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Hundehersteller Industries

This is the NEW visual and story-based blog for Maria Gutierrez, creator of the Hundehersteller Universe and author of the "On the Leash" series.

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Real marriage

A dream wedding for any cunt.

😍yes

[OOC: I never get tired of seeing this photoset come up in different feeds.]

They'd had a conventional wedding, attended by both of their families. Then they'd had what they both considered their "real" wedding.

After video recordings of the second ceremony were sent to all of the guests at the first, most of her relatives never spoke to her again.

Her sister called and screamed at her for twenty minutes, until she hung up on her.

Her cousin visited and waited until they were alone together to tell her that she was ready to help her escape if she needed someone on the outside to help.

Interestingly, within the next five years, both her sister and her cousin had also had "collaring" weddings, one to a man and the other to a woman.

#Petgirl  #Wedding  #Collaring  #Collar  #Leash  #Cage  #CMNF  #Just Married  #Kneeling  #On All Fours  #Humiliation

I mean....the possibilities are endless here.

She could be checked luggage or a pet on a plane.

A cheerleader who is not currently performing on the field/court

Someone that has been captured and being transported to a processing facility.

An auctioned woman who is being delivered to her purchaser.

And on and on and on.

Either way they're all hot, great picture!


Between its cortex and its computer chips, Evelyn's motile unit had about as much internal brainpower as a bright dog. It was built with internal programs to allow it to walk and carry on a plausible conversation, in case it ever got cut off from Evelyn herself, as well as procedures to follow to get in touch with Evelyn as quickly as possible.

It's hard for the motile to get cut off -- Evelyn made sure it had many redundant methods of staying in touch, through everything from line-of-sight masers to cellular towers to the Internet to transmitting through household electrical wiring. After I had two big strong bullyboys hired from Vienna Gates Security stuff the remote into that Faraday cage, though, Evelyn's little toy was mine. The boys threw a tarp over the cage, rolled it into a van and drove it to a secure undisclosed location which was a nondescript ranch house from the outside, and a larger Faraday cage on the inside. Once I had the remote there, I could reprogram it at my leisure. Or rather, reprogram her.

Oh, I know she isn't really Evelyn. I know the "real" Evelyn is still lying in a bed in Springfield, Lincoln. After all, she's stuck in that bed because of what I did to her. But "my" Evelyn looks like Evelyn -- certainly more than the one in Lincoln does these days! And with her new programming, she does and says everything I always wished my old Evelyn would do, but never did. I replaced those boring conversational routines with ones more to my liking, and those useless 'get-in-touch-with-home' emergency protocols with some much more enjoyable skills, ones that the old Evelyn was never very good at anyway.

The fact that she was grown from Evelyn's DNA is definitely a plus, but the thing I love most about my sweet little Evvy is that I took her away from the bitch, and I have lawyers surreptitiously at work tying up her insurance claims, preventing her from being able to afford a new one.

[OOC: Well, @mollypops23, what do you think? This was the weirdest interpretation I could come up with for this picture. I really had to think outside the box (I don't think I can honestly say, "No pun intended") for it.]

#TF  #Transformation  #Telepresence  #Cloned Body  #Body Waldo  #Asshole Ex  #Domestic Violence  #Robot Kidnapping  #Cage  #Faraday Cage  #Reprogramming  #OOC  #Speaking Out Of Character

Being called a bitch isn’t an insult, it’s a privilege. It means you’re cuter and more obedient and loveable than most females.

"And you're only selling them as a set?"

"Well, they were taken by the Border Patrol together. Couple of fancy-ass college students, or so they claimed 'fore we got 'em leashed. Imagine! Dumb animals goin' to school like people! Those Barbarian States sure are fucked up."

"You ain't kiddin'. I saw on the HoloNet that one of the Territories up north has a goddamned Tawny Cauc pretending to be its PRESIDENT. They let a domestic animal run their damned province! It's insane."

"Well, you know how those damned Canadians are. Ignorant savages. Anyway, these here mutts seem to get along well. We ran their tissue through GenScan; they're not directly related but obviously share the same Master Breed. So they ain't kin, but it seems a shame to break up the litter."

"Hmm. I dunno. Have they had their shots?"

"Absolutely. We give them all of the required Imperial inoculations when we take a shipment from BP or DoDAM. But we leave optimization and customization to the buyer. We've got only Class-C soft surfaces in our kennels and walking paths, so we don't have to sleeve 'em." 

"Why are they so sullen looking? I know strays tend to be temperamental at first, but these cunts..."

"Aw, hell, it's just 'cause they're in Beta. Those BitchMaster™ collars do a great job of keepin' up nice and obedient, but you need BitchMaker™ nanites to really get 'em up to spec and properly grateful for bein' rescued."

"Grrrr....ARF!"

"Quiet, mutt."

*whine*

"Hon? What do you think?"

"Oh, don't ask me, Larry. You know I only had Latin Brindles growing up. And honestly, David will be thrilled you even thought of him. Besides, he needs a new project to take his mind off Sarah. Imagine, running off with She-Wolf at her age! He must be heartbroken."

"Yeah, especially since she took both their Taiwanese Tithounds and all three Handy Helpers with her when she "escaped." I hope the Acquisition Squad sends her straight to Public Relations when they catch her."

"All right, all right, calm down. I know he's your friend but you're making the nice farmer nervous."

"It's fine, ma'am. I reckon I feel 'bout the same when it comes to She-Wolf and their shenanigans. Reckon most folks do."

"You got that right, bub. OK, we'll take 'em."

"Much obliged. Y'all need a travel crate?"

"Nah, we got room in the back of the hybrid. There's a leashing post back there we use for our own fuckmutts."

"All right. Ma'am, if you'll show Johnny to your car, we'll get these cunts loaded up while your Mister and I finish up the paperwork. Right this way..."


Bianca Beauchamp

Because you need a collar to complete you....

I would be interested in wearing such a collar.

Every girl should have one

Grabby hands 

The original Ginger Cauc, demonstrating as always the best way for domestic animals to embrace their role in the Natural Order.

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Hi all! Sorry we haven’t posted much recently, but we’re still around! Just haven’t had time to post or respond to messages. We’ll get there soon enough though. Be patient! And just wanted to post a reminder of “The Power of Two!” Lots of love! -Lily&Joy 💋💋🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

Lots of love you two!

A cheeky play on a meme from Pre-Imperial times, one of the most popular video formats on the Hundehersteller Holonet was "Two Mutts, One Bone."

MANIP: "CHI-CHI GETS A KENNELMATE" (Continuation of THIS POST)

Chi-Chi wasn't the smartest FuckMutt, but it knew there was something very familiar about the new Chestnut Cauc the Owner had brought home from the DODAM Rescue Shelter.

FunBags had the same PermaBolt full of BitchMaker as Chi-Chi did, but that wasn't the reason the Latin Brindle felt elated, rather than merely curious, when the Owner opened the crate and let the new dogslut into the house.

FunBags set off a stream of images in Chi-Chi's warped, diminished brain, but they were just a confused jumble of strays doing confusing people things. Chi-Chi heard more sounds, like "Ariel" and "Alex" and "Teevee" but they meant nothing to it. 

After a round or two of the usual sniffing and licking, the two bitches had been content to romp around the living room while the Owner watched, chuckling. FunBags had a look, a bark, even a scent that felt almost like a littermate. That was silly, of course; FunBags was a different breed and also much younger than Chi-Chi, but still, it couldn't help feeling happy and horny when it looked at the fat-titted Chestnut Cauc.

FunBags seemed to have an immediate affinity for the older FuckMutt, too. Its bolt was newer, so it didn't have clear images flashing in its nanite-altered brain, just impressions. But Chi-Chi's scent and face seemed warm and welcoming, and FunBags felt itself getting wet, too, although that was its usual state.

"Nice to see they fixed what you ruined with that reduction, you stupid bitch," said the Owner, fondling its enormous BimboMaxx'd udders. FunBags only barked, then went back to playing with Chi-Chi.  

***********

Later, that night, as the Owner was locking Chi-Chi in its kennel, it was surprised to see Him leading the new fuckmutt not to a cage, but to His bedroom. Chi-Chi was always extra happy whenever the Owner let it curl up and sleep on the plush dog mat at the foot of His bed after a good fucking. 

But as Chi-Chi watched from its cage, it saw Funbags leap up onto the bed, a place Chi-Chi was never allowed without a direct command. Funbag settled in, wagging its tail and staring dimly at Chi-Chi while the Owner patted its empty head. The Owner pushed the bedroom door shut with one foot, moving toward the panting fuckmutt on His bed, and Chi-Chi heard the familiar sound of him unzipping his pants before the door closed completely.

Soon after, barks and yips and the occasional howl floated out of the room. Chi-Chi could hear the Owner giving FunBags commands, His voice coarse and ragged as it always was when He was sharing His yummy bone and hot jizz with Chi-Chi.

The Latin Brindle lowered its head and whined, chewing on its dildo bone in a desultory fashion, head resting on its forepaws, massive tits mashed against the cold metal floor of the cage, Living Latex tail low and twitching sadly.

**********

Some time later, Chi-Chi awoke to find the Owner standing outside its cage, looking down on it with a wry smile.

"Pretty lonely out here, eh, old gal?" He said, kneeling. Chi-chi rose to its feet, tail wagging as the Owner reached through the bars to pat its head.

"Don't worry, bitch. I wouldn't deny you a treat. I just wanted to give that other cunt a test drive before I tried you two together. I wanted it to know I'm the Alpha before I showed it you're the Beta." He laughed and rubbed Chi-Chi's head. The dimwitted FuckMutt that used to be Sofia Vergara barked excitedly, responding more to the Owner's tone than anything else.

The Owner unlatched the cage door and stood, stepping back as he opened the door for Chi-Chi to crawl out. "This is something of a reunion for you two, although I figure neither of you know why. Not anymore, anyway." He laughed again, rubbing His chin. "Cost me a pretty penny, but when I heard the DoDAM shelter had a Special they'd recovered from a private collector, I knew I had to get in before that dipshit Johnson tried to buy it and put it in that stupid traveling "Celebitch Circus" of his. What a fucking idiot."

Chi-Chi whined, head cocked as it stared up at the Owner.

He shook His head. "Never mind, dumb puppy. It's people stuff." He clucked his tongue and said, "C'mon. Let's go see how FunBags takes a cock from both ends." 

He snapped and said...something. Chi-Chi jerked, and its Living Latex tail melted, flowing over its round hips to reshape itself into a thick ten-inch strap-on dangling between its legs.

Chi-Chi shuddered, as it always did when the Owner used one of his "special commands," and then, after bending awkwardly to give the dildo a sniff and a lick, padded after him into the bedroom where the busty cockhound that was once called Ariel Winter panted, waiting patiently to take its place in the Owner's very modern family.


Uptothesky asked:

Are there any nsfw artists you especially enjoy the work of?

Well, on here there's of course Maria at @HundeherstellerIndustries and then someone else who I can only identify as Lewd ZKO (I'm sure someone knows who I'm talking about there).

As far as elsewhere, I've long toted the great art of Sabu, especially his Sex Arcade.

Also, I used to go on DeviantArt a lot way back when and one artist that really stuck out to me was someone called Re-Maker. I believe he (she? I don't remember) has a patreon as well if you want to go check it out and possibly support it.

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