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This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"WARNING" - Do to the limited time factor involved, I was not able to go
over this story as much as I would have preferred looking for errors,
especially of the grammar kind. So, for those of you who find a deep
rewarding satisfaction in reading a well written story as some may find in
a glass of robust wine or a night of passion that makes one's toes curl,
then pay heed now. For you may find sentences and paragraphs so
unstructured as to turn your blood hot with honorific discuss, more so then
the storyline itself. So be warned, and proceed at your own risk.
"Omens"
A Halloween Tale
(part 4)
(the finale)
by Musker
"Please come in Auntie. I want to show you what I did to the girl named
Jennifer. Oh! I took the pleasure of renaming her, if you don't mind," said
an excited college girl with a slightly sheepish grin on her face.
"Of course not dear. You know I gave her to you to do with whatever your
heart's desire is. What did you name her?" Madame put her arm around her
niece as they both began to walk to where Jennifer was waiting for them.
"I call her Muffee'. And isn't she just the cutest thing?"
"Oh Olivia, she is perfect, and cute as a button. And you did this all by
yourself?"
"Most of it. I needed Edward's help in holding her down so I could drug
her. I had to do that since she radically changed her mind after I told her
what she was to become. The rest of the materials and devices I obtained
from your basement workshop and crew of diligent workers. Without there
help, I could never have made Muffee' so pretty and realistic."
"Yes, they are a good bunch. But, I am also very proud of my favorite niece
too. Your creativity has really come to light with Muffee' here. And the
name fits her perfectly too. How did you ever come up with that idea my
child?"
"Well the sorority that I belong to had it's pledge drive and I was given
one of the girl pledges to act as big sister to. And of course along with
watching out for her there was a little hazing going on too. Nothing as
serious as this you understand, but still, I did put her through some
interesting periods of submission that made me like dominating her and
treating her as my very own pet. So, when you said I could do whatever I
wanted to Jennifer, within reason, and given your superb workshop and
extensive warehouse of great stuff, I could not let this opportunity get
away from me. That's when I decided to see how far I could go in making her
look like a dog, and then train her as such. Within the limited time
allowed me that is. Even if I do say so myself, I really think I out did
myself Auntie."
"My dear niece, you have gone way beyond anything I could have imagined,
even in my wildest dreams. And I am overjoyed that you were able to obtain
such wonderful results with minimum outside help. I am very, VERY proud of
you Olivia!" Madame took her young niece in her arms and gave her one long
intense hug. Followed by an affectionate kiss on her cheek.
Jennifer just looked on, maintaining her steadfast position as she was
trained to do. As she was forced to do, else be horribly punished. She
stood motionless on all fours with her head held in the normal position for
a dog, up and looking straight ahead. She remained very quiet and still. No
point eliciting another punishment session at the hand of that coed spoiled
brat who forced her wear this humiliating perverted costume to begin with.
Jennifer gazed at the warm, hugging and congratulatory women with contempt
and fear. That's all she could do. Her options at this point were few and
far between. And Jennifer was a woman who always knew what her options
were.
Choice was another characteristic of Jennifer. She was not afraid to make
them. Nor afraid to choose the lesser of evils if that's all the options
she had before her. Just like right now. Better to choose to look and act
like an obedient house pet, then to rebel and suffer the pain and agony of
physical punishment.
But choice can be taken away from a person too. Like when she first found
out what that darling little niece of Madame Rouso wanted to do to her. Her
freedom to choose soon became null and void. She tried to run and escape,
but a locked door with Edward standing in front of it quickly ended that
choice. She tried to fight instead of letting that approaching smiling girl
stick her with that hypo, but again, Edward's strong physique robbed her of
that choice too. Even the drug took away any choice she had in remaining
awake or choosing not to be turned into the pathetic creature she was now.
When she woke up she was still droggy from the lingering effects of the
drug. But her entire body felt different. Nothing seem to be as it once
was to her.
The first thing she noticed was her vision. She was looking straight ahead
and could see this "thing" sticking out from her face. It obstructed part
of her field of vision. She wondered what it could be as she looked closer
at it, even crossed eyed. It seem to arch over her nose and was covered
with a very short white fur. And at it's end was this little black splotch.
She thought upon it for the longest time as to what it could be while her
conscious mind was quickly coming back to her. Then suddenly, it hit her.
She remembered the costume she was to wear. They had put it on her while
she was knocked out. And what she was now looking at was her dog snout.
She closed her eyes, hoping, wishing, praying it was just all a bad dream.
But when she opened them again, her dog nose was still there. And that's
when she discover that her nightmare had just begun.
Another characteristic of Jennifer's personality was that she rarely cried.
Not that she didn't get emotional or have those weeping tendencies. She
just had better control over her feelings then most. And what usually did
come out was in the form of anger. Even sadness and fear got rerouted
somehow and came out in various degree's of anger. So when she found out
what they had done to her, her tears of shame and discuss began coming out
as fits of hatred and rebellion.
Her first instinct was to remove, tear or rip off that degrading piece of
pseudo animal flesh. But when she raised her hand she found it too had been
changed. In fact, her whole arm was no longer representative of a member
who was once at the top of the evolutionary food chain. Her hand was now a
paw. She could feel how her fingers and thumb had been molded somehow
underneath her new dog skin, probably with tape. Her thumb felt like it was
taped to the side of her hand, and her fingers were bent around themselves
and taped there too. She could even feel some kind of padding placed under
them to cushion them for some reason. But the most amazing part was how it
actually looked like a dog's paw. It had the little short digits with their
corresponding claws made of rubber and painted pink. It was covered with
very short white dog hair like her snout. And when she turned it over, it
even had the dark padded area's of a dog's paw too.
In the process of moving her paw she noticed how the rest of her arm had
change into a dog's leg. Her arm was rigid, as if something stiff was
covering her elbow joint making it impossible for her to bend her arm
there. The only movement allowed her was at her shoulder and wrist area,
and those two area's seem limited in their degree of motion too. The short
fur dog skin was all over her arm, except near her wrist. A white tuff of
fur surrounded her wrist as if it was a grandiose caterpillar, and just
above it was a narrow black strap with shiny metal studs around it.
She tried to use her new dog's leg to remove her snout, but it was
hopeless. She could not bend her elbow to reach it with her paw and only
ended up banging it with the side of her arm. But in so doing she found
that her snout was not simply rubber glued to her face, it extended into
her mouth as well. In some weird feat of special effects her snout was
intricately attached to her skin, lips, teeth, and to the roof of her mouth
as well. It was done so well that Jennifer though it was really a part of
her and not simply attached to her. It did not cause her any pain, maybe a
little discomfort when she tried to manipulate her lips that seemed
stretched and compress inside. But she did notice that her dog face seemed
very rigid as it only allowed her to open and close her mouth to a certain
degree.
Out of a sense of increasing frustration with her inability to remove her
dog face, she began to shake her head. That's when something flew across
her eyes, momentarily scaring her as it swiftly took away her sight and
then gave it back just as fast. She did it a couple more times concluding
that the thing causing it must have been her long floppy dog's ears.
She could not take it anymore. She had to get out of there anyway she
could. She did her best to get her front legs and paws under her to raise
herself up, and it worked. But in so doing she found that her own legs had
been folded back upon themselves at the knees and held there. Thus she was
only able to stand up on all fours, like a dog. She tried to turn her head
and look what they had done to her back legs, but for some reason her neck
was stiff with little capacity to move her head around. Especially when she
tried to see her hind quarters. She also noticed how her stomach area seem
constricted like a wide belt had been pulled tight around it. She tried to
use her paw again to reach her stomach, but again it was useless. Her dog
costume would not allow even that little bit of flexibility.
Again her frustration with her situation got the better of her as she began
randomly moving this way and that way to break free of her bounds. She
tried to stretch her legs out to no avail. She tried to bend herself to
either side, but her stiff neck and stomach area would only allow her a
token effort. Then she abruptly stopped and remain still. She took the time
to rest and catch her breath, breathing heavy through her dog's mouth. Her
eyes began to tear and she fought back the need to cry. Instead, she got
angry with herself and her friends for accepting Madame Rouso's deal. She
looked around her surrounds and saw a floor length mirror a few feet off to
her side.
That mirror changed her emotional state in a blink of an eye. When she saw
it, she new she wanted to look into it. Not out of some instinct for female
vanity, but to see what they had done to her and to calculate what her
options might be now. So she cautiously began to walk over to it. Her
padded front paws made it easy for her to walk on her hands. No pain and
practically no discomfort either. When she moved her rear legs and began
walking on her knees it surprised her how nice it felt. For the pain that
she had once experienced from moving on her knees in real life doing some
household chore was not there at all.
When she was about half way there she felt something pulling and dragging
down from her neck. She tried to move her head down low enough to see, but
whatever it was seemed to be underneath her and out of her line of sight.
She moved back a little and it soon came into her field of vision. It was a
chain, a dog chain, that no doubt ran from a collar around her stiff neck
to some unmovable fixed point that kept her from escaping. She closed her
eyes and found it hard to fight back tears. One possible option that she
hoped was still open to her, escape, was now permanently removed. And
accepting this point was very difficult for her. But she did. She welled up
the courage, countered depression with determination and continued on to
her goal of seeing herself in that mirror.
Preoccupied with fighting that chain she soon found herself at her goal.
When she looked into the mirror, her heart stopped. She knew before hand
that she was going to look differently. She even knew she would probably
look kind of funny with that weird dog costume on. But she never thought
when she looked into that mirror she would not see herself at all! And what
she did see was for all intent and purposes a real dog! In fact, a dog that
surprisingly like a large French poodle.
Jennifer was so in awe by what she saw that she just stood there, on all
fours, starring at herself. At first she was in denial that the dog in the
mirror was really her. So she raised her paw and so did her reflection.
Then she shook her head and the dog head followed suit. The dog head with
the long floppy ears of tightly packed white fur on one side. The dog head
with another tuff of white fur on top of it's head just like a real poodle.
And the dog head wearing a wide black leather collar encrusted with chrome
studs that was tethered by the same chain Jennifer was previously toiling
with. This same dog head had somehow became hers.
She moved so she could see more of her body and found the surreal image of
her "dog" self was carried on back there too. On her shoulders, back and
chest was a froth of white fur shaped into a large ball. She could even see
her bare nipples poking out from it as they were painted a bright hot pink
just like her claws. Around her middle was not a tight belt as she first
thought, but a very constricting leather waist cinch that was also studded
with chrome inserts in a fashionable design. Her rear end had more of the
same. Each leg was doubled up on itself and covered with more of that white
short haired dog skin. Her feet had somehow been turned and forced to
remain over her butt cheeks and they were kept hidden under that same dog
skin. Her butt cheeks as well as part of her hips and upper thighs were
again cover in round froths of white fur, one for each side leaving the
crack of her ass and pussy in plain view. And her knees seem to match her
front lower legs with fake padded paws attached to them. There was another
caterpillar like tuff of fur around her hind leg just above each fake paw.
Paws with matching hot pink colored claws. And another narrow studded black
leather strap above the fur. The only thing missing, to Jennifer's relief,
was her tail. But when her eyes rose and seen the reflected image of that
girl holding a long tail with a ball of white fur at the end of it, she
knew that one item was soon to be rectified.
The girl, the same girl with the hypo was smiling happily at her with a
little twinkle in her eye.
Jennifer immediately twisted around intent on attacking her, except in the
process of turning the chain caught one of her four legs and she ended up
falling to the floor on her side. She quickly tried to get back up, but
because she was not use to her new canine existence she became more
entangled with the chain. The harder she tried the more helpless she
became. And her antics to set herself free was making Olivia laugh, and
laugh, and laugh at her. That's when it all became too much for Jennifer as
she broke down crying and sobbing to herself into complete passivity.
She remembered how Olivia, the cause of her demise from the ranks of human
being to that of beast, dropped down to her knees and help set her free
from her self imposed bondage. But once she was free, Olivia's benevolence
turned vicious as she pulled up hard on Jennifer's chain leash until they
were looking at one another eye to eye. Then Olivia read her the riot act.
In short, if she wanted to get through the night with the least amount of
pain and suffering, then she will obey her in ANYTHING and EVERYTHING she
command her to do. The fear that Jennifer felt chilling through her soul
quickly turned to raged when she voice back at the girl FUC....
That's all that came out. When the beginning word came out, Jennifer was
immediately hit with an extremely painful electric shock that caused her
body to cringe like a meek scolded dog in submission.
Once again Jennifer heard the hated laughter of that girl as she then told
her how much of a stupid bitch she was. Since she did not give Jennifer the
order to speak, her new doggie was automatically punished by her shock
collar for doing it on her own. Again she told Jennifer that any attempt by
her to act on her own free will would be severely punished. Jennifer was
now a dog, that obeyed her commands. And if she rebelled she would meet
with pain until she did. The girl then asked Jennifer if she understood,
and if she was going to obey her?
Again, Jennifer's options were the lesser of evils. And with tears she
could not stop running down her fur covered cheeks she nodded her dog head
yes. Her dignity as a human being would be sacrificed to save her from
physical torture. And given the fact that it would be for only a short
period of time as Madame Rouso promised, it was a choice she figure she
could live with. Not knowing the depths of perversion that Madame Rouso's
niece was truly capable of.
After that it all seem like a dream, a too vivid nightmare was more like
it. She was told that her new name was Muffee', the kinky French poodle.
And she was to respond to it with vigor and a eagerness to please. She was
then told to rise and turn her butt to her Mistress. It was time for her to
finish Jennifer's costume.
Jennifer felt and watched the happy evil face of her Mistress in the mirror
as she pushed the plug that had her poodle's tail mounted to it up her
rectum. Most of the time Jennifer kept her eyes close. Experiencing someone
diddling with her waste hole was bad enough, but watching them having fun
at it was something she just could not bare.
She then felt the girl playing with her nether lips. Tracing her fingers
around her labia, using her finger tips to stimulate her clit and then
thrusting in and out of her, fucking her, one finger after another until
Jennifer had enough and rebelled once again. This time the electric shock
came from her butt plug and took her down to the floor post haste. Again
the girl laughed and yelled at her, calling her "BAD DOG!" and "Bad
Muffee'" in between her other jeers. A few quick short shocks soon had
Jennifer back on all fours with her Mistress continuing where she left off.
Her choice to strike back went all for naught, and the pain still lingered
in her over stuffed bung hole to boot. Jennifer decided not to fight back
anymore. The advantage was too great in favor of her Mistress. And that is
when Jennifer accepted her short term destiny as the well trained kinky
French poodle named Muffee'.
What followed was nothing short than a quick course in being a pet dog. Her
Mistress had Jennifer performing all the standard tricks on command. Sit,
roll over, play dead, shake hands, beg and bark. She was even trained to
heel next to her Mistress as they walked around the room, sitting when she
stopped, remaining on all fours when commanded too, and even allowing her
to pet, stroke and intimately fondle her when she wanted too. Once her
response was not quick enough and she was given another shock. That's when
Jennifer found out that at end of her leash, in the hands of her Mistress,
was the control mechanism. Too far and too hard for her to get at. Again,
another option, another choice was taken away from her.
Then Madame Rouso entered the room wherein the two evil hearts came to a
meeting of minds in how her niece transformed the girl Jennifer into the
pretty kinky bitch called Muffee', a well trained French poodle for Madame
to show off with at her party. She watched with interested eyes as the girl
gave the end of her leash to her Aunt informing her how it worked. In the
process she shocked Jennifer, who let out a loud yelp. She wanted to
demonstrating to her Aunt how effective said device was in keeping Muffee'
under control, all at Jennifer's expense. Madame Rouso hugged her niece and
thanked her for such a wonderful gift. Madame said how sorry she was that
her niece could not go to the party, but instead had to start on her
journey back to college right away if she was to make her flight. The two
said their good-byes, with her niece petting and hugging Muffee' good-bye
too. Something Jennifer was glad to see happen, but did not relish the hug.
Then Madame told Jennifer to "Heel!" and the two walked out together on
their short trip back to the party. Muffee' keeping pace at her Mistress's
side just like she was trained to do.
The party was in a cheerful mood with the guests having a fabulous time.
Madame Rouso was making the rounds, greeting more and more of her joyful
guests. And with each new meeting, her guests had nothing but wonderful
compliments for their Hostess. For the elaborate party, for the kinky and
magnificent artistic displays, and especially for her new pet pooch called
Muffee'. For each time they meet someone had to reach down and pet, stroke
and talk down to Jennifer as if she was a real dog. And of course Madame
made sure Jennifer the French poodle responded in kind. Sometimes raising
her paw to shake their hands. Sometimes having to bark on Madame's command.
And sometimes having to do any number of humiliating and embarrassing
tricks before one and all. A few times Jennifer had to sit up and beg, to
which a guest would drop a piece of their food in her dog's mouth. She knew
if she didn't chew and swallow it that Madame would shock her, as the
intense look in Madame's eyes proclaimed. Oh yes, Jennifer played the part
of the perfect submissive woman who loved being changed into and act like
well heeled puppy dog. What choice did she have?
As Madame maneuvered Jennifer on all fours through the crowd they seemed to
linger around a few special displays. They stayed just long enough for
Jennifer to take a good long look at them before Madame ordered her pet to
heel. But before they left she told Muffee' how impolite it was for her not
to say good-bye to her fellow gold digging party crasher like that. And
then commanded bug eyed Jennifer to bark her good-byes to each of them. And
just to make sure Jennifer knew who she was starring at Madame called out
each of their names. She pointed out Charlene the golden mummy queen, who
was on a small rotating platform surrounded by velvet ropes and drenched in
lights that made her look all the more dazzling in her imprisoned cloth
wrappings and vibrating hole fillers. And there was top hat and tails Su-
Lee, on her Scare Crow perch amongst a few pumpkins and bails of hay.
Jennifer could not believe how her friend was forced to perform a little
scary dance for them. And when she seen the dildoe that plugged her pussy
and the size of the clamps that hung from her strain nipples Jennifer
gasped in fear and sorry for her dear friend.
They soon came upon a kinky maid serving smokes and mints to the guests.
Jennifer tried not to look at her for whomever this woman was Jennifer
could tell that she was in pain. Not only from having her arms pulled
together behind her back so severely, nor from the way her body seemed to
jerk now and then when she stood quietly too long in one place, but from
how the guests used her lighter and mint prongs that hung from her nipples.
It looked like the guests didn't care how much pain they caused this woman
as they grabbed and pulled the dangling utensils without a second thought.
She even watched in horror as two guests were playing tug of war with her
as each tried to pull said items in their own direction first. The poor
girl was twisting from one side to the other as her nipples and breasts
were pulled in whatever direction the dominant party was at the time.
Madame herself used the tongs roughly as she first took a mint for herself
and then for her pet Muffee'. To which Jennifer was force to take, chew and
swallow. Then Madame told Muffee' to thank the Pumpkin Maid Maria for said
treat. Jennifer instinctively barked back with the last bark lingering as
she came to realize that it was her Hispanic friend that was being
literally torture to insanity like this.
But again, Madame quickly lead her pet away not wasting time in any one
place, on any one person, or on any one tormented friend of Jennifer's then
she wanted too. That's when they came upon a little drama going on. It was
Dr. Stein who was standing out to the side with a small remote control in
his hand while he was anxiously putting his latest creation through her
paces.
Jennifer didn't need Madame to tell her who the weird looking girl was. She
already knew it had to be Karol. Had to be, because the girl bent over
giving head to one stationary dildoe while thrusting her back end up and
down on one more stationary dildoe could be none other then her dear friend
Karol. Karol was the one who immediately volunteered as model when she
heard Madame say the name Dr. Franklin Stein. He was the man she wanted to
meet before Edward pulled the wool over her eyes and usher her to Madame
Rouso's den. The same doctor who shaved her head, enhanced her breasts,
lips and pussy, and then covered her flesh with a peach colored glistening
goo that made her move like a sex hungry robot. In fact, there was a sign
suspended from the ceiling with the words "The Functioning Rubber Sex Doll
of Dr. Franklin Stein". And Karol was definitely dressed for the part too,
what with her sexy red lingerie. Lingerie that framed and left open her big
bouncing tits and full tight pussy. She was also wearing a pair of five
inch matching red sandals and a florescent red page boy wig that made her
look all the more synthetic and bimboish.
It sadden Jennifer greatly to watch her friend perform all manners of
dildoe humping and sucking at the hands of that evil doctor in front of a
large cheering crowd. A crowd who literally begged to sample said dolls big
pouting lips on their real throbbing thing. Jennifer was glad when Madame
moved away from that scene for her breaking heart could not take any more.
After a few more minutes of greeting guests, Jennifer watched as Edward
approached Madame and whispered something to her. Madame then shook her
head yes and Edward was then gone.
A few minutes later Madame was sitting in a chair with Jennifer siting
on her haunches next to her. Occasionally Madame would reach over and
affectionately stroke her pets head or hold her hand out with a choice
morsel in it that Jennifer was force to take in her dogs mouth. Soon Edward
came up to Madame again, whispered in her ear and then vanished.
Madame looked over to her pet and said, "Well Muffee', it's time for that
special event that I promised you girls earlier. Are you ready for it my
cute little doggie?" Madame kept stroking Jennifer's head as if she was
sorry to be loosing her dear obedient pooch.
Jennifer was very anxious to hear that. For it marked the beginning of the
end of her and her friends overwhelming torment for that evening. And
freedom was right around the corner. She could not stop herself from
barking back in affirmation that she was more then ready for such an event
to begin.
Madame chuckled out loud when she heard her human animal bark so zealously
to get started. Madame found it amazing how well her niece had trained this
dog girl to respond so unquestionably to her new role. She would have to
write to her niece and tell her how good she really was in making Jennifer
into a first class pooch. But right now, it was time for the big event to
begin.
Madame stood up, jerked the leash once and said out loud "Heel Muffee'",
and the two walked off to another room of the party.
When they came to a small stage, Jennifer could see three of her girlfriend
already there. Each was bound to vertical posts with no more than a couple
of feet separating them. In front of each was a nude picture of them before
they were each made to wear their Halloween costume from hell. At one end
was a picture of Karol and an empty post with leather straps dangling from
it. Obviously the good doctor was not quite through with his human sex toy
yet.
Next to that empty spot was Charlene, or mummy Charlene, minus all the gold
Egyptian artifacts. A single strap around her middle kept her from
accidentally falling over. And if one looked close, through the eye holes of
this mummy, they could see something of a waiting calm that reflected an
ordeal that longed to be over with.
To her right was the Pumpkin Maid Maria. Her tray and pumpkin mask was
gone, but the rest of her attire, and muscle aching bondage, was still on.
Including the pole that kept the associated dildoe firmly in her pussy,
minus any electric shock. One could see a thankfulness in her eyes for that
little favor. But her mouth still remained forced open by that unforgiving
pear gag that her straining lips and aching jaws testified to and that her
posture collar did little to relieve. But Jennifer could see it in her
eyes too. That look of quiet waiting that echoed their torment was about to
end.
And then there was Su-Lee, the scare crow from the city. Her top hat and
canvas painted face was now gone leaving just her fully taped up head with
their corresponding tiny holes for air and tunnel vision. She was still
mounted on her perch, but now her arms were strapped securely to her body
and her legs strapped together and to the pole. The same pole that kept her
a few inches hovering about the ground and the pair of dildoes stuffed
fully inside of her. Her nipple clamps were removed, but instead of finding
relief Su-Lee found more pain as the blood that rushed back to nurture them
back to life caused her excruciating pain in the process. Even though she
was in a state of bitter distress she still knew freedom was but a hair's
breath away.
Jennifer was lead to her place now, just behind her full length nude
picture. A picture were everyone could see who this kinky French poodle
girl was in real life. She noticed that her place in line did not have a
post for her to be tied to. Instead, there was a small saw horse for her to
straddle and be strapped to. While a few of Madame's cohorts were securing
her into position she saw Karol coming on stage. The Doctor was right
behind her with all smiles as he manipulated his control box so Karol could
be put into position. Karol acted really weird. All her body movements were
very stiff and jerky as if she was acting like a Frankenstein's monster or
something. But it wasn't long before both Jennifer and Karol were secured
in position with Karol's big fat lips surrounding a blown up penis gag.
Madame Rouso was now standing behind a podium ready to address the guests.
"Good evening to one and all on this most festive occasion!" Madame was
full of energy and big smiles as she began talking to the mass of people
before her.
"Tonight we have something different for you all. Tonight, I am proud to
present to you FIVE beautiful women. Women who have willingly accepted the
chance to model five unique and most creative costumes by four of my most
dearest friends. One of which is my darling niece, who was unable to be
with us tonight."
The crowd of people were smiling back at Madame with devoted heighten
interest. They suspected something was about to be reveal to them from the
way their hostess was acting and none of them wanted to miss it.
"Tonight you are all lucky to experience a SPECIAL EVENT! A event brought
about by the good heart of these five women here on stage. How about a
round of applause for our five selfless ladies."
The crowd began clapping their hands with eager zeal. They knew not what
the special event was, but they knew Madame. And if she said it was
"special" and that they were lucky enough to be here for it then they were
all on pins and needles to find out what it was.
"The Special Event to which these five ladies have volunteer for tonight is
this. From tonight until Christmas Eve these five beautiful and most
unselfish young women have volunteered to become SLAVES to the highest
bidder. In short, tonight SPECIAL EVENT is a SLAVE AUCTION!"
The crowd momentary paused for said words from Madame's high spirited voice
sink in. Then the crowd broke out in a thunderous round of applause with
hoots and hollers. They were all looking forward to such a special event.
All except the five former gold diggers. They were trying their best to
free themselves or to yell back NO! Even Jennifer tried to speak in a
normal human tongue only to be repeatedly shocked before she could get more
than a single syllable out of her dog mouth.
"Ladies and gentleman, the rules are simple. The highest bidder will
receive the girl they bided on from tonight until Christmas Eve, where
upon, she will be returned back here for my Christmas party and set free.
Thus, you are bidding on RENTING these fine young women for a duration of
about a couple of months. During that time you may do anything you like to
them and with them. EXCEPT, kill, mutilate, infect with disease or drive
them insane. Mark my words one and all. If such actions as I just mentioned
should befall any of these precious gems, I promise you, you will incur my
total wrath upon you. Make no mistake ladies and gentleman, I am one nasty,
fuck'n bitch that you DON'T want to mess with."
A long series of Ouu's and Ahh's echoed through the crowd. The people were
smiling while they were saying it, but they all knew that Madame Rouso was
serious and a woman of her word. And not to be toiled with under any
circumstance.
"And with that my honored guests. LET THE AUCTION BEGIN!" Madame raised her
arms up in a display of glorious victory.
The crowd cheered, applaud and celebrate Madame's special event with her.
The five bound girls were in complete desolation. They were conned, trapped
and soon to be sold like live stock to whoever had the money to buy them.
And only then would their nightmare truly begin.
Madame walked off the stage as a man in a business suit walked on. He was
the auctioneer. He stepped to the podium and used his gavel several times
to bring order to the auction. When he spoke, he had a little introduction.
He told the crowd who he was and whom he represented. He reiterated the
rules of the auction to which Madame had already told them. And, he told
the guests how the auction was to be carried out. The girls were to busy
moaning and trying to free themselves to pay any attention to what the man
was saying.
The man hammered the gaveled down and proclaimed that the auction will
commence. He read off the statistics of the first item, Karol. He made
several inferences to Karol's nude picture as he told the crowd of her
height, weight, figure, full name, her profession, everything that Madame's
staff was able to obtain about Karol in the short time they were given he
told the guests. He also told them who was responsible for Karol's costume
tonight and all the particulars about her limited enhancement too. Karol
couldn't believe all the information they had on her. Private and
confidential information that included a recent blood test she took.
The man then said in a clear loud voice that the bidding will start at ten
thousand dollars. A voice in the center of the group quickly replied twenty
thousand dollars. Then another off to the side yelled fifty thousand. More
voices, more higher, rapid bidding until they slowly tapered off until the
auctioneer said, "One million, seven hundred and fifty thousand going once!
One Million seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars going twice! SOLD, to
the man on the far right for one million seven hundred and fifty thousand
dollars!" He then sealed the deal with his gavel. The crowd all clapped
their hands in congratulation to the man for being top bidder. Karol could
hardly believe what just happened to her. She had been sold to a man for an
outrageous amount of money for god knows what. And for the next two months
she was his property, a slave forced to do his bidding. Tear after tear
began running down her rubber coated cheeks.
Charlene was next. The man followed the same procedure. The bidding was
more fierce this time. The crowd had their first taste at buying a human
being and they liked it!
When the gavel was heard again, Charlene was sold for two million dollars.
The crowd cheer again as Charlene sizzled in her wrappings. She promised to
herself that she would not go easy into the night for whoever bought her.
She would fight them and do whatever was required for her to make her new
owner regret ever bidding on her, let alone buying her for said duration.
Next in line was poor Maria. She too was in a state of disbelief as to what
was happening to her and her friends. And like them she was helpless to do
anything about it. Before the auctioneer could finish his sentence as to
what the opening bid was, a woman from the center of the crowd yelled out
two million five hundred thousand dollars. Everyone in the room was
flabbergasted. The auctioneer, the five pieces of property bound on stage,
even Madame Rouso was caught off guard for a moment. But as soon as she saw
who it was, she smiled. The auctioneer went through his procedure of once,
twice and sold for two million five hundred thousands dollars. This time
only a few people clapped their hands. For the rest of the guests were a
bit upset with this woman. Granted, most would never have the money or
courage to actually be the top bidder, but at least they could have lived
their perverted fantasy of actually taking part in trying to buy another
human being like cattle. And this joyous fantasy was now robbed from them
by that woman.
When the auctioneer mentioned that the next item was an oriental woman
named Su-Lee, that same woman yelled out "THREE MILLION DOLLARS". The crowd
was noticeably upset. They were all heard muttering under their breaths how
uncouth and discussing that woman was. The auctioneer was beside himself.
Never had this sort of thing happened to him. He looked over to Madame
Rouso for guidance. Madame was simply smiling, as if she knew something
that no one else knew, besides the woman who made that outlandish bid.
Madame nodded her head as if to tell the man to continue. He quickly nodded
back. Then after clearing his throat he spoke out in a more than normal
voice, "Three million going once, three million going twice, SOLD for three
million dollars." His gavel sounded the end of that item. Su-Lee was still
with fright and confusion. Why would anyone pay that much for her. In
comparison to the other three she was the runt of the litter. But something
was gnawing at her. That woman's voice, she heard it before, but she could
not remember where.
The man went to the final item. When he spoke the girls name he paused. He
was waiting to see if that woman was going to make another bid. When she
didn't he took a deep breath and exhaled with relief. The audience echoed
his released as they too began to get back into the fun of things. All
except Jennifer, she did not see any pleasure in this what-so-ever, as her
squeaking leather straps supported her increasing bent up anger and
frustration to escape.
Again, the bidding was fast and furious culminating in two people bidding
against one another. The time between each bid grew longer and longer. The
drama was building as to which one was to buy the pretty dog girl on stage.
A final bid was heard to which the auctioneer said, "Three million going
once. . . Three million going twice. . ." Just as the man was about to say
sold, a strong manly voice from the very back of the room yelled out, "FOUR
MILLION DOLLARS!"
Everyone looked to the back with startled faces. Even Madame looked out
with a concerned look on her face. But the auctioneer maintained his
emotional control as he repeated the following words with zeal, "FOUR
MILLION DOLLARS going once! . . . FOUR MILLION DOLLARS going TWICE!" A long
pause of complete silence permeated the entire room."SOLD! to the man at
the back of the room for FOUR MILLION DOLLARS!" He banged his gavel down
and told the audience that the auction had been completed.
The guests began clapping and congratulating the man who bought the kinky
French poodle named Muffee'.
When Madame appeared on stage again the crowd went wild with embellished
compliments for a night that will live on forever in their memories. Madame
tried the best she could to calm her guests, but they were too carried away
with delight to simmer down. Madame was almost to tears when her friends
finally relented.
"My friends, you have made this party a wonderful success, far beyond any
expectations I might of had. Those who have bought said ladies, please
inform my aid Edward as to how you wish to transport your property so he
can see to it that it be immediately carried out. To all of you, you are
all welcomed to stay and further enjoy yourself, but the end of this slave
auction has officially ended the Halloween party too. Any help you may need
in getting home or if you wish to spend the night, please feel free to ask
any of my staff and they will be more than happy to help you. For now, I
thank you all for coming to my party, and I wish you all good luck and safe
travels back to your abode. Goodnight to you all, my dearest friends."
Again, a round of applause filled the room in gracious appreciation to
Madame Rouso for inviting them to such an eventful party.
The applause soon died down and the people began to leave.
Madame turned and approached the five young ladies who had just been sold
into slavery. She looked upon each of them with a big smile on her face and
a twinkle in her eye. She then addressed them all.
"Well my dears, I do believe you never thought that you would all be the
center attraction of a slave auction now did you? I grant you, I may have
mislead you a bit in being ambiguous as to what the "special event" was to
be. But then again, it's Halloween, and just think of my little surprise as
my way of "tricking" you all. And along with the trick you will be glad to
hear that there is also a "treat" for each of you too. The specified sum of
money that was used to buy each of you, is yours. Yes my dears, the
millions of dollars will be yours when you are brought back to me on
Christmas Eve. Then, you will be given your freedom and the money, in full,
tax free. More money than you could ever make or see in your entire
lifetime. But I dare say, what is waiting for each of you in the interim
may make that sum seem less then flattering when it is all over with. But
then again, you all brought it down upon yourselves. As I said to my
honored guests, I am one, nasty, fuck'n bitch that you DON'T want to mess
with, EVER! As you now can tell. So, I am going to keep one part of our
deal. As I said to you earlier, after the event I will have nothing to do
you. So, I wish you all good luck ladies and good-bye."
Madame turned and left the stage as a group of men and women walked on.
Each small group responsible for their own slave girl in getting them ready
for shipment as per the requirements of their new owner.
(a short time later in another part of the castle)
"Doctor Stein! I was so surprise to see that you bought the woman you were
working on for the party."
"Yes Madame. To be honest, I am too. When I seen her up there looking just
like I wanted her to, I felt like I lost something. Something near and dear
to my heart. That is when I knew I had to have her once more. Even if it
was just for a couple of months."
"So what are your plans for her Doctor?"
"Well, I plan on continuing my research with the mind inhibitor and flesh
enhancer. I think, with her assistance, I can perfect both of them."
"I see, but just remember my warning Dr. Stein."
"Oh yes, of course Madame. Nothing will happen to her that she doesn't want
to happen. But I can tell you this, come Christmas Eve you will see one
very good looking, air head bimbo strutting around your party Madame."
"And speaking of her, here she comes," both watched with smiles on their
faces as an aid ushered Karol to them.
Karol was wearing a long black rubber cape with it's hood over her head and
tied under her chin. Underneath, her arms were strapped to her body and she
was still wearing the sexy costume that Dr. Stein put on her, including the
two dildoes. Her enhanced lips were in full pucker as the hood and chin tie
kept them tightly pressed up against each other.
"I wish you both a happy time together Dr. Stein. And I can't wait to see
you both again come Christmas."
"And thank you Madame Rouso for giving me the best time of my life. Thanks
you very much dear lady."
Karol was forced to look on in complete silence and submission. The two
dildoes in her butt and pussy were still active with the control in the
evil doctor's hand. Her life was no longer hers to live as she wanted. At
least not until Christmas and right now that seemed like a long time off.
Madame watched as the Doctor escorted his rubber sex toy to his sports car.
He tenderly placed her in the passenger seat, strapped her in and closed
the door. A final wave between the Doctor and Madame noted the end of the
meeting as the Doctor entered his car, started the engine and drove slowly
away.
"Prince Ackmen! I see you have come to claim your property. Please walk
with me to where the lady in question is being prepared. And tell me dear
sir what you have planned for your ebony slave."
"It will be my pleasure Madame. I have talked with the Professor and he has
told me that said slave could stay in her mummy condition for several days.
So I plan on keeping her like that for a few days in my castle. I have
already phone my orders to my staff there to prepare a nice display stand
for her. The Professor has also told me of her pleasure/pain stimulators
too. I think she will make a lovely piece of fine art in the center of my
foyer and bring me much pleasure as I cycle through each of her stimulator
settings in the interim."
"And what do you have plan for her afterwards your highness?"
"Then I will have her washed, dressed and made a member of my special
harem. There, she will be taught to please a man, and a woman, in any
number of ways of making love."
"I have heard that this girl can be VERY, how shall I say it, stubborn your
highness?"
"I know what you mean. I had the pleasure of conversing with her for a
short time at the party before your staff took her away. Just from that
little discussion I could tell she was an independent and very strong
willed woman. A woman that I just had to get under my dominant thumb one
way or another. And your special event was just the way to do it Madame.
But once I have her out of her cocoon, I have a very well trained staff who
can break even a head strong mule without damaging a single hair on it's
body. Even though this young woman may present a challenge to them, I have
complete faith in there ability to make this woman submit in due course. By
the time I bring her back to you Madame she will be a fully functioning
submissive sex slave at your beck and call, and none the worst for wear."
"That sounds most impressive your highness. I am eager to see the NEW
Charlene when she comes back. Speaking of her, here she is."
The mummified Charlene was laying inside a large wooden crate. The interior
was full of rubber cushion inserts so as not to damage her intricate
wrappings. A small mask was put over her wrapped face feeding her a rich
mixture of oxygen for her lungs. Madame and the Prince watched as her staff
put the lid over Charlene's modern day sarcophagus and nailed it in place.
"My staff will be more than willing to transport your property to your
airplane your highness. Do you expect any trouble from customs?"
"Thank you Madame, that is most kind of you. As to trouble Madame, no, I do
not expect any. I have a friend who will use his diplomatic immunity to get
the crate loaded on my plane without any inspection from customs what-so-
ever."
"In that case, have a safe trip back to your homeland your highness and
enjoy your new toy."
"Thank you Madame." The Prince took Madame's hand in his and kissed the
back of it. He then followed Madame's staff as they proceeded to move the
crate by forklift to an open bed truck. And soon the Prince and Charlene
disappeared into the eerie night.
Madame turned and seen her friend Ms. Waneright approaching. She was
wearing a big smile the likes of which made Madame giggle.
"Sandra E. Waneright! FIVE point FIVE MILLION DOLLARS? For TWO young women?
I can understand the one, but two? And the manner in which you did it was
very bold my friend."
"Madame Rouso, I did not want the opportunity to elude me. Besides, I have
plans for my little friend Su-Lee, and having her dearest friend with her
for me play with makes it all the more satisfying for me to reek my revenge
on. For she was the one who stole my invitation and made me look the fool."
"Now, now Sandra. You know that I meant what I said at the auction. Even if
it involves a good friend like you."
"I know Madame, and I will abide by your edict. I have decided to transfer
practically all of my business responsibilities to my children. I am going
to start enjoying myself now. There is a "special" boutique I own on the
west coast that I will be spending the vast majority of my time at, along
with my two slave girls. It is a bondage fetish store and I plan of having
my slaves doing a lot of modeling for me and my patrons in the short time
we have together. I will also train my two lovely pets to be first class
lesbians, even if they do not want to be. They will learn to please me, my
lady friends and each other in the all the ways to make a woman feel good
and in the most kinkiest ways possible. Come Christmas Madame, you will see
two very changed women, in more than just personality too. Ah, and speaking
of the two little devils here they come."
Madame turned and witnessed one of her staff leading two silent bound women
by leashes connected to their collars. They were nude except for a pair of
high heeled shoes. Both were wearing a body hardness that kept their arms
bound together behind their back and tightly to their body. It also kept
two dildoes firmly inside their lower holes too. Their gags were very brief
and unusual. They were made according to Ms. Waneright's explicit
instructions. A piece of metal stock was bent into a right angled "Z". One
leg of the "Z" was fastened to their collars. The center piece was placed
under their jaw holding it horizontally level. The other part of the leg
went up in front of their lower face, over their lips and ended just under
their nose. A ring had been inserted through their recently pierced septum
and locked to another small ring welded on the outside of this vertical leg
of the "Z" shaped bracket. If they tried to lower their jaw, the bracket
would pull down on their nose ring causing them severe pain, especially
since their nose ring was just done. Another piece of metal was welded to
this same vertical leg but it was hidden as it extended into their mouths.
It looked and acted just like a doctor's tongue depressor. It went deep
into their mouth and forced their tongue down flat in their mouths. This
piece of metal went so far in that if the girls tried to speak or make any
loud sounds it immediately made them feel like it was going to trigger
their gag reflex and cause them to vomit. Something that they did not want
to happen at all. So the girls were all meek and silent while their eyes
spoke volumes as to their fear, sorrow and physical distress.
The man gave the ends of the leash to Ms. Waneright who took them and
pulled on them hard almost causing the two girls to trip over their hobbled
leg irons. Another staff member came up to the women and proceeded to place
rubber coats around the two bound and gagged slave girls. When he was done
the girls no longer needed the leg irons, as the man removed and took them
away with him. For the coat was more like a body hugging rubber tube that
went from ankles to collar.
"Well Madame Rouso, I must be going. I have a lot planned for my two pets
here and very little time to implement it all in. Thank you again Madame
for such a wonderful time."
The two women hugged and kiss as Su-Lee and Maria looked on in their
rubber, gagged and pierced torment. Ms. Waneright then turned and began to
walk out to her car. She didn't bother to look back as to how her slaves
were progressing. Both girls were doing their best to keep up. Part walking
in rapid tiny steps and part jumping and hopping to keep up. When they got
to limousine the driver open the truck. He then took one then the other
little, squirming and moaning human sausages in his manly arms and placed
them lying down next to one another in the trunk, face up. He then closed
the trunk leaving the two weeping girls in total darkness. Just before
entering the comfortable back seat Sandra waved to Madame good-bye. A
smiling Madame waved back, happy to make her dear friend's life all the
more joyful to live.
As Madame turned to go back inside she seen the man who paid four million
dollars for her precious pet Muffee'. He was helping two of her staff load
one of those plastic animal shipping container into his stylish SUV. She
decided to walk over and greet her long time friend.
"Mr. Roberts, I was so please to see you were able to accept my invitation
to the Halloween party. It has been a long time since we seen one another,
no?"
The mature man dressed in a western cowboy outfit that looked surprisingly
apropos even for today standards extended his hand to greet and thank his
hostess for inviting him. His personality matched that of his outfit. The
strong silent type with graying hair at the temples.
"Thank you Madame Rouso for inviting me. Yes it has been a long time. But
I am glad to have been able to make it your party tonight. Especially with
your "special event" and all."
"Yes my friend, and paying four million dollars for my pet Muffee' here."
Madame pointed to Jennifer who was staring out of the small wire grid of
her confining traveling case. Her owner had provided the case and the staff
fit her in after putting a muzzle around her snout making it impossible for
her to even bark now. All she could do was to remain down with her head
in between her paws in silent misery. "Why do you want her so badly if I
may ask of you "
"Well, she really isn't for me. My good old faithful friend Duke lost his
beloved Duchess recently and he has been moping about ever since. He's kind
of old and I had plans on mating the two to keep the blood line going.
Well, when Duchess died all of a sudden I thought that would be the end of
it. But this young veterinarian came up with the idea of saving Duchess's
eggs and to use them in another bitch with Duke's sperm. I tried two
bitches to get Duke fired up. But old Duke was too heart sick over his lost
love to care. Yep, he's like a coyote when it comes to bonding with his
mate. A real one time critter that great dog of mine."
"When I came to your party and seen Muffee' I was hit with great idea. I
remembered how found old Duke was with my girlfriend. Yes siree, he was
goosing her and trying to mount her leg all the time she was around. So
while the auction was going on I phone that vet of mine and told him what I
thought. At first the phone went dead, then I heard him mutter something
about "it could work". He then told me there was a chance that it could be
done. However, I though he meant using Muffee' here as just a receptacle
for old Dukes sperm. But he told me about something he was toiling with off
and on for a year or so now. Then my side of the phone went dead for
awhile."
"Well, to make a long story short. We both decided to give it a shot.
That's when I found out that the auction was almost over. I had to act
fast. So I placed my bid and won. To be honest, four million is a lot of
money, but old Duke is definitely worth it."
"My friend, are you telling me that you and this veterinarian of yours are
going to try and mate old Duke with Muffee'?" Madame had a concerned look
on her face, a look that was magnified greatly in Jennifer's horror
stricken eyes.
"Not exactly Madame. True, the doc and I will see if Duke will mount and
drop his sperm inside Muffee' here. And if he does, then the doc will go in
and collect Duke's seed and mix it with Duchess's eggs in hopes that some
will be fertilized. Then if that happens, the doc plans on putting the
embryos back into Muffee' womb in hopes that she can bring them to term."
"But why not use a normal bitch to do that?"
"The doc says that he can get a bigger, more healthy litter in record time
this way. Plus a lot more mumble jumble about research and stuff like that
which seemed to be very important only to him. Personally, I think the doc
is a bit loose in the head, you know, like a mad scientist and all. But, I
will give him credit though, he sure is one smart guy. And if he said he
can get it to work, then I'm all for it."
"But what about Muffee's health? You know me Bill, and I'm not one to go
back on my word or make idle threats either."
"There won't be any problem Madame. The doc gave me his word on it. At
worst, Muffee' here will have a simple miscarriage and reject the embryo's,
with no side effects. Well, maybe her breasts will get bigger, but that's
about it. And at best, Muffee' will produce a health litter of some 10 to
18 German Shepherd pups, not to mention make medical or veterinary history.
And the doc promises me to give Muffee' first class accommodations in his
kennel too. She'll have a big cage, the best dog food money can buy, her
dog run and round the clock monitoring too. She'll have everything a dog
might want, even rubber play toy's and doggie treats. She'll be all right
Madame, I promise."
"Well, I hope so. And if your wild plan does work, I want to be there when
Muffee' gives birth to her pulps. I might even want to buy one of them from
you." Madame's concern had now vanished as she began to get caught up with
her friends mad plan for Jennifer. But Jennifer was still in a state of
shock as to what she was going to be put through in the not to distant
future.
"Well Madame Rouso. I have to get a moving. Thanks again for the party and
chance to save old Duke's bloodline." He closed the back door on his SUV
leaving Jennifer alone in her cage, and with her thoughts of being
literally turned into a surrogate bitch for some back woods hick and his
mad scientist friend.
The two hugged one another and the man got into his fancy truck and drove
off into the night with high hopes for the future.
Madame turned and looked into the sky. It had become a clear night with the
full moon and stars shiny ever so brightly. It had turned out to be a very
successful party, considering. When she looked back at the door to her
mansion she seen Professor Renols standing in the doorway waiting for her.
A big eager smile on his face.
Madame too flashed an open smile back as the rest of the night promised to
be even more pleasurable than it was so far.
As she walked into the waiting arms of her gentleman friend her mind
pondered what the five gold digging party crashers will be like come
Christmas. But then that was such a long way off. And tonight she had
someone waiting for her to take her mind off everything.
- The End -
Happy Halloween All!
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