Chapter 1

 

"You mean you will actually kidnap her? Take her from the man she chose over me, and then turn her into a female dog, force her to live with real dogs in a kennel-and then even bear little puppies-and I will have first choice of her litter?"

Dr Jonathon Mansfield smiled at his host. "That's exactly what I mean-and it is all very possible. I have done it with the girl who spurned me, just as Elizabeth spurned you for another man, and even now she is carrying a litter of seven little spaniel puppies from a champion bitch and sire and will soon drop them, right in the kennel which is now her home.

"Later, I may experiment with other animals..."

"Good God. But yes, yes, yes. I want her to suffer for what she has done to me. I can pay you now, if you like, but I would like to come and see your, er, kennels and see your human bitch so I can imagine Liz in the same condition?"

"Thank you. I know the fee is very high but it is an expensive process and while I have my own resources, they are not unlimited. Yes, it is quite true that when the litter drops, you will have first choice of the puppies. Unfortunately I cannot offer you the girl, she will be used for breeding for a few years and then will be sold, in litter again, overseas where she can be kept in a proper harem out of harm's way...

"As to your visiting my kennels, certainly, once you have paid the fee, you will be as implicated in my little venture as I am and that will protect my anonymity."

His host grinned and reached for his cheque-book. "When may I come?"

 

Jane Willies was a stunner. A model, she had at first been attracted to Dr Jon Mansfield for his lean good looks and his position as a research scientist. She had also enjoyed his mastery as a lover. He was no absent-minded boffin, this thirty-six-year-old stud. But then Charles had appeared on the scene. At first she had two-timed Jon but then Charles, who was an even better catch, had proposed marriage to her and she had eagerly accepted, now informing Jon she was finished with him.

He had been stunned for although he was indeed a good lover, he had not had a great deal of experience with women and had thought Jane was going to be his lifelong partner. That she could so easily dump him for someone else had bewildered him but then something in his mind had snapped and he had begun to think dark thoughts about what he would like to do to the beautiful, but two-timing bitch.

That was it! Bitch. His research had been in the theoretical side of procreation and while nobody had ever seriously suggested that one species should carry the progeny of another the theory had been researched and Jon had been in the middle of it. He knew very well that in these days of artificial insemination and in vitero fertilisation, it was very possible and what better way to exact revenge on the allegorical bitch than to turn her into a real-life one.

He began to plan. First, pleading other interests, he resigned from his position in the research facility at the university and investigated a new home. It had to be remote. He thought Cornwall would be ideal. Far enough away from London and wild enough to have isolated homesteads. He went down there to look over the prospects and was pleased to find a number of possibilities, all of which were considerably cheaper than the sum he expected to realise from his comfortable home in London.

The one he finally settled on was a farmhouse that had been vacant for quite a few years and its farm had been let go to seed so nobody would expect to see it functioning again. It was right at the end of a narrow valley and there were no neighbours for miles. It had been fitted out with its own generating plant and had no need of any other local services. There wasn't even a mail delivery, which pleased him as well.

He got on with selling his home and then moved down to Cornwall to begin the process of turning his new home into a breeding kennels-and later, perhaps something else as well.

He took with him a young man who had been his research assistant back at the university. Peter Vella thought the sun, moon and stars shone out of Jon's backside but the older man very carefully sounded him out on the new project, advancing in minutely small degrees before he decided Peter was the right man to take down to Cornwall with him.

It turned out that in his private life, Peter had a definite kink towards sadism and although he had had no opportunity in his twenty-one years to practise his kink, his subliminal mind was a vast storehouse of theoretical torture. Jon had studied hypnosis as part of his medical degree and after convincing the boy to allow him into his mind, uncovered a treasury of such ideas. Peter, when confronted with this when again awake, invited Jon round to his tiny bed-sitter and showed him his library. The upshot of this was that Peter (and his library) joined Jon in his new venture and when told that his ex-girlfriend was going to be the first victim, was ecstatic for he had, in his dreams, stripped Jane naked and stretched her out in a totally nude spreadeagle so he could feel and fondle her while she screamed abuse and protested and pleaded with him to release her. He had (still only in his mind) then perpetrated other, even more interesting things on her naked body.

To have her as their first subject was going to be utterly wonderful, especially as Jon (no longer Dr Mansfield) had said he could rape her from time to time-only with permission, but definitely quite often.

 

Kidnapping the twenty-four year old girl was simplicity itself. The problem was to shift suspicion away from him and Peter. Accordingly, the act was carried out when the pair of them were fully engaged in a conference on genetics and by a pair of experts whom Jon had discovered. It took place in broad daylight, while the pair of scientists were actually sitting in a plenary session of the conference.

Jane and Charles were at lunch at a fashionable riverside restaurant. Jon had told the men that she had a habit of attending to her toilette half way through every meal and they had watched and waited, always aware of Jon's and Peter's movements to preserve their alibis. A careful disguise, a quick jab, a hurried exit, seen by only a couple of people who could only identify two very muscular-looking men with Jane between them, and it was all over.

Jane was held by the two men for a fortnight while police investigated (including Jon, clearly establishing his alibi) and then she was delivered to the farm in Cornwall.

"You!" she said, as she was delivered into Jon's keeping by the pair of kidnappers.

"Me," he replied, grinning broadly at her dishevelled state and staring up and down her svelte figure. The kidnappers had reduced her to her underwear: bra, panties and slip and she shivered a little in the breeze outside the unmarked delivery van into which she had been thrown, trussed like a pig, for the journey.

The men drove off while Jon and Peter dragged the still cuffed Jane into the house. Her ankles as well as her wrists were secured and connected by a short chain so that she could only take tiny steps, so Peter merely threw her over his broad shoulder and carried her down into the cellars of the old house.

She protested of course and so Jon (after nodding to Peter to put her down temporarily), thrust the prongs of his prodder through her panties and into her cheek. "Be quiet," he snarled, if you don't want to feel this in your whorish cunt!"

She did. The prodders Jon and Peter waved around had been adapted to human use and the blunt nubs used with cattle replaced with sharpened tines as on a carving fork so they could penetrate just about any clothing and also so the sharp prongs would prick right into the skin. They packed a fair wallop and had caused her whole body to go into a shaking rigidity that had her speechless as the pain racked through and through her body. She didn't want a repeat of that, let alone with those sharp prongs thrust into her vagina.

When they arrived at the small room at the foot of the steep stairs (whose entrance had now been carefully hidden), Peter stood her up again and he and Jon sat in the only two chairs in the room and looked her up and down for a few seconds while she blushed in shame and fidgeted in fear and uncertainty.

"What are you going to do to me?" she said at last, softly and rather tentatively, her eyes on Jon's prodder which he kept in her full view, waving it towards her still hidden vagina every now and then.

He smiled but it was not a pleasant expression. "Why, you are going to become a bitch-not that you aren't one already; just that now you will become one in fact.

"You are actually going to become a mother, slut. A mother of little puppies... I am going to impregnate you with the seed of a real bitch that has been fertilised by the semen of a big dog. And you are going to then breed the puppies in your womb and suckle them with your milk... You will become a bitch in fact as well as by nature!"

She stared at him in horror. "No! Please Jon, you can't mean it?"

"Oh I mean it all right. And it is quite possible. I am going to enjoy seeing all the theories I have been working on come to fruition in fact in your sluttish body..."

He paused again, his eyes bright as he let them wander up and down her only partially clad body and then his horrible smile deepened and he turned to his assistant. "For a bitch, she is rather overdressed, wouldn't you say, Peter?"

"She sure is Jon," said the muscular young man who now rose from the chair and moved forward reaching up to the top of her silk slip, ripping downwards and tearing it right open so that it hung in tatters down the front of her body until he pulled it right off her.

She screamed-once, but soon desisted as Peter held up his charged prodder and made as if to thrust it into her beautiful, now half-exposed breasts.

She now stood up in just her bra and ultra-brief panties-just a thong really that left everything but her actual slit exposed at front-and everything at the back, her shapely rear fully exposed with even the thin strap between the cheeks quite invisible.

"Let's see her udders, Peter," said her former fiancé, staring at her lissom form with a mix of sexual hunger and hate.

His assistant grinned lecherously and stepped up to the trembling girl once more, grasping at the half-cup garment and jerking it away from her breasts so that the strap behind it simply snapped leaving her almost totally naked, the tiny triangle of silk at her loins now her only covering.

Jane was sobbing by this time and tried to cover her now naked breasts by bending forward since her hands were still cuffed behind her back. Jon nodded to Peter however and the young man grinned again, threw the useless garment to the floor and stepped up to the trembling girl, reaching out to fondle her lovely breasts-and the rest of her almost naked body.

It was certainly a body worth fondling. Jane Willies was utterly beautiful and she also lacked the often metallic hardness of the professional model. Her skin was as smooth as silk and quite blemish-free. It was the colour and texture of cream and with her abiding interest in squash, covered a body that was utterly devoid of even a small layer of fat. She wasn't overly muscular but she was certainly athletic and her shape turned every male's eyes as she walked down the road.

She was aware of her beauty of course and she flaunted it, swinging her head often to show off the lustrous gleam of her long golden hair and her violet-blue eyes set off her most attractive face to a tee.

Her beautiful face now showed her misery however, as Peter ran his hands all over her lovely body while her ex-boyfriend sat and watched, his eyes bright as he delighted in her shame and humiliation. Peter had dreamed of this moment ever since Jon had introduced him to her some years back and in his bed at night had fantasised at the things he would love to do to her body. Now it was all coming true!

"She's still over-dressed, Peter," said Jon eventually and his assistant gurgled some inarticulate sounds and without ceasing his sensuous feeling of her lovely flesh with his right hand, reached down with his left to grab the tiny elastic hip band, pulling it smartly out from her body until it too broke and the whole rather useless garment came away in his hands.

He had not seen Jane naked before of course but Jon had and he smiled thinly as he stared at her utterly naked vagina. She had always favoured these minuscule things she called panties and had kept her mons shaved totally rather than allow even a wisp of hair to peek out from either side of the tiny garment. Jon had other ideas for her mound but they would wait until her hairs had begun to regrow. In the meantime he was enjoying watching his young assistant feeling down the now totally nude girl as she squirmed in shame, stepping from foot to foot as much as the chain between her ankles allowed and bending this way and that as she tried to avoid his questing fingers.

Jon coughed eventually and Peter stepped back. "I think it's time to introduce our first bitch to her new life, Peter."

"Sure Jon," said the young man, grinning at his boss and then turned and led the girl out of the little room and down the passage to the kennels. Here, Jon had constructed a series of cages that were no more than three feet high. Each was six feet wide and eight feet long. At the front of each was a drinking trough and at the back a shallow drain ran across all the cages about a foot in from the back wall. The human bitches would be depositing their wastes, both liquid and solid into this. At the end of the row of cages was a lever valve that would send a stream of water down the drain, picking up the wastes from each cage as it passed across them.

Jane stared into the cages in horror. "You can't mean to put me in there?" she said, trying to back away from them.

"Oh but I do. You are a bitch now and you will be caged as such."

"But they're so low. I won't be able to stand up?"

"Exactly. You will be on all fours all the time, won't you? Just like a real dog. Now, in you go," he added as Peter opened the door at the front of the first cage.

She made as if to refuse but then Peter raised his prodder once more, feinting it towards her naked vagina and she shrank back, dropping to her knees while Peter unlocked both sets of cuffs and gestured to her to crawl inside the low cage.

The floors were concrete and at one side there was a pile of straw for her to sleep on. Otherwise the cages were quite bare.

Once inside, Peter closed and locked the door and the two men now stared down through the open mesh of the steel cages at their first human bitch.

"She's perfect in body, Jon," said Peter, staring down at the naked animal in the cage.

"She is, yes. I have to agree with you in that, but in my mind she is as much a bitch as any canine animal and soon, very soon, she is going to be carrying a litter of them. It will be a real pleasure to watch as her belly swells up with a dozen little puppies inside her..."

"Nooo," she moaned as her mind wandered over the idea of her carrying a brood of very real little canine puppies.

"We'll leave her now to get accustomed to her new accommodations..." and with that Jon and Peter left the room, turning off the main lights but leaving a night light glowing so she could see the row of cages beside her and imagine them filled with human bitches, all carrying litters of puppies.

 

Jon wanted her to really feel she was a bitch and to that end, he was going to keep her in the cage almost permanently. But he also wanted to maintain her body in its near perfect athleticism and as a doctor himself, he well knew that her fine muscles would soon atrophy and her sleek condition fade unless she was properly exercised.

He had experimented on his own body with an instrument known as the violet wand. This is a gadget that emits blue sparks when brought close to the flesh and makes the muscles there react wonderfully-and quite involuntarily. He found, to his delight, that it made the more usual forms of exercise unnecessary-at least as far as the external muscles of the body were concerned.

She would still need to exercise her heart and lungs by performing on exercise machines but he had set this up in another room in the cellars that traversed the whole floor area of the house.

Accordingly, she was brought out of her cage every day and spreadeagled in a loose 'X' shape between two uprights. "What are you going to do to me now?" she said, cringing back from Jon and Peter as the latter dragged her out of her cage the next morning.

"Oh, we are going to make sure you are as fit as we can get you, slut. We are going to work on your muscles for a while-and then put you to hard labour to ensure you are aerobically fit as well."

Once she was spreadeagled, Jon took up the instrument and switched it on. Jane eyed it fearfully-as well she might for while it could deliver a pleasant tingle, it could also emit a violent shock and give a great deal of pain to her body. Jon didn't set it at maximum but it wasn't far off.

When trying it out on himself he had studied the principles of isometric and isotonic exercise and had discovered that a seven second contraction of the muscle concerned was the optimum period to generate strength and fitness in that muscle. In his own experiments, he had found that different muscles were best served with slightly different periods and he developed this theory into practice so that his own body, while lean, was incredibly fit and just as incredibly strong. On himself he had started with low intensity bursts of power and gradually increased them. With Jane, he was going to start out high. He wanted to make her suffer and she would.

Peter watched with his face excitedly eager. As twenty-one, he was still a sexual tyro but his fantasies were already well developed and most involved pain and degradation of the female subject. He thought this idea of Jon's was just about the best thing he could have imagined.

Jon brought the large globe up close to the inside of Jane's right thigh and laughed in glee as the muscles in the vicinity went straight into high tension and she screamed with the pain of the shock. He kept it there for the full seven seconds while she shook, pulling on the bonds holding her loosely spreadeagled so that all her muscles were in tension-and beads of sweat began to break out on her forehead.