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Chapter 04 - Judgement Day Minus Four
Shumara had reached the middle of her week of instruction. The collar woke her shortly after dawn and told her to clean herself for the day. Shortly thereafter, she made her way to the Great Hall and silently ate her breakfast at her solitary table wondering what terrible things the day held in store for her.
But the collar remained silent as she ate and except for a quiet, “Time to go,” it continued to remain silent as she started her tour of the palace and office complex. Since everything seemed so quiet, she was hoping that she could go back to her room and rest for a while, but that was not to be.
Just as she completed the last hallway of the auxiliary office building, a woman of the ruling class stepped up to her and said, “Former Princess Shumara Seven, please listen to what I have to say.”
Shumara stopped and turned. The woman continued, “You don’t recognize me, do you?”
Shumara’s eyes crinkled as she quickly went through her memories trying to place this beautiful woman of royal blood.
“Perhaps if you were to imagine me with slightly less straight teeth... and darker, more coarse hair... and, of course, the almost bronze skin of the class that normally works outside.?”
Shumara suddenly gasped and said, “Towanna Twelve! Is it really you?”
“Yes, it is me, Shumara. I was one of the first victims of your power as a princess, but this revenge is neither the first nor last against you. When you were but thirteen years old, I was in charge of one of the groups of servants who maintained the grounds around the palace. You accused me of tampering with the security fence so that Rashama Eight could slip into your private garden and rape you. In reality, it was you who had tampered with the security field from the inside. You looped the memory so the record showed that I had deactivated it, as I had on the day before to allow my crew to work on the shrubs and flowers of the empty garden.”
“You then waited for Rashama to come past the area cleaning the sidewalk. You called out to him as though you were hurt. You knew that people in pain were his weakness. In his desire to help you, he didn’t even realize that he had crossed into the forbidden area. Once he was within the garden, you reactivated the fence and explained to him that he was trapped there with you and if he did not remove all of his clothing and display his body to you, you would scream for help and claim that he had tried to rape you.”
“Rashama was a bit of a legend among the cleaning crews. It was said that his prick was larger than any of the huge security dogs that roamed the area at night and only slightly smaller than a donkey’s. Partly you were sexually interested, but mostly you wanted to win a bet with your friend, Secuma Six, about whether you could get proof of Rashama’s actual size.”
“Once you had seen his member, however, you decided that you wanted to be able to also brag that you had sex with him, and so you ordered him to fuck you. Your exact words were, ‘You had better give me the best fuck of my life or I will totally fuck up the rest of your life.’”
“Out of fear he complied, but one of your bodyguards decided to make an unscheduled check on your safety. You saw him coming down the path and began screaming for help and claiming that Rashama had raped you. You even begged your father to see that Rashama be castrated and sent to the furthest labor camp for the rest of his life. When people began to wonder how Rashama had gotten inside the security shield, you suggested that he had to have been working with someone, and even said that it had to have been me.”
Shumara just looked at the ground as Towanna spoke.
“You even convinced the guards that it would give you closure to slip the control collar onto my neck yourself. That very afternoon, you came up behind me as I was inspecting a just-completed section of new planting and with your own hands closed the collar around my throat.”
“As you now know, the collar can read memories and it immediately knew that I was innocent. More than that, it read my desires and abilities and realized that I was capable of much more than just supervising a garden crew. By The One’s direction, a DNA modifier was prepared for me and I was transformed into a woman of the ruling class. In like fashion, Rashama, to match his desires and abilities, was transformed into a member of the medical class. The king wanted to keep everything quiet so we just disappeared to our new lives.”
“If things worked out so well for you and Rashama, of what revenge do you speak?” asked Shumara.
“It is not my revenge, but the revenge of The One of whom I speak. Something you do not yet know, but will, is that once you have worn the control collar, it modifies your mind so that The One can speak to you directly if it desires. It can also hear your thoughts and memories, but only if you desire it to do so. The One has asked me to speak to you and has requested that you prepare yourself to endure the punishment that you had ordered for me and Rashama. Do you remember what that was?”
Shumara’s face drained of color. Yes, she remembered. She thought it would be exciting to watch Towanna and Rashama struggle to replace the donkeys that normally pulled the carts used by the grounds crews. She had imagined Towanna, naked and slippery with sweat, as she tried to pull the heavy carts across the ground. “You were going to replace the Donkeys on the carts for a day.”
Towanna continued, “And then for the night? What had you planned for me for the night?”
Shumara swallowed hard and spoke in a soft whisper. “I promised the guard in charge of the security dogs that I would sleep with him if he would spray you with the scent of a female dog in heat and put you in with the dogs overnight. When you and Rashama disappeared, he demanded that I let him fuck me anyway or he would tell what had really happened. I later arranged for him to be transferred to the outer areas so that no one would ever know.”
“There is a cart of manure waiting for you at the front entrance to the palace gardens,” began Towanna. “You are to pull that cart on every path in the entire garden complex, and you shall pull it swiftly for you must finish before sunset. When you have completed every path, you will report to the kennels and to the guard in charge of the dogs. He will spray you with the scent of a bitch in heat and put you in with the dogs until dawn.”
The collar buzzed slightly as though it was powering up to take control of her body. That was all the encouragement that Shumara needed to began walking swiftly towards the gardens. A silent command of “faster” caused her to break into a run. She was already covered with a thin sheen of perpetration before she arrived at the cart.
It was a standard garden cart except that there was no donkey’s yoke. Instead suspended between the pulling poles of the cart was, for lack of a better description, a pair of leather panties with chains attached to their wide, belt-like top. There were also two leather restraints for her hands, but these were positioned outside the poles in exact alignment with where her body would stand. They insured that she could not use her hands to pull the cart.
It was obvious that all pulling would be done by the panties, and that Shumara was to put on those panties. Not so obvious were the two short stubs that stuck up inside the leather. As she slipped her legs into the pulling panties, she felt the longer of the two nubs begin to push its way into her slit. As she pulled them completely into place, the shorter nub entered her ass. She then tightened the buckle at the front of the belt until everything was snug. The four chains, two on each side of her leather panties, now held her firmly in place between the poles. When she placed her wrists in the cuffs outside the poles, she must have triggered some sort of mechanism because they tightened automatically and held her hands in place. She was now bound to the cart as firmly as any donkey had ever been.
Shumara leaned forward and strained to get the cart moving. Most of the pressure was on her hips as she pushed forward against the belt, but some pressure was also against her sex, and as she strained to pull the cart, she could feel her muscles tighten around both dildoes.
Soon the cart was rolling and Shumara was trotting at a steady pace. Each time the wheels of the cart went over some small bump, such as a small stone or the expansion cracks in the sidewalk, the cart would pull back and the poles would bounce downward. Once over the obstruction, the cart would lurch slightly forward and the poles would bounce upward. The effect was that Shumara’s hips were being forced forward and back in a running pelvic thrust while the dildoes fucked her ass and pussy. She smiled slightly as she thought, “If a quickie is a fuck and run, what is a fuck while running? A super quickie?”
After running for several minutes, however, she realized that this was much more than a super quickie. This was not a fast fuck and then running off to something else. This was a slow, continuous fuck while she ran. Her body was hot with the exertion of pulling the cart and her sex was hot with simulation and need. Physical and sexual heat radiated from her like a red glow. She shone with a thick sheen of sweat. It dripped from her breasts and ran in rivulets down the inside of her thighs. Mingled with the sweat on her thighs was also the juice of her sex, flowing freely from the continuous stimulation of the dildoes as she trotted through the maze of paths that made up the royal gardens.
The heat continued to rise within her and soon she felt an orgasm building. Her inner heat was driving her now and she was running full out, her head tilted back, with soft moans of “Oh.... Oh.... Oh.... Oh....” escaping from her open mouth. Several people had been invited to a special tour of the gardens this afternoon. As Shumara ran past them she recognized most of them as people whom she had cheated, tricked, abused or falsely accused. Their smiles as she passed showed the height of their satisfaction at seeing Shumara’s shameful punishment.
Shumara, however, was feeling no shame. She was feeling lust... pure unadulterated lust as she strained against the leather pulling garment trying to reach an orgasm while she ran. Finally what she sought overwhelmed her. She cried out and attempted to stand still as her body shook with release, but the weight of the cart pushed her forward and she staggered down the path screaming and crying out “F—U—C—K MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” She regained herself in time to avoid running into two women of the office class who clapped their hands together, laughed out loud, and gleefully said, “Run, Shumara, Run or someone will stripe you ass with a whip before they fuck it with a cactus.”
She did not remember their names, nor did she remember exactly what she had done to trap them naked on the roads behind the palace in the middle of the night, but she did remember riding along side them on her horse, swinging a whip at them and screaming out those exact words. The collar’s voice spoke within her head in its peculiarly flat way and said simply, “It does eventually come around, doesn’t it Shumara. But heed their words. You must run faster if you are to report to the master dog handler’s house before dark.”
Shumara leaned into the harness and again picked up speed. Perhaps the collar was helping her, because she was soon running as fast as she had ever run, slowing down only the two additional times when she had peaked with screaming orgasms.
The sun was down, but twilight was still bright when she arrived at the kennels and the house of the head dog handler. He looked at her and smelled her and crinkled his nose in disgust. “I don’t think I need to waste a bitch’s smell on you. You reek of sex. You ARE a bitch in heat. The dogs are already baying at your scent.” He released her hands from the restraints and ordered, “Take off your harness and follow me.”
For the first time this day, Shumara actually felt shame as she realized that she was exactly what the handler called her, a bitch in heat. At that moment, after hours of physical exertion and sexual stimulation, she didn’t care that she was going to be raped repeatedly by dogs... she didn’t care who or what fucked her... she cared only that she was a bitch in heat who needed to be fucked... fucked repeatedly and fucked very hard.
As she followed the handler into one of the large wire runs, he said, “There is already a bitch in the breeding cage but we haven’t let the studs into her yet.” A large black female dog stood with her head between two posts. She was held in place by some sort of harness around her chest and front legs. “These are pretty high spirited dogs,” explained the handler. “We don’t want the bitches fighting the studs, so we tie them in the breeding pen. That way she can’t turn and bite the stud who is servicing her. We’ve made a special breeding pen for you.”
Shumara’s eyes widened as she examined the strange devise before her. It appeared that she was to put her head through the hole between the posts and her arms in the leather cuffs on either side of the poles. After seeing the restrained dog, she was expecting that. But there was also a board with two holes in it on which she was to lay her chest. It appeared that her breasts would hang down beneath the board in some kind of enclosed box.
Seeing her perplexed look, the trainer explained, “These dogs aren’t used to teats that don’t give milk. Seeing those big jugs of yours, they just might try to get a quick drink and get real upset if they are dry. At least we think that is what happened when some fool milkmaid wanted to find out what it would be like to be fucked by a guard dog. He nearly tore her tits off. You might get some scratches on your back and a nip or two on your ass, but you will leave here with you tits intact. Now get yourself ready.”
Shumara knelt before the breeding pen and lay down on the breast protection board. The trainer lifted her hands and bound them securely in the cuffs. He then stepped in front of her and lowered the upper half of the restraint so that her neck was completely encircled and her head stuck through the hole as though it was mounted on a wall. Finally, he strapped her upper body securely to the chest board.
“There is one more thing, Former Princess Shumara. Do you remember many years ago when you were on a walk with one of your boyfriends. Something didn’t go right and he left you out in the country alone and horny. A young boy came walking by on his way to do chores and you ordered him to come over to where you were sitting under a tree and told him that if he didn’t crawl under your dress and lick you to orgasm you would put both his parents in prison. He cried all the time he was under your dress, but you got your orgasm.”
Shumara looked up at the trainer who now stood before her with a huge cock sticking out of his robes. “That was me. I don’t care if you cry or not, but you are going to suck my dick and you are going to use your tongue and lips to give me the best blowjob that any woman has ever given, or I will spray the scent of an alpha male on your ass and these dogs won’t fuck you, they will tear your ass to pieces!”
Shumara opened her mouth and sucked the trainers cock deep within her. Hearing the dogs bark and snarl in the next enclosure spurred her on as she slurped and licked and tried to give the handler the best blowjob that any woman has ever given any man. Finally the cock within her mouth twitched and spasmed and shot a copious amount of cum down her throat. Even if she had wanted to pull away as he came, she could not. The restraint system held her head firmly in place as he filled her mouth and throat with his cum.
The trainer rested his elbows on the top of the human breeder pen and kept his prick in her mouth until it softened. Finally, when he was ready, he pulled out of her mouth, put himself back inside his robes and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “There ain’t no such thing as alpha dog scent. But now you now the terror of the lie which you told me that day so long ago. I am going to let the studs in now. They can’t get up here by your head, but they should keep your tail busy until morning. Have a good night.”
With that he walked through a gate near the corner of the enclosure and pulled on a chain that lifted a small hatchway between the breeding enclosure and the one that held the studs. The entire pack soon spilled into the breeding area and the alphas claimed their prizes. Shumara smiled in satisfaction when she realized that the prime alpha had selected her, the human bitch, leaving the dog bitch to the lesser prime alpha.
The leader of the dogs was huge and brutal. He thrust into her fully on the first stroke and pumped with the frantic pace common to all dogs. As he thrust she could feel his prick hit her cervix. The pain was deep inside her, but it told her how big he was and how deep insider her he had penetrated and that caused her to moan and howl as loudly as the dog bitch in the pen beside her. She could also feel his knot beginning to form as his prick became tighter and tighter within her. Again there was pain, but again the pain merely told her how fully she was stuffed by the dog’s massive member. In the house, the trainer heard the howls of the two bitches in heat being serviced by the studs in the breeding pen, and he smiled as he sat down to his evening supper.
Soon Shumara’s cunt was filled with the prime alpha’s cum and shortly after that he began to try to pull out of her. Now the pain was only pain as he pulled and tugged in an attempt to get the knot back out of her womb. Eventually he went down enough that, facing away from her, he was able to pull out of her with a loud pop. He was soon replaced by the next dog down the alpha order of the pack. And so it went throughout the night. Between fucks, Shumara would murmer, “No; No more; Please no more; I can’t stand it.” but then the next dog would mount her and soon she would again be howling out her heat and passion.
Eventually the studs were satiated and she was left alone in her breeding pen. Somehow she fell asleep in the breeding position, her cunt gaping open and dripping copious amounts of cum onto the ground between her legs. Shortly before dawn the trainer returned to the pen and called the studs back into their own enclosure. He then released both of the bitches from their breeding pens. Shumara stumbled slightly as she stood up and full circulation returned to her arms and legs.
The trainer led her to the entrance. “One more thing,” he said as they stood at the gate. He picked up something from a bench alongside the entrance. It was a large leather dog collar with an attached leash. He slipped the leather collar around her neck just above the control collar and put the end of the leash in her hand. “Time to lead yourself home. That’s a training collar that will deliver shocks to help train a difficult puppy. It is set so that if you move too fast it will give you increasingly severe shocks until you slow back down. You are to walk back to your room slowly so that everyone can see what a well-fucked bitch looks like after a night with the pack.” With that he turned and walked back into the dog training area.
Too exhausted to care what people thought or said, Shumara began her slow walk back to the palace. The sun was bright in the sky before she reached her room and collapsed on her bed.
END CHAPTER FOUR OF EIGHT