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The way I saw it, Elise Bentley had pretty well wiped out any ethical
obligation I had to her by refusing to pay me my fee and getting me
stuck in this awful situation. Now.I could turn my attention to her
husband's plight with a clear conscience and try to find some way of
getting him out of his awful. captivity. So I bided my time, meekly
obeying every order our captresses gave, and submitted to being
transformed into a ripe, sexy, silly-looking girl-thing...
Today it was time to clean the pond, dressed as a Sales Girl from the
1960s. As I tugged at the slimy weeds, feeling them ooze through my
silken elbow-length gloves, I reflected that this task was going to ruin
this, the last complete outfit I had, and I wondered miserably what
Janet and Jennifer would dress me in next.
Just wait, I thought....
****
..The leather crotch-strap was tight, digging shamefully into my false
pussy with every short, stiff- legged step I took in the thigh-length
high-heeled leather boots. A matching corset crushed my waist to
alarming dimensions and arched my back slightly, so that I had to bend
forward to see in front of me... especially with the high, rigid leather
collar that forced me to bend my neck and keep my face upturned!
A leather bridle-gag criss-crossed my pretty face, pulling my lips back
in a painful grin, even as it kept me from-speaking. And my arm-length
leather gloves were so stiffand -tight that I could barely bend my
fingers and elbows in them!
Naturally, having my arms, legs and tummy covered- in dark leather this
way drew attention to the exciting peach-pink nudity of my breasts and
bottom, undulating wildly with every hampered step I took. And the way
I had to stand -- with my back and neck arched -- and-bend forward just
to see in front of me, flaunted it all the morel
"Woo- woo!" J anet teased, tossing her dark hair as she finished lacing
me into this thing and ordered me to strut about for her,-"Aren't you
just One Kinky Lady! Jen! Come in and get a load of this!"
Jennifer, excitingly naked, padded into the room and broke up laughing
at the sight of me. "What a hot number!" She giggled. "Showing off her
big tits and ass like that! Boy, I bet they'll really bounce in that
get-up when we- spank her... shall we see?"
"No time like the present!" Jennifer doffed her skimpy blouse and shorts
and both girls picked up paddles.
"Remember the rules now," Janet warned, me, "You can run -- or try to
run -- if you want to; but if you fall over, it's three days with the
Swans for you!" She didn't have to remind me!
I had spent a day in that oversized coop three weeks ago, with my arms
and legs bound in rubber sheaths that forced me to duck-walk and wave my
elbows like wings. The girls had put a rubber hood and corset on me that
day, then covered the whole thing with glue and doused it with white
feathers before locking me in with the water fow!
Birds, I quickly discovered, are very Territorial, and they like to
establish pecking order right away. With my arms and legs helplessly
bound up, I had no defense except to become totally submissive to the
big, beautiful swans who ruled the roost. After a couple of cruel,
pinching bites from their stiff beaks, I quickly learned to scamper away
when they approached and wait until they were done before trying to
drink from the water trough.
Imagine! Taking orders from a bunch of birds! But that wasn't the worst
of it; the dominant male decided to exercise his rights on me! How
horrid it was, being chased around the pen while Jennifer took
videotapes until I collapsed with exhaustion and the crowing, flapping
male mounted me with hoots of triumph!
So now, with the threat of another visit to the Swans hanging over me, I
stood as still as I could while the girls beat pain into my big round
bottom and -- just as they'd said--my huge breasts bounced wildly!
"This fetish wear is the best idea ever'" Janet sighed when they stopped
at last. "It gets me hot just looking at her!"
"Let's keep her in it always," Jennifer urged, "she looks so sexy,
mincing and hobbling around like that!"
"Fine by me'" Janet looked up at me from the bed where both women had
sprawled, panting from their exertion, glistening, with sweat and
thrillingly nude: "Hear that, slave? We're going to keep you tied up and
kinky like that! And we've ordered more of that stuff you took to swell
out your tits and ass! By the time we're done figure-training you,
you'll look like that gal in the Playboy cartoon!"
"Yeah! " Jennifer giggled, "And then we'll go on vacation and drive you
around to some really kinky clubs we know of, so you can show off your
stuff on stage!"
"And," Her partner put in, "Before you go on, we're going to tell
everyone who you really are and how you got this way! Maybe we'll even
have you do tricks with Fifi, the girl-dog! You two should be quite a
hit'"
"And by the time we're through," Jennifer sighed, "You and everyone else
will see just what happens to men who try to use us!"
Little did they know!
Darkness. Silence. In the kitchen, where I slept on the floor, I
listened to the sounds of slumber coming from the bedroom.
Okay, I thought to myself: Now or Never! Slowly, cautiously, I slithered
across the cold tile floor in my hampering leather outfit. I could have
stood up and walked, but I didn't dare risk the sounds of my high-heeled
boots on the hard floor. So when I reached the silverware drawer, I
laboriously pulled myself up onto my knees, then fished slowly,
carefully around inside....
Got it: A good, sharp knife!
In seconds, I was cutting the straps and laces that locked me into that
awful fetish garb, pulling it off slowly, so as not to make noise.
Finally, at last, it was off -- I was free of it! I could almost hear my
body sigh with relief as constricted muscles and moist skin breathed
once more! Free!
Well almost, anyway. Still keeping carefully quiet, I tiptoed naked
across the kitchen and over to the laundry room. Here, with the door
closed, I dared to risk turning on a light.
Again, it took only seconds for me to raid the clothes hamper and pull
out panties, a bra, two pairs of cut-off denim shorts and a couple of
plain-looking blouses. The dryer yielded up freshly cleaned sneakers. I
put everything carefully into a trash bag, along with two twenty dollar
bills and my car keys, which Janet had carelessly left lying about last
week.
I was ready for my escape and Rex Bentley's rescue!
I didn't dare risk dressing inside the house, and once l had crept
outside, it didn't seem worth the trouble, so I scampered all nude and
feminine across the farmyard to the animal pens.
They were used to my scent by now; there was no howling din as I crept
slowly down the row of cages to the one I wanted.
"Rex'" I Whispered. "Rex Bentley!"
The curly head popped up, alert but hesitant. He had probably been
trained not to respond to his name, I thought.
"It's me." Carefully, I undid the lock on his cage, "Claire Clinton!
Stay quiet now...'"
I had seen Rex/Fifi Bentley before, of course. Janet and Jennifer had
ensured our mutual humiliation by making me feed and groom "her" while
wearing the most provocative of outfits, frustrating the transformed
dog/man even as it humiliated me... the "she" man! They had even made me
use special solvent to dissolve -- then re-apply-- the special glue that
sealed her inside that costume, whenever it looked like it was wearing
off. But somehow I had never quite believed the sight Fifi made.
She was like a full-size poodle, large and frivolously feminine, with
pink-dyed curls trimmed over her cream-colored dog skin in ridiculous
patterns. Her head was crowned with masses of kinky ringlets that
trailed down her shoulders like wavy hair. Her legs were smooth, except
for the feet, which were covered with curly-haired "booties." On her
ass, curls, trimmed into the shape of a woman's lacey panties shimmered
shamefully, and from the middle of this, her springy tail arched
upwards, with.a silly pom-pom at the tip that gave a happy , wagging
motion to her every move.
In her eyes, I could see a fearful, haunted look, and as I reached
carefully into her crotch and began applying the special solvent to the
glue that held him inside, I wondered what all this cruel treatment at
the hands of women, followed by months of living life on a sub-human
plane, had done to this poor fellow.
I soon found out!
It took every bit of the solvent, but at last Rex Bentley pulled the
mask from his face with his own hands and breathed a sigh of relief. The
liberating process had gone surprisingly quickly, except for his
insistence on stretching each limb as it was freed, and for the
umpteenth time, I tried to hurry him along.
"Faster, Fifi," I whispered, "Work faster, faster'"
Not wishing to lose any more time, I turned to the plastic bag full of
clothing.... and all of a sudden ,I heard a dull THUD, and felt a dizzying
pain at the side of my head!
I reeled around, just in time to see Rex swing his food dish to the
other side of my head, connecting with stunning impact. I sank to my
knees.
All at once he was on top of me, pushing me face down onto the concrete.
I felt my breasts mash against the cold slab as he jumped on me with
surprising swiftness, grabbing my wrists behind my back with one strong
hand as he fished around in the bag with the other hand for something to
tie me with.
The feel of his hairy ass on my soft skin was shocking, and I squirmed
vigorously as I realized this intimate contact was having an effect on
him!
"Wait!" I hissed, "I'm here to help yo-uggh!"'
My words were smothered by a pair of panties stuffed roughly into my
mouth. I tried to spit them out as Rex pulled the laces from a pair of
sneakers and bound my wrists with them.
"Yeah!" He snorted, "You're gonna help me all right!"
He flipped me roughly onto my back, and all at once, with no more ado
than an animal, he pushed himself into my false pussy! Almost
immediately, he exploded, and I. felt my crotch swamped with sticky
warmth as he growled with satisfaction. "Nnnnggg000d! Damn! Good, good,
GOOD!!!'"
He looked down at me, as if seeing me for the first time, "Hey! You're
the broad they send in to work me up! Well you sure do a good Job,
Bitch!"
He flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled me back onto my knees, so
that my butt stuck out at him. I sensed his hairy crotch on my bottom
cheeks andOH NO!
Oh yes! He plunged into me from behind, and I writhed in sensuous
agony, as he buried himself to the hilt and exploded once more.
At last, he pulled out and stood over me as I lay on the cold floor,
nude, feminine and degraded, struggling with my bonds. Finally, I
managed to push the filthy panties from my mouth.
"Wait," I managed, gulping for breath, "I'm here to rescue you!"
"Rescue me?" He couldn't help but smile, looking down at me this way. He
had already donned a pair of shorts from the bag and was buttoning a
plain, shirt-like blouse over his chest.
"Could be," he grunted, "But I ain't trusting nobody!"
He pulled shoes from the bag, discovering the keys and money in the
process.
"Hot damn!" he grinned, "My ticket outa this Hell!" He slipped the shoes
on his feet and rose to go.
"Wait!" I whimpered, "Untie me! Take me with you!"
"Not likely, bitch!"
"But-but I came here to get you out!!"
"Maybe so," he looked frankly skeptical, "and maybe not. Once I get back
to my lawyers and the cops,we'l see about that. Till then, like I say, I
ain't trusting nobody."
"Wait!"
This was awful! He was going to leave me! Here! Like this! Where Janet
and Jennifer would discover me helpless and him gone! I quailed to think
what they might do--I had to make him take me with him!
"They'll kill me," I wailed, "You know what they're like! When they find
out I let you go--"
"Tell it to someone who cares."
"But-but-" Suddenly I reaized everything Elise Bentley had said about
this man was true. He was a supreme hedonist, interested only in his own
welfare. And here I was, asking him for a favor! There had to be some
way....
"They'll catch you, too!" I blurted out, "If you leave me here, they'll
catch you, too!"
This made him stop and turn around. He- raised a quizzical-eyebrow at
me.
"They'll be up in just an hour or so," I Explained quickly, "And when
they see what's happened, they'll make plans to catch you and get you
back here! Think about it! You'll be driving a stolen car, carrying no
Identification! And they'll have time to alert your wife, too! You'll be
all alone,-with no one to back up your story! And they'll be looking for
you... planning how to get you!" -."You got.-Something there " he said
at last, "Maybe I oughta take you with me. Then again, I might be better
off just to take my chances alone, instead of trusting you..."
He looked down at me, thoughtfully. Then, in his eyes, I saw something
besides Thoughtfulness on his face, and I remembered how long he had
been without sexual satisfaction: Until now!
"Tell you what," He said, "I'll get you out of here n one condition;
Make that two conditions: First, You let me put you in that Dog Suit.
That way, I don't worry about you trying something cute while my back's
turned."
"But I can't--" I started, "I won't--". The look in," his eyes told me I
had no choiceand we both knew it.
"All right," I lowered my eyes shamefully, "'I'll let you put me in that
thing. What eise?"
"I'm getting horny again," he leered, "And you got a real nice mouth!"
Again I started to protest. And again I realized the uselessness of it,
the helplessness of my-position.. "Do a good job," He pulled me to my
knees and untied my wrists, "Do a real good job, Sweetie, or I'm leaving
you here for Dyke Meat! "
Suddenly I realized he just might do that! He could change his mind on a
whim, and leave me here to face a cruel lesbian vengeance! I had to make
him want me--I had to!
For the next awful, degrading, twenty minutes, I did everything I'd ever
seen or read about to pleasure his cock. I licked, sucked and kissed it
to erection, then massaged it between my big, soft titties until it
positively throbbed! I praised its size, and power, in the most graphic
terms as I hugged his ass and kissed his hairy scrotum. I fought off
reflex gags and put more Of him in my mouth and down my throat than I
would have thought humanly possible. I purred with pleasure and rubbed
my lush, feminine body up and down, his massive legs. I looked lovingly
up at him and whispered eternal devotion before resuming oral homage.
And when he erupted at last, I swallowed every drop, like a greedy
harlot.!
I was weak with exhaustion, but somehow I helped as he strapped, laced
and glued me inside the Fifi costume. I felt my arms and legs bent and
compressed, felt my tits squeezed achingly tight, skillfully arranged so
that my nipples stuck out through tiny holes in the chest, wriggled and
choked back a 'squeal ' as the ingenious device Elise Bentley had
mentioned was attached to my butt, enabling me to expel wastes like a
dog. And, with a growing sense of helplessness, I felt my head, face and
mouth sealed inside the tight strictures of the costume, robbing me of
intelligible speech--and, it seemed, my very humanity!
When he was through, I was a silly, pink-and-cream-colored, ultra-
feminine dog, crouched on the cage floor at his feet, still soaked in
his cum, looking slavishly up at him.
And that's when he gathered up the last of the clothes, and locked me
inside the cage!
"Like I said," he grinned, "you may be right about them getting after me
once they see I'm gone. So the way I see it-, you and me both now got a
stake in this: If you can convince them you're me, then they won't be
looking for me, 'cause they'll think I'm still here. And they- won't
kill you for letting me escape if they don't know I'm gone. That way, I
got a better chance of getting away and catching everyone by surprise,
and I can come back and get you out of this, maybe. Either way I see
it, your life depends on-how good you can carry this off. So be a nice
little doggie, Bitch, and maybe I'll see you again!" He swiftly trotted
across the yard, and a few seconds later I heard my car coasting down
the long drive out to the gravel road, heard the engine start in the
distance, and drive off.-
I wanted to stop him somehow, wanted to scream (or howl!) for him to
come back! Don't leave me this Way! But I didn't dare do anything to
wake up Janet and Jennifer. So I crouched there, almost weeping with
frustration, wondering if Rex Bentley would make his escape.
And if he did, would he come back for me?
It was late morning by the time my lesbian jailers showed up at my cage
Somehow, despite the weeks of humiliation and forced exposure I had
endured at their hands, I blushed uncontrollably at having them see me
like this! It just seemed so awful, being a silly-looking dog, forced to
remain down on all fours, looking up at their shapely legs and inviting
bottoms! They were nude, as usual. And as usual, they delighted in the
frustration their lovely bodies caused in helpless, horny men!
Now, they smiled down at me with that familiar, casual cruelty I knew so
well To my surprise, they seemed not a bit alarmed at my escape -er-that
is Rex Bentley's escape that they thought was mine! In fact, they were
discussing it very coolly as they slid a choker chain about me and
escorted me out for my daily walk.
"...don't kinow about you," dark-haired Janet was saying, "but I thought
she'd never leave!--Heel girl. Heel! You can do better than that!"
"I know what you mean," Jennifer smiled, the morning sun glinting off
her freckled legs as she strode beside and above me. I looked down at
her sexy bare toes, curling the grass with each step. "After all the
chances we gave her, leaving the keys and money out like that, and the
clothes in the hamper where she could get them any time! I thought that
dumb bunny would never figure it out!"
"I guess you were right," Janet stopped suddenly and looked down at me
expectantly. I quickly sat in the grass like a good dog. "She really
must have loved that kind of treatment!"
Sure," Jennifer said, "why else would any man go through all that? I
wouldn't be surprised if she comes back for more--Hey Fifi! Go on now: do
your business!"
Do what?!? My tummy fluttered at the thought of having to do such a
degrading thing, out here in the open in front of two sexy women!
Totally at a loss, I began sniffing listlessly at the grass.
"Hurry up!" Janet commanded. "You'd better do it now, 'cause I swear, if
you mess up your cage again, I'll take the strap to your ass and make
you eat it!"
With that as an incentive, I somehow managed to complete the
humiliatingly personal task under the watchful, amused eyes of the two
women. They praised me for it, then walked me down to the stream and
secured my leash to a tree while they went in swimming.
Watching them sporting about in the water, I couldn't help remembering
what seemed like a lifetime ago, when they had seduced and entrapped me
here, using those lush bodies of theirs as weapons of my enslavement.
And this was the result! Crouched down, hampered, totally transformed,
covered with that ridiculous hair, barely human any more, I watched in
painful frustration!
And wondered if Rex Bentley would make it!
*
It was a week later, I think, that my, routine suddenly changed. Janet
and Jennifer, fully dressed for once, rounded the corner quickly but
deliberately, carrying a large porta-cage and entered my pen. I came out
of my shelter and sat obediently for them, as Fifi had been trained to
do.
"... be smarter than I thought she was," Janet was saying.
"Yeah," Jennifer pulled a syringe from the crate, stepped behind me, and
before I knew. it, I felt a sharp pain' "What I can't figure out is how
he's got those lawyers and everybody convinced Rex Bentley's still
alive! I figured after Elise had his apartment cleaned out, and we'd
emptied his accounts, it'd be all he could do to keep from being Street
People!"
I felt myself growing alarmed. Then dizzy. Then suddenly, pleasantly,
overwhelmingly sleepy!
"Just glad we got this back-up plan," Janet's voice came to my ears
slowly, like rolling thunder in the distance, "No one will ever find
her now...."
"Yeah." There was soft laughter in Jennifer's voice. "Those Tia Juana
Sex Shows will make great place to board this bitch and keep her good
and busy!"
Vaguely -- very vaguely -- I felt myself being stuffed into the Porta-
Cage and hauled out to the truck. Then, just blackness.....
Total blackness.
*
Total white.
The light seemed to splinter my eyes. I blinked. Tried to move.
I was in some kind of harness that held me up but kept me totally
immobilized -- my arms, legs, torso; even my face and neck, were held
tightly suspended. I felt, rather than saw, that I was still in a state
of Fifi, but aside from that and the brilliant white light all around,
me, I could determine nothing.
Oh God, I thought, I must be in Mexico! Tied up in some kind of bondage
to be used by some hairy stud-man in front of a bunch of laughing
strangers--like this!
Suddenly a man-shaped figure moved between me and the light, and I
blinked as my pupils tried to dilate again and let me see who it was.
"You mean there's really a woman in there?" It was a male voice, puzzled
and officious-sounding.
"That's right," Rex Bentley's crude rasp, unmistakable to my ears,
answered. "And that's the get-up Elise and her friends kept me in for
over a year!"
"Looks like we got here just in time." The first voice again. And now I
could vaguely make out a stetson and sheriff's badge. "They were getting
ready to ship her out!"
"Yeah," Rex again, "I just wish we'd caught 'em. You sure there's no
trace?"
"Like I told you They sold everything, cashed it all, and took off.
Turned up in Nadira, just the same as your wife did!"
"Yeah, with about half of everything I. owned! Divorce woulda been
cheaper! You sure there's no way to get at 'em?"
"No way at all. They got those Tax-Thief laws there, to keep bank
accounts private, and no extradition!"
"Crap. Now what about Lassie here?"
"Well, it's like the man said: We don't know what kind of glue they used
to put that stuff on, or what kind of solvent to get it. off. According
to what you said, it'll wear off by itself in a few months, but till
then, she's stuck that way!"
"Great. So what am I supposed to do with her?"
"Well, there was a business card with an address in that car we found;
could be the lady there will know her...."
"Don't sulk so, Clinton, it's just a short walk!"
Clarisse tugged smartly at the gold chain leash and I trotted obediently
behind her, out of her luxury apartment and across the hall to the
waiting elevator.
As we rode down, I tried not to look at those fine, long legs of hers in
that slinky minidress. Triednot to look up at the lacey garterbelt and
the tiny scrap of panties thatheld her treasures just out of sight.
Clarisse looked down and-smiled sweetly at me.
"Still horny, Dear? Well I guess it has been an awfully long time for
you! Are you sure you don't want me to try to arrange something for you
at the show? Some of those German Shepherds are hung like--. No? Okay,
just settle down, and if you do very well, I won't even mention it
again."
We were walking across the tiled lobby now, the one that I had walked so
often before, under much different circumstances!
"Now I know you don't like these Dog Shows, Sweetie, but as I've'said
before, the only way I can justify giving you my services. is by
putting: it on a paying basis! Getting those registration papers cooked
up and paying the entry fees cost a pretty penny, so you just have to
win us some prize money today! And in that outfit, you're a cinch!"
"THAT OUTFIT" was a rhinestone-studded, collar, light blue to contrast
prettily with my pink fur and cream colored dog skin. A matching string
of rhinestones was pinned in my-curly hair, like a tiara, and a flashing
ring was clipped to my wagging tail.
I had ribbons on each ear, anda short, rustling ballerina skirt around
my middle. Naturally, the picture I made this way drew smiles and stares
from passers-by on the street as we made our way the three blocks--to
Performing Dog Show.
Clarisse stopped by a deserted store front.
"Go ahead now, Clinton, Hurry up! If a Policeman sees you-going, we'll
get a ticket and he may want' to see your License," She giggled. "And
I'd hate to have to pick you up at the Pound!"
Hating every second of this, I did my business there on the street and
we continued on our way, Clarisse chatting gaily.
"You know that gentleman who paid to watch you go down on me last week?
Well he was asking me the other day what it's like making it with a dog!
I think he's interested in you, Fifi!
"Oh, don't panic, I haven't told him for sure that I would, but you know
you're going to have to think about that. I mean, even after this stuff
wears off and we get you out of that costume, you'll still have no money
and no clothes, and no way to make yourself look a bit less feminine!
And knowing how you want to keep everything on a Professional Basis, I
just couldn't loan you anything!
"I mean, I guess I could hire you out to some friends of mine, and they
might let you have a coat and a pair of shoes to work the street, but
they're terribly demanding about money! Chances are they'd just put you
naked in a window, somewhere and let the customers take turns with you!
"So I guess you'll want to stay with me for awhile until you earn enough
to leave. I can always use a submissive harem-girl type for some of the
kinkier boys, and I must say you'd be quite attractive in one of those
see-through veils, with your hair dyed black and your skin a cute
golden-brown! I'll have to think about it!
"But now it's almost our turn to go on. Remember all your little turns
and skips, Fifi darling! Don't make me crack the whip too much!
"And while you're going through your act, I want you to think about how
you wanted to keep our relationship Strictly Business, and where it's
gotten you.
"And where it's going to get you!"
thEnd!
Arisha
- 09.02.2023
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