Chapter 2-1 ~ The animal within.

 

Florence's explanation was in line with Rosie's teachings, so she didn't baulk at the idea of behaving like her breed during the visit to the games room. It was clear that if she was ever going to prove her worth to someone like Mr. Becker, she was going to have to behave in the correct manner.

"The Chancellor has invited some friends over for a meeting with Mr. Becker. When that meeting finishes, in a few minutes, we will join the men in the games room. Go with the flow and do as you're told. I will keep you on your toes with my little friend." She swished the cane again.

"Can we sit up, Florence?" Rosie asked cheekily.

"No, you can't. I overheard part of your conversation so I'm going to punish you both. Don't move!"

She immediately picked up the crop and moved beyond Helga's exposed rear end. After raising the crop, she brought it down with a powerful action across the centre of the clerk's cheeks, twice. Swat! Swat!

"Aggggggh!" Helga exclaimed but didn't move a muscle.

Florence had just raised her arm again when a distant door opened. "Florence!" It was Mr. Becker calling.

She lowered her arm and walked over to the door. "We're in here, Master."

Moments later, the director's bulky physique was filling the doorframe. Behind him stood the Chancellor. He switched the light on and surveyed the room. "Why are you punishing them, Florence?" The Chancellor came forward to see what was going on.

"They were chatting, Master."

"Okay..." He thought for a moment, then continued. "Give the crop to me and join the sprogs."

Rosie watched in stunned silence while, in a swish of her red latex skirts, Florence backed onto the end of the bed and raised her knees onto her chest. The teenager wondered if the PA had upset her Master and was going to receive a punishment. She had positioned herself on the other side of Helga, so Rosie was unable to see her rear end, but she could see the PS's proud cunt lips.

"Well, Chancellor, what do you think?" He was standing staring down at Florence's cunt.

"Director, I like what I see, and I commend you for your choice of PA."

"She ruts well. Be my guest. I'll take these two to the games room."

While the Chancellor eased his dick from his pants, Mr. Becker focused on Helga and Rosie. "Sprogs, off the bed and follow me."

After following the director into the lounge, he opened the fridge and gave them each a small bottle of water and told them to drink it. Then, with their tails swishing behind them, the pair followed the director to the games room which was on the ground floor of the accommodation block. When they arrived, the director paused them just inside the room.

Rosie wasn't prepared for what the vast room contained. Strange tables painted green or covered with green material were positioned haphazardly around the room. She counted ten men and four sprogs. Two men were playing a game that involved pushing balls around a table with long sticks. Four were playing cards at one of the tables and another four were sitting at a bar drinking and chatting.

In the centre of the circular card table sat a semi-naked sprog, sitting cross-legged. By using her free hand, she could rotate the centre section of the table. Her black corset, stockings and Puppy head. were in stark contrast to her pure white body. She was holding the pack of cards and dealing them out to the men when necessary.

The large seating area was unoccupied, but there were three sprogs, dressed in the same black corsets, stockings and Puppy-heads, standing close by. There was also a fourth behind the bar, serving drinks. Rosie realized that hers and Helga's white outfits made them visually stand out from the other sprogs.

During the next thirty minutes, Mr. Becker introduced them to all ten men, who had gradually gathered at the bar. While drinking liquor from the bar, the director explained the difference between the pair of sprogs accompanying him - Helga was a college clerk while Rosie was a new government produced breed. Rosie was a GBS and had just joined the MOFT. The director said that Rosie was unavailable to rut with laypeople without permission from her superior.

Every man chuckled and took a good look at Rosie, fondled her breasts, patted her butt cheeks and played with her tail. White and black hands took it in turns to feel her body for themselves. Their actions and expressions, while they examined her body, showed that they were eager to know more about the new breed of sprog being produced at the college.

While the men were chatting and grilled Mr. Becker about Rosie, the Chancellor arrived with Florence and joined the group. "Well guys, have you all had a chance to examine the first of a new breed?" the Chancellor asked.

They all nodded and made a lot of complimentary comments about Rosie. The director explained to the Chancellor that the group of financiers were indeed impressed with Rosie. They were all fascinated by the concept of pure bred sprogs. They agreed that weening themselves off using sprogs from the wastelands, some of which turned out to be untameable, was a good idea.

One man, who was black, turned to the Chancellor. "The markets are filled with hundreds of poorly trained sprogs, Chancellor. I believe that producing pedigree animals is the way to go. I think I'll be willing to invest in this institution when I know a little more about the breed."

It became obvious to Rosie, as she listened to the men discussing her breed, that the government was looking for financial help to boost the GBS program. The college had the facilities, but the development of the new breed, of which she was one, was a drain on the government finances. The director had obviously gone out of his way to help the college by showing Rosie to the financiers.

Then, to Rosie's surprise, one of the men at the bar, Mr. Zuker, stepped forward and put his hand on Rosie's shoulder. "Director, Chancellor, I'd like to see for myself the new breed, and how she behaves under stress. I too expect to make a large investment in the program."

"Mr. Zuker, I promised you earlier a sneak preview of the future," the Chancellor replied. "If Mr. Becker agrees, then she's all yours."

"Yes, one examination is fine. Rosie is making an early start in the morning so you must be quick." The director turned to the others. "The rest of you are going to have to wait." There were some disappointed expressions among the men who had been ogling Rosie's body. She felt uncomfortable with so many men surrounding her. "Rosie," the director continued. "Go with Mr. Zuker. Hopefully, he'll show you some of the games."

"I will, director. Thank you. Come, Rosie, let's sit down for a minute so we can chat." He gripped her shoulder and led her away from the rest of the group. "I can feel you shaking, sprog. Are you afraid of me?" he asked on the way to the seating area.

Rosie wasn't sure if she should speak or bark, so decided on the latter to begin with. "Ruff, ruff," she replied with a shake of the head.

The mystery man chose a sofa with its back to the room, which gave them some privacy. Wearing grey pants and a light green shirt, he looked more casually dressed than some of the other men. He had dark hair and a clean shaven suntanned face which seemed to be stuck with a stern expression.

He sat down and pointed at the floor. "Sprog, show me a couple of Puppy tricks."

Rosie immediately dropped to her hands and knees. The carpeted floor thankfully, was comfortable to kneel on. Facing the man, who was sitting forward on the edge of the seat, she adopted the begging pose and panted like a bitch. "Ruff, ruff, ruff." She raised her paws beside her tits and pushed her belly out. The more she behaved in a canine manner, the further she wanted to go.

"Obedience is the prime factor when it comes to measuring your worth. He reached forward and patted her on the head, then played with her chunky nipples using his right hand. "Are you wet, bitch?" he asked, then slid a hand down her belly so that he could slide a finger into her smooth pudendal furrow.

"Ruuf!" she exclaimed excitedly, when she felt a finger dip into her front hole.

"Mmm, I prefer my bitches hot and wet. I haven't seen anything special yet. Trot around a couple of times, then come back to this spot and roll over onto your back."

Rosie had been trained how to present like a show Puppy-girl. Back on all-fours, she lifted her head proudly and strutted around as if she was a real member of the extinct breed. "Ruff, ruff, ruff." The corset, swishing tail and Puppy head enabled her to slip into her Puppy-girl persona. It was during the second circuit that she noticed a couple of the businessman watching her performance a little way away.

"Ruff, ruff, ruff," she barked as she wiggled her butt and wagged her tail during two circuits of the large rug that was surrounded by four long sofas. Then, when she stopped by the financier's feet, she rolled over onto her back and parted her thighs. "Grrrrrrrrr," she growled softly.

"Excellent, Rosie. I can see that you're well trained..." He placed a hand on her lower belly, below the edge of the corset and slipped it down, in between her thighs. The proximity ball was covering her front entrance, but he wanted to examine her tight pudendal cleft first. He then lifted the ball and slipped two fingers into her tight quim. "Speak to me, Rosie. What do you feel?"

Her thoughts were jumbled, but she knew how she felt. "Sir, even though you don't own me, I want to prove my worth to you. I feel a need to show you more of my canine side..."

He nodded, then the hint of a smile crossed his lips. His fingers dove deeper in her dry channel, then began to slip in and out. "Where's your canine side, bitch?"

"Grrrrrrr, Urrrrrrrrrrrrr," she twisted, rolled, growled and snarled, unabated while his fingers became saturated with her juices.

"That's it, bitch, show me your training..."

He studied her body and her registration tattoo while he sent her into an animalistic frenzy. "Rufffffffffff," she barked in frustration when he withdrew his digits. Rosie stared up at him while he examined the glistening fluid coating them.

"Fit, healthy and obedient sprogs are tough to find these days. Ones that are trained to display their true nature are even harder to find," he muttered more to himself than the panting figure at his feet. "Get up and join me on the sofa, bitch. I want you to show me the most important aspect of your new breed..."