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"Ex_cuse_ you!" the young Shiba Inu bitch snarled as she shoved past the much larger German shepherd male to get onto the train, shoulder checking him in the stomach in the process. "Ever heard of ladies first?"

The shepherd narrowed his eyes at the diminutive female, stepping onto the public transport, but kept his peace. He wedged himself against a pole in the standing-room-only car, and waited for it to leave the station. The Shiba stood in the center of the aisle with her arms clutched around a bundle of posters upon which he could see words like "feminism" and "equality" written. Considering the fact that she wore a micro miniskirt so small that her entire rear end was plainly visible and a tube top that was barely a scrap of cloth across her flat chest, he found it rather ironic.

"Miss? Would you like to sit?" an elderly hyena male inquired solicitously, half-rising from his seat.

"What 'cause I'm a girl, I can't stand?" the Shiba snapped back at him, eliciting an expression of jaw-dropping shock at her unwarranted vitriol. "I don't need you pushing your patriarchical condescension on me!"

Then the train started forward and the young bitch fell backward with a squeal. For a second, the shepherd considered just letting her fall, but he reached out an arm to catch her and lifted her slightly to set her back on her paws, ending up with her pressed against his side and his arm around her shoulders.

"Get off me, you cis-het scum male!" she screeched, causing the hyena's jaw to nearly hit the floor as she yanked herself free. "I oughtta charge you with assault and rape!"

The German shepherd let out a growl that was so soft as to not be heard over the noise of the train, but she had just added on the straw that broke the camel's back. The worst of it was the bitch-in-heat scent wafting off of her to make his pants tighten. In some states, it was perfectly legal to bend a female in heat over and fuck her senseless, whether she wanted it or not, but not in Illinois, unfortunately. She stood glaring at him in the middle of the aisle as they neared the next station, everyone else save the hyena doing their best to ignore the ridiculous scene she seemed insistent on creating. Assault and rape, indeed. He would teach her the meaning of the words.

Then the brakes applied as the train pulled in. She stumbled toward the front of the car, tripped, fell, and face-planted with her ass in the air and kees spread, revealing a deliciously tiny little canine cunt and not even a scrap of fabric to cover it. Obviously, she was a "liberated" feminist, a real bra burner. She levered herself into a kneeling position, her posters scattering across the floor of the car as she used her hands to stem the flow of blood from her nose.

"Why didn't you catch me?" she demanded in muffledly outraged tones of those who had failed to rescue her from her second tumble.

This tickled the hyena's funny bone and he set to cackling loudly. Her ears and tail tucked at the humiliating sound and she began gathering up her posters, wadding one up to use in place of a tissue. She plopped herself into a vacated seat as passengers entered and exited the train, setting her bundle of hate-filled posters firmly on the seat beside her. She sat sniffling and trying to stop her nosebleed for the remainder of the ride. The train slowly emptied until only she and the shepherd remained. He took the time to study her while pretending to gaze past her out the window.

She couldn't be more than fifteen years old, and he pitied the parents who were forced to put up with her. No doubt they tried their best, but here it was nearly midnight on a school night, and she was out dressed like rape-bait and just begging for someone to take it. Aside from her almost complete lack of clothing, she sported a ladder of rings piercing the outer lobe of each ear, more rings through the nipples on her stomach, and another through her clit and spade-tip, which he could see clearly beneath her almost nonexistent skirt. Her fur and nails were very well kept and she looked to be a very healthy little girl. If not for her attitude, she would have been quite attractive, and he would most likely have tried to get beneath her tail anyways.

The lights flashed off and on as the train pulled into the final station. Wisely, she waited until it had come to a complete stop before rising and exiting, leaving behind a puddle of mingled pussy juice and estrus blood on the seat. He watched her fluffy backside and curly tail until she reached the stairs and cast a last glare over her shoulder at him. The shepherd stepped over to the vacated seat once she was out of sight and bent down to rub his nose in her leavings, coating it in her delectable scent. His cock hardened instantly in his pants, tenting them, and he let out a low rumble of needful anticipation, licking up the small puddle. Only then did he follow after her.

As he came out of the station, he spotted her hustling down the street, no doubt heading home to sneak in and hope her parents hadn't noticed how late she had been out. The shepherd grinned to himself and went to his car, popping open the trunk to check that he had everything he would need while keeping one eye on the retreating female. Satisfied, he got in and started it up, trailing her with his lights off. He waited patiently for his chance and was rewarded when she began to cross the five-lane street in an area that had no lights to reveal him. He gunned the engine and snapped on his headlights at the last moment, stunning and blinding her. The impact was quite satisfying as she crumpled and rolled up over the hood and roof to collapse on the street behind him. He put the car in park and left it idling as he stepped out and went around to the trunk, whistling a merry tune along the way.

Ignoring the bleeding, groaning pile of battered flesh for the moment, he popped his trunk and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Now, he turned his attention to the injured female. She lay twisted, her arms moving in a weak, aimless manner, her head lolling back and forth with no real cognizance, completely disoriented. One leg was bent the wrong way at the knee, and the other was trapped bent beneath her. With swift efficiency, he flipped her onto her back and began taping her ankles together. It dragged a weak cry from her due to the no doubt excruciating pain of her inverted knee being wrestled back into the proper direction, but he ignored it. He pulled her arms behind her and wrapped them in tape as well, starting at her elbows and working his way down to cover her hands entirely. He elicited an audible scream when he pulled her into a painful arch, bending her legs up until her paws touched her elbows then proceeding to tape her lower arms to her hocks. He finished off by clamping a hand around her muzzle and taping it shut as well. He didn't stop until he had mummified her entire head, leaving only her nose clear for breathing, though how well she could do so with blood flowing out of it was anyone's guess.

Using her bound limbs as a handle, he lifted her up and chucked her into the trunk, slamming it shut, then got back into the car and pulled away at a sedate pace. He drove for an hour, taking several unnecessary turns and doubling back on his route just to make sure she was fully disoriented and would never be able to find her way home without help if she managed to get free. When he at last pulled into his own driveway, he pulled all the way around to the back of the house, by the kennels. The dogs danced by the fence as he got out of the car, whining for his attention, and he decided to indulge them before tending to his unwilling guest. He let himself into the pen and knelt down to pet the two feral German shepherd studs. They sniffed eagerly at him, inhaling the scent of heated female, their tails wagging furiously and the tips of their cocks poking free of their sheaths. He calmed them down and refilled their food and water dishes before sending them into the exercise yard to burn off some energy and take care of their business.

Returning to his car, he opened the trunk and was hit in the face with the overwhelming reek of her estrus mixed with the tang of blood and the sharp scent of urine. Her fur was sodden with it; she must have drank a gallon and a half of water before getting on the train. He inhaled the delectable aroma, growling deep in his chest, and unzipped his pants to relieve the pressure as his shaft shot to full flag. She lay there, trembling and snorting blood from her nose. He was half surprised she had survived the drive, but he wasn't complaining. The bound bitch let out a muffled scream when he picked her up, so he bounced her to get another one from her. He retrieved the duct tape and carried her into the studding room attached to the kennel. Dropping her on the hard concrete floor, which caused the air to wuff from her lungs, he left her struggling to breathe and strode over to the storage closet.

Not every bitch who was brought to be studded was a willing one, and he had invested in a breeding bench to prevent them from harming either themselves or his boys. It was a simple contraption that folded away for easy storage, consisting of a padded bench that could be adjusted for the height of the dog, adjustable bars with padded cuffs to hold the legs still, and a collar affixed to a pole to hold the head. The work of a few moments saw it set up and bolted it to the floor. He heaved the young female onto it and locked her neck into the collar before using a pocket knife to free her arms and legs. Instead of using the padded cuffs, he used more duct tape. Each limb was folded and taped to itself, then taped them to the poles of the stand. Feeling inventive, he returned to his car to snag several bungie cords from his trunk and used them to stretch beneath the bench, hooking the ends onto her nipple rings, pulling them painfully taut. It took a pair of them hooked together to stretch between her clit ring and the collar, and she was screaming bloody murder and rocking the stand slightly with her struggles by the time it was finally latched on.

He disrobed while he gave her a few minutes to get the screaming out of her system and quiet down to sobbing whimpers, nearly clogging her only breathing passage with snot. When he felt she had been given time enough, he opened the door to the exercise yard and called his dogs. They hurried in, knowing what the room was used for, and began eagerly sniffing and licking at the exposed canine cunt of the Shiba. She tried to lower her tail and whipped her head back and forth in vigorous denial. His boys, however, were well trained and well behaved. He called them to heel with a sharp command to sit and stay, then approached the shivering, sobbing bitch.

"Now, if you wanted to charge me with assault, you'd be perfectly right to do so," he told her, speaking loudly to make sure she heard him through the tape, "but I won't be guilty of rape. You have a choice. You can either lift that curly tail of yours and let me fuck you, or I can leave you alone with the boys right now, and they'll keep you company all night long. You're going to get fucked. It's only your choice whether or not it's by me."

She shivered and whined, and he gave her a minute to think it over. Predictably, she nodded and lifted her tail, hanging her head in shame. He gave her a condescending pat on the head before taking his place behind her. His pointed cock was hard as steel and freely leaking lube, his knot already half formed as he knelt behind her and rested his hands lightly on her hips. He savored the sight of her puffy little spade, its tip stretched beneath the bench of the breeding stand by the bungie cord hooked through her clit ring. Little pearls of estrus-laced feminine fluid dripped onto the floor, and he moved his cocktip forward to catch a few drops before pressing it to her cute little cunny. At feeling the size of his puppy-maker, she began to shake her head and tried to lower her tail. It was, however, far too late for that. He took a firm grip on the bitch, digging his fingers cruelly into her flesh, and slammed himself forward in one massive thrust.

She had been a virgin, he could tell, but that was now just a memory. She was frozen in pain, her inner muscles trembling and spasmodically clenching around him. It was almost like she was orgasming, though he knew she was experiencing the exact opposite sensation. He didn't give her more than a few seconds before pulling back and ramming his blood-coated cock back into her, slamming his pointed tip against the rear wall of her birth canal. She was only able to fit two thirds of his length so far, but he was intent on getting himself knot deep in this bitch, and he'd managed to do it with tighter bitches before. All it took was determination and perseverance. After a full minute of brutal fucking, he felt the entrance to her womb finally bow to his will, letting him slide deep into her innermost chamber and slam his half-swollen knot against the taut ring of her formerly tear-drop-shaped vulva.

Her scream was a constant, high-pitched whine that whistled through her nose as he began working his knot into her. He pulled back to just his tip and rammed himself home once more, enjoying the wet, meaty smack and the little hitch in her squeal when their hips met. He did it again, feeling himself slip further inward, nearly half of his knot stretching her, causing a noticeable rise in the pitch of her shriek. One last time, he pulled back until just his tip remained nestled inside her, resettled his grip on her, scooted his knees further forward, and plowed his way in. He heard her flesh tear as he broke his way into her, and she made strange choking noises. His bulb instantly swelled to lock him inside her, ballooning to the size of his fist in seconds.

Considering she was half his size, he wasn't surprised when he felt a popping sensation around it and a sudden loosening of her grip on him as her muscles gave way. Her head dropped, falling limp as she passed out, but that didn't stop him. He plowed her with swift, vicious, truncated thrusts, yanking hard against his knot when he pulled back and rutting deep into her with each press forward. It didn't take him terribly long to cum, only a few minutes. Not his best, but he wasn't really worried about lasting. He let loose a torrent of puppy batter into her young, fertile, and entirely unprotected womb. After the first almost violent rush of orgasm had passed, he lifted a leg and turned to face away from her as though they were both feral canines.

Of course, he didn't stay that way; his boys were eager for their turn at the bitch, and he wasn't going to disappoint them. He used his hands to balance himself and lifted his paws to press against her rump. Slowly, he pressed with his legs until her resisting pussyflesh was bowed out away from her body in the shape of his cunt-wrecking knot. All it took then was a swift, hard kick, like launching himself from the side of a swimming pool. It hurt like hell, as though his cock was going to be pulled out at the root, but his flesh proved stronger than hers. He tore free with a ripping sound and a wet slurp, accompanied by a long wail from the suddenly awakened bitch. She quickly passed out again, so he didn't worry himself about it.

He took a minute to clean himself up with a spare rag then took his surgical kit out of storage. She wasn't the first bitch that had been broken in this room, and she wouldn't be the last. The sheherd was a veterinarian by trade and was well versed in keeping them alive. His first task was to excise some unneeded flesh from the misfortunate female. His knot trick had prolapsed her pussy, part of her vaginal canal inverting to dangle from her ruptured spade. He finished the process, pulling on the flesh and rolling it up on itself, using a speculum to spread her and check on his progress. When he had pulled it tight clear to her womb, he used a scalpel to circumcise her, cutting her puffy spade clean off, along with her clit and the loose flesh he had pulled free from inside her.

Surgical glue and stitches stuck her vaginal wall back in place. She woke up twice during the hour long surgery, causing such a fuss that he was forced to knock her out again by the expedient of digging his fingers into her damaged cunt until she passed out again from the pain. Under normal circumstances, he would have recommended at least a month with no sexual activity to allow her much abused sex time to heal, but he wasn't going to make his boys wait that long. While she was out, he decided to make a few more modifications. First, he untaped her legs, pulling out huge swaths of fur as he peeled it away, and took a hammer to her paws. He did his best to make sure every last little bone in them had been smashed then rolled them into a ball and taped them up, ensuring that they would heal completely deformed and that she would never walk on them again. Next, he amputated her fingers, leaving her with paddle-like paws instead of hands.

Last, but far from least, he peeled the tape off of her head. He did it as viciously as he could, ripping out fur and taking some skin along with it, leaving behind a mass of irritated red where she'd once had a rather fetching face. He left her there for a few minutes while he went into the house to fetch what would become her new face and came back to find the elder of his two dogs already knot deep in her and dumping his load. The German shepherd simply shook his head and chuckled before kneeling in front of the still unconscious female. He had brought a very special muzzle. The interior contained a ring gag and mouth guards that would cover her teeth in soft silicone. The outside looked much like her recently removed canine spade, with a hole for her nose above it. He applied a depilatory cream to her head to remove the last of her fur before fitting the guards and ring gag into place, then coated the interior of the black latex muzzle with superglue before sliding it onto her and tightening the straps that were meant to hold it in place. She now had a broken, bleeding hole where her pussy had been and her muzzle had been transformed into a pussy instead.

Then came the waiting. He wanted her awake for the last of her transformation, so he simply sat patiently while the feral canines took turns fucking her full of puppies. Two hours later, she came awake screaming, her eyes darting wildly and blinking in the light they had been deprived of for so long, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was much more audible now that her mouth was no longer blocked, and he simply grinned at the sound of her discomfort. Eventually, she quieted to wracking sobs and fastened pleading eyes on her tormentor as the dog who had mounted her slipped off and turned to tie.

"I bet you're wondering why I did all this, aren't you?" he asked her rhetorically. "Well, firstly, because you're an entitled, self-righteous little cunt who wants to be treated as a delicate, special little snowflake while pretending to fight for equality and preaching hate, and you deserved it. Secondly, because I wanted to. Thirdly, so that next time you get 'triggered' it will be for a damn good and actually real reason instead of that deluded mental diarrhea you've got in your head. By the way, in case you're wondering why you hurt so much down there, it wasn't just the repeated rapes." He held up her dissevered spade and the attached tissue. "This is your clit, vulva, g-spot, and all the nerve-laden flesh that could ever have given you pleasure. You'll never enjoy it, and it will most likely be painful for the rest of your life. I just wanted you to know that before I finish with your transformation."

She shook her head vigorously, thrashing, struggling to break free. It was a hopeless fight, and he didn't care to wait it out until she realized it. He simply punched her head until she stopped moving; it left his fist smarting, but it shut her up. Before putting on the last touch of her new look, he sewed her eyelids shut, then applied more glue to the rest of her head, leaving only her ears untouched. He slid the muzzle's companion hood onto her head and fastened it down, a thick, leather collar clasping around her throat at its bottom. The best feature of the collar was that it contained a powerful remote shock device that he was going to very much enjoy using on her repeatedly and frequently. It would just about require surgery to remove the articles, especially after the glue set and bonded the latex permanently to her. He waited until she came to a moaning wakefulness before taking her new face-cunt for a test drive, nearly drowning her in seed when he dumped his load down her throat.

He left her there, bound, battered, and broken, for his dogs to enjoy. She was going to have a nice, big litter if they had their way, and they were going to have their way. He showered, ate, and slept, drifting off with a live camera feed of the bitch being raped piped onto his large flatscreen. When he woke, both boys happened to be knotted in her: one for her cunt and one for her face-turned-cunt. He wandered back over to the breeding room at a leisurely pace, giving them a few minutes to get free of her before he arrived. She was conscious and crying when he entered, and she began violently trembling upon hearing him. He wasted no time in kneeling before her, shoving his cock into her mouth, and letting loose a powerful stream of morning piss down her throat before facefucking her to orgasm.

When his knot shrank enough for him to pull out, he turned the boys out into the yard and attended his newest pet, applying antibacterial ointment to her wounded hole and hands, applying some new stitches and glue to re-affix what had came loose, and giving her a shot of antibiotics. She continued to shiver and sob and made not the slightest attempt to stop him from doing exactly as he pleased to her. When he had finished his examination, he completed her infibulation by sewing and glueing her cunt shut so that it would heal into a solid barrier that would only be broken open again when she gave birth, adding a whole new dimension of pain to the process. As a reward for her good behavior, he gave her a shot of painkillers afterward then moved around to her head to pet her ears soothingly.

"Now, I know you may think I'm going to kill you," he told her, "but I'm not. You're going to have a nice, loooong life, but I am going to hurt you. Often and badly. You're going to spend just about every single day of your life in pain, and you'll come to relish those few precious moments when you aren't as a precious gift from your new god, namely me. As far as you're concerned, I am the one and only true god, and the two boys you had so much fun with last night are my prophets. I hope you enjoyed their company, since you'll be staying with them unless you're a very, very good little bitch. Then I might let you sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. If you're not, well, I'll just have to hurt you even worse, then, won't I?"

She shook her head vigorously, whining and whimpering, denying that she would ever be a bad girl. He simply grinned at that and captured her cheeks in his hands to hold her still while he planted a tender kiss on her nose.

"Very good, Bitch," he praised her. "I don't like disobedient dogs. Dogs that don't listen to me take a long, long time to die, but good girls get to go free eventually. All you have to do is be a proper little bitch and make lots and lots of puppies with those two handsome gentlemen you spent the night with. Give me ten healthy litters, and I'll drop you off back where I found you. Ten litters, two heats a year, that's only five years. You still won't be able to get drunk legally, but you'll be free again. Sound like a good deal?"

She nodded furiously, ready to agree to anything that would include getting away from the sociopathic torturer who had kidnapped her.

"That's my good girl. Now, I'm going to put my cock in your mouth, and you're going to suck me off, okay?"

She nodded again, more reluctantly but still being a good girl, and he did just as he said he would, feeding his cock through the false vulva that fronted the muzzle. She was good to her word, too, using her tongue and swallowing around him until he couldn't help but fuck her until he knotted. When he came free again, he removed the last of her bindings and clipped a leash to her collar. She could barely move, but he let her set the pace as he led her out into the exercise yard and let her free to learn about her new home as best she could. Later, he would make sure to feed her and clean her up. For now, she was left alone with a pair of randy feral males yet again. But with the hole they wanted sealed shut, she was going to have a real pain in the ass before they were done.

What he hadn't told her, of course, was that she was unlikely to carry even one litter to term. He enjoyed using his pets as punching bags during his daily workout and particularly enjoyed ramming large objects into a pregnant female's body until she went into premature labor. He also hadn't told her that if she ever did manage to meet his criteria, he'd be dropping her off as a pile of mangled body parts rather than more or less whole and alive, though leaving her on the street corner as nothing but a head and heavily pregnant torso might prove interesting. It would certainly make the news.

He had made sure she would be disfigured for life without some serious and costly medical treatment that would almost certainly have to include genemod therapy to restore her to her former appearance and functionality. He planned on mutilating her even further, until she barely resembled a living thing. She was going to look as ugly outside as she was inside before he was done, and he was going to take pleasure in every single second of her suffering. It made him hard just thinking about it. Maybe he wouldn't let the boys have first crack at that tight little pucker beneath her tail after all.