Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES<br/><br/>A pair of attendants had entered, and between them were supporting a nearly unconscious bitch.  Ah, one of the new puppies.  Had someone gotten a little rough, a little too soon?  I gave Mimi a warning swat to her rump with my hand, and turned to question the two, as I directed them to place the bitch on an empty exam table.  A brief exam revealed she was suffering from a combination of Post Conversion Stress, and dehydration.  Something not unusual in new arrivals.<strong>"Take her to the medical cages, ensure she gets plenty of water, and rest.  I want her monitored, and any changes reported to me."</strong>I dismissed them with a wave, and turned my attention back to Mimi.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://images.adultemart.com/ps/pb/S0416bb.jpg)</div><br/>Crouching and slouching!  I'd set my paddle down when I'd started to prepare the four syringes she would need, and used my hand to swat at her, tugging, pulling, and pushing her back into her 'standing' position.<strong>"Like this.  You are an extraordinary, and special little puppy, you will conduct yourself appropriately." </strong>I shoved her knees a bit further apart, then tugged at her tail, until she raised it.<strong>"Head too, up!  Yes, like that.  This is how you stand!"</strong>I tore open a sterile wipe, and swabbed each cheek of her bottom, then slapped, stabbed, slapped, stabbed, on each cheek, darting the needles into her flesh, and pressing the plungers home.<strong>"See?  So easy.  Almost done.  Naughty little thing."</strong>The spent syringes were tossed into their marked receptacle, and I proceeded with her brief physical examination, vaginal first, since I knew it would torment the poor thing horribly.<br/><br/>Two fingers, twisted into her glistening wet canal, with a growled warning to remain still, and with the fingers of my left hand, I probed, just above her pubic bone, and finding the top of her uterus, I pushed against it, until I felt her cervix press against my fingers.  Well formed, normal.  As expected.  The conversion labs, especially when providing dogs for Monsieur Marc, who demanded only the finest newly converted dog flesh, were only too happy to comply, thanks to the extra money that changed hands, and they rarely, if ever sent anything that could have been considered sub standard, or even standard.   And this specimen was superb.  A rather distant, and studied expression stole across her face as I probed her with twisting, probing fingers.<strong>"This you like, I think."</strong>I gave her a little understanding nod, and shunted my fingers in and out of her wet doggy sex several times, enough to catch her attention, and maybe understand a little of what she could be given.<br/><br/><strong>"Pity, little one, that you were so bad.  Now you will have to go without such nice feelings."</strong><br/><br/>Anal was next.  One finger, wet from the weeping sex between her legs, twisted into her puckered hole.  Tight, internally smooth, and blemish free.  Again, no surprise.  I slid my finger in and out of her clenching anus a few times, before withdrawing, and leaving her unsatisfied again.  Her external examination revealed a delightful surprise.  Her clitoris was magnificent!<strong>"Look at this!"</strong>Magnificent not only in it's size, truly a wonder, but by it's pink, almost red color, engorged, and no doubt torturing the quivering bitch with desire.  I pinched that sensitive button between finger and thumb,<strong>"If I learn that you have been attempting to bring yourself pleasure again, without permission, I will put a ring through this.  I promise you, Mimi, it will hurt."</strong>I gave a vicious little squeeze, then wiping the girl juice that soaked my hands on her rump, I finished my exam.<br/><br/>I scribbled a few notes to myself in her chart, then dropped it into the "completed" basket fixed against the wall.<strong>"I will take you out shortly.  Until I do, stay."</strong><br/><br/>There was, I think, only one other new arrival still unexamined.  I snapped the long leash off of Mimi's collar, leaving her perched on her exam table, and headed back to the kennel.<strong>"And you are..."</strong>I leaned forward to read the card on the front of the dog's cage,<strong>"...Scamp!  You've been a very good dog.  Quiet, and well behaved."</strong>I retrieved, and read through the chart I'd dropped on top of his cage earlier.  few modifications, most inoculations were already given, he'd need only Plague, and Yellow Fever.<strong>"Now then, out you come.  Continue to behave, and perhaps you'll be given a treat!"</strong>I didn't wait, but instead reached into his cage, and hooked my hand around his collar, pulled him out, and snapped the leash to his collar.<br/><br/>