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My Night Terror Life Story Description: This story described a forced physical transformation as well as forced sex. The final Chapter (8) also contains bestiality so if not interested in that, please skip from Chapter 7 to the Conclusion! Introduction: I've finally been given more (albeit still limited) freedom, so I'm taking this time to try and document what's happened to me; what's still happening to me. Hopefully I can keep my writing hidden from my holders. My life can only be described as a real-life nightmare. I'll start at the beginning. Chapter 1: I was a young, fresh out of high school average guy. Except that I'd hung around the wrong people in high school and got hooked on light drug use, and heavy gambling. It started with online poker. Nothing too bad. But eventually that wasn't enough, and I moved to sports and horse betting, neither of which were technically legal in my state, so I made connections to make my bets. My debt quickly outpaced my limited earnings (I'd never been the brightest in school, so my jobs were nothing glamorous). I'd been smacked around a few times for unpaid debts. Nothing too serious. Busted lip here, black eye there. Eventually I'd found ways to get the cash (I'm not proud, but I did commit light theft / shoplifting to cover some of it). But I still couldn't kick the habit. Eventually I guess they realized my debt was so high I'd never be able to cover it, and that was the last straw. A few decades ago, they'd probably have just whacked me, to send a message to other degenerate gamblers; you don't pay, you die. Perhaps unfortunately for me, in today's day and age (we're past the 2050s now), humans have a ... unique value. Black market slavery has risen up due to widespread automation, and a certain "taste" for real flesh and blood. A sexual appetite if you will. I had been out at one of my typical hole in the wall dingy bars, drinking away my depression about yet another lost bet. Someone must have slipped something into my drink, because the last thing I recalled before waking up, was feeling extremely sleepy, and someone catching me as I fell back off my bar stool. I woke up with a pounding headache, and freezing. I'd been stripped down to my boxer briefs, with my scrawny frame doing little to warm my body in what appeared to be a cold dark cellar. I'd always had high metabolism, so putting on weight was near impossible. I was 5'7" and maybe 150 lbs on my heaviest days. I let my eyes adjust and examined my surroundings. There was a cot in the corner with a mattress and thin worn sheet. A gross looking bucket, which I could only assume was used for a bathroom. The walls and floor were stone. There was a heavy steel door, which I quickly learned was bolted shut from the outside. There were no windows. I was stuck. Over the course of the next week or two, I was "enlightened" as to my situation. My debt had become so enormous that "they" had determined they now owned me. They'd calculated what my likely lifetime earnings would be based on my career path so far, and it was far less than the debt owed. In their minds, I could never pay them back. So this is how they'd be reimbursed. I was given only vegetables, nuts, occasional milk, and vitamins. I was constantly hungry, but my cries for more food went unheard. I learned to piss and crap in the bucket since the only other option was to just go on the floor, but at least they emptied out the bucket daily. I didn't want to be stuck with the smell of shit and piss in my "cell." I will say I did originally try to put up a fight, but aside from already not being very strong, the limited diet had made me much weaker. I could feel my muscles become smaller and overall just felt weak and feeble. I was no match for my generally strong guards. Over time I'd hear other "prisoners"; I now knew I wasn't the only one. I even heard female voices from time to time. They must have dozens of us down here. I schemed up ways to escape but could never come up with anything promising. That doesn't mean I didn't try. I did. Several times I tried to run. But I was always caught, and warned that I was only making it harder on myself; that they had ways to make sure I did as I was told. Chapter 2: A couple months after my abduction, the nightmare truly began. I was dragged to an elevator, up a few floors, and out into what appeared to be a hospital wing. It was blindingly bright compared to the dim dungeon. I was brought into a room with an operating table in the middle and wrist/ankle straps. I began freaking out and fought with all my will, but it wasn't enough. I was too weak. I was laid flat on my back, my wrists and ankles strapped tight. Another strap was wrapped around my abdomen, also tight. I wouldn't move at all aside from my neck/head. What the fuck are they doing to me, I thought to myself. I began screaming for help; yelling anything. SOMEONE had to hear and come save me. But the guards just sighed, and grabbed a ball gag, placed it in my mouth and tightened it behind my head. My cries were now nothing more than a muffled moan. A group of personnel in medical scrubs and masks entered the room. They didn't even bother addressing me. They immediately got down to business. I overheard one of the guards tell the other that they'd instructed the doctors not to knock me out for this "first part" as payback for me throwing a bucket of shit at them last week (it's true, I did). Now I wished I hadn't. The lead doctor grabbed a purple marker and approached me. I was still clueless as he brought the marker to my skin just below my chest and made two small lines under each of my pecs. What was about to happen had never even been a consideration to me. But it started to come together slowly. The doctor consulted with the other medical staff for a few minutes as they evaluated my body. Lots of nodding and agreement. The broke their huddle and the doctor went to a cabinet to the side. He returned to the table with what looked to me like two small round jellyfish. Each about 3 inches tall and about 5 inches in diameter. My heart began racing. "Nah Doc," one of the guards said. "That can't be right; our boss said this bitch deserves the good stuff." The doctor replied, "These are what's on the order form so I will need to call up and get official approval." The guard nodded in agreement, and the doctor went to the phone in the corner. I couldn't hear the conversation but my heart sunk as I saw the doctor nod, return to the table and pick up the round jellyfish looking pouches. He returned to the cabinet and put them away. He then reached to a lower shelf and came back to the operating table with pouches that were at least 3 times in size. they jiggled in his hand as he walked. They were nearly flat on one side, and large and round on the other. These ones had to be 5-6 inches tall, and 6-7 inches in diameter. I could tell they were heavier than the others too; filled with some clearish jelly-type substance. I tried screaming out buy the gag prevented any significant sound from escaping. I strained at my restraints to no avail, as the doctor placed the implants on the table beside me, and picked up a needle. The guards snickered as the needle's contents with emptied into each of my pecs. Seconds later, the doctor poked me with a sharp object to determine if I could feel anything. I couldn't. I'd been numbed. He then picked up a scalpel and began to drag it slowly below my right pec. I couldn't feel it, but I unfortunately was able to watch in horror as it happened. Blood dripped from the open slit in my chest, as one of the nurses dabbed it away. I could my skin expand as the doctor reached into the slit with his gloved hand and pushed it up away from my body. It was clear that he was trying to make room. I felt nauseous knowing what was happening. Once he felt he'd opened up enough area inside, he went to the table and picked up one of the clear implants and brought it to the slit. For the first time, he addressed me: "Just breathe." And just like that, he began to push it in. The implant was somewhat tear drop shaped, with the smaller part of it going in first, toward the top of my chest. That part wasn't too bad, but as the rest of the large projected implant was pushed into the cavity, the pressure began to mount. My skin began to feel stretched, while at the same time, my ribs felt like they were being sat on by a sumo wrestler. I didn't want to, but I looked down and freaked out when I saw the implant was only halfway in. I closed my eyes as he continued to stuff it into me. My right lung felt like it was going to collapse and even through the numbness, it felt like my skin was going to tear. Finally, all movement stopped. The compressed feeling and tightness of the skin remained, but the implant was no longer being pushed. They stuffed some gauze under that "breast", and began cutting open my other one. This time, when they began pushing the large implant into my second "breast", it was too much to look down and see two giant mounds on my chest; not to mention the suffocating feeling. I blacked out. I awoke in a hospital bed, still restrained. The tightness and now heaviness pressing down on my chest still remained. I was wearing a hospital gown so I couldn't see the full damage, but the gown was elevated like a tent as my new "breasts" pushed it out. I could even see small nipple buds poking at the gown in the middle of each breast. It didn't stop there though. I could feel bandages wrapped fully around my head and neck. I tried to yell out but my mouth was wired shut. No one ever discussed what they'd done, with me. I was stuck alone, with only my thoughts. Trapped to this bed. Nutrition was provided by an IV. No foods. I felt myself growing weaker each day, if that was even possible. Finally, after weeks of agony and entrapment. A team of doctors and the two guards from the surgery, approached my bed. It was revealing time. My gown was removed and my breasts evaluated. The doctors seemed pleased. I obviously wasn't. I had what looked like Double D breasts attached to my chest. Because of the limited food intake, my body was otherwise extremely thin. I'd always called chicks that looks like this, tits on a stick. Now that was me. Ugh. But it didn't stop there. They then removed the bandages from my face. They spent 15minutes analyzing several things about my face. I still didn't know what. Until they finally presented me with a mirror, at which point I realized they'd done quite a bit more after I'd blacked out. Looking back in the mirror, was a different person. Not an average looking 20-year-old guy, but instead I saw a slender soft looking girl who looked not a day older than 18. Her nose was small and thin, with a slight upturn. Her eyes were big and sparkling blue. Her lips pouty and soft. I small thin chin and perfect cheekbones. I didn't want to believe it but the reality hit when I tried to open my mouth but couldn't, and saw she too was wearing a jaw harness, keeping her mouth wired shut. What the fuck had they done to me. They saw my distress with the harness and advised me that they'd take it off if I would not yell; that yelling could potentially permanently damage my voice due to the surgery and that they'd have to put the harness back on indefinitely. That didn't make sense to me yet, but I wanted the harness off if anything so I could eat real food. I nodded. The harness was removed and I moved my jaw around, it was quite sore, as was the rest of my face. I started to question "why did you..." I stopped in horror. It wasn't my voice. It was a high-pitched squeak of a young freshman co-ed. For the hundredth time since the start of this ordeal, my heart dropped. "Yes, this is your new voice. Get used to it, because it is permanent." I passed out again. Chapter 3: I awoke in a recovery room. This time, no restraints. I was given small amounts of solid food and was able to move about within the room at my own leisure. I was happy to find that they hadn't messed with my private parts. Still had my twig and berries. I was then moved to what I was told was my official bedroom for the indefinite future. It was filled with pinks and whites. The door only locked from the outside and I was locked in at all times aside from doctor checkups. I'd received injections into my scalp that made my hair grow at a fast pace, and always silky strawberry blonde. I was not given scissors so had to deal with increasingly long hair. I began keeping it in a pony tail at all times to keep it out of my face. I was also given fairly extensive dental work and whitening. My teeth were now perfectly aligned, large and attractive, and blindingly white. My room was filled with only feminine items to stay entertained. The only reading material were books on how to act and look feminine. How to please a man. Magazines about sex from a female perspective. The joys of receiving anal (gross) and giving blowjobs (double gross). The TV channels only showed mind-numbing material; reality shows, soap operas, dating shows, etc. Movies were all chick flicks. They luckily did have a porno channel, but all the content was from a female Point of View. I had no other choice than to partake in all of this material though, purely out of boredom. There was literally nothing else to do. I'd slowly gotten used to walking with my giant breasts seemingly always pulling me forward. My voice still freaked me out. My closet was filled with all types of feminine outfits. Dresses, skirts, blouses, lounge clothes, tank tops, underwear, and dozens of shoes including high heels, wedges, platforms, etc. I made sure to always wear the single pair of sneakers that were there, even if they were pink. No way I was being caught in heels. I wasn't content with this situation. I was still a man inside, and wanted nothing more to escape and to find someone to reverse this nightmare. That desire however would be my downfall. I'd always paid attention to the guards locking the door. One day, they failed to do so. I peeked out. The hall was empty. I quickly slipped out and began looking for an exit. I saw one at the end of the hall and began making my way. Halfway to the door, I heard voices behind me. They would be coming around the corner any second now. I began running, cursing myself for refusing to wear a bra out of principle; my breasts were slamming up and down, throwing off my balance. I made it to the door just before the guards rounded the corner. I caught my breath in the stairwell. This was the first time I'd run with breasts and damn it was horrible. They bounce up and down like crazy! I can't wait to get rid of these, I thought. But I didn't have time to linger. Suddenly an alarm began sounding. Damnit I must've left the door open or something, I thought to myself. I began running down the stairs, again, my breasts bouncing uncomfortably up and down. It didn't take long for them to catch me. I'd learn that there were cameras EVERYWHERE, so as soon as I left my room, they knew my every move. I thought things were bad now, but they were about to get worse. Chapter 4: I was again strapped into a surgical chair. Wrists, legs, and even my head were strapped tight, prohibiting movement. I was told that due to my unwillingness to accept my new situation and perform my duties voluntarily, they were taking away the ability for me to make that decision at all. I was put under and when I awoke, there a sharp pain in my temple. They had no problem explaining what this surgery had entailed. According to the doctor, I now had a small implant placed in my brain. Technology had advanced so far by this point that this device could be programmed to completely control a person's actions and behavior. Movement, responses; everything except the consciousness. They followed this explanation by providing a demonstration. I was taken back to my room, where on my eating table, were 3 items. On the left looked like some type of animal liver (cooked thank god, but still, ew). In the middle was a raw onion. On the right was a slice of fresh pizza. I hadn't eaten pizza in months, since before the abduction. My mouth was watering. The doctor tapped away at his tablet he was holding, as I continued to dream of eating that piece of pizza. My restraints were released and I was instructed to go eat 1 of the 3 items in front of me. Easy choice, I thought as I gladly moved forward toward the pizza. But wait... I wasn't moving toward the pizza. In my mind I began freaking out as my body happily approached the liver. I looked in horror as my small soft hand reached down and casually picked up the piece of liver and placed it in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but I had no control. I chewed and chewed and chewed. I could still taste it, and it tasted gross. But I couldn't stop as I licked both my fingers and soft puffy lips. I even said "mmm tasty" in my high-pitched voice. The doctor tapped away and I felt a sort of relief. I was able to move at will again. I backed away from the table, starting to make inadvertent gagging noises. "We just wanted to show you that you no longer have any control, if we don't want you to. You've shown you don't deserve it; both with your gambling habits, and your unwillingness to cooperate here. Now you will be FORCED to cooperate" the doctor said. To further prove his point, he tapped away again before I could yell out for him to stop, and my body returned to the table, picked up the raw onion and took a bite with a crunch, as if biting into an apple. Again, I wanted to throw up but my body wouldn't let me. I even licked the onion, almost as if in a sexual manner. Ughhhh... They took the pizza, released the control over me, and left the room. I laid down in my bed and cried myself to sleep. Chapter 5: The demonstrations, or conditioning as they called it, continued for weeks. Some examples included me laying down in bed, turning on the porn channel, and masturbating to videos of chicks giving blowjobs (again, from the female point of view). For hours I was forced to stroke my cock to the visual of a mouth sucking down a large cock. Licking it. Being shot in the face by it. Swallowing it whole. I wanted to be sick, but instead the programming forced me to moan in pleasure, and even massage my tits/nipples. My mind was still that of a straight heterosexual man, disgusted by the thought of giving a man a blowjob, while my body was aching for it, wishing it could devour a cock. The best way to describe it is that of a Night Terror; where you partially wake up from sleep but can't move. You're conscious but have no control over your body. That was me. Fully conscious but with no control. For months I was conditioned with the porn. Conditioned to wear sexy clothing and lingerie; to want to dress sexy and turn on other men. They even finally let me out into the real world, confident in their technology not to fail and for me to escape. It became evident I was not their first subject. They'd perfected this. Against my minds will, I got dressed for an afternoon out followed by a night on the town. I slipped on a small red lace thong, and a matching push up red lace bra. They'd even conditioned me to learn how to tuck my penis, which was now fairly small anyways. You couldn't even tell I had one, with my thong pulled up. I then pulled on a tight white with red floral pattern sundress that flared out as it went past my waist, and stopped just above my knees. Tall "cute" wedges followed. I was given some cash and driven to the town center. First stop, was the nail salon. Just know that everything that follows was against my minds will. I tried with every ounce to stop it. I felt sick inside, but my body was no longer mine to control. Every action was agonizing to me internally. I walked into the salon and advised I wanted a full set of acrylics. I didn't even know what that meant! The nail tech nodded and walked me over to her station. I sat down across from her still not knowing what to expect. She then asked what type I wanted and I said "French; white with square tips." She nodded again. Length? "I want to turn some heads this evening so let's make em long" I said with a wink. Yuck. She buffed and prepped my natural nails, then began gluing on the tips. They were exactly as described, long, white and square. After that, she trimmed and filed them, followed by spreading acrylic across both my natural nail bed and the fake tips. She buffed them out and applied a clear coat. I now had what I could only describe as pornstar nails. I wanted to tear them off but instead said "oh gosh they're perfect!", paid, and left. After that was the hair salon with my hair was slightly styled into loose curls. What I described to the stylist as "as flirty as possible." And that they were. At the makeup salon they affixed long fake lashes, some blush and glossy lipstick. It was getting late, and while I wanted nothing more than to go home and take all this gross stuff off, "I" had other ideas. I took a cab to the district known for its night life. Bars, dancing clubs, etc. I internally groaned as I reached into my clutch purse, took out too large silver hoop earrings, and inserted them into each ear. I could feel them pulling down on my lobes. Wearing earrings was something I'd never get used to... but now here I was. I entered the first bar, where I did plenty of flirting to get free drinks. I wanted to roll my eyes as I casually pulled the top of my dress down just enough for the large pushed up mounds of my breasts to peek over the top. The drinks flowed freely and quickly. Even in my mind now, I could feel the buzz of the alcohol. I moved on to a dance club where I befriend a few other girls and we hit the dance floor. We'd all had plenty of alcohol from desperate guys hitting on us, and we grinded on each other. One by one, we were approached by an attractive guy (in their eyes, not mine) and whisked away to dance. It took me awhile to realize I was grinding on a guy; I probably only noticed because his hands reach around and began groping stomach. I wanted to run, but instead I reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him even tighter into my ass that I was grinding on his crotch. I could feel his cock throbbing through his pants as it rubbed between my cheeks. The song ended and I could feel myself reach back, take his hand and pull him to one of the private rooms upstairs. I was wasted at this point but it's not like I had any control regardless. I pushed him back onto a couch and immediately dropped down in front of him, onto my knees. He put his hands behind his head with a smile on his face, clearly pleased with this slutty chick ready to devour him. And he was right. My slender hands with their long manicured nails reached up and quickly unzipped his trousers. His cock flew out immediately, still erect. I grabbed it and could feel its warmth in my hand. For the first time in my life, I was touching a cock that wasn't my own. But it didn't stop there. I began stroking it, feeling his pre-cum lubricate the shaft. I leaned forward and pressed the tip against my lips, then took it in, beginning my first ever blowjob. Apparently, the conditioning had worked because my body had learned plenty of tricks. With my tongue, with my hands, etc. I even pulled down the top of my dress and bra, and guided his hand to my heavy breasts now flopped out and waiting to be groped. He massaged them and moaned as I sped up my strokes/sucking. When I felt he was close, I withdrew his cock, while still slowly stroking it with my hand. I then approached closer and guided his cock between my two large melons. They were so big that it was tight between them. I pushed them together even tighter on each side, with my hands, and moved them up and down with his cock stuck between them. Faster and faster. I moaned in forced "pleasure" as he couldn't take it anymore and released his seed. It shot warmly all over my upper chest and neck. I could feel myself dripping from my thong. Ugh gross. I wanted to puke. But instead I thanked him, cleaned up and gave him a big fat kiss with my soft puffy glossed lips. He just laid back defeated as I got up to leave. As I was exiting, he quickly realized he should ask for my number, but I looked back, winked, and left. I called a driver from the tower (the name of the building I'd given my "prison") and was driven back. Once back locked in my room, the control was released and I rushed to the shower. I scrubbed all the cum off my body, along with the makeup, lashes, etc. I tried like hell to get the nails off, but with no nail remover and no scissors, they were stuck on for now. I did throw up several times out of disgust for having a cock in my mouth. My life was truly a nightmare. Chapter 7: Unfortunately, the dance club night was tame comparatively to some that would follow. I continued to try resisting and escaping but each time was met with more punishment. I was rented out to a fraternity where I "willingly" had a train run on my asshole (which was sore for days after), I was provided as an escort for rich businessmen or politicians; all types of things that I hated but couldn't resist. One night I was "lent" out to a late-night business party. Of course, it was men only, late, with alcohol, and in a conference room. I was dressed like a stripper: white platform heels, a tiny white mini skirt, and a super tight white bustier/corset, pushing my tits as far up as they'd possibly go. My makeup was done to look like a pornstar; extremely dark eye makeup with ultra-long lashes, and rosy cheeks/lips. And I wasn't the only "girl" there. Another "girl" (she still had a dick too), showed up. The men cheered us on and threw money at us while we made out on the conference room table, and moved onto pleasuring each other's cocks, including a period of 69 position. One of the men brought out a long and thick double ended dildo and we gladly each took one end, lubed it up and kneed on all fours, ass to ass. The men cheered and hollered as we rammed into each other's asses; the dildo penetrating deep into our anus with each thrust. We moaned in pleasure as some of the men fondled our large breasts swaying back and forth beneath us. It was degrading but as much as I wanted to, I couldn't force my body to stop participating. There must have been a condition to the rental because none of the men penetrated us themselves. It was purely a show between to "girls." We gathered up the money at the end, thanked the men, and went on our way. Back to my tower. Back to my room where control was released and I repeated my purge process (scrub/shower, puke, cry, etc). Chapter 8: It all came to a head when I attempted my final escape. This would be the straw that broke my will to fight. I was told I was being rented out for a high dollar fetish performance and that they would continue finding ways to break me, if this one didn't. I had no idea what to expect, but as always, I had no control. I was dressed in a full bodysuit, although one that lacked any material covering my breasts, or my ass. From neck to ankle, I was completely covered by this rubber/latex/leather (I still don't know women's materials well), except my breasts were fully hanging out, and my ass was fully exposed. I pulled on black high heeled boots, and black long sleeve gloves, matching the material of the bodysuit. It did seem like a fetish outfit to me. I was even outfitted with a collar; almost like a dog collar. My long hair was pulled back tight into a top ponytail. Could a fetish outting like this really be as bad as some of the other stuff I'd endured? I'd soon find out the answer was a resounding yes. This time, a handler attended the event with me. He affixed a leash to my collar as we pulled up to a mansion. Instead of pulling up to the front door where most of the cars were arriving, we were instructed to pull around back where the "entertainment" could be dropped off. As we exited the vehicle, the handler forced me to the ground and turned off the "control." "You get to exert some of your own self-control for this one" he said. I seemed to notice a slight snicker in his voice. "Now crawl on all fours to that door like the bitch you are." Before I could move, he slipped a ball gag over my mouth and pulled it tight. I couldn't complain even if I'd wanted to. I knew that if I disobeyed, he'd turn the control back on and force me to do it anyways. So, while humiliating, I crawled to one of the back doors, as he kept the leash tight. It pulled on my collar which was also extremely tight. We entered a dark room and my heart began racing as I saw a bunch of small cages. "Get in bitch" he said as he shoved me into one of them. They were barely large enough for me to move in. I felt trapped like a dog in a kennel. I could hear a large party going on in an adjacent room. Lots of chatting and cheering. I was feeling cramped and in agony when finally, a door opened. It wasn't the handler; it was someone dressed in a tux. "Here little doggy" he said as he opened the cage. "You're on." He guided me by the collar as I followed him into the adjacent room. What I saw was increasingly strange. I was led into what I can only describe as a small rodeo ring, or at least that's the only similar thing I can think of. It was about 20ftx20ft with 5-6 ft walls all around it. I guess I assumed this is what dog fighting rings looked like. The floor of it was dirt. And around all the walls were dozens of people all dressed up, drinking and merry. As I entered the ring, I was given a round of applause. I was instructed to do a lap for all to see my gorgeous tight body with the huge melons hanging below. There was plenty of hooting and hollering. Then it took a strange turn. "Alright, taking bets on how long this bitch lasts. Make your bets now; her partner joins us in 1 minute!" What the fuck? Partner? How long I last doing what? I felt a sudden loss of control. Shit, the handler activated it again. I felt my body lean down forward, my tits now brushing against the rough dirt floor. My ass now presented up and high. I could feel my asshole wide open as a cool air breezed against it. I had no control to stop it. I even began wagging my ass back and forth as if "asking for it." That seemed to increase the bet chatter. Suddenly the control was released and I quickly lowered my ass and took a more conservative position. I tried standing up but found I couldn't. Apparently, the handler was able to prohibit certain actions while allowing all others. "Bets closed!" the lead announcer stated. "Welcome to the ring, our featured stud of the night, Lancelot!" Curious I looked around, and saw a short access door open; a different one from the one I'd come through. But much to my horror, what emerged was not something I could have ever been prepared for it. It was a large, black and chocolate brown, dog. A fucking rottweiler. A big one at that. I actually literally feared for my life for the first time in a while. This thing could fucking eat me up. Literally. I backed away slowly, not wanting to agitate the beast. "Lancelot has been deprived female companionship for months and is rearing to go!" the announcer said excitedly. "Let's see if he takes to his new bitch!" Shit shit shit. What the fuck. I continued backing away, looking for an escape, but there was none. The dog strolled around the ring, taking in the surroundings; the people, the sounds, the smells. I could see two large balls hanging below him; he'd never been neutered. I knew I was in a bad spot. Suddenly the beast grew bored looking up at all the people, and caught notice of me, on all fours, at the other end of the ring. Again, I tried to stand up, but couldn't. I kept trying to back away but he moved quicker than I. He approached me and began sniffing all over. I kept turning as he moved around my body, not wanting him to see my open ass, knowing that's what these gross bastards were hoping he'd discover. But I could tell he was getting agitated by this game of "keep away." He began nudging me with his big snout, almost as if to knock me down. But I was staying strong. I was able to keep at it for a long time, enough that the audience started booing. But I wasn't going to give up. Or at least that's what I thought. I suddenly felt the loss of control come over me again. The handler was up to his dirty tricks again. Horror washed over me as I felt my body relax, widen my hips and present my ass up to the air again. The beast huffed, pleased with this turn of events, and approached around behind me, as he began sniffing my ass. First lightly, then more aggressively, clearly liking what he smelled. I could feel him move up closer on top of me. He began wrapping is front legs around my abdomen just as I felt the return of control wash over me. I realized now I could move on my own. I tried to lower my ass and crawl forward, but he had already wrapped his front legs tight, and he was strong. Probably 200 lbs strong. Compared to my week probably 110 lb self nowadays. I could feel him adjusting closer and closer. I finally felt a small object probing my ass cheeks, and knowing what it was, was enough to give me the energy to pull forward out of his grasp. I had control now. I could escape him, I thought. But he had other plans. I'd gotten a couple feet away before he ran over and pinned me. He'd learned his lesson this time and wasn't going to let me go. His front legs wrapped even tighter around my stomach, pulling my body back toward his lower "parts." Again, I could sense him adjusting closer and closer, the object probing my cheeks and finally finding the hole. With a quick pull back of his front legs, and a thrust of his pelvis, his slender dog cock rammed into my hole. Still having full control of my body, I screamed out, hoping someone would hear and save me. But the ball gag muffled everything. If anything, it sounded like a moan of pleasure to everyone else. I tried kicking him away but that only motivated him further. He began thrusting away faster and faster, as only a male who hadn't gotten off for months, could. I could feel his hot stinky breath over my shoulder. I could tell he was tensing up to blow his load inside me and he weakened his grip just enough for me to escape. I crawled away as fast as I could, not wanting dog cum inside my ass. I already wanted to puke. I was able to turn back around to keep my ass away from him. But this was a male on the edge of ecstasy. He was not going to be turned away. Not by a small little bitch like me. He smacked me around with his paw, and was even able to flip me over on my back with his strong snout, my breasts now pointing up toward the ceiling. He tried penetrating me again but the angle was too poor for him to reach my hole. Realizing this he smacked me several more times and was able to flip me over. I was growing fatigued, losing the ability to fight off this enormous beast. He finally raced around behind, and pinned me down hard, so that his paws were pushed down onto my back; my face and breasts pushed hard into the dirt, with my ass sticking high up into the air. That was all he needed. He quickly remounted me, to the sound of cheers and applause. The ramming continued. Fast, hard. Wet. I could hear and feel him panting as he finally reached climax, burying his cock and then seed, deep inside my asshole. I began lurching toward a puke when my body lost control yet again. The puke subsided and instead, my ass cheeks gyrated on the dog's cock as I reached back and pulled my cheeks open even more, showing him that I loved having him inside me. Now the handler was just humiliating me. But I had no control to stop him. The dog finally finished his explosion inside me, let out a deep sigh, and removed himself from on top of me. I wanted to cry, but instead my body closed its ass cheeks as if to try to keep the dogs seed inside indefinitely. The rest of the evening was a blur; I think I blocked it from my memory best I could. Conclusion (for now....) The following day I was advised that last night's encounter was one of many possible solutions to getting me to succumb to their will. And that there were most assuredly worse encounters they could come up with. It probably worked. I was broken. I never wanted to go through that again. I slowly began accepting my fate. I still could never willingly have sex with men; they still forced that upon me. But I no longer try to escape. I know now that I'm destined to be their sex slave. Forever.