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Michio's idea Dog handler
The idea had been growing inside Michio for half a year. It had grown so
that it came and took hold of Michio in every quiet moment.
Michio said to her husband Yukio-san, you remember my love that you said
your company bonus had been especially good this year, in reward for your
special services to the firm, and that to celebrate this you would buy me a
new fur coat?� Yes my pearl,� said Yukio. 選 have not forgotten my promise.� 腺eloved husband, there is something I would wish for much more than a fur
coat. It is not an expensive thing, Yukio-san, but a little thing that would
give me great pleasure. You know that I have little to do in the daytime and
in the many long evenings when you are away from me, and, I have not wanted
to burden you with my complaints husband, but often I am bored by the same
old parties with the same old faces.� 閃ichio my love, I must say I had thought that recently you were becoming
tired and feckless. My love, whatever I can bring you to help rekindle the
light in your eyes, never mind the price, you can be sure that you will have
it.� You are the very kindest and most loving husband, Yukio-san.� 全o what is this thing that will brighten up your lonely days?� You remember last spring, my love, when we visited your cousin Kusama
Matsiko, that Matsiko痴 wife was so proud of her Korean maid, that lovely
little thing of fourteen that we called cherry pip? You remember how cherry
pip danced for all of us in the evening under the falling blossom, and
delighted the party with the most bashful air of innoccence, yet she was so
skilfully trained to give pleasure with her sharp little tongue and her
exquisite cunt? Isn稚 it true that for weeks afterwards we praised Mrs
Kusama痴 great skill in training the korean girl, and that you observed many
times how lucky Matsiko-san was to have such a talented wife, and so
inventive to devise this novel way to entertain her husband and his guests.� Yes, my love. Indeed I remember it well.� Yukio-san, since that spring party a seed has been growing within me. I
know now that this is something I must do. It is something that as well as
bringing me great joy in the doing, will also be for your pleasure and I
hope will bring you great esteem in our circle, as the actions of
Matsiko-san痴 wife brought esteem to her husband. I ask, beloved husband,
that you buy me a little korean or vietnamese slavegirl such as Mrs Kusama
had. Although what I am planning is, I dare say, something very inventive
and new that will outshine our cousin痴 achievement. I am hoping that by the
time of next spring痴 blossoms, I will have transformed our girl slave
completely to become a human dog who will perform most obediently and
charmingly for our guests. Though she will still, of course, have the
appearance of a pretty girl, I will train out of her all human expressions
and habits. She will have forgotten speech. She will walk on all fours, eat
from a bowl, grunt and pant like a dog, and be for all the world my canine
pet. I can picture it all, Yukio-san, everyone will agree she will be the
most captivating pet they have ever seen, and the sight of her will make
your friends� sacred members stiffer than they have ever known. Can you not
picture it, beloved husband, will it not be the most delightful sight to
present to our guests at the time of the falling blossoms?� Yes, my love, I believe that you will make it so. Without doubt it is a
most diverting notion, to turn a dog-eater girl into a dog herself. Does not
their language and manners already make these uncivilised foreign turds
already half-way animals? With your skillful touch, my love, I am sure that
the transformation can be completed. Very well, I shall procure the youngest
and prettiest such specimen there is to be had for you to work on. Though
don稚 think I shan稚 buy you the finest fur coat in Tokyo also, for indeed
your idea pleases me very much and shall be rewarded.�
�
Four days later, early evening, a black van passed through the ten foot
electronic security gates that protected the Yojos� Kyoto villa and cruised
up the fifty yards of tree-lined gravel drive, turned to round the building,
and came to a stop at the villa痴 rear entrance. Two burly looking men got
out of the front of the van, unlocked the rear doors and shouldered the
wooden crate they slid out of the van. Sammy, the Yojos� chauffeur and
majordomo, directed the delivery men through the sliding metal door into
the main storeroom. Unlocking a second door, Sammy then pointed them down a
flight of concrete stairs into the basement while he went to fetch the
mistress.
The delivery men had laid the crate on a polished metal bench that ran along
the side of the first basement storeroom, and were sipping from bottles of
Kirin beer brought them by Mrs Wabashi, the housekeeper. One had rolled up
his sleeves to show off the Tanaka clan tattoos that scrolled around the
knots of his iron arms. Showing respect due to the wife of a senior business
partner of the clan chiefs, the yakuza put down their beer bottles on the
steel bench, straightened themselves, and bowed as Madame Yojo entered.
Sammy stood behind her, his arms folded in front of him around a crowbar.
前ur respects to Yojo-sama,� said iron arm, 疎nd sincere wishes that the
merchandise will satisfy. We hope you will accept the animal as a gift from
us.� Iron arm took the crowbar and prised away the lid of the crate. He reached
inside and took out the girl, lifting her away from the box in the cradle of
his arms, and set her down on the steel bench. She was curled up foetal,
ballgagged, and bound with whipcord around her wrists and ankles. Another
long length of cord pulled the bindings on her hands and feet together and
another then looped around knees, back and elbows bundling her up in a tight
ball.
She was a tiny little thing. Michio stroked the wisps of hair that poked out
of the tight cleft between the backs of her thighs, and squeezed her finger
in between. Then she stroked the girl痴 hair, which had been shewn into a
crude bob, and her face. She ran her long violet nail over the dry lips
stretched over the ballgag, dug into the cheek, and played with the
eyelashes that fluttered and batted like little moth wings over bright
terrified eyes. When the girl tried to turn her head down and bury her chin
in away from Michio痴 playful hand, Michio slapped her hard, and dug all her
nails in hard around the windpipe. The little bitch whimpered and swallowed.
Michio slapped her again, once on each cheek. Then she stroked her face
softly, and rubbed under her chin, and then ran her hand down to where the
girl痴 little bumps of tits were pressed up tight against her knees.
薦xquisite. So tiny. She can稚 be more than about thirteen I壇 think. She is
still virgin, I hope?� Yes certainly madam Yojo. We made a special effort to make sure it was the
freshest and most pure available. This one is not from the city, but a
village girl from the Korean jungle, never touched by a man, from an
illiterate and stupid peasant family, and as you see, little more than a
child. Of course, virginity has been medically checked and is guaranteed,
and it has also been checked free of all diseases and fully inoculated. My
men have been expressly forbidden from playing with the merchandise, and
from touching the breasts or cunt except for the medical examination.� 膳ery good. I wouldn稚 expect anything less. Now please remove the bindings
so I can examine her properly.� Iron arm produced a flick knife from the pocket of his cotton slacks, and
cut the bindings, leaving only the gag and the red impressions of the tying
still on her skin. The girl, however, stayed hugging herself tight in her
ball. Iron arm slapped twice, fast, on her face and then on the back of her
thighs, and shouted in Korean for her to stand up. The girl shuddered and
bit into the ballgag as she was hit, her legs shivering, but she didn稚
move. Michio and the three men saw a trickle of pee running down her thigh
and beginning to form a yellow pool on the shining bench.
選 am very sorry madame Yojo. The animal is completely untrained, of course,
and in a state of shock. Even so, I apologise for this inexcusable
behaviour.� Iron arm picked up the girl, this time with his arms stretched out away from
him to avoid the pee that was dripping from between her legs. He held her up
in the air away from the bench for a second or two, then dropped her on the
floor. The girl crumpled but only curled herself in a ball on the floor.
Iron arm aimed two sharp kicks at the girl痴 legs and shouted at her again
in Korean. Still getting no result, he grabbed her hair in his left hand and
pulled her up to her feet. The shaking girl stood about four and a half
feet, her head against Iron Arm痴 chest. With his right hand he slapped her
again on both cheeks and spat some more words into her ear. Slowly, the girl
started to straighten up and support her own weight.
善retty pretty,� said Michio, who stepped forward to stroke the girl痴
throat, nipples and belly with her nail. And then Michio reached with her
hands to cradle the girl痴 head and tousle her hair. Michio removed the
ballgag. The girl痴 mouth stayed half open, spittle smeared on the lips, and
a raw sobbing sound coming from deep in her throat. Michio pressed her index
finger in between the girl痴 lips, and touched to the inside of her mouth
with her long nail. The girl swallowed and closed her lips on the finger,
but did not bite.
Sammy let out a breath and said 塑ou are very brave, madam, to put your
finger in the animal痴 mouth. Please madam, we do not know if it will turn
wild and bite you. These animals have no sense, they act out of instinct and
fear only.� Michio giggled, and continued to play with her finger in the girl痴 mouth.
塑ou worry too much, Sammy. I think the bitch is not so wild. I think she
will soon be a very obedient good little doggie, I think that already she
knows I am her mistress and that she must not bite me. Now Sammy, you must
take her to the sink and wash her down so I can put my fingers in her little
pissy cunt and see whether that wants to bite me.�
There was a big sink in the corner of the storeroom, at the end of the steel
bench. Sammy took the girl痴 wrist and led her to the sink. Iron Arm came
after Sammy and helped him lift the girl up into the sink. Sammy used
washing up liquid and cold water on the girl痴 cunt and thighs, and Iron Arm
held her shoulders still as she shivered. After they had washed the piss
away, they placed her back on the floor and wiped her dry with tea towels,
then led her back to Michio.
Michio examined the girl for a further five minutes, having Sammy turn her
round as she ran her hands over front and back, pulled and scratched her
skin, pinched her nipples, fingered her cunt and anus. The girl stood
shaking but in position throughout the examination. The low sobbing noise
was constant in her throat, breaking into a low moan when Michio痴 fingers
pulled and teased, and a squeal as her holes were penetrated.
善retty pretty,� said Michio, 宋ery nice.� And she thanked Iron Arm again,
bowed and shook hands with him and the second yakuza, and promised them that
her husband would remember the good work they had done. Sammy called Mrs
Wabashi to show the two men out. Then, the mistress following behind, he
unlocked the door that led along a short corridor, and a second door that
was the third to come off the corridor on the right. Inside was a small bare
concrete boxroom, less than ten foot square, lit by a single striplight. The
only furnishing of the room was an iron ring secured to the floor towards
the far left corner, and extending from this a length of chain less than a
foot long, attached to the end of which was a steel collar. Slapping the
girl on the arse, Sammy gestured for her to kneel on the floor. When she had
done so, he pulled her down by the hair towards the collar, which he
fastened round her neck. The collar locked with a click, pinning the girl
close to the ground by her throat.
Shortly after being locked down, the girl started to struggle against the
chain and to moan and sob out loud. She moved herself into a crouch by the
iron ring and pulled at the chain with her hands.
鮮o, bitch,� said Michio, who had been watching silently, 創o hands. No
hands.� To make herself understood Michio bent down by the girl, grabbed her hands
and pulled the girl痴 arms back behind her, twisting her wrists painfully.
The girl screamed and started to jabber in Korean. On Michio痴 instructions,
Sammy fetched a length of cord and tied the girl痴 hands behind her back.
Then she told him to take off his belt. Michio positioned the girl with her
arse in the air towards her, her head down by the ring in the corner. As
Michio beat her with the belt the girl continued to scream and beg in
Korean. After the beating, the girl curled up on the floor and sobbed.
詮etch her a bowl of water, Sammy,� said Michio. 糎e値l leave her for the
night. Training starts tomorrow.�
�
The bitch, named Pissy to commemorate her first evening in her new home, was
tethered in the back yard of the Yojos� villa. She had been tied out here
four days and three nights, tied by a four foot length of chain to an iron
ring set in a one foot high concrete block in the middle of the gravel yard.
Though she was short enough to stand up without the chain pulling tight, she
couldn稚 stand because of the three inch metal balls strapped on to the
soles of her feet over the red sores of half-heeled whip cuts. And because
if she was caught trying to stand again she would be whipped more on the
soles of her feet as well as on her legs, arse and back. Pissy had learnt
that it was best to stay in a kneeling position at all times, only after the
lights had gone out in the house could she curl up hugging the concrete
block. Each day she smoothed out furrows for her knees and calves in the
sharp gravel, although she would be moved and the gravel swept clean under
her in the morning.
When one of the humans passed through the yard, Pissy would raise herself up
off her ankles, push out her arse and arch her back to stick out her little
tits. She would open her mouth and loll out her tongue, bending her head to
one side. The humans didn稚 pay her any attention, pat or stroke her,
because Pissy was being punished. Except that each morning Sammy would sweep
the yard and bring her water bowl, then order Pissy to bend forward with her
tits over the concrete block and her arse in the air. Then he would whip her
fifteen times with the bamboo cane on her arse, and five between her legs.
In the evening Sammy would refill the water bowl and bring the food bowl,
which contained scraps of rice and meat from the servants� dinner.
Pissy did not eat alone. The Yojos� two dobermans, Sang and Shi, were
brought into the yard and fed at the same time as Pissy. Pissy had to be
quick to eat as much of her food as she could before the dogs had finished
their bowls and turned on her dinner. The first time Pissy had been fed with
Sang and Shi she had tried fighting them off, but she was no match for them
and was scared of their snarling jaws.
After the dogs had eaten, Sammy ordered Pissy into position over the block
and sprayed the bitch hormone between her legs. This drove Sang and Shi
wild, and they would spend at least five minutes snarling and running at
each other to determine who could have the first go that night whilst Pissy
waited, shaking with fear. Although after the first two nights Pissy no
longer pissed herself waiting for the dogs to fuck her.
Sang was usually the winner. After he showed Shi off with a final growl or
nip, Pissy started bracing herself against the block, pressing her elbows
down into the ground, her tits tight on the ring and her head on the ground
on the far side of the block. Although if Sang had trouble finding her hole
Pissy was expected to put her hand back between her legs and guide him in.
Meanwhile, Sang痴 claws were digging and running into Pissy痴 back. After he
was inside, Sang started immediately to buck and hump, scratching Pissy up
with his claws as he tried to find a grip on her back and shoulders. Even
after three nights of this treatment, Pissy was crying and moaning as Sang
fucked her. Her tiny little body was too fragile to take such an assault.
Pissy痴 cunt was bleeding and ripped after her first fucking from Sang. When
the knot of his penis forced its way in to her cunt, Pissy should have
stayed still and let her cunt swell around it. By struggling and yanking
against the unexpected intrusion she was pulling apart the insides of her
cunt, as well as earning bites and scratches from Sang. Though by the third
night she had learnt to keep still through the half hour Sang possessed her,
flooding her with his semen, it would be weeks before her cunt would heal up
and end the pain and discomfort that went with fucking. So the first weeks
of Pissy痴 sexual life branded sex with an association of pain and blood
that Pissy would never lose, even as she learned to retreat into sex as a
sensual respite from coldness and brutality.
Sang and Shi fucked Pissy in turn through the first hours of night, until
Sammy came to take them in to the kennels. As part of her punishment Pissy
was not allowed in to the kennels, and had to curl up to sleep in the yard,
hugging her aching groin against the concrete block.
After the fourth day of her punishment, Pissy was led inside to the kitchen
and fed there instead of in the yard. After eating, she was washed down over
the sink and patted dry with an old towel. Mistress patted Pissy on the bum
and stroked her hair, and pointed for her to lie down on her blanket in the
corner behind the kitchen table. Her chain was fastened to the ring set into
the wall. Pissy slept in the warmth for the first time after was to her an
unmeasurable age of pain and cramp, and her pussy rested. Pissy had learnt
her lesson, she would never try to speak again. Pissy prayed that she could
forget every word of the language she had known.
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