<strong><em>Starshine</em> - Dog cages</strong><br/><br/>The television was blaring loud enough to drown out the arguments in the background, and the soft illumination of it cast a long wide glow over the living room floor. All the while cartoon figures moved about like marionettes without strings, keeping a little girl rapt with anticipation. It was me there, on that plush carpet that I drove insistently through my fingertips.  I always think back fondly upon the squishy under padding and the tree-line of thick upward rising strands as my tiny frame rocked back and forth against it to the tune of out place orchestra music.<br/><br/>“And so, Terry the Traffic light got his wish, and was bothered by no one ever again”<br/><br/>There was some moral within the story that had escaped me at the time, though it was clearly visible that Terry was not as happy living on the moon as he had thought he would be. In the end though, it hardly mattered to the me as a little girl, I had only ended up watching it because Chelsey the wonder dog was on just after it.<br/><br/>I remember being like a moth to soft illumination provided by the television set, my body twisting and swaying in anticipation as the opening sequence blared over my sensitive ears.<br/><br/>“The adventures of Chelsey the wonder dog!”<br/><br/>If I wriggled myself any closer to the screen, I would have been in the show.  While it was that every episode followed the same formula, I was completely captured and interested at the edge seat to discover how the beautiful Chelsey would save the day.  For a while,  I had even wanted to be like Chelsey when I grew up - though my parents were quick to set me straight.<br/><br/>My mother had set with me for a few episodes, though when it came to the end, and Chelsey’s owner Celeste would let her spend time with her true love, a handsome thick shouldered dark skinned dog - she would usually leave the room in a fluster.  When she didn’t completely turn it off and call it sick filth.<br/><br/>It hardly made sense to me at the time, but I guess I was too young to realize what was going really going on in around all the arguments and shouting that took place between my parents, and sometimes the neighbour from further down the lane.<br/><br/>Not that it mattered, as camera didn’t focus long on actual meat of the sex anyway, it usually ended shortly after Chelsey was mounted her thick framed mate that brought a bright flush to her cheeks and amused chuckles from the onlookers.<br/><br/>“Even Chelsey needs a good bone now and then!”<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>I felt groggy as the dream faded into a blurry reality where my cheek was crushed to cold floor of a metal cage by booted foot planted firmly on my neck “Can you believe this?” A voice bellowed over the sound of flipping paper “Just when I thought I had heard and seen everything!”<br/><br/>“Who fucking cares?” A voice behind me brought me aware of his presence just as he slammed his hardened cock into my defenceless cunt “Like it matters how they get here, they all get lobotomized and shipped off to some pet store anyway” He grunted with effort, and started a steady pace of quick hard thrusts before continuing “ Hurry up and stuff her mouth full of cock, or fuck the girl in the next cage, it creeps me out when you sit there gawking at me the whole time”<br/><br/>The other one gave a little laugh and replaced his foot with hands in my hair, dragging my head forward and slamming his manhood passed the thick ring gag that had been settled between my lips to prevent any accidental injuries. I counted my small favours that it wasn’t long enough to slip into my throat, but still gagged and choked as drove insistently against the back of my tongue. “Make it quick, we’re supposed to be hosing down some other bitch before her operation”<br/><br/>When they finished with me, I was drooling their cum from two holes and laying curled on my side as little aftershocks of climax rolled over me.  I knew it was wrong, almost every part of my being knew this was wrong, and nothing else to be home beneath my covers in a world that treated me like a person with choices of her own.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, it was only almost every part.<br/><br/>I don’t remember the operations, they seemed to fall between a series of increasingly humiliating rapes that all but died off overtime as new girls were brought in. Much to the distraught of my sopping hole. Near the end, I was crawling out of my skin for release, though I had figured something in my papers made it a little too boring for them to continue.<br/><br/>I remember being given a parting fuck though, as he told me to push my ass against the crate and he simply slipped his cock through the bars and rutted me till my cunt filled with his cum. The little window flipped closed spanking my bottom before sending me off to the destination as the medication began to take hold and drove me into another deep and restless slumber.<br/><br/>Most of the trip was a blur, if I did wake up at all, it was only momentary until I was dragged back under.  For a while, I thought I’d never wake up, as dreams of events and memories bubbled to the surface, though never enough that anything in particular took tangible focus.  It was hard to even remember how it all came to be,  and where I’d been caught.<br/><br/>Had I been caught?<br/><br/>I blinked, long after the sounds had stopped around me.  As I pushed myself upward, the very first thing I felt was the brush of my ears against the top of a new cage as they twitched and ducked close to my head to avoid the sensation.<br/><br/>Atop my head?<br/><br/>I blinked again, and drove my hands upward only to see paws where once my hands had been.  My heart raced, and breath paused until I could feel the flex of my fingers beneath them, trapped inside the cage of decorative fabric.<br/><br/>In the moment of fear I had felt muscles tensing, and a tail sweeping up between my parted thighs. I thought I’d never look away, staring at it down as it slowly coaxed itself backward and began a sudden side to side swishing and clapping against metal aluminium walls.<br/><br/>The larger details of my situation seemed slower to come into light, the powerful waves of arousal, the vivid smell of thick male scent and drooling manhood’s on opposing sides from the same walls my furry tail collided with.<br/><br/>I was in heat, and as I focused into it, it sucked me downward and brought me back to the thought of Chelsey.<br/><br/>“Even Amanda needs a good bone now and then!”<br/><br/>I blushed at the thought of it, my eyes wide as it all filtered into my brain at once.  My eyes wide and dragging in every moment and detail of the room afforded to me by the opening of the cage. Most of all, I was thinking, I was still thinking as I remember thinking when I was a person. My heart was pounding in my chest as my arms planted paws between my parted legs and I gently rocked my needy cunt against the backs of my limbs.<br/><br/>It was the image of Chelsey getting fucked, it and every last lewd thing that I had ever seen or done pounding into my brain until it was simply mush with one goal in mind.  I whimpered out and trembled as short panted breaths pushed passed my lips.<br/><br/>I felt insane.<br/><br/>I felt stupid.<br/><br/>Most of all, I searched into the recesses of my mind to find out how this had happened and found nothing I could grab onto. I only wanted one thing - and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t give it to myself.<br/>