puppygirlsnplaythings: SUBMISSION (Caption by Maria) She’d almost made it. The day the Leash L

puppygirlsnplaythings: SUBMISSION (Caption by Maria) She’d almost made it. The day the Leash Laws came down, Julie had been headed for the airport to catch one of the last planes out of the country when her mobile had gone off. It was her friend Jen, begging her to pick her up. “I’m trapped at home, and I know if I go outside that creep next door is going to do to me what he…what he did to poor…oh, Julie, the woman across the street is barking and drooling all over herself like a goddamned DOG! Hurry up and get over here! I’ve got cash, I can buy a ticket. I just need to - who’s there? What do YOU want? No. NOOOO!”The line went dead. Julie considered driving on through to the airport, but she and Jen had been friends since childhood. She circled around, and five minutes later, she was pulling into Jen’s drive, tire iron in hand as she jumped from the car and ran inside through the shattered front door.“Jen? Jen, where are you?” she’d cried, noting with dismay her friend’s smashed mobile phone. “Sorry, bitch” came a voice behind her. “I’m afraid Jingles isn’t really in a talkative mood right now. Or ever again, really.” Julie whirled, raising the tire iron, but it was too late. She felt a sharp pain in her ass as a syringe was driven deep into the taut flesh. She fell to the carpet with a thump, blacking out just as Jen - her body already warped by BimboMaxx and BitchMaker - crawled into the room, drooling and wriggling.Now, five years later, Julie decorated the sitting room of her friend’s old house. She’d proven resistant to BitchMaker, and while the man who’d turned her friend into Jingles the drooling fuckmutt couldn’t add her to his kennel, he found that a ManneQueen bolt on his troublesome pet’s neck took care of everything. Julia hadn’t seen anything beyond the patch of carpet beneath the grinning, Barbie-like face the ManneQueen Bolt forced onto her in over a year. Her Owner didn’t even bother to fuck her anymore; she had been a troublesome cunt, but now she was furniture, and that was the end of things, as far as He was concerned.As the days passed, and the world forgot what few memories it had of a woman named Julie Rodgers, Julie herself felt her sanity slipping further and further away. Every day, she felt a little bit more of her old life, her personality, vanish. Eventually, she knew, the bolt would finish its slow work, and fall off; when that happened, she would be permanently altered, her cells fully converted into the mannequin the nanites forced her to pretend to be. By then, she’d be totally mindless, just another decoration for a Man who owned dozens of other bitches converted into pets, into bimbos, into slaves, into furniture like her. The one thing that kept floating through her dulling mind like a mantra, even on the days after she forgot her own name, was a single sentence. Just four words, but they refused to let her slip into totally mindless servitude.She’d almost made it. -- source link
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