Before
the Bancroft residents decided to subjugate me, I was unaware of any hostility
toward me from the other adults on the small estate. I had a difficult
relationship with my step-mother, Audrey, and her daughter, Olivia, but the
other four home owners were always pleasant and welcoming.
I was partially to blame for my 'blindness', for I led
a solitary life, either at school, or overdosing on social media. Unbeknownst
to me I was living among a group of people who belonged to a cult - the 'All
Life Society'. So much was going on around me that I hadn't noticed, and when I
did, it was too late.
The
small gated community, with its five large detached houses, was originally
built for important politicians, but when posterity kicked in, the houses were
sold to the general public. The estate was surrounded by a small forest and a
security fence, which was high enough to keep out anyone but the most
determined intruders.
There
were only five children in the close. Olivia and I lived at number 3, at the
end of the short road. Reverend Thomas Williams, who lived at number two, had
twin girls; and the Nakamuras, at number 5, had a
19-year-old son, Hisao. He was in Japan to further
his education.
Doctor
John Stevens, who was supervising my treatment, lived at number one with his
girlfriend, Tracy. They worked together at the Highbrow Medical Clinic, which
was in fact a private mental institute. Audrey's plan all along was to have me
sectioned and locked away in the private clinic.
However,
due to unexpected circumstances, she was outvoted by the cult. They decided
there was an alternative and when given the choice, I opted to become their pet
Puppy-girl for the summer holidays. The choice, as I saw it, was between eight
weeks of humiliation in the garden, or spending an indefinite amount of time
drugged and locked in a padded cell. If I wasn't crazy going in, I sure as hell
would have been after the proposed 6 months stay.
Jack
Carrick lived at number 4, and because he was losing his pet Great Dane, Lady,
he came up with the idea to replace her with me. It was a form of punishment
for my awful behavior and, I thought at first, far more palatable than being
committed to a mental hospital.
The
William's twins never liked me. I preferred Charity to her sister, Grace, who
had a mean streak and could be really bitchy. The healthy sized black girls
befriended Olivia, who was two sizes bigger than me - one of the reasons she
disliked me. So, the trio were delighted when they found out about my new
Puppy-girl status.
Having
spent the night in the cage and a shameful hour in the reverend's congregation
hall, Charity volunteered to take me back to my cage and feed me.
I
wondered why she was so keen and soon discovered her motive. When we arrived at
the cage, which was halfway down the garden, she lowered her panties and
dropped to her hands and knees. Aping what she had seen on the video - me
crawling around naked in Jack's house - she demanded I perform oral sex on her,
from the rear.
Knowing
what I like when I masturbate, I was able to satisfy her carnal demands and
trigger a prolonged orgasm. Once she had recovered, she
crawled away from me, got to her feet and pulled her knickers up.
"So
that's what it feels like to be an animal," she said with a shrug of the
shoulders.
There
were no thanks, or kind words. She went to the cool box for a can of dog food
and emptied it into the bowl. A bottle of water filled the second bowl. I sat
and watched her sprinkle a couple of spoons of powder on the pile of brown cold
meat and mix it together. She then fetched the riding crop from the pile of
knickknacks, which they thought might come in handy to look after me.
"Bitch,"
she said, pointing the whip at the food. "Come and eat your lunch..."
She
was acting out of character, obviously emboldened by my willingness to serve
her orally. She had also been present when my step-mother told the girls to
forget I was human and treat me like the dog I had become.
I
trotted over to the bowls, dropped my shoulders and started nibbling the pile
of meaty chunks in jelly. Charity sat down on the grass, cross legged, with her
plate of food and began eating a sausage roll. She probably didn't realize how
cruel she was behaving.
The
food tasted awful. It was my second bowl of the day, having been made to eat a
whole can in the morning by Charity's father, Reverend Williams. That wasn't
the only thing he made me do. He had gotten up before his family, so they
wouldn't see him wander down the garden to my cage, dressed only in his bathrobe.
He
brought the picnic box full of food and water, but before he fed me the main
course I had to devour the starter - his enormous black cock. Then, having
stretched my throat, he interrupted my meal by kneeling behind me and shafting
me for the second time.
My
posterior was uncomfortable in every respect. I could cope with sore orifices,
but where my clitoral flesh had been clamped and the sensitive valley between
my cheeks, beaten, the pain was incessant.
Naked,
bar the restraints, I was completely at the mercy of the Bancroft residents.
With my hands wrapped in leather mitts, I was unable to pick anything up, which
really frustrated me. The leather straps that bound my legs together, and the
control collar restricting me to animal noises, ensured I had to crawl around
and bark like a dog.
I
glanced up every now and again to watch Charity eating her plate of delicious
looking pastries. Sitting cross legged, right in front of me, Charity suddenly
lifted her plate and flashed the tight gusset of her white panties,
shamelessly. What she didn't realize - and I could see - was that when she
encouraged me to nuzzle her pussy earlier, I had left a black line from the ink
the girls put on my nose.
It
was evidence that I had been poking my nose where it shouldn't be and could get
us both into serious trouble with her mother, Joy. The overweight woman had a
volatile temperament and I feared her more than my own vile step-mother. Even
before the trouble she regularly chastised me and her own daughters at bible classes.
I
began to struggle with about a third of the food left in the bowl. My tummy was
rumbling, not because it was empty, but because the disgusting food was
disagreeing with my bowels. I needed a break, so I sat up.
"Ruff,
ruff," I barked softly and rubbed my tummy.
"What's
the matter, girl. Need a wee, or a poo?"
That
sounded like a good excuse. "Ruff!"
"Go
on, then, but don't take long..."
Thankfully,
the teenager was content to sit and continue eating her food, while keeping an
eye on me from a distance. I trotted slowly toward the compost heap, which was
situated in the back corner of the garden. I had no protection for my knees and
my hands were useless because of the leather mittens. I was okay crawling on
grass, but was looking forward to the promised suit, which would hopefully give
my knees some protection.
The
leather straps binding my shins to my thighs were way too tight, but when I sat
on my heels they loosened a little. When I arrived at the compost heap, I had
to back up and spread my knees, so I didn't pee or shit on myself. I took my
time and managed to squeeze a couple of large turds out, then rubbed my ass on
the grass to clean it.
Even
before I set off on the return journey, I spotted a group of people walking up
the garden, heading for my cage. Thinking that I might be in trouble, I hurried
back, but they were already talking to Charity when I arrived.
Audrey
and Jack were with Grace and a young man I had seen before at one or two of the
Reverend's evening meetings. However, he had never spoken to me, so I didn't
know who he was, or where he fitted in with the All Life Society. One thing was
certain - he was a member of the cult, otherwise they wouldn't let him near me.
Charity
looked pleased to see him. "Hello, David, I didn't know you were coming today."
"Hi,
Charity. You look lovely today. The good news is that you're going to be seeing
a lot more of me from now on." He looked down at me as he was talking to the
twin.
"That's
great, David." The teenager was acting as though she had a thing for the young
man. "Are you staying this afternoon?" she asked.
Yes,
I've moved into Jack's house. Jack and Audrey have been showing me around. I'm
going to be organizing your fitness routines from the house. The equipment was
moved in this morning."
Jack
stepped forward. "Well, here she is, Dave. What do you think of our new pet?"
Audrey
stepped in and wagged her finger at me. "Emma, sit!"
I
was standing on all fours facing the group, so I sat back on my heels and
opened my thighs. I felt a hot flush spread throughout my body as he examined
my underdeveloped teen tits, as well as my denuded mons and pussy. He came
forward and hunkered down for a closer look.
In
the spread position the whole of my convex vulva and its thick line of clitoral
flesh was visible.
"She's
scrawny..." was his first comment.
I
was thin compared to the twins and Audrey's daughter Olivia.
"We're
taking care of that, Dave." She shook her finger at me again. "Bitch, give him
a paw, show David you're pleased to see him."
He
took my offered mitt and shook it. "She definitely needs the pelt you were
telling me about," he said after releasing my hand. "Does she do any tricks?"
Tall
and slim, the young man, I guessed, was in his late twenties. He was wearing
dark blue jeans and a sky-blue polo shirt. His light brown hair, blue eyes and
smooth features gave him a Scandinavian appearance.
Jack
shook his head. "Not yet." He clapped his hands. "Emma, get down and roll onto
your back."
There
was silence as I dropped to my paws, hunkered down and rolled onto my side. The
final part of the roll, onto my back, was the most difficult, not physically,
but mentally, because the group were watching my every move. As soon as I was
on my back David hunkered down beside me.
I
didn't know whether to open my thighs, or close them, so I parted them a
little. The twins grinned at my lewd presentation, while Audrey watched smugly,
obviously pleased to see me behaving like an animal. The ironic thing was that
I had a bird's eye view of their panties from my lowly position on the grass.
Audrey's were made from fancy pink lace, while the twins were wearing bog
standard plain cotton white.
"Go
on, rub her belly, Dave," my step-mother urged the young man. "It doesn't take
much to get the bitch excited."
He
reached out and brusquely ran his hands back and forth from my mons to my tits.
"There's a good girl," he said softly as he rubbed my modest breasts and bullet
hard nipples.
With
my hands by my shoulders he had free rein to stroke the whole of my torso.
"The
bitch's libido is out of control," Audrey pointed out.
He
looked from my tits to my sex. "Yes, her nipples are stiff... and her labia and
clitoral flesh look swollen."
I
wondered what his qualifications were and whether he had some medical
knowledge.
"Doctor
Stevens applied some cream on her sex that was supposed to reduce her filthy
habit, but it doesn't appear to be working." She knew it wore off within hours
so was exaggerating the effect.
"Let's
take a look," he muttered.
The
young man slipped his hand down to my mons, then slid his fingers into my slimy
furrows. I stifled a moan as he rubbed his digits back and forth along my hot
sex. I slowly opened my thighs to make it easier to rub my pussy. Audrey
thought she was shaming me. It was embarrassing, but I was horny and liked what
he was doing.
The
look on Jack's face suggested that he was jealous of David touching my sex. He
was trying to ignore the visual treat, while the twins gawked, wide eyed,
seeing the young man masturbate me.
My
step-mother was demonstrating to Jack, the young man, and the twins, the power
she held over me. I was certain that Audrey and the other three women in the
close had come up with a plan to stop their men from messing with me. I guessed
that they had brought David in, so they had someone to keep an eye on me.
Having
entered my succulence with two fingers, I was disappointed when he pulled them
out and withdrew his hand.
He
held it up to show Audrey his glistening digits. "Whatever the doctor applied,
isn't working."