Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 15:32:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robin Reed <any_mouse2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beastiality/Dog Soldier I

This is a work of fiction featuring graphic depictions
of mind control and sex. It is intended only for
mature readers, and if such depictions are illegal in
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Dog Soldier

The Captain and I live in the country, in a farmhouse
that has plenty of land around it. It has privacy, and
we like that. The serenity would be reason enough, but
there are others.

The television was flickering in the corner when we
got back from our walk. There were images of snarling
dogs, and cowering men on the screen. The images
seemed to upset him. I don't like it when the Captain
is upset. He looked down at me. "You understand the
power of dogs better than anyone. You see how they are
using them. This is not what we worked so hard on.
This is not what the plan was."

I wagged my butt hopefully. He unclipped my leash and
poured a glass of wine for himself. "This was a grand
experiment, and it was to be used to get through to
prisoners who had very special information. That was
where you were so good, Rover. You were a hero."

He leaned over to rub my head. I love the Captain when
he does that, but I love him all the time. I do not
remember a time when I did not. It seems like forever,
and that cold period when he sent me away still hurts
and makes me afraid.

"The West Virginia National Guard! For Christ's sake,
what were they thinking? They used those dogs in a way
that was guaranteed to get them in trouble. What a
bunch of morons!" He sipped some wine. "We trained you
right, Rover. You were the good soldier. I wish we had
known more about the affects of the conditioning, but
you are happy, and I am happy with you, girl."

I wagged my butt and put my nose on his shoe.

"The bitch of it is," laughing when he said it, "The
real bitch of it is that now all dog work will be
compromised, even if you would go back and do it in a
heartbeat. That is a pity. We could have broken any of
them, even bin Laden himself, with your help."

His voice drifted off.

He walked to the cabinet and took down the vials that
hold my medicine. There is the pill that controls my
anxiety, and the pill that helps me lactate, and the
one that gives me the warm glow that spreads out from
my tummy and all through my legs and right down to my
paws.

He snapped his fingers, signaling me to take the
position. He didn't have to give me direction, not
now. I naturally stayed on all fours whenever we were
inside, and my little gloves kept my fingers all
together and the padding on the bottom let me put all
my weight on them.

 "Up!" He said, and I rose on my knees, front paws
presented. He placed the pills and capsules on my
tongue. "Good girl!" He rubbed my head and caressed
the side of my face. "Now get some water." He clicked
his fingers and I dropped down and scampered over to
my bowl.

It was a little challenge to not lose the pills as I
lapped up the lukewarm water. I had learned to tuck
them in my cheek until I had enough water to swallow.
I heard the can opener grind and Master put some Iams
in my food bowl and topped it with some canned dog
food. He placed it on the floor next to me. When I was
sure I had the pills down, I leaned over to smell my
food. The smell of the dog food was sharp, and I was
hungry.

When I came to live here it had been a little strange.
I was still transitioning from life after The Unit,
and after being so afraid and lost on the streets. I
was so afraid that the Captain would not take me in,
and let me be what I realized I really was.

After all the training and the close quarters of the
kennels it had been unnerving to be let go, given back
my civilian clothes and the medal with the clqassified
citation and told what a brave solider I was.

I guess they thought I could forget what they had done
to me. I had volunteered, after all, though they said
that everything was reversible, and none of the
memories would necessarily keep me from readjusting to
civilian life. It wasn't possible.

Now the cozy intimacy of the house is home, and I love
the Captain. I used to count the hours he was gone
during the day, but that has changed. I don't think so
much about time any more, and the capsules make me
feel warm and let me sleep much of the day away.

I was hungry. I ate the brown mass on top of the
cereal bits. They crunched as I chewed. I like the
caps on my teeth. I can feel very fierce when I run my
tongue over them, though I would never bite anyone
unless they were threatening the Captain.

When I finished I licked the bowl as best I could.
Then I lapped up some more water and padded into the
study. The fire burned merrily. I was happy to be
inside. I had broken a sweat when I chased the ball
that Master threw, and I needed the warmth.

I scooted to the fire and circled on the Oriental rug
the Captain placed there for me. I curled up on it.
Master understood the need for warmth for a dog with
little fur. I basked in the rosy glow.

I was warm. I had plenty to eat. I made my Master
happy. That made me happy, as happy as I had ever been
in my life. The Captain put his wineglass on the table
next to his chair and knelt down beside me. That as
the other thing. He kept me content, and happy to be
his bitch.

He caressed my hair, and rubbed my neck. I stretched
out in joy, rolling over on my back. I loved my
after-dinner rub. He scratched under my thick leather
collar, and he rubbed my tummy, which I love. It
brought my arms and legs up in delight.

He fondled my dugs. They have distended since I have
been taking the drugs, and the nipples are quite long
and sensitive. He pinched them in a strong but gentle
way, and it sent a thrill straight through my belly to
my big clitty. In a moment I hoped he would rub me
there, too, and I opened my mouth and let my tongue
loll from the side. He worked his way down and I felt
my clitty becoming firm. After dinner was a special
time. I felt so close to Master. I loved being his
dog. I whimpered in happiness.

I began to squirm in anticipation of his touch, and I
could feel I was getting hard. Sure enough, his right
hand strayed to the fur around my clitty. He tugged
lightly on the tag that hung from the ring punched
through the loose skin of my scrotum, and I quivered
when he traced the tattoo of my name, which proudly
arched above the fur on my groin.

Then his fingers curved around my clitty, which had
grown long now, and arced up so that it touched my
belly.

I could feel I was leaking from the tip, and he began
to stroke on me, running his palm down the shaft to my
sack at the bottom. The tag that pierced the skin
jingled with the motion. His left hand stroked my long
soft hair and my hips began to buck of their own
accord. I whimpered in pleasure.

"That's my girl. You good girl," he crooned. Between
the food and the vitamins and the fire's warmth, I
felt as though I was going to melt. My tummy began to
ripple with pleasure, and when he stopped stroking my
hard clitty and ran his index finger along the crack
of my bottom, pressing a finger against my doggie
cunt. I barked in frustration. I wanted him to make me
cum.

"I can't tell you how happy I am with your progress,
girl. This is beyond what I had expected." I gazed up
at him. Sometimes I listened and sometimes I just
tuned in the sound of his voice, his frequency. I
followed along, content that he was speaking to me.

Whatever those vitamins were, I love the way they make
me feel. I never responded like this to anyone man
when I was human. I love my Master. I love being his
dog. I laid there on my back, legs sprawled apart,
completely open and completely vulnerable.

When he got up I knew the regular evening program was
going to commence. I began to pant in anticipation. He
walked over to the door to the hallway and clapped his
hands. "Go get yourself ready," he said, and I could
hear Sandy's paws on the polished wood of the hallway.


I'm Sandy's bitch. he is a big black Lab, with a happy
disposition and a high sex drive. He was bred for both
qualities, since in a dream I was told that black dogs
were considered by some to be the instruments of the
devil himself, and unclean.

I wondered how anyone could think that about my mate.
Sandy normally stayed in the front part of the house,
and got to sleep on the Captain's bed during the day.

Sometimes he let us stay together all day when he was
gone, and I liked that a lot, since I am Sandy's
bitch, and that is the reason why I had come to live
with the Captain after the mission overseas was over
and I was so confused.

I rolled over and got up on my knees. The Captain had
fixed a sponge on top of a short post and soaked it
with lubricant and a special scent that made Sandy
very randy. He had to keep it in the cabinet when we
had the run of the house or Sandy would go crazy
humping me.

Whenever I needed to, I could back up against it and
smear some on my doggie-cunt so that I was nice and
slippery. Sandy didn't mess around when it came to
taking his bitch, and the Captain did not want me to
get hurt in the breeding.

I like being Sandy's bitch. It makes me feel complete
when he mounts me. That is what the training had been
all about, to make me comfortable with the mission. In
time, that was all I wanted to do.

The Captain had expected that would pass, once the
operation was complete and his unit had prepared the
other prisoners to spill their guts. The problem was
that I did not want to come back. They had made me
respond to Sandy, and then I couldn't return from
where they had sent me. I was a bitch, and that is
just what I was.

Sandy bounded over to me as soon as the door opened,
all excited. He began to lick my face, and I licked
him right back. We shared wet dog kisses, since we had
been apart all afternoon, and he jumped up on me,
pushing me with his chest. I bumped back against him,
and we rolled around on the floor as I tried to take a
submissive position on the rug.

I wondered what it would be like it if he mounted me
like I was human, with me on my back. That was a
fantasy I had sometimes, with some dim memories of
being a human male. The image of being upright and
wearing clothes sometimes come to me in a peculiar
way, sometimes when Sandy is tied to me.

I could see he was getting aroused, the red top of his
cock peeking out of his furry sheath. Sandy is so
handsome, and I envy his golden fur that is so soft
against my hairless back. He tried to hump my face,
and I tried to capture his cock in my mouth as he
became fully erect. Sucking him off and letting him
fuck my mouth had been part of my routine when I
pretended to be human in the jail and the guards would
bring Sandy to me to make the others think that it was
going to happen to them.

I remember how quiet it would get, and sometimes I
could hear them crying in terror. I had to pretend to
resist, at least at first, but I don't have to pretend
any more.

It did not take a lot to get to like it, what with the
conditioning and all, but I confess I like it better
when Sandy takes me in my doggie-cunt than when he
humps my face. I like to tie with him.
I lowered my head to the floor, keeping my ass in the
air, assuming a position of a completely submissive
bitch for him. Sandy got the idea, and walked on his
hind legs around me, resting his weight on my back.
His cock brushed my flank, and I spread my legs as far
as I could, completely opening myself to him.

He stepped between my legs, and his paws slipped down
around my waist. The Captain could have put little
booties on Sandy so that he would not scratch me, but
he decided that the network of scars around my middle
from his dew-claws was a mark of being possessed, and
he thought it was natural.

I didn't mind at all. Sandy began to poke at me,
seeking my cunt and his engorged cock slid up and down
my lubricated crack. I moved my ass with his
thrusting, and with my own urgency. I wanted to be
mated with him, and I wished I could be fertile and
grow his puppies inside me and deliver him a good
litter that would suck at my dugs after I licked them
clean.

The Captain told me I could nurse some puppies when my
milk comes in, and I will be a real bitch for them, as
he grows more dogs like Sandy that like to mount
bitches like me.

Based on how long I am likely to live, I expect to be
the bitch for many generations of proud studs just
like my lover Sandy.

The Captain keeps Sandy's claws trimmed, but they are
still sharp and I could feel them cut my skin as he
gripped me in his powerful forelegs. I was completely
helpless beneath him, just the way I like it. I felt
him hit his mark and I pushed back against his sharp
cock to make sure it lodged in me. Once he knew he was
home, Sandy entered me with a single stroke, and I
yelped at the intrusion, glad that I was good and wet
for him.

I exhaled all my breath as he possessed me. It makes
those first brutal strokes bearable, until the warmth
begins to radiate from my cunt through my belly and my
sensitive dugs. His cock grew and grew and rubbed that
special spot inside me. My tongue lolled out and I
began to whimper those words that they taught me in
that strange guttural language.

They are the only words I use now, since I have no
need to speak. I can express myself perfectly well by
whining and barking.

The trainers said they were special words of
submission in another language, and that I was
supposed to say them when Sandy was jack-hammering me
in his urgency. He fucked me for a while, and then I
felt his knot pressing against my cunt and I pushed
back, wanting to take him all inside me.

He bounced against me twice and then using the
leverage of his powerful paws on my waste he popped
into my, inside the tight ring of my dog cunt. The
third time was the charm. His tennis-ball sized mass
sealed me to him.

I was completely his now, and my world was him and his
cock. He really began to work me, now that I was part
of him, moving my ass with his thrusting, his hardness
deep in me. I wanted his seed. I wanted his puppies.
He drooled on my back in his frenzy, and he drooled on
my cheek and into my mouth as my tongue lolled and all
I could do was whimper in joy, completed as I felt him
begin to spew his seed inside me.

Sandy must cum in a quart. I could feel his hot seed
filling up my intestines. He held me hard and used me
until I was completed and full. The mission was
accomplished. His thrusts slowed as he emptied himself
into me. His knot was at it fullest, sealing his
juices into me, and he rose on my back, standing
proudly with his paws on me, and then turned, until we
were locked, ass to ass, his fur soft against my skin,
the knot tugging my insides out.

I scooted back against him, to keep him in me, and we
stood like that for minutes. As I came back t reality,
I saw the Captain watching us from his chair, sipping
wine. He gave me a smile, and nodded at my
performance.

Eventually Sandy's knot came down enough that he
popped out of me. I could feel his juices running down
my leg as he withdrew, leaving me empty. He curled up
on the rug, and began to lick himself. I wanted to
just curl in a ball, and feel the warmth within me.
But I was well trained. I padded over to him and
offered my tongue to help clean my mate, just as I had
been taught.

Sandy had been taught as well, and he rolled on his
back to offer his softening cock to my mouth. I
cleaned him of our juices as his hot red member began
to disappear once more into his sheath. His taste was
sharp, and I could smell him and the scent from the
lubricant and my own pungent odor on him. Only when I
was done could I curl up and feel satisfied.

I curled around my mate and felt the warmth of the
fire and of his fur against me.

The Captain spoke, his words seeming to come from far
away.
"It will never cease to amaze me how you respond,
Girl. I was nuts to think you could go back into the
world without us. You are one good bitch."

I whimpered happily. "I'll let you guys sleep together
tonight."
I clenched the ring of my doggie cunt to keep as much
of Sandy's seed inside me as I could, and put my nose
against Sandy's neck.

The rich smell of his fur seems like home.

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