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Jane and Towser - Reward and Punishments.
Chapter 1
?Am I really sure I want to go through with this?? Jane asked herself forthe umpteenth time. ?For a full month? Are I sure it'll be safe??
It was the dogs she was worried about. Was she absolutely certain that theautomatic feeder she'd made would work perfectly? As for herself, she knewthat she was taking an enormous risk, but she was confident that the trainingshe'd given them would hold. Certainly Towser would do his best; he reallyenjoyed this new game. But a month - give or take a day or so - was a verylong time to spend in the role she'd chosen. Water would be her main problemif things went awry, but she expected to have some freedom of movement andshe'd taken the precaution of arranging alternative emergency supplies in variousplaces around the premises. She was as certain as she could be that the trainingof the dogs would hold over the period, and that they would obey the variousultrasonic signals the timer would send to them even without the rewards they'dreceived when they'd been trained. Once more she went through the workingsof the various mechanisms she'd installed and tested over the last few weeks.She was untroubled by the prospect of casual callers at this remote old farm,and even if a rare caller arrived Jane would have ample warning, giving herplenty of time to hide among the maze of sheds, barns and outbuildings. Andfew visitors would care to risk an encounter with two such large and apparentlyferocious dogs!
Jane picked up her latest toy from the kitchen table; without this the wholescenario would be impossible. She it turned in her hands - a plain leatherdog collar, slightly thicker than might have been expected and heavier thanit seemed. The extra weight, as she knew, was due to the row of thin, flexiblebatteries sewn invisibly into the leather. Those, in conjunction with the therow of stainless steel studs around its interior circumference, would dealtthe collar's wearer an agonising electric shock on receiving the appropriatesignal from the computer. She checked the setting at which the signal wouldbe emitted - two feet, ten inches. Getting down on all-fours, she buckled thecollar around her neck with trembling fingers, wriggling her neck inside itand feeling the slick surface of least one of the studs continue to be in contactwith her flesh. Then, her face a mixture of fear and determination, she attemptedto stand. As she expected, the moment the crown of her head rose above thepre-set distance from the floor, she was knocked flat on her stomach by thepowerful electric shock the collar delivered to her neck. She turned on toher side, her face screwed up in agony. But the pain of the shock swiftly passed,and Jane took off the collar and resumed her seat.
Picking up the compressed air hypodermic, she studied its colourless contents.This was another tour de force on her part; a drug which would change her bodyodour until an antidote was injected. This was been a master stroke, she thought.No change in her scent was detectable to human senses, but to the keen nosesof the dogs Jane would no longer be their Mistress, but the oddly-shaped animalthey'd been introduced to so often in the weeks of their training. Even hercollar had spent six months around the neck of a young Spaniel bitch, and thewarmth of Jane's flesh would be sending out a faint hint of the bitch's characteristicscent for a considerable time.
She glanced up at the kitchen clock. It would be two hours before the dogswould be released from the small brick shed they'd slept in for the last month.They would run straight to the long open-sided porch outside where their waterbowl and feeding bowl were stationed. The water bowl was kept to a continouslevel of two inches, and the food would rattle down a metal chute in to theother bowl at eight o'clock in the morning and six o'clock at night.
Yet again she checked the amounts of food available, and tested the mechanismfor dispensing it. All was in perfect order, and she walked out into the freshearly sunshine intended to inspect what she thought of as her tethering points.The nearest was about thirty feet from the bowls, set firmly in the hard-packedearth in the corner where the wall of the house met the wall of an adjoiningbarn. The post was of sturdy oak almost three inches in diameter and stoodnearly three feet high. There was others set around the property, includingone in the dogs' shed, but she didn't bother with them. Despite the brightsunlight, it was chilly standing there in her thin nightdress, and she shiveredbefore hurrying back into the warmth of the kitchen.
She wandered about the house in restless indecision; did she really, REALLY,intend to go through with this? She made tea, and drank it thoughtfully. Thenshe checked the various timer settings yet again. The clock said seven - anhour before the dogs would be released - when she stood decisively and slippedout of her nightdress to stand naked on the cool, tiled floor. Seizing thehypdodermic, she rammed it against the flesh of her right buttock and pressedthe trigger, hearing the short hiss as the drug was driven under her skin andknowing that it would take effect in half an hour or so.Everything was to handupon the table before her, and her next action was to insert in her mouth thetiny plastic gag which would hold down her tongue without affecting her abiltyto eat and drink. She practised speaking, but could only manage to gurgle incomprehensively.The short chain-leash she'd made for the occasion was next, clipping it tothe collar, she allowed it dangle to her upper thigh. Collecting her paddedmitts, she went outside. It was much warmer now, and she felt quite comfortablein the windless air as she locked the kitchen door and hung the key on itsnail under the low eaves. Taking a last look through the kitchen window atthe clock, she saw that the timer for her mitts would switch on in five minutes,at seven-thirty. Hastily she dropped to all-fours and buckled the collar aroundher neck before thrusting her hands into the mitts and settling the cuffs comfortablyaround her wrists. She had litle time to change her mind before the faint doubleclick announced that her mitts were now locked on her hands, and she was irretrievablycommitted. Cautiously she raised her right hand - her right 'paw' now, shethought with a nervous giggle. Higher and higher she raised it, until it passedthe invisible barrier that brought her instant, agonising pain. She found herselflying half-senseless on the hard earth, and it was some time before she managedto get back onto all-fours. She looked around her, once more struck by thedifference in perspective from her present low level with her eyes no morethat twenty inches or so from the ground. Then she walked off towards the smallinner yard and the dogs' shed, her short leash trailing between her front paws.
She found the dogs sitting at the barred door of their tiny shed, expectingtheir freedom at any moment. Jane moved close to the bars and allowed themto sniff her thoroughly, noticing their immediate sense of recognition. Witha loud click and a whirr of machinery, the door began to swing open, and Janemoved out of its way to sit on her haunches and wait for the dogs to emerge.
It was Bravo who reached her first. As he'd been trained so painstakinglyto do, he seized the leather loop at the end of her leash in his powerful jawsand walked off, dragging her behind him by his shaggy side. Towser followedclosely, occasionally sniffing her between her buttocks to reinforce his senseof her identity.
Bravo led her into the shade of the porch and up to its far end where he neatlydropped the loop of her leash over the top of the post before walking backto join Towser in lapping at the water and then sitting expectantly by theirlarge food bowl.
Left alone, Jane sat 'doggy' fashion on her haunches and watched the dogs,guiltily aware of the warm, moist spot high up where her inner thighs joined.It had really happened, she thought with mingled amazement and apprehension;now she really was like them - naked, dumb and on all-fours. And she was collaredlike them too, as she was reminded whenever she moved her neck. But unlikethem, she was tethered; dependant on them for food and water. That thoughtreminded her that she, too, was hungry, and she wondered, like the dogs, whenshe'd be able to feed.
A sudden movement on their part told her that the dogs' morning ration offood had been delivered, and she stretched out on her belly and watched themeat, but not before noticing that Towser had hung back a trifle before joiningBravo. Evidently the latter was the leader of their little pack - now of threeanimals - and she had no illusions about her place in the hierarchy. The dogsfinished eating. Towser trotted off on some errand of his own, while Bravolay on his stomach, his long, thick forelegs stretched out before him. Janemoved restlessly. It had become quite hot, her bladder needed emptying, andshe squatted and relieved herself forthwith. After all, she was an animal now,she reminded herself, and animals had no inhibitions about such conduct. Also,although a most fastidious young woman, she secretly enjoyed the freedom ofaction she enjoyed in her present incarnation.
Bravo raised his head sharply to regard her, than came to his feet and walkedover to sniff at the fast-disappearing little puddle of her urine. He raiseda hindleg against the wall and added his contribution before taking the loopof her leash in his teeth and lifting it smoothly over the top of its post.This time Jane was ready for the dog's strong tug on her collar, and she followedhim obediently to the water bowl. Bravo lay down on his stomach again, herleash trapped under his powerful right forepaw. Jane lowered her hot, sweatyface into the cool water and drank noisily before going on to the remains ofthe food the dogs had left uneaten. She already knew what she would find; theso-called vegetarian dog food had been left untouched except by the thrustingnoses, and a good deal of the coarse cereal 'mixer' had been left too. Althoughher repast looked and smelt as disgusting as it tasted, Jane ate as much asshe possibly could without actually vomiting. She'd steeled herself to do this,as she knew that the quantity of food she'd arranged to be dispensed wouldbe barely enough for the three of them after a few days, and the dogs wouldmake her eat last as she'd suspected they would. When she'd finished, she laydown by Bravo's side and considered what would happen next as her outragedstomach struggled to digest its recent meal.
The next signal to the dogs was programmed to remind them of their next feedat six in the evening; two hours later another signal would summon them totheir shed for the night. What she was going to do until then depended on thewhim of the dogs. Whichever of them held her leashed at the time might releaseher to wander off as they'd done in the past; she couldn't go far, being restrictedto the small field between the outer yard and the moor, to the yard itself,and to the smaller yard beyond. In the meantime, she closed her eyes and waitedupon Bravo's decision.
The huge body next to her moved suddenly, and she opened her eyes to see thegreat head lift and its eyes fix upon something in the field. The dog stoodabruptly, still fixated on what only it could see, then walked off decisively.Jane rose too, and stood on all-fours watching Bravo's departure. But whenhe reached the open gate to the field, the big dog stopped, turned, and lookedback at her. Seeming to come to some decision, he trotted back, took Jane'sleash in his mouth, and pulled her with him to her post where he tethered heragain. Then he ran off with the air of a job well done.
Jane watched him go, her heart sinking. It was already terribly hot and stickyin the angle where the walls met, and the post was set only a few inches outfrom the corner, effectively confining the movements of her head and neck toan area equal to a quarter of a circle some two feet in diameter. As the grounddropped gently into the corner, so both her own urine and that of the dog hadrun down and soaked into the ground there; already it was beginning to smellunpleasantly. Worse, so short was her chain, that when she squatted to emptyher bowels - as she would have to on some occasions - she would deposit herdroppings no further than about three feet from the post. She thought of whatthe tiny area of packed soil would be like if she was to be tethered therefor long periods and shuddered. With nothing better to do, Jane stretched outon the hot, bare earth and closed her eyes, recalling the events of the morningso far.
She found herself unable to resist giving little wriggles of delight at hermemories of being led by the the Alsation at her side, of the irresistiblepower of his jaws, of her own helplessness when he held her leash. And Towser,when his turn came, would be scarcely less powerful. She felt once more theguiltily delicious sensation of warm moistness high up between her thighs andclenched her eyes shut in ecstasy. Coming back to normality before she climaxed,she sighed, closed her eyes once more, and dozed off to wait for one of thedogs to return.This was by far the most dangerous part of the scenario ? shouldthe dogs' conditioning fail, she would stay tethered here to die of thirst.But she wasn't really concerned; there were plenty of stimuli available topersuade one of them to release her, if only to drink. As for the rest of hertreatment, it would depend entirely on their training and their individualwhims of the moment. Knowing that her best chance of getting through her ordealwas to spend as much time as possible asleep or dozing, she closed her eyesand turned off her mental activities one by one until she reached that stateof half-trance she sought.
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