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I wish to emphasize that I did not write this, it was on SweetChastity.com and has since vanished. I am posting it here to preserve this story. Please do not credit me at all for this story.

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Every Dog Has Her Day
By: DX

Mandy found her rubber squeak toy under the chair and started chewing it. She paused only to scratch her ear with her hind leg. She was bored. And when she was bored, the maddening, never ending buildup of being a bitch in heat came to the front of her mind and all she wanted to do chew the furniture, but that would only mean harsh punishment, so instead she took it out on her toy.

It was sunny out side and she wanted to play, by Eloise the maid made her stay in the study.

Her ear perked up as she heard a car. She wagged her tail as she heard Richard’s voice and she ran to the window, resting her paws on the sill. She watched Richard climb out of the car and turned, offering a gentlemanly hand for the lady behind him.

Mandy growled as she recognized Gwen. Like a ghost rising up from her past.

Back when she was human.

Electronic bleats of the phone punched through the quiet room with urgency. Mandy rolled over sleepily, fumbling with the receiver. “I’m sleepin’.” She mumbled into the phone.

“Hey, Mandy?” A male voice spoke. “I’ve been having second thoughts about this caper..”

Mandy sat up, annoyed. “Todd! It’s a done deal. All you gotta do is wait a few weeks and when I call you, you back the truck up and we rob the place blind. I just gotta get the safe combo and stuff.”

“Yeah, but, this guy is rich and powerful.”

“Listen, all the papers are signed. I just have to go over and say ‘I do’ in front of the Justice of the Peace. Listen, this is just like Who Wants to Marry a Multimillionaire except without the hype and he’s a real multimillionaire. As his wife, I’ll have access to the whole house.”

“But don’t you think its strange? A guy like him putting out an ad for a wife?”

“Rich people all have arm candy. I’m sure none of his rich buddies read the same papers as we do so they won’t know. He’s on safari all the time so you know he ain’t got a steady. The agreement says I ain’t gotta have sex or nothing. But the picture he sent me, he’s a real hotty, you know.”

“But stealing?”

“There’s a killer prenuptial agreement so its not like I can divorce him and get any loot.

And he’ll never find us in Mexico. There is nothing to worry about. Just wait for me to call you. Okay? I gotta go get ready. I’m getting married today.” She hung up the phone as the door bell rang. She rolled her eyes as she rolled out of bed. “Grand Central Station.” She muttered opening the door.

Janice stood in the door, tall, unmoving, and more muscles than a pro-football line backer.

She wore her crisp chauffeur uniform that looked more like Marine Dress Blues. She was an attractive woman despite her harsh glaring scowl. She held out a box. “From Mr. Winchester.” Mandy sighed tiredly. “You’re early.” She took the box.

“I’ll wait in the car for…”

Mandy slammed the door in the woman’s face, muttering. “What you need is a screaming orgasm.” She muttered dropping the box on the bed. She took off the lid and paused at her wedding dress. “Well, he has good taste.” She said looking it over.

She quickly showered and dressed, struggling with the corset. It was soft doe leather with heavy boning. As she strained to lace it up, she could only imagine that he to must be thinking of a little nookie after the ceremony. And why not? She was a babe, and if he was half as cute as his picture, she decided, that just may happen.

She poised in front of the mirror, gasping at her reflection. She was a beautiful woman, with wide, expression filled eyes of amber, pouty, kissable lips and apple cheeks.

She opened the jewelry box. The engagement ring alone could feed a small South American nation, but the pearl choker, eight rows of perfect white spheres could fund the revolution.

Normally, Mandy wasn’t into collars, a sign of chauvinistic dominance, but it looked so beautiful around her neck. Custom dress, expensive jewels, Mandy smiled to herself, this was going to be her best caper yet!

As the phone rang again, Mandy hissed hotly. “What!” She shouted.

“Mandy? Its Gwen. I’m on to you, I want in.”

“I don’t know what your talking ’bout.”

“Don’t lie to me, girl. I hear you getting ready to scam a millionaire. I want in.” “This is a marriage of love.”

“Love? You ain’t even met him.”

Mandy smiled to herself. “I’m not talking about him. I’m window dressing and nothing more. I just sit by the pool and suck up the mint Juleps and try to endure the royal treatment. I probably won’t ever see you again, Gwen, so take care. Oh, and I think the welfare people are getting wise to the fact that your picking up you dead mamma’s checks.”

“Girl! Don’t be…”

Mandy hung up the phone, picked up her purse and headed out the door.

She dosed on the long drive to the country. As they neared the house, Janice roused her.

From the rear of the Rolls, Mandy watched as the mansion rose over the horizon. So Big!

“This way.” Eloise the maid smiled cheerfully. Mandy felt a little outclassed by the sexy Swedish girl, long, long legs balanced on spindly heels, a waist that threatened to pinch her in two and breasts large enough to house a Zeppelin topped off with a face that must have graced the covers of hundreds of European fashion Magazines all packaged in a maid’s outfit two sizes too small. Mandy wondered; with help like that, what does he need her for?

Eloise lead her to a library. “Mr. Winchester will be along in a moment.”

Mandy snorted. “Yeah? Well tell him his wife won’t be kept waiting.”

Eloise smiled. “Would you like a refreshment?”

“A screwdriver, heavy on the screw.”

Eloise looked alarmed. “Isn’t it a little early for that?”

“Lets get one thing straight. I am not accustomed to arguing with the help and I am not accustomed to waiting. So, get your little frilly ass on the move. Since this is your first time, I’ll go easy on you. Now scoot!”

Eloise smiled brightly and skipped out.

Mandy rocked her heels as she looked over the place. She mentally kicked herself. She shouldn’t abuse the help until the deal was finalized. She sucked her teeth as eyeballed the enormous room. Her mind automatically started inventory but quickly lost count. As her eyes panned from right to left, across the original paintings, custom furniture of exotic woods and fine books they finally focused on the wall of glass glowing with gentle blue light.

Mandy stood transfixed in front of the giant aquarium. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall of tempered glass that housed a myriad cornucopia of colorful, exotic fish. Black and white Manna rays glided across the sandy floor, purple puffer fish puttered worriedly past, yellow electric ells slithered maliciously and a blonde mermaid drifted in front of her.

Mandy blinked. Then shook her head to see if she was dreaming but the mermaid was still there and watching her. She was handsome with startling blue eyes and full, strong lips. Her body was sleek and curvaceous sliding into a winsome tail. Her golden hair floating smoothly around her, her breasts proud and firm; and she was unabashed, then Mandy noticed she had no arms, only flippers.

Mandy found herself subconsciously holding her breath and when she gasped for air, realized that she was staring.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Came a man’s voice from behind her.

Mandy had to fight to keep from leaping out of her skin from being startled. She only smiled as she turned. “Yes, but she’s in desperate need for a hair stylist.” She looked at the man and her heart stumbled over it self. Dark, sparkling eyes, firm lips and a powerful jaw. Mandy could only think that there was going to be some nookie on her wedding night. “Let me guess, you’re my husband, Richard?”

“And you must be Mandy.” He kissed her hand.

“If I must.” She quipped.

“I’m sorry to inform you that the Justice of the Peace has been detained.”

“Forty lashes!” Mandy ordered. “You can’t let these people walk all over you.”

He gave a sharp nod. “Forty lashes it is. You are most merciful.”

“I’m easy on the first offense.” Mandy turned back to the aquarium. “So, how can she hold her breath like that?”

“That is Alicia, my first wife.” Richard explained. “She is the leading researcher into aquatic mammal life.”

“So she wears a dolphin suit to talk with the animals?”

“Its not a suit. It’s a full body make over. I’m a major stock holder in a company the researches in Nanotechnology. Tiny machines about a molecule in size that can literally rebuild your DNA. Alicia’s long time dream was to commune with dolphins.”

Alicia blew him a kiss, then suddenly swam off to go play with another dolphin. Richard watched her go. “You could imagine it would put a slight strain on the marriage.”

“What? She can’t come out of there? And how can she live without shoes? I mean, Gucci!”

“She can come out for a few hours. We talk, she dictates the notes for her thesis, mapping sea mammal languages. But for the most part, the water is her home. Its little difficult to go to the theater, you understand.”

“That’s where I come in, right?”

Richard smiled. “In a patriarch society, one is not complete unless he is married. Investors come to expect it. Therefore, I have to be seen with a wife.”

“As long as the checks keep rolling in. I have full access to the house, right?” “Of course, this is your home. While were waiting, let me give you the nickel tour.” He lead her out of the office, Eloise arrived with Mandy’s drink.

“What took you so frigging long?” Mandy snatched the drink from the tray. “I could be in diabetic coma waiting on you! Forty Lashes!”

“Okay!” Eloise chirped.

“Wait.” Mandy sipped her drink. “Mmmm, that’s good. What did you do, squeeze the orange?”

“Yes’m.”

“Okay, thirty lashes.” Mandy flicked her hand at the girl dismissing her. As she skipped off, Mandy leaned over to Richard. “Lemme guess. Nanos?”

“Nanites, and yes.”

Mandy nodded. “No way those boobs were real.” Mandy cupped her more than ample breast. “These, pal are the real deal.”

Richard nodded congenially. “Of course. This way to the stables.” In the outer pasture, Mandy blinked in the bright sunlight. Shielding her eyes she could see the trainers dressed in bright red jackets and tight riding britches, and other women moving around, but couldn’t see the horses, until one trotted up to her. Mandy gasped and nearly dropped her drink.

The pony girl was tall and muscular, her skin gleaming with perspiration. Her pretty face was almost hidden by the extensive web of the black leather harness. Her head was bald save for her mane of fiery red. Her head was held erect by a high contoured collar. Her breasts were pushed forward from the tight corset she wore, the nipples ringed with heavy steel. She was on her tip toes, but instead of toes, she had hooves. From behind, a tail of red swished back and forth. A saddle pushed up from the middle of the girl’s back where her rider sat. The rider, her helmet buckled tightly about her chin, saluted with her riding crop. “Fine Morning!”

For the first time in her life, Mandy was speechless. Richard made introductions. “Mandy, this is head trainer Marigold.” The he introduced the horse. “And this is Firestorm.”

Firestorm curtsied.

Richard beamed up at Marigold. “Fine day for a ride.”

“Firestorm loves to run!” She said, keeping a tight grip on the reigns as Firestorm stated to stamp impatiently.

“Then lets she her go!”

Firestorm turned and cantered off, carrying her rider as if she weighed nothing.

Mandy sipped her drink and found her voice. “I thought you had bucks? Can’t afford a real horse?”

Richard laughed. “All of my friends have horses, how dull.”

Mandy watched the girls trotting around the track, leaping over fences with grace and beauty. “Nanos again? Why would someone want to be a horse?” Mandy watched them. “And they have no arms! Do nanos take off your arms? How do you bathe?”

“Its nanites, and bathing is handled by the trainers.”

“And what about, you know.” Mandy pointed down below.

Richard took a second before he caught on. “Oh, the trainers handle that. They’re very close. And as for why? Haven’t you ever dreamed of being an animal? Running wild like a pony?”

“I’ve only dreamed of being rich.”

“You’ve never met your totem animal? Everyone has one. Here, look at this.” Richard reached behind him and a set of binoculars were placed in his hand. Mandy noticed that Janet had been silently standing by. Richard handed her the scopes. “Look over there by those scrubs.” Mandy peered across the field. There was a cheetah stalking through the high grass. As she looked, Mandy realized it was it was a woman, spotted, a tail protruding from the end of her spine.

Suddenly the cheetah lunged, flushing a rabbit from the bush and chasing it. “Run little rabbit!” Mandy cried.

“The rabbit is in no danger. That’s Mr Cuddles, her best friend. They play tag.”

Mandy continued to watch. “And the rabbit doesn’t get eaten?”

Richard smiled. “Carlita is a vegetarian.”

Mandy could see that the woman’s legs were now coiled like a jungle cat as she scampered back and forth after the agile rabbit. The woman’s hands and feet were paws. Mandy tossed the binoculars over her shoulder for Janet to catch. “Well, no veggie diet for me, thanks. I want my meat red and fresh. And no animal kingdom for me. That’s just not my style. Too weird.”

“Of course. It would also violate our contract and speaking of which, I believe that is the Justice of the Peace’s car pulling up the drive. Shall we go see her?”

“Lead the way.” Mandy followed him back to the study. Eloise was there, her cheeks flushed red, her breathing quickened. Mandy looked at her accusingly. “What’s wrong with you?”

Eloise smiled brightly. “Thirty lashes!”

Mandy blinked in awe. “You whipped yourself?”

“Karen the cook did.”

Mandy smiled. “I am going to like this gig.” Mandy turned towards the aquarium and noticed Alicia watching her.

Richard leaned on his desk. “Bring in the witness. Lets get this show on the road.

Mandy?” Richard called. “I believe you know Todd.”

Mandy held her breath as she turned, keeping her face stoic. “Excuse me? I don’t know any Todd.” Mandy kept her cool as Janet pushed in a wheel chair. Todd sat, wrapped in a tight straight jacket, his ankles in cuffs.

Mandy looked at him. “Do I know you, sir? I don’t believe we’ve met?”

Richard spoke up. “As you can see Mandy, Todd here is not wearing just any straight jacket. This is the Chasti-lock 2000. Titanium steel mesh alloy. Nanites have permanently infused Todd and his new restraint. Not only can nanites re-sculpt the body into almost anything, they can also detect lying. If Todd tells anything other than the truth, he will feel pain. Lots of pain. Isn’t that right, Todd?”

“I’m sorry Mandy. They let me try to warn you but you wouldn’t listen.”

Mandy shook her head and looked at Richard. “I don’t know what this man told you, but I don’t know…” Richard pointed a remote control at her and pushed a button. Suddenly, the pearl choker constricted, completely cutting off her air way. Mandy grabbed her throat, trying the rip the thing from her neck, but it wouldn’t move, as if it was part of her. Desperately, she looked at Richard as her face turned a lobster red.

“The more you try to talk, the tighter it gets.” He said putting the remote down. “Its your choice.” It relented and Mandy started coughing as precious air came back to her. “You see,” Richard began. “We at the Chasti-Permalock Corporation have been working with the state correctional system for devising permanent restraint for repeat offenders. When we caught Todd poking around a few days ago, we contacted the DA who filled us in on his sordid past and gave us the go ahead to use him as a test subject. He’s violated his parole, so there’s no need for a trial.

Under nanite influence, Todd told us the whole story of how you planned to rob me blind.” He looked at her steadily. “You came here with full intent to rob me, didn’t you? Just shake your head or nod.”

Mandy shook her head violently, then grimaced as pain flared from the collar like a hundred hot matches touched to her bare skin. She quickly nodded.

Richard took a folder from his desk. “That would be conspiracy to commit burglary, a felony and parole violation for you. You have quite a colorful history.”

Suddenly Mandy bolted for the door.

“Stay!” Richard commanded. Mandy’s collar constricted. She halted in her tracks and turned towards him, her eyes beginning to bulge. “Come here.” Mandy started walking to him.

“On your hands and knees.” Mandy was incredulous. She took another step and pain flared like lighting though her body making her twitch violently. “Don’t fight it.” Richard said.

Mandy sank to her knees and started crawling back. The collar relented and she gasped for air. “Since you are such a bitch,” Richard began. “I have decided that you will be one. Any attempt to walk will be punished. You are now a dog. The nanites will coat your body with a soft, puppy fur. Your hands and feet will become paws. Your knees will pad themselves so you can move around easily. Since I believe that pets should be spaded, I’ve programed the nanites to create an impenetrable shield over your sex organs. It will be impossible to receive any outside stimulation, but the nanites will keep you in heat constantly, right on the verge of orgasm. You’ll find it rather frustrating, but I find it keeps my pets attentive.” Richard took dog ears from his desk. “And we have selected Lapso Alpso ears for you. I think their cute.” He handed them to Janet who stepped over to Mandy who attached them to Mandy’s ears. “As they bond themselves to you, ear plugs will form. You hearing will sharpen; however, save for a few commands, human voice will sound like garbage.”

Mandy held still as the ears slipped over her own. She couldn’t believe what was happening.

As Janet cut the dress from her body, Mandy looked back at Todd. Not wanting to risk punishment, she tried a low growl.

“I’m sorry!” Todd pleaded. “I figured you was gonna leave me out. Take the money and run. You don’t need me! I figured I get my cut early.”

“Hush, Mandy.” Richard commanded. “Good, girl. You’re learning. Now lets try a couple tricks. Roll over.”

Mandy felt her cheeks flush angrily. She barked at him and growled.

“Silence!” Richard ordered. “Any unnecessary barking, any nipping and I will muzzle you! And rest assured that muzzle will permanently seal up your mouth!” Richard smiled as he saw his point hit home. “That’s better. Remember, as the nanites adapt to your body, any hesitation to a command will be automatically punished. “Now, roll over.”

Mandy grimaced as pain flashed through her. To make it stop, she rolled over. She felt herself sobbing as Richard ran her through her paces. She had no choice but to obey instantly. In a few weeks, her fur, a downy soft golden coat grew in. Her fingers curled and melded together forming a paw. A tail grew from her spine. Her corset, was still white shining leather. Her pearl collar now hung a tag identifying that she had her current shots. Her indignity had not ended. Her tongue, which had grown several inches, was pierced with a heavy steel rod and put to use pleasing some of Richard’s guests. The nanites, formed a sheath in her anal canal. The nanites, she was told, need high protein to convert into an energy source and human sperm was rich in high protein and so she was violated frequently. Although she felt only a slight pressure, the humiliation was unbearable.

Now, months later, she was alone, bored, insatiably horny and amazingly pissed. She noticed her water bowl was empty and started pushing it around with her nose. She stopped when she heard the door opened. Eloise stood there, and although Mandy couldn’t understand what she was saying, the words, ‘you can come out and play’ came through fine.

Mandy charged to the office. She debated risking being permanently muzzled in exchange for biting the crap out of Gwen. She growled at herself. She was thinking like a dog more and more. As she burst into the office she paused as she saw Gwen standing in the middle of the room. She was naked save her white corset. Her heavy gold bracelets seemed glued to her waist.

Her mouth was packed with a Chasti-lock gag.

Obviously Richard saw past what ever scheme she had been planning. Richard was sitting on the desk, reading out of a folder. Behind him, Carlita the cheetah was lying lazily behind him, cleaning herself. Gwen only stood stock still as Janet placed a high collar around her neck.

Mandy sat, wagging her tail excitedly. As she watched Gwen’s face grow redder and redder with embarrassment and anger, she could see black stripes forming on Gwen’s white corset. Mandy could only imagine that Gwen was slowly being transformed into a zebra for Carlita to chase. Soon she would have stripes all over her body and her shoes would be converted to hooves. Her sex would be plugged, a long stringy tail would hang from her spine and her anus made available for Richard’s kinky guests.

Mandy turned and trotted out of the room thinking to herself. “Every dog has her day.”

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