Manipulated (c) 
Chapter Three 
By Fiction Writer #13 
(incest, preteen, teen, beast, dog/m, dog/g, voy, anal, noncon, 
reluct, forced, bond, exhib, Mdom)

Dr. Malcolm Whelan stood over his sobbing daughter while trying to 
suppress a smile that hid just behind his angry grimace.  Helen was 
hanging her head in shame, a posture he had grown used to seeing 
from her.  This was not the first time she had disobeyed him during one 
of their sessions.  No matter how sternly he commanded her to abstain 
from seeking sexual release, she always succumbed to her desires.

'Good old predictable Helen,' he thought to himself. 'You're making this 
way to easy for me.'

His piece of the plan was finally coming together.  A project his father 
began nearly sixty-five years ago was perhaps just hours from entering 
its second stage.  Something that he hoped would have started when 
Helen reached the age of ten, but she had been a disappointment then.  
This time he was happy that she was failing his tests miserably.  Her 
failure to abide by the deal had just guaranteed that the project would 
move forward.

'All I need now are the results from their blood test.  Three chances for a 
winner; I only need one of them to test positive, just one.'

Helen never once dared to look up at him; she knew that he had her 
right where he wanted her. Now he could play with her a bit.  Toy with 
her needs and emotions at his leisure, just as he had done while raising 
her.

Malcolm had missed this form of interaction with her.  He knew that this 
is what she really wanted; it had been far too long for her as well.  She 
wanted to be punished for her behavior.  To be made to do things she 
secretly wanted to do but couldn't bring herself to admit to wanting.  Yes, 
Mal did know all of her dirty little secrets; every perversion and every 
diversion, every fantasy and desire.  He knew his little girl very well, 
because he was the one who made her this way.

His own father had been the first one to offer a sacrifice for the greater 
good.  Using the serum he developed in this very lab on his own wife, 
Mal's mother.  She died delivering Malcolm into the world because of it.  
She died an unknown patriot, a true hero for the cause.  Though 
Malcolm was the only fruit to be born from her sacrifice, the results were 
more than enough to receive government funding to continue.

Malcolm was raised in ignorance of his special condition, though he was 
observed in secret for any signs of degradation.  When none occurred 
by his tenth year of life his father began educating him, preparing him for 
the time when he would take over the project.  The things he'd seen in 
the years that followed shaped his decisions on how he would eventually 
raise his own child.  He never wanted her to be as shocked and scared 
as he had been when he was first asked to perform the assorted taboo 
tests.

Perhaps it had been a mistake to start Helen at such a young age, but 
hindsight is twenty-twenty as they say.  His own wife had been sacrificed 
for the cause, just as his mother had.  The strain of delivery was too 
much for her heart to handle, the conditions too overwhelming.  Helen 
was the only fruit to be born from his wife's womb, and Malcolm couldn't 
have been happier with the tiny child.

Helen was the center of his world.  He had convinced himself that she 
would be the one.  She would be what he and his father had worked so 
hard to produce.  Even though she couldn't be properly tested until the 
age of ten, he just knew she would be the one.

So convinced of her uniqueness, he began her training as soon as she 
was able to walk.  His lessons included the mundane; walking, talking, 
math, reading, science, good hygiene, manners, bike riding, etc.  As well 
as the profane; comfort with nudity and sexual activity, masturbation, 
voyeurism and exhibitionism, bondage, submission and dominance, oral, 
anal, and vaginal penetration.  Much to Mal's amazement, Helen had 
proven herself to be a prodigy in all aspects of his tutelage.  By the time 
she was eight he had taken all of the pleasures her body could offer.

He continuously opened and re-opened her eyes to new and exciting 
possibilities to be explored; both in the mind and body.  With no one to 
tell her otherwise, Helen grew up without shame of her body or her 
actions.

Of course there were times when Malcolm had to discipline his over 
zealous daughter, but because of her unique upbringing, he often found 
that she became aroused by the stinging pain his hand brought to her 
bottom.  His stern words drove her to new heights of bliss.  When she 
began to cry out in orgasms as his belt met flesh, he knew he had to find 
a new tack.

His answer was to deny her the pleasures she sought.  A difficult task for 
him, having grown accustomed to taking so much pleasure in her tender 
hairless body, but excruciating for her.

It worked, though, and soon Helen was back under control.  In fact it 
became a new favorite game for her.  She wanted to make her daddy 
happy, and if she was a good girl, he would make her happy.

When Helen turned ten he brought her to the Center to run the tests that 
he was positive would announce the end of an era, and the beginning of 
a new one.  He was crushed by the low scoring results.  Her blood did 
not carry high enough levels to be viable.  Malcolm read that printout 
over a thousand times, searching for an error.  He'd even gone as far as 
repeating the examinations himself.  The results remained the same.  
She was not the one.

More disappointing news came later that year.  Though he would still be 
in charge of the Center, his father's project would no longer be fully 
funded.  If Malcolm wanted to continue the research, it would have to be 
scaled back severely, taking a back seat to the numerous other special 
projects on site.

It took Malcolm a few weeks to get over this devastating blow.  He and 
his father had worked so hard and given up so much for the project.  
Nearly two whole lifetimes of investment might have been for naught.

Malcolm wouldn't let that happen, couldn't let that happen.  He continued 
the research on his own time.  He would find a way to salvage this mess.  
It took him close to five years of late nights and missed meals but he 
finally found a solution, and he needed Helen to make it happen.

Her training took a drastic turn, a complete one-eighty if you will.  He 
needed to put shame into his teen daughter where once there had been 
none.  He told her that girls like her were 'sluts' and 'whores', that no one 
would ever love someone that behaved as she did.  He told her that she 
would be lucky to find someone to take pity on her.  Maybe she could 
find someone that would be dumb enough to marry her, but they would 
never love her.  Once the reversal had taken root, he sent her out, 
eighteen and alone, into a world that she had never known.  He sent her 
off to College.

Two years later he went to check up on her, to make sure that she was 
adjusting to her new life, a life without sin.  She had cried when he 
arrived on her doorstep, apologizing for making him so mad at her.  She 
had been doing really well in school, acing all of her exams since she 
first enrolled.  Malcolm knew she would, he had taught her the very 
same curriculum when she was four-teen.  Her other news was what he 
had really come to find out about.  She had met someone, and they 
were in love.

Mal really was happy for his little girl, and he told her so.  This was all 
part of his plan.  All she needed now was a little positive reinforcement 
from her father, and he had given it in spades.  He barely stifled a 
knowing laugh when the young man with whom Helen had been dating 
for over a year, asked permission to marry her.

'Absolutely, young man,' he had said smiling. 'Be sure to make lots of 
babies, I can't wait to be a Grandfather!' Stanley seemed a little taken 
back by that comment, but the relief of getting her father's blessing 
wiped away any concerns.

Malcolm purposely left Helen alone once she married the poor shlub 
now being released from his bonds on monitor two.  Stanley wasn't a 
bad guy.  Mal actually enjoyed his company from time to time, but Stan 
had fulfilled his purpose in this part of the project, and therefore was no 
longer a concern.  Helen had more than fulfilled her part in this game.  
Not only did she survive the rigors of childbirth, but she bore more fruit 
than her Mother or Grandmother combined.  Malcolm now had three 
new children of his bloodline to test.  The odds were in his favor this 
time.  The project would have to continue.

But for now he had to deal with Helen.  She had performed better than 
he could have ever hoped.  He would give her this one last session 
before leaving her life forever.  As promised, he would open her family 
up to her true way of living so that she could go on without him.  She 
deserved to be happy after all he had put her through.  In return he'd be 
leaving the Center tonight with the end result of all his plotting and 
planning.  As Father and Daughter had agreed upon, he would be taking 
whichever of her children tested positive for the genetically engineered 
RBC Factor.

"Helen." Her head snapped up at his first words spoken in over ten 
minutes.  She had a wild and desperate look in her eyes.  He could 
almost taste the fear pouring off of her.  She knew that, if he told the 
family being held hostage on the other side of the monitors, that she 
herself had been the one orchestrating this whole scene, she would be 
left all alone in this world, with no one to love, and no one to be loved by.

Mal managed to hold his poker face together as he spoke. "Scoot 
forward in you seat until your ass is right on the edge.  Let your skirt ride 
up so that I can see your pussy more clearly."

Slowly she moved her pelvis forward, the fabric getting hung up behind 
her.  Her eyes never left his, and his never looked down.

"Knees apart, Helen, all the way, ankles on the outside of the chair legs."

She swung her legs out to the sides and then locked them around the 
curved steel tubing that formed the chair's legs.  She had kept her knees 
together while doing this, now they slowly parted.  The "V" that formed 
by her opening thighs opened wider and wider until the skin joining her 
legs to her groin became taut with her effort.

"Good girl." His eyes drifted down her body to gaze on the dripping folds 
of her sex.  He could hear her breathing heavily, enjoying his 
examination of her shaved privates.  For a moment he was reminded of 
the first time his tongue had tasted her honey.  She was as hairless then 
as she was now.  'Five', he thought to himself, 'she was five years old 
that first time.'

"Now stay exactly as you are until I tell you otherwise, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied in a breathy whisper.

"Eyes on monitor three; they should be waking up by now."

"Okay, Daddy."

Dr. Malcolm Whelan turned back to the controls that operated both the 
machinery and the cameras.

'Soon... soon I will have it all.' 

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"Robbie... pssst... hey... Hey!" Sarah watched Rob's face for any signs 
that he may be waking up.

"Hey!  Come on, Robbie, wake up!"

She herself had only awakened maybe five minutes ago.  The room had 
been dark then, she thought she might have been alone.  When the 
lights had come on with that strange hum she had jumped, or a least 
tried to.  Looking around she found herself in a new room, at least she 
thought it was.  Robbie was still with her, only now he had been kept 
separated from her body.

"Robbie, wake up, you big jerk!"

She felt empty.  Her cunny and butt hole were sore and ached in time 
with her heartbeat, but she missed having them filled.  Robbie's thing 
had made her feel better than she had ever felt in her entire life, and 
now it was gone.  So was that strange thing that was in her butt.  It, like 
Robbie, had squirted inside of her.  While sitting in the dark she realized 
that whatever that thing had sprayed in her butt had made her feel the 
tingles.  Tingles that still coursed through her body, though much less 
powerful now.  'If I ever get out of here, I want buckets of whatever that 
stuff was,' she thought to herself.

"Robert Davis, wake up!"

Still he snored.  If she could have stood up she would have shaken him, 
but once again she had been tied down.

This time she was belly down over something like a gymnastics' horse.  
Only it was much lower to the floor, close enough for her knees to touch, 
in fact.  Her arms and legs hung over the sides and were tied tight.  The 
whole thing tilted downwards in front, causing blood to rush to her head 
and raising her naked bottom in the air.  She'd felt exposed and 
vulnerable until the lights had come on, then she saw her older brother 
in an identical posture, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Robert!" She was getting angry with him.  He was facing her with his 
head resting on the padded horse, eyes closed, with a line of drool 
hanging from his lower lip.  In his position she could see his bare back 
rising up to the tops of his naked butt cheeks.  Sarah smiled and blushed 
at her view.  She had never really thought of her brother as a hunk like 
her friends seemed to, but now she was beginning to understand their 
attraction.  She also never thought that she would like sex, but that had 
sure changed.

Grinning wickedly she called out again, "Hey... Queer-boy!"

Robbie began to stir from his slumber to the sounds of his little sister's 
laughter.

"Wha... what's so funny?" he yawned.

"Should'a known that'd wake you up!  Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Robbie lifted his head to look into his sister's laughing face.  He had no 
idea what was so funny, but he smiled anyway, causing her giggling fit to 
rise in volume.

It didn't take long for him to become aware of his present situation.  'Oh 
Christ, what now?' he thought to himself.  Whatever it was he knew it 
wasn't going to be good.  He could see how Sarah looked, and knew he 
must look very similar. 'My ass in the air, what good can possibly come 
of that?'

Now it was his turn to be scared.  Last time he had been the one to 
console his frightened sister Sarah.  Then he fucked her.  Well, 
technically she had fucked him, but he doubted his parents or anyone 
else would see it that way.

Sarah had gotten her laughter somewhat under control.  Every once in a 
while another snicker would escape her lips, but for the most part she 
remained silent. She was still smiling brightly at him. 'At least she isn't 
mad at me for doing her.'

"Hey, Sarah, how long you been awake?"

"A long time.  I've been waiting forever for you to wake up, sleepy head.  
If I didn't know your magic word you'd still be sleeping." She started 
snickering again, fighting another laughing fit.

Robbie looked at her, puzzled. "What the hell are you talking about, what 
magic word?"

Sarah lost it again.  Her roaring laughter filled the large room.

Shaking his head in confusion, Robbie took the opportunity to check out 
his surroundings.  The room was about the size of his living room at 
home.  Large fluorescent lights hung from the high ceiling, buzzing and 
drenching everything in a sickly glow.  The walls were white, as was the 
floor, which also appeared to be tiled with large squares in a diamond 
pattern.  There appeared to be a door to his left, but there was no 
window, door knob, or even hinges that he could see.  Other than the 
two things that they were strapped on, there was no other furniture.  He 
had an overwhelming feeling that he was being watched, even though 
he saw no cameras.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhkt

"Sarah, did you hear that?" The noise had come from somewhere 
behind Robbie.

"Hear... hear... hummm... mmm?" She took a moment to get her giggles 
under control. "Hear what?"

"There was a noise just then, right behind me.  Do you see anything?"

"No, there's nothing there but your butt." She started to snicker again, 
but stopped short when a new sound came.

click-tap-click-tap-tap-click-tap

"What is it Sarah?" Robbie's heart was racing.  Not being able to see 
behind himself was killing him, the confused look on Sarah's face wasn't 
helping either.

click-tap-click-tap-tap-click-tap

"I... don't... I can't quite..." Suddenly a huge smile blossomed on Sarah's 
face, her eyes growing as big as saucers. "It's a puppy!"

Robbie couldn't believe his ears. "A puppy?"

"Ah-huh," she answered, nodding her head excitedly up and down. "And 
he's a really, really cute puppy, too!"

click-tap-click-tap-tap-click-tap

"Ooooh!  He's coming to me!  Come here, puppy, it's okay, come on," 
she called while beaming a smile.

Sarah had always wanted a pet, but their father had never allowed her to 
have one.  As a result she always got a little too excited when in the 
company of dogs.

click-tap-click-tap-tap-click-tap

Slowly the object of his sister's delight entered Rob's field of vision.

"That's no puppy, Sarah!" Rob gasped as a large German Shepherd 
sauntered past him on its way to Sarah.

"Oh, isn't he precious, Robbie?  Someone's put little socks on his front 
paws!" She was squealing with delight as the massive beast came right 
up to her and began licking her face. "He likes me!"

Robbie wasn't an idiot, nor was he naive about what he believed was 
going to happen.  The booties on the animal's paws were a dead 
giveaway.  He had found sites online about this kind of thing.  He had 
even seen some small movie clips.  He'd even jacked off to some of 
what he'd seen, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to witness the act first 
hand, not involving his own sister.  He watched in stunned silence as the 
long pink tongue snaked out over and over again, covering his giggling 
sister's face in doggy slobber.

Sarah was ecstatic with the puppy kisses she was receiving.  His hot 
slobbery tongue darted all over her scrunched up face.  For some 
reason it felt as if her teeth were ticklish, and it made her laugh even 
more.

Suddenly the dog stopped his lavish affections.  His head rose and his 
ears pointed skyward, listening.

"What's wrong, puppy?"

Ignoring her question, the Shepherd turned and walked behind her.

"Hey puppy, come back!  Where are you going?"

Robbie watched the dog with the wagging tail march off behind his sister 
until it disappeared from sight.  He decided against telling her what he 
thought was going to happen next.  There was nothing he could do to 
prevent it so why scare her beforehand.

"Where's he going, Robbie?"

"I don..." Rob stopped short.  Something cold and wet had just nudged 
his butt cheek. 'Oh God!  There's another dog in here!'  He could feel its 
hot panting breathe on his scrotum.  A new squeal from his sister 
brought him out of his shock.

"Aiiiiieee!  Robbie, he's licking my butt!" Her eyes were wide open and a 
surprised grin flashed across her face. "Oh, it feels so funny!  Why's he 
licking my butt?"

The long tongue swiped her butt over and over again, sometimes sliding 
right up her crack and tickling her asshole.  Each time he hit her 
puckered button she jumped a little.  The tingles she had felt with Robbie 
earlier were returning.

"Oh God!" Robbie gasped as the animal behind him began to service 
him in the same manner.  The long hot tongue dragged upwards from 
his nuts to his tail bone in one smooth motion.  Once in a while it would 
catch his limp, hanging dick, brushing over the sensitive area just below 
its head, causing Robbie to gasp out loud.

Sarah's dog had begun to target its licks lower, now snaking in between 
the folds of her cunny before journeying up and over her ass.

"Ohhhh, Robbie, he's making me feel sooo good..."

Robbie couldn't speak.  His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open 
in quiet bliss.  As his cock began hardening, the beast doubled its 
efforts, now swirling its flexible tongue around his shaft and hairy balls.  
It felt incredible and Robbie was lost to the feelings.

"Unnnn... oh... oh... good doggie... oh good doggie... just like that!" 
Sarah was groaning her pleasure to her animal lover.  His tongue curled 
and swirled, bringing her closer and closer to that happy place she had 
gone only twice before.

"Ahh..." Robbie felt the beast's tongue leave his hardness and move to 
his asshole.  Soon the tip forced its way into him, cleaning him from the 
inside out.  The dull ache left by the missing probe was soon replaced by 
waves of euphoria.

"Oooooo!  Robbie, he's licking my insides!  Oh... Ohhh. Feels sooo 
good..." Her animal had entered the tightness of her vagina, digging 
deep, tasting the sperm that Robbie had deposited earlier.

The two children reveled in the sensations.  Their bodies writhed against 
the bonds that held them.  Deeper and deeper the animal tongues 
invaded the siblings, one in Robbie's ass, the other in Sarah's cunny.  
Robbie's cock became completely hard; it's head purple and throbbing.  
His piss slit drooled precum onto the floor below.  Sarah's cunny was on 
fire, her juice flowing so quickly that the dog's tongue was whipping it 
into a froth.  They were both on the verge of having an orgasm when the 
animals suddenly stopped and moved away.

"Oh no!  Doggie, please!  No, come back, doggie!  Please!"

Robbie wasn't as vocal as his sister, but he felt just as cheated.  So 
close.  That dog had gotten him so close.

As if by an unheard command, both animals leapt upon the human's 
backs at the same time, wrapping their front paws in a tight grip around 
Sarah and Robbie's waist.  The weight of the animals held them in place, 
fur pressing into bare skin.

"Robbie, what are they trying to do?" Sarah gasped under the beast 
above her. "Are they trying to jump over us?"

"No Sarah..." Robbie's eyes went wide.  He could feel the dog beginning 
to hunch forward.

Sarah felt it to, she also felt something bumping against her pussy with 
each hunch.

"Uuuhhhhnnnnngggg!" Robbie groaned in pain.  His dog had found his 
hole and lunged forward, driving it's blunt cock deep into his bowels.  It 
stretched him wider than the probe and reached new depths, 
straightening his colon to make room.  Tears stung at the corners of his 
eyes, but he couldn't blink them away.  The invading beast began 
pistoning in and out of him, faster than a jackhammer.  It burned and 
ached with every thrust.  Robbie grunted in time with each inward stroke, 
unable to find the breath to scream.

"Uung... eung... eung... eung... eung... eung..."

Sarah listened to the strange noises coming from her older brother.  He 
looked like he was in pain.  His face was beet red and the veins on his 
forehead were popping out like he was mad.  She could see the tears in 
his eyes and became really scared.

"Robbie, are you okay?  Robbie!  Are you okaaaaaaiiiaiiiiiy!"

Her beast had found her opening and driven himself in to the hilt.  Her 
own lubrication was the only thing that prevented him from tearing her 
open.  The blunted head of his cock began slamming against her cervix, 
sending shock-waves of pain throughout her body.

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... Ahh..." she kept tempo with her pain.

The room filled with the sounds of the children being pummeled.  Grunts 
and groans, cries and screams.  Robbie low and rumbling, "Ung... ung... 
ung... ung... ung..." Sarah high and wailing, "Aiee... aiee... aiee... aiee..."

Both wild animals shortened their strokes, keeping more of themselves 
inside the children.  Harder and harder they pushed, trying to get more 
of their vein riddled cocks into them.  For Robbie it meant further 
straightening of his lower intestine, for Sarah it meant something far 
more painful.

She could feel him pushing against her insides, trying to force his way 
deeper into her body.  A strange popping sound came from deep within 
her.  The pain was blinding, a strangled cry left her throat as the beast 
forced his way past the tight ring of her cervix and entered her womb.  
Four more inches of doggy dick slid into her vagina.

"Aieeeeeeeee!  Ah hahahaaaaaaa!  It hurts!  Oh god, make it stop!  It 
hurrrrrts!"

Robbie's head popped up at her scream.  He looked directly into her 
now vacant eyes.  Her mouth hung open in a silent cry of pain.  His own 
agony began to increase.  The dog dick fucking him started to swell up, 
locking boy and animal together.

Sarah was still adjusting to the cock in her womb when her dog began 
swelling.  It filled her even more completely.  The cock within her body 
could no longer stroke in and out she was so full.  Instead the furry rapist 
took to rocking back and forth within her.

A change slowly overtook Robbie.  The large knot tying him and the dog 
together was rubbing against that special place inside of his ass.  His 
cock began to ooze precum in copious amounts, twitching for attention.  
To his total disbelief the dog's dick began to feel good.  He caught 
himself moving back to match its thrusts, trying to massage that magic 
spot inside him.  Ashamed by his new found feelings, he looked away 
from Sarah.

Had he looked into her face he would have seen a change come over 
her as well.  Now that the dog could no longer slam full force into her, 
the pain had lessened.  The large knot locking her to her beast had also 
found a special spot to rub.  The now gentle rocking motion had started 
to make her tingle again.  Her body became flushed and her breathing 
increased.  Cries of pain slowly evolved into moans of ecstasy.

"Mmmmm... ohhhh... mmm."

Robbie heard her moan and chanced a glance at her face.  She was 
looking right at him with a far away dreamy gaze.  Her tiny body was 
thrusting back against her doggy lover and she was loving it.  The 
nastiness of the situation proved too much for Rob.

"Oh God... I'm cumming!  Sarah!  Ah... ah... ahhhh!"

His untouched cock pulsed over and over again, jetting his semen into 
the open air before splashing on the floor.

Sarah had been watching her brother being fucked by a dog.  She 
wondered if he was still hurting or if he was feeling like she was.  When 
he looked into her eyes and screamed that he was cumming, the tidal 
wave of tingling washed over her.  She could feel her juices being forced 
out around the filling doggy cock, spraying in all directions, coating her 
thighs.  Her body spasmed in pleasure.

In unison both dogs started whining.  The respective holes they had 
been given began clutching and releasing, rippling along their shafts.  
Both animals had been trained to hold off cumming for as long a 
possible, and that moment was now.

Robbie felt his beast pulse inside of him, the flow of hot cum blasting his 
bowels with force.  The knowledge of being filled by this dog's sperm 
triggered another mind blowing orgasm.  Once again his cock rocketed 
out more cum, joining the growing puddle below.

Sarah's beast hung over her back, his weight pressing her down on the 
padded horse.  She could feel his hot breath on her ear, his drool 
dripping on her neck and shoulder.  Then she felt him throbbing within 
her womb, growing to a size even greater than she was used to.  He 
exploded within her, nearly shooting her off of his cock like a water 
rocket.  His burning fluid searched for room where none existed.  The 
pressure expanded her flat tummy, making her appear almost pregnant, 
before the steaming jism could work its way backwards and out of her 
tightly plugged vagina.  Again she came; her tiny body erupting in a fit of 
passion, pussy juice, and dog sperm.

Neither dog had deflated enough to remove themselves.  They rested on 
top of both the human children, waiting as their cocks continued to 
pulse.  Sarah and Robbie didn't mind, it felt comforting to have the 
heavy, furry animals hugging them from behind.

After several minutes had passed with only the sounds of heavy 
breathing in the room, Sarah spoke to her brother.

"When we get home... I really want a dog."

With a satisfied grin, Robbie replied, "Me too, Sarah... me too."



Continued in Chapter Four....


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