Glennis spent a few hours pouring over paperwork. By the time she returned to her room later that evening, all traces of James' presence had been removed. The sheets had been changed and the bed turned back. The maid had tidied her stack of books on the night stand and left the bedside lamp turned on for her. Olga knew she always liked to read before going to sleep.

She undressed, slipped into her night gown, settled under the covers and picked up the novel she was in the middle of. She had read a page or two when the phone rang.

"Hello?" she said.

"Glennis, don't hang up."

She bit her lip. It was Carter, absolutely the last person she wanted to talk to right then.

"Glennis? Are you still there?"

"What do you want?" she asked, coldly.

"Just to say I'm sorry."

She snorted.

"Truly," he said.

"Fine. Is that it?"

"Please, don't be like that."

She sighed. Of course, she should have known better than to hope she could just get him off the phone.

"What you do want from me, Carter?"

"Some candor for a change? Look, I know I upset you the other night."

"Fine. So you upset me. Happy now?"

"No. But I do appreciate the honesty. And I am sorry."

"Okay," she said, sighing again. "Apology accepted. And I-- well, I wish-- it had turned out differently, too."

It was the closest she could come to an apology of her own. He understood that perfectly well and laughed. She could just imagine the expression on his face, that smile of his that was half amusement, half mockery.

"I was disappointed it didn't last until morning," he said. "I had some very interesting ideas about how we could greet the dawn."

She couldn't help smiling. "You do have remarkable staying power."

"As do you," he said, gallantly.

"Why thank you," she said.

"So how was your day?" he asked.

"Okay."

"Busy?"

"Yeah."

"And how is James coming along? Have you had your wicked way with him yet?"

She stiffened at the mention of James' name, but she tried not to let Carter hear it in her voice. "Just a little while ago, as a matter of fact," she told him.

"How was it?"

"Touching, really," she said, trying to be breezy. "He grovelled for it, even though he'd already spent all day taking it up the ass and must have been sore as hell."

"He will do just about anything to get off, won't he?"

"So it seems."

"You don't sound very excited about it."

"Of course, I am. It's just been a long day."

"That's all?'

"Yes," she snapped. "What did you think?"

"I thought perhaps this pet project of yours wasn't turning out to be as satisfying as you expected it to be."

"Don't be ridiculous."

She could feel her throat closing up. This was precisely why it never worked out between them. Carter just knew too damned much about her.

"Hmm. Okay, then," he said. "Forget I mentioned it."

"Fine. I will. So what are you doing? Or should I ask who are you doing?"

"A local patrol officer whose idea of helping runaways is to molest them."

"Sounds worthy of your talents. When is it happening?"

"Tomorrow night."

"A drug and kidnap?"

"Actually, we're going to do him in his patrol car."

"I do hope you're not going to get caught."

"Now who's being ridiculous? You know I never get caught."

"I'm just saying it sounds riskier than it ought to be."

"It's not, really. We'll lure him out into the middle of nowhere with a fake call from an untraceable cell phone. When he gets there, we'll stun him with a taser, move him and the car to a secure location. When he wakes up, he'll find himself naked, gagged and blindfolded, tied up in the back seat of his own police cruiser, where he'll spend the next few memorable hours getting raped by me and several of my associates."

"Okay, so it does sound well thought out," she conceded.

"Coming from you, that's high praise."

"I always admire your work. You know that."

"I was thinking of videotaping it this time."

"Really?"

"We wear masks anyway. So protecting our identities isn't an issue. And you inspired me. Why not capture the whole thing for posterity and add to the good officer's humiliation?"

"My philosophy exactly. You know, I could distribute the tape for you. I have channels already developed."

"I'd appreciate that. And I would show my gratitude by donating the profits to your foundation. You could help more runaways with it."

"That's very generous of you."

"Not at all," he said, magnanimously.

"I might be inclined to wonder what sparked such an outpouring of altruism."

"Oh, I think you know the answer to that."

"You do realize it's never going to work out between us, right?"

"I know nothing of the sort. I think we'd make excellent partners."

"I work alone, Carter."

"Yes. But my point is that you don't have to."

"I have to go now."

"Think about it, huh, Glennie?"

She bit her lip. She already thought about him way too much. And with her disillusionment over James, she felt far too vulnerable to be having this conversation.

"Good luck with your project," she said, keeping her voice neutral. " Let me know how it goes."

"I'll bring the tape by when it's ready."

"Okay. Well-- Goodnight, then."

"Goodnight, Glennis."

She hung up the phone, turned off the lamp and settled down for the night. But sleep did not come as she'd hoped. Between Carter and James, there was more than enough to keep her awake at night.

Glennis dealt with the James situation in the same way she always handled men who disappointed her. She ignored him. Bradshaw continued his training, and she avoided all contact with him as if he were carrying some horrible plague. Weeks went by. Of course, she knew Bradshaw would come asking questions eventually, but until he did, she dedicated herself to a James-free existence.

She had no idea what she was going to do with him now that her plan of using him as her own personal sex slave had unraveled. But she resolved not to think about it. She still had plenty of other work to do. There were so many cases that deserved her attention as a Fury and not nearly enough time to deal with them all.

Finally, Bradshaw appeared in her door way one afternoon, as expected. She looked up when she heard him knock.

"Do you have a minute?" he asked.

She smiled and motioned him to the chair in front of her desk. "Of course."

He took a seat and laid a video tape on top of her pile of papers. "I just wanted to update you on James' progress. These are some of the highlights from the past weeks."

She arched an eyebrow. "Well, now. That should be very interesting viewing."

"I think you'll be pleased to see how far he's come. It seems he's developed a genuine passion for the joys of his prostate."

She laughed. "They all do eventually. James just sooner than most."

"You know what they say about men who treat women like whores. It usually masks a subconscious need they have to be used like whores themselves."

She nodded. "That is so true. I've seen if over and again."

"I felt that James' training needed a woman's touch. So you'll see Corrine on the tapes. She deserves a lot of the credit for bringing James along so quickly."

"I look forward to seeing her work. I'll watch the tape as soon as I get a chance."

He nodded, a distracted expression on his face. Bradshaw never got distracted.

"What is it?" she asked.

"He still asks for you."

"Oh."

"I told him you were away."

"That was good thinking."

"I don't think he believes me, though."

"Oh, well. He'll get over it. I'm sure he must be enjoying Corrine's attentions."

Bradshaw nodded. "Although not as much as he would enjoy yours, of course."

"Flatterer."

"Not at all. No one is better at this work than you are. And James has a special weakness for you."

"James has a weakness for anything with breasts."

The expression on Bradshaw's face said he wasn't quite convinced.

"You could own him, you know," he pointed out. "Body and soul."

"I suppose so."

This was absolutely the last thing she wanted to discuss.

"I thought that's what you wanted," Bradshaw said.

"So did I."

"But it isn't?"

She shook her head. "It turns out not."

"Should we stop?"

"Oh, no. No. The work is still important for its own sake. It's just-- Have you ever felt dissatisfied with your job?"

He frowned, considering the question, and then he shook his head. "No, I can't really say that I have."

"Ah, well," she said, quickly moving on. "That's good. So, I'll review the tape and let you know if I have any input. But I'm sure it's coming along flawlessly, as always."

He bowed his head modestly. "I hope you'll be pleased."

He got up and headed for the door. But then he turned back.

"It isn't because you're dissatisfied with his training, is it?" he asked, looking concerned.

"You know it isn't. It's gone even better than I ever imagined. I just-- Well, I guess I lost interest. That's all."

He nodded. "I understand. It's just--"

"What?" she asked.

"It's not very much like you."

She sighed. "I know. And I'm sorry I abandoned you with the project. But I do really appreciate your finishing it up for me."

He smiled. "Any time."

After he left, Glennis picked up the tape and turned it over in her hands. The last thing she wanted to do was watch it. She just wanted to pretend James never existed, that she'd never been so silly as to desire the man who'd stolen her virginity.

But she was a Fury, and she still had obligations. She got up, put the tape in the video player, sat back down at her desk, and clicked it on with the remote control.

The tape crackled, and then the picture appeared. It was James servicing clients. It must have been taken several weeks ago, not long after their interlude together. Despite his eagerness in her bed, he remained reticent with his clients. Bradshaw no longer made him work from the swing, but he still lay as passive as a rag doll as his johns had sex with him. Of course, he would obediently open his legs for them, but his face clearly showed his disgust as they pushed inside him. It wasn't terribly different from what she'd observed during his first day turning tricks. She fast forwarded through it.

The next bit was devoted to James' rewards. Now that they were trying to cultivate in him an honest love of anal penetration, he was frequently allowed to bring himself to orgasm. There was a series of shots of James fucking himself with a dildo, gingerly at first, much more aggressively as time went by.

Each successive time, the size of the dildo was increased, so that it was just a little larger than what James could comfortably accommodate. If he really wanted to come, he had to work at it. Happily for their training, James still needed his orgasms as desperately as ever. The video showed him grunting and sweating as he struggled to get an oversized sex toy into his ass, his teeth clenched, his face grimly set. But he was always determined to bring himself off, and so he always managed to work the dildo in eventually.

Glennis smiled as she watched. Bradshaw really was ingenious. There was no one she would trust more to complete James' training. He always took the most difficult lesson and found a way to cultivate enthusiasm for it in his subjects.

In this case, he had James conducting his own size training, typically one of the biggest hurdles in any regimen. Even subjects who were totally worn down could muster up enough strength to resist having their anuses stretched to an unnatural capacity. But as always, James' unquenchable sexual appetite worked against him. In his enthusiasm to come, he hardly seemed to notice that his ass was becoming as flexible as a woman's pussy.

Size training segued naturally into fisting. That was another reason most subjects fought against it so passionately. But James was lost in a fog of sensual need and never saw it coming, not until Bradshaw pulled out the ButtBuster, a dildo specially designed to simulate the experience of being fisted. And then he turned pale and shook with fear. But it was too late by then to protest. His ass had already been stretched enough to accommodate it. And he wouldn't be allowed any more pleasure if he refused.

James could never bring himself to accept enforced chastity, and so he gave in soon enough.

To avoid injuries, Bradshaw helped him get it inside. James' stark expression showed the strain as the large head of the toy stretched his ass nearly beyond its limits. Sweat beaded on his upper lip, and his thighs trembled. But once he got it all the way in and grew used to it, his cock began to twitch. Bradshaw gently moved it inside him, and his pained expression turned to bright-eyed rapture.

"Ooooooh! God!" he cried out as Bradshaw slowly fucked him with the fake fist.

He was clearly on his way to one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. Glennis fast forwarded through it, not terribly interested in James' pleasure.

She was, however, curious about how he would react to an actual person fisting him. Subjects often found this far more difficult to accept than a toy imitation. Clever as always, Bradshaw left this part of the training to Corrine. Glennis hit the play button and watched.

James was down on his hands and knees, ferociously erect. Corrine knelt beside him, stroking his back and buttocks.

She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "I could make you feel good, James. I could make you come."

"Please!" he begged.

She fondled his ass cheeks. "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me," James said, without hesitation. "God, please, fuck me."

For a moment, Glennis felt the wicked pinprick of envy. Despite what she'd told Bradshaw, she had believed that James preferred her to any other woman. But now, watching him beg for Corrine's attention much the same way he'd begged for hers, she realized that James truly was a willing and submissive whore to any woman who wanted him. She hadn't been special to him all those years ago, and despite everything, she wasn't special to him now.

On the tape, Corrine laughed throatily. "But I don't have a dick, James. I'm a woman. Or hadn't you noticed?"

"I noticed," he said, trying to turn his head around far enough to nuzzle her breast.

She laughed and pulled away. "Uh, uh, uh," she said, teasingly.

"Please," he said, his eyes shining and desperate, his cock purple and swollen. "Can't you, uh-- you know, strap on the-- the thing."

He blushed.

She arched an eyebrow. "You mean, you want me to strap on a dildo and fuck you with it?"

He blushed a little harder and nodded.

She pouted. "You'd really like some silly piece of silicone," she said, tracing the line of his back with a single finger. "More than you'd like me touching you, my hand making you feel good. I guess you don't really want me after all."

He shook his head frantically. "I want you. God. I want you so bad."

"Just me. Not some toy between us?"

"You. Only you."

She kissed his shoulder. "Let me love you, baby. Let me love you my way." She ran a hand over his butt, stroking him with her fingers before balling her hand into a fist and pressing it lightly between his cheeks.

He understood the gesture perfectly well. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed and nodded. Corrine leaned forward and kissed him passionately on the mouth.

"I'll make it so good for you," she told him. "I promise."

James didn't look entirely convinced. Corrine kissed him again.

"I'm going to love doing this," she said. "And I'm going to make you love it, too. You'll see."

She liberally squeezed lube onto her hand. James trembled, in anticipation or dread, Glennis couldn't be sure. Corrine whispered in his ear, kissed his face, neck and shoulders as she slowly worked in each finger. By the time her entire fist was inside him, James' eyes bulged, and he was breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" Corrine asked him.

"Hurts," he croaked.

"Sssh. Sssh," she soothed, kissing his back. "Wait for it. It'll turn."

He whimpered in pain.

"Breathe," Corrine told him. "Relax."

After a few moments, some of the tension in his body eased. Corrine began slowly moving her fist. As Glennis watched, she could see the expression on James' face gradually change. His noises lost the sound of protest. His hips began moving, only slightly at first, but more and more demandingly as his excitement built, fucking himself on Corrine's fist. Honestly, Glennis wasn't certain she'd ever seen anything like it.

When James came, he howled like an animal in heat, his face contorting with pleasure, his eyes wide and fixed. Corrine gently pulled out, and he sagged to the floor, his eyes rolling back in his head as he lost consciousness from the force of his orgasm.

Corrine smiled, her face glowing with satisfaction. Glennis had always viewed Bradshaw's young assistant as a dependable, efficient, loyal employee, but a mousy girl, without the spark to become a trainer in her own right. After this performance, she had to seriously revise that opinion. Apparently, Corrine had hidden depths of talent. In fact, she reminded Glennis a little of herself when she was younger.

She fast forwarded again. More images flashed by of James being fisted--by Bradshaw, other trainers, and finally his clients. In each shot, he worked his hips and took the fist as a good whore should, not just docilely, but with genuine eagerness.

She hit play again when the video began showing footage of the next step in James' program, his aversion training.

It was conducted under the guise of one of James' rewards. He and Corrine lay entwined in bed together. They kissed hungrily. James stroked her breasts. She lazily fingered his hole. James was careful not to press his erection against her body or try to rub himself against the mattress or the sheets. He was well aware that such misbehavior would cut short his pleasure. At the same time, though, he would occasionally look at Corrine and then down at his cock, an expression of intense longing in his eyes, clearly wishing she would touch him there.

Corrine pulled away from the kiss. "Mmm. You make me feel so good."

She rubbed his belly, his hips, his thighs, until his cock was straining and his balls were drawn up tightly against his belly. He moaned and thrashed his head, frantic for release.

"You make me feel so good, baby, that I'd really like to do something special for you," Corrine told him.

He spread his legs wider. "Fuck me," he begged, feverishly.

"I could do that. But I'd like to give you more." She kissed him, devouring his lips. And then she whispered conspiratorially, "You want your cock sucked, James? Hmm? That would be special, wouldn't it?"

His eyes darted guiltily. "I'm not supposed to."

She licked her lips seductively. "I know. But just this once. Nobody will know."

"I don't know--"

"Okay. I mean, if you don't want to."

"No! I just--"

"I understand," she said.

"You're sure nobody will find out?" he asked, nervously.

She cupped his balls. "I wouldn't let you lose these," she said.

He groaned at the contact. "Please!"

"What, baby?"

"Suck me. God. Please. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Whatever you want."

"There is something that would make me hot."

"What is it?"

"Do you like animals, James?"

He looked confused. "What?"

"You know, pets. A dog, for instance. You like dogs, don't you, James?"

"Well, yeah. I guess so."

"I have a pet," she told him.

"You do?"

"Several, actually. Dogs. I just love dogs. They're Dobermans. My pets. The most beautiful dogs in the world."

"Yeah?"

She nodded earnestly. "Oh, yes. Lithe and muscular and powerful." She kissed his shoulder. "A lot like you."

He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest, enjoying the flattery and the flirtation.

"Do you know what would make me really happy?" She leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "To see you and my babies together."

The expression of enjoyment disappeared from his face. "You mean--"

"Oh, yeah," she said.

"No! No way."

"But you said you'd do anything to please me," she reminded him.

"Not that."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? Because it's disgusting."

"It's the same thing you do with men."

"That's different."

"Why?"

"Because it's people."

"Oh, baby, don't be so narrow. A cock is a cock. And you've never been fucked until you've done it with my dogs. Trust me on this."

She smiled at him suggestively.

"You mean you--"

She laughed. "Of course."

He swallowed, a sensual flush creeping over his face.

"You like that idea, huh?" she asked.

He wouldn't answer, but the way his cock bobbed against his belly said everything.

"So, it's okay for me to get fucked by my puppies, but not you? Is that it?"

His faced turned red. "No! Of course not. It's just-- I can't. I'm sorry."

She sighed. "Oh, well. I guess you don't want your cock sucked after all. It's probably just as well. Someone might have found out. And then I really would have been in trouble."

James' face crumpled with disappointment. "Isn't there anything else I could do for you?"

She seemed to consider the question a moment and then shook her head. "Afraid not. I really had my heart set on this. I always share everything with my puppies."

She got up from bed and pulled on her robe.

"Wait!" he begged.

She turned back around. "What?"

"I, uh--"

"Yes, James."

"I'll do it," he said, softly.

Corrine's face lit up. "Oh, goody." She took him by the arm and pulled him off the bed. "It's going to be so much fun."

"Where are we going?" he asked, nervously.

"Just next door," she said. "That's where my puppies are kenneled."

She dragged him by the hand to the connecting door and into the next room. It was a stark space. The walls were white, and the floor was padded. Four large cages, each one housing a dog, took up the far wall. Otherwise, the room was empty.

Corrine walked over to the pens and opened each one, letting the Dobermans out. They were sleek, powerful animals. They wagged their tails and jumped up on Corrine, their tongues lolling out of their mouths, clearly glad to see her.

"Come and meet them," Corrine called to James.

He hesitated by the door.

"Uh--"

"Well, come on then. You said you liked animals."

"Yeah, but--"

"James, just come and pet them. That's all I'm asking."

She stroked one of the dogs, rubbing his shiny coat, burying her face in his fur. Glennis had to admire Corrine's abilities. She managed to look like an innocent little girl and a very naught vixen all at once. James, of course, could not resist. He slowly drifted over to the cages and joined her down on the floor.

"Go on," Corrine coaxed him. "Pet Satan."

"Satan?" James asked, a little alarmed.

She laughed. "Only because he's such a temptation. Not because he has the temperament of the devil. Honest."

James tentatively petted the dog. Satan licked James' hand and wagged his tail. James smiled.

"He seems friendly," he said. "I didn't think Dobermans were."

"Oh, you know how people get all hysterical over nothing. Dobermans are great dogs. You just have to train them properly."

"And these dogs have been?"

"Of course. I trained them myself. They're perfectly obedient. In fact, they'll do anything I say. I'll show you." She turned to Satan. "Lie down."

He flopped down onto the floor, his paws stretched out in front of him.

"Roll over."

He rolled over.

"Sit."

He sat up on his haunches.

"See?" she said.

"That's great. What are the rest of their names?"

"This one is Brutus," she said, indicating the dog she was petting. "And that one is King. And that's Zeus."

James laughed. "Very macho names." He rubbed King's muzzle and stroked Zeus' side.

"Well deserved, I promise you," Corrine told him.

"So what other tricks do they do?"

"Oh, all kinds of things. Do you want to see?" she asked.

He nodded.

She smiled. "Okay. Zeus!" The dog quivered with attention. "NUZZLE," she commanded.

Zeus snapped to his feet, went around behind James and began poking his nose between James' cheeks. James shrieked with surprise and alarm.

"Just relax," Corrine told him. "Get on your hands and knees. Let Zeus show you what he can do."

Zeus nudged James with his head, trying to get him to part his thighs.

"I don't think this is a good idea," James said in a panicky voice. "Call him off. Corrine? Come on. Call off the damned dog."

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she said. "Here. Watch this."

She pulled off her robe and got onto her hands and knees.

"King! NUZZLE."

King quickly moved behind her and buried his nose between her legs, eagerly lapping at her pussy lips.

"Ooooh!" she moaned in ecstasy.

"Shit!" James said, his dick getting noticeably harder as he watched King eating out Corrine's cunt.

"So good," Corrine gasped.

James, never one to resist the lure of pleasure for long, opened his legs for Zeus.

"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, as the dog began licking his anus.

"Does it-- feel good, James?" Corrine asked, breathing heavily.

"Oh, God!" James said, panting.

Zeus grew more aggressive, giving James a hot, wet tongue fucking, pushing deeper and deeper inside him. James howled, sounding like an animal himself. Come dripped from his cock and splashed on the floor.

Glennis noticed that all four of the dogs were growing hard, their cocks extending from their sheaths. They had been specially trained to react to the scent of a human male's arousal, and from the look of things, James was overpowering the room with his sex smell.

"Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh!" Corrine squealed as she came.

James moaned loudly, the sight of Corrine's shaking, climaxing body making him even hornier. The dogs all grew more erect.

After she finished coming, Corrine lay boneless on the ground, struggling to regain her breath. "Good, King," she said. "BACK!"

King pulled away from her pussy, his tail wagging. He walked back to his cage and sat down in front of it.

"Good boy," Corrine told him, pulling herself up to her feet.

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" James chanted, resting his forehead against the floor, rocking his hips as Zeus continued to eat him out.

"Okay, James. I'm going to leave you with the puppies now. Just a few things you should remember. The boys like a submissive bitch. Keep your head down. Don't look them in the eye. Keep your legs spread. Don't try to push them away or get up. That makes them mad. When a dog pushes his cock in your face, suck it. If you don't, they get really mad. And believe me, you don't want them mad. Enjoy!"

Corrine quickly skipped out the door and locked it behind her.

"Wha--"

James was too dazed by the erotic sensation of a hot tongue turning his ass inside out to really react.

"Okay. Zeus! BACK." Corrine's voice came over the intercom.

Zeus immediately stop licking and went back to his cage.

"Hey!" James protested.

"Satan! MOUNT."

The dog hurried over to James, climbed up on his back and began pushing his erect penis between James' cheeks, trying to hit his hole.

"Ahhh!" James yelped in surprise and instinctively tried to pull away.

"Don't, James!" Corrine warned him.

Satan snarled and nipped James on the shoulder. The bite wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but James yelled out in terror.

"Just let him fuck you, James. And you won't get hurt."

"Call him off! Aaaagh! God. Call him off!"

"Oh, no. I can't do that. You promised me. Remember?"

"Please!" James begged.

"You want your cock sucked, don't you?"

He cried pitifully. Then Satan found his target and began forcing his doggy cock inside his ass. And James started to wail in panic.
"Noooo!"

"What's wrong, James? Don't you like being a bitch?"

He sobbed in humiliation. Satan began riding him, his hips moving back and forth like a jackhammer, fucking James faster and harder than any human ever could. James cried more hysterically. His body shook with the force of the assault, his balls swinging back and forth beneath him.

"Satan really seems to like your pussy, James," Corrine told him. "I don't think I've ever seen him quite this excited before. But we can't let Satan have all the fun, can we?"

"Nooo!" James screamed. "Don't!"

"Brutus! GET THE TITTIES."

Brutus lunged forward, ducked his head beneath James' body and began vigorously licking and sucking his nipples. James screamed. Brutus took one of the nipple rings between his teeth and tugged. James screamed more frantically.

"Don't try to pull away from him," Corrine told him. "You don't want your nipples torn off."

He practically hyperventilated, completely petrified.

"By the time they're finished with your titties, your nipples are going to be a good half inch longer. Won't that be pretty?"

Brutus roughly worked James' nipples, and James cried out at the painful treatment.

'Fuck!" he suddenly screamed. "What the hell is that?"

"What?" Corrine asked.

"Oh, God. My ass. My ass!"

His face went completely white and stark.

"Oh, that," Corrine said. "I dare say you're feeling Satan's knot forming inside you."

"Noooo!"

"That means he's probably about to come."

"AAAAAAGH!" James wailed, his face contorted with revulsion.

"Oh, I guess he is coming," Corrine corrected herself. "How does that feel, James? Getting pumped full of doggy jizz?"

Tears streamed down James' face, and his bottom lip trembled like a little child's.

Satan finished coming, got down and turned around so that he and James were tail to tail.

"Get it out of me!" James demanded.

Satan tried to pull away. James howled in agony.

"Get it out!" he begged.

"I can't," Corrine told him. "You're tied together. That happens when a dog fucks his bitch. It's Satan's way of trying to knock you up with his puppies. Hey, wouldn't that be cool if he could get you pregnant?"

Satan lunged again, trying to pull free.

"Please!" James shrieked.

"Satan! STAY." And then she said to James, "At least now he won't tear your ass open."

But somehow that didn't seem to comfort James. He continued to cry.

"Oh, my poor baby," Corrine said. "You want something to make you feel better? Huh? You want that blow job I promised you? What do you say, baby?"

James was too choked by sobs to answer.

"Okay, baby. I'm going to take that as a yes," she said. "King! SUCK."

King made a beeline for James' cock, nuzzling and licking at it, before taking it into his mouth and sucking.

"AAAAAAAGH!" James screeched in pure terror.

"Don't even think about resisting," Corrine told him. "I'd hate to think what King might do to your cock."

James continued to scream in horror.

Glennis smiled as she watched. The dogs were, of course, carefully trained to do no actual damage to human genitals. But she imagined it was a truly harrowing experience for a man to have his most tender, vulnerable parts in a dog's mouth, at the mercy of its teeth and its unpredictable behavior. James had no idea if the animal would simply suck him off or devour his cock entirely, leaving him with a bloody stump.

Finally, Satan's knot diminished enough for him to pull free of James' body. However, while they'd been tied together, the dog's cock had grown erect again. He turned around and made a move toward James, as if to mount him again.

Corrine commanded, "Satan! BACK." And then she said, "Zeus! MOUNT."

Zeus leaped to his feet and bounded over to James. He eagerly climbed up on James' back, his paws scraping his sides, and began to violate him with horny enthusiasm.

James shrieked in protest as the animal claimed him as his bitch.

"Satan! PRESENT!" Corrine ordered.

Satan shot around to the front and pressed his pelvis into James' face.

"He wants you to suck his cock, James," Corrine said. "If you don't, it'll upset them all. Who knows what King will do to your nipples or Zeus to your ass? And God forbid, what Brutus could do to your cock or your balls. Don't be stupid. Just suck. It's only a cock. You've already sucked so many. What difference could one more possibly make?"

James sobbed in defeat. He obviously had no choice. He took the animal's penis in his mouth and began to suck, his nose buried in the dog's furry belly. The look of disgust on his face clearly said that he did not enjoy the taste of the animal's gamey spunk.

James' four-way doggie rape went on for some time. Each dog took a turn mounting their human bitch, and each one left a load of spunk in his stomach. Despite the terror of having a dog's mouth surrounding his cock, James still managed to come, again and again. Each time he climaxed, he sobbed brokenly, appalled by his body's ability to take pleasure from such degradation.

And yet, he couldn't manage to stay soft. The constant assault on his prostate kept making him hard. As soon as his cock filled, one of the dogs would pounce on it and immediately start sucking. And James would start screaming in terror all over again.

After several hours of canine fun, Corrine finally called off the dogs. They all retreated to their cages and waited obediently. She came back into the room and locked them in their pens again. James lay curled on the floor, shuddering, cradling his abused penis in his hand. His asshole was raw and ravaged, yawning open, come drooling from it. His nipples were purple and distended. Dried doggy spunk caked at the corners of his mouth.

Corrine knelt beside him and gently touched his shoulder. He flinched and pulled away.

"My poor James," she said.

"Why?" he asked, raggedly.

"Why what, baby?"

"Why did you do that to me?"

She stroked his hair soothingly. Glennis could sense his conflict. A part of him wanted nothing more than to reject Corrine's attentions, but a stronger part of him desperately needed the consolation that came with a woman's soft touch.

Corrine continued to caress him, and he didn't pull away.

"It wasn't me, baby. I'm not the one who gets you into trouble," she told him. "It's this." She reached down and lightly squeezed his penis.

He whimpered.

"You know it's true," she said. "That's what got you into this mess. That insatiable dick of yours. You knew you weren't allowed to have it touched, and yet, you couldn't help yourself, could you?"

He cried harder.

"You just had to get sucked. But it didn't feel too good, did it?"

He shook his head.

"No, I'm sure it didn't. But you came anyway, didn't you?"

He sobbed.

She stroked his shoulder. "I know you did. You just can't control yourself. That's why we have to control your cock for you. So it doesn't keep getting you into trouble. You understand that, don't you?"

He nodded, exhausted and suggestible, needing something to blame for his humiliating ordeal.

"Good. That's very good." She kissed his forehead. "You don't want to get into any more trouble like this, do you, James?"

"No!" he said, vehemently.

"You hated it, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh," he said, sniffling.

"You don't ever want anything like this to happen to you again, do you?"

He shook his head passionately.

"That means you can't ever allow your cock to be touched again. You know that, right?"

He nodded solemnly.

"You don't even want your cock touched, do you, James?"

"No!" He shuddered violently.

"And wearing your chastity belt isn't so bad, is it?"

"No. Not so bad."

"Maybe you even like it?"

He thought a moment and then nodded. "Yeah. I do. I like it."

"Because you can't trust your cock."

He shook his head sadly. "No. I can't."

"Bad things happen to you because of it."

A tear trickled down his cheek. "Really bad things."

"I know. It's terrible. It could really make you hate your cock, couldn't it?"

His lip trembled as he started to cry again. "Yeah."

"Say it, James. Don't let it get the better of you."

"I hate my cock," he whispered.

"Say it louder. Remember all the trouble it's caused you."

"I hate my cock!" he declared.

"You must have realized by now that you never would have ended up in this place if it weren't for your penis. How does that make you feel?"

"I HATE MY FUCKING COCK!" he screamed, his face red, his body shaking.

"That's good. That's very, very good, James," Corrine told him, her voice gentle and supportive. "Now what do you want to do about it?"

"I want to put my chastity belt back on," he said, with conviction.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded eagerly. "I want my chastity belt. It keeps me safe."

"From your cock?"

More tears streaked down his face. "Uh-huh."

Corrine cupped his cheek and wiped away the tears with her thumb. "Don't worry, James. We're going to make sure your cock never gets you into trouble again. We'll help you keep it under control."

"Thank you," he said, his voice quavering.

She kissed him on top of the head as she stood up. "We'll take care of you, James. I promise." She held out his chastity belt to him. "Now, let's get this back on you, shall we?"

He nodded gratefully. She took his hand and helped him to his feet.

"Okay, James. Here we go..."

Glennis smiled and shook her head. Corrine clearly deserved a bonus. The footage with the dogs would make a fine addition to the series of videos she was releasing of James' odyssey to whoredom. She couldn't even begin to calculate the proceeds it would generate. A man passionately denouncing his own dick as the root of all evil was simply not something you saw everyday.

She skipped forward in the tape. There was more footage of James' sessions with his clients. In some of them, he worked without his chastity belt. Glennis stopped to watch. Occasionally, a customer would reach for James' erection, and he would wail "No!" and jerk away as if the other man were trying to kill him. The training with the dogs had been a complete success. James had acquired a powerful aversion to having his penis touched. At the same time, he appeared to crave attention to his anus. Bradshaw and Corrine had even coaxed him into calling it his pussy.

Glennis skipped forward a little further. There was only one final step in James' training before he became the perfect whore. There was still one thing that James feared, and a whore could never be scared of anything that might happen to his body. The trick was to turn that fear into desire, to blur the line between pain and pleasure, to cultivate in James a sincere appreciation for the most intimate and cruel punishment, to have him begging for it, getting off on it.

Glennis watched as Corrine and Bradshaw conducted his pain training. It was a simple game. During James' reward sessions, Corrine would fuck him with a dildo, and Bradshaw would paddle his balls. James could stop at any time, and he controlled how hard Bradshaw smacked his scrotum. But the paddling and fucking worked in tandem. So if he asked for a lighter ball paddling, then he also got a less gratifying workout with the dildo.

Of course, at first James howled in agony at the least little swat to his sack, making Bradshaw paddle him so gingerly that it was impossible for him to come. As James' sexual frustration grew, so did his courage. With each session, he grew a little tougher, until he was begging for more and more extreme abuse, shrieking with blissful abandon as he climaxed, his balls covered in black and blue marks. Each orgasm reinforced his newly found taste for ball torture. Eventually, the link was fully forged in James' brain. Pain in his balls meant release, pleasure. And so, he begged like a little kid in a toy store to have his balls beaten. After a while, he could come from just that.

Glennis watched with a feeling of finality. This really was it, the proof of what she'd felt that night after she'd taken him. The proud, arrogant man James had once been was gone forever, destroyed at her hands. In his place was the submissive, masochistic whore his training had been designed to create.

She sighed as she stopped the tape and rewound it. She got up from her desk and went to the window. The sun was beginning to set. It was the magic hour when everything looked its most beautiful. Her property spanned as far as the eye could see and much farther than that. The gardens were lush, the fields fertile. It was her domain. And it filled her with pleasure and pride.

Just as this magnificent success with James should have. But she couldn't help feeling empty. It was finished. It was perfect. But what she'd really wanted from him was impossible. It always had been. She could see that now.

She just didn't know how to be through with him.

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