That’s right, Honey. You have to drink it down. The material is all the food you’re going to get. It tastes, looks, and feels like the real thing. It’s sticky and smelly. It’s synthetic of course. We don’t have enough males to service this many girls for the length of time we need to. What you need to remember is that there’s a set of sensors under the cock. If you dribble any out of your mouth you must lick it up within sixty seconds or you’ll start getting heavy shocks that won’t turn off until the floor is clean.”
As for the pussy, lick as deep as you can go and make sure you get your tongue into the apex. Playing with the clit provides more stimulation than licking the lips but you have to lick the entire thing or the rating will fall. Do you understand all that?”
I stared at her for just a second before responding, “Arf!” And so the nightmare truly began.
She stepped back to the console and tended to the controls. In the meantime I just stared at the cock and the vagina in front of me. I just couldn’t do it. No matter how much it hurt I knew I couldn’t put that thing in my mouth. I grimaced as I felt the dildo in my vagina start to ache. I looked up. The red lights above the flaccid cock were lit and I was expected to slip it into my mouth. I just couldn’t do it. “Go on,” Elsie urged. “Don’t let the pain get you.”
But I just couldn’t. I couldn’t put that thing in my mouth, especially knowing that it was going to squirt that goo into me. “Oh my God!” I thought. It hurt so bad that I just curled up.
“You don’t want to do that, Honey. It’s going to get a lot worse. The only way to stop it is to suck the cock,” she said as she now knelt beside me. But all I could do was grimace as my crotch began to burn with horrendous intensity.
At some point the pain seemed to leap in intensity and I began screaming. “Ahhhh! Ahhh!” “Stop…. Ahhhh” I screamed both from the pain in my crotch and the pain that now punished my words by shocking my ass as well.
“I can’t stop it. Only you can. You’re at 50%. It’s going to get a lot worse if you don’t start sucking the cock.”
“Ahhhh…..” I screamed half hearing her as the next level of pain kicked in. Her words hardly registered in my brain as my loins felt like someone had set them onto a hot brazier. I couldn’t even scream any more. All I could do was hold my mouth open wide and breathe as fast as I possibly could.
“You’re now at level three. You have one more level to go and you’ve got about two minutes to get the cock in your mouth. Come on. I’ll help you to your paws,” she said. “You can do it.”
I had had enough. The pain was so great that I could hardly move, let alone get to my hands and knees. Elsie reached through the top of the cage and pushed me forward. She even grabbed the cock and put it against my lips, massaging it just a little. And suddenly the pain stopped.
“Start working it and pay attention to the lights,” she said as she watched my lips caress the leather tube.
“Start sucking on it and move your lips along the full length of the shaft. This isn’t a long one so it won’t go down your throat. Go on. Get the lights into the green.”
The thought of a cock going down my throat was disgusting but right now the only thing that mattered was the device between my legs. In and out, up and down, I was coached. Elsie stayed right there helping me learn the method. If I had a razor I’d have sit my wrists. What I really wanted was to avoid that horrific pain again. I didn’t want to go through that again. All I could do was work the cock between my lips and keep the lights in the green.
The lights stayed pegged at the top of the scale while the tube firmed up. I knew what was coming and Elsie warned me. “OK, it’s going to come in a second. You’re doing a great job. Remember, just keep sucking and swallowing until you’re absolutely sure the cock is dry. When you’re sure the cock is empty you can let it fall out of your mouth. But keep an eye on it. If you see anything dribbling out of the tip, catch it before it hits the floor. Until you get past this stage and start licking the pussy the default pain level will be the last one you experienced. So don’t let any dribble out of your mouth. You wouldn’t like that.
It wasn’t long before I actually did feel the member bulge at the base. I pulled my lips back to the tip and let it go into my mouth. Oh God! It was horrible! I couldn’t swallow it but it was too much to hold in my mouth. “Swallow as it comes out or you’ll spill it,” she yelled. And I gulped and swallowed all of it. None leaked out.
“Good girl. Now let it go slack and keep sucking until you’re sure it’s dry.”
I kept the cock in my mouth for a minute or two longer. The lights went out. And I let the tube fall from my lips. I was breathing heavily and looked at the cock and the vagina. I then glanced at the girl next to me. While that was happening a small drop came out of the rubber cock and fell to the floor. A bell started ringing and I felt a low level pain between my legs.
“Clean it up before the pain comes. Lick it up quick. You have sixty seconds to get it spotless.”
My eyes opened wide as I realized what had happened. I looked at the cock and saw a second drop ready to fall. I put my lips around it and sucked on it, swallowing a small quantity of the goo. Then I turned my attention to the spot on the floor. It was just a tiny spot so I took my tongue and licked it up. But the bell kept ringing.
“Keep going. Clean your tongue with your own saliva and try again. Saliva will dilute the stuff and won’t set the alarm off. Hurry up. You only have thirty seconds left.”
The pain increased to a slightly higher level. I ignored it. I turned my attention to that wet spot on the floor. I wet my tongue and licked again and again. The pain increased once more as the bell continued to ring. Then the bell went out.
“Good girl. Don’t trust the lights. Keep massaging the organ until you’re certain it won’t yield any more sperm. All things said, except for the stupidity at the beginning, that wasn’t bad for a first time cocksucker. You’ll get better as the days progress. OK catch your breath. The pussy lick is next.”
The session on the vagina was quite humiliating partly because it was fairly easy. That allowed me to think. Mostly I thought about the objectives of the training. While I had to concentrate on satisfying the computer with my tongue I didn’t have to worry about anything leaking out or hitting the floor. I also realized that this training was meant to teach me to provide this service to real women and men. They were going to make me suck real cocks and lick real vaginas. With the methods I was learning and the training I was enduring I would be conditioned to their standards in just a few days, I was certain. And that was really upsetting.
I used my tongue effectively with little coaching on the vagina. I considered it an insult but Elsie said I was a natural lesbian. “You missed your calling. You should have been a pussy licker years ago.” I wasn’t sure if she was really trying to torment me or if she was actually commenting on my skill.
When I finished I felt a painless thump between my legs. “That thump,” Elsie informed me, “was your punisher being reset to minimum level. You did very well. Soon the process is going to repeat. Don’t wait any longer than necessary to get your lips around the cock or it’s going to hurt just like before. Understand?”
“Arf!” I said with a frustrated but cowed tone. I suppose I had learned my lesson.
And that’s how the day went. First I sucked cock, then I swallowed the sperm, then I waited and watched the cock until I was sure it wouldn’t leak, finally I’d lick pussy. And that’s all I did for hours on end. I must have swallowed a gallon of goo!
Every two hours someone came and took me out of my cage, thankfully giving me a break. I was taken to a fire hydrant and allowed to empty my bladder. Then they stuck a hose in my ass and flushed me out. The whole process took less than ten minutes. As soon as I was returned to the cage the process started again.
After the first break I noticed that the gap between the phases was shortening. I didn’t have much time to make sure the cock was clean before the lights came on above the vagina. I had to lick with my tongue while I had to split my attention between the lights above the current object of my attention and the cock that threatened to drip. I guess I was doing something right because it never did.
It must have been around ten in the evening when the whole cycle stopped. We had just completed a round of being relieved when I noticed that the system went out of cycle. I had just completed a vagina session and expected the cock session to start again. But instead the pussy lights started once more. I didn’t understand why but I wasn’t going to argue with the computer. I started licking it. Five minutes later a loudspeaker announced. “Rest Period! All dogs rest.”
I pulled my tongue from the pussy in front of me and looked to my left to find a small redhead staring at me. “Arf!” she said.
I guess she was saying “Hello” so I returned the same, “Arf!”
She smiled.
Something began to inflate under me. It was an air mattress. I had to keep my legs to the sides of the cage and straddle it until it fully inflated. Eventually the mattress, split in the center for the leash that was still attached to my loins, was fully inflated. I was so grateful. I plopped down on the bedding and lay on my side facing the other girl. Suddenly I saw an arm moving forward from the sign. It looked like a crane. Dangling from the arm was a very long dildo. As it slipped through the bars the girl put it in her mouth using her mittens. She opened her eyes and nodded upward toward my cage. As I turned my head I was hit on the nose by my own dildo. And that’s when I felt a low grade pain between my legs. I got the message and put it in my mouth. The pain stopped.
An attendant came around to check on us. “You’re new?” she asked.
“Arf!” I barked holding the cock in my mouth.
“As long as you’re awake keep the cock in your mouth. It’s OK to let it fall out when you are asleep but if you wake up with your mouth empty, start looking for it ASAP. The system will start hurting you if you don’t get it in your mouth within two minutes. Try and get some sleep.”
After the attendant, a pretty blonde girl dressed in black latex, left I glanced across at the girl in the other cage. With the cock in her mouth she resembled a baby sucking on a bottle. She didn’t seem upset or frightened. She seemed content, almost like she was using the phallus as a pacifier.
I couldn’t imagine any girl wanting to do what I had just done. Only torture could break someone so completely. As I glanced across the aisle I realized that we had both been exposed to such torture. I pitied the girl across the aisle, wondering just how long it took to cow her into behaving obediently. Then I pitied myself.
I was being punished. I could see that the other girl’s tail was actually made like a dog’s tail. It was shorter. I had to assume that she was not being punished. She was being trained for this role on a permanent basis. This was all so sick. Why did the government do this?
Somehow, probably due to fatigue, I fell asleep. I actually slept well. I don’t remember the dream but it had something to do with lots of boyfriends and lots of fun. But anyway, I must have slept well.
When I awoke I looked across the aisle and saw the girl in the other cage. She was asleep and the cock had fallen out of her mouth. That’s when I realized that the cock was not in my mouth either and my groin was starting to hurt. It had fallen out overnight. I quickly got my lips around it.
As strange as it may sound I was curious about my surroundings. I was restless and wanted to look around. The leash between my legs would prevent me from moving very far but I crawled around the cage as best as I could manage to try and get a feel for my surroundings.
In one direction there were cages as far as the eye could see. Each was exactly the same as mine, perhaps four feet wide, three feet high, and six feet deep. Nearly every one was occupied and I could see every crane extended over the cages. The cables hung into the cages like fishing lines waiting for a bite. I glanced up at the arm above me instinctively.
I dragged my rubber cock around to the other side of the cage and noticed beyond my friend there were only a dozen cages left in our row. Most were empty but there were a couple that had girls in them. On the far side of the aisle there were only six beyond us that were empty.
As I looked past our row I noticed much activity. There apparently was some sort of assembly line setup over there but I couldn’t see much beyond our row. There were five or six women and men sweeping and hosing down the floors. I couldn’t see much because we were in the end row. All I could really tell was that there was a lot of machinery there.
An attendant walked up on me from my blind side and knelt down beside me. “Don’t bark too loudly,” she whispered. “Can’t sleep?” she asked.
“Arf,” I barked softly, trying to hold the cock in my mouth.
“Would you like to get cleaned up early? I bet that suit’s pretty sweaty and itchy right now.”
That sounded like a good idea. “Arf!” I barked again.
“Let me see if the crew has a cleaning line ready yet. I’ll be right back.”
So that’s what the machinery at the end of the aisle was for. It was used for cleaning us. As much as my instinct told me it wasn’t going to be pleasant, I was very curious to find out how this was going to be done. I plopped down on the mattress and waited.
She returned a couple minutes later. “They’ll be ready in a minute or two. Get up on all fours and I’ll get you out of there.”
I rose on all fours and waited. After the door was opened I suddenly felt a tug on the leash between my legs. It hurt! I backed up quickly as the sliding clip moved backwards. The attendant connected a leash to my collar and pulled me the rest of the way back, disconnecting the crotch leash in the process.
“Let’s get your insides cleaned out first. That should give the crew time to clear a line,” she said.
I went through the humiliating act of peeing on the fire hydrant. Of course that was followed by the insertion of the hose into my ass. As before the nozzle was held in place as the water proceeded to my insides out.
I noticed that evil vaginal plug was left on the floor. She didn’t replace the anal plug either. For the first time in several days I had no dildos in me. It actually felt strange to move without them. Then again, I didn’t exactly miss them either.
The command came to follow, “Heel!” And I did.
“My name’s Anna Lee, by the way. I have the night watch. I don’t often get to clean puppies this early.” As we trotted toward the assembly lines I noticed a digital clock on the wall. It was 4:30 a.m.
There were two girls waiting for us. Both were dressed in black latex, the classic latex of the domestic servant. But they didn’t have any headgear on. That surprised me.
One of the girls seemed to be in charge and took my leash from Anna Lee. She explained a few things to me. “This is your first trip down the path so we’ll walk you through the process as we go. You’ll get this cleaning every morning. Normally you’d have to wait in line. With over three hundred girls we use this method to get our girls washed and dried in as little time as possible. Climb up onto the palette.”
I crawled onto a plastic palette that was roughly five feet by three feet in size. The sides were high, which made it look like a green plastic sled. It featured a hook in the center which had a chain attached. It also had a pair of handcuffs attached to the front corners. After pulling the zipper down on my suit the chain was clipped to the ring on my clit. They let the suit fall to the floor while they removed my boots and pulled the suit completely off me. Then the removed the gloves.
“Hand and knees,” the woman ordered. I dropped to all fours. She positioned me on the large tray then connected handcuffs to my wrists to hold them in place. She did not manacle my legs.
Anna Lee pointed out my tail. “Don’t forget to bag that!” she said. They slipped a plastic bag over the horsetail.
“When you go through the tunnel, keep your feet inside the dimensions of the tray,” she warned. If you crawl out of the tray while you’re in the tunnel you could be seriously hurt. Understand?” she asked.
“Arf!” I replied.
“Good. This works just like a touchless car wash. You’ll go through various phases and when you emerge from the other end you’ll be clean. Ready?”
“Arf!” I replied.
I felt the belt start and the tray moved down the line. As I entered the tunnel I was immediately hit with a warm mist that actually felt pretty good. As I progressed a few feet farther spray nozzles began hitting me with a light soapy solution. The belt stopped at that point for just a few seconds. Then it started again. When I had proceeded to the next phase I was soaped with sputtering warm suds. I was literally covered in lather and couldn’t wipe my eyes or mouth. It seemed to come more from the top but nozzles also extended under me and hit my belly with the stuff. My sex and ass got a lot of it too.
At that point I emerged from the tunnel looking like a soapy dog. The two girls now used gloved hands to massage my scalp and rub the soap into my sex thoroughly. They used stiff brushes on the majority of my skin, which didn’t feel very nice at all. While they worked the line stopped a second time. A few seconds later, they stopped and the line started once more. The second half of the tunnel waited.
The remaining tunnel was nothing more than a rinsing station. Warm water cascaded over me for the entire length of the tunnel while jets sprayed me from underneath and both sides. It was like being in a torrential downpour. Then it all stopped and I was hit by a warm air blast that blew the majority of the moisture off of my body.
When I emerged I was completely dry, with the exception of my hair. A girl took a towel and wiped the collar down and then started drying my hair with a brush and a blow dryer. When she was satisfied she pulled my hair into a ponytail and secured it with a plastic band.
A fresh red suit was ready for me. They pulled me out of the tray and led me aside. One girl kept a firm hold of my leash while the other two dressed me. I didn’t resist. There was no point. Eventually, not only did I allow them to put the suit on me, I also let them slip the dildos, the boots, and the gloves back on. It was pointless to resist so I just let them do as they pleased. I wanted out of this treatment as soon as possible. If I showed resistance they’d assume that I’d need more training. One week as a dog was more than enough for me.
I was returned to the cage for breakfast. Unfortunately it was a rushed affair of sorts. Yes, I had to put that tube of rubber in my mouth again and keep sucking until my trainer was satisfied. Anna Lee didn’t make me lick the pussy though. I just was forced to suck the male member until she was satisfied that I had enough food to keep me going.
The material that was ejected was not the same though. It was more like the consistency of farina. It had a gritty feel and it came out slower. I was actually able to enjoy it to some extent because it sort of oozed into my mouth. In fact I had to apply quite a bit of suction in order to get it to come out. While it was satisfying to eat something that wasn’t slimy it was still another hour of humiliation that I had to endure. But what choice did I have?
After twenty minutes of work Anna Lee checked on me then went to the console. “Looks like you’ve had enough. I guess we can stop pumping you full. Jules should be here in a half hour. But you can never have too much practice on the rubber stick. Just keep working it. There won’t be any output. Just keep working it until Jules comes.”
So I was stuck in the cage sucking again. At least I didn’t have to get my mouth filled with that stuff. I just had to humiliate myself by keeping my lips wrapped around this electronic manhood. I was a bit pissed. I thought I’d be able to rest a while until Jules came to pick me up. I didn’t exactly look forward to scrambling through the halls but it was better than being stuck in this cage. I should have pretended to be asleep. Instead I actually asked to be washed early. Now I was paying for it by having extra time to practice my technique. What a stupid idiot I am!
Thankfully Jules arrived early. He was accompanied by Elsie. They found me in the cage with my lips around the cock. “How’s she doing?” he asked as I continued to work the rubber tube.
“Let me check,” she replied as she stepped to the podium.
“Very good. She’s got a very high score for the first day.”
“Do you think she’ll be ready by Wednesday?”
“We usually go a week or two before testing them.”
“I don’t like to keep ponies out of training any longer than necessary. I figure I can combine the dog training with the marching.”
“We don’t normally do it that way but if you think you can keep her under control, well, that’s fine by me.”
“Great. Why don’t you shut her down and I’ll get her hood.”
Elsie turned off the machine and pulled me out of the cage. She took a towel and wiped my face before putting the red hood over my head. With the zipper closed I was just like any other bondage puppy that walked the grounds. “Heel,” Jules said as he led me outside.
Chapter 11
Melanie’s Deal
Jules:
I was pretty happy with Melanie’s progress. For a girl who had never used her mouth for anything other than talking she was pretty good at the art. In a few days she’d be ready for testing. I was certain, from the reports at least, that she’d do quite well.
We normally let the girls go for a full week before testing them. Then we often came up with some sort of lame excuse to keep them on their knees for another week. We wanted to make the experience so horrible for them that they would never try to escape or fight again. Unfortunately some of the girls did take a second session to get the desire to fight out of their system.
Melanie at times showed a pleasant willingness to bend while at other times she seemed stubborn as a mule. So I thought a little compromise was in order. Perhaps she’d like to do both puppy and horse training at the same time. At least that would keep her out of the cage and let her sleep in her own bed. I’m sure she’d appreciate it.
I let her go through the routine for two days longer. During the day she crawled around barking at the hall lights. In the evening she was trained in the cage. By Thursday morning she was ready for my examination and the offer I was about to present to her.
We were in her room at the stables when I had her stripped of her gear. Whenever the routine changed the girls became anxious. “You’re not in trouble,” I said to her as she sat on her butt. I pressed a button on the remote and disabled the speech inhibitor. “You can speak freely,” I informed her.
“Thank you,” she said, speaking the first real words since Sunday.
“Did you enjoy your stay in the kennels?” I asked.
“No sir,” she replied. “Do I have to go back?”
“That all depends on what you do in the next several minutes,” I told her as the girls continued to remove her outfit and fit her with chains.
“You want me to use my mouth on you, don’t you?” she asked.
“I will ask shortly. I have a proposal for you if you’re interested. Suppose I were to tell you that I like the way you act when you’re a puppy.”
“I don’t like being a puppy,” she said. “Please don’t make me do that again. I swear! I’ll do anything.” She was begging me with tear stained eyes.
“Come over here and sit on my lap,” I ordered.
Now that her chains were connected she had to hobble over to me. Her naked form felt soft on my lap. And she was captivating. She was beautiful.
“Normally punishment for the type of offense you’re guilty of is two weeks. Did you know that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you know how many days you were in the kennels?”
“Four,” she said.
“And that leaves?”
“Ten days.”
“I can’t do that for another ten days. Please!” she cried.
I patted her on the head and put her head on my shoulder. “You don’t have to go back if you do some things for me.”
“Anything,” she said.
“I need you to learn the pony stuff but I can’t allow you to get away with only four days of punishment for attacking my servants. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’ll be doing double duty. Depending on my mood you’ll either crawl at my side or you’ll be spending several hours in the halls. Sometimes you’ll trot around with me for my morning rounds and sometimes you’ll be taken to a marching hall. But, you don’t have to go back to the kennels and you can sleep in your own bed.”
“Is there anything else?”
“What do you think?” I asked.
“You want me to use my mouth?” she asked.
“On command.”
“OK.”
“No time like the present,” I suggested.
Cleo:
We were worried for Melanie. We saw her crawling the halls every day. The barking got to us. Elaine seemed to become the default authority on her experiences. She really didn’t want to upset us but we just asked too many questions to ignore.
When Thursday rolled around we fully expected Melanie to be crawling the halls that afternoon. We were stunned to see her hobble into the cafeteria.
“Oh my God!” I screamed. I got up and nearly fell on my face in my attempt to nuzzle against her. “Are you OK?” I asked.
“I’m fine. I’m fine.”
“How did you get out so soon?” Elaine asked.
“I was a good girl,” she said with a half hearted chuckle.
I could tell immediately that she had gone through hell. “If you don’t want to talk about it, we understand,” Elaine said.
“No, it’s OK. I’m fine.”
“We’re glad you’re out. We really missed you,” I told her.
She was sitting next to me and patted my hands with hers even though her wrists were connected by a twelve inch chain. “Let me get something to eat,” she said.
We catered to her, not allowing her to stand up at all. We also treated her with kid gloves because Elaine had given us the word over the past few days. She had not left out any details. I almost wish she had.
“I’m glad you’re back too,” Carrie said. “I know exactly what you were going through. I did it twice.”
“Twice?” Melanie asked. “Oh, that’s right. You did say that. But how? How could you give them a reason to punish you after you had gone through it once?”
“I’ll be honest. I don’t know. They broke me the second time though. That’s no lie! I’m glad they only did you for a few days. Are you sure you’re OK?” Carrie asked.
“Yea, I’m fine. I had to make a deal with Jules in order to get out early.”
“What kind of deal?” Angie asked.
“Well, he won’t send me back to the cages if I do him here. And for half the day I have to crawl around for him.”
“That’s disgusting!” Megan said. “I thought we didn’t have to have sex with anyone if we’re ponies.”
“I guess they’re allowed to bend the rules,” Jo said.
Bonnie suddenly showed up wearing a harness over her red suit. She was in tears. “They put a saddle on me,” she cried! “They said they were going to ride me when I got stronger. Oh My God!”
Everyone looked up at Bonnie. She took a seat and put her head on the table. “Why are they doing this to us?” She cried.
“Don’t let it get to you,” Melanie said. “You don’t want to end up where I was.”
Suddenly Bonnie noticed that it was Melanie. “You’re back? I thought you were going to be gone for two weeks,” she said.
“Change of plans. Trust me. You don’t want to make them think you can’t do what they ask. Get yourself together. We’re all going through it,” Melanie stated firmly.
Bonnie saw the sheer panic in Melanie’s eyes when she made her statement. She knew exactly what motivated her to say it. “It must have been hell for you,” Bonnie said. “You looked like you had so much fight in you. Did they hurt you?”
Melanie nodded.
“How?”
“I don’t want to go into details. You don’t want to know.”
“No,” Carrie said. “She should know. All of them should know, especially from someone who’s been there.”
“I want to hear it too,” I said. “Talking about it is good for your sanity. Angie, you’re the psychologist. You tell her.”
“She’s right. It’s a good idea to talk about it. But you don’t have to talk about it now. Let some time pass. You’ll talk when you’re ready.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready,” she mumbled.
“It’s OK. We’re all in this together.”
“You girls don’t have to suck off Jules or trot around on all fours for half a day.”
“Maybe we can spell you,” Megan offered.
“Excuse me?” Melanie asked. “What exactly do you mean?”
“We could take your place until you feel better. Maybe you could return the favor one day,” Megan explained.
Angie laughed. Now let me get this straight. Megan, the most timid girl here, is going to suck off Jules then crawl around like a puppy for a day. Is that what you’re offering?”
“I can do it,” she said in her innocent voice.
“Anyone can! But will you?”
“It’s better than marching around in heels with that damn spoon in my mouth. At least my mouth would be free and my feet wouldn’t hurt.”
“She may have a point,” Connie said. “But oral sex doesn’t exactly turn me on. And they demand sex on command. That could mean a lot of performances. Does anyone want to endure that just so our feet won’t hurt? Personally, I’d rather march,” she said.
Melanie looked at Megan with kind eyes. “That’s really sweet, but even if Jules would go for it I just can’t let you do that for me. That’s really nice of you though.”
“Well, it was a thought,” she said resignedly.
“I’d do it for you too,” I offered.
“We don’t even know each other. Why would you do that for me?” Melanie asked.
“It’s not for you. It’s for me. I agree with Megan. Marching around like this is annoying at best and painful at worst. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fallen on my butt. At least if I’m a puppy for a day or two I won’t be getting shocked every fifteen minutes. I can deal with a little humiliation.”
“They feed you through a rubber penis,” Melanie said suddenly. “Think you can deal with that?” she asked angrily.
My eyes opened wide. “That’s sick!”
“It’s not nearly as sick as some of the stuff I haven’t told you about.”
“Like what?”
“They train you to put your tongue between another woman’s legs. They make you suck a rubber cock that ejaculates. And you have to swallow every drop or they shock you between the legs like you’ve never imagined!”
“You went fetal on them, didn’t you?” Carrie asked.
Melanie nodded.
“You poor girl. What level did they hit you with?”
“Three,” she whispered. “I felt like my insides were on fire. I hurt so bad I couldn’t even scream. I couldn’t move. They had to prop me up so I could get the cock in my mouth. They wouldn’t turn it off until I was sucking on that damn thing! Oh my God!” she cried. “They won’t let you say no. They just kept hurting me until I did what they wanted.” Melanie’s voice was strained. She cried and cried. Carrie took her bound hands in hers.
“I did the same thing. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I should have done what they asked. It hurt so much!” she cried.
“I know. But that’s all over. Jules won’t send you back there.”
“Yes he will. If I don’t do what he asks he will. I can’t say no to him.”
“None of us can say no to him, Honey. We all have to say yes. So don’t feel guilty, OK?” Angie said.
Melanie nodded. Her attention suddenly was directed at the clock. “I have to be back in my room in twenty minutes,” she said. “I’m not looking forward to the puppy session. I hate that damn barking routine.”
“I never liked it either,” Carrie noted.
“I said I’ll take your place,” I offered.
“You’re nuts. Suppose they want to put you in the kennel for a few days to learn the trade. Don’t risk it. It’s not worth it. Besides, if some sick fart sees you as a pup they may want to keep you on your knees permanently.”
“That’s true,” Angie said. “Jules already told me that they do that on occasion. They like smaller girls to take on those roles. Megan, don’t let them put you in a kennel. Do not volunteer to take Melanie’s spot. If you do you may be crawling and fetching permanently. I’m sure you don’t want that!”
Megan’s gaze returned to that of the scared, innocent girl. “No. I wouldn’t mind covering for a day or so. But being kept as a dog permanently? No. I don’t think I’d like that at all!”
“Has anyone figured out why they are doing this?” I asked.
“We’ve been trying to figure that out ourselves,” Angie said.
“I just wish I were back in Texas,” Melanie said. “I just got back from visiting my aunt and uncle there. They have fantastic animals. I actually got a chance to ride a race horse. That was some creature. My uncle has been breeding thoroughbreds for twenty years…”
“That’s it!” I said.
“What?” Angie asked.
“Thoroughbreds! That’s the answer. This is an ethnic cleansing plan.”
“You know. You may have something there. Megan, where were your parents born?” Carrie asked.
“Iowa.”
“Cleo?”
“Newark, New Jersey.”
As we talked we discovered that none of us had any recent ancestry in Europe. All our parents or grandparents came from the U.S. We felt quite proud to have figured this out. Not that it would help much. We were going to be beasts of burden no matter how smart we were. Unless someone had an army on the way we’d be pulling carts or carrying people on our backs before too long.
“I have to get back,” Melanie said. “I guess I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
“We’ll pray for you,” Elaine offered.
Melanie smiled, and then hobbled out of the cafeteria.
“Did you enjoy your little chat?” Jules asked.
“Yes sir. They were all curious.”
“That’s not unusual.”
“I suppose. What do I have to do now?”
“First you’ll please me. On your knees please.”
“Yes sir.”
As Melanie practiced her oral skills on Jules, he mumbled to himself, holding her head between his legs. “I was going to drag you around on a leash but you’ve already lost several days in harness. I think we’ll put you in a corridor for a couple sessions before we go back to the puppy stuff. You need the exercise.
Of course Melanie, with her mouth full of Jules member, couldn’t say anything. All she could do was move in and out as she had practiced over the last few days. Jules was demanding and insisted she do things right. He even shocked her when she let her lips slip off his cock by accident. After she recovered he insisted she start again with gusto. Seeing the remote in his hand, she got the message quickly.
When he released her he compliment her on her performance. “Except for that little bobble, I can’t hardly complain. Keep doing what you’re doing and we’ll be done with this little annoyance in a week or so.”
“Yes sir.”
“Call me Jules,” he insisted.
“Yes, Jules. Is there anything else?”
“No. I’ll send a set of domestics and a dog for you shortly. You can march through the evening.”
“Yes, Jules.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
Jules:
I heard what the two girls offered to do for Melanie. The collars were wired and I kept them monitored. It was a clear violation. They were interfering with Melanie’s punishment. Anyway, I thought it would be good for them to discover the consequences of their actions and see what a dog goes through. I also agreed that Megan might not be suitable for a pony. She just might have to become a puppy, simply due to her physical size.
I figured on taking care of Megan first. I entered her room to find her lying on her bed, dozing. As I called for two domestics she heard me.
“Hello, Jules. Is it time already?”
“Almost.”
“Can’t you do something about this? Can’t I get out of being a horse?”
“As a matter of fact I have something else planned for you tonight. The domestics will be in shortly to dress you.”
“I know.”
“I heard what you offered to do for Melanie,” I informed her.
Her eyes lit up. “You heard me? You bugged the cafeteria.”
“Not exactly. Your collar is wired.”
She stared at me. “It was a dumb idea. Forget I mentioned it,” she said suddenly, fear evident in her voice.
“Actually it was a fantastic idea. I think we’ll try it out for a couple weeks.”
“A couple weeks? Why? We didn’t do anything wrong! No, please. Don’t do this.”
“I’m afraid I don’t have a choice. You screwed up. You can’t interfere with anyone’s punishment. You were monitored by our staff and it was logged and reported. You’re going to the kennels for punishment.”
She stared at me in horror. “I can’t be a dog! Please don’t do this! She was crying when the two latex clad women came in. When they looked at me I had only one word for them. “Kennels.”
They both nodded and retrieved the special gear that was locked in the end closet. Since Megan had been left in her red body suit it was simply a matter of swapping her collar, installing the pointed boots and finally putting the special gloves on her. At that point I turned on the remote and programmed her dildos to link to the collar. She was now a dog.
“Speak,” I said.
“Wha…. Ahhhh,” she screamed.
“That’s not what a dog says. Speak!” I commanded.
“Arf!” she said in a high pitched, but frightened voice.
“It’s late so we’ll take you directly to the kennels. Diane, get a leash and take her right over. I’ll get Cleo and be right behind you.”
Cleo was already on all fours, crying and pleading. She was being shocked often due to her histrionics. She was mad. She had no idea that offering to take punishment for someone else was an offense. Well, she knew now.
“You’re wondering why? You were told never to interfere with someone’s punishment. I told you that on day one. Then you go and offer to get into a puppy outfit to let Melanie off. Well, you’re going to get your wish. Megan’s going to keep you company.”
Cleo screamed as she tried to curse me. All that came out was a scream of extreme pain. “You need to curb that behavior or you’ll cook your insides. I think a spoon gag is in order,” I said to the domestics. Before long not only was she gagged, she was also hooded and leashed. She was going to the kennels.