A Lack of Respect
By Michelle M.
School came easy for me when I entered college. I was just over 6 feet tall, weighed 165 lbs, and had olive skin, blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. By this time, I had sprouted a good 10-inch play toy between my legs, making me extremely popular with the young ladies.
My parents bought me a Porsche to drive and unlimited credit cards, so as soon as I got my license, everything a young man could dream of was within my reach.
A habit that developed in high school was how much fun I’d have dating some girl and becoming serious with her. When she thought we had some future, I’d dump her, easily picking up another, only to repeat this process multiple times during those years.
High school and some college years triggered emotions everywhere, from women calling me names to crying. However, the year I graduated with a business degree, one lady in particular showed up at my place with no tears or emotions at all. Her name was Jean.
“Mike, you used me, used my body, took advantage of my emotions in every way possible,” Jean said. “I felt deceived into thinking we had something special. You lied to me, but that was a big mistake. Someday, you’ll find out just how big of a mistake it was.” Then she was gone.
That was the first time I’d been opening threatened, but it didn’t worry me. Already dating a good-looking redhead with big tits, and she was a delight in bed. I wasn’t the least worried about her threats.
As luck would have it, a job offer came my way at graduation from a group of businessmen who had formed a company to buy up manufacturing plants that were in trouble. They’d pick them up for pennies on the dollar and sell off the assets for a huge profit. Then they’d close down the facility or partially close it down, in many cases putting people out of work.
I fit right into this type of business. My bank account and investments were well over the million-dollar mark in less than two years. The future looked like nothing but smooth sailing. At that time, I was planning on retiring at 35 and living the life of a playboy. Enjoying the many adult playgrounds available for guys like me.
I was sent in if a female was in a senior position in the targeted company. That was when a chemical research facility came up on our radar. They were over-extended, and many financial institutions planned to freeze any additional credit lines. Still, the company had been owned by three generations of one family, the granddaughter now running the place as CEO. She was 38, single, never married, and so far, she had been able to come up with needed funds to keep everything floating. From our research, the company could be shut down in a year, give or take a few months, unless they landed a profitable contract.
I was assigned to meet her, see if a relationship could be established, and convince her to sell for a comfortable amount, assuring her future. Then we’d do like we always do: come in and make a nice profit.
Meeting Elaine was easy. She frequented a club regularly each weekend. She was a good-looking brunette with nice firm boobs, nipples always on display, and a killer figure. Sliding onto a stool beside her, I said, “Excuse me, are you saving this for anyone? My name is Mike.”
She smiled, telling me it was vacant. She was easy to talk to. I found out she ran a research department where they worked with some clients on male and female physical changes, even to the point of altering sexual preferences. It sounded fascinating, and had I been thinking clearly, what she told me would have been just the opposite of what our research had discovered.
I was more than surprised at how sexually aroused she seemed, suggesting we move to a small table where we could get to know each other better. As soon as we were in the round booth setting very close, my hand on her bare leg didn’t seem to bother her, making her more aroused and aggressive.
For the first time in my life, I had met a woman who was more dominant or seemed more dominant than me. She unzipped my shorts and stroked my shaft. Her mouth covered me, licking the head, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft, making me whimper a little. Taking me to the edge of exploding, and then she stopped.
“We need to be someplace where I can fuck your brains out. We have a playroom at the factory that I know you’d love. Would you like to see it?” Elaine asked.
While she asked, her hand kept stroking my cock firmly but slowly. Somehow, this had me more turned on than I’d ever been before, not thinking straight, nodding my head that I’d love to see the room.
Taking my hand, telling me we’d go in her car, leaving mine in the parking lot, my pants down so she could keep me on the edge while we drove to her lab. Not going through the main gate, we entered a side door filled with a huge selection of sex toys, furniture, and various straps and whips. Fixing us a drink, I was in such an erotic stage. I didn’t see her drop a small white tablet into my glass.
Slipping off her one-piece outfit, her tits were magnificent, a pussy shaved with the most exciting puffy lips I had ever seen. Straddling my lap, enjoying the drinks, she began a sexual dance on my lap, causing me to become more and more aroused, unaware of the muscle loss from the drug she had given me until it was too late.
Arms hanging uselessly at my side, looking at her, a combination of fear and terror in my eyes. “What have you done to me?” I asked. “I can’t move. What is happening?”
She took great delight in telling me her company was not in any financial trouble but falsified the reports to see if they’d send me to be the front man. The lab specializes in changing certain scents and sometimes desires to suit various outcomes better. For example, they could make a dog want to only fuck cats, cats that would desire dogs, and so on.
That was when the shock of my life took place. Stepping into the room, a familiar face, Jean hugged Elaine. “I see you’ve already meant my older sister, Mike. We have been so excited to have you join us so you can experience the joy you have given to so many.”
My breathing was becoming difficult to maintain, and fear gripped every cell in my body. Looking at the two sisters, I said, “Please, I’m sorry for how I treated you. You don’t have to do this. I promise I’ll change. Please don’t do anything to me.”
Nothing I was saying seemed even to be heard. They moved me to a padded bench, securing my knees, ankles, and wrists then Jean gave me a series of shots along the opening of my ass. Then patting my ass, Jean said, “Now we just have to wait for the drugs to take effect, then applying some special scented gel, you’ll be ready to be used like you have done all your life to others.”
Begging them that if they let me go, I wouldn’t tell anyone. I’d go back to the company explaining this was a big mistake. Jean knelt close to my face and said, “The club’s cameras were conveniently turned off this evening. Your cute little sports car is being stripped as we speak. When you’re completely re-programmed, we have already sold you to a club owner in Mexico, specializing in strange sexual entertainment.”
Before I could process what she was saying, my ass tingled and then burned. That was when the gel was applied, and Jean led a big brown Labrador into the area. As soon as he caught my scent, I could see his small pointy pink cock come out of his sheath. That’s when it hit me what was about to happen.
“No, please, no, don’t let this happen. Ohh, please forgive me. I have money. I can pay you, please,” I begged.
That was as far as I got. The huge dog licked my ass, sending a shot of pure sexual pleasure through my body. One of them, kissing me, said, “The shots have changed you into a female dog. Being in pure heat, you need to get fucked, need to be impregnated, need to reproduce. The gel tells the dog you’re ready to become its bitch.”
I heard what she had said. My body was betraying me. The need to have the dog’s cock inside me was beyond any urge or feeling I’d ever had, but my mind was screaming for this to stop. It wasn’t natural to be used by anyone, let alone a dog dropping my head down, trying to figure out what was happening to me. When he mounted me, his cock slipped easily inside, triggering the most erotic sexual feeling I’ve ever experienced. The rapid fucking, brought me closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly his knot slipped in, triggering a massive eruption, cum shooting out of my cock, leaving me throbbing, while he loaded me with his seed.
When he pulled out, his cum ran down my legs, my cock hard, pulsing again. Jean was sitting in a chair close to me. “You were just fucked by a dog. You had an orgasm while being fucked by a dog. How do you feel?”
Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I could not speak. Why had they done this to me? My whole body was shaking.
The two undid my restraints, helping me onto an exam table, securing the ankles and wrists again, then playing with my already hard cock.
It only took a few minutes to get me aroused again. Then shots were given in each of my balls, one more in the head of the shaft, kissing me again. “Now we just wait for these shots to take effect, then we’ll show you the final project,” Elaine said.
The administration of the injections had caused so much pain I was crying, begging them to stop, but in an hour or so, a strange new scent was picked up by me. It only took a few minutes for me to become rock-hard from the smell.
Elaine was standing close to me. “What is that smell, it feels like it is exciting me, but I don’t recognize it?” She giggled while she stroked me. “Good, the shots are working. You need to be fucked by a dog, but what you’re smelling are the juices of a donkey in heat. In a few minutes, we’ll release you so you can give her the pleasure she needs.”
My hips were humping, cock as hard as ever, and bawling at what they had done to me. I needed to be used by a dog while I fucked a female donkey. My body was again shaking, and a donkey was brought in as the restraints were undone. Dropping to my knees, licking the juices she was producing, stroking my shaft, standing, slipping it inside her easily, gripping her flanks, pumping in and out, her tail moving back and forth against my body.
She was so warm, feeling perfect in every way. It did not take long for me to fill her with my semen. When I pulled out, I was completely satisfied, but never in my life have I been more embarrassed. A wave of submissive feelings washed over me just as a beautiful brunette stepped up, snapping a collar on me.
“He will be perfect. The members will love my new show,” she said.
Not resisting, I was taken to a private jet, arriving south of Mexico City. That evening being introduced as the new act, a big dog fucked me, bringing on the usual climax from me, then wrapping up the evening by fucking a cute grayish-black donkey, instantly falling in love.
Jean said she would get even, but I’m enjoying my new life. I am so grateful she helped me understand who I love. Dogs and Donkeys.
The End.
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