Mary and Elizabeth

CHAPTER FIVE

Over the next few days, her morale improved by cleanliness, exercise and the diversions now available to her in watching the activities in the yard, she became less passive, and her mental processes, in virtual hibernation for weeks, came back to normal. The prospect of escape began to occupy her mind. If she could succeed in persuading Elizabeth that she was thoroughly tame and resigned to her condition, she might be occasionally taken out of her pen for a walk. True, she'd be kept leashed at first, but she hoped to convey the completeness of her training by being let off the leash and returning on command. She would become trusted to return from greater and greater distances, until, one day, she would make a break for it. With this in mind, she set out to win the trust of her captors by behaving as much like a docile and obedient dog as she could.

For a few weeks she was taken from her run only for her weekly wash down; unlike the other dogs – as she was beginning to mentally refer to them – she alone was left in her run when they were walked in shifts by the slaves. She took to sittting by the door to her pen whimpering pathetically whenever the dogs on either side were taken out for exercise, and in the end her patience was rewarded.

At first she was taken out for short walks alone by her Mistress in the hour before dinner. She'd be led to the paddock and walked up and down on the smooth turf kept short by the sheep occasionally stationed there. Sometimes Elizabeth would sit and play with her, ruffling her hair with a gloved hand, and saying 'You're a GOOD bitch, aren't you, Princess?' at which Mary would nuzzle her hands and feet, or flop over onto her back, her legs in the air in submission, waiting for her belly to be scratched. So determined was she to be taken for an ordinary dog that no abasement, no indignity was too much to bear. She took to behaving as a bitch whenever she was in proximity to her kennel-mates, steeling herself to sniff at their crotches and lick their muzzles, and enduring the same attentions from them in return with every appearance of pleasure. Once she met again that same Boxer who had shown such an interest in her before. He was no less interested than previously in her genitals, and she went as far as to lower her head and project her haunches upwards at him in obvious invitation, confident that his handler wouldn't allow him to mount her as he so obviously intended.

(For some time afterwards she was aware of oddly ambivalent feelings about this episode. On the one hand she recoiled in shame and horror at the prospect of being violated by a dog; on the other she felt a secret regret that he had not been allowed to mount her. She was, after all, a healthy young female animal with a high sexual appetite; in happier days she'd had many affairs, though always conducted discreetly in locations far from her own patch).

This state of affairs continued as Winter gave way to Spring. Mary learnt to come to heel on command, and obeyed so consistently and promptly that soon she was often taken from her run and walked unleashed for her exercise. Her plan was another step nearer to success. But first there was a distressing interlude.

Spring is traditionally a time when the sap rises, and sexual activity among animals increases. Mary was no exception, and she took to wriggling her raised buttocks only half in play before the eyes of any of the dogs who expressed an interest in her, however slight. Of course she had no intention of allowing any further developements, but in view of this activity what happened next was entirely her own fault. Eva took her from her run one afternoon and led her into a barn where she tethered her on a short chain in one of the sheep pens before leaving her alone. Mary wondered what all this was about; she was chained in a corner of the pen, her head held down by the shortness of her chain, unable to look behind her. Eva returned to thrust a long steel pole transversely under her belly and clamp it to the horizontal metal rails on either side of her. She departed again, and this time Mary was left for quite a long period. Her position was uncomfortable, unable to move more than a few inches forward or back, and with the steel bar under her belly preventing her from lowering her haunches. Eva returned at last but only to put down on the floor just outside the bars in Mary's view the object she had brought with her before departing yet again.

Mary examined the gadget on the floor, amusing herself by trying to work out its purpose.It was a simple enough contraption consisting of a single steel bar about seventeen inches long with a padded piece of 'C' shaped metal welded to each end, facing outwards. The bar was hinged in the centre, and the two halves of the thing were folded together.

Her thought were interrupted by the characteristic sound of her Mistress's stylish leather shoes on the rough concrete of the floor. She became aware of Elizabeth's presence and her subtle fragrance, and she felt her long, delicate, gloved hand ruffle her hair.

One of the slaves entered the pen and stooped behind her. She felt the padded steel of one of the 'C' shaped extremities on the flesh of her lower thigh just above her left knee, then the pressure of its mate in the same position on her right. The slave rose. Placing a foot above the hinge in the steel rod, she pressed down and locked it in place, forcing Mary's knees and thighs wide apart.

Then she heard the clicking of claws on concrete, and heard her Mistress say 'That one first, I think!' The gate of the pen clicked open behind her, then clicked shut. For several seconds there was silence broken only by the rustling of straw as something moved about the pen. Then she felt the soft warmth of a dog's breath against her flank. A cold nose probed her genitals and a warm, wet tongue licked her cleft. The dog 's breathing became heavier. She was aware of the sudden descent of a tanned arm and of something warm and greasy being applied to her vagina. The arm was swiftly withdrawn, the dog sniffed at her vagina and gave an excited little yelp, then she felt its broad front paws scrabbling on her back. Its weight forced a grunt of surprise from her as it pressed down on her shoulders, then she felt the sudden splitting pain of its entry. She found herself panting in sequence with the dog as it drove into her, and she felt the continual jolts of its shaggy thighs against the backs of hers as it pumped its seed into her in a series of hot ejaculations. Finally it subsided, panting like a steam engine, its front legs dangling over her shoulders in exhaustion, its hairy body heavy on her trembling back. It was allowed to lie there for a short time before being dragged off by its collar, and she heard it being led away. Feet rustled though the straw behind her and she felt hard plastic-gloved fingers explore her vagina. Then it began again. This time the dog was smaller and less shaggy, and it possibly enjoyed foreplay more than its forerunner, for it spent some time licking her face and breasts before turning its attention to her genitals. But the final result was the same, though less painful, and when the dog was finally removed Elizabeth stayed for a few words with Eva before departing.

The dazed Mary was led back to her run. Once chained to the steel pole and the door to her run barred behind her, she walked slowly, her thighs still spread to ease the soreness in her vagina, to her kennel where she collapsed in exhaustion upon her smelly bedding.