[EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 17:17:09</strong>
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				OH MY DOG!<br><br>An alternative parallel of our world set in contemporary times but with one major change to human history that stems from events at the time of the industrial revolution of the mid to late 1700s.<br><br><hr><br>Monaco, playground of the obscenely wealthy, a high society with a dark underbelly.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MonacoView.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The marina, hotels and hillsides made famous by Grand Prix motor racing.</span><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/CAE-GardensPool.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Les Club des Affaires Étrangères or CAE. A view from the private apartments looking down over the pool<br>and gardens. The red-roofed building houses the dining room and lounge bar. To the left the lower longer<br>building houses the cages and training rooms.</span><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ForeignersClubPlanv2.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Plan of the CAE (not to scale). The arrow indicates the point-of-view of the photograph above it. The lower edge of the<br>plan faces the sea (south east).</span><br><br>1 - Main Entrance<br>2 - Security<br>3 - Reception<br>4 - Reception Managers Office<br>5 - Lounge and Bar<br>6 - Bar<br>7 - Dining Room<br>8 - Kitchens<br>9 - Kitchen Stores<br>10 - Kitchen Delivery Entrance<br>11 - Poolside Bar and Buffet<br>12 - Male and Female Changing<br>13 - Residents Private Entrance<br>14 - Palm Lounge (glass roofed, colonial wicker furniture)<br>15 - Main Garden Entrance<br>16 - Dog Cages (Staff accommodation over)<br>17 - Owner Inspection Area and Indoor Run<br>18 - Dog Training, Treatment, Grooming and Punishment (Staff accommodation over). Head Trainers Office, Inspection Tables.<br>19 - Dog Trainers Door to Garden<br>20 - Trainers Vestibule to Play Lounge<br>21 - Dog and Dog Supplies Delivery (Staff accommodation over)<br>22 - Delivery Truck Yard<br>23 - Milking Shed<br>24 - Private Apartment - Monsieur Marc (private doors to access gardens, kitchens and side street)<br>25 - Sun Patio with loungers, tables, trees. Al fresco dining also.<br>26 - Pool<br>27 - Gardens<br>28 - The Play Room. While dogs may be abused anywhere on the premises, the Play Room is where the more serious organised group abuses take place. It has numerous comfortable sofas and tables, a central circular stage, various items of torture and bondage equipment and a small number of private dungeons that can be rented by the hour.<br>29 - Residents rooms, suites and apartments.<br><br>NOTE THAT THIS THREAD COVERS ONLY ROOMS 16-17-18-19-20-21, THE MAIN DOG AREAS OF THE CLUB.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 08:33:46</strong>
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				<strong>Scamp</strong><br><br>The pet called 'Scamp' comes to in his cage, groaning softly. The cages are uncomfortable, but less so than a shipping crate - or at least less dark, and oppressively hot. He stretches as well as the cramped cube and the perpetual bondage the pets were kept in allowed. Whimpering at his rumbling stomach and the dryness in his throat, he looks around at his companions. Some are new arrivals, like him, some older, more experienced pets. It seems they often alternate boy and girl dogs - perhaps to keep them from fighting? Or to keep the pets both comforted and frustrated by the presence of the opposite gender so close, but inescapably separated through the bars of their cages.
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 18:10:03</strong>
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				<strong>CANDY, Dog cages</strong><br><br><em>Silence. Finally, silence.<br><br>An unmarked collection van, a day early.<br>Two uniformed men.<br>Blackness.<br><br>Dimmed shadows, muffled noises.<br>A hypodermic needle, searing, temporary pain.<br>More blackness.<br><br>Wood, straw. A crate.<br>Something in my mouth. Hard, round, plastic. Uncomfortable.<br>Never fully awake, never fully asleep. Always drifting restlessly.<br>Splintering wood. Pounding heat. Fresh air.<br>Light.<br><br>More needles, blinding lamps, stifled laughter.<br>Unconsciousness.<br><br>Semi-consciousness. More laughter. Movement.<br>Darkness, metal, more noise. Then, silence.<br>Finally, silence.</em><br><br><strong><em>Consciousness!</em></strong><br><br>I awoke with a start, letting out a gasp, much like that of a drowning person's, dragged up to the life sustaining oxygenated surface. It was the first time I'd felt truly awake since... well, I had no idea. Up until now my perception of time and reality had been distorted somehow, and now... well, right now I felt awake, and had to assume that I really was back from whatever state I'd been in. What had happened to me? All I had to work this out were some vague, fragile memories that offered me little insight. For now, I had to find out where I was. The past could wait- the present could not. I looked about me cautiously into the darkness, my eyes not yet properly adjusted.<br><br>Bars. Thin metal bars in front of me, and to my side. A cage. I was in a cage! Panic began to creep in, poisoning my body. Animals were caged- but I could think, animals couldn't. I could reason, animals cou- I cried out suddenly in horror, my eyes having slid slowly down to my hands, my brain attempting to disprove a theory that it so desperately wanted to prove wrong. Locks. Mittens. Animal mittens. As terror began to flow and mix in with my panic, I turned my body- oh God, my naked body- around to my feet. It was not just my feet that looked back at me.<br><br>Leg binders, neatly secured, clamped about my feet and ankles. Binders I'd seen, albeit rarely, on animals who insisted on trying to climb up on work surfaces. I could think.. reason.. feel emotion... Jesus Christ, I could feel fear and panic, animals didn't... animals didn't.. didn't... they were animals for God's sake! I was a human, a human God damn it! Why was I here, caged, in these animal devices? My shell shocked brain desperately lunged for any possible answer it would reach. There must have been a mistake... I must have been picked up accidentally, and somehow avoided a lobotomy, though how I didn't know. Clinical error? Vet mess-up? However it had happened, I was lucky- I was still sane. I wasn't beyond rescuing. I had to call someone, someone to get me out of here. Swallowing a large volume of spit, I started to bang on the front of the cage with my mittens, yelling out loudly. All around me were dumb animals, apparently sleeping. A few stirred, but what did it matter? <br><br><strong>"Hey, HEY, someone's made a mistake!" </strong> I called out, wincing slightly at an ache forming in my breasts. Probably bruised from my mistaken handling. I ignored it. <br><br><strong>"Hey, I'm not an animal, one of your squads picked me up by accident!" </strong> <br><br>My mittens kept rattling the bars, a few more of the animals moving. I ignored them, though part of me realised how lucky I'd been, even as I sat, caged and clad in animal devices, a collar rattling around my neck. If this had been an open pound, like the ones I'd seen in California, I could have been attacked and raped by some of the other dogs, unable to see me as anything other than just another bitch to be taken. I shuddered at the horrific thought, continuing to yell and shake the cage.
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				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:04:41</strong>
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				Roiyaru - Dog Cages&nbsp; (Parked in the kennels, until, or if there is interest in a second male dog)<br><br>"Bartomeu", I kept saying it over and over again to myself.&nbsp; I didn't want to forget, to lose the last bit of humanity that I could call my own.&nbsp; My human name, my connection with a world that I would never again be part of.&nbsp; As long as I had my mind though, there was hope, right?&nbsp; That's what I clung to, a threadbare shred of hope, that last thing about me that made me a man, a human.&nbsp; Having lost so much, it made my mind that much more precious.&nbsp; I wasn't a dog in the normal sense.&nbsp; I never would be, as long as I played my part convincingly to my human masters and mistresses, did as they commanded me, and suffered the many humiliations, and tortures they so enjoyed inflicting on me.<br><br>I was laying on my bedding, a thick and soft pad at the back of my cage, trying hard not to think about how badly I needed to pee, and how much it disgusted, and shamed me when I was forced to relieve myself in my own cage.&nbsp; Knowing that the other 'special' dogs would all turn away from me, knowing that they too would be forced to bear the blushing shame of having to do so themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a new special dog, a bitch, I could hear her somewhere down the line of neat stainless steel cages, desperately claiming her humanity that she'd already been stripped of.&nbsp; I tried to find something inside me, compassion, even pity.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; She was now just like me.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Hey, I'm not an animal, one of your squads picked me up by accident!" </em><br><br>I rolled over on my 'bed', and tried to ignore her, hoping someone would come soon, and take me from my cage, and let me relieve myself.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 01:28:43</strong>
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				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.
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 12:56:16</strong>
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				<strong>CANDY, Dog cages</strong><br><br>It was useless. I'd yelled for at least five minutes straight, and rattled the damn cage for just as long, and all I had to show for my efforts was a hoarse throat, a pair of sweaty palms and aching wrists. Except... my wrists weren't aching, now I'd stopped to think about them. They were better than OK. The cramp I usually got in my left writing hand was gone, not even the residual ache that tended to remain troubling me. I looked down at my hands, then back up in disgust, then finally back down to them. It may be humiliating, I thought, to wear these padded mittens, but at the very least they weren't permanent. If they had been genetically induced... I shuddered at the very thought, pushing it out of my head. Soon, someone would come to collect the dogs and bitches, and I'd be found, released, offered an apology and very likely given a fair amount of compensation. I could last for now.<br><br>I sat back slightly, ignoring the stirring dogs beside me and studying the mittens, almost admiring them- soft brown and red fur, padded palms, a small intricate lock keeping them in place. Quite impossible to unlock with the gloves on or, for that matter, impossible to get even a loose grip on. Had they allowed me the capacity to grip and manipulate with the dexterity my hands and fingers allowed, I might have even considered calling them handy to have as regular gloves.<br><br>I soon turned to my feet, and the much less comfortable leg devices. They were strapped about my lower legs and adorned in the same soft brown and red coloured fur. Part of me wondered why I had them on in the first place- normally dogs and bitches wouldn't have them applied unless they developed a habit of climbing onto people's work surfaces. The question slipped quickly out of my mind as I started to stand up, deciding to find out first hand how effective they really were. Even with support from my paws... no, hands, against the cage side I was quickly forced back down again, all my weight transferred agonisingly to my toes. I'd always prided myself on keeping my feet in perfect condition, and saw no reason to break a toe under such a ridiculous manner. So, apart from the pieces placed upon me- what else had they changed about me? Did I really want to know?<br><br>I choked as I looked down at my exposed chest, which had begun to ache again. My breasts were bigger now, at the very least a D cup, hanging down heavily from my chest, a far cry from my old B cups. I'd always considered having a boob job, but it'd never really been considered seriously by myself. A pair of C's would have been nice I guess, but whatever. D's were OK as well... Part of me suddenly realised I was beginning to make excuses. My breasts had been enlarged without my say, and I was trying to see the bright side side of it. But.. it was good, wasn't it? Sure, they ached now, but that was probably as a result of the operation. When I was released they'd feel fine I was sure. I'd be compensated with cash, have bigger breasts and be more limber- if all I'd missed was the standard lobotomy, my body would have been made more flexible and fit. I struggled to keep thinking along those positive lines as the ache in my breasts rose. Yeah, it'd be good- a better body to impress my yoga class with, a healthier bank balance, and the only cost a day or two of inconvenience and this minor humiliation no-one would have to know about.<br><br>Soon enough though my optimism was beginning to grow thin as my breasts continued to ache, growing heavier and heavier- or was that just my imagination? Now that I thought about it as well, was I swallowing more often than usual? It must have been down to nerves, surely... And damn, I need to pee was rising, an awkward burning feeling growing in between my legs. Was that what I thought it was? No, no, this was stupid, I was imagining everything. My patience snapped.<br><br><strong>"Oh come ON!" </strong> I yelled with renewed vigour. <strong>"Where the hell is... every.. one... hello?" </strong> I stopped yelling, my voice trailing out. There had been noises all about me for the last few minutes, of dogs and bitches stirring about me, but it was only then I noticed a different sound. It was definitely a human voice, but it wasn't English. It sounded Chinese.. or was it Japanese? Whatever it was, I couldn't make out a word of it. I turned my head into the general direction of where I figured the voice was coming from, a few cages down from mine.<br><br><strong>"Er.. hello? Do you speak English? I can't understand you!"</strong> I called out, slowly and carefully, my confusion rising. What in the world was a foreigner who couldn't even speak English doing as a warden? For that matter, why was it appearing to come from a cage? Was that voice coming from a bitch? Had there been two mistakes made by the labs? I called out again, trying to keep my voice both clear and level.<br><br><strong>"I can't understand you, I'm sorry. Can you speak English? Are you a warden?"</strong> I craned my neck about, trying to determine the exact location of the foreign speaker evidently trying to respond to me.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 14:05:12</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br>The boy dog in the cage between I and the talking girl dog seemed to be asleep though he was lying on his back with his knees up a little and his huge... part.. was erect and wet at the end. A string of his wet was hanging down from the tip.<br><br>It looked... gorgeous...<br><br><em>No! get a grip! He's a complete stranger and you do NOT want sex!</em><br><br>But I did. I did want it. I wanted it badly now. There was no mistaking the hot ache in my belly and the stiffly tingling tips of my breasts. I wanted sex. I wondered... I had seen so many dogs in my youth and many were eager to mount each other... all the time really, it was quite common among dogs. Dogs were just sexy animals and they were fun to watch. It made me feel quite naughty when I was younger, to watch the next door neighbours two dogs doing it in the garden. They did it a lot and they seemed very happy. It had never occurred to me why dogs were like that, I'd just been brought up to know that they were. They seemed to have a very good life - no homework, no nasty teachers, no having to worry about getting a job or paying the bills.<br><br>I began to wonder why dogs were so rude all the time. They had been people once and people were not like that - well, most of them anyway. Some were but only some. Shinji-kun had been like that. He'd been terrible! Wanting to do it with me in his car, on the train, at the cinema! But boys like him were exceptional. I wondered why when people became dogs they suddenly got so frisky.<br><br>Frisky... that was a good word to describe my current state. I wanted it so much... and it was getting worse. I glanced between my legs and was shocked to see I was making so much wet! My inner thighs glistened. I wanted to squat down and grind myself against the futon... or... dogs could lick themselves clean couldn't they? Could I? Could I lick there?<br><br>That thought both repulsed and excited me. But I couldn't, not with boys... I mean dogs... both sides of me. And other dogs opposite.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Er.. hello? Do you speak English? I can't understand you!"<br><br>"I can't understand you, I'm sorry. Can you speak English? Are you a warden?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I craned my head further. There she was! A dog! Or rather... another dog. A red setter. I recognised the breed at once. She had such pretty hair, long and curly and reddish with long cute floppy ears the same colour.<br><br><strong>"Hai! Uh... I mean it is. It is...? Um. Yef? Engrish. Yef. A little. Herro? What is warden?"</strong> I smiled at her and dipped my head in a small bow. So much for social conditioning. I even wagged my tail. It stuck up and the end flicked about to show I was happy for company. I didn't even have to think to do it.<br><br><strong>"I am from Japan. Prease to meet you."</strong> I bowed again. More basic English class came out. 'How to greet a stranger'. The lesson hadn't said anything about under what circumstances. <strong>"You talking dog. Why?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 17:12:12</strong>
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				<strong>CANDY, Dog cages</strong><br><br>I frowned, completely thrown. For starters, this girl was Japanese, and her English, whilst understandable, wasn't what one would call amazing. New US immigration laws enacted several years back demanded all immigrants speak fluent English, and this girl certainly wouldn't have passed. Could she be an illegal, or from a family rich enough to bribe a few immigration officials? It wasn't impossible either way. There was a more troubling issue at hand, however. <br><br>She wasn't a warden, and yes... yes, she was in a cage as well! Craning my neck, I could just see her head bobbing... no, not bobbing... bowing. What were the odds of two girls being captured and not lobotomised? Perhaps they'd missed a whole batch of people? Maybe there were more thinking people about in these cages. I opened my mouth, but every time I did the image of the dog between us, his shaft stuck up in the air, leaking copiously, kept filling my mind, diverting my attention. Why was I thinking about him for God's sake, and why.. oh God.. why was an ache growing in between my legs, as well as my breasts? I knew the answer, but refused to accept it. As a particularly graphic image of him fucking me senseless entered my mind, I shook my head violently to try and rid it of him, to focus not him but the girl who was trying so hard to talk to me. Something caught me in the eye as I shook. It was.. was... Fuck.... My hands darted up to my head, feeling my hair and.. and... I gasped in horror, breathing heavily.<br><br>I had dog ears.<br><br>Long, furry, floppy dog ears. I tugged at one with both my paw- no, no, hands, hands! It tugged at my skin. They'd been surgically attached, or grown from DNA manipulation. In an instant the girl and the dog next to me had been wiped from my mind as panic took a sudden hold of my system.<br><br>I was hot, panting for breath in this stuffy cage and room. I started to rip frantically at the mittens, cursing and sweating as I fumbled fruitlessly with the locks, wanting them off, wanting the freedom my hands offered me, if only to better feel how my ears were attached.<br><br><strong>"God.. fucking... get off, get off, GET OFF!"</strong> I screamed, suddenly hit by another dull, throbbing ache from both my heavy breasts and what I knew had to be my pussy. The graphic images of the male dog beside me fucking my brains out shifted into the forefront of my mind, refusing to be shifted. I lunged for the bars at the front of the cage again, slamming my paws against them with unrestrained force, screaming out desperately. The Japanese girl near me had been forgotten now, pushed out of my conscious mind by the discovery of my new ears and the violent images of the dog beside me.<br><br><strong>"Let me out, LET ME OUT! WHERE AM I?! WHERE?"</strong> I screamed, continuing to hammer against the bars as if I could break them. All about me animals stirred in their cages, including the male that had wormed his way into my mind. Within minutes I'd collapsed against one of the cage walls, gasping as I ran my paws shakily through my hair, catching my ears, my body trembling violently. A thick bead of saliva ran down my chin, unnoticed. My optimistic thoughts from only moments ago had drained down the plughole. 
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				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 23:25:36</strong>
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				Roiyaru - Dog Cages <br><br>Now another one had joined in!&nbsp; She was speaking English?&nbsp; I thought I caught a word or two I understood.&nbsp; "Hi", and "Warden".&nbsp; I kept my eyes squeezed shut, feigning sleep.&nbsp; All this racket would probably end up with an appearance by the staff, and I'd had my fill of the collars that 'discouraged' speech.&nbsp; If not for the threat of devices that would, could be used on me if I shouted out, I might have given a warning, but it was best to remain silent, and not draw attention to myself.&nbsp; I rolled to my other side, trying to find a comfortable position that would ease the growing pressure in my bladder, and to put off the inevitable;&nbsp; having to use the square pan of litter in my cage to relieve myself.<br><br>The first one again, now yelling.&nbsp; I could hear the alarm, and fear in her voice.&nbsp; I'd lived it myself, pawing at the ears sprouting from the top of my head, turning round and round in my cage, staring, trying to see that horrible thing, the silver furred tail, that sprouted from my rump.&nbsp; Those things on my legs.&nbsp; Mitts on my hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;Shouting, over and over again.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, they wouldn't have an easy time of it.&nbsp; The new ones never did.&nbsp; There was a little bright glimmer in my future though.&nbsp; It was possible I'd be taken from my cage to mount them at some point, and for a very short time, ease the ache that spread from my hairless balls to my stomach.&nbsp; I was always hard, painfully so, and fluid wept constantly, in fat pearlescent drops, from the livid swollen head of my cock, and the desire for relief consumed me night and day.&nbsp; Just the sound, and scent of those new females would have had me rubbing against my bedding, trying to hump the undying hunger out of my cock, eyes closed, tongue hanging obscenely from my lips, but for the painful, urgent need to urinate.&nbsp; <br><br>I glanced at the box of litter.&nbsp; I wouldn't be able to wait much longer.&nbsp; With a sigh, I tried rolling over again.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 00:47:31</strong>
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				MONIQUE RIBAULT - TRAINER - DOG CAGES<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/Madeleine_Boullier_Avatar_05.jpg)</div> <strong>"What is this ridiculous noise? Was there a terrorist attack and I missed it? Hm? Who is making that din? Some bad puppy who does not want to sit down for a week. You!"</strong> I pointed my cane from the doorway at the new Red Setter. <strong>"You, my girl have one chance and one chance only. Be silent at once or I will take you out and put you over the horse and cane your rump and give you something to howl about. Now shut up!"</strong><br><br>I stood in the doorway, fists on my hips and glared at the dogs. We had a new batch in and they were often rowdy, bitching about this and that... "Wait until my daddy the CEO of Some Really Big Important Shitty Corp Inc hears of this." All that crap. It was pathetic. I had heard it all, time and time again. Unless you were exempt, or paid the protection money, or had the right connections, or lived on Mars, being caught by the squads was a fact of life. Once here, stay here. That was that. If they went outside and opened their whiney muzzles they'd be executed or processed and that would be the end of it. Here, they actually had some chance of living part of their lives normally - waitress, bar staff, masseur, maid, dancer. They'd learn soon enough.<br><br>I glared at the Setter just daring her to make one more complaint.
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 14:28:02</strong>
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				<strong>CANDY, Dog cages</strong><br><br>I froze, my paws resting over my new dog ears. A voice, a female voice. Someone who spoke proper English. At last a warden! My brow furrowed as she spoke. Caning? Threats? Was this how they controlled the dogs in the pounds? But then, how would the dogs understand what she was threatening? Maybe just the tone of her voice was enough to shut an unruly dog up. But I'd been speaking as well- she must have heard me speak, and known something was up. Perhaps she'd not heard me over the racket I was making as I bashed my paws against the front of the cage... Her accent as well... it wasn't American. Something European? I couldn't quite place it.&nbsp; Many more questions floated into my mind, all wanting answers, but they would have to wait. I needed to get out of here before I was driven mad.<br><br><strong>"Hey, I'm not an animal, there must have been a mistake at the processing stage!"</strong> I called out, trying to crane my neck around to look at her in the dim light. <strong>"My father pays the collection squads, I was picked up by accident!"</strong> There was little point in lying. Rich parents paying protection money to safeguard their children wasn't considered unusual or even particularly illegal anymore. Besides, the last thing I wanted was to be taken for a person who couldn't afford to pay off the squads and be released from the cage only to be carted off to complete the procedure. In this day and age if you were poor and failed to have the right links, there was no chance of escape. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 16:02:17</strong>
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				MONIQUE RIBAULT - TRAINER - DOG CAGES<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey, I'm not an animal, there must have been a mistake at the processing stage! My father pays the collection squads, I was picked up by accident!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Here we go. 'My daddy's rich. I shouldn't be here' blah-blah-blah. Zut alors!</em> I walked down the aisle between the rows of cages of Cage Room A. We put the new dogs in A because it was furthest from the training and punishment room and dragging them to and from the cages took them past B and C rooms where the more experienced dogs were and they would see them as they went back and forth for their training and corrective measures.<br><br>It was also normal practice to put the new arrivals together if we had several in a group since splitting them away from more experienced animals would prevent them learning too much too quickly and keep them spooked and nervous longer.<br><br>I arrived in front of the Red Setter, passing the new Japanese Welsh Corgi on the way. I glanced at her and she stared at me but remained silent. I squatted down and smiled sweetly at the bitch. She was a looker, and the labs had done a fantastic job on her tits.<br><br><strong>"You know... ears and a tail... paws and a cage... able to lick your bottom clean. Other dogs around you. You look like an animal to me <em>ma chérie</em>. And you know, not every Collection Squad captain is as corrupt as your father. Some of them do actually do their jobs conscientiously and loyally to those who pay them. Bribes might work with some squads but others are above such deceitful tactics. With a corrupt father who tries to cheat the system I'm not sure you'd appreciate that concept, but there you go. What's done is done and now you're a dog."</strong><br><br>I continued to smile at her and cast my gaze over her body. She was quite a little beauty and would make some owner very proud, once her head was on straight.<br><br><strong>"And no, you don't need to point out the obvious difference. I can guess. We are having this delightful conversation, non? That is where your confusion is lying. Dogs do not talk. Dogs have no minds. Dogs eat, wash, sleep, play and do sexy. Yes? That is what we are all told. However my darling little Candy, the world is not what it seems. I should think it possible that one day you were in the park, or walking home from school and a dog and its owner passed you... I would guess that one of those happy puppies was like you. A dog physically but still a human mentally. You know there is this phrase you Americans have. Shit happens. Sometimes <em>ma petit sucre</em> the shit happens because someone wants it to. You can talk, so can your Welsh Corgi friend there, and this cute Terrier here on your other side. This is because someone, somewhere wanted you all like this. Dogs with minds. Dogs who talk. Dogs who can stand up and walk on two legs - when we want them to. Dogs who, away from the public gaze can be of service in so many <em>interesting</em> ways."</strong><br><br>I paused there waiting to see if any of that had gone in. Maybe she didn't need lobotomising. Maybe she was just slow anyway.<br><br>Accept or rebel, they all fell on one side of the fence or the other. Which would darling Big Tits be?
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 22:21:54</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, Dog cages</strong><br><br>Yes, she was approaching me! Finally! I wriggled up to the front of the cage, even allowing a small smile to cross my face. She reached my cage, kneeling down, and I assumed she'd immediately reach for the keys, maybe apologizing profusely as well. Instead, she stayed, knelt down right in front of me. Was she <em>smiling</em>? I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what she was waiting for, before she opened her mouth and started to talk herself. My eyebrows quickly rose in anger- how dare she criticize my father, and especially at a time like this!<br><br><strong>"How <em>dare </em>you, my father is <em>not </em>corrupt, lots of-"</strong> I began fiercely, momentarily forgetting my situation.&nbsp; Before I could go on with my <em>Argumentum ad populum</em>, the woman cut across me. She spoke for less than two minutes, but what she said shattered my mind into a thousand tiny fragments.<br><br>I sat still, hunched over slightly, my mouth hanging open a fraction in shock. As my brain began to piece itself back together, another bead of drool ran out from between my lips. It ran unchecked down my chin, hanging down for a second or two before it snapped gently, landing with a a soft <em>splat </em>onto the cage floor, another bead making to follow in its wake. Though I wasn't aware of it, it only added to my now brain dead appearance. Finally, my brain had put together enough information to speak, a paw unconsciously rising to wipe my dribbly chin clean.<br><br><strong>"N-no, no... this..." </strong>I began stupidly, my mind in denial. <strong>"This isn't... animals with human minds. No, it's not possible"</strong> I murmured, eyes looking up at the woman next to me, not really taking anything in. <strong>"It's illegal... all animal <em>have </em>to be lobotomized"</strong> I continued, now starting to think a little more rationally.<strong> "What else would stop them from esca..-" </strong>My words died in my throat. How <em>would</em> they escape? Even if she left now and didn't return, how would I exit the cage? How would I remove the mittens, the leg binders? How would I get around with these dog ears and no clothes? My breathing sped up as the possibilities of this horrific sounding position started to dawn on me. Neither dog or human... I felt myself growing hotter and hotter in the cage and in this pet gear. Without really being aware of it, my tongue hung out of my mouth as my eyes remained unfocused.<br><br>I was panting.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 23:09:14</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - DOG CAGES - ENTERING FROM THE LOUNGE BAR<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ReneePrideux_10.jpg)</div> The manager showed us through from the bar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76932.msg3391861#msg3391861) and as usual was courteous and efficient without being obsequious. He bade us good afternoon and retired back to his office, leaving us to discuss our rental requirements with the trainers who were always present. One of them, Madam Ribault who I knew quite well was there squatting down and talking in the room where the new arrivals are usually kept.<br><br>I gently tapped my knuckles on the door frame. She turned and stood up, walking towards us with a welcoming smile.<br><br>She explained that she had been dealing with a brand new dog, just arrived today who was taking a while to adjust. She also said we were free to go in any of the rooms, make our selections and then speak with her or her colleagues when we were ready. Rental arrangements would be taken care of, as usual, at the reception desk.<br><br>I looked past her at the line of cages. There were several new faces, all looking a little shocked as was to be expected.<br><br><strong>"After you,"</strong> I said politely to William and Laurenne as they paused in the doorway.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 00:52:15</strong>
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				<strong>LAURENNE MERIETH - Dog Cages, entering with RENÉE<br></strong><br>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqdM2CDTcyQ/SW2O1N9B7II/AAAAAAAAAJg/4Ce5i_7rzK0/s400/l_48f591a886844202994f27c9aee9e07c.jpg)I follwed Renée from the bar, anticipation making me quite moist. She stepped asside and ushered us through and I deliberately let my bare upper arm brush lightly against her breasts. The scrap-merchant's wife was someone I'd often wondered about, whether I could possibly find a big enough bribe to have <em>her</em> snatched. Of course, she had enough money herself to bribe her way out, as I would should it ever become necessary.<br><br>I smiled sweetly at her, none of my thoughts showing on my face. "Merci, chérie."<br><br>I strode purposefully past the nearer cages. Several of the animals in them recognised me and shied away in fear, but I had bored of most of them quickly. They had no stamina. I wanted to see the new arrivals. <br><br>The beautiful red setter caught my eye at once of course, "Oh what a beauty! Quelle magnifique chienne! Renée, regard-toi ça!"<em> look at that</em> "Isn't she lovely?"
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 02:27:40</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - DOG CAGES<br><br>I went down the line of cages. Several new faces looked back at me. A couple of the dogs must have been very new indeed as they looked still doped up and were probably still sleeping off their journeys.<br><br>There was a gorgeous dark-skinned Siberian Husky, his skin was beautiful and he was terribly muscular. He made me feel quite weak just to look at him but he seemed to be in a blue mood and was curled up on his bedding at the back of his cage. I checked as much as I could see between his legs. Thick and long and nice and hard. I liked the permanently hard boy dogs the best, especially The Club's ones, being aware of their nudity it was so shameful for them to walk around town and go in the smart cafés and boutiques with their great big whangers and meaty bollocks on display. I loved doing that. Perhaps I would have a play with him later.<br><br>There was also a really cute little Jack Russell terrier at the far end. He was smaller than the husky and leaner but he looked very supple and was probably a nice little mover. I guessed that with some Pavlovian conditioning and a nice shock-collar on he'd be jumping about quite willing to please in no time. <br><br>I was brought away from my walk up and down the dogs by Laurenne's exclamation of excitement. I went over. She was looking at a lovely Irish Red Setter who had the most adorable eyes and was panting and slobbering in a rather appealing way. She looked very confused though and not a little afraid.<br><br>I squatted down, my knees together and turned to one side. <strong>"<em>Bonjour toutou</em>~"</strong> I glanced up at her cage sign, <strong>"~Candy. Oh. I see you are an American puppy. So I will speak English with you."</strong> I glanced again at her information card. <strong>"And just delivered today. Have you been a doggie long or is this all wonderful and new to you?"</strong> I glanced down at her chest. Wow. Massive bazookas. And awesome nips. They were spectacular.<br><br><strong>"Look at her super breasts, Laurenne,"</strong> I said reverting to French, <strong>"She's just your type."</strong><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"toutou" - slang for 'doggie'</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 03:31:03</strong>
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				Charity (TBA): DOG ARRIVAL ROOM<br><br><br>I've been alone for a long time. When I close my eyes the only things that exist are the darkness, and the skin that contains me.<br><br>I was not any where near home. I could feel it. The air was different, lighter, not as dank and humusy, more sun and near the sea. I was laying on something cold, metal. I did not open my eyes. <br><br>I started taking stock - just as I would take inventory for my father at church - counting was a gift from God. Papa said it was cause he had been so good, not like Momma. <br>It was better to do things one step at a time. I was alone. I was naked. I was the same as I was before, but different. I slowly stretched as far as I could. I was stronger that I had been before I fell asleep. My arms and legs were more flexible. I had something on my hands, and something on my legs all the way up my thighs that prevented me from stretching out right. They were not part of me. <br><br>I opened my eyes. I was disappointed. The room was sparse, lots of metal stuff I had no idea what it did.. it smelled like disinfectant. I should probably be interested but Papa said technology was evil, so I ignored it like a good girl. <br><br>I had something covering my useless ears, that seemed to be part of my head.. they were warm and furry.. and I could wiggle them a little. I had something else.. over my butt.. as I thought about it.. it swished back and forth. It was a tail! I could feel it all the way to the end!<br>I looked at myself in one of the shiny surfaces. I was a dog. I had seen one once. Only once. I tried to fathom why I was different. My Papa always said my Momma was bad, that's why I couldn't hear.. maybe thats why I was sent to hell and made into a dog? <br>I remember everything I see, or count, or .. smell. I could smell.. a lot. I could smell the filtered air conditioned air. I used to be able to smell things pretty good before.. in fact I could navigate all round the church's land if I closed my eyes.. just by smell and memory. But this.. this was amazing.. the smell of tobacco burst through the vent..it was like a mushroom of tawny brown in my mind. I could smell life.. I smelt people, and to me they smelt like colors!!. There were women, in all shades of brown, silver, bronze, gold and pinks.. there were men in all varieties of blues, purples and reds.. and then there was something else.. smelling myself.. I think they were dogs. They were close. In my mind they had their own colours. There was one that was delicate dove grey she was becoming pink.. there was one that was yellow and bright, she was becoming more orangey-red.. they smelt delicious! My belly rumbled. There was one that was musky, a fierce electric blue, smelt different from the others.. I think that might have been a boy.<br><br>I clambered off the table and fell to my knees. crawling over to the door and sticking my nose to the crack under it.. sniffing deeply. There was a human there.. she.. was lime green, her perfume was acidic. I could smell even further.. either moving closer or on the cusp of distant air.. she smelt of the sea..and was a beautiful deep brown-black, with streaks of bronze and amber – like roasted coffee beans,&nbsp; Another with her, a mixture of cigarettes and a copper red sheen with gold flecks swirling around in its russet glory. With them.. a man.. he was a deep dark red.. like blood.. almost purple.. he seemed to pulsate.<br><br>They all seemed to throb and shift between light and dark, bright and deeper.. some changing hue entirely. <br><br>I could smell everything.. everyone.. I could smell the carpet shampoo, the disinfectant, the cigarettes, the salty sea.. the dogs and people.. everything. <br><br>I craned my head to look at my tail.. this wasn't right. I didn't want to be a dog. I didn't want to be in hell. Maybe that's why my head said they had colors. Maybe they only smelt like people.. maybe they were demons sent to tempt and torture me. What ever they were they were getting closer. <br>I backed into a corner and tried to cover myself as best I could. Demons delighted in the flesh. Papa said so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 09:21:50</strong>
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				<br>LAURENNE MERIETH - Dog Cages<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Look at her super breasts, Laurenne,"</strong> I said reverting to French, <strong>"She's just your type."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I replied in the same language. "Ah yes, my darling, but look how nervous she is. She would not last a half hour in her present condition. No, I believe she is far more your type right now, the mind games you play with them will break her in no time." I switched back to English - Patois. "Oui, I believe thees doggie would suite your form of play very well, ma chérie. Peut être, après you 'ave feeneeshed wiz 'er, I could borrow 'er for a while?" My eye fell on a small, curled up form in another cage. "Awwww, très mignonne, so cuuuute!"<br><br>The puppy that had caught my eye was a beagle, still curled up asleep in the corner of the cage. "Zat one. I like zem cute! I shall wait 'ere until she wakes up." I smiled and found a hard wooden chair, sitting elegantly on it. "Anosser American, too. We are being invaded, n'est-ce pas?" I chuckled. "Come on Snoopy, wakey wakey, enlève-toi."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 14:14:45</strong>
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				William Knoff - DOG CAGES<br><br>I thanked Renée for her generosity in picking up the tab for lunch, and made my way with my two delightful companions to the kenneling area.&nbsp; We were buzzed in, and passing Renée with a wink, I turned my attentions to the new arrivals, eager to satisfy my curiousity about the new bitch.&nbsp; There was not one, or two, but several!&nbsp; A lovely red setter, sporting an equally lovely pair of large swollen breasts immediately caught my eye.&nbsp; Oh, the look of fear, and uncertainty on her face was just exquisite!&nbsp; Something had clearly transpired between her and the club's trainer, Monique, and I could only imagine the conversation!&nbsp; Monique did not suffer insolence from new puppies at all, in silence, or action, and I was already toying with the idea of sticking around to see what might transpire.<br><br>Laurenne's glittering eyes had already settled on the setter, and she called Renée over to admire her, perhaps making Monique's imagined discipline rather moot.&nbsp; The two of them together with a new, and frightened bitch....she would probably end up wishing she'd risked Monique's wrath instead.&nbsp; I left them to their malevolent cooing with a smile, and examined the other new arrivals, my eyes, as usual, drawn to the new females.&nbsp; A beagle, cute, curled in her cage, apparently sound asleep, and a little way down a lovely little Corgi.&nbsp; I knelt to examine her, first reading the sign on her cage, <strong>"Ah, Mimi, and Japanese!&nbsp; You're such a cute little puppy."</strong>&nbsp; It dawned on me that she might not even speak English, which made the thought of taking her out for some play time, and training that much more appealing.&nbsp; She was a stunning conversion, a natural beauty, and the work they'd done on her complemented her delicate features.&nbsp; I examined her body as best I could through the cage, then decided to ask about her availability.&nbsp; <br><br>I found a trainer, a young man, who was wrestling with a stuck cage door, and asked about the Corgi.&nbsp; Of course, he politely informed me, she was available, then he asked if I'd already looked in my new puppy.&nbsp; My new puppy?&nbsp; I blinked, and looked at him blankly.&nbsp; She'd arrived?&nbsp; He grinned at me, and told me she was in the receiving area, checked, and ready to go.&nbsp; It might not have been such a surprise, if I'd bothered to ask for any messages when I'd arrived at the club.&nbsp; But I loved the feeling of excitement!&nbsp; My own puppy!&nbsp; I hurried off, walking through the training and discipline area, toward the back where new dogs were first taken in.&nbsp; I stood for a second, staring at the door, then gently opened it, and peered inside.&nbsp; There she was, backed into a corner away from the door, and doing her best to cover herself, looking decidedly afraid, and ashamed.&nbsp; Oh, she was perfect.&nbsp; I slipped inside, and shut the door, and walked to her, kneeling down in front of her.&nbsp; I had no idea where she was from yet, or whether she even spoke English.&nbsp; <strong>"Can you understand me?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 14:38:06</strong>
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				Charity (TBA): DOG ARRIVAL ROOM - Rm18<br><br>I could smell the demons approaching..they stopped with the dogs.. their smells and colors seemed to swirl and mix. The dark red pulsing man kept getting closer.. he smelt like tobacco and some sort or rich liquor, a deep resonating purple stream of sweat and ..maleness.. seemed to cascade through the red. I think he must be a demon.. he is not stopping.. he is at the door.. I can smell him - he is hunting me.. I can FEEL it. <br><br>He opened the door.. he blocked out the light.. he was everything my Papa said was bad!&nbsp; I was trembling with abject fear. <br><br>He was Avarice, red and swollen, greedily drinking me in. He was Sloth, lazily appraising me.. like he was rolling me around on his forked tongue. He was Pride, purple and bursting with himself and his evilness. He was Envy, he looked at me and I knew I belonged to him, never anyone else in the whole wide world and he would destroy anyone that took me away. He was a deep puce, pounding Glutton.. he would never have his fill of tormenting me. He was Lust.. a deep dark red-black throbbing purple veined thing that would never be satiated.. and he was Wrath.. the deepest pitch black vortex of pain, anguish and badness.. <br><br>He was not a demon. <br><br>He was The Devil. <br><br><strong>"Can you understand me?"</strong><br><br>"Oh yes I understand you Lucifer.. I understand you perfectly. You are E V I L." <br><br>I nodded, terrified. I peed myself. 
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				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 15:46:09</strong>
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				William Knoff - DOG ARRIVAL ROOM<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Oh yes I understand you Lucifer.. I understand you perfectly. You are E V I L.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>There was something odd about her voice, a slight slur, vague almost mispronunciations, and looking at her, there were things in her ears.&nbsp; I really needed to look at her folder.&nbsp; And there was a wet pool spreading across the floor from between her legs.&nbsp; Poor thing was absolutely terrified, and had peed herself!&nbsp; This was....absolutely delicious.<br><br><strong>"No, I'm not Lucifer, or any other devil you might imagine.&nbsp; I'm a man, you're a dog, and I'm your new owner."</strong><br><br>I wanted to inspect her, and take my time doing it, a long humiliating inspection.&nbsp; First, I needed her out of the puddle of piss she was sitting in, and up on one of the tables in the training area.&nbsp; There were leashes, and 'persuaders', in the form of long switches, and crops hanging on the wall, and I stood to retrieve a stout leash, and a long supple crop that terminated in a small flat paddle.&nbsp; I snapped the leash on her collar, and gave a tug, along with a light slap with the crop to her rump.&nbsp; <strong>"Come along, puppy, out of that puddle." </strong> <br><br>She resisted, but with a few more not so gentle applications of the crop to her bottom, slap, slap, SLAP!, she relented, and I led her out the door, and to the left to the training area, and a shiny clean, and well lit stainless steel table in the corner, against the wall.&nbsp; There was no apparent way for her to climb up on her own, not with the leg pieces that prevented her from standing, and mitts on her paws.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm going to lift you up onto the table, puppy."</strong>&nbsp; She was tiny, at most 5 feet tall, and couldn't possibly weigh more than 110 pounds, so I simply kneeled, gathered her quickly in my arms, and standing deposited her on top of the table.&nbsp; There was a ring on the table, which was used to restrain dogs, and I threaded the leash through it, and snapped it's free end closed on a small hook on one leg of the table.<br><br><strong>"There now...."</strong>, I started, before a discreet "Ahem" interupted me.&nbsp; I made sure my new dog was secure, then turned to find that it was the same trainer I'd spoken too a few minutes ago, and smiling agreeably, he handed me a thick envelope.&nbsp; "Ah, thank you...uh...Gerard?"&nbsp; I had a terrible time remembering the names of all the staff at the club, but, I might have got his right, as he smiled, and retreated.<br><br><strong>"Now then, puppy.&nbsp; You'll need a name."&nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; I turned, and walked back to the table, opening the envelope, and pulling out various documents, certificates, and descriptions of her conversion process, and began reading through it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 15:51:13</strong>
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				Sunshine (TBA) - DOG CAGES<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/dog-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/beagle-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/pictures/beagle-0032.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://www.emeraldlich.com/uploads/Sunshine1.jpg)</div>I woke up from the most horrible dream.I'd been coming home from practice, walking through Central Park, as I always did, heading back to my parent's penthouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.&nbsp; I wasn't really paying attention to where I was actually walking ... I was watching my fingers instead. They were dancing along to <em>Rondo alla Turca</em>, by Mozart. It would be one of the signature pieces of my recital at Lincoln Center in a few days. The biggest moment of my life! Daddy had pulled quite a few strings to arrange for that. I was so looking forward to it ...<br><br>... and then, as I crossed the bike paths, a van pulled up in front of me. A collection van from the capture squad. Five men jumped out and grabbed me, hauling me into the van. I protested quietly at first, thinking it was a misunderstanding.<br><br>"No, you're making a mistake,"" I insisted, "my father's paid you, just call him ..." I started reaching for my phone, but it was slapped out of my hand. Then, before I knew what was happening, my arms were bound behind me, my skirts were being ripped away from me , and I was shoved into the back of the van.<br><br>I was a virgin when I entered the van. I wasn't when I left it. Cocks got shoved into my mouth, my pussy, and my ass, over and over again. They never stopped. While I was raped, I could hear a few of the men talking about how today's game was <em>how loud can you make her scream?</em> I don't know who won, but they all gave it their best efforts.<br><br>After that, things were a haze. I remember being kept in a cage, or many different cages, along with dogs. I didn't know why I was with the dogs, since I was a person. I remember lots of lights, and needles. And the rapes. Oh yes, the rapes. They all blurred together after awhile, but I remember one being particularly cruel when a lovely, sweet woman dressed in a white lab coat pulled me out of my cage, and made me eat her cunt when she drove a large dildo up my ass. As I ate her, she kept putting a strange device to my neck, reading it between her sighs like it was part of an experiment. I don't know what the experiment was for, all I know is that the feeling of the dildo sliding into my rectum felt shamefully good, for some reason.<br><br>And then there was a flight. And more rapes. I wanted to die. I fell asleep ... no, that's not true. I passed out while workers from the plane put me in a crate. I didn't understand what they were saying. I just drifted into sweet black nothing.<br><br>And then I woke up.<br><br>Thankfully, it was only a dream. I head a voice, and woke up.<br><br>Or ...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3394814#msg3394814">Quote from: Chrystal on 01-08-2010, 09:21:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Zat one. I like zem cute! I shall wait 'ere until she wakes up." I smiled and found a hard wooden chair, sitting elegantly on it. "Anosser American, too. We are being invaded, n'est-ce pas?" I chuckled. "Come on Snoopy, wakey wakey, enlève-toi."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I looked down at myself, squatting in a cage. I looked over my shoulder and saw a tail, wagging happily even though I wasn't happy. I put my hands to my head, feeling ears, and ...<br><br><em>Where are my hands?</em> I thought, suddenly terrified.<br><br>I was wearing mittens. I couldn't see my fingers.<br><br>I knew I would never play piano again.<br><br>I looked up, and saw a striking blonde woman standing over my cage. She had an angel's body with a devil's eyes. She gave me a cruel smile full of all sorts of desire.<br><br>And, softly, from speakers mounted along the ceiling, I could hear the sounds of a piano, playing <em>Rondo alla Turca</em>.<br><br>"No ... no ... no ..." I moaned. Tears started pouring down my face. "It's not fair, it's not supposed to happen ... what did you do to me?" I started to hit my head against the side of the cage. Maybe if I hurt myself enough I'd wake up. "I want to go home ..."<br><br>Gould plays Mozart Rondo Alla Turca (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R54fHB8Zny8&amp;feature=fvst#)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 16:25:56</strong>
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				Charity (TBA): DOG ARRIVAL ROOM <br><br><br>He put a leash on me and tried to make me crawl. I was not a dog. <br><br>I only caught a few words of what he was saying.. He kept turning his face so I couldn't see his lips.. <br><strong><br>"Lucifer.. devil you might imagine.. you're a dog, and I'm your new owner.. puddle.. table.. puppy.."</strong><br><br>He kept switching me! I was not a puppy! I might have been treated like I was subhuman all my life, but there was a human bit in that equation! <br><br>I was too tired to try and fight him.. and it didn't look like I would stand much of a chance.. he lifted me up like I was nothing. I was nothing. I was in Hell.. people smelt like tasty good nummy colors.. The Devil was the most beautiful and terrifying thing I had ever seen, and he had seen me pee myself. <br><br>I tried to curl up and hide myself when he opened the door to get some papers. The Devil did paper work?<br><br>As he walked back to me his colors swirled around him like a cloak.. I felt something happen to my breasts.. there was a rushing feeling, they became hot.. and painful.. it was an awful feeling.. I looked down to see if I was bleeding.. there was stuff leaking from me. They were getting heavy and they ached.. I was hot all over.. I ached and hurt in places I didn't even know I had.. I was beginning to pant.. I felt like I was ablaze..<br><br>I guess this was where the "fiery burning in Hell" bit started.. I waited for the inferno to consume me.. so I could be born from the ashes and Lucifer could start his torment anew. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 16:53:16</strong>
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				<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 16:59:54</strong>
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				William Knoff - TRAINING AREA<br><br>The descriptions of the work performed on her during her conversion were rather dry reading, but there were still interesting tidbits.&nbsp; She was, or had been deaf when she was captured.&nbsp; There was a dry, sterile note on that, then another entry noting that her hearing had been restored, and ears plugged for transportation, to reduce stress until she'd arrived at her new home.&nbsp; She was from America....it didn't say from where within America, and made no mention of her human name, not that there would have been any need too.&nbsp; More notes detailed her various innoculations, post op care, genetic modifications.&nbsp; Certainly more detail than I needed, or cared to know.&nbsp; There was a final note on the bottom, advising her new owner to remove her ear plugs in a quiet place.&nbsp; <br><br>This room was quiet enough.&nbsp; She was facing me, still obviously terrified, and panting too.&nbsp; I dropped the sheaf of papers on an adjacent table, and certain that she could see my mouth, ordered her to sit up.&nbsp; I punctuated that command with a light swat of the crop.&nbsp; Sitting, for her, would not be sitting as she was accustomed, but on her knees, rump against her ankles, and paws in front of her knees on the table surface.&nbsp; Her first lesson!&nbsp; I physically guided her into position, pushing, pulling, shoving, sometimes smacking her ass with my crop until she was positioned the way I wanted her.&nbsp; I was rewarded with a much better view of her lovely swollen tits.&nbsp; Her nipples had been lengthened, and there was evidence that a semi clear milky fluid was beginning to leak from them.&nbsp; So far...she was everything I'd asked for.&nbsp; <br><br>I tapped her shoulder, ensuring she was looking at me before I spoke again, "There are plugs in your ears, I'm going to remove them."&nbsp; I lifted one of her silky soft ears, and peered inside, and found a bluish soft looking plug, with a tiny piece extending from it.&nbsp; I pinched the extended piece, and carefully worked it back and forth until the plug came loose.&nbsp; I was being very quiet, breathing as gently as possible, as I worked the other plug loose.<br><br>I stood back, and tapped her shoulder again, then whispering, <strong>"Can you hear me?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 18:03:26</strong>
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				<strong>LAURENNE MERIETH - Dog Cages - in front of "Sunshine's" cage.</strong><br><br>She woke up. Wonderful. Such a pretty face, so tortured with doubt and fear. I stood and moved to the cage.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"No ... no ... no ... It's not fair, it's not supposed to happen ... what did you do to me?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;"Ah, my sweet. I will speak in Engleesh since sans doute you do not speak française. I did nossink to you, you 'ave le mal chance. Ze bad luck, n'esc-ce pas?" A trainer had noted my interest and hurried up obsequiously to hand me a file. I flipped it open and read quickly. "Ah oui! Bad luck indeed. It seems you 'ave a rival, ma chérie, who 'ave more monnaie zan your papa. Alors, 'ow ees eet you Americains say? Sheet 'appens, non?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I want to go home ..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The pretty beagle started trying to hurt herself. I smiled. "Cherie, if you weesh to be 'urt, at least allow me ze pleasure of doeeng it pour toi?"I nodded to the trainer, who opened the cage door for me. I stepped in, pulling the diamond studded collar from my bag. I grabbed the beagle by her hair, yanking it back hard to keep her from bashing her head again. "You can come 'ome wiz moi, ma petite. You will like zis, non? If we get on well enough, I may peut être decide to keep you."<br><br>I quickly clamped my knees either side of the puppy's waist, hoisting my dress up slightly to do so. Sometimes pet ownership requires one to be a little undignified. Once I had her held firmly, I fastened the collar around her neck. The interesting thing about my very expensive diamond studded collar is, it doesn't have any padding on the inside, and in fact there are a few rather sharp spikes poking inwards, just enough to be extremely uncomfortable normally, and very painful if the collar is pulled.<br><br>I clipped a lead onto the collar and then slid my hands all over the bitch, looking for blemishes or imperfections. Of course I also got to grope her breasts and cunt in the process. "Ah, pas virginie, a pity, but not unexpected." I slipped my finger back out of her. The clit and nipple rings had me distinctly turned on and I couldn't wait to put them to good use. I investigated further. "Oho, you 'ave been a busy little puppy." My finger probed her anus and I noticed that it was quite loose. Not only that, but she seemed to like it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 18:14:26</strong>
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				He seemed to realize i needed to see him to understand him.. <br><br>He kept on switching me with that cane, The Devil or not I was going to break it over his damned ass! Oh no! See! no wonder I was in Hell! I was swearing like a sailor! I blushed. I would have to try and remain calm. I sat like he instructed - calmly. <br><br><strong>"There are plugs in your ears, I'm going to remove them."</strong> <br><br>Why would anyone put plugs in my ears? I couldn't understand, they didn't work. I shrugged at him.. I know it sounds like I was calm.. but it baffled me.. The Devil had me trussed up on a cold metal table, I was naked, on fire, my breasts were leaking, I was worried they were going to burst, he kept switching me.. and he stopped to ask if it was ok to take out ear plugs? I was baffled. <br><br><strong>"CANYOUHEARME"</strong><br><br>I opened my mouth and <strong><em>S C R E A M E D</em></strong>! I <em>heard </em>myself screaming.. I closed my eyes tight and kept on screaming.. I was not going to ever stop... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 18:33:17</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MimiAvatar.jpg)<br><br>A woman in a corset came in. I gawped at her attire. Corset, heels, stockings a white blouse and obviously no bra! I was shocked at her appearance and froze in place. She carried a cane and went over to the noisy girl and spoke with her. As she went by she gave me such a terrible look, cold and hard and greedy like she wanted to eat me up. I dropped my gaze in fear and shifted to the back of my cage and squatted on my futon.<br><br>I listened as the woman spoke to the noisy girl. Then I understood, though I had known for some days now what had happened, I just always assumed that dogs could not think. I wondered if many could but the cruel-eyed blonde woman's words hinted at darker reasons why I could talk and think and remember my name and my parents. And why the noisy girl could too.<br><br>As she was talking two more women came in, one in a stylish shift dress and the other in purple fake leather pants and a pink halter top - a kite top. These two seemed nicer and spoke in cuter voices but still I could not relax. If I was a dog, had been made into a dog and would be treated like a dog then that meant going outside in the streets and the parks. Naked! Like this! I shuddered and crept further back in my cage.<br><br>I put my hand, or paw, in my mouth and bit down on the cloth to stop a frightened moan from coming out. Down below my sex burned intolerably and I couldn't get the thought out of my head of big fat cocks in me, taking me fiercely, over and over until I screamed and the roaring horny need was taken away. As I squatted with my back to the rear of the cage my heel pressed between my legs. With a suppressed moan I began to flick my hips a little, grinding my wet aching place against the heel as surreptitiously as I could trying to ease the heat.<br><br>I bit my paw harder. God it felt so good!<br><br>I squatted there and humped myself against my heel slowly, watching in shock as the blonde woman in the dress went into the noisy girl's cage and put a collar on her and began to molest her.<br><br><em>Girls with girls? Oh no! No, no, no!</em> I stopped humping, my ardour cooled for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 19:09:29</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - DOG CAGES<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ReneePrideux_Avatar_01.jpg)</div> Candy looked like she'd been owned and broken already her face was so downcast.<br><br><strong>"Ooh, chin up my sweetie. It's not that bad. People here won't hurt you... unless they really want to. Dog owners are not how you think you know. Some of them, once you get to know them can be really quite nasty."</strong> I winked at her, leaving the sick joke hanging in the air.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I... who are you? What am I doing here? I don't belong here... please, I... I... I'm hurting so bad, I can't stand it much longer..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I smiled. <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> With a gesture to one of the waiting trainers I invited him to get Candy from her cage. She already wore standard paws and thigh highs in a reddish brown that matched her colouring perfectly and a collar with The Club badge on it, giving her owner's details. Embedded somewhere invisibly inside her, probably under the skin of her back where she could not get at it would be a tracking tag. Pets were expensive; one wouldn't want to lose them.<br><br>I saw that Laurenne had made her choice and was getting stuck in, shoving her fingers in every possible hole of a lovely busty Beagle a few cages down.<br><br><strong>"I see you two are getting on well, it's nice to see an owner taking an interest in the welfare of her pet, 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> I smiled at her and winked so that she should know my words were just a cruel tease directed at the Beagle. The trainer got Candy ready for me and presented me with a digital pad to sign her out on. I booked her for just the afternoon for now. She might not prove suitable and if so I could rent another puppy this evening or if she did prove satisfactory renew the rental for longer. Of course if she didn't please me I'd report her failings to the trainers and she'd most likely get a damn good thrashing and multiple raped. The trainer hauled her out of her cage and handed me her leash and a sheet of paper with her conversion details.<br><br><strong>"I am going to get to know Candy here out at the poolside,"</strong> I said to Laurenne. <strong>"Feel free to join me if you wish. If not, how about dinner later, in the dining room?"</strong> After Laurenne had replied I looked around for William but he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had already taken a dog out? That was quick work.<br><br><strong>"Come on Candy! Heel! Walkies!"</strong> Tugging on the leash and for now ignoring her whining about being in pain I led her out through the Palm Lounge and collecting my shopping and my bags I had left there, went out into the sunshine by the pool (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.msg3396253#msg3396253).
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 22:30:26</strong>
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				<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. 
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				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 15:02:03</strong>
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				William Knoff - TRAINING AREA<br><br>Ouch.&nbsp; I hadn't expected that!&nbsp; I clamped my hand over her mouth, cutting her off mid scream, and held her.&nbsp; It quieted her screams, but she was still trying to scream through my hand, a look of stark terror on her face.&nbsp; I should have taken into account that she was deaf when picked up by the collection squad, and might have always been so.&nbsp; Coupled with her other modifications, being 'blessed', unexpectedly, with a sensation never experienced before might have been too much.&nbsp; I looked around, helplessly, for something I could use to shut her up.&nbsp; This was the training and discipline room, there had to be something.&nbsp; I scanned the room quickly, and saw, half way across the expanse of the room, a wall arrayed with a variety of implements.&nbsp; A few of which were gags.&nbsp; <br><br>I waited until she was taking a deep breath, then sprinted across the room, and snatched a cloth covered gag off the wall, and turned to run back as she let loose another wavering, piercing scream.&nbsp; Her mouth was wide open, and as I raced back to her, I cut her scream off by shoving the thick gag into her mouth, and snapping the straps closed behind her head.&nbsp; She was still screaming, or trying to, but her screams were muffled effectively.&nbsp; The other dogs off in the kennels, first excited into barking wildly at her screams quickly grew silent again.&nbsp; At least now I knew why her ears needed to be unplugged in a quiet area.&nbsp; <strong>"This will quiet you down a bit.&nbsp; Nod at me when you're done screaming your foolish head off, puppy.&nbsp; Then we can begin considering giving you a name."<br></strong><br><br>Likely she hadn't heard a word I said, I'd repeat most of it when she calmed down.&nbsp; In the meantime I resumed inspecting her, no doubt adding to her terror.&nbsp; Her nipples were leaking profusely now, indicating that a trip to the milking shed was in order, once she was calm enough to lead her around on her leash.&nbsp; Her breasts were large, very large, for her tiny frame, and I grabbed up the piled documents I'd set down earlier, and shuffled through them until I found the page I wanted.&nbsp; No breast changes were made, other than lengthening her nipples, and forcing uncontrolled, and constant lactation.&nbsp; She was just naturally large.&nbsp; Her skin, from all that I could see was flawless, and pale, her body delightfully curved, hips wide, bottom round and firm.&nbsp; The 'package' was completed with silky soft, and floppy spaniel ears sprouting from her head, and a long furred tail growing from the top of her rump.&nbsp; So far, she was everything I could have hoped for.&nbsp; Except for the screaming.&nbsp; I squinted at her, she was still going at it, but also still sitting in the position I'd put her in.<br><br><strong>"Are you ready to calm down yet?&nbsp; Or should I give you reason to scream some more?"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 15:16:06</strong>
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				Charity - Dog training area<br><br>Twenty one years.. I had never heard a thing.. in fact.. I didn't actually know what it meant.. how can you if you have never had something? The first thing you hear is when the The Devil.. says "Hello .. puppy." Tell me you wouldn't scream? <br><br>I could *hear* everything he said to me.. watching his lips. I stopped screaming. I stared at him. No.. I would not calm down.. I would never be calm again. I was in Hell.. and the Devil had given me the ability to hear.. that God had taken away. There was going to be a price.. a mighty big price. He kept touching me like he had a right to. <br><br>The price was too high. I knew my soul was at risk. I would have rather been deaf. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 15:59:07</strong>
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				William Knoff - DOG TRAINING AREA<br><br><br>She stopped screaming as quickly as she started, and she was staring at me, the heavy gag forcing her mouth open, strings of drool hanging from the corners of her mouth, and milky/clear liquid still drip, drip, dripping from her elongated teats.&nbsp; <strong>"That's better.&nbsp; Let's start over.&nbsp; You're a dog, a puppy, really, and like all puppies, you have a lot to learn.&nbsp; I am your owner.&nbsp; You might be thinking to yourself that animals don't think, or speak.&nbsp; You're rather special in that regard."</strong>&nbsp; I slid my hand from the back of her head, down to her rump, giving her tail a light tug, letting her know it was there, and she truly was an animal now.&nbsp; There was a last item I was going to check, and I moved slow, giving her time to realize, and consider exactly where my hand was going.&nbsp; Under her tail, palm stretched across the split of her round ass, then down, dipping my fingers between her cheeks.<br><br><strong>"Once you learn, once you're properly trained up, there will be times you'll be allowed to speak, even have your hands free, and walk on your hind legs.&nbsp; For that to happen, you have to learn to be the puppy you are."</strong><br><br>I found her puckered anus with my fingers, and I stopped there, waiting to see how she would react to my touch.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"When you think you can control yourself, I'll remove your gag.&nbsp; Just nod to me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 16:06:44</strong>
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				He was The Devil. I knew that he was going to touch me there. Our Pastor had spoken of witches, kissing the anus of The Devil. It was their pact. I was still, I wanted him to remove the gag so I could tell him exactly what I thought. <br><br>I didn't realise that the words I knew, "sounded" the way they did. I was going to have to work on how I pronounced things. Although.. its not like I talked much. Now.. I had something to say. <br><br>I did not flinch, I nodded slowly. I understood the score. To be allowed a freedom I must effect a price. The price was allowing him to touch me there. <br><br>I had never been touched like this before. It was a sin. I knew that. But, the bigger sin was to not set things straight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 16:19:40</strong>
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				William Knoff - DOG TRAINING AREA<br><br><br>She may have stiffened, but she obligingly did not pull away.&nbsp; She also nodded her understanding about her gag.&nbsp; First, I slipped my hand deeper between her legs, and found her wet, as expected, and ordered, then the tight opening of her pussy.&nbsp; Very tight.&nbsp; She was intact.&nbsp; Other than the wild screaming, it was going, I thought, well.&nbsp; I still hadn't walked her, and her first foray's on the leash would be confined to the grounds of the club, so she could see other pets, and other people, and have a chance to see, and study the interactions between them, interactions that would now dominate her existence.<br><br><strong>"Ok, gag is coming out, puppy.&nbsp; Behave yourself, and it will stay out."</strong><br><br>The other noises from the kenneling area had waned by this time, and I assumed most of the other members had selected their pets, and were off to play.&nbsp; I made a mental note to walk my new puppy into the public areas, in the chance of providing my puppy with a show, and a glimpse into her own immediate future. <strong> "Open your mouth wide..."</strong>&nbsp; I unsnapped the straps at the back of her head, then gingerly worked the gag out of her mouth.&nbsp; I set it to the side, close at hand, in case it was needed again, and stood back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 16:35:54</strong>
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				I wondered to myself if it was always this loud.. and how people could stand it. Maybe God hadn't been punishing me after all. <br><br>He was terrifyingly beautiful.. just as the pastor had described him. The most beautiful angel in heaven until he was cast out. He still smelt divine.. and his voice was magnificent. The first thing I got to hear was the voice of The Devil himself, the most attractive and compelling creature in existence other than God himself! I knew it was all designed to tempt me. That was his job after all. <br><br>But it was my job to inform him of a few things. The one good thing about being the deaf daughter is.. there was no future for you within the community other than being an old maid. So I got quite a bit of schooling.<br><br>"Mister Lucifer," I addressed him formally - my Papa said manners are important. "I am <em>not</em> a dog. My name is Charity Faith Pruitt. I will never be a dog. You might change me, and treat me like a dog, but beneath it all I will be a human being." I listened to myself, my voice sounded .. odd. "The reason for this Sir, is that I have a soul. Animals don't have souls. The bible says so. No matter what you do to me, how you make me act, no matter how long I remain here in Hell. I will always have a soul."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 17:06:01</strong>
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				William Knoff - DOG TRAINING AREA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mister Lucifer,&nbsp; I am not&nbsp; a dog. My name is Charity Faith Pruitt. I will never be a dog. You might change me, and treat me like a dog, but beneath it all I will be a human being.&nbsp; The reason for this Sir, is that I have a soul. Animals don't have souls. The bible says so. No matter what you do to me, how you make me act, no matter how long I remain here in Hell. I will always have a soul."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I turned around slowly, wondering where I'd placed the crop.&nbsp; Ahh, on the shelf underneath my pet.&nbsp; I bent down, and retrieved it, and gave her ass a healthy swat, "Smack!".<br><br><strong>"Apparently, I wasn't clear."</strong>&nbsp; I reached for her, and tapped her paw.&nbsp; <strong>"As long as those are on, and as long as your legs have their restraints, you do not speak, other than barking.&nbsp; Your name is not "Charity", or anything else, because I haven't given you a name.&nbsp; You were taken by the collection squads, and now you are a dog.&nbsp; Nothing more than a dog, and you are my personal property."</strong>&nbsp; Another stinging swat across her bare rump with my crop, this time with the stiff shaft, painfully across both her cheeks, "Whack!"&nbsp; <strong>"Once you learn to behave as the puppy you are, then, and only then, will I allow to you speak.&nbsp; When that happens, my name is William, but you can address me by my nickname, which is Master."</strong>&nbsp; Another slashing stroke across her stinging rump.&nbsp; <strong>"Every human you're allowed to speak to is Master, or Mistress.&nbsp; But before that will ever happen, you will learn your place with me first."</strong><br><br><strong>"The position you're in now.&nbsp; This is sitting.&nbsp; When I order you to sit, this is what you do, immediately."</strong>&nbsp; I adjusted her knees a little further apart, then her paws, directly in front of her knees, which resulted in exposing more of her breasts.&nbsp; Such full, and deliciously firm globes, such dark, and prominent nipples needed to be shown, not hid.&nbsp; <strong>"When I ask you questions, they will be yes, or no questions only.&nbsp; You answer with two barks for yes, and one for no.&nbsp; Do you understand?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 17:20:39</strong>
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				He insisted on being called not Lucifer but William or Master. I glared at him, only God was my Master! But why would I have expected that The Devil would have no compunction in blaspheming? <br><br>He was forcing me into a position where my breasts were stuck out.. and he could access my sex, and bottom more easily. I started to blush, realizing how exposed and vulnerable I was.. I had gotten this far on fear and fury.. now it was dawning on me the predicament I was in. For all intents and purposes I was here in Hell as The Devils play thing. I was scared. He was going to do terrible things to me. I clung tight to the unshakable knowledge that I had a soul. <br><br>I trembled with fear, and my sex started to throb.. I had felt this feeling before.. I understood it was temptation. I would ignore it. They had done something to me.. my breasts, my cunny.. I glared at him. Anger flaring in me.. pushing aside terror for a few seconds.. <br><br>I acted the only way I could.. I looked him in the eyes and I said very distinctly, "Bark. Bark."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 17:29:26</strong>
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				Sunshine, DOG CAGES with LAURENNE MERIETH<br><br>The gorgeous French woman standing over my cage confused me. I stared at her blankly as she spoke, but her words didn’t really register. It was like she was telling a story about someone else, someone who wasn’t me. Because everything I was hearing and seeing was completely impossible. Especially they way she was looking at me … that hungry, lecherous look on that pretty face of hers. Practically salivating. Like I was a piece of meat instead of a person … or a dog.<br><br>“There’s been a mistake,” I said to her, “I’m not a dog, I can speak, I aaiiiEEE!!!!!”<br><br>I cried out as she opened the cage and grabbed me, hauling me out. She took out an absolutely exquisite collar, black leather, studded with diamonds. It looked to be worth more than all of the jewelry I’d ever owned. I started thinking about how this collar might be the only piece of jewelry I’d ever own again and my eyes welled up with tears. I winced as the diamonds dug harshly into my neck, but the thought of being mistaken for a dog hurt far more at the moment than the gemstones scraping against my flesh.<br><br>“Please, I don’t want to,” I started to say, tears running down my cheeks now, but the woman didn’t notice. Or care, to be honest. Instead, she started to straddle me, and I gasped in shock as she clipped a leash onto my collar and started to fondle me. I tried curling up in a ball to escape her wicked hands, but that was almost worse … I realized quickly I was curling up like a bad, frightened dog. <br><br>The woman’s hands slithered over my breasts, and I screamed. Not from her touch, although that was horrible enough. My breasts were bigger, fuller than they were before … when I was … was … I stopped, and didn’t want to think about that. They’d been pierced, too, with two simple golden rings, and the woman tugged painfully on them. I bit my lip, unsure of myself all of a sudden … why did the tugging feel so good? and why was something strickling out of them …<em>milk?</em> It was awful, but I didn’t want her to stop … <br><br>… and then she slid her slender fingers into my pussy and I cried out again, louder this time. <em>That</em> felt even better. I thrust myself back against her fingers a few times before stopping myself, it felt so good. I shook my head, still crying.<br><br>“What did you do to me?” I asked the woman, my voice shaking uncontrollably as I begged her for an answer. “What’s wrong with me?” <br><br>She didn’t answer me, though. She just made a pleasant comment about how it was a pity I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and my cheeks burned red with shame. They burned even more when she stopped playing with my pussy, and instead casually slid a finger into my ass and started wiggling it around.<br><br>My head whipped around wildly as I heard another woman – also rich, also pretty, and als o incredibly cruel – casually ask if I was having my temperature taken, and then ask if she planned on shoving a fist in my ass … and then ask the woman sitting astride me if she wanted dinner later. Like this was all perfectly normal. Like it wasn’t some sick, monstrously horrible joke …<br><br><em>A fist in my ass?</em> I thought in despair. <em>I couldn’t … that’s so monstrous … I <strong>couldn’t</strong> …</em><br><br>And then I started crying, as I realized I was pushing my hips back again against her invading finger. It felt really good inside me, and I didn’t know why, and I absolutely hated it. And myself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 18:00:04</strong>
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				William Knoff - DOG TRAINING AREA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bark. Bark."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Another slashing, stinging blow with my crop across her already streaked rump.&nbsp; Harder this time.&nbsp; <strong>"Do it, don't say it."</strong>&nbsp; Another fat, milky clear drop clung to the end of her nipple, then fell with a tiny splash in the little wet puddle that was forming beneath her.&nbsp; I reached for her tit, and pinching behind her aureola, pulled my finger and thumb to the end of her prominent nipple, and was rewarded with a thin stream of almost milk.&nbsp; She'd need milking before too long.&nbsp; It was about time to try walking her, safely within the confines of the club, and let her get a look at other dogs, and the various owners, and other people she would soon be seeing on a regular basis.&nbsp; I also was ready for another drink.<br><br><strong>"I think, my puppy, that it's time to take you outside into the sun, and see how well you can control yourself in the presence of others.&nbsp; Mind....behave yourself, don't disappoint me, and I'll give you a name.&nbsp; Otherwise, it will be more of the crop."</strong><br><br>I unsnapped her leash, and pulled it from the restraining ring on the table, and lifted her in my arms, and sat her down on the tiled floor.&nbsp; I left her paperwork sitting on the adjacent table, knowing that the efficient staff would see it filed away properly, wherever it was they stored such things.&nbsp; <strong>"Stay close to me, don't gawp and stare at others, but keep her head up.&nbsp; If you need to relieve yourself, whine, and I'll take you to the pet area.&nbsp; Otherwise, remain silent."</strong><br><br>I gave a tug on her leash, and a light swat of the crop against her rump, and headed off purposefully, her choices were keep up obediently, or be dragged, and I was more than a little pleased that she chose to follow close along behind me.&nbsp; Past the other cages, then through the entrance to the palm lounge, and out into the garden. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 18:06:29</strong>
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				LAURENNE MERIETH - Dog Cages<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I see you two are getting on well, it's nice to see an owner taking an interest in the welfare of her pet, 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?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I looked up at Renée, with something of a smirk. "Ah Mais oui, ma chérie. I was just checking ze fit." And wit that I used my left hand to pull her buttocks appart and, forming the fingers of my right into a cone, thrust hem hard into the bitch's anus. Once inside, I had a quick feel around for any abnormalities, then clenched my fist, and pulled my hand out hard. It emerged with a wet pop, and I grimaced.<br><br>"Merde!" It was more a comment than an epithet. I tied the lead off so Sunshine couldn't escape and then moved to wash my hand clean. As I did so I decided it might be time to acknowledge her questions.<br><br>"You 'ave noticed zat you can speak, and yet you 'ave a tail and ears, comme une chienne, N'est-ce pas? Zis, ma chérie, est un grand mystère, a beeg mysterie.. You 'ave been taken by ze collection squads, made into a bitch, but you steel sink you are 'uman. I can assure you. You are a bitch. Oh, pardon. Zer ees no eensult intended. En France, le chien is ze dog. 'ee is male. La chienne is ze bitch, she is female.<br><br>"So... You can speak, but you will not speak. You will only bark. If you fail to do zis, you will be brutally punished. And I mean, brutally. I 'ave a bad reputassion ici. I pay ze fines because I can afford to, and I enjoy being brutal. So, do we understand each ozzer? You will bark twice for yes et seulement.. once, pour non."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 18:29:05</strong>
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				Charity - Training room <br><br>I expected the switching. I wasn't disappointed. I felt a bolt of fire go through me when he pinched my nipple. It was almost enough to make me forget I was naked.. but then it was almost enough to make me forget I wanted to be clothed. Satan was good at his job. I don't know exactly what went on between a woman and a man.. but I knew that I wanted to experience it. I was lost in the knowing that I wasn't going to leave here any time soon.. and.. that it was likely that Lucifer was going to .. see to it that I was going to find out. <br><br>There were so many things happening, I was processing so many things at once.. I didn't get time to see the other dogs. I could feel their anguish though it was palpable as I was dragged past them. I tried to keep my head up and all of my limbs moving at the same pace as him. I was a lot stronger than I had been before. When you were stuck in your body with no one else to talk to you know yourself pretty good.. I bet now I could navigate all of hell just by smell and hearing alone, even easier if I had seen it once. I could hear the sounds of his foot falls.. how they bounced off the walls.. it was like a bat's sonar. The door opened to the pool area and gardens.. <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 23:36:46</strong>
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				Roiyaru - Dog Cages<br><br>There were suddenly a lot more people.&nbsp; I didn't have to see them, with ears flicked up, and nose snuffling, I could hear, smell, and recognize them, follow them, with those senses alone, senses I didn't have before my conversion, at least not in the capacity I had now.&nbsp; Most I recognized.&nbsp; There was the one woman, I'd seen her before, and a man, familiar to me, then the head trainer, someone I'd learned not to cross, having been caned by her more than once, punishment that wasn't confined only to my bottom.&nbsp; She knew just how to inflict disciplinary pain, and I'd been forced to yelp, and cry out at her 'touch' often enough to cower quietly as she passed my cage.&nbsp; Yet another woman I recognized from scent, and sound alone joined the crowd somewhere out of my sight, down the line of cages where the new acquisitions were held.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.dogfacts.org/Siberian-Husky-1.jpg)</div><br>The first woman I recognized walked slowly down the line of cages, and paused to study me.&nbsp; I kept my eyes closed, though I still studied her.&nbsp; Her scent changed, subtly, from day to day, her breathing, even her pulse changed with it.&nbsp; I had no explanation for it, other than perhaps her menstrual cycle, but other women didn't change the same way she did, nor at the same rate.&nbsp; It was a mystery.&nbsp; Much of his world was now a mystery.&nbsp; She tarried for a moment, then rejoined the noisy conversation several rows of cages away from my own.&nbsp; And I'd had enough of the pressure in my bladder.&nbsp; I had to go!&nbsp; <br><br>I don't know if all males were modified as I was, no one bothered explaining things to dogs, but when I was on all fours, and lifted my leg, and angled it back slightly, my cock would...well, lean to that side, and I could relieve myself, without peeing all over me.&nbsp; I rolled to my 'feet', and positioned myself so I couldn't possibly threaten soaking my food bowl, bedding, or water bottle...though the male dog next to me was at risk, and with a groan, I released.&nbsp; I was panting heavily within seconds, it just felt so <em>good</em> to pee.&nbsp; <br><br>I was going to pay for that, as the scents, and sounds of all these females, human and dog alike, would make me quiver with desire, now that the burning need to just pee was being satisfied.&nbsp; I'd found a way....and I knew other dogs had as well....to satisfy myself.&nbsp; I was very flexible.&nbsp; I could easily reach my cock with my mouth.&nbsp; I was ashamed of that, god!&nbsp; I knew people watched, laughed, and pointed.&nbsp; But sometimes, I couldn't help it.&nbsp; I tried to ignore it, I always tried.&nbsp; Whimpering, I curled my way back on to my bedding, and tried to ignore my need.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 23:48:29</strong>
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				Sunshine, DOG CAGES with LAURENNE MERIETH<br><br>The feeling of the woman’s finger inside my ass felt shamefully good, I wanted her to keep it in their as much as I wanted her to pull it out … so I was scared when she suddenly pushed all of her fingers together at the pucker of my opening, spreading it open violently. Rudely, I felt her hand bury itself inside my rectum, her hand painfully stretching the walls of my asshole. I screamed, feeling like I was being ripped apart from the inside … and she wouldn’t stop! She kept working her hand inside my ass, getting herself inside up to her wrist, probing around my snug, stretched anal cavity with her fingers. I could feel her perfectly manicured nails scraping around my insides, and I began to bawl. I also felt myself pushing back against her …<br><br>“No,” I sobbed, “no, no, no …” It felt <em>good</em>? Even as painful, as disgusting … ? I hated myself so much. How could <em>anyone</em> enjoy that … even the most depraved whore in the whole world couldn’t enjoy that, there was no way … and all I could think about was how much I liked it, and how I wanted to play with my cunt while she fisted my ass?<br><br>“Stop,” I begged as she continued to work her fist inside me, “please stop” … even as my body betrayed me, and I wriggled around so I impaled my rectum harder on her hand. She finally pulled her hand out, and I yelped in pain … rolling over. Like a dog.<br><br>Through tear-filled eyes, my body burning in a weird mix of pleasure and agony, I stared hatefully up at the woman, despising every word that came out of her mouth.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3401690#msg3401690">Quote from: Chrystal on 02-08-2010, 18:06:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You 'ave noticed zat you can speak, and yet you 'ave a tail and ears, comme une chienne, N'est-ce pas? Zis, ma chérie, est un grand mystère, a beeg mysterie.. You 'ave been taken by ze collection squads, made into a bitch, but you steel sink you are 'uman. I can assure you. You are a bitch. Oh, pardon. Zer ees no eensult intended. En France, le chien is ze dog. 'ee is male. La chienne is ze bitch, she is female.<br><br>"So... You can speak, but you will not speak. You will only bark. If you fail to do zis, you will be brutally punished. And I mean, brutally. I 'ave a bad reputassion ici. I pay ze fines because I can afford to, and I enjoy being brutal. So, do we understand each ozzer? You will bark twice for yes et seulement.. once, pour non."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>If anyone’s a bitch, it’s you,</em> I thought, wishing she would die … and also wishing I was brave. Because I <strong>wasn’t</strong>. I was such a coward. The brave thing to do would be to run, to defy this evil cunt with every ounce of life, until I died or broke. But I didn’t want to do that. I was scared, so scared. I didn’t want to be brutally punished. I didn’t want to be hurt. Even though I knew I was wrong, I hoped that if I did want she wanted, she’d be nice to me. Maybe she’d feel sorry for me if I was good and she’d let me go. <br><br>And …<br><br>And my body ached. Her hand in my well-abused ass felt so good. I wanted her hand back in there. Or in my pussy, which dripped with desire. Or feeling my new luscious breasts, suckling my nipples and making them ache so wonderfully. Or … or …<br><br>I crouched down low on the ground, still crying. I tried wiping the tears out of my eyes, but seeing my clumsy mittens only made me cry harder, it didn’t help.<br><br>Softly, I barked. Like a lowly, common dog. And then I barked again. <br><br>And then I whimpered, even more softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 00:28:12</strong>
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				LAURENNE MERIETH - Dog Cages, with Sunshine<br>I love the expression on their faces when they realise that they have no choice but to submit. The tears make me feel like hugging them. And this puppy was no exception. She barked twice. "There there, good puppy." I took her in my arms and cuddled her. as I did I gently squeezed one of her breasts, feeling the milk in it. I rubbed my palm across her nipple and then licked the milk off. It tasted so good. I do love the taste of dog milk.<br><br>Of course it's very similar to human breast milk...<br><br>I noticed that she whimpered. It's natural for a dog to whimper when it wants something, so that is what our dogs are taught. I hadn't taught her that, yet, but maybe she had figured it out herself. "Do you want something my pet?"<br><br>As I waited to see how she would reply, I gently stroked her lower belly and her soft, smooth mound. I do like them to have a hairless mons. My fingers played gently around her labia, but refused to penetrate them, knowing this would drive her wild.<br><br>After she replied, I nodded, then explained something further as I led her obediently from the cage and toward the pool area.&nbsp; "You need to know, my pet, that if you attempt to escape, if you attempt to attract attention in public to the fact that you can still think, speak and understand, you will be put down. This is because you and the others like you do not exist. What is more, the things done to you by the collection squad, they did not happen. If you try to tell people they do, you will be killed. Probably in as painful a way as possible..." Of course I didn't know this for sure, but it always made them think, the ones that thought death might be preferable.<br><br>"I assume you want to live. If you don't, say so now, out loud, and I will have you put down, humanely. If you want to live say nothing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:06:04</strong>
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				Sunshine, DOG CAGES with LAURENNE MERIETH<br><br>I almost didn't realize the woman was trying to ... <em>comfort</em> me, I suppose? I didn't know what it was. I didn't see how the woman could possibly try to comfort me when she'd been busy burying her fist up my ass just a few moments before. But all I knew was that I was curled up on the ground, sobbing and whimpering ... and suddenly I felt this warm, gentle massaging of my breast. Before I could even think about what was happening, I found myself letting out a happy sigh of desire ... the massage felt so nice, so calming. I felt milk starting to trickle out of my nipple, and looked up in shock to see the woman lapping up my milk from the back of her hand.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3403399#msg3403399">Quote from: Chrystal on 03-08-2010, 00:28:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Do you want something my pet?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I started to speak, but stopped. I wanted to go back in the cage and hide. <em>How many barks was that?</em> I sat there cowering, not knowing what to say. And then she slipped her hand over my belly, rubbing it. It felt amazing ... a peaceful feeling washed over me. I lay on my back so she could rub it some more.<br><br><em>What are you DOING?</em> I thought, except it seemed like the thoughts were faint and far away. <em>She's a monster ... stop it!</em><br><br>But I couldn't. And I whined happily when she stroked the area around my smooth slit. I found myself wanting, aching to be fucked. I humped my hips against her hand, trying to push her fingers inside me. I whined more when she slid her fingers away ... and then I started to cry again. I just wanted to fuck like an animal ... I didn't even care who it was ... and I knew how wrong and sick that was.<br><br>What <strong>was</strong> I?<br><br>As I waited to see how she would reply, I gently stroked her lower belly and her soft, smooth mound. I do like them to have a hairless mons. My fingers played gently around her labia, but refused to penetrate them, knowing this would drive her wild.<br><br>The woman tugged gently on my leash. I followed along, wincing from the hurt. The collar dug cruelly into my neck with each gentle tug. She started to speak to me, and this time I listened carefully.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3403399#msg3403399">Quote from: Chrystal on 03-08-2010, 00:28:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You need to know, my pet, that if you attempt to escape, if you attempt to attract attention in public to the fact that you can still think, speak and understand, you will be put down. This is because you and the others like you do not exist. What is more, the things done to you by the collection squad, they did not happen. If you try to tell people they do, you will be killed. Probably in as painful a way as possible..." Of course I didn't know this for sure, but it always made them think, the ones that thought death might be preferable.<br><br>"I assume you want to live. If you don't, say so now, out loud, and I will have you put down, humanely. If you want to live say nothing."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I stopped for a moment, crying out in pain as the collar pulled hard against my neck. A thin trickle of blood ran down my pale throat. I wanted to say something. <strong>I don't!!!</strong> I wanted to shout. That would've been the smart thing. The brave thing. But deep down ... I didn't want to die. Freedom sounded wonderful, but death didn't. I wanted to live. And if that meant living like an animal ... <br><br><em>You're not an animal</em>, I thought. <em>You'll convince her. You'll see. You'll do everything she wants, she'll eventually look at you like a person, not a dog, and someday she'll let you go. You just need to do whatever she wants know. To get her trust.</em><br><br>I didn't think about the fact that it'd be hard to convince the woman of that when I didn't even believe it myself.<br><br>I didn't say anything. I just sadly slunk alongside my new mistress, my head hanging low, not making a sound as I followed her to the pool (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.0).
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 00:29:13</strong>
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				Roiyaru - Dog Cages<br><br>The various sounds, and scents...those that could have freed me from my cage faded, as the people behind them...all women, selected the various dogs that appealed to them, and took them out...., and I was left alone to my own gnawing torture.&nbsp; I rolled restlessly on to my back, and wriggled against my bedding.&nbsp; I could satisfy myself...it would last for a few minutes.&nbsp; I could have momentary respite from the burning pain in my balls, the unquenchable desire that consumed my days and nights.&nbsp; For a brief moment.&nbsp; Doing so now, during the day, while the eyes of the trainers were on me, was not a good idea.&nbsp; I'd been introduced to the spiked collar once, and had been forced to suffer it for an entire week.&nbsp; That was all it took.&nbsp; I was a bloody mess when they finally took that thing off.&nbsp; I wasn't going to risk that again.<br><br>I glanced at my food bowl.&nbsp; There was some kibble left.&nbsp; A dry, crunchy, and flavorless 'food', but it might give me something to do to keep my mind off my cock.&nbsp; Speaking of which, it ached, and throbbed, and wept, even poised above my abdomen, touching nothing.&nbsp; If there was a hell, I could give Satan tips.&nbsp; He had nothing on this...place, I supposed.&nbsp; Wherever it was, though probably, almost certainly in Europe.&nbsp; Somewhere.<br><br>I let my legs fall open, and squirmed against my bed, and closed my eyes.&nbsp; Sleep, if I could find it, would offer some escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 01:55:26</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br>The hustle and bustle went on. The noisy complaining girl was taken from her cage by the tall statuesque brunette, a man came over and gave her something to sign... she clipped a leash to her collar and... they went away. I squatted there gawping at it all. Led away like a dog. Further down the other woman was doing what sounded like painful things to the smaller girl before she too was dragged out and away.<br><br>Peace descended on the cages again, there were still several filled ones around me but the big dog with the big... thing was ignoring me and on my other side the smaller boy with the cute face looked like he was asleep. He had hardly stirred during the whole commotion.<br><br>Across the aisle several girls and boys were eyeing me and each other. All had ears and tails and collars and these stupid paw gloves and leggings that were hard at the ankle so you could not stand up.<br><br>I spoke up in my broken English.<br><br><strong>"So. Uhn... Herro? Speakers. We are all the speakers, yes? All you are? Not dogs? Why we here?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 02:30:43</strong>
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				Roiyaru - Dog Cages<br><br>I wiggled around on my back, chasing a persistent itch, sleep alluding me, when the other new dog shattered the panting silence of the kennels.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So. Uhn... Herro? Speakers. We are all the speakers, yes? All you are? Not dogs? Why we here?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I could smell her, of course.&nbsp; And she sounded so sweet, and delicious.&nbsp; I would have loved to mount her.&nbsp; Or mount anything.&nbsp; She was two...no, three rows down.&nbsp; A new acquisition.&nbsp; I rolled over, squirming against my bedding, and studied her, upside down.&nbsp; She had her paws on, and her thigh highs.&nbsp; And she was talking.&nbsp; I woofed at her...(I had my paws on too, and I'd learned....with paws on, I was a dog.&nbsp; I behaved like a dog, or I would be caned).&nbsp; She had lovely pale breasts, and dark nipples...and I could smell her sex.&nbsp; She was wet, and ready, and I wanted her.&nbsp; <strong>"Woof, wroof!"</strong><br><br>It was the best I could manage.&nbsp; She looked at me...well, I think she looked at me.&nbsp; A tiny pale, and lovely little thing.&nbsp; Ungggh!&nbsp; Some Master, or Mistress would find her soon enough.&nbsp; <strong>"Woof!"</strong>&nbsp; Oh god, I was so hard, I wanted her!&nbsp; But I would be left to suffer when they came for her....until the lights were turned out, and I'd be forced to take my own cock in my mouth.&nbsp; I whimpered...god it was so...shameful.&nbsp; <br><br>All the sounds of the trainers were distant, and muted.&nbsp; Their scents gone from the air.&nbsp; I could risk it.&nbsp; I could whisper...I knew she would hear.&nbsp; It was better than just lying there, hurting and aching.&nbsp; And she would soon feel enough of that as it was, either from the trainers, or a curious Master or Mistress.&nbsp; I could, or should, at least warn her.<br><br><br><strong>"Wroof!&nbsp; hush...quiet...&nbsp; Woof!"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 12:15:17</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br>Earlier I had tried sitting back on my tail, my spine on my bedding and tucking a foot against my sex so the heel rubbed at me... it had been exhausting because it was uncomfortable and my foot was held straight by the rigid stocking coverings that were on my legs. I tried to get release but couldn't. What was I to do, I was helpless. I wanted to scratch this itch but couldn't. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even back up against the mesh and grind my sex against it because my legs wouldn't spread that wide. My hands were almost useless in these stupid gloves... I whimpered in frustration.<br><br>After I had spoken the big dark skinned boy a couple of cages down said 'woof' or rather not said it but barked like a dog would. I frowned at him. I knew the lady in the corset had said to the noisy dog about speaking but... that was stupid. Dogs don't talk, we all know they don't talk and I could, so could the other girls.<br><br>Then the boy clearly said something. I turned in his direction and put my gloved hands on the mesh.<br><br><strong>"<em>Nani?</em>"</strong> <em>What?</em> <strong>"Why? Are you sleepy mister? Being talking with me! <em>Onegai!</em>"</strong> <em>Please!</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 14:47:27</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Outside the Dog Cages with Monique Ribault</strong><br><br>"Here we are, <em>Doctor</em>" muttered Ribault, the last word rolling off her tongue like poison. "Do you need help selecting, or..."<br><br><strong>"Quiet!"</strong> I hissed, ear pressed closed to the door to the cage room. I'd heard something.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Are you sleepy......? Being ...... with me! On.....!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I only caught a few of the words. I motioned impatiently for Ribault to leave me be. She did so, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Now alone, I pressed closer against the door, trying to catch what was being said. It was a rare opportunity to hear what these free thinking dogs said to one another when alone, and I was not about to interrupt them just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 19:36:45</strong>
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				Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br><br>Still on my back, I scrunched my way further down my bedding until my head hung backwards off it, and I considered the new female.&nbsp; She wasn't being quiet at all, and she had to have heard the threat the trainer made to the other bitch.&nbsp; I didn't hear any trainers in the area, they were off, doing whatever it was they did.&nbsp; Maybe I could try quieting her again.&nbsp; Otherwise they would eventually come, they always did, and silence her the same way they did to me, and all the other dogs.&nbsp; With a cane, a crop, a whip, a paddle.&nbsp; Whichever tools they were most comfortable with.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Nani?" What? "Why? Are you sleepy mister? Being talking with me! Onegai!" Please!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Why I even bothered, I don't know.&nbsp; She would eventually learn her painful lessons like we all did.&nbsp; But, in a way, if I did say something, if she did listen, I would be stealing a little of the sadistic pleasures the owners and trainers so enjoyed inflicting on us.&nbsp; I listened carefully, and heard muted footsteps behind a door...then they retreated.&nbsp; It was a blessing to have such sensitive hearing!&nbsp; I licked my lips, and spoke softly, quietly, knowing she could hear me, <strong>"Quiet, or they'll come and punish you."</strong><br><br>It felt good to say something.&nbsp; It made me feel I was still a human, still a man, in some small way.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:10:37</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MimiAvatar.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Quiet, or they'll come and punish you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I went down on all fours and shuffled to that side of my cage where the boy was. Between us was a sleeping girl with red hair and a thick red tail almost like... like... <em>kitsune</em>. A fox. I knelt up and gripped the mesh with my fingers - or tried to. My padded glove things - <em>so stupid!</em> - bumped the wire cage.<br><br>He was whispering but quite loudly, it was easy to hear him over the shuffling and snuffling and a little weeping noise that was coming from the various cages.<br><br><strong>"Uh?"</strong> I was puzzled and put my head on one side. I didn't even know it but my ears turned and cocked right up stiff and swivelled, pointed at him to gather in every morsel of sound. He was laying on his back, his head hanging off this end of his futon so he was upside-downy. His chest was a thick brown barrel of muscle and he had grey-black-white hears and hair. And lower down was...<br><br>I glanced aside. It was rude to look. I knelt with knees together and my arms squashed to the front of my body, hiding my nakedness.<br><br><strong>"Shush why?"</strong> I asked, <strong>"Why punish? What place of this sort is this? Where is this?"</strong> I was still struggling with the language.<br><br><strong>"Processing is ended here? To make us dogs?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:19:45</strong>
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				Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br><br>It was still quiet, no noises outside of restless, or sleeping dogs.&nbsp; No warning footsteps, no approaching trainers, no sound of trainers at all.&nbsp; There were cameras, under little smoky dark globes of plastic spaced along the ceiling.&nbsp; I recognized them, having seen similar gadgets countless times, back when I was still a human.&nbsp; I hoped there was no need to observe them during the day, with so many trainers moving around, and further hoped there were no microphones.&nbsp; <br><br>She was trying to cover herself, which didn't do much, having only her arms, and she was very pretty.&nbsp; I tried to push that out of my mind, unsuccessfully.&nbsp; Desire, well, need, was always there, it never went away.&nbsp; I fell asleep with it.&nbsp; I woke with it.&nbsp; They did that to me, and other things.&nbsp; My balls were larger, and hung down between my thighs when they let me out to walk, and...I had a seemingly endless capacity to fuck just about anything.&nbsp; If I had limits, they hadn't been discovered yet.&nbsp; But having an endless appetite, and being confined, and unable to satisfy that hunger was pure torture.&nbsp; I'm sure the people knew that.&nbsp; I listened, wriggling around on my back, still trying to find that itch, and stared at the new puppy.<br><br><br>The pretty little dog was still making noises, still talking.&nbsp; Questions questions questions.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Processing is ended here? To make us dogs?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Processing is done.&nbsp; You're a dog now.&nbsp; And you must not speak.&nbsp; The people will hear you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:34:06</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Processing is done. You're a dog now. And you must not speak. The people will hear you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I shook my head, bewildered. <strong>"<em>Iie</em>,"</strong> - no - <strong>"Is not dog. Is talking. Is thinking. Is... is... hating it! Dogs love it, Shizuku hates it!"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 09:31:41</strong>
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				Scamp watched as they descended on the other...dogs...he forced himself to use the word, like a pack of hungry vultures. Within minutes, several of them, especially the pretty young girls, had begun suffering under their attentions. The room was filled with the sound of begging, frantic pleas and uncomfortable grunts.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>This is wrong, something is wrong. Why can they all still talk. Why can they all still <strong>Think</strong>? Why can I still think?</em><br><br>Something had gone wrong with the transformation process, for all of them, and they had been collected here. The blood drained from his face and the timid new Terrier retreated toward the back of his cage, hoping to avoid notice for awhile, at least until some of the well-dressed people who had taken the cages by storm sated their cruelty on someone...something...else.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 20:39:21</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Outside the Dog Cages<br></strong><br>My pen was shooting across the page at my usual frantic pace, my small messy handwriting making note after note, trying to catch exactly what the animals were saying to one another.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Notebook, page 2</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">quote D1- <em>'Quiet, .. they'll come and punish ....'</em> Possible evidence of animals looking out for each other (?) Tone unable to determine, try to pick up upon, anger, fear, pity... ?<br>quote D2- <em>'Why punish? What place of .... sort is this? Where .. this?' </em>No prior knowledge of club, widespread knowledge not available (how common?), animals not given information (why? fear as control?) D2 possible of foreign origin, unknown. Find.<br>Quote D1- <em>'Processing is done.&nbsp; You're a dog now.&nbsp; And you must not speak.&nbsp; The ...... will hear you.' </em>D1 either knowledgeable of club or been longer- not fresh intake (Q.- ask if possible) <br>quote D2-<em> 'Iie, is not dog. Is talking. Is thinking. Is... is... hating it! Dogs love it, Shizuku hates it'</em> D2 possibly Japanese (basis- Iie- no, Jap. Correct? Check). Knowledge of former name (Shizuku (?)) indicates memory intact, extent (?) Full/ partial?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I'd forgotten all about why I'd originally come to the cages- listening to these animals talk without an owner present was something I'd probably never get a chance to do again soon. I turned my head back behind me for a split second, checking if any trainers were coming. The last thing I wanted was for one to barge in and shut them up just as they were getting into what I hoped would become a full on conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleMonster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 21:09:48</strong>
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				Pogo - DOG CAGES<br><br><strong>"Unf."</strong> I rolled over onto my stomach. My head was aching like someone had knocked me with a two-by-four. I rolled onto my back, putting a hand over my face. Was I wearing gloves? Immediately, I opened my eyes, wondering what was going on. <strong>"Fuck."</strong> I was wearing leather mittens, locked at the cuffs. This was wrong. Something was very very wrong. I remembered the party, the raid, the...events after that. I hadn't been a virgin before, but I certainly hadn't been ready for the gangbanging. I bit my lip, not wanting to think about the way I had been beaten and violated. I could feel my clit throbbing dully between my legs. I was...turned on? I rubbed my thighs together, surprised at the sticky wetness. There was a lot of it. And I couldn't get the image of being fucked on all fours out of my head. <br><br>I knew what had happened to me. At least, partly. I'd been collected by a squad, then sent to a lab where they attached these ridiculous ears and a tail. But they'd failed to lobotomize me. I remembered being furious. It wasn't fair to be turned into an animal but forced to retain all these human feelings. But then I realized that around me, two other dogs were speaking. In English. <strong>"Wait! Hello?"</strong> I could see an Asian girl a few cages down. I'd been terrified that I would be the only free-thinking dog in a kennel full of mindless puppies, unable to communicate with anyone at all. <br><br>The male dog was in the cage right next to mine, and as I looked at him, I became all too aware of the ache in my extremely sensitive (and extremely sticky) nether regions. Again. I could see his hard cock, and all I wanted right at that moment was to be fucked and fucked hard. I forced myself to look at his face, my eyes frantically scanning his features. <strong>"I--"</strong> I was at a loss. Neither of them could help me get out, they were both as stuck as I was. <strong>"Where are the people?"</strong> I winced at my choice of words. Already I'd separated myself from humans, referring to myself as a dog. I never would have admitted it aloud, but that fact aroused me even more. A small part of me <em>enjoyed</em> this. I was disgusted with myself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 03:05:26</strong>
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				Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br><br><strong>"No!&nbsp; Shhh.&nbsp; Some people are mean.&nbsp; Be quiet.&nbsp; Wait!"</strong><br><br>All this noise!&nbsp; The trainers would come.&nbsp; I didn't have time to explain it, and she kept asking questions.&nbsp; I didn't want to risk being taken out and punished.&nbsp; When...I was not behaving properly, like a dog, it was always painful.&nbsp; It was better to remain quiet, and pretend to be asleep.&nbsp; After the lights went out, perhaps we could whisper.&nbsp; <strong>"Quiet.&nbsp; No talking now!"</strong>&nbsp; Then another new dog stirred, and groaned, and looked around.&nbsp; Right next to me.&nbsp; There was another yet.&nbsp; A male?&nbsp; A further cage down?&nbsp; He was quiet.&nbsp; Smart dog.&nbsp; <br><br>My eyes swiveled to the newly awake puppy.&nbsp; This was proving to be fun, and it would be better if they whispered, or remained silent.&nbsp; They didn't realize, not this new bitch, or the....Oryental...I think I had the right word, had realized at first how naked and exposed they were, and I had several seconds to let my eyes wander across delicious female flesh before human modesty forced them to try to hide their bodies.&nbsp; Was I that noisy, at first?&nbsp; Briefly, I think.&nbsp; I remembered calling out, over and over, and then the sound of that human female, click, click, click, in those heals, and then my cage door snapping open.&nbsp; My lesson had been humiliating, and painful.&nbsp; These two, if they didn't heed my advice, would learn the same.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Where are the people?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I listened, and heard nothing, outside of restless dogs, shifting in their cages, and far off human voices, Chattering away about things I couldn't quite make out. <br><br><strong>"They're coming.&nbsp; Be quiet and wait for them."</strong><br><br>I twisted, and shifted around, until I could keep both females in sight, then shut my mouth, and just enjoyed the lovely sight, and scent of them, wishing, just wishing, for a few moments with either of them!&nbsp; A fat viscous drop of precum oozed from the slit at head of my cock, then slid down to it's broad rimmed crown, before dropping wetly onto my abdomen.&nbsp; I barely noticed it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 12:59:55</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br>A sleeping girl next to the dark skinned muscly (and yummy) boy stirred and woke up.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fuck."<br><br>"Wait! Hello?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"<em>Konnichiwa!</em>"</strong> I said brightly to the girl with pale skin and oval face and one sprazzly black ear and one sprazzly white ear.<br><br>I saw her look at a certain place on the brown skinned boy. I put my hand over my mouth and suppressed a giggle. All my teens I've be aware of boys talking to my chest and not my face, yet here where we were all kept naked us girls were just as bad. He wasn't helping though, sprawled on his back with that wonderful <em>flagpole</em> sticking up. If these cages weren't here I'd mount him in a flash and bounce up and down screaming my head off.<br><br>That thought made me whimper and I pressed one of the stupid gloves between my legs. It was no good, shame or no shame, people watching or not, I couldn't bear it any more. I began to rub myself. I bit my lip with a helpless moan, it felt so <em>good</em> to touch. My clitoris was on fire. Looking down at it I was shocked. It was <em>huge</em>, swollen up much more than it usually is and sticking out like a small penis, the shiny pink head well clear of the hood that looked smaller somehow. I groaned and carried on rubbing, curling up in a ball, my hands between my thighs. If I rubbed the firm part of the glove that covered the ball of my thumb on each side of my clit, rubbing over my mons and down to my lips and back, that worked.<br><br><em>Oh fuck does that work!</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Where are the people?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"No people now!"</strong> I said, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes. Pleasure was coming.. soon... soon, so goooood... I began to hump against my hands, grunting, uncaring who heard me.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"No! Shhh. Some people are mean. Be quiet. Wait!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I ignored the boy's call to be quite, I was losing control. More.. more... there, just there, oh yes...!<br><br><strong>"Uhnn...mmm...mmm...hmm...nnnn..."</strong><br><br>I uncurled and flopped onto my back. My back arched... My tail, of its own accord was wagging about, the tip thumping against my futon.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Quiet. No talking now!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>I'm not talking... I'm... coming...!</em> <strong>"Hai! Hai! Uouh-haiiii!"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"They're coming. Be quiet and wait for them."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"UhhhRRR!"</strong> I began grunting out a string of Japanese words under my breath, dirty talking. Shinji-kun had dirty talked to me when we did it in his car. It turned me on. I spewed out a long string of filth. It sent me higher up the spiral. I began panting, I was beyond stopping now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 13:30:05</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Outside the Dog Cages</strong><br><br>More paper, more ink, more notes. D1 I surmised was a little more experienced than D2, the Asian bitch. He was telling her to be quiet, most likely aware of the methods the trainers used to quieten any outbursts of talk between the dogs. He seemed to retain a concern for others, even after suffering so much himself (or, so I assumed for the time being). The club evidently failed to break the animals completely, unable to quash all their human emotions and cares... or perhaps it happened later on, and D1 was simply a week or two more experienced than the Asian bitch. So many possibilities... I stopped writing for a second- another voice had piped up, another bitch.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Wait! Hello? Where are the people?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Confusion. It linked in neatly with what I'd written early, about the pets not being given any information at all, until they met the club members, of course. In a way it was more traumatic, finding out what was going on a few moments before it actually happened. If they were told and allowed to mull over it, would it be less painful? Perhaps. Maybe one day I could order in a dog and have them informed of what the club did, gauging their response when I picked them up a few hours later... More noise came from the Asian bitch.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Konnichiwa!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>So, she was Japanese. Though I was by no means fluent, I knew the phrase was used to greet someone, to wish them well. It seemed terribly out of place, such a bright, normal greeting coming from a girl who'd experienced a huge mental upheaval and environment change. Maybe some animals were more resilient to breaking than others? I didn't know. Maybe it was normal for animals to behave in this manner? I kept listening.<br><br>The Japanese bitch started making a number of odd moaning noises, and I had to push my ear right against the door as her voice lowered, as she spoke a string of Japanese words I couldn't understand. Though I couldn't see what was happening, I was smart enough to make a guess. If she was on heat, as most dogs were, she would need to cum fairly regularly, and from the sounds of it, she was moaning and whispering because she was attempting to get herself off. I grinned. It was ingenious, really, putting the animals on heat. Make them horny enough, and they'd do anything for an orgasm. Of course, I knew it was strictly forbidden for animals to cum under their own actions in the cages, but I wasn't about to report her. What I was going to do though was add in a variable to the whole thing.<br><br>Very gently, I tapped my knuckle against the door. It wasn't loud enough for a human to hear, unless they were very close to me, but I knew that dog hearing was frequently enhanced. By my reasoning,&nbsp; it was loud enough to at least startle them. I turned back to my pad with baited breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleMonster</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 13:52:51</strong>
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				Pogo - DOG CAGES<br><br>The Asian corgi had been the first to speak after I woke up.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"<em>Konnichiwa!</em>"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>That was Japanese, I was almost sure of it. Not that knowing that made anything any better. I spoke only English and some very poor Spanish. <strong>"Er, hi."</strong> I smiled back, but was confused by her sudden brightness. The dark skinned husky seemed to know more than the Asian girl. Or maybe it was just because he spoke in unbroken English that I assumed this? He seemed much more concerned about staying quiet than she did, anyway. I didn't quite understand. What was the big deal if there were no people around? Anyway, they were the ones who'd left us "intact," would they complain about us talking amongst ourselves? By the way he acted though, there was reason to be afraid. Judging by what the collection squads had done, I wouldn't be surprised if they were equally terrible here.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"They're coming. Be quiet and wait for them."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I nodded, all the time keeping my eyes on his delicious body. I'd be hot many times before. But this...This was different. It was like a whole new level of arousal. I didn't just want that dripping cock in me, I <em>needed</em> it. Ugh, my thoughts were getting away from me again. I couldn't very well do anything with these mitts on. At least, I thought I couldn't. The corgi had already started going at herself, actually humping her hands between her legs. I felt my face burn red as I watched; my hand tucking itself between my legs. But the husky was telling her to be quiet, so I restrained myself from doing anything more than pressing against my clit. However, that only seemed to make it worse. I took my hand out from between my legs and ground my teeth, envious of the corgi's obvious pleasure. <br><br>As she began rambling on and on in Japanese, I felt my ears tuck back against my skull. I was nervous. The husky seemed to know how things worked around here. I trusted his advice to stay quiet, even though I really wanted to slam against the bars and make as much noise as I could. The problem was that I didn't know how the people here would react. <br><br>A tap on the door. So quiet I wasn't even sure if I'd heard it. I got onto all fours, my floppy ears perking up to listen. <br><br><strong>"Shh, dammit! Did you hear that?"</strong> I asked, looking at the husky. No doubt the female was too busy moaning to care. <strong>"Are they coming?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 15:48:51</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Shh, dammit! Did you hear that? Are they coming?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I am! Ouuuhh-AAAH!"</strong> So close... I was so close... My feet kicked out at the mesh rattling it loudly. I didn't care, I needed this, needed it so <em>bad</em>. I twisted right over onto my side and rubbed my over-sensitised nipples against the steel mesh of my cage where it faced into the room, the new rings through them clinking as I pushed back and forth, grunting helplessly. Opposite me no doubt several pairs of eyes were watching. Suddenly that just made it seem worse. Or better.<br><br>My mind heard Shinji-kun's voice that night above Niitaka in the parking area by the woods, a place famous for pervert night stalkers who watched the young couples making out in their cars. Shinji-kun's Honda was bouncing about, the suspension squeaking. He was behind me on the back seat, slamming into me from behind telling me what a great fuck I was and what a dirty girl I was and what great tits I had and other things I loved to hear when I'd opened my eyes to see two men outside the car, not many feet away just... watching. Watching us. Watching <em>me</em>. Watching me get fucked doggy style in the back of a six year old Honda Civic with a dented wing. I was cheap, I was easy, I was a whore to let a boy fuck me like this where perverts watched and used their camera phones to put the videos on the web. But I didn't care. I loved it, the fact that total strangers were watching me come made it much more exciting. I'd put my sweaty palms on the window and pressed my face to it and looking at them screamed as Shinji-kun jerked at me like an animal and sent me over the top...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 18:22:55</strong>
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				Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br><br>The new dog was staring at me.&nbsp; Staring at my cock.&nbsp; I wriggled more, liking her eyes on me, and I stared back, her proximity, her scent was just so close, it was making me drool, and I was panting heavily.&nbsp; I wanted out!&nbsp; I wanted her, I wanted something, anything!&nbsp; The other girl dog was making even more noise.&nbsp; I turned my attention to her, and watched, tongue lolling from my mouth as she ground her hips against her paws.&nbsp; Kicking at her cage, and carrying on.&nbsp; That much noise would bring the trainers.<br><br>I turned back to the other girl dog, and gave a tiny shake of my head.&nbsp; Then....."Tap".&nbsp; My ears flicked up at that.&nbsp; It was a different noise, it came from an unexpected direction.&nbsp; It wasn't a dog noise, it didn't come from a cage, but from a door.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Shh, dammit! Did you hear that?"........"Are they coming?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I didn't know.&nbsp; My ears stayed up.&nbsp; They often seemed to move of their own volition turning toward noises, or voices, or footsteps.&nbsp; I did enjoy such exquisitely sensitive hearing.&nbsp; It was helping to keep me out of trouble.&nbsp; Sometimes.&nbsp; I'd been caught doing bad things before, because, like the Oryental girl dog, I was lost in what I had been doing.&nbsp; I spent five days with a spiked cock ring on, and weights attached to my balls for that.&nbsp; "That" being, convincing another girl dog to press her bottom against the shared bars of our cages so I could lick her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I heard.&nbsp; Shh.&nbsp; Lay down, be silent."</strong><br><br>I reluctantly rolled over on to my side, and curled up on my bedding, and tried to pretend I was disinterested in my new neighbors.&nbsp; I was still drooling, and panting uncontrollably.&nbsp; I couldn't stop, that, or the slow subtle movements of my hips, desperate to get my cock into something.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 19:32:07</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://images.adultemart.com/ps/pb/S0416bb.jpg)</div><br>Bah.&nbsp; The work never ended.&nbsp; In addition to giving all the dogs, Club owned, and private, their monthly dental rinses, we'd also received a large shipment of new animals that needed their initial workups finalized, and I was falling behind, and my reports to Monsieur Marc were already late!&nbsp; These dogs represented a huge investment for The Club, and they were very well cared for.&nbsp; From the type of food they were provided with, the vitamins that were added to their water bottles, to the dental rinses, innoculations, and frequent exams, I was rarely not busy.&nbsp; I was also on call, yes, 24 hours a day, as the only Veterinarian the Club employed.&nbsp; Merde!&nbsp; This was going to be a long long day.&nbsp; Several of the new dogs had been rushed to their cages, sometimes still unconscious right from their shipping crates, as the receiving area was already full.<br><br>I gathered up several clipboards, a leash, a plastic bottle of the greenish tinted dental rinse, and my most favorite 'persuader', a very nice long handled paddle, thin and flexible of shaft, with a stiff, reinforced leathern paddle at one end, and a leather wrist loop at the other.&nbsp; And then noise!&nbsp; A female voice, a new dog, in some other language, maybe....Japanese?&nbsp; Then kicking, and moaning.&nbsp; Someone was being a naughty little dog!&nbsp; I stood, and hurried toward the kennel door, almost running into Dr. Vernecoombe who was standing still, and silent, with her ear pressed against the door, no doubt still plumbing for the inner secrets of the Club's dogs.&nbsp; <strong>"Pardon, Dr. Vernecoombe, some naughty puppy needs my attention."</strong><br><br>I smiled agreeably at her, and pushed through the door.&nbsp; Ah yes, the racket was coming from the new dogs.&nbsp; Or dog.&nbsp; The naughty little thing was kicking and thrashing happily away, her paws shoved between her legs, blind, and oblivious to my unannounced presence!&nbsp; I strode rapidly to her cage, and slapped my paddle against it's door.&nbsp; <strong>"Now then!&nbsp; What is all this noise?&nbsp; Is this any way for pretty little dog to behave?&nbsp; Non!&nbsp; So shameful, and dirty."</strong>&nbsp; I thumped the pile of clipboards on top of her cage, and knelt down in front of her.&nbsp; <strong>"Oui, I have just the thing for you, little one."</strong><br><br>I glanced at the informational card fixed in it's holder on the front her cage.&nbsp; <strong>"Mimi, is it?&nbsp; A lovely name for such a dirty little puppy."</strong>&nbsp; I stood, now that she had quieted, and distributed the clipboards, placing them on the appropriate cages, whether they currently held a dog, or not.&nbsp; Apparently the ever exuberant club members had taken advantage of this new shipment, eager, no doubt, to get their hands on the lovely new dog flesh, and stake their claims.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You first, Mimi, eh?&nbsp; Let's get you taken care of."</strong>&nbsp; I gave the frightened looking bitch my nicest wicked grin, and opened her cage.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 20:37:37</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Outside the Dog Cages</strong><br><br>I shook my pen angrily. Why did I have to run out of ink at a time like this, why? I cursed silently, keeping my ear close to the door. I guess I'd just have to remember as much as I could from their conversation... Though, in fairness, proper conversation hadn't really begun- D1 had fallen silent, seemingly wary of being caught, whilst the Japanese bitch had gone the opposite route, crying out and moaning with reckless abandon, kicking the cage and pretty much drowning out what D1 and 3 were saying.. or maybe saying, I couldn't tell over her damn noise.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Pardon, Dr. Vernecoombe, some naughty puppy needs my attention."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I almost jumped out of my skin, caught unaware by Doctor Allain-Emelin Chodomer. I took a deep breath, feeling a little silly for having been caught listening in on the cage room. Replacing my dud pen and notebook in my handbag, I smiled back at him, recomposing myself.<br><br><strong>"Oh, of course, doctor, of course... I got a little carried away with my notes I'm afraid, you know how it is with me... I think I may join you."</strong><br><br>I rather liked Dr. Chodomer. From what I'd heard he'd had a bit of a dodgy past, but he'd cleaned up quite a lot since he had been hired by the club, and did a sterling job keeping the pets in good health. He'd questioned me socially about why I did what I did, and took some minor interest in it, allowing me to look about his surgery and take notes about the drugs he used throughout his workday. He was perfectly charming, though sometimes I had to admit, as did he, he could get a little bit rough with the more unruly animals. Still, at times I had been guilty of being a little too enthusiastic and pushed a pet too far. We were all guilty of our own little crimes. I followed him quietly into the cage room, looking about, trying to work out who D1, 2 and 3 were.<br><br>I couldn't see D1 anywhere, though I wasn't surprised- if he was as experienced as I thought he was, he'd be still and silent now, with no way of distinguishing him from the other animals. Likewise, D3 could have been anywhere, and there was very little chance of them talking out of turn now the good doctor was in the room. The Japanese bitch, D2, was more obvious. <em>Much</em> more obvious- you'd have to have been deaf and blind to have missed her. I tried to snatch a glance at her, but Allain-Emelin was standing over her cage, talking to her. I let him deal with her, looking about the other cages. Somewhere, D1 was hiding, and I really fancied a nice little talk with him. I just had to find him...<br><br>I walked down the room, starting with the cages near the Japanese bitch. I stopped at every other cage, not bothering to look over the bitches. Most of the boy dogs were asleep, some stirring, some still. I passed one cage, kept on going a step, then paused, looking back, frowning. That boy dog in it was making a little bit of noise, panting, and was he... I stepped back. Yes, his hips were moving, slowly back and forth, over and over. This didn't look like a sleeping stirring animal to me. Was this D1? Only one way to find out. But first...<br><br><strong>"Doctor Chodomer"</strong> I called out, turning my head slightly in his direction. <strong>"The dogs <em>are </em>allowed to speak, are they not, if I grant them permission? I'm looking for one in particular, and all I have to identify him with is his voice."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 21:51:23</strong>
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				Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br><br>My hearing, and sense of smell served to identify two people.&nbsp; The man, he was the doctor that gave us shots, and did other things.&nbsp; He was particularly cruel, and it was him that had seen to my earlier punishment.&nbsp; He'd promised me then, if I misbehaved again, there would be special training, conducted by him and the other senior trainers.&nbsp; He was smiling when told me that, and his eyes were glittering.&nbsp; Like he wanted to find a reason.&nbsp; Like he knew I'd give him a reason, sooner or later.&nbsp; He, and another woman, were the only two trainers I really feared.&nbsp; <br><br>The other was a quiet woman.&nbsp; I didn't know much about her, even though she'd taken a number of dogs out, they didn't usually look any worse when she'd returned them.&nbsp; I just didn't know what to make of her.&nbsp; Most of the club members had varied interests of a darker nature, and they all had their ways of doing things to us dogs, and they usually bore the marks of those 'interests' when they were returned to their cages.&nbsp; <br><br>I focused on trying to remain quiet, though I couldn't stop panting.&nbsp; Too many females in heat were near me.&nbsp; I could smell them, I could taste their scent on my panting tongue.&nbsp; The man...he had a name, Cho, or Cha...something.&nbsp; I froze as he walked past the cages, hoping hoping hoping that he didn't stop at my cage.&nbsp; I didn't need to worry, the one girl was gibbering away, and making enough noise to cover anything I was doing.&nbsp; He went straight for her, and ignored me.&nbsp; He ignored my newly awake neighbor too, which pleased me.&nbsp; Late at night, I wanted to whisper to her, and explain how the two of us could give each other pleasure.&nbsp; There was not much that could be done, thanks to the closely spaced bars of the cages.&nbsp; My cock would certainly not fit between the bars.&nbsp; But my tongue could.&nbsp; As could hers.&nbsp; If we were quiet, and didn't wake the other dogs, we could do it. <br><br>The doctor busied himself chastising the noisy bitch, and I let out something of a sigh, relieved that he passed me by.&nbsp; Pity...the pretty noisy girl dog was going to be punished now.&nbsp; But I did try to warn her.&nbsp; The other new girl dog was being quiet, though I didn't know what she was doing.&nbsp; I kept my eyes shut, and didn't want to risk looking around.&nbsp; The woman was walking slowly down the line of cages, looking at the dogs.&nbsp; Just like all the people did.&nbsp; I wasn't in trouble!&nbsp; She walked past my cage, and I did the best I could to remain still, just a dog in his cage!&nbsp; And then she stopped, and backed up.&nbsp; I could feel her eyes on me.&nbsp; Maybe she would take me out, and let me walk, and stretch, or better yet, mount a female dog?&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Doctor Chodomer".....The dogs are allowed to speak, are they not, if I grant them permission? I'm looking for one in particular, and all I have to identify him with is his voice."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I swallowed hard, suddenly terrified.&nbsp; I could tell she was standing there looking at me.&nbsp; I also couldn't simply pretend that I didn't hear what was going on.&nbsp; I rolled over, and sat up, my tongue still hanging stupidly from my dog mouth, drool dripping from it, and precum oozing from the head of my cock.&nbsp; The doctor man gave his assent, but asked her to remove the dogs from the immediate area first, and to use a leash, and cane with new animals.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 22:25:22</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Outside the Dog Cages</strong><br><br>I smiled widely as the dog sat up, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He wasn't asleep, just as I'd guessed. From his looks alone I couldn't obviously tell if he was, as I had written in my notes, D1. He could just have been a dog that had woken up by the noise, and had sensed my presence. If he was, I'd have to keep looking- I wanted that dog. I leaned in close to the cage, my eyes momentarily flicking over to his great throbbing erect, soaked in pre-cum, glistening in the dim light. I took a another moment to admire once again the ingenuity of putting all the animals in heat- once out of his cage, this dog would do anything I ordered him to, just to mount a female, or hell, even a male. I licked my lips softly, speaking to him so that Allain-Emelin would have difficulty hearing.<br><br><strong>"Dog... Roiyaru..."</strong> I murmured, my eyes flicking up to the info card attached to the cage to check his name, <strong>"Were you, or were you not speaking to other bitches just now, including that Japanese bitch down there?"</strong> I motioned to the cage she was in,&nbsp; Allain-Emelin leaning over her. <strong>"Just bark twice for yes, since you're not allowed to speak in here. Remain silent if you have no idea what I am talking about."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleMonster</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 23:04:49</strong>
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				Pogo - DOG CAGES<br><br>God, the male next to me was making me go crazy. Even after I looked away from him, the image of his hard dick floated tantalizingly through my head. I could <em>smell</em> him, and I knew that if I could just have a few moments with him, I would feel much much better. <br><br>The other female surprised me as she kicked at her cage. I could feel the sticky fluid leaking out of my snatch onto my inner thighs, but I refused to do anything about it. If I touched even just my mound, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I didn't know how they did things around here, but I was sure that what she was doing was definitely against the rules.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I heard. Shh. Lay down, be silent."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I did as he said, lying down on my bedding and burying my nose underneath my gloved hands. I kept watching the Asian girl, though. I couldn't help myself. It made me feel worse, even more aware of the pleasure I was denying myself. Finally, I forced myself to close my eyes. That didn't stop me from hearing her writhe and moan, though. I thrust my hips up and down a few times, humping the bedding. It felt so good. I needed more.<br><br>Then the door opened. I yelped once and stopped immediately, lying flat on the bedding again. Ugh, this man was hot. Was everyone here so goddamn attractive? As he scolded the female, I watched him, running my eyes over his body, imagining the things he could do to me. The paddle terrified me, though. He would probably drag her out and beat her mercilessly with it. I wondered if being paddled was worth a few moments of relief. <em>Maybe later.</em> I thought, knowing that this ache would only get worse. <br><br>I hadn't actively noticed the woman until she was walking toward my cage. I ducked my head, wondering if she was here to punish as well. Jesus, I was such a coward. I wanted to scream and slam against the bars, telling them all to go fuck themselves. Instead, I stayed on my bedding, quiet and even trembling slightly. She passed me by, though not too far. She stopped in front of the male's cage. I didn't understand why she would need to identify him with a voice. The idea that she had been listening to us didn't even cross my mind until she started whispering another question to him. <br><br>I bit my lip, watching the husky, feeling my pelvis thrust downwards again as I caught a glimpse of his erection. <em>I</em> was the other bitch she was talking about. If she found out it had been me, what would she do? She didn't seem as violent as the doctor, but I somehow knew that many people associated with this club got their own sick jollies in many different ways. I glanced at Roiyaru (<em>A nice name,</em> I thought to myself), wondering if he'd give himself away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 23:15:27</strong>
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				Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br><br>I could lie.&nbsp; I could remain silent, and she would go away.&nbsp; And that was worse.&nbsp; I'd be left in my cage, and <em>she</em> would go away.&nbsp; She could take me out, she could let me mount some nice girl dogs.&nbsp; She could make me service her.&nbsp; Or she could walk away.&nbsp; I kept throwing nervous glances at the Doctor man, then looking back at the woman.&nbsp; She was pretty, I could smell her too, and she wasn't being mean, or cruel.&nbsp; And....I could smell her.&nbsp; I wanted her.&nbsp; <br><br>I was acting like a dog, not a man, and I was ashamed of that.&nbsp; I hoped the other new girl dog wasn't watching.&nbsp; My tail, which normally looped in a curl above my back was now almost flat against the floor, and I couldn't help lowering my head.....I even whimpered.&nbsp; She knew it was me, and she'd make me tell her, and then she'd tell the man, or the other trainer that scared me.&nbsp; I'd be punished, severely.&nbsp; I didn't care, I wanted this woman to please, oh please, god please! take me out.&nbsp; I crawled forward, still looking at her, and gave one....then another, short strangled barks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 23:53:36</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Dog Cages with Doctor Chodomer</strong><br><br>I thought so. I smiled widely, stepping back a fraction to take a better look at the boy dog before me, now that I knew it was D1... Roiyaru, the dog I wanted. He was a Husky, as far as I could tell, but what exact breed I did not know. I was ceryainly no expert when it came to dog breeds- behavior, much more so, but breeds? I was still seeking to increase my knowledge in that particular area. I let my eyes rove about his body, taking him in properly. Inevitably my gaze locked back onto his cock, the one part of him the rest of his body worked to serve. By the looks of it, he needed to ejaculate pretty badly, judging from the amount of pre-cum oozing down its length and onto his cage and his bedding. I knew that, with a little bit of manipulation, I could have this boy dog doing anything I asked. Regail his thoughts, tell me everything he knew, do anything he was capable of... And in return, he could earn his much needed relief. Many owners at the club- in fact, nearly all I knew- treated their pets rather harshly. I would be the first to admit that I was not perfect- I had taken a cane to some- but I preferred not to, wherever possible. Unless, of course, I could learn something from it... I leaned back in, opening the cage door and reaching a hand in slowly to ruffle his hair gently.<br><br><strong>"Now Roiyaru... I see you're quite excited. Very excited, in fact. Perhaps we could help each other out somehow. Tell me... is there a bitch in here you like? I'm certain there is. Unfortunately, little miss Japanese bitch is occupied, but... I know you were talking to another bitch in here- a new bitch. I bet you'd like to mount her, wouldn't you? Loom over her, slide deeply into her, fuck her senseless, hour after hour..."</strong> My voice had taken on a smooth, silky quality, teasing him gently. <strong>"Imagine it... there's a fresh new bitch somewhere in this room. Fresh.. never been taken before by another dog... wouldn't it be great, just to be the very first to have her, to claim her as your own..."</strong> My voice rose slightly, just enough to carry down a few more cages without alerting the doctor. <strong>"I'm sure she can hear me, and I'm sure she wants you just as much as you want her. If I can manage it, I can take you both out, and you can both live that dream for a few sweet hours, uninterrupted, so long as you help me out... now, would this little bitch like to pipe up? Or do I have to leave Roiyaru to point her out for me?"</strong> I stood back a little, smiling slightly down at the orgasm starved pet before me. If she didn't make a noise, I was certain Roiyaru would weaken enough to find her for me. Or at least, I hoped so. Having both dogs present, each gagging for one another, would only serve to increase my leverage over both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:08:07</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES<br><br><strong>"Uhnn.... nhuur....mhhur....nyuhr...uhr...i- iichauuuu...!"</strong> <em>Cumming!</em> I said to myself, <em>Cumming...!</em> Any second I'd reach that delicious moment of no return when the feelings built and built until, white hot they rushed forwards and nothing on earth would stop the orgasm... it had taken me longer that I thought, maybe my inhibitions and fear of being caught had done that but now... yes... here it comes...! Oooooh!<br><br><em>CRASH!</em> A loud banging rattle.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now then! What is all this noise? Is this any way for pretty little dog to behave? Non! So shameful, and dirty."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Aiiieee! Ichauuu... Watashi wa ikuu…ikuyo!"</strong> <em>Coming... I want to come!</em> I rubbed madly at my sex, desperate for it...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You first, Mimi, eh? Let's get you taken care of."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> My cage door opened and a strong set of arms reached in and hauled me out. <strong>"Iie!"</strong> I squealed and rattled off a loud phrase in Japanese, <strong>"Yamete! Itai! Urusai wan e, baka yarou san! Watashi wa ikuyo!"</strong> <em>Stop it! That hurts! Shut up you stupid bastard! I was just about to come!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleMonster</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:10:02</strong>
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				Pogo - DOG CAGES<br><br>After what seemed like minutes, Roiyaru finally admitted to being the one she was looking for. My ears perked as he barked. Maybe she'd take us both out, let him fuck me. The thought made me clench my vaginal muscles in anticipation and delight. She didn't seem like the other man, cruel and harsh. And when she spoke, I knew she wasn't like him at all. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" I know you were talking to another bitch in here- a new bitch. I bet you'd like to mount her, wouldn't you? Loom over her, slide deeply into her, fuck her senseless, hour after hour..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her voice lulled me into a half-lidded state of arousal. I needed to feel his cock inside me. I needed to cum over and over again until this throbbing ache was gone. My labia felt puffy and engorged, my clitoris even more so. Her tease was making me hot. I could feel the skin all over my body turning pink. And then she began to address me! Yes, yes, God, please! I wanted to scream, wanted to present my pussy to him. I was glad the Japanese bitch was occupied. <br><br>I didn't even realize I was whining, a low keen escaping my lips as I stared up at the woman. I whimpered and pawed at the front of my cage, barking once. She'd take us out. I didn't care if Roiyaru wanted me or not (although I suspected he did), he had a hard cock. That cock held relief, I knew. <strong>"Rowf!"</strong> I barked again, my tail wagging furiously from side to side, fluid from my sticky snatch starting to slide down my thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 02:30:54</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Dog Cages with Doctor Chodomer</strong><br><br>I clapped my hands in delight, smiling widely. D3 had piped up, just as I had expected her to do. I walked over to her cage, checking her info. card.<br><br><strong>"Pogo... hmmm... an interesting little name such a cute horny bitch..."</strong> I cooed, running a hand through her hair, studying her features as I pushed her head back slightly. I couldn't place her breed- I'd need to check her paperwork and find out. Though I couldn't see her sex from the angle I wasobserving from, I knew it must be dripping wet. No doubt her clitoris was swollen and aching as well, poor thing. I wondered how long she'd been in here, fighting off the urge to do what the Japanese bitch had tried to get away with. If she was anywhere near as desperate as Roiyaru... well, I'd be holding all the aces. They would both do what I asked of them, when I asked it of them- but I didn't want to do it in public. The last thing I wanted was to be talked to as I toyed with this truly delicious pair. I knew just what to do. I opened her cage, standing back slightly, picking up two leashes that were hanging above the cages. I turned my head and called out loudly, loud enough for Dr. Chodomer to hear.<br><br><strong>"Doctor, I've made up my mind. I'm taking two out now, Pogo and Roiyaru."</strong> I doubted Doctor Chodomer cared that much, still occupied with the Japanese bitch, but decided to let him know anyway. I turned back, now directly addressing the two dogs. <strong>"I need to go to reception first to sort out room hire- both of you stay right in your cages, or else I'll just lock you back up again. You wouldn't want that, would you now, not after getting so close to release..."</strong> I trailed off, leaving the warning behind me, making my way back out of the cage room and to reception. I trusted that their desire for orgasm would keep them in their cages- would they dare try and fuck there and then, with the vet in the room and only minutes before I came back? I sincerely hoped so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleMonster</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 08:24:48</strong>
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				Pogo - DOG CAGES<br><br>I blushed; she seemed to be pleased with me. My tail kept wagging, and I hopped once on my hands and knees, excited as she came to my cage. That hopping was the reason why someone from the squads had renamed me Pogo. I tended to jump when I was frightened, when I was happy, when I was angry... I guess I'd reminded him of a pogo stick. The name could have been worse: something vulgar or just plain stupid. I didn't mind Pogo, really. My real name had been a better name, but no one here knew my real name. It was my own little secret to hold close. Weird, I know, but it kinda made me feel like I was putting one over on these crazies by remembering my name but refusing to say it to anyone. <br><br>I let out a contented growl as she ran her fingers through my hair, grazing my sensitive ears. The pink blush grew hotter on my skin at being called a "cute bitch." I knew that I wouldn't usually be so agreeable, but I was so close to being given what I wanted most in that moment (some goddamn coitus), that I simply couldn't help but grovel and beg however I could. I began to pant then, drool dribbling down my chin. Embarrassed, I wiped it away with my wrist. My attention was quickly diverted, however, as I heard the click of my cage door opening. She was taking us? I arched my back, euphoric with the thought of Roiyaru's cock jammed up inside me. I barked once, bouncing up and down a few times. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I need to go to reception first to sort out room hire- both of you stay right in your cages, or else I'll just lock you back up again. You wouldn't want that, would you now, not after getting so close to release..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>That worried me. She expected us- a sloppy, sticky bitch and an equally sloppy, soaked stud- to keep ourselves neatly tucked inside our cages? I whined as she left, unable to trust myself. I tried to pretend that my cage was closed, but I knew how easy it would be to position myself in front of Roiyaru's cage... Wait. I could do that now, couldn't I? I fumbled over myself, turning around so that my aching pussy was up against the screen between my cage and his. Surely he could smell it. Surely he would help me, all I needed were a few licks. That would tide me over until she came back. I whimpered and barked, glancing back at him to see if he was reacting. I could smell the precum dripping from his dick, shouldn't he be able to smell the tang of my own fluid? I needed him to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 10:44:44</strong>
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				<em>Jealousy</em><br><br><em>Why did he feel jealous?</em><br><br>He knew what could happen to dogs, and it seemed by and large, in addition to being left with his mind intact, the conversion facility had done a quick and dirty conversion. Nothing fancy, or overly exotic. And hadn't he been cowering quietly in his cage, wishing the girl next to him would shut up and stop making a fuss, hoping he'd be overlooked in the rush on the new dogs.<br><br><em>It had worked, so why was he jealous?</em><br><br>He realized it was because he was lonely. The others - they were being spoken to, even as they were told their lives were over. Even as they were told not to speak, or used form someone's cruel amusement. He...he hadn't been spoken to in days, and even then, it was by the crew woman on the ship over who decided to "adopt" him - feeding him scraps even while she, and those she shared her shift with, raped him. They hadn't known he could talk, could think, and he had kept his mouth shut, afraid of the consequences if he did not.<br><br>He looked out at the few who remained in the room, who hadn't already chosen their pets for the day, and whimpered quietly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 01:32:57</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://images.adultemart.com/ps/pb/S0416bb.jpg)</div><br>I had to reach in and haul the self-consumed bitch from her cage, her eyes wild, and paws still stuffed firmly between her girl-slicked thighs, and a rapid fire string of...I assumed...epithets in a language I couldn't understand were spit at me in a stressed tinged, almost-there voice.&nbsp; This is where my 'persuader' came in handy.&nbsp; Nothing snapped a dog out of her, or his, sexual high than a few licks of a whip, or in this case, a paddle, right across the rump.&nbsp; I tended not to be gentle in this, one of the many reasons my Vet license had been revoked in France some few years ago, but for which I was now rewarded with a handsome salary, and apartment.&nbsp; I laid the flat of my paddle in a heavy, blistering swat against one exposed cheek of her bottom, "Swack!".&nbsp; <strong>"Bad girl!"</strong>&nbsp; I truly loved my job!&nbsp; My first aimed blow had caused her to jerk away, exposing a nice wide swath of thigh, which I aimed at for my second strike.&nbsp; <strong>"Naughty doggy, no!"</strong>&nbsp; "Whack!"<br><br>Two vicious strokes snapped her back to reality.&nbsp; Half on her back, trying to protect her exposed, and now stinging bottom, and thigh, her eyes conveying a mix of shock, and pain, and arousal, and anger, and confusion.&nbsp; This little lesson was as much for her benefit, as it was for the other new acquisitions that were no doubt watching this unfold.&nbsp; <strong>"Puppies don't speak!"</strong>&nbsp; I raised my paddle again, as if to hit her, and she rolled reflexively on to her back.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; Vulnerable.&nbsp; She had her knees bent, and arms up.&nbsp; A very dog-like position of submission.&nbsp; My hand still clutching her collar, I knelt beside her, paddle raised.<br><br>"If your pretty little doggy mouth opens again, I'll blister your rump, and whip your tits until you bite your own tongue hard enough to bleed."&nbsp; I gave her a nice grin, then a moment while she considered my threat.&nbsp; I really hoped, at that point, that she understood English....and if not, my tone of voice, and the wicked sadistic grin I gave her would convey, I suspected, much.&nbsp; If she didn't know English, or French now, she would soon learn enough to get by, needing only to understand a dozen or so basic commands.&nbsp; <br><br>Doctor Vernecoombe was a couple of cages away from me, focused on her work, when she snapped a couple of cages open, and called out to me, <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Doctor, I've made up my mind. I'm taking two out now, Pogo and Roiyaru."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Certainly, Doctor."</strong>&nbsp; Roiyaru was the troublesome male.&nbsp; Fairly new, and possessed of a defiant streak that would take some time to correct.&nbsp; The other, Pogo, a fresh new bitch, and one I still had to examine.&nbsp; Club members concerns and wishes came first, my examination would wait.&nbsp; <strong>"They are new of course, please do not spare the cane with those two!"</strong>&nbsp; I gave a wave of my hand, and turned back to the lovely new bitch, Mimi.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You and I are going to take a little walk together now."</strong>&nbsp; I snapped the leash onto her collar, and stood, slapping my paddle against my thigh, purely to keep her attention on me, then turned and led her toward the treatment room, though slowly, giving her time to find her 'legs', and learn the new way she walk, probably for the majority of her life.&nbsp; <strong>"Up here."</strong>&nbsp; I led her up the short stepped ramp to the exam table, with nothing more than a swat with my paddle to her shapely girl rump to urge her on, then I snapped the short restraining lead to her collar, which would prevent her from moving around very much.&nbsp; A quick glance at her chart.&nbsp; Tsk, no wide spectrum inoculation had been administered.&nbsp; No Yellow Fever.&nbsp; No TB, No plague.&nbsp; <strong>"Four shots into your lovely little bottom today!, make you a healthy puppy."</strong>&nbsp; I dropped her chart, and the bottle of dental rinse on the counter, and began preparing her syringe, when another voice intruded, <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Doctor!&nbsp; Doctor!&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 16:07:06</strong>
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				Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br><br>She was going to take me out!&nbsp; She was taking the new girl dog out too!&nbsp; Without thinking about, or trying, my tail was back in it's usual position, curled above my back and....wagging.&nbsp; 'Pogo', that was the girl dog's name.&nbsp; She was going to let me mount her!&nbsp; I stared at her, another long string of drool sliding from the corner of my mouth, and only marginally aware that the doctor man was dragging the noisy bitch off toward the back.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I need to go to reception first to sort out room hire- both of you stay right in your cages, or else I'll just lock you back up again. You wouldn't want that, would you now, not after getting so close to release..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She left our cages open, then walked off smartly to wherever it was she was going.&nbsp; It registered, barely, that I was to remain in my cage, it was enough to make my whole body shiver with anticipation, and the need to satisfy my desires on Pogo <em>now</em>, mount her, shove my cock into her.&nbsp; I could smell her, she was so close, so right there, and there was no trainers, or people near us.&nbsp; I pawed at my cage door, and it swung halfway open, then slowly swung back, with a little metallic thump.&nbsp; I looked at Pogo, she had to know too, that we could....&nbsp; Oh, she clearly did know.&nbsp; With a bark to catch my attention, she'd backed up against the wire mesh that separated us, pressing her wet sex against the shiny metal bars, inviting me.&nbsp; <br><br>I scrambled too her, whining, and dropped to my 'elbows', and pressed my face against intoxicating bottom.&nbsp; I think my tongue was longer now, than when I was a human, and I took advantage of it, by licking between the bars, and over her glistening, and swollen lips.&nbsp; Her scent, and now her taste did things to me, my hips curled forward, and precum flowed in tiny spurts from the head of my cock.&nbsp; I licked, and lapped my tongue into her slit, grunting hungrily as I bathed my eager face in her delicious girl juice, my hips moving back and forth as if I were mounting an eager bitch.&nbsp; I was no longer listening for sounds of approaching trainers, or other people.&nbsp; Pogo was the only thing in the room I was aware of, and the exquisite taste, and scent of her glistening pussy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 19:05:05</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Outside the Dog Cages</strong><br><br>I walked back quickly from reception, two leashes, a short length of bamboo cane and a key in my hands. The booking of one of the private rooms had taken longer than I had anticipated, and I was beginning to doubt myself- was I right in thinking that the threat of being kept caged up would stop the two dogs from trying to fuck one another, now that they had been given the opportunity? I'd soon find out, and fervently hoped I was wrong to question myself so.<br><br>I entered the cage room again and looked over to the two cages. Now that was interesting. Pogo had pressed her behind against the side of her cage, and Roiyaru was taking full advantage of it, tongue pressed close against her through her bars, lapping away furiously. Both seemed unaware of my reappearance, and I doubted they would until Pogo came. She would be allowed to, as would Roiyaru, but not now. Had they been out of their cages, I would have gone through with my threat, but then again... They <em>had</em> remained in them, and followed my order to the letter- <em>'both of you stay right in your cages'</em>. They were simply abusing their close proximity to one another. I had to marvel their ingenuity. Placing down the leashes and cane and pocketing the key I clapped my hands sharply.<br><br><strong>"Pogo, Roiyaru, move away from one another right this instant!"</strong> I barked, trying to sound angry. In reality I was quite amused, but I didn't want to let that on just yet. It'd be better to fake anger, make them fear separation, further denial- then excuse them. <strong>"I guess you really don't want to be mounted, Pogo?"</strong> I said icily, talking directly to the bitch, then turned my attention towards Roiyaru. "And you, Roiyaru, obviously don't want to fuck Pogo, do you? Perhaps it'd be best if I just called the good doctor back in and got you separated, maybe throw in some corrective training to boot?" I watched them both for a few moments, before speaking up again. <br><br><strong>"BUT.. but, I suppose animals such as yourselves can't follow basic orders that well... today, I'm going to be lenient. Millions wouldn't. But if you dare defy my orders again, today or anytime when I'm dealing with either of you, you can be sure I won't be so kind. Now both of you, out of your cages, and don't you even think about touching one another until I say you can."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleMonster</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 11:41:28</strong>
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				Pogo - DOG CAGES<br><br>Yes! Yes, he saw. And he knew. I could tell. I pressed against the bars, almost hurting myself, but every sensation felt exquisite. It was all the same, pleasure and pain rolled into one. I could hear him coming toward me, and then! His tongue was there. I bucked slightly, but forced myself to stay up against the bars. Finally, I would get some relief. His tongue knew all the right places. I could feel drool falling from my tongue to my bedding, but I didn't care anymore. I panted and whimpered and moaned, loving every lick. Everything else faded away, all I knew was Roiyaru's tongue flitting across my skin and into my pussy. I was getting so close. I could feel myself reaching for that peak. It felt beautiful.<br><br>But it was sadly shortlived. The clap brought me crashing down to my damp bedding, confused and frightened. I had been stupid enough to forget about the doctor. My ears flattened against my skull, my tail tucked between my legs. My slit was burning even more now; it seemed angry that I'd deprived myself of an orgasm. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I guess you really don't want to be mounted, Pogo?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Of course I did! I was angry at her, but I felt myself lowering to the floor, groveling in front of the woman as she threatened. I had made quite sure to follow her directions. I whined, rubbing my thighs together. I hadn't been introduced to the vet man before, but by the way he'd dragged off the Asian girl, I wasn't sure I wanted to meet him, much less receive any corrective training. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Today, I'm going to be lenient."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>My heart skipped a beat. We were given another chance. My tail immediately started wagging, slowly at first. I refrained from hopping at least, but almost fell out of my cage. I hadn't walked much, mostly stayed in cages. It was awkward to move and I showed it. I snuck a glance at Roiyaru, my tongue lolling out. I wanted to get under him right then, let him take me on the floor. But I knew that this doctor wouldn't be so lenient again. I walked to the other side of the doctor, as far away from the husky as I could. I didn't trust myself to stay so close. I would have been wrapping my tongue around his thick cock... My thighs were rubbing together again as I dripped onto the floor, both from my mouth and my snatch. I couldn't help it, the mere thought of him set me off. At least when I was trying to service myself, I wasn't trying to touch him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 18:20:40</strong>
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				Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br><br>I was running my tongue between the tightly spaced bars of the cage, and licking it as deeply inside Pogo's deliciously offered pussy as I could, and blind to everything else, when sharp clap, followed by the woman's stern command sent me scrambling away from Pogo, upsetting my half empty bowl of kibble in my hurry to obey.&nbsp; I knew that tone of voice, and it rarely ended well for me when I'd heard it.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And you, Roiyaru, obviously don't want to fuck Pogo, do you?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I did, I did!&nbsp; I whined with frustration at the question, unable to answer it with yes or no barks as I had been taught, and suddenly petrified at the threat of informing the doctor.&nbsp; Or worse, at that moment, leaving me in my cage, and depriving me of Pogo.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"...today, I'm going to be lenient.&nbsp; Now both of you, out of your cages, and don't you even think about touching one another until I say you can."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Until she said we could?&nbsp; She was still taking both of us!&nbsp; My idiot tail again acted on my excitement, instead of my direct command, and was wagging furiously, as I scrambled to obey her, knocking my cage door open with my 'paw', and crawling quickly to her.&nbsp; I sat, as I had been taught, right beside her, and opposite of Pogo, who I was trying very hard not to look at.&nbsp; I would do anything, follow any command just for a chance to mount that lovely bitch, the taste of her slit still on my tongue, and her scent in my nose.&nbsp; Anything!&nbsp; I crawled out of my cage, nose still sniffing the delicious scent of Pogo, then we were taken outside, across the gardens around the pool to the Play Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79308.msg3483301#msg3483301).<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 08:52:58</strong>
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				Scamp watched as the woman, who seemed to be observing as much as using the dogs, disappear with a pair of his compatriots. Another male, one who seemed to have gotten the message about their fate and status and stopped trying to fight or beg his way out, and a girl-dog who looked beside herself with need. The woman had been talking about letting the male mount his partner, something he was no doubt eagerly looking forward to.<br><br>Stretching once more arching his back slightly, Scamp settles into the cage once more, twisting and curling until he was at least marginally comfortable. He jumped as he felt something brush his leg, only to find it was the tail that had been grafted onto his spine curling down against his thigh, a flawless Indicator of his own thoughts and mood. Looking out into the now considerably more quiet cage area, he wonders silently about how he got here - where this place is and why all the dogs seem self-aware - and what will happen of today's....selections predict his future popularity.<br><br>He could guess the answer to that last one, and the answer he came up with was enough to make him curl up more tightly, watching the door with quiet, timid eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 01:11:57</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES<br><br>A pair of attendants had entered, and between them were supporting a nearly unconscious bitch.&nbsp; Ah, one of the new puppies.&nbsp; Had someone gotten a little rough, a little too soon?&nbsp; I gave Mimi a warning swat to her rump with my hand, and turned to question the two, as I directed them to place the bitch on an empty exam table.&nbsp; A brief exam revealed she was suffering from a combination of Post Conversion Stress, and dehydration.&nbsp; Something not unusual in new arrivals.&nbsp; <strong>"Take her to the medical cages, ensure she gets plenty of water, and rest.&nbsp; I want her monitored, and any changes reported to me."</strong>&nbsp; I dismissed them with a wave, and turned my attention back to Mimi.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://images.adultemart.com/ps/pb/S0416bb.jpg)</div><br>Crouching and slouching!&nbsp; I'd set my paddle down when I'd started to prepare the four syringes she would need, and used my hand to swat at her, tugging, pulling, and pushing her back into her 'standing' position.&nbsp; <strong>"Like this.&nbsp; You are an extraordinary, and special little puppy, you will conduct yourself appropriately." </strong> I shoved her knees a bit further apart, then tugged at her tail, until she raised it.&nbsp; <strong>"Head too, up!&nbsp; Yes, like that.&nbsp; This is how you stand!"</strong>&nbsp; I tore open a sterile wipe, and swabbed each cheek of her bottom, then slapped, stabbed, slapped, stabbed, on each cheek, darting the needles into her flesh, and pressing the plungers home.&nbsp; <strong>"See?&nbsp; So easy.&nbsp; Almost done.&nbsp; Naughty little thing."</strong>&nbsp; The spent syringes were tossed into their marked receptacle, and I proceeded with her brief physical examination, vaginal first, since I knew it would torment the poor thing horribly.<br><br>Two fingers, twisted into her glistening wet canal, with a growled warning to remain still, and with the fingers of my left hand, I probed, just above her pubic bone, and finding the top of her uterus, I pushed against it, until I felt her cervix press against my fingers.&nbsp; Well formed, normal.&nbsp; As expected.&nbsp; The conversion labs, especially when providing dogs for Monsieur Marc, who demanded only the finest newly converted dog flesh, were only too happy to comply, thanks to the extra money that changed hands, and they rarely, if ever sent anything that could have been considered sub standard, or even standard.&nbsp; &nbsp;And this specimen was superb.&nbsp; A rather distant, and studied expression stole across her face as I probed her with twisting, probing fingers.&nbsp; <strong>"This you like, I think."</strong>&nbsp; I gave her a little understanding nod, and shunted my fingers in and out of her wet doggy sex several times, enough to catch her attention, and maybe understand a little of what she could be given.<br><br><strong>"Pity, little one, that you were so bad.&nbsp; Now you will have to go without such nice feelings."</strong><br><br>Anal was next.&nbsp; One finger, wet from the weeping sex between her legs, twisted into her puckered hole.&nbsp; Tight, internally smooth, and blemish free.&nbsp; Again, no surprise.&nbsp; I slid my finger in and out of her clenching anus a few times, before withdrawing, and leaving her unsatisfied again.&nbsp; Her external examination revealed a delightful surprise.&nbsp; Her clitoris was magnificent!&nbsp; <strong>"Look at this!"</strong>&nbsp; Magnificent not only in it's size, truly a wonder, but by it's pink, almost red color, engorged, and no doubt torturing the quivering bitch with desire.&nbsp; I pinched that sensitive button between finger and thumb, <strong>"If I learn that you have been attempting to bring yourself pleasure again, without permission, I will put a ring through this.&nbsp; I promise you, Mimi, it will hurt."</strong>&nbsp; I gave a vicious little squeeze, then wiping the girl juice that soaked my hands on her rump, I finished my exam.<br><br>I scribbled a few notes to myself in her chart, then dropped it into the "completed" basket fixed against the wall.&nbsp; <strong>"I will take you out shortly.&nbsp; Until I do, stay."</strong><br><br>There was, I think, only one other new arrival still unexamined.&nbsp; I snapped the long leash off of Mimi's collar, leaving her perched on her exam table, and headed back to the kennel.&nbsp; <strong>"And you are..."</strong>&nbsp; I leaned forward to read the card on the front of the dog's cage, <strong>"...Scamp!&nbsp; You've been a very good dog.&nbsp; Quiet, and well behaved."</strong>&nbsp; I retrieved, and read through the chart I'd dropped on top of his cage earlier.&nbsp; few modifications, most inoculations were already given, he'd need only Plague, and Yellow Fever.&nbsp; <strong>"Now then, out you come.&nbsp; Continue to behave, and perhaps you'll be given a treat!"</strong>&nbsp; I didn't wait, but instead reached into his cage, and hooked my hand around his collar, pulled him out, and snapped the leash to his collar.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 12:41:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3457421#msg3457421">Quote from: DngrMse on 12-08-2010, 01:11:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES<br>There was, I think, only one other new arrival still unexamined.&nbsp; I snapped the long leash off of Mimi's collar, leaving her perched on her exam table, and headed back to the kennel.&nbsp; <strong>"And you are..."</strong>&nbsp; I leaned forward to read the card on the front of the dog's cage, <strong>"...Scamp!&nbsp; You've been a very good dog.&nbsp; Quiet, and well behaved."</strong>&nbsp; I retrieved, and read through the chart I'd dropped on top of his cage earlier.&nbsp; few modifications, most inoculations were already given, he'd need only Plague, and Yellow Fever.&nbsp; <strong>"Now then, out you come.&nbsp; Continue to behave, and perhaps you'll be given a treat!"</strong>&nbsp; I didn't wait, but instead reached into his cage, and hooked my hand around his collar, pulled him out, and snapped the leash to his collar.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scamp looked up as the man approached, regarding him with uncertain, timid eyes. He was afraid. His experience with men once he had been grabbed from the street had been one of only casual abuse and occasional rape. At least women, even when they tormented him, seemed to have a shred of affection - or was it pity - as they used him. The men had none. <br><br>His fear caused him to hesitate slightly as he was told to come out of the cage, the fingers looped around his collar tugging him out, throat making a soft, choked noise as he shuffled awkwardly forward. Moving in his new position was still unfamiliar and strange, and his awkward gait nearly brought him to his knees once before he stopped, bracing himself more carefully as a leash was clipped to his collar. Trembling, he remains silent, but looked up at the man, blue eyes wide with fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 13:51:16</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG CAGES THEN TO TRAINING ROOM<br><br><em>Swack!</em> <strong>"Auyhh!"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bad girl! Naughty doggy, no!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Whack!</em> <strong>"Auuoooh! Ohh! Onegai!"</strong> I writhed on the floor, trying to get my hands to cover my rear and thighs and anywhere else this swine would try and hit, <strong>"Itai! Yamete kudasai!"</strong> <em>That hurts! Stop it!</em> I squealed in Japanese, wriggling and whining. My sexual pleasure was forgotten at once with the pain of him hitting me.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Puppies don't speak!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I gasped and whined then grit my teeth. The paddle he held hurt like anything and I didn't want to be hit again. I lay on my back, knees drawn up and arms held before me trying to protect everywhere that was soft and exposed. I felt conscious of my breasts, they had been made much bigger during whatever evil sick things that had done with my body while I was drugged and having surgery done and just rolling about made me very aware of how big a target they now were.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If your pretty little doggy mouth opens again, I'll blister your rump, and whip your tits until you bite your own tongue hard enough to bleed."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I stared at him. I had trouble understanding some of the words but his voice alone frightened me. He was angry, very angry and when he was angry he liked to hurt innocent women, the sick bastard. I had no reason to doubt his threats. These sick people could do anything they liked here. <em>Just wait 'til I get out and find a policeman, you'll soon have that evil grin wiped off your face.</em> I held my tongue though, waiting to see what would happen next. Infuriatingly almost at once, as soon as my mind moved away from fear, pain or revenge a small twinge tickled between my legs and at the tips of my breasts.<br><br><em>Oh, God! Again? Doesn't this torment ever stop?</em> I crossed my forearms protectively over my breasts which involved rubbing my nipples a little. They prickled back into life, somehow more tender and harder than before as though the pain was making it worse. The piercings didn't help.. they made them more sensitive too.<br><br>He looked at me in that twisted smiling way and I swallowed down my fear. Then he talked with a lady who had come into the room. I wanted to shout to her that this was all some horrible mistake and beg for her help but another glance at the paddle he held make me stop and think. He finished with the lady and spoke to me again.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You and I are going to take a little walk together now."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Walk? How can I walk in these stupid leggings? Let me go!</em> My mind was screaming but my voice didn't come out at all. He put a leash on the leather collar about my neck and half dragged, half led me out of the room. <em>No! Not outside! For pity's sake, I'm naked!</em> But I was dragged, whimpering regardless, down a short corridor to another room that frightened me at once. I crawled on all fours like a dog does. I had no option, the stupid fake fur dog-stockings on my legs would not let me straighten my feet to stand. Luckily the dumb paw gloves on my hands had some use and let me crawl quickly. In fact I was amazed how easy it was to crawl fast, it required no effort at all and the tail I had raised up and wagged about above me the tip curled up between my shoulder blades. I found out three things about crawling at once, first as my tail wagged it made a funny tensing or pulling sensation around the top of my anus and constantly pulled that dirty pucker of muscle about making it feel... exposed. I could feel fresh air on it as though my bottom was a different shape. Secondly my breasts swung about everywhere! I couldn't stop them! Because the crawl was quite a jarring pace and I wasn't used to it and because my boobs had no support from my ribs they bounced about from side to side like cow udders! It was so embarrassing! I might be seen by anyone! There were workmen in the room we went in just unpacking crates of supplies and putting them on shelves. They glanced at me but paid no further notice as though naked women were paraded about on all fours on leashes every day! My face flushed crimson at being looked at by strangers but even worse, the crawling was making my breasts tingle more. The metal rings these evil people had pierced through me moved too and that just set my teats off burning hard again. It was bad enough being treated like an animal, but worse that no matter what I did or what happened to me my body craved sex. And thirdly my sex burned as I crawled. Unlike when you walk upright (or a lot less so) moving my thighs this way rubbed them against my sex so much! Each pace allowed me to press my thighs together and squish my clitty... my clitty that had been made so much bigger and more sensitive in the last few days and where they had done something evil to cut away the hood so it stuck out so much, swollen and red and... <em>Uuhh, God!</em> I rolled my eyes. I wanted it again!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Up here."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> He gave me another swat to my behind and I yelped, <strong>"Auhn!"</strong> and crawled up some steps to the padded surface of a table which he tied me to by looping my leash through a ring. I knelt on all fours my bare behind up near face height. I closed my eyes and whimpered in shame. He could see everything. Everything. I'd only done it with three boys and most of those times were in the dark...<br><br>He looked at a clipboard.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Four shots into your lovely little bottom today! Make you a healthy puppy."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uhn?"</strong> I said, wide eyed.<br><br><em>Shots? Injections? I'm a girl. I can talk!</em> I shook my head wildly and made a whine. I was afraid to speak because he'd beat me but 'no' in Japanese can be made into a whine quite easily, <strong>"Iie-ehhh,"</strong> I begged, beginning to panic at how helpless I felt. Also... my belly was burning again. Something was messed up badly inside me. The pain of the paddling he'd given me had sort of flowed deep into my being and the tendrils of it were snaking down into my belly and making it even worse. I wiggled my behind a bit but that didn't help, I was on fire back there, so wet it was shameful.<br><br><strong>"Iiieee-eehhh,"</strong> I said again, shaking my head.<br><br>There was some activity in the room then as another dog was brought in. She was the dog who had been taken out of the cages earlier. <em>She can talk too? Can we all talk? Every one of us? Is that what they do here? Take dogs who haven't been converted properly and... and... </em> I looked for bruises or marks of a beating on the dog being carried in but couldn't see any. That didn't mean they hadn't hurt her.<br><br>I knelt on the padded table, exposed to everyone around me and watched the activity in the room. The injured or sick dog <em>- girl, I mean girl! -</em> was inspected.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Take her to the medical cages, ensure she gets plenty of water, and rest. I want her monitored, and any changes reported to me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> The men took the poor girl away. The sick-grinning man turned back to me. I gazed up at him in wide-eyed fear.<br><br>He spanked my backside and made me get up more straight on all fours. I couldn't help it! I just wanted to try and hide my nakedness, to protect my big sensitive breasts.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Like this. You are an extraordinary and special little puppy, you will conduct yourself appropriately. Head too, up! Yes, like that. This is how you stand!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uhnn!"</strong> He made me rise up on straight arms (I'd slunk down on my elbows to hide my breasts) and he smacked at my legs and forced my knees apart so that all my private places were on display! I whined more in shame. <em>I'm a girl! I'm not a dog! Please! It's all a terrible mistake!</em> He lifted my chin and put a hand on my back so that my spine was curved a little more and my head up. All I wanted to do was scream and claw his eyes out and then run.<br><br>I felt a trickle of something wet down the inside of my thigh. I looked down under myself between my huge dangling breasts to my belly and saw a glisten of my own liquid dribbling out of me. Oh God, this was mad! I'd go insane! Alll this shame and pain and all the time I needed a big hard cock up me! I was going to snap soon, I couldn't take this.<br><br><strong>"Ahh! Ouhh!"</strong> He jabbed my backside with four needles and I cursed at the pain.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"See? So easy. Almost done. Naughty little thing."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Then... <em>Oh fuck!</em> He grabbed my tail, lifted it and shoved his fingers in me!<br><br><strong>"Ohh! Hai! Haaiiii...! Onegai!"</strong> I couldn't help myself speaking, almost begging for it. It felt so good. His fingers busied themselves in my sex and I went down on my elbows again, head on the padding and groaned and thrust my hips back on those fingers. So good! And in so deep!<br><br><strong>"Nyaaah! Mmmm...!"</strong> I was helpless. A helpless slave to my body's urges. Wanting it, wanting things up me ruled my mind. I pictured his cock, or any cock, I wasn't fussy... a disembodied cock, long and hard and fat and shoving in me again and again. My eyes rolled and I whimpered at the mere thought of it. Or sucking on a cock! Yes! A cock in my mouth! Eating a man, tasting his juices, feeling his heat and hardness in my mouth. I was confused. I didn't like taking boys in my mouth and only did so when they asked me nicely - even begged me to do it - and I never swallowed - but now I did, I wanted a cock in my mouth! What had they done to me? Completely messed my head up!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"This you like, I think."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Gao!"</strong> I said making a kind of puppy-bark down into the table padding and wanting him to carry on. I should do things that please him and not annoy him. Then he might give me pleasure. I groaned then as he fucked me with his hand a few times. I bucked and whimpered and thrust back on him.<br><br><em>Yesss! Yesssss! More! A bit morrrre!</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Pity, little one, that you were so bad. Now you will have to go without such nice feelings."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uuurrrrr!"</strong> I growled. I actually <em>growled</em> in frustration, like an animal. Then a funny noise came out of me, <strong>"Oof!"</strong> My eyes went wide in surprise and my head shot up! <em>Not there! That's dirty!</em><br><br><strong>"Gao!"</strong> I said, <strong>"Gao-gao!"</strong> Trying to pull away as his finger slid into my bottom and wiggled around. It didn't hurt but it... it... <em>Oh! Fuck! Oh my fuck! What? What's this?</em> It felt good! As his finger twisted and turned inside me my insides gripped and clutched at him and it felt amazing - like I suddenly had sprouted a second sex! I loved it. My head went back down and I made another keening noise and pushed back on the finger, jerking back on it to get it in deeper. It was a different sort of pleasure, there was shame in there and fear and a bit of pain but the feeling was so nice! Then that finger went away too, leaving me gasping. I was on the brink of speaking, but instead of pleading about being a girl and it was all a mistake and please let me go I nearly begged him to fuck me right there and then.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Look at this!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Guh! Nnguh!"</strong> I said, gasping as his fingers gripped my exposed and swollen clitty.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If I learn that you have been attempting to bring yourself pleasure again, without permission, I will put a ring through this. I promise you, Mimi, it will hurt."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Nn-GAAH!"</strong> I yelped as he squeezed me there.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I will take you out shortly. Until I do, stay."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Huh?</em> He went away, leaving me kneeling on the table. In the room the two workmen finished unpacking supplies and seeing the man who had talked to me had gone, they came over. I looked up at them in abject fear. Rape. Again. So often these last few days, over and over, men, men, men at me constantly.<br><br><strong>"Onegai..."</strong> I said, <strong>"Don't hurt me."</strong> They grinned and one of them put a hand on my behind, gripping it hard. His fingers crudely penetrated me and I yelped. The second man grabbed my chin, forced my face up and kissed me hard, his other hand went under and grabbed a breast, squeezing painfully. I moaned. I hated this, yet it felt so good... so very good. <strong>"Onegai..."</strong> I whimpered again into the man's mouth, his tongue playing with mine. The plea wasn't for them to stop any more but for them to have me, right there, right now...<br><br>Fingers were in my sex, pushing roughly in, hurting me but the hurt was a good hurt. I grunt-moaned and pushed back onto them.<br><br>Suddenly the men spoke and the fingers and mouths and hands went away. Footsteps were returning from the corridor. I sensed guilt in the two men, I don't know how. It seemed to pour off them in waves like dark treacle. The one who had put his fingers in me wiped them on a cloth he hid in his pocket. As the man who'd been with me returned I saw he had a boy with him. A boy-dog. One of the workmen spoke.<br><br>"She spoke, that Jap one did. She asked us to fuck her. She moaned and said something in Japanese. It was 'please'."<br><br>I looked at the man. I would probably be beaten for speaking.<br><br>"Anyway, that's all of this shipment unloaded. We'll get back to work cleaning the milking machines." The two men made to leave. I said nothing. How could I?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 03:26:55</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES With Scamp and Mimi<br><br>I left my paddle back with Mimi, and was forced to lean down, and slap Scamp's rump with my hand to get him moving along at a decent pace.&nbsp; <strong>"Not so hard, is it?"</strong>&nbsp; I guided him back through the corridor, leading to my examination tables.&nbsp; There were a number of canes hanging on the wall just in front of the corridor, and I selected a nice, long, and flexible one, and gave it an experimental Swish-Swish-Swish through the air in front of me, and nearly struck one of two workmen that were in the process of making a hasty exit.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She spoke, that Jap one did. She asked us to fuck her. She moaned and said something in Japanese. It was 'please'."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>There was something about the two, the sense that they'd nearly been caught doing something they shouldn't was palpable.&nbsp; <strong>"Did she now?"</strong>&nbsp; It wasn't unusual for anyone to molest the young females, or males, depending on taste, and I couldn't expect, or demand that the club's laborers abstain from behavior that was widely socially acceptable, and with a tasty little morsel like Mimi right there, clearly in need, they might have decided to have a bit of fun with her in my absence.&nbsp; <strong>"And did she cum?&nbsp; Did either of you bring her to orgasm?"</strong>&nbsp; I blocked the exit, until I'd received a shake of the head from both men, then stepped through, and waved them on.&nbsp; <strong>"See to your duties then."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>I gave a tug on Scamp's leash, who was still looking terrified, and with a nice stinging swat across his ass with my cane, sent him scrambling along in front of me.&nbsp; <strong>"Up here, Scamp.&nbsp; Up you go!"</strong>&nbsp; I led him to the table directly behind the one Mimi was positioned on, and with little more than a tug, and a swat got him up, and the short tether clipped to his collar.&nbsp; <strong>"Paws like this, puppy, and hind legs apart.&nbsp; Head up!&nbsp; Tail up!"</strong>&nbsp; I pressed down on the small of his back, until he had his spine curved just so.&nbsp; <strong>"Very good.&nbsp; Stay like this, and do not move."</strong>&nbsp; I prepared his two syringes, a sterile alcohol wipe, and swabbed down my planned injection site on his ass, then darted the needle into his flesh, and pressed the plunger down.&nbsp; The second followed, wipe, stab, push.&nbsp; <br><br>"There, nothing at all to a good dog like you, Scamp!"&nbsp; I gave his rump a friendly pat, then proceeded with his exam.&nbsp; Or started too.&nbsp; Mimi was looking around, and not in the position she was supposed to be in.&nbsp; <strong>"Mimi, you don't stare, and turn, and gawp, like some common mutt.&nbsp; Stand the way I showed you."</strong>&nbsp; I tugged her back into position, and streaked her ass with the cane once for good measure, forcing a startled yelp from her.&nbsp; Turning back to Scamp, I started my examination.&nbsp; Head, ears, eyes, inside his mouth, teeth.&nbsp; All normal, healthy, then ran my hands over his body, no blemishes, or marks, no signs of muscle weakness, bones straight, and strong.&nbsp; I moved behind him, and slipped my hand between his legs, cupping his balls, hefting them, feeling with thumb and fingers their internal structure.&nbsp; Normal.&nbsp; Then his cock, wrapping my hand around it, thick and solid, and stroked him several times, gripping tightly, before rubbing my thumb across the tip of it's swollen head.&nbsp; Wet with precum, good.&nbsp; <br><br>I needed lube for the last check, and seeing where his eyes were focused, on Mimi, and her wet exposed sex, I had an idea.&nbsp; I stepped to her, and slipped a finger inside her soaked pussy, shunting it in and out, until it was thoroughly wet, and Mimi was trying to thrust back against my hand.&nbsp; Poor tortured little thing!&nbsp; I returned to Scamp, and grabbed the root of his tail, and holding him still, pushed my Mimi soaked finger into his anus.&nbsp; Prostate, small and soft, internally smooth, and clean.&nbsp; <strong>"All done, Scamp.&nbsp; Good dog!" </strong> I slid my finger in and out of his ass several times, before withdrawing, and turning away to gather a few things from the enameled white cabinet against the wall.&nbsp; I took a 1.5 liter bag of fluid, and dropped it in the warming tank, a long length of rubber hose, and the inflatable enema nozzle (http://www.medicaltoys.com/ExtraLarge-Double-Enema.jpg), then grabbed a portable IV stand and wheeled it to Mimi's table.&nbsp; <strong>"Now then, Scamp, you get to watch what happens, when puppies are naughty!"</strong><br><br>I lubed up the length of the deflated nozzle, and slipped it into Mimi's ass, pushing it in up to the small gap between the two inflatable bladders.&nbsp; <strong>"Mimi is going to learn a valuable lesson today."</strong>&nbsp; I pushed a finger inside Mimi's pussy, and pressing up, toward her rectum, I pumped the larger, internal bladder, until I could feel the bulge of it pressing through the thin wall of flesh against my finger.&nbsp; <strong>"She's going to learn to listen, and obey, and never talk."</strong>&nbsp; I left her there, and returned to the cabinet, and rummaged through the various supplies until I found the dental gag (http://darkniis.horrordivas.com/PHP/images/articles/dental_gag.jpg), and carried it back to Mimi.&nbsp; I turned her head to face me.&nbsp; <strong>"Open your mouth, Mimi."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 13:58:01</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG TRAINING ROOM/VETS ROOM WITH CHODOMER AND SCAMP<br><br>I quivered in fear as the cruel doctor-man came back in. He had a short exchange with the two workmen then dismissed them. There was an unpleasant tension in the air, like he'd caught them doing something they shouldn't. Was that right? That the workmen in this place - wherever it was - were not allowed to touch me? I mean us?<br><br>I set those questions aside as the doctor-man brought the boy in. He was small and wiry and cute with a nice face. I have seen so few westerners outside of TV shows and films that being around them all the time was still strange and his features were quite curious. The things that had been done to him, the little perky floppy-tipped ears and sticky-up tail and wiry hair on his scalp suited his face and made him strangely appealing.<br><br><strong>"Aih!"</strong> I yelped as the man hit my behind with a cane. It stung like anything and I whimpered and wiggled my rear to try and shake the pain off.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mimi, you don't stare, and turn, and gawp, like some common mutt. Stand the way I showed you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> His words were foreign to me but he pulled and pushed me back into position where I was unable to hide an inch of my body. The boy dog was on the table behind me and with my knees parted and tail raised he'd be able to know all my secrets... see where I was pierced and wet and puffy with wanting it. I went bright red with shame, to be stared at in the bright light of day like this by strange boys and strange men... I couldn’t get used to it. I knelt on all fours in that stupid dog-pose, my arms straight and my head up all the time wanting to both run away and be mounted so hard I screamed. It was torture to be torn about emotionally like this.<br><br>I thought the doctor-man would punish me, whip my breasts like he'd threatened to. I knelt there, shaking in fear and listened to the boy-dog getting his shots and an examination. In my mind I saw what sort of examination he got and wished I could watch. I hadn't seen between his legs and wondered how pretty he was down there. I looked round again, my curiosity worse than that which killed the cat. As I did so, the man caught me looking. I turned to face the wall again and suddenly his fingers dug into my belly again and squirmed around inside me.<br><br><strong>"Nn-gaoh!"</strong> I bark-moaned trying my best to do that dumb dog-talk instead of telling the pervert to get his filthy hands off me and getting up to give him a good slap!<br><br>Then his fingers went away and I found myself reflexively thrusting my hips back on empty air. <strong>"Nyeuuur!"</strong> I moaned in frustration. No matter how he threatened me, or debased me or humiliated me... I just wanted pleasure. My body was completely in charge of my mind. I'd have done anything I think to have a cock right then. I'd have let a fat fifty year old stinky guy take me if I would have got pleasure from it.<br><br>The nasty doctor-man chatted away in a language I didn't understand and there were the rattles and cupboard door-openings of preparations for something but having had the cane once I didn't dare turn to look.<br><br>Suddenly there was a touch at my dirty-place again. I yelped once more and tried to move forwards away from the touch but a hand on my lower back held me in place. I gasped as something big was skewered into my bottom, it was greased and felt funny, though bigger than a finger. I moaned at the weird intrusion. I'd seen videos of course of women enjoying having men enter them there but before today I had never been touched there by anyone. One boy had wanted to do it that way but I'd said no. He had only put his finger there briefly once. But this was... this was...<br><br><strong>"Gao!"</strong> I called out, <strong>"Gah! N-gahhh! Grrrr...nyah!"</strong> It felt good. Wrong, so wrong, but so good too. It hurt but in a weird way that was exciting. I was still shaking in half fear and half shame from having that pretty boy stare at my behind but what was happening now and what he could see I had no idea.<br><br>Then suddenly: <strong>"GAO! Gao-gao-nnn-GAH!"</strong> A finger in my girl-place again and a sudden swelling in my rear! <em>Oh my GOD!</em> My insides filled up, it felt so strange, tight and swollen and stuffed and... I think my anus was being pulled open and stretched. It stopped but I was full of something hard that I couldn't push out. I had to look round but apart from a white plastic hose that dangled down I couldn't see much. Then I understood. An IV stand, a bag of fluid on a warming plate, a big something in my behind. My eyes went wide. I knew what this was!<br><br><strong>"Onegai! Don't! Don't hurt me!"</strong> I begged in Japanese, forgetting completely the order not to speak. The man was back beside me. He held something shiny made of metal in his hand. I had no idea what it was but it looked like a clamp of some kind. Was he going to put it on my breasts? He said something again in that foreign language I didn't understand. I just stared up at him, pleading with my eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 15:21:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3502487#msg3502487">Quote from: DngrMse on 20-08-2010, 03:26:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES With Scamp and Mimi<br><br>I left my paddle back with Mimi, and was forced to lean down, and slap Scamp's rump with my hand to get him moving along at a decent pace.&nbsp; <strong>"Not so hard, is it?"</strong>&nbsp; I guided him back through the corridor, leading to my examination tables.&nbsp; There were a number of canes hanging on the wall just in front of the corridor, and I selected a nice, long, and flexible one, and gave it an experimental Swish-Swish-Swish through the air in front of me, and nearly struck one of two workmen that were in the process of making a hasty exit. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scamp yelped slightly in surprise as he was smacked, spurred on by the man, increasing the speed of his awkward gait. His eyes lock on the cane the trainer selected, bright and wide with fear, shying away from it slightly.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I gave a tug on Scamp's leash, who was still looking terrified, and with a nice stinging swat across his ass with my cane, sent him scrambling along in front of me.&nbsp; <strong>"Up here, Scamp.&nbsp; Up you go!"</strong>&nbsp; I led him to the table directly behind the one Mimi was positioned on, and with little more than a tug, and a swat got him up, and the short tether clipped to his collar.&nbsp; <strong>"Paws like this, puppy, and hind legs apart.&nbsp; Head up!&nbsp; Tail up!"</strong>&nbsp; I pressed down on the small of his back, until he had his spine curved just so.&nbsp; <strong>"Very good.&nbsp; Stay like this, and do not move."</strong>&nbsp; I prepared his two syringes, a sterile alcohol wipe, and swabbed down my planned injection site on his ass, then darted the needle into his flesh, and pressed the plunger down.&nbsp; The second followed, wipe, stab, push. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The tug forced his attention back on what he was doing, and the searing sting of the cane elicits a sharp, pained yelp. <strong>"Ahhh!"</strong> He scampered forward and then up on the table as a single reddened line appears on the pale skin of his rump. Perched on the table, he obediently positioned himself as best he can, trembling like a leaf. His spine bowed gently as the trainer's hand pressed down, and he looked up at the man, whimpering softly. The whimper turned into another series of yelps as the syringes buried themselves in his flesh.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There, nothing at all to a good dog like you, Scamp!"&nbsp; I gave his rump a friendly pat, then proceeded with his exam.&nbsp; Or started too.&nbsp; Mimi was looking around, and not in the position she was supposed to be in.&nbsp; <strong>"Mimi, you don't stare, and turn, and gawp, like some common mutt.&nbsp; Stand the way I showed you."</strong>&nbsp; I tugged her back into position, and streaked her ass with the cane once for good measure, forcing a startled yelp from her.&nbsp; Turning back to Scamp, I started my examination.&nbsp; Head, ears, eyes, inside his mouth, teeth.&nbsp; All normal, healthy, then ran my hands over his body, no blemishes, or marks, no signs of muscle weakness, bones straight, and strong.&nbsp; I moved behind him, and slipped my hand between his legs, cupping his balls, hefting them, feeling with thumb and fingers their internal structure.&nbsp; Normal.&nbsp; Then his cock, wrapping my hand around it, thick and solid, and stroked him several times, gripping tightly, before rubbing my thumb across the tip of it's swollen head.&nbsp; Wet with precum, good.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Still trembling, the boy turned scarlet red as fingers forced their way past his lips, into his mouth. The body that is no longer his, not really, is poked and prodded and evaluated like a piece of livestock. The pet lowered his head and moans softly as his cock is inspected. While not as enhanced as many male pets are, the attention, and the sight of the squirming rear end of the girl in front of him were enough to agitate the young dog. He looked up curiously when it is done, watching with curious, speculative eyes.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I needed lube for the last check, and seeing where his eyes were focused, on Mimi, and her wet exposed sex, I had an idea.&nbsp; I stepped to her, and slipped a finger inside her soaked pussy, shunting it in and out, until it was thoroughly wet, and Mimi was trying to thrust back against my hand.&nbsp; Poor tortured little thing!&nbsp; I returned to Scamp, and grabbed the root of his tail, and holding him still, pushed my Mimi soaked finger into his anus.&nbsp; Prostate, small and soft, internally smooth, and clean.&nbsp; <strong>"All done, Scamp.&nbsp; Good dog!" </strong> I slid my finger in and out of his ass several times, before withdrawing, and turning away to gather a few things from the enameled white cabinet against the wall.&nbsp; I took a 1.5 liter bag of fluid, and dropped it in the warming tank, a long length of rubber hose, and the inflatable enema nozzle (http://www.medicaltoys.com/ExtraLarge-Double-Enema.jpg), then grabbed a portable IV stand and wheeled it to Mimi's table.&nbsp; <strong>"Now then, Scamp, you get to watch what happens, when puppies are naughty!"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His curiosity was soon matched by dread as the trainer withdrew his finger. Head lowered again, he assumed a slightly more subservient position before the moment the trainer griped the base of his tail and plunged the finger into his rear. The dog shuddered softly, clearly used to the intrusion, and waited in quiet humiliation while his interior was inspected. When the degrading inspection was finally over, he watched in timid fear as the poor girl in front of him received considerably more unpleasant attention. <br><br>She cried out in a language he didn't understand, and as her discomfort grew her composure clearly began to erode. He looked at her pleadingly, despite knowing that, in her position, with the tube buried in her rear, she couldn't see him.<br><br><em>Please be quiet. Please...don't give them more cause than they already have...</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 23:30:09</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES With Scamp and Mimi<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Onegai! Don't! Don't hurt me!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>That couldn't have worked out easier.&nbsp; As Mimi opened her mouth to beg, the gag went in, and I pressed on the levers on either side to ratchet it open.&nbsp; As she attempted to spit it out, by opening her mouth wider, I opened it more.&nbsp; The bit portion of our dental gags, at least the ones I was responsible for, were padded.&nbsp; These were expensive animals, and I wasn't going to risk chipping doggy teeth against bare metal.&nbsp; <strong>"There.&nbsp; I think talking won't be a problem for you, Mimi!"</strong>&nbsp; With thumb and finger, I reached into her mouth, and pinched the tip of her pink tongue.&nbsp; <strong>"Puppies bark, they don't talk.&nbsp; Maybe this will help you learn."</strong>&nbsp; I gave her one nice, hard, open hand slap to her ass, then turned to retrieve the enema bag.&nbsp; In passing, I turned to swat Scamp's bottom too, and called over my shoulder, <strong>"We're both going to be very good dogs now, yes?"</strong><br><br>I paused at the cabinet I'd rummaged through earlier, and considered a wide array of dangling weights, which came in different sizes, and shapes, some belled, some plain, ranging from 60 grams, up to half a kilo, and selected a nice bell for Mimi, 140 grams, the edge of it's delicately fluted rim was lined with tiny silver plated brass spikes.&nbsp; Just the thing to keep her from rubbing those wet little thighs together.&nbsp; I carried it, and the enema bag back to my charges, and sat the weighted bell on Scamp's back, just where his tail sprouted from the top of his rump.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't move, Scamp."</strong>&nbsp; Enema first.&nbsp; <strong>"Posture, Mimi, don't look around, and stare!&nbsp; Head and tail up, back curved!"</strong>&nbsp; I hung the enema bag on it's hook, connected it to the rubber hose, then the hose to the enema nozzle seated firmly in Mimi's rather attractive rear.&nbsp; <br><br>I opened the tiny valve at the base of the nozzle, then thumped the clip sealing the enema bag, and watched as it sagged, it's contents spilling down through the tube and into Mimi's bottom. <strong> "Don't you move, Mimi!"</strong>&nbsp; I pressed down on the small of her back, just in front of her tail, forcing her to keep her back bowed, and hips rotated, exposing her as much as possible.&nbsp; I allowed two thirds of the bag to drain into her before closing the valves, first on the nozzle, then on the bag.&nbsp; &nbsp;The temperature of the PH balanced fluid drained into her was just above body temperature, which would delay the cramps.&nbsp; For a short time.&nbsp; I slid the IV stand out of the way, and retrieved the weighted bell resting on Scamps hips, swinging it back and forth, making it ring, Ting-ting-tating, musically as I carried it to Mimi.&nbsp; Her clitoral hood was pierced, and reaching between her slightly parted legs, I found the ring, and snapped the weighted bell on it.&nbsp; I let her gradually feel the weight, it was going to be heavy, supporting it fully at first, and gently lowering my hand until her exquisitely sensitive hood stretched...supporting it's entire weight.&nbsp; She would discover the spikes when she tried walking.&nbsp; This rather made me grin.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Mimi....stay!"</strong>, I commanded, then turned to Scamp.&nbsp; <strong>"You are going to help me teach Mimi to be a good little doggy."</strong>&nbsp; I unsnapped the short tether from his collar, and tugged.&nbsp; <strong>"Turn around here, and down we go."</strong>&nbsp; I slipped a hand between his legs, tracing the tip of one finger from the base of his balls, to his puckered anus...pressing cruelly when appropriate, as he made his way awkwardly back down the stepped ramp.&nbsp; <strong>"We learn to sit first, Scamp."</strong>&nbsp; I adjusted his posture, knees, and ankles apart, the pressed down on the top of his hips, until he 'sat', with his ass resting on his heels.&nbsp; <strong>"Your paws too..."</strong>, and shoving, pushing, and occasionaly swatting his rump, got him into position.&nbsp; <strong>"This is easy Scamp.&nbsp; This is "sitting."&nbsp; Keep your tail up over your back, like so...and head high."</strong>&nbsp; Once decently positioned, and displayed.....puppies weren't allowed to hide any part of their anatomy, and all the poses where designed to display them in complete detail...from wet pussies, and milk leaking tits, to hard, pre-cum slick cocks, they were on display.<br><br>I stroked Scamp, from the back of his head, down over his curved ass, <strong>"I'm bringing Mimi down now.&nbsp; You bark at her, "bark bark!", when she's doing it right."<br></strong>&nbsp; Dropping Scamp's leash on the ground, I turned to Mimi, and un-clipped the tether from her collar.&nbsp; <strong>"Turn Mimi, down the ramp..."</strong>&nbsp; There was already a thin sheen of sweat decorating her body, glistening across her shoulders, and back, and down over her curved bottom.&nbsp; &nbsp;A thin stream of doggy drool hanging from her gag-opened mouth, and the studied look of concentration that was on her face convinced me the enema was beginning to make itself felt.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 12:38:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3529861#msg3529861">Quote from: DngrMse on 24-08-2010, 23:30:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES With Scamp and Mimi<br>In passing, I turned to swat Scamp's bottom too, and called over my shoulder, <strong>"We're both going to be very good dogs now, yes?"</strong><br><br>I paused at the cabinet I'd rummaged through earlier, and considered a wide array of dangling weights, which came in different sizes, and shapes, some belled, some plain, ranging from 60 grams, up to half a kilo, and selected a nice bell for Mimi, 140 grams, the edge of it's delicately fluted rim was lined with tiny silver plated brass spikes.&nbsp; Just the thing to keep her from rubbing those wet little thighs together.&nbsp; I carried it, and the enema bag back to my charges, and sat the weighted bell on Scamp's back, just where his tail sprouted from the top of his rump.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't move, Scamp."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scamp yelped slightly, looking up at the man with a resentful expression. He hadn't done anything wrong, he had just been staying obediently where he was put. Why was he being hit? He grunted softly when the weight was pressed on his hips next to the unfamiliar appendage of his tail, trying to stop himself from shaking in fear. He nodded as best he could, watching him move to the girl.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You are going to help me teach Mimi to be a good little doggy."[/b]&nbsp; I unsnapped the short tether from his collar, and tugged.&nbsp; <strong>"Turn around here, and down we go."</strong>&nbsp; I slipped a hand between his legs, tracing the tip of one finger from the base of his balls, to his puckered anus...pressing cruelly when appropriate, as he made his way awkwardly back down the stepped ramp.&nbsp; <strong>"We learn to sit first, Scamp."</strong>&nbsp; I adjusted his posture, knees, and ankles apart, the pressed down on the top of his hips, until he 'sat', with his ass resting on his heels.&nbsp; <strong>"Your paws too..."</strong>, and shoving, pushing, and occasionaly swatting his rump, got him into position.&nbsp; <strong>"This is easy Scamp.&nbsp; This is "sitting."&nbsp; Keep your tail up over your back, like so...and head high."</strong>&nbsp; Once decently positioned, and displayed.....puppies weren't allowed to hide any part of their anatomy, and all the poses where designed to display them in complete detail...from wet pussies, and milk leaking tits, to hard, pre-cum slick cocks, they were on display.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He whimpered as he is tugged down from the table, the unfamiliar finger pressing against the tight entry of his rear when he failed to move fast enough. He ended up the floor, cowering slightly, looking up at the man with a confused, frightened expression, although he remained quiet. Between the occasional slap, shove and firm repositioning, he found himself kneeling on the floor, his legs spread, rear end pressed down onto his heels, tail suspended and back ramrod straight. His arms, and paws, are held in place as well, resulting in a very vulnerable, very exposed young puppyboy trembling on the smooth floor of the room.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I stroked Scamp, from the back of his head, down over his curved ass, <strong>"I'm bringing Mimi down now.&nbsp; You bark at her, "bark bark!", when she's doing it right."<br></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Despite his fear, the boy closed his eyes when the man's hand is placed on his head, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as the hand stroked down his back to the curve of his rear, a small line of pleasure shooting up his spine. Many of the pets, altered, trained and programmed respond strongly to pain, or to pleasure, driven to obey by relentless urges. It seemed this one might respond strongly to displays of affection. What that meant for his life here in the Club is something of an open question...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 19:03:53</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; For a while,&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; When she didn’t completely turn it off and call it sick filth.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; It was hard to even remember how it all came to be,&nbsp; and where I’d been caught.<br><br>Had I been caught?<br><br>I blinked, long after the sounds had stopped around me.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; My heart raced, and breath paused until I could feel the flex of my fingers beneath them, trapped inside the cage of decorative fabric.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 22:29:59</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG TRAINING ROOM/VETS ROOM WITH CHODOMER AND SCAMP<br><br><strong>"Uhr!"</strong> I gasped, <em>Nani?</em> The man gripped my neck and head in a kind of armlock and I struggled but he was much too strong and I couldn't pull away because my collar was tied. I cried out and suddenly that weird metal thing was in my mouth.<br><br><strong>"Nn! Uh!"</strong> He held me and began to turn a ratchet until my mouth as forced open! <em>Iie! Onegai!</em> I tried to say but nothing came out except <strong>"Eee, ungaiy! Ungun!"</strong> My jaw hurt! He clicked it wider and wider and there were small metal bars between my teeth! I shook my head but it wouldn't come out. Some kind of metal clamp or vise or something to wedge my jaws apart. I shook my head again and whimpered.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There. I think talking won't be a problem for you, Mimi!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Muhr!"</strong> I groaned. This was horrid, so... awkward and degrading. And I began to slobber as well, <strong>"Ungai... Ungai...Nhur..."</strong> I rolled my eyes, helpless to do anything about it.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Puppies bark, they don't talk. Maybe this will help you learn."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uhr!"</strong> I grunted as he spanked my behind.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We're both going to be very good dogs now, yes?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uh! Uh!"</strong> I shook my head. I wanted to be a good dog without having my jaw splayed wide. I made rough sucking sounds as I gasped in air.<br><br>I watched him rummage in a drawer and then come back with something small... and that bag of warm liquid. My eyes rolled and I shook my head. I needed to be good... I had to do something good so he wouldn't do this awful thing to me. <em>What do dogs do? What do they do when they're beaten and show submission?</em> I went down on my forearms and dipped my back, looking up at him piteously. I made a sort of whining sound but it came out all drooly and breathless. <strong>"Hurr! Hurr!"</strong> I said, try to bark, <strong>"Hurr!"</strong> <em>Please don't do this to me. Not there!</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Posture, Mimi, don't look around, and stare! Head and tail up, back curved!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> He spanked me back into an upright position again. I did as he asked, shifting my knees wider apart in obedience so he'd be lenient. I heard some rattlings and clankings behind me and dreaded the worst.<br><br><strong>"Ohhhhh..."</strong> I moaned as hot water flowed into my bottom... <strong>"Ohhhh... nnnnnhhh..."</strong> It was hot! Very hot! It almost burned me. I whimpered and wiggled my backside around and the feeling got bigger... and bigger.. and BIGGER! <strong>"OHH!"</strong> I hung my head and drooled on the table. It felt... it felt... oh my word! It felt so weird! Not as horrible and painful as I thought it would. I felt stuffed and big and there was an achy need to empty out, to push, to push hard and... do a movement... I coloured bright red and put my face away between my arms. The shame of it. So embarrassing... The pain went on, swelling and hot and aching inside my bottom...<br><br>More clanks and clinks and rattles behind me. I saw the IV stand being moved away. I was... plugged? Holding it? How much hot water? I wiggled my hips again trying to shift some of the ache aside somehow.<br><br>There was a little jingling ring, like Christmas bells. <strong>"Huh?"</strong> I was confused. Then I gasped wide-eyed as I was touched.<br><br><strong>"Nhyur!"</strong> I said, reacting as my body's nerve ends danced to the touch, then... <strong>"Aouugh? Uhgh? Uh?"</strong> a weird weight, a dragging tingling slight pain. I looked between my legs and saw it, a heavy metal bell with... <em>nani?</em> A spiked rim? As he took his hand away and the weight hung down from my clitty, pulling it and dragging it I whimpered.<br><br><em>Oh wow! Oh my gosh! It feels...</em> It felt good! Sort of hard and hot and hurty but good too. It was pulling at all my nerve endings, making them tingle. I rolled my hips once and the bell swung, tinkling and the hurty-hot nice pain got worse. Or better.<br><br><em>Oh my... heavens!</em> It was so nice! I wanted to flick my hips back and forth, back and forth and make it swing and pull...<br><br><strong>"Oh.... Unguh."</strong> I drooled, panting at everything... the wire metal gag thing, my aching rectum, my tingling clitty...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mimi....stay!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uhhrrrr..."</strong> I growl-groaned, almost enjoying this. It had been horrible until the weighted bell went on. That changed everything. I could get off on this! I stayed still, flicking my hips wantonly to make my clitty burn.<br><br>There were noises behind me again and I had to turn to watch the boy dog being led down off his table to the floor where he was spanked and poked and prodded until he was kneeling upright in a dog-sit pose, like... dogs do. We were going to be treated like dogs weren't we? We'd been made to look like them, given their bodies and their base urges and now we'd be treated like them too.<br><br>Would I be mounted? Would I be taken to the park and would boy dogs... do it to me? With my burning needy little sex that seemed suddenly like a very attractive idea. Perhaps this boy dog would mount me? Maybe this man... a vet or a trainer or whoever he was... Our owner? Would want us to practice as dogs.<br><br>A lot.<br><br>I hoped we'd practice a lot.<br><br>I wanted to be practiced on very much. Over and over and over again until we got it right. It might take a lot of fucking but I'd be willing to work hard for this man if only I could get some yummy hard dick in me...!<br><br>I whined. Burbling drool came out, a thick stringlet of it that hung and swung from my chin.<br><br>I listened eagerly to the man's words. Paws here. Back straight. Knees apart. This is sitting.<br><br><em>And this, Scamp is fucking. Let's practice fucking now Scamp. Good boy! Fuck Mimi! Doggy fuck-fucks. Fuck her hard!</em> I moaned and drooled more. <em>Yes please!</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm bringing Mimi down now. You bark at her, "bark bark!", when she's doing it right."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Gaarrr,"</strong> I said, eager to start the proper practice, <strong>"Garrr."</strong> I sounded like a pirate dog.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Turn Mimi, down the ramp..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> He untied my leash and I turned on the table. I had no idea what I must look like with my jaws forced wide open but my eyes were full of lust. My gaze went straight between Scamp's legs and rested on the tube of flesh there. I wanted it. Now. Up my little sex. I whined and crawled in those stupid dog gloves down the slope at the end of the table, the weighted bell at my clitty dragging and swinging and making me go all kinds of desperate. Then I discovered those wicked little spikes and had to part my knees and crawl that way so my soft inner thighs didn't get all prickled. I came down the ramp and the man parked me opposite Scamp in the same position. I went into it quickly and obediently, wanting to show the man that yes I could do that, no need to do it again, I need dick now pleasethankyoufuckmehard!<br><br>I was panting, drooling and panting. And giving little twitches of my hips to pull at my clitty. And struggling to put aside the aching swollen pain in my rectum that threatened to really hurt soon. I looked up at the man and made obedient eyes, my ears up and turned to him and my tail happily waving quickly behind my head, hoping the sex practice would soon start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 23:59:06</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES With Scamp and Mimi<br><br>"Very good, Scamp!&nbsp; Much better, Mimi, but stop wiggling your rump around like a common street mutt."&nbsp; <br><br>I knelt, digging into my pocket, and pulled out one of the little treats, most of us carried with us.&nbsp; Much tastier than the dry kibble the dogs were usually fed on, and they had a mild sedative, very mild, incorporated in them.&nbsp; Enough to take the edge of the suddenly frightening world The new dogs found themselves in.&nbsp; Mimi wouldn't need one, I wanted her on edge for a while yet.&nbsp; Naughty thing!&nbsp; Scamp was doing his best though, and he deserved a reward.&nbsp; I held the small round treat to his lips, and encouraged him to open up, then popped it inside his mouth.&nbsp; I stroked my hand down Scamps back, then turned to Mimi.&nbsp; It was time to explain the bell.<br><br>I grabbed a fist full of her hair, and tugged her head back, forcing to her to look at me, her dainty little mouth wide open, and long strings of puppy drool dangling from her gag.&nbsp; She was lovely!&nbsp; <strong>"Mimi.&nbsp; I don't like bells.&nbsp; If I hear <em>your</em> bell, lots of Ting, Ting, Ting!&nbsp; You get spanks." </strong> I snapped my cane against the ground in front her, "Whack!", then held my finger to my lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Shhhh.&nbsp; Try hard to keep your bell silent, or Mimi's ass is going to be stinging red."</strong> <br><br>I knelt half way between the two puppies, and turned to Scamp, and started teaching them the basics of being puppies at the club.&nbsp; Scamp first, then Mimi, each of the few poses, and stances they would need to know.&nbsp; Kneel up, being the first.&nbsp; I positioned Scamp, up on his knees, back straight, and paws behind the small of his back.&nbsp; <strong>"Very good Scamp."</strong>&nbsp; I scratched him behind his doggy ears, and stroked my hand down his back, and patted him on his young puppy rump.&nbsp; I left him in that position, to tease Mimi with a view of his puppy cock, so close, just in front of her, then worked Mimi into the same position.&nbsp; <strong>"Slow, Mimi.&nbsp; No bell, no ting ting ting!" </strong>&nbsp; Leaving the pair facing each other, I taught them both to bark their answers to questions, twice for yes, once for no, the usual way things were done at the club.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Excellent, both of you!&nbsp; I think now it's time for a nice walk outside, so everyone can get a look at such lovely puppies.&nbsp; Scamp, let Mimi set the pace, she's going to be moving slow.&nbsp; Stay together, don't touch each other."</strong>&nbsp; I gave a firm tug on the enema nozzle embedded in Mimi's rear, then stood, and gathered their leashes.&nbsp; <strong>"Down, both of you, stay in front of me."</strong>&nbsp; A bit of gentle prodding, and one decent swat to Mimi's ass, and I had them both moving down the corridor to the dog cages, then outside to the Garden (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.msg3555825#msg3555825).<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 23:13:07</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, entering the Cage Room</strong><br><br>I stormed into the cage room again, having blown some steam off at the receptionsit. The room was almost silent again; no dog was talking, all still or shuffling in their cages. I sighed, walking down to the new arrivals section. Most of the dogs had been taken out. The Japanese bitch was gone, most likely taken out by the vet, and Pogo was nowhere to be seen. I cursed under my breath again. What was happening to my darn luck today?<br><br>My thoughts were broken by a soft whimpering noise, a few cages down from me. Another dog? I stepped forward silently, looking down. Yes.. another dog, a bitch. Without a word I lowered my hand down, pulling out the information card on her cage, reading it. Starshine, Border Collie, blah blah blah, standard modifications yadda yadda yadda... She was a bitch, and right there and then I didn't really care much about her. I could find that out in time. I just wanted to get back before Roiyaru found some way to get himself off. I knelt down, tapping the cage gently with my palm.<br><br><strong>"Starshine? Can you hear me girl?"</strong> I said softly, attempting to not suprise her too much- she seemed intently focused on her snatch, and probably hadn't noticed me looking over her body. <strong>"If you can hear me, say so, but quietly, understand?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 03:58:28</strong>
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				<strong>In the cage room with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe and Starshine</strong><br><br>My pussy was throbbing, and no amount or rubbing it against the back of my arms was going to fix that. Not that it seemed to stop me though.&nbsp; I do remember struggling for a brief moment to try and determine if they had given me the lobotomy or not. I was a difficult question, as I assumed if I had one, or even part of one I might not really be able to remember being smarter. <br><br>"Starshine? Can you hear me girl?" I could feel my ears twitch as a woman paused in front of the cage. I squinted a moment, and ducked my head downward as new smells, and sights invaded my small area. She had a mature beauty about her, with long blond hair carefully swept to one side and sent falling over shoulder - smooth round breasts and slightly outward curving hips that trailed off further then my cage allowed view of.&nbsp; <br><br>Even when I put my forehead against the bars.<br><br>I could hear my breathing, though I could hear a lot of things as the ears atop my dark hair twitched swivelled to gather in the soft sound of her voice.&nbsp; I had tried to pick out her accent, though it was a little difficult, and soon I was just thinking about sex again as my hips scooted forward sealed close against the back of my arms. <br><br>"If you can hear me, say so, but quietly, understand?" I could feel myself blinking as my head tipped gently to one side and I felt my left ear gliding against the top of the cage sending it twitching with annoyance. <br><br>“Starshine?”&nbsp; <br><br>It hadn’t occurred to me that they might have renamed me at the lab, if they had, no one seemed to care to let me in on it.&nbsp; Maybe someone had told me it, but I feel like it somehow got lost in a sea of ‘stupidsluts’ and ‘takeitcumdumps’&nbsp; I felt my lips twist downward as fingers curled tighter into the tight confines of the paws secured to my hands.&nbsp; <br><br>“Am I Starshine?” Strange though, I felt like I should be crying, sobbing, begging for something but I can’t really form it into any sort of comprehendible thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Someone took me against my will and turned me into a dog, and cruelly left my mind intact.&nbsp; I paused a moment, and asked another question before they could answer the first “D-Did I get a lobotomy?” Maybe this was how dogs felt.<br><br>It was shortly after that, that it had occurred to me that I didn’t even know where I was - though the woman in front of me had the look of her like she wanted to be somewhere else, so I tried not to say anything more.&nbsp; Regardless, my pussy was still throbbing, and to make matters worse, I was beginning to feel the weight of my breasts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 04:15:50</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, inside the Cage Room with Starshine</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Am I Starshine? D-Did I get a lobotomy?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I raised an eyebrow. Those had been responses I hadn't expected. I knelt down close to the cage, shuffling closer so as not to raise my voice.<br><br><strong>"Your name here says Starshine. I expect you were..."</strong> I paused. This bitch had no apparent knowledge of what had happened to her. I'd never had to explain what happened to a dog in the club before. How best to explain without sending the girl into shock.... <strong>"You've been.. changed, Starshine. You haven't been lobotomized, but your body has been modified to be that of a dog."</strong> I shifted my weight, wincing- I couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt shoot through me. I was the first one who'd evidently talked to her properly since the operation, and she sounded very lost and confused, something I'd not heard before in a club dog. Were all dogs like this? I'd have to talk to her a little more.<br><br>Before I did though, she'd need to be focused. From the way she was shuffling about she looked like she needed to cum, matching what I'd read on her card. If I was to get any sort of sense out of her she'd need to be fixed on me, not her sex. Besides, offering her an orgasm would, in my mind at least, form a temporary bond between us, leaving her a little more responsive to my commands if she knew I stuck to my words.<br><br><strong>"Now Starshine..."</strong> I said, talking directly to her, <strong>"I see you're a little needy, right now, and I want to talk without it bothering us. If you can turn round, I'll bring you to orgasm and then answer some of your questions, but understand this."</strong> My voice took on a slightly stricter, sterner tone.<strong> "After you have cum, you are to answer my questions, else I'll leave you here, and in minutes you'll need to go again. You are also not to expect this treatment often. Not many people here would do this. Do you understand, Star?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 04:47:05</strong>
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				<strong>In the cage room with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe and Starshine</strong><br><br>It felt nice, to rub my sex against the back of my arms.&nbsp; I could feel the wetness drooling onto my skin as it peeled off like naked skin on leather.&nbsp; I swallowed a moment, and stared at the woman in front of me as she began talking again, trying to focus on what she was saying but ever moment I thought about sex, pulled me further under into needing it.&nbsp; I felt like I was drowning, struggling to to get to surface before sinking back down again. <br><br>It was a frightening sensation that left me shaking.&nbsp; &nbsp;The thought that I might never come out of this, I might never think of anything else but sex. “You haven't been lobotomized, but your body has been modified to be that of a dog.” I swallowed again, and dragged in a slow shaking breath as I tried my best to keep my attention focused. <br><br>I was almost dripping though, and I found myself wondering where the attendants from the other place were, before I realized they were in the other place.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then I was wondering where I was again as the woman, who I think never told me her name gave me instructions.&nbsp; For some reason, it was very easy to understand and all at once I was thinking of the goodbye fuck an attendant had given me through the bars. It made me shiver all the more.<br><br>She was still talking, and I was picking out as many words as possible, but they were getting difficult to understand. I remember climaxing during most of the rapes, and I think that was before I felt like this was a worse feeling though as my mouth gaped, but no real words came out.&nbsp; I bit my lip, hard enough to make myself whimper in pain before bobbing my head firmly.<br><br>“Sorry, I think I understand - It is getting hard not to get carried away though” I could almost feel tears in my eyes, though at same time part of me knew exactly what was said as my tail thumped happily behind me.&nbsp; “Oh - um..” I squirmed in place, and twisted awkwardly within the confines of the cage until my bottom faced the blonde haired woman and I nudged it firmly against the bars.<br><br>I ducked my head down, and pushed my legs apart until my pussy was wide and exposed.&nbsp; I guess for a brief moment, I had thought to tell her my name had been Amanda, but it didn’t last long enough to form into words as only a needy whimper of anticipation filled my throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 21:12:25</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, inside the Cage Room with Starshine</strong><br><br>I watched as the bitch continued to lose focus here and there, evidently not listening to everything I said. Only to be expected, I assumed, if she's new and struggling to come to terms with this whole situation. Most of the dogs I'd dealt with at the club had already been trained to various extents, and had learned to live with their constant arousal. This bitch, Starshine, evidently hadn't learnt to repress that urge, which did in fact work to my advantage- she'd be more grateful when she came, or so I hoped.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Sorry, I think I understand - It is getting hard not to get carried away though”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I watched as she twisted around, unable to repress a smile as I watched her tail thump; her body certainly understood what was about to happen, even if her mind didn't. She positioned herself before me, sex pressed right up against the bars. I leaned in close to her, examining it. Gosh it was drenched... It'd been a while since I'd last seen a puppy snatch right up close, and I'd almost forgotten how wet they got. Beads of her clear fluid were dribbling down her thighs, and it was evident she needed to cum, and badly. I extended the fingers of my real hand towards her; whilst my prophetic hand was near indistinguishable from the outside, it just didn't feel the same when I handled the dogs. <br><br><strong>"Now puppy..."</strong> I said gently, my fingers tracing alongside her lips, <strong>"I'm going to enter you in a second, and just this once I'll give you a choice. Either I can ease my fingers in and work slowly, or push them in, and bring you to orgasm faster. Does Starshine have any preference?"</strong> Offering her choice... if I appeared to care for her, perhaps I'd be able to form a closer bond with her, a new way of 'breaking' a dog in. Some may have picked chains and canes, but I preferred a more subtle approach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:54:44</strong>
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				<strong>In the cage room with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe and Starshine</strong><br><br>“Mommy Mommy!” I was frantically trying to get her attention, as I jumped up and down and waved my arms with increasing wildness. She was having what looked like a very important conversation on the phone and I could see the wrinkles forming on her forehead. Though, she also wasn’t answering me, so I continued “Mommy Mommy Mommy! Oh oh oh! Mommy!”<br><br>“Please hold for a second” She said with a wicked little downward twist of her mouth before she crouched to my level with a soft incline of her features.&nbsp; She had beautiful hair, it was a deep auburn colour, and when I had the chance I loved to touch it. “What is it Amanda?”<br><br>I had everything in the world to ask her, but that was a whole minute ago. Now I couldn’t think of a single reason why I wanted her attention so badly.&nbsp; I felt a little sheepish and I remember chewing my lip nervously “Um” As my young mind boiled over something I could say without implicating the fact I’d completely forgotten - or maybe never had anything to say “I forgot, but, um - I love you” <br><br>--<br><br>I could feel my tail pressing up against the bars, the base was convulsing for lack of space to actually thump against anything. I could still feel my thoughts bubbling about, but was difficult to hold onto them any any length of time.&nbsp; I could feel all sorts of questions that wanted to get asked, but the closer I got to getting my cum the harder it became grasp at things I wanted to say. <br><br>“Now puppy" I was thinking about how cold&nbsp; the bars were against the backs of my thighs, and by contrast how hot and throbbing my pussy was before she started touching me.&nbsp; It felt so nice to have fingers touching me again, I started to wish I had fingers, and then I remembered they were trapped in the paws as each one wriggled individually as if signing off on a roll call.<br><br>I was starting to imagine these high pitched little voices they might have, and for a moment I felt the beginnings of a giggle building within my throat before my mind focused back onto the slow touches alongside my almost drooling sex.&nbsp; At point, I couldn’t think about anything else until she spoke again.<br><br>"I'm going to enter you in a second, and just this once I'll give you a choice. Either I can ease my fingers in and work slowly, or push them in, and bring you to orgasm faster. Does Starshine have any preference?" I wondered if Starshine did have a preference, and then I remembered that was supposed to be me and I chewed my lip thoughtfully as a little whimper boiled up from my throat. <br><br>It was nearly impossible to think about, it was already about sex, and every time I pondered if I wanted it slow, or fast, I got lost in the thought of getting it at all. I’m not sure how long it took, but it seemed like I was struggling forever before I came to what I thought would probably be best <br><br>“<em>Slow</em>”<br><br>I felt like a brilliant dog, but my pussy was really throbbing and now I’d have to wait longer for my cum. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:34:48</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, inside the Cage Room with Starshine</strong><br><br>I nodded, flexing my fingers slightly as she spoke.<br><br>"mmhm, OK little puppy, now just relax for me, this won't hurt at all..." I said gently, and began to ease my index and middle finger in between her lips. She was so wet my fingers felt no resistance, easing in as if they'd been coated in butter. I wodnered how long she'd gone since her last orgasm.<br><br><strong>"For this time, Starshine, you can cum when you need to,"</strong> I began, working my two fingers in up to the knuckle,<strong> "But with a few rules. You warn me before you orgasm, and as soon as you cum you turn right back to face me."</strong> I smiled slightly, beginning to rock my finger in back and forth, wondering how much of that she'd taken in. In her orgasm-driven state, probably little, at least not consciously.<br><br>So far Starshine had proved herself to be interesting- I was the first owner to make contact with her, and she was confused. She'd be an excellent bitch to break in. She also seemed particularly passive, another plus. From reports I'd heard, Roiyaru had been a nightmare to train to any sort of degree. This little bitch would be much easier, especially if she was responsive after her orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 15:36:59</strong>
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				MIMI - DOG TRAINING ROOM/VETS ROOM WITH CHODOMER AND SCAMP - THEN OUT TO THE POOLSIDE<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MimiAvatar.jpg)<br><br><strong>"Uhngn!"</strong> the man grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me grunt with the sudden twinge of pain. I knelt there head held back and jaws leaking slobber, whining.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mimi. I don't like bells. If I hear <em>your</em> bell, lots of <em>ting-ting-ting!</em> you get spanks. <em>Shhhh</em>. Try hard to keep your bell silent, or Mimi's ass is going to be stinging red."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uhr-ur..."</strong> I drooled in fear as he whacked a cane against the stone floor at my knees. I shook my head in his grasping hand which made my hair-roots tingle more, <strong>"Nhuur..."</strong> <em>Don't want that!</em> My wide eyes said, tears pricking at the corners. I wiggled my haunches more though, the enema was becoming intolerable, <em>Bum hurts though!</em> my expression and body language pleaded. The bell instantly jingled, just seconds after he demanded it must not. I whimpered in fear, everything was too much, much too much. I was going to throw a fit with all this sensory overload soon. <br><br>The man went through some basic positioning with the naked boy and I just knelt there whimpering and slobbering and snuffling back tears and the need to <em>shit</em> I really needed to push, and push and <em>PUSH</em> in a huge motion to get rid of the swelling discomfort. The naked boy was now kneeling up, his thighs widely parted and his hands held in the small of his back, his ears stuck up very cutely and his hairless boy-part hung there warm and semi hard and delicious. I stared at it and drooled more though the ache of my stretched jaws and my even more stretched anus was distracting in a good-bad way. The man turned back to me.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Slow, Mimi. No bell, no <em>ting-ting-ting!</em>"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Unng..."</strong> I did as I was bid, forcing myself into the sit and stand and kneel position until I too was kneeling there quite naked, my knees wide apart and my arms behind me and my bare body fully on display to the unknown <em>Gajin</em> boy this man was calling Scamp. I was still struggling with the language but the body posture and vocal tones and facial expressions of the man helped me decipher his requirements well enough. I was not able to stop the bell tinkling a few times though, in order to do that I'd have to move so slowly we'd be here all day. It was impossible. More than that, when I was in this lewd upright position with my back straight the heavy metal bell rested right on my lips, its teasing little spikes digging at the most tender places a woman has. The tingles of sharp pain made me whimper and gurgle more. If I shifted my hips from side to side a little the bell actually rolled in sympathy from side to side too like one of those wicked pinwheel toys you can buy on <em>those</em> websites. The run of little digging spikes made me want to scream out in pain while the tugging of the heavy bell on my clitty made me want to scream out with another emotion. The mix of good and bad was wicked and driving me off the edge.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Excellent, both of you! I think now it's time for a nice walk outside, so everyone can get a look at such lovely puppies. Scamp, let Mimi set the pace, she's going to be moving slow. Stay together, don't touch each other. Down, both of you, stay in front of me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I had no clue what he was saying but he prodded and poked me and gave me a stinging cut across the behind with that evil cane and after some tugs on my leash I realised he wanted me to walk... no, <em>crawl</em>. Crawl like a dog out of the room and along the corridor past the cages where we had begun. As we went by I glanced in and saw that well-dressed woman who had been there earlier when I was taken out of my cage. She had... she had... I caught this vision in a snap shot of stilled action as I went by the door only for it to be gone a second later. She had her fingers up a caged girl's place and was stuffing them into her! I whined more, whether the idea of getting fingers appealed more than the idea of having a woman do it made me want to puke was hard to tell. Would I get a choice when the time came? I had a fear I already knew that answer.<br><br>My bell jingled and tinkled all the time. It was just impossible to crawl in this awkward jerking gait and not make it ring. The warning finger the man had given me which I assumed was a 'don't make a sound' command was impossible to obey. I inferred that he either wanted me to suffer the fear and expectation of a caning that was already guaranteed or he just wanted to cane me and be done with it but somehow his broken personality required him to have an excuse. Either way I was convinced awful pain was coming soon. We passed the cages and turned out into a pretty room with a glass roof filled with cane furniture and palm plants in earthenware pots and hot smells and sunshine. But I was naked!<br><br><em>"I'm naked! Please!"</em> I tried to say but it just came out as <strong>"Enyahh... Ay-nayah. Ni."</strong> Which was mangled Japanese anyway so I was doubly helpless. I hesitated at the sunroom door. There was someone in there! An elderly couple reading magazines! They had a naked boy - no, a dog? Curled up at their feet dozing. They looked up at us as we came out and the man's eyes went all over my exposed body like slugs. I could feel his gaze on me and his perverted lusts. I stopped but the man just tugged harder on my leash, making the collar dig into my neck. I whined and jerked forward, my bell tinkling and my clitty almost exploding from the pleasure of being tugged like that. As we went past the couple I knew they were looking at my girl-place and the huge thing stuffed up my bum! I continued to drool-whimper in mounting panic.<br><br>Then another doorway, some steps, sunshine, palm trees, sea scents, people, smells of traffic and a pool. And a breeze! Outside...! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.msg3584541#msg3584541) Where the fear and degradation and shame just got ten or fifty times worse!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 17:26:45</strong>
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				<strong>In the cage room with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe and Starshine</strong><br><br>I don’t remember having a steady boyfriend, and I’m not sure why I started thinking this as the blond haired woman inserted one of her long slender fingers into my slippery sex.&nbsp; I was hard to remember the past, and confusing that I was trying to as she explained the rules and somehow that made it into a little game inside of my head.<br><br><em>"But with a few rules. You warn me before you orgasm, and as soon as you cum you turn right back to face me."</em><br><br>It was a strange, warm wave of humiliation that swept over me as my mind focused upon the single finger that was slow sawing inside of my wet cunt.&nbsp; It stirred a small fire inside of my stomach, and curled the tips of my toes within the bondage of pet looking feet that nudged and rattled the cage that dented the curves of my bottom as I pushed enthusiastically against it.<br><br>It wasn’t as slow a build up as I had thought, my mind focused on the picture of simmering pot as the dial slow cranked the licking flame beneath.&nbsp; I felt the rush of blood against my cheeks as a soft whimper escaped my lips, and followed into further pleading and mindless sounds as random thoughts a desires bubbled inside of my brain. <br><br>I tried to keep my thoughts organised, knowing that I was supposed to announce when I was close, but I struggled with the concept of knowing how close I really was, or how close I could go before shouting it out.&nbsp; I could feel myself clenching down on it, that single humiliating digit, making it feel bigger, thicker as it ground lewd to and fro motions inside of me producing increasingly shameful wet noises. <br><br>I was panting in the small space that I had wedged my face into in attempt to see behind me and poured hot sweet smelling air backward.&nbsp; I pushed my paws against the opposing side of the cage and stretched myself firmly until I crushed the bars against my backside receiving a sharp prick of pain as my tail crushed comfortably more sideways then it had been. <br><br>“I’m close!”<br><br>The echo within my cage left me almost confused to where the sound had begun until the soreness of my throat from my pitched cry made itself evident. I was so close that my hips were shaking, right down to my paws as I struggled to keep myself in position without a thought of what it would look like if another person wandered into the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:22:27</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, inside the Cage Room with Starshine<br></strong><br>I eased my finger in a little way, feeling her hot sweet breath flow towards me as she turned her head to speak. As my finger remained teasingly inside her I worked her tail out gently so that it stuck out from the cage, making sure not to tug it- from past experience, I'd found that pulling a bitch's tail was one of the more efficient ways to make them hurt.<br><br>I watched carefully as the bitch squirmed and whimpered within her cage, so very close now. It was hard to imagine how she must have felt, so hot and needy... From what I'd heard, some dogs required up to eight orgasms an hour just to keep feeling 'normal'- any less and their sex drive began to override other conscious thoughts, gumming up their minds like so much wallpaper paste. It would have been handy to have some method controlling how far into heat they went... right now, if an owner wanted their pet to enjoy themselves the best they could do is attach a suction vibrator someone on the floor and let them use it when they needed. Of course, the only downsides were the pets would use them until they passed out, and the mess they made on the floor was something to behold. Stories of pets collapsing from exhaustion into huge puddles of their own mess wasn't unheard of in uncontrolled cases.<br><br>Still, when I let Starshine out she'd have a few sweet hours with Roiyaru, provided she wasn't too scared of him. Who was I kidding- by the time I'd brought her round to him she'd be desperate for another release, and Roiyaru... well, by the time we arrived he'd either pounce on her the second she entered, or he'd have made a right mess of the cushions, splattering them with his own special puppy fluid. Time would tell.<br><br>Pushing my finger out slightly, I leaned down over her cage, speaking quietly into her ear.<br><br><strong>"OK Starshine, let it all out..." </strong>I said, and started to pump my soaking wet digits into her slit, speeding up gradually, moving slightly to the side- no doubt the eager little pup would squirt all over the damn place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 15:08:36</strong>
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				<strong>In the cage room with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe and Starshine</strong><br><br>For a moment, I imagined how ridiculous it undoubtedly looked as the blond haired woman worked my tail out of the cage. It was a strange sensation having it handled, I was distinctly aware of every sensitive nerve sending sparks of feeling down the length of my spine and for the briefest moment I wondered when it had been attached.<br><br>Before I knew it I was trying to think again, trying to put together what had happened before another slow shove of the blond woman’s finger sunk into my wet, clenching cunt.&nbsp; The fucking I’d been forced to experience in the previous place was usually for their benefit, they loved putting their cocks into sobbing girl and demeaning them in every way possible - Well, most of them anyway.<br><br>By comparison, the blond woman was completely business.&nbsp; I’d tried my best not to remember her face as my mind pieced together the scene from a different angle as my hips rocked and shook against the bars.&nbsp; I was panting, feeling thin lines of drool escaping out of the corner of my mouth as I fought to swallow it back. <br><br>Thinking only lasted brief moments, I tried desperately to cling to it, but it slipped away from my fingers like I’d been handling melted butter. Soon I didn’t have any thoughts at all aside from focusing on that single digit slow fucking me from behind.&nbsp; Squeezing at it with my cunt, and hearing the beginning of words that tipped my ears out of their flattened position. <br><br><em>"OK Starshine, let it all out" </em><br><br>I’d been told to cum before, and usually I found it ridiculous.&nbsp; I remember screaming, crying out until my lungs emptied as my sex flooded with juices.&nbsp; I’m not sure if I passed out, I feel hazy when my eyes opened, and extremely wet between my legs and down the interiors of my thighs.&nbsp; I tried to turn around,&nbsp; but my tail was through the bars and it made me crawl toward the opposing side of the cage before I could make my turn.<br><br>I was still shaking, my stomach shivered and my thighs clenched at a small after shock that sent my cunt drooling more moisture.&nbsp; I was panting hard as I looked back at the woman standing in front of my cage.&nbsp; For a moment, she looked like the most beautiful person in the world, and then abruptly, I could feel tears streaking down my face.<br><br>It was confusing, as I dragged my paw up and wiped my eyes with a sniffle as my body rested down onto my naked haunches. “Sorry..” My voice a small thing, and it seemed to take me forever to stop. “I don’t know” A tiny pause, as sharp inhale sucked breath passed my lips ”Why that happened” Though, I’d suddenly realized how much I really didn’t know about anything.&nbsp; Where I was, why I was, who she was, and for a moment I wasn’t even sure who I was as the name Starshine bubbled inside of my head.<br><br>Maybe I was still reacting to what the had said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:37:15</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, inside the Cage Room with Starshine</strong><br><br>My words were met with a near-instant reaction. The puppy came, her juices splattering out with a force I barely thought possible for such a cute looking thing. Her screams reverberated about the room, her smooth velvety walls clenching and relaxing in quick cycles as she drenched my exposed hand, my fingers holding first inside her as she rode out the storm. As I slowly slid out of her, I look down at her form- the poor little bitch had actually managed to knock herself out from the sheer intensity of her orgasm. I wiped my hand on the bars of the cage next to me, frowning slightly. I'd never seen quite an explosive reaction before... was Starshine just not used to all this, or was there something different about her...<br><br>She was stirring again, trying to shift round. I helped ease her tail in a little as she wriggled around, coming back to face me. A wave of guilt washed over me as she started to cry, clumsily trying to wipe her tears away with her paw. <br><br><strong>"Come here you silly little thing..." </strong>I said, reaching into my pocket to pull out a small pack of disposable tissues, pulling one out. I leaned in, mopping up her eyes and cheeks with the soft flimsy paper. <br><br><strong>"What happened was you came, Starshine,"</strong> I said, beginning to explain to her what had happened as I dabbed at her remaining tears. "<strong>You've received hormone and DNA treatment, which makes you more sexually potent. They err... they say it's like being in heat but... well, all the time..."</strong> My own voice started trailing off as well, unsure how wise I was telling her all this. I'd always been taught the truth was always best, but still... I'd be able to help and explain to her the situation a little more later. For now, I needed to ask a question, before she started getting too aroused again.<br><br><strong>"Starshine, please can you answer this question for me? The more you answer, the more I can tell you. Right now, at this very second, how do you feel about being taken by another dog, so to speak, one just like you? If you could try and say in as much detail as you can, I'll make it worth your while." </strong>It was imperative I asked her the question now- what with dogs having such a short refractory period, any answer given in heat, which was pretty much all the time, would have been severely biased. Even as I spoke I couldn't help but feel that piercing shard of guilt bury deeper into me- making 'deals' with such a vulnerable, confused creature such as Starshine seemed wrong. I tried to console myself, reasoning that out of all the owners she could have been landed with, I was about the only one who'd offer her any sort of comfort at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 17:10:20</strong>
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				<strong>Starshine in the cage room with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe.</strong><br><br>I missed seeing my fingers, the paws were just toys and no matter how hard I squeezed inside of them they wouldn’t scrunch or bend. Though, I’d seen some people walking around their pets with booties on to protect their feet, or even specially made clothing that slipped over their midsection like tube tops with fanciful prints that gave the illusion of normal clothing.<br><br>I’m not sure where things started getting confusing for me, all I remember was the rapes - even my most vivid memory of that was someone who told me to look up at him while he fucked my throat.&nbsp; He seemed disgusted with me, but I’d seen him raping girls across from me and laughing at them as they begged for mercy.&nbsp; <br><br>I don’t know what I did to earn that look.<br><br>I was wriggling around for some time as the woman spoke to me, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in, when I stopped moving I was on my haunches with my legs spread wide and my paws set between them.&nbsp; I felt a little embarrassed showing off my wet pussy, but it was the only natural seating pose I could adopt that would make me stooped enough that my ears could perk up naturally. <br><br>"You've received hormone and DNA treatment, which makes you more sexually potent. They-” She paused and made an awkward sound before continuing “They say it's like being in heat but" Apparently it wasn’t easy to explain in the short time we’d been together, but she’d assured me more would be told to me later. <br><br>Of all the things I was focusing on the most, was the pitch of her voice, and the distinct smell she gave off that filled my flaring nose like a sweet perfume.&nbsp; It left me wishing I could rub my wrist against it and try it onto the back of my ear - though that thought sent heat against my cheeks as my hips wriggled unconsciously to the dull thump of a tail behind.<br><br>My tail.<br><br>"Starshine, please can you answer this question for me? The more you answer, the more I can tell you. Right now, at this very second, how do you feel about being taken by another dog, so to speak, one just like you?” Something vivid flashed inside my head, and I could only make out the long hallway my old house before the woman spoke again and it faded away into a space that I couldn’t grasp “If you could try and say in as much detail as you can, I'll make it worth your while.<br><br>I tried to think about, the visions of a strong male dog hunched over me, pounding me from behind as I howled in climax.&nbsp; Though, for a moment it wasn’t me in the picture, and I blinked several times a my stomach twisted over one specific thing that had been said “Another dog - like me?” My head throbbed with my own query, and I turned my glance along the other cages as overwhelming sorrow gripped at my heart.<br><br>I was almost sniffling, and it hurt to think about as my tail tried to curl up between my legs but was too firmly planted against the ground because of my position. It didn’t seem to matter that I was in the same position, but it somehow felt completely horrible that other people were in this position.<br><br>“Why would there be other dogs like me? T-that doesn’t make sense”&nbsp; It started seeming like a nightmare situation as even from my angle there was space enough for any number of cages and crates for animals. I tried to lean forward, to peer out the corner of my age to attempt to judge the size of the room before ducking back and turning my attention to the woman again “Was I really not the only one?” <br><br>Part of me felt relieved, though I couldn’t understand why. As much as I tried to think about it, it remained confusing and hard to grasp - wish so much going on in my head, it impossible to make anything out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:43:34</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, inside the Cage Room with Starshine</strong><br><br>I shifted my weight a little, my knees aching slightly from prolonged kneeling. Still, it can't have been anything on how uncomfy Starshine must have been. Those cages didn't really permit much movement on the dog's part. Partly because I wanted her to stretch, and partly because I wanted to stall on her question, I began unlocking the door to her cage. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Another dog - like me? Why would there be other dogs like me? T-that doesn’t make sense. Was I really not the only one?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I nodded slowly, unclipping the lower catch, pausing with my hand resting lightly on a lower bar.<br><br><strong>"Yes Starshine, like you. The place you're in now... the pets here are all like you. They can all think, all act on their own accord, all... well, they're all like you."</strong> My hand tapped anxiously against the bar before I spoke again, starting to open the cage. <strong>"There is an awful lot to learn, Starshine, and there's too much for me to tell you here. If you can promise me you'll be obedient, I'll make sure not to keep you in the dark. Deal?"</strong> I leant my hand into her cage, ruffling her silky black hair, scratching behind one of her ears for a second before standing up, wincing as my knees straightened. Starshine had proven to be dynamite- if I could just keep her rented out for the time I was here, I'd get a wealth of information about how dogs developed and adapted to their new surroundings. The fact she was quite a cute pup only helped seal the deal.<br><br><strong>"Now Starshine, we're going to go outside and to a place called the playroom."</strong> I explained, leaning over her cage to snatch up a sky blue collar and leash from the wall.<strong> "On the way there there's going to be a lot of dogs frolicking about, and some may very well try to sniff about you. Try not to be intimidated, none of them are going to be allowed to touch you." </strong>It seemed a ridiculous request, not to be intimidated- part of me even expected her to wet herself when she got outside. Still, she would have to learn one day, and it'd be better to get it out of the way. Leaning down again I slipped the collar about her neck, affixing the leash to it and grabbing up the notes that were folded up in a card holder attached to her cage.<br><br><strong>"OK Star, you're going to crawl a little way behind me. Just follow me, mmk?"</strong> I said, and began to slowly make my way out to the Gardens (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.0), Starshine in tow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog Area]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 15:40:26</strong>
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				<strong>Starshine, exiting the Cage room with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe</strong><br><br>“If you can promise me you'll be obedient, I'll make sure not to keep you in the dark. Deal?”<br><br>It was insane to think about, a whole place of people with their minds intact, treated like dogs and to what purpose? It sent a shiver down the length of my spine and my stomach churning and twisting in good and bad ways at the same time.&nbsp; For a moment, I’d even wondered if I could be obedient, as the corner of my lip suckled inward and was chewed in the distraction of thoughts that pounded my head.<br><br>I wondered if I had gotten it into my mind that I was special, that this had all happened for whatever reason and I was the only one in a world of mindless dogs that still had thoughts like a person.&nbsp; Then the realization as I looked about all the cages, and crates that I could see from my vantage point that I wasn’t alone made me feel both jealous and deeply afraid.<br><br>I wished I could relate the thoughts to the woman of whom, was fiddling with my cage until she managed to swing it open before I’d even offered her a response. “I’m -- “ I said, as her fingertips pushed through my hair and rubbed at the top of my ears before scratching delightfully behind them “A little afraid, and confused -- but I think I can try to do that” My mind quickly off tumble of near shaking words and directly back to following the length of her arm upward with my eyes.<br><br>"Now Starshine, we're going to go outside and to a place called the playroom." She was speaking again, and this time the words sent a little flush on my cheeks as my toes curled within the seal of booted paws.&nbsp; I wondered if I could even begin to describe the scenarios that played inside of my head before she all but dispelled it with "On the way there there's going to be a lot of dogs frolicking about, and some may very well try to sniff about you.” I had almost forgotten in that moment that she had said they were all like me.<br><br>I wondered idly to myself what it would be like to sniff at someone else, it seemed perverse, but at the same time sent a heat inside of my stomach that washed into my chest and across my cheeks.&nbsp; There was so many things that dogs would do that they thought nothing of that was driving me insane with questions and situations. <br><br>“Try not to be intimidated, none of them are going to be allowed to touch you."<br><br>I blinked, and peered up slowly as the woman, as a strange sensation bubbled inside of me, only to view her crouching form as she secured a sky-blue collar around my neck and attached a lead to it.&nbsp; This abrupt humiliation washed over me like a tidal wave as I stared at her shaking, trembling with glistening&nbsp; sex flooding with lubrication. I’d undoubted climaxed, and I felt a immediatly silly panting there, squatted on tiny puddle of my own juices.<br><br>“OK Star, you're going to crawl a little way behind me. Just follow me, mmk?" Directly after this, I felt the end of the lead and pitched my body forward.&nbsp; My second thought, next to the wetness against the interiors of my thighs was how incredibly easy it seemed.&nbsp; Where I had expected it to be slow and cumbersome, the movements and muscles seemed to match up in some bizarre way that made locomotion on all fours an incredibly simple act.<br><br>So much so, I was probably more then in danger of simply bumping headlong into the backs of her legs if I didn’t pay attention to what I was doing. Unfortunately, attention wasn’t something I had a great deal of at the moment.<br>
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