... rolls over submissively.

The dogboy watches attentively with ill concealed frustration as the bitches greet her.

The alpha female nips the ass of the other bitch that Jeff was licking and the bitten girl yelps, shies away, tail moving submissively between her legs as the alpha asserts her position. The alpha female stands tall over Jeff and waits for Jeff to abase herself. Instincts kick in and Jeff finds herself rolling over onto her back in a classically submissive canine pose. The female alpha nods in recognition and lowers herself as she continues to take in Jeff’s scent, tongue moving as though taste were as important as smell. This goes on for a minute as the others wait impatiently in a ring, looking longingly on, tails wagging.

The alpha straddles Jeff and let’s the beta girl get a proper sense of the female leader, the alpha’s small legs astride the new girls face. Tongues work. The alpha shivers with pleasure, milk dripping into Jeff from her roundly swollen breasts and the alpha huffs contentedly. Then with her nod of permissive acceptance the other five eagerly approach and start to take the new arrivals measure.

They also take positions above Jeff. As the newest and evidently smallest she is part of the pack but the lowest bitch. One nuzzles her ear and whispers. “Welcome. Do you have a name?” She asks with evident difficulty. “We don’t talk of before. You will be given your bitch name by our owner. Senator Wilkins. You will be punished if you mention your old one.” She says as she nods to the clear red lines on another girl’s naked rear. Evidently their master is less than kind to bitches that talk of the past.

The gate opens and Akan enters. The senator. Their owner. He holds a newspaper which he puts down in front of Jeff. The words mean nothing to her but she recognised the picture from her lead story on the Senators backers. “Remember this?” He asks. “A good story. Accurate for the most part. It caused me a lot of trouble. But you missed one of my most important backers. Anthropet. I got the genetic engineering Bill through for them. They help dispose of my problems. That pregnant bitch there is Senator Bill Herndon. You’d know most of the others. I arranged your interview with Anthropet. Your domestication...” he grinned as he looked down upon her. “You fucked with the wrong guy you little bitch...”