This disclaimer must be read before reading further:

 

The following story is fictional and contains explicit pornographic material; it is not for minors or the close-minded.

 

Alex Streuth is the pseudonym of the author and a fictional character in these stories.  Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc. described herein are entirely fictional.  None of the following is based on real organisms or organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real, living, deceased or imaginary, (except where specifically noted in the ‘Continuity and Background’ and ‘Literary Notes’ sections) is purely coincidental.

 

This story is copyrighted (June 2005) by the author with permission granted to make copies only for personal use, they may not be redistributed to others.

 

The author cannot be responsible for the existence or delivery of any content which some may find offensive; reader be warned, by continuing further with this document you agree not to hold any party responsible for the delivery or existence of its contents.

 

Due to the extreme nature of the following material the author advises anyone who has stumbled across this document by mistake to destroy it if it is in the form of a hard copy, or to delete it and then write over its memory address if it is a soft copy.

 

Thank you and enjoy the following quality presentation.

 

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Continuity and Background:  This story takes place within the charming dominion of Cherish Valley , if you have never visited here before it is a place where girls are reared to respect the lordship of men and the dominant fashion of the ladies in town is preened and in pink.  The original story written by “The Mayor” is titled ‘Pretty Wives in Pink’ and is modeled after the town of Stepford   (The novel “The Stepford Wives” is ubiquitous enough, but you may find the graphic novel “Stepford Bound” (by Simon Benson) useful for further reference.)  TheMayor’s work can be found at www.bimbofiction.com and I recommend stopping by if you like my work.

My influences come from the writings and imagination of Benson and Gord as well as fiction from mygagorder.com and thundershrk.  The prominent themes are humiliation, degradation, mental conditioning, transformation, modification, bimbofication, objectification, big boobs, huge lips, forced feeding, dehumanization, helpless females, Dominant males, and long term suffering and servitude.

 

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About the Author:  My hobbies include collecting, examining, and designing.  I sometimes come across inspiring stories or goings-on about Cherish and have been asked by the “Committee for the Preservation of the Historical Record of Proper Female Deportment” (the CPHD) to assemble and detail these accounts for posterity.

 

Authorship Disclosure:  The following material originates from personal first-person observations, from video recordings, diaries, medical and scientific notes and other privately held (and confidential) sources, as well as from public town events and records.  I then transpose these accounts into the third person and pen these tales in my free time.  While this is intended as a work of non-fiction for Cherish public record some dramatic and editorial license has been taken to help increase readership interest.

 

Also, as I am extremely busy not all of the gathered data can be included in each presentation.  If you are an accredited researcher with a genuine academic interest you may be allowed access to more extensive information.  In order to request this more thorough (and graphically detailed) explanation of certain material presented, please send your request (noting with which area of record your particular interest lies) to Streuthanasia@gmail.com. 

 

 

 

 

The Making of Catalogue Item #0300
(The Cherish Bitchhound)

 

 

 

Introduction, Information from Latexmaid on our product #0300

It was a busy day at the processing plant and Will was tired.  He had worked a long shift and he wanted to relax, but since we value each customer’s order we will work tirelessly to fill your request to your specifications and desires.

 

Will looked over the new order that had come in and realized how important it was that each costumer be treated with respect and given priority, in our business your needs come first.

 

The making of Item #0300 is a delicate and wonderful process.  Raw input comes in from our acquisitions department and is tagged and prepped for main processing.  That’s where Will’s job comes in, he’s a line assemblyman and it’s his duty to ensure that proper production techniques are followed.

 

You can rest assured that each unit that comes off of our line is backed with our 100% guarantee for service and excellence.  Take today’s order, for example, Will is examining the unit, making sure that its access holes are properly lubed and that its cranium and jaw measure the proper dimensions.  Next he checks the unit’s spine to make sure that proper alignment has been achieved to ensure our four-legged friend’s continued proper posture in its new life.

 

Will notices that this item needs a bit of an adjustment (some remnants of its old memory are still present, and it tries to stand up) so he signals that it is to be run through again.  If proper specifications are not met we don’t use the unit, we will procure a new one to ensure that each product you the customer receives is ‘fresh-out-of-the-box ready-to-go.’

 

Once the proper structuring has been achieved the unit is moved down the assembly line for detailing.  Care is exercised to ensure that the customer’s order and specifications are always met, service is our #1 priority.

 

Here we see Will passing the unit off to the next lineman.  We have about half a dozen linemen at our plant, so that you can rest assured, each step in our production process is carefully supervised.  While a lot of the actual work is carried out automatically by robots and computers as the unit passes down the conveyer we still rely on good old fashioned honest human beings for supervision and quality assurance.  Each one of our men personally inspects and tests the unit at each stage of its processing to ensure that when it reaches you, our valued customer, you are getting exactly what you paid for.

 

Here you can see Will passing the care of the unit over to Harold, who will further inspect the unit before sending it through detailing.  At the end of the line you can see a finished product, this one has passed through all six checkpoints and is ready for delivery.

 

[Illustration of finished product:  A young woman with wide-eyes and a perfectly coifed blonde wig is being loaded into a crate for packaging and delivery.  She appears to not know or understand her surroundings and after a moment sticks a thumb into her mouth to suck on.  Her pretty pink dress is made out of a shiny lycra material and hugs her curves very snugly.  Her voluptuous bosom practically pours out of her tiny top which lines her displayed cleavage with frilly white lace.

 

A man can be seen to be using a crowbar to secure the product into her package, and after she is trapped inside the crate will be gift-wrapped with bright sparkly wrapping paper and then topped with a big red bow.]

 

In this case the men on the line are packing up a fresh young new Bimbo for transportation to her owner.  As you can see our plant is capable of handling many types of manufacturing.  We want to thank you though for considering purchasing Product #0300, the Bitchhound, used for securing and protecting property and possessions, and for grounds maintenance and retrievable of lost or fleeing property:



The Cherish Bitchhound, in a Nutshell

You may see our catalogue for a more thorough description:  The Cherish Bitchhound is a functional design, with little frills or much in the way of personal service capabilities.  It is classified as animal status and exists to defend the homestead of its owner and patrol the grounds.

 


You may find the following customer testimonial helpful in deciding on whether to choose us as your next purveyor of fine female goods.

 

 

A Customer Testimonial

Dear Latexmaid,

 

            I want to thank you for the excellent service and feedback I received at each step of the way as I was choosing a make and model for my new product and fretting over the details of its execution and functionality.  Choosing you as the company for my home security needs was definitely the best decision I could make.  My new Bitchhound is eager to please and already housetrained.  I feed her once a day and am able to leave home knowing that my house is secure and that no break-outs are possible.

 

            The other day, in fact, I had a new Bimbo who had not properly been wetwired [wetwired:  Cherish slang for ‘conditioned mentally’] to know her place and decided to try to run away after I had left the house.  Unbeknownst to me she had feigned docility and pretended to sweep up the way she had been trained to.  Once I had stepped ten feet outside my house I heard a loud barking from the backyard, thinking that perhaps your product (#0300) was misbehaving I curled my newspaper and ran out back ready to beat it for causing a ruckus.

 

            Well what to my surprise did I discover but a frightened and cowed Bimbo cornered by my growling Bitchhound.  I stepped up and your product stepped back to let me take over, eager to acquiesce to my mastery over my domain, confident that she had served me well.

 

            Let me tell you that my Bimbo will never try to escape again, if not for your wonderful product she might have caused me a tough time having to suffer the public embarrassment of a Town Hunt to re-capture her and possibly have cost me business after the hit to my reputation as a masterful Lord of my domain.  I had the bimbo’s arms truncated and replaced with broom attachments so that she is still fully able to fulfill her role.  Additionally I upgraded her tits from her previous 42EE to the punitive and burdensome dimensions of 46FFF in order to better ensure that she is anchored to the hearth where she will serve.

 

            Again my thanks and my compliments on your superb product, it performs well and requires only a pittance in maintenance when I lay out its dogfood once a day.  As a reward for such good behavior I was thinking about upgrading my Bitchhound from version B6 to version A2, with the muscle enhancements and reflex and sensory upgrades, please provide me with further information.

 

            Sincerely,

                        Jonathon Naples

 

 

Well John we here at Latexmaid wish to thank you for your kind words and thank you for giving our customers a look at just how valuable such an investment in our products can be.  As you can see, dear customer, we take great pride in each one of our offerings and that is why we are able to offer you such rock-bottom prices, we firmly believe in the innate value and quality of our products and feel the strong need to serve the community by helping each costumer to be able to take advantage of our special offers.

 

So please, see our friendly sales representative or stop by our operating headquarters, located in the Industrial Section of Cherish, today!

 

 

Step 1, Placing an Order

 

“Hello, I’ve been reading about your great product, #0300, I’d like to order one and I’d like to know what colors they come in.”

 

“Well Sir they are available in almost any naturally occurring combination of female appearance that you can think of, although our basic model has the neutral slightly dark slightly tanned look of a fieldworker.  We recommend against an albino aesthetic due to their sensitivity to sun, although for use as a housedog or dungeon guard they are superb.”

 

“I’m also interested in the sensory modification AJ2, could you tell me more about it please?”

 

“Well Sir basically we blind the animal in order to train its hearing, this does add about three more months onto the processing time, but the animal has a much better, much keener sense of hearing when she is delivered to you.  This is ideal for dark environments, such as storage facilities, warehouses, or seldom visited dungeons where belongings need to be secured and monitored by a well trained watchdog.  Please also note Sir that all of our #0300’s have very keen noses and have been trained as bloodhounds for tracking and retrieval of property.”

 

“Okay I’d like to order one right away, I’d like it in the basic color with no hair and no modifications to its senses, how long will that take to process?”

 

“We have an item in stock ready to process right away, it will take about two months for basic training and then when we are doing personalization we will need you to come down to the plant and that process takes about three weeks.  During that time we train your animal to know your voice and scent, to recognize you as its owner and to respond to your commands.”

 

“That sounds great, please charge my purchase to my Latexmaid card so I can get 20% of the purchase price towards my Latexmaid Special Customer’s Rewards.  Its like getting money back!”

 

“Thank you Sir, and remember, at Latexmaid, its made to last.”

 

 

Step 2, Filling an Order

 

[This section was originally published in Brochure II as a piece of basic overview of the procedures involved in Filling an Order at the plant.  Due to customer interest in the process we have commissioned local resident and documenter Alex Streuth to flush out some of the details for inclusion in this, our Brochure III.]

 

Hello Readers, Alex Streuth here, please remember that some editorial license has been taken to make the article more stimulating (but I think that’s what you were all interested in when you wrote in to Latexmaid asking them for more details, anyway.)

 

I have ‘been along for the ride’ so to speak and am happy to present you with my findings, detailing the course of a young woman’s capture from her natural state and her subsequent indoctrination into her new, much more suitable lifestyle as home companion for one of you special customers out there.  I bring you:

 

 

The Cherish Bitchhound:
A Day in the Life Of, Megan’s Story

 

Megan was an honor student in her high school, she got excellent grades, attended class religiously, and was looking forward to graduation.  This was a marked improvement from her performance earlier in her young life, where she had been a delinquent and had been held back twice.  As a senior in high school she was already nineteen and she was glad to be graduating, it was embarrassing to know that all of her friends had already gone off to college.

 

Still, her parents weren’t exactly rich and so she was looking to a future at a dead-end job, even though she was very bright and applied herself hard at her academics.  She was despondent, actually, she wished she could attend a nice college and further herself, to rise up and out of the small backwoods town she now lived in.  As it was though, her parents weren’t much able to support her on their salaries and expected her to move out after she graduated from high school.

 

With few options (and no real ideas about scholarships due to a lazy high school advisor) Megan began to look for something to do once she graduated twelfth grade.

 

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Megan had a decent figure, not too overplump and although she felt she was fat she received encouragement from her friends to try out at becoming a model.  She had nice, long blonde hair that she was very proud of and because of her weight problem an ample bosom.  She didn’t really have too many boys trying to go out with her, but it was mainly because she was bookish and kept to herself.

 

Looking through the paper one day she saw an advert for a modeling job, it was asking for young models to come in and try out for a spot in a brochure, and it said ‘Almost no one turned away, perfect for newcomers to the field.’

 

Megan though, ‘Well, what do I have to lose?’

 

Arriving at the mall with her friends they all took turns trying out, they were led into a small booth one by one and asked a series of questions and had some photos taken of them.  “We’re trying to get a variety of shapes and sizes for our brochure, these photos are for reference, if we pick you to be in our brochure we’ll call you in for our warehouse shoot.”

 

Megan was shy when she went into the booth, the man looked at her intently and she became nervous, she began fidgeting with herself, looking off to the side, twiddling her fingers, and running one hand up through her hair idly.

 

She kept glancing at the floor, trying to avoid his gaze.  He began taking some photos of her, and the flash burned brightly in her face, she wasn’t asked to pose or anything, she just kind of hoped he’d finish so she could leave, she was getting a little anxious with the bright lights shining on her and the addition of several more men who walked into the small area to look at her as well.

 

She had so many eyes on her, looking her over, she had known it was a silly idea to come in, they’d never pick her, she was too fat, and besides, she felt bad letting all of these men look at her like this, it didn’t feel right, the way she expected it to, they were staring at her like she was just a body and not a person.

 

Still looking down at the floor Megan heard one of the men speak “Age?” he asked.  Megan sat there as though in a daze for a moment before the question penetrated her mind, she wanted to cry, she had though they would be talking to her, asking her what she liked, what she wanted to do in life, be sociable, instead it was so businesslike that she felt weird, isolated, she wanted her friends, she wanted to leave, this was a bad idea.

 

Megan was starting to feel really nervous now and one of the men walked up to her and put a soothing hand on her shoulder, rubbing and comforting her, making her feel more at ease.  He offered her a small pink pill to ‘help her relax’ and to ‘ease her stomach’ and she took it, a little wary at first but he smiled at her so reassuringly that she thought maybe she just needed to calm down, she could do this, this was just like taking a test.

 

She spoke “Um, uh, I’m, I’m nineteen.”  She became more relaxed and more self-assured as the man stroked her shoulder and patted her, she felt comforted by him, and strengthened, she could do this.

 

“Sex?”

 

“What?”  She asked, her brow furrowing.

 

“What is your gender?”

 

“That’s silly, I mean, I’m a girl.”

 

“This is just for processing, this isn’t personal, we just need to know what we’re working with.”

 

Megan nodded, okay, right, these were adults, doing business, she could do this, she could be an adult.  The man continued to stroke her shoulder and she found that the pill was helping her to relax, her stomach unknotted and she welcome his touch on her shoulder, found it comforting.

 

“Height?”

 

“I’m…”  She thought about it for a second, “Five foot…  3?”  The man motioned for a measurement to be taken.  Megan stood up and was scolded, she looked at the man was who was going to take the measurement, he was short, maybe he was going to use a stepladder.

 

“Please, help him by lowering yourself, we need to do many interviews today and we cannot waste time on silly things.”

 

Megan was confused, lower herself?  The man rubbing her shoulder helped her by pressing down on her head, guiding her down, to her knees, Megan balked but she was starting to feel really relaxed now.  The men positioned her on her hands and knees and the man with the measuring tape began to measure her from her head down to her feet.  “Her length is 5’ 2”.”

 

“Very good,” another bright flash went off as another photo was taken of Megan in this position.  “Weight?”  Megan’s mind was getting a little fuzzy now, she kind of wanted to take a nap, but knew this wasn’t the time or the place.  She tried to think about the question, then she wondered if maybe she should stand up, but the nice man who had given her the pill was now stroking her head, petting her, and it felt really good, and she thought that if he was doing that then he would have to stop if she got up, and, maybe the men wouldn’t mind if she answered the questions from here.

 

Her mouth felt kind of dry though, kind of cottony, and she sort of didn’t really want to talk.  She didn’t want to tell them her weight anyway.  A couple moments later the man who had taken her length moved a meat weighing device over next to Megan and she was guided to crawl into it, it was shaped like a large, shallow bathtub and Megan found its insides hard and cold, nevertheless she took this opportunity to lay down in it, feeling very woozy now.  Several of the men began small conversations among themselves, glancing at her body and then commenting on it in low whispers to each other.  The men continued to stare down at her and after a few moments she thought maybe they had asked her something.

 

“What is your true weight?”  The interviewer asked her again.  He motioned for the men to get her down to her true body mass.  They began to rip the clothes off of the sedated young girl who only resisted a little bit as her body slumped more and more into the cold, hard grip of the measuring trough.

 

After a few moments the naked, sleeping girl was able to give a true readout for her mass, “237” the short man called out, and the interviewer recorded it in his book.  The camera snapped another picture of the girl and then an important red light flashed.  The interviewer perked up and clucked his tongue.

 

“This one,” he said, “the plant can use her for an order, you saw the light go off, get to it, package her.”

 

The men nodded and then grunted as they hefted the heavy girl up and put her into a burlap sack.

 

As they moved her off, her clothes were put into a separate bag, which was already half full of ripped tops and panties.  The second bag was marked ‘Incinerate Only.’

 

The interviewer stuck his head out of the booth, “Next.”

 

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Now you might ask, dear Customer, what about a trail, what about security, won’t people go looking for new acquisitions, what do we do to take care of that?  Well let me reassure you that we use the very latest in paramilitary and espionage technology to ensure that our maneuverings in the society of the uninitiated (ie, the rest of the United States ) are not obtrusive.  I should not detail our operations in too great specificity, as it could compromise our security, but let me again assure you that great care and methodology is exercised to ensure a smooth transition for our new acquisitions, with little in the way of loose ends.

 

Also, you can rest easy knowing that Latexmaid products are 100% guaranteed and include a full background and medical check.

 

Now let us return to young Megan, who has reached the plant, and is ready to fill one of your orders…

 

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Megan awoke to the smells of burlap, she shook her head to clear it and all was dark.  She began to struggle, to try to get loose from her confines and was rewarded for her efforts by tumbling down a small chute where she began moving forward to an accompanying hum.

 

Eventually wresting herself free enough to be able to glance out of a small peephole, secured inside of the sack by her wrists and ankles in a hogtie, poor young Megan saw that she lay on a track that led her into some sort of wicked factory, complete with blast furnaces and menacing machines (we ensure the 100% physical safety of your product, but the psyche needs to be compromised in order to accommodate a better animal transformation.)

 

After arriving at the first station Megan hears a whoosh of steam and her conveyance stops.  Large, meaty hands grip the bag and take her out, her hands and legs are untied and, while she is held firmly, new restraints are put on her that bind her hands to each other on a short tether and her ankles to each other on a short hobble.  She is then shoved onto all fours in a small room with a dirt floor and beaten with a rattan cane on her buttocks to encourage her to run away from her handlers.  The men then spread out, two of them, and they each walk slowly.  The girl is frightened and scrambling around on all fours, trying to hurry away from her tormentors.  They are slow and methodical; when they near her they beat her on her behind to get her to scurry away.

 

Since the enclosure is locked the young girl has no way out.  Instead she is chased in circles around the room, the men with the canes teaching her to scramble around on all fours to avoid a beating.  Eventually she tires and the men close in on her, walking very slowly all the while, giving her ample opportunity to escape if she musters energy.  This is the beginning of her training, and neither of them speak to her, treating her as an animal begins with denying her humanity.  Her screams and pleas fall on deaf ears.

 

When the men close in on her they hold her down, intent on punishing her for getting caught, they spread her asscheeks apart and then take turns plundering it, fucking her hard and deep and causing her to cry out in pain.  She squirms and kicks but is overpowered and raped repeatedly by her two trainers.  They engage in small talk with each other while they do this, acting as though the girl cannot understand what they are saying, or is not important enough to take note of.

 

“Boy the wheat crop really came in this year didn’t it?”

 

“Yeah it sure did, and I’m looking forward to the big feast at the end of this month, we’re having our annual get together to mark the harvest…”

 

Megan is acutely aware of the proceedings as her young body is taken again and again against her will, eventually sobbing openly in response to the abuse heaped on her.  She slumps against her bonds and lies, unresponsive and crying, accepting the abuse without struggle as the men take her in order to break her will.

 

She is given a small rest period to recover and then the ‘hunt’ begins again, with the two men beating their canes against the sides of the walls to waken the girl.  She wakes up from her light slumber, having escaped the rape into the sweet solace of sleep.  She hears the menacing canes and mewls pitifully, getting up onto all fours and scrambling away again, trying to escape, knowing that they will catch her, although they walk so slowly, but dreading capture she continues to run futilely before she tires and they repeat the process.

 

If she proves especially strong-willed or resistant the men will bring in male dogs to participate in the chase.  Usually the owner indicates whether this is allowable, as he may have reservations about his property copulating with an animal, depending on his intentions for use of his product after delivery.  If the customer intends on using his Bitchhound as an occasional bedmate he may eschew this form of training, although it is very effective for breaking the girl’s spirit and making the connection mentally for her between herself and a dog.

 

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After the girl is broken and receptive to education she is placed back on the conveyor belt where she is hauled down the line to the next station.  Along the way she is cleaned, scrubbed, and blow dried like at a car wash.  At one point she is stopped momentarily at a substation, so that she can be dipped in a depilatory bath.  It burns the skin and the girl screams out in pain, clawing at the air as the crane lowers her in, struggling to climb up a nonexistent wall to escape the agony.  She is then sprayed with water and blow-dried again before being deposited at Station 2.

 

Here at Station 2 she will be trained into the mindset of a dog, this is before Station 3 where her formal training will begin.  The objective of the second station is simply to break her will even further and reduce her mind to that of an animal’s.  In the first station her spirit was broken, here the intent is to break her mind from her past, to get it to concentrate on the future, and to convince her that she is a dog.

 

Instead of using the cruder methods employed earlier (which are important to the process but have their place) the girl is jacked in to an audio/video helmet and restrained into a comfortable chair so that she may receive her conditioning without hope of escape.  At first the video she is fed forces her to relax, then slowly hypnotizes her (I am sure our customers are familiar with this technique, I will not digress.)

 

Then we play a plethora of training material each emphasizing the important function of the Bitchhound and showing how loved and cared for the doggie girl is.  This is to serve in contrast to how the girl has been treated up to this point.  She is being shown that in order to be loved and accepted, to feel warmth again, she must acquiesce and accept her role as a doggie.  This is her ‘escape’ from the harsh treatment thus far, and, in her malleable position, Megan does not take long to ‘make the switch.’

 

The man operating this station tends to several girls at one time.  They all take several weeks of training at this station and it is his job to monitor their vitals and keep their IVs full.  He likens his job to making toast, as when a girl is ‘done’ she will bark in little yaps that indicate that her mind is cooked and ready.

 

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Station 3 is Megan’s next stop, or, at this point it would be more fitting to call her Girl, as in ‘Here Girl, that’s a good Girl.’  Girl is shipped off to Station 3 by means of the now familiar conveyor belt, and she is cold and frightened on the trip, her mind tells her that she can find comfort by falling into the pattern of being and thinking like a dog, it has been conditioned to want to behave as a dog, to take refuge in the actions and thoughts of a dog, to escape from the harshness of her treatment by focusing on animalistic concerns, and above all, to honor and obey its master.

 

The problem Girl faces on her trip from Station 2 to Station 3 is that she has no master.  She so desperately needs a master to please, it is tied in to her sense of well-being at this point, and she wants to feel loved so badly to escape this place of mechanisms.  This cold, soulless, unfeeling place… like a, ‘like a factory’ her mind screams in frustration (before sinking down into animalistic thoughts of smells and sounds again.)   She needs someone warm and loving to hold and tend to her.

 

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At Station 3 we familiarize your pet with you, we ask that you the owner be a part of this personalization process.  It is important that you or your dog handler be present for this step of the process as your product is ready to latch on to an owner.  If you or your handler are unable to be present for this stage we send the dog back to Station 2 but this adds time onto your processing schedule and we charge extra for ‘holding’ after a week has passed.

 

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Girl is led out in front of her owner, who holds a sugar cube in his hand and lowers himself down into a squat to bring his hand level with her face.  Eager for the attention and the tasty morsel Girl eats from her owner’s hand, nuzzling his palm after she has swallowed the treat.  Her owner coos at her and lets her get accustomed to his voice.  Next he takes his cock out of his pants; it springs to attention at seeing this lovely young girl reduced to the behavior and mindset of a doggie.

 

Girl retreats slightly from his mighty cock, as she has vague recollections of her rape from a few weeks ago, but her mental conditioning tells her to latch onto warmth and to obey her owner (samples of her owner’s [or handler’s] voice were used in the conditioning to create this vital link in her mind.)

 

Petting her head her owner reassures Girl that he means her no harm (it is important that you show kindness and concern during these initial bonding sessions (don’t worry, its only until she becomes emotionally dependant on you)) and that he just wants to get her familiar with his scent.  Reluctant but eager to please Girl moves up close to her owner and nuzzles his crotch, sniffing his smells and accepting his mastery over her.

 

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After several days of living in close quarters to her ‘master’ (once you have gone through a few sessions of ‘real, live contact’ we take samples of your pheremones and voice, and a mold of your cock, to create a proxy for your doggie) Girl has become dependant on his nearness and love for her well-being.  She snuggles next to her feed source, sucking on the likeness of his cock to coax its life-giving nourishment out.  She hears his voice coming in through the speakers in her pen, commanding her and comforting her.

 

With a ‘stand-in’ (one of our employees) acting as a body double for you (wearing pouches of your scent to cover his own) Girl is trained to obey your voice, your scent, and your presence while you are free to go back to your business concerns.

 

After several weeks of conditioning your pet to your voice (the recordings are all from the command canon ‘Sit’ ‘Stay’ ‘Follow’ ‘Fetch’ ‘Roll over’ etc.) and smell, and training her as a dog she is ready to move onto Station 4.

 

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Station 4 is for girls who have graduated from their education and are almost ready to go out into the world.  It is at this point that they are taught to become valuable products of Cherish, to serve in a more than mundane capability.  If turned over to you at this point product #0300 would serve well as a house pet, useful for amusement and entertainment value but not much in the realm of retrieval and security.

 

You may remember that Girl was a chubby little thing when first she arrived; at Station 4 we begin her physical conditioning.  First she is put through daily exercises, encouraged by the reward of time spent with her master’s ‘stand in.’  Food is given in more infrequent intervals (to cut down on her Calories) and after awhile Girl is more fit, trim, and faster on all fours.  She has also been trained to think of her master’s cock as a life-giving source of food and nourishment, and to liken sucking cock (and drinking its spurts) to a reward for good behavior.  Each time she feeds it is from a likeness of our customer’s member, which has been perfumed with his scent and filled with the warm protein food that Girl is trained on.

 

After the physical regimen is complete Girl is moved on to Station 5.

 

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Here at Station 5 Girl undergoes the personal modifications asked for by her purchaser.  Surgery is performed on her to reduce her to a dog’s status.  She has already been trained to move around on all fours but this surgery ensures that she is physically useless at anything other than performing as a dog for the rest of her life, conforming her to the product specifications.  Please see our catalogue for further details and options.

 

The important aspect of Station 5 is the presence of Bimbos.  Bimbos have been instructed to taunt and mock each Girl as she comes by so as to create a virulent hatred in the Girl for Bimbos.  This is not a step to be taken lightly.  Care is exercised so that each dehumanizing surgery is seen to be taken while under the supervision of a Bimbo (while actually under the supervision of an experienced surgeon) so that Girl makes the connection between her future misery and comes to resent free, mobile (escaped) Bimbos.

 

All of the Bimbos in the plant flaunt their full capabilities (arms, legs, intact everything) and mobility, showcasing that they are a threat to the Bitchhounds because they are moving around, free, and that they are haughty tramps.

 

The Girl’s are also shown Bimbos to be moving in on their ‘man’ that is, the Girl is places near her ‘stand-in’ (the employee dressed like her owner, sporting her owner’s scent) and then as the master moves towards the Girl and begins to almost pet her the Bimbo moves in to intercept and move the master away from the Girl, looking down and mocking the Girl for not being able to stop her.

 

After repeated sessions (and after surgery that increases the Girl’s ferocity [fingernails like claws, teeth like canines]) this training cumulates in several ‘take down’ scenes.  The Girl has developed an animalistic need to capture and restrain Bimbos, the sight of a pussy can drive her into a frenzy of anger and aggression.  At first this leads to some injured Bimbos but with some careful articulation (and here, nearing the end of the training we ask the owner to come back in again for a short while) on the part of the owner, some carefully placed reinforcement, (petting and ‘Good Girls’) appropriately administered, the Girl is taught to only restrain the Bimbo, not to hurt her.

 

Finally, after being broken and re-educated and re-built the product is ready for her final Stage.

 

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Stage 6 is a catch and release program.  The final test for Megan will be whether she can successfully capture a run-away Bimbo.  She has been taken out of the factory and moved to a farm area where she has been given a pair of the Bimbo’s panties to sniff, once she has the scent her leash is unclipped (she is chomping at the bit to chase after a Bimbo, she knows their hateful scent well after her training.)

 

The Bimbo has had a ten minute headstart but is running in high heels (that have been padlocked onto her feet) and not sure which way to go.

 

As Mitsy climbs the hill, her long, high legs naked in the breeze, her exposed cunt leaking juice and cum from her recent sexual congress with her owner (before being casually dumped outside afterwards,) she struggles to fulfill his order, to ‘go next door.’  The ditzy blonde readjusts her top, her cute little mitten hands sliding over her tight latex chest ‘corrector’ (a sort of chest corest, which pushes her tight ta-tas up and out towards the sky) as she takes mincing steps forward in search of a house.

 

She doesn’t know why her owner told her to go next door, it seems unusual but she doesn’t think about it, she doesn’t think too much anyway, just staggers forward on her six inch heels and tries to obey.  In the distance she hears some barking and thinks maybe that the house is that way.  She turns and struggles to maintain her balance, her top heavy nature getting in her way.  Slipping on a loose rock the Bimbo makes a shocked ‘o’ with her mouth and puts her mittened hands to the sides of her face as a conditioned reaction to making a mistake as down she tumbles, sort of sliding down the loose gravel on her beachball sized tits before coming to rest at the bottom of the hill.

 

The barking is louder now and, confused but still horny, always horny, the Bimbo starts to grind her pelvis into the loose rocks that she is now lying on top of.  She closes her eyes and imagines her master’s hard cock fucking up into her channel, taking her hard and deep.  She is getting moister, emitting more scent from her pussy as she fucks the ground harder, grinding into it.  She would love to masturbate but her mittens make it impossible.  She thinks maybe she will find the house faster if she gets off first, even though she knows this is a ‘no-no.’

 

Rounding the bend Girl finds the Bimbo, stopping for a second to paw the ground and growl at her before moving forward slowly and growling and barking to cower the dumb blonde.  Mitsy is shocked out of her reverie by the absurd figure before her, a girl on all fours, with sharp teeth and claws, strong muscles and a bald head.  She seems comfortable on all fours, like her spine has been readjusted, and her neck seems to be slighltly readjusted as well, so that it is normal for the Girl to have her neck craned up (so that her gaze is parallel with her spine) and the Girl’s butt wags back and forth as she corners her prize.

 

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Mitsy stops frigging herself and turns her pussy around to face the Girl, dumbfounded.  The Girl, seeing her prize come into view, smelling the scent of her hated enemy, frenzied by the sight of the offensive pussy, leaps forward, bowling the Bimbo backwards before digging into the pussy with her mouth.  Mitsy screams out in pain as the Girl’s ferocious attack causes the Bimbo incredible amounts of pain, the sharp teeth biting and ripping at the sensitive flesh.

 

The BitchGirl, wanting to take out the anger she feels at having been violated back in Station 1, rapes the Bimbo with her tongue and sharp teeth, taking out her aggression on the hated pussy, her assault on the now sore twat eventually causing the Bimbo to slap ineffectually at her tormentor with her mittened hands before slumping in defeat and crying for mercy.

 

The Girl, jealous of the Bimbo’s large tits (having had her surgically removed while a laughing Bimbo looked down at her mockingly) jumps up, barking, onto the poor Bimbo and begins ripping her top to shreds and mauling her large, fat titbags with her sharp claws.  The Girl thinks about all of the times in training when her master walked up to her, ready to pet her and coo at her and a stupid Bimbo walked up and shook her funbags and lured her master away.  She thinks of how the master played with the Bimbo’s large tits and how the Bimbos took her own chest toys away from her as she rips into the Bimbo’s bosom with an animalistic fury.

 

The two men (chasing behind the seeking Bitchhound, but unable to catch up with its four-legged run) arrive shortly thereafter to the site of a bruised and cut-up, ragged Bimbo suffering under the assault of the hound.  Her owner an his friend arrive out of breath to claim both units of property.  The Bitchhound, following her master’s personalization training, knows how to show her master that she has caught and cowed the Bimbo (although she knows that she should not have attacked it.)

 

Turning around on her haunches so that she positions her ass over the Bimbo’s sluttily made-up face (which took her an hour and a half to do) the Bitchhound barks eagerly as she grunts and musters a large deposit from her anus directly onto the captured Bimbo’s struggling face.

 

The two men clap condescendingly at the spectacle while the Girl wags her butt back and forth happily at this applause, eager to please her master.  The Bimbo shrinks back from the waste but is unable to resist the ferocious mastery of the Bitchhound accepts the load with a quiet capitulation.

 

Giving his doggie the command to ‘kiss and make up’ her master watches as Girl starts to lick the Bimbo’s pussy, a switch in the girl’s doggie mind changing over as she imagines licking her master’s large cock contritely, ashamed that she had disobeyed and attacked the Bimbo when she knew she was just supposed to capture her.

 

The two men look down at the two women, one engaged in cunnilingus, and the other moaning in pleasure while trying to cope with the pile of shit covering her face.  The two males remark to one another on the animal nature of women conversationally while treating the two girls as though they aren’t there.  After a few moments of banter the Bitch’s owner points rudely down at the two women and then chuckles as his friend shrugs and remarks, “Girls will be girls.”

 

AS

 

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Step 3, Aftercare

 

It is important to the continued maintenance of your Bitchound that you not treat it as a human or get too attached to it.  Some owners have developed unhealthy relationships with their Girls (don’t speak to her as though she can understand, or treat her as an equal) and this has cost them as the Girls have to be brought back in for re-conditioning (and this is an extra charge and not covered by the warranty.)

 

Dogfood should be administered daily or often enough to sustain the life of your pet (Girls can be punished for poor behavior, of course.)  We recommend Dan’s Dogfood Brand Dogfood for all of your pet needs.

 

“Dan’s, its what bitches want” (or, for the more discerning Master, Dan’s, its what bitches don’t want but have to eat anyway.)

 

This concludes our brochure on Bitchhounds, the making of, and we encourage you to contact your local vendor if you are interested in purchasing one.  If you already own a Bitchhound, or two, another one is just a phone call away.

 

Also, for all of your aftercare needs or accessories please see our full catalogue for chains, whips, feedbags, tapes, recordings, etc. etc. that may assist you in the grooming and care of your fine quality Latexmaid product(s).

 

Thank you,

 

Latexmaid

 

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by Alex Streuth

 

Literary notes:  This story is based on ‘The Cherish Bitchhound’ catalogue entry by Will Thrasher.  This entry was a winning submission into the May-June 2005 ‘Open Transformation Contest.’

 

Read the Latexmaid Brochure:  In this story the process for creating Cherish Bitchhounds is detailed and a young woman is subjected to the process in order to demonstrate how an order is filled.  The steps for transitioning the young girl to her new life as a domestic servant and animal are set forth and a final test to capture a Bimbo is carried out.

 

‘Life is good in Cherish.’

 

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Keywords:  Objectification degradation animalization doggie-girl ‘woman to dog’ surgery training conditioning display bimbo helpless brochure abduction voyeurism Cherish

 

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Lastly, the author disclaims that outside of the realm of fantasy none of these types of behaviors and/or ideas are healthy much less conscionable.  It is my intention to provide a well-written adult story that allows the reader to indulge in their darker appetites.  Feedback is welcomed, and you may write me at Streuthanasia@gmail.com

 

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Reader suggestions are always welcomed and I am sure if you have a specific situation, person, item of clothing, object, body part or interaction etc. that you wish inserted into the busy schedules of the exacting Dr. Spencer and Mr. Streuth please do not hesitate to contact me regarding it.  I will see it I can fit your order into their schedule, or bring it up at the next Cherish Board meeting.  –AS

 

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