Having been deemed the least worthy of all the Harem, the conquering Sultan hadn't disposed of us as he had the others. The youngest among us were taken for his Harem, a good thing, at best, while the ones deemed unsuitable were given to his Royal Guard for their use, all of them soon literally torn apart by the soldiers repeated assaults. But we two, Sari and I, were given to his Grand Vizier, an alchemist, for his unorthodox and ungodly experiments.

We were shackled together in the corner of his lab, only seeing one other person a day for the first two days, the man being a slave who came once a day to attend to our bodily needs, giving us food and water, and a pan to use as a toilet. We were scared, but could do nothing.

After a couple of days, the Vizier came down alone, escorted only by two huge mastiffs, each of them more wolf-like than any dog I had ever seen. He spoke a command and they each sat attentively in the corner opposite us.

"Now," he said, as if to himself, breaking out a huge, leather bound tome. "we shall see how this Work will come along."

Opening vials that were on the shelves above the work table, he began pouring things out into a small bowl, then added a handful of grainlike stuff from a nearby bag. He put the bowl on the floor, and said, "Charon!" and one of the dogs came forth, the other remaining at attention.

The dog that came forth eagerly ate what was in the bowl, snuffling and licking it all up until it was empty. Then, the Vizier turned to Sari.

"You," he said, and walked towards us, key in hand. "here." He unlocked her shackles and led her towards the center of the room. "Now," he said, pointing at a low, padded stool-like thing that sat off to the side. "take that, and put it in the middle of this circle. It is for your comfort." She did as she was told, without a word. He smiled, and added. "I might as well tell you now. My dogs are very well trained, and if you so much as try to leave, or do anything else I don't want you to, he - " he pointed to the dog who had remained at attention by the door. " - will kill you. Understand?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"Very good," he said. "now, get down over that stool."

The thing he referred to was a very queer implement; it was about a foot or so tall, and was basically just a wooden rectangle with padding across the top. I wondered what it was normally used for.

"Bend over across the top of this, like so," he gestured, and then pushed her shoulder down, so that she was forced over it, sort of. She lifted her head to look at him. Both she and I figured that he was just going to use us, just as the winning soldiers in combat did.

"Charon," he said, backing away, "she is yours."

Sari didn't flinch when he said that, instead just bowing her head in submission as she realized that the ultimate fate was to befall her: she was to be given to his dogs as to a man, to be taken and used by them as a love-object. I shuddered, just thinking about it.

As I watched, the first dog, the one that had eaten from the bowl, approached her, his passions evidently inflamed. His manner confident and powerful, he sniffed around her, walking to her front so that he could sniff and lick her face, which he did. She gave a whine then, when his huge tongue came out and licked her cheek, and the Vizier said:

"Remember, dear girl, you had best do this willingly. If not, then I can have you tied, but it won't be pleasant....and if you try to resist him once he has begun his embraces, he might hurt you, terribly..."

With such words as these did he keep her still, her palms flat against the ground, her fingers curled as if trying to clench the cold, unyielding paving stones.

After contenting himself that she was a fit partner, the mastiff moved around behind her, his snout moving closer to that area that men like so much. Once his nose was planted between her legs, she gasped out loud, her whole body shivering with fear and revulsion. When he moved up over her, his forelegs to either side, she let out a shrill cry and started trying to crawl out from beneath him. He growled menacingly, and she grew still.

"Careful, girl," the Vizier warned.

She looked tiny beneath him, his huge furry body over top of hers. I could see the emergent tip of his manhood peeking out of his sheath, and was unsurprised to see that he was more fully endowed than any man I had ever serviced.

His pelvis mere inches from her, the rest of his cock became fully tumescent, sticking plainly forth at her sex, which was exposed to him by virtue of her positioning. His manhood was a fiery red, and fully two handspans long, if it was an inch. It was bigger around than my wrist, and I could see that it was strangely misshapen, the base of it bulging out further than a man's did. I almost gasped in sympathy for her when the tip neared her sex.

"Good boy, Charon," the Vizier coaxed, calmly watching the proceedings. "Gooood boy..."

The dog was now clutching her tightly about the waist, and, with a surprisingly dainty motion, pressed his manhood right up to her. I wasn't sure that he had it in the right place until she cried out, and I saw the tip disappear, his body seeming to sink forward into hers. Then I knew; her violation by this beast was commencing.

I watched, fascinated, as he pushed the whole thing all the way into her, his penis disappearing smoothly into her body. First he easily inserted the remainder of the shaft, all the way up to the bulge at the base, and once that met her flesh, then he gave a vicious, brutal buck, forcing the entirety of the misshapen lump into her, causing her to let out a brief, shrill scream, after which, her body convulsing once, sharply, she went totally limp beneath him, her will fully broken by the penetrations of this powerful male animal.

Once their physical union was complete, he started thrusting animatedly, his hips jerking and bucking against hers. She just lay there and moaned, her fingers no longer trying to grasp at their phantom handholds, her face turned away from me so that I couldn't see it. I wondered if she was feeling any pleasure, and then I saw that her thighs were stiffened as if in death's rigor, and her toes were curled...

After maintaining this steady, arrhythmic thrusting for several minutes, he did something strange: lifting his right foreleg over her back, he dropped it over to her left side. Then, with a mighty effort, he lifted his right rear leg over her ass, stepping over her and turning away until he was facing in the other direction entirely. I had seen dogs do this before with each other, and knew that she was now 'hung up' with him, just as if she were a bitch.

"Goooood Charon," the Vizier crooned, stroking his pet's head. The wolf-mastiff just looked up at him out of squinted eyes, his ears back, his body obviously wracked with pleasure.

It was quite a long time before he was done, their coupling being a much more protracted thing than I had thought it could be. When he withdrew from her, he gave a little yelp, and I caught a quick glimpse of his thing as it slid from between her legs, all red and tender looking, and slick with their mixed juices. She let out an exhausted grunt, but otherwise remained still, his essence oozing out of her vagina.

While the Vizier fed the second dog from the same bowl, Charon went and sat down by the door, sprawled out on his side, his penis exposed to my view. He licked and licked at it, his huge tongue smoothing down all the hair around his mighty cock. I wondered what he tasted like, and if I would ever be forced to lick him that way....

"Alright, Suleyman," he said, addressing the second dog. "Now it is your turn to attempt---" he glanced once at Sari's dripping rear, then back to his prize dog. "---fertilization."

The dog licked the bowl clean and then leapt up, not even bothering to sniff her ass before he mounted her, his cock erect and ready. She moaned as he gripped her tightly around the waist and pressed his penis to her, his jaws open in a snarl. With a whuff! and a grunt he found his place and pushed it home, his manhood invading the same precincts his companion's had.

Suleyman covered her for maybe three minutes before managing to enter her all the way, the bulge at the base of his cock remaining outside of her body and exposed to my view during this initial session. Using just the shaft of his penis, he slid it in and out of her with great rapidity, his back arched tautly over her rear, his pelvis literally hammering her, over and over, the bulge coming only up to her lips before he drew back for another stroke.

Then, he could wait no longer; grasping her unresisting body even tighter around the waist with his forelegs, he rammed himself into her with violence so sudden that even I flinched, his whole thing, bulge and all, sliding almost effortlessly into her. She let out a single moan as this occurred, but was otherwise limp and insensible. Soon he was ready to step over her just like the first dog had, and he did. After stepping over her ass, he too faced away, looking rather happy, if plaintive. I just sat there, chained to the wall, watching as my harem-mate was defiled by dogs, a fate that surely awaited me, too.

While the second dog fucked her, the first got back to his feet and sniffed appreciatively at the air, as if trying to sense everything about what was going on. He then turned his eye to me, those dark orbs glinting with intelligence that seemed alien in a dog.

"Yes, Charon," the Vizier said, patting the dog on the head. "but not yet. We must try this one out, first. Then we'll go to her."

The dogs covered her repeatedly that day; after the second was done, the first took her again, and they took turns that way twice more. I had no idea that any male, man or animal, could be possessed of such stamina. By the time they were done, their things looked red and sore, and milky froth dripped in an unceasing stream from Sari's cunny. When Suleyman withdrew for the final time, not only his manhood but the hair all around it was sopping wet, trailing clear fluid as he backed away from her.

The Vizier refastened her shackles next to mine, and then he left, taking his dogs with him.

"Oh god," she told me, laying against the pallet which we had been given to share. "oh god."

"How," I paused, uncertain what I should be saying to her, but deathly curious. "How was it?"

"What do you think?" she said weakly, looking at me with unbelieving eyes. From where she sat next to the pallet with a cloth spread out beneath her, I could see the growing patch of moistness that was the semen the dogs had ejaculated into her which she was trying to soak out before getting into bed. "it was pretty horrible. It was almost as bad as being raped by soldiers."

"Well," I said, touching her face. "at least you didn't get killed or tortured."

"Yeah," she said, still swabbing out her crotch. "there is that."

"And, I mean, remember," I offered, my own excitement growing. "don't blame the dogs: blame the magician. They're just animals, and they'll do anything he orders them to. They just think you're another dog, that's all."

"Yeah," she said, finally done swabbing herself. "there is that, too."

"So," I said, my excitement open and obvious. "what did it feel like?"

"Oh god," she gasped, looking at me ashen-faced. "you really think it was nice, or something?"

"I saw your toes curling up," I said, and she grinned.

"Well, yeah, there was that." she brushed back her hair. I could still smell sweat drying on her body, her exertions of the day having been fierce. Now that we were actually in the same bed the odors of sex that clung to her were all the more noticeable. "I tell you, when he put his thing in me, I thought I would die, it was so big. And not only that---" she grabbed my shoulders, her voice lowering to a confidential whisper. "---but once it was all the way in, it started to, like, swell until it was really, really big and stiff. I've never felt anything that wide in me before."

"Really?"

"Really. It was big. Did it look big to you when you saw it?"

"It did, actually." I fell silent, my own passions growing even more just thinking about it.

"How long do you think he'll keep this up?"

"I don't know."

"Now we will see whether or not certain substances will assist in fertilization." He said on the third day of our captivity. I was fearful and anxious about the whole thing.

After unbinding Sari, he gave her a goblet to drink out of, commanding her to "Drink it all." She did.

After feeding both the dogs big heaping bowls of stuff, they seemed to go a little crazy, pacing to and fro in the room, the pink tips of their erections prominent. Sari let out a little gasp, and rubbed her face.

"I feel," she said, then trailed off. I could see the spreading flush creeping across her shoulders and breasts and stomach. Without another word she knelt over the little stool, and the first dog mounted her immediately.

Clutching her about the waist, he drove his penis into her with a vengeance, his thrusts vicious and brutal. She didn't seem to mind, instead even pushing herself against him. It was when the bulge met her flesh that I heard her make a moan that sounded like a 'yes', and then he was in her all the way, his mighty cock penetrating all the way to her womb. Once he began whining, his pelvis going in little circles, I knew that he was now depositing his seed into her.

I spent the rest of the day watching her get fucked by the dogs, one after the other; they covered her several times, then both seemed to lose steam, and they sat down and rested while the Vizier wrote things down in his book. I just sat there and watched them, and while my blood was boiling with thoughts of what their manhoods felt like, the second, bigger one ---Suleyman was his name, I could already tell them apart--- got up and remounted her, though not terribly enthusiastically.

I was desperately passionate at this point, and could think of nothing but how it would feel to have a man in me. Even if one of the soldiers, or a eunuch slave had come in the room and offered himself to me, I would have jumped at the chance! I knew that I was all wet down there, and wondered if the dog's could smell me. Probably.

So there I was, terribly passionate, and with no possible recourse in sight except the dogs. I wondered when it would be time for them to service me as they were Sari....As I watched Suleyman's manhood plunging into her, I couldn't help but think how it felt, and how good it would be inside of me.

After this day's festivities were over, he pretty much left us alone for the next three days, only coming in to look Sari over. She didn't seem to have whatever sign it was he was looking for, so he just left each time, only to return eight hours or a day later.

Sleeping, eating and doing nothing else were how we spent those days. At one point I asked the slave if we were ever to be allowed to bath, and he just looked at us dumbly. When he returned he brought us a small basin, two towels, and a jug of water. We bathed.

At the end of the third day, the Vizier returned with his mastiffs, and made this announcement:

"I have decided to continue this experiment along somewhat different lines. In an attempt to induce your fertility, I have set up a habitat that should be --- more suitable --- to the potency of my dogs." Without another word, he unlocked our shackles, and led us through a door and into another room, and then down a hallway.

At the end of the hall was another door, through which we went, to emerge into a huge room with three skylights in the top, as if to simulate a natural area, but enclosed, so that no one could ever interfere with us. I was scared, and wondered if I would ever actually see the outside again.

He secured us to chains that were already set in the wall, which gave us a much freer reign, but without being able to leave the room. I now noticed for the first time that, on the other side of the room, was a low passageway that appeared to lead to the outside. I realized with some chagrin that this was undoubtedly for the use of the dogs.

I noticed that he was now looking at me somewhat skeptically. "Hmmm," he said. "I just remembered that you haven't been bred yet."

I thrilled inside with my repressed passions, my knees feeling weak at those words. I wondered which of the dogs would take me first.

"Well," he said, looking at each of his prize dogs. "I can't let one of them do it; my four-day magicks for boosting their stamina might be ruined. No, I'll have to get one of the sultans hunting dogs," with these words he barked a sharp command at the mastiffs, and they both snapped to attention and just stood, watching us. The Vizier walked out.

The dogs looked at us with what I was sure had to be longing; they both looked somewhat randy, and as Suleyman's nose quivered, his ears becoming erect, I realized that Sari was flirting with him! I turned to her, just in time to see her lips close, her eyes slitted in the way that we women know so well. I saw that she was sitting with her legs open, and wondered why it was that she was tempting this, her rapist and captor's assistant.

I heard the Vizier's voice, and then both the mastiffs moved off to one side. He entered leading a tremendously huge hunting dog by a chain. I don't know what kind of dog he was, but he was big.

"Now," he said. "we'll see how well you behave for covering."

"What," I gasped, and the Vizier looked at me, as if surprised that I possessed a voice.

"Yes?"

"What shall I get on for him to," I trailed off, and the Vizier nodded and, after securing the dog to a ring in the wall, left, only to return with a similar device as the box in the other room. This, however, was like a little padded stool, with four legs, conveniently large enough that the legs could be grasped whilst one bent over it, I saw.

"He's never covered a woman before," the Vizier told me. "you will undoubtedly have to exercise some of the arts you learned in your life before, as a courtesan."

I nodded, and came forward. The vizier looked on benignly.

He wasn't a bad looking dog, though I didn't find him as attractive as the mastiffs. He looked at me suspiciously as I neared him, so I bowed my head in humility, and this seemed to allay his distrust.

The first thing I noticed about him was his smell; like musk, and randy urine, and other, less definable odors. But all through was the smell of dog, that moist, canine scent that I had been inundated with during the days when Sari had been taken and taken again by the two dogs; that, and the overwhelming odor of male musk and semen.

Lifting my head to his, I kissed him on the lips. He opened his huge mouth to reveal rows of powerful teeth, and licked me on the cheek. I took this as a good sign.

Very gingerly, I lifted my hand up to his head and stroked it, which he didn't seem to mind. The Vizier laughed.

"You go too slow. Let him smell you, or taste you. That should be sufficient."

Following his words, I slid back, spreading my legs and exposing my flower to his view. His nostrils twitching, he leaned forward and then down, sticking his nose into my crotch. Once he realized what it was I had for him, he stuck his snout right there, began licking me, gently at first, and then with increasing vigor. I let out a moan, and the Vizier laughed again.

"Must I tell you everything? Now touch his manhood in the way women are wont to when they wish to inflame the passions. Then, get over the stool."

I moved, but without dislodging his snout from my crotch, I reached in between his legs and grasped his sheath. He let out a growl, and at first I feared I had presumed, but then his thing became all hard and growing in my grasp, and was soon struggling to emerge from its sheath.

Once I knew that he was sufficiently aroused, I took my hand from him and moved away, trying to turn over. He growled again, as though I were taking him from his favorite meal, but I ignored him, knowing that if he wished it he would just take it from me. I finally managed to turn over, and then crawled over the stool.