Heidi,
miserable, filthy and bored to tears, crawled silently around her tiny prison,
afraid to wake Bow before their breakfast arrived. It was her third morning of
captivity and so early that the sun hadn’t quite risen. Thankfully, the
temperature hadn’t dropped too low during the night, for she was completely
naked, bar her leather bonds. The straps that held her legs in the folded
position had initially been painful, but after two and a half days, she had
learnt to tolerate them.
Leather
mitts chained around her wrists, imprisoned her hands and enforced the animal
status that her captors were determined to impress upon her. The ‘all fours’
position was extremely lewd, for as she moved around, she couldn’t hide her
bulging sex at the rear, or her hanging tits beneath her body.
She
was wearing a four-point control (FPC) system that was designed to punish her
if she spoke, or if she displeased her masters and mistress.
The
tight metal collar and matching wrist cuffs felt like permanent fixtures, after
being locked in place with an alan key. The fourth
point was a thick ring fitted in her labia. Her step-father’s quack doctor and
his assistant had brutally pierced her labia majora, deeply, across both lips.
They then fitted a heavy ring that contained a sensor, capable of sending
signals to the shock collar.
If
her wrist cuffs went near the clit ring, her collar would punish her and the
same went for a Puppy-boy’s cock ring. It was designed to stop her from
masturbating, and other Pogs from using her without
permission from one of the managers. The collar was capable of delivering a
powerful stabbing sensation to both sides of her neck – something she wanted to
avoid at all costs.
She
could feel the invasive ring swaying, as she stood at the wire meshing, along
with the pair of chunky nipple rings deeply seated in her areolas. She was
horrified at having her body modified against her wishes, but the rings were
minor alterations compared with what awaited her, if they put her in the
dreaded ‘Puppy-girl program’.
She
had already observed shorter hind legs and remodelled labia, on some of the
Puppies, along with frighteningly realistic, animal facial features and paws.
Her step-parents were supposed to be running a pig farm, but had branched out
into the human pet market.
Half
of the farm belonged to Heidi, but she didn’t have control of it until she was
21, some twenty-two months in the future. She was in a desperate situation and
unable to influence events, while her speech was restricted to a few animal
sounds, including barking and whining. She had a plan of sorts, but she needed
her speech back to put it into action.
Since
Phila had brought her to the mini-prison on Friday night, she hadn’t been
allowed outside for one minute. Instead of her step-brother, one of the other
male farmhands had brought her food and emptied the waste bucket; but he had
avoided telling her why they hadn’t allowed her out, or when she might be
released from her leather bonds.
Bow
was led away each morning, presumably to work; and then returned in the
evening, leaving her alone for about 10 hours. Three nights had passed, during
which time the Puppy-boy fucked her on numerous occasions. He had an insatiable
appetite for sex and even woke her during the night to mount her from behind on
the mattress.
During
the two and a half days, she had gotten to know Bow’s ways and needs, his
gestures and what he meant when he barked in a certain way. If she complained,
he thumped her painfully with his paw, in the side, or around the head.
He
liked long slow sessions of fellatio, possibly because her throat felt tighter
than her other orifices. He was also careful not to ejaculate in her quim, so
he visited it first and then ended up in one of her other holes. She guessed it
was because she was in such a filthy state and he wanted to avoid having to
clean his cum from her leaking pussy.
She
could see activity on the other side of the compound, which was divided into
two by a gravel road running through the centre. Even from 200 meters away, she
could smell the distinctive smell of coffee and barbequed meat wafting across
the open space from the kitchen cabin. Her stomach groaned, because she hadn’t
had any descent food since she arrived three days earlier.
The
small kitchen shack stood between two longer sheds that housed the indoor
canteen and workhouse. An open marquee had been set up in front of the kitchen
for open air dining when the weather was good.
Saturday
had been an appalling day. It was raining when she woke and was still pouring
when a bedraggled Bow was brought back to their hut in the evening. The hut
leaked, so although their floor was raised and avoided being flooded, the
wooden floor and plastic covered mattress were soaked. One corner of the
bedroom was dry, so she slept on the floor for one night.
Some
of the other occupants of huts in the southern end of the compound weren’t so
lucky and had to be moved to other non-flooded huts. There was activity in the
flooded area, but most of the staff were taken elsewhere, presumably to sort
out the rest of the farm.
Sunday
was a complete contrast and by the middle of a hot sunny afternoon the compound
was back to normal. The wooden floor had become muddy, from the dust and rain
combining, along with Bow bringing mud on his paws every time he returned
Her
shoulder-length blonde hair was a total mess and her white body had become a
light shade of mud brown. The hut next door was occupied by another white girl,
Taylor, who was taken on Saturday morning for her medical. Having experienced
the dreadful process, she felt for the youngster and wasn’t surprised to see
her distress, when her step-brother, Thebe, brought her back a couple of hours
later.
She
and Taylor were in exactly the same situation and often stared at each other
through the metal meshing, across the space between the huts. It was an awful
feeling being cruelly confined in a cage that was only fit for zoo, or farm
animals. She felt they were trying to strip her of her humanity as a lead up to
putting her in the ‘Puppy-girl program’.
Heidi
was just wondering what the time was, when she spotted a lad pulling a flatbed
trolley loaded with buckets, some empty and others full of food and water. He
started at the first hut near the north gate and slowly worked his way down to
hut 22, where Heidi waited, tummy rumbling and desperate for any information
the lad might divulge.
It
was Zack, the same black lad, who had fed them on the three previous mornings;
and she didn’t doubt that he would want another blow job before he moved on to
the next hut. He had beaten her on the first two mornings with a riding crop,
telling her that she should be excited and pleased to see him.
“Who’s
my favourite bitch?” he asked, as he searched for a key among a huge bunch,
attached to a leather string, hanging around his neck.
“Ruff!
Ruff” she exclaimed with some vigour.
Heidi
had been sitting in the corner by the food dishes, well away from the bucket
that contained their waste. She climbed to her paws and tried to look pleased
to see the young man. Once she had performed for him and lavished her
attentions on his impressive black cock he had rewarded her with a piece of
chocolate.
She
was desperate for company other than Bow, whose sole aim in life was to jump
her bones until he couldn’t get it up any more. To make matters worse he began
moving about on the mattress in the bedroom area.
Zack
found the key and stepped inside the hut. He hunkered down in the middle of the
boarded area, so she could trot right up to him. “There’s a good bitch, let me
take a good look at you.”
The
slim young man was as much a prisoner as she was, albeit with a lot more
privileges and farm-based freedoms. He wore a similar collar and cuffs to hers
and a cock ring, fastened at the base of his shaft. He couldn’t fuck her quim,
or anus, for they would both get sharp jolts from their collars; but he could
spear her throat without being punished.
On
command, a click of his fingers, she sat on her heels with her knees well
spread, so he had a good view of her muddy mons and gaping pussy. He seemed
pleased by her animal behaviour.
“Who’s
a filthy little bitch?” He asked, while pushing her bedraggled locks away from
her eyes. “There’s a pretty face in there somewhere. If you’re a good girl,
I’ll give you some chocolate and a wash later.”
That
perked her up. “Ruff, ruff,” she barked excitedly.
“Rrrrrrr,” she moaned, when he dropped his hands and started
to fondle her breasts and tweak her sore nipples.
He
seemed obsessed with her firm orbs and deliberately mistook her groans for
sighs of pleasure. “I thought the sound of a wash might please you. First
though, you can please me.”
He
shifted position so he was kneeling, then pushed his shorts down to release his
impressive, shiny black cock. Bow trotted through from the bedroom sporting his
usual early morning boner. “Ruff!”
“Did
we wake you boy?” Heidi hated the way the farm staff adored the Puppy-boys and
treated the bitches like shit. “On all fours bitch and show him your wet spot.”
It
was a shameful way to behave, but the tactic of putting a puppy boy in charge
of her, had forced her to behave like a submissive bitch when they were
together in the hut. Some of the initial shock had worn off during the three
days. She kind of accepted him as her master and that she had to put up with
the constant animalistic sex.
She
turned her head to begin licking Zack’s veined shaft and hard balls, while
dipping her back and widening her stance. Bow mounted her and began prodding
his crown against her perineum clumsily. She had to wiggle her ass before he
found her wet entrance, above her grubby folds.
“Urrrrr,” she growled as he thrust his hips and drove his
10” cock home.
It
felt more like a lump of mahogany than a length of flesh and muscle; and he
used it like a weapon too! A pat on the head suggested Zack was pleased with
her thoroughness and attention to detail. Up and down she went, before moving
on to lollypop his helmet. He held her head, but she started to devour him of
her own volition.
Her
body flowed like a smooth machine. Bow slammed into her hindquarters, helping
her to rock back and forth on Zack’s dick, which stretched her throat with each
deep lunge. The Puppy-boy changed holes midway through the fuck, which didn’t
diminish the teenager’s eventual shuddering climax.
“Concentrate,
bitch,” Zack admonished her, as she slowed to enjoy her orgasm.
He
took over and started to piston her head rapidly until he too arrived at the
zenith and pumped copious amounts of jiz into her oesophagus.
“Gotta say, bitch, you’re the best.” He patted her head,
pulled his shorts up and moved away to change the waste bucket.
However,
her ordeal wasn’t over, for Bow sat waiting patiently for her to reenergize
him, by performing her second oral task in the space of ten minutes.
The
life she was expecting to lead when she returned home from the academy was now
beyond her reach. Instead, she had been downgraded to an animal, whose sole
purpose in life was to rut for her masters, morning, noon and night!