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This is the second part and the disturbing conclusion to Lavender's Tale.

Lavender is a sassy, popular, independent, exotic dancer, who doesn't take abuse from anyone. So when one club manager tries to take advantage, she walks out. Unfortunately, the club runs a female slavery ring... so Lavender disappears. In the first part, Lavender falls into the depths of slavery -- where the best she can expect is for all humanity and free will is stripped away. Now, discover what happens next ...


He had locked me in this ‘supercage’, as I called it, a contraption with thick steel bars. He made me lie in it when he took me from Al’s basement where Al paid me back for sassing him in his own place and telling him to go fuck himself. It had a shelf where I could lay my top half and bands at all four corners inside which closed automatically and held my wrists and ankles so tight I could hardly move.
There was a band that went around my neck too, keeping my head prisoner, and one each for my boobs, keeping me from moving my torso from side to side. A leather prong mounted on the inside of the front of the cage went deep into my mouth silencing me and adding to my sense of total imprisonment. In the back, there were dildos that went into my private places. The cage was a kind of computer and could be programmed to fuck me or even deliver intense, painful electric shocks in my nether holes.
Saito, he called me his fuck toy, kept me, for weeks, locked up in it all the time. When he wasn’t whipping me or fucking me, he kept me in this tiny cabinet in total darkness. I was kept there for many, many hours between the times I was allowed outside. The darkness and isolation scared the shit out of me. It was like some horrible nightmare come true. The way he had the supercage configured, he didn’t even have to take me out of it to fuck me, feed me, whip me or have me empty my wastes. I became afraid that he was going to keep me like that forever.
And then came the bait. He starts talking how being a fuck dog is better than a fuck toy. How if I was a fuck dog, I could get out of my cage....

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My night was spent in a torrent of bliss. Saito had programmed the machine to fuck me to orgasm several times during the long interval between when he placed me in the cabinet and when I was finally retrieved the next morning. They were long, leisurely fucks, varying between exciting my vibrating quim to stroking my tingling rear entrance. The machine would give me an hour or more respite and then recommence a slow, but steady build up to my completion of lust. In between, when I was not dozing in a satisfied haze, I thought of the fact that I had finally earned the elevation in status for which I had yearned for a long time. What it would bring me, I didn’t know, but it had to be better than being bound to this steel monstrosity, or so I thought.
As I waited for my next session of ‘fuck the fuck toy’, I wondered how long I had been Saito’s prisoner. I thought maybe that it was about four weeks, but it could have been much more. My memory was hazy and I never really knew how long I was literally kept in the dark. Except for my brief forays into the main house, I was totally ignorant of whether it was light or dark outside. I thought about how far he had taken me in that time. I guess it doesn’t really take that long to break somebody. I was living proof. If you made the ordeal intense enough, if you continually held out the bait of better treatment, if you dominated all of someone’s senses and every aspect of their being, it didn’t take long at all.
When I heard my cabinet door being unlatched, excitement swelled within me. I was surprised, when it opened, to see both Saito and Linda there. They were both dressed in pale green medical type clothing, right down to hairnets and little coverings over their feet. It was not what I had been expecting at all.
They rolled me out into the room. I was thirsty and hungry from my long tenure in my little prison, but they did not give me anything to eat or drink. The top and rear of my cage were removed and, after they let me pee, a small object pierced my anal ring. It was the approximate size of a finger. Immediately thereafter, I felt some kind of liquid being injected into my ass. It was cool and immediately brought a soft numbness to the tissue back there.
Saito was crouching at the front of my cage, watching me carefully. Linda came around and I saw that she had some kind of needleless syringe in her hand.
“Good morning, little fuck toy,” she said pleasantly. “I’ve given you something that will relax you a little bit. Today’s the day that you will become a fuck dog and there’s a whole lot we have to do. Just let the medicine take effect and everything will be fine.”
I was perplexed at what the woman meant. It was then I realized that she and Saito were going to do something to me, something that they needed me to be compliant and physically helpless for. The import of their dress came immediately home to me. They were dressed in surgical clothes. They were going to do some kind of operation!
I immediately began to struggle and moan in my little cage. My eyes widened pleadingly. Whatever they were going to do, I wanted no part of it. The hopelessness of my captivity and the utter cruelty and callousness of my captors apparently knew no bounds. My stomach tightened and my heart started to pound in my chest.
The pair of them just stayed there watching me intently for the longest time. Every once in a while they would say something to each other in Japanese. After a while, the drug that Linda had administered to me through my anus started to take effect. My whole body seemed to become heavy and inert. My mind started to cloud over. When they saw that I was becoming sedated, they stood and began to roll my cage towards the door that led to the house.
If you are squeamish or faint of heart, you should stop reading right here. What was to happen to me next is something that you would not believe that two people, no matter how depraved and evil they might be, would inflict on another human being. You might not even believe it to be true. I can’t help that. I have been struggling to tell things just as they were and for me to hold back now would render my tale incomplete. If you have the courage and the fortitude to bear witness to extreme human suffering, then gird yourself and read on.
I was drowsy and barely aware of what was going on around me as they wheeled my cage from my room and along the gallery that ran above the living room. When we reached the bedroom area, near where my feeble escape attempt had come to naught, they brought my cage in front of what appeared to be a door. It looked like a door, but had no doorknob on it. It did have one of those control panels that decorated all the other doors I had seen. While Linda peered down into my cage to see how I was doing, Saito keyed in some numbers into the pad and the door slid open. It was an elevator. The interior walls were lined with shiny steel. My cage was pulled inside, the door closed, and we began a slow descent.
I could see my reflection in the wall in front of me. It was the first time that I had gotten a glimpse of myself inside what had been my home for a long time. I cringed at the grotesque figure that I saw there. Was I really that creature with a bald head and two little mounds of reddish hair on either side? The cruelty of my confinement made me sick. I started to cry. As the elevator sank to the floor below, Linda, apparently sensing, or, perhaps, anticipating my distress, leaned down and rubbed my head.
“Don’t worry, little one,” she said in a soothing voice. “Everything will be all right. You’ll see. You’re going to be the best fuck dog we’ve ever had, I just know it.”
At that moment, becoming a fuck dog was the last thing I wanted. To put it mildly, it had lost all allure. I would have preferred being locked into my little closet with the prongs in my lower body giving me painful, excruciating shocks. I tried to murmur something, I don’t remember what, but it emerged from my gagged lips as an indecipherable moan.
The elevator reached the lower floor and stopped with a small jolt. The door opened and my cage was wheeled out. We went down a long hallway and approached another solid, locked door. Saito punched in the proper numbers and the door opened.
What I saw was a well lit room tiled in yellow. In the middle of the room was a long, silvery, metal table with straps dangling off of both sides. Over the table was a huge lamp. Behind it was what looked like some medical equipment. Despite my sedation, I started to panic.
Linda removed the top, rear and sides to my cage while Saito went over to a counter that ran the length of one wall. By the time that my body was exposed, he had returned with another syringe. He held it up to the light, flicked it twice with his finger and then pushed the end slightly until a little liquid spurted from the top.
I knew that he was going to give me a shot and that once he did, it would be all over. I couldn’t imagine what they had planned for me, but I knew that it would be awful. I tried to shake my cage, pull at my bindings, scream a protest, but my body just wouldn’t respond the way I wanted it to. And if I couldn’t free myself from my cage while I had all my faculties, what chance did I have of doing it then?
Saito came around to the rear of the cage and I felt a jab in my ass. The shot hurt and I immediately felt a dulling of my muscles in my rear. He and Linda stood back and watched me as the new drug took effect. I felt a rush of laziness pass through me and my mind clouded over in a not unpleasant way. They waited just a few more minutes. Linda seemed to be assembling some sort of surgical equipment. Then Saito released the front of my cage. I felt the penis-like prong slip from my mouth. The bindings around my ankles, wrists, breasts and neck opened. I started to squirm, desperate to get away now that my body was freed from its confinements, but I had as much chance of doing that as a fly has escaping from a spider’s web.
The two of them leaned down and took hold of my body. I was lifted into the air and brought to the cool, hard table. My body was lowered down onto it. They had had no trouble carrying me. I was small compared to their fit, muscular, tall frames. I tried to wriggle away, but I was quickly rolled to my back. I felt a belt go over my waist and be pulled tight. Immediately thereafter, one went around my thighs and then my chest. My arms were extended and strapped down, palms up, to armrests that were extended from the sides of the table.
My mouth was free and I didn’t care whether my collar zapped me or not. I tried to moan protestations and pleas. They came out slurred and unintelligible. The collar was apparently turned off and I was not punished. One final strap was pulled over my ankles and I was trapped firmly in place.
While Linda went over to a sink and started to scrub her hands, Saito mounted a clear bag of some kind of fluid on a hook above me. He connected a hose to it. He then brushed the crook of my right arm with a cotton pad covered in alcohol. After that, he tied a rubber tube over my upper arm, blocking my circulation. He waited a moment and then, after tapping the vein that bulged there, inserted a needle into it. He then connected the hose from the bag to the needle.
Linda had returned. She was holding her freshly scrubbed hands up in front of her. Saito took some rubber gloves and pulled them down over them, snapping them into place. A surgical mask was tied behind Linda’s neck but not yet covering her face. She leaned over and looked at me dispassionately and said something to Saito in Japanese. Saito then went and took his turn at the sink while she watched over me. I was still squirming moderately.
My body was immobile, but my mind was going a million miles an hour. I prayed and prayed that this was not really happening to me, that it was part of some nightmare, that I was still asleep in my little cabinet waiting to be awakened and released. My body felt like lead and I was unable to make any appreciable struggle against the bonds that held me to the operating room table like some ancient sacrifice. I was murmuring soft, desperate pleas to her not to hurt me. I doubt whether any of them emerged as intelligible statements. Tears were flowing like streams from my eyes. I was so frightened that, in spite of the double dose of sedation they had given me, I could feel my muscles quivering and shaking.
Saito came back and Linda helped him put on his gloves. He then moved to the bag of fluid dangling above me while Linda leaned over and said in her sickly, sweet voice, “We’re going to put you to sleep now, little fuck toy. When you wake up you will be our little fuck dog. Just relax now and let the drug take effect.” She turned to Saito and nodded. I sensed a flow begin into my arm from the needle. I was in the middle of a plea for mercy when the lights went out.

***

When I awoke, my head was full of cotton and it felt like my body had gone through a wringer. I was no longer in the operating room, but was in some kind of hospital bed. My body was strapped in, my arms and legs were strapped down. Linda was leaning over the bed, peering at me. “Wake up little fuck dog,” she said to me. “Come awake now,” she said sweetly.
I struggled to consciousness. I felt a terrible aching in my legs and in my hands. There was a stabbing type pain in my throat. An intravenous bag dangled at the edge of my bed above me. The room was white and windowless. I looked and saw that my hands were wrapped in gauze. I tried to look down at my feet to see what was going on down there, but when I tried to raise my head, I became dizzy and nauseous.
“Just relax, little fuck dog,” Linda said in her false, friendly voice. “You’re going to feel some pain in your hands, your legs and your throat, but as soon as I’m sure that you’ve come out of the anesthesia, I’ll give you some Demerol through the intravenous line. It’ll put you out for a little while. When you’re ready a little later, I’ll tell you about all the wonderful things that we’ve done. Everything went perfectly fine.”
As I started to come out of my drug haze, I started to cry. I didn’t know what they had done, but I knew that it was something terrible or Linda would have told me right away. I wanted to say something, but my throat felt all clogged up.
“There, there, now little fuck dog,” Linda said. “No talking allowed.”
She took a seat by my bed and started to read some kind of journal or something. I just lay there in my misery, floating through my druggy haze. After about a half hour, the woman got up again and took another look at me. My legs and hands were starting to hurt horribly and I had begun a low moan.
She checked my eyes by raising my eyelids and then patted my cheeks to see if my color had come back. She seemed satisfied.
Turning to the intravenous bag, she turned a flange on it and the liquid started to drip into my vein. A wave of relief passed through me and the pain in my hands and legs started to numb almost right away. Linda went over to the side of the room and brought back a black balloon-like object similar to the one that Saito had put in my mouth back at Al’s. I didn’t want anything to do with it, but I didn’t have the strength to resist as she forced it into my mouth. When it was seated there, she pumped it up using the little bladder attached to it until my mouth filled.
“We don’t want you to try and talk for a while,” she said. After she detached the hose from the gag and put it and the bladder away, she came back over to the bed.
“I’m going to leave you alone now, fuck dog. There’s a little TV camera up there on the ceiling so we’ll be able to keep an eye on you and there’s a monitor attached to your chest that will keep us apprised of your vital signs. If there are any problems, I’ll be back down in a jiffy. You just try and sleep now. That’s the best thing you can do.”
She patted me on the head and left the room. Like all the other doors, this one had a key pad lock so that even if I were able to manage getting out of my bed, I would not be able to leave the room anyway.
The Demerol put me right asleep as soon as the cruel woman left. I remember waking up from time to time, struggling with the straps that held me in place and then passing out again from the effort.
There was, to my surprise, a television mounted up in the corner of the ceiling. It flickered on at one point and some silly cartoons began to play. I kept on waking up and falling asleep. I remembered a Tom and Jerry cartoon and a Road Runner. Some of them I didn’t recognize. But all of them had a dog character in them at one point or another. I never got to see a full one because I never stayed conscious long enough.
Saito came into the room at one point to check on me. He looked at my hands and then raised my bedclothes up to look at my legs. I was both afraid and anxious to know what they had done to me. My feet felt funny and I couldn’t wiggle my fingers. Saito put a hose through the tube in the middle of my gag and fed me some water, just a little bit. He looked at my throat and then left.
This routine continued for a while. The next time Linda came down she piggybacked a saline solution to the bag containing the Demerol. “Just some sugar and some antibiotics,” she told me. She too, looked at my bandages, took my temperature, and then left.
They kept me sedated for a long time. Every few hours, it seemed, one of them came down to check on me. I was not allowed out of the bed and they kept the gag in my mouth. I was strapped down firmly. I couldn’t even move my arms.
Finally, both Saito and Linda came down at the same time. They stood on either side of my bed. They must have lightened the Demerol because I remember being a bit more conscious than I had the other times. I was dully watching some anime movie about a giant space bug invading Japan when they came in. The hero of the movie, of course, had a dog.
Linda released one of my hands from the straps and started to unwind the bandage.
“Now, I’m going to tell you what we’ve done. It’s going to seem cruel to you, but you have to understand that if you’re going to be a good fuck dog, it was all necessary. Let me start with your hands.” She took off the bandage and showed my right hand to me.
For a moment I could not fathom what I was seeing. My hand was smaller somehow than it had been. Then I realized that I had no pinky or thumb and that the remaining three fingers and been cut off down below the knuckle. I started to scream through my gag. “Oh my god!” I thought madly. “What have they done to me? Oh my god! Oh my god!”
Linda let me have a few moments to take in the enormity of their cruelty and then she spoke. “You know very well that dogs don’t have fingers, fuck dog,” she said. “So we had to take them off. And they certainly don’t have thumbs or pinkies. You can’t be a fuck dog if you have them.”
I moaned with despair. They had ruined me! I was now a deformed monster. Even if I escaped from them, I would live with what they had done to me forever. But I still hadn’t been told the worst part.
My torso had been strapped down so that I couldn’t look at my legs. I knew they had done something down there and I feared the worst. When Saito lifted the blanket off of my body, I saw that the worst had come true.
My eyes drifted down my slender, pale thighs to my knees. As I looked, I realized that there was nothing underneath my thighs. They had amputated my legs at the knee. I didn’t even cry out. I just collapsed in misery.
“You’ve gotten really good at walking around on all fours, fuck dog,” Linda said, “but we couldn’t have you dragging those feet around all the time. It just wasn’t dog-like. Now when you walk on all fours, you’ll look just like a dog. You won’t have to pretend anymore. Isn’t that wonderful? Saito is really pleased. Besides, we wouldn’t want to have a repeat of the other day when you tried to run away. This is much, much better.”
A wave of agony flooded my being. A moan started down deep in my chest and grew and grew and grew until it was a loud rumble behind my gag. My body thrashed and convulsed in my bed. I wanted to get up and tear to shreds the two monsters that had so cruelly maimed me. What they had done was worst than I had ever imagined would happen to me, even during the darkest moments as their prisoner.
“I’m going to bring your Demerol dosage back up so that you can calm yourself down, fuck dog,” Linda said. “When you’re calm, I have to clean your bandages and I’m going to give your legs and what’s left of your fingers some injections that will help kill the exposed nerve endings. In a few days, we’ll be able to get you started walking again.”
She stepped to the side of the bed and gave the flange on the tube leading from the Demerol bag a little twist. Within a minute, my muscles had turned soft and my mind had grown hazy once again. I passed out looking at the smiling faces of my tormentors.
I woke partially a while later. Saito was busy replacing the bandages on my truncated legs. Linda was giving the ends of my finger stubs little squirts from a syringe. I passed out and when I awoke again, I was alone. The television was on. The cartoons were gone and what was showing was a video of some dogs frolicking in a park. There was the sound of dogs barking amidst a rolling record of what fun it was to be a dog. I cried silently and tried to turn my head away. I could shut my eyes, but I could not shut my ears.
They kept me in bed for a long time. The Demerol dosages kept getting lighter and lighter and the pain from my amputations started to lesson. I was, all the time, in a deep funk, as you can imagine. The psychological damage these people had done to me was immense. Now that I had been cruelly disfigured and maimed, I realized that I never wanted to be free again. I never wanted to have people see me like I was now. My life was over and I knew it. I just wanted to die.
Linda and Saito seemed to be taking turns coming down to see me, change my bandages and give me my injections. They never talked about what they did to my throat and I was afraid to find out. They fed and watered me through the tube in my mouth and took away all of my wastes with a bed pan. Frankly, eating and drinking was the last thing I wanted to do, but there was no way for me to stop them. The television, my only distraction, went back to mostly cartoons, but mixed in between were videos of dogs at play, dogs fucking dogs, dogs chasing animals, dogs being petted by and playing with their masters, dogs eating from bowls. I guess the idea was to show me what dog life was all about.
Finally, one time, they came down together. When they had finished attending to my needs, after disconnecting me from my intravenous feeds, they unstrapped me from the bed. There were still large bandages over my hands and on the ends of my legs. Saito picked me up and set me down on the floor. Lying there, I looked up at him with hatred. If they believed I was going to perform for them, I thought, they had another thing coming. Then I see that he has the zapper in his hand. The silver collar is still around my neck. The last thing I want after going through all my physical and mental agony is to get zapped. Tears came to my eyes.
“Up,” was all he said. I looked at him forlornly. “Please don’t make me do this,” my eyes begged. They still hadn’t taken the rubber gag out of my mouth so I couldn’t speak. Saito looked at me sternly. He pressed the button on the zapper and a circle of pain formed around my neck. I collapsed to the floor and writhed from the pain. When it stopped, I looked up at him again, sobbing.
“Up,” he said.
Unhappily, I struggled to all fours. The pain in my hands and legs was excruciating. It felt bizarre to be balanced on the ends of my foreshortened legs. I swayed as I tried not to collapse from the pain and the humiliation of having been made into the simulacrum of an animal. If you talk about the worst moments of your life, I bet you can’t think of a worse moment than this. Believe me, if there was a single thing I could have done to help myself, I would have done it. Yes, I could have resisted. I could have practiced some kind of passive disobedience, but what would it have gotten me? Pain and more pain. I had suffered enough pain. And my unhappiness at what had been done to me was so overwhelming, there wasn’t room for any more suffering. And so, if I wanted to avoid pain, I had to obey.
“Walk,” Saito said. He and Linda were towering over me. The floor of my little hospital room, unlike the operating table which had tiles and a floor drain under it, was covered with a thick, brown rug. That and the bandages on my hands and my truncated legs eased somewhat the pain of putting pressure on them. I awkwardly and hesitatingly moved forward. The pain in my hands was intense, but the pain in my legs was almost paralyzing. I was sobbing as I moved one limb at a time, my right hand first and then my left leg, my left hand and then my left leg. After a few steps, the pain became too much and I tottered over, collapsing into a ball of intense misery.
“Ohhhhh!” Linda called out, “poor little fuck dog.” She leaned over and stroked my shoulders and back. “Let’s get you back up into bed. That’s enough for your first try. You’ll do better, I promise.”
With Saito’s assistance, Linda lifted me from the floor and placed me back into the bed. I was sweating and my chest was heaving from my exertion. She strapped me in and gave me a little kiss on my forehead. “Don’t worry, fuck dog, you’ll do better next time. And I have something I can put on your legs as soon as the swelling goes down a little more to make it easier.”
She reconnected the intravenous drips and increased the flow of the Demerol. “That should make you feel better, little doggy. I’ll come back in a few hours and give you your food.”
With that they left.
After that, each time they came down, they would make me walk. I went from a few, unsteady steps to four or five more stable ones. It still hurt like hell. After a while, Linda applied this boot-like thing to my stumps. When I went to walk on them, it was a lot easier. The boots had cushions on the inside to ease the pressure on the ends of my legs. The next time they came down, they had me walk all the way down the hall outside my room and back. I was crying uncontrollably the whole time.
About this time, their sexual use of me began anew. My interest in sex, as you can imagine, waned considerably in the days after my surgery. I guess that they stopped putting the stuff that made me so horny in my food. But, after I had shown I could walk more than just a few steps, they must have started it again. As I sat in the bed during the long periods between when they came down to take care of me, I started to get the urge to have my pussy stuffed. I would squirm my hips on the bed and strain at my strapped down hands, trying to deny my need. When Saito or Linda put their hands on my legs to change my bandages, the heat of their touch traveled up my leg right to my cunt. After a day or two of existing on a razor’s edge of sexual need, when Saito came down, after he had changed my bandages, he spread my little legs apart and started to stroke my quim. I tried to pull my hips back to withdraw it from his reach, but there was nowhere to go. He soon had me panting and wanting him to take me to completion. His hand just kept going and going and going in his expert way. Saito really knew his way around a cunt. I fought off the urge as long as I could. When he said, “Come now. Come for master,” I just exploded. All those days of denial just poured through my quim. I shuddered and quaked in my bed. I leaned my head back and let the pleasure wash over me.
From then on, every time one of them came down, they stroked me to orgasm, sometimes more than one. It was on the third day that I had made it all the way down the long hall outside my room and back that Saito gave me my first doggy fuck. He caressed my dangling breasts as I stood, I can’t really say knelt because I didn’t have knees anymore, on all fours. He let his hands caress my body, all along my back, down my thighs, over my rump. He was wearing one of his kimonos. I knew what he was going to do before he did it. I trembled while he removed his kimono and tossed it aside. My pussy was wet and hungry before he even addressed his thick, hard cock to it. When he slid it home, I gave out a deep sigh. My whole body welcomed his invasion. He took his time riding me, slowly drawing his cock back and forth, letting it rub against my clit. He held me up a little bit with his arms folded across my belly to take the pressure off of my legs. I moaned and groaned through the ever present balloon gag as he fucked me. “This is how a doggie fucks,” I thought to myself. I had collapsed to my elbows and my forehead was on the floor. I cursed myself for letting my lust overwhelm me. He went on and on, driving me higher and higher into passion. I was waiting urgently for permission to come.
As his cock began to throb and dance inside me, he groaned the magic words. I fucked him back with all my might. The waves of pleasure that my pussy generated flowed all through my body. I moaned and jerked as I came.
The next time they came down together, Linda announced that it was time for me to get out of bed permanently. The pain in my legs and hands had faded into dull aches when I walked. The shots that they had been giving me had begun to block all feelings in my fingers and legs. When I was placed on the floor, Saito placed my collar back on me and attached a leash to it. They guided me from the room, going slowly so as to not cause me too much pain. We went into the hall to a door opposite the operating room. Saito keyed in the code and opened it. When I entered, I saw a large room with off white walls and a thick, dark blue rug. There were large, cloth covered pillows strewn around it. In the corner was a large wicker doggie bed with a thick, soft, round mattress inside it. In the opposite corner was a small cage, not like the one that had held me prisoner so long, but a regular, rectangular one with thin steel bars. It was about four feet long, three feet wide and two feet high. It had soft padding on its floor.
I realized at once that this was my new home. There was a television set along one wall. In the corner across from the doggie bed was bathroom containing a tub like the one in my previous room, a bidet and what is often called a Turkish toilet, a small, round hole in the floor. There was a little lever on the side for flushing. A small post stood there covered with what looked like tissue paper. There was even a little water fountain low enough so that I could reach it on all fours.
“This is where you’ll be staying,” Linda said to me, her voice sounding magnanimous. “We’ll have a lot of fun down here. And when you’ve been good, we’ll let you upstairs for a while so you can look out the window and be with us. Won’t that be nice?”
Seeing the room like that reminded me of the permanency of what they had done to me. I didn’t feel like celebrating at all. I kind of limped into the room. Saito released my leash from my collar. “Good fuck dog,” he said, brushing my head with his hand. “Saito have something special for you.” He took an object out of the pocket of his kimono. “Sit,” he ordered.
Cringing at the dog like nature of his command, but not wanting to prompt discipline, I let my legs, or what was left of them, slide under me and I sat my rump on the rug. I placed my truncated hands in between my legs for balance, causing my torso to lean forward slightly. I looked up at him nervously. His ‘gifts’ had not generally turned out to be benign. Linda was standing next to him, beaming. He opened his hand and showed me what he had taken from his pocket. It was a bright, golden colored, oval, brass disk. On it was some writing in formalized script. It was my name, Lavender.
“Fuck dog have name now,” Saito said. “Your name ‘Lavender’.”
My face must have collapsed right there in front of them. I could see their amusement in their eyes. I had gone all through the torments they could devise, had humiliated and debased myself, had suffered grievous injury to my body, just to earn my own name back. And now, rather than being the name of a person, it was the name of a pet. It was almost comic, one of those strange stories you read in spooky comic books. If they had gone out purposely to destroy my personality, and, when you think of it, that’s exactly what they had aimed to do, they had done a good job. There was a vast chasm between the Lavender I used to be and the Lavender I was now, between the Lavender who gave $500.00 blow jobs and danced men’s money right out of their pockets, and the fuck animal they had made me into. All I had in common with that conceited, manipulative woman was her name and her twat.
Saito crouched down and clipped the medallion to my collar, making it official. Tears were streaming down my face. What else could they do to me now, I thought. I had another surprise coming.
After he pinned the name tag on me, both he and Linda, who had crouched down next to him, petted my nearly bald head. I raised my deformed hands and tried to push them away, but they easily fended me off.
“There, there, now Lavender,” Linda said, “Lavender is a pretty name. You’ll come to like it, I promise.”
“You be good fuck doggie,” Saito said. He pulled my arm away from my body and said, “I take out gag now.”
The balloon in my mouth hissed as he let the air out of it. I was happy to get rid of the thing. I stretched and exercised my mouth to make sure everything inside was working. Both Linda and Saito were looking at me expectantly. I felt a stab of fear. Something was up. I started to cry again. Saito and Linda stood up. Saito took the zapper out of his kimono pocket and pointed it at me. “Speak,” he ordered.
I was astounded at his command. All this time, they were doing their utmost to keep me silent and now he wanted me to speak! I didn’t know what to say. I looked at him pleadingly.
“It’s all right Lavender,” Linda said. “Speak. Go ahead.”
A thousand things to say ran through my head. Where should I start? How about calling them cruel, nasty motherfuckers? That would have been appropriate but, I thought, certain to bring down Saito’s wrath on me. I decided to beg for my freedom.
“Please…” I started to say. What came out of my mouth was a dog’s bark. I couldn’t believe it. Had they done something to my brain? I tried again. “Ple…” was all I got out. What emerged was a high pitched, “Yarp!”
I tried it again. “Yarp!” And again, “Yarp!” I looked at them miserably. What had they done to me? Panicked, I tried to ask them. “Yarp! Yarp!”
They were both smiling broadly. “Oh,” Linda exclaimed, “that’s so cute! It works perfectly!”
A wave of misery flowing through me, I pleaded with my eyes for an explanation.
“Saito is a genius with electronics,” Linda said suppressing a laugh. “He made this little gizmo that I attached to your vocal chords after trimming them down a bit. Now, every time you try to talk, the gizmo will make a barking sound. Just like that.” She turned to Saito. “It sounds so realistic, like she’s really barking!”
Saito just grinned. He pointed the zapper at me again. “Speak,” he ordered.
It was the last thing I wanted to do. I would have rather died. He pressed the zapper down and my throat constricted in pain. My bundled hands flew to my neck and I collapsed on the floor. When he relented, he ordered me again. “Speak!”
I shook my head ‘no’, and then buried it under my hands. He zapped me again, this time longer and harder. I writhed and contorted on the floor, my little legs flying about. I was screeching and bawling. When the zapper stopped, I looked up at him and sought some mercy in his face. All I saw was the stern face of a resolute, callous master. “Speak!” he commanded.
I had had enough pain. I made a small sound from my throat and an equally small, “Yarp!” came out.
“Louder,” he said.
Giving up all hope that I would be spared further humiliation, I let my voice fly. “YARP!” I uttered, and collapsed to cry again.
Saito and Linda laughed. Linda then crouched down and started to pet me. “Oh, poor Lavender. Don’t worry. It’s very cute. You said you wanted to be a fuck dog, remember. We have it on tape. I can play it for you if you want. Now you sound just like one.”
Needless to say, her words were no consolation. If it had been possible to will myself to shrink into a little ball and disappear, I would have done it right then.
“You’ve had enough for one day, Lavender,” Linda said. “I think you should sleep in your little cage tonight until you get used to your new surroundings. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. Tomorrow, you can have a nice breakfast and then we’ll fuck, okay?”
No, it wasn’t okay. But what was I to do? I knew that tomorrow, whatever that might mean in my windowless cell, I would succumb to her ministrations just like I had every other time before. I would suck her cunt or Saito’s cock, or do anything else they wanted me to do. I was their fuck dog now. It was all I was good for.
“Up,” Saito spat out. There was no consoling tone, even a false one like Linda’s, to his voice. Only the voice of a master speaking to his dog.
I managed to push myself to my four paws, for that’s what they were now. I couldn’t call them hands, because I didn’t have any fingers, to speak of anyway. And my lower limbs, I couldn’t call them legs since I had no feet. Linda walked over to the steel cage and opened the door. It had a simple little latch, easy enough to work if you had fingers. I knew that I could never open it now. Slowly, I crept over to my new, steel home. Filled with misery, I slithered myself inside. There was just enough room for me to lie down. From my head to the end of my little legs I was now no more than four feet tall, less even. Linda closed the cage behind me.
“We’ll leave a little light on for you, Lavender,” she said. “Since you’ve been so good.”


Excerpt..

My night was spent in a torrent of bliss. Saito had programmed the machine to fuck me to orgasm several times during the long interval
between when he placed me in the cabinet and when I was finally retrieved the next morning. They were long, leisurely fucks, varying
between exciting my vibrating quim to stroking my tingling rear entrance. The machine would give me an hour or more respite and then
recommence a slow, but steady build up to my completion of lust. In between, when I was not dozing in a satisfied haze, I thought of the
fact that I had finally earned the elevation in status for which I had yearned for a long time. What it would bring me, I didn’t know, but
it had to be better than being bound to this steel monstrosity, or so I thought.

As I waited for my next session of ‘fuck the fuck toy’, I wondered how long I had been Saito’s prisoner. I thought maybe that it was
about four weeks, but it could have been much more. My memory was hazy and I never really knew how long I was literally kept in the dark.
Except for my brief forays into the main house, I was totally ignorant of whether it was light or dark outside. I thought about how far he
had taken me in that time. I guess it doesn’t really take that long to break somebody. I was living proof. If you made the ordeal intense
enough, if you continually held out the bait of better treatment, if you dominated all of someone’s senses and every aspect of their being,
it didn’t take long at all.

When I heard my cabinet door being unlatched, excitement swelled within me. I was surprised, when it opened, to see both Saito and
Linda there. They were both dressed in pale green medical type clothing, right down to hairnets and little coverings over their feet. It
was not what I had been expecting at all.

They rolled me out into the room. I was thirsty and hungry from my long tenure in my little prison, but they did not give me
anything to eat or drink. The top and rear of my cage were removed and, after they let me pee, a small object pierced my anal ring. It was
the approximate size of a finger. Immediately thereafter, I felt some kind of liquid being injected into my ass. It was cool and
immediately brought a soft numbness to the tissue back there.

Saito was crouching at the front of my cage, watching me carefully. Linda came around and I saw that she had some kind of needleless
syringe in her hand.

“Good morning, little fuck toy,” she said pleasantly. “I’ve given you something that will relax you a little bit. Today’s the day
that you will become a fuck dog and there’s a whole lot we have to do. Just let the medicine take effect and everything will be fine.” />
I was perplexed at what the woman meant. It was then I realized that she and Saito were going to do something to me, something that
they needed me to be compliant and physically helpless for. The import of their dress came immediately home to me. They were dressed in
surgical clothes. They were going to do some kind of operation!

I immediately began to struggle and moan in my little cage. My eyes widened pleadingly. Whatever they were going to do, I wanted no
part of it. The hopelessness of my captivity and the utter cruelty and callousness of my captors apparently knew no bounds. My stomach
tightened and my heart started to pound in my chest.

The pair of them just stayed there watching me intently for the longest time. Every once in a while they would say something to each
other in Japanese. After a while, the drug that Linda had administered to me through my anus started to take effect. My whole body seemed
to become heavy and inert. My mind started to cloud over. When they saw that I was becoming sedated, they stood and began to roll my cage
towards the door that led to the house.

If you are squeamish or faint of heart, you should stop reading right here. What was to happen to me next is something that you would
not believe that two people, no matter how depraved and evil they might be, would inflict on another human being. You might not even
believe it to be true. I can’t help that. I have been struggling to tell things just as they were and for me to hold back now would render
my tale incomplete. If you have the courage and the fortitude to bear witness to extreme human suffering, then gird yourself and read
on.

I was drowsy and barely aware of what was going on around me as they wheeled my cage from my room and along the gallery that ran above
the living room. When we reached the bedroom area, near where my feeble escape attempt had come to naught, they brought my cage in front of
what appeared to be a door. It looked like a door, but had no doorknob on it. It did have one of those control panels that decorated all
the other doors I had seen. While Linda peered down into my cage to see how I was doing, Saito keyed in some numbers into the pad and the
door slid open. It was an elevator. The interior walls were lined with shiny steel. My cage was pulled inside, the door closed, and we
began a slow descent.

I could see my reflection in the wall in front of me. It was the first time that I had gotten a glimpse of myself inside what had
been my home for a long time. I cringed at the grotesque figure that I saw there. Was I really that creature with a bald head and two
little mounds of reddish hair on either side? The cruelty of my confinement made me sick. I started to cry. As the elevator sank to the
floor below, Linda, apparently sensing, or, perhaps, anticipating my distress, leaned down and rubbed my head.

“Don’t worry, little one,” she said in a soothing voice. “Everything will be all right. You’ll see. You’re going to be the best
fuck dog we’ve ever had, I just know it.”

At that moment, becoming a fuck dog was the last thing I wanted. To put it mildly, it had lost all allure. I would have preferred
being locked into my little closet with the prongs in my lower body giving me painful, excruciating shocks. I tried to murmur something, I
don’t remember what, but it emerged from my gagged lips as an indecipherable moan.

The elevator reached the lower floor and stopped with a small jolt. The door opened and my cage was wheeled out. We went down a long
hallway and approached another solid, locked door. Saito punched in the proper numbers and the door opened.

What I saw was a well lit room tiled in yellow. In the middle of the room was a long, silvery, metal table with straps dangling off
of both sides. Over the table was a huge lamp. Behind it was what looked like some medical equipment. Despite my sedation, I started to
panic.

Linda removed the top, rear and sides to my cage while Saito went over to a counter that ran the length of one wall. By the time that
my body was exposed, he had returned with another syringe. He held it up to the light, flicked it twice with his finger and then pushed the
end slightly until a little liquid spurted from the top.

I knew that he was going to give me a shot and that once he did, it would be all over. I couldn’t imagine what they had planned for
me, but I knew that it would be awful. I tried to shake my cage, pull at my bindings, scream a protest, but my body just wouldn’t respond
the way I wanted it to. And if I couldn’t free myself from my cage while I had all my faculties, what chance did I have of doing it
then?

Saito came around to the rear of the cage and I felt a jab in my ass. The shot hurt and I immediately felt a dulling of my muscles in
my rear. He and Linda stood back and watched me as the new drug took effect. I felt a rush of laziness pass through me and my mind clouded
over in a not unpleasant way. They waited just a few more minutes. Linda seemed to be assembling some sort of surgical equipment. Then
Saito released the front of my cage. I felt the penis-like prong slip from my mouth. The bindings around my ankles, wrists, breasts and
neck opened. I started to squirm, desperate to get away now that my body was freed from its confinements, but I had as much chance of doing
that as a fly has escaping from a spider’s web.

The two of them leaned down and took hold of my body. I was lifted into the air and brought to the cool, hard table. My body was
lowered down onto it. They had had no trouble carrying me. I was small compared to their fit, muscular, tall frames. I tried to wriggle
away, but I was quickly rolled to my back. I felt a belt go over my waist and be pulled tight. Immediately thereafter, one went around my
thighs and then my chest. My arms were extended and strapped down, palms up, to armrests that were extended from the sides of the table.


My mouth was free and I didn’t care whether my collar zapped me or not. I tried to moan protestations and pleas. They came out
slurred and unintelligible. The collar was apparently turned off and I was not punished. One final strap was pulled over my ankles and I
was trapped firmly in place.

While Linda went over to a sink and started to scrub her hands, Saito mounted a clear bag of some kind of fluid on a hook above me.
He connected a hose to it. He then brushed the crook of my right arm with a cotton pad covered in alcohol. After that, he tied a rubber
tube over my upper arm, blocking my circulation. He waited a moment and then, after tapping the vein that bulged there, inserted a needle
into it. He then connected the hose from the bag to the needle.

Linda had returned. She was holding her freshly scrubbed hands up in front of her. Saito took some rubber gloves and pulled them
down over them, snapping them into place. A surgical mask was tied behind Linda’s neck but not yet covering her face. She leaned over and
looked at me dispassionately and said something to Saito in Japanese. Saito then went and took his turn at the sink while she watched over
me. I was still squirming moderately.

My body was immobile, but my mind was going a million miles an hour. I prayed and prayed that this was not really happening to me,
that it was part of some nightmare, that I was still asleep in my little cabinet waiting to be awakened and released. My body felt like
lead and I was unable to make any appreciable struggle against the bonds that held me to the operating room table like some ancient
sacrifice. I was murmuring soft, desperate pleas to her not to hurt me. I doubt whether any of them emerged as intelligible statements.
Tears were flowing like streams from my eyes. I was so frightened that, in spite of the double dose of sedation they had given me, I could
feel my muscles quivering and shaking.

Saito came back and Linda helped him put on his gloves. He then moved to the bag of fluid dangling above me while Linda leaned over
and said in her sickly, sweet voice, “We’re going to put you to sleep now, little fuck toy. When you wake up you will be our little fuck
dog. Just relax now and let the drug take effect.” She turned to Saito and nodded. I sensed a flow begin into my arm from the needle. I
was in the middle of a plea for mercy when the lights went out.



***



When I awoke, my head was full of cotton and it felt like my body had gone through a wringer. I was no longer in the operating room,
but was in some kind of hospital bed. My body was strapped in, my arms and legs were strapped down. Linda was leaning over the bed,
peering at me. “Wake up little fuck dog,” she said to me. “Come awake now,” she said sweetly.

I struggled to consciousness. I felt a terrible aching in my legs and in my hands. There was a stabbing type pain in my throat. An
intravenous bag dangled at the edge of my bed above me. The room was white and windowless. I looked and saw that my hands were wrapped in
gauze. I tried to look down at my feet to see what was going on down there, but when I tried to raise my head, I became dizzy and nauseous.


“Just relax, little fuck dog,” Linda said in her false, friendly voice. “You’re going to feel some pain in your hands, your legs and
your throat, but as soon as I’m sure that you’ve come out of the anesthesia, I’ll give you some Demerol through the intravenous line. It’ll
put you out for a little while. When you’re ready a little later, I’ll tell you about all the wonderful things that we’ve done. Everything
went perfectly fine.”

As I started to come out of my drug haze, I started to cry. I didn’t know what they had done, but I knew that it was something
terrible or Linda would have told me right away. I wanted to say something, but my throat felt all clogged up.

“There, there, now little fuck dog,” Linda said. “No talking allowed.”

She took a seat by my bed and started to read some kind of journal or something. I just lay there in my misery, floating through my
druggy haze. After about a half hour, the woman got up again and took another look at me. My legs and hands were starting to hurt horribly
and I had begun a low moan.

She checked my eyes by raising my eyelids and then patted my cheeks to see if my color had come back. She seemed satisfied.

Turning to the intravenous bag, she turned a flange on it and the liquid started to drip into my vein. A wave of relief passed
through me and the pain in my hands and legs started to numb almost right away. Linda went over to the side of the room and brought back a
black balloon-like object similar to the one that Saito had put in my mouth back at Al’s. I didn’t want anything to do with it, but I
didn’t have the strength to resist as she forced it into my mouth. When it was seated there, she pumped it up using the little bladder
attached to it until my mouth filled.

“We don’t want you to try and talk for a while,” she said. After she detached the hose from the gag and put it and the bladder away,
she came back over to the bed.

“I’m going to leave you alone now, fuck dog. There’s a little TV camera up there on the ceiling so we’ll be able to keep an eye on
you and there’s a monitor attached to your chest that will keep us apprised of your vital signs. If there are any problems, I’ll be back
down in a jiffy. You just try and sleep now. That’s the best thing you can do.”

She patted me on the head and left the room. Like all the other doors, this one had a key pad lock so that even if I were able to
manage getting out of my bed, I would not be able to leave the room anyway.

The Demerol put me right asleep as soon as the cruel woman left. I remember waking up from time to time, struggling with the straps
that held me in place and then passing out again from the effort.

There was, to my surprise, a television mounted up in the corner of the ceiling. It flickered on at one point and some silly cartoons
began to play. I kept on waking up and falling asleep. I remembered a Tom and Jerry cartoon and a Road Runner. Some of them I didn’t
recognize. But all of them had a dog character in them at one point or another. I never got to see a full one because I never stayed
conscious long enough.

Saito came into the room at one point to check on me. He looked at my hands and then raised my bedclothes up to look at my legs. I
was both afraid and anxious to know what they had done to me. My feet felt funny and I couldn’t wiggle my fingers. Saito put a hose
through the tube in the middle of my gag and fed me some water, just a little bit. He looked at my throat and then left.

This routine continued for a while. The next time Linda came down she piggybacked a saline solution to the bag containing the
Demerol. “Just some sugar and some antibiotics,” she told me. She too, looked at my bandages, took my temperature, and then left.

They kept me sedated for a long time. Every few hours, it seemed, one of them came down to check on me. I was not allowed out of the
bed and they kept the gag in my mouth. I was strapped down firmly. I couldn’t even move my arms.

Finally, both Saito and Linda came down at the same time. They stood on either side of my bed. They must have lightened the Demerol
because I remember being a bit more conscious than I had the other times. I was dully watching some anime movie about a giant space bug
invading Japan when they came in. The hero of the movie, of course, had a dog.

Linda released one of my hands from the straps and started to unwind the bandage.

“Now, I’m going to tell you what we’ve done. It’s going to seem cruel to you, but you have to understand that if you’re going to be a
good fuck dog, it was all necessary. Let me start with your hands.” She took off the bandage and showed my right hand to me.

For a moment I could not fathom what I was seeing. My hand was smaller somehow than it had been. Then I realized that I had no pinky
or thumb and that the remaining three fingers and been cut off down below the knuckle. I started to scream through my gag. “Oh my god!” I
thought madly. “What have they done to me? Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Linda let me have a few moments to take in the enormity of their cruelty and then she spoke. “You know very well that dogs don’t have
fingers, fuck dog,” she said. “So we had to take them off. And they certainly don’t have thumbs or pinkies. You can’t be a fuck dog if
you have them.”

I moaned with despair. They had ruined me! I was now a deformed monster. Even if I escaped from them, I would live with what they
had done to me forever. But I still hadn’t been told the worst part.

My torso had been strapped down so that I couldn’t look at my legs. I knew they had done something down there and I feared the worst.
When Saito lifted the blanket off of my body, I saw that the worst had come true.

My eyes drifted down my slender, pale thighs to my knees. As I looked, I realized that there was nothing underneath my thighs. They
had amputated my legs at the knee. I didn’t even cry out. I just collapsed in misery.

“You’ve gotten really good at walking around on all fours, fuck dog,” Linda said, “but we couldn’t have you dragging those feet around
all the time. It just wasn’t dog-like. Now when you walk on all fours, you’ll look just like a dog. You won’t have to pretend anymore.
Isn’t that wonderful? Saito is really pleased. Besides, we wouldn’t want to have a repeat of the other day when you tried to run away.
This is much, much better.”

A wave of agony flooded my being. A moan started down deep in my chest and grew and grew and grew until it was a loud rumble behind
my gag. My body thrashed and convulsed in my bed. I wanted to get up and tear to shreds the two monsters that had so cruelly maimed me.
What they had done was worst than I had ever imagined would happen to me, even during the darkest moments as their prisoner.

“I’m going to bring your Demerol dosage back up so that you can calm yourself down, fuck dog,” Linda said. “When you’re calm, I have
to clean your bandages and I’m going to give your legs and what’s left of your fingers some injections that will help kill the exposed nerve
endings. In a few days, we’ll be able to get you started walking again.”

She stepped to the side of the bed and gave the flange on the tube leading from the Demerol bag a little twist. Within a minute, my
muscles had turned soft and my mind had grown hazy once again. I passed out looking at the smiling faces of my tormentors.

I woke partially a while later. Saito was busy replacing the bandages on my truncated legs. Linda was giving the ends of my finger
stubs little squirts from a syringe. I passed out and when I awoke again, I was alone. The television was on. The cartoons were gone and
what was showing was a video of some dogs frolicking in a park. There was the sound of dogs barking amidst a rolling record of what fun it
was to be a dog. I cried silently and tried to turn my head away. I could shut my eyes, but I could not shut my ears.

They kept me in bed for a long time. The Demerol dosages kept getting lighter and lighter and the pain from my amputations started to
lesson. I was, all the time, in a deep funk, as you can imagine. The psychological damage these people had done to me was immense. Now
that I had been cruelly disfigured and maimed, I realized that I never wanted to be free again. I never wanted to have people see me like I
was now. My life was over and I knew it. I just wanted to die.

Linda and Saito seemed to be taking turns coming down to see me, change my bandages and give me my injections. They never talked
about what they did to my throat and I was afraid to find out. They fed and watered me through the tube in my mouth and took away all of my
wastes with a bed pan. Frankly, eating and drinking was the last thing I wanted to do, but there was no way for me to stop them. The
television, my only distraction, went back to mostly cartoons, but mixed in between were videos of dogs at play, dogs fucking dogs, dogs
chasing animals, dogs being petted by and playing with their masters, dogs eating from bowls. I guess the idea was to show me what dog life
was all about.

Finally, one time, they came down together. When they had finished attending to my needs, after disconnecting me from my intravenous
feeds, they unstrapped me from the bed. There were still large bandages over my hands and on the ends of my legs. Saito picked me up and
set me down on the floor. Lying there, I looked up at him with hatred. If they believed I was going to perform for them, I thought, they
had another thing coming. Then I see that he has the zapper in his hand. The silver collar is still around my neck. The last thing I want
after going through all my physical and mental agony is to get zapped. Tears came to my eyes.

“Up,” was all he said. I looked at him forlornly. “Please don’t make me do this,” my eyes begged. They still hadn’t taken the
rubber gag out of my mouth so I couldn’t speak. Saito looked at me sternly. He pressed the button on the zapper and a circle of pain
formed around my neck. I collapsed to the floor and writhed from the pain. When it stopped, I looked up at him again, sobbing.

“Up,” he said.

Unhappily, I struggled to all fours. The pain in my hands and legs was excruciating. It felt bizarre to be balanced on the ends of
my foreshortened legs. I swayed as I tried not to collapse from the pain and the humiliation of having been made into the simulacrum of an
animal. If you talk about the worst moments of your life, I bet you can’t think of a worse moment than this. Believe me, if there was a
single thing I could have done to help myself, I would have done it. Yes, I could have resisted. I could have practiced some kind of
passive disobedience, but what would it have gotten me? Pain and more pain. I had suffered enough pain. And my unhappiness at what had
been done to me was so overwhelming, there wasn’t room for any more suffering. And so, if I wanted to avoid pain, I had to obey.

“Walk,” Saito said. He and Linda were towering over me. The floor of my little hospital room, unlike the operating table which had
tiles and a floor drain under it, was covered with a thick, brown rug. That and the bandages on my hands and my truncated legs eased
somewhat the pain of putting pressure on them. I awkwardly and hesitatingly moved forward. The pain in my hands was intense, but the pain
in my legs was almost paralyzing. I was sobbing as I moved one limb at a time, my right hand first and then my left leg, my left hand and
then my left leg. After a few steps, the pain became too much and I tottered over, collapsing into a ball of intense misery.

“Ohhhhh!” Linda called out, “poor little fuck dog.” She leaned over and stroked my shoulders and back. “Let’s get you back up into
bed. That’s enough for your first try. You’ll do better, I promise.”

With Saito’s assistance, Linda lifted me from the floor and placed me back into the bed. I was sweating and my chest was heaving from
my exertion. She strapped me in and gave me a little kiss on my forehead. “Don’t worry, fuck dog, you’ll do better next time. And I have
something I can put on your legs as soon as the swelling goes down a little more to make it easier.”

She reconnected the intravenous drips and increased the flow of the Demerol. “That should make you feel better, little doggy. I’ll
come back in a few hours and give you your food.”

With that they left.

After that, each time they came down, they would make me walk. I went from a few, unsteady steps to four or five more stable ones.
It still hurt like hell. After a while, Linda applied this boot-like thing to my stumps. When I went to walk on them, it was a lot easier.
The boots had cushions on the inside to ease the pressure on the ends of my legs. The next time they came down, they had me walk all the
way down the hall outside my room and back. I was crying uncontrollably the whole time.

About this time, their sexual use of me began anew. My interest in sex, as you can imagine, waned considerably in the days after my
surgery. I guess that they stopped putting the stuff that made me so horny in my food. But, after I had shown I could walk more than just
a few steps, they must have started it again. As I sat in the bed during the long periods between when they came down to take care of me, I
started to get the urge to have my pussy stuffed. I would squirm my hips on the bed and strain at my strapped down hands, trying to deny my
need. When Saito or Linda put their hands on my legs to change my bandages, the heat of their touch traveled up my leg right to my cunt.
After a day or two of existing on a razor’s edge of sexual need, when Saito came down, after he had changed my bandages, he spread my little
legs apart and started to stroke my quim. I tried to pull my hips back to withdraw it from his reach, but there was nowhere to go. He soon
had me panting and wanting him to take me to completion. His hand just kept going and going and going in his expert way. Saito really knew
his way around a cunt. I fought off the urge as long as I could. When he said, “Come now. Come for master,” I just exploded. All those
days of denial just poured through my quim. I shuddered and quaked in my bed. I leaned my head back and let the pleasure wash over me. />
From then on, every time one of them came down, they stroked me to orgasm, sometimes more than one. It was on the third day that I
had made it all the way down the long hall outside my room and back that Saito gave me my first doggy fuck. He caressed my dangling breasts
as I stood, I can’t really say knelt because I didn’t have knees anymore, on all fours. He let his hands caress my body, all along my back,
down my thighs, over my rump. He was wearing one of his kimonos. I knew what he was going to do before he did it. I trembled while he
removed his kimono and tossed it aside. My pussy was wet and hungry before he even addressed his thick, hard cock to it.
When he slid it home, I gave out a deep sigh. My whole body welcomed his invasion. He took his time riding me, slowly drawing his cock
back and forth, letting it rub against my clit. He held me up a little bit with his arms folded across my belly to take the pressure off of
my legs. I moaned and groaned through the ever present balloon gag as he fucked me. “This is how a doggie fucks,” I thought to myself. I
had collapsed to my elbows and my forehead was on the floor. I cursed myself for letting my lust overwhelm me. He went on and on, driving
me higher and higher into passion. I was waiting urgently for permission to come.

As his cock began to throb and dance inside me, he groaned the magic words. I fucked him back with all my might. The waves of
pleasure that my pussy generated flowed all through my body. I moaned and jerked as I came.

The next time they came down together, Linda announced that it was time for me to get out of bed permanently. The pain in my legs
and hands had faded into dull aches when I walked. The shots that they had been giving me had begun to block all feelings in my fingers and
legs. When I was placed on the floor, Saito placed my collar back on me and attached a leash to it. They guided me from the room, going
slowly so as to not cause me too much pain. We went into the hall to a door opposite the operating room. Saito keyed in the code and
opened it. When I entered, I saw a large room with off white walls and a thick, dark blue rug. There were large, cloth covered pillows
strewn around it. In the corner was a large wicker doggie bed with a thick, soft, round mattress inside it. In the opposite corner was a
small cage, not like the one that had held me prisoner so long, but a regular, rectangular one with thin steel bars. It was about four feet
long, three feet wide and two feet high. It had soft padding on its floor.

I realized at once that this was my new home. There was a television set along one wall. In the corner across from the doggie bed
was bathroom containing a tub like the one in my previous room, a bidet and what is often called a Turkish toilet, a small, round hole in
the floor. There was a little lever on the side for flushing. A small post stood there covered with what looked like tissue paper. There
was even a little water fountain low enough so that I could reach it on all fours.

“This is where you’ll be staying,” Linda said to me, her voice sounding magnanimous. “We’ll have a lot of fun down here. And when
you’ve been good, we’ll let you upstairs for a while so you can look out the window and be with us. Won’t that be nice?”

Seeing the room like that reminded me of the permanency of what they had done to me. I didn’t feel like celebrating at all. I kind
of limped into the room. Saito released my leash from my collar. “Good fuck dog,” he said, brushing my head with his hand. “Saito have
something special for you.” He took an object out of the pocket of his kimono. “Sit,” he ordered.

Cringing at the dog like nature of his command, but not wanting to prompt discipline, I let my legs, or what was left of them, slide
under me and I sat my rump on the rug. I placed my truncated hands in between my legs for balance, causing my torso to lean forward
slightly. I looked up at him nervously. His ‘gifts’ had not generally turned out to be benign. Linda was standing next to him, beaming.
He opened his hand and showed me what he had taken from his pocket. It was a bright, golden colored, oval, brass disk. On it was some
writing in formalized script. It was my name, Lavender.

“Fuck dog have name now,” Saito said. “Your name ‘Lavender’.”

My face must have collapsed right there in front of them. I could see their amusement in their eyes. I had gone all through the
torments they could devise, had humiliated and debased myself, had suffered grievous injury to my body, just to earn my own name back. And
now, rather than being the name of a person, it was the name of a pet. It was almost comic, one of those strange stories you read in spooky
comic books. If they had gone out purposely to destroy my personality, and, when you think of it, that’s exactly what they had aimed to do,
they had done a good job. There was a vast chasm between the Lavender I used to be and the Lavender I was now, between the Lavender who
gave $500.00 blow jobs and danced men’s money right out of their pockets, and the fuck animal they had made me into. All I had in common
with that conceited, manipulative woman was her name and her twat.

Saito crouched down and clipped the medallion to my collar, making it official. Tears were streaming down my face. What else could
they do to me now, I thought. I had another surprise coming.

After he pinned the name tag on me, both he and Linda, who had crouched down next to him, petted my nearly bald head. I raised my
deformed hands and tried to push them away, but they easily fended me off.

“There, there, now Lavender,” Linda said, “Lavender is a pretty name. You’ll come to like it, I promise.”

“You be good fuck doggie,” Saito said. He pulled my arm away from my body and said, “I take out gag now.”

The balloon in my mouth hissed as he let the air out of it. I was happy to get rid of the thing. I stretched and exercised my mouth
to make sure everything inside was working. Both Linda and Saito were looking at me expectantly. I felt a stab of fear. Something was up.
I started to cry again. Saito and Linda stood up. Saito took the zapper out of his kimono pocket and pointed it at me. “Speak,” he
ordered.

I was astounded at his command. All this time, they were doing their utmost to keep me silent and now he wanted me to speak! I
didn’t know what to say. I looked at him pleadingly.

“It’s all right Lavender,” Linda said. “Speak. Go ahead.”

A thousand things to say ran through my head. Where should I start? How about calling them cruel, nasty motherfuckers? That would
have been appropriate but, I thought, certain to bring down Saito’s wrath on me. I decided to beg for my freedom.

“Please…” I started to say. What came out of my mouth was a dog’s bark. I couldn’t believe it. Had they done something to my brain?
I tried again. “Ple…” was all I got out. What emerged was a high pitched, “Yarp!”

I tried it again. “Yarp!” And again, “Yarp!” I looked at them miserably. What had they done to me? Panicked, I tried to ask them.
“Yarp! Yarp!”

They were both smiling broadly. “Oh,” Linda exclaimed, “that’s so cute! It works perfectly!”

A wave of misery flowing through me, I pleaded with my eyes for an explanation.

“Saito is a genius with electronics,” Linda said suppressing a laugh. “He made this little gizmo that I attached to your vocal chords
after trimming them down a bit. Now, every time you try to talk, the gizmo will make a barking sound. Just like that.” She turned to
Saito. “It sounds so realistic, like she’s really barking!”

Saito just grinned. He pointed the zapper at me again. “Speak,” he ordered.

It was the last thing I wanted to do. I would have rather died. He pressed the zapper down and my throat constricted in pain. My
bundled hands flew to my neck and I collapsed on the floor. When he relented, he ordered me again. “Speak!”

I shook my head ‘no’, and then buried it under my hands. He zapped me again, this time longer and harder. I writhed and contorted on
the floor, my little legs flying about. I was screeching and bawling. When the zapper stopped, I looked up at him and sought some mercy in
his face. All I saw was the stern face of a resolute, callous master. “Speak!” he commanded.

I had had enough pain. I made a small sound from my throat and an equally small, “Yarp!” came out.

“Louder,” he said.

Giving up all hope that I would be spared further humiliation, I let my voice fly. “YARP!” I uttered, and collapsed to cry again. />
Saito and Linda laughed. Linda then crouched down and started to pet me. “Oh, poor Lavender. Don’t worry. It’s very cute. You
said you wanted to be a fuck dog, remember. We have it on tape. I can play it for you if you want. Now you sound just like one.”

Needless to say, her words were no consolation. If it had been possible to will myself to shrink into a little ball and disappear, I
would have done it right then.

“You’ve had enough for one day, Lavender,” Linda said. “I think you should sleep in your little cage tonight until you get used to
your new surroundings. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. Tomorrow, you can have a nice breakfast and then we’ll fuck, okay?”

No, it wasn’t okay. But what was I to do? I knew that tomorrow, whatever that might mean in my windowless cell, I would succumb to
her ministrations just like I had every other time before. I would suck her cunt or Saito’s cock, or do anything else they wanted me to do.
I was their fuck dog now. It was all I was good for.

“Up,” Saito spat out. There was no consoling tone, even a false one like Linda’s, to his voice. Only the voice of a master speaking
to his dog.

I managed to push myself to my four paws, for that’s what they were now. I couldn’t call them hands, because I didn’t have any
fingers, to speak of anyway. And my lower limbs, I couldn’t call them legs since I had no feet. Linda walked over to the steel cage and
opened the door. It had a simple little latch, easy enough to work if you had fingers. I knew that I could never open it now. Slowly, I
crept over to my new, steel home. Filled with misery, I slithered myself inside. There was just enough room for me to lie down. From my
head to the end of my little legs I was now no more than four feet tall, less even. Linda closed the cage behind me.

“We’ll leave a little light on for you, Lavender,” she said. “Since you’ve been so good.”


Excerpt..

My night was spent in a torrent of bliss. Saito had programmed the machine to fuck me to orgasm several times during the long interval

between when he placed me in the cabinet and when I was finally retrieved the next morning. They were long, leisurely fucks, varying

between exciting my vibrating quim to stroking my tingling rear entrance. The machine would give me an hour or more respite and then

recommence a slow, but steady build up to my completion of lust. In between, when I was not dozing in a satisfied haze, I thought of the

fact that I had finally earned the elevation in status for which I had yearned for a long time. What it would bring me, I didn’t know, but

it had to be better than being bound to this steel monstrosity, or so I thought.


As I waited for my next session of ‘fuck the fuck toy’, I wondered how long I had been Saito’s prisoner. I thought maybe that it was

about four weeks, but it could have been much more. My memory was hazy and I never really knew how long I was literally kept in the dark.

Except for my brief forays into the main house, I was totally ignorant of whether it was light or dark outside. I thought about how far he

had taken me in that time. I guess it doesn’t really take that long to break somebody. I was living proof. If you made the ordeal intense

enough, if you continually held out the bait of better treatment, if you dominated all of someone’s senses and every aspect of their being,

it didn’t take long at all.


When I heard my cabinet door being unlatched, excitement swelled within me. I was surprised, when it opened, to see both Saito and

Linda there. They were both dressed in pale green medical type clothing, right down to hairnets and little coverings over their feet. It

was not what I had been expecting at all.


They rolled me out into the room. I was thirsty and hungry from my long tenure in my little prison, but they did not give me

anything to eat or drink. The top and rear of my cage were removed and, after they let me pee, a small object pierced my anal ring. It was

the approximate size of a finger. Immediately thereafter, I felt some kind of liquid being injected into my ass. It was cool and

immediately brought a soft numbness to the tissue back there.


Saito was crouching at the front of my cage, watching me carefully. Linda came around and I saw that she had some kind of needleless

syringe in her hand.


“Good morning, little fuck toy,” she said pleasantly. “I’ve given you something that will relax you a little bit. Today’s the day

that you will become a fuck dog and there’s a whole lot we have to do. Just let the medicine take effect and everything will be fine.”
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I was perplexed at what the woman meant. It was then I realized that she and Saito were going to do something to me, something that

they needed me to be compliant and physically helpless for. The import of their dress came immediately home to me. They were dressed in

surgical clothes. They were going to do some kind of operation!


I immediately began to struggle and moan in my little cage. My eyes widened pleadingly. Whatever they were going to do, I wanted no

part of it. The hopelessness of my captivity and the utter cruelty and callousness of my captors apparently knew no bounds. My stomach

tightened and my heart started to pound in my chest.


The pair of them just stayed there watching me intently for the longest time. Every once in a while they would say something to each

other in Japanese. After a while, the drug that Linda had administered to me through my anus started to take effect. My whole body seemed

to become heavy and inert. My mind started to cloud over. When they saw that I was becoming sedated, they stood and began to roll my cage

towards the door that led to the house.


If you are squeamish or faint of heart, you should stop reading right here. What was to happen to me next is something that you would

not believe that two people, no matter how depraved and evil they might be, would inflict on another human being. You might not even

believe it to be true. I can’t help that. I have been struggling to tell things just as they were and for me to hold back now would render

my tale incomplete. If you have the courage and the fortitude to bear witness to extreme human suffering, then gird yourself and read

on.


I was drowsy and barely aware of what was going on around me as they wheeled my cage from my room and along the gallery that ran above

the living room. When we reached the bedroom area, near where my feeble escape attempt had come to naught, they brought my cage in front of

what appeared to be a door. It looked like a door, but had no doorknob on it. It did have one of those control panels that decorated all

the other doors I had seen. While Linda peered down into my cage to see how I was doing, Saito keyed in some numbers into the pad and the

door slid open. It was an elevator. The interior walls were lined with shiny steel. My cage was pulled inside, the door closed, and we

began a slow descent.


I could see my reflection in the wall in front of me. It was the first time that I had gotten a glimpse of myself inside what had

been my home for a long time. I cringed at the grotesque figure that I saw there. Was I really that creature with a bald head and two

little mounds of reddish hair on either side? The cruelty of my confinement made me sick. I started to cry. As the elevator sank to the

floor below, Linda, apparently sensing, or, perhaps, anticipating my distress, leaned down and rubbed my head.


“Don’t worry, little one,” she said in a soothing voice. “Everything will be all right. You’ll see. You’re going to be the best

fuck dog we’ve ever had, I just know it.”


At that moment, becoming a fuck dog was the last thing I wanted. To put it mildly, it had lost all allure. I would have preferred

being locked into my little closet with the prongs in my lower body giving me painful, excruciating shocks. I tried to murmur something, I

don’t remember what, but it emerged from my gagged lips as an indecipherable moan.


The elevator reached the lower floor and stopped with a small jolt. The door opened and my cage was wheeled out. We went down a long

hallway and approached another solid, locked door. Saito punched in the proper numbers and the door opened.


What I saw was a well lit room tiled in yellow. In the middle of the room was a long, silvery, metal table with straps dangling off

of both sides. Over the table was a huge lamp. Behind it was what looked like some medical equipment. Despite my sedation, I started to

panic.


Linda removed the top, rear and sides to my cage while Saito went over to a counter that ran the length of one wall. By the time that

my body was exposed, he had returned with another syringe. He held it up to the light, flicked it twice with his finger and then pushed the

end slightly until a little liquid spurted from the top.


I knew that he was going to give me a shot and that once he did, it would be all over. I couldn’t imagine what they had planned for

me, but I knew that it would be awful. I tried to shake my cage, pull at my bindings, scream a protest, but my body just wouldn’t respond

the way I wanted it to. And if I couldn’t free myself from my cage while I had all my faculties, what chance did I have of doing it

then?


Saito came around to the rear of the cage and I felt a jab in my ass. The shot hurt and I immediately felt a dulling of my muscles in

my rear. He and Linda stood back and watched me as the new drug took effect. I felt a rush of laziness pass through me and my mind clouded

over in a not unpleasant way. They waited just a few more minutes. Linda seemed to be assembling some sort of surgical equipment. Then

Saito released the front of my cage. I felt the penis-like prong slip from my mouth. The bindings around my ankles, wrists, breasts and

neck opened. I started to squirm, desperate to get away now that my body was freed from its confinements, but I had as much chance of doing

that as a fly has escaping from a spider’s web.


The two of them leaned down and took hold of my body. I was lifted into the air and brought to the cool, hard table. My body was

lowered down onto it. They had had no trouble carrying me. I was small compared to their fit, muscular, tall frames. I tried to wriggle

away, but I was quickly rolled to my back. I felt a belt go over my waist and be pulled tight. Immediately thereafter, one went around my

thighs and then my chest. My arms were extended and strapped down, palms up, to armrests that were extended from the sides of the table.




My mouth was free and I didn’t care whether my collar zapped me or not. I tried to moan protestations and pleas. They came out

slurred and unintelligible. The collar was apparently turned off and I was not punished. One final strap was pulled over my ankles and I

was trapped firmly in place.


While Linda went over to a sink and started to scrub her hands, Saito mounted a clear bag of some kind of fluid on a hook above me.

He connected a hose to it. He then brushed the crook of my right arm with a cotton pad covered in alcohol. After that, he tied a rubber

tube over my upper arm, blocking my circulation. He waited a moment and then, after tapping the vein that bulged there, inserted a needle

into it. He then connected the hose from the bag to the needle.


Linda had returned. She was holding her freshly scrubbed hands up in front of her. Saito took some rubber gloves and pulled them

down over them, snapping them into place. A surgical mask was tied behind Linda’s neck but not yet covering her face. She leaned over and

looked at me dispassionately and said something to Saito in Japanese. Saito then went and took his turn at the sink while she watched over

me. I was still squirming moderately.


My body was immobile, but my mind was going a million miles an hour. I prayed and prayed that this was not really happening to me,

that it was part of some nightmare, that I was still asleep in my little cabinet waiting to be awakened and released. My body felt like

lead and I was unable to make any appreciable struggle against the bonds that held me to the operating room table like some ancient

sacrifice. I was murmuring soft, desperate pleas to her not to hurt me. I doubt whether any of them emerged as intelligible statements.

Tears were flowing like streams from my eyes. I was so frightened that, in spite of the double dose of sedation they had given me, I could

feel my muscles quivering and shaking.


Saito came back and Linda helped him put on his gloves. He then moved to the bag of fluid dangling above me while Linda leaned over

and said in her sickly, sweet voice, “We’re going to put you to sleep now, little fuck toy. When you wake up you will be our little fuck

dog. Just relax now and let the drug take effect.” She turned to Saito and nodded. I sensed a flow begin into my arm from the needle. I

was in the middle of a plea for mercy when the lights went out.





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When I awoke, my head was full of cotton and it felt like my body had gone through a wringer. I was no longer in the operating room,

but was in some kind of hospital bed. My body was strapped in, my arms and legs were strapped down. Linda was leaning over the bed,

peering at me. “Wake up little fuck dog,” she said to me. “Come awake now,” she said sweetly.


I struggled to consciousness. I felt a terrible aching in my legs and in my hands. There was a stabbing type pain in my throat. An

intravenous bag dangled at the edge of my bed above me. The room was white and windowless. I looked and saw that my hands were wrapped in

gauze. I tried to look down at my feet to see what was going on down there, but when I tried to raise my head, I became dizzy and nauseous.




“Just relax, little fuck dog,” Linda said in her false, friendly voice. “You’re going to feel some pain in your hands, your legs and

your throat, but as soon as I’m sure that you’ve come out of the anesthesia, I’ll give you some Demerol through the intravenous line. It’ll

put you out for a little while. When you’re ready a little later, I’ll tell you about all the wonderful things that we’ve done. Everything

went perfectly fine.”


As I started to come out of my drug haze, I started to cry. I didn’t know what they had done, but I knew that it was something

terrible or Linda would have told me right away. I wanted to say something, but my throat felt all clogged up.


“There, there, now little fuck dog,” Linda said. “No talking allowed.”


She took a seat by my bed and started to read some kind of journal or something. I just lay there in my misery, floating through my

druggy haze. After about a half hour, the woman got up again and took another look at me. My legs and hands were starting to hurt horribly

and I had begun a low moan.


She checked my eyes by raising my eyelids and then patted my cheeks to see if my color had come back. She seemed satisfied.


Turning to the intravenous bag, she turned a flange on it and the liquid started to drip into my vein. A wave of relief passed

through me and the pain in my hands and legs started to numb almost right away. Linda went over to the side of the room and brought back a

black balloon-like object similar to the one that Saito had put in my mouth back at Al’s. I didn’t want anything to do with it, but I

didn’t have the strength to resist as she forced it into my mouth. When it was seated there, she pumped it up using the little bladder

attached to it until my mouth filled.


“We don’t want you to try and talk for a while,” she said. After she detached the hose from the gag and put it and the bladder away,

she came back over to the bed.


“I’m going to leave you alone now, fuck dog. There’s a little TV camera up there on the ceiling so we’ll be able to keep an eye on

you and there’s a monitor attached to your chest that will keep us apprised of your vital signs. If there are any problems, I’ll be back

down in a jiffy. You just try and sleep now. That’s the best thing you can do.”


She patted me on the head and left the room. Like all the other doors, this one had a key pad lock so that even if I were able to

manage getting out of my bed, I would not be able to leave the room anyway.


The Demerol put me right asleep as soon as the cruel woman left. I remember waking up from time to time, struggling with the straps

that held me in place and then passing out again from the effort.


There was, to my surprise, a television mounted up in the corner of the ceiling. It flickered on at one point and some silly cartoons

began to play. I kept on waking up and falling asleep. I remembered a Tom and Jerry cartoon and a Road Runner. Some of them I didn’t

recognize. But all of them had a dog character in them at one point or another. I never got to see a full one because I never stayed

conscious long enough.


Saito came into the room at one point to check on me. He looked at my hands and then raised my bedclothes up to look at my legs. I

was both afraid and anxious to know what they had done to me. My feet felt funny and I couldn’t wiggle my fingers. Saito put a hose

through the tube in the middle of my gag and fed me some water, just a little bit. He looked at my throat and then left.


This routine continued for a while. The next time Linda came down she piggybacked a saline solution to the bag containing the

Demerol. “Just some sugar and some antibiotics,” she told me. She too, looked at my bandages, took my temperature, and then left.


They kept me sedated for a long time. Every few hours, it seemed, one of them came down to check on me. I was not allowed out of the

bed and they kept the gag in my mouth. I was strapped down firmly. I couldn’t even move my arms.


Finally, both Saito and Linda came down at the same time. They stood on either side of my bed. They must have lightened the Demerol

because I remember being a bit more conscious than I had the other times. I was dully watching some anime movie about a giant space bug

invading Japan when they came in. The hero of the movie, of course, had a dog.


Linda released one of my hands from the straps and started to unwind the bandage.


“Now, I’m going to tell you what we’ve done. It’s going to seem cruel to you, but you have to understand that if you’re going to be a

good fuck dog, it was all necessary. Let me start with your hands.” She took off the bandage and showed my right hand to me.


For a moment I could not fathom what I was seeing. My hand was smaller somehow than it had been. Then I realized that I had no pinky

or thumb and that the remaining three fingers and been cut off down below the knuckle. I started to scream through my gag. “Oh my god!” I

thought madly. “What have they done to me? Oh my god! Oh my god!”


Linda let me have a few moments to take in the enormity of their cruelty and then she spoke. “You know very well that dogs don’t have

fingers, fuck dog,” she said. “So we had to take them off. And they certainly don’t have thumbs or pinkies. You can’t be a fuck dog if

you have them.”


I moaned with despair. They had ruined me! I was now a deformed monster. Even if I escaped from them, I would live with what they

had done to me forever. But I still hadn’t been told the worst part.


My torso had been strapped down so that I couldn’t look at my legs. I knew they had done something down there and I feared the worst.

When Saito lifted the blanket off of my body, I saw that the worst had come true.


My eyes drifted down my slender, pale thighs to my knees. As I looked, I realized that there was nothing underneath my thighs. They

had amputated my legs at the knee. I didn’t even cry out. I just collapsed in misery.


“You’ve gotten really good at walking around on all fours, fuck dog,” Linda said, “but we couldn’t have you dragging those feet around

all the time. It just wasn’t dog-like. Now when you walk on all fours, you’ll look just like a dog. You won’t have to pretend anymore.

Isn’t that wonderful? Saito is really pleased. Besides, we wouldn’t want to have a repeat of the other day when you tried to run away.

This is much, much better.”


A wave of agony flooded my being. A moan started down deep in my chest and grew and grew and grew until it was a loud rumble behind

my gag. My body thrashed and convulsed in my bed. I wanted to get up and tear to shreds the two monsters that had so cruelly maimed me.

What they had done was worst than I had ever imagined would happen to me, even during the darkest moments as their prisoner.


“I’m going to bring your Demerol dosage back up so that you can calm yourself down, fuck dog,” Linda said. “When you’re calm, I have

to clean your bandages and I’m going to give your legs and what’s left of your fingers some injections that will help kill the exposed nerve

endings. In a few days, we’ll be able to get you started walking again.”


She stepped to the side of the bed and gave the flange on the tube leading from the Demerol bag a little twist. Within a minute, my

muscles had turned soft and my mind had grown hazy once again. I passed out looking at the smiling faces of my tormentors.


I woke partially a while later. Saito was busy replacing the bandages on my truncated legs. Linda was giving the ends of my finger

stubs little squirts from a syringe. I passed out and when I awoke again, I was alone. The television was on. The cartoons were gone and

what was showing was a video of some dogs frolicking in a park. There was the sound of dogs barking amidst a rolling record of what fun it

was to be a dog. I cried silently and tried to turn my head away. I could shut my eyes, but I could not shut my ears.


They kept me in bed for a long time. The Demerol dosages kept getting lighter and lighter and the pain from my amputations started to

lesson. I was, all the time, in a deep funk, as you can imagine. The psychological damage these people had done to me was immense. Now

that I had been cruelly disfigured and maimed, I realized that I never wanted to be free again. I never wanted to have people see me like I

was now. My life was over and I knew it. I just wanted to die.


Linda and Saito seemed to be taking turns coming down to see me, change my bandages and give me my injections. They never talked

about what they did to my throat and I was afraid to find out. They fed and watered me through the tube in my mouth and took away all of my

wastes with a bed pan. Frankly, eating and drinking was the last thing I wanted to do, but there was no way for me to stop them. The

television, my only distraction, went back to mostly cartoons, but mixed in between were videos of dogs at play, dogs fucking dogs, dogs

chasing animals, dogs being petted by and playing with their masters, dogs eating from bowls. I guess the idea was to show me what dog life

was all about.


Finally, one time, they came down together. When they had finished attending to my needs, after disconnecting me from my intravenous

feeds, they unstrapped me from the bed. There were still large bandages over my hands and on the ends of my legs. Saito picked me up and

set me down on the floor. Lying there, I looked up at him with hatred. If they believed I was going to perform for them, I thought, they

had another thing coming. Then I see that he has the zapper in his hand. The silver collar is still around my neck. The last thing I want

after going through all my physical and mental agony is to get zapped. Tears came to my eyes.


“Up,” was all he said. I looked at him forlornly. “Please don’t make me do this,” my eyes begged. They still hadn’t taken the

rubber gag out of my mouth so I couldn’t speak. Saito looked at me sternly. He pressed the button on the zapper and a circle of pain

formed around my neck. I collapsed to the floor and writhed from the pain. When it stopped, I looked up at him again, sobbing.


“Up,” he said.


Unhappily, I struggled to all fours. The pain in my hands and legs was excruciating. It felt bizarre to be balanced on the ends of

my foreshortened legs. I swayed as I tried not to collapse from the pain and the humiliation of having been made into the simulacrum of an

animal. If you talk about the worst moments of your life, I bet you can’t think of a worse moment than this. Believe me, if there was a

single thing I could have done to help myself, I would have done it. Yes, I could have resisted. I could have practiced some kind of

passive disobedience, but what would it have gotten me? Pain and more pain. I had suffered enough pain. And my unhappiness at what had

been done to me was so overwhelming, there wasn’t room for any more suffering. And so, if I wanted to avoid pain, I had to obey.


“Walk,” Saito said. He and Linda were towering over me. The floor of my little hospital room, unlike the operating table which had

tiles and a floor drain under it, was covered with a thick, brown rug. That and the bandages on my hands and my truncated legs eased

somewhat the pain of putting pressure on them. I awkwardly and hesitatingly moved forward. The pain in my hands was intense, but the pain

in my legs was almost paralyzing. I was sobbing as I moved one limb at a time, my right hand first and then my left leg, my left hand and

then my left leg. After a few steps, the pain became too much and I tottered over, collapsing into a ball of intense misery.


“Ohhhhh!” Linda called out, “poor little fuck dog.” She leaned over and stroked my shoulders and back. “Let’s get you back up into

bed. That’s enough for your first try. You’ll do better, I promise.”


With Saito’s assistance, Linda lifted me from the floor and placed me back into the bed. I was sweating and my chest was heaving from

my exertion. She strapped me in and gave me a little kiss on my forehead. “Don’t worry, fuck dog, you’ll do better next time. And I have

something I can put on your legs as soon as the swelling goes down a little more to make it easier.”


She reconnected the intravenous drips and increased the flow of the Demerol. “That should make you feel better, little doggy. I’ll

come back in a few hours and give you your food.”


With that they left.


After that, each time they came down, they would make me walk. I went from a few, unsteady steps to four or five more stable ones.

It still hurt like hell. After a while, Linda applied this boot-like thing to my stumps. When I went to walk on them, it was a lot easier.

The boots had cushions on the inside to ease the pressure on the ends of my legs. The next time they came down, they had me walk all the

way down the hall outside my room and back. I was crying uncontrollably the whole time.


About this time, their sexual use of me began anew. My interest in sex, as you can imagine, waned considerably in the days after my

surgery. I guess that they stopped putting the stuff that made me so horny in my food. But, after I had shown I could walk more than just

a few steps, they must have started it again. As I sat in the bed during the long periods between when they came down to take care of me, I

started to get the urge to have my pussy stuffed. I would squirm my hips on the bed and strain at my strapped down hands, trying to deny my

need. When Saito or Linda put their hands on my legs to change my bandages, the heat of their touch traveled up my leg right to my cunt.

After a day or two of existing on a razor’s edge of sexual need, when Saito came down, after he had changed my bandages, he spread my little

legs apart and started to stroke my quim. I tried to pull my hips back to withdraw it from his reach, but there was nowhere to go. He soon

had me panting and wanting him to take me to completion. His hand just kept going and going and going in his expert way. Saito really knew

his way around a cunt. I fought off the urge as long as I could. When he said, “Come now. Come for master,” I just exploded. All those

days of denial just poured through my quim. I shuddered and quaked in my bed. I leaned my head back and let the pleasure wash over me.
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From then on, every time one of them came down, they stroked me to orgasm, sometimes more than one. It was on the third day that I

had made it all the way down the long hall outside my room and back that Saito gave me my first doggy fuck. He caressed my dangling breasts

as I stood, I can’t really say knelt because I didn’t have knees anymore, on all fours. He let his hands caress my body, all along my back,

down my thighs, over my rump. He was wearing one of his kimonos. I knew what he was going to do before he did it. I trembled while he

removed his kimono and tossed it aside. My pussy was wet and hungry before he even addressed his thick, hard cock to it.

When he slid it home, I gave out a deep sigh. My whole body welcomed his invasion. He took his time riding me, slowly drawing his cock

back and forth, letting it rub against my clit. He held me up a little bit with his arms folded across my belly to take the pressure off of

my legs. I moaned and groaned through the ever present balloon gag as he fucked me. “This is how a doggie fucks,” I thought to myself. I

had collapsed to my elbows and my forehead was on the floor. I cursed myself for letting my lust overwhelm me. He went on and on, driving

me higher and higher into passion. I was waiting urgently for permission to come.


As his cock began to throb and dance inside me, he groaned the magic words. I fucked him back with all my might. The waves of

pleasure that my pussy generated flowed all through my body. I moaned and jerked as I came.


The next time they came down together, Linda announced that it was time for me to get out of bed permanently. The pain in my legs

and hands had faded into dull aches when I walked. The shots that they had been giving me had begun to block all feelings in my fingers and

legs. When I was placed on the floor, Saito placed my collar back on me and attached a leash to it. They guided me from the room, going

slowly so as to not cause me too much pain. We went into the hall to a door opposite the operating room. Saito keyed in the code and

opened it. When I entered, I saw a large room with off white walls and a thick, dark blue rug. There were large, cloth covered pillows

strewn around it. In the corner was a large wicker doggie bed with a thick, soft, round mattress inside it. In the opposite corner was a

small cage, not like the one that had held me prisoner so long, but a regular, rectangular one with thin steel bars. It was about four feet

long, three feet wide and two feet high. It had soft padding on its floor.


I realized at once that this was my new home. There was a television set along one wall. In the corner across from the doggie bed

was bathroom containing a tub like the one in my previous room, a bidet and what is often called a Turkish toilet, a small, round hole in

the floor. There was a little lever on the side for flushing. A small post stood there covered with what looked like tissue paper. There

was even a little water fountain low enough so that I could reach it on all fours.


“This is where you’ll be staying,” Linda said to me, her voice sounding magnanimous. “We’ll have a lot of fun down here. And when

you’ve been good, we’ll let you upstairs for a while so you can look out the window and be with us. Won’t that be nice?”


Seeing the room like that reminded me of the permanency of what they had done to me. I didn’t feel like celebrating at all. I kind

of limped into the room. Saito released my leash from my collar. “Good fuck dog,” he said, brushing my head with his hand. “Saito have

something special for you.” He took an object out of the pocket of his kimono. “Sit,” he ordered.


Cringing at the dog like nature of his command, but not wanting to prompt discipline, I let my legs, or what was left of them, slide

under me and I sat my rump on the rug. I placed my truncated hands in between my legs for balance, causing my torso to lean forward

slightly. I looked up at him nervously. His ‘gifts’ had not generally turned out to be benign. Linda was standing next to him, beaming.

He opened his hand and showed me what he had taken from his pocket. It was a bright, golden colored, oval, brass disk. On it was some

writing in formalized script. It was my name, Lavender.


“Fuck dog have name now,” Saito said. “Your name ‘Lavender’.”


My face must have collapsed right there in front of them. I could see their amusement in their eyes. I had gone all through the

torments they could devise, had humiliated and debased myself, had suffered grievous injury to my body, just to earn my own name back. And

now, rather than being the name of a person, it was the name of a pet. It was almost comic, one of those strange stories you read in spooky

comic books. If they had gone out purposely to destroy my personality, and, when you think of it, that’s exactly what they had aimed to do,

they had done a good job. There was a vast chasm between the Lavender I used to be and the Lavender I was now, between the Lavender who

gave $500.00 blow jobs and danced men’s money right out of their pockets, and the fuck animal they had made me into. All I had in common

with that conceited, manipulative woman was her name and her twat.


Saito crouched down and clipped the medallion to my collar, making it official. Tears were streaming down my face. What else could

they do to me now, I thought. I had another surprise coming.


After he pinned the name tag on me, both he and Linda, who had crouched down next to him, petted my nearly bald head. I raised my

deformed hands and tried to push them away, but they easily fended me off.


“There, there, now Lavender,” Linda said, “Lavender is a pretty name. You’ll come to like it, I promise.”


“You be good fuck doggie,” Saito said. He pulled my arm away from my body and said, “I take out gag now.”


The balloon in my mouth hissed as he let the air out of it. I was happy to get rid of the thing. I stretched and exercised my mouth

to make sure everything inside was working. Both Linda and Saito were looking at me expectantly. I felt a stab of fear. Something was up.

I started to cry again. Saito and Linda stood up. Saito took the zapper out of his kimono pocket and pointed it at me. “Speak,” he

ordered.


I was astounded at his command. All this time, they were doing their utmost to keep me silent and now he wanted me to speak! I

didn’t know what to say. I looked at him pleadingly.


“It’s all right Lavender,” Linda said. “Speak. Go ahead.”


A thousand things to say ran through my head. Where should I start? How about calling them cruel, nasty motherfuckers? That would

have been appropriate but, I thought, certain to bring down Saito’s wrath on me. I decided to beg for my freedom.


“Please…” I started to say. What came out of my mouth was a dog’s bark. I couldn’t believe it. Had they done something to my brain?

I tried again. “Ple…” was all I got out. What emerged was a high pitched, “Yarp!”


I tried it again. “Yarp!” And again, “Yarp!” I looked at them miserably. What had they done to me? Panicked, I tried to ask them.

“Yarp! Yarp!”


They were both smiling broadly. “Oh,” Linda exclaimed, “that’s so cute! It works perfectly!”


A wave of misery flowing through me, I pleaded with my eyes for an explanation.


“Saito is a genius with electronics,” Linda said suppressing a laugh. “He made this little gizmo that I attached to your vocal chords

after trimming them down a bit. Now, every time you try to talk, the gizmo will make a barking sound. Just like that.” She turned to

Saito. “It sounds so realistic, like she’s really barking!”


Saito just grinned. He pointed the zapper at me again. “Speak,” he ordered.


It was the last thing I wanted to do. I would have rather died. He pressed the zapper down and my throat constricted in pain. My

bundled hands flew to my neck and I collapsed on the floor. When he relented, he ordered me again. “Speak!”


I shook my head ‘no’, and then buried it under my hands. He zapped me again, this time longer and harder. I writhed and contorted on

the floor, my little legs flying about. I was screeching and bawling. When the zapper stopped, I looked up at him and sought some mercy in

his face. All I saw was the stern face of a resolute, callous master. “Speak!” he commanded.


I had had enough pain. I made a small sound from my throat and an equally small, “Yarp!” came out.


“Louder,” he said.


Giving up all hope that I would be spared further humiliation, I let my voice fly. “YARP!” I uttered, and collapsed to cry again.
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Saito and Linda laughed. Linda then crouched down and started to pet me. “Oh, poor Lavender. Don’t worry. It’s very cute. You

said you wanted to be a fuck dog, remember. We have it on tape. I can play it for you if you want. Now you sound just like one.”


Needless to say, her words were no consolation. If it had been possible to will myself to shrink into a little ball and disappear, I

would have done it right then.


“You’ve had enough for one day, Lavender,” Linda said. “I think you should sleep in your little cage tonight until you get used to

your new surroundings. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. Tomorrow, you can have a nice breakfast and then we’ll fuck, okay?”


No, it wasn’t okay. But what was I to do? I knew that tomorrow, whatever that might mean in my windowless cell, I would succumb to

her ministrations just like I had every other time before. I would suck her cunt or Saito’s cock, or do anything else they wanted me to do.

I was their fuck dog now. It was all I was good for.


“Up,” Saito spat out. There was no consoling tone, even a false one like Linda’s, to his voice. Only the voice of a master speaking

to his dog.


I managed to push myself to my four paws, for that’s what they were now. I couldn’t call them hands, because I didn’t have any

fingers, to speak of anyway. And my lower limbs, I couldn’t call them legs since I had no feet. Linda walked over to the steel cage and

opened the door. It had a simple little latch, easy enough to work if you had fingers. I knew that I could never open it now. Slowly, I

crept over to my new, steel home. Filled with misery, I slithered myself inside. There was just enough room for me to lie down. From my

head to the end of my little legs I was now no more than four feet tall, less even. Linda closed the cage behind me.


“We’ll leave a little light on for you, Lavender,” she said. “Since you’ve been so good.”


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