It's been over a week since Jayson has arrived at his new “forever” home. His journey into his new life has not exactly been a vacation. It's been a total hell. His body is bruised. He's been beaten so many times, he's lost count. His new dog bed reeks of piss because he's unable to move at night, therefore he's forced to just piss on it and lay there. And the humiliation just gets worse.
He and the other two puppys are taken outside daily to relieve their bowels, then hosed down, and occasionally washed with the cold water and a cheap soap. And they used a rough brush to scrub them. All of this was done by the slave boy that attended the BIB Hunt with Giovanni and Lady Ann. He wasn't a very pleasant person either.
That particular boy had a cruel streak in him too, and treated the three pups poorly, especially Jayson. He was told to constantly degrade the new puppy and beat on him when he showed signs of resistance. Those signs were plenty in the beginning, now they are getting extremely few and far between. The merge of Jayson and the puppy called Bitch is blurring the line within Jayson’s head. He's having trouble differentiating between himself and the puppy.
Jayson is slipping further from being the cocky, streetwise young man that liked forcing himself on others as he becomes the frightened, pathetic, and dehumanized slave forced to live as a dog and having all of his humanity stripped away. The only joy he felt was when he slept, and could escape this hell. However, Giovanni had seen that coming and intended to take his sanctuary away.
When Jayson hears the door at the top of the steps open, he shakes some in fear. No telling what horrible thing is in store for him. Two days ago, he was told to stand and look at himself in a mirror. He screamed in my mind. He howled like a sad puppy. What he saw wrecked him. His balls were solid black, shriveled up, and looked like they were a million years old. He knew instantly they were done. He practically died inside, crying, begging God for mercy. However, none was ever granted.
So, on the morning of the 8th day, he hears the door open, steps coming down the stairs, he trembles in fear, but a part of him is hoping it's Giovanni or his wife, his “daddy” or “mommy”. The last few times they've been downstairs with him, they've been showing kindness, including giving him “treats”, pieces of cookies actually. But they gave the puppy joy, a small reminder of better days. And he was starting to appreciate the act of kindness and generosity, and felt giddy when given one. In his head, his thinking was being reduced to words and emotions with a child-like simplicity, he's losing the ability to think of himself in the first person, no I or me, mostly referring to himself as Bitch now.
He now hears heels walking on the concrete floor. And instantly thinks, yay mommy here. But there's still that small spark of Jayson inside his head that thinks, fuck her! However, he's being conditioned to respond like a puppy, so he gets up and starts feeling happy that mommy is here, when he notices his balls staying on the bed.
The banding was successful and the former free, human boy named Jayson was now down on all fours, looking at his former ball sack laying there, and inside his mind, Jayson screams bloody murder. The puppy itself, feeling Jayson’s anger and frustration, starts howling up a storm. This makes Lady Ann, who just approached the cage holding the puppy, start laughing as soon as she sees the boy's ball sack sitting on the bed.
“Ahhh my little puppy is truly a bitch now!” She says laughing. Of course, the boy hears this and feels more anger, so the howls get louder. She smiles as she watches this scene playing out. Finally, after getting enough pleasure from the boy's emasculation and total destruction of his manhood, she opens the cage, stepping in as she grabs a riding crop from a hook on the outside of the cage.
She approaches the puppy, and growls and barks at her. Jayson is at that point of no return, and seeing his nut sack and dead balls laying there woke up that small part of Jayson still inside his head, and he's beyond angry at this woman. So he's growling and barking at the woman, baring his teeth, fighting to get control of his mind, body, and life back. He's getting the growling down pact, Lady Ann thinks, but I can't have this dumbfuck believing he has hope.
And Jayson is feeling some hope, because he's thinking the woman's greatest weapon against him is gone. She can't make him feel the pain he was experiencing with the banding process. He believes he just needs to regain control of his body, after all, she left the cage open, so he's hoping he can make a get away. Then he feels the first blow of the crop landing on his face, followed by two more vicious blows from the woman. He looks at her and snarls, and tries biting her. She laughs, then all of a sudden, Jayson is in extreme pain again when he hears, “Bad boy, rapist,”
The pain is even more intense than before. His continuing conditioning has programmed him to feel extreme ball pain that practically paralyzes him, and all he can dis scream out I'm pain. He can't even speak because he's been forced fed hypnosis that has striped away his human voice and speaking. He can, though, collapse down on the floor now, which he has done this time.
“You really are a stupid mut, huh bitch?” She says as she lands two more impacts onto his flesh, right on his back. This just compounds the pain he's feeling in his bruised flesh. Once again, the human is only able to focus on the pain, and silently veg for it to stop. Within his mind he's saying he'll do anything for this hell to end. On the flip side of that coin, Ann and her husband know this from years of breaking down people and transforming them into a totally different kind of animal.
“You will learn your new place, Bitch!” She entones as 3 more slaps on the boy's body. He howls more.
“You will continue to suffer, Bitch, if you don't accept your new life!” She says in a matter of fact voice as 2 more hits of the crop land on him. She's purposely aiming for bruises. The puppy starts making yipping and yapping sounds of pain and fear. He wants this to end. Then she lands three more hard hits. He hollers more.
“Shush Bitch!” And he instantly gets quiet. However, the pain continues.
“Sit up, puppy, come on, do as mommy says.” Hearing the word mommy makes him feel safe, he doesn't know why, but he's also compelled to obey “mommy” without hesitation. Therefore, he sits up in the expected position, looks at his “mommy”, and thinks, mommy make pain go away. Pwease. His eyes are making the same plea. Not much anger in them right now, just the look of a suffering puppy pleading for comfort.
Lady Ann will happily give the boy the relief he needs, however, he must be given choices, and face the consequences. That's just how this works. Of course, his choices are really just illusions. However, that's not an issue. As long as he believes it was his choice, his dehumanization will go deeper. After all, saying “but you chose this” when enslaving a person is a good way to cut into a person's psyche deeply and reinforce the outcome and consequences of the choice.
As far as Ann is concerned, Jayson chose this the moment he raped his first victim. Now he's facing the consequences of that decision. She's vocalized this on several occasions, and deep inside Jayson’s coreself, he now understands this. He regrets his actions, mainly because he doesn't agree with what's being done to him. Yet, he is slowly making choices that cause him less pain. The final blow to bury Jayson and make the transformation complete is approaching soon.
First though, more sadistic fun to wreck the boy's mind further. The more he suffers mentally, the better the final outcome when he fully submits to his enslavement and new persona in life. She gently pets the boy's head, sending waves of pleasure through him.
“Mommy wants to make you feel better puppy, but you have to obey her, otays puppy?” Jayson looks at here, not understanding where she's going with this. She always has a way of making something simple become something horrible, so Jayson feels trepidation at thar comment.
“You want mommy to make you feel better, Bitch? Say yes!”
Yes! Make it stop, he thinks. However, he answers as he's been trained to when signaling yes, with a single sound.
“...woof,” he says in a softer tone, almost feminine, definitely weak.
“You just have to do what mommy says, Bitch, and you won't hurt any more because you've been a bad boy.” The command phrase sends more waves of pain and nausea rolling through his abused body, and he wants to drop into a ball and scream out, however, he can't due to his conditioning. He has to sit there and take it like…the weak, pathetic bitch he's being turned into.
He looks at her, thinking, anything mommy, just please, stop the pain as tears roll down his cheeks. The amount of crying he's gone through has kept his eyes bloodshot, and himself practically dehydrated. Not to mention his hunger pains because he's barely being fed. One thing for sure, his body is toning up. He looks at Lady Ann and meekly barks again, signaling his acquiescence to do what she says. This makes her smile.
“Listen puppy, and do what I say. We have some trash to remove. You do. You're old self must go Bitch. Now. Use your teeth and pick that mess up, puppy. Now! Do what mommy says, or you'll hurt worse, I promise.” She says as she points at his nut sack.
He looks at her, then where she's pointing. His inhibitions get strong again. One, he doesn't want to accept the fact he's now a ball-less freak, two, my teeth? Eww fuck that! he thinks. He looks back at the woman, his body feeling the pain, and he's struggling with what to do. However, the Lady had no intention of letting his reluctant ass be disobedient. He will do this, the choice, once again is simple, pain or no pain. And she intends to make the pain worse.
“Pick it up with your mouth now, Bitch!” She demands. He looks at her and growls. She smiles, steps in front of the boy sitting on his haunches, and says, “Do it, puppy, or else.” He growls deeper, as if saying, “or else what?”
She got the jist of that. She snickers, as she says, “You'll learn, rapist.” Then she kicks him hard in his crotch, crushing his small, now absolutely worthless penis, and also landing squarely right where his former balls would have been connected to his body. Jayson sees stars!
Now Jayson is reeling in pain. This was a gut wrenching electric jolt of one of the most intense pains in his life. Fuck that hurts! he screams in his head. The puppy yelps in pain, his eyes swim in more tears. The pain rips through him like a tornado hitting a town of playing card buildings.
“In your teeth now, puppy!” She says loudly in an icy, commanding voice that sends chills down the boy's spine. His heart sinks, the boy in him feels defeated in a way he didn't see coming. The pain, this pain especially, is unbearable. His eyes burn from crying. His body aches and hurts so much, he feels exhausted mentally. He doesn't understand why this is happening to him, why God could allow this, and he hates his father because he caused all this. However, a part of him says it's his fault for thinking he could get away with hurting weaker people, and regrets his actions. He wants to say it, but can't. He's forbidden from speaking. And defeat is a hard pill to swallow, almost as hard as submitting.
He looks down, and falling on the proverbial sword, he woofs one time, then bends down and with more tears running down his face and a feeling of total powerlessness enshrouding his soul, the boy grabs his blackened, shriveled and dried up scrotum containing his now dead gonads with his teeth, picks it up and looks at his new mommy.
She smiles, and says, “Follow me Bitch, let's throw the trash out,” and starts walking out of the cage. He follows her, each step making the boy in him just sink further into absolute despair, and submission as a powerless and, now, completely ball-less nothing. He no longer feels human, he feels like a trained animal being abused by a bully.
She leads him to a trash can, and says, “Sit!” He sits, still holding the dead balls in his mouth, and looks at the woman. He's still in pain, his eyes pleading for relief. She looks down at him, and smiles. He's submitting to his new life, and accepting that he has a new purpose here.
“I'm pleased my slut mut. You're doing well. The boy in you is gone now Bitch, let him go, and you'll be happy here, I promise. You're holding what's left of your former self, puppy. He's why you're hurting and suffering Bitch. He's been bad, and you need to let him go. Release him, drop him into the trash can and throw away that part of your life, puppy. And mommy will make you feel better. I pwomise my little puppy girl. Mommy will make you feel all better.”
She points at the trash can as she looks at Jayson, and says, “Go on puppy, throw away that stupid boy Jayson into the trash can. He's why you're suffering. It's his fault for raping all those boys and girls. And you're the one suffering. Choose now, puppy, suffering or happiness.”
Jayson may be thinking in simplistic terms, especially when the puppy in him is the dominant persona, however, he's still there in his mind. He hears every word she's saying. And he feels completely pathetic. She is right, he did this to himself. He made so many bad decisions, starting with running away. Then ending with raping other people because it made him feel powerful. Of course, in the end, he's now the powerless one, and it's all his fault. With tears still running down his face, he puts his mouth over the trash receptacle and drops his former balls into the can, and Jayson hears a part of himself say, good puppy. He feels proud, oddly, like he just made the most important decision of his life.
Lady Ann exclaims, “Good puppy wuppy! Yesh, hers did so good. Such a good puppy my slut mut.” and she's petting his head, scratching around his ears. The pain he's feeling melts away as Jayson willingly submits to his new existence. Of course, there's still a few more things he must endure.
“Does my puppy want a treat? Huhs?” she asked. Bitch, feeling famished, wants that treat, as does the small part of Jayson that's stuck inside this body.
“woof,” they say, together. For the first time both personas are in agreement. Hungry! both are thinking. Lady Ann takes a cookie from her pockets, breaks it, holds it up. Then puts her left hand before the boy's face, and says, “Give mommy a kiss like the good puppy you are, boy. Go on, kiss mommy's hand, pup.”
Without any hesitation, he leans towards her hand and licks it like a good puppy, which just buries the human part further into the puppy. She gives him his treat. A cheap sweet biscuit style short-bread cookie, and says, “Good gurl, Bitch. Mommy wuvs you when you're a good girl, yes I do.”
The puppy and Jayson, both still acting as one individual, feels giddy and happy because mommy said wuvs. And mommy gave them a treat. The Bitch is feeling like life is perfect, Jayson just hopes the pain stays away. As he finishes up his treat, he hears his leash being snapped on him, and sees the slave boy holding it.
“After she's been outside, take her upstairs to my bath. Give her a nice warm bath, wash her hair. Then rub cream over her body. I'll be up shortly.”
The slave boy says, “Yes Mistress,“ and turns to leave with the puppy.
“And boy! Show her some kindness now, or I'll beat you silly, you worthless runt!”
“Yes Mistress!” he replies, and walks away, knowing he better not upset that woman, she can make a corpse hurt after being buried for a 100 years.
