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                                     Mary and Carl

                                  Chapter 1

Mary

     I was born with the name of Mary Ellen Murphy.  My Parents were blue collar workers and good Catholics.  They sacrificed to send me to a good Catholic School where I became an excellent student.  In my junior year of high school I started dating Carl Johnson.  He was a star athlete in our small school although he probably would no have made any team in one of the big public schools.  

     Carl was my first love and I fell hard for him.  We went steady until Christmas of our senior year, when we became engaged to be married.  I proudly wore my small diamond ring everywhere.   Carl did not go out for baseball that spring and got a job at an auto parts store.  He saved his money and we got married a month after graduating from High School.  We were both virgins on our wedding night.

     While I had won a Scholarship at the University of Colorado and eagerly awaited the intellectual challenges ahead of me, Carl was satisfied to work in the parts store.  I had not realized how little ambition he possessed. 

     Carl wanted us to start having children but I got on the birth control pill.  I insisted that I had to get my education first.  I had straight A’s in my two years of pre-law studies and then went to Law School at Denver University.  It was a highly regarded law school but very expensive.  I had taken Spanish in high school and advanced courses in that language in College.  I wanted to work in international business law.

     Carl took a second job working Saturday nights as a bartender to raise extra money for us.  We took Spring Break trips to Mexico where we enjoyed the beaches and I could use my Spanish skills.  By going straight through the summers I was able to graduate from law school early.  I studied for and easily passed the Bar exams.  I took a job with a small law firm that did some business with Mexican firms to get experience.  Carl was very proud of me but I now owed over $100,000 in student loans and knew I would have to earn a lot of money to pay off such monumental debt.

     After working a year in the small firm I took the money from our vacation fund and went to Las Vegas to attend a symposium on international business.  This trip was to be the turning point in my life. 

     At the end of the three day symposium a man approached me and told me that Mister Phillips wanted to talk with me about a great opportunity for my future.  He led me to the private elevator which we took to the penthouse suite.  My guide led me into an opulent office where I met the famous John Phillips.  He was a very rich and powerful man.  I felt highly honored that he wanted to talk with me.

     Mr. Phillips was in his early 40’s and quite handsome and well dressed.  He had a Van Dyke beard and had a commanding presence about him.  He had me sit in a chair facing his desk and then said, ?Mary Johnson I watched your performance during the symposium and also gathered some information about you.  You are highly qualified and I think you should come to work for me.?  I was surprised by his direct approach and mentioned that I already had a job.  He then laughed and said, ?That penny ante outfit is no place for a lady of your talents.?  I will start you out at a salary of $25,000 a month and if you work out as well as I think you will that will quickly increase.?  There was no way I was going to turn down so much money.  That would be $300,000 a year!  I told him I would love to work for him.

     He asked if I had brought my passport with me.  I told him I had it in my purse.  He smiled and said, ?Very good, we will be taking the company jet to Mexico first thing in the morning.  I took the liberty of having your things moved into my guest room.  We have a lot to discuss and might as well start during supper.?  He led me out to the eating area as waiters were waiting to serve us.  We toasted to our new venture with glasses of wine. 

     Over supper he told me his plans.  He had bought a marginally profitable company that had a respected brand name and planned on moving it soon to Mexico to take advantage of the cheaper labor there.  I was to negotiate with the government officials there to make sure we had a profitable arrangement. 

My fluent Spanish would be a big asset as I could negotiate with them in their own language. 

     After supper Mr. Phillips had some ladies come to his suite with some expensive outfits for me to try on.  As I modeled each outfit for my new boss, he selected the ones he liked best.  All together I wound up with 12 new outfits which he paid for and had them packed and delivered to his plane.  This man knew how to turn a young girl’s head.  I was very impressed by the way he made things happen.  It turned out he owned the hotel and casino we were in.  It was only one of his many businesses. 

     It was late when I finally went to sleep in my luxurious room.  I felt like I was living a dream.  I was soaring with eagles and going to make more money than I ever dreamed of.  I knew I would do my best for Mr. Phillips.

     The next morning we were carried to the private terminal in a limousine which made me feel like a movie star.  We boarded the Gulfstream Bizjet without having to pass through security.  The rich lived well.  On the flight from Las Vegas to Juarez I was given the plans for the building that was to be built to house our new operation.  I was already planning my negotiating strategy.  I had some ideas that I was sure would please Mr. Phillips. 

     We were met by a limousine when we landed and waved through customs by the officers there.  I suspected they had been well paid to accommodate Mr. Phillips and his guests.  We were taken to a luxury suite in the finest hotel in the city.  Mr. Phillips told me, ?We want to make a good impression on the officials.  They must know you are somebody important.?  He added, ?Due to your young age they will think they can take advantage of a young girl.  I know you will let them think they are but maneuver them to our advantage.  I leave the details to you.?  He spent the night in the master bedroom of the suite and left in the morning.  I was on my own and decided to be successful no matter what it took.

                                 Chapter 2

Mary

     When Mr. Phillips left it dawned on me that Carl had expected me to be home last night.  I called his cell phone.  He was at work so I just told him I had taken a new job and was now in Mexico.  I would explain more later on but to be glad since I was making a lot of money.   I hung up on him.  I’d let him wonder a bit before I told him what was going on.

     In the first week I set up the new corporation based in Mexico with myself as director.  I also had my first meeting with the Governor.  After I gave him a bribe thinly disguised as a consulting fee we got down to serious negotiations.  At the end of my first month I had managed to get the Governor to put up $10,000,000 of local funds to build a new building for our company to lease.  We were to pay $1,000,000 a year for at least 20 years.  The beauty of this deal was that since the building was owned by the government we would pay no property taxes.  They would also supply armed security guards for us.  A little known clause in our agreement designated me an official of the Mexican government tasked with bringing new business to their country.  As such any money I made here would be tax free to me.  The Governor was convinced the 1000 well paid jobs for his people made our deal very attractive. 

     With the Governor on our team the building proceeded quickly.  In the USA just getting the necessary permits would have taken months.  I made arrangements to have a nursery school built on the property.  Women with children could have free day care while they worked in our factory.  We would pay workers $1/hour which was twice the local average wage for those who had jobs.  We would pay them for 48 hours and work them 40 hours.  Those with ambition could attend our company classes and get more education with those extra 8 hours and work their way up to higher paying positions.  Supervisors would earn $5/hour but were picked to be very loyal to the company.  Any person they heard talking negative or mentioning unions was to be quickly fired.  Mexican labor laws were nearly nonexistent. 

NAFTA had opened up a grand opportunity for us.

     The Mexican government was delighted to have high paying jobs for a lot of people.  Female workers were to be paid the same as men which they loved as it raised their status to nearly equal to that of the macho men.  The local merchants lost some help to our higher paying jobs, but their customers had more money to spend.  Our company would cut its labor costs drastically and make much greater profits.  We could hire a worker here for a week for less than a union worker in the Detroit area cost us for an hour of work.  As a result we hired more workers than needed and absences were minimal.  Our benefit package included 2 weeks paid vacations which were unknown to most of our employees.  I even made arrangements with some of the luxury hotels for our employees to get cheap vacations there.  Most of those places went to minimal staff in the summer since the Americano guests came in the winter when it was cold where they lived.  Our employees could reserve a week at one of those luxury establishments and for a short time live in luxury.  I also set up a monthly company party for our employees on Sunday afternoons.  Games for the children and tequila and dancing for the adults along with a barbeque.  I felt it was important to make the workers think of the company as a family. 

     When the building was finished, workers hired and trained the machinery was moved from the old building in Detroit to Juarez.  In less than three months we had a building running at full production and running smoothly.  Mr. Phillips had checked on me every week or so but now came to inspect our operation.  That night in our suite in the hotel he said, ?I knew I could count on you young lady.  You did a magnificent job here.  I am giving you a bonus and raising your salary.?  He handed me an envelope.  I thanked him sweetly and he went on to tell me, ?You will be paid by the corporation and if you stay in Mexico the USA cannot tax the money you make here.  I noticed the slick way you maneuvered yourself into a tax free status here.  I can suggest some offshore banks to keep your money safe and earn good interest.?  We had a nice meal served in our suite and sipped some very expensive wine.  I was quickly getting used to such regal treatment.  When I opened the envelope there was a check for $200,000 and a certificate for 100,000 shares of the company stock.  That was the same amount of stock we had agreed to give the Mexican government in lieu of taxes.   I was suddenly a lot richer than I had been before meeting Mr. Phillips.

                                  Chapter 3

Carl

     My wife Mary had worked hard to get through law school and we had drifted apart due to her dedication.  We seemed to have little togetherness time now.  I started going out with the boys after work to have a few beers.  It was natural for me to flirt with the girls in the bar. 

     Mary had taken the money we were saving to go on a vacation and used it to go to a conference of attorneys in Las Vegas.  She said she would be gone for a week and in a way I was glad to have my freedom for the time she was gone.  I went to the bar every night after work and even brought one of the wilder girls home to spend the night with me.  I had married way too young and now had a chance to experience other women.  I made the most of this opportunity.

      Sunday night Mary was due home and I spent some time checking the house to make sure there was no evidence of my indiscretions left behind for Mary to find.  Mary did not come home at all that night nor did I hear from her.  The nerve of that bitch!

     Monday Morning I got up, showered and got ready to go to work,   my job at the AutoZone was enjoyable to me.  I knew how to locate any part somebody might want.  I was in line to become an assistant manager of the store I worked in.  I was busy unloading a bunch of tailpipes and mufflers from a supply truck when my cell phone rang.  It was a call from Mary and she told me that she had taken a new job and was now in Mexico.  She gave me no details but said she was going to make a lot of money.  She told me she would call me Friday evening and hung up on me.

     I was angry all day at the way Mary was treating me.  When I got off of work I called Becky the girl I had brought home twice the previous week.  I took her out dancing and convinced her to move in with me temporarily.  I was too young a man to be sleeping alone.  After all I was a man and had needs.

     As the weeks turned into months with Mary still busy in Mexico, Becky was more of a wife to me than Mary was.  When Mary called on Friday evenings she seemed to be preoccupied with other things.  She was transferring $2000 a week into our checking account so Becky and I had plenty of money to play with.  Life was sweet indeed.

     After three months of wild partying and sex filled nights my fling with Becky came to a sudden stop.  When I entered my apartment after getting off work, I was shocked to see a tall black man sitting at my table with Becky.  I asked him, ?Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my apartment??  He stood up and said, ?I am Jamal and Becky is my woman.?  He towered over me and was very intimidating.  He told me, ?Normally I would kill a wimp like you for messing with my woman but Becky told me that you supported her while I was in jail and were a fun toy to play with.  You also resemble the white boy who was my bitch in jail.  I have my reputation to uphold and cannot just ignore you using my woman, so I have come up with three choices for you to pick from.  First choice is for me to kill you, the second would be for me to castrate you, third choice is for you to beg me sweetly to fuck you and make you my bitch.  It makes little difference to me which choice you make.? 

     Jamal was very serious and I was terrified of him and what he might do to me.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folding straight razor which he flipped open.  He said, ?A quick slash of your corroted arteries and it will be over quickly for you.   Or the castration will be more painful and permanent.  As My bitch you will serve me totally until I decide you are no longer wanted.  You have to 3 minutes to decide.  Becky turned over the egg timer and I stared at the hourglass as the sand drained from top to bottom. 

     My life, my balls or my manly pride one had to be lost.  I decided to live and when the 3 minutes was up I meekly asked, ?Jamal would you please fuck me and make me your bitch??  He smiled and said, ?Ask me like you know you cannot live without me bitch.?  He finally had me kneeling in front of him and praying for him to fuck me.  He had made me beg him for 30 minutes before he told me, ?Go make yourself pretty for me and then you may get your wish.  Becky will help you.?

     Jamal wanted to degrade me completely by making me feminine but I knew that was better than death.  I walked naked to the bathroom followed by Becky.  This girl who had shacked up with me for over 3 months was a partner to Jamal in their mission to make me a sissy bitch,

     Over the next half hour Becky shaved my body smooth, applied makeup to my face and painted my nails bright red.  She had been telling me how I should please Jamal to be the bitch he wanted to keep for a while.  She made it very clear to me that it was the only way I could stay alive.  She sprayed me with some perfume and sent me out to present myself to my owner.  I was as nervous as a new bride as I went back into the living room where Jamal sat on my couch drinking a beer.

     I was kneeling before him and I meekly asked, ?Master Jamal will you please make me a bitch??  He smiled and asked, ?Is that your true desire little one??  I replied, ?Yes it is Master.  I have made myself pretty to please you.?  Jamal stood up and told me, ?You may undress me bitch.?  As I removed each article of his clothing I folded it neatly and laid it on the couch. I knelt down to untie and remove his shoes and socks.  When he was naked and towering over me he told me, ?Look into my eyes and keep looking there all the while you are sucking my cock bitch.  I want you to know who you are pleasing.  I kissed the head of his cock and then took it into my mouth.  Looking into his black eyes was nearly hypnotizing me.  I had to tilt my head back to look up at them and thus I was much like a sword swallower in that his erect cock could thrust down my throat.  Of course that caused me to choke and gag and fear I would be unable to get air.  Jamal laughed and told me, ?Learn to breathe through your ears bitch.?  Becky was taking pictures of my degrading ordeal.  When he came he shot big gobs of semen into the back of my throat.  I dared not spit it out and had to swallow it all.  Remembering Becky’s advice, I thanked him sweetly for allowing me to serve him.  He had me get up and fetch him a cold beer.  I knew he would soon want to rape my ass and steal my manhood.  I was now a cocksucker!

     Jamal ordered a pizza to be delivered to my apartment and he and Becky ate that and drank my beer while I had to kneel beside Jamal’s chair.  He had told me that I had feasted on his cum and should be satisfied with that.  He wanted me to learn that I was not worthy to eat with him.  I wondered if his cum was all I would get to eat from now on.  Could I live on that alone?

   Jamal handed me a plate of butter and told me, ?Use your fingers and work as much of this into your pussy as you can bitch.  It will make things easier for you when I fuck you.?  While they ate their meal I knelt there shoving butter up my ass.  I knew I must look ridiculous but dared not stop.  His cock must have been nearly a foot long when hard.  If I were not lubed enough he was sure to rip me wide open.  While they ate I managed to stuff a 1/4th pound stick of butter up inside of me.  The cold stuff soon melted and would serve to ease the pain of my anal rape.  I was dreading what was to come but afraid to anger Jamal.  He wanted to own me and he was big enough to do just that.  I was wondering why if he had just gotten out of jail he wanted to screw me instead of his girlfriend. 

     When they finished eating Jamal stood up and told me to suck him hard.  It took only a few minutes of sucking and he was rock hard.  He told me to stand up with my legs apart and to put my elbows on the table.  I did as ordered and when I was positioned correctly he made me beg him to fuck me.  He put the head of that massive cock at my anal entrance and then said, ?Push back and take it into your pussy bitch.?  He wanted me to rape myself on his cock.  There was pain as my asshole was penetrated but I had to keep pushing back until his entire cock was buried inside of me, Jamal said, ?Good girl, now pull forward but don’t let the head out.?  I pulled forward until the head was nearly at the opening and stopped.  He then said, now you know what to do bitch.  Fuck yourself with my cock.  Do it faster and harder.?  I grabbed the edge of the table and pulled and pushed myself back and forth.  Becky remarked, ?The bitch is turned on by you Jamal, his little pee pee is hard.  She was telling the truth.  I did have an erection.  After a few minutes of fucking myself I shot semen on the carpet.  I had an orgasm from having a cock up my ass.  I was deeply ashamed of having come from being used a woman.

     Jamal kept me pushing myself back and forth on his manhood for a long time before he finally shot his load deep inside of me.  He pulled out after he softened some and then made me tell him I loved him.  In the space of a few hours this stranger had had taken complete control of me.  He had stolen my manly pride and turned me into his bitch.  He asked me, ?Would you like to kiss your master bitch??  I stood there still bent over on weak and shaking legs and meekly answered, ?Yes Master.?  I stood up and turned around to face him with my lips puckered up.  He Laughed and said, ?I don’t kiss bitches, I use them.  But you may kiss my asshole bitch.?  Something in the way he said that left not doubt that it was an order to do so.  I was crying as I knelt behind him and spread his muscular cheeks and kissed his asshole.  I was his bitch.

     That night as Jamal and Becky made love I was forced to kiss his ass all the while.  My head was bobbing up and down with his strokes.  He even made me force my tongue inside his anus.  When they finally finished I

Was made to lick and suck his semen from her vagina.  Becky tied a cord around my balls and tied the other end of the cord around her wrist.  It was to be my leash.  I was to sleep between them so there was no chance I could escape while they slept.

     For the rest of the two week period I was kept naked except for the short nightie which covered little.  I had to look pretty for him all the time. I would suck him off when he woke up and he would fuck me twice a day.  He had broken my spirit totally.  He owned me. 

     Saturday afternoon after he had pulled out of my pussy he forced a shooter full of Vodka into my gaping hole.  He then picked me up by my heels which emptied the glass into my bowels.  It turned out that alcohol taken this way bypassed all of the body’s natural defenses and I was quickly very, very drunk.  I staggered a bit and fell to the floor passed out in a drunken stupor.

     When I awoke finally, my left ass cheek was very sore and when I looked at it I saw a tattoo where before my body was unmarked.  In bold black letters was the word ?BITCH?.  He had marked me for life.  I was laying on the bathroom floor with my leash tied to a water pipe.  I listened for a while to see where Jamal and Betty were.  Hearing nothing I got the leash untied from the pipe and got to my feet.  When I looked in the mirror I saw the word Bitch had also been written in permanent marker on my forehead.  I could not go out of the house like this. I felt the need to defecate but when I sat on the toilet I was unable to go.  When I stuck my finger up my ass I felt the glass shooter which had been left inside of me.  I searched the apartment to see if Becky could help me remove that glass.  On the kitchen table I found a note from Jamal.  It said,

                                                       Hey bitch, My honor has been satisfied.

                                                        You were fun to play with you will

                                                         Make some man a good bitch.  You are

                                                         Easy to train and fuck like a mink. I gave

                                                         You a gift of that tattoo so you will never                     

                                                         Forget me.       Jamal 

     How in the world would I ever forget the man who ruined my life?  I had lost my job for missing two weeks of work, and lost my manhood by being used as a woman by a strong black man?  He had destroyed my life as a man.  I had to find a way to get that glass shooter out of my ass.  I dared not go to the Emergency room looking as I did now.  I remembered a long thin hose Mary connected to the faucet to water her plants.  I cut the nozzle off of that and began shoving the end up my ass.  With great effort and some pain I managed to get the end past the glass obstruction.  I turned on the cold water faucet and felt my bowels fill with water.  I sat on the toilet and just as I thought my insides would burst, the glass obstruction was expelled with great force as a watery fecal mixture came gushing from me.  I turned the water off but had to fish the glass from the toilet before I dared to flush it.  I threw the glass in the trash as I knew I could never use it to drink from again.

     It was a week before I could wear underwear and jeans without pain until then I had been wearing that silly pink nightie.  I threw it in the trash with glee.  I was not a girl and would not dress like one.

                                        Chapter 4

Mary

    Mr. Phillips came to see me and over dinner he told me, ?Mary I am Very pleased with your work but aside from that I find you a very attractive lady and I sense you are attracted to me.  I would like to make you a mistress to me, but if you are you may never have sex with another man.  I will promise never to have another woman around you dear.  I share my women with no man.?

     His offer was very flattering to me and I was very attracted to this man who made things happen.  I wanted his body as well as his attention so I told him I understood his conditions and agreed to them.  He smiled at me and taking my by the hand led me out to his waiting Limousine.  We held hands the entire hour drive to an estate he owned.  He carried me into the bedroom where we undressed each other. 

     The next two hours were fantastic for me.  John brought me to a fantastic full body orgasm with his mouth and hands before entering me.  I suddenly realized that I had never had a real orgasm with Carl.  Sex with my husband had been all about his pleasure.  John brought out a wild side I never knew I possessed.  I was begging him to fuck me.   I had two more major orgasms and countless little ones.  God I loved John!

     The next morning we had a nice breakfast and John took me on a tour of his estate.  He had a thousand acres here and they grew corn on part of it and also had herds of cattle, sheep and goats.  I met his ranch manager and some of the ranch hands.  There was a forty acre parcel where they raised and trained dogs.  There I was introduced to Carlos the head trainer.  He was a short overweight man but excellent with the dogs.  John late told me that Carlos was a pervert and had used dogs to screw for fun.  They raised Mastiffs as guard dogs, Doberman’s as police dogs and Labradors they trained to sniff out drugs and explosives.  John told me the sale of the guard dogs paid the costs of the operation and the other dogs he donated to the Federalies.  He was well loved by the police.  I was also introduced to Dr. Garcia the staff Veterinarian.  He had been educated in the USA and spoke excellent English.

     We went back to the house after the tour and made mad passionate love again.  By the end of the week I was addicted to sex with John and would do whatever he wanted in bed.  He even got me to enjoy anal sex when he wanted that.  I was a wanton slut for him and loved it. 

     The last night John was to be here he showed me pictures of Carl and Becky and a video of Carl begging Jamal to fuck him.  The Bastard had cheated on me with another woman and had even become gay.  There was a picture of Carl lying on the floor in a pink nightie with a black tattoo of BITCH on the cheek of his ass.  I was furious!   That dirty dog had been two timing me while I was making big money for us.  John told me, ?If you want me to I can arrange it so Carl will disappear forever.?  I replied, ?Let me think on that for a while please.?

     John told me that he had some of his security people check up on Carl when he became interested in me.  He did not show me these pictures before we became lovers because he wanted me to give myself to him freely and not to spite Carl.  John told me that this estate was mine to use as my own whenever I could get away from my office.  He assured me that the staff had been told to obey me like they did him.  John had some business to tend to in Brazil but would be back next Friday.  I told him I would have an answer for then about Carl’s future or lack there of. 

     After John’s limo left to take him to his jet, I got an idea.  I called Carlos and had him come to the house to see me.  I showed him the pictures of Carl and asked if he could train him to be a bitch dog to be used as my pet.  When he assured me that he could and would be happy to do so, I told him once Carl was a dog that he was to feel free to use the mutt in any way he wanted.  He gave a big toothy grin.  I told him it would be a few weeks.

     After Carlos left I called Dr. Garcia and told him what I planned to do and asked him if he could do the procedures I wanted done.  He said he would love to work on a human for a change.  He would need to get a few things but in a week or so he would be ready.  I told him that would work well and I would let him know when he was needed.

     With Carlos and Dr. Garcia on my team, I went on the internet to search for a few more items.  I found what I needed on a leather and bondage store that catered to gay men and placed my order.  I paid extra for express service.

     On Friday afternoon John was back at his estate and when I told him of my plans for Carl he burst into laughter and told me I had a mean streak in me, but, he approved my plan.  He agreed to let me use the corporate jet to bring Carl to us.  The poor fool was led to believe he had an executive job waiting for him but he was to be my pet.  I called Carl that evening and told him to give his two week notice and to have movers put our things in storage.

                               Chapter 5

Carl

     It had been full weeks since Jamal and Becky had left me and I was unemployed.  I scrubbed hard with coarse cleansers to try to remove the word BITCH from my forehead and it was starting to fade now.  The Tattoo on my ass would be there for life.  When I had to go out to buy food or booze I covered my forehead with a bandage.  People would stare at me and I was sure they knew what I had done.  I was unable to look another man in the eye and so I mostly sat home and watched TV and drank too much.

     When Mary called me that Friday night she told me she had a job for me and I were good at it I would earn over one hundred thousand dollars a year.

That was many times what I had been making at the store and better yet, I would not have to explain to Mary why I had been fired.  All of a sudden my life had brightened wonderfully.  In this apartment I could think of little but how I had been used by Jamal.  Here I was not even able to get hard enough to masturbate.  In a new place I would be a man again.

     During the two week interval before I was to be picked up to travel I arranged to have our furniture and personal things loaded into a container and stored.  I paid for 3 months storage in advance.  I even went to the Men’s Wearhouse and bought myself a dark suit.  If I were going to be an executive I should look the part. The night before I was to leave for Mexico I went to the finest hotel in town where I had been told there was a room reserved for me.  The bellhop took my overnight bag and showed me to my room.  It was a two room suite and quite elegant.  I had room service bring me a steak dinner.

     The next morning I got showered and dressed and was ready when at 10:00 am a uniformed driver appeared at my door.  He carried my bag down to a waiting limousine.  When I was seated in the back I was driven to the airport private plane terminal.  No going through airport security for me.  I walked up the stairs of a private jet.  I was the only passenger on board so the stewardess showered me with attention.  After a 2 hour flight we landed in Juarez.  The custom official waved me through and I was picked up by another Limo driver.  During the hour ride to meet Mary I drank some of the champagne provided for me.

     When we pulled up to a steel gate an attendant looked at us and then opened the gate.  Somebody took their security measures very seriously.

I was shown to a room that was Mary’s office.  I went to kiss her but she told me, ?Business matters must take precedence Carl.  I need to have you sign some papers before you can work for our corporation.?  I looked at the papers and saw they were all in Spanish.  When I told Mary that the forms were in Spanish she gave a wave of her hand and said, ?Of course they are silly, this is a Mexican Corporation.  You will have to learn to speak that language.?  So I signed the papers. 

     Mary pushed a button on her intercom and I a man in a suit carrying a medical bag entered the room.  He was introduced to me as Dr. Garcia and I was informed that he was here to give me the inoculations I would need to live here. I removed my suit coat, shirt and tie to bare my arm.  The first two shots were giving in my upper right arm but the third had to go in my butt.  I lowered my pants on the right side being careful to keep the tattoo on my let ass cheek covered.  Then everything went black.

     How long I was out I have no idea but I woke up lying naked on a concrete floor.  My arms were both in fiberglass casts that covered my hands and went nearly up to my armpits.  My hands were in fists inside of the casts.  Had I broken them?  I was wearing knee pads like some construction workers wear.  When I went to stand up I found that my balls were in some sort of metal device which clamped them and held them back behind me.  The metal curved around my legs and thus I was unable to stand.   My ass was sore and when I looked behind me I saw that I now had a tail attached to me.  I was also wearing a collar.  When I was on all fours I looked like a dog!  I hollered to get somebody’s attention and when I did I got an electric shock that knocked me senseless.  I lay back down to wait for somebody to come into my room.

     After what seem like hours Mary came into the room with a laptop computer.  ?Get up when I come in the room and wag your tail like you are happy to see me bitch.?  She snapped at me.  I scrambled to get up an all fours.  She told me, ?I assume you have discovered what happens when you speak, so you will have to listen and obey only for now.  In time you may be permitted to bark but for now you are to be mute.  She turned the laptop on and showed me pictures of me with Becky and then she played a movie which showed me begging Jamal to be his bitch and how I was used by him.  When the movie was finished Mary said, ?You begged to be a bitch and I have granted that wish.  You will be paid to be my pet.  You will be trained to be a good dog and will be hat for at least a year or you will become dog food.  Your name is Bitch now and will be for at least a year.  That is the contract you signed.?

     Mary left the room and returned with a full length mirror which she laid on its side.  I could see myself in the mirror and as I turned around in front of it I could see that my ass and balls were now pink.  I looked more like a baboon than a dog.  Mary told me, ?Practice wagging your tail bitch.  When a person comes to see you will wag your tail and act happy to see them.?  She picked up her laptop and I thought she was leaving me but before she did, she pushed a button on a remote control and I got a big jolt of electricity shocking my scrotum.  That burning jolt caused me to empty my bladder.  The woman controlled me totally.

     Mary stayed gone for a few more hours during which I pondered my fate.  I was to be kept on all fours for at least a year.  I was denied the use of my hands and had to wag my tail.  I looked closely at the tail in the mirror and it grew out of my skin.  There were some stitches there.  I lay back down on the floor smelling the puddle of urine I was laying in.  I cried bitter tears.  I wanted to explain to Mary the threats I had been under when I begged Jamal to be his bitch and told him I loved him.  Being unable to speak made that impossible.  That DVD had been edited to make it look like I really wanted to be owned by Jamal.

     I thought briefly about rushing Mary to knock her down while the door was open and escaping.  But then where would I go the way I was now?  I knew I was many miles from the US border.  Besides that I was inside of a gated compound.  The door was not even locked.  Without the use of my hands I could not turn the knob to open the door.  Without someone to bring men food and water I would soon die in here and nobody would ever know.  I began wiggling my hips back and forth and found that my tail would wag nicely.

     The next time Mary entered my room I wagged my tail vigorously.  She petted me on the head and went to the other room to fetch me a dish of dog food and a dish of water.  The food was raw meat ground up like hamburger but I was so hungry I gobbled it up.  As I ate my food Mary said, ?I am glad you have decided to be a good dog Bitch.  You were supposed to be killed two weeks ago but I begged them to let you be my pet.  You should be grateful to me, as I had to give up my anal virginity to save your life.  I will have a litter box put in here for you to use to go potty in.? When I put my head down to drink from the water dish Mary told me, ?Lap that up noisily Bitch.?  I did as she had ordered.

     Mary said, ?I know you though you were going to have some sort of executive job, but you are too uneducated for that.  Your trainer will see that you will be a good pet.  You must do whatever he wants.  I will be in the city for a couple of weeks but when I get back I expect to see a well behaved dog.

I will see you later Bitch.?  She walked out of the room and I was left alone well fed and with water to drink.

                                        Chapter 6

Mary

     My first meeting was with Glenda the wife of the Governor.  Her husband had bought the construction company and used it to build our factory.  He had bought in his wife’s name and was shocked when she actually took charge and ran the business.  Glenda and I had become friends while our factory was being built.  Once the building was finished I had got her to start building houses for our workers to buy.  I had our architect design two different houses.  The smaller model was 30 feet by 30 feet, made of Concrete blocks and had two bedrooms and one bathroom, a kitchen and living room.  It could be purchased for $14,000 on a concrete slab or for $16,000 with a full basement.  The larger house was 50 feet long and 30 feet wide.  It had 3 bedrooms, 1full bath and a ? Bath off of the master bedroom.  It also had a two car garage and a full basement and sold for $24,000.  The larger model was meant for managers but families where both husband and wife worked for us could also manage to buy one. 

     Workers could order one of the houses through our human resources department and get a mortgage from the National Bank where their retirement funds were kept.  The land to build the houses had been a slum of shacks that had high rent.  Those properties had been condemned and the land cleared to make room for the new homes.  The Smaller models were built in one gated community and the larger homes in another.  There was a home owners association which drew up the covenants to regulate usage and keep property values up.  Glenda had agreed to make only a profit of $2,000 per unit to keep the properties affordable and keep her construction crews employed.  I had told her there would be a much bigger project coming for her if my plans worked out.  They were building 10 of the smaller models and 5 of the larger ones each week.

     Today I gave Glenda a set of plans for a new factory and asked her to estimate the cost to build it.  She would have her staff work on that and would let me know as soon as she could.  I thanked her and went back to my office.  There I asked John if he could possibly arrange to have the CEO of Ford Motor Company visit us for a few days.    John said he probably could arrange such a thing but wanted to know what I had in mind.  I told him that I was going to convince Ford that it was to their advantage to let our workers assemble their trucks in a new factory I was going to have built.  John was surprised by the boldness of that plan.  I told him that I still had some arrangements to make but should be ready to make my proposal in a month.

     In a week Glenda delivered a bid to build my new factory for $100,000,000 but that included a big contingency fund to cover any changes.  With that bid in hand I convinced the Governor to take some money from the American Economic Development grant to build the factory.  We would pay $10,000,000 a year rental for 20 years.  Since the place was to be built with American money it would be all profit for Mexico.  The Governor was to have a 10% share of the stock in that corporation as well as his shares of the Appliance factory stock. 

     With the governors approval in hand I was ready to meet with the CEO   of Ford.  John told me he knew the man and also knew he had a perverted side to him and would welcome an invitation to be John’s guest at the casino in Las Vegas.  Once there he could be convinced to visit me by bringing a couple of showgirls with him.  We could sneak him onto the Company Jet so nobody would know he was conferring with me.  All was in readiness and it had been a long two weeks of hard work to arrange things.  I looked forward to relaxing at the hacienda and being amused by Bitch.

                                       Chapter 7

Carl

      Early the next morning after Mary left a short fat Mexican man came into my room with a litter box.  He said, ?Good morning Bitch, I am Carlos your trainer.?  He had me use the litter box right away.  I had been holding my waste for hours and was glad to relieve myself although I had never done that in front of a man before.  The raw meat had given me diarrhea and I also had to pee.  I spread my legs as wide as the device holding my balls would allow and foul smelling fluid gushed out of me.  Carlos got a hose and washed the floor I has peed on the night before.  He also squirted my ass with the hose to clean me up.

     Carlos had me follow him into the next room where there was a treadmill.  He showed me how I was expected to walk.  I was to move my left paw and left leg forward the same amount and then my right paw and leg.  Moving like that caused my ass to wiggle thus wagging my tail behind me.  He put me on the treadmill and turned it on slow speed.  I had to keep moving properly for an hour before he let me off of the machine.  I was panting with an open mouth. 

     Carlos next showed me the submit position which consisted of my face to the floor, paws out in front of me flat on the floor with my back bent to put my bare ass up in the air.  At the Command, ?Submit? I had to immediately assume that position or suffer a shock to my balls. 

     The next position I had to learn was ?Sit Up and Pray?.  This was done by sitting back on my legs in a vertical position with my paws together like a person in prayer.  My tail was to be straight behind me when in this position.  I had a great fear of those shocks now and did as I was taught.

     After practicing ?Submit? and ?Sit and Pray? for two hours, I was put back on the treadmill for another hour and a slightly faster walking speed.  I was exhausted at the end of the hour and gladly followed Carlos in the heel position as he led me back to my room.  My mouth was open and I was panting heavily, my tongue hanging out of my mouth. 

     There he had me ?Sit and Pray? for him and then he pushed my paws down to my sides.  ?This is the ?Sit and Suck? position Bitch.?, Carlos told me.  He dropped his pants and put his cock to my mouth.  He said, ?I will not try to fuck your throat like that big black man did.  Just gently suck me off and then I will feed you and you can rest.?  I began softly sucking his cock.  It was much smaller than Jamal’s had been and I was able to take it all into my mouth without gagging.  While I was sucking Carlos was playing with my nipples and talking sweetly to me about how pretty my tail was and how smart I was to learn tricks so quickly.  He even told me how pleased he was to have me to train.  He finally came in my mouth and I swallowed his load.  He scratched me behind my ears and let me get back on all fours to eat the food he brought me.  Again it looked much like raw hamburger but I knew it was probably horsemeat.  I gobbled it quickly down and then lapped water from my dish.  I was a tired dog tonight.  I lay on my side and slept soundly.

     Each day would start the same way with Carlos coming in to change my battery pack and fill my water dish.  Then it was time for me to go potty and get on the treadmill.  He now took me outside to go potty and I found that by squatting like a female dog I was able to empty my bowels without soiling my pretty tail.  Carlos told me that the tail was fastened to my spine with screws and could only be removed surgically.  I learned new tricks each day.  ?Roll Over? was hard to do without pain due to the humbler that kept my balls prisoner.  Each day ended with me sucking Carlos off or with him fucking me in my Submit position.  This made me associate sex with Carlos with the pleasure of eating.  Other than him using me for sex he treated me nicely. 

     During the second week of my training Carlos was training me to fetch a stick when he threw it, and worked up to retrieving fake birds she shot from a launcher.  He even taught me to follow whistle signals to find birds I had not seen fall.  He told me I would make a good retriever and bird dog.  Strangely I felt good that I was doing well.  By the end of the second week I was running five miles in my hour on the treadmill.  I had lost weight and most of my pot belly.  If I were to be a dog I would be a good one.

                                     Chapter 8

Mary

     It had been a very busy two weeks for me and as I was being driven from my office to the hacienda I was looking forward to some fun and games with my pet.  Dr. Garcia had inserted an electro ejaculation device in Bitch’s prostrate and it was connected by small wires to his battery pack.  I had a remote control and had tested the device while Bitch was still under sedation.  With the control set on position one his dick got erect and stayed that way until I shut the device off.  On position four he emptied his scrotum and had a full body orgasm.  I had arranged for Carlos to save the scent of a female dog in heat.  Bitch would be bred by an alpha male dog and orgasm from being fucked by a dog.  I knew that would mess with his mind something fierce.  Whenever I was in sight Bitch would have an erection.  After getting used to the intense stimulation the device provided, he would be unable to get an erection without it in place.

     Friday night I had a nice supper and went to bed.  I set my alarm to get up early as I wanted to watch Carlos and Bitch interact when they first saw each other for the day.  From the spy cams I knew how they ended each day.  I was wearing shorts, a tee shirt and my running shoes.  I intended to take Bitch for a run as my workout this morning.  I drove over to the dog breeding compound in the 4 wheeler. 

     Carlos came out of his room still buttoning his shirt.   The sound of the 4 wheeler had awakened him.  I walked with him to Bitch’s room where we woke him up.  He immediately got up on all fours and began wagging his tail frantically.  We led him outside to the yard where he had to go potty.  I knew he must feel ashamed to be squatting in front of us.  His little penis was hard and jiggled when he walked.

     Carlos made Bitch show me all of the tricks he had learned and how he would assume each position on command.  He even threw a stick and had Bitch fetch it back in his mouth to lay it at our feet. A brief, ?Good girl.? was all the praise I would give the poor creature.  I really loved seeing him in the Submit position.  I had plans for him later that would involve him in that position. 

     It was time for my workout so I told bitch, ?Heel? and started jogging up the trail.  It was an easy pace for me but Bitch had to move his paws much faster to keep up with my long legs.  I jogged a half mile before turning around and jogging back to where we had started.  I was hardly stressed but bitch was panting heavily.  His penis was still hard and I knew he must be craving sexual release by now. 

     Carlos and I sat and had a cup of coffee while bitch was kept in the ?Sit Up and Pray? position.  When we finished our coffee I had Carlos get the scent he had saved from a bitch in heat.  He put Bitch in the Submit position and painted his ass with that scent making Bitch a target for any male dog.  Bitch had no idea of what was going on and was easily led to the breeding pen.  He went to the water dish and began lapping it up.

     With his head in the water bowl Bitch did not notice when Carlos let Hefe into the pen.  Hefe was a Spanish Mastiff and the breeding stud for the guard dog line.  He was a big dog weighing 150lbs and very strong.  When Hefe let out a deep bark Bitch turned to face the menacing beast and his face reflected the terror he felt.  Carlos gave the command, ?Submit? and Bitch assumed that position.  Hefe mounted the pitiful creature and soon entered his victim. Once he was fully inside of his victim, I set the remote control for the electro ejaculation device to 4 and pushed the button.  As I knew he would Bitch shot semen profusely and I knew he had never experienced such an intense orgasm.  He was drained totally.

     Hefe kept ramming his cock into Bitch until he had knotted inside of his bitch.  When he pumped his bitch full of semen I pushed the button again.  Even though Bitch had no semen left to shoot I saw his body flush red and knew he has had another intense orgasm.  The two remained locked together for another 20 minutes or so before Hefe was able to disengage.  Once released from Hefe, Bitch collapsed on the dirt floor of the pen.

     Carlos removed Hefe and returned him to his own pen.  We left Bitch lying on the floor of the pen passed out.  I knew he would feel great shame from having had great orgasms by getting fucked by a dog.  Pleasure and pain all mixed with shame would confuse the poor creature.

     I was feeling very pleased with myself as I got back on the four wheeler and rode back to the hacienda.  Carl was now really a bitch!  He looked so pitiful laying there with his ass bloody and oozing slime.  I told Carlos to look at him in a couple of hours and give him a special treat tonight.  I wanted Bitch to look forward to being bred by a dog. 

     Sunday morning I slept in and didn’t get to the dog department until 10 in the morning.  When I saw Bitch she was still in the breeding pen and though she wagged her tail nicely she could not look me in the eye.  Of course with my remote set on one the little penis was hard.  She hung her head in shame knowing I had watched her with Hefe.  I was going to take her for a run again and as we walked by the dog pens the male dogs went crazy.  That scent must linger for a long time.  Bitch stayed very close to me.  She was afraid of those dogs as she knew they wanted to rape her.  I thought it was perfect justice.  She had begged a big black man to be his bitch and I had made her a bitch to be used by dogs.  After a mile run I put her in the safety of a cage to have the rest of the day off.  She would spend the day in an open air pen getting a tan.  I knew in time her fair skin would be brown like a Mexican.  Carlos would coat her skin with a tanning oil to make sure she didn’t burn and peel.  I noticed that her tits were starting to grow.  Those hormones mixed in with her food were working nicely.  I wanted her to have udders and be able to nurse.

     The next weekend John and I hunted for the doves that were passing through this time of year.  Carlos accompanied us to serve as the dog handler for Bitch.  We would stand by the line of trees and shoot the doves as they flew at us from the sunflower patch.  Bitch of course would retrieve our game birds.  I was using a double barreled 20 gauge shotgun and John had an over and under Browning 12 gauge.  When we got 3 or four birds down at once, Carlos would direct Bitch by whistle signals.  The first day we bagged 50 birds and our retriever was worn out from fetching them all.  I noticed she had some burrs in her tail for Carlos to remove.  As I and John got into the 4 wheeler to return to the hacienda, I handed Carlos a 500ml bottle of Tequila and told him to pour that in Bitch’s water dish tonight.  She had earned it today. 

     We developed a routine where during the times I was gone Carlos would see that Bitch was kept fit and busy.  Every other Saturday I made sure that Bitch got bred by Hefe.  After a couple of months on this schedule Bitch actually trotted over to the breeding pen.  It was the only way she could have an orgasm now.  I only used the electro ejaculator when she was getting bred now so she never got an erection anymore.  Her breasts were a full B cup now and still growing.  When she got to a C cup I would have her given chemicals to make her lactate.  My plan was working beautifully. 

                                        Chapter 9

Carl

     Mary had taken me for a run which left me exhausted and thirsty but I had to stay in the ?Sit and Pray? position while she and Carlos had coffee and lunch.  When they finished their meal, Carlos had me get on all fours and I felt him coating my ass with some sort of liquid.  Then they led me to a part of the compound I had never seen and put me into a 4’by 6’ pen where there was a bowl of water.  I eagerly began lapping it up and drank until I heard a deep bark from behind me.  When I spun around I saw a huge dark brown dog that had his teeth bared and looking very menacing.  Carlos gave me the command ?Submit?.  I immediately assumed that position.  And in less than a minute the beast had mounted me.  His penis forced its way into my asshole and penetrated me deeply.  When he was fully inside of me I had a massive orgasm that drained me of all the semen I had been storing for several weeks and left me quivering and weak.

     When I awoke I found myself alone and the beast had gone.  What had she done to me?  I had been bred by a dog and climaxed during the experience.  I guess that made me a bitch in the true sense of the word.  I lay there for some time before Carlos came and led me back to my room.  He was being sweet and consoling to me.  He said, ?I hope you enjoyed your treat Bitch.  I saw how you shot your load.  Consider it losing your virginity girl.?  That evening he even fed me a nice steak dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy.  It was the first cooked food I had eaten since back in the hotel in the States.  I had to sit up while he fed me each forkful as I had no hands to eat with.  But at least I was eating like a person.  I felt a great closeness with him now.

     As the days turned into weeks and then into months my breasts kept growing bigger and bigger.  They swayed back and forth as I walked or ran. Carlos love playing with them while I sucked him.  He would sometimes even suck on them which I found pleasurable.

     Every other Sunday Mary and Carlos would take me to the pen where Hefe would breed me.  It was the only time I got pleasure from sex; certainly the only time I could orgasm.  I always got special treatment on breeding days.  In a way I began to look forward to them.

     The first day of my eighth month of being Bitch, Carlos was sucking my breast and suddenly stopped.  He said, ?Congratulations Bitch, You now produce milk.  What a good girl you are.?  He returned to his sucking and kept at it until he had drained both of my breasts.  I felt like a cow.

     Each month on the fifteenth of the month Mary would show me the money she had deposited in and account labeled BITCH.  She was paying me $9,000 a month to be her pet.  I could never have made that much money at the parts store.  She had stripped me of any shred of pride and made me a breeding bitch but I had been well paid for my debasement.

     For the next week after my milk came in, I was not run at all.  I stayed in my room hooked to a couple of breast pumps which milked me often to increase my milk production.  Mary dropped by to see me in this state.  She smiled and told me, ?Good girl, we may finally get some useful work out of you now.?  She left and Carlos was told to remove those breast pumps. For two days my breasts ached and leaked some milk. The third day Mary and Carlos came into my room carrying two newborn puppies.  As I lay on my side Mary put each of the puppies to one of my breasts.  She told me to be a good mother to the puppies as they were valuable property.  The male puppy was named Duke and the female Daisy, I was informed.  The puppies were suckling at my breasts which relieved the aching fullness I had been having.  To the puppies I was to be their mother as I would be the first thing they would see when they opened their eyes.  I was not to leave my room until the pups were big enough to run beside me.  The puppies thrived on my milk and in a couple of weeks I could remain on all fours while they suckled.  We were all using the litter box to relieve ourselves. 

     The puppies were finally weaned and removed after eight weeks of my nursing them.  My nipples were very sore and I was glad when the puppies were removed.  I loved those puppies like a mother now but welcomed the relief from nursing.  Two days went by during which my breasts became full and tender.  I had gained weight from lack of exercise and felt like a fat cow. 

     Mary and Carlos brought me two infant goat kids to nurse and as they suckled from me I cried big tears.  I used to be a person but now was merely a milk dispenser for livestock.  Mary showed me a paper with my new back balance on it.  I had nearly $100,000 in my account including the interest I had earned.  When the goats were finally weaned I had a two day respite and then was given a pair of lambs to nurse.  My breasts now resembled udders stretched out and sagging like they were.

     By the time the lambs were weaned and put out to pasture my year of being a dog was nearly up.  Mary came to talk with me about my future.  She said, ?Bitch you have done well as a dog.  You learned your tricks and how to obey without question.  I know Hefe loves using you and that you enjoy sex with him.  I see that by your orgasms. Your year as a dog is nearly over and you have made a lot of money from me.  Wag your tail Bitch.?  I wiggled my ass furiously.

     Mary continued by saying, ?I can let remove the humbler and let you go free but remember you are in this country illegally and have no passport.  You are without clothes and have no ready cash.  You have cash in the offshore bank but none with you.  You would be quickly picked up by the police and jailed as a fugitive.  It seems that when they auctioned off the things you put in storage they found a Kilo of Cocaine in your dresser.  There is a warrant out for your arrest.?  I knew she was telling me how pitiful I was and that she was right.  Even if I were able to get away, I could not go back to the USA.

     Mary then said, ?On the other hand there is a second choice for you.  You can remain as Bitch and be fed and paid by me.  If you choose that I will have your legs from the knees on down removed as they are useless.  Your hands can also be amputated and they are unneeded for Bitch.  You will still get great sex from dogs and can nurse animals.?  She would amputate my legs and hands?  Then I would be Bitch for life.  Running around on stumps would be horrible.

     ?The third and last choice for you is to marry Carlos.  He loves you and wants you for his wife.? Mary told me.  ?Of course you will have to lose these.? She said as she flicked my balls with her fingers.  ?I can arrange to have your tail removed and your humbler as well.? She told me.  Then she said, ?For that plan to work I will have to arrange a new name for you and then as Carlos’s wife you can be a Mexican citizen.  But you will first have to learn Spanish.  If you choose this option you will live as a senora with Carlos.  You can work as a part time housemaid for me and also be a wet nurse for women who cannot nurse their babies.  As a housekeeper you will earn the local wage which is of course far less than Bitch was being paid.?

     Mary left me and told me I had one hour to decide which choice I wanted. It was an agonizing situation to be in.  Going to a Mexican jail as a terrorist was unacceptable.  If I left here naked with a tail and big boobs I would not get far.  I was a freak and would stand out blatantly.  If I were to remain as Bitch I would loose my legs and hands for good but be housed, fed and bred.  I was used to being Bitch by now but there would be no returning to being human.  The third choice seemed to be the only acceptable option.  I did feel close to Carlos and he was good to me.  My balls had ached for the entire time I had worn that damned humbler.  It was a constant weight on my testicles and rubbed my scrotum raw.  At least as a woman I could walk upright and be human again.  My balls had kept me on all fours and been a hindrance to me.  They were of no use to me now.  I would never father children anyway.

     The minute the hour was up Mary appeared and asked, ?Well Bitch what choice did you make?  I have turned off your collar and you may speak to me for this purpose.?  I had not spoken a word in almost a year and had to think a bit to remember how.  I said, ?Mary I would like to marry Carlos but we are still married to each other.?  Mary snarled, ?That is Mistress Mary to you Bitch.  Don’t be silly, I had divorced you before you ever came to Mexico.?  I was shocked to hear that coming from her.  I had thought a year of being Bitch was punishment for what she perceived as my betrayal of her and we would somehow resume our marriage.

     Mary told me, ?Now Bitch let’s try that again with you in the praying position.  Make me believe you want to be a woman.?  I got into the sit up and pray position and said, ?Please Mistress Mary may I Marry the man I love Carlos?  I want to be his loving wife and be his woman in every way.?  Mary was smiling.  She had me begging to be castrated and live as a woman.

She owned me body and soul now. 

    After a long silent period Mary said, ?Yes Bitch I give you my permission to Mary Carlos, but first you must learn to speak Spanish.  I will turn off your collar so you can speak to Carlos in private but elsewhere you are only to bark or whimper.?  She wanted me to bark?  She asked me, ?Do you understand Bitch??  I meekly said, ?Woof?.  She then continued by telling me, ?When you can speak like a Mexican woman I will schedule your surgery.  After the operation is done you will no longer be Bitch nor on my payroll.  We will have your wedding at the Dog Breeding Center where you two lovers met.  If you do not learn the language in a year, you will have the surgeries that will make you Bitch for the rest of your life.?   I again gave a soft bark to let her know that I understood what she said. 

     Mary told me, ?Well Bitch you now have a goal and a big incentive to reach that goal.  I know you will work hard to reach that goal.?  I wagged my tail and barked.  Mary walked out of the room and left the door open behind her.  I went outside to go potty in the grass and then roamed around the compound barking like mad.  After a year of silence it felt good to be heard.

                                          Chapter 10

Mary

     The deal with Ford had gone smoothly as I had planned things well.  Charles the CEO was fed up with dealing with the United Autoworkers Union and welcomed the chance to humiliate them.  While the new factory was being built he would let the union know that he was going to modernize the factory and it would cause the loss of some union jobs to become more efficient and profitable.  Negotiations dragged on for weeks and the union finally went out on strike.  At the end of the first week of their strike a convoy of our corporation trucks showed up at the Michigan factory and our crews dismantled and loaded the machinery into the trucks. The union was told the old machines had been sold to make room for new ones yet to come.  With the workers on strike they could not draw unemployment.  They would picket an empty shell of a building for a few more weeks until they figured out that that plant would never open to make trucks again. 

     Charles had told the local Mayor that Ford was never going to pay property taxes on that old building again.  The Mayor staged a big ceremony where he accepted the gift of the building from Ford.  He announced that the city would open a homeless shelter there as well as a shelter for abused women.  To separate the two shelters there would be a police substation.  He bragged about how he had managed to get the For Motor Company to generously donate this historic building to the city.  He did not mention that the City would lose a million dollars a year in property taxes on the place.

     The Autoworkers Union was stunned by the loss of so many high paying jobs and with the thinly veiled threat to move the manufacturing plant as well they let that plant be modernized.  The parts for each truck were placed in order in a container and loaded on trucks to be shipped to the assembly plant in Mexico.  Ford had contracted with my corporation to assemble the trucks.  This cut their cost of assembly nearly in half and still left my Corporation with a nice profit.  I call it my corporation since I created it.  Mr. Phillips owned 70% of the stock; I had 10%, the Governor 10% and the Mexican Government the last 10%.  It was the same arrangement as with the appliance factory.

     Charles the CEO now had a reason to visit Ciudad Juarez where he kept a mistress.  The profits from Ford increased sharply and the Board of Directors gave him a fat bonus. He gave me a kickback to reward me for my efforts.  Mr. Phillips had also given me a bonus and a big raise in salary.  I was making over $2,000,000 a year and it was tax free.

     My ex-husband was now a dog in everyway possible without serious surgery.  He had always ridiculed my learning Spanish by calling it a language for ignorant peasants.  Now his only hope of being human again lay in his ability to learn that language.  I knew he would have a hard time doing that and so even though Carlos spoke English well Spanish was to be the only language allowed.  He was not to learn to read nor write Spanish, just speak like an uneducated peasant.  He would remain illiterate in Spanish.

     When I could get away from the office I would often go to the compound and watch Bitch nursing puppies, kids or lambs.  I knew it made him feel less than human but useful.  He would softly purr while nursing.

     The weeks went by without the necessary Spanish skills being demonstrated by Bitch.  I paid a talented local artist paint a picture of what Bitch would look like with her lower legs removed and hands gone.  I hung that picture in her room.  Looking at that every day would let her know how seriously my threat was to be taken.

     After eight months of concentrated effort Carlos notified me that Bitch was ready to be tested.  To test her I asked her questions in Spanish and she had to answer them promptly in the same tongue.  She surprised me by passing my test.  I told her I would schedule her surgery soon.  She would be known as Rosita Hernandez once she was married to Carlos. 

     The Saturday afternoon before her surgery we took her to the breeding pen for the last time.  I told her, ?This is the last time you will be bred by a dog Bitch.  Tomorrow you will be Rosita.  I want to make your last breeding special so you can always remember it.  At my signal, Carlos let a Dog into the pen.  Bitch immediately recognized the dog as a nearly full grown Duke.  The first puppy she had suckled was now going to breed her.  It would seem like incest to her.  The dog smelled the scent and with Bitch in the submit position quickly mounted her. As soon as Duke’s penis was fully inside of Bitch I pushed the button to cause Bitch to orgasm.  This being her last breeding I held the button down until Duke disengaged.  Poor Bitch had experienced a full body orgasm for over thirty minutes.  I knew such an orgasm would have drained her mind of the serotonin the chemical needed for pleasure.  After this he only pleasure for Bitch during sex would result from knowing she was pleasing her man. Like many married women she would be merely a semen receptacle for her husband.  Carlos picked the unconscious Bitch up in his arms and carried it to Dr. Garcia’s veterinary clinic.  There Bitch had surgery to remove his tail, scrotum and the electro ejaculation device from his prostrate.

                                      Chapter 11

Carl

    As I regained consciousness I found that I was laying on my side in much the same position I had slept in as Bitch.  I was groggy and felt drugged.  I was lying in a bed instead of on the floor.  Dr, Garcia noticed that I was awake and said, ?Good morning Rosita.  You are now a woman and have lost your wolf’s tail.  Your scrotum was removed but you have kept your penis to use for urination only.  You will never have an erection now.?  I noticed that the casts had been removed from my arms.  I raised my arms and found that my hands were still clenched into fists.  My elbows did not bend.  The muscles had not been used in nearly 2 years.  When the doctor helped me to a sitting position I found my legs were still unable to straighten out.  I had expected to walk out of here but now was told it would take lots of therapy before I regained the use of my hands and legs.  I would still have to crawl on all fours to get to the toilet.

     For the first few weeks Carlos had to feed me like a child.  At least I was eating people food and being fed three times a day now.  I sat at a table but my arms hung limp at my side. I now had to take the drugs that had formerly been mixed in with my food,  Mary had come to see me and told me to work hard at my therapy as my wedding was scheduled for my birthday which was 6 weeks away.  I would not crawl at my wedding. With the help of a therapist and a lot of painful exercises I regained the use of my hands and even learned to walk upright again.

     The preparations for my wedding were made with the help of a wedding planner from the nearby village.  My long shaggy hair was dyed jet black and styled in a feminine hairdo.  I was to let it grow as far down my back as it would grow.  My wedding garb was to be a short red skirt with a white low cut blouse and sandals.  I was not allowed underwear at all.  After nearly two years of being kept naked like an animal it felt strange to wear clothes again.  I was to wear bright red lipstick and keep my fingernails and toenails painted to match.  Carl wanted me to look like a slut.  I was to be his private slut.

     On my wedding day I turned 30, having lived many years as a guy, two years as a dog and now I was to be a wife to a man.  I could not go back to the USA and being a wife to Carlos surely had to be better than being a dog.  When I came out of the room I had used as Bitch I was carrying a bouquet of daisies and walked over to where Carlos waited with the judge.  A Mariachi band played ?Here Comes the Bride.  The ceremony was short and sweet.  Carlos kissed me for the first time once we were married.  We even danced with each other while the band played.  Mary was watching the entire time as I danced with each of Carlo’s assistant trainers.  On a lively tune I would get twirled and my skirt would flare out exposing my tattoo.  Carlos was drinking tequila but I got only orange juice.  Booze would taint my milk and hence forbidden to me since I started lactating.

     After a reception which lasted several hours, Mary took Carlos and I to our new house in her limousine.  She had a two bedroom house built on an acre lot on the outskirts of the neighboring village.  She showed us through the house.  It had a stove and refrigerator in the kitchen and a washer and dryer in the basement.  The floor in every room of the house was covered with black and white tiles.  My bedroom was painted pink.  In the living room the portrait of Bitch with stubs for legs hung over the red sofa.  Above the fireplace there was a wooden plaque with my tail mounted on it.  Underneath the tail were two clear plastic cubes with one of my testicles embedded in each of them.  There was a brass plate engraved with ?To Bitch for her services to Mistress Mary.?

     The furniture and d?cor was definitely tacky but Carlos loved it.  We both thanked her profusely for her generous gift.  She knew that I would never forget being Bitch with the portrait and plaque being seen every day.  I was to live as an ignorant peasant in a tacky house as the wife of one her employees.  Mary had planned my downfall well. 

     Mary handed me an envelope containing the number of my bank account and the password needed to access the funds.  She told me, ?You have over $200,000 in your account and have earned every cent of it.?  I never dreamed I would have so much money in my lifetime.  I thanked her for being so kind to me.  She just smiled and left my house.

     On our wedding night Carlos had me on my back with my legs pushed up on my chest.  His heavy, sweaty body lay on me and he kissed me while he fucked me.  He fucked me three times that night, but sadly I got no pleasure from any of those times.  After that first night most of the sex we had was with me either in the ?kneel and suck? position or the ?submit? position.

     Carlos would go to work in the morning, come home for lunch and a siesta and then return to work.  I had to use my breast pumps every 3 hours to ease the fullness and stop me from leaking.  I did the laundry and housework in between.  I had to bake bread every day to please my husband.  I also started a vegetable garden in the back yard.

     In less than a week after my wedding I got my first wet nursing job.  I had twin boys to nurse in my house for two months.  So in addition to my wifely duties I had diapers to change and babies to bathe and feed.  After the two month infancy period their mother took the twins home but bought my breast milk in quart jars a few times a week. 

     Carlos refused to use or even permit me to use any of my money.  He would thump his chest and say he was a Man and would support his wife.  I had to admire his pride but would have enjoyed spending some of my money.  Carlos was well paid since he was in charge of the dog breeding project.  The money I made from being a wet nurse we used to use for luxuries like toilet paper and deodorant.  I only went to the main hacienda to work filling in for a vacationing domestic worker.  Even then when I saw Mary she just treated me like another one of her domestic help.  She had washed her hands of me.

      One day about 18 months into our marriage Carlos informed me that Hefe had been euthanized.  He said, ?You remember Hefe, he was the stud that was the first to breed you.?  I could never forget that dog!  Carlos then informed me that the main breeding stud was now Duke.  That was the son of Hefe who had fucked me nearly to death.  I could never forget him either as he had given me my last orgasm.  Strangely I thought of that orgasm lovingly and often these days.

     Around the time or my third anniversary I was working as a waitress at a barbeque at the hacienda when Mr. Phillips got out of his limousine accompanied by a big black man that I instantly recognized as Jamal.  Mr. Phillips introduced him to Mary as James the head of his intelligence and security service.  He was not able to recognize me as I was now.  I was thunderstruck when I realized that Mr. Phillips had set me up to get Mary to hate me.  That bastard had deliberately set out to ruin my life!  It was too late to do anything about it now as I was legally a Mexican citizen and a married woman.

                                        Chapter 12

Rosita

     Carlos and I lived as a married couple for 23 years in the same small house.  Then one night when he was coming home drunk from drinking with his buddies he missed the curve and was killed in the wreck.  I wept at his funeral and truly missed him.  He had been good to me and even though he used to slap me around when he got drunk our life together had generally been good.

     As I talked with the attorney regarding Carlo’s estate I found that he had a savings account in the local bank and that the house now belonged to me.  I now could own a car and best of all find a doctor to give the drugs to dry up my milk.  I had been nursing children and animals for 25 years and it would be wonderful to be free of that burden.

     I was now a 53 year old widow and I could start enjoying my money.  With the beauty of compound interest I now had over one million dollars in my account.  I was able to arrange for my bank to wire the interest on my savings to the local bank in pesos each month.  My needs were simple but now I could have a housekeeper and hire a driver and gardener.  I was the richest lady in the village.  At least I would no longer have to walk a quarter of a mile to the market and back lugging groceries.  Even though many of the younger people in the village had been nursed on my milk I knew they thought me strange.

     Just out of curiosity I hired a detective to check and see if there were actually any warrants out for me in the USA and as I suspected there were none.  I had been told that to keep me in Mexico.  I was now an overweight senora who could not read nor write in Spanish.  Mr. Phillips and Mary had played me like a puppet.  Most of my life had been played out according to their plan.  I sat and got drunk looking at the portrait of me as Bitch.

                                             Chapter 13

Mary

     John and I had been lovers and business partners for 15 years before he died when his jet flew into a mountain in bad weather.  He had made me very wealthy and given me power.  I had thousands of people working for corporations I ran.  We now had a dozen factories making goods mainly to be sold in America.  I was devastated by his death as he was also fantastic in bed.

     I had to fly to Argentina for the reading of John’s will.  There were ten other ladies in the conference room with me.  Each of these ladies had been a Mistress to John in various locations.  All had been mentioned in his will and had come here to learn what they would inherit from is estate.  It seemed sad to break up the JP Enterprises empire, but John had no living relatives.  John had left me all of his stock in the Mexican corporations, the Estate where Bitch had been born and bred, the hotel my luxury suite was located in and three hundred million dollars.  Each of the other ladies had been likewise well remembered.  I was very rich now!

     As a business tycoon I had been very successful and thanks to John I was now very rich.  I had many people at my beck and call but now I was 53 years old and was turning grey.  Nobody loved me now.  If I wanted a man in my bed I could pay a suitable man but that was a joyless experience.  I mingled with other wealthy people but they were acquaintances not lovers.  I was a lonely old lady despite my wealth.  I had had two loves in my life, the first I had destroyed and married off to one of my workers, the second had died in a plane wreck.

                                          The end