Kidnapped into Slavery part 2

Author: plugged
Title: Kidnapped into Slavery part 2
Date: 28 September 2008

by: Skinphil
skinphil1@yahoo.com



I could hardly walk due to the whippings on my legs and feet. Blood poured from my back, legs and feet, and shit from my anus. They led me to an open shower block, and proceeded to hose me down with cold water. My new master then directed one of the others to scrub me till I was clean, and as the soap touched my skin, the sting of the soap in the cuts was excruciating, and I screamed out for them to stop. The underling never flinched, and started to scrub the soap into the torn and tattered skin with the stiff scrubbing brush. My screams were blood curdling, and I am sure heard throughout the building. Dripping wet, and covered in soap, the underling next threw disinfectant over me, but by now, my senses were numb to the effect. I felt no pain, my body now deep in shock. Again dragged by my chain, I was taken to a new cell, where I was placed in a dog harness. "Your dog training starts today. Your slave name is Bog: Don't ever forget it. You will live with the other dogs in the kennels from now on till you are fully trained." With those few words, my master left me with his underlings. The harness would not allow me to stand, but only to crawl on all fours. They placed mittens on my hands to act like dog pads, and pads on my knees, my legs pulled up and strapped to the back of my thighs. A cock cage was placed on, stopping me from being able to have an erection. A butt plug and tail was inserted up my ass, and a muzzle placed on my face. The muzzle came complete with ears like a dog.

Once again, I was led out of the cell, and into a yard. Here there were several cages set up like a kennel. Each had a slave dog inside except 2. I was taken to a post in the centre of the yard, and chained to the post. The chain was shortened, allowing me little movement. Plugs were placed in my ears, and leads connected to a plug in the post. I could hear soft music playing in my ears. Then my tormentors opened the gates to the kennels, and the other dogs raced out of the cages into the yard. They charged straight for me, snarling and barking. They sounded very much like real dogs. All six attacked at once, biting and clawing me, pushing and jumping on me. I could do nothing, even when pushed, my chain allowed no movement for me to fall, rather leaving me hanging by the neck, chocking me. Finally, one dog that must have been pack leader, fought the others off, and started to sniff me. He sniffed me all over, my ass, my dick, my body, my mouth and face. He then pulled out my butt plug with his mouth, then mounted me, and forced his dick inside me and fucked me doggy style. It did not hurt any more. Pain was of no consequence any longer. It was part of every day sexual activities; I had come to expect it. However, the sexual act of doggy fuck style in the dog harness and chains was again stimulating my senses, and my body tried to react as normal, but I realised I was bound in a cock cage, and my cock was being crushed by the cage, and pain was now being felt. So this was how a cock cage worked: Crude but very effective.

My introduction to the rest of the pack was not over. Each dog was given the chance to check me out, and fuck me: obviously in the order of his position in the pack. When they had finished with me, I was taken into my kennel, and the muzzle removed. Chained again to the wall, I was left to watch the other dogs being led into their kennels. None spoke, but all gave little yelps like a dog excited by things to come. Then I saw Shit for the first time since we had arrived here. He too was in a dog harness as I was, and being led to the post. Again the other dogs were let loose on him, and again they attacked and fucked him as they had to me. I realised then, that these dogs were no longer human; they were actually dogs.

The plugs in my ears were again placed into a socket in the wall of my kennel, and my chain tightened to restrict movement. The same was done to Shit when he was finally moved to his kennel. We were left alone with the other dogs. Each lay down and curled up and slept. I decided to do the same, as my body still needed to heal. I heard soft music in my ears, it was soothing, and I quickly went into sleep. When I awoke, I was relaxed, and looked around my kennel. While asleep, they had brought food and water into the kennel. I tried to lift the bowl of food, and immediately felt excruciating pain in my ears. I was being disciplined. I dropped the bowl immediately, but I was hungry, and although the food was raw meat, I had to eat it. The meat had fallen in the sand that was in one corner of the kennel, but I was so hungry, I grabbed the food in my mouth, and ate it, sand and all. I drank water from the bowl as a dog would, using my tongue to lap it into my mouth. I could not see Shit, but I knew he would be there somewhere. Every day became the same. As dawn broke, the handlers would come out, move us out to the exercise yard, and chain us to a post. Next they would clean our kennels, hosing them out, raking the sand area and replenishing the water. Then we would be fed, raw meat and dry food. You became used to it after a while, and actually looked forward to the meals. Once a week, you would be given a bone. Training would begin after the handlers had eaten, and consisted of obedience training, obstacle course training, and how to please a master. Several hours per day was given to sleeping, where the plug was placed in your ear again, and soothing music played. After several weeks, I was starting to bark like the other dogs, and felt happy in their company, but always kept my place as the new dog in the group. It was then that I noticed a change in Shit. His face had started to elongate slightly, his hips had started to look slimmer like a greyhound, and his ears were folding over slightly. His bark and yelps were better defined than mine, and the other dogs played with him more. His cock cage had also been removed, and he was being instructed on the art of doggy fucking by his handler and the pack leader.

I noticed changes in myself too. I craved raw meat, and could gnaw a bone to nothing without hurting or damaging my teeth. I cocked my leg, and sniffed with the best of them, in fact, I noticed a distinct increase in my sense of smell. It felt good. My hearing was getting better too, and I could hear the handlers talking in the prison quarters where they lived, but I was finding it harder and harder to under stand what they said, except for their commands. My feet and calves were getting slimmer as they got little use, and their being secured to my thighs. It no longer was uncomfortable to have them secured; there was no pain any longer. Finally the day came when my cock cage was removed, and I was free at last. The cage was always replaced each night, or when we were put to bed in the kennels, but when on exercise, we were freed of the cage. Training continued, only this time, erection on demand was included. After several weeks being caged, my cock was reluctant to rise, but within a week, I had my first erection. Now I had to control my erections to please my master. Yes, I wanted to please my master. My master was good to me, only beating me when I did not do as he instructed. He used the whip, or the ear piercing pain to control or discipline me, and this became less and less needed, as I became a well-trained dog.

Sex was no longer a sensual desire or act. Sex was a command, to be had when my master demanded. My master had never fucked me as a dog. His masochistic brutality in the jail had not been carried out once I was placed in dog training. I loved my master, lying at his feet during lulls in training, tongue hanging out cooling myself ready for the next training session. Licking his boots on occasions just to get his attention and pats, nuzzling him for affection when he ignored me. Yes, I was in love with my master. My muzzle fitted much better these days, and seldom slipped off during training, and the muzzle with the ears was no longer used. I found that I was able to understand the barks and yelp of the others easier, and started to answer them when I felt it necessary. Life in the kennel was good and easy. Training was fun and the handlers were our lives. After many many training sessions, the pack leader was led away, and did not come back. It was a few meals later when a new dog was led to the post in the middle of the training area. The handlers chained him to the post, plugged in the wires to his head, then came over and started to unlock the gates. We were all in a state of excitement, barking and yelping happily, and when the gates were opened, eagerly raced out into the training yard. Several of the other pack started to snarl and snap at each other, and I decided this was my chance to be leader of the pack. I immediately attacked the biggest dog in the pack, biting and snarling; we fought for several minutes before others started to join in. I fought them all off, blood pouring from my snout and ears, but I had won, and I was leader, and had first pickings of this bitch.

I sniffed her tail, then her cock, her body and her face and snout. She looked different, more flat faced than the dogs in the kennels, but she was there to fuck, and I pulled out her tail and fucked her hard. Take that bitch, take that and enjoy my cock up your ass. I enjoyed the sex, but it was over quickly. I pulled out, then cocked my leg on the bitch, pissed on her and walked away. I walked over to Shit, sniffed his butt, then his cock. He did likewise, and we lay down together on the ground. We hardly knew each other, as our memories of our past lives were being taken from us and replaced with new lives and training, new bodies and new habits. We were becoming dogs in every sense, with the hypnosis working on our bodies as well as our minds. Within a short time, neither of us would ever know of our existence as a human, and know only our lives as a dog, slave to our master.