Your new life as Oscar's bitch

Your father makes arrangements to ship you, Christina, and Oscar back home in a company jet. Once you're back at the family villa, there's nothing to stop him from keeping the two of you as his pets. You're not sure how he squares it with Christina's parents--he doesn't feel the need to explain himself to you any more, or treat you at all like a human being. Regardless, the four of you now form a very twisted type of unit.

With your father away often on business, actual care of his dogs falls to your amazingly discreet servants. You, Christina, and Oscar spend most of your time roaming the immaculate villa grounds. You have plenty of room to play and indulge yourselves, provided you do it as dogs. The staff have strict orders to discipline you the moment you show an inkling of human thought or behaviour. While there are some slip-ups at the start, after the first month or so back home you soon find yourself surrendering to the inevitability of your new life.

You and Christina are, now and forever, the property and mates of Oscar. He might be just a dog, but his eyes gleam with a strange intelligence. While your father never bothers to teach you how to decipher his barks, you can easily tell when you've done something wrong from the way he barks until you correct your behaviour. Oscar trains you as much as your father did. He is an alpha male, and you are his bitch. You wake every morning yearning for his seed inside you, and he rewards you with daily fuckings. It's no matter to him that your breedings never seem to produce puppies--he's just fulfilling his instinct to hump your sweet and welcoming pussy. Your collar's hormones ensure you remain wet and willing at every moment of every day, and your body has been changed for so long that you can no longer remember what it's like to feel ... well, human. Unaroused. Normal. Sex with your mate is your one and only desire.

When he is in residence, your father treats you and Christina just like the puppies you are. He calls you by name, but by now the sound has lost any of its former meaning--you just know that when he says it, he wants your attention. You no longer think of yourself as "Ally" or Christina as "Christina." You're just a bitch, your mate's alpha bitch, and Christina is another breeder for the pack. Your father is your master. He no longer fucks you; the only cock that graces your cunt now is your mate's, as is right and proper. Occasionally though, if you're an especially good girl, your master will let you suck and swallow his own rigid member.

It's amazing how quickly you lose track of your sense of time. You wouldn't be able to tell someone if it has been weeks, months, or even years since you returned from the island. Each day is much like the next, and they all jumble together. The combination of copious sex hormones and your treatment as a dog has made it a lot harder for you to have human-like thoughts. It just doesn't seem to matter any more.

You have always been kind of a bitch. It's just that now the package matches the contents. You will spend the rest of your life naked and on all fours, presenting your ass to your doggy mate and getting filled with his thick, warm cum. It's all you want, and it's exactly what you need.