Bitchin'

"Run Bailey. Good girl. Now come on, second part of the course. Good. Keep going. That's a good girl. That's good, you're a fine girl!"

It was a beautiful day: The sun was shining down from a spotless, blue sky. Some birds were chirping in the nearby trees, insects buzzing around in the shadows of the high hedges that surrounded the compound. Within a few more weeks the leaves would turn red and golden and begin to fall.

Bailey was making her way across the obstacle course, her tail waggling in a joyful way that was betraying how she really had to feel. She moved kind of gracious in the bitch suit by now, even though it was ever-visible how hard it actually had to be for her. I could see a strand of drool dripping from her gagged mouth as she jumped off a bench and proceeded towards the next part of the course. Months of relentless training had allowed her to become pretty good at this.

On the other side I had found out that her poor arms had become useless for anything else than the movement as a bitch with stumped limbs: On the few occasions when I untied one of her arms - for cleaning purposes or any other reason that might come up - she had trouble even moving them a bit. It was a weirdly funny sight watching her to try stretch them, how she uncurled her pale, thin fingers only to find that even without the bondage she remained helpless as a newborn puppy. She cried her heart out on these occasions and later came violently when I allowed her to, pinching and stroking her clit and nipples while the vibrators and plugs fucked her.

"It's amazing what you managed to do with her", Peter said. He had turned out to be a handsome guy in his late thirties, wearing a suit but also a pair of very comfortable-looking sneakers. He was curly-haired, mild-mannered and courteous and he used to smile in the exact cheeky way I had imagined when I talked to him on the phone.

"Some trainers never learn to modify a girls' behavior like that, Jennifer. You did it to Hannah Gehringer, a woman whom I'd have described as completely unbreakable.

"You mean you couldn't have done this?" I grinned and kept watching Bailey, who was climbing the next obstacle as quickly as her restrained figure and folded limbs allowed it. She was panting and groaning under the thick bondage, but she didn't complain in any way that warranted punishment. She just kept going, her small naked tits bouncing a little beneath her restrained form.

"Well Jennifer, I would never give a newcomer the satisfaction to admit that", Pete said with a smile. He took a sip from his glass of lemonade. "But you did... really well. Come on, don't make me humiliate myself. You're already doing a fine job with your bitch when it comes to that."

As if he had been reading my mind, Pete said thoughtfully: "We gave you an opportunity and you took it. You could have panicked. You could have wimped out. You could have fucked this up easily, and in each of those cases I would have been forced to stuff you in a suit not so different from the one Bailey is wearing. But you proved yourself. And you've impressed every single one of the people who got a chance to look into your work." He shrugged in a very relaxed way, but I could see that he was kind of proud. "You're done. I will let them know that you succeeded."

I felt unbelievably relieved. I took the envelope he handed to me and found another twenty thousand in it. But it wasn't the money that mattered really. It was the knowledge that for the first time in my life I was not a fuckup or a loser.

Still, no matter how proud I felt, I had to make sure he understood something.

"Listen Pete, she is broken. I worked with her for months, and I trained her until she gave up, and after that I kept training her until she went at least half insane", I told him carefully while we watched Bailey finishing the course. "But she will always want to be free again. It doesn't matter if she is used to the bondage by now, or used to the gag, or used to the fact that she's being treated like a dog. It doesn't matter that I trained her to eat pussy or that I can force her to cum within minutes if I want to degrade or reward her, or both. She will *always* dream of killing her master, running away, being human again. She wants revenge, and she would do everything to get it."

"Sure, some of them are like that." Pete smiled. "Some never give up completely; never stop remembering what they were before. I told you about Miriam, didn't I? See, sometimes she still tries to scream through that isolation helmet of hers, and sometimes she still tries to struggle out of the bondage, even though she's been a rubberdoll for about a decade." He gave me a reassuring nod. "But that's exactly why Miriam, Bailey and others will are kept in permanent bondage, isn't it? Your sweet little bitch will be permanently gagged too, as far as that is possible. And she will only be handled by people who know exactly what this is about. There will simply not be a chance for Bailey to be anything else than good old Bailey anymore, for as long as she lives."

The shocking thing was that... I was not shocked anymore. Some months ago this conversation would have been unsettling. Now it felt natural, and so I nodded.

"I just wanted to make sure you and your partners never underestimate her, no matter what. After all, she's soon going to be *your* responsibility."

Pete looked surprised now. "Oh. Don't you want to keep her, Jennifer?"

"No, frankly I do not. I thought about it, you know? It was tempting, having her around forever. Remind her occasionally how we met and what she said to me, and how she became what she is now." I laughed. "But I realized that she isn't that interesting to me anymore. Sure, she has a great technique of eating pussy, but still... I think I should draw a line. And I can get a lot of money for a fully trained bitch, right?"

"You can." Pete nodded and looked at Bailey, who had trudged over to us by now. I did not even have to give her the "Sit!"-command: A glance was enough and she sat, drooling and sweating. The silver rings I had pierced her nipples with shone in the sun. Her large blue eyes watched Pete - whom she knew from before - and myself attentively. Her mouth worked restlessly on the semi-soft ball in her mouth." She's young and very lean and she is well behaved. Aren't you, Bailey?"

There were tears in the bitches' eyes. Still, she barked once for 'yes'. She knew what we were discussing, and I couldn't say if she would be glad to get away from me or if she was scared of what another owner would do with her.

"You can get up to a hundred fifty thousand for a well-trained bitch", Pete said thoughtfully. "Especially if the bitch has a history and such an interesting file, as Bailey has. Some people enjoy buying property that has a fascinating background. So yeah, I can already think of some members who would love to own a bitch like her. I'll make some phone calls."

Bailey began to whimper. Her tits were covered in goose bumps. I used my smart wristband to set the small dildo in her cunt and the plug in her ass on light stimulation and she calmed down a bit, moving her abdomen awkwardly while the equipment began to heat her up. She still seemed worried, but at least now she was getting some distraction.

"And after she's sold... we never see each other again? We're done, you and I?"

Pete hesitated. I could see more in his eyes than he possibly could want me to see. His cheeks reddened, which gave this perverted, cruel slaver a sweet boyish attitude.

"Well no. Or yes! Well, listen." He cleared his throat. "You don't owe us anything anymore. You can say goodbye now and we will not bother you again."

"And I'm not running the risk anymore to end up in a bitch suit?", I asked with an ironic smile.

"You wouldn't have anyways", he said honestly. "I saw you more as a great candidate for the transformation into a ponygirl. I already had the gear prepared, in case you tried to inform the authorities about us."

"You are charming." I glared at him. The thought of being in Hannah's position - as a bitch or a pony or whatever else animal in eternal restraints and slavery - was nothing I enjoyed. But I also knew that I would not have stood a chance if their secret club of madmen had decided it was time for me to 'start a new life'. "Well, thank you for not doing it."

"Thank *you* for going through with your promise." He took my hand, very carefully. He seemed to be nervous that I might complain, but I didn't.

"You are special, Jennifer. You have a talent, as I told you before. You could do this again, build yourself a reputation. It's a very well paid line of business. It offers many interesting experiences. And it seems to be something that you thoroughly enjoy."

That was true, and there was no sense in denying it anymore. "Show me your list of candidates", I said. When Pete handed me his tablet I took it and began browsing through the files.

There was a muscular blonde, wife of a bored banker who wanted to get rid of her and was prone to taking a sort of special revenge by seeing her transformed into a milk cow. There was a young student who had defied the wrong Professor at her college - a man who was, to her bad luck, senior member of the organization. There was a beautiful Asian politician who had enemies that didn't want her to be around when the next election took place. One of them wanted her as a 'faceless' worm, whatever that was supposed to mean.

I took my time and finally chose a face. Pete nodded, when I showed the asian woman to him.

"When I said 'show me' I did not just mean the files", I explained to him. "There is still so much to learn, don't you think so? You called me a greenhorn, and I guess we both know that you were right. I'm inexperienced, no matter how much talent I may possess."

He nodded.

"Does that mean that you'll do it, Pete?"

His brow furrowed. "Do... what exactly, Jennifer?"

"Agree to stay here for a while, of course. Teach me all that I have yet not yet mastered. You could bring Miriam and I could prepare a cell for her beneath the house. I have money now, remember? I'll upgrade the place as soon as possible anyways, but with you it would be so much more fun."

He understood and nodded, and before he could say more we already kissed. Behind us, Bailey moaned, whined, sobbed and came, her body rocked by the unwanted orgasm. On the table the summer sun shone on the tablet and the face of the young girl displayed on it. She would disappear soon, maybe in a plane crash or a mysterious abduction. She would be far away from home, here on my farm, and we would care very well for her.

Autumn was coming, and soon. But still I had never felt deeper in the summer than in this very moment.

The End