Date:  Sep 2001

Come In
                             
by rita (mommacita1@juno.com)
                             
Rating: NC-17 for graphic consensual and non-consensual slash and bestial 
sex.

Warnings: References to: non cons sex, cons sex, violence, bestiality,
gang rape

Summary: Come In is an eight-part story dealing with Face's forced
indoctrination as a bestiality-focused sex slave and his recovery from
his experiences.  The first three parts focused on the indoctrination
and, therefore, have graphic bestiality in them. The rest of the story 
contains no bestiality at all.

***

Part 1

Day One

"Come in, Lieutenant."

Face stood in his swimsuit, dripping onto the expensive carpeting.
"Stockwell," he greeted the man.  "I thought I was alone."  Behind him
the door latch clicked into the locked position.  He had no doubt that
two of Stockwell's "Ables" stood behind him, guarding the door.  Two
flanked Stockwell as he lounged in the easy chair.  Face noticed they
kept their distance from the Doberman Pinschers lying at Stockwell's
feet.  His peripheral vision caught sight of two more "Ables" at the
ready on either side of him.

"I sent the rest of the Team on a short ... errand.  They won't be back
for several days." Stockwell explained.  "Don't worry," he soothed, "It's
nothing dangerous.  I just wanted to speak to you alone."

"What do you want?"

"Bruno and Walter have missed you."  The dogs raised their heads and
panted at the sound of their names.  Stockwell smirked as Face flinched.

"I won't do that again," Face declared, narrowing his eyes.  "You can
tell Hannibal anything you want - tell him everything, I don't care.  I
won't do it again."

"You haven't kept your end of the agreement, Lieutenant," Stockwell
commented blandly.

"What - what do you mean?" Face stammered.  "I haven't run off, tried to
leave."

"Haven't you?  The Team's been worried about you.  You're never around
and they don't know where you are."

"I can't keep the *other* part of the bargain unless I keep my distance -
you know that," Face accused. " I haven't slept with any of them and I
haven't left.  What more do you want?" he demanded defensively.

"Oh?  Do you think being an alley cat is more acceptable than being the
Team slut?" Stockwell asked, his voice dangerously sweet now. "Oh, sorry.
Does my choice of words offend you?"  He laughed nastily, then turned
serious.  "You've been womanizing.  It's tearing the Team apart *and*
it's a potential security breach.  It will come to an end now."  He
stroked the two Dobes, setting their tails wagging vigorously.  "Last
time I punished you like the bitch you were.  You *won't* do that again,
you said?  Well, you didn't exactly play with my pets willingly last time
either.  This time," he paused and eyed Face speculatively.  The slender
man shivered under his gaze.  "By the time your lesson is done, you'll
not only let them mount you, you'll participate.  And then," he paused,
thinking.  "Yes, then *we'll* tell Colonel Smith - in fact we'll show him
- you and I - we'll show him together.."

"I'll kill myself first."

Stockwell glanced up and smiled.  "Well, actually, you won't be able to
do that either - at least not unless someone tells you to.  But let's
begin by loosening you up a bit.  We'll start with something easy,
something you're used to.  Gentlemen?"

The six Ables closed in on Face.  He made no attempt to fight.  He didn't
plead either.  He simply stood glaring at Stockwell until the Ables
pushed him to his hands and knees.  Face closed his eyes and waited.

"A simple suck and fuck, gentlemen," Stockwell directed.  "Nothing too
rough.  Just remind our Lieutenant of who and what he is.  Oh, and make
sure he ... ah, enjoys himself, too."

Four of the Ables went to their knees, each securing one of Face's limbs.
The fifth pulled Face's swim trunks down from behind while the sixth
positioned Face's mouth at his crotch.  The man behind him pushed a wet
finger into Face's anus while reaching around to stroke his penis.
Despite himself, Face began to respond.  When Face's penis was fully
erect, the Able replaced his finger with his own thick rod, maintaining
the rhythm he had established.  Face began to pant, only to find his
mouth filled with the pulsing organ of the sixth Able.

Face knew better than to bite down.  Instead he let his body take over,
remembering and repeating habits he had hoped he was done with long ago.
His body thrust in rhythm with the two men, until it took over their
movements and they stood still, letting him do all the work.  They came
almost simultaneously, and he followed, hating his body's involuntary
response.

As soon as the Ables finished, they pulled out of Face's orifices and the
six Ables rotated.  Six times they coaxed Face's body into a response;
six times he serviced them; six times his body spasmed, the last two more
in pain than pleasure.

When the Ables stepped back, Face collapsed into his own cum, unable to
do more than lie in it, still panting.

"Thank you, gentlemen," Stockwell said.  "And now, Lieutenant, Bruno and
Walter would like their turn."

Face pushed himself up onto his knees.  "No," he grated.  "You can't make
me."

"Well, actually I can," Stockwell replied.  "We both know that.  But my
Ables don't enjoy being that close to my four-legged pets. And the Team
wouldn't appreciate it if my pets damaged you because you resisted them."

He sighed.  "So, I've come prepared for your recalcitrant attitude."  He
turned to the Ables.  "You two take him outside and hose him down.
Thoroughly.  Inside and out.  The rest of you get your reliefs and have
them report here."

The two Ables Stockwell had addressed grabbed Face by the arms and
dragged him back to the pool.  There they hosed him down with the
high-pressure hose, ramming it up his rectum and down his throat until he
gagged.  Two more Ables appeared with rough towels and dried the
semiconscious man off before dragging him back before Stockwell.

This time Face had no strength to perform the servicing, although his
penis still responded weakly and with a few drops of ejaculate.  So he
was rammed front and back six times, his body swaying from the impacts,
his mouth and buttocks bruising.

Once again the dogs were offered and once again refused.  Once again Face
was roughly cleaned and brought back to a third group of six Ables.  Now
the four men securing his limbs did so more to hold his limp body in
position than to prevent him from trying to escape.  His penis remained
limp, turning black and blue from the repeated efforts to arouse it.

***

Sometime during the fourth go around, Face passed out.  When he awoke, he
was in a dog kennel.  With Bruno and Walter.  Judging from the way he
felt and the bruises he could see and feel, the fourth group of Ables had
completed their usage of him even though he was unconscious.

The lights were out and the dogs had settled in around him, warming his
cold, naked body with their furred ones.  Left to themselves, Bruno and
Walter weren't vicious.  But they were Stockwell's creatures, and would
obey his every command.  Now, recognizing the smell of their onetime
playmate, they also smelled his fear and pain and sought to comfort him.
They rubbed against his body and one of them licked his face.  The other,
in a display of doggy camaraderie, nuzzled his genitals, which made Face
groan.

Apparently he hadn't been cleaned the last time.  The Doberman was
following the smell of sex between his legs to his rear.  Soon his nose
was poking Face's sore anus.  The dog at his head had done cleaning his
mouth and now sniffed his own way down Face's body, soon joining his
mate. There wasn't room enough for Face to move or protect himself, so he
surrendered to the inspection, whimpering when the noses were replaced
with long, warm tongues, laving his cleft and genitals.

The lights came up suddenly, along with a sinister laugh.  "I see you've
renewed your friendship with my pets," Stockwell said.  The dogs sat up
at their master's voice, ready to do his bidding.  "Oh, my, yes, you do
like them, don't you, Lieutenant?" Stockwell exclaimed, as the dogs
exposed Face's hardening cock.  "Would you like to empty that somewhere?
I'm sure either of your friends would be happy to be the receptacle."

"Never!" Face snarled.  "You can't force me to have sex with a dog!"

"No, I can't do that," Stockwell admitted.  "Well, if you don't want to
be the performer, I guess you'll just have to be the receptacle.  I *can*
force you to be that.  Mount, Bruno!" Stockwell commanded.

The dog obeyed, pushing Face onto his stomach with head and paws, he
butted Face in his bruised rear until he raised himself onto his knees,
his head cradled in his arms, eyes closed.  Then Bruno mounted Face, the
dog's massive organ expanding further once inside Face's body.

Both Face and Stockwell knew what would happen next.  As Bruno's cock
pulsed and grew in his rectum, Face's did the same with no external
stimulus.  Dog and man exploded together, Face collapsing once more into
his own cum.  Bruno merely pulled out, sat down and began to clean
himself.

Stockwell moved up to the cage, announcing, "Now it's Walter's turn."
Watching the performance repeat with the second Doberman, Stockwell
unzipped and began stroking his own rod.  When he was about to cum, he
said sharply, "Lieutenant!" and, when Face instinctively turned towards
his voice, shot his wad into the upturned face.  The shock took Face over
the edge once again, followed shortly by Walter.

Face was only dimly aware of Stockwell remarking, "Well, I'll let you
three get some sleep now.  We'll discuss this in the morning."  With that
he moved back into the shadows and the lights went out.

***

Part 2

Day Two

Additional warning for this part: Involuntary loss of control of bodily
functions.

Summary: Face finds his furry friends more and more comforting and stops
suppressing his needs. Stockwell ups the ante.


Face was awakened by two Ables and dragged from the cage.  The Dobes were
already gone.  He was hosed down once again, but not dried off this time.
Shivering in the cool air-conditioned kitchen, he shook his head
negatively at Stockwell's "discussion". Stockwell frowned in anger, then
schooled his features.  "Take him out and fill him up," he ordered the
Ables on guard.

Once again Face was roughly led to the pool area.  Four Ables held him in
position while four others followed Stockwell's orders. This time one of
the Ables behind him forced his buttocks apart and rammed an enema nozzle
into him, while another administered an ice water enema.  At the same
time a third Able inserted  a catheter into his penis and a fourth pumped
ice water through it and into his bladder.  When the catheter back
flushed, the Able disengaged the pump and pulled the catheter out.

"Hold it in, Lieutenant," came Stockwell's voice from behind Face, almost
causing him to lose control right then.  To Stockwell's disappointment,
however, he managed to clench himself tightly.  "All right, put him in
the run and let him relieve himself with the rest of the animals."

The Ables pushed Face into the dog run, where Bruno and Walter were
sunning themselves.

"You can empty now, Lieutenant," Stockwell said with mock charity.

Face thought about refusing, then realized he would just humiliate
himself further.  He really couldn't hold himself closed for much longer.
 He squatted and let the now warm water pour out of him, closing his eyes
to the watchers.  When he opened his eyes, he was alone with the
Dobermans. The sun felt warm on his bare skin and he imitated the dogs,
stretching out on a patch of clean sand to relax as best he could.

He was dozing when he felt the nose sniffing his somewhat soiled
backside.  He tried to turn over, but a meaty paw held him in place as a
warm, wet tongue began laving him.  He looked around as best he could and
decided it was Bruno cleaning him.  Bruno seemed the one to take the
initiative more often.  The tongue was in his cleft now and Face thrust
toward it, almost but not quite involuntarily.  He rose to his hands and
knees and looked around.  No one was in sight.  He thrust back again, and
the tongue entered his anus.  Face reached under himself and began
stroking in time to the thrusts.

Walter wandered over and nosed his hand, licking Face's hardening penis
and balls.  Face moaned and let Walter take over, needing both arms to
support himself now.  'Unconditional love,' he thought.  'I'm sure this
isn't what the animal psychologists had in mind, but - damn - that's what
this is.'

He looked around once more, ensuring he was alone in his enjoyment of
this forbidden activity. His eyes closed as he surrendered to the dogs'
ministrations.  After a time, the two tongues weren't enough.  Without
opening his eyes, he whispered, "Mount, Bruno."

Bruno obeyed the command, just as he had when Stockwell gave it.  The
swelling penis inside him quickly brought Face to the edge.  Only then
did the command come.  "Heel, Walter!  Heel, Bruno!"

The wet strokes to his cock and balls ceased as did the anal thrusts. He
felt Walter's fur brush his stomach as the dog backed out from beneath
him and obeyed his master. Face groaned in frustration at the same time
he reddened in humiliation.  Of course Stockwell had a camera trained on
him.  How could he be so stupid?  How could he be so weak?

"I said *heel*, Bruno!" Stockwell's voice was sharper now.  Face realized
that Bruno was still inside him, unmoving.  Stockwell's footsteps sounded
soft on the sand.  Bruno growled warningly at his master and his penis
swelled to painful proportions within Face.  He would not willingly
surrender his mate.

Stockwell was no fool.  He retreated backwards out of the run.  He
glanced at the Ables around him.  None would meet his eyes and he knew
none had the courage to try to separate man and dog.  He decided not to
issue a command that would be disobeyed. He sat down in a lounge chair,
Walter at his side, and stroked his chin as he thought about the
alternatives.  Finally, a slow smile came to his face.  In his familiar,
confident drawl, he addressed Face.  "Well, Lieutenant, I see you've
finally admitted what I told you all along.  You'd not only allow my pets
to mount you, you'd participate."  He chuckled softly.  "But you
surpassed even my expectations.  You initiated the activity.  Well, well.
 What will the Colonel think about this?"

Face choked back a sob.  The Colonel would think he was an animal - a
sex-obsessed animal - willing to do anything for his own physical
pleasure.  And it was true.

Stockwell smiled at Face's evident reaction.  "So, Lieutenant," he
continued.  "Do you want Bruno to continue?"

Face heard himself whisper, "Yes, please, sir."

"And in return, you'll willingly service my Ables again?"

"Yes, sir."

"Without your own release this time."

Face nodded.

"I couldn't hear you, Lieutenant."

Face knew what was being demanded.  "Please, General, let me cum while
Bruno finishes fucking me and ... and then I'll service the Ables without
any release for myself."

"Good boy, Lieutenant.  Good boy, Bruno.  Go ahead."

Bruno resumed thrusting, his engorged organ tearing Face as he forced
himself in and out.  The pain was too much and Face, although still
aroused, couldn't release.  Bruno finished and backed out, sitting down
to clean himself.

"Didn't you enjoy that, Lieutenant?" Stockwell asked, voice dripping with
false concern.  "And now you must thank Bruno, don't you think?"

"Go to hell, Stockwell," Face snarled, not entirely undone by this
humiliation.

"Undoubtedly I will," Stockwell smirked.  "But not just yet."  He turned
serious.  "Very well. Get out here and keep your promise." At Stockwell's
signal, one of the Ables opened the gate and Face crawled out of the run.
 Stockwell tossed a cock ring at Face.  "I wouldn't want to be accused of
not offering you assistance in keeping your promises.  Clean yourself up
and put this on."

Face picked up the cock ring and painfully pulled himself to his feet.
"Oh, and Lieutenant?" Stockwell called after him as he staggered away,
"Don't jerk yourself off.  The agreement was that you could ... ejaculate
... *while* Bruno was finishing.  You didn't.  That's too bad, but I
didn't prevent you."  Face nodded numbly and continued to the showers at
the end of the pool.

Face returned from the showers, cock ring tight around his solid
erection, to find twelve Ables lined up waiting for him.  He went to his
knees without further coaching, and unzipped each of them in turn,
manually coaxing their organs into arousal, then taking them over the
edge with his mouth.  Then he licked them clean and redressed them.  When
he was done, he remained on his knees and looked over at Stockwell.  He
was panting and his cock was throbbing visibly around the ring.

"Well done, Lieutenant.  As a reward, I'll have the rest use your ... ah,
rear entrance.  You'll have to clean them off afterwards, of course, but
one at a time."  He turned to the satiated Ables.  "Relieve your seconds
and have them assemble here."  While the Ables scrambled to obey,
Stockwell turned to Face.  "Come here, Lieutenant.  You can lean on this
chair while they relieve themselves, so your arms won't tire out."

Face crawled over to the indicated chair and lay his torso on its seat.
He realized Stockwell was looking at him expectantly.  "Thank you, sir,"
he forced himself to say.

Twelve anal entries later, Face was barely able to lift his head to clean
the last man.  His cock was purple and rigid with need. He felt himself
being rolled over and cried out as his torn and bruised backside landed
on the cement.  He was pulled into a sitting position and his head jerked
up to meet Stockwell's.  "You're going to stay right here tonight,
Lieutenant, and think about what you are.  Tomorrow we'll discuss it
further - I hope for the last time."  Stockwell rose.  "Secure him," he
directed.

Face was dragged to the outside of the chain link fence of the dog run,
leaving a bloody trail.  Two Ables sat him up with his back to the fence.
He was bound to the chain links, his hands wrapped together at the wrists
and secured over his head, more bindings around his chest and at his
waist kept him upright.  The Ables kicked his legs apart and shackled
them to steel bars at knees and ankles, stretching them painfully at the
hips.

The Ables left and Stockwell strode up to him,  carefully stepping over
the bars and walking between his legs until the hard points of his shoes
nudged Face's balls.  "Just to help you decide what to do tomorrow," he
said.  He unzipped himself and pulled out his penis, masturbating until
he shot his wad into the bound man's eyes.  "Open your mouth," he
commanded.  Blinking frantically, Face obeyed, and Stockwell poured a
stream of urine down his throat.  "Think about that tonight, Lieutenant,"
he said, stepping on the bars purposefully as he walked away.  When Face
stopped screaming, he began vomiting.  The spasms made the binding bite
into his flesh.  But the total hopelessness of his situation became clear
as muscle spasms racked his body and he fouled himself helplessly while
the pain in his penis increased as his sphincter was prevented from
joining the rest of his body in release.

***

Part 3

One Year Later

Hannibal hung up the phone, glad he no longer had to worry about it being
bugged or about being overheard by the once ever-present Abels.  The
caller had been an anonymous female, but the voice, hushed as it was, was
undoubtedly Carla's. Even six months after Decker had hand-delivered
three pardons, one was still sealed in Hannibal's locked safe, he
recognized her voice. He was equally certain she was calling without
Stockwell's permission or even knowledge.  The message had been brief and
cryptic: "That property you've been looking for will be up for auction."
But Hannibal knew what the property was.  He stared at the address he had
jotted down and drifted into memory.

***

The Team had  returned from the wild goose chase on which Stockwell had
sent them to find Face waiting for them.  He was somewhat distant, but
Hannibal chalked that up to Face's usual sulking at being left out of
something..  He refused to leave the compound, which in retrospect was
odd, but otherwise went along with whatever they suggested. Looking back,
his behavior in general was odd, Hannibal realized: whenever they weren't
doing something as a team, Face was either swimming laps or showering.
But at the time, aside from teasing him about draining the water system
and using all the hot water as a way of getting even with Stockwell by
upping his electric and water bills, Hannibal didn't think anything of
it.

Then Stockwell showed up with the videos.  Hannibal vividly remembered
the Team's initial reaction.  When Face ordered Bruno to mount him, BA
clapped his hand over his mouth and ran from the room.  Murdock watched
the video mesmerized, as did Face, Hannibal recalled. Hannibal didn't
notice Face's reaction at first.  But when he demanded to know why
Stockwell had done this, Stockwell's answer was to gesture in Face's
direction.

Face was staring at the screen with one hand down his swim trunks.
Hannibal realized with a shock that he was masturbating.  Hannibal
glanced at the most fragile member of the team. Murdock was shocked and
speechless, watching Face continue to jerk off even when all eyes were on
him.

"Face," Hannibal ordered, "Stop that.  What's wrong with you?" But the
blond ignored him.  Finally Hannibal got his attention by pulling his
hand out of his swim trunks. "Answer me, Lieutenant!" he commanded. But
Face only shook his head, tears rolling down his face.

Then Stockwell asked, "Lieutenant, do you want Bruno's 'help' in
finishing?"

Face, still sobbing, nodded and whispered, "Yes, please."

"Face, you can't mean that," Murdock argued.

Face's response was a groan. "I need them."

"Need who, Facey?" Murdock asked.

"The dogs, Murdock, the dogs.  I need them. I want them." He turned to
Stockwell.  "Please?"

"They're in the car, Lieutenant.  You may join them," Stockwell
responded.

Murdock grabbed Face's arm as he rose.  "How dare you?" he demanded of
Stockwell.  "What did you do to him?"  He turned to Face when Stockwell's
only response was a smirk.  "What did he do to you?"

Face didn't try to pull away - something else odd, Hannibal thought.  But
he pleaded, "Let me go.  Please let me go to them."

Hannibal watched for a few seconds, then ordered Murdock to let Face
leave.  When Murdock turned to argue with him, Hannibal told him to shut
up.  Finally Murdock released Face and Face ran from the room, his hand
back down his swim trunks.

Stockwell rose in a leisurely manner, the smirk still on his face.
"Well, gentlemen, I'll be going now.  You can keep the tape.  Don't
worry, Captain.  The Lieutenant will be well taken care of.  Bruno and
Walter both love him - very much."  Laughing at his witticism, Stockwell
exited.

"Hannibal!" Murdock was furious.  "Why didn't you stop him?  Why didn't
you let me stop him?"

"Face went voluntarily, Captain," Hannibal replied, keeping his voice
neutral with effort.  His men recognized his formality for what it was -
uncertainty, and he confirmed their assessment with his next words. "I
don't know what's going on, and I promise you I'll get to the bottom of
it, whatever it is.  But there was nothing to be gained by holding Face
here against his will.  Except that we'd be playing right into
Stockwell's hands."

"What's new 'bout that, Hannibal?" BA asked from the doorway from which
he'd watched most of the scene unobserved.

Hannibal shook his head; he didn't have an answer for that either.

***

Hannibal had waited a month before contacting Stockwell.  He had hoped
for some news or a message, but there was nothing.  The only up side was
that Stockwell hadn't sent them on any missions.  He remembered his visit
to Stockwell's ranch.

***

"I want Face back," he said flatly when he'd bulled his way into
Stockwell's presence.

Stockwell shrugged. "Face's got what he's always wanted, but denied. He
won't come back to you. He doesn't want to go back to you. He's now a
complete sex slave - rewarded by being fucked by a large animal."

"I don't believe you, General," Hannibal replied.  "Face is a sex magnet
and he can be insatiable, it's true.  But he's a human being."

"I didn't expect you to take my word for it, Colonel," Smiling like a
genial host, Stockwell led Hannibal to a picture window looking out on
the ranch, where Hannibal watched Face engage in vigorous - and clearly
voluntary - sex with a kennel full of German Shepherds.

Stockwell pointed out the sheep and goats, his cultured gestures and tone
belied by the smug look of satisfaction on his face.  "Those are other
new and," he coughed with fake delicacy, "intimate friends of the
Lieutenant."

Hannibal brushed Stockwell aside and pulled the side window panel open.
"Face!  Face, it's Hannibal.  Come here! I want to talk to you."

Face looked up, clearly responding to the command, but shook his head,
refusing to talk to Hannibal. Instead, ashamed that Hannibal was seeing
his true colors but compelled to continue his sexual performance, he
crawled into the midst of a pack of dogs who immediately began
stimulating him. Any concerns he had about what Hannibal thought of him
vanished in the animal throes of sexual arousal.

Hannibal turned from the window.  In his peripheral vision, he noticed
Carla at Stockwell's desk, head averted.  Had those been tears glinting
in her eyes?  He turned to the General and, with a gloved finger pressed
into his chest to punctuate his remarks, snarled,  "All right, Stockwell,
you've won for now.  But if I ever find out that Face wants out of here
and you hold him against his will, nothing - and I mean absolutely
nothing will stop me and my men from pulling him out over your very dead
body.  Have I made myself clear?"

Stockwell had gently pushed the gloved hand aside and moved towards his
desk, appearing completely unruffled.  "Would I ever keep someone against
his will, Colonel?" he asked mockingly.  "I believe you know the way
out?"

***

There had been no word for a year.  And now this phone call.  'Maybe
those were tears in her eyes,' Hannibal thought.  It didn't matter.  He
had been given the opportunity to get his man back and he would do so.
"BA!" he called.  "I need the van; put it back together so I can drive
it."

***

Hannibal  drove to the warehouse at the address Carla had given him to
discover a slave auction in progress, complete with demonstrations of
each slave's specialty.  Posing as  a buyer,  he watched for a while as
the slaves were brought out one by one. 'I can't allow Face to be forced
to perform in front of these assholes,' he realized. Instead he learned
the identity of the man selling Face from the brochure given to him at
the entrance. It listed the "items for sale" with descriptions and seller
names. Face was listed as "Lieutenant: Caucasian male; blond. No
blemishes except war-wound scars. Animal-oriented sub." He was somewhat
surprised to learn Face's seller wasn't Stockwell.

Asking around, Hannibal quickly located the man.  "Might be interested in
the item you've got up for bids.  But tell me, with such an attractive
piece of property, why are you selling?"

The man, a wealthy middle-aged eccentric, leered at him.  "Looking for
problems?  Won't find any with this one.  Wish I didn't have to sell,
but," he sighed.  "What can I tell you?  I fell in love. Yeah!  At my
age. She's everything I always thought I couldn't find: wealthy,
beautiful, even into this stuff. But she's a little conservative.
Doesn't approve of bestiality. So," he finished sadly, "I have to trade
Lieutenant in for a more ordinary slave.  Still interested?"

"Maybe. But I don't want to deal with all this riffraff,"  Hannibal said,
gesturing around him. "How about some information on his background, a
private viewing, and then - maybe - a private deal?"

The man eyed him, sizing him up.

Hannibal was dressed in safari khakis, with his trademark black gloves
and boots. He nonchalantly took a Cuban cigar from his breast pocket,
clipped it with what was obviously an expensive clipper, and then lit it
with an equally ostentatious lighter.  He grinned around the cigar as he
watched the man assess him.  "Well?" he asked.

"All right," the man decided.  He turned to his head slave, a massive
Native American who would have given BA a run for his money, and said,
"Bring Lieutenant out."

While they waited, the man explained, "I've had him about six months.
Bought him off a guy I never saw here before or since.  Older fellow,
carried himself like maybe he was retired military.  Figured he was when
I heard the slave's name.  I watched Lieutenant perform with the guy's
two Dobes and I knew I had to have him." He laughed. "You know, it was
almost a tossup between proposing to my lady and keeping him?  But, in
the long run, he's of limited value, if you know what I mean.  He's a
pleasure to watch though.  Hardly ever had to discipline him until now."
He shook his head. "Because of my lady, she's big on keeping the slaves
in their place and like I said she don't like the animal part, I had to
discipline him and then send him back to the kennel for the first time in
a long time. I had him sedated once the dogs calmed him down. So he may
be a little groggy.  All he's likely to remember is that he was
gang-banged by the other slaves - that's about the only way to punish
him, by the way, make him serve humans, don't matter whether they're
slaves or not, or deny him service to the animals." He'd been nervously
painting in the dust with the toe of his boot while he spoke and now he
looked sideways at Hannibal. "Anyway, he'll remember that and won't give
you any trouble.  He'll probably remember the dogs comforting him, and
think he fell asleep that way."

Hannibal returned his stare evenly, but said nothing.

The man continued defensively, "I understand his old owner used to use
him like that all the time, but it's not my way, you understand. He's
been drugged a little to keep him compliant for the auction. Mainly
'cause he was upset at the idea of being sold and taken away from his
friends - the dogs, I mean." He cleared his throat.

Hannibal continued gazing steadily at the man, keeping his expression
neutral with an effort.  Finally footsteps broke their stalemate.

The head slave had a guiding hand on the slender blond's arm, but
otherwise Face appeared unrestrained.

"Lieutenant, stay still.  This fellow's going to inspect you." the slave
owner said, signaling that the Native American should let him go.  Face
swayed once, then got his balance.

Hannibal walked in a small circle around Face. Face was completely naked
and looked pale but otherwise physically healthy.  He kept his eyes on
the ground in front of him, so Hannibal couldn't judge his emotional
state or how heavily drugged he was.  He completed his circuit and nodded
at the slaver.  "What's the price?" When the man hesitated, he said, "I
ain't gonna haggle, so give me your bottom line here."

"Can't be my bottom line," the man retorted.  "I gotta figure what I
might get if I put him up on the block."

"Or you might get no takers at all," Hannibal pointed out.

"Maybe," the slave owner conceded.

"Then you'd have to take him back.  I guess your lady wouldn't much like
that."

"You're right there." He hesitated, then reached a decision.  "All
right," he said and named a price.

"Does he have any clothes?" Hannibal asked as he pulled a roll of bills
out of his pants pocket.

"Nope.  Didn't come with any.  Never saw the need to get him any out
where I am.  It's pretty isolated."

"Well, I've got some old sweats in the van that'll do for the trip."

"My man can get 'em for you and get him dressed while we're finishing our
business."

"Not necessary."   Hannibal peeled off the stated amount.

The slaver pocketed the money and addressed Face again.  "Lieutenant?"

"Yes, Master," the blond said without looking up.

"This is your new owner.  You're to go with him.  I don't want a ruckus,
now."

"No, Master.  Be good. Won't fight."  The voice was tired and resigned,
but not frightened.

"Lieutenant," Hannibal said, "Can you walk on your own?"

Face nodded then risked a question. "You have dogs?"

"No dogs," Hannibal said gruffly.  Masking his concern for the strange
question, he growled, "Come on,"  and led Face out of the warehouse.
Once they had cleared the doorway and it was pulled shut behind them,
Hannibal asked, "do you know who I am?"

Face glanced up at the new tone.  The voice oddly familiar and there was
a smell in the air that tickled old memories. The man was silver-haired
and looking at him with light blue eyes. He said, "Hannibal?  No, can't
be.  Sorry. Still foggy. My new Master."  They approached the van and
again Face's memory stirred, but he interpreted it in terms he was used
to.  "Dogs in there?" he asked, not realizing he'd already asked.

"I said no dogs," Hannibal replied more harshly than he intended. In a
calmer voice he added,  "Just the Team.  Let's go."

***

Part 4

Summary: Come In is an eight-part story dealing with Face's forced
indoctrination as a bestiality-focused sex slave and his recovery from
his experiences.  The first three parts focused on the indoctrination
and, therefore, have graphic bestiality in them. The rest of the story, 
beginning with this part, contains no bestiality at all.  

THIS PART CONTAINS NO GRAPHIC BESTIALITY OR SEXUAL SCENES OF ANY TYPE
 
 
***
Face wasn't in the bed when Murdock went to wake him.  Murdock found him
curled up in a corner of the closet in a nest of old blankets that had
been piled there.
 
He squatted at the closet door.  "Watcha doin' in there, Facey?"
 
Face looked up and groped for words.  "Too big all alone," he finally
said.
 
"The room and the bed were too big for just you?" Murdock asked.
 
The blond nodded.  "No basket with Master," he expanded with faltering
vocabulary.  "No dogs," he added mournfully.
 
"Yeah, I know," Murdock agreed.  "But we can't let ya do that anymore." 
He held his hand out.  "C'mon out.  It's time for breakfast."
 
"No touch," Face said, crawling out of the blankets, but avoiding
Murdock's hand.  "Dirty."  He looked down.  His pajamas were stained. 
"Mistress said always be dirty.  Sent away."
 
Murdock stifled a sigh of disappointment.  It's only been three days, he
reminded himself.  At least he was still wearing the pajamas.
 
Face might have forgotten how to speak and act, but he was still acutely
observant.  "Sorry," he murmured.  "Try to do better."
 
"I know you will.  Don't worry about it," Murdock said reassuringly. 
"How about a nice shower to clean up?"
 
"'K," Face said agreeably.  "Hose outside?"
 
Murdock hesitated. Face asked the same question every morning.  Since
Hannibal had brought him back it seemed that not only did Face not know
who they were, but that he lived in the present only, as if every event
was happening for the first time. Not that he didn't learn, he was
visibly trying to learn what pleased and displeased them, but as if each
occurrence of an everyday activity - a meal, a shower - was independent
of the previous occurrence. Murdock decided to break the cycle by not
going along with Face's apparent preference to be hosed down.  Instead he
responded,  "Well, yeah, but wouldn't you rather have a hot shower in the
bathroom?"
 
Face's eyes widened.  "For real?" he asked.
 
Murdock wondered what his friend had been through during the past year
and swallowed hard as he nodded.
 
"With soap?"  There was no mistaking the yearning in the hoarse voice
now.
 
Murdock had to turn his head so Face wouldn't see the tears in his eyes. 
"Yeah.  We got lotsa soap.  You can even have a bubble bath if you want."
 
Face nodded eagerly.  He didn't know what the familiar man was rewarding
him for, but he wasn't about to question.
 
"Okay, let's go then."
 
Face followed Murdock down the hall to the bathroom, reminding himself to
walk on two legs.
 
Murdock adjusted the water and added the bubble bath, then helped Face
into the tub.  
 
Just then BA came upstairs and entered the bathroom with warm towels and
a fluffy robe from the laundry he'd just done.  "Need help?" he asked
gruffly, watching Murdock watch Face scrub himself with a washcloth.
 
Murdock swatted Face's hand lightly when he paid too much attention to
his genitals.  "Yeah, BA.  If you can get him out and dry, I'll take
these," he pointed at the pajamas, "and his blankets and get 'em washed."
 He took the washcloth away from Face, saying, "That's enough.  You're
clean now."
 
"I kin do that," BA decided.  "You go on with the laundry."  After
Murdock left, BA silently watched Face enjoy soaking in the water, eyes
closed, for a few minutes.  When the smaller man shivered, BA roused
himself.  "Best get out now before you get a chill."
 
Face obeyed and stood beside the tub, dripping.
 
"Here," BA said, grabbing a towel.  "Dry yourself off."
 
Face did as he was told, murmuring appreciatively, "Warm."
 
"Should be.  They're right out of the dryer."  BA took the towel from
Face as he got too intimate with it, and held out the robe.  "Put this on
and tie it closed."
 
Face obeyed, sighing, "No touching."
 
BA shook his head.  "Nope.  Ain't right.  Not in front of folks.  You
gotta try to remember." As he ushered Face out of the bathroom and down
to the breakfast table, BA wished he had been in the room when Maggie and
Doc Richter had explained to Hannibal how to handle Face. He had
questions that Hannibal had brushed aside when he laid out his Plan. 
That troubled BA.  When Hannibal didn't answer a question it generally
meant he hadn't thought about it.  And Hannibal's Plans, even the best of
them, snuck up and bit you when you least expected it.  But he hadn't
been in the room because he and Murdock had been with Face.  Apparently
everyone agreed he couldn't be left alone unless he was asleep.  BA
looked at the blond obediently walking half a step behind him.  'If you
treat a man like a dumb animal, how can you expect him to act like a
man?' BA wondered.
 
***
 
"Stay, Billy," Murdock ordered before he walked into Face's room. 
Hannibal had ordered BA to remove the doors to the Face's bedroom and the
closest bathroom a week after he brought Face home. Hannibal had been the
only one to hear Maggie and the Doc's recommendations and after watching
Face masturbate at every idle moment even when they were with him,
Hannibal wanted to make sure they were aware of his actions at all times
so that they could interrupt unacceptable and inappropriate activities. 
"Don't want you exciting Face and getting hurt."
 
"Wouldn't hurt Billy," Face murmured, surprising Murdock.
 
"I know you wouldn't hurt him on purpose," Murdock said quickly, then
changed the subject.  "You brush your hair?"
 
Face nodded.  Undeterred, he continued quietly.  "Wouldn't hurt him at
all.  Don't do that.  Only with animals that want to.  Only mount females
in heat.  Never males.  Males use me."  His voice increased in volume and
emotion as he fought his inability to speak about himself in order to
make Murdock understand.  The "me" was choked out.  Abruptly, he turned
away.  "Shit!" he gasped.
 
"It's okay, Facey, I didn't realize.  I won't make Billy stay away from
you anymore.  I ..." He turned Face around and saw the wet stain
spreading on his trousers.  "Maybe it's better if Billy does stay away."
 
Face nodded sadly, looking at the doorway as though he could see Billy
sitting there patiently.  A tear ran down his cheek.  "Change clothes?"
he asked.
 
"Yeah," Murdock agreed.  "I'll give you some privacy."
 
"Why?"
 
The question wasn't asked with the puzzled tone Murdock had gotten used
to in the past two months.  There was an edge of bitterness that both
alarmed Murdock and gave him hope.  "Because you've got a right to it
just like anybody else," he answered, stepping out of the room and
resolutely walking away.  If Hannibal wanted Face watched every moment he
could do it himself, Murdock decided.
 
He nearly walked into BA, who was standing angrily at the top of the
stairs.  "Damn fool, getting' him all riled up about your invisible dog!"
BA snarled.
 
Murdock nodded.  "Stupid of me."
 
BA looked towards the open doorway.  "He's tryin' so hard, man, and
Hannibal don't give him an inch.  Don't you start being that way, too."
 
"Think Hannibal will let you put the doors back on? It's been a month
since he messed himself."
 
"No.  Already asked.  He don't see no change.  But I'm putting up
curtains there and in the bathroom doorway.  We want him to act like a
man, we got to treat him like one."  He looked past Murdock.  "Ready for
breakfast, lil brother?" he asked in a much softer tone.  "You can come
on out by yourself.  We gonna wait out here for you from now on."
 
The blond looked from one familiar face to the other. He almost knew who
they were.  He had known the Master when he first looked at him, but as
the sedative wore off, he lost the connection.  "Thank you," he said. 
Then he turned to the white man.  "Won't hurt Billy.  Promise.  Not why
... wet.  Please?"
 
Murdock thought *he* was going to lose control.  He swallowed hard before
speaking.  "I was wrong, Faceman.  'Course you wouldn't hurt Billy.  You
can play with him any time you want."
 
"Let's go down to breakfast," BA said in an oddly rough tone. 
"Hannibal's waiting."
 
"Use spoon," Face promised, and his friends forced themselves to smile
their approval.

***

Part 5

Warnings: References to bestiality. Graphic depiction of semi-consensual
group sex, somewhat violent. 

Summary: Come In is an eight-part story dealing with Face's forced
indoctrination as a bestiality-focused sex slave and his recovery from
his experiences.  The first three parts focused on the indoctrination
and, therefore, have graphic bestiality in them. The rest of the story 
contains no bestiality at all.  

THIS PART CONTAINS NO GRAPHIC BESTIALITY 

 
***
Life had assumed a routine after two months of trying to rehabilitate
Face. Tonight, like every night, Face sat at Hannibal's feet in the
living room, ostensibly watching TV with the Team.  Idly he fondled his
crotch and Hannibal kicked at his hand to stop him.  "This isn't
working," Hannibal said.  
 
"Doctor Richter told you it would take time, Colonel," Murdock reminded
him.  "He said he'd probably do better with behavior modification in a
controlled environment."
 
"I thought he'd rather be with his team, his family," Hannibal retorted.
Face was part of the Team and the Team took care of its own. If only Face
hadn't succumbed so easily to the allure of animal sex. Hannibal still
didn't understand why he had refused to even talk to him at Stockwell's
ranch, let alone come back to the Team. He glared at Face as though the
fault was his for not being grateful enough to cure himself by now.
 
Face cringed and then reached for Hannibal's groin.  "Sorry, sorry," he
whispered.  "Make happy?"
 
"No, dammit!  You can't make me happy by jerking me off or sucking me off
or whatever it is you want to do!" Hannibal hollered.  He cuffed him
across the face with the folded newspaper he was holding.
 
Face rolled onto his back in total submission.
 
"Don't you dare wet yourself!" Hannibal yelled, jumping to his feet.
 
Murdock, unsure what Hannibal's next move would be, grabbed his shoulder
while BA scooped up Face.
 
BA was about to put Face down at a safe distance from their CO, when a
thought came to him, and he hauled him over his shoulder instead.  "Doc
said reward and punishment, right?  That's what 'behavior modification'
means, don't it?"
 
"Yeah, BA, that's right.  Why?" Murdock said, still holding onto
Hannibal, but turning towards the big black man.
 
"Gonna try a little behavior modification of my own," he said.
 
BA marched up the stairs and into Face's bedroom with Face over his
shoulder in a fireman's carry.  He threw Face on the bed on his back,
looming over him.  "All you want is a dog up your ass?" he asked.  
 
Face nodded and his penis started to respond.  BA slapped him, which only
served to stimulate him further.  
 
"What is it about them dogs that makes them so good?" BA snarled. 
 
Face tried to explain.  "Big, feel full inside.  Pressure, rubbing,
always on the right spot ..."  He sobbed as just talking about it made
him cum.  
 
BA nodded to himself in satisfaction.  "Take them clothes off and wipe
yourself with 'em," he ordered.  
 
Face obeyed with an expression that almost matched BA's, then stood in
front of the big man, who had seated himself on the bed, and waited
expectantly.  He was not disappointed.  
 
BA turned Face over his knees to spank him, speaking one word with each
blow.  "You a man, not an animal.  You need a human, not a dog."  The
spanking aroused both of them.  BA pushed Face off him and onto the bed
face down, unzipped, and entered him with no preparation, thrusting dry
and hard while shouting, "Is this big enough for you?  Does it fill you
up enough?"  
 
Murdock had let go of Hannibal when the Colonel sagged, his rage abated. 
Hannibal sat down hard, face in hands.  Murdock looked down at him, not
sure what to do, then heard  BA bellowing and decided it was more
important to investigate there.  
 
Murdock took the stairs two at a time and entered the room just in time
to witness BA thrust into Face.  He jumped on BA, trying to stop him, to
no avail.  Then he heard Face gagging, suffocating as his head was forced
into the bedding.  Leaving BA, Murdock ran around the bed and slid under
Face, cradling the blond head in his lap while BA continued to pound him.
  
Now that he could breathe, Face was enjoying the fullness of the big
man's huge cock.  He realized that while the black man was taking him
from behind, another was demanding oral satisfaction.  He managed to
unzip Murdock's shorts with his teeth and began sucking him off.  
 
Murdock was aroused despite himself by what he saw and felt: the
expression of ecstasy on both men's faces and now the oral stimulation. 
He changed position to his knees so he could fuck Face's mouth, rather
than being sucked off, taking care to ensure Face could still breathe. 
Face surrendered to the assault without protest. 
 
Each of their experiences heightened by the sounds, sights, and smells of
the other two, all three men came, almost simultaneously.  While the
other two collapsed in sexual exhaustion, Face immediately cleaned
Murdock up, snaked around to do the same for BA, then began licking
himself clean under their watchful and amazed eyes. Murdock reached out
to stop him, but BA held Murdock back.  The position he maneuvered into
looked painful, but he seemed comfortable and relaxed for the first time
since he'd been home. 
 
When Face finished and was lying exhausted between them, BA asked, in a
much gentler voice than he used before, "That as good as one of your
dogs?"  
 
Face, eyes drifting shut, murmured, "Better."
 
*** 
BA and Murdock began providing sexual rewards in return for "normal"
behavior. Face was hesitant at first, but when the Master, as he viewed
Hannibal, showed no negative reaction, he decided his place in this
household was pleasing the Master's friends. In the morning, when Face
washed and dressed himself, BA would allow him to suck him off.  When
Face sat at the table and ate with the Team for dinner, Murdock
bottle-fed him after dinner, while Face lay naked, fondling himself, in
Murdock's lap with Murdock's penis impaling him.  If Face got through the
day without masturbating or being sexually provocative, BA fucked him to
sleep.  Only Hannibal refused to participate, preferring to punish
deviant behavior rather than reward good behavior.  Face took to curling
up in a ball and pretending to sleep when left alone with the Master. 
 
"Get Face ready for bed, BA; he's falling asleep on the floor again,"
Hannibal said, stepping over the blond on his way to his chair, beer and
newspaper in hand.
 
"In a minute.  I cain't leave this right now," BA replied.
 
"I want him out of here now, BA," Hannibal commanded, "before I trip over
him."
 
BA looked up from the table where he had a small motor in pieces and
sighed.  Murdock was out for the evening and Hannibal was in his cups. 
He'd probably drink himself to sleep, BA realized.  A not infrequent
occurrence of late.  "Face?" BA called softly.  The blond raised his head
and blinked sleepy blue eyes.  "You go upstairs and get ready for bed,
lil brother.  I'll be there in a little bit, okay?"
 
Face nodded and stumbled to his feet.  Passing the white-haired man who
was pointedly ignoring him, he murmured, "'Night, Colonel."
 
Without thinking, Hannibal replied, "Good night, Kid.  Sleep well."  
 
"You, too," Face replied softly.
 
Hannibal paused with the beer bottle raised partway to his lips. 
"Thanks, Kid," he said and smiled.
 
Face smiled shyly back before dropping his eyes and continuing towards
the stairs.
 
Hannibal stared at the bottle in his hand and lowered it.  He looked at
BA who immediately busied himself with the motor.  After a few minutes,
Hannibal went into the kitchen, poured the beer down the sink, and made a
pot of coffee for himself.  He brought a cup back to the living room
along with a glass of milk that he silently placed at the edge of BA's
worktable.
 
When BA finally came upstairs, he found Face asleep, naked on top of the
bedspread.  He tried to move him under the covers without waking him, but
Face roused and moved slowly into position to be entered.  BA prepared
him with a lubricated finger and Face hummed contentedly, but BA noticed
he wasn't aroused.  Before unzipping, he asked, "You really want this?"  
 
Hesitantly, Face looked at BA's bulging crotch, searched BA's face, and
then shook his head.  "Just want to sleep," he admitted fearfully.  
 
"Then that's what you'll do," BA reassured him.  He turned back the
covers and tucked Face in. 
 
***

Part 6

Rating: NC-17, angst

Warnings: References to bestiality, abuse, and consensual sex. Violence.

Summary: Come In is an eight-part story dealing with Face's forced
indoctrination as a bestiality-focused sex slave and his recovery from
his experiences.  The first three parts focused on the indoctrination
and, therefore, have graphic bestiality in them. The rest of the story 
contains no bestiality at all.  

THIS PART CONTAINS NO GRAPHIC BESTIALITY OR SEX.


*** 

Murdock looked in on Face before he went to bed, ready to pull his hands
away from his groin.  Every night for the past six months, whoever
checked on Face found him lying on his stomach, hands beneath him,
masturbating his way through a wet dream or nightmare.  Not tonight.  He
was curled on his side, arms outside the comforter, sleeping peacefully. 
 
Murdock quietly left the room and went downstairs.  "Hey, guess what,
guys?"
 
Hannibal looked up from the newspaper.  "Something wrong, Captain?" he
asked.
 
"No," Murdock announced happily.  "Something right for once.  Face is
sleeping."
 
Hannibal nodded.  "He usually is at this hour.  Did you ... ah ...
rearrange him?"
 
"That's just it," Murdock said impatient with Hannibal's attitude.  "He's
*just* sleeping.
 
"Yeah," BA put in.  "He been doin' that every once in a while.  He
doesn't need me to put him to sleep either.  Sometimes he wants me."  The
big man blushed.  "That's nice, him wantin' me instead of usin' me to
replace a dog.  Anyway, sometimes he just wants to be held 'til he falls
asleep.  Sometimes not even that."
 
Hannibal looked from one to the other.  Would he even notice if Face
responded to him with something other than fear?  He wasn't sure he
would.  It was part of the day's routine now.  Murdock waked Face while
Hannibal made breakfast.  BA oversaw his washing and dressing.  Then
Hannibal watched him eat.  When he was done, if neither BA nor Murdock
was around, Face slunk off to the living room and curled up to sleep in
the sun.  "He hasn't acted any differently around me, guys," he said,
shrugging.  He went back to his newspaper.
 
***
 
Looking back, Murdock could see that the rift in the Team had begun
months ago.  But like a geological fault, it became noticeable only after
a violent upheaval.  Things had been going along in what passed for
normal for a couple of months. Face responded in small ways to BA and
Murdock and hadn't regressed at any time, but he was completely passive
around Hannibal.  BA and Murdock, in return, tried to treat Face more and
more as an adult, with less specific direction and oversight.  Hannibal
ignored him for the most part.  Hannibal's passivity should have set off
alarms in Murdock's head, but he was focused on Face and hadn't noticed
the absence of reaction.  
 
So when Hannibal had suggested the two of them take on a small town bully
while he stayed home with Face, the other two had agreed.  The case had
been wrapped up smoothly, largely thanks to BA's physical presence and
winning personality, Murdock thought with a smile, and they returned home
after only ten days.  But ten days had been a long time for Face and
Hannibal.
 
They walked in to find Hannibal on the phone, arguing with Maggie. 
"Can't you just call in a prescription or something?  I really don't see
the need for you to come out here and examine him."
 
BA and Murdock exchanged glances.  Murdock raced up the stairs to Face's
room while BA almost ripped the phone from Hannibal's hands.  He had just
asked Maggie what was going on when Murdock tore back into the room.
 
"Tell her to get out here on the next flight," Murdock yelled.
 
"You hear him, little momma?" BA said.  "Uh huh, uh huh.  Got it.  I'll
meetcha at the plane."  He hung up, glared at Hannibal who had retreated
to a chair at the far side of the kitchen table, and turned to Murdock to
report. "She already got her tickets.  Face been sick a couple days, she
say.  She say try to get soups and juices into him, nothing else 'til she
gets here.  If his fever goes up, we gotta cool him down in the tub."  He
turned back to Hannibal who seemed to have shrunk in the chair.  "What
you do to him, man?" he demanded more puzzled than angry.
 
***
 
"He's dehydrated and has a couple of gastrointestinal problems," Maggie
said as she took the chair opposite Hannibal.
 
"Well, I had to limit his intake of liquids," Hannibal began.
 
"Why?"
 
Hannibal looked uncomfortable.  Behind Maggie, BA crossed his arms and
Murdock leaned against the door frame and stared hard and steadily at
Hannibal.  "When there's only one person to take care of him, it's not
easy.  If I had known how difficult it was going to be I wouldn't have
sent the two of you out on the case until Maggie was here to help me." 
Three pairs of eyes riveted him in place.  "Anyway, I figured he'd have
fewer accidents..."
 
"You son of a bitch," Maggie said, white with anger.  "What else did you
do for your convenience?"
 
As he raised his head to answer, Hannibal noticed BA physically holding
Murdock back.  "Well, maybe he didn't eat as much as usual.  When he
lapped at his food, I just ... took it away."
 
"And?" Maggie prompted.
 
"I tied his hands behind his back so he wouldn't stimulate himself,"
Hannibal muttered.  He was looking down as he spoke, so he didn't see BA
release Murdock, didn't know until Murdock hurtled across the desk and
started choking him, fury gleaming in the brown eyes.
 
Neither Maggie nor BA moved to stop Murdock until Hannibal's body sagged
beneath him.  Then Maggie turned to BA and said, "I think you'd better
pull him off."
 
After Maggie had brought Hannibal around with old-fashioned smelling
salts under his nose and no sympathy whatsoever for the bruises around
his neck, and after BA had held Murdock in a bear hug until the smaller
man had stopped shaking and sanity had returned to his eyes, only then
did Maggie say quietly but firmly, "You need to come back to California. 
You need to be near your medical support team.  I can't drop everything
and run across the country every time you make a mistake - and I'm using
the term loosely, Colonel Smith, and giving you the benefit of the doubt.
And Dr. Richter should be seeing Face, maybe all of you, on a regular
basis."
 
Murdock nodded and BA ended the discussion by affirming, "We be moving
back.  Hannibal kin go back with you and get a place.  A nice place,
maybe in the mountains."
 
Hannibal looked from one face to the next, rubbed his sore neck, and
nodded in agreement.  "All right," he rasped.  "We'll try it.  My guess
is it won't make any difference, but we'll try it."
 
***
 
Murdock looked at the man sitting quietly next to him in the terminal. 
He'd argued against the van because it meant Face wouldn't be able to eat
or drink for over twelve hours.  Eating and drinking meant using the
bathroom and restaurant stalls wouldn't hold two...  
 
So BA had dropped Face and Murdock off at the airport after the Team had
breakfast at home and he and BA had taken Face to a cafeteria for lunch. 
Hannibal wouldn't take the risk of taking Face out to eat anywhere, but
Hannibal was finishing the packing and wasn't with them.  And it had been
fine.  Sure, Face had been a little uncertain about what to order, but
after Murdock and BA ordered sandwiches and encouraged him, he
successfully told the counter girl what he wanted.  BA even bought him a
brownie for dessert as a reward.
 
With a little coaching on "acting normal" Face had done fine in the
check-in and security, too.  Then Murdock had steered Face to the
handicapped restroom, which no one noticed to his relief, and thought
everything would work out.
 
Face shivered and Murdock roused from his thoughts and quickly turned
towards him.  
 
"Sorry," the blond murmured.
 
"Nothing to be sorry for," Murdock replied.
 
"Disturbed you."  Face reddened and looked down.
 
"No you didn't.  Can you tell me what's wrong?"
 
"Cold," came the whispered reply.
 
"You sure you don't need the bathroom?" Murdock asked.
 
Face shook his head. "Just ... cold."  He shivered again and looked
apologetic.  "Coat okay?" he asked.
 
"'Course it is.  You go ahead and put it on." Murdock smiled
encouragingly.  He knew this was a sign of low blood sugar.  'Okay, HM,'
he told himself.  'You're just going to have to trust him.'  Murdock knew
what Maggie would say.  Face needed to eat and drink regularly as his
body recovered from the abrupt change in lifestyle from pet to person,
coupled with Hannibal's inadvertent abuse.  The plane trip should have
alleviated the problems, but now he sat with Face waiting for a plane
that had been delayed twice.  "Hey, Facey," he said as the man settled
down next to him again with a contented sigh.  "Feel better?"
 
Face nodded again, adding, "Warmer."
 
"Good," Murdock said, nodding back.  "You know what we said about acting
normal?"
 
Face nodded.
 
"Well, that means on the plane, too.  You know, talkin' to the stewardess
and all."
 
"No eating.  No drinking. No water.  Stay in the seat.  Act like regular
people," Face repeated the instructions that had been drilled into him
for the past four days - since Hannibal had agreed they could fly.
 
"Yeah, well when we told you all that, we didn't know we'd be delayed
three hours."
 
"Five," Face corrected him softly.
 
Murdock checked his watch.  "You're right - five.  Even worse.  Look, you
gotta eat and drink or you'll get sick."
 
Face blinked, hesitated, then merely said, "'K."
 
Murdock realized what he had left out.  "No way are we both fitting in
one of them little toilets," he said.  "So, Faceman," he put a hand on
the other man's shoulder, "I'm gonna trust you to act normal in there,
too."
 
To Murdock's surprise, serious blue eyes met his brown ones.  "Thanks. 
No problems.  Promise."  Face smiled.  "Besides - no dogs in there."
 
Murdock realized Face had made a joke.  He hugged him quickly, laughing. 
"Yeah, Facey," he said.  "You're right; there aren't any dogs in there!"
He glanced up at the monitor.  "We've still got an hour before they'll
call our flight if they don't delay it again.  How about we go get a
snack?"
 
***
 
BA stood at the front door, keys in hand.  Thanks to bad weather and a
false terrorism alert, the van had reached California before Face and
Murdock arrived by plane. Of course BA had insisted on driving straight
through, allowing Hannibal to drive while he slept, which knocked 18
hours off the trip. With the weather layover in Detroit, Murdock and Face
had at least one good night's sleep in a hotel. And Murdock had reported
no problems, sounded happy even.  Of course, with the fool there was no
telling what that meant.  Still, he would have warned BA, if not
Hannibal, if something was amiss.  So BA was standing his ground.  "Them
doors better still be on when I get back, Hannibal," he growled.
 
"Are you threatening me, Sergeant?" Hannibal asked.
 
BA looked back steadily.  "We ain't in the Army no more," he reminded the
older man.  "You still our CO, but when you're wrong, you're wrong.  And
this time you're wrong!"
 
"You still mounting him every night so he'll go to sleep?" Hannibal asked
in a deceptively mild tone.
 
"Not every night.  You know I still do when he needs it."
 
"And Murdock's still letting him suck him off whenever he 'needs it',
too, right?"  Hannibal said.  "So where's the improvement?"
 
"It ain't the big things."
 
"It isn't any thing."
 
"You just won't see it," BA insisted.
 
"Because there's nothing to see, BA!"  Hannibal was exasperated.
 
BA glared.
 
"All right," Hannibal conceded after failing to stare the big man down. 
"The doors stay on - for now."

***

Part 7

Warnings: References to bestiality, abuse, and consensual sex. Violence.

Summary: Come In is an eight-part story dealing with Face's forced
indoctrination as a bestiality-focused sex slave and his recovery from
his experiences.  The first three parts focused on the indoctrination
and, therefore, have graphic bestiality in them. The rest of the story 
contains no bestiality at all.  

THIS PART CONTAINS NO GRAPHIC BESTIALITY OR SEX.


*** 
 
Face woke up to the sun in his eyes and a cat purring in his arms. 
Murdock had given him the cat, a stray he had tamed, but only after
Hannibal had cross-examined Face.  "Never hurt you," he whispered to the
cat, nuzzling it.  "Why did he think that?  Never hurt any animal." He
wiped the tears that crept from his eyes on the cat's back.  How could he
blame the Master for thinking the worst of him?  But even Face had
limits, things he wouldn't do.  Not even Stockwell with all his drugs
could make him ...
 
Face sat bolt upright so fast the cat jumped from his arms in alarm.  The
tears of hurt, turned into hot torrents of anger.  Somehow, he had
forgotten that Stockwell had drugged him that last day.  Drugged him and
told him exactly how he would act when he saw the video.  Had him
"preview it" for Carla - dear God, he had forgotten that performance, too
- and Face had let him, all for the prrivilege of having sex with
Stockwell's Doberman Pinschers.  'Animal,' he thought in disgust.  'It's
all you are, a sex-craving animal.  Look what you're doing to Hannibal,
BA, and Murdock.  Stockwell really won this time. And you didn't even
remember it.'  He lay there, eyes open, thinking.  The cat crept back
unnoticed and washed the tears from his face.
 
Murdock always whistled as he entered Face's room to wake him.  Not that
it made any difference to Face, at least not that Murdock could notice. 
'Still, you never know,' he told himself.  'At some level, he probably
appreciates not being startled.'
 
When Face heard the cheerful whistling, he knew he was about to be
"awakened".  He usually closed his eyes to feign sleep, sure that he was
not supposed to wake up on his own.  Murdock never seemed to realize he'd
been awake.  But today he didn't notice the whistling and Murdock was
surprised to see him lying on his back, absently stroking the cat, eyes
open, but unfocused.
 
"Face?  Already awake?" Murdock queried softly, trying to keep the
concern from his voice.
 
Face blinked and slowly focused on Murdock.  "The sun ... but ... didn't
..." he stammered, not really knowing what he was trying to say.
 
"Sun woke you?" Murdock asked, filling in the blanks in Face's speech. 
Even after months, Face still didn't speak fluently; he had been
discouraged from that human activity for too long.  Face nodded. "And I
see you didn't do anything while you waited for me," Murdock continued
conversationally.  "Clean and dry.  Why don't you go on into the
bathroom, then?  If you've been awake for a while you probably need to."
 
"BA?" Face asked.
 
Murdock understood Face's question.  BA usually escorted him to the
bathroom and made sure he didn't distract himself sexually.  "I'll send
him up.  Leave the door open a little for him, okay?"  
 
Face nodded again and padded off obediently.
 
***
 
The sun woke Face again.  He could hear voices downstairs.  He rolled
over and looked at the clock.  10:30!  He'd overslept.  He jumped out of
bed and hastily pulled on some clothes, noticing how worn they were.  At
the door to the bedroom, he shook his head as though awakening from a
particularly deep, dreamless sleep.  After a quick trip to the bathroom,
he went downstairs.  The voices were coming from the library.  He tapped
on the partially open door to announce himself.  
 
Hannibal and BA looked up from their conversation at the knock on the
door.  To their amazement, Face stood there, groomed and dressed. 
Hannibal jumped up from behind the desk at which he'd been sitting.
 
Face registered the surprise - no, shock - on his team mates' faces and
suddenly felt as if he were seeing two different versions of the same
scene, superimposed.  The first scene was of his team mates discussing a
mission and being taken by surprise when he knocked.  But the second,
more disturbing, scene was that they were shocked that he was there - and
the feeling came over him that he had done something wrong.  Suddenly
lightheaded, he reached for the door frame for support.
 
BA saw Face sway and raced to catch him before he fell.  "You okay,
Faceman?" he asked, supporting the smaller man with one arm.
 
"I think so," Face replied.  "I just felt ... dizzy.  Probably because I
haven't eaten yet."  He paused and memory caught up with him.  He pulled
away from BA, and put his hands up in apology and surrender.  "I ... I
should have waited upstairs.  I'm sorry.  I ... I forgot."  He turned to
bolt back to his room and bed.
 
"Face, wait!" Hannibal said, crossing the room quickly from where he had
remained, frozen behind the desk. Face was referring to himself, saying
'I' with no hesitation. "You didn't forget, you *remembered*."
 
"I ... I'm not sure," Face said faintly.  "Everything's confused. 
Doubled.  I feel like I should be doing two completely different things."
 
"It's okay.  Things have been ... confused for quite a while now,"
Hannibal assured him. It wasn't just that he could talk about himself,
Hannibal realized, his vocabulary had changed, suddenly he sounded -
normal. "Maybe they're starting to sort themselves out."  He ignored BA's
snort.  "Murdock's out getting bagels and the newspaper.  Why don't we
talk about it over juice and coffee while we wait for him?"
 
***
 
Within a few weeks, Hannibal began putting his contact network back
together.  Things were looking up finally, with Face remembering who he
had been and at last working with them to get back to being himself.  It
was time to pull the Team together again and the best way to do that was
with a mission or two.  Nothing dangerous, just something to remind them
what they were about.
 
The doorbell rang while Hannibal was up to his elbows in soapy water. 
"Shit! She's early!" he cursed and looked over at the kitchen table.
 
Face sat finishing his bowl of cereal.  He was dressed in jeans and a
button-down shirt, his usual attire, except when he was going out of the
house; then Hannibal almost always insisted on loose sweats, "just in
case you become aroused."
 
"Can you get the door?" Hannibal growled, drying his hands and looking
with annoyance at his dirt-smeared shirt.  'Cleaning the stove when a
client is due is a really stupid idea, John.'
 
Face started.  The Master, as Face still thought of him mentally, rarely
spoke to him directly except to correct him.  It took him a moment to
process the request.  The doorbell rang again.
 
"Well?" Hannibal prompted him.
 
"Yes, sir," Face managed.  He stood and turned towards the front door.
 
"Wait," Hannibal ordered.  "Let me see."
 
Face understood that immediately, cryptic though it was.  He faced
Hannibal and smoothed the pants over his hips so that they pulled tight
showing his lack of arousal.
 
"Okay, go ahead.  It's a client, a little early.  Settle her in the
living room.  You remember how to behave?"  Face nodded as the doorbell
rang a third time and Hannibal waved him off and headed up the back
stairs to change clothes.
 
***
 
"So you see, with my brother's cooperation, one of you can pose as my
husband.  But it has to be someone about my late husband's age and, umm,
description," the poised woman in her early forties finished.
 
The woman, Sheila Malloy, needed protection from her family's enemies. 
They had succeeded in killing her husband while aiming at her, but she
and her brother had contrived to keep that fact a secret.  The cartel
trying to eliminate her erroneously believed they could buy off her
brother, an illusion he worked hard to maintain.  Since her husband's
death six months ago she had stayed out of sight, but now she had to
coordinate and attend the family's annual holiday party and her family's
enemies were sure to try to assassinate her again.
 
Hannibal had entered the room to find Mrs. Malloy seated on the sofa,
sipping coffee that Face had apparently provided.  'At least he
remembered something,' Hannibal thought.  Whatever else Face had done had
set Mrs. Malloy at ease, but Hannibal hardly noticed.  After making sure
Face wasn't sporting an erection, he ignored the younger man who had
fallen silent and lowered his eyes at Hannibal's entrance.
 
BA and Murdock had returned from the grocery store a few minutes after
the client had arrived and the four men, Hannibal had found no graceful
way to dismiss Face, were ranged around the living room, although only
Hannibal had spoken to the woman since he had entered and introduced
himself.  
 
"So your enemies don't know what your husband looked like?"
 
"Not exactly.  Derrick wasn't fond of the limelight; most people thought
he was my boy toy and didn't include him in invitations, business or
social."
 
"Well, then," Hannibal smiled, "Take your choice of 'husband', Mrs.
Malloy."  He indicated himself and Murdock.
 
The woman made a moue of disapproval at his cavalier tone.  "Hardly,
Colonel Smith," she said dryly.  
 
"Well, admittedly Sergeant Baracus probably wouldn't fit the bill, but if
no one really knew your husband..."
 
"This isn't a joke," the woman said, now clearly irritated.  "I also said
'boy toy', which has a certain connotation, I believe."  
 
All eyes turned to Face, who had gone pale.  He sat hunched over, staring
at his hands, which were clasped, but held out awkwardly, clearly
avoiding any suggestion that they were near his crotch.
 
"All right, maybe I'm too old, but what's wrong with Captain Murdock?"
Hannibal asked, calling Sheila's attention back to him.
 
"No offense, Captain," Sheila began.
 
Murdock cut her off.  "None taken, ma'am.  Colonel, I'm no 'boy toy', not
even a has-been boy-toy.  Facey's the only one who could ..."
 
"Out of the question," Hannibal snapped.
 
"Then I'm afraid I can't use your services," Sheila snapped back.  "Mr.
Smith - or Colonel Smith, if you prefer - I don't know what your game is,
but at least Mr. Peck here wasn't condescending and actually listened to
what I had to say.  Apparently, Captain Murdock is capable of listening,
too.  Too bad all you can do is talk."  She stood.  "Good day,
gentlemen."
 
"Hannibal." BA spoke for the first time, in a warning growl.  "Please
wait a minute, ma'am, while we ... confer with the Colonel."
 
Face had stood to see Mrs. Malloy out, and Murdock had unfolded himself
from the arm of Face's chair on which he had perched.  Now they both
looked from the woman to BA and then to Hannibal.  Mrs. Malloy also
paused, her hand on the back of the chair Face had been sitting in.  She,
too, looked from BA to Hannibal.
 
BA had been standing between the sofa and Hannibal's chair.  Now he
stepped forward to gaze steadily at his CO.  "Well, Hannibal, let's go
into the office," he suggested, but the growl was still in his voice.
 
Murdock stepped around BA and encouraged Hannibal out of the chair with a
hand at his shoulder.  "Faceman, you want to freshen Mrs. Malloy's coffee
an' maybe offer her some of the coffee ring we bought?" he said over his
shoulder.
 
Hannibal glared at BA and Murdock in turn, even as he allowed himself to
be ushered out of the room.  One hand unconsciously went to his neck in
remembrance of the last time he'd made a mistake that hurt Face.
 
Sheila Malloy stood watching the three men leave. 
 
"Please, sit, Mrs. Malloy," Face suggested mildly.  He smiled hopefully
at her and gestured at the sofa. 
 
She smiled back and complied.  'Always a sucker for a pretty face, aren't
you, Sheila?' she asked herself.
 
Face left the room briefly and returned with the coffee pot and topped
off the coffee cups, although his was almost full.  Returning to pot to
the kitchen, he brought out the coffee ring neatly sliced on a platter. 
He smiled as he offered Mrs. Malloy the cake and sat opposite her again. 
From somewhere in his subconscious he dug up the words to soothe her. 
"BA's bark is worse than his bite," he assured her.  "Don't let him scare
you."
 
"It wasn't Sergeant Baracus I was concerned about, Mr. Peck," Sheila
replied.
 
"Ah." Face took a sip of coffee as he gathered his thoughts.  "The ...
Colonel, then," he said, making a last-second change of title from
'Master'.
 
"Yes.  Is he really a colonel or is it an ... honorary title?" she asked.
 
"No, ma'am, it's real.  He's our commanding officer.  Has been since
'Nam," Face replied without thinking about it.
 
"What's your rank, then?"
 
"My ... rank?" Face stammered.  "I ... I'm a Lieutenant."  A winning
smile came to his face as he donned a mask he hadn't worn in almost two
years.  "Lieutenant Templeton Peck, at your service." He inclined his
head in a casual salute.
 
Murdock stood unnoticed in the entrance to the living room, listening to
the conversation.  'Face, you really are in there, aren't you?' he
thought.  'Now if you can just keep it up in front of the Colonel...'  He
didn't interrupt as Face continued.
 
Face put on his most sincere expression and, with an effort, looked
Sheila directly in the eyes.  "Sheila - may I call you 'Sheila'? - I have
to tell you that if you walk away from the A-Team, you'll be making a
mistake.  The Colonel may rub you the wrong way, but if anyone can find a
solution to your problem, he's the one who can."
 
"You're that sure of him?" she asked, falling under Face's spell.
 
"He sees things in black-and-white sometimes, and he can be a stubborn
man, but I wouldn't want to answer to anyone else.  I've trusted him with
my life for over 20 years and he hasn't let me down yet."  
 
It was Sheila's turn to sip at her coffee as she thought over what Face
had just said.  Murdock recognized the moment to step in.  "Faceman? 
Colonel wants to see you.  I'll keep Mrs. Malloy company and have some of
that cake while you iron out the details."
 
The only way Murdock could explain it was that Face had been a conman so
long he could run a scam even without being conscious of it.  
 
Face flashed a look of total terror at Murdock, but put down his coffee
cup with a steady hand, then stood gracefully.  "I'll be right back,
Sheila," he promised.  "I'm sure you and the Colonel can come to a
mutually agreeable conclusion."  He turned to Murdock and only his eyes
gave him away.  "I'm sure the Captain will be an agreeable companion in
my absence."
 
'Not as agreeable as you, Lieutenant,' Sheila thought.  Aloud she said,
"I'm sure he will be.  And I hope you're right about Colonel Smith - I'd
enjoy spending time with you, on a purely business level, of course."
 
"Of course," Face agreed with a wink and a smile.
 
***
 
"Captain, would you join us for a moment?" Hannibal called through the
open doors.
 
"Please excuse me.  I'll be right back - or someone will," Murdock said,
wishing he didn't sound flustered.  Oh, for the Faceman's glib tongue!
 
To Murdock's trained eye BA barely had his temper under control, Face
looked drained, and Hannibal looked as though he'd been sucking on lemons
for a week. "What's the word, Colonel?" he asked.
 
Hannibal said curtly.  "We'll take the case.  With Face doing the
impersonation.  It won't leave this room, but I want it understood that
this is against my better judgment."
 
BA grunted an acknowledgment and Murdock said, "Understood."
 
Hannibal stood and walked around his desk.  "All right, then.  Let's
brief the client." He walked to the office door and gestured for his Team
to precede him.  
 
BA and Murdock walked through the door, but Face hesitated in the
doorway.  "Colonel," he began, turning towards him. "Hannibal? Thanks for
giving me the chance to prove myself.  I won't let you down."
 
Tentatively Hannibal put a hand on the thin shoulder.  He cleared his
throat.  "I know you'll do your best, Face." He didn't dare say anything
more. But he watched with surprise and admiration as Face straightened
and his best conman mask fell into place before he turned and continued
through the doorway.
 
***
 
The four  men came back into the living room and presented a united front
to their client, the Team deferring to their leader to announce the
decision. "Well, Mrs. Malloy, it appears that we'll be able to
accommodate your constraints and still solve your problem," Hannibal
began.  "Lieutenant Peck will go over the financial arrangements with
you.  Face?"
 
Sheila waved her hand.  "Money isn't an object," she began.
 
"No, ma'am, I'm sure it isn't," Face replied, somehow not seeming to have
interrupted her.  "But there are certain items that will need to be
covered in advance, along with a deposit of, shall we say ten per cent?" 
He dropped gracefully next to her on the couch.  "I've jotted a few
things down to give you the general scope.  Of course you'll get an
itemized receipt for all funds exchanged."
 
"Of course," Sheila said leaning forward and breathing the scent of him
in deeply as he went over the list on his notepad. 
 
Face appeared not to notice that she was closer than she needed to be to
discuss finances.  His shoulder brushed hers as he straightened.  "I beg
your pardon," he said not at all apologetically and not moving an inch. 
"Here, let me show you what I mean by advance expenses."  His breath
brushed her cheek as he spoke, then he turned back to his notes, a hand
supporting her back unobtrusively as she bent over the list.
 
BA put his hand over his mouth to smother a chuckle.  Murdock leaned back
in his chair and grinned.  Hannibal's eyebrows were raised in surprise
for several minutes.  Then he fished in a pocket for a cigar and raised
his eyebrows again as a hand with a lighter appeared in front of him.  He
sighed contentedly.  "I love it when a plan comes together!" At Murdock
and BA's skeptical looks, he added, "Even when it's not my plan."
 
He had a moment of anxiety, however, as the client prepared to leave. 
Afterwards, he wondered if Face hadn't set him up, but he was never quite
sure.
 
"Is that everything?" Sheila asked as Face helped her with her coat.
 
"Pretty much," Face replied, after glancing at Hannibal for confirmation.
 "Except..."
 
"Yes?" Sheila asked, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised in query.
 
"Umm, do you have any dogs?"
 
Hannibal felt his stomach lurch.
 
"Dogs?  Why do you ask?" Sheila said into the silence.
 
Face laughed self-deprecatingly.  "Well, it'll seem silly, I'm sure, but
I have ... a bit of a phobia about dogs.  Large dogs, that is."
 
Sheila smiled.  "Just dogs, not cats?"
 
"Just dogs," Face assured her.
 
"Well, it's an amazing coincidence.  Derrick was allergic to dogs.  So,
no; we have no dogs.  But we do have five purebred cats - Persians,
Siamese, and a Maltese."
 
"I love cats, have a stray that was given to me as a gift, as a matter of
fact," Face said, opening the door.  "No problem, then.  I'll see you the
afternoon of the party."
 
"And come home with me that night."
 
"That's the plan." Face winked at her before he closed the door.
 
***
 
Face showed up at the banquet hall to help set up as planned.  He was
dressed the only way Sheila had ever seen him, in jeans and a shirt. 
Today's shirt was a tastefully muted plaid flannel.  
 
Hannibal, BA, and Murdock, ostensibly part of the rental and catering
crew, were already in attendance.  Hannibal turned to Murdock.  "He does
know it's semiformal, right?  He understands what that means?"
 
Murdock whispered back, "He asked me for money to go shopping.  I think
he knows."
 
Hannibal shook his head.  "I hope so.  You two talked me into this; I
hope you're right and he's up to it."
 
At that moment, Face turned to the "hired help".  "Excuse me, gentlemen,
but I was running late and didn't have time to change.  Could one of you
run out to my car and bring my suit in - it's the white Corvette with the
red trim."  He tossed the keys in their general direction and turned back
to Sheila.  "I hope you like what I chose, darling.  Since you couldn't
get away," he pouted a bit, and the few family friends who had come early
to "help out" chuckled,  "I had to shop by myself."
 
"I'm sure I'll love it," Sheila assured him.  "How about if I help you
get dressed?"
 
***

Part 8

Warnings: References to bestiality and consensual sex. 

Summary: Come In is an eight-part story dealing with Face's forced
indoctrination as a bestiality-focused sex slave and his recovery from
his experiences.  The first three parts focused on the indoctrination
and, therefore, have graphic bestiality in them. The rest of the story 
contains no bestiality at all.  

THIS PART CONTAINS NO GRAPHIC BESTIALITY OR SEX - THERE ARE SCENES WITH
DOGS, BUT NO BESTIALITY OR SEX.


***
 
Having proven himself capable of rejoining the Team officially, Face
resumed his position on the Team.  If he was slightly submissive and less
argumentative than he had been before, only those closest to the Team
noticed.  
 
Murdock and Face were on surveillance duty, working in a park in one of
LA's more affluent suburbs.  It was a beautiful day and both of them were
enjoying the pleasant duty.  People strolled, biked, and roller bladed
by, some of the women flirting mildly with Face.  Murdock smirked,
watching Face preen.  
 
Face noticed Murdock's reaction and, suppressing a shiver of fear, nodded
towards a copse of trees.  
 
Murdock patted Face's hand.  "I can wait for tonight." 
 
Face relaxed and smiled back.  "What if I can't?"  
 
Murdock searched Face's eyes and realized he was joking.  "Well, you'll
just have to control yourself despite my overwhelming presence.  Heads
up, here he comes." 
 
They followed their quarry until he left the park.  As BA and Hannibal
took over the surveillance, Face and Murdock continued their stroll, not
paying too much attention to where they ambled.  Turning a tree lined
corner, they came upon a pair of dog-walkers busy in conversation and
became tangled in the leashes.  
 
Face fought off panic and tried to extricate himself quickly, while
Murdock, his attention on Face, became totally enmeshed in leashes and
barking dogs. To Murdock's horror, one of the larger dogs knocked Face
down and began licking him, while he tried in vain to crawl away. 
Murdock, caught up in at least three leashes and two excited Irish
Setters, couldn't get near his frightened friend.  
 
As the two dog walkers untangled him,  Murdock flashed back to a mission
only a few months before, when, Hannibal's plan having gone awry as
usual, the Team were trapped for several hours in a veterinary hospital. 

 
~~BEGIN FLASHBACK~~
 
Murdock watched Face deteriorate emotionally as time passed.  Their quick
excursions outside found the bad guys still lying in wait for them. 
 
Face managed to stay away from the dogs at first, but after several hours
their excited yelps and barks lured him to them.  Feeling himself
surrendering to his "training", he turned his back to the cages, closed
his eyes tightly, and covered his ears with his hands, whimpering. 
Murdock was walking over to comfort him and lead him away, when a German
shepherd nosed his crotch from behind.  Even then Face tried very hard to
control himself, but, with a cry of release and despair, failed.  
 
Humiliated and defeated, he cried, "I have to get out of here *now*," and
bolted.  
 
Luckily, the men following them had moved on.  BA and Murdock found him
huddled in the back of the van and had worked hard and reverted to sexual
means to convince him they weren't totally disgusted with his lapse. 
Hannibal kept his distance, which was probably just as well, but since
then he hadn't let Face take any cases where he would be on his own.  
 
~~END FLASHBACK~~
 
When the dog-walkers managed to get their dogs under control, Murdock
quickly rushed to help Face up, shielding him from their eyes, and
mumbled, "My friend here was attacked by a guard dog a couple of weeks
ago," to explain his behavior and hurry them on their way.  
 
They left quickly calling apologies which Murdock waved off.  Then he
turned to Face, asking, "Are you okay?" 
 
Face was trembling and pale but, brushing himself off, discovered he'd
neither lost control nor was even aroused.  He laughed shakily. "Yeah. 
Surprisingly enough I am okay."  
 
Murdock followed his eyes to Face's flat, dry crotch, then gave him a
grin and a quick hug before they continued on their way.  "You know," he
drawled, "I'll have to do something about that when we get home - make
sure you're really all right, so I can report with confidence to the
Colonel."
 
Face grinned back.  "Probably a good idea, Captain.  Make sure all the
equipment is in good working order."