The Kennel Master Part 2

Chapter 4

If Sam had a standard product, 702 and 534 were probably quite close to it and he expected he’d get a reasonable sum for them when they were sold. However, Sam was a businessman and always looking for ways to enhance his product and therefore his profit margin. He constantly sought new approaches, perspectives and angles to the training of his dog-slaves. As a result he’d become adept at identifying and anticipating the tastes of his clients, understanding their underlying preferences and exploiting them and, occasionally, even inspiring new ones. One of the conclusions he’d drawn was that although they, like himself , were sadistic in their pleasures, this was coupled with and driven by an overpowering urge to dominate. They enjoyed the breaking of others to their will, the infliction of physical, but also mental pain and discomfort on others. This basic trait was then influenced and shaped more subtly by other characteristics and factors so that some enjoyed younger, others older victims, while still others might enjoy the enslavement of street whores or doctors or athletes. The psychology behind such preferences was no doubt complex and not something Sam had any interest in untangling. But years of talking and negotiating with the people who bought his products had taught him to look for angles which could be exploited.

The three bitches who occupied pen 13 were an example of that. Apricot, Pixie and Babbette had become a poodle, a chocolate labrador and a spaniel following their capture, but as humans they had all been lesbians with an aversion to males that bordered on androphobia in some cases. That, he knew could drive the prices he could ask through the roof. To the right buyer they’d be worth perhaps double what the likes of 534 or 702 could fetch. It also drove the techniques he used to break them which had, in the past, proved sufficient in the past to break even the most strident former bull dyke down to abject canine slavery.

Sam could hear the commotion from pen 13 before he arrived; a series of growls, yips, gasps, grunts and strangled sounds which cut across the ambient noise of the kennels.

When he reached the pen, the scene that met him more than matched his expectations. Dominating the front of the enclosure just inside the door was Jacko, the current guardian. He was a sizeable animal, a crossbreed, with a well-muscled, powerful physique and the black and tan markings and demonic pointed ears of his Doberman dam. Sam was enormously pleased with the animal as he represented the pinnacle so far of the guardian dog training programme, seeming to possess all the qualities those efforts aimed at in spades. He was physically impressive and could be intimidating to a grown man let along a near helpless dog-slave. His intelligence was also significant and he appeared to understand what was required of him almost instinctively, responding to even unpredictable situations and dog-slave behaviours decisively. Further, he had responded well to socialisation training and had a strong sense of hierarchy and was tyrannical with the dog-slaves in his charge, yet docile and biddable as long as he was handled firmly and authoritatively.

Currently, Jacko was mounted on a dog-slave poodle with a cream-coloured short wooly coat, his hindquarters pistoning rapidly back and forwards as he thrust deeply inside her. Jacko must have weighed close to 100 pounds and Apricot the poodle looked crushed beneath him. As Nick had said she’d been starting to feed when Jacko’s attentions had begun and Sam could see some of the feed slop smeared around her mouth and snout. However, she’d not had long to enjoy her only meal of the day for Jacko’s weight had forced her down and forward, haunches raised, her forelegs spread wide and her breasts smearing back forth in the feeding bowl as her whole body was impacted repeatedly by the dog’s powerful thrusts.

Until three weeks ago, Apricot had been Tabitha Young, a 42 year old journalist and author of numerous articles and one or two books which promoted her strongly held, radical feminist political agenda. She had also been the author of a blog which had proclaimed rather more extreme views and included entries which discussed a diverse range of subjects including the evolutionary obsolescence of the male gender, matriarchal political systems, the benefits of enforced male chastity and sterilization and the removal of a male voting privileges. It had all made very interesting reading to Sam and she was immediately flagged as a priority for the snatch team. That didn’t mean that they’d rushed the job, quite the contrary. Instead, as with most of their targets, they’d done their research gathering as much information as they could about her before making their move. They’d taken her in her north London flat where she lived alone. She’d then spent a week in processing before being placed in pen 13.

That had been almost two weeks ago and since then the former journalist had been subjected to the regime of pen13. For the most part it was quite similar to the general treatment and training meted out to the rest of the dog-slaves, with one or two exceptions. All, of course, wore dog suits appropriate to their new breed. For most dog-slaves, the vaginal opening’s of their suits were kept squeezed shut for a high proportion of the time, as was the case for 534 and 702 currently. Regularly, every week or two, the apertures were left open constantly for around a week or so. This was intended to simulate the bitches being ‘in heat’, a measure which he was sure the dog-slaves quickly came to understand. During this time each was frequently sprayed with the synthetic pheremones Sam’s more conventional business used to interest studs in their intended breeding partners while their vaginas were kept packed with lubricants. The result was predictable and it wasn’t unusual for a dog-slave to be knotted several times while ‘in heat’. For the inhabitants of pen 13, the regime differed in that they were kept ‘in heat’ constantly, always vulnerable to the attentions of their canine guardians. To aid the process their clitoral, urethral and anal devices were of a more advanced type than the standard, each containing a small chip which activated its functions at random intervals and for random periods of time. Normally, this was at a low intensity, sufficient to arouse the dog-slaves body without pushing her over the edge into orgasm. As a measure, it was intended, as was so much else to emphasise that literally no bodily function was under their control, to keep them constantly on the edge of arousal with their juices flowing, the scent of which added to the interest of their dog guardians.

In the rear part of the rectangular pen Sam could see the remaining two bitches huddled uncertainly around the low baskets that had been their beds for the night.