The reign of the patriarch 5.

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The Reign of the Patriarch 5.

Chapter 7.  More from Peter. A dog's life.


I was almost enjoying a dogs life.  Each day I spent hours 
exercising, mostly on the treadmill but also with specially designed 
attachments that helped me to build up all my muscles.  Slave had 
become a good friend and  we had worked out ways of pleasuring one 
another.  My long tongue meant that I could kiss him and caress the 
inside of that terribly empty mouth of his, an act which gave him 
great pleasure, for I think any signs of affection had long vanished 
from his life.    One night I began, as a good dog might, to lick 
his  poor balls and the piss hole where his cock had been.  He turned 
his ass to face me and I licked the underside of his balls - they 
really were huge and looked superb hanging down between his legs.   I 
let my tongue move upwards from the back of his scrotum and into his 
crack - it seemed years since I had enjoyed that wonderful musky  
taste.  He spread his legs and I was able to let my tongue caress his 
ass properly and I began to rim him, discovering that my new long, 
strong tongue was a tool for sex such as I had never imagined.  Slave 
groaned with pleasure, squirming and trying in every way he could to 
open up so that I could let my tongue penetrate him.  I longed for 
fingers to use to add to his pleasure, but  discovered  that my 
modified tongue was a new and wonderful toy that gave us both 
pleasure.  Slave pulled away from my exploring mouth to discover yet 
another way of gaining and giving pleasure. He straddled my back and 
slowly lowered his ass on to my tail, allowing me to penetrate him 
deeply.  For me it was a new sensation.  Because the skin was from my 
scrotum and they had left the nerves in place it gave me all kinds of 
sensations in my groin, as well as a completely new feeling that I 
certainly had never had before - I felt as if my ass was dripping 
with precum or something of the sort.



	Slave began to fuck his ass on my tail, and as he did so I 
used my new muscles to move my tail inside him and add to his 
pleasure, so that for both of us it was a glorious new experience.   
There was no way that I could climax but it gave me enormous pleasure 
to give something to this man who had lost so much and who had been 
so kind to me.  He shuddered and a trickle of cum came from his piss-
hole, then suddenly a great gout of it emerged, the first time he had 
had a proper climax since his cock had been removed.  From that 
moment, Slave was my slave in far more than just name.



We were desperate not to be discovered, remembering the result of 
Slave pleasuring one of his fellows, but it seemed that we managed to 
keep our secret well, especially since we knew that we were under 
constant surveillance,  but it seemed that all was well.  I spent 
each day n training,  and by this time found it entirely natural to 
bound about on all fours  and to behave in every way as the dog I had 
become.



One morning I was led into a group of masters and stood in their 
midst wondering what they needed me for.  On every previous occasion 
it had been unpleasant, and their air of gleeful anticipation made me 
confident  that whatever came next would not be good. I was mistaken.



The door opened and suddenly I became aware of the most entrancing 
smell I had ever known. All the wonderful perfumes I had ever smelt, 
all the good odours that had ever come my way,  everything good in 
all of these was combined in this scent.  Two slaves led in a dog, a 
German Shepherd,  and I realised that he was the source of all  this 
that was entrancing me.  I bounded across to him and began to sniff, 
entranced by his odour.  I sniffed his ass - wonderful but not quite 
right,  then I sniffed at his cock and could not restrain myself.  
All that  glorious perfume came from his doggy dick.  He was sniffing 
my ass as I sniffed him, and I became aware that I was dripping again 
as I had with Slave.   I could not resist, I licked his dick and it 
began to emerge from its sheath.  I took more of it into my mouth - 
it tasted even better than it smelt.  Suddenly I realised that I had 
a whole erect dog dick in my mouth and I was in ecstasy.  He pulled 
away and moved round to my rear, and almost instinctively I offered 
him my ass,  which he pushed his way into without hesitation - my new 
lips and whatever they had secreted gave him both easy access and 
pubrication.



I have never had such a fuck - pure lust from him and from me.  As it 
developed his cock began to swell until he made a great knot of flesh 
that held him firm inside.  It hurt, but it was a wonderful pain and 
he continued to pump away at me and eventaully to fill me with what 
seemed like gallons of cum.  He turned, still inside me so that we 
were ass to ass.



Suddenly I realised what had happened.  I had opened my body to a 
DOG.  I could not imagine why except that he had given me an 
experience unrivalled in all my previous life.  What is more, I had 
become so immeersed in the lust of the moment that I had forgotten 
that we had an audience.



The Masters were jubilant, though I noticed that several of them were 
also busy pumping their own cocks.  I heard some of their 
conversation.

"It worked!  The bitch gland in its ass and the therapy have made it 
a real bitch that can't resist a male dog.  Imagine the effect on His 
Holiness' ladies".  

 Suddenly I caught on to what they had done.  I had been transformed 
not only into a dog but into an insatiable bitch, unable to resist 
the scent of a male.  I was a sex toy, not just to people but even to 
animals, unable to control my  new instincts,  but even as I thought 
about that humiliation I began to feel horny as I remembered that 
wonderful fuck and the pull of that great knot in my ass.  I hated 
myself for wanting more.



I was led back to my room by one of the masters who locked the door 
as soon as we were inside.  He ordered my to stand still and quickly 
stripped off his pants.  He had a raging hard on which he thrust into 
my ass, still wet from all the dog cum that had filled me,  and 
fucked me.  I could do nothing - he was a master - and in any case I 
enjoyed it.



Suddenly there was a hammering at the door, then the lock turned and 
security guards burst in.  All that had happened had been seen on 
security cameras.  The Master was led away and Slave came in to clean 
me up.



Chapter 8.  The Master's punishment.



A few days later I was led into a court room and tethered to a table 
leg in the centre.  The Master who had raped me was in the dock and 
the judge was pronouncing sentence.

"Since this animal is intended for the Patriarch's own harem, your 
attack on him is particularly grave.  You took pleasure in attacking 
him, so the sentence of this court is that you will become a slave 
and we shall ensure that sex becomes a pain and not a pleasure.  The 
dog Petra will be permitted to watch your punishment".



Without delay, a table was wheeled in to the court room and the 
erring Master stripped and strapped down, stuggling and protesting,   
A narrow tube, pierced in several places,was forced down his urethra, 
though it was far too long for the whole thing to be inserted and 
several inches remained sticking out.  His foreskin was pulled and 
stretched until it reached almost to the end of the tube and was 
riveted through one of the holes in the tube so that it was fixed, 
then a wider tube with a flared end pushed down over catheter and 
foreskin, imprisoning it in a double shell of metal.  I now realised 
why the end flared out - it pushed the head of his cock down inside 
his foreskin.  It must have been agony.  When it cleared the head of 
that inner tube,  a needle was pushed through the base, through the 
centre tube and out again and a ring fitted and welded solid, holding 
his cock forever captive deep inside.  Other rings were fitted, and I 
realised the reason for the holes in that catheter,  they were to fix 
his foreskin forever in a shall of metal,  and to prevent him ever 
again achieving an erection.   They turned him over, paying no 
attention to the agony of his dick,  and began to do something to his 
ass.  I could not see what was happening,  but one of the guards 
leaned acrosss to tell me.

"They are fixing electrodes to his prostate.  When the current flows 
it will feel as if he is being fucked,  but no two will be the same.  
Once it might feel as if he has a huge cock in his ass, another time 
a small but subtle one.  The device is controlled remotely  by 
computer and is totally random.  At any time, day or night, he might 
feel as if he is being fucked  but he will never know when it is to 
come or how long it will last.  It might be a minute or it might be 
an hour".



This did not seem in any way to be a punishment until I realsied that 
each fuck would make him try to get hard and each attempted erection 
would be an impossible torture because of his imprisoned foreskin.  
Suddenly I felt sorry for my attacker.




Chapter 9.  The brothers meet.


A few days later I was led out by Slave  and taken to a large room 
which I had never seen before,  and there, sitting on top of a large 
pile of coloured cushions was my beloved brother Paul.   I pulled 
forward, and Slave released the  catch on my lead so that I could 
race across the room to where Paul was sitting.



Suddenly I realsied that something was wrong.  In the first place he 
had breasts.  They were large and beautiful with the biggest nipples 
I had ever seen,  but breasts! Then I realised something even more 
strange.  His body was tattooed.  Two huge snakes covered his upper 
body and breasts and their heads were those great nipples, whilst  
each arm was tattooed to simulate  a snake and his hands had been 
changed so that the two fingers and a thumb which remained on each 
were joined by a web of skin to make the head of the tattooed snake.



I drew back a little, but then realised that this was still my 
beloved brother and trotted the last few feet to where he sat.



The cushions were not cushions.  Paul was sitting on top of a great 
snake,  but when I looked more closely I saw that from the waist down 
Paul was the snake.



He moved, his human body erect above the serpent, and threw his arms 
around me in a loving greeting. I melted into his arms.  Whatever had 
been done to him I loved him and he was still my brother.  I kissed 
him, pushing my tongue between his parted lips,  and what I found 
there was the most terrible discovery of all.  My tongue was grasped 
from every side and caressed in what seemed like a dozen ways, not by 
one tongue but by many.



I pulled back  and looked at my dear brother with tears in my eyes.  
What had they done to him?  When I looked more closely, I saw that he 
also was weeping when he looked at me,  though I did not know why, 
for I had learned to love my new body and had been taught to be proud 
of it.  I was the best human bitch ever created.



Paul opened his mouth for me to see.  His front teeth had been 
removed and his tongue split again and again, though done with such 
artistry that each dissected segment had a life of its own,  and each 
tattooed a different colour and given a barbell piercing to simulate 
eyes.  His mouth looked like a nest of little snakes, each one with a 
life of its own.



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