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.”
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