PART 4
The next day Scully was visited in her cell by an Indian tailor who
measured her head in great detail. Her mouth was measured open and
closed. By the following day Scully was being fitted into her new
dog's head. Something like a Great Dane, the head was moulded to
completely cover her down to her upper lip. Eye holes were left so
that she could see out easily enough, but everything else disappeared.
There was a separate piece to match for her lower jaw. This seemed to
be glued directly onto her skin, under her chin and right round her
bottom lip. The lower piece was linked to the main part of the head
by studs which allowed her to open and close her mouth as usual.
There was also a detachable strip which fitted right across her mouth
which kept down her tongue and made it impossible for her to speak
aloud. This was tested and then removed for the moment.
Once the dog's head had been fitted over her, Scully's hands were each
sewn into pads to make them into proper paws - soft on top and with
firm surfaces underneath for her to walk on. Other pads were tied
around her knees and feet to complete the transformation.
Scully had been altered magically into something like an old Egyptian
goddess. Here animal head and pads were a lighter tan than the rest
of her naked body - but together she seemed a fabulous mythical
creature.
Where the head piece ended at her neck she was fitted with a proper
dog collar in black leather, studded with spikes and fitted with a
loop to take her lead. This completed her costume and from that point
on she was forced to live like a dog, only walking on all fours.
She no longer lived in her cell in the harem but was moved outside to
the kennels. For two weeks she was left to learn her new role. Her
kennel consisted of a run of grass backed onto a small covered hut
space. The wire roof of the run (and the hut) were no more than 3
feet high, which meant that Scully could lie down or move on all fours
- but could no longer stand up and walk as a human.
Within days she was used to shuffling around her run on her hands and
knees. It began to seem natural to have her breasts swinging down
from her chest, her rear in the air. She hardly noticed the mask.
Her hut was where she ate and where she went to the toilet. Each
morning a servant would ring a bell at the back door of the hut.
Scully the dog quickly learned that the correct response to the bell
was for her to enter the hut, present her rear end and let out
whatever waste was ready to fall. If she followed that pattern she
was rewarded with a dog dish of food for breakfast. The tin dish was
placed on the floor of the kennel hut and Scully learned to eat as
quickly as possible, throwing chunks of the dog food to the back of
her throat. The servant picked her dish up and took it away when he
was ready to leave, whether she had finished or not. She hated the
taste of the dog food but she would starve if she didn't eat it. That
was her only meal in the day.
After two weeks of this training she was ready to be presented to
Amel, the sheikh's youngest child. The servant who came each morning
to feed and clean Scully one day clipped a lead onto her and led her
out from the back of her hut. Something in Scully knew that it would
be a mistake to try to stand up again and so she padded along behind
him as best she could.
Amel's room was in the women's part of the great house, quite apart
from the central areas. Amel turned out to a dark-haired, coltish
girl of ten years, just getting used to her new height and small,
budding breasts. Her eyes were wide with happiness and she clapped in
pleasure to see Scully led into her room. The servant bowed, reached
forward to unclip Scully's collar and left them alone together.
Patting her thighs Amel called her dog to her and Scully found herself
placing her head into her young owner's lap. Pleased, Amel began to
stroke her head, ears and shoulders, rubbing her lightly as she
prattled on in Arabic, telling Scully her plans for their life
together.
Provided that Scully remembered to keep to her role as a pet dog, her
life was much more comfortable than it had been in the kennels. Amel
has put a soft dog bed in the corner of her room, for Scully to sleep
in. In the dining area where Amel ate with some of the younger
children, Scully had her own dish. She was still given dog food and
still only once a day. But now she was encouraged by Amel to 'sit
pretty' at table, begging for scraps. They would go for walks together
and Amel would make Scully chase a ball and bring it back to her. But
things changed after the party.
One afternoon five other small girls around Amel's age were invited
for a party meal. Amel of course included her new pet and Scully had
been petted and pulled at by most of the children. The girls had
eaten as much as they could and were beginning to break away from the
tables to begin playing games together. The tables were still covered
in food and the smell began to haunt Scully. After such a long time
of dog food she yearned to stuff cakes, tarts, biscuits, everything
and anything into her mouth. Thinking that she had not been seen she
edged nearer one of the tables.
Her first snatched bite was successful and Scully managed to quickly
swallow down a mouthful of cake. But as she came back for a second
bite, a small hand reached out for the same piece. The girl pulled,
Scully pulled and, when the girl saw that Scully was winning, she
screamed as loudly as she could. Everything in the room stopped as
all eyes turned on the girl, who was called Saheel. She pointed
accusingly down at Scully, denouncing her in a shrill voice.
Unfortunately for Scully, the scream had also brought one of the
sheikh's men into the room. He had been left in charge of overseeing
the party and knew what the sheikh would say to him if one of the
guests left unhappily. Calling out for assistance from more men in
the corridor he quietened the young girls and announced to that them
Scully had been bad and so must be punished.
None of this was understood by Scully, of course, who knelt at the
edge of the room wondering what was happening. The first that she
knew about her punishment was when 2 men came into the room with rope
and pulled her forwards. Her front paws were tied in a knot together
and the rope thrown up over a beam, so that she was pulled up into the
air until her feet were only just touching the ground. A second rope
was tied to one of her ankles and was tied off sideways to the edge of
the room, so that the dog was left a strange figure, half human, half
dog, hopping on one leg, the other leg raised out to her side.
Amel's party guests were encouraged to form a circle round the
helpless Scully. Saheel was invited to begin the punishment and with
relish she stepped up to swing as hard a she could at Scully's
inviting backside. 'Smack!' 'Smack!' Grunting with effort the girl
laid into her soft flesh with her flailing hand. Red areas gradually
spread across her tender buttocks as the palm connected again and
again.
Until this moment Amel had instinctively seen Scully as her property,
her new toy. She would have protected her ownership rights if
challenged by one of her sisters or brothers. But now, watching her
friend laying into Scully with all her strength, a deep exciting began
to build in her lower regions. With a call to the other guests to
'get her' Amel moved into the attack.
Suddenly Scully was being smacked hard by all 6 of the feverish girls.
Now they fell all over her body as the girls reached for free areas of
the tempting target. Swipes rained on her breasts, smacking them hard
to one side only to be hit back in the opposite direction again. Her
belly, her cunt, back, thighs, legs - nothing was spared in the
bombardment.
Laughing and enjoying the girls' assault the man who had arranged
Scully's roping untied the knot that held her hands high in the air
and lowered her down. He tied her off again so that her body was now
on the floor but with her hands still high above her and the same leg
still tied off and raised sideways. The mob of party girls fell on
her greedily.
There was little room left for swinging slaps, so the girls began to
experiment with pinching her. Left over food, squashy sweet puddings,
were slopped onto her and rubbed over her naked body. Scully writhed
and twisted, battered from all sides. Sometimes her raspberry nipples
were squeezed tightly between small fingers and thumbs and pulled out
as far as they would stretch. Other girls delighted in using their
fingernails to dig in and create sharp pains.
Unfortunately for Scully, Saheel had particularly long and sharp
fingernails. Saheel's sexual curiosity and experience was more
advanced than Amel's and she began to concentrate her attack on
Scully's open genitals. With her leg tied up and to one side,
Scully's lower lips were half open to the invasion.
Saheel began pinching her way up Scully's outer lips, digging in as
hard as she could with her nails. She admired the pattern of deep red
lines that her nails made in Scully's flesh as she worked her way to
the top. From one side she moved to the other until Scully's lips
were puffy and bruised from her attack.
Dipping her fingers into a bowl Saheel smiled happily as she rubbed a
large piece of ice-cream up and down Scully's inviting clit. The cold
shock of the ice-cream jolted through Scully, making her hips buck off
the floor. Excited blood stormed into her clit, swelling it so that
its proud head pushed out free from its hood. Saheel was waiting and
flicked it hard in greeting.
Dipping her left hand again in more ice-cream, Saheel set up a new
vicious pattern of attention on Scully's bloated clit. Four times she
would sensuously stroke and squeeze her way slowly down the length of
her clit barrel and then her nails would bite in for a biting pinch.
Then the slow strokes again.
Saheel's right hand reached out and scooped up more puddings from the
table above her and began stuffing Scully's cunt with the sloppy,
squishy mess. Scully could no longer find the boundary between pain
and pleasure as she writhed under this rhythmic attack. Her cries
became loud enough to distract the other girls who were tiring of
their play.
As they gathered near Saheel, working on Scully's private parts,
Saheel looked up and smiled at her audience, inviting them to watch.
For her next trick, Saheel plunged her hand deep into Scully's cunt,
sliding easily in on the pudding sludge that now filled her vagina,
mixed with Scully's own frantic juices. Clenching her small fist deep
inside Scully's cunt, slowly and deliberately Saheel begun pumping her
right arm in the helpless Scully, while her left hand still worked at
her clit.
It was too much for Scully to endure and very quickly her body bucked
and writhed in response to the invading fist. As the other girls
quietened in fascination, the room filled with Scully's gasps and
moans as she pressed towards her orgasm. The harder she called out
the firmer Saheel pumped her cunt and the tighter she squeezed around
Scully's clit. In a great explosive spasm Scully came, her cunt
ejecting Saheel's hand and a squelchy mass of liquid pudding juice,
that dribbled down the outside of her lips. The party had been a
success.
Alone of the party guests, Saheel stayed on with Amel, sharing her
room for two further days. It was Saheel who showed Amel how she
should liven up her afternoons.
In the quiet heat of the desert afternoon, the two girls would lie
along side each other on Amel's bed. Saheel would strip off below the
waist and then call Scully to her. Scully was pulled into a position
at the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor, so that her chest and
front paws lay on the bed. Saheel would open her legs and pull her
thighs out and back towards her head with her hands, leaving her cunt
open to the dog. Scully would begin to lick.
Once initiated into this delicious pleasure Amel took to it like an
addict. Even after Saheel had returned to her own home, every
afternoon Amel settled back excitedly onto her bed, spread herself and
Scully performed. A new element was added to their play when Amel
surprise her with a lash. Even lying on her back, Amel was able to
crack down with the lash onto Scully's back and rear whenever she
wanted her to lick harder or faster. Sometimes just because she felt
excited. Scully simply accepted it as part of her new life.
In that Arab culture there was an ancient belief that young girls
coming into womanhood should be wet-nursed with breast milk, to
encourage their own breasts to grow fully and to be ready for their
own children. Elsewhere, in the centre of the palace a decision was
taken to make use of Scully for this purpose. Which meant that Scully
needed to be pregnant!
