Title: Becoming a Dog, Part 2
Author: Miss Marie
Keywords: M/f, nc, rape, oral, bondage, humil, forced orgasm
Word Count: 4,540 Part: 2/?

   This story contains sexually explicit, violent and non-consensual
material that is intended for an adult audience of legal age to view such
material.  Please do not read any further if rape, torture, violence,
sadism, and masochism upset you.

   Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved

   "Get up, my little doggie." A foot touched my bare breast and I moaned,
trying to figure out if I was still in the highly erotic dream I had or if
this was reality.  With a series of clanks and struggles, everything that
happened earlier rushed through me and I felt a cold chill spread over my
skin, followed by a deep soreness inside of me.  Well, not just inside of
me, every muscle seemed to ache.

   "Oh God, please let me go," I whined as I felt him playing with the
cuffs on my wrists.  I was rewarded by a hard slap across my face and his
fist clenching the hair on the back of my head, viciously pulling my head
up.

   Hot breath flowed across my cheek and ear.  "Never ask that again.  If
you do, I'll make sure you never leave this basement alive." I nodded as
fear spiked through me and after another cuff across my face, he released
my hair and I fell back.

   My wrists came free and after a minute, my ankles.  Sitting up, I
carefully stretched my limbs, working out any kinks before trying to stand
up.  As I pushed off the floor, his foot lashed out and kicked me in the
stomach, my breath wooshing out as I collapsed, holding my midsection and
groaning in pain.

   "I see that my doggie is going to have to learn something.  You don't
get to walk like a human.  You're not a human, you're a dog.  You crawl. 
You whimper.  You whine.  You do what you're told and you'll get treats. 
You don't and you'll be punished.  Understand?" His voice was harsh and
unforgiving, the very sound of his anger making me cringe.

   I didn't know what to do.  Did that mean he wanted me to stay silent?  I
gave a hesitant nod and felt his hand on my back, stroking it gently. 
"Good girl.  If I ask you a question you can't answer like a good puppy,
feel free to talk for now." For now?  What did he mean, for now?

   His hands reached around my neck and I felt him snap on a collar and
then pull it by what sounded like a chain.  "Heel."

   I shakily got to my feet and crawled the direction he was pulling.  The
concrete hurt my palms and knees, but fear kept that in the background of
my mind.  We moved to another room, the concrete turned to a hard slick
surface under my palms and there was a burbling nearby.

   "Squat, legs spread wide." Oh god.  Not more.  Everything around my
pubis was so sore.  I slowly moved into position and waited, my head
hanging down, praying he wouldn't fuck me again.  His fingers found my
aching nipples and played with them until they were hard and I was giving
desperate whines of pain each time he pinched the bruised nubs.

   "This begins your training.  First thing that I teach my doggies is to
be house trained.  I have no patience for dirty dogs." There was a scraping
between my legs and then silence.  "Now, when you need to relieve yourself
you will do so into this bowl.  Do that now."

   What?  He wanted me to pee?  I just woke up and knew that my bladder was
full; I did have to go to the bathroom, but not in front of him.  Not
squatting on the ground.  No way.  I shook my head vehemently and then
cringed as he came closer.

   "I can force this, you know.  I can force this by making you orgasm,
afterwards you will likely lose control of your bladder, but I won't do
that.  I will make this much more painful." He placed a small tube in my
hand.  "That, little doggie, is a catheter.  I will chain you down on
plastic; I will force this up into you and piss will just come out of it
whenever it isn't clamped off.  And I won't clamp it off.  I will, however
make sure that you have plenty of fluids.  You will lay there for days in
your own piss, feeling it soak into your skin and hair." He pulled the
catheter out of my hand.  "Your choice."

   His words came out slowly and methodically; I had no doubt he would do
what he said.  I was sobbing again, the cloth around my eyes soaking up the
tears, quickly becoming saturated.

   "Why are you doing this to me?" I sobbed.

   "I'll forgive you for speaking this time, and I'll even answer that for
you later, little doggie, if you show how housetrained you are."

   I put my hands down and tried to relax.  A little came out, but the pee
made the wounds on my inner lips sting and I clenched up.  I moaned and
tried to push more out, nothing was happening.  His footsteps came closer
and my bladder suddenly released, gushing into the container underneath me.
I sighed in relief and waited until the last drops fell down before holding
up my head and giving a whine.

   A hand reached between my legs with a soft cloth or toilet paper and
gently wiped me.  "You're not bleeding much anymore," he said after a
moment.  "Now, pick up that bowl and get on your knees."

   I pushed the bowl forward and knelt on the floor, picking it up.  God,
he wasn't going to make me drink it or anything, was he?

   "Heel." He tugged my collar to the right and I almost fell on my face at
the unexpected movement.  "If you spill that, you'll clean it up with your
mouth," he growled.  I frantically nodded and kept my balance as he tugged
the chain again.  Shuffling on my knees to the edge of the room, the
container bumped against a wall.  "There is a sink on the floor.  Dump it
out, wash it, put it to the side."

   I felt the edges of the large sink and wide drain and dumped the waste
into it, finding and turning the faucet, washing the bowl, sink and my
hands.  I put the bowl down and sat back, waiting.

   "Now, time for a little bath." His hands moved to me to a small
indentation in the floor next to the sink and raised my hands so I could
feel the showerhead and knobs.  The head was only about 3 feet off the
ground, so if I wanted to shower, it would have to be sitting or squatting.


   Panic shot through me, making me lose my breath as surely as if he had
kicked me in the stomach again.  The sink, the shower, the basement.  He
had this all planned out or had done it before.  I gasped for air and
hugged my chest, rocking back and forth as my mind whirled and body shook.

   He let out a laugh.  "Yes, little doggie.  You aren't the first puppy
who has been here and you won't be the last." The water was turned on and
the sudden cold wrenched me away from my unwanted revelation.

   The stream of water came down in one hard spray, almost like a tap
instead of a soft showerhead.  His hands pulled the blindfold off, but one
of them stayed on my face, covering my eyes.  "Don't open your eyes.  If
you do, I'll remove them." I gave a hesitant nod and the large hand left my
face as I squeezed them tightly closed.

   The top of a bottle popped open and I felt a soft silky soap pour over
me as the water began to heat up.  His hands rubbed it gently over my body
as I sat and I let out an involuntary groan.  It felt so good, after all
the harsh treatment, this felt like heaven.

   "Does my little doggie like this?" I nodded, pushing back against the
hand that was soaping my back.  "Rinse off your back and sit against the
wall."

   I moved myself under the spray and then leaned against the wall.  The
water now sprayed against my stomach and was hard enough that it almost
hurt.

   The man spread my legs and gently fingered my tender lips.  I shook my
head, keeping my eyes shut, trying to let him know that they still hurt
from the clips.  As he pinched them, I gave whimpers, trying to scootch my
butt back away from the pain.

   "Ah, don't worry my little puppy, soon it'll feel better," he crooned
and then poured something over my crotch, thick and almost oily.  It had a
twofold effect, the pain immediately eased, even with his fingers
manipulating the labia, and it was warm, almost hot, making me jump.  I
realized that the liquid itself wasn't hot, it made my flesh tingle and
warm where he touched me.

   Before I could complain, his fingers found my clit again, rubbing the
oil over the clit and inside the hood, driving the heat deep inside. 
Within seconds my clit grew harder than I could ever remember it, almost
painful, but not quite.  The water turned off and his fingers continued to
spread the liquid around my crotch, rubbing it into the crevices and even
an inch inside of my pussy.  Wherever he rubbed became an inferno of heat
and throbbing sensation.

   "Oh god," I groaned as he used it on my damaged nipples, making them
into hard points.

   "Now, you'll find that that makes everything a little easier," he said,
pulling his hands away.  "Touch yourself, make yourself come."

   My hands reached down and I rubbed a finger against my clit, the
pleasure from the self-stimulation more intense than I ever remembered it
being before.  My head dropped down to my chest as I spread my legs, one
hand rubbing my clit and lips and the other pinching my nipples.  As I
rubbed, the heat intensified and made me want to press harder, so I did,
little shrieks leaving my mouth as I slid to the ground, both hands now
between my legs urgently trying to make myself reach the orgasm.

   The man's strong hands grabbed mine and pulled them away.  "Stop now."

   I screamed in desperation, the ear-piercing shriek making even my
tormentor give pause for a second.  But he recovered quickly and began to
laugh, his mirth shaking down his body and his hands trembling with his
amusement.  "I see you like that." Then his voice got lower.  "You will do
what I say or I'll make sure you're never again able to experience an
orgasm.  You will stop now." He let go of my hands and I heard him step
back.

   Trying hard, I clenched my hands together in front of my face and rolled
over onto my side, just the pressure of my legs together making me want
buck and rub.  Everything was burning, but not like a fire, more like a
deep warmth that spoke to whatever part of my brain needed pleasure.

   "Please.  Please.  Please.  I can't stand it," I begged, my nails
digging into my hands, trying to give myself enough pain to overwhelm the
pleasure.

   "What will my doggie do to earn herself an orgasm?" he asked and I felt
him kneel beside me, stroking my wet hair and shaking back.

   "Anything.  God, please make it stop.  I need..." I screamed again as
his hand pressed between my closed legs and I began humping it as hard as I
could.  I let out another yell when he removed it.  That little touch just
made it worse - I had to have some sort of relief.

   "Doggies always nuzzle their master's crotch.  Nuzzle and use your mouth
and if you're good, you can come," he replied.

   Without even thinking first, I buried my head in his lap, feeling his
naked legs and coarse hair, rubbing my nose and face against it before
moving up and stopping at his soft balls.  "Lick them," he said quietly and
I did, giving them long strokes with my tongue, tasting salt and sweat and
soap.  After several frantic licks, a finger pressed against my clit and I
shuddered, giving appreciative whines.

   He didn't move his finger, he let me move against it, going the speed I
needed.  I was close.  Everything was closing in on me and all I wanted was
to come.  My clit was so hard that I could feel it pop over his finger at
each thrust and that just sent more pleasure to my saturated brain.

   "The cock," he murmured and pushed my head further up, my nose and lips
against the base of his dick.  "Lick it.  Suck it." As soon as I started he
pushed his hand deep between my legs, the bump of his wrist against my clit
and his fingers playing with the rest of me, even probing gently against my
anus.  I groaned in appreciation and gave deep rolls of my hips, working up
and down his hand and wrist, the hair scraping against my flesh and getting
me oh-so close.

   I took the cock in my mouth, the thickness surprising me; it almost felt
like the gag again.  A hand landed on the back of my head and I heard a
moan from the man above me.  "Good, deeper.  Keep licking." I forced the
cock to the back of my throat and lashed it with my tongue like I did
before.  The hand clenched my hair again and began to work my head up and
down, pushing the cock down into me a little more each time.

   My throat hurt with the battering, but that took second place to the
orgasm that was building.  My hands now clutched at his arm while I rubbed
my distended clit raw.  His moving fingers created extra stimulation that
sent shocks through my body, my legs trembling and shaking as I tried to
clench them together with all my strength.

   His hand stopped my head at the end of one downthrust and then pushed
hard.  I struggled, but he didn't stop until the cock had torn its way down
my throat and my nose was buried in his pubic hair.  I couldn't breathe,
but my attempted wails at losing air stopped and turned to muffled screams
of pleasure when he began to move his arm and hand, pushing it hard against
my crotch.

   Suddenly the balloon popped and my orgasm flew free, my body flailing
wildly while my hips still tried to get more friction.  After the first
orgasm I tried to take a gasp of air, but my throat was full of cock.  I
sucked what I could through my nose, but the second climax hit me hard and
I scrabbled on the floor, unsure if I was trying to get away from the
pleasure or beg for more.

   I felt him shudder against my face; the head became huge in my throat
and I felt jets of his seed pour down my gullet.  I moaned and shuddered
through another orgasm of my own as he finished and withdrew.  Aftershocks
were still rushing through me when he turned back on the shower and
finished washing me, cleansing me of the oil he had poured on before.  The
warm water flowing over and around me caused another orgasm, my exhausted
body unable to move, but my brain accepting the pleasure, the hoarse groans
the only way I could show appreciation.

   When it was done I stayed on the ground, gasping for air and unsure if I
could get up.

   "Did my puppy like that?" he asked after he stood up and turned off the
water.  I nodded slowly, my wet hair sticking on my face.  I kept my eyes
closed, still remembering the threat.  "Then I think my puppy should show
that she liked it."

   I waited for further instructions, but he was silent.  My mind was still
fuzzy and my body was strung out, but I knew that something bad would
happen if I messed this up.  Every limb screamed in protest as I got to my
hands and knees, crawling out of the shower indentation and headed towards
where I thought his voice came from.

   Feeling out with my hands, I found his calves and feet and pressed my
face against his toes, giving small whimpers and whines while I nuzzled the
tops of his feet and held his muscular calves in my hands.  He wiggled his
toes and I kissed each one, licking it slavishly, my body almost working
independently as I gave him what appreciation I could.

   A jerk to the collar brought me up to my knees and I felt a brush on my
hair, smoothing it and untangling any knots with amazing gentleness.  "Good
girl," he said softly and slipped something over my face again, pressing
into my eyes like goggles.  I heard a click as it attached to my collar in
the back somehow, pulling it tight against my face.  "Now, open your eyes."

   I gave a little whimper as I opened my eyes and looked around.  There
were layers of a very fine mesh in front of my eyes, making the world into
a strange grid of shadows and shapes.  I could "see", but it was hard to
make out details.  My head tilted up and I could see the huge, menacing
outline of the man.  I saw a flash of white as he smiled.

   "Now, look to the sink.  The shower.  Your bowl.  Remember where they
are."

   I turned my head and saw I was in a rather small room with a water
heater and the large sink and small shower.  Besides that there were hooks
and cuffs hanging from every wall.  The bowl I used was just a piece of
Tupperware.  The hole in the sink seemed to be four inches wide.  I drank
in everything, amazed at the joy of having some sight returned.

   "Heel." He pulled me towards a small doorway that led into another room
and I stared at the large dog bed where I had been sleeping.  Chains hung
from the ceiling and one wall had a big X on it.  Another wall had rows of
garage cabinets, heavy and locked.  Again, all over the walls there were
hooks and cuffs, no matter where I was, he could lock me down.  My
attention focused on a door across from the dog bed.

   "Don't try to go outside, doggie," he warned and I guiltily turned my
head, nodding.  "Wait here, you need some food." He locked my chain to a
wall and went through the door.

   I felt the collar and realized that there was a small padlock closing it
together.  It also locked the chain in place as well as the goggles.  I
could probably get the goggles off, but once they were off, I probably
wouldn't be able to get them on again.  Not worth the risk.

   I sat on the bed and the rational part of my mind started to fume.  What
the fuck just happened?  Did I just tell that fucking pervert that I
appreciated him raping me?  By the time he got back I was steaming and
clenching my teeth.

   He set down what looked like cereal and milk as well as a glass of
water. "Eat," he said and my rage exploded.  I picked up the bowl and threw
it at him, furious when it dodged out of way.  I grasped the cup, swearing
when I saw it wasn't glass and threw it against the wall, water splashing
over the mess from the cereal and milk.

   "Fuck you!" I screamed.  "Fuck all of this!"

   He simply stood and stared at me as I raged at him.  Pushing to my feet,
I ran at him, not caring about the size difference, I could make him bleed
somehow.  He sidestepped again and I flew past, jerking back hard when I
reached the end of the leash.  Slamming into the ground, I pounded it with
my fists before getting up again, stretching my shoulders, getting ready to
rush him again.  I'd make him kill me.  If I ran hard enough I might even
break my neck.

   I never got the chance.  He appeared before me and with a brutal punch,
the lights went out.

   Pain.  The first thing I thought when I regained consciousness was pain.
I was bent over something, my legs were spread, feet firmly on the ground,
but my ankles were lashed to something.  My head and shoulders were
supported on a chair or bench, but my torso was hanging free horizontally.
The ache centralized in my arms again and after a bit of movement, I
realized they were bound behind my back in some sort of sleeve from wrist
to elbow and then torqued up and hung from the ceiling.  I wondered if my
shoulders would dislocate from the unnatural position.

   My jaw hurt.  He put another gag in my mouth, but this was a small
rubber ball with holes that set behind my teeth and under my tongue.  At
last I could breathe.  There was the sound of shoes on the concrete and I
turned my head, seeing the figure of the man, now fully clothed.

   "Dogs can be such a pain until they're trained," he said idly and I
growled at him.  He struck out with his hand, hitting my face hard enough
that my lip split and I could taste the blood trickling through the gag. 
"But, this was my mistake; I think that I gave you too many rewards before
teaching you obedience.  So now we'll give you a nice double dose." I
turned my head away from him, but he continued.  "I have to go out for a
few hours, and you need to think about how appreciative you should be when
your owner treats you well, because, as you'll learn, I don't have to."

   I shrieked through the gag in protest to his words, but he ignored me,
walking behind my body and began putting clips on my labia again.  These
were different.  No teeth, but they pinched the flesh harder and harder,
like he was screwing them in.  Two on my inner lips, two on the outer.  I
screamed as he put one on the top of my clit.

   He crouched beside me and put clamps on my tits again, but after a
little tugging, they fell off too easily.  He held something in front of my
face and I wailed in terror.  He was holding up a long pin.  "I think this
will work better than a clamp."

   No.  He wasn't going to.  I couldn't even scream when he pierced my
first nipple, laughing all the while at my futile struggles.  At the second
one I was yelling and shaking, but soon as he stopped and I realized the
fear was more of the unknown, it didn't hurt too much.  He placed something
on each side of the pin and then stepped back.  The sane part of my mind
was angry at me: how could I think that it didn't hurt, it wasn't too bad?
All of this was bad.  All of this was wrong.

   "Remember yesterday?" After a second, pulsing shocks started going
through the clamps and pins, alternating gentle and hard.  Each time the
electricity flowed through my body, I jumped and then relaxed, then jumped
again and whimpered, and then relaxed.

   "I've set it to a specialized program.  It won't be pleasant." A huge
jolt flowed through me and I sobbed at the pain, my crotch and tits
throbbing with a terrible burn.  As opposite as it could be from the
pleasure earlier.

   "Bye bye, little doggie," he said brightly and the door slammed shut.  I
yelled and begged through the gag for him to come back, but the incessant
shocks and total silence told me he was gone.

   If I struggled too much, my shoulders made a horrible crunching sound so
I tried to stay still, but that was impossible when the power ramped up.  I
could almost hear the buzzing of electricity when it turned on - sometimes
lasting a second, sometimes seeming to go on for minutes.  My stomach
clenched each time it hit and soon it ached and I felt nauseous.  I lay my
head down and gave out moans, hoping that he'd hear me and have mercy.

   I tried counting the series of shocks, but stopped when I got into the
hundreds, fearful of what that meant to my body and the time that had
passed.  Was my flesh burning?  Was my crotch charred and useless now?  My
nipples ached, each shock not only making my breasts ache, but it started
to affect my neck and face, the tingling spreading further and further as
time went on.

   The worst was the exhaustion.  My muscles were reacting, but I was so
tired.  My body hurt so much and I didn't understand how it could keep
contracting when I had so little energy, but it always found a way to move
at each shock, the longer ones making the muscles so tight I could almost
hear them tearing.  My tears started after a few minutes, or hours, and I
sobbed out my fear that I would die like this.  Then the tears were gone
and I stopped trying to move or speak at all, simply letting the clamps and
shocks wreck havoc on my body.

   Long after I was sure he would never come back, the door opened and my
lids cracked, seeing the large shape of my savior.

   "Have you learned your lesson?" he asked.

   With tremendous effort, I nodded, giving a croak through the gag.

   "Good girl." He pulled the ball out of my mouth and I felt the saliva
stream out and cover the side of my face.  I tried to swallow, but my mouth
and throat were too dry.

   There were sounds I couldn't recognize and then the shocks stopped.  My
body ceased the random convulsing, but my mind didn't accept the lack of
pain and kept shaking, sending fake tremors through my limbs.  I felt him
pull the clips off and slide out the pins, but I didn't care, I was too
hurt and too tired to give any noise or resistance.  The pain was stopping,
that's all that mattered.

   A straw appeared in my field of view and I raised my head, drinking the
liquid, surprised by the sweet taste.  Gatorade maybe?  After gulping down
the entire glass, he placed a small morsel in my mouth and I chewed and
swallowed.  Peanut butter and bread.  So good.  So tasty.  After eating
several, he gave me more to drink and then stood up.

   "Feel better?"

   I nodded.  I did feel better.  Even after all the pain my body was
rebounding with just a little Gatorade and peanut butter.  Gratitude
flooded through me towards the man who stopped the torture, silencing the
corner of my mind that was still screaming at the injustice.

   "Well, that punishment was for throwing the cereal at me," he said from
behind me.

   I let out a pitiful moan.  Please, no more.

   "This punishment will be four-fold: speaking out of turn three times and
throwing your glass at the wall."

--- Part 3 incoming before the end of the week.  
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