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Week 6
Over the last two weeks I have tried to be the exemplary leader in our lowly group. I lead the pack in all of our morning walks. I lick my doggie bowls clean in the morning. I tried to fuck each and every trainer that I could in an effort to prove my worth. To work on my body control, I practice moving my hips, waist and mouth almost every minute that I’m in my dirty, shit stained stall. Something strange was happening to me. Seemingly each day I was becoming more relaxed. I was thinking less about my former life and worries about getting out of here. I still was uneasy that I was here, but I couldn’t help but keep thinking about getting fucked in a variety of ways. My mind, although sometime anxious and worried, would always circle back to the thought of cock..
“Progress!” the doc exclaimed to my trainer “83 lbs, but now her tits are finally starting to grow. A healthy C cup. Waist is narrower than last time, at 23.5 inches. Her ass is starting to accumulate a bit of fat and muscle, its at 34 inches now. From a psyche perspective, her IQ is 85, obedience is still good. Her motivation and acceptance appears to be increasing as well, which is normal for this time. We will continue with the aggressive treatment”
I rode the doc to thank him for his services and then scampered back to the stall. That night, I was thankfully chosen again by the Woman. I felt like I was in a trance. I rode and sucked dick like an utter slut. I moaned with each thrust, and for the first time since I’ve been here felt like I came.
It was the moment that I had looked forward to for so long.
The woman smiled as she pointed at me for the men to led me out of the barn. I was the only one. They called me a good girl, much to my pleasure. They led me to the lake and scrubbed my body and hair clean.
I felt like coming out of that lake, I was born a new girl. Or should I say, a new pet. My dirty black collar was removed, and was instead given a clean white one.
I was brought to a large barn. This one was filled with at least 50 or so pet girls. I was brought to an empty stall. This stall was noticeably bigger. The hay felt softer. They latched my collar onto the chain. I had a soft pad to lie on. I looked around, many of the pet girls were staring at me coldly. Some were hissing. They presented me with a 6 inch butt plug, attached to a 2 foot long blonde silky voluminous tail butt plug that matched my blonde hair. I moaned in pleasure and joy as the trainer inserted it deep into my rectum.
I didn’t mind, I was happy to have finally made it out of that hell hole. I quickly put my head down and fell asleep.
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Week 8
Life in the new barn was a lot different. We woke up at the same time and had roughly the same morning routine, but everything about it was a lot better. We were able to poop outside, on the farm during our walks, so that our chambers didn’t smell so bad. We were given a lot more time to graze the fields after our morning walks as well. On our monitors were constant streams of what life was like in the mansion. The most desirable pets were chosen from the main barn to live as house pets. In the house, they would be cleaned daily by trainers, have make up and nail polish applied. They would have their hair done up. I wanted to be a house pet so bad. The problem was, that so did every other bitch in here.
While a lot of pets didn’t get a long with each other, I found two girls who I got along with quite well. We would help wash each other daily, and wrestle with each other playfully. They were both girls that I felt that I looked better than. So I thought that an added bonus would be that if the masters saw me with them, I might stand out even more.
“5’6”, 85 pounds, D cup tits, with no sign of slowing down by the feel of them. Waist continuing to lose body fat, at 23 inches now. Her ass continuing to expand, at 35 inches, but still toned. IQ dropping as expected, at 75 now. Obedience nearing acceptable levels for house pet status.”
“We will continue on with current therapy, and this is where I like to add in something for a bit of a reward for good behavior.” He said as he gave me another set of injections.
That night, I found out what he was talking about. My mind became even more preoccupied with sex than usual. My pussy was pulsating. The way sexual training worked in the main barn was different.
There were no trainers regularly entering our barn unless a problem was identified. Usually, we would have the men that live on the property or invited guests come into the barn and fuck any of us that they wanted to.
I would put my paws up and practically beg a man to come in and fuck me. As I was one of the youngest pets in the barn, I was usually a hot commodity. I would get fucked most days.
That night, one of the trainers had brought in a bunch of brown men who I assumed were probably police force from the next town over. Two older men with grey beards locked eyes with me. I excitedly panted for them to come in. They asked the trainer, who smiled and reassured them that they could do whatever they wanted with me.
They came into my stall. I drooled as they whipped their cocks out. Perhaps due to the injection, my pussy was pulsating for their cocks. I practically pounced on them. I gave them the night of their lives. I was in ecstasy as they used me in all of my holes. I howled in joy.
Afterwards I laughed as I heard them asking the trainer if all western women were like this.
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Week 10
“5’6.5”, 90 pounds, DD cup tits. I believe they are reaching their natural capacity based on palpation. Ass had grown to 36 inches.. Body fat % is 10.
IQ is 65. Obedience level is above average. Continue current protocol.”
That night was a special night. Master David explained to us that he was having an investors party. The point of a party like this was to celebrate our current investors, as well as to bring in new ones by showing them a good time. We had been preparing all week. Each girl had their role. Hundreds of staff were flown in to help with preparations.
The house pets were put on full display. These most desirable pets were done up and used for public gang bangs, or given one on one time with the most influential clients. The new meat were set up in variety of BDSM equipment, to be used by the clients in any way they wanted.
Master David knew that some of the clients would get off on punishing these dirty scared girls in any way imaginable. These pets were set up into different equipment in the punishment dungeon, and the clients would be encouraged to try out the equipment.
Us, the common live stock, were used in a variety of ways. Some girls were used for outdoor activities.
Like in “Catch and fuck”, around 30 pets were brought to trees in the forest and tied to trunks, or suspended off branches, or bent over logs. The pets would be blindfolded. For clients who were adventurous, they would take flashlights into the forest and find these pets and fuck them!
Another 20 to 30 pets were ‘cows’. These cows gained the ability to produce milk with the injections the docs gave them. Cows are kept in a barn of their own, where they produce milk for the rest of the farm. At events like this, guests are welcome to go and milk the cows, as a once in a life time experience!