7: Becoming Bitch
The next few weeks for fuckbunny consisted of more of the same: being awakened
covered in dried semen and her own juices after too little sleep either in her cage or
chained to the floor; serving her Master his meal and cleaning the apartment; then a
long, arduous day in a variety of classes. Fuckbunny had been singled out for a custom
regimen, at the request of her still-unknown Owner, so she was put on an accelerated
schedule. Already she was in a group that had only a few weeks before auction; soon
she would be placed with returning slaves who were being given advanced training in
specialty skills. All the while, her peers who had arrived with her on the cuntmobile
were barely out of the newbie kennels. For the slave known as fuckbunny, though, life
was becoming fairly routine. That was all to change, beginning today.
Last night, Master had taken another slave to his bed and satiated himself with her.
Fuckbunny, chained to the floor, was simply forced to watch as a new girl showed her
how to please a man. Fuckbunny felt ashamed that she'd still not been able to take her
Master's cock all the way down her throat; this new slut managed the feat with
seemingly effortless skill. The pathetic girl on the floor watched while her Master even
kept his cock planted there for well over five minutes while the other slave slowly
breathed through her nostrils without any apparent distress. Oh, how she wanted to
learn how to overcome her own gag reflex! Her Master - and any man who desired to
use her, for that matter - deserved nothing less!
What fuckbunny didn't understand was that the new girl was going to be her
replacement, and she would be sent to a new Master this very day. There was a strict
policy that no Trainer would keep the same slave for over a month. Experience had
shown that longer periods often caused true relationships - loving relationships - to
form, and like the prisons of old, such emotional intimacy was contrary to the mission.
The slaves were nothing more than property, and the mission was to dehumanize, train
and condition them for their new lives. The fact that Fuckbunny actually stayed with
one Master for an entire month was quite unusual; the norm was ten days, but many
were only three or four. When a Master kept a slave for even two weeks, it was cause
for raised eyebrows. Of course, fuckbunny knew none of this. At this point, all she
knew was that Master was busy boffing some other lucky bitch.
It wasn't until after her morning classes that she found out. Rather than taking her out
to work with the rest of the girls, fuckbunny was told to remain in the classroom. She
knelt there on the hard tile floor, knees spread wide with her hands clasped behind her
head, waiting anxiously. She had no idea what she'd done to warrant special
treatment, and was completely baffled as to why she had been left alone in the room.
As she mentally reviewed her actions of that morning, the sound of the door opening
and then closing snapped her out of her reverie. Instinctively, she lowered her eyes to
the floor, remaining motionless while the unseen entrant slowly walked around her,
inspecting her nude form. Finally he - it was a he, she could see from the shoes -
stopped directly in front of her, his feet actually between her outstretched thighs.
"Look at me, cunt!" he commanded. Fuckbunny noticed the voice was higher-pitched
than her Master's deep, gravelly tones. She lifted her eyes and saw a short, wiry, dark
skinned man of African descent standing before her. Her eyes immediately focused on
his; he had a cruel look, she thought. She was shocked at the next command out of his
mouth.
"Cum!" he ordered. Fuckbunny looked up at him confused, causing him to repeat the
command. "I told you to cum, bitch. Get those fingers to work on that slimy hole of
yours and show me how a stupid slave cunt like you cums!" He accentuated the
command with an open-hand blow to the side of her head, as if to knock the order into
her brain.
"Master, this slave's Master does not permit..." she started to say, stopping when he
grasped her jaw in his hand and squeezed her face painfully.
"I am your Master now, cunt. I don't care what your last Master said. You obey me
now!"
Still confused at this sudden change of events, fuckbunny hesitated only a fraction of a
second before unclasping the hands locked behind her head and getting busy. With
two fingers of her left hand shoved in her hole, she used her right hand to quickly flick
her already erect clitoris. She assumed this new Master wanted her to waste no time,
and simply wanted to see how she reacted when she came. She was partially right.
Mostly, he wanted to humiliate her. He'd read about her upbringing, and knew the was
a true white bread, upper class bitch who never would have associated with a black
man - except, perhaps, if he was a sky cap or bell hop. Now she was forced to kneel at
one's feet and bring herself to orgasm.
Although fuckbunny knew literally hundreds of people had seen her naked, maybe
thousands having viewed the video of her losing her cherry to the bicycle seat, being
forced to display herself so wantonly before this stranger...she couldn't describe the
feelings that were going through her, but she'd never been more humiliated in her life,
never felt more like an object, a thing for this man's amusement. Her face turned red
as she felt her orgasm approach, not wanting to bring herself to what she so urgently
needed, but knowing that it would happen regardless. She knew what she was
expected to do, and opened her mouth widely in expectation of the loud scream of
pleasure to erupt from her throat.
As soon as fuckbunny's mouth opened, though, her new Master quickly and forcefully
shoved his rock-hard dick into it, as hard as he could. He was skinnier than her former
Master, but quite a bit longer, and hit the entrance to her throat before he was halfway
in. Still not able to take a cock down her throat, fuckbunny instinctively panicked. She
began gagging and pulled her hands away from her sopping wet crotch just as her
orgasm began. Even with her Master holding her firmly by the back of the head and
forcing her to swallow his cock, fuckbunny couldn't stop the explosion that was
occurring in her groin. Overcome by the combination of her orgasm and the inability to
breathe, she did the unthinkable. She bit down. Her Master responded with a scream,
shoving her away forcefully and causing her head to bounce off the back wall.
"You bitch! You bit me!" he screamed. "Oh, fuck!" he bellowed, taking his now-
shrinking cock in his hands and seeing the deep tooth marks. He should have been
thankful that she hadn't broken skin - or even bitten it off - but all he felt at that point
was pain and anger. He responded with a harsh kick to the now-supine slave's soft
belly, causing her to roll into a fetal position and vomit. All he wanted to do was kill the
bitch, and he would have if it weren't for the constantly-monitored surveillance cameras.
Just as he cocked his booted foot back for shot to the helpless girl's face, four of the
security staff rushed in and managed to restrain him. While two escorted him from the
room, the other two quickly placed fuckbunny in restraints. With one grabbing the cuffs
behind her back and the other the spreader bar between her ankles, fuckbunny was
carried out of the classroom. Her own body weight caused her shoulders to be pulled
painfully rearward, and every step and jostle caused excruciating pain to course
through her body.
Once outside, she was dumped unceremoniously onto her back, the spreader bar
quickly attached to a conveniently-placed restraining ring embedded in a block of
concrete. A chain was threaded through her nose ring and fastened to poles on either
side of her head, leaving her virtually immobile. With her hands still cuffed in the small
of her back, her shoulders ached. She let out a small moan of agony; one of the
guards responded by forcing her mouth open while his partner inserted a dental gag
between her teeth, clamping it wide open.
"You'll be taught not to bite a man's cock," he sneered. "I hope they yank your teeth
out. There's nothing in the world like a knob job from a toothless bitch," he commented.
Fuckbunny remained bound there in the hot sun for well over two hours, until the on-
duty physician was finished treating her victim. The doctor arrived with two orderlies in
tow, gave her a quick examination, and declared there was no major injury.
"Abdominal bruising, no indication of internal injury. Possible shoulder strain, but no
dislocation. Esophagus appears intact but inflamed. No medical restrictions indicated,"
he commented into his digital recorder. Then, turning to the guards, he asked, "Where
is she going next?"
"Kennels," one answered. "Bitch duty."
"I don't think that would be a problem. Doesn't appear anything is broken, and maybe a
few weeks there would teach her some manners. She's lucky there was no serious
damage to her Trainer."
"Yeah," the first guard answered knowingly. "If there had been, she'd be wishing she
could pull something as easy as bitch duty. I'm still surprised she's keeping her teeth,"
he commented offhandedly.
"Yeah, same here, but this one is a special case," the doctor replied.
"Figures," he said, shaking his head. "Prime looking piece like that...hell, too bad she's
not going to be a house slut. I wouldn't mind shoving it in her, teeth or no teeth." He
leaned over and snapped his short leather leash to fuckbunny's nose ring. "Heel,
bitch!" he commanded. "Time to go meet your new Masters."
The two guards took of a near-trot, the slave girl pathetically unable to keep up the
pace on her hands and knees. Even when she faltered, they barely slowed, stopping
only momentarily when it seemed further pressure on the leash would rip the grommet
from her septum. They took the long way, too, making sure to follow the gravel paths
for no other reason than to inflict pain. Twice when fuckbunny fell, they simply grabbed
her by the collar and dragged her across the rocks. Whatever damage they might be
doing was immaterial to them; security staff here were not selected for their
compassion.
Upon arriving at the kennels, the guards pulled the roster indicating which dog would be
fuckbunny's new Master.
"Prince," one read out loud. "I almost feel sorry for the cunt."
"Fuck that, man," the second guard replied. "The bitch is getting off easy. I still think
they still ought to yank her teeth," he said, directing a kick to the panting, prone girl on
the floor. "Get up, you useless cunt!" he yelled. "Time to go meet your new Master!"
While fuckbunny struggled to her knees, she was yanked across the floor by her collar
once more, past a locked door to the dog runs. The noise of forty barking dogs
immediately assaulted her ears; they knew fresh fuckmeat was arriving, and all wanted
it for themselves. As fuckbunny was dragged down the aisle between the two rows of
runs, she saw that a few of the cages contained, in addition to one or two dogs, a
cowering, naked female. The entourage stopped momentarily while a kennel cage was
unlocked.
"Your name is ‘bitch sixteen,' but mostly you'll be called ‘Prince's bitch.' Bitch sixteen
because that's the number of this run. Prince's bitch, because that's what you are now.
Meet your new Master, Prince," the taller of the two told her. "I'd advise you do give
Prince whatever he wants; he's been known to get rather rough with disobedient girls."
The slave was unable to acknowledge with more than a guttural noise due to her mouth
still being painfully spread open by the gag. She looked up and saw Prince examining
her through the cage door. He was the hugest dog she'd ever seen. Some sort of mix,
perhaps German Shepherd and Mastiff, well over 100 pounds. As soon as Prince
realized the kneeling girl was staring at him, he bared his teeth and let loose a low,
threatening growl. The girl immediately lowered her eyes, causing Prince's tail to wag.
A trained slut, he knew. It had been so long for him...weeks, since those two bitches
out in the yard.
Prince stepped back and allowed the door to be opened so his new bitch could crawl in.
He preferred these hairless bitches to the ones who looked more like him; he enjoyed
not having a tail in the way, but even more, he thrived on the fear in their eyes. He saw
that something was holding the new bitch's mouth open. Well, that meant she couldn't
close her lips around him after mating, but then again, it would be easier to mark her as
his. The hairless bitches never liked being marked, particularly when he marked their
mouths. This one wouldn't have a choice, though. That would be the first order of
business, he decided, marking it as his property.
Prince slowly padded around the naked girl, growling every time she moved, using his
nose to push her legs further apart. He looked at her trembling body with satisfaction,
knowing how much enjoyment it would be to completely break her. Finally, he walked
around in front of her and lapped at her face, shoving his elongated tongue into the
stretched opening of her mouth. The bitch started to wretch; the thought of a dog giving
her a French kiss was too much to take. Prince had other ideas, though, and simply
slapped her head with his front paw before continuing his oral assault. He eventually
managed to stick the tip of his snout in between her widely stretched lips, digging his
tongue back into her throat. He was satisfied that she simply held position, not even
gagging a bit.
Now that he'd established his place in the hierarchy, it was time to mark his property.
Before his bitch could react, Prince stepped back as if to walk away from her, then lifted
his hind leg and shot a stream of hot urine directly into her face. The bitch turned her
head, but it didn't matter whether any got in her mouth or not. No other dog would dare
touch what he had claimed as his.
Prince's bitch wasn't thinking any of these things. She was simply trembling in fear, on
all fours in her new Master's house, afraid that any movement on her part might cause
a violent reaction by this huge dog. When he pissed on her, all she was able to do was
close her eyes and turn her head a bit, but even that didn't lessen the degradation she
felt. She knew what the dog was doing; she knew he was marking his territory. When
she finally opened her eyes after the spray of urine stopped, all she could see was the
dog's penis jutting out from his hairy belly. She knew it wouldn't be long before it was
inside her. It wasn't as large as any of the Trainers she'd seen, but she had little doubt
having this dog fuck her would be the most painful such experience - physically and
emotionally - she'd had to this point. Almost without thought, she stared at it, cataloging
its appearance in her mind. Rather pale colored, but with bright red veins running
through it, a somewhat small ball sac pulled tightly towards his belly at the base. But
what scared her was the business end of the dog's rod, sticking out like an angry red
spear, so terrifyingly ugly, like an oversized finger with the skin ripped off. She had all
these thoughts run through her mind almost simultaneously, terrified, unable to move.
Prince also had thoughts running through his mind, albeit much more primitive. He
could smell the new bitch's scent, recognized her fear, but knew her body was getting
ready to receive her. He thought briefly about her mouth, but remembered other girls
having similar devices holding them opened, and how unsatisfying it made that hole.
No, he was going for that other wet hole, he decided.
So it was that Prince looked his bitch in the eyes for a moment, snarling silently by
rolling his lips back and displaying his sharp teeth in warning. He waited until she
lowered her eyes submissively - the bitch had to learn not to look him in the eyes,
something dogs recognized as a threat or challenge - and then strutted around to take
his position behind her. Without preamble, Prince simply shoved his wet nose between
the bitch's even wetter thighs, sliding his long, rough tongue between the soft, bare
folds of her sex. He sensed his bitch's muscles tensing, forcing her to reposition her
knees farther apart by shoving the inside of her thighs with his snout. Satisfied with the
new position, he began attacking her swollen sex with gusto. Prince always enjoyed
the taste of a sweaty, well-used bitch, particularly when they started pushing back
towards his tongue. It didn't take this one long before it was thrusting it's ass high into
the air, giving Prince easier access. He knew it was time.
Prince's cock was throbbing almost painfully as he backed away from his bitch. He'd
done this so many times before, and always looked forward to the first time with a new
one. He knew he had to wait for a minute or so; these hairless bitches were too fragile.
That was his only complaint about them. He looked at the bitch, watching her entire
body quake, viewing the wetness as her cunt responded instinctively to his earlier
ministration. He could see the entrance to her wet hole spasming, as though sucking at
the air for something to fill it. Well, he'd take care of that in short order. It was time.
With another demanding growl of warning, Prince sidled up behind his new bitch,
placing his front paws high up on its back for support as he brought his rear paws
between her knees. His pulsating dick, bouncing like a springboard, poked between
her ass cheeks, searching for its reward. In this regard, the bitch helped, wiggling her
ass in an attempt to assist Prince in finding his target. Then, suddenly, he was there.
With a single powerful thrust, he imbedded his dick fully inside the bitch; she responded
with a very unhuman-like howl. Whether it was of pain or lust, Prince didn't care; he
simply began jack-hammering his bitch in the only way he knew how, hard and fast. He
battered his bitch's cunt, bruising it badly with his forceful thrusts, but he neither knew
nor cared. He just kept at it while his knot swelled up inside her gaping hole, then with
a final shove, felt his semen blast into the bitch's body. Prince's entire world became a
collage of stars on a black field as his cock spewed, his claws dragging across the
hairless bitch's back, leaving long, bloody trails. Finally spent, he propped himself up
for a moment before finally rotating around so he and his bitch were ass-to-ass.
Lowering himself to floor, he pulled her painfully down with him, his captive knot serving
as a sort of leash itself. Sated, Prince curled up peacefully to rest, waiting the requisite
time for his hard cock to relax. He heard his bitch sob quietly as she lay there, unable
to move, while Prince quickly dozed off.
When the dog awoke two hours later, he felt nearly refreshed. His cock had slipped out
of the bitch, who was still sleeping fitfully, little moans coming from her throat. Getting
up, Prince nudges her ass, prodding her thighs apart. He always liked the taste of a
just-fucked bitch, and decided it was time for an oral encore. His white, sticky semen
was drying on her thighs; he ignored that, going straight for the angrily swollen lips
guarding her sex. The bitch jumped in surprise when her Master's rough tongue began
attacking her painfully sore and inflamed hole, but once becoming aware of her
surroundings, she simply spread her thighs, resigned to her humiliating fate. Even as
sore and abused as she was, the slave found herself writhing in need as the dog
assaulted her, finally cumming with a loud squeal that brought one of the kennel staff to
the cage.
"That sounded like fun," she commented. Prince's bitch remotely identified the voice as
female, looking up to see a tall redhead dressed in a shiny black leather jump suit. The
slave blushed that the woman had seen her brought to orgasm by a dog. "Aw, how
cute!" she commented. "Prince, your bitch is embarrassed that you gave her pleasure!"
The dog looked up at the sound of his name, wagging his tail expectantly. He knew
what was coming next.
"Get over here, bitch," the Trainer said harshly. "It's time to let Prince have access to
your mouth. Understand this," she said as she unbuckled the dental gag, "Your mouth
is not to be used for speaking. You are a bitch, and bitches don't talk. If you need to
say something, you bark, growl or whimper. I wouldn't suggest growling around your
Master, though; he might take it the wrong way."
Prince's bitch responded with a nod, lowering her head and slowly stretching her jaws
to alleviate the cramping pain she felt in them.
"You should probably get a drink of water, bitch. I think Prince wants to use your mouth
for something," she laughed as she walked away, her heels clap-clapping on the
concrete walkway.
The slave looked over at Prince and saw him standing expectantly, wagging his tail,
dick poking out once again. He'd understood the word ‘water.' though, and used his
snout to push his bitch towards the galvanized steel bucket on the floor. He watched
patiently, growling only once when she attempted to use cupped hands to scoop water;
she was a bitch, and quickly realized what he wanted. Submissively, she lowered her
head into the bucket, tasting the dog drool floating on top as she lapped at the water
with her tongue.
Prince gave her a few seconds during which she barely quenched her thirst before he
pushed her away. Approaching from the front this time, he rested his paws on her
shoulders and wags his swollen, red dick in front of her face. The bitch knew what was
expected, and carefully lowered her mouth over it. Rather than a rapid face-fuck,
Prince wanted a leisurely suck, so with the slave attached to his groin, he lowered
himself to the ground, laying on his side and relaxing while she continued her work.
Sucking off a dog wasn't much different than doing it to a man, the slave realized. It
smells and tastes a bit different - she could still taste her own residue on it - and it was
a lot skinnier, but other than that, a cock was a cock. She didn't understand that she'd
just made another major step towards complete submission. She lay there on her side,
head resting on the inside of Prince's haunches, slowly bobbing her head up and down,
massaging her new Master with her tongue. She could feel him relax as she sucked
gently, listening to his breathing much as she'd done with her first Master. It seemed so
long ago that she'd served him, but it was only that very morning, she realized. So
much had happened since the last time he left her with cum running out of her holes,
just the night before last. She languished in the thought of serving a man again,
understanding that first she needed to serve her penance here in the kennels. Perhaps
it wouldn't be so bad, she mused; her Master, Prince, certainly knew how to make a girl
happy!
That was when she decided it was time to pay her Master back for giving her such a
wonderful cum. Tightening her lips around his cock, she increased the suction and
began licking her tongue around its sensitive head. Prince awakened, aware of what
was going on, but deciding to let the bitch to all the work this time. He'd been through
this before, and if a dog could smile, he was doing it right now. The bitch knew what
she was doing, he realized, and he quickly spurted another, smaller load of dog semen
down her throat. He then relaxed once more, falling asleep as the bitch gently cleaned
him, not waking up until he heard the kennel entry door slam, announcing it was dinner
time.
Dinner in the kennels was very much the same food as the kibble the slaves were fed,
only now there was more of it. Of course, each bowl fed not only a slave, but her
Master as well. Prince's bitch took her cue from the girl across the aisle, kneeling
patiently while Prince had his fill, eating the choicest, softest morsels and bits of real
meat, leaving behind nothing but the hard nuggets. Once Prince was done, he stepped
back and nudged his bitch to the bowl. She crawled forward and lowered her head,
simply eating without thought, neither noticing nor caring that Prince's saliva coated
most of the hard clumps. He left her very little, maybe a half cup, but it would have to
do. She carefully licked the inside of the bowl, making sure she'd completely eaten
every possible bit of the food. By the time she was done, Prince was curled up again,
sleeping soundly. While the bitch's belly - and her whole body, for that matter - ached,
she tried doing the same thing. Finding it impossible to get comfortable on the cold
concrete floor, she eventually snuggled up next to her Master, resting her head on his
warm belly. Prince awoke at her touch, opened one eye, and then returned to sleep,
satisfied that the bitch was now truly his.
Prince fucked his bitch twice more that night, once in her cunt and later in her ass,
finishing off both times with a nice suck. He didn't give his bitch any more satisfaction
that night, though; she needed to understand that she might be a different breed, but
his needs and desires came first.
The next ten days were more of the same, Prince fucking his bitch every few hours,
allowing her to share his food when he was full, watching her squat to pee or shit, and
pissing on her himself at least once a day. Her entire body was a mass of scrapes and
scratches by the time she was taken from the kennels, unbathed, smelling of the dog
cum that had dried in and on her body. After a harsh scrubbing with stiff brushes and a
disinfectant wash inside and out, the slave was taken back to her new Master - the one
whose cock she'd bit.
"I heard you had a fun time in the kennels, bitch," he spat. "Don't even think your
punishment is over, though. You're getting a new name: toilet."
Completely broken, the battered, scraped and sore girl simply sobbed, then fell silent
on the floor as blackness washed over her.
