MIMI - THE CAGES<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MimiAvatar.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Unknown<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Age: Unknown. Approximately 19<br/>Date of Birth: Unknown<br/>Height: 5' 2"<br/>Weight: 113lbs BMI: 19.6<br/>Blood Group: A<br/>Measurements: 81C, 56, 84 (32C, 22, 33)<br/>Hair Colour: Golden brown (mod. 17 Jun 20XX) Loose, collar length, full of body<br/>Pubic hair: Nil<br/>Eye Colour: Brown<br/>Piercings: Nipples, clitoris hood, inner labia (x2)<br/>Skin: Tanned, clear. Welsh Corgi toning applied 17 Jun 20XX.<br/>Infections: None (mild tearing of sphincter noted 16 Jun 20XX; probably rape during storage)<br/>Hymen: Broken (someone has scrawled 'and fucking tight she was too!' after this)<br/>Allergies: None<br/>Processed Through Surgery On: 11 Jun 20XX<br/>Inspection Check: 17 Jun 20XX – OK<br/>Inoculations: Distemper/Parvo combo; Rabies; Kennel Cough - 13 Jun 20XX – OK<br/>(boosters req’d @ 8wks / 16wks / 12wks post-surgery)<br/><br/>Additional processing: HAE 200%, surgical trimming to clit hood. Clit engorged 250%, Welsh Corgi pigmentation, lactation increase 150%, titties B to C cup, nipples engorged 200%, pigmentation enhanced.<br/><br/>"Would make a great Love Dog" was written at the bottom.<br/><br/>Thus read the identity card that was tagged around my left wrist with a nylon friction tie.<br/><br/>A few weeks ago I was a Tokyo Koinu Art College student innocently leaving classes one day when the capture squads stunned me and took me away in the dog pound truck for modification.<br/><br/>In the truck was a nightmare. A hellish... hellish nightmare. I think the whole truck crew of five men each used me twice...<br/><br/>Drugged unconscious I underwent surgery on my ears and tail and other body modifications were done. Like these rings that pierce my most feminine places and what they have done between my legs...! I don't know but its scary. I found myself in the holding pen labelled "Awaiting brain/vocal chord Surgery". However that never happened. An attendant came and dragged me by a leash to another cage marked "Recovery Pens". I don't know why.<br/><br/>Thus I skipped right past the surgical procedures that would have taken away my voice and mind and free will.<br/><br/>When the drugs wore off I found myself, completely self-aware and in a large cage with about twenty other naked young women with ears and tails. It took me just seconds to discover that I too had dog ears and a tail and not many more to realise that the naked young girls all around me were different from me.<br/><br/>They were not human females. They were canine bitches.<br/><br/>They lay about sleeping or growling or jumping up at the bars but I, who instantly remembered my name and date of birth realised at once that something was seriously wrong when I had no urge to behave as the other dogs. I had no urge to jump up at the bars when attendants went by or urinate or defecate in the litter trays provided, nor to sniff the other bitches' rears or eat the food provided. I also found that I was meeker than the others, I got at the water bowls a few times but found it a struggle as the others fought harder than I was inclined to.<br/><br/>I knew I wasn’t a dog. I knew I was still a girl. I sat quietly in a corner with my knees drawn up and arms across my body, hiding my nakedness which was shameful. For two days I simply starved, surviving only on water and being filled with a burning shame when I was forced to go to the toilet against my will at the back of the cage.<br/><br/>From time to time pet shop dealers or agents buying on behalf of clients would come into the holding pen, select one or more bitches and take them away.<br/><br/>On the third day, I was selected. A man whom I didn’t know and didn’t care about came for me and five others, two bitches and three dogs and put us in a truck, the bitches in one cage, the dogs in the other.<br/><br/>That hour long drive was a dreadful ordeal as the other five animals were constantly trying to get at each other to mate, but I saw them only as teenage girls and boys and I became distraught. It was a pitiful sight, not least because I had only a few times in my life seen a naked boy, and here were three of them, all with hard erections trying to reach through the cage bars to get at me, snarling and yelping and growling.<br/><br/>The truck stopped and I was dragged out and led to a wooden crate. A gag was forced into my mouth and my arms - I mean<em>front legs</em>were cuffed together, my ankles also. I was hefted over to a wooden packing crate that lay on a bench, one side of it let down.<br/><br/>"This one's tasty," a voice said, a workman who was handling me. I groaned as his fingers cruelly went between my legs and another hand mauled my chest.<br/><br/>"You're right. Very pretty. Let's fuck her now, we've time. Akimoto-san just went to lunch."<br/><br/>"Are you sure?"<br/><br/>"Sure I'm sure. Me first."<br/><br/>I grunted and cried out behind the gag as he took me, hard and quickly and cruelly as I lay bound on my side on the table. My knees were drawn up and together and he used me from behind, thrusting hard making me cry out and finishing quickly. What surprised me was how wet I was and how easily he went in. The second man then had me too and he was bigger and more brutal still, slapping my behind as he thrust and I rocked back and forth on my side. It was no good, at the end as he finished and I felt him tense and groan I felt excitement in my own body though I did not finish.<br/><br/>"There. Some nice cum running out of her will keep her happy on the flight."<br/><br/>"Some lucky bastard's going to be pleased with her, she's a nice little puppy is that one."<br/><br/>"Well, no matter how nice they are for the customers, we get to fuck them all first, every one of them."<br/><br/>The men laughed. They pushed me into the crate, stuffed padding all around me and connected a big water bottle with a hose to my gag. Upon sucking at the gag I found I could draw water up the straw. I looked up wide-eyed in fear and alarm as the side and lid of the packing case were put on and the<em>bang-bang-bang-bang</em>of a nail gun sealing it filled my head. I tried to cry out, to beg them not to seal me in but my grunts and moans and frantic thumping on the box with my heels went unanswered.<br/><br/>"Shouldn't they drug them up for long haul flights?"<br/><br/>"Usually, but this one is a special order. Nice airport. The customer wants them conscious for the full fifteen hours. It messes with their heads I suppose."<br/><br/>The voices faded away.<br/><br/>I went on an aeroplane. It did indeed take ages though I had no idea how long. I panicked and kicked the box for a while then just lay there in a mixed up state of mind, afraid and yet worried. My sex was burning. I was feeling horny, I knew that feeling well enough, having had a few boyfriends. I like sex, I always have done but what confused me was why I would want it now when I was afraid, packed in a hot stuffy crate...<br/><br/><em>Fifteen hours...</em><br/><br/>I woke up from a fitful doze to hear the roaring sound of jet engines die off. After another age of bumps and thuds and scrapings and a weird swinging motion and then some sliding about in what I could hear was the back of a truck there was a final thud, some knocks and the splintering of nails being drawn from wood. I squeezed my eyes shut as daylight flooded my box.<br/><br/>There were voices, men and a woman, but I could not understand them at all. Their language was fast and furious and had lots of rough sounds in it and hissy noises. It was not English because I was taught that at school and knew a little. Nice. Where was Nice? In Europe. I had been bought by an owner in Europe. I would not know his or her language, but that was not a problem. I was a dog, though something had gone badly wrong and I could still think, but it would help me feign ignorance if I didn't understand what was being said. I would bide my time, be obedient and try to escape at the first opportunity.<br/><br/>But then what? Where would I go? How could I do anything? I had no papers, no money, no clothes, no way to get work...<br/><br/>I was lifted from the crate by strong arms and set on a table. It was like a medical inspection table at a doctors room. Around me were mirrors, instruments a computer. A man in a white coat inspected me, he undid my bindings and removed the gag. I gasped, my jaw ached like anything. He lifted my arms and legs inspecting the joints and muscles, he checked my eyes, ears, nose and mouth. He tapped a rubber hammer on my leg to find a reflex and he inspected my breasts and the piercings in my poor nipples - when he touched them I felt small tingles of pleasure and whimpered. He made a sound and then squeezed my breasts, massaging them repeatedly. I rolled my eyes and moaned more. It felt so good! My teats hardened instantly and began to ache so bad. Then he made a sound and I looked down to see him massaging away and milk squirting from me! How did that happen? Was I pregnant? My God! He stopped touching me and I almost moaned in protest as the nice feeling stopped. What was wrong with me? I was really messed up. I liked it when boys took charge in the bedroom, I was meek like that and enjoyed them saying what they wanted and me giving it but why was I still so hot and needy down below? And making milk. I just became more confused and frightened.<br/><br/>The man pushed gloved fingers into me down below, front and back, making me moan and squirm more. He made a disgusted annoyed sound. I saw the rubber gloved fingers leave me with the men's stain on them from Tokyo airport. A nozzle went in my sex and a hot water douche cleaned me out. I gasped and wiggled on the table. The nozzle was then pushed into my behind and I gasped louder.<br/><br/><strong>"Aaahhay!"</strong>I bit my lip to not talk but then my eyes went wide as hot water rushed into my bottom too!<strong>"Oh! Nyuu! Nnnn!"</strong>I was filling... filling and filling! It felt so weird yet... I'm ashamed to say it wasn't all horrible. The man took the nozzle out and stared at me. His hand massaged my round belly and he made impatient noises. I wasn't going to let go across the floor of the room! What did he think I was? The man just shrugged and pushed the nozzle back in, holding it in me as more water flooded me. I began to writhe on the table, moaning and crying in pain as my belly became so full! He wasn't going to make me was he? Not here? Surely!<br/><br/>It became too much for me. I shut my eyes and with a load groan of shame and a gasp of sheer relief I pushed and heard the water and other things gush out. I lay there, my face and chest flushed with acute embarrassment. The man made noises that I could understand were kind 'there, there, isn't that much better' sorts of sounds. I nodded, agreeing that I was glad that was over.<br/><br/>The man talked with a woman who came in also wearing a white coat. They laughed and he made notes on a computer pad with a stylus. The woman urged me off the table and I found it easy to crawl and move as a dog, very comfortable in fact. Smiling at me and giving my behind a hearty spank she tugged on my leash and I crawled naked apart from my golden orange paws and thigh highs after her out of a door way and past a row of other doors on my right. She turned through one of these into a room. My eyes went wide! Cages, two rows of them, each a small cube big enough for one dog. I could hear a voice calling out, a girl. I knew some English but not enough to understand what she was saying.<br/><br/>I was put into a cage between two male dogs. I glanced quickly at them and turned my face away in shame. They were naked too of course and had big... big... boy parts. I knelt down near the back of my cage and wanted to cry, except that I had such an intense feeling of blossoming girl-heat between my thighs It was intense. I wanted to touch myself, to play with myself yet was too ashamed to because the boys on both sides would see me. The girl two cages along was still calling out. She sounded upset and afraid.<br/><br/>At the back of my cage was a futon, a water bowl, a bowl of biscuits and a litter tray. I lay on the futon and curled up on my side. I wished the girl would be quiet... Wait. Quiet? She was talking!<br/><br/><strong>"Hey! Hello! You can talk! Me too! Hey! It's okay, be quiet I'm sure just yelling won't help."</strong>Of course I spoke in Japanese. She would not understand me. I still bounded to the front of the cage though and gripped the square mesh trying to see her in the cage two along.