<strong>Candy, Dog cages</strong><br/><br/>The woman walked away without another word, leaving all my questions... or at least, my vaguely muttered questions, unanswered. I sat quietly in the cage, slowly trying to come to terms with the bombshell she'd dropped on me. Dogs with free thinking minds. Dogs who couldn't escape, not unless they wanted to suffer a lobotomy and complete the transformational process upon capture. As much as the idea of being blissfully ignorant appealed to me, I'd never be able to voluntarily give myself up, to hand in my sanity like the metaphorical towel. The rational thinking part of me starting to boot into gear. Disobey whatever these bastards asked for, and be punished or lobotomized. Try to escape, and get lobotomized for sure. Obey, and.. and... I gulped at the very idea, of obeying any rules, just like a common mutt. My shoulders slowly began to slump as I fought back tears. I knew I was too much of a coward to fight back. One way or another, I knew I;d do as they said, as inevitable as the tides of the sea. I knew I'd resist, at least initially, but they'd break me, I just knew it. I huddled up, whimpering as I felt my tail for the first time, pressed up against my rear.<br/><br/>Within minutes, or maybe even hours, I didn't know, I heard more footsteps. By then, I was whimpering continuously. My breasts were aching painfully and I was sweltering hot, having to pant now and then to relieve the heat. To make matters worse my pussy was drenched and aching for relief I couldn't provide, images of the boy dog next to me, fucking me in every way possible, filling my mind like poison. I barely noticed the figure kneeling in front of my cage.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"<em>Bonjour toutou</em>, Candy. Oh. I see you are an American puppy. So I will speak English with you.</strong> <strong>And just delivered today. Have you been a doggie long or is this all wonderful and new to you?"</strong> <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I looked up slowly at the woman, my mouth opening a fraction. Candy? Was that what they were calling me? She must be.. I had no idea anymore. I remained silent for a few moments, before I began to speak, my voice soft, close to breaking down.<br/><br/><strong>"I.. who are you? What am I doing here?"</strong>I asked weakly, turning my eyes to the well dressed lady knelt before me.<strong> "I don't belong here... please, I.. I.. I'm hurting so bad, I can't stand it much longer..." </strong>I ended with a pathetic whimper, the pain in my breasts and pussy reaching a point where I couldn't ignore them any longer. All I wanted was to be back to normal, with no pains or humiliations forced upon me.<br/>