The Devil's Advocate

Dead of Winter

Christian's School of Humility 3

1.

Fourteen year old Janice smiles as she looks herself over in the mirror. Being a sissy sex slave is hardly something to smile about. However, today she is in one of Lou's porn studios. She has just gone through makeup and wardrobe and can't help but admire how extra pretty she looks.

The studio is one of several that Lou owns. Janice knows because she has performed in all of them. In fact, she is considered one of the main stars in Lou's organization. She isn't the only shemale, but she is definitely the prettiest. Janice doesn't like being a sissy slave but she also can't help but be proud of her star status.

Still, she often wonders if maybe she was better off before she ran away from home and the Christian School of Humility. Sure, she was a sissy slave there also. However, she was living in luxury at the time. Plus, the school has an outstanding academic program. Had she stayed, she was certain to have gotten into a good college. And there was no doubt she would get a great paying job afterward. Or at least a rich husband.

The thought of the latter is what quickly reminds her why she ran away from home. She didn't want a husband. She didn't want to have sex with men at all. These thoughts seem comical to her now considering how many men and boys Lou has her having sex with. However, at the time having sex with men disgusted her a lot more than it does now. Especially when sometimes it was her own father. Not that she enjoys having sex with men now. It has just become kind of… routine.

"Janice to set three."

The announcement over the loud speaker grabs Janice's attention. She goes to the guard at the door and waits. Sure enough, a moment later a studio runner arrives. He takes Janice's hand in his and rushes her down the hall.

She has lost track of how many scenes she has done since being captured by Lou's organization. However, she still gets butterflies each time she arrives on set. She hates the butterflies. Yet, she has to admit that it is better than being in storage. When not at a studio, captive kids like Janice are kept in an underground holding facility. It's basically a jail. They aren't treated that badly. However, it can get extremely boring. That isn't something you can say about the studios.

Janice swallows hard when she sees Lou on set talking with the director. A sense of dread washes over her. All the kids know Lou is a busy man and never shows up in a studio unless there is an important reason. And here he is talking to Janice's director. This isn't good at all.

Janice blushes when it dawns on her that her penis has gotten hard under the school uniform they put her in. She has noticed her penis doing this a lot lately whenever something bad is about to happen to her. It is the opposite reaction one would expect, which of course highly confuses her.

Her blush gets two shades brighter when Lou glances her way, looks down at the tent in front of her short school dress, and then gives her a smile.

She averts her eyes to the floor. She stares at the floor for over a minute before it dawns on her that she should be worrying more about the scene they have planned for her than her hard penis.

When she looks up, Lou is gone. However, her co-star is now on set. Janice blushes yet again when she sees it is a boy named, 'Logan'. On set they often refer to him as 'Log' because of his huge 3" [8 cm] thick and 11" [28 cm] long cock.

At 21 years old, Logan is technically a man and not a boy. However, Janice has a hard time seeing him as such. Most of the men she performs with are at least in their 30s. Plus, most are big and rugged looking.

While Logan has a somewhat large muscular frame, he still somehow looks younger. If Janice didn't know any better, she would guess he was maybe a large athletic 16 or 17 year old high school kid.

Janice is not the only one that has had a hard time accepting Logan as an adult. Logan was only 17 when Lou recruited him. As one can imagine, Logan looked even younger then.

Lou's instinct at the time was to enslave Logan like all the other young girls and boys in his care. However, after a careful risk and cost analysis, Lou decided it was best to simply put the boy on his payroll. It was a close call though. So close in fact that Lou took the boy to the Jackal's farm and gave him a tour.

When a kid doesn't behave they get sent out to a training 'specialist'. Only the absolute worst offenders get sent to the Jackal. The Jackal is to Lou's slaves as the boogie man is to most other kids. Only the slaves know the Jackal to be real. Lou didn't directly threaten Logan but the boy got the message. He does his job and he keeps his mouth shut. And like all of Lou's employees, he gets paid handsomely for it.

"Hi sugar," Logan says to Janice as she approaches.

Janice's face turns a brighter shade of red but she still manages to give the boy a smile in return. Most of the adults here are rude or simply ignore the kid actors when the cameras aren't rolling. It is nice that Logan isn't that way. However, Janice has become so accustomed to being treated badly that Logan's nicety can sometimes make her feel uncomfortable. It makes it harder for her to block off her emotions and distance herself from the intimate stuff they have to do on camera.

"Locker room scene today," Logan continues.

Janice simply nods. She already easily figured this out. She is in a girl's school outfit and Logan is in a football uniform. Of course, the movie set looking like a school locker room was the real giveaway.

The runner that brought her on set comes over and starts rambling off the plot to both of them. Janice listens but there isn't anything included that she hasn't already heard before. She has done this same basic trite scene 4 other times. It is just the first time they have had an adult actor playing the role of the football player. Usually it is just one of the older sex slave kids.

"Places!"

The butterflies begin to flap like crazy in Janice's tummy as she goes to the side of the set.

"Action!"

Janice takes a deep breath and then casually walks on 'stage'. She goes to a locker and then glances around nervously, pretending to be making sure no one is there. She then opens her locker and starts disrobing.

"I knew it!" Logan says a moment later as he walks into camera view.

Janice lets out a fake squeal of surprise and does her best to try to hide her now exposed hard cock.

"This is the girl's locker room!" Janice growls. "You aren't supposed to be in here!"

"Neither are you," Logan says with a chuckle as he glances down at Janice's cock.

"Please… please don't tell anyone," Janice meekly replies.

"I think we can keep this to ourselves," Logan says as he walks over.

Janice inches backward until the locker's cold steel is touching her bare skin. Logan doesn't stop until he is well within her personal space. He stands there staring down at Janice's petite frame. Janice can do nothing but blush in response.

Logan lets the suspense build for a moment. He then leans in and gives Janice a kiss. The kiss starts out small but quickly builds. Within a minute Logan's body is pressing Janice hard against the locker and his tongue is deep in her mouth.

Kissing men is something Janice seldom ever has to do. In fact, Logan is the only adult male actor that ever does it with her. And even then the film crew always quickly stops him. Apparently, most customers aren't a big fan of watching it.

Janice forces herself to play along. She patiently waits for the film crew to step in. No intervention takes place though. The kiss just keeps going on and on.

Janice feels ill as their tongues dance. Kissing men is so disgusting. Yet, there is something about the way Logan kisses her that makes the ordeal feel… special. It is the only description she can think of. She is so accustomed to being used and abused that her heart can't help but respond to this symbol of affection.

I'm not gay! Janice reminds herself.

Her logic being that if she isn't gay then she can't fall in love with a man. And yet, she can't deny what she is feeling. These feelings are amplified because she is pretty positive that Logan feels the same about her. She has spoken to many of the other kid captives and they all say that Logan never kisses them. Not that many would admit it if he did.

There is also the heckling she often hears on set whenever Logan kisses her. Stuff like, "The two love birds are at it again."

While Janice doesn't want to be in love with a man, she can't deny that Logan is super cute. And his cock is so big and thick.

"JANICE!"

Janice chastises herself when she realizes what she is thinking. She quickly pushes the thoughts out of her head and tries to convince herself that it is just the estrogen making her think this way. And she is pretty positive they are feeding her female hormones. Her breasts are still only an A-cup but the rest of her body has definitely become a lot more shapely since her arrival.

"Mmm!" Janice moans in surprise as one of Logan's large fingers presses against her asshole and then wiggles inside.

She shifts her weight from foot to foot in a kind of perverted dance as she tries to escape from the intrusion. Logan is too strong and all she manages to do is seed the finger deeper.

The two make out against the locker for several minutes. Janice is actually thankful as Logan starts pushing her down to her knees. She knows she is expected to suck the man's cock, but at least the kiss is over. And it is unlikely Logan will want to kiss her after she has the taste of his cock on her lips.

Janice's eyes get big as Logan pulls out his huge cock. The reaction isn't just for the cameras. She has seen this cock several times in the past. However, it still has a large impact on her. It isn't until it comes into view that she can really grasp the fact that she is about to be thoroughly fucked.

Janice hesitates a moment and then slowly leans in and gives the head of the cock a tentative lick. She then pauses as though she is processing the flavor. This is mainly for the benefit of the cameras. She has tasted so much dick in the past year or so that doing so now doesn't phase her in the least.

She gives the huge cock several more licks before she gets up the courage to put the head into her mouth. She does not have to fake her reluctance and fear as she does this. While she is often praised for her cock sucking skills, a 3" [8 cm] thick cock is just way too big for her dainty throat. However, she knows that this won't stop Logan from trying to force it inside anyway.

Janice tries to force the cock down her throat several times. She doesn't have much in the way of a gag reflex. She still groans in discomfort each time.

Logan already knows the girl will never fit the cock on her own. It is still fun to watch her try. Once he is certain the cameras have gotten plenty of footage of Janice's attempts, Logan grabs hold of her head again and starts applying pressure.

"Mmm!" Janice protests around the 3" [8 cm] thick slab of meat.

Her body's instinct is to tighten her throat muscles in order to fight against the attempted intrusion. Janice forces her muscles to do the opposite instead.

For a long moment it seems as though accepting the cock further inside is an impossibility. However, the cock suddenly slides in several inches.

"MMMPH!" Janice protests in discomfort as her throat painfully expands.

Logan doesn't stop until he has half of his 11" [28 cm] cock buried inside. He doesn't do this out of cruelty. Quite the opposite. He knows the director won't be happy with anything less. If he doesn't force enough in now then they will just have to reshoot this portion of the scene later.

That said, Logan is careful not to push too much inside. The last time they did a scene like this he forced almost the entire length down Janice's throat. Poor Janice's voice was hoarse for almost two weeks afterward.

Logan keeps his cock deep until he sees Janice's eyes start to roll back in their sockets.

Janice begins gasping for air the second Logan pulls out. It is easy for the cameras to pick up how dizzy and disoriented she is.

Logan only gives her a few seconds relief before he pushes his cock back in her mouth. This time he immediately applies pressure and forces half his cock down her throat again. He then starts slowly fucking. He tries to be gentle but knows he can't go too slow or the viewers won't be happy.

He fucks her throat like this for a good five minutes before the director gives him the signal to move on.

Janice is still a gasping, light headed mess as Logan lays her face up on a hard wood locker room bench. He uses one hand to grab an ankle and the other hand to line up his cock.

"OH!" Janice grunts as the head of the huge cock pops inside her.

The grunt is followed by a long moan from both of them as Logan slowly feeds her all 11 inches [28 cm]. As he holds himself deep inside her, Logan leans down and starts kissing her again.

Janice's blush deepens and she tries to protest around Logan's tongue. Kissing is bad enough. However, kissing while being fucked is significantly worse. Distancing herself emotionally during the breeding process is the only thing that has kept her sane. It is impossible to do that, however, with the intimate kiss taking place.

She waits for the camera crew to put a stop to the kiss. However, like before, no complaints are voiced.

As the kiss continues, it becomes clear to Janice that the producer wants all the kissing to take place. That they are trying to create a more 'romantic' style video than normal. It certainly would help explain why Lou was on set earlier. Janice figures he was probably making sure the producer knew exactly how to approach this new style.

"Mmm," Janice moans as Logan begins to slowly pump into her.

It is a much slower breeding than Janice is used too. Normally, the adult actors just go to town on her. It is usually closer to rape than love making.

This last thought makes Janice's eyes open wide. That is exactly what she and Logan are doing… making love. A tear forms in the corner of her eye. She doesn't want to make love to a man!

To some, the thought may seem laughable considering how many dicks Janice has taken. However, to Janice there is a definite distinction between all those times and what is taking place right now.

As the minutes pass, Janice fears her mind might splinter. She can't believe that after everything she has been through, this simple act might be what actually breaks her mind. That of course is assuming it didn't break long ago… how would she know?

Right when Janice is certain she is about to lose the battle, a miracle happens. Logan breaks the kiss. He stares deeply into her eyes for a moment and then starts pumping faster. It isn't long and he is raping her hole with everything he has.

As uncomfortable as this might be for Janice, she is mentally relieved. This is the kind of breeding she is accustomed to.

"Oh!" Janice suddenly lets out in a girlish squeal.

A second later a thin stream of cum shoots out of her penis. Thanks to her training, she instinctively angles her head slightly and manages to catch most of the cum in her mouth. Taking her own load is disgusting but she manages to smile for the camera as she swallows and then licks her lips clean.

The lewd display is all it takes to push Logan over the edge as well. He quickly pulls his cock out of her hole and aims it at her face. Janice opens her mouth like a baby bird and waits for her supper. A second later and she feels the hot cum filling her mouth.

As always, Logan has a very impressive load. Janice has to let some of it slither down her throat to keep her mouth from overflowing. She doesn't swallow it all. Instead, she waits for the cameras to come in close and then she starts using her tongue to play with the disgusting goo. She has done this for the cameras many times in the past. However, she still feels a bit ill each time she does it.

She plays with the cum for a minute and then closes her mouth and swallows. She forces a smile for the camera and then opens her mouth again to prove all the cum is now in her tummy.

"Lick it clean," Logan says as he stands next to her.

Janice sits up and starts licking the man's cock clean. Licking her own ass juices off his cock is disgusting but she is pleased that their scene is coming to an end. Sure enough, a minute later the director yells, "Cut!".

2.

"You did great," Logan praises Janice as he gives her a hug.

"Thanks."

She knows the polite thing to do would be to return the compliment. However, Janice isn't about to praise someone for how great they just bred her.

Thankfully, Logan doesn't hang around for long. There is a special room that the adult actors go to between scenes. Janice got to peak inside once. There is nothing that special about it. Just a large TV, drink machines and such. It is still better than what the kids get. Janice's 'waiting room' is a small roped off area next to the stage. The spot has a makeup table and sink for doing touchups, but that is pretty much it. Even the floor is nothing but bare cold concrete.

Janice doesn't want to get yelled at, so she quickly gets off stage and goes to her waiting area. She wasn't told to clean up, which means they probably plan to have a continuation to the scene she just finished. Her guess is that a 'janitor' or other male figure will now somehow catch her in the girls' locker room and have their way with her. Yeah, not a lot of thought goes in to most of the plots.

As she is waiting, a shimmer of light coming from the floor nearby catches her attention. Her eyes get big when she glances over and sees that it is a set of keys. She recognizes the keys right away as belonging to a man named, 'Bill'. He is one of the runners here.

All of the runners have their keys dangling from a chain attached to their belt. Janice recognizes these as being Bill's because of the car key. He owns a used Ferrari and the car, as well as the key, is lime green. Janice knows all of this because she sometimes hears others teasing the man about the color of the Ferrari. Apparently, painting a Ferrari green is a bit of a sin. Or at least several of the men working there seem to think so.

Janice's first instinct is to bring the keys to the attention of someone on the camera crew. However, she hesitates. At first, this hesitation is just her trying to figure out how she can get some kind of favor from Bill. After all, he could get into deep trouble for losing the keys. If she were to hide the keys and then tell him where they were, then Bill would owe her big time.

The more she thinks about it, however, the more she realizes there isn't much Bill can really provide her. At least nothing that would be reasonable to ask for. Not like the man would help her escape or anything like that.

This last thought redirects her thinking. If she has these keys then she really doesn't need Bill's help to escape. There is a door at the back of the set that leads outside to the parking lot. She once seen runners and camera crew go out there to smoke. It was only the one time that she seen this and it was a long time ago. However, she sees no reason why Bill and other runners wouldn't still have the key.

She could use the keys to open the door, then run toward the first (and most likely only) green car out there.

The plan is ultra simple. Yet, Janice thinks twice about it. When she ran away from home it didn't turn out as great as she had hoped. Maybe she is better just staying here in Lou's care. Plus, she knows the punishment for trying to escape from Lou's organization. Just the thought of it makes her feel ill.

Yet, when will she ever get a chance like this again? She is 100% sure she could get to the car before they could stop her. And she has even driven a car before. Worst case, they are out in the middle of nowhere. Still, all she would have to do is find a good spot a mile or so down the road to pull off and hide the car before they catch up. By the time they found the car she could have a day or more head start. Granted, she would probably starve to death in the woods. However, at least she would have a chance. She may live a lot longer in Lou's care but is this really living?

Another couple minutes pass. The director and camera crew are still chatting in the distance and ignoring her. She suspects they will be at it for at least another 20 minutes.

She starts slowly inching toward the keys before she even realizes she is doing it. No one seems to notice. Once she is out of line of sight she rushes the final distance and grabs the keys from the floor.

Her heart is beating out of her chest as she rushes to the back door and tries to figure out which key fits. There are only eight keys but to Janice it feels like a million.

"What if he no longer has a key to the door?" she thinks with fear.

At first that fear isn't that great. She figures she can just return to the waiting area and pretend nothing happened. She panics, however, when it dawns on her that they no doubt have cameras watching the door. She has never seen any in that area but surely they are there.

She feels like she is going to pee herself as she starts running out of keys to try. One key even gets stuck for a second. Tears are running down her cheeks as the fourth key fails to open the door.

She hits pay dirt on the sixth key. The key easily slides all the way in. Janice takes a deep breath and turns the key. An alarm sounds the second she starts to open the door. This doesn't shock her that much. If anything, she was surprised the alarms didn't go off earlier. Her only hope is that it might take them a minute to figure out which door set off the alarm.

As the door opens she is hit in the face by a wall of ice cold air. She freezes in her tracks for an instant. For some reason it never dawned on her that it might be winter time. When you are locked inside for months on end without even a window to look out, weather really isn't a big subject of discussion.

As shocking as this might be, it isn't really what delays her departure. There is a layer of snow on everything and the afternoon sun shining off it is blinding. She only hesitates a couple seconds.

The fresh snow crunches under her bare feet as she takes off running. The cold snow stings her feet but she pays little attention to it. She has an even bigger problem to worry about. She can't find the car!

The snow is not only covering the ground but the cars as well. Thankfully, the sides of the vehicles are still visible. It still slows her search down.

She is almost to the first set of cars before she finally sees a green one. Thankfully, it is not too far off her current course. She is about 3/4ths of the way to the car when she hears yelling in the distance behind her. She glances back just long enough to confirm that those in chase are just now leaving the building.

She is amazed when she gets to the car and finds that the doors aren't even locked. It's truly her lucky day. It probably only saves her a few seconds, but right now every second counts.

She jumps in and locks the door. She then puts the key in the ignition and turns it.

Nothing happens!

She frantically glances around at the controls. For the life of her, she can't deduce what she might be doing wrong. She is absolutely positive that all she has to do is turn the key to start it. Yet, the car isn't even cranking. She tries a couple more times and then decides it is no use. She is about to open the door and make a run for it, but it is too late. Several men are already too close. She goes back to working the key to no avail.

She tries several more times before she admits to herself that it simply isn't going to start. The men are already at the car now and yelling at her to get out. She takes a moment to check the vehicle for a weapon, but finds none.

At this point she realizes that she only has two options. She can unlock the door and let them take her back in. Or she can wait until they break a window and drag her back in. Tears run down her cheeks as she reluctantly reaches over and unlocks the door.

To her surprise, the men aren't rough with her. They don't even seem overly angry.

"It has a dead switch," Bill says with a smile as she is escorted past him.

Janice isn't sure why the man would be smiling. He lost his keys after all. That allowed Janice to almost escape. He surely will get in a lot of trouble for this. Possibly fired… or worse.

Little does she know, Bill 'lost' his keys in that area at the request of Lou. It was necessary in order for Lou to punish Janice. Sure, he is in charge and can do pretty much anything he wants. However, it is the principle. When kids first arrive he gives them his word they will not be severely punished if they behave. And Lou takes his word very seriously. Sure, the keys were a trap. An idea he got from watching Bait Car. But technically he has kept his word. He is now free to punish her however he wishes. And that punishment will indeed be severe.

Of course, it was very possible that Janice wouldn't have gone for the bait. In that case, Lou would have reluctantly punished her anyway. He would have just used his new alliance with the school as an excuse. After all, she did run away from them. He preferred this outcome much better. Word of this recent failed escape attempt will quickly make it's way to the other kids. And they will later see Janice's punishment for themselves.
(For more on why Lou would chose to punish Janice, see Christian School of Humility, part 2)

3.

Janice's mind and vision are fuzzy as she slowly comes to.

"Oh, God!" she says out loud as she remembers the failed escape attempt.

She can't believe she would do something so stupid. Sure, the opportunity had been tempting but she is positive that she would have decided against it had she thought about it for just a few more minutes.

Her regret is quickly replaced with fear when she remembers them drugging her in preparation for shipping. If she is waking up then that means she is at her destination. And she is well aware that everyone that tries to escape gets sent to the Jackal.

When she can finally move, Janice quickly discovers that her hands are inside 'puppy gloves'. Or at least that is what the Jackal calls them. They are thick leather mitts that force the wearer's hands into fists. The obvious purpose being to keep the wearer from being able to use their hands for much.

Janice is aware of the Jackal's nickname for the mitts because she, like all of Lou's slaves, has been forced to watch several of the Jackal's videos. The videos are Lou's own version of a 'scared straight' program. And it works rather well. No one wants to be sent to the Jackal. Janice just wishes the videos had worked a hair better on herself. She wouldn't be in this mess right now.

Janice quickly halts her movements and closes her eyes when she hears someone enter the room. The longer the Jackal thinks she is still unconscious the better. She can't help but shiver in fear, however, as she hears the man setting up equipment. Her eyes then open wide when she hears the electric clippers spring to life near her head.

"Please!" Janice begs.

The Jackal chuckles. The clippers always get a good response out of new puppies. Though usually more from the girls than the boys. Janice of course is a mix of both.

Janice was turned into a sissy against her will. However, she has become accustomed to her now shoulder length black hair. She has also accepted her new identity. In fact, she now willingly strives to make herself look female. The estrogen has changed her body to the point where she would just look freakish if she did otherwise. And the Jackal shaving her head bald would make her look doubly so.

She closes her eyes tight again as the Jackal ignores her plea and brings the clippers even closer to her head. She waits several seconds for the clippers to make contact, but they never do.

"What are you willing to do if I let you keep your hair?" the Jackal says as he turns the clippers off.

"Anything!" Janice replies.

She knows that 'anything' could be a huge spectrum of vile things when it comes to the Jackal. However, she also knows that the man will force her to do these things anyway.

"Will you be an obedient little puppy for me?"

Janice hesitates a moment. She knows the Jackal will turn her into a puppy regardless. However, she isn't so sure she can willingly participate in the process. And she is certain life will become exponentially harder if she says 'yes' and then goes back on her word. She knows she should say 'no' but she finds herself nodding her head up and down. The Jackal stares at her for a long moment.

"We will see," the Jackal finally says with a chuckle as he puts the clippers away.

The truth is that the Jackal has strict orders not to cut Janice's hair. He has also been told to accelerate her training. Instead of the normal four to six months, they have only given him two in order to train her.

The Jackal is far from happy about this. However, he would have agreed to a ton more restrictions just to get his hands on a cute sissy like Janice. He has trained boys before, but never a sissy like Janice. Even the cuter boys still looked like boys once you stripped them naked. Not so for Janice.

Janice has nice A-cup breasts and a shapely ass. However, it is more than just this. Every inch of Janice looks feminine. Provided of course you ignore her penis and balls. Even the softness and glow of her skin looks feminine.

"I have to piss," the Jackal says after a moment.

Janice looks at the large man in confusion for a couple seconds. Then her face turns beat red when she remembers her brief encounter with him many months ago. It was a long time ago but she clearly remembers how she was made to drink the man's piss. It is clear to her that this is what he plans to make her do now.

Sure enough, the Jackal pulls down his sweat pants. He isn't wearing any underwear and his semi hard cock comes into view.

Janice received extensive potty training during her time at the Christian School of Humility. However, just because you are trained to do something doesn't mean you enjoy it. For Janice, this is true of most things she learned at the school. However, it is especially true about potty training.

For a moment, Janice stands her ground. The Jackal glances toward the clippers and Janice quickly goes to her knees. Tears run down her cheeks and her face gets redder in humiliation as she manages to get the Jackal's cock in her mouth.

The Jackal looks down at his new puppy and gently runs his fingers through her hair. Her hair feels silky smooth against his rough calloused hands. While he enjoys the feeling, he would still prefer to feel stubble instead.

Janice waits for what seems like an eternity but the pee doesn't come. Almost two minutes pass before it dawns on her that the Jackal is waiting for her to look up at him. She isn't 100% sure how she knows this, she just does. It just seems like something someone as vile as the Jackal would do.

She is filled with shame as she forces herself to look up. She is greeted by the ugly Mexican's stare. Thankfully, her eyes fill with tears and the Jackal's face blurs away. She can still feel his stare, however, as a warm jet of putrid piss shoots out the end of his cock.

Janice's instinct is to spit the cock and piss out of her mouth. Her training kicks in though and she does the opposite. She opens her throat and allows easy entry for both. By allowing the cock to go deeper, she avoids most of the piss from getting access to her taste buds.

She is filled with disgust as she feels her tummy fill up with the hot piss. The Jackal doesn't hold anything back either. The Jackal's stream lasts for almost a full minute. Near the end Janice begins to fear she might run out of room for it all. Thankfully, it trickles off just as she nears full capacity.

"Good girl," the Jackal praises as he pulls his cock from her mouth.

Janice just looks down at the ground in shame and humiliation. As she hangs her head down she notices her tummy isn't flat like normal but slightly bulging. Her red face takes on a hint of green as she thinks about what is inside. A master with any compassion would let her go to the bathroom and throw up. There is no doubt in her mind that the Jackal isn't going to let her do that. He will make her hold it until her body has absorbed every single drop and become part of her.

4.

The Jackal is indeed pleased with his new puppy. Most new puppies require days of training before they willingly take his piss. And extremely few can do so without getting sick the first time.

He pats Janice's head for a minute and then turns to a nearby table. Janice can't help but look over at the table in fear as the Jackal lets his fingers glide across an array of devices. His hand stops above a pair of boots.

A tear runs down Janice's cheek. She has seen these type of boots before in the Jackal's videos. All the puppies wear them. From the outside, they look like a normal pair of high heel boots. However, imbedded inside is an array of tacks.

"This should keep you off your feet," the Jackal chuckles as he grabs the boots and turns toward Janice.

Janice takes a step back but doesn't dare try to run. She knows it will do no good. There is no escaping the Jackal. She has seen many videos of kids that have tried. She has also seen what can happen to them when they try.

Instead, she reluctantly raises her right foot, offering it to the Jackal. He smiles, kneels down and grabs hold of the foot.

"This puppy is indeed special," he says to himself. "She is smart and thus will be hard to tame. Oh, how fun this is going to be."

He slips the boot on. The top of the boot goes about half way to her knee. He secures her foot in it via several buckles. He places a tiny lock on each buckle to ensure the boot isn't easily removed. He then releases the foot from his grasp. Janice lowers it toward the floor but stops herself at the last second. Even she would often laugh at the kids in the videos that were stupid enough to try to walk in these boots.

Instead, she kneels and then sits on the cold concrete floor. She then offers her other foot to her cruel captor. As the Jackal puts the other boot on, it fully sinks in for Janice that she will be on all fours for the rest of her stay.

"If you are a good puppy then I might let you wear knee guards from time to time," the Jackal says as he admires his handiwork.

"Ow!" Janice cries out as the Jackal slaps the bottom of her left boot.

The tacks don't break the skin but it is still a hard enough hit to give her a good idea of how it would feel if she ever tried to stand.

The Jackal stands and slaps his own hip a couple times. Janice knows what he wants and quickly gets up on her hands and knees and crawls over to him. In the days to come, when the Jackal gives this non verbal command, she will learn to also give a special bark and then pant happily as she sticks out her tongue.

"Heel!" Jackal says as he starts to walk.

Janice knows what this command means and starts crawling after him. As she struggles to keep up, she quickly understands how knee pads would indeed be a nice reward. Despite being indoors, most of the floors aren't carpeted or otherwise padded. Instead, parts are concrete and other parts are tiled with a rather rough granite of some kind.

They go through several rooms before they reach their destination. It is the 'lab'. Or at least that is what the Jackal always refers to it as in his videos. A chill runs through her as she surveys the room. She has seen the room before of course via the videos. However, being here in person is a completely different experience.

This is where the Jackal keeps most of his 'training tools'. Whips, paddles, butt plugs, dildos, gags, you name it and Jackal probably has a version of it stored here. Many of these items are on display hanging from hooks. Others are tucked way in various cabinets and drawers.

What draws most of Janice's attention, however, is a large stainless steel table in the middle of the room. This is where the Jackal uses a lot of these tools on his puppies. The table is pretty plain with the exception of some stirrups off one end and a long metal ramp going from the floor up to the table on the other.

Janice is guided to the ramp. She only hesitates a second before crawling up it. Once up, the Jackal gives the ramp a good push and it rolls away with a slight squeak.

"Bow!"

The command bounces off all the hard surfaces in the room, making it sound exceedingly loud. Janice knows she has heard this command before in the videos. However, for the life of her she can't remember what she is supposed to do.

"Head down, ass up," he instructs.

The metal table feels ice cold as she rests her shoulders and the side of her face against it. She is thankful that her A-cup breasts aren't quite big enough to reach the table in this position. Or at least they aren't at the moment. Recently, she has noticed that her breasts swell a bit sometimes. Especially near the areola. This always embarrasses her since it usually happens while she is being bred. The male actors and camera crew are often teasing her about it.

"Good girl."

She gets praise this time for following instructions. She of course will get a harsh punishment if she ever needs the command explained to her a second time.

Janice's body shivers as the Jackal walks around the table gliding is his coarse hands over her body. As he passes by, Janice can easily see the Jackal is erect under his sweat pants. Part of her actually hopes the man will breed her. Once done he might lose interest in her for a bit.

The Jackal gives his puppy's rump a playful slap and then turns and walks toward a nearby cabinet. Janice does her best to watch as the man digs around. However, most of her view is blocked by the man's large frame.

It seems an eternity to Janice before the Jackal finally turns back toward her. Her eyes get big and she swallows hard when she sees the man holding a large metal tray. It is too high for her to see what is on the tray but she already knows it isn't going to be anything good.

"No!" Janice lets out when the tray is lowered to a stool not far from her and she can see what it contains.

SLAP!

The sound of the Jackal's palm slapping Janice's ass sounds like an explosion. It takes only a split second for the pain to reach her brain. To her surprise, it doesn't hurt half as much as it sounded. It still hurts though and she lets out a loud "Oh!"

The Jackal doesn't mind when puppies object to something. In fact, it turns him on when they do so. However, that objection should be done in the form of barks and whimpers, not words. Punishments for such mistakes will get significantly worse as her training progresses.

Despite the pain of the slap, most of Janice's attention remains on the tray. Laying on top of it is a small bottle and a syringe. There is also a large tube of something, but it is the syringe of course that concerns her. Like most people, she isn't fond of shots. That is especially so when they are about to be given by someone like the Jackal.

The Jackal gives Janice a smile as he slowly inserts the needle into the bottle and fills the syringe by pulling the plunger back. He pulls the needle from the bottle but doesn't come at her with it. Instead he lays it on the tray again and grabs the tube.

Janice shivers as the man walks behind her. A few seconds later she feels something cold and wet ooze between her ass cheeks. She then feels one of the Jackals hands start to smear it around. Janice can tell right away that it is a lubricant.

"Let's see what we got to work with," the Jackal says more to himself than to Janice.

Janice is almost pleased as the man starts to insert a finger into her. Anything is better than dealing with the needle. She still keeps a close eye on the syringe though. She knows he plans to eventually do something with it.

"Oh!" Janice lets out as the Jackal roughly inserts a second and third finger.

As much as Janice hates the man, she can't deny that he knows his way around a sissy's sweet spot. The man finds her ass clit and starts rubbing it. She blushes in shame as her penis hardens. She bites her lower lip as her breasts cone outward just enough to bring her nipples in contact with the cold table.

"Oh," Janice says in pleasure this time.

Her pleasure, of course, is not of great concern to the Jackal. At least not right now. It does tell him something about her though. Most boy sex slaves will put on a good act when it comes to anal sex. However, they don't really like it. Janice is clearly one of the few that do. Even if she doesn't realize it herself. At least that is the Jackal's theory. Sure, it is an over simplified theory. However, the Jackal isn't exactly a rocket scientist. That doesn't change the fact that he is God. At least in his little slice of the world.

His fat fingers wiggle around in her hole a bit before he feels her loosen up slightly. He then manages to squeeze in his pinky. His thumb quickly follows.

"Good girl," he whispers as he twists and turns his fingers in her hole.

The comment is meant more to calm Janice down than anything else. The Jackal is well aware that it takes more than just brute force to open a puppy's hole. Unless of course you don't care about doing damage.

A calm puppy will often spread to full capacity before they begin to panic too much. Granted, the special enema formula the Jackal uses on his puppies includes a muscle relaxant and a few not so legal mind altering components. Once exposed to that it doesn't require quite as much coaxing to open them up. It is always good, however, to have them off the drugs the first time you open them. It gives a better feel for their normal capacity.

The Jackal is quite pleased with Janice's capacity. His fingers are all the way inside and her anal ring is almost to the crest of his knuckles. All of Lou's kids are well used. However, only a few of the ones sent to the Jackal have been able to stretch this far on the first try. They all, of course, stretched this far and much more by the time he was done with them.

"OH!" Janice lets out as her anal ring finally summits and the Jackal's knuckles and his hand pops inside.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she continues as her body and mind try to cope with the intrusion.

Janice has taken objects as big as the Jackal's fist before, but not often. And certainly not so rapidly. He went from one finger to full fist within seven minutes. This means her internal muscles are still at full strength. As a result, they immediately start trying to expel the foreign object. The Jackal just smiles as he feels her hole squeezing and pushing on his hand. The two actions of course being counter productive. It is just a shame his cock isn't big enough to get such a reaction from a puppy's hole. His 8" [20 cm] cock is a decent size but it pales in comparison to a hand.

"Shhhh. Good girl. Good girl."

The Jackal lightly pats Janice's ass cheeks with his free hand as he tries to calm her down. Janice hears very little of it. All of her focus is on the muscles in her body which have all gone taut.

Janice's body continues to shake and shiver at the end of the Jackal's arm for several minutes before the muscles begin to fatigue and she calms down. Even then, the Jackal can still feel her hole squeeze from time to time.

Janice feels completely drained from the short but intense ordeal. She closes her eyes and prays she will soon pass out. The Jackal takes advantage of her relaxed state and manages to make a fist inside her. Janice groans in protest but can't gather up the energy to try to fight the maneuver.

Her eyes open wide, however, when she hears the Jackal pulling the syringe from the tray.

While all of the Jackal's puppies follow a similar training program, there are still variations. It makes for better videos. Plus, the Jackal finds it helps make the puppies feel a little special when you do something to them they haven't seen in any of his prior videos.

That said, the immunization process he is putting Janice through is pretty standard. Even in her current state, Janice realizes this. She just can't remember many of the details of the scenes. There is good reason for this. She often had her eyes tightly closed during the very intense parts. And the Jackal wielding a syringe is definitely one in which she not only always closed her eyes but often covered her ears as well.

Her instinct is to beg for a reprieve. However, she knows that this will just get her a punishment on top of the shot. Instead, she closes her eyes tight and tightens all the muscles in her body.

"AHH!" Janice squeals when she feels the needle penetrate her anal ring.

Janice had expected a shot in her left or right ass cheek, not this. The pain is extreme.

"OH! OH! OH!" she squeals as the needle digs deeper and deeper.

"We have to get it in there real deep," the Jackal explains. "If we don't then all of the medicine will be forced back out when I remove my fist."

As logical as the explanation might be, Janice is pretty sure a better solution would have been to give her the shot… well, pretty much anywhere but her ass pussy!

The Jackal goes very slow and carefully as he feeds Janice more and more of the long needle. You have to go in at just the right angle. If the angle isn't tight enough then he will end up poking his own hand. Too tight, however, and he might accidentally snap the needle or hit a bone. He goes in a good 3 inches [8 cm] before he decides it is best not to go any deeper. Not that there is much needle left on the outside anyway. He then presses down on the plunger.

He empties over half of the syringe at this depth. The rest he releases as he slowly starts to retract the needle. When he gets the needle free, part of him wants to use it to poke a few more holes in the puppy's ring. He knows he doesn't have time, however, and quickly puts the needle back on the tray. He then sits back and watches the show.

"Oh," Janice groans as the shot begins to take effect.

The feeling is unlike anything Janice has felt before. It seems to burn, sting and itch. Yet, not necessarily all at the same time. Each kind of comes in like a wave and drowns out most, but not all, of the prior wave.

The medical concoction is somewhat new in the Jackal's arsenal. Exactly what is in the shot is beyond the Jackal's understanding. The list of ingredients was emailed to him by a friend who got it from a friend of a friend of a fan of the Jackal's videos. Someone by the name of Kelly, though the Jackal isn't sure if that is a first or last name. While the Jackal has seen the list, it all looks Greek to him. Well, technically, since it is medical related it probably is written in Greek or Latin.

Thankfully, Lou's organization has doctors on the payroll. The Jackal simply forwarded the information on to them and had them give it a look. A month later and bottles of the stuff arrived. The new formula of course still contains all the antibiotics and other medicines his prior formula had. The last thing you want is your puppies getting sick and possibly passing something on to the dogs.

At first, Janice tightens up all her muscles and stands her ground. She even manages to keep most of her groans under control. She knows the Jackal wants to see her suffering. She defiantly tries to deny him a show.

However, the waves keep getting bigger and bigger. She starts shifting her weight from one knee to the other. Then, finally, she just can't will herself to quietly endure it any more.

"AHHH!" she lets out in one long scream that seems to be amplified ten-fold by the room's acoustics. "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

She tries to pull away but the Jackal's fist is just a tad too big to expel. At least in her current tense state.

The discomfort is so intense that Janice barely notices as the Jackal starts spanking her ass hard for speaking.

Unable to expel the fist, she takes the only course available to her. She tries to force it deeper inside her. This action makes no sense even to her. However, sitting still and accepting the discomfort just isn't an option to her frantic mind.

While the moving fist does seem to address some of the itch, for the most part all it does is draw some of her attention away from the discomfort of the drug and focus it on the discomfort of the huge fist moving inside her. Neither feeling is desirable of course. Yet, between the two she prefers the feeling of the fist. Not that the former ever really goes away. It is still very much there. However, if she can dim that discomfort even just 1 percent then she is going to do it.

The fist goes deeper and deeper as she forces herself back. The Jackal keeps spanking her but also keeps a close eye on his forearm as it slowly sinks into the sissy. He is well aware that it is near impossible for a puppy this small to take him all the way to the elbow. However, it still turns him on that Janice would willingly do so right now if she could.

Janice ends up bottoming out around half way. The Jackal is rather impressed. Most of his puppies have trouble taking that much even after their training is over.

"Good girl," he praises her as he stops the spanking.

Janice holds the fist deep inside her for a moment before she reverses direction. She doesn't stop until she feels her ass pussy painfully stretched by the fist. Then back in it goes.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Janice speeds up as well. It is very uncomfortable but it also seems to help drown out the drug's effects. In fact, she can now barely feel those effects. Encouraged by this she speeds up even more.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

She humps back and forth on the fist for several minutes before she is too exhausted to continue. She manages to keep her rear end up but her face goes back to table. She is so tired that she can't even control her drool. It is another minute before she realizes that the fist fuck probably wasn't doing as much as she thought. The side effects of the drug have simply worn off.

The Jackal smiles down at Janice as he twists and turns his fist around inside her. He then slowly pulls back.

"Oh! Oh!" Janice groans as the Jackal pulls back with more and more force.

"AH!" she screams as the fist finally pops out.

The second the fist pops out her hips start humping at air. A second after that and a stream of her sissy cum shots out of her penis and onto the metal table. She has been trained to lick up her messes. However, she just can't gather the strength to move. Thankfully, the Jackal helps her out by scooping it up with his fingers and feeding it to her. Mid feeding, Janice realizes that the Jackal is using the same hand that was just up her hole. Thanks to the enema they gave her prior to shipping, the hand is covered in nothing but cum and ass juice. She scrunches her face up in disgust but licks it all clean anyway.

"Good girl," the Jackal praises. "Yeah, I think you are going to be very popular in the kennel."

A wave of despair goes through Janice at the mention of the kennel. It reminds her that her puppy training hasn't even really begun yet.

5.

The Jackal doesn't let Janice stop licking his hand until it is thoroughly clean. He then walks to a nearby wall and grabs a tail for his new puppy. The device is an inflatable butt plug with a rubber tail attached to it.

Janice isn't surprised when she sees him coming at her with it. She has seen this device before in the videos.

"Mmm!" Janice grunts as the cold rubber plug is forced inside her.

The plug is almost 3 inches [7 cm] wide. That is pretty big but Janice has worn plugs this size before. Of course, Janice is quickly learning that a term like 'big' is really a matter of perspective. An hour ago this plug would have seemed a very tight fit. After the Jackal's fist, the plug almost seems a joke to her.

In addition to the tail, the plug also has a long hose attached to it with a bulb on the end. Janice nibbles on her lower lip when she realizes the Jackal has grabbed hold of the bulb and is pumping air into the plug. The plug gets bigger and bigger inside her. The Jackal doesn't stop until the plug is at least the size of his fist. He then fiddles with the plug for a moment and the hose disconnects from it.

Despite being of similar size, the plug is smooth and uniform in shape and thus doesn't feel nearly as bad as the Jackal's hard and non uniform shaped fist had.

"Heel!" the Jackal commands as he moves the ramp back against the end of the table.

It takes a second for the command to fully register.

"Oh," Janice groans as she forces her tired, sore muscles to obey.

She bites her lower lip as the huge plug shifts inside her. Or is it really her insides that are shifting around the plug? Whatever it is, it feels uncomfortable. Yet, it still makes her penis get hard again. She blushes and chastises herself for getting hard at a time like this. She wills her penis to get soft but it is out of her control.

She descends the ramp and rushes to catch up with the Jackal. They go through two more rooms. The Jackal hits a switch as they reach a final door. Janice swallows hard when she can faintly hear dogs starting to bark on the other side. The barking becomes a lot louder as the Jackal unlatches the door and begins to open it. They have reached the kennel.

Janice not only holds her ground but crawls backward a couple feet as the Jackal proceeds on into the room.

"I can't go in there!" a voice screams in Janice's head. "I just can't!"

Janice closes her eyes tight and prays that this is just a nightmare. That she is really safe and sound back in one of Lou's holding cells. She reluctantly opens her eyes back up to discover that her prayers have not been answered.

"Heel!"

The command makes Janice's body jerk. The Jackal's voice is so menacing that even the dogs go quiet.

Janice begins to cry as she realizes how right she was earlier. There is no way she can be a compliant participant in all of this. Even the knowledge that the Jackal will punish her and then make her participate anyway isn't enough reasoning to get her to comply.

"If I have to drag you in here then you will spend the night without your tail," the Jackal growls.

Of all the punishments the Jackal could threaten her with, this one hardly seems that horrible to Janice. The huge inflated plug is hardly comfortable after all.

The Jackal gives her a moment to fully process the threat. It doesn't take Janice long to take the scenario to its logical conclusion. Her eyes get big and she rushes into the room. She has seen enough of the Jackal's videos to know that if she is left with the dogs without a tail in place then they will mate with her. And that was why she was reluctant to enter in the first place. The Jackal is basically telling her that she won't get bred today if she is a good girl. Sure, that might change tomorrow. However, when you have no real control over your future, a sex slave quickly learns that today is all that really matters.

Janice is met by a wall of cold air as she enters the room. This confuses her for a moment. She isn't sure why but she can always tell when she is underground. The temperature underground is lower, but not this low. It isn't until she looks up that it all makes sense. Yes, they are underground but the ceiling is missing. Well, there are some metal beams running across with a kind of fencing connected to them. However, they provide no protection from the elements.

The roof, if you want to call it that, is a good 10 feet [3 m] high. There are flood lights mounted along the roof beams which light the kennel. Janice manages to slightly see past the bright lights, however, and tell that it is night out. Not that the time of day really has much meaning to her anymore. Sure, they keep you on a schedule in Lou's holding cells. However, whether you are awake during the day or at night is rather irrelevant when you never go outside.

Janice is in awe at the sheer size of the kennel. The concrete walls are a good 10 feet [3 m] high and the floor space must be at least 10,000 square feet [1,000 m²]. Almost all of it wide open space. There is a blanket of snow on the ground but Janice can tell from where the dogs have roamed around that there is dirt and grass underneath it all. It makes Janice feel like she is outside in the open. Which she technically is. It isn't a feeling she likes. She would feel much safer inside. The dogs growling in the distance makes the feeling exponentially worse.

The Jackal closes the door behind them and then starts walking toward a fenced in area to the far right. This is where all the dogs are currently penned up. Janice's rubber tail flaps back and forth as she rushes to catch up with her captor. She doesn't like where they are going, but she doesn't want to give the Jackal any reason to remove her tail. Plus, it is very cold out and she is naked, with the exception of her accessories. With luck, maybe that area is somehow heated.

The dogs bark and dance around excitingly as the two get nearer. If he was alone, the Jackal would probably let the dogs loose for awhile and maybe even play catch with them. There is a time for play though and a time for business.

"Kennel!" he shouts.

The dogs quiet down and rush to their huge dog houses. They go inside but stick their head out in hopes that another, more fun, command might be given.

The Jackal opens the gate and ushers Janice inside.

"Beg!"

It takes Janice a second to remember what this command means. She sits back on her legs and raises her hands.

The Jackal runs his fingers back and forth across Janice's bare skin. She is covered in goosebumps and the feel turns him on. It is uncomfortably cold out, so he doesn't linger for long. His fingers make their way to one of Janice's hard nipples and he gives it a pinch. Janice grimaces but keeps quiet.

The Jackal gives her an evil smile and then starts undoing the straps on her mitts. It takes some doing but he gets them off.

"I'll see you in the morning," the Jackal says as he closes the gate and starts walking back toward the main door.

"But…" Janice begins to say.

The Jackal just keeps walking. Janice stares after him in shock.

'I'll freeze to death out here!' she wants to yell. She manages to bite her tongue.

Part of her thinks that this is just a sick joke. However, the Jackal doesn't even look back as he exits and closes the main door behind him. A few seconds later and Janice's world goes black as all of the flood lights shut off.

She frantically tries to remember back to the Jackal's videos. Nothing comes to mind. She has seen footage of puppies being left in the kennel, but never when it is dark out. It quickly dawns on her that this is no doubt because, like her, the camera's aren't able to see in the dark.

She kneels there shivering for well over a minute before her eyes finally begin to adjust to the moon lit area. She can only barely make out her surroundings. And what she can see concerns her even more than the cold. The Jackal's command has worn off and the dogs have started coming out of their houses in order to inspect the new puppy.

As they get right up on her, Janice shivers as much out of fear as she does cold. Even in the dark, she can easily tell how mean the dogs look. And while she has seen most of these dogs on video before, they somehow seem significantly larger now.

Janice tries to rush away but a loud growl stops her in her tracks. Only one of the dogs approach her any further. She can't make out that much in the dark but she is pretty positive this is Bear. She has seen enough of the videos to know that Bear is the alpha. He is a large Rottweiler.

As he growls and gets closer, Janice begins to pee herself. She tries to get her bladder under control but is unable to do so. It doesn't help that a good amount of the Jackal's piss has made it's way through her system and into her bladder. She pees for a good 40 seconds before her stream trickles off.

Bear is hardly surprised by Janice's reaction. Most new puppies do this when they first meet him.

"No!" Janice squeals as Bear circles around her and gives her a nudge toward the other dogs.

The dogs know that anything but barks from a puppy is a big no-no. Bear gives her a quick nip on her side. Janice squeals again. The nip hurts but it isn't hard enough to break the skin. Janice gets the hint though and remains quiet when Bear nudges her once more.

Bear does this several more times. However, Janice only takes a step in that direction each time and then holds her ground. Angry at how stupid this puppy is, Bear grabs hold of her tail with his teeth and starts pulling her in the desired direction.

Janice claws at the frozen earth below her but the dog is way too strong. At first he drags her. However, the huge inflated butt plug begins to painfully stretch her hole. She quickly gives up her struggle and begins crawling backward as fast as she can.

To her surprise, the other dogs stand to the side and don't bother her as she passes them.

Janice renews her struggles when it dawns on her what is actually taking place. Bear has claimed her and is taking her back to his house.

"No! No!" Janice screams in her head as she tries to get traction on the icy ground.

It is a battle she knows she can't win, but her fear won't let her stop fighting. She manages to grab hold of something for a brief moment but is forced to let go as the plug stretches her to the max once more.

The dog houses have large flap doors on them. As Bear backs inside, dragging Janice behind him, a light inside turns on. Enough light escapes the opening to give Janice a better look at the other dogs. There are four of them that she can see. If she didn't know better, she would swear they were grinning at her as she makes one final attempt to keep her upper body from being dragged inside. She loses the battle though and the dogs disappear as she pops inside and the flap door closes.

Janice's eyes dart around as she takes in her surroundings. The area is rather spacious for a dog house. It looked like a huge crate from the outside. However, inside it looks almost like a small walk in closet, only shorter. The room looks to be about 5 feet [1½ m] wide, long and about that tall as well.

What draws most of her attention, besides Bear of course, is the warmer temperature. It is only about 55 degrees Fahrenheit [12½°C], but it is still a stark contrast to the freezing temperature outside.

When Bear finally lets go of her tail, Janice's instinct is to bolt for the exit. Instead, she slowly inches toward it. Bear doesn't growl or otherwise indicate that he is upset. He just walks over and lays down on a large dog bed which takes up two thirds of the floor space.

Bear doesn't even growl as she starts to open the flap. It isn't until the cold air hits her again that it dawns on her why the dog isn't all that concerned. She wouldn't last the night out there and she knows it. Plus, she has seen video scenes of puppies running from the kennel. They never get far. She remembered one scene where a puppy even climbed the pen's fence and held themselves way above where the dogs could reach. The dogs just sat below and waited until the puppy got tired and came back down.

Reluctantly, Janice let's the flap close. She then hunches up in the corner furthest from Bear. The dog house's concrete floor is hard and cold but the further she is from Bear the better. She has seen enough scenes, however, to know that Bear will only let her distance herself for so long.

Sure enough, only five minutes goes by before Bear gives an odd growl that ends as a bark. Janice is well aware that puppies are taught not just how to speak using barks but to understand the few special bark/commands the actual dogs have been trained to use. Janice has heard them all several times. However, she never bothered to memorize them. Why would she? It's not like anyone expects, let alone plans, to be sent to the Jackal.

"Grrrwoof!"

"Grrwoof!"

"Grrwoof!"

Bear begins to get angry as his new bitch just sits there ignoring his command. He bares his teeth and begins to growl.

Janice almost pees again. She isn't sure what the dog wants, but there aren't that many options to choose from. Either he wants her to leave or he wants her to come to him. And considering he just dragged her in here, she decides to inch toward him. Sure enough, the growl quickly dissipates.

By the time she reaches him, Bear is much calmer. He lays on his side and waits for his bitch to do her job. Janice just kneels there though.

"Grrwoof!"

Janice jerks as the command vibrates the air around her. It isn't until she sees Bear's cock that it dawns on her what Bear wants. About 6 inches [15 cm] of thick red meat is sticking out of Bear's sheath and Janice knows there is at least another 6 inches hidden. She turns her face away in disgust and considers the door once more. Bear is already starting to growl though and so Janice holds her ground.

"I can't do this! I can't do this!"

She screams the words in her head over and over. However, even as she thinks this she finds herself reaching down toward Bear's cock. She tells herself to stop but her body doesn't listen.

"NO!" she yells in her head.

She already knows, however, that it will do no good. This same thing happened to her several times during her sissy training at the school. It happens whenever she is faced with a task she knows she can't possibly bring herself to do, yet has no real option but to do it. She isn't sure if it is just shock or some kind of mental disorder taking place, she just knows she is no longer in the driver's seat.

She feels ill as her fingers touch Bear's cock. It is moist and very hot.

The cock quickly hardens in her grasp. The other 6 inches [15 cm] come out of the sheath as well. It is so thick that her fingers don't even come close to reaching all the way around. She holds the cock for a few seconds before she finally begins to masturbate it. As disgusting as the act is, the furnace-like heat coming off the dick feels good on her nearly frostbit hand. She is tempted to use it to warm her other hand as well.

It is with this last thought that she realizes she has control of her body again. She quickly pulls her hand off the cock. All it takes is a growl from Bear, however, to get her to quickly grab it and start masturbating it once more.

She tries to convince herself that grabbing the cock again is no worse than what she has already done. She knows better. Not only is she in control now but all it took was a simple growl to get her to obey Bear. She is essentially a sex slave to a dog!

Tears run down her cheeks as it sinks in how far she has fallen. Just yesterday she was a porn star that most of Lou's other kids were jealous of. Today she is doing things she knows all of them would look down on her for. She knows this because she always looked down on puppies in the Jackal's videos. Sure, she felt sorry for them also. However, she always frowned on the puppies because they gave in too easy. She was convinced they would have to kill her before she would do those nasty things. And yet, all it took was a growl to get her to comply.

Even after all his training, being masturbated just doesn't feel natural to Bear. Especially in this position. His instinct is to jump up and mount the bitch. The tangy smell of the rubber tail reminds him it would be futile. So, it is either the bitch's hands or her mouth. Of the two, he prefers the hand. Very few bitches have ever handled his cock in their mouth that well. Sure, he eventually cums but it isn't as pleasurable for him.

Not that mating is really a thing he does for pleasure. Half of the time he does it simply because it is instinctive for him to do so or because he needs to put a bitch in her place. The other half he does it because he knows he is expected to by his master. This time is more the latter. When the lights in the dog house come on it is understood that his master expects to see something. That said, this puppy is new and needs to be shown her place as well.

Janice turns a tinge of green as the huge red dick slides back and forth in her hand. She tries not to look at the cock but instinctively peeks glances at it. The cock is absolutely massive. While she has seen a few human cocks about this size, none of those had a huge bulb at the base like Bear's cock now has. The bulb is even bigger than the Jackal's fist. She nibbles on her lower lip as she thinks about the purpose of that gigantic bulb. Is it physically possible for something that big to even fit in her ass pussy?

"JANICE!" she screams in her head when she realizes what she is thinking.

She is doubly upset with herself when she realizes her penis has gotten hard again. How could it at a time like this? She blames it on her training and the huge tail butt plug.

Janice knows that the huge bulb means that Bear will be cumming soon. This sickening thought makes her want to turn her face away again. However, she needs to pay more attention now than ever. In preparation, she carefully aims the cock away from the mattress. She knows from the Jackal's videos that the dogs don't like it when you get their cum on their bed.

Janice freezes and her eyes get big when it fully dawns on her that she has seen scenes inside the dog houses before. Her eyes quickly dart around the structure once more. Sure enough, she sees small blackish glass domes mounted on each wall and the ceiling. She seen them before but hadn't given them much thought. She stares at one more intently and can make out the camera inside.

"They are recording this!"

Janice turns beat red in shame and humiliation. She also chastises herself again. Of course they are recording her. She is an idiot for not realizing it until now. She is also now doubly ashamed that she did not put up more of a resistance earlier. Everyone that sees the video will realize how easily she gave in to being a dog slut. She will never be able to face the other kids again. One would think that this would be of insignificance at a time like this. However, her social status among the other kids is all she has. And she knows that puppies are seen as the lowest of the low. Even puppies don't socialize with each other.

The thought is enough to get her to remove her hand. Bear growls though and Janice shamefully grabs hold of the cock again. When a dog as mean as Bear growls at you, it is hard to disobey. Still, she can't believe how weak she is.

She tells herself to let go again and run outside and climb the fence. Or do anything except obey. Instead, tears run down her cheeks as she starts masturbating the cock again. Her tears get even stronger when it dawns on her that she still has a hard on and that this fact is being recorded as well.

Janice tries to find an angle that will hide her actions, or at least her hard on, from the cameras. However, the cameras are too well placed. She would have to practically lie on Bear in order to hide anything. And that would probably make her look worse.

Janice is almost thankful when Bear begins to climax. It means that it is almost over. The sight of the milky white cum squirting out the end of the dick and shooting half way across the room makes her gag. However, she keeps on massaging it.

The squirts become whiter for a moment and then start becoming almost completely clear. The squirts become less frequent, but they do continue. Janice knows this can go on for quite some time. Luckily, Bear is satisfied enough and abruptly turns away from her. She knows that a trained puppy would chase the cock until the squirts die off completely. She isn't about to do that. Especially if Bear doesn't seem upset about it. She has already humiliated herself enough for the cameras.

6.

Janice wakes the next morning to the feel of Bear stirring on the bed. She opens her eyes to find she is snuggling with the large dog. The sight of the dog sends a wave of fear through her and she tries to flee.

"OW!" she screams as she tries to get to her feet.

It takes her sleepy mind a second to understand where the pain is coming from.

"Oh my God!" she screams in her head as the memory of the boots and the rest of yesterday comes flooding back. "I'm a puppy!"

She screams the latter in her head over and over as she begins to cry. It is only after she remembers the cameras does she shield her face with her hands and tries to get her emotions under control. She weeps for a good ten minutes before she can stop the tears.

Part of her wants to crawl out into the snow and die. Any normal person would probably do just that. However, a sex slave is hardly 'normal'. At least not after you have been captive as long as Janice has. When you spend almost every moment of every day wishing for death, you become a bit desensitized to it. Sure, the feeling is still there but it just can't quite get strong enough to act on. Though, this situation is very close to Janice's breaking point.

Instead, Janice decides to lie back down with Bear. She didn't get much sleep last night and is still very tired. She had spent at least an hour last night just kneeling on the bed in shock. She then spent the next few hours going in and out of consciousness.

The issue she had was that she kept getting too cold. The room is heated enough for her to survive, but it is still chilly on her bare skin. She of course knew that snuggling up with Bear would keep her plenty warm. However, she was too stubborn to do so. She didn't want there to be any video footage of her willingly snuggling with the mean dog. It was the middle of the night before she finally gave in.

She still doesn't like the idea of it, but the damage has already been done. Besides, the lights in the dog house went out sometime during the night and it is unlikely the cameras can see anything in the dim light. She might as well get a few more hours in.

She is just beginning to drift off again when Bear suddenly jumps up, sending Janice rolling off the bed and onto the concrete floor. The huge dog rushes over the top of her and out the door before she knows what is happening. It isn't until she hears all of the barking that she realizes something is happening outside.

She prays that it is just a bird or something that has made it's way through the wire mesh roof. However, she is pretty certain that the Jackal is there. Too scared to look out, Janice goes to the door flap and tries her best to hear what is going on.

Sure enough, she hears the Jackal order the dogs to quiet down. She then hears the man petting and praising the dogs. He talks to the dogs almost as though they are human. He makes comments and asks questions that they can't possibly comprehend. Janice hears the dogs bark back from time to time but she knows they are just excited to have his attention.

Janice turns red when the Jackal starts talking to Bear.

"Did you enjoy your new bitch?" he loudly asks as he pats the dog. "Did she jerk you off good, boy? Did she clean up the mess afterward?"

The questions go on and on but the part about the mess concerns her. She learned early on in her training at the school that a sissy always cleans up their mess. And they do it with their tongue. Even when that mess is their own cum. It is a task that she has been required to do while in Lou's care also. And despite having done it hundreds of times, the task still disgusts her. However, it pales in comparison to the thought of cleaning up a dog's mess. Expecting her to do such a thing is so far beyond insanity that the thought hadn't even entered her mind the night before. Even now she is having a hard time grasping it.

I'm a puppy!

No matter how many times she reminds herself of this, it just doesn't fully sink. She has seen the Jackal's videos, she knows what puppies are required to do. And cleaning up a dog's mess is far from the worst of it. Even now, however, she keeps trying to convince herself that they simply won't require her to do all of those disgusting things. She tries to think of a reason they won't but can't come up with one.

"Get out here!"

The loud command snaps her out of her horrifying thoughts. Not that having the Jackal's attention is preferred.

Janice only hesitates a moment before she slowly pushes the flap open and sticks her head out.

The Jackal can't help but laugh as Janice's reddened face looks out at him. Puppies are always embarrassed after a night in the kennels. At least for the first few weeks. Eventually, they all break though. One day a switch just flips in their head and they are no longer pretending to be puppies but actually think they are. Concepts like 'embarrassment' just don't register to them anymore. What puts them over this edge varies from puppy to puppy. It turns the Jackal on just thinking about it. It will be fun to see what flips this puppy's switch.

"I hear that you like jacking dogs off," the Jackal chuckles.

Janice looks down at the ground in shame. Being reminded of last night is bad enough. All but confirming to her that he was watching her via the cameras makes it even worse. Her face somehow manages to become even redder when she remembers her hard on last night. Did the Jackal notice it? Is this what he is referring too? She wants to deny that she liked the experience and point out that it sickened her. She knows better than to speak though. Besides, she already knows that the more she hates something the more the Jackal will probably make her do it.

"Bear says you need more practice though," he continues.

Janice instinctively glances over at Bear in anger, as though he actually said this. She chastises herself for the ridiculous thought.

The Jackal walks over to a small shed in the pen. It is where he keeps the dog food. There are also medical and other supplies inside. However, what he goes for is something he just recently added. It is a liter size wide mouth clear plastic milk bottle.

Janice looks on in confusion as the man walks back to her with it. The Jackal kneels down in front of her and points to some horizontal lines on the side of the bottle. There is a red line about a quarter of the way up from the bottom of the bottle, a yellow line at the half way point and a green line a quarter from the top.

"Anything below the red line will get you a severe punishment," he informs her. "You will also spend the night without your tail. Below the yellow line and you still get a punishment, just not as bad. We will also flip a coin to see if you get to wear your tail. Anything above the yellow line and no punishment and you get to wear the tail. You make it to the green line, however, and you get a reward."

The Jackal then hands her the bottle. Janice looks at him in confusion. As simple as the rules are, she still has no clue what she is expected to do with the bottle.

The Jackal walks out of the pen and shuts the fence gate behind him. He then starts walking toward the kennel exit.

"I'll be reviewing the video footage later," he yells over his shoulder. "I better not see any spitting into the bottle or anything like that. Nothing but milk inside. You are welcome to add your own though if you want. I will be back in six hours."

It doesn't take but a few seconds for Janice to piece it all together. The Jackal expects her to 'milk' the dogs into the bottle! She reflexively drops the bottle as though it burned her hand. She is about to scream a plea to get out of the task but the Jackal has reached the exit and closes the door behind him before she can react. She knows she would get punished for such a plea, but she still wishes she could have given it. The punishment, after all, couldn't possibly be worse than this task, could it?

Janice kneels there for over a minute staring at the kennel exit in shock. She then starts surveying the kennel. It is day time and she can make out a lot more detail than the night before. She looks for possible weak spots. To her surprise, she does see a few spots where the fencing along the edge of the ceiling doesn't look like it is completely secured.

The problem, however, is that she has no way to reach it. Even if she stood in the tack boots, the ceiling would still be a good 5 feet [1½ m] out of reach. The only part of the ceiling she could possibly reach is in the pen area where she is now. The pen fence goes all the way up to the ceiling. However, she can easily see that all of the ceiling fencing is very secure in this area.

That said, the gate to the pen is not locked or anything. She could pull herself up high enough to unlatch it. Then she could climb up the pen's fence from the outside and grab hold of the ceiling fencing. Then it would just be a matter of going hand over hand like a monkey for about 100 feet [30 m] until she reached a weak spot. Then pull herself up and out.

Yeah, none of that is going to happen. She doubts she could even climb up to the ceiling. And even is she could do that, she would fall the second she tried to dangle from the ceiling. She just doesn't have that kind of upper body strength. And falling from that height onto the frozen ground would hurt. Doubly so with the tack boots on.

No, Janice is pretty positive that the kennel is escape proof. At least for her. She begins to cry as she hopelessly looks out at the wide open kennel.

It must have snowed during the night because there is a fresh thick coat of it in the kennel yard. Under any other circumstance, Janice would probably find the sight beautiful. Yeah, it is just snow in a huge hole, but anything natural looks beautiful after you have been captive in underground cells so long.

For an instant, Janice thinks again about putting an end to it all. She could lay down in the pen and look out at the snow as she slowly drifts away. It would be a better death than most sex slaves could hope for. Her shivering body and the sting of the cold air on her bare skin, however, reminds her that such a death wouldn't be quite as simple and romantic as she might like.

This and the overwhelming instinct to survive makes her face reality. And that reality is that she will milk the dogs. And in the days to come she will do much worse.

Reality isn't without it's hopes though. Because she knows that it will all eventually end. She will then be sent back to Lou. And being back in one of Lou's underground cells is her fantasy come true right now. It is this thought that will get her through this and she holds onto that thought like it was a life preserver.

The only question is whether all of her will make it back there? She has seen puppies return from the Jackal. They are barely human when they return and never fully recover. How much of her will be lost? Will she even know it or care?

Tears run down her cheeks once more as she slowly reaches down and picks up the bottle.

The End

NOTE: Did you see how Janice might be able to escape? She has the tool(s) and even a window of opportunity to do it. The clues are all there in the story. If you put yourself in her shoes, well boots, then you might think of how you would escape. Will she recognize this opportunity though? And if so, will she succeed?