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Dog Tags

Part 9 One of the Girls

NINE

One of the Girls



I woke finally to the rattling sound of the pipes, the water faucet turning on
full blast.  I hit my head again and moaned, trying to shift again in my
confinement, trying too to listen.

I could hear someone moving about the kitchen again clanging pots and pans and
from the smell of bacon frying; cooking breakfast.  I moaned into my gag, hoping
whichever of the three women it was that they would take pity on me and let me
out of my cramped cell.  I was smelling and hot, filthy, and I was starving as
the delicious odors of fried food came seeping into my prison.  I was ignored
however, at least for awhile.

"Girls!" I heard Momma Rose shout, slamming a cupboard door.  "Get up, now! 
Don't make me come in there!"  Then-

"We're up, Momma," and, "Coming!"

I heard the sound of pounding feet as the two girls joined their mother in the
kitchen.  Greetings of a good morning were passed all around as they all walked
around doing whatever they did to get ready for breakfast-

"Where's the boy, Jillian?" I heard Rose ask.  Apparently she had made
breakfast, ignorant of the fact that I was right there with her the entire time. 
I saw Jillian's shadow as she approached the cabinet-

"Right here, Momma," she giggled knocking on the cabinet door.  "You awake in
there, boy?"  I moaned.

"Jesus, girl," Rose scolded.  "You could'a told me."  I heard Jillian apologize,
saw through the crack in the door as she reached to open the cabinet-

"You leave him be for now.  Come eat your breakfast."

I was left there yet, while they ate.  I heard them chatting over their meal, my
stomach growling as I heard the silverware clattering and scraping on their
plates.  They talked about common things; what they were going to do that free
day from school, what they needed to pick up at the store later, how was the
weather going to be.  The conversation turned to me a time or two, but they
whispered then, lowering their voices so I could not hear.  I did hear Beth's
name as well as they all wondered when she might show up to claim me, and how
much time they had.

Finally I heard them slide their chairs back and start moving around again.  The
dishes clattered into the sink above me and I heard Rose agree that they could
be left for me, but start them soaking-

"Can we let him out now?" Tasha asked, and Rose must have nodded because the
cabinet doors finally were unlocked and flung wide.  I blinked at the sudden
light, trying to focus on the two sets of legs that moved into my line of sight. 
All at once though the two girls squatted down and peered into my makeshift
cell, both grinning widely-

"Morning, doggie," Tasha said in a singsong voice, barely containing her glee.

"Sleep well?" Jillian asked just as merrily before she wrinkled her nose and
scooted back a bit.  She waved her hand before her face and Tasha stood stepping
away.

"Phew!" Jillian said with disgust.  "He stinks."

"I think he peed on himself."

"My God," Rose moaned.  I saw her sitting in one of the chairs at the kitchen
table peering around Jillian's long legs to see.  Her face twisted in disgust as
well, but I could not help but see the slight curl to her lips for just a moment
before she started in on her daughters.  "What is wrong with you two?  You girls
are so cruel!  Get that poor boy out of there- Now!"

Jillian and Tasha both jumped at their mother's command.  I saw them hold their
breath as both squatted down again and started to roughly drag me from the
cabinet.  They grunted and heaved, ignoring my moans, giggling as I thumped and
bumped and finally sprawled on the floor between them.  The two girls stood up
and back quickly, standing on either side as I squirmed on the dirty floor
trying to stretch my limbs and get some feeling back.

I looked up at them imploringly, pleading and whining into my gag as my muscles
screamed in protest, the blood flowing freely through my veins again.  Both were
still in their nightgowns, which were long football jerseys; black for Jillian
and red for Tasha.  Jillian's hair was undone from the topknot she was wearing
the day before, and I saw that her hair actually reached just past her shoulders
and was full and rich.  She looked pretty, even without makeup and fresh out of
bed, and so did Tasha with her longer, straight hair still in disarray.  They
were both wearing sports sandals for slippers and I could smell their feet as
they stood close, wiggling their toes in my face.

"Go get him cleaned up now!  And Jesus Christ, untie him!"  I saw Rose sitting
there in her own housecoat and scruffy slippers shaking her head in dismay.  She
was not really mad I think, but rather disappointed in the way her daughters
were treating me.  She made no move to set me free, however.

"An' whichever of you two hellions had the bright idea to put 'im there for the
night can just clean up the mess he made."

"Aw, Momma," Jillian moaned- it had been her idea.  "He can do that-"

"Yes he can," Rose cut off the whining, "but I'm tellin' you to do it girl.  You
want a dog, you gotta take care of him."  I heard Jillian sigh with a huff and
when I looked up at her she was staring daggers at me, her arms folded across
her chest.  Then suddenly her lips twisted in an evil grin and I shivered.

She bent and grabbed me by the collar, grunting as she spun me about and dragged
me back, shoving me face first into the puddle of piss on the cabinet floor.  I
felt her hand move to the back of my head then as she ripped the towel from
about my mouth, then taking out the rag before holding my face in my mess.

"Bad doggie!" she hissed, then leaning in close whispered in a commanding tone,
"Lick!"  I heard Tasha giggle, as she was close enough to hear, and then laugh
out loud as a second later I felt the sting of Jillian's rubber-soled sandal as
she slapped down hard across my naked, exposed ass.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Jillian!" Rose finally shouted and my captor paused, still holding my head
down.

"But Momma, this is how you train dogs not to mess on the floor."

"He's not a dog."

"Yes he is," Tasha snickered with glee.

"He's gotta learn, Momma," Jillian continued as I licked.  "Gotta be punished."

"Well..." I heard Rose's voice wavering as she considered.  "I suppose..."

Jillian laughed as she started in again with her mother's reluctant approval. 
Tasha joined in the fun as I felt her plant her sandaled foot between my
shoulders, then heave up on my bound arms to get them out of her sister's line
of fire.  Jillian laid in on me as hard as she could, slap after slap, both
girls laughing as I whimpered and lurched forward into the piss despite their
combined efforts to hold me still and in place.  To their delight I started
crying after the fifth stinging blow, and was begging and pleading, snuffling
between licks by the tenth.

I lost count, but eventually Rose ordered a stop to my punishment.  I must have
received twenty of Jillian's best by the time she finally dragged me out of the
cabinet again and dropped me crying to the floor.  My ass was burning from the
beating, and my face was sticky from piss and tears.  They were all quiet for a
time, watching me- maybe wondering if they had gone too far.  Finally Rose's
voice cut the tension again-

"Take him to the bathroom now and wash him up."

Without a word the two girls each grabbed me under an arm and together simply
dragged me from the kitchen.  I looked up pleading as we passed Momma Rose but
she simply stared down at me, sipping at her coffee.

The girls forced me into the bathtub once in the bathroom, grunting at my weight
as they rolled me over the edge of the tub and turned me over.  They were
breathing hard as I looked up at them through my puffy, tear-filled eyes, but
they were both smiling and I saw no pity as they stared back at me.

Tasha leaned in then and turned on the shower and soon hot water was spraying
down on me.  Jillian told her to adjust the heat- she did not want me burned-
and then they adjusted the flow as well so water poured from the spigot as well. 
Slowly the bathtub started to fill up with water beneath me and Jillian nodded
and pulled the shower curtain closed.

They left me there for a few minutes as both girls ran from the room whispering
and laughing all the way.  While they were gone I quickly tried to sit up, both
to ease the pain in my arms and butt, but also in a vain attempt, hoping to
escape.  My last order had been to lick up my piss, and neither had thought to
tell me anything before they ran off.

I winced as I put more weight on my still stinging ass but tried to ignore the
pain as I started to rotate my wrists, trying to get at the binding knots.  I
watched for their return as I plucked and picked at my bonds, twisting my arms
and craning my neck to see.  My dog tags jangled with my movements but I tried
to ignore the hypnotic melody as best I could, trying to focus on my all but
impossible task.  I thought that if I could get my hands free that I may be able
to work off the ropes about my elbows, which would be harder to remove.  It was
all one cord, and I hoped loosening the first would also loosen the other.

Too soon however the bathroom door flew open again, making the shower curtain
sweep into me and press against my body-

"Hey!"  I heard Tasha's voice and she rushed forward, jerking the plastic
curtain aside.  She looked at me sitting up in the tub, an angry scowl turning
her lips down as Jillian finally returned as well-

"What's going on?" the older sister asked, looking at me curiously as the water
rained down.

"I think he was trying to get away," Tasha said, then roughly shoved me back.  I
slipped on the slick porcelain and slumped back into the half-filled tub with a
moan.  "Bad dog!" she scolded and swatted me across the nose with a
long-handled, bristling scrub brush that I had not noticed her holding.  I
yelped in pain and surprise and they giggled.

Looking at them I saw that they had both changed clothes.  They were wearing
shorts and sports bras now, and they had both tied their hair up and back into
buns.  Too they had each donned a pair of rubber cleaning gloves, and I saw as
they knelt by the tub that Jillian had a small scrub brush in her hand, while
Tasha's long-necked brush was actually for the toilet bowl.

They laughed and chatted happily as they hunkered closer.  Jillian grabbed a bar
of soap and started to lather up my body while Tasha poured shampoo into my hair
and began to work it in.  Despite the running water, my eyes started to sting
and I started to whine and turn away.  They ignored my protests though and
continued about their task, rubbing me down.

They were not gentle, but in the same regard they were not too rough, putting
just a bit of effort into scrubbing me with the brushes, letting the stiff
bristles scour me clean.  It hurt, but oddly felt good as well, and before too
long I felt my already stiff penis growing long and hard again.

"He likes this," I heard Tasha giggle, and a second later she was cupping my
balls and stroking my dick with her thumb.  I whimpered and heard Jillian warn
her to be careful-

"We don't want him to cream," she sniggered, slapping my sore ass again for
emphasis.  "When was the last time you came, doggie?"

"I... I don't..."

"You don't what?"

"I can't."

This apparently surprised them as they both paused.  Tasha then squeezed my
balls-

"You can't get off?" she asked incredulously.  "What are you, impotent?"

"No..." I moaned feeling embarrassed again.  "I just can't.  Beth won't let me."

I knew that it had to be true.  Whatever Beth had done to me, however she had
made me into her dog she had also made me so that I could not cum.  Maybe she
had given me a command- several commands that now kept me in line but also in
the dark.  I didn't know, but with everything that had happened to me over the
weekend I had yet to get release, though my cock was almost always erect and my
balls continually ached.  Of course this information just made the two sisters
laugh uncontrollably and scrub all the harder.

"Boy..." Jillian said when she finally had contained her laughter again.  "You
are one fucked up white boy, ain't ya?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said and hung my head in shame as they started laughing again.

It took them awhile to satisfy themselves with my cleanliness, but finally they
stopped and shut off the water.  I lay there blinking water from my eyes as they
stared at me dreamily, enjoying the spectacle.  I saw Tasha giggle then,
glancing about the room.

"What?" Jillian asked, and her sister leaned close to whisper quietly in her
ear.  Jillian's face broke into a wide grin as well as she too turned to look
over her shoulder.  "Look in the cabinet under the sink," she suggested and
Tasha scooted back to do so.

"Cool," she hissed as I heard her rummaging about.  "Four bottles," she said and
shut the cabinet again before returning to the side of the tub.  I saw that she
set three colorful plastic bottles on the floor between them and held the fourth
in her slim hand as she read the back.  My eyes grew huge to see what she
held...

NAIR- the label read.  It was hair removal cream!  I started whining and
squirming in earnest then, seeing the devilish looks in their dark eyes, the
wicked, evil grins.

"Stay!" Jillian snapped as she too peered at the bottle.  "Should we test it
first, like it says?" she asked, but Tasha just shrugged.  "He may be allergic."

"Let's jus' go for it," the younger sister said as she unscrewed the lid.  "His
tough luck if he is.  Besides, what's he gonna do?"

"Okay..."

They spent the next several minutes rubbing me down from head to toe with the
fruity smelling cream.  It became overwhelming after awhile, and I was breathing
hard as Tasha gently applied a lot around my face and neck.  I had not shaved
since the morning before, but it still started to sting quickly as that was a
sensitive area.  Jillian thought that maybe they were using too much as she
started in on the fourth bottle, but Tasha pointed out how thick my hair was in
spots- like around my groin- and coarse.  They continued.

When they finally finished I was covered in the slimy cream, and there was a
thin layer on the floor of the bathtub as well from my thrashing about.  I had
started whimpering as my skin started to first tingle, then burn as the
chemicals started to work.  They of course ignored me, smirking without pity as
I started to cry.

One after the other they got up and rinsed off their gloves in the sink,
discussing just how long to keep me lathered up.  Finally they agreed to double
the suggested time, due to my thick 'fur' as they called it and left the room
without a word to me, shutting the door behind them.

I whined as the cream continued to burn, squirming in the slick tub, trying to
ease my torment.  I tried to work my way up to get at the faucet handles and
hopefully get the water running again, but the tub was too slick and I could get
no traction.  I just kept slipping and sliding around like a fish out of water,
whimpering and gasping for breath.

I don't know how long they were actually gone- it seemed longer than twenty
minutes in my agony- but finally they returned all smiles and slipped back into
their gloves.  They knelt beside the tub and Tasha poked me in the groin, wiping
gently and I saw her finger come away with a clump of slimy hair.

"I think he's done," she said accepting a wash rag from her sister who agreed. 
They turned on the shower again, letting the water wash over me for a bit before
both girls started to gently wipe me down with the rags.  My cock started to
throb at their gentle ministrations, and then to burn as the chemicals washed
away.  Tasha flicked my bobbing penis with her finger and both girls laughed as
I screamed and writhed.

Finally the ordeal was over however.  They helped me to stand as they wanted to
give me a final spray to be sure I was clean, and as they wiped me down a final
time I saw that my entire body was hairless and smooth, if not a rosy pink.  I
moaned as the stinging, burning sensation finally faded away and they were happy
to see that I did not seem to be allergic.

Jillian commented that I would have to clean the tub later as she picked clumps
of my hair from around the drain to let the water flow out.  She simply slopped
the hair at the far end where they would await me, though she did spray out the
floor to get rid of the cream still swirling at my feet.

When they were finally satisfied, Jillian undid the soggy ropes at my ankles,
then the two helped me to step out of the tub.  It was awkward as my knees were
still tied, but I managed and was ordered then to stand still as they wiped me
down with fluffy towels to dry me off.  In the end Jillian attached my ankle
ropes to my collar and then Tasha tossed her damp towel over my head with a
giggle so that I could only see my feet.  I felt Jillian's familiar tug on my
new leash-

"C'mon, doggie," she said pulling me towards the door.  "Heel."

With Jillian in the lead and her sister steadying me from behind they took me
into what I assumed to be their bedroom.  They left me bound and blind, standing
there on the dirty rug while they started rummaging about.  I heard them opening
drawers and their closet, giggling and whispering while they searched- for what
I was starting to dread.  Finally there was a pause and the towel was jerked
from my head with a flourish.

I blinked and, staring at one of the two beds, saw that they had laid out some
special clothes for me- as I had suspected.  I groaned, recognizing what they
had in mind, what Beth had suggested just two days before.

They were women's clothes, and by the look I assumed that they had to belong to
their mother.  Neither girl was large enough that I would fit into theirs and
still be able to move and while their mother was shorter than me, she was larger
and closer to my size.  I saw most prominent a pink and white uniform dress
similar to what my mother used to wear when she was alive and worked in the
grade school cafeteria.  It was fairly generic and without trim, though it had a
wide, starched collar and zipped about half way down the front.  I saw laid out
as well a white lacy bra and a silky pair of pink cotton panties that looked to
be too small and trendy for Momma Rose.  Too there were tan pantyhose and a
white, shiny slip, and on the floor before the bed an old worn pair of low
heeled black flats.

I shuddered and looked to the two sisters.  They were grinning wickedly,
watching my reaction.  Tasha was balling up socks, probably to stuff into my
bra.  Jillian smirked and ordered me to 'stay' once again as she first removed
my leash, then started to untie me.  I did as she commanded, and when I was
finally free and standing naked before them they started in.

While Jillian attached my bra and stuffed my bosom to the desired size, Tasha
took the panties in hand and squatted at my feet.  I was ordered to step into
the panties, and after she slid them up my legs I was maneuvered to sit on the
edge of the bed.  She then rolled up the hose and got them onto my feet,
ordering me to stand again so she could smooth them up my legs.  My penis sprang
out again at both the soft feel of the panties and her soft rubbing on my legs. 
They laughed of course, but simply kept on chatting about how pretty I was going
to look when they were finished, and how great of a maid I was going to be.

After Tasha got the pantyhose in position she rubbed my cock back down so that
it pointed to the floor and Jillian got the pleasure of pulling up my slip.  It
was soft and sleek, cool on my legs and I could feel my dick straining to grow
even longer.  Satisfied, Jillian then picked up the uniform itself.

She ordered me to stoop a bit and hold my arms out as I was too tall to simply
put it over my head.  I did as she said and felt the coolness of the material as
she slid it over me and tugged it into place about my hips.  She ordered me back
to attention and adjusted the zipper to show off a bit of cleavage, ending by
pushing the wadded up socks about a bit until they were properly placed.

The girls stepped back and laughed, eyeing me up and down and taunting me for a
bit-

"So pretty..."

"Who's a pretty girl now?"

"Won't Beth be surprised to see you?"  I cringed at that last.

They made me turn for them as they poked and tugged here and there.  They
considered making me up as well, but finally decided on just a bit of blush and
lipstick as I was just a maid after all and had work to do.  They ordered me to
step into my new shoes, and to my surprise they fit, if just a bit tight.  They
stared at me then, considering and making me pose.  I was blushing throughout,
my already pink skin burning with shame and my dog tags jangling with my
movements.

"I like the way his collar matches the dress," Tasha said at last.  "He's- she's
damn ugly though."  Jillian laughed-

"That's why she's a maid, Tash.  Ugly girls aren't fashion models.  They scrub
toilets."

"Hah!" Tasha laughed in agreement, then considered me again.  "I wish we could
do something with his- her hair.  Maybe a hat-"

"I got it!" Jillian said with a snap of her fingers and raced to her closet. 
She stretched onto her toes as she reached far back into the dim recesses of the
top shelf, then spun around with a white styrofoam head in her hands.  There was
a long, blonde wig of straight hair pinned to the head-

"I forgot all about this," she said as she approached, pulling the pins out and
shaking the wig free of dust as she tossed the head aside.

"Right... from Halloween a couple years ago." Tasha nodded.  "I remember."

"There should be a net in my drawer, and get some bobby pins too."

Tasha dug about for a moment and quickly returned.  They made me sit on the edge
of the bed again as Jillian pulled a tight nylon skull cap over my head.  I
reasoned that my own hair was too short as they positioned the long, blonde mane
over that and started to hold it in place by slipping the bobby pins within the
hair and nylon mesh.  It did not take long, and after fluffing out the wig a bit
they made me stand and take a final turn.

They cheered and applauded, happy with the results and forced me to look at
myself in the full length mirror.  I gasped when I saw my reflection.  With the
wig and the clothes, the little bit of make-up I did indeed look like a woman. 
My skin was smooth and blushed, and the dress hugged at my hips and false
breasts just enough to give me a slight feminine figure.  I was not fat, and I
was a far cry from pretty, but I was passable- at least from a close inspection. 
I glanced down and saw only a tiny bulge in my crotch as the four layers of
clothing kept my raging hard-on at least partially at bay.

"Let's go show Momma!" Tasha said with excitement and Jillian nodded, reaching
for one of the cast off ropes.

"You gonna tie him up again?" Tasha asked, biting her lip but Jillian shook her
head, reaching for my collar.

"Just a leash."

"Hold on."

Tasha dug into her drawers again and swiftly produced a thin leather belt, which
she handed to her sister.  Jillian grinned and slipped the tip through the metal
ring on my collar, then looped it and tightened it in place.

"That's better.  Only the best for you, missy," she said patting my cheek. 
"Heel."

They led me from the room, Tasha running ahead and barely able to contain her
excitement as she shouted ahead.  "Mamma!  Come look!"

They took me into the living room and turned me about in confusion.  A second
later the toilet flushed and we heard Rose shuffling down the hall.  I saw that
she was dressed now too, wearing a soft, cotton dress in plain blue and a pair
of dark leather casuals to match-

"You girls certainly made a mess in that tub," she said as she approached.  "You
better get that cleaned up before that Beth... comes..."

It was almost hilarious to see her face drop, her eyes growing wide and blinking
as she finally looked up and saw me standing there.  Her mouth just hung wide
for a minute while the girls' giggles grew to outright laughter.  Rose adjusted
her thin glasses as she looked me up and down, trying to speak though nothing
came out at first but her heavy breathing.  She recognized just what I was
wearing as hers and licked her lips, finally closing her mouth as she stared
between her daughters.

"My god..." she gasped, her voice hoarse with shock.  "What have you done?"

"We made the doggie a maid," Jillian laughed.  "Ain't she pretty?"

"Most certainly not."  Rose scowled as she shuffled closer, actually touching me
on the breasts and running her fingers through the wig.  "SHE is gotta be the
ugliest white girl I ever seen," she chuckled, fluffing my hair into place about
my shoulders.  "She'll do though.  These all my clothes?"  The daughters nodded. 
"An' probably my best hose too." Rose frowned.

"We'll get you some more," Jillian offered.

"Damn right you will."  Rose walked off then, past us and settled to the sofa
with a tired huff.  She kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up, stretching
out as she reclined against the plush arm, crossing her ankles with a contented
sigh.  Finally she looked at us again and gestured towards the apartment.

"Well, don't jus' stand there.  Put your maid t'work.  There's dishes in the
sink an' that bathroom's a filthy mess."  She snapped her fingers and the
daughters laughed, Tasha giving me a playful shove as Jillian led me away,
tugging on my leash...



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