Carolyn\'s Gifts

Carolyn watched as her lover walked by. After all the years that she'd been with him, the sight of his tight ass and taut, marine's figure still sent a wave of lust tingling down her. She had come, twice, straddling him in bed that morning and was quite satisfied as she sat at her table sipping her morning coffee, raping him with her eyes. She watched as he gently tugged the leash he was holding and his two pets enthusiastically moved closer and swarmed round his ankles.

 

She thought that he spoiled them somewhat but knew that he had been absolutely delighted with them, as her gift to him; and that gave her incredible satisfaction. She knew that he found them fun, comforting and relaxing while she was away. They proved a nice distraction and hobby for him.

 

Besides, when he was away, she saw to it that their life was not so easy. Partly this was because of her insatiable, rampant sadism, but mainly it was so that when he did come home, they were incredibly eager to be with him and very appreciative of his affections.

 

At the end of the day, though, they were pets; sometimes they were fun, sometimes they were tiresome.

 

Carolyn had gone to incredible lengths to acquire the pair. Although they had been functionless, skinny socialites, they had both been celebrities and it was difficult to just make celebrities 'disappear'.

 

Andreas had so consistently remarked about what they were 'good for' when they had flashed occasionally across their television screen or had popped up in a magazine. An idea had then sparked and lodged itself in her wicked mind. When Andreas saw that the pair had even been given their own TV show, he had scoffed and suggested some of his own ideas of the sorts of things they should be filmed doing; up to and including very, very unpleasant deaths.

 

 

 

Andreas was the kind of guy who effortlessly bowled his lady over with the most thoughtful presents. He was a true sadistic soul-mate, who knew exactly what she would desire, even before she did; so she had risen to this new project-idea of hers as the ultimate 'thank you' challenge; for her man.

 

The particulars of getting hold of them were starting to become a real headache; they were both so used to avoiding the press and were well minded at all times. As it turned out it, finally, it was handed to her on a plate. The two girls had decided to end their bickering and seal the public rift between them by holidaying together in the Caribbean, on an island less then a hundred miles from Carolyn and Andreas’s own. For someone as experienced as Carolyn, it had been absolute child’s-play to arrange a boating disaster from which the girl’s bodies were never retrieved.

 

The rest of her project was conducted in the safety of their own, extensive, facilities and to make things even better, it was when Andreas was spending nearly all his time in Germany, supervising projects.

 

Carolyn had brimmed with anticipation as the two girls were delivered and then presented to her. Each had been locked into a sturdy, padded, wheelchair for their transfer. Their wrists and ankles were restrained with thick metal bands while their heads were pulled back into semicircular rests and secured there by steel bands around their throats.

 

Their clothes were cut from them. Carolyn admired them both as they sobbed and made pathetic pleas for their release. Fantastic sums of money were being bandied about by the two girls, but Carolyn would not have sold them for all the oil in Saudi Arabia. She loved to listen to the sweet music of a desperate bitch, begging for her life, but this was not a situation that was new to her. The girls, of course, didn't realise this, that their chances of bargaining with her were non-existent.

 

They were both extremely skinny; one of them she judged to be clinically anorexic. With that in mind she had them both installed with nasal feeding tubes and put on a building-up diet. This delayed her plans for a few days but she was patient and knew it would lead to better results; better wound-healing.

 

On the second day (she believed in making people sweat) she paid them a proper visit. Both girls were fully restrained on beds, light-brown leather straps, designed for psychiatric patients, held them immobile and fully captive. She had had them both fitted with large ball gags so that they would not interrupt her.

 

She sat on a chair in between them as they both renewed their struggling and snorted into their gags. They both had copious pools of runny snot pouring from their noses and their eyes were red-raw from desperate weeping that had not stopped since the moment they had awoken.

 

Carolyn laughed to herself.

 

'Ok girls. Now today we're going to make a few changes to you. You're not going to like them one bit, but you're not going to have any opportunity to object, so who gives a fuck?'

 

They both moaned loudly, they did.

 

'When you're healed up you'd better apply yourselves to your training, or you'll be in some really fucking trouble'

 

With that she stood up and signaled to her staff that the time was right. The first girl was pushed down the hallway towards the theatre. She screamed the whole way. A needle went into her arm and then she was out cold.

 

 

 

The next few days passed in a blurry haze. They could remember still being unable to move a great deal and being heavily drugged; but having pain, everywhere. Carolyn looked down at them, a broad smile across her face. Everything had proceeded perfectly.

 

Each girl had been tattooed over every inch of her body. They were now both a perfect milky white colour, everywhere. The only places that weren't, were their lips, their asses and their pussies; the latter of which had actually been deepened in colour.

 

Both girls had bandages around their hands. All their fingers and their thumbs had been neatly amputated, leaving just the pad of each hand.

 

Their legs had been cut away at the knees, a smooth rounded skin surface surrounding the lower border of each of their femurs.

 

One of the girls stirred a little, and looked up into Carolyn's eyes. She tried to gurgle a sound. She furrowed her brow quizzically when she found it impossible. Carolyn smiled again. Their vocal cords had been mutilated completely; neither would ever utter a word again.

 

In addition to that, their teeth had all been pulled out. They had been fitted with metal pins on either side, where their molars had been, on both the top and bottom, to prevent them from overly closing their mouths and making them look like edentulous hags. Additionally, the pins had fittings so that each girl’s teeth could be locked together. This would later prove helpful with their suction training as it would force them to use their lip muscles.

 

Each girl had been completely electrolyzed; every single hair had been permanently struck from their bodies so they looked strangely innocent with their milk-white, bald and eyebrow-less heads. Their external ears had been completely cut off so they both just had holes in the sides of their heads to hear with. It would make localizing sound more difficult, but they would get used to it.

 

Within their scalps a number of metal fastenings had been implanted. These had actually been screwed into their skulls deeply below the skin. All had been placed, ingeniously, using the wounds from their ear removal, this made sure that there was no unsightly scarring on the top of either girls head.

 

The other significant intervention that had been performed was to selectively sever a number of each girl’s facial nerves. All the ones around the eyes were left perfectly intact; it was the ones that let the girls ‘mouth’ words that they damaged. They would still be able to pout, suckle and bare their teeth; but only fairly crudely and at that, with practice. They certainly would not be able to produce anything that could be lip-read. In time, and with training, they would learn to do a few things well with their mouths, but little else.

 

The smaller of the two girls arose a little and tried to turn herself, pulling weakly at her wrist straps. She lay on her back. Carolyn could already see some signs of breasts engorgement from the massive doses of prolactin that were being infused into each girl. Additionally, a testosterone cream was being rubbed into their clitori several times a day and there was some slight, initial evidence that each girls nubbin was starting to enlarge. It was difficult to differentiate this from all the collagen that had been implanted around each girl’s pussy. Their flaps had been enlarged to obscene proportions by thick, generous, permanent deposits underneath their vulvas The implants puckered their darkly tattooed lips so that they billowed firmly outward, appearing to all the world that they were rampantly engorged and needy; like baboons in heat. Their clits already stood proudly out from their hoods, thanks to plastic subcutaneous implants, but Carolyn wanted them to be fleshy and enormous; the testosterone would make them grow as they strove to be mini penises.

 

As they lay in their beds recovering, they were constantly supervised and nursed. Their wounds were thoroughly scrutinized and meticulously re-dressed and they were kept in strict, confining bondage. The nurses soothed them a little, but also started to encourage a sense of helplessness in them. They explained what had been done to them and how, once they had healed, they had better apply themselves well to their training or terrible, further punishments would be inflicted upon them.

 

When they were finally fit enough to leave the 'hospital', Carolyn assigned her most thorough trainer to them; she wanted the highest performance from them when they were finished learning their new roles.

 

Both girls spent every night restrained in beds and every day learning to walk and behave properly. Their fingerless hands were fitted into white leather 'gloves' that laced up tightly to their wrists. They created the impression of three cute, round toes, on little paws. A wide strap buckled firmly about the lacing and locked with a tiny padlock, fastening the paws firmly about their wrists. Similar cute ‘paws’ were formed from padded 'shoes' that they wore over their leg stumps. These laced up to stocking height and again were locked with sturdy leather bands, also in white.

 

The two 'milk-girls', as Carolyn had dubbed them, would now, strictly, be quadrupeds. Even balancing on their knees would be difficult as the base padding of each rear paw was angled to support the girls on all fours, rather than 'standing' upright in what would eventually become the 'begging' position.  

 

After a few days, they were fitted with, and allowed to get used to, their 'ears'. White Alice-bands that had cute little, white leather, cat-like ears on the top were snapped onto them. As their real ears had been removed, the illusion was very effective and made them look extremely cute and pet-like.

 

The band magnetically attached to the metal deposits set in their skulls. That, and it's tight, elastic, fitted shape, served to keep the band steady and in place. Over each of their ear-holes the bands widened to soft, ring-like pads that covered their scars and allowed each girl to rest her head comfortably on either side. However, within these, their Alice bands ended in individually molded mesh pins. The fittings functioned more like solid pins but were mesh-like to allow the sound to penetrate. Each mesh was strong and had been perfectly shaped to fit each girl inserting fully into her ear canal. The Alice bands then joined onto the meshes.

 

Now because the bands were only held on magnetically, there needed to be a more robust system to stop the girls from dislodging them; and this was it. It hinged on the fact that the ear canal is not a straight tube that enters the head at a perfect right angle. Any rotation or movement of their bands, relative to their heads, would cause the mesh ear-pins to move to move in their incredibly sensitive housings. This was a deeply disturbing, painful sensation for the girls and from the first time they were fitted with their ears, they never, ever, tried to get them off; yet they could wear them comfortably; and permanently. It also made their ears 'sensitive', they would react if they were touched and, in that way, they became like a real part of them.

 

An additional touch was that the forward facing, inner surfaces of their false ears were lined with silk. This was soft bunny-pink in colour to make them look innocent and cute, but it could easily be swapped for different shades. This was Carolyn's concession to herself; although she would not make use of it for several months. (She not only dressed extremely well, but Andreas and her moved in circles with the kind of people who would enjoy the sight of the two little ‘milk-pups’. It was clear to her that at a party, the girls would make fantastic 'fashion' accessories. This way, Carolyn could have their ear colours changed to match whatever other 'accessories' they would have. The girl’s colours would, of course, co-ordinate with and enhance her own outfit.)

 

The two little milk-girls found their new lives to be extremely distressing, humiliating and difficult. They would never accept the cruel way that their bodies had been altered and mutilated. They cried themselves to sleep every night for weeks, every day was the most unbearable experience for them as they were forced to 'walk', 'sit', 'lick' and 'eat' from their bowls, 'lie' and 'beg'; and those were just the absolute basics. After the first two weeks, their night time and spare day time was spent in their kennels. These were conveniently hidden around the back of the stables, where Andreas never went.

 

Their trainer, Jen, used a variety of techniques to encourage them along. As well as two crops, one with sharp metal barbs in, she use brutal nipple and vicious clit clamps and also a pair of dreaded nose pliers. She would laugh as the girl would try, in vain, to dislodge them with her paws, the pain driving her insane. It was no problem for Jen to train both the girls together, though she would frequently handle them one at a time, or simultaneously with one of Carolyn's other trainers. From the day they left the infirmary, snug leather collars fitted with shocking mechanisms were locked around their throats. Jen always held the remote for the punishment mechanisms; usually it acted as the handle for their leashes and she used it liberally at the start.

 

Within ten minutes of their first session, after they had both felt the shocks from their collars and had both had the nose pliers on; they had both largely resigned to accepting Jen's orders, each recognizing their utter helplessness and the ultimate futility of any resistance. Essentially they had both been spoilt brats; pampered heiresses; they had never really fought for anything in their lives, consequently they were especially easy to break into line.

 

Jen was a harsh critic of their behavior and had them on very arduous schedules. They were to be beautifully toned for their time of presentation. Both had feeding tubes installed just inside their nostrils for night feeding to help with their muscle reconfiguration. In the day, however, they would be forced to eat token quantities of dog meat and lap from drinking bowls of water and milk; this was for their role rather than for nutrition. As the time passed they were steered towards a balanced dried, dogfood-like substance that contained everything they needed but was not designed to be palatable. This would be mixed with a little dog meat and the girl would be forced to eat it all with the threat of punishment if she didn’t. They both soon learnt to quickly gobble it down.

 

Both Carolyn and Jen were delighted when after two weeks, the taller girl started to express her first breast-milk; this was followed only days later by the other girl. Their nipples were starting to enlarge and it was at this point that they decided to have their piercings installed. Each girl was partially anaesthetized while precisely measured rings were set around the base of each nipple. On the inside of each were a number of sharp points, so each ring resembled an inverse sheriff's star. The idea was that as their nipples grew, the teeth would bite into the flesh and lodge the rings in place. They were also held in place by a series of fine rods that were pushed from the rings deep into their breasts tissue aiming to meet about two inches behind each nipple. There were about ten wires to each nipple and they were installed in such a way that they met inside, creating an internal pyramidal structure of touching wires. The whole process was performed using ultrasound by one of Carolyn's friends from Texas; he specialized in this kind of work. When the wires all touched together, he heated them ever so slightly so that tiny solder droplets on their ends fused them together. The end result was that each girl had quite permanent nipple shields held securely in place. This method of installation minimized disruption of the duct system within the girl's breasts. Experience had shown that simply piercing the nipple was very destructive and proved to be a significant hindrance to milk expression.

 

With the rings around the bases of their nipples, which could accommodate fittings, it meant that they could be easily hooked up to a milking machine. As soon as each girl was ‘producing’, she was secured in a tiny metal stall and then milked exhaustively. They were both slight girls with tiny breasts and this process proved to be incredibly unpleasant and painful for them; undoubtedly neither of them would have been able to breast feed normally for the pain in their little tits but there was nothing that they could do about it when they ‘stood’ locked in their milking stalls.

 

Milk production, Carolyn knew, was stimulated by demand. The more a girl was milked, the more milk she would produce. Obviously, both girls had been fitted with massive subcutaneous depots of prolactin to maximize stimulation, but it was necessary to squeeze every drop of milk from them. Their days were therefore spent, half training with Jen and half locked into their stalls with a hungry machine gnawing at their tender nipples. It was a living hell for them.

 

After a few weeks they were both exhibiting obvious breast growth and were producing impressive quotas of milk. As their breasts grew, their nipples became longer and fatter and the teeth of the nipple guards started to embed themselves. This not only made their nipples ache constantly and excruciatingly tender, but made the sucking of the milking machine mercilessly grate their nipples against the metal points of their spiky encircling snares tearing at their already sensitive flesh.

 

When they were not being milked dry, their daily schedule of walking was extended. Each girl was now able to walk for a good distance without tiring; she could also rapidly assume all the positions that were expected of her.

 

 

 

Knowing that it would not be much longer before she presented them to Andreas, Carolyn examined their clits. Both were now longer, fatter and more developed from the cream treatment. After making the necessary arrangements, she had them taken back the clinic and, one at a time, had them restrained. Her friend, the expert from Texas, was back over and he went to exacting lengths to fit each girl with their clitoral rings.

 

He examined them with his scanner and made sure that he drove the piercing needle right through the central nerve plexus, snug in the depths of each clitoris. For their torment, the ring that he installed had a ‘ball’ of spiky barbs on it. As each girl twisted and screamed, the needle cutting through them, he slid the ring on and rotated it and worked it in until the barbs all rested in this most sensitive central area. Because of its shape, to do this, the spikes tore through the fleshy nubbin to get to their final resting place making each girl buck against her straps desperately trying to free a hand to try and pull the terrible thing out. He could see when the spikes nestled perfectly and ominously, where they would make their presence known from now on. He then sealed the ring shut and left it there.

 

As their clits healed and grew around the barbs it made their removal impossible. Any movement of the ring became both incredibly stimulating and incredible painful. The Texan had pioneered this particular technique and was delighted to be able, not only to perform it on such well developed, large clits; but to be able to fit the largest rings he had ever fitted, with the most severe, penetrating and extensive spikes. He was eager to see how they would be when they were healed and set within each girl and Carolyn assured him that he would be invited back, in time, for a thank-you dinner and an opportunity to see the girls.

 

Both howled, bucked and tore at their bonds in silence as the whole thing was performed. He deliberately used no anaesthetic and he took his time with his meticulous procedure. He was of the opinion that a painful insertion led to a more sensitive ring in the end. He wasted no opportunity to wiggle the needle about inside each girls most tender, delicate clitoris, much their misery. The two white animal girls lay there, in tears as their most private area was set up to cause them lifelong torment.

 

After a week of healing and daily, stinging sprays with surgical spirit, each clit ring was fitted with a bell. A little silver bell dangled prettily between each girl’s legs and tinkled with her every movement. The two girls even had their own individual notes. They both found this hugely humiliating as now their every move would be announced and they would draw unwelcome attention to themselves.

 

 

Jen was seeing to it that they now spent their nights just chained by their collars to floor rings in their kennels. Increasingly, they would be left in their kennels for the whole day, with the milking machine brought over and applied to them while they were still on the same leash. This was to teach them to be still, docile and patient. It was so mind-numbingly boring for them as they could not even see each other either. This isolation was deliberate. Jen snapped their collar chains to rings at the back of their kennels; with not enough slack for them to get their heads out of the front entrances. After a while, they would come to crave some human contact, even as little milk puppies.

 

Jen also pointed out to them that their kennels were fitted with microphones, tuned to the tone of their bells, to pick up and record their movements. There was a camera in a plastic box in the roof as well, but certain bell patterns would especially alert someone to watch it.  If either girl was tempted to try and play with herself, for example, then they would know. Both girls blushed deeply as Jen told them that if they were caught attempting to pleasure themselves; they would be punished, severely. So they had little choice than to just lie there, they were not even allowed to masturbate. Being able to lie still for hours was an essential trait that they had to learn, a master does not want to be constantly bothered by his pet and they would learn to be meek for him.

 

As the weeks passed, they would start to get restless as milking time approached. Their breasts had now grown several times over and were producing enough milk to support several infants each. On each girl’s petite frame, they hung as fat, swollen and veined orbs. They had become large enough to swing as the girls walked. As the time between milkings elapsed, they became uncomfortable, to the point where not only was the nipple-tearing milking a relief, but they were actually starting to get impatient and needy for it. As the milking cups were being set up, they even started to jockey for position, wanting to be the first to get on the machine. At this time, they were on six full milkings a day, two of which were performed during the night in their kennels; although they could not sleep with the machine dragging their nipples so brutally and consistently over the metal points embedded so cruelly at their bases. This was the idea of their nipple shields, to be a constant pain and irritation to them and as they grew, the shields became more and more vicious.

 

Jen was quite happy with their behavior at 'walkies'. They both scampered along nicely, presenting their asses into the air. Their gait made it necessary for them to keep their legs apart, so their pussies were always on show to anyone walking behind; now with the ever present tinkling of their clitty bells.

 

Initially the girls were toileted frequently onto litter trays. Both had been reluctant to perform such humiliating tasks in public but Jen had convinced them. She had taken them both inside and had filled each of them with a painfully large enema of soapy, warm water, olive oil and just a little mustard and chili powder; then she had taken them on a longer walk than usual. Both girls had wept constantly as their bellies spasmed horribly. When she finally took them back to their litter trays and made them beg to shit, they both nearly bowled her over as they rose up to her on their hind legs in desperation. As each girl had her plug removed, she rapidly; and thankfully; smattered the entire contents of her bowels all over the tray. After that, they shat when they were told to.

 

Later on, the opportunities to do this became when they were moving between, for example, milking and obedience training.

 

A fundamental part of their re-orientation, as Jen saw it, was that they needed to become like animals - before they could become pets. After a while, the toileting opportunities were removed and each girl had to make her own opportunity during the day to both pee and shit. If she didn't, then she would be spending the night lying with whatever she had done, in her kennel. What made this worse was that their kennels were not even cleaned out daily. So they got to return at the end of the day to the previous nights mess.

 

They had to plan ahead and make sure they took advantage when they could. This was nearly always during their 'walkies', in fact, that was pretty much the only time that Jen would allow it and even then, the onus was on the girls to make sure their Mistress knew they needed to go; and they had to use an 'acceptable' place.

 

There was an incident when, desperate to empty herself, the larger girl took a shit on the stone driveway. Jen was livid. She grabbed the girl tightly by the leash, pulled her over to it and then smashed her face into her own turd, rubbing her nose in it. She never did that again.

 

The correct strategy the girls had to learn was to use the fields well beyond the lawns. They took a while to realise, though, that that was the right way to play it. They both fell into the same traps, initially, of not pulling on their leashes when they went past a tree or bush. They found themselves leashed up at night, bursting to empty themselves. When they could hold on no longer, they had no choice but to dirty their own kennels, spending the rest of the night wallowing next to their own filth.

 

Jen taught them to shit with their asses close to the floor rather than in the standing position, as nobody wanted their pussies smeared with their own excrement. She hooked wires onto their clit ring and fed them through a loop in the ground. Then she snapped her fingers. They would then obediently strain at stool. Jen would encourage them down into the difficult position with a gentle traction on their unbearably sensitive control rings. They soon mastered this new method, especially when she rewarded a poor attempt with a clit clip.

 

At the start, they were wiped clean after they shat, but they were later taught to wipe themselves on the grass and Jen saw to it that they learnt to do this thoroughly.

 

Partly to expose them to their new role as animals but also as a way of encouraging an effective hygiene strategy, Jen had seen to it that each of their kennels had a small finely meshed box installed at one of the rear, bottom corners. The mesh was easily strong enough to keep the contents from being pawed at. After the initial major accidents had been learnt from and the girls had learnt to scrabble towards anything that they could toilet behind during those few windows of opportunity, Jen upped the ante. She believed in using the natural ecosystem to its full advantage. To the girls despair, she made sure that a supply of horse-fly maggots lived in the boxes at the back of their kennels. Later on it got that if the girl had displeased her in any way, she let her see that her box was being re-filled. By the time they were learning to wipe themselves on the grass, the first pupae were starting to hatch. The flies buzzed their way out through the mesh of the boxes. They were immediately drawn to the tiniest remains around each girl’s anus and boy did they make their presence known! There was a moment that Jen wished she could have caught on film, when both girls were simultaneously straining at their leashes trying to get out of their kennels, both having just been bitten on their most sensitive anal rims. The tears streamed down their faces as the vicious bites left huge, inflamed swellings on their backsides. It wasn't just their asses though, the flies were a constant and evil irritation for them; eventually becoming one of their most effective punishments. They kept them awake, tortured throughout the night. Every time the buzzing stopped, the girl would shift herself round to try and see if she was going to be bitten; sometimes she would be. The gaps on the under side of her paws, between the toes, meant that they were not good swatting devices either. After the crop of maggots had all fully hatched, the girls would emerge from their kennels in the morning, tired, weepy and dotted with brutal bites.

 

Jen made it clear that the flies could be taken away or topped up, depending on each girl’s behavior. They both became much more eager to please after this.

 

It was at about this time; when the girls had learnt to be very obedient, were toilet trained and had impressive milk outputs, that Carolyn decided that they were fit to be gifts. There was plenty more training to subject them to but the banal things had been taken care of and they were probably at the point where Andreas would most enjoy receiving them. The thing that absolutely catalyzed her decision was when she heard that when the two girls had been left together, chained on two-metre leashes to the same stake, they had started to suckle each others nipples. This was something that she was keen that they should learn to do for themselves; out of necessity.

 

Not only did this practice bond the girls together but it provided an almost perfect nutritional replacement for each others losses. In fact, it was the absolute essence of her concept of them as two 'milk-puppies'. She took a photograph of them during their first '69' suckling session. The girls initially were a little embarrassed, but then they looked at each other and just carried on, there was breast work that needed doing. Their shreds of remaining dignity were worth far less than the relief they got from their tense, bursting tits.

 

At this stage of their breast development, milking and when it would be done, was the most important thing in their lives. A feeling of fullness would come first; this would soon become uncomfortable as the breast began to feel tense. From this point on the pain would get worse exponentially as more and more milk was secreted into already pressurized ducts. For normal women, this process would take many hours to develop, during which, they would probably have given their baby several feeds. The time scale was very different for a girl who had had her milk production aggressively and scientifically maximized over many weeks. The pain of an unmilked breast would become absolutely excruciating after about 5 hours. Any time after this was unbearable agony that would eventually be severe enough to drive the girl unconscious with sheer pain. The girls were now, essentially, woefully dependent on being milked; it was now an absolute necessity, an 'addiction' with terrifyingly painful 'withdrawal symptoms' if they didn’t get their milking.

 

Some of the milking sessions were dropped and the girls were left to suckle each other. To their frustration, now was the time that the pins were clipped into their teeth, locking them together. This forced them to use only their lips to suck the milk. This was to train their mouth muscles in the correct suckling technique; they were not to squeeze with their front gums. At first their mouths were sore and tired easily, but with the removal of the relief they got from their scheduled machine milkings, they were forced to re-double their efforts, for each others sakes.

 

To make sure that they continued to maximally stimulate each other they were made to drain one breast to absolute dryness before starting on the other. This made them wait in pain for the second breast to be milked and that hurried the along. It also meant that if they tried to swap early and the initial breast was examined and found not to be empty that they would be open to punishment. After nipple clamps were applied to each girl for trying to ‘cheat’ they stuck to the cruel rule rigidly.

 

 

Carolyn planned the day when she would surprise her man with his presents. She made sure that the girls had been heavily restricted in their kennels for the previous three days with only breaks for milking and toileting. She wanted them bored and eager for stimulation, as well as rested. She also made sure that the time of presentation would coincide with their urges for milking. Before his arrival, the girls were bathed and powdered and then were made up with lipstick, mascara and a little pink blush. Little pink ribbons were tied in bows around each of their wrists and 'ankles' and they were fitted with matching pink leather and steel collars that clicked shut with locks. Fine steel chains connected to each girl’s collar before merging, after about three feet, to a single leash. From each girl’s collar cutely dangled a little silver bone with their owner, Andreas’s name on.

 

The girls were told that their behavior would be critical upon meeting their new master. If Carolyn or Jen were in any way unconvinced by their enthusiasm, they would be made to suffer. In line with her current fad for 'biological deterrents' Jen had visited the girls with her tank of giant centipedes. At six inches long, each was capable of catching and killing a small bat. She made each of them watch as the creatures aggressively probed the sand of their enclosure, hungry for flesh. The inch long needle-like pincers on the front of each fearsome creature could inject one of the most painful bites in nature. Jen explained this to them in graphic detail and directed their attention to the cluster of eggs in the corner of the tank. She made it very clear that these would be going into their kennel boxes if their display to their master was anything less than wonderful. Jen helped by teaching them affectionate gestures like trying to climb up him; nuzzling around his legs; and rolling onto their backs, offering their ‘delicate parts’ to him.

 

As she took him outside and told him she had something special for him, he was completely taken aback. She had fully succeeded in keeping the project from him and when Jen led the two cleaned and prepared milk-puppies around the corner, each straining at the leashes to be the first to touch him, he was stunned; his jaw dropped.

 

'Are these.........?....NO!......but they can't be!.........My God they are!.......Oh My God!.........'

 

By this time the two girls were pawing up at him, trying to lick at his hands and generally making a total fuss over him. He bent over and turned the smaller girl onto her back, examining Carolyn's handiwork. She stood next to him, glowing as she basked in his pleasure.

 

'My God, look at this!’ he pinched the girls clit ring lightly between his thumb and forefinger, instantly stilling her. He looked at the inch long, bulbous clit and then at Carolyn. She beamed back at him. He gave it the tiniest squeeze and could see from the girl's face that it was exquisitely tender. He lightly massaged it with his thumb while he looked her over. She relaxed and was pacified by the lovely touch, eventually giving in to her shame and lying back to hold her clit out to her master; it felt wonderful and no-one had done anything nice to her in the weeks since her capture. As he lifted his hand away, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked up, begging pitifully, at him.

 

He laughed happily thinking how amazingly cute she was and what incredible pets they had made

 

'Maybe later, little one', he said turning his attention to the other girl.

 

She wasted no time in rolling on her back and spreading her paws for him. She was starting to feel the need for milking as he ran his hand over her taut breast and started to finger her nipple. Her breathing quickened and she looked timidly into his eyes, pleading for release. Within a minute he was sat in a large chair with the larger girl lying in his lap while he hand-milked her. She pushed her breasts out to him as he squeezed gush after gush of milk. The two women, Jen and Carolyn, laughed and helped him as he collected the milk and poured it into a feeding bottle. When this was full, he screwed a teat on the top and offered it to the smaller girl. She was feeling the need in her own breasts but she obediently suckled at the plastic teat on his bottle, trying to rub her tits against his wrist to signal her need; all the while her clit bell tinkling excitedly as she restlessly hopped about to try and distract herself from her aching breasts.

 

Andreas loved his gifts so much! Leaving them both to Jen for a moment he took his lady inside the house and rammed her against the wall in a passionate kiss. He held her bottom cupped in one hand and after slipping his throbbing cock from his trousers, he gently lifted her, and, pushing her panties aside with his cock, he slipped her sopping cunt over his head. He pushed her firmly against the wall and then lowered her all the way onto his huge erection. Her head was back in ecstasy as his huge prick stretched her, and then he started to lift her and lower her, fucking into her at the same time. The had both come within two minutes and as he lifted her of him and back to the floor he told her how much he loved her.

 

That night, they fucked each other seven more times and they let the milk-pups come into the house for the first time. To the frustration of the larger girl, who had been the first to be milked, Andreas held the other girl in his lap and, as she gently creamed herself, he rubbed her soppy pussy and swollen clit to a mind-bendingly intense and humiliating orgasm. She lay, nestled at his feet, leashed, glowing with her own embarrassment under the gaze of the other girl, who was not only shocked but a little jealous. The smaller girl avoided her eyes and buried her head against her master's feet.

 

And so it continued. Andreas would often give the girls a little of his attention; sometimes he would walk them, and sometimes they would sit with him or curl up on him as he read. Occasionally, when Carolyn was away, he might let one or even both of them sleep on his bed with him, or more often, he let them sleep on the bedroom floor. They loved to be inside, away from the insects and near to their Master. Time with him was not anything like time with Jen.

 

The only thing to slightly sour things was one incident where a pool of dried urine was found on the bedroom carpet. It was within the range of either girl's leash and although she had probably struggled to hold it in, he was not at all pleased. What annoyed him the most was that neither girl was willing to step forward and take responsibility. It was clear that the smaller girl was trying to say that the larger girl had done it, but she was keeping her head down and not admitting it, paralyzed with the fear of punishment. As it turned out, this was a stupid strategy as Andreas delivered them both to Jen for a few days 'retraining'. Jen was more than happy to have them back for a few days, especially to punish them. Both girls spent three days each, locked in cramped, metal, slave-boxes. They were fitted with catheters, feeding tubes and milking teats and then made to crouch into tight balls in the little boxes that they had to squeeze to fit into. The lids were closed and then locked into place so that each girl had practically no room to move. Both girls had severe claustrophobia and as they first tried to lift their heads and bodies up, and they felt the lids of the boxes, they went nearly insane with terror. They both struggled and wept until their eyes were dry, silently begging that it would end and they would be let out.

 

The larger girl vowed to never pee anywhere ever again and the smaller girl wept with hatred for her treacherous litter-mate. What made the three days worse was the cooking that they got in the sun. They both sweated profusely, unaware that their losses were being replaced by the feeding tubes. They began to stink as the sweat started to cake their body odour onto them. The feeling of being hot and cramped was compounded as their need for milking came upon them. Jen adopted a slow strategy that kept them full and bursting the whole time, to really torture them. As the most terrible final insult, before they were locked into their boxes, Jen fitted them with mesh dildos and tiny mesh butt-plugs that nestled just inside their asses. The meshes were surrounded by a plastic cupping that encased the whole of each girl’s vulva and anus and pressed firmly into them, surrounding this area with a seal of firm rubber. The whole assemblies were secured to waist belts at the front and behind so that they were held very firmly in place. The effect was to enclose an area around their clits and lips, with their vaginas and asses held nicely open to the same container. On the third and final day, Jen lifted a flap at the back of each steel slave-box which gave her access to each girls 'genital flask'. Each 'flask' could itself be fitted with a small box, and once this was secured, a flap could be pulled out, allowing the contents to roam freely over each girl’s genitals and anus. The contents would also cook, unpleasantly, in the steel box with them, making their inhabitants more and more irritated and aggressive. Additionally, the heat added to the stench each girl produced, her tender crevices advertising themselves all the more to their new diners. Each of the girls prepared boxes contained a handful of fire-ants, two sand flies and a wasp.

 

Immediately prior to clipping them onto each girl and flicking the hatch open, Jen gave each box a furious shake to agitate, inflame and enrage the occupants. She then attached the box to the girl and quickly slid the communication hatch open. After doing this to the smaller girl, she closed the steel door flap and did the same to the larger girl. Within seconds of each, she heard a frantic bucking inside each box. Inside, each girl silently screamed themselves hoarse as their most delicate areas roared with the fires of horrendous stings and ferocious bites.  She smiled to herself knowing that the girls last days would be an absolute, living, hell.

 

When she did finally release them, they were exhausted, sweaty, covered in their own filth and thoroughly broken. She asked them again who had left the pee stain. The larger girl had struggled forward. Jen had explained that the three days in the boxes had been for the dishonesty. She then gave the larger girl ten hard but brutally hard lashes on her backside with the punishment whip; the one with the metal barbs in. The larger girl collapsed in complete submission after her beating was administered. She crawled to her Mistresses feet and begged for forgiveness, licking at them shamelessly. Jen smiled down at her

 

‘Now don’t do that again’

 

After a day of recovery, they were returned to Andreas, both determined to always be on their absolute best behavior.

 

It wasn't long before Andreas was away on business again and, as luck would have it, Carolyn was back. Life became very different. Gone were the cuddles, the loving hand-milkings and clit strokings, in fact Carolyn had them back out of the house and kenneled again. She allowed them enough leash to reach each other so that they could suckle at night though.

 

One day, she had them both brought to her and prepared them as she was having company. She was having an evening gathering, dinner for about thirty, mainly close business associates. She had the girls scrubbed, dusted with talc and made up, as she had when they first met their master. Carolyn would wear a black and purple evening gown, so the girl’s ear-colours were swapped to match this. Thick purple ribbons were tied about their limbs and their collars were also of purple, the ever present shocking system still installed and their bones transferred across too. Carolyn held them on separate leashes but both by the same handle. She had the remote for their collars in her handbag but there was seldom need to use it, so keen were the pups to not be disciplined. As the guests started to arrive, she fitted the girls with a new torment. They were such simple things. When Carolyn screwed shiny mesh nipple caps onto each girl's embedded fittings and they felt them snap securely into place, both their hearts sank. They looked up at their grinning Mistress desperately and in horror when they realized that these would completely frustrate their attempts to milk each other. They both looked up at her, pleading with their Mistress to not do that to them. Somehow anticipating problems, Carolyn let the girls see that not only was she taking a cane with her but in her bag she had a pair of very nasty looking, toothed clips.

 

'Roll over', she snapped. The two girls were immediately on their backs.

 

Carolyn gestured at their bulging clitori

 

'I hope you won't make me put these on you', she said,' if they go on, they'll stay on'

 

The girls swallowed and then separately started to fret about the pain they would be in, in a couple of hours.

 

As the night went by, Carolyn exercised an iron discipline over the girls. They tried their absolute hardest to behave and please their Mistress, but their breasts were unbearable. Occasionally, an interested guest might give one of them a squeeze; they would almost pass out and silently scream out in agony. The caps had their desired effect though; they kept the girls active, unsettled and very restless. This gave Carolyn an opportunity to be the bastion of control as she frequently clicked them to sit, or with a tug on their collar, had them controlled at heel. As she sat with them at her feet after dinner, they were both counting to ten over and over to try and stand the pain. They tried so hard to keep still and not irritate their Mistress and it was so incredibly difficult for them. Finally, when the room was still crowded, Carolyn took the nipple caps off. With a snap of her fingers they both started to rabidly suck at each other, like they were literally about to explode. Carolyn was secretly delighted with them and they made her the envy of the room.

 

 

After a while more, after Andreas had had the girls brought to Germany for a while to stay at his mansion; and then returned home to the island. Carolyn decided it was time to move their training on again. They were taught to 'present' their pussies by spreading their legs and holding them as high as they could. They then had to wiggle their clitty-bells. It was a simple enough instruction, but the emphasis was on them to stay in that position until told otherwise. It was made very clear that if they broke position, they would be punished. After the boxes, neither girl would ever dream of disobeying even the most repulsive or painful order.

 

It was one warm, sunny morning when the girls were training on the lawn, that they were taken by Jen round to the back garden and leashed up on foot length chains to two foot high poles that were secured in the lawn. Something was going on. There were lots of chairs outside and soon there were people, lots of merry guests milling about, sipping champagne. Carolyn had her camera hanging from her wrist; the girls were both incredibly nervous. Andreas was there in a cream linen suit, laughing with the Texan. They recognized a few of the faces from Carolyn’s dinner party as well. Quite suddenly, a hush came over the party and everyone was looking to the far corner of the house.

 

The two little puppies eyes almost popped out of their sockets and their instincts were to immediately jerk against their collars when they saw Jen rounding the corner. She held, one in each hand, the leashes of two huge beasts. They were remarkable creatures, perfect milk-white but not albino, bull-terrier, greyhound crosses; brothers from a litter bred to Carolyn's precise specifications by Imelda her Columbian friend. Each of the girls started to panic.

 

'Sit, both of you, now!’ Carolyn commanded. They both sat but kept their eyes fixed on the new arrivals. They managed to exchange frantic glances while Carolyn petted the two brutes and the rest of the crowd rippled with admiration for the stunning dogs. They had been subject to the most rigid discipline and were extensively trained, but in addition, each had been hormonally enhanced with testosterone implants. Consequently, they were naturally strong, aggressive and horny.

 

'Ok then, let's see how you little bitches fair. Now I want you to remember that if I'm not happy with either of you, you will spend at least a week each in the punishment boxes'

 

The girls started to panic at just the mention of the idea.

 

Giggling, Carolyn sat down so that she could watch the action took her camera out.

 

'Now these handsome suitors have been trained to respond to certain bell tones, each one has been trained to recognize his own personal bitch and he knows that he gets to fuck her good'

 

Both girls whimpered to themselves. Both the dogs had been fucking many times a day since they were able to, but they had been denied this for a week now.

 

'Present!’ Carolyn snapped.

 

It was clear that this was not a time to disobey. Both girls reluctantly but immediately assumed the position and started to wiggle their bells. There was a frantic barking as each dog reacted at once. In a flash, Jen unclipped their leashes and they were upon their bitches. Each girl could only hold still in utter disbelief and horror as they felt first a nose nuzzling at their cunts, paws and then a weight on their backs. The looks on their faces were priceless and Carolyn got them all for the album. Each girl made no secret of her absolute misery, they blubbered in shame as they felt the stabs of the rock hard pricks against them. Then the dog on the smaller girls back managed to find the spot; her expression turned to a mixture of shock, panic and despair, her eyes bulging as he thrust his inhumanly large cock fully into her. Nudging her forward until she was caught by her leash he started to vigorously pound into her. She was stretched to her absolute limit, it hurt so much! The tears streamed down her face as she was so irreparably and terribly violated and so definitively humiliated. It wasn't long before the larger girls face popped too and the other dog was sliding his enormous length into her as well. Carolyn and Jen sat and watched in complete satisfaction as the girls obediently held themselves up, weeping and broken, fucked by a pair of huge dogs. In the background all they could hear was the laughing and taunting of the party. The Texan loudly remarked on the irony of the larger girl and her frantically tinkling clit bell.

 

‘Come on little Tinkerbell’ he yelled, slapping his hat against his leg in mock encouragement.

 

As they looked up, they saw the beaming grins, the laughter and the pointing, at them. They just died.

 

For the next few weeks, each girl was penned with her dog. To keep things convenient for the magnificent creatures, their bitches were clipped onto short chains in the middle of the pens with automated milking teats available for her to drop into so she could stay there for several days. Peddles were installed on the floor of the pens and the dogs had already been trained to press these when they were horny. These triggered the girls shock collar and had her up, presenting herself and ready for se in an instant. Each one of them became the dog’s personal fuck-toy.

 

When they thought that things could get no worse the dogs were treated with injections to lower their sex drives and measuring devices fitted to their balls. These detected when each one spilled his doggy mess. The girl was freed from her leash but was told that milking machine would only work when the dog had come. They tried to hold out, but within hours, with Jen and Carolyn giggling like schoolgirls on the outside of their pens, each girl was up ringing her bell in front of her dog. When they showed only a little interest the girls were devastated but the pain was there to guide them. With the loss of their last scraps of dignity, they buried their heads down and started to give the best head that they could. At last, after a little stimulation, the dogs got interested and finally each girl got her fuck, her mammaries screaming bloody murder all the while.

 

Andreas let them stay with the dogs for periods and for other times had them thoroughly cleaned and returned to him. They had newfound respect for him and their efforts to please him were re-doubled. No act of depraved sycophancy was beneath them as they would jump through hoops to stay with him rather than be returned to the torments of Carolyn’s imagination. She had made the most thoughtful pets a woman could ever give to her man. As she imagined how insane they would be driven when she injected poison ivy extract into their cunts and watched them frantically rubbing against everything in sight, she couldn’t wait to see Andreas’s reaction to his little bitches in heat. She knew exactly where he would send them.

 

 

The End.