The Family Pet

by H. Dean

  The Family Pet - The O'Connell Chronicles

  Synopsis: The story of how a girl is unwillingly converted into a puppy - the family pet.

  Author’s Note: While this is another chapter in the O’Connell Chronicles it is intended to stand alone. For those unfamiliar with the O’Connell Chronicles I would direct you to the first story in the series “The Object of His Affection”. For those hoping for another tale in extreme body modification – well, this is probably not the story you are looking for. Just the same, it will likely hint at future tales (providing I can manage sustained inspiration and figure out how to bring my ideas to the page).

  Finally, I want to thank the many fans who have offered comments and support. Your words have helped to inspire me to continue with my sordid tales in spite of a lack of time and sleep. I hope you all find this worth the read. Thank you all.

  The Family Pet –The O’Connell Chronicles

  Prologue

  They made love. It was long and sensual, soft but forceful. His thick, muscular body pushing down on top of her petit frame, forcing her to endure his penetration regardless of any want she might have. But she did want him. The deeper his thrusts the deeper she wanted him, reveling in the pain his large member brought to her quaking body. Then, at long last, it was over. They lay, side by side, panting as their intermingled sweat trickled onto the damp sheet below. Looking to each other they smiled satisfied and nearly satiated. Then, joining hands for a brief moment, they made love again, finishing shortly before dawn’s first light.

  Bill stood at the stove making breakfast. He was naked but for the apron he wore to protect himself from the inevitable splatter of grease that accompanied fried potatoes. Jasmine, his wife of five years, sat at their large dinner table admiring the shape of his posterior, noting the striations in his thighs and calves with prurient enthusiasm, wondering which made her hungrier; the smell of the food or her husband.

  “Pancake syrup…it’s not just for breakfast,” she told him, grinning.

  “Don’t get any ideas. I have to get to work today,” he told her.

  “Just one more time?” she asked, her lips trembling with feigned sadness.

  “I know it’s Saturday, but they need me. We have a new line coming out. Who knows, I might even give you a taste.”

  “Fuck no!” she replied. “The last thing I want is to look like a bimbo or to be one of those toys you make. I’ll stick with the research and let the others have the ‘fun’.”

  “Hah, you’re no fun, baby. I just want to do your lips,” Bill kidded. “You know, so you can give the perfect blow job.”

  “I don’t know who is more sick…you for doing it or me for doing the work that makes it possible,” Jasmine said. “I mean this isn’t exactly what you would call normal…or even ethical.”

  “And that, my love,” he said, offering her a piece of syrup soaked bacon “is why you like it. They aren’t willing…mostly.”

  “I do like that,” she grinned. “Am I evil?”

  A ringing phone took their attention from the moment. “Finish making breakfast, lover, I’ll get the phone.”

  Moments later, Jasmine returned with the phone. “It’s Patricia. Bill, her boyfriend kicked her out of his house.”

  “That guy was always a prick. I don’t know why she was ever with him,” Bill said, his eyes flashing anger.

  Jasmine frowned. “It’s worse than that. She didn’t want to tell us when it happened but she lost her job a couple months ago and hasn’t been able to find work. Bill, she has nowhere to go. Do you think she could stay here for a bit? Just until she gets on her feet.”

  Bill looked at her, a questioning look in his eyes. “Well, it’s sort of up to you. I don’t mind but I don’t know how you would feel with her staying here. You’ve not been a fan of my ex-girlfriends, after all.”

  “She was at our wedding, Bill. You know I like her and, well, you two were over long before we got together,” Jasmine replied. “I mean it’s not like there is anything between you two anymore. I know that. She can stay for as long as she needs. We have more than enough rooms. Tell her.”

  “Okay, baby, I’ll tell her,” he replied, taking the phone from her outstretched hand.

  Chapter 1

  “Thank you so much for taking me in,” Patricia told her saviors. “I really don’t know what I would have done without you. I promise…promise, promise, promise I will get out of here as soon as I can. I can’t thank you enough!”

  “Don’t worry,” Jasmine told the Amazonian woman. “You’re family. Bill loves you, I love you and, if you don’t love us we will have to kill you.”

  “Thanks, guys. Really,” she sighed, hugging them both.

  “Look, dinner is almost ready. I am going to go in and finish it up. Bill can show you to your room and help you get your things inside. You said it’s, mostly in storage?”

  “I just brought necessities. Everything else…well, I paid for six months storage up front and I figure I should have another job and be able to rent another house by then,” Patricia said. “And I promise to help out around here as much as I can. I don’t have anything to pay rent with but I will pay you back as soon as I can. God, I can’t thank you enough!”

  “Cut it out,” Bill said. “Let’s get you settled.”

  Later that night, Bill and Jasmine lay in bed, a passionate session of lovemaking having just finished.

  “I about shit my pants when I saw her in a t-shirt and shorts, Bill. I see what you liked about her,” Jasmine said. “I mean, she has a huge chest, great legs and beautiful hair. You sure did go the other route when you got me.”

  Bill smiled at his wife, seeing her minor insecurity. “Not really. You may be short, but you’ve just as nice a body and your hair is every bit as beautiful as hers. More so, ‘cause it’s yours.”

  “You’re a sweet liar. I love you though,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Was she into all the BDSM and stuff we used to be into when we first got going? I mean, was she as extreme?”

  “Yes and no,” Bill responded. “You’re more into the physical aspects and she is more about mind control. I mean, she does like to be tied up and humiliated, but she was so susceptible to mind controlling techniques that…well, there wasn’t much I couldn’t make her do.”

  “Not much, eh?” Jasmine asked, her right eyebrow cocked questioningly. “Do tell.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Tell me what you made her do,” she said.

  “Well, gee, it’s not so much what I made her do but what I caused her to do,” Bill told her.

  “Tell me!” she demanded in mock anger.

  Bill smiled and kissed her. “I made it so she hated vaginal sex and loved anal sex, for one thing. I also got her to wear a plug for a year straight. Then I got her used to enemas. She told me she still needs them to take a shit. I got her to cum on command and, later on, to a specific word. Then there was…”

  “Hold on,” Jasmine interrupted. “You got her to cum to a word?”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “What word? Does it still work?”

  “Yes it does and I’m not going to tell you. If I do you will torture the poor girl,” Bill said, laughing. “Don’t you think she has enough on her plate?”

  “But what if I want to keep her?”

  “You’re kidding, right?” Bill asked, surprised. “You never wanted to bring in another woman before. Why would you want to bring one in now?”

  “Bill, she’s gorgeous. Besides, it would give us someone to play with,” Jasmine said. “Besides, we don’t play that way with each other anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t really want to play with you that way. What we have is beyond the gimmicks and gadgets. But wouldn’t it be fun to have someone t
o play with?”

  “Jaz, she is my best friend. I couldn’t do that to her.”

  “I could,” she said, a wicked grin on her lips. “She might like it. She liked it before.”

  “Baby, Patricia is straight…doesn’t like girls. How is she gonna like that?”

  Jasmine pursed her lips for a moment. “Tell me the word. I just want to see if it works.”

  “Fine, but you can’t let her know and you have to make it seem natural if you use it,” Bill told her. “Promise?”

  “Promise!” Patricia said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

  “It’s more of a phrase. If you sing “Auld Lang Syne” she will orgasm,” He said. It was rotten of me but I always wanted her to start the new year off with a bang, so to speak.”

  Jasmine clapped her hands, chuckling with delight. “How artfully sadistic of you. I imagine her New Years dates were amused as hell!”

  “She told me about a few,” he replied, smiling. “It did make for interesting times for the poor girl. Now, remember your promise.”

  “I will. Don’t worry. Now, what other things did you do to the poor girl?”

  “You’re so bad. I’ll tell you, but on one condition. You have to suck my cock while I tell you.”

  Chapter 2

  Jasmine lay between Bill’s legs, her mouth wrapped around his hard shaft. Stroking him with her right hand while taking his cock into the deepest regions of her throat, she listened intently to the tortures he had inflicted on his closest friend and former lover.

  “Patricia can only cum on command,” he told her. “If she does not hear the specific phrase ‘cum for me’ she cannot reach orgasm. With most people this would have been a difficult task but, with her, it was relatively easy.

  “Tell me how,” she mouthed around his cock, moaning with anticipation.

  “Before her training sessions I would install a small remote device in her pussy. It was held in by thin leather straps that kept it deep inside her body. Small wires with tiny clamps attached to her labia,” he said, his voice filled with pleasure at both his wife’s efforts and the tale he was telling. “If she came without command I triggered the device, causing her excruciating pain.. Of course, if she asked for and was granted permission to cum she did not suffer.”

  “That’s so fucking hot!” Patricia murmured.

  “Suck me,” he commanded. “After weeks of training she had no trouble in withholding her orgasms. It wasn’t until after we broke up and she had found a new man that she realized she could not cum without being told to do so. She harassed me for that, vowing to overcome it.”

  “Has she?” she asked.

  “The last time we talked about it – three months ago – she said she still needs the order.”

  “Tell me more,” Jasmine demanded.

  “Lick my ass, slut,” Bill ordered, lifting his legs and sliding a pillow beneath his rear. “Lick it good if you want more. Push that tongue inside me and suck like a good girl.”

  Obediently, she worked on his rear hole, penetrating as deeply as she could with her tongue. “Tell me more. Please, I want to know more.”

  “I ruined her pussy. Every day…every night…there was nothing I did not do to her pussy. I fucked it with my hand, bottles and anything I could find. I stretched her beyond anything I had thought possible. I tortured her pussy, spanking it with belts and switches. She loved the pain, even as she hated it. Even her clit. I tortured it. We used razor blades, cutting into her delicate flesh. Eventually, there was little I could do to bring pain to her pussy.”

  “More,” she murmured.

  “Eventually, we stopped playing with her pussy. It was useless. There was no sensation. Nothing. Her clit, her pussy…inside and out. Short of risking severe damage she had no sensation. So we concentrated on her ass and tits.”

  “Oh God!” Jasmine moaned, an orgasm tearing through her body.

  “I want you to ride my cock now,” he told her. “Sit your ass on my cock and ride me.”

  Slowly, Jasmine rose from the bed and straddled him, her gaze meeting his. Reaching back, she took his hard cock in her hands and pushed it to her anal opening and eased her weight down on top of him. She moaned as she stretched around him. Then, after leaning forward, hands on his chest, she began wiggling her hips back and forth.

  “More, please?” she asked, her voice small and high.

  “I forced her to wear a plug. She resisted, at first. It hurt after short periods. I insisted she get used to it and, after about two weeks, she did. For the next year she was never without it. That’s when I began giving her enemas.”

  “God!” Patricia moaned as she climaxed, begging for more as the orgasm passed.

  “Each day,” Bill continued, “I gave her two enemas. One in the morning and one at night. She was only allowed to use the toilet to piss. If she needed to shit, I gave her an enema. I wanted to take away as much control over her body as I could. I had no idea it could be permanent but after a six months of receiving two enemas a day for a full year she asked if we could ease the anal play.”

  Jasmine ground on his body, another orgasm reaching its crescendo. “Don’t stop.”

  “Her ass had become quite loose and she worried she might have lost control,” he said. “But it was worse than that. She couldn’t go to the bathroom. No matter how full she was or how she tried, she couldn’t go.”

  “More,” Jasmine cried, cumming yet again.

  “Finally, after a three day period of her being unable to go, she begged for an enema. After that we resumed the twice daily enemas.”

  The girl riding his hard cock cried out, falling to the bed. “No more. Please, no more.”

  “Not yet, slut!” he told her, his voice cruel and lust filled. “Time for my pleasure!”

  Rolling the girl to her belly, he lifted her head and shoved his cock into her mouth, making her suck the musky scent from him. Satisfied, he withdrew from her mouth and climbed on top of her.

  “Reach back and spread that ass, bitch!”

  They moaned in unison as his cock penetrated her rear sphincter, yet again. A moment passed as he pushed hard, ensuring he was as deep as he could manage. Then, laying his weight upon her, he began thrusting into her.

  “You like that, eh slut?” he asked. “You like what I did to her?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “Take this, then,” he growled, plunging into her a final time, spewing his life giving juices into his helpless lover. “Take it!”

  For long and long they lay still, his large body pressing down upon her contrasting frame, his cock growing soft inside her. Finally, rolling off of her, her commanded she clean his cock of their juices. Sleep, gentle and filled with dreams, soon overcame them.

  Chapter 3

  Two weeks had passed with no leads on a job. Patricia had been searching long and hard for new employment only to find a long list of common rejections. Still, she had found comfort in her new living quarters. Both Patricia and Bill were gracious, never pressuring her or making her feel down about taking up space in their home.

  “Why don’t you get your stuff out of storage and bring it here?” Jasmine asked her. “We have tons of space in our garage and it would get you some money back.”

  Two weeks later, and with no more job prospects, she finally agreed to bring her things to the house.