ANTHONY with CANDY - Arriving<br/><br/>The normal 15 minute ride from the club stretched to half an hour as the van got caught up in the growing afternoon traffic of commuters attempting to race home, and get an early start on a long, and what promised to be a sunny and warm weekend.  Anthony passed the time reading through Candy's paperwork, much of it lies, and forgeries, but the physical alterations to her body appeared to be honestly detailed.  Surgeries, tail and ear budding, nerve regeneration, heightened senses breast enhancement, (and the bitch was given a lovely set of tits, firm and full, with dark reddish, and prominent nipples.  Something his brother would enjoy immensely, the man had something of a tit fetish).  Her license, which was something that purported to save both he and his brother from the threat of the collection squads, though in reality, the wealthy were rarely subject to such things.  There was, of course, no mention of her previous identity.  She was identified throughout by a 5 digit number, which mirrored the one on a tiny RFID chip allegedly implanted at the back of her neck.  Though it had been implanted, it was also later removed prior to her being shipped to Monaco.  Monsieur Marc did not like the idea of his odd little hobby being so easily tracked.<br/><br/>The van finally turned off the main artery, and traffic thinned considerably, as it wound it's way along the picturesque harbor, and finally turned into the broad drive of his building.  White faced, and tall at fifteen stories, the apartment was high enough to mute the sounds of the city, and provide stunning views of the wealthy, sprawling city.  Dropping the van's rear lift, his driver wheeled the dollied crate out, and followed Anthony inside, as he gave a wave to the doorman, who'd already propped open the wide glass doors at their approach.  It took a swipe of a magnetic card to access the top two floors of the building, the 15th, which held the penthouse apartments, and below that, the private pools, and communal hot tub, and open lounge for parties.  Something that the two bitches would soon be introduced too.  After smoothly carrying Anthony, and his crated puppy to the top floor, the doors slid open to the upper lobby, tastefully decorated, with smooth, brightly polished marble floors.<br/><br/>He could smell the flowery scent of ginger even before opening the door, and stood to the side, as his driver wheeled Candy's crate inside.  Apparently Mimi was being given her punishment, evident not just by the scent of ginger, but by the whimpered cries that emanated  from the terrace.<strong>"Here is fine"</strong>, he nodded to the driver, and stood back while Candy's crate was opened, and the still unconscious bitch was gently slid out, and laid on the floor.  He signed the delivery slip, and dropped Candy's papers on the table before showing the driver out, and quietly closing the thick front door.  They'd replaced all the interior doorknobs from the lever style favored throughout most of Europe, to round ones, making it all but impossible for curious little bitches to wander where they weren't allowed.  It would also serve to make the two bitches that much more dependent on the two brothers, even to gain access to their cages, or the gated fake grass, (and self cleaning), pet area they'd installed on the far corner of the terrace.<br/><br/>Walking into his room, (Randall, by virtue of being their first, claimed the master suite long before Anthony had arrived), he stripped, laying his clothes across his bed, and slipped on a simple pair of comfortable shorts, that could quickly be removed if Mimi needed attention.....or Candy.  She was still out as he returned, closing his door, and stepping carefully over her.  He paused, kneeling, and examined her, then lightly slapped her face, and was pleased when she moaned, and tried to open her eyes.  She managed to stare straight ahead for a moment before her eyes gradually closed again.  It wouldn't be long.  Walking out to the terrace, he found his older brother busily raping Mimi's mouth, as the pretty young bitch struggled, squirmed, and cried around, and gagged on the thick cock being driven into her tortured throat.