<strong>Candy, Dog Cages<br/></strong><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"Oui. You are quite correct. Clever doggie! You do not belong here. Which is why I have decided to take you out. We will begin with a nice walk outside around the pool, nothing too strenuous and we will spend some quality time getting to know one another. Up, now, out you come."</strong> <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A walk? A WALK? Was she expecting me to crawl around like a dog? To crawl on all fours? No, No, I couldn't, I.. I wouldn't... My mouth began to open, to utter some utterly feeble complaint, but the woman in front of me was already talking to another person I couldn't see.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>..though usually most people use a thermometer to anally take a dog's temperature... you Laurenne always liked to be different. Are you sure a finger is enough? Won't you use your fist again today?"</strong> </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Oh Gods. Anal temperature reading? One of these... these monsters... used their fingers, their<em>fists</em>? I shuddered, my eyes darting up as the cage was suddenly opened, a man roughly dragging me out of the cage. I tried to resist, but it was a pathetic attempt- he was too strong, and I too weak, lacking the true resolve to fight back. In seconds a leash was clipped to my collar. Though I couldn't see the collar gripping about my neck, I saw the leash; it was a soft pink. I whimpered, my tongue forced to loll out again, the heat from my body only raised by the burning shame and humiliation I was currently feeling. I'd already been leashed up, and hadn't even fought back in the slightest. I didn't look up as I heard the rustle of papers above me, but did lift my head a fraction as the woman spoke again.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> "I am going to get to know Candy here out at the poolside. Feel free to join me if you wish. If not, how about dinner later, in the dining room?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Candy... Candy... my new name. I wanted to yell out, to scream out and tell them it was Melissa, Melissa May Stevenson, not Candy, not Candy you sick bastards! But I remained silent, save for my soft pants. I didn't have the courage to say a word, terrified at what they might do to me if I spoke out of turn, let alone scream and shout. I felt a tug on the leash, my head jerking slightly to the left.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Come on Candy! Heel! Walkies!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>So this was it. I was Candy. I was given an order given only to dogs. And I hadn't done a thing to stop them. I resisted for a second, letting her tug for a moment or two. It was the best I could do.<br/><br/><em>"Having trouble, Ms. Prideux?"</em>came a voice from across the room, a male voice, approaching slowly. I trembled, sure it must have been one of the trainers. I started to move, following the woman... this Ms. Prideux. Each step, each movement forward only increased the feeling of humiliation, of complete and utter humiliation, beyond anything I'd ever felt. All it had taken was a simple question from a trainer and I was obeying. As I crawled after her, head bowed down, tongue out, my breasts swinging, I had to speak. I couldn't remain silent any longer.<br/><br/><strong>"Please.. Please Miss.. Miss Prideux..."</strong>I stammered, struggling to get the pronunciation correct.<strong>"My breasts.. my.. my pussy,</strong>(it hurt to say the word aloud)<strong>they're hurting.. What.. what happened to me?" </strong>I asked timidly, face still facing the floor, hoping the worst that would happen would be to have my question ignored.