In the Service of Circe, Chapter 3
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In the Service of Circe, Chapter 3
By William W. Kelso
Times had gotten hard since most of the local industry had moved south of the border; thank you NAFTA, so when I saw the ad in the local internet classifieds, I thought, what the heck, might as well give it a try. The fact I knew nothing about farm or ranch work didn't bother me that much. The ad was for a 'Full time barn and field hand', and I figured, how hard could it be to shovel cow shit and mend fences? I was a pretty good carpenter, and knew my way around most tools including 'farm' implements, so decided to put in my application. I was desperate. And a couple days later I got a response with a date & time for an interview. It was quite a ways out in the boonies and I almost didn't bother, but the pay was quite good and also included room and board, and since I didn't have anything else to do I sent them an affirmative, and they said someone would pick me up at the local bus stop. Heck, they even said they're reimburse my traveling expenses, so off I went.
The bus drive was long and boring; and the screaming brats didn't help any, so by the time I was dropped off at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere I was already starting to regret it. So far as I was concerned I was just going to jump on the next bus going back to the city, and screw it! But then a Hummer pulled up, and a good looking girl stuck her head out the window, and asked,
"Hi, are you Mr. Brown? I'm Tonya; I'm here to take you to the Farm for your appointment. Hop in!"
Well, that changed everything; things were starting to look up. So I said 'Yes Ma'am!', and hopped in the Humvee. After the warm humid air the AC felt great, and I did my best not to sneak rather blatant looks at the 'chauffeur'. She was drop dead gorgeous, and from the way she smiled every now and then I'm sure she was aware of my 'interest', I just hoped the nature my interest wasn't too obvious. Down boy, I thought as my cock stirred. Man, she smelled good too! To my delight there was a cooler in the back seat, and I was soon sipping a cold Fosters while she sucked down a Coke. I was surprised at how large the 'Farm' was; the drive up to the 'main house' was several miles long. As we drove we made small talk, and she liked to chat.
"So, what exactly do you do here?" I asked, sneaking another covert glance at her world class breasts, her rather skimpy shirt not quite being able to contain them fully so the view was...stimulating. I figured if she took a really deep breath those straining buttons would pop right off.
"Me, I guess you'd say I'm a trainee," she replied, "I'm learning the ropes from the owner. It takes longer then you'd think."
"Uh-huh," I said, "what kind of animals do you breed here? I've seen cows and horses in the fields, but that big sign looked like it had other animals on it too."
"Oh my, just about anything someone wants," she gushed. "Horses, cows, goats, donkeys, miniatures; just breeding stock though, not for food. Our studs bring top dollar for their services and we also milk them for artificial insemination."
"Lucky studs." I said.
She giggled, and said, "Oh yes, they really enjoy it."
"So," I asked, "what exactly does the job entail, I'm a pretty good handy man, but not a cowboy or anything like that."
"Oh," she said kind of vaguely, "a little bit of everything. It takes a lot of maintenance to keep the place in good shape, so I'm sure it's mainly hands-on hammer work and stuff."
"Well, that I can do." I said, and about that time we pulled up to the main house. I was impressed, it looked like something from 'Gone with the Wind', and I half expected to see Miss Scarlett waiting on the front steps. As we walked up to the front door I saw a large brass sign with 'Happy Vale Stud Farm' engraved on it.
The inside was as impressive as the outside, and going through the double front doors I found myself in a large foyer you could have parked the Hummer in. There was a grand staircase leading up to a balcony, and hallways lined with doors going off to either side.
"Looks like the Union army didn't get around to burning the place down." I joked.
Tonya gave a giggle at my attempt at humor, and said, "Wait a sec, I'll go tell the boss you're here."
It was more than a second, and as I fidgeted I finished the beer, and since I couldn't find a trash can I hid the empty inside a large potted plants pot. Hey, I'm a bachelor.
After almost a half hour Tanya finally came back, and with a big smile told me,
"Really sorry to keep you waiting so long, the boss was on the phone long distance and had to finish the call, but she'll see you now."
I just smiled; I was used to waiting, and she led me down one of the hallways, through a door into another shorter hallway, and then through a door at the end of it. We passed through what looked like a secretaries office, and then into the 'boss's' office. It had to be the boss's; no mere wage slave had an office like that one. It was plain, but everything in it whispered 'power & money'. It wouldn't have surprised me if the gold frames around some old original oil paintings really were solid gold. But my eyes were soon riveted on the 'boss'. She was the most beautiful and...impressive woman I'd ever seen. She radiated elegance and power like a beacon, and her smile as she greeted me lit up the room. I should have been suspicious just from that, NO one was THAT beautiful!
"Hello Mr. Brown, I'm Ms. Circe, so sorry to keep you waiting," she said in a pleasant melodious voice with an accent I couldn't place. "I was on a long distance conference call that took longer than anticipated. Tonya, please bring us some refreshments."
I started to say that was OK, I was fine, but Tonya had already split, so I just sat down in the elegant leather upholstered chair the 'boss' indicated. It had to be the most comfortable chair I'd ever sat in.
The lady looked at a computer screen, tapped a few keys, and said, "I've got the resume you sent us, it looks like you have some of the skills we need, and you're certainly, um, in good shape." She added as she looked up at me over the top of the screen with an intensely frank stare.
I blushed and squirmed a little; while I was no macho hunk I did work out fairly regularly, and was in good shape for my age, and I just couldn't stop staring at her. Tone it down, I told myself, if you start drooling you'll blow the interview, you dumbass, and do NOT get a boner!
"Ah, here's Tonya with the refreshments!" Ms. Circe said; giving me another incredible smile as Tonya sat down a tray on the desk. It was an old fashioned tea service complete with a tray of little cookies of some kind. "Please, have some tea won't you, it's my own...special blend."
Well, honestly I was not very fond of tea; tastes like bitter brown water as far as I'm concerned, but I was still a little overawed at being in the presence of such an incredible woman, so, I thought, why not? Figured it was best to be polite, someone like her might take offense if I were to refuse. So I accepted the china cup and saucer. And it wasn't that bad, kind of minty and I think it had honey in it. The cookies tasted like stale cardboard though, and I had to wash the things down with more tea. I never even noticed that neither of the women drank any of the 'tea'.
The 'boss' asked me a few more questions, but I didn't pay much attention as by then I was feeling a little flushed, and the office was starting to feel hot and stuffy despite the faint breeze of cool air from the AC vent and a slowly spinning ceiling fan. I felt like I'd chugged a fifth of scotch, and the warm explosion in my stomach was rapidly spreading outward until my whole body was tingling and I was starting to sweat. I'd worn a shirt and tie, and finally the heat just became too much and I had to loosen it, but my fingers felt clumsy and I just couldn't get the top button undone. Holy crap, I thought as I fumbled at my collar, I'm drunk! From one damn beer?? At least that's the way it felt, but I was still pretty lucid at that point, only my motor skills had been affected. I tried to say something, but only mumbled and drooled.
The two women had been watching me, and the 'boss' smiled again, and said to Tonya, "Why don't you help Mr. Brown get more comfortable, my dear."
"Umm, ahm OK." I mumbled as Tonya helped loosen my tie and unbuttoned my collar, but then she kept undoing the rest of the buttons, and my eyes got wide as the 'boss' stood up and started taking her clothes off! She undid her silk blouse, folded it and put in on the desk, then slipped out of her bra, her high firm breasts bouncing free, and my eyes almost popped out of my head as she kept on going, her skirt and panties joining the shirt on the desk. Then she sat down and a few seconds later her stockings joined the pile of clothes. When she stood up she was stark naked, and of course by then I had a throbbing erection so hard it felt like my cock would explode. And to top that off by then I was almost naked too as Tonya had been stripping me as I watched the 'boss' strip. And now she was sliding my shorts off, and I was nude too. And very, very aroused. And also very, very confused, and not a little bit scared. OMG, I realized, they slipped me a Mickey! Then Tonya stood up, and started taking off HER clothes!
"Umf, uhh, urrgg, w-wha...?" I mumbled, my lips felt strange, tingling and numb at the same time, and I realized I was drooling all over myself. "Umm, emf?"
"Congratulations, Mr. Brown," the 'boss' said as she slowly walked around from behind the desk; my eyes fixed on her jiggling breasts, "you're hired. Tonya, I don't believe you've ever seen this before, have you? No, well then, why don't you go first, my dear."
Normally I would have been glad to hear I'd 'gotten the job', but this was fucked up! In any other circumstances being naked and horny in front of two beautiful nude women; Tonya was completely naked now too, would have been like a wet dream come true, but this was NOT normal! But I gave a helpless moan of lust as Tonya 'helped' me slide down a little lower in the chair, and then straddled me. She was one of those white skinned girls that would burn under a 100 watt light bulb, and her large tits had dark pink aureoles and nipples, and her large shaved mound had protruding pink labial lips that glistened wetly. I could only stare helplessly as she lowered herself onto my aching cock and her nether lips spread over the head of my penis and swallowed it. As my shaft slid into her I tried to arch and thrust, but I was helpless, all I could do was twitch and drool as she started raping me. Because that's what it was, rape, I was totally helpless. It was also the most incredibly pleasurable sex I'd ever had, it felt like I'd cum every time she ground down on me. I lay there as she rocked back and forth, her breasts bouncing in rhythm to her gyrations as she grunted and moaned in pleasure, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't reacting like any normal man would. Under any other circumstances I'd have jumped in bed with her in a second, but I also knew this was sick and wrong. But my own body betrayed me, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure from the feel of my aching cock sliding against her soft vaginal muscles as she pleasured herself.
"Umffff, urrkk, umm-urggg!" I gurgled and slobbered. "Uh, uh, uggghhh!"
I stared up at her face, her eyes closed and sweat beading on it as she rode me, her sounds more animal like then human, and the strange warmth that had spread throughout my body suddenly began to fade, and the pain started. At first it was just some minor cramping in my legs and neck, I figured because of the awkward position I was in, but then it started to get worse, and then I groaned as I felt my cock began to pulse as blood was pumped into it and I started to get an erection! But I was already rock hard, and in full coitus! But there was no doubt about it, I could feel my cock lengthening and thickening, her pussy getting deliciously tighter, but she kept riding me effortlessly, our well lubed sexes almost frictionless as she rose up and then back down with a steady rhythm. Then she suddenly threw her head back and gave a deep shuddering squeal, and I felt her orgasmic juices spurt out from around our joining and drench my crotch. And then with a final gasp she stood up, and I slid out of her. And I gave a whimpering moan of agonizing pleasure as I hadn't cum yet, and I needed to cum like I'd never needed to before.
"Umf, nuh, puhlssss!" I groaned, my cock throbbing and aching.
As Tonya stepped back from me I heard the 'boss' say, "Oh my, looks like he hasn't orgasmed yet, guess I'll have to take over. He's coming along nicely though."
As I lay there, gasping from lust and pain, the 'boss' straddled me as she took Tonya's place, and with a smile lowered herself onto my painfully needful cock. But as I watched her pussy swallow me I was confused, there was something wrong with my penis! I could tell it was larger than before, there was no doubt about it. I wasn't small, but I sure wasn't THAT big either! But then my shock faded into a blend of sexual pleasure and steadily increasing pain, and Tonya moved behind my chair and put her hands on my shoulders to help hold me down as I writhed and bucked in agonizing ecstasy as Circe took her turn raping me. Every time the 'boss' lunged down and I hilted in her hot slick velvety smooth sex I thought I'd explode I needed to cum so bad, but it just went on and on. And the cramping in my legs had become convulsions, which moved up to my hips. And then with cracking/popping sounds my jaws began to push out, and I screamed and gurgled, tongue lolling out of my mouth as my eyes began to shift in their sockets as my skull softened and changed shape, moving back and to the sides until I could actually see Tonya standing behind me, and I realized I could see my nose now as my jaws swelled and pushed out more and more. I suddenly felt a burst of pain at the base of my spine and squealed and whimpered in pain, but despite all that my main concern was the growing pressure in my balls, I needed to CUM!! And what the FUCK was happening to me!?!
"UMF, Huuurrrrr-uurrrffff, umph!! Grunt, h-HURRRRR!" I groaned from the agonizing ecstasy.
Slowly I began to get some control back, and began lurching upward into the woman riding me, her pussy now incredibly tight. A-almost...there! I thought, my mind dazed and numb from excruciating ecstasy so intense it was as much pain as pleasure. I looked up at the woman as she ground down on me, and she smiled at me and caressed my head as I grunted and groaned, staring down a broad...muzzle in dazed confusion. I knew something was horribly wrong, but the pleasure, it was unbearable! As she ground down again I closed my eyes, and squealed,
"UMFF, URRFFF, HUR-URRRR, P-PUHLEASE, UGH-UGH, URF-URF-GRUNT!"
"Don't worry," she said, "not long now, I can feel the need in your cock, let yourself go, and fill me with your seed!"
And as I came I gave a shrill squealing scream unlike anything I'd ever heard before, and as my balls strained, cock pulsing, the intense waves of my orgasm washing over me, I gave a final guttural groan and passed out. And as I sank into sweet oblivion I heard Circe say,
"Oh my, he couldn't take it, poor thing."
I woke up dazed and confused, totally unprepared for what I found, that I was no longer human. The first proof I had of this was when I opened my eyes I was staring down a long blunt muzzle, and reaching up with shaking hands I found that it was indeed MY muzzle. In growing horror I ran my hands over the blunt nose, large rubbery lips, and short gray fur. The next was my hands, they had four digits, three large blunt fingers and a thumb with thick black nails, and were covered in white fur or hair, and from there on it just got worse. My neck was thicker and longer and I soon found I had a short bristly mane from the top of my head to the middle of my back, and my whole body was also covered in gray and white fur from my still human shaped torso to my distinctly equine hindquarters and legs, legs ending in 'U' shaped hooves. I was sitting on my rump, and a tail ending in a bristly brush stuck out from between my legs, the tip swishing agitatedly.
But what struck home the fact my humanity was gone more then anything was what hung between my legs. There was a short thick black penis sheath and very large balls, balls in a black shiny rubbery looking scrotum. And as I lurched to my hooves I could feel their weight as they settled, and the movement caused my penis to slide out of my sheath for a few inches, a penis that was a mottled pink, black, and white laced with raised veins and had a large flared head, the urethra opening a round hole instead of a slit. It was a horses penis, or in my case, a donkeys. And while not equine in size, it was still much larger then my old one had been. I stared at it in dismayed disbelief as it slowly pulled back into its sheath, just the head showing, and I could feel it moving inside of me, the feeling strangely pleasurable, but like nothing I'd ever felt before.
My next action was to freak out, and I brayed and pulled as hard as I could against a chain attached to a leather collar around my neck, but uselessly as it was attached to a heavy staple sunk in concrete. And I was in a stall, complete with straw on the floor and a hay rick mounted on one wall, and from the smell a large bucket in the corner held water. Giving up on the chain I moved as close to the front of the stall as the chain allowed, and screamed as loud as I could,
"What have you DONE to me?!?? HEEE-HA-HA-A-A-AAAAWWW!"
Then I froze as I heard a deep voice from the stall next to mine, "Be quiet you idiot, they don't like it if you talk without permission! Shut UP!"
But I didn't shut up, I screamed some more; and yelled questions at the unseen person in the next stall, but he just kept telling me to 'Shut the FUCK up, they'll hear you!' My reply to that was that I hoped they heard me! But as it turned out he was right, I should have kept my big fat mouth shut. After several minutes of hysteria I stopped as I heard a door open, my long hairy ears swiveling towards the sound, and I flared my nostrils trying to catch a scent, not even realizing I was doing it. And as I watched a woman I didn't know came into view, all I knew was it wasn't Tonya or the 'boss'. As soon as I saw her, I yelled,
"What the Hell is going on, lady?!? What the FUCK did those two bitches DO to me, for God's sake? You'd better let me go, this is kidnapping!"
Her response was to look at a clipboard, and say, "Oh, you're the new Jack, guess you don't know the rules yet, but now's a good time to start."
Then she said a short phrase in some language I didn't recognize, and I gagged as the collar around my neck suddenly tingled and my throat went numb for a few seconds. I pulled at the collar, and tried to say something, but all that came out of my mouth were bestial grunts.
"Hurff...Urk...Haaaaw, huh-huh-urgggg! Haaaw-Hee-Haaaw! Naaw-aw-aww!"
"First rule," the woman said, "livestock doesn't talk unless given permission. This is your first lesson, I cast a spell on your collar to make you mute, all you can make are the natural sounds of the beast you are now. Until the spell is dispelled you can't talk. Second rule, do anything a Mistress tells you to, right away, no questions, no hesitation. Now just calm down, someone will be along to explain things a little better after awhile. It's almost feeding time, and there's a nice mash for lunch. Now be a good little donkey, and behave yourself." And she turned and left.
The whole time she'd been lecturing me I'd been clawing at my collar in horror, grunting and squealing; and BRAYING, desperately trying to talk, but eventually gave up. And as it would turn out she lied just a little bit, it was actually the collar that allowed me to speak English, without it I was mute as I had the vocal cords of a donkey as well. She had actually deactivated its spell. Finally; with a final sad bray, I squatted down in a corner and hung my large head between my strangely shaped knees and cried. This can't be real, I thought, it's a bad dream, or I've gone nuts, or both!
After about half an hour had passed I heard a door open again, and this time caught the scent of something that smelled, well, good. I heard other doors opening, and also grunts and squeals from other animals...or things that I couldn't see. Then a cart was wheeled to the door of my stall, and another strange woman took a bucket, walked into the stall, set it down, and left. I just looked up at her, and then with a sad grunt lowered my head again. I might as well not have even been there as she pretty much ignored me. It was like she was used to seeing a freak like me all the time, and if fact I would soon find out she was. After awhile the smell coming from the bucket became too enticing, so I got up and walked over to it. It was full of something similar to oatmeal, and after another good sniff I tentatively dipped a hand in it and licked the thick stuff off of my fingers. I ran my tongue over my lips; and then with a hungry grunt I stuck my muzzle in the bucket and scooped the mash into my mouth with my tongue. It never occurred to me to keep using my hands; this way was easier and less sloppy any way. And the stuff was good, it tasted like it had something sweet in it.
I was so busy eating that I never noticed I had a spectator until I finished, but saw her as I pulled my muzzle out of the bucket. Startled, I laid my ears back, snorted, and backed into a corner and crouched in fear.
"Good," the woman said, "glad to see you're got a good appetite. I am Mistress Olivia, and I will be your trainer. Behave and it can be...enjoyable, but disobedience will be punished. Now come here, let me have a look at you."
My response was to wedge myself in the corner, and I almost flipped her the rigid digit, but decided that might not be such a good idea. Seeing my reluctance, she sighed, and said,
"Look, I know this is new for you, but the sooner you accept it the better off you'll be. You're not human anymore, and there's no going back. But there are...worse things. Would you like to be turned all the way into a real donkey, or would you prefer to remain at least partially human? Now, come here."
My ears flattened even more, ALL the way?? I looked down at myself, at the thing I'd become, but it was still better then being four legged. And something told me she wasn't jerking me around; after all I was proof of what they could do. So; ears laid flat, I nervously shuffled out from the corner until I was standing in the middle of the stall.
"Better," she said, "now stand still and let me have a look at you."
So I did as she walked around me, and I could see her the whole time without turning my head, and realized my peripheral vision was incredible. She walked slowly, even bending over to get a better look at my hooves, or at least I think she was looking at my hooves. It was horribly embarrassing to be standing there nude in front of a strange woman while she inspected me like a...an animal, but I had no choice. As she circled me she talked in a low voice; I could hear her easily, but she wasn't talking to me.
"Hmm, good markings, nice white socks and blaze, hooves need trimming and he'll need shoes, good coat-needs brushing, strong legs, well hung, hmm, yes, he'll do." Then as she moved back in front of me she said, "Open your mouth. Bite and you'll be punished."
So I opened my mouth, and she checked my teeth, just like at a livestock auction, and it was horribly degrading, but what came next was even worse, and very...disturbing.
"Good, you have good teeth; now stand still while I have a good look at your genitals."
My what!?! I thought, but I'd heard correctly. She squatted in front of me, and reaching up she fondled and hefted my balls and I gave an involuntary grunt of pleasure. She smiled, and said, "Like that, do you? Well, you'll be getting a lot more of it if you behave." She fondled my balls, feeling and inspecting each one carefully, and to my horror I chuffed in pleasure, I couldn't help it! She smiled, and gave them another gentle squeeze, and then my ears stood up when she said, "Now let's have a look at your penis." And she started gently squeezing my balls and stroking my sheath, and to my horror my cock came sliding out, and under her expert touch it soon became erect and rigid, thick pre oozing from the head. And God help me, it felt wonderful! As it grew and throbbed I shuddered in pleasure; and I couldn't believe I was just standing there letting her do it, but she did it with the detached attitude of a vet examining an animal, and I realized that's exactly what I was to her. An animal, nothing more. But as she stroked and inspected it I grunted in need, pre dribbling from the tip. Please, I thought, oh please!! I'd never felt such lust or...need before. It was more intense, more...beastial. Grunting, I reached down and gripped my shaft as she examined the flared blunt head, but she gently pulled my hand away, and said,
"Not now, be a good boy and behave yourself." Taking a small tape measure she measured the length of my cock from where it emerged from my sheath, and said to herself, "Good response to stimulation, hmm, a good sixteen inches, nice and thick, not bad, not bad at all. Nice heavy balls too, you're nicely hung my friend."
Then as she got up and started to leave I gave a deep groan, my penis bobbing as I shifted my hooves; pre drooling from the tip, and as she looked back at me I tried desperately to talk, but she misunderstood, because she said,
"If you want too you can masturbate, it's allowed, but if you do then fill this sample bottle for me, that way you won't need to be milked later. Save us some time."
Numbly I took the plastic screw top bottle she gave me, and thought, 'No, that's not what I meant! I can't talk! Damn you, what's going on, I'm NOT an animal! But she kept on going, ignoring my bestial noises, leaving me horribly aroused and needy.
I looked at the container in my hand, and then at my rampant cock, and I could feel it throbbing now, and I'd never felt so aroused before. But I didn't even want to touch the damn thing! That wasn't ME, that wasn't MY cock! It was an animals! But it didn't go away no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it just throbbed and ached, rigid, rampant, and demanding. Finally; with a grunt of resignation, I leaned against the side of the stall and started stroking myself, giving little grunts as the pleasure was more intense then anything I could ever remember. And I was so intent on what I was doing as I stroked myself faster and faster, that when I orgasmed I forgot all about the 'sample bottle', and I squealed in ecstasy as thick ropes of cum blasted from my cock, my balls straining and clenching as I violently climaxed.
Afterwards I stood shuddering; appalled by what I'd done, looking at the gooey mess in the straw as cum kept dribbling from my urethra, and thought, holy crap, that had been...intense! My orgasm must have lasted almost a minute, my cock bobbing and quivering, and the pleasure increased with every spurt, every throb, until the powerful spurts slowly dwindled to a stop. Reaching down I hefted one of my large balls and moaned in pleasure, the hot swollen orb was amazingly sensitive, and was so large that I could only hold one in my hand at a time, and I realized they must be close to the size of baseballs! What the HELL have they done to me?!? I wondered again, was this normal for a...donkey?? Somehow I had a feeling it wasn't, at least not entirely. Finally, after what seemed like forever, my inhuman penis slowly went flaccid and withdrew into my sheath, the swollen mushroom like head peaking out.
A short time later the woman who had inspected me returned, and when she saw the empty container and the mess I'd made, she clicked he tongue, and said,
"Oh dear, looks like you got carried away, didn't you? It's not your fault, I really should have...helped you; the first time is always a little...intense. But we still need a sample, so come on."
She unhooked the chain from my collar, and I started as I had thought it was permanently affixed as there had been no lock or even a snap, but it came loose in her hand easily. Then she snapped a lead rope onto the collar, and to my surprise and shock I found myself following her obediently as I was led just like a...donkey. For some reason I found myself unable to get angry enough to resist, and would later find out the collar had an obedience spell as well, otherwise they'd have more trouble controlling me and the other...beasts. Because what else could you call something two thirds animal and one third human?? And as I followed her like a good little slave I noticed other things like me in the stalls lining the barns walls, only some were horses, goats, or other animals. Turns out our barn was for 'domesticated' stock, they had other barns for 'wild stock' such as deer, and one for the carnivores. They didn't mingle us because of possible...accidents. It seems the 'meat eaters' have a harder time controlling their new instincts, but there aren't near as many of them as there are of the herbivores. They're not as popular for 'pets', too dangerous and hard to control. My kind of 'pet' already had a bred in tendency to be docile, so we were more 'marketable'.
We left the barn and she took me to a vet's office, or barn as it had stalls as well, but also a fully equipped clinic. But I wasn't taken to the clinic; I was taken to a smaller stall lined with white ceramic tiles. It had a drain in the center, and there was hose and other things hanging on hooks. I could smell the mixed scents of numerous different animals; the place reeked, but most were faint. But it made me nervous, and I shied a little as she led me into the stall.
"Calm down, and stand here." she said, indicating the area where the drain was, "and stand still!"
Then she secured heavy leather cuffs around my wrists, cuffs attached to a metal spreader bar with chains attached to a hoist, and I still couldn't make myself resist, it just seemed 'natural' to obey. It was horribly frustrating. She cranked a hoist until my arms were held above my head; giving my muzzle a gentle reassuring pat when I squealed a little bit in fear, then got another spreader bar off a hook and attached it to my ankles; or whatever donkey's have, and chained it to the floor. Then she cranked the hoist again until I was standing completely eagle spread, and helpless. I rolled my eyes, ears laying back, and snorted in fear, but she patted my rump, and said,
"Don't worry, it's just to keep you still while I give you a more thorough exam, and get that sample we need. Calm down and you'll enjoy it, I promise."
I'd finally gone flaccid after I'd jacked off, but as she 'examined' me I was soon even more rampant then before, and damn her, she was enjoying it! She knew what she was doing, and smiled as she worked me up to a very high level of arousal, my cock jutting up rigid and throbbing in need; and I grunted my need, snorting softly. She gently tugged on my balls and fondled them until I was groaning in pleasure, my cock so hard it hurt, pre steadily oozing from the head. Then she left me like that while she examined my teeth again, my ears, tied a rope to my tail and lifted it so she could examine my rear, AND stuck her fingers up my asshole; after putting on rubber gloves, causing more pre to dribble from my aching cock while I grunted in pleasure. I was so horny I couldn't stand it, and tried to hump at the air, but was held to securely; which left me squealing in frustration. Then she hefted my balls, one in each hand, kneading and fondling them, my cock bobbing as strands of pre drooled from the head. I looked at her, rolling my eyes and squealing softly, pleading, and smiling, she said,
"You ready to give me that sample now?"
With a groan I nodded my head; oh God please, and with a laugh she put on a pair of rubber gloves, squirted some lube on my shaft, and then she started stroking my aching shaft with one hand, rubbing and squeezing the head with the other, and I grunted in helpless pleasure as she quickly brought me to orgasm; it didn't take long as I was so incredibly aroused, and as I ejaculated she held a jar over the head of my pulsing cock as I bucked against my restraints and brayed in ecstasy. Oh, ohhhh God, I...I....!!! 'HEEE HAW-HAW-AW-AWWW!" When the jar was almost full she pulled it away, and my last few weakening spurts landed on the floor.
"Good boy," she said, "I'm impressed, you almost filled the jar."
While she put a cap on the jar and cleaned up I just hung there, breathing heavily. Oh God, that had felt...good. But as it would turn out she wasn't through with me yet.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" She asked, laughing as I snorted. "Well, we have the sample we need; more than enough I think, but there's no reason we can't have a little more fun now, is there? That is, if you're 'up' to it?"
WHAT?? I thought in horror, you've got to be kidding?? She wasn't.
Taking my semi-flaccid shaft she gave it a squeeze, smiling at it rapidly swelled to full erectness again, my eyes rolling in horrified...desire. Oh God no, I thought, not again, not like this!? It was so...degrading. But my cock had no problem with what was going on as she bent over and kissed it, then started licking it! My eyes rolled up my head, and I gave a guttural bray of helpless pleasure as she proceeded to lick and suck my cock as she fondled and squeezed my sensitive balls, swallowing several inches at a time as her head bobbed up and down; it was...fantastic, and when I finally came after several long minutes of incredible pleasure I gave a shrill bray of ecstasy, and to my shock she sucked my cock as I came, and swallowed most of my cum!
Lifting her head, cum dripping from her lips, she said, "Umm, I don't know about you, but I enjoyed that little treat very much. Your cum is delicious." I just stared, eyes rolling. Lady; I thought, there is something wrong with you if you like donkey cum!
As she got a hose and flushed the cum on the floor down the drain I hung there dazed and disbelieving. She'd just sucked off an animal! The first time had been clinical, almost detached, but that second time, Jesus! But wait, since I was partially human, would it be considered bestiality, or not? But whatever; it was definitely wrong; my cock was most definitely an animal's! She was sick! But oh, it had felt incredible! I looked in despair at my cock as it began to soften, there had been no way I could resist that aching need! Oh God, I thought, what do they have planned for something like me!?
As she finished cleaning up I looked at her, pleading with my eyes, and tried to talk, grunting and snorting, finally shaking my head and giving a frustrated squeal. She came over, and stroking my muzzle; which was nice as it itched, she said,
"Stacy told me she'd silenced you, so if I give you a voice will you be quiet and only speak when I ask a question, or if I give you permission to ask one? If you don't, I'll take your voice away again. Talk too much without permission and it could be permanent. You won't need to talk much for what you'll be doing anyway."
With a soft snort I nodded my head, and she said something I couldn't quite hear, and I felt my neck tingle and go numb again for a second, then took a deep breath, and said,
"Oh, oh God, thank you! I...it was horrible, not being able to talk! W-Why are you doing this to me?? What AM I?!?"
"Mistress," she said, "always call me Mistress, and any other women; and of course call any men Master, but you won't see many men around here, at least human males, that is, all the staff are women. The only males allowed in the barns are animals, or beasts like you. Now, let me explain a few things, and don't ask any questions until I finish, I know you have quite a few. I'll try and answer the most obvious ones now. You're lucky; most of my sisters don't like to waste their time talking to the livestock."
Obediently silent, I just nodded my head, and looked at her expectantly, ears up and pointing attentively at her. What she told me blew what was left of my mind, and raised more questions than it answered.
"Okay," she said, "as to how you were transformed into a beast, it was by magic of course, a very ancient and powerful magic. How it works is a...secret. I am a senior novice to the Sorceress Circe, and you are what we call a changeling. This is the first stage of your...training as a pleasure beast, and/or breeding stud. Your function will be to sexually pleasure whomever you are eventually sold to, after extensive training first. Your training will include other beasts, natural animals, and of course, humans; both female and male. You will also spend some time in the breeding barn providing stud services as your loins produce donkey sperm. If you do well you will stay as you are, if not, well, we can always use a new permanent stud, a four legged one. And do not think about trying to escape, you can't. And yes, the spell is permanent. You'll be like this the rest of your long and healthy life. And don't look so stricken, if you cooperate it will be very enjoyable, most of your time spent in sexual pleasure. Now, you may ask some questions, but stop when I tell you."
Questions, I thought, how about twenty million? I thought hard, and finally said, "But why? I mean, how can you do this to a human?"
She smiled, and answered, "Because we can; and there are those who enjoy having a 'pet' like you, besides men have almost always been in charge over the eons, have abused and mistreated women more intelligent and reasonable then they are. Just look at history, all the wars and other insanity. A world run by women would have order, peace, and prosperity. Most men are little more then sex starved beasts anyway, so we have given you a more appropriate form, and you are not human anymore, make no mistake as to that. You will find your new...needs, impossible to ignore. But if you behave you will not be mistreated, we do not condone that. We're charter members of the ASPCA."
But I already knew that, how could I not? Just opening my eyes proved it, and one look at my body confirmed it. I looked at her, and said, "I wasn't like that, I wasn't a brute, I never mistreated a woman, this is...is so wrong. Please don't do this to me. I-I don't want to be like this, I feel so strange, so...different."
She gave my nose a rub, and said, "You do seem like a gentle one, my advice is this, if you cooperate your life will be very easy and enjoyable. You'll soon find you're sexually insatiable, its part of the spell, and you'll come to need the sex as much as you need air or water. Let yourself become a beast in all ways; don't' fight your new needs and instincts, that will make it much easier to endure. Do your best to pleasure your partners, and yourself. Dwelling on your lost humanity is the worst thing you can do. And remember, if you resist you'll end up on all fours, an animal in every way, though you'll always retain some of your human memories."
I shuddered at the thought of having my mind trapped in the body of an animal, and said, "But I'll be missed, surely the police will come looking? And how can you hide something like...me? People are sure to notice!"
She smiled, and said, "We chose our 'pets' carefully, those who won't be missed, that can 'disappear' with the least effort. You were chosen out of over a hundred 'applicants' for the 'job' we had advertized. Each one was scanned and researched, and you were chosen, a nobody, someone who wouldn't be missed. As to being seen, well, everyone here is a novice Sorceress or adept, and totally loyal to Circe. But if someone does come snooping, we have ways of concealing what we don't wish to be seen."
"B-But why???" I asked, "Why even make something like me! I'm a...freak, a-a monster! There are lots of men who would be...glad to be sex slaves."
"Mistress, always call me Mistress, when you address me." She scolded gently.
"I'm sorry...Mistress." I said.
"Good boy. Very well, I will answer your question, but that is the last one for now. As I said before, you are a pleasure beast. Due to the nature of our service to Circe we can seldom be, um, satisfied by a 'normal' male. When your training is complete you will be sold to a Sorceress, Sorcerer, or other person; or individual, who is aware of what Mistress Circe has to offer. Our 'products' are in big demand. You may travel with one of her circuses for awhile as well, as part of the 'Freak Show', that is until a buyer is found. You could end up belonging to one person, a whole coven, or even in a special brothel or 'pleasure farm'. But don't worry, you're very valuable and will be well cared for by whoever buys you. We do not condone the mistreatment of any of our stock, and our customers know that. If they do, well, we can always use new stock."
"Oh dear God.", I moaned, and let my head droop dejectedly, large slow tears running down my muzzle as I snuffled. I hadn't thought I was a 'nobody'.
As I snuffled as she stroked my muzzle again, and kissing my large rubbery nose she said softly, "Look, I'll do my best to make sure your training is as...enjoyable as possible, I don't mistreat the beasts I train. I won't push you beyond your limits; once we determine what they are, and will give you plenty of time to adjust to each stage." Then she took my muzzle between her hands, and gave me another kiss on my nose, and finishing, said, "Think of me as your friend as well as Mistress, and if anything starts to hurt or feel too uncomfortable, tell me and I'll stop. I won't abuse you. You're an intelligent one and I like you, and we'll have SO much fun!"
Good lord, I realized, she actually expects me to just accept this and be a happy little beast! And this isn't abuse?? Being restrained and...and pleasured with no choice in the matter?? I thought as I squirmed, the chains rattling. But I couldn't help it, and as she kissed my nose and scratched my muzzle I gave a soft snort of pleasure; it felt nice, and she laughed when I licked her face, and to my surprise I realized I actually wanted to please her! What was WRONG with me?!?
"Good boy", she said. Then she took me down from my restraints, led me back to my stall, chained me to the wall, left, and later I was fed again. Then the lights dimmed, and I was left alone with my thoughts. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep that first night. I stared into the dark for hours, starting at every sound. This was so wrong and fucked up; but also very real, I thought. Pleasure beast! More like slave, but no, I guess you had to be human to be a slave? Did normal animals think of themselves as slaves? But I also thought about how wonderful it had felt as she'd fondled me and sucked my cock, and the almost agonizing ecstasy as I'd climaxed. And the memory of that intensely disturbing pleasure resulted in my new and inhuman cock sliding out of my sheath again, and soon I was grunting in pleasure as I pleasured myself, I had no choice. And as I came and my cum spurted and splattered in the straw as I squealed in pleasure I realized that was the fourth time I'd cum in just a few hours, and there was no real sense of satisfaction and no post-soreness. That couldn't be normal, even for a donkey. And several times during the night I heard the sounds of pleasure from other stalls, soft grunts and squeals reaching a groaning peak before fading away. I wanted to call out to my fellow beasts, but my collar had been deactivated again. It would only be 'turned on' when a Mistress wanted to talk to me and have me answer, which was rarely. I would soon grow used to being a 'mute'. It was all part of the 'breaking and training'. Being treated like an animal, living like an animal, and not being able to talk makes you eventually believe you ARE an animal, and nothing more.
My 'training' started bright and early the next day. Mistress Olivia came to fetch me right after 'breakfast'; which consisted of oats mixed with chunks of carrots and apple slices, and took me to a 'training stall'. It was a combination stall and room as it had a real bed, but also what she called 'mounting racks' of various kinds. My training would also include BDSM, both receiving and giving. I remember the first 'session' like it was yesterday instead of so many long years ago, remember how scared, and...excited, I was.
Mistress Olivia was a 'good' trainer in that; as promised, she was considerate of my needs and initial reluctance and lack of experience. Oh, I was no virgin, but my previous sexual encounters did little to prepare me for what was coming. Getting used to being more animal then human was hard enough, and being trained as a sex slave wasn't much easier; at least at first, despite the unavoidable pleasure. And I wasn't given much time to adjust anyway; they felt that starting training right away made it easier. And I guess that was true as I was certainly distracted by the sexual pleasure. The first thing she had me do was simple, she had me masturbate while she watched, teaching me to stop when ordered. She had me drag it out until I was whimpering from need, and when I was allowed to cum it was glorious, and I gave a bellow of pleasure; as my aching cock throbbed and pulsed, that made her laugh.
"There," she'd say, "that wasn't so bad, was it? And we're just getting started. Now, again."
The next time she had me cum as fast, and as often, as I could as I desperately stroked myself to orgasm after orgasm. Next she strapped me on an upright 'X' shaped rack, and sucked and stimulated me until I was begging her to let me cum; drawing it our for hours, until she finally undid one of my arms and let me finish. Then she strapped it back down and started over again while I writhed and moaned helplessly as she taught me the pain and pleasure of orgasm denial. To my shocked disbelief I came eight times that first day, and there was no post-soreness. And I would soon find that was a 'slow' day, that she was starting me off 'easy'!
For several weeks I was trained in the art of masturbation, orgasm denial, learning to cum on command and not before; as often as ordered, and also the pleasures of oral and anal stimulation. This included riding a large dildo and masturbating at the same time, and then performing for viewers. The first few times were horribly degrading as I performed for small audiences, but as I performed again and again I soon grew used to it, and the increasingly large dildos reaming out my asshole were deliberate as it made me more suitable for anal sex with other male beasts with equally large penises. It was horribly degrading; even for a beast, but I performed as instructed as I had no choice. And the pleasure was almost unbearable, and I needed it so badly. If I went for several hours without sex I would have to pleasure myself to satisfy my steadily increasing needs. To this date I don't know if it was part of the spell, but the more sex I had, the more I needed, wanted, craved, as my training continued nonstop. No weekends, no holidays.
And when she was satisfied we started on the second stage, and for the first time since I had been transformed I had sex with a female. A four legged one, a natural Jenny. At first I thought I'd just be practicing self pleasuring again, but I smelled the Jenny before I saw her as she was in estrus. I'd smelled females before; sometimes in estrus as well, but they'd always been distant and I never saw them. This one was waiting in a stall for me, and seemed glad to see me. I was rampant by the time we reached the stall, snorting eagerly as strange new...needs washed over me, and as Mistress Olivia opened the door I looked at her questioningly; and hopefully, and she said,
"She's for you, you have all morning. I'll check back after lunch. Enjoy."
And perhaps it was a testament to just how much of an animal I had become as I didn't hold back from trying to satisfy the incredible lust that had washed over me as soon as I scented the Jenny. I eagerly mounted her without hesitation, the feel of my raging erection sliding between her thick rubbery lips was almost unbearable, and squealing and braying in lust I took her fast and rather brutally the first two or three times, and her own squeals and brays were as loud as mine, and mine were as bestial as hers. Then I was able to a slow down and really...enjoy myself, as both a man and an animal, as a...beast.
I watched as my cock slid in and out of her sex as I serviced her; the first few times I'd laid across her back as I lunged into her, but this time my hands gripped her in front of her hind legs as I grunted in pleasure. At this point a small part of my mind was still appalled at what I was doing; even in a body almost like hers, but there was no way I could deny that need. And it felt so incredibly good, the intense pleasure excruciating, so much better then 'artificial' stimulation. Over an hour later I was still coupling with her; having had several more pleasurable orgasms, and was so intent on my 'mate' that I didn't notice I had an audience at first, but finally scented the watcher, and raising my head found Mistress Olivia watching me and the Jenny copulate with a big smile on her face. And as I kept serving the Jenny; there was no way I could stop, I felt a horrible despair come over me as she watched me performing like...an animal, and as my cock exploded again I gave a bray of ecstasy, then dismounted and stood there breathing heavily with my cock jutting up, cum still dribbling from the head, and I don't think she realized the wetness staining my muzzle wasn't just sweat as tears rolled from my eyes. I AM an animal now, I finally accepted for the first time, and after that things got...easier. And eagerly I mounted the Jenny again, my brays of ecstasy even louder as I serviced her again and again, my Mistress fondly smiling in approval at my performance.
The rest of that first day with the Jenny Mistress Olivia had me mount her and would tell me to speed up, slow down, and so on. She also had me lick the large rubbery lips of the Jenny's vagina, and clean her with my tongue when I was through, or to get her ready. After some initial reluctance I found I enjoyed it, the scent and taste of the Jenny's sex irresistible, and soon I needed no more prompting. I was also taught to cause the Jenny to orgasm with just my tongue and lips, and after my initial disgust I enjoyed the oral sex. After all, I was just an animal now, and tasting a female's sex to determine her readiness before servicing her made it even better. And when the Jenny; whom I later learned had once been human too, gave me my first animal blow job I almost passed out. She swallowed every inch of me easily, and then snaked her tongue out and licked my balls while she sucked me dry. She had been well trained too.
For a month the Jenny was my daily partner as I was taught the art of coupling with an animal, which I would be doing for the voyeurism of my owner; or owners, when they desired me to, and of course for breeding purposes. Then I spent another two weeks learning to service other beasts, horses, goats, deer, and more 'species'. But not any carnivores, only fellow herbivores.
Then when I reached the next stage of my training I met my first fellow beast, a mare who was part human and part animal like me, and who was to be my main partner for another month. I had coupled with smaller natural horses before, so as we approached the training stall I expected to find another 'natural' one. But when I saw she was like me, partially human, I froze at first as I looked at her. She was brown with a black mane and looked like me except for shorter ears and a different kind of tail, and of course female genitals. She had large firm breasts with very big nipples and aureoles, and her sex wasn't visible at first as it was farther back between her legs. She flicked her ears at me shyly as my cock slid out of its sheath, and with a grunt of lust I started for her, but Mistress Olivia held me back with a jerk on my halter.
"NO, not yet!" She said; "let me get her ready for you!"
So I waited impatiently, snorting, rampant and aroused, while Mistress Olivia had the mare bend over a leather padded frame an cuffed her wrists to the legs. Then she stood back and watched as the mare and I got 'acquainted'. It no longer bothered me in the least that we had an audience as mounted and serviced her.
I snuffled the mare's rump as she lifted her tail for me, and then with a squeal of lust I mounted her, and took her like an animal, grunting and lunging into her with fast powerful thrusts. I brought us both to mutual orgasms fairly quickly as my need was so great, but as I started servicing her again Mistress Olivia said, 'Slower this time!', and I obediently obeyed, not cumming until she gave me permission. Then she had me take the mare as fast as I could, then another long slow coupling. And so it went for the rest of that first day as I serviced the mare again and again, both of us squealing and snorting in pleasure, the mare obviously enjoying it as much as I was.
As I had with the natural Jenny and other animals I 'learned' to service the mare in a large variety of positions, with one of us restrained or unrestrained, fast, slow, nonstop for hours without cumming, or having up to six orgasms in an hour. And the mare and I both loved it, and did our best to please our Mistress, her approval the only reward we wanted. And after two weeks other partners were added, both beasts and animals, and we performed happily as we showed off our skills and learned new ones. Later I found the mare had once been a novice Sorceress that had been found 'wanting' by Circe, and since no one ever left her service the novice had joined the 'stock' in order to serve her Mistress in a new way. Her duty was to train other beasts, she would never be sold. I think she enjoys it immensely.
Then came two more months of training with other animals and beasts; males included. I learned to enjoy being sodomized, to suck another male's cock, and to do both at the same time as I was serviced by two males. They taught me the 'sandwich' in which while I humped a Jenny a male beast humped me, and all manner of other positions including foursomes, and we were taught to control ourselves, to cum in perfect coordination when finally given permission, or for one or more of us to keep ourselves from cuming while we brought our partners to orgasm after orgasm.
Mistress Olivia was very pleased with my progress and performance. I didn't realize it, but this was still part of being 'broken', of reducing my mind to that of a willing pleasure beast that could no longer comprehend any other way of life; like a drug addict I came to need, to crave, the sexual pleasure, addicted to it. And the more sickening and degrading the acts I performed the more my humanity was forced deep into the back of my mind and the more the animal mind took over, and it worked; they were very good at what they did, after all they have been doing it for eons. My trainer broke me with kindness, gentleness, and extreme sexual torment and pleasure, and the more depraved and 'bestial' my training, the more I came to accept it, and eventually enjoy it as I tried to satisfy my unnatural lust. But most of all I craved the approval of my Mistress, my biggest joy pleasing her with my performances. But still it went on. They wanted to be completely sure, but they needn't have worried. The man I had been was long gone, only a pleasure beast remained.
Then came the final part of my training. The day started out normally, and the mare and I were pleasuring one another orally as we were allowed to share a stall now. She was lying on her back on a low table, and I was bent over her, my tongue buried in her pussy while she sucked my cock. I noticed someone enter the training stall, and raising my eyes saw it was Mistress Olivia. There was nothing new about that, but today she was wearing a robe instead of the usual khaki's. Then my ears stood up straight as she took off the robe and hung it up, and she was stark naked! It was the first time since my change that I'd seen a nude human female, and part of me wished she had some nice fur or a tail. As I watched she crossed her arms, smiling as she politely waited for the mare and I to finish our morning ritual, which we had been trained to do. When a Mistress or Master did not require our services we were expected to 'practice' on one another constantly. The last stage of my training would be how to pleasure human females, and she would undertake that part of my training personally.
She was a large woman with fairly wide hips and large firm breasts, but wore her dirty blond hair cut short like a man. And while some might assume she was a 'bull dyke' lesbian that certainly wasn't true. I knew the Sorceress's' and novices did like to pleasure one another, but they also liked the services of males as well. As she approached, breasts jiggling, I watched with intense interest. I was of course familiar with her scent, but it was a little different now, and I realized she was aroused. To date her training had been strictly professional; just like a lion tamer teaching cats to jump through hoops, but now it was about to get very...personal. As she came closer the mare and I came with grunts of pleasure; having been taught to coordinate our release, and I raised my muzzle from her sex, licking my nose as her orgasmic juices dripped from it and my tongue, and she gave a muffled squeal of pleasure as she kept sucking my pulsing cock and swallowed my cum, then with a wet 'slurp' my cock slid from her mouth as I stood up. And I already knew what the Mistress wanted, I could smell her need, and I was eager to show her what I could do, to use my skills to pleasure her.
"Yes, that's it, good boy!" Mistress Olivia had said as I eagerly nuzzled her breasts, running my thick wet tongue over her rigid nipples, grunting in lust, and then worked my way down to her crotch. She was sitting in a chair, and stroked my ears as my head bobbed between her spread legs, my tongue busy deep in her sex as I happily did what she had trained me to do so well. "Ugggh, yes, good, like that! Uh-ohhh, good boy! Mmmm, yes, you have, uggh, learned well!" And I squealed in pleasure as her first orgasmic juices flooded my mouth, and she gave a deep groan of satisfaction at my efforts to pleasure her as she orgasmed. As she rubbed my nose and stroked my muzzle afterwards, she said, "You've turned out very nicely, so now it's time to start the last of your training. I'll be your main partner for awhile, with the mare to help. Now, I'm ready for your tongue again, but slower this time, make be beg for you to let me cum, and be sure to stimulate my clitoris more. Umpf, yes, like that! Good boy!"
And so the last two months of my training started, and the final stage of my breaking. The first few days were oral only, at least with her, but I still remember that glorious day she had me mount her for the first time. My cock was equine, but due to my size was not quite as large as your average donkey. Had I been hung like that mounting a human female would have been next to impossible, at least without causing her physical harm. But I was still very large, so she taught me how to couple with a human female without causing any damage; even if it meant I couldn't achieve full penetration. That was the hardest thing I learned as my natural instinct; and desire, was to hilt in a female before I started fucking her. But I was a good learner, eager to please my Mistress.
Basically I had to get her ready by orally stimulating her to cause her sex to swell and get wet, and then mount her carefully, slowing working my cock into her with short powerful thrusts as she stretched to accommodate me. I learned to love doing that, listening to her moan in pleasure as I slowly worked my way in deeper and deeper with short powerful thrusts of my hindquarters, gyrating my hips in a circular motion to help ream her out. With some of the human females I could actually hilt; especially the more senior novices like my Mistress as I could penetrate their cervix's right into their wombs with ease, but most of the time I could only work in about eight to ten inches of my cock, but that was plenty. Hilting was nice, but I could manage just fine either way. But Mistress Olivia took every inch; she'd been doing this a long time and was well reamed out, and I later found out there was a spell which would allow a woman to accommodate larger cocks in their pussy or ass, or both. As I was so proud of myself as I listened to her gasping and moaning as I fucked her for the first time, and her shriek of ecstasy as I finally brought us to orgasm made me bray loudly, the mare licking and fondling my balls as I serviced our Mistress. Then she had me start again, and I brayed in delight, how I loved servicing my Mistress, the beast seeing it as a great honor.
And so the training went on, Mistress Olivia teaching me to pleasure human females with different body types; how to best pleasure a large woman, or a petite one, in every way imaginable. I was no longer chained at this point, staying happily in my stall between training sessions, eager for the next day to start. My collar had also been removed as well, it was no longer necessary, and a well trained pleasure beast has no desire to waste time talking, and I doubt I even remembered how to at this point, my acceptance that I was now an animal complete; and after all animals can't talk. Weeks, and then months, would go by without my saying a word, or being asked to speak, and once the collar was removed I couldn't talk anymore anyway, but by then I didn't miss it anymore. Who needed to talk, we knew what to do, what was expected of us, it only mattered that that we understood the commands our owners gave us.
The training included wearing various kinds of 'harness's' and other 'bondage' gear; both human and equine, and I was trained to perform BDSM as both dominate and subordinate, with animals, beasts, humans, and multiple partners, all depending on what my owners and/or voyeurs wanted, from basic restraint to 'torture' machines. I was also broken to the bit, and trained to pull various kinds of carts and small wagons; both by myself or as part of a pair with other donkey beasts, and learned what a whip felt like on my rump and flanks. I enjoyed pulling a cart, it meant I got to go outside and enjoy some fresh air.
Then came the day I was taken up to the main house to join the other fully trained pleasure beasts, both female and male, in a kind of unending orgy as the Sorceress's and novices made use of our services anytime they desired; day or night, and in the meantime we were allowed to pleasure one another for 'practice', and we practiced a lot. The basement of the house was an extensive well equipped 'dungeon', and I was familiarized with the various 'equipment', both as 'victim' and operator. I was well fed, and once a day was lovingly cleaned and brushed, snorting in pleasure from the lovely grooming sessions as the brushes and curry combs rubbed over my fur and through my mane, as happy as a beast could be. And sometimes, joy, I would be rewarded with a sugar cube or other special treat, happily licking them from the palm of the Mistress; or more rarely Master, who was rewarding me for a nice pleasure session. I would go for days now without remembering having once been something else, and when I did it no longer bothered me. It was a distant memory, more like a dream. I knew what I was now, that was all that mattered. And finally my training was complete. I was a fully trained, compliant, obedient, happy pleasure beast, experienced and eager to please and pleasure my owners.
I spent about three weeks in the main house; the compliments my Mistress got from the other women about how well trained I was making me proud. I even had the 'honor' of servicing Circe more then once, though I doubt if the thing I had become even recognized her anymore. All I cared about was she was female, and wanted my services. Then one morning I was led from the house to a waiting livestock trailer along with two other beasts, the door was shut, and the trailer began to move. I'd never see the farm again. And I cried, calling for my Mistress, but finally calmed down after awhile.
My companions in the trailer were a mare, and a female goat, both beasts like me. Unfortunately we were confined in individual stalls, and having been taught to never touch our lead ropes when we'd been tied up we didn't even think about getting loose so we could pleasure on another. So we just dozed in the heat, the trailer swaying as we were taken to our unknown destination. The next day we stopped again, but instead of being watered and fed the goat was led out of the trailer, the door shut, and we were on the road again a few minutes later. Two days later we stopped again, the mare was led away, and I was left alone, which made me nervous. The unfamiliar surroundings and being alone caused some of my human fears to resurface, and I nervously paced in the stall and my appetite was lousy, and I called forlornly for my Mistress more then once. Plus I was in desperate need of some sex, it had been almost three days now, and just masturbating did little to slake my aching lust. Then the trailer came to a final stop, and to my surprise I could hear music. As I was led from the trailer I stopped and stared in amazement, ears rigid as I flared my nostrils and snuffled the scent filled air.
It was a fair, or carnival, and I saw a large well lit sign that said "Circe's Traveling Circus and Carnival", and in the near distance could see large crowds of people wandering between the rides and show tents. I felt a sudden brief surge of hope, but it faded just as quickly. I wanted to scream 'Help me, I'm not an animal!', but I wasn't wearing a collar, and I'm sure the sound of a braying donkey wouldn't have attracted much attention. Besides, I was just an animal. As I stood there staring my lead rope was handed to a large heavy set man, and he gave it a jerk, and said,
"C'mon you; and you'd better behave yourself."
So I followed him docilely; there wasn't anything else I could do and I only wanted to please, and I was taken to a large tent, and as we entered I caught a glimpse of a banner that partially read, 'See the Freaks of Nature! All real, only...'. Then I was led down a dark canvas corridor, the man opened a door and motioned for me to enter, and I found myself in a cage with glass for one side. There was straw on the floor, a bucket with water, and that was all. And looking in at me were people, I was on display in a Freak Show! With a squeal of horror I squatted down in a corner and stared at nothing, trying to ignore the stares, I'd never seen so many humans looking at me before! Did they want me to do something, perform for them?? But there were children too! Then the man opened the door again, stuck his head in, and said,
"Stand up and move around, let them have a look at you!"
And I did as I was told, the women blushing at the sight of my genitals even though my penis remained in its sheath, men laughing and pointing, some staring intently. I guess the glass was really thick as I hardly ever heard anything, and was honestly glad I couldn't hear what was being said most of the time. I was billed as 'Danny the Donkey Boy, human father, Jenny mother, step right up and see the Freak of Nature!' The show wasn't very large, and while most of the 'displays' were beasts like me, there were a few genuine freaks such as the Siamese Twins, a woman with a partially formed second head, etc. And as I would find out some of the 'staff' were also partially animals as well, but not so much that they couldn't pass for 'normal' when wearing clothes. They were considered 'beasts' as well, and were loyal to Circe out of fear as they didn't want to end up like me, or worse, on all fours. It was an effective way of controlling the 'stock' and ensuring loyalty.
When the day ended and I was collected from the display cage I soon found out my 'work day' wasn't over. In order to make more money there was an 'after hours' sex show in which the beasts would perform with one another and trained animals from the petting zoo for a small crowd of people, then after that if someone had 'rented' us for anywhere from an hour to all night we would service them in whatever ways they desired. As it turned out donkeys were quite popular, and I usually had two or more customers waiting in line for me, and just as many males as females. Usually they had me service them; or they would service me, but sometimes they would have me and one or more of the other beasts they'd rented put on a private show. One man paid to watch while a buck and I fucked his wife, and she didn't enjoy it very much and to be strapped down. I managed to get about ten inches of my cock in her pussy as I serviced her; and she swallowed most of it, but the buck hilted. Soon I developed a reputation for being quite 'accomplished', and was quite popular and seldom got much sleep at night, having to doze in my display cage during the day or on the road between stops.
Being what I was I soon adjusted to 'carnival life', eager for the day to end so I could slake my increasing needs. To go more then a few hours without having sex was almost painful; though masturbation helped, so the first few coupling were frenzied and more animal then human, and the crowds watching myself and the other beasts and animals perform for them loved it as we rutted for them. My 'regular' partners were a Shetland pony mare, and a female goat beast. It was tight with the nanny, but she took every inch, having been trained to accommodate equine partners. For those that enjoyed male-on-male my partner was a buck. As I serviced my partners; grunting and snorting in pleasure, I would stare out at the small crowd of onlookers as they watched almost mesmerized by the bestial act they were witnessing, and a part of me buried deep in my mind hated them for enjoying our bestial degradation. But maybe that wasn't fair, they didn't know we'd once been as human as there were, how could they? We were just animals, freaks, but just animals nonetheless. It wasn't like we had any feelings. One woman was watching me intently, her tongue licking over her lips, and when she whispered to the overseer I knew what that meant, I knew the signs. My services would be required in private after the show was over.
She was waiting for me after the 'show', and the beasts that had paying partners waiting for them were led to the 'private' trailers. I stood still as she slowly took her clothes off, staring at me the whole time. I knew that despite her own arousal she was also a little scared; I was after all not human, and quite large. But I was well trained, and she had nothing to fear from me, I was a gentle beast. The mere thought of injuring a human filled me with sickening horror, I was meant for pleasure, or pleasure through desired pain.
When she was ready I approached her, and gently snuffled at her hair and licked her breasts, her large nipples firm and sensitive, and she gave a soft moan of pleasure as I explored her body. I was good at what I did, and only wanted; needed, to give her as much pleasure as possible. As she lay back in a comfortable chair I crouched and pushed my muzzle between her legs, and tongued her sex while she pulled at my ears, gasping and kicking feebly, then whimpering as my tongue slid between her nether lips and deep inside her wet swollen sex. She had her first orgasm as I gently plunged her depths, and I gave a soft squeal of pleasure as her orgasmic juices washed over my eagerly lapping tongue. Then as I stood up her eyes widened as my cock came sliding slowly out of its sheath as I grew rampant, and I gave a snort of pleasure as she timidly touched me, and then somewhat clumsily stroked my swelling shaft. Sometimes the inexperienced ones can give me more pleasure as they experiment and try to find what I, and they, like the most. But as she finished her curious inspection of my inhuman genitals; it felt wonderful as she'd hefted and fondled my huge balls in wonder, it was obvious she was ready for me, and willing.
There was a leather covered and padded 'mounting brace' in the trailer, and it was recommended human partners use it with the beasts due to our 'strength', and she leaned across it, her rear exposed to me. She was a large woman, and I gave a snort of approval as I spread her cheeks to make her sex more accessible. Her mound and lips were large, and as I pressed the head of my cock against her slick lips she gave a deep groan of anticipation, and I nickered softly to reassure her. It took a little doing to force my large flared head into her, but once her lips had closed over it my shaft slid in much easier. It took me almost half an hour to work ten inches of my thick equine cock into her wet slick sex; half an hour of sheer ecstasy, the woman gasping and squealing in pleasure as I gently forced in inch after inch until my head was pressing against her cervix, then once I'd reached the limit I could penetrate her I started fucking her with slow steady thrusts, grunting and snorting, her own sounds of pleasure almost as loud as mine. I held off for close to an hour, bringing her; and myself, to the brink again and again, and when I finally brought us to orgasm it was incredible, and she gave a deep guttural scream as I brayed in ecstasy as my throbbing cock filled her to overflowing with my thick inhuman cum. Then after I pulled out I cleaned her sex with my tongue, long and slow, enjoying the blended tastes of our mutual pleasure, and she moaned softly. Then there came a soft knock at the door to let her know her time was up, and I watched as she got dressed, and just before she left she gave me a quick kiss on the end of my muzzle, and I snorted in pleasure. I had enjoyed pleasuring her, and she had given me much pleasure as well. I wished she'd paid for the whole night, I would have enjoyed pleasuring her again. Then I was take back to my stall and got some sleep until the show opened the next morning.
For several more weeks I traveled with the Circus, the routine the same. On display during the day, the nightly sex shows, and then pleasured anyone who had paid for my services. Of course sometimes the show's 'employees' made use of my services as well in order to satisfy their own bestial lust. My favorite was a woman who was part cow, I liked her because I could hilt my full sixteen inches in her bovine sex, and she was a most energetic and enjoyable partner. None of the shows males were as large as I was, so I was able to satisfy her better. Except for her large rubbery sex, vestigial udder, and fully developed tail she looked perfectly human. She used to sneak me sugar cubes too, which I couldn't get enough of. Of course they knew what we really were, and treated more as people then most of the human partners who rented our services. I appreciated that.
Then one drizzly day after the show had shut down for the day I was collected as usual and taken to the sex show tent, but instead of performing for the small crowd of waiting people it was an auction this time. One by one; I and my fellow beasts were trotted out on the stage, and sold to the highest bidder. It didn't bother me that much; I was used to being on display. I rather enjoyed it when several bidders climbed up on the stage and inspected me, paying particular attention to my genitals. I was told to 'show them what I had', and obediently stroked myself to full arousal; which wasn't all that hard. And standing there on display, my cock rigid and throbbing, just aroused me more. At that point the bidding picked up, and I flicked my ears from bidder to bidder as the amount went up and up. I sold for $127,000 to a middle aged woman. I got a strange satisfaction from the fact I'd brought more than any of the other beasts.
After the auction I was taken to a trailer, loaded up, and hauled away into the night. My time with the Circus was over. I would miss my fellow beasts and some of the show's 'employees'. The woman I'd been sold to; Mistress Cornelia, was the Madam of a very old and prestigious brothel for the very powerful, wealthy, and depraved. It catered to any sexual pleasure and/or perversion a patron might desire. Bestiality was among the tamest. About the only thing they didn't allow was snuff, unless it was consensual. If someone with a death wish wanted to be sexually tortured to death, they'd found the right place. Of course if you changed your mind half way through, too late, you'd signed a contract. I fit right in of course, to me it was everything I could have wanted, or needed. There were other beasts like myself, animals, and plenty of human partners; including those who could accommodate my full length, and I was soon very popular, my services in demand.
The only problem came when I flat out refused to rape a woman to death, despite being whipped. I didn't care if she wanted me too; I had been trained NOT to cause bodily injury, and I freaked out when they tried to make me. Later; after Circe found out, the brothel had to pay a huge fine or lose her as a 'supplier'. They paid, and the woman I was supposed to rape to death, and the man who'd 'set-it-up' both disappeared. I have a feeling they ended up as new pleasure beasts.
It's a horribly degrading life, but for something like me there is no other real alternative. I would be miserable without the constant sexual acts I perform, and it doesn't bother me no matter how depraved they might be. It's what I do, and I'm very good at it. And I'm as happy as a thing like me can be as I perform for my owners, after all, I'm a pleasure beast.
The End
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