Chapter One

 

The long journey, cooped up in a small cage, was without doubt the worst experience of Katy's short life. While in the cage, which was hardly large enough to turn around in, the humidity was stifling and the temperature soared to unbearable heights. To make matters worse, she had been forced into a hairy suit that made her look like a Puppy dog. Consequently, she perspired buckets of sweat throughout the journey.

Katy guessed that she had been suffering the nightmare experience for over 24 hours, during which time she struggled to hang onto her sanity. Because she wasn't a strong-willed person, nor hot-headed, her submissiveness and willingness to accept the inevitable, possibly saved her from going nuts. She was probably going to have nightmares for the rest of her life and the experience wasn't over yet!

Her captors helped her to survive the journey by making her drink bottled water, pushed through the bars, at regular intervals. She drank like a baby, sucking on the bottles thirstily. She and the cage were transferred from a vehicle onto an aircraft and then back to a road vehicle before eventually arriving at their destination. Katy was surprised that she arrived a sane person, for there had been some torrid moments during the journey.

The only mitigating circumstance was that she hadn't been squeezed into the other cage that sat next to her cage throughout the journey. That particular cage was smaller and the woman within was larger than Katy. Given normal circumstances, Katy would have grieved for Jasmine and shed tears at the sound of her grief-stricken crying. But nothing was normal about the creature squeezed into the tiny prison.

Katy went to Cameroon with Jasmine, supposedly to meet the woman's family and tell them about their budding relationship. The black businesswoman was a frequent flyer, but it was Katy's first trip to Africa. Jasmine, 27, was a highly successful entrepreneur in the cosmetics business and had stores in Europe and Africa. Katy, white, blonde and eight years younger than her boss, was the woman's very personal assistant.

The teenager thought she was in love with the dominatrix and enjoyed their mistress/submissive, fun relationship. But, Jasmine had groomed her in England for a specific purpose - to bring her to Africa as a bargaining chip to free her sister from slavery. The foolish woman trusted the man who enslaved her sister, but when she arrived to do the deal, the man double-crossed her. Her foolishness resulted in them both being captured and imprisoned, first in Puppy-girl suits, then in cages.

Jasmine at least had the satisfaction of seeing her wasted grotesque sister freed. The slavers had turned her into a milking Puppy and ironically, that was going to be Jasmin's fate, once she was unloaded from the cage and put to work. The woman who betrayed and used Katy was getting her just deserts and the teenager wasn't going to shed a tear for her.

Jasmine had spent 3 years in the paratrooper regiment so was better equipped to cope with the constant abuse than Katy was. The teenager wouldn't have the nerve to raise her voice to some men, let alone raise her fists and stand up to a kidnapper.

After the first abductors handed Katy over to a rebel army unit in Chad, she was beaten and constantly abused. Jasmine had come to her rescue, but only to breathe life into her plan to free her sister. So, Katy thought bitterly, she was once again caged and in the hands of a second set of kidnappers.

During the 24-hour journey, the teenager had plenty of time to think about her future. The Puppy suit was an ominous sign she was going to be treated like an animal, but it couldn't possibly be as bad as the 48 hours she spent in the hands of the mercenaries and Chadian soldiers at the army camp.

During the entire journey, her cage had been covered with a black blanket. Some light filtered through, but she was unprepared for the moment when someone finally whisked the blanket off the cage. She squeezed her eyes shut to block out the brilliant white light.

"This bitch is my kind of mutt," one of the men commented while the cage was dragged along the load space of the vehicle.

"About time we had some fresh pussy..."

"Ruuuuuuu," Katy whined in a pathetic attempt to plead for help.

"Shut, it, bitch," came the response, moments before they dumped the cage on hard compacted earth.

"Uhhh," she grunted when her body was jarred by the fall.

She lifted her eyes to take in her surroundings and was depressed by what she saw. The vehicle had parked close to a fenced compound that contained several creatures that looked like her - except their furry Puppy suits and faces were filthy. From 50 yards it was hard to tell, but because their pelts matched the suits she and Jasmine were wearing, it seemed obvious they had suffered the same fate as she had.

The stockade, constructed with stout wooden posts and metal chain link fencing, was huge. It looked as though a vast area had been cleared in the rain forest to facilitate the stockade. A wall of dense, high trees and foliage ringed the facility on the three sides she could see, creating an impenetrable natural barrier.

The pair of young black men walked around the cage peering in at her crouching figure. She had dropped her butt as low as possible, but knew her pussy and anus were visible, peeping out through a canoe shaped slot in the rear of the suit.

One of the men dropped the front of the cage. "Out, bitch, time to get some exercise."

She rose to her paws and staggered out of the mini prison, onto the dusty ground. The linen-like one-piece bodysuit she was wearing was covered in short, 0ff-white hairs and had obviously been designed to let her skin breathe. However, the tropical conditions were far beyond what she could normally cope with, so she had overheated in the cage.

"What's happening to these two, Roy?" the lad wearing red shorts asked.

"The white bitch goes into general population for now and that one..." He pointed at the cage in the back of the truck. "Is for the milk herd."

Unexpectedly, the men left her alone to stagger around, while they dragged the second, smaller cage out of the vehicle's load space. It gave the teenager a chance to look at some of the occupants in the stockade. She counted six black girls and three white, all of whom were bald, like Katy. Some had come closer to the gate to see what was going on, while others were lying on the ground resting.

The suit she was wearing covered every square inch of her body, apart from her head and that precious slot between her white thighs. Before squeezing her body into the tight garment, the men at the barn had taped her hands into fists and her shins to the back of her thighs.

When they pulled the suit on, it was such a tight fit on Katy's slim body, they had to hold the sides together and tug hard on the zip that ran from her belly button to the tight shock collar. Hard rings had been sewn into the material to allow her breasts to protrude through, but they were smaller than her tits, so after pulling the flesh through, her breasts took on a much rounder appearance.

A shock collar had been fitted to ensure Katy barked and whined like a real dog. She had been warned about its effectiveness, and having worn one before, and felt the effects, she was determined to avoid receiving painful jolts in her neck again.

The rest of the suit was cunningly designed. The paws formed over her knees and over her fists were extremely realistic and comfortable to walk on. But the slot for her pussy and anus was uncomfortable and embarrassing.

When the lads fitted the suit, they tucked her large labia lips under the reinforced edges of the slot, leaving her pink, fleshy clitoral ridge the focal point of her sex. Katy couldn't understand the motive for producing such a lewd display and felt mortified that her inner pussy flesh was constantly on display.

Katy padded around in a circle to try and make the tight suit more comfortable. While she moved awkwardly, she kept an eye on the other cage, which like her own, was simply dumped on the hard earth. Both muscular lads were only wearing shorts and sandals in the oppressive heat. Their muscles rippled and their mahogany-black skin glistened in the sunshine.

"Come on, bitch, out you come," the lad wearing red shorts ordered.

Jasmine had been pushed into the tiny cage headfirst and couldn't get far on her own, so the lads grabbed her black ass and thighs, then slid her out until her head was clear of the cage.

"Up and on your paws." The businesswoman was reluctant to move, possibly because the lads didn't look too threatening.

That changed, when after putting the cage in the van, Roy returned with a riding crop. By that time Jasmine was on her paws, stretching her limbs.

"Bitch, you need to learn and learn quick," Roy waved the crop in Jasmine's face. "I say jump, I mean it and quick!" Thwat! Thwat! Jasmine jumped forward when the lad landed two brutal blows on her rear end.

Katy cringed within her suit and tried to look eager to please when the lad in red shorts looked in her direction.

He approached her. "This wigger looks a cut above the others, Roy." He hunkered down in front of her. "Lift your head, bitch and sit."

Katy remembered the instructions she was given, soon after being forced into the Puppy suit, so she sat back, parted her thighs and lifted her hands to the sides of her bulbous tits. As a final act to impress the lad and escape being scolded, she stuck her tongue out and panted like a real puppy.

The lad's eyes almost popped out of his head. "This one already does tricks, Roy." He reached out and wrapped his huge black hands around her white breasts. "These pumpkins are firm and her pips are ripe for sucking." He dropped to his knees and couldn't resist nibbling her left nipple.

"Garry, take that bitch's tit outa yor mouth. We've got to get these bitches sorted."

He leant back. "Hold your horses, pal. I gotta check out this wigger's finger fountain." He slid his hand down, over her flat stomach, where the pelt hairs weren't so long, and dipped into the exposed flesh of her labia. "Fuck, she's hot and wet. Makes a change from some of the dogs in there."

"Ruuuu," she whimpered when he eased two fingers, up into her humid, sticky entrance.

Roy nudged him with his sandal. "Take her inside and show her the ropes. The bitch probably needs a piss. It's almost time for their dinner. I'll take this one to the dairy shed and give you a hand when I get back."

"Do you know if Mr. Douglas has a name for this bitch?" The lad continued to jag his fingers up and down in her liquified quim.

Katy was horrified when her body responded to the raw animalistic stimulation provided by the grossly crude invasive treatment. First her nipples went stiff, then her pussy began vibrating with arousal. It was too much for the teenager who began to tremble with the onset of an orgasm.

"No, we should give her a number for now. Five left last week, so give her that."

"Okay, five it is." The lad withdrew his fingers, wiped them on her fur, then pulled the front of his elasticated shorts down. His huge black, erect dick fell away from his body and pointed toward her face. "Five, lick and suck the end of that so you know your Master's scent."

Katy, terrified he would get angry if she refused, dropped to her paws and licked the dark purple plumb-like end of the lad's cock. It tasted revolting, but she preferred the taste to having her ass thrashed.

"Good, bitch," he muttered, "Now suck it hard, like a lolly-pop."

The teenager wrapped her lips around the knob end and tried her hardest to please the lad.

"A good start, bitch," Gary said, rubbing Katy's bald pate. "That'll do for now. When I call you in future, you get your ass over and pant for a suck of my dick. I want to see your tongue out so I can slap it on and slide it in your mouth. Do you understand?"

Katy would humiliate herself to avoid being beaten. "Ruff!" she responded eagerly.

He stood up and watched Roy leading Katy's ex-lover away, along a path beside the fence. Katy, who wasn't sorry to see Jasmine being taken away, dismissed the woman from her thoughts and turned her mind to her own predicament. Gary slapped the side of his red shorts and walked toward the large gate in the fence.

"Come on, bitch. Keep up with me."

He opened the gate by sliding a bolt that was at least six feet off the ground. A closed padlock was attached to it, suggesting the gate was locked at night. He pulled the gate aside - it was on rollers - and waited for Katy to trot into the compound.

The teenager was entering a barbaric facility for housing enslaved girls, all of whom had been forced to wear Puppy suits. Stranded, on her own, in the middle of an African rainforest, the teenager wondered if she was going to spend the rest of her life walking and barking like a Puppy dog...

 

 

Chapter Two

 

It was a depressing sight to see about ten girls, all wearing either black or white Puppy suits. They had come to greet the lad and were sitting in a wide arc with their tongues literally hanging out. Every girl's tits were larger and more bulbous than Katy's, and more frighteningly, their nipples were huge and erect.

The girls were either well-trained or they hadn't been fed for a while, for they sat staring quietly at Gary. The lad ignored them while he closed the gate and took a riding crop off a peg by the gatepost. When Katy plonked her ass down on the dusty ground, several of the girls gave her the once over, before returning their attention to the lad.

He used the crop to point at Katy, then across to the far corner of the yard. "Five..." She was going to have to get used to being called a number. "...crap and piss over there on the drain. If you're caught shitting anywhere else in the compound, your ass will be flayed."

He pointed to a wooden cabin on the right that had a board walk and rail, like a cabin out of a western. In front of the rail stood a long, low bench with about 12 stainless-steel dog bowls lined up on the surface.

"That's where you eat, twice a day. One bowl for each bitch. If you don't eat your food, you'll be thrashed until you do. There's also plenty of water in large buckets around the compound."

He pointed to a long low shelter, open to the elements on the side looking into the compound. "That's where you sleep. The straw is changed once a week so no shitting or pissing in there. No drinking bitch milk. If we catch you sucking on a tit, you'll be thrashed. You'll be working after lunch for a couple of hours, probably on sludge duty, because the tank is almost full."

He pointed in the direction of the corner again, then continued. "Rutting sessions are normally three times a day, after the Puppy-boys return from patrol. When your name is called, come running or you'll be thrashed for being slow." He put his hands on his hips and scowled at her, so she rose to her paws and turned to go. "By the time you've had a shit," he added. "Lunch will be ready, Now git!" Thwat!

"Ruf!" Katy yelped when the lad landed a stinger on her ass.

The blow was uncalled for and was painful enough to bring a tear to the teenager's eye. Katy had only taken a few steps, when first one black girl, then another climbed to their paws and followed her. The teenager hurriedly made a beeline for the toilet, but the Puppy-girls soon caught up with her.

As Katy took in her surroundings, she began to appreciate the layout of the vast compound. It appeared to be divided into four equal sized, separate squares. A slatted tall fence separated two yards from the other two. she couldn't see clearly what was going on beyond the fence unless she went close to it.

The next-door compound was empty, but appeared to have all the same facilities, cabin, rest area and latrine, as in the Puppy-girl compound. Her unwanted escort trotted along beside her and when she slowed, they continued on to the latrine.

Katy got the first view of the girl's asses and their huge cunts, which bulged obscenely from between the back of their thighs. Their suits were different from Katy's, in that the whole of their lips were visible through a larger slot.

Katy was used to sucking and lapping her black girlfriend's pussy, but it was small compared to the pair of Puppy-girls she was following. There was the glint of metal at the base of their salmon pink, meaty clitoral ridges but Katy couldn't see if they were clamped or had an adornment attached.

When Katy arrived in the corner, the stench of poo and urine was strong, but the black girls didn't seem to notice. Several small four-wheel carts were assembled by a gate in the fence. They looked like kid's toys, but the pair of shafts at the front suggested they had a sinister purpose.

The black girls turned and backed up a foot, until their asses were over the open drain. "Ruff!" the bigger girl barked and pointed at the space between them.

She was an attractive girl, but her black pelt and face were covered in dust and grime. The other girl was in a similar state, as was the rest of the bunch who had stayed up near the entrance and cabin. The message appeared to be, take a dump with them, as if they wanted to befriend her. Katy was so desperate for a crap she did as the girl suggested and squatted between them.

A long wooden board had been set in concrete on the edge of a ditch which had been dug in a crude circle that passed through, and under the wire of all four compounds. Polythene sheeting formed the base of the ditch and it looked as though large buckets of water were used to wash the sewage away into a storage tank beneath one of the compounds.

It was a crude system and meant that raw feces remained in open view until someone washed them away. Katy couldn't wait to get off the plank and trot back to the main entrance, but the pair of black girls had other ideas.

"Ruff," the larger girl barked, once Katy was on her paws.

The girl had an aggressive expression on her face and patted her front right paw on the ground.

The teenager looked down and saw that she had written a line of bold letters in the dust - 'LICK MY CUNNY'.

"Ruuuuuum," Katy whined and pointed toward the cabin.

The smaller girl stepped forward and cuffed Katy around the head. "Ruff, ruff!"

"Ruuuuuu," the teenager complained, but the girls stood their ground and looked menacing.

With only the latrine behind her, the youngster was trapped. They edged forward as though they were considering pushing her in the sewage. Lapping pussy was familiar territory for Katy, but she was annoyed that the girls had ganged up on her the second she arrived in the compound. Looking up, the lads were nowhere to be seen and all the other Puppy-girls were sitting, staring at the cabin.