Epilogue
After two years as Master's stable-hands, Thomas and Danny left Master to set up
a business of their own. Master wished both of them the best of luck and gave
both a parting present.
To Thomas Master gave his slave boys Carlos. When Carlos was told this he was of
course filled with great sadness at leaving Master, but he was also very excited
for he loved Thomas as well. Had he known what was in store for him, he might
have been less enthusiastic, but in any case he was just a slave with no control
over his own life. At first he did much the same as he had done for Master:
keeping house and always being around for a quick fuck or a torture session to
ease the tension for Master Thomas. Then Master Thomas's business grew and one
of the things Master Thomas ran was a whorehouse. A whorehouse with slaves of
almost all descriptions: men, women and those in between. As Carlos still ran
around in high-heels since his feet were so used to them that he could use no
other footwear or even run around barefoot, and his movements were quasi-
feminine, Master Thomas decided that Carlos might as well take one step further.
Now Master Thomas had she-males and sissies in his stable of slaves so there was
no need to transform Carlos into one of these. Instead he did something crueler.
Tying Carlos down to a table so he couldn't move at all, he first gave Carlos a
magnificent handjob, leaving him babbling out his thanks to his cruel master.
Then he produced a scalpel and to Carlos desperate screams he castrated him
before carefully cleaning and closing the wound. To complete the torture he made
Carlos eat his own testicles.
When Carlos' wounds had healed, Master Thomas put a brutally restrictive corset
on his waist and made a whore out of him. Carlos spent the rest of his life as a
miserable, sexless whore boy in Master Thomas whorehouse, his tiny useless sex
always on display for the amusement of the patrons.
To Danny Master gave Robert, something Robert was secretly ecstatic about. He
loved Danny just as much he loved Master and Danny had fucked him almost every
day during the last year, so Robert looked forward to being Master Danny's
property.
Robert, however, was in for a nasty surprise. Master Danny recognized that a
great deal of dominants delivered a great number of slaves to their customers,
almost all well-trained in the basic slave skills. The price of a regular slave
was comparatively low, and if a master were to charge a higher price he must
deliver either an exceptionally well-trained and devoted slave or a slave shaped
into something special. Master Danny chose the latter path. He chose to make and
sell slaves shaped in special ways and as his field of expertise he chose human
dogs. As his first experiment, as the example to show off to customers, he chose
Robert. Less than a week after arriving at Master Danny's new place, securely
bound in a wooden crate, Robert was sent off to the doctor. The doctor followed
Master Danny's directions and removed Robert's lower arms, including the elbow
joint. He also removed Robert's lower legs, including the knees. Robert spent
four weeks in a drug induced coma while his wounds healed and when he woke up
Master Danny gave him no time to adapt to the situation, but instead started
training Robert straightaway. Paw-like cups of hard rubber were fitted to the
ends of Robert's mangled limbs, thus enabling him to walk on these without
stressing the bones directly. Robert was almost hysterical at the loss of his
limbs, but when he tried to tell Master Danny this all he could produce were
pitiful growls, whimpers and half-strangled barks as his voice had been fixed.
He could offer no objections as Master Danny started training him for his new
life.
First Master Danny gave him a new name: Fido. Every time he heard it his face
stung with shame and humiliation, but in time he reacted only to that name, the
name "Robert" almost forgotten. Apart from a collar and a leash Fido wore no
restraints, as he was easy to control since he ran very poorly on his new stump
legs. He quickly learned to fetch a stick and roll over, as a proper dog should.
He was, however, sexually very frustrated as Master Danny never granted him
orgasms. His cock was left unfettered and when Master Danny petted Fido's
stomach he often stroked Fido's cock as well, but he was very careful to not let
him cum, instead leaving him hanging on the edge. Fido whimpered and begged but
it's strict Master would have none of it. Pretty soon Fido was humping people's
legs and chairs in desperate attempts to get off, But Master Danny always
stopped him before he shot his load. Besides, it was very limited what pleasure
he got out of rubbing his cock against a boot, no matter how much it amused the
master who stuck out his foot.
Just when it seemed to Fido that he was to be denied orgasms altogether Master
Danny introduced someone who would make Fido cum. Master Danny had bought and
trained a huge dog by the name of "Bull". Bull was a cross between a Great Dane,
a Rottweiler and Doberman and he was both very aggressive and very possessive.
And Fido was his property, Master Danny sure that he understood this. To Fido's
food had been added a compound that made him smell like a bitch in heat. This
increased Bull's interest in him greatly. Fido had been scared badly when Master
Danny had led Bull into the room and Bull had smelled his ass before forcing
Fido to submit. When Fido had been forced down on the ground and Bull had put
his jaws around his throat, he had pissed himself, but afterwards Bull had
treated him just like any other dog on the bottom of the hierarchy. A few days
later, however, Bull had mounted Fido, making him whimper in fear. Bull had a
huge cock, much larger than that of ordinary dogs, indeed this was one of the
reasons Master Danny had chosen him, and when the initial shock had passed Fido
found to his great surprise that he actually liked the fucking. Maybe it was
because it was such a long time since anyone had fucked him. Maybe it was
because Bull was a good lover or that he, Fido, was a true pervert, but whatever
the reason Fido began moving with the rhythm and soon the pressure from behind
combined with the long months of denial and Fido came while a real dog fucked
him from behind. For Fido, who had once been Robert, this was both the lowest
point in his life and the beginning of his relationship with his new master:
Master Bull. The next time Bull wanted to fuck him he put up token resistance,
but soon he eagerly looked forward to being fucked by his new master and he
lived out his life as Bull's bitch.
As for Tan-Tan and Jo-Jo their lives as ponies changed very little, an endless
circle of obedience, adoration of Master, training, punishment and sex. Master
believed in continuous training and he drove the ponies hard all the time. New
stable-hands arrived to train, fuck and punish them and new house slaves came to
rub oil into their skins and give them fabulous orgasms, but their lives varied
little. Tan-Tan's mind rotted away until he was unaware of the basic connection
he had with the people training and punishing him; namely that they were human.
Tan-Tan and Jo-Jo were Master's creatures, shaped like he wanted them, obeying
his every command.
They frequently participated in the pain-races and often won. Their encounter
with the master who had used chili oil and camphor and the subsequent
punishment/training had turned them into ponies that performed no matter how
much pain they were in. Anything else resulted in too much pain. The pain races
were extremely taxing for the ponies, wearing both their minds and their bodies
down.
Master breath play also continued undiminished in strength, steadily sapping
away what little mental faculties they had left.
Finally one day, more than four years after Master had lifted the man who had
then been named Mark out of his car and onto the dirt outside the stables and
started turning him into a human pony called Tan-Tan, Master had to admit to
himself that Tan-Tan and Jo-Jo were reaching the end of the line. Master's
ponies usually lasted three to five years, depending on how hard they had been
driven and what they had been made of in the first place, but eventually all the
brutal training caught up with them. Their brains sustained damage to the point
where motor reflexes started to fail and the ponies lost their value,
entertainment wise and in other ways.
Jo-Jo had developed a strange muscular spasm causing him to jerk his head
incessantly and no amount of punishment could make him stop. Tan-Tan had lost
all control over his bladder and bowels and had it not been for his butt-plug,
shit would run out of his ass just as urine did out of his cock. He had also
begun drooling and he was seemingly unaware of any of these things. Master
admitted to himself that the end had come for the two ponies.
THE END
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