Author's Note: This story has been published in slightly shorter form at another site a few years back. I have written a few pages of part 2, but when and if that will be posted is anybody's guess ;-)

English is NOT my native language - so please don't be too hash about spelling and such...

Part 1

Friday 26

Trembling, and trying desperately to keep myself from crying, I waited, as ordered by my wife Ulrika. I was precariously balancing myself on top of the insane, nine inch stiletto-heeled, four-inch platform shoes. My feet where pointing straight downwards in a kind of ballet stance, but I dared not even think about sitting down, even if my "clothes" had permitted me to do so. I did not even dare to lean against a wall, despite the fact that my poor feet and legs where literally shaking and throbbing with pain. The kitchen was dark, only lit by a weak 15Watt bulb over the sink. Laughter and small talk from the adjoining dinner room drifted in trough the closed door. Suddenly the sharp light from the row of overhead tubes flickered into being, illuminating the large room with their blue-white glare.

I blinked away tears, as my eyes tried to adapt and stiffened, standing at attention, a faked, really, really, happy - mouth open smile on my surgically enlarged, almost Negroid lips - but no one entered. A few minutes passed, and I dared relax slightly. I tried to avoid looking at my reflection in the full sized, wall-mounted mirror that dominated opposing wall, but somehow it was difficult.

A totally bizarre figure looked back at me from the other side of the mirror: insanely long, shapely, utterly hairless legs encased in dark silk stockings. The stockings held in their place by laced black and bright pink suspenders. The suspenders vanished beneath an extremely short skirt that exposed a wide area of white, hairless flesh above the hem of the stockings - and also a small penis, encased in a series of tight-fitting metallic rings. The rings prevented the penis from getting more erect than it already was, but it still jutted obscenely outward from the black dress, slightly lifting the lower hem of the white, laced apron that the apparition in the mirror also wore, tied around its wasp-like, impossible slim waist.

The main reason for the extremely slim waistline was the steel reinforced, black leather corset that was laced on, keeping the torso erect and the backbone totally rigid. The horrible garment did not only force me to gasp and fight for each small breath of air, almost making me pass out once every twenty seconds, it also extended a crushing force downwards and backwards, pushing my wide hips and large, rounded, totally female buttocks back, making the large globes tensed and hard.

Above the waist, pushed upwards and outwards by the extreme corset, a couple of very large and firm breast jutted defiantly upwards, in part supported by black plastic cups that encased the lower third of the double D jugs. Gleaming chromed loops where pierced trough each swollen, enormously large, erect nipple, and in addition to this a small bell was dangling from these nipple-rings.

On top of this a cute dolls face looked outward under a large, curly blond mass of hair, what looked like heavy make up covering the dolls face. Blood red, glistening wet, over the top full lips pouting invitingly, long eyelashes sweeping the air in front of big blue eyes, thick layers of what looked like blue eye shadow and mascara enhancing and re-shaping their appearance. What was less apparent was that most of the "make-up" was tattooed on and probably would stay on for the rest of my life!

I kept my head tilted upward, forcibly so by the thick and stiff discipline collar that was more or less permanently locked around my neck. It would have been less stiff and heavy if it weren't for the batteries for the built in electric cattle prod and radio transmitter and receiver. The hated collar was my real prison - the shocks it could dish out where strong enough to render me unconscious, if not kill me. And it was operated by remote radio-control, using the same technique as modern smart-phones. I shuddered, looking away from my mirror image - I didn't recognize the "she-male" that was myself. How had it got this far? I had no answer, but in my heart I knew that I had only myself to blame, really.

The dreaded bell finally rang. I desperately prayed for something, anything, to happen, to prevent the direction that events where progressing, but of course it didn't. I obediently moved forward, gingerly balancing on the extreme heels, my enormous breast swaying, soft ringing from the small bells dangling from my nipples.

I gingerly picked up the large tray and, walking with extreme care, I made my way over to the door. Taking a couple of small, sharp breaths, again desperately praying for some miracle to save me at the last moment, I pushed the door open.

The group of people sitting and standing around the large table totally ignored me. It was ten women and eight men. All had been my friends in a remote, almost unreal time, before Ulrika vent insane on me. I felt my face burn with humiliation and shame, dreading what I knew probably would happen.

Standing to the side was Mariko, Ulrika's Japanese maid. She was a beautiful girl, dressed in a classic French-maid's dress, compared with my dress she was almost demurely dressed. She held one of the dreaded remote controllers that could trigger my collar in her small hand.

"Hurry up, you!" she hissed in her lilting, heavily accented voice. Smiling, mouth open, careful to walk with my ass and hips swaying as much as I was able I hurriedly minced forward with short, fast steps, making a staccato sound with my shoes, placing the large tray on the table beside Mariko.

"You may clear the table, piggy!"

"Yes ma'am, thank very much you ma'am" I said in my thin, high pitched, feminine voice, tying to keep from slurring the words, which wasn't easy due to the two rows of metal-studs that was pierced trough my tongue. I curtsied deeply.

My vocal cords had been modified at the same time as much of my body had been changed. My new, almost totally female, body was the result of extensive surgery rather than chemicals and hormones, making me feel totally like I was a man that was trapped inside a woman's body. I minced over to the table, hips swaying, buttocks and breast jumping this way and that. I placed myself slightly behind and to the right of John, my older brother, him being the safest one to be near.

"Excuse me Master, may Piglet take you plate?" I asked, curtseying deeply, blushing with bone deep humiliation. There had never been any great love between us - but at least there had been some form of respect. That was no more.

"Sure, you fucking pervert" he only glanced at me, then ignored me, leaning back in his chair, talking to Mona, his wife. I leaned forward from the hips, my back straight as a rod, the awful corset making my upper body more or less rigid. This, of course, made my hips and round buttocks thrust backwards and my very short skirt to slide up my naked ass, exposing the tense, firm globes to the world. As fast as I was able, I picked up the plate with its half-eaten Beef Wellington, gravy and potatoes. Fumbling with my blood red, more than 2 inch long, nails I took the glass, knife and fork and managed to get back to an upright position. I curtsied, turned and walked back to the kitchen, painfully aware of the fact that my skirt was still hiked up halfway up my ass, exposing it as it swayed provocatively with each short step I took. But I held the plate in my hands, and dared not risk dropping anything- even if walking like this probably was cause for a demerit. Dropping anything was five demerits - everything, the slightest error on my part, was cause for a demerit, and once they added up to fifty demerits, I had a long horrible day of being disciplined, or to speak plainly, tortured ahead of me.

"Har, har - your brother has a real nice ass, there, John! A REALLY nice ASS!!" the drunken voice of Leo Thomson laughed behind my back.

"What are you talking about - Jerry died a year ago, remember?"

This generated general laughter.

I was officially declared dead. My only official identity nowadays was that of "Sofie Obedient", a citizen of Ghana, without any legal papers or permits to be in the country of any kind. If I by some kind of miracle were able to escape my living hell, I probably would be sent out of the country as an illegal alien.

"Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that, my mistake!" Leo laughed.

I really hated and feared Leo Thomson, who actually had been one of my best friends in my prior existence as Jerry Lindgren. Ulrika had lent me to him for a weekend a few months ago, and that experience still haunted me, and made me realize that it was possible to end up in an even worse place than I was.

I finally pushed the door to the kitchen open and vanished from view. Panting for air, I crossed the floor, partly from my total lack of stamina, but mostly from the awful corset's strangling grip. I scraped off the excess food from the plate, feeling a deep pang of hunger when I smelled the heavy aroma from the meat and gravy as it landed in the large, red bowl. It was one of the bowls used to feed the two very large Dobermans Pinchers that Ulrika had acquired, very aware of my deeply rooted fear of such animals - and to get two more living creatures who I would have to regard as my infinite superiors and masters. I felt tempted to take a small bite from the still warm food - but I was aware of ever present surveillance cameras looking down at me. The two bowls would be filled to the brim with left over food this night - and it was Killer and Bruto who would benefit from it. I was only allowed small amounts of pasty gruel a few times a week. I placed the plate in the sink and hurriedly went back out to fetch another one.

After about 20 minutes I finally was done clearing the table, one plate at a time. My poor ass had been pinched, fondled and slapped almost every time I leaned forward to pick up something off the table. Leo had inserted his index finger in my anus, wiggling it about before pulling it out -and then he made me lick it clean, to the general laughter of all.

The two dog-bowls in the kitchen where now brimming with food as I began washing up the pile of plates. My belly was totally empty, I had not been permitted any food for almost two days, and the food I had eaten then had been some small crumbs left by the two dogs in their feeding bowls. I was required to lick the bowls clean each time after the two large animals were fed.

The party continued, now with ice cream and brandy, of course served by Mariko. I was not allowed to touch any uneaten food, or serve it. I heard the laughter growing louder as the wine and other alcoholic beverages took effect, shuddering, desperately hoping that it wouldn't take a turn for the worse, as party nights often had in the recent past. I was finished inside the 15 minutes limit I had for that task, and returned to the dining room, sweating from rising fear and exhaustion. I entered, and Mariko immediately snapped at me:

"There you are you lazy worm - clear the table!"

"Yes ma'am!" I said and minced up to the table - I steeled myself as I stopped behind Leo, figuring he was the most dangerous man around the table, and hoping he wasn't that drunk yet. If I got by him, I might actually get trough the evening without having to suck anyone off, or being raped up the ass. Once the dinner was over, I often was left alone.

"Excuse me master, may Piglet take you plate?" I asked, curtseying deeply. Piglet was my "name for the evening". Leo turned away from his wife Marie, grinning, looking at my almost bare, quivering and heaving breasts. He pushed his chair back from the table.

"Sure thing, Jerry, 'ol pal!" he was one of the few who almost never used anything but my old, "real" name. "But first I want you to do me a favor here - I need to piss something fierce, and I don't want to be bothered with the bathroom. Take care of it, will you!"

"Yes master, thank very much you master" I smiled even wider, curtsying, trying to keep my revulsion from showing, fighting to keep a broad, mindless smile on my thick lips. I bent over sharply at the hips, and leaning against the table with one hand. I fumbled with his fly with the other. His unwashed, thick penis jutted forward, already semi-erect.

As I bent over more, my mass of blonde hair falling forward, I heard Leo continuing his conversation with Marie and my brother John as if nothing unusual at all was occurring. I steeled myself, and slipped my fat lips over his now erect dick, being careful to get a good seal.

I heard a soft grunt, and a jet of hot urine shot into my mouth as I struggled to both gasp for air and swallow. I felt his hand grip my hair, and as the piss trickled off, he began to jerk my head up and down, using it as some kind of masturbation aid. In an effort to get this first ordeal over with as fast as possible I licked at his unwashed shaft, sucking and biting very softly.

Someone - probably Marie slipped a hand between my legs and cupped my encased balls. Two fingers pinched very hard the left testicle, and I almost lost my self-control - the pain was blinding!! At the same time I felt Leo move his hips, and a first load of cum shot into my mouth as I kept my tongue busy, dragging the rows of studs around his dick-head, at the same time swallowing what seemed a whole truckload of sperm. Finally it was over, the dick slowly began shrinking and his grip in my hair loosened. The hand between my naked thighs viscously scratched my flesh, making my eyes tear from the pain and a soft whining sound to emit from my mouth. I was allowed to stand up again, a bit unsure of my balance, gasping desperately for air. Marie kept her hand on my ass, pinching and clawing, but she calmly kept up a conversation with Anders on her other side. I gently placed Leo's now shrunken penis inside his pants and zipped it up again.

"Woa - boy, you really have a great mouth there, Jerry! The only thing better is your cunt, especially when someone is whipping your tits at the same time! You know, John, you really should try out "Piglet" here - Jerry was a bit of a dumb shit, but he sure turned into a prime A class piece of fuck meat!"

John laughed, and for a brief instant our eyes met, before I looked down, ashamed. John had refused to help me get away, he had informed our parents about what a piece of perverted trash I was, omitting the fact that I was forced to do this, making them cut me out of their will, and stop talking to me even before I was officially "killed". He had gleefully divided up my belongings between himself, my sister Carina and Ulrika - but he had never made me service him sexually, or even beaten me up at all.

A soft flash of electric current seared my neck and testicles, making me hurriedly bend over and picking up the wide plate and spoon Leo had eaten ice cream from. Marie thankfully removed her hand from my rear end, and I was able to flee towards the kitchen, mincing away with short, fast steps, my skirt now hitched all the way above my naked ass, making the circular swaying motion even more embarrassing. I chanced a few moments to get my breath, tasting Leo's foul sperm in my mouth, before I pulled my skirt down and returned. I placed myself at Marie's right side, and curtsied as I asked: "Excuse me mistress, might Piglet take you plate?"

She turned and stared at me. Ulrika had laughingly told me that Marie was jealous about Leo's obvious lust to rape me at any time he was able. Her hateful glance told me with a sick, desperate feeling it was true. It felt utterly unfair - did she think I enjoyed having my head down their toilet bowl, almost drowning while Leo raped my ass? Or cleaning up his cock after it had been up my ass, with my tongue?

And the awful thing was that I was at her absolute mercy - Ulrika would not like it if Marie killed me, but anything short of that Ulrika most likely would regard as amusing.

"YOU SHUT YOUR FILTHY WHORE MOUTH!" she snapped, slapping me hard across my face, making me stumble, and almost fall, as my heavy breast swung wildly, upsetting my balance. I tasted blood mixing with the sperm. Panting, I stabilized myself, feeling utterly lost. I looked over at Ulrika, but she only smiled her evil, predatory smile that meant that she enjoyed seeing me in pain and confusion.

"Excuse me mistress, might Piglet take you plate?" I whispered, my thin, little girls voice cracking. Marie stared at me. She turned away, whispering:

"I will fucking kill you one of these days, you damn bitch - take the damned plate!"

Thankful I hurriedly picked up her stuff, and returned to the kitchen. When I returned, I saw Ulrika and Marie engaged in a conversation, which worried me, but I wasn't able to hear anything. Several of the guests had moved away from the table, and I was able to get all plates into the sink in record time. I washed up, and returned again to the dining area, where Mariko greeted me with a hard stare, the rest of the party had moved into the TV-room, where I heard soft music being played.

"Well, piggy - you have five demerits so far tonight - four are awarded because your skirt was not in place on several occasions, and the fifth is because you looked into Master John's eyes for a moment. You have just seven more to go before you hit fifty again - and I overheard Mistress talking to ma'am Marie - ma'am Marie will administer your next punishment session."

Mariko laughed at me, obviously delighted to be able to cause some small misery. I then cleaned up the rest of the room, washing up the last plates and cups.

Almost two hours passed. Again I stood in the center of the now almost dark kitchen, thoughts chasing each other in my head, almost unbearable pain throbbing from my feet and legs. I was hungry to the point that I found myself fantasizing about the Doberman's leaving some scraps for me later tonight, and about when Ulrika's niece had handed me a stale piece of bread a week ago. I had worked really hard for that slice of slightly green piece of rye. I had been turned into a "horse" for a couple of days, and carrying young Pia on my back I had been running up and down more or less the entire length of Ulrika's large estate, egged on by her spurs and riding crop.

I glanced at the clock, and began to hope that I actually would get away with just the blowjob Leo had forced me to give him.

I watched the minutes tick away, and then I actually heard someone starting a car outside, followed by another, and after a while I saw the lights swing by the kitchen window, and leave Ulrika's estate. Based on past experience I would guess that it was the Larson and the Nelson couples, who both had children and where the only people who actually still had jobs, instead of living the good life on their illegally amassed capital. I felt a pang of bitterness and hatred - this money was amassed by me, and by making me the fall guy for some really heavy criminal stuff - to the word I had committed suicide after loosing my company more than 900 million on the stock-market. In reality the 900 million was safely tucked away abroad, controlled by the very people who had been celebrating tonight.

My chain of thought was interrupted by sound from the dining room, female voices giggling. The floodlights lit up, illuminating the kitchen, and Ulrika entered, followed by my younger sister Carina and Johns wife Mona.

They totally ignored me at first, Ulrika finishing a sentence, the others giggling, and walking past me, fetching something from a cooler, probably another bottle of wine. Ulrika and Mona left, but Carina was still behind me, doing something. I dared not move fearing to provoke something - not that Carina had been all that bad so, far. She had obviously been among the conspirators, and had not in any way tried to help me, but she had never actively tormented me. I heard her breathing and small sounds as she walked about behind me.

"Piggy! Come here" she said. Her voice was slightly slurred, she obviously was drunk.

"Yes mistress!" I curtsied, turned, minced up to her, curtsied again. "How might Piglet serve mistress?" I carefully kept my eyes lowered, as I would do my utmost to keep from getting any more demerits, at least while Marie was upset. And meeting the eyes of a superior was at least one demerit. Carina laughed, flicking the small bell dangling from my right nipple, making a metallic, ringing, sound.

"You REALLY look incredible Jerry. If I didn't know it, I wouldn't know it was you at all. And once we get that pencil dick of yours cut off, no one will believe that you ever was some sort of male animal."

I felt my breath stop - this was my main remaining fear, that my last strand to who I had been would be cut, and I would be equipped with a fake cunt instead. I knew that it was technically possible, as Ulrika had lectured me on just how easy it would be, once she grew tired of my genitalia.

"Oh, don't worry, it won't be done tomorrow." Carina laughed, weighting my right breast in her cupped hand, squeezing it and pulling it upward.

"Leo sure would like it, he would like to have you as his private sex-toy and would like another orifice to fuck - and Marie, she would really like to sell you off to some bordello in the far east as white meat for whipping and torture, but all others voted against, or at least to hold off a while. And don't worry about being sold off to some hellhole in Taiwan or Bangkok - you know to much about us. Once we tire of this, you will be put down by us. You will be ground up to dog food and fed to Ulrikas dogs, you will!" She laughed, giggling.

"I have been meaning to ask you something, Jerry. Are you happy? Do you hate us terribly for doing all this things to you? You may speak freely, I won't tell Ulrika or anyone."

I hesitated, my heart suddenly pounding hard - it probably was the first time this year someone had spoken to me with something that sounded like compassion or sympathy: I trembled, my heart racing - what should I do? I should smile, curtsey, and tell her that I was quite happy being used a beast of burden, being beaten, starved and abused without any regard for my feelings, that the living hell I was in was really quite funny. Despite knowing that this was the only safe route, I heard myself sob loudly.

"Uh...please help me Carina, god... sob, sob..." I said, tears brimming from my eyes. Carina released my breast, and gripped my chin, forcing me to look up. She looked a bit concerned.

"What are you saying? Are you... unhappy? Jerry?"

"Oh, God, I am IN HELL - please, oh please..... help me get away, I'll do anything, please.." I sobbed.

"And you hate us for putting you in hell?"

"Well, uh well, uh.... I suppose... please help me." I felt myself hoping, against all reason really, that Carina would help me.

"Well, now - what did I say to imply I was going to help you? And you really must get more training in how you are to speak to your superiors. I'll have to tell Ulrika that you still haven't grasped the most basic stuff."

I felt all hope leave me, replaced by horror.

"But, but.." I said, sobbing.

"Shut the fuck up! What where you saying? But you promised not to tell Ulrika anything? I lied, fuck-face! Like it is some of crime to lie to a maggot like you" she giggled "I just wanted to know that you hadn't developed some masochistic streak, and begun enjoying your life. Now, if you don't want me to tell Ulrika that you looked me in the eye, spoke about yourself in the first person, failed to address me as a superior being, failed to smile, failed to do a lot of stuff - and tried to enlist me to help you escape from your place in life. I would suggest you start begging me for mercy right about now - Piggy!"

Oh god - NO. I felt my knees go weak.

"Oh please forgive Piglet, mistress, please, please mistress" I said, still sobbing, trying to get my lips and face back in the familiar open-mouthed air-head smile. Carina released my chin, and I immediately lowered my head again. I heard her pull up a chair, and sit down.

"Stupid, stupid Piglet - doesn't piglet know that there NEVER will be any kindness or mercy for poor, poor stupid Piglet. Never ever ever!" She laughed a low, throaty laugh. "Piglet's owner will of course be told everything, in detail, and there is the cam if I should forget to tell. No doubt this will put Piglet way over the fifty demerits needed to receive a full day in the punishment room next Friday, a full day of screaming, crawling and begging for mercy, which of course no one will grant Piglet. Doesn't stupid Piglet know that that is Piglets lot in life, to scream herself hoarse, while Piglets superiors laugh at stupid, dumb Piglets pain."

I swallowed, trying to keep from sobbing out loud. Her words horrified me, at the same time I felt a flush of deep resentment and humiliation sweep trough me.

"God, just thinking about it makes me mopping wet! Come here, Piggy - I have use for your slut-tongue. Ulrika has been telling me how much better you have become with your mouth. I guess with enough practice even a moron can learn some small skills! "

I chanced a glance at her, and saw to my amazement that my demure little-sister sat with her legs wide open, skirt hitched over her hips, red silk panties on the marble floor, her fingers stroking the fluffy pussy between her thighs.

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress" I curtsied and minced my way over to her.

I was able to get down on hands and knees, and then I plunged my tongue into her slopping wetness, tasting my sister's pussy for the first time ever. She moaned, and gripped my hair, indicating where I lick and suck, all the time talking to me as if I was a total moron or a small child.

"OH GOD YES - Piglet is real good with her tongue yes, she is - OH OH OH OH OH Piglet should be renamed Tongue or Pussypussy next week. But then next week will be real busy for Piglet. AAAAAAAAAAAAA YYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS... Piglet will become a world famous star next week, te-he. And a movie star too."

I only listened with half my mind, desire and lust pumping in me, pain from the encased penis battling with my pent up sexuality - I hadn't been allowed to achieve orgasm for over eight months. This, combined with the fact that I was being subjected to a numbered of drugs, some which enhanced my male sex-drive considerably made this task pure torture. But I still listened up when she talked about next week - I never was told anything in advance, if they didn't think to make me suffer more by making me dread what was to come.

This had been the case when I was sent away for six weeks, and my body was transformed into its present shape. Carina came violently, screaming at the top of her lungs, painfully jerking my head this way and that. I was not told to stop, so I kept up my work with my lips and tongue. She settled down.

"That was great - if one could have Piglets lips and tongue in a jar, without the rest of stupid Piglet, I would marry it, hi hi. Yes, next week Piglet will star in a little movie we call "Torture of the slave" we will sell over the Internet. OH OOOOOOOh... Yes ... and then Piglet will become a real celebrity - poor Piglet will be put on a live camera site, where superiors from all around the planet can view and torment poor Piglet all hours, isn't it simply divine? This way Piglet needn't feel bad about all the hours that he can't be of service to us - instead of sleeping, he will be at the mercy of strangers, who no doubt be very, very cruel to poor, poor, stupid Piglet."

I flicked the studs on the tip of my tongue lightly around her erect clitoris, my face soppy wet from her juices as my min raced, fear gripping my soul. Could they be that cruel? Of course, was the only answer - when I tried to comfort myself with that it really couldn't get any worse, they quickly proved me wrong by yet another sadistic twist. Carina again screamed in orgasm, and then pushed me away.

"Enough! Position!" she snapped.

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress thank you" I slurred, my mouth and face slick and shiny like a glaced doughnut. Somehow I was able to get to my feet. Since she had ordered "position", I minced over to the far corner of the kitchen, between a fridge and a large cupboard. I placed myself into the corner, my nose pointing straight into the corner my nipples touching slightly. Then I opened my legs, spreading them as far as I was able, and pushed my ass backwards and upwards as far as I was able. Finally I crossed my hands behind the small of my back, staring into the wallpaper.

Behind me I heard my sister leave, not deigning to speak to me again. I began to cry, silently not daring to make any sounds in case anyone would enter the room.


Tuesday 30

My face was sticky with died cum, pussy juices, snot, blood and tears, as I drifted somewhere between being unconscious and awake. Late yesterday, no doubt egged on by Marie, Ulrika had suddenly, out of the blue, decided that I would be punished for my almost 50 demerits then and there. Now it was around four in the morning, and in the large house all where sleeping soundly I had no doubt - no one was at all bothered at all by their evil deeds towards me. I, on the other hand was, was almost unconscious from my torments of the day.

I was naked, except for my collar and the cock-harness, in fact I am not sure if they are removable without resorting to surgery. I was kneeling, my legs folded under me in the center of the small windowless cell that was my home. The floor was made up of fist-sized, sharply edged crushed gravel cutting into my lover legs. A very sharp floodlight hanging from the ceiling illuminated every inch of the cell in a hellish white-blue glare, and a surveillance camera above opening that was the entrance monitored my slightest move. It was bitterly cold, and on occasion snowflakes would drift in from the outside. The cell was one of the three rooms in the large doghouse in the compound outside the main building. The other two rooms where used by the two gigantic dogs Killer and Bruto. Needless to say those other rooms where much more luxurious than mine, and where equipped with electric heating as well as running water, soft covers on the floor and a self-closing flap that closed the doors, providing the cursed dogs all the warmth and creature comforts they could wish for.

I sobbed, wincing from the pain in my ribs. Had they been cracked? Someone, probably Marie, had kicked me multiple times during the end of the punishment session, when I was unconscious most of the time. I drifted off for a while, somehow staying upright, on my knees. No one had given me permission to lay down.

Suddenly I heard a soft padding sound outside. I stiffened, trying to clear my head. One of the dogs, probably Bruto was up. Each morning at about five he usually felt the call of nature, and I fully realized that it really wasn't the poor animals fault that he behaved the way he did. It was the sadistic monsters that held me captive I should hate. But knowing a thing was one thing, and I felt deep hatred towards the cursed dogs, fully as much as I felt it towards my human masters.

A black four-legged shadow appeared in the opening and with loud snort and a low growl the gigantic Doberman entered. I immediately bent sharply forward, face down in the gravel and ass high, and said, loudly for the benefit of the surveillance equipment:

"How may Piglet serve master Bruto?" in a hoarse, squealing, croaking voice.

My screaming the previous night had left my vocal cords in this state, I probably would be punished for that too, I realized bitterly. "Failure to speak with a suitable sissy-bitch voice!"

The dog ignored me at first. I wasn't certain if they had smeared my behind with the "bitch in heat" hormone ointment that was a sure way to ensure that I would be gang-raped by both dogs. The fact that I had been left alone until now made it likely that this wasn't the case.

The dog sniffed the air, and padded his way across the room. He sniffed my sore butt, and I brazed myself. The large animal snorted and suddenly I felt his weight as his front paws landed on my back, scratching it. Without any further warning he shoved his extremely large cock against my stretched out sphincter. OH NO - my mind went blank, and as the tip of the animal's penis slowly forced itself inside me, I was unable to contain a gurgling scream from the tearing pain. I was immediately horrified - if anyone scanned the video from the video cam that probably would count as outright disobedience!!

To try to make up for this faux-pas I immediately began moaning and jiggling my as if I really enjoyed getting ass-fucked by the gigantic Doberman.

"OOOH YEEESS MASTER PLEASE FUCK ME HAAAAARDER MASTER!" I croaked, trying to get my voice to sound as if I was really enjoying myself. Bruto groveled and began fucking me in earnest, each powerful push actually moving me forward in the gravel. I was crying from the intense pain and humiliation, but I kept my face hidden from the cam and kept up the moans and twitching -like a bitch in heat. Suddenly my head made contact with something. I glanced up and to my horror the front leg of the other large dog - Killer. I knew what he wanted, and twisted my head up, arching my poor back remembering to grin like a maniac for the cameras. The large dog grunted, it's front paws landing on my back, it's erect, red and swollen cock hitting the back of my wide-open mouth, and as he began thrusting, it went down my throat, shutting off my air supply each time he pushed forward! I tried to draw air each time he pulled back, but with the pounding my poor ass was getting I felt like a beef patty, the two powerful animals really pounding me between them. Bruto gave off a low growling sound, his already large cock swelled even more as he pumped his load inside me. I screamed - or rather tried to, the sound was muffled by Killers penis - as he withdrew his gigantic organ, it felt as if he took half of my rear end out with him. Bruto showed deep down my throat one final time and pumped what seemed to be half a gallon of his slimy dog cum inside my mouth and down the throat. I gagged and coughed, drawing a sputtering breath just in time before I would have passed out, loads of cum entering my lungs. I licked at the red dog dick, swallowing everything I could, coughing wildly.

"Thank uhhh--- masters for fucking Piglet, ooh thank you I feel soo horny.." I blubbered.

The dogs growled some at each other, padded around my cell. Bluto snorted, and half-sat in the corner. He grunted and slowly a massive piece of dog shit extended from his rear end. Killer snorted, licked his ass, and padded away to his warm comfortable cell. Bluto did his buesniess then left my cell.

I waited a few minutes, as long as I dared. Then I sat up again, returning to my kneeling position.