My parents were missionaries somewhere in dark Africa. It was a small black kingdom with allmost no contact with the outside world. Women were head of the family and the royal family existed allmost only of women. By these, mainly lesbian, princesses men were regarded as nearly sub human.
I don't know why my parents ever decided to go there. Maybe because they thought that by converting these people into
christians they would become the champions of the mission.
But one day, when I was 10 and my sister was 11 years old, a princess entered our compound. She looked at me and stroked my head. She had a talk with my parents. During this talk I saw my father get more and more agitated. At last he kicked her out.
Not a wise thing to do with a princess I thought. And that was soon to prove right.
My father told me that this princess had asked for me. She wanted to have me and my sister at her palace.
When my father refused she told him he was going to regret his refusal. But he told me he was afraid that I would have to become a kind of slave for this 18 year old princess.
But daddy, if I will become a slave at the palace I will be a martyr for christianity. Or I might through my conduct show them the right way. Little did I know of what lay in store for me and my sister.
The next day two cars pulled up at the compound. Filled with the female palace guard. They took me and my sister away at gunpoint. My father shouted and my mother cried. Would we see our parents again?
We were both put in a different car and went to different directions.
At the palace I was brought to a room where the princess was sitting in a wicker chair sipping a coctail.
So you are here boy. Now you are mine, she said with a smile. I am your owner, you are my property. Undress yourself.
No, I said. Because I came from a christian family I was not used to undress myself when somebody was looking. More so when it was a complete stranger.
But I don't know if I have ever seen somebody get up as fast as the princess, but the next second she stood beside me and slapped me twice in the face. I started crying but she threatened me with more slaps in the face if I did't stop. So I slowly undressed. There I stood. A trembling 10 year old naked boy in front af a nearly 2 meter long black princess.
From a shelf she took an iron chain and put one end around my neck. Then we went outside. We walked across the palace compound, past the guard to a medical building. I was just walking behind like a dog on a leash. A lot of women were looking at me and smiling to the princess. Some even said: nice white doggy you got.
We entered a room where the lady doctor was apearently waiting for us. I had to stand on hands and feet. The doctor started to measure me. The difference between the hight of my shoulder and the hight of my hips seemed very important.
I knew enough of the local language to understand that this difference had to dissapear within a few years. But at that time I didn't have a clue why.
The doctor took two syringes and injected something in my upper legs. It was quite painfull and I was really scared but the princess just patted my head and said: sit down and relax.
The doctor had a short talk with the princess or as I shall call her: my owner.Because In some way I knew I would never be free again so I had to accept her as my owner.
I would get these injections twice a week for about four years.
My owner walked back to her palace with me following her, feeling very ashamed walking naked through the town.
I heard a lot of comments like: is this boy to be her lover or her slave? Well, somebody said, she likes girls a lot so he will be her slave.
But I soon discovered I was not to be a slave. I was even lower, just a dog.
That evening I was to sleep in a dog bed beside the bed of my owner.For me this was a very eerie experience. I never slept naked. My parents would not alow it because they would say: By being naked you would lower yourself to the level of a native. Now I was even below that level.
Within a few days we went back to the doctor. Here I received braces for my arms. My hands were locked around a handlebar inside the brace. Then I had to stand on the braces and my feet. The doctor added some straps around my hips so I could not stand upright anymore. Because I could not walk properly we went back by car.
That evening something happened that really shocked me. My owner undressed herself when I stood next to the bed on feet and braces.
I had seen half naked local women but never seen a completely naked one. She sat down on the side of the bed with her legs wide apart. All hair between the legs. And some strange flesh too. She ordered me to come near and said: come on doggy, lick my cunt.
Oh, my god, did she mean I had to lick her there? The place were you should not even touch yourself? I did not dare to come nearer. But she got up and grabbed me by my hair. She dragged me to the bed. I had to follow her if I didn't want to fall.
Now she pulled my head towards this fleshy thing. When she heard my mufled: no, no please, she hit me on my ass with a whip.
I cried from the pain but started to lick. It tasted salty. She held my head and lay down backwards. She started to move her hips and was breathing hard. Don't stop doggy, come on lick my cunt. When she was satisfied she caressed my back and said.
Good doggy, nice doggy. Just the way you talk to a real dog. Then she told me: down, down, and pointed to the dog bed.
Some weeks later I was operated at the throat and could not talk anymore. During the next four years I continued to use the braces and get the injections but slowly my hands came closer to the ground.My legs didn't grow but my arms and back did.
Most of the time I lived at the palace compound.
Sometimes I didn't lick my owners cunt for two weeks but sometimes three nights in a row. Because I slept in her bedroom I saw all her play with her girlfriends. I had never expected that women could make love with each other like that. My parents never had said anything about it. Was this maybe what they called homosexuality? This sure was a strange sicknes.
Then the day arrived that the doctor anounced that I was ready. My arms were as long as my legs so my hips were at the same height as my shoulders. I was happy to see that I did not longer need my braces and straps. The doctor ordered me to stand up but I couldn't. My back was grown in an angle to my legs. I could only go on all fours. I was so happy I could walk around without all these stuff that I started to bark. I don't know why I did this because after being operated upon my throat I never made a sound.
This barking made the doctor and my owner extremely happy. Then my owner went out of the room and send the driver away. Out of a paper bag she took a dog collar and a leash, put them on and took me outside. We walked all the way from the doctor through the city back to the palace. This time I was not scared. I felt I had changed, I was not only four years older and used to go doggy stile but I was interested what I saw. And I felt more like a dog than like the boy I had been.
That evening, after routinously licking my owners cunt I got sexually aroused. After she had her orgasm she looked at me and suddenly saw my hardened dick. No, doggy, you'll have to get out. You won't sleep here anymore, you might try to fuck me.
She called a servant and told her to place me in a kennel for the night. So from that day on I lived in a kennel. But I got much more excersize than before. We often went to the park for a stroll. She was showing her white dog and looked very proud.
All these ladies and children that came to caress my back and ass and treated me like a real dog made me more and more feel that I was just a different type of dog.
Suddenly something happened that had effect on the whole world.
One day we crossed the marketplace when I saw a white girl. Walking doggy stile like me was a nice young blond girl.
I barked happily, she stopped in her tracks and tried to run towards me. When she came closer I recognized her. It was my sister. I looked at her and smiled. I kissed her on her mouth. Of course we could not wrap our arms around and hug each other. So we sniffed like dogs. She was beatifull and smelled nicely of human dog. I was so out of my mind and mentally in my dog state that I started to lick her cunt. At first she froze but when I went on she got very horny. From the corner of my eye I saw a large crowd gathering around us. I didn't care a damm, I was just a dog wanting to fuck. I put my paws on the shoulders of my sister and attempted to get my dick into her cunt. I felt by her movements that she was in her dog state as well and didn't care that I was her brother. After the third attempt I entered her cunt and started to fuck. Then I heard somebody say: Oh , my God, how horrible. I think we both looked at the direction of the voice because it sounded familliar. There we saw our parents. Still dressed in these old fashioned missionary clothes.
I don't know if they were shocked by the sight of us as white dogs or the fact that I was fucking my own sister doggy style on the marketplace amidst a crowd of natives.
After having shot my load into my sister's belly I sat back and like a real dog licked my dick clean.
My owner took me home and put me in the kennel but said: Well doggy, I think you have done a good job. Maybe you invented a new animal.
Six month later I met my sister again. This time at the house of her owner. But we did not get the chance to fuck.
She already had a big belly.
Ten month after we had fucked she came to our palace. Our owners took us outside to the park that was part of the palace grounds. Here they organised a picnic for a few friends. First they tied us to two different trees so we could only look at each other. But after they had eaten we were released. We were given a ball and played on the grass. But after sometime we got again more interested into sex than the ball. So we mated again and again under the wachtfull eyes of our owners and friends.
They enjoyed it a lot I think.
Some two month later I was at the doctor's for a checkup. At that time I found out this never was a real doctor but a vet.
There I saw a young, about 10 year old, white girl. She was dressed in these clothes you inmediately recognize as being
bought by old fashioned christians or missionary people. I knew she was from a different church than my parents.
She put her hand across her mouth and looked in shock when my sister and I walked into the room.
And when somebody told her she was going to be like us she started to cry. When we came back and were going home she stood there naked. I walked up to her and licked her hand and sniffed her hairless cunt. Just for future recognition.
We did not go to our different homes but I was taken to my sister's home. My sister was put into her kennel. On a blanket in this kennel lay our little daughter. I had to take a second look but then I saw it. Don't know how they did it, maybe with african herbs, but she would never need braces and injections. In front of me lay a perfect little white dog pup.
I was not to return to my owners house. My sisters owner had built a row of kennels of which were some were still empty but some filled with girls allmost at the end of becoming a white dog bitch.
Now I new which future lay ahead of me. The fantastic future of a stud dog. It would take some years but I could wait.
And I was right because every 4 month when I had to get my check up I found two or three new young white girls at the vet.
I think these girls were abducted from missionary families throughout Africa.
Later on they looked more modern so some just came from Europa.
This place became the center of the white dog trade. So we saw a lot of rich people from all over Africa to buy a white dog.
It became fashion among presidents and captains of industry to have at least one white dog.
Once we had the strangest couple to buy a girl dog. As they were still trying to fit in with local society and convert people by good conduct or something our parents had eventually decided: In Rome do as the Romans do. They were lead around the kennels and shown some pups. My sister and I were playing on the grass with three of our youngest daughters. They asked the owner about the pedigree of the girls. He told them they were from my sister and me. I walked up to my mother and sniffed her clothes. She still used the same perfume as 20 years ago. She patted my head and stroke my back. Good dog, your a good dog, she said. Incredible that she never ever showed any sign of motherly love. For her, once I had been abducted and changed I had stopped being her son and she regarded me as a dog. They left with the oldest of our daughters.
As we had a lot of visitors who spoke English with our owner we heard that in the USA it had happened that famous black rappers had persuaded one or two of their teenage fans to be changed into a white dog. (Which now could be done within one year) They paraded the streets with them and regarded this neccesary for their imago. One of these big fat lady gospel singers as well as a female talkshow host owned a boy dog.
But this happened only after the first black American democrat was elected president of the USA. He visited the country and our kennel. He was presented with a black haired plump girl dog. His campaign leader, Bill C suggested he call her Monica.
The End
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