Special Agent Carrie Clemens was shocked to see her partner, Cameron Edwards, walk through the door.

Special Agent Carrie Clemens was shocked to see her partner, Cameron Edwards, walk through the door.  “Cameron!” she whispered frantically, “what are you doing here? Get back to the car!” “The outside patrol found our vehicle Carrie; I had to take them out before they alerted anyone. By that time I took care of them, I was already in here, so I found the set producer and knocked him out too. He’s hidden in a closet in the back, but they’ll find him sooner or later. We need to bail now!” Dammit, she thought, undercover ops already involved plenty of risk, and deviating from the plan was the first step toward making them even more dangerous, but she’d worked too hard to bust this slavery ring. Infiltrating one of the photo shoots had been a significant coup, and she wanted to make the most of it. Living to fight another day however, always took precedence. “You’re right,” Carrie decided, “let’s get out of here and take whatever evidence we can back to HQ.” She reached up to her neck, prepared to remove the uncomfortable collar that encircled it. “Wait! We have to make it look like nothing suspicious is going on,” Edwards lowered his voice, “You need to keep that on until we’re clear. We can act like I’m showing you what to do for the next set of photos.” Carrie’s hands stopped, though she didn’t really think she told them to. “Shit, I suppose that makes sense, what do you have in mind?” “Hold on let me think…ok…umm, we’ve always said that they turned the girls into pets, so let’s just play that out. Put the end of the chain in your mouth and hold it with your teeth.” Again, Carrie’s hands seemed to move before her brain gave the order, guiding the chain into her mouth, her teeth clamping down on it. “Excellent, that’s perfect. Alright, now, umm…drop down on all fours, like a dog.” Carrie sank down onto her knees, extending her arms forward until her hands touched the floor. Odd, she wondered, her limbs appeared to be acting on their own now. She tried to move them, but it was as if a cement wall had been erected between her mind and her body. “Good girl Carrie, very good girl. Now, crawl to me, and don’t you dare let that leash fall out of your mouth. Now come!” What the hell? Carrie’s arms and legs shuffled forward automatically, crawling towards Edwards, jaws shut tightly on the chain. Oh shit, what are they doing back here? The room had begun to fill with the photo shoot team, some of them pulling women on leashes, much like the one Carrie held in her mouth. “Thatta girl, that’s it, stop right at my feet,” she froze when she reached his shoes. “Good girl, now, on your knees, present your Master with your leash.” Fuck, I can’t stop. No no no no no!  Carrie rose to her knees, craning her neck up towards Cameron’s hand, as if asking him to grab the chain. Edwards patted her on the head and pulled the leash from her mouth. “Such an obedient little thing you are Cici. You might have just earned a treat for that.” The entire room chuckled as he commended her for her actions. “Oh, and Carrie, I know that you’re still in there, but don’t be sad, I’ll take very good care of you, and I’m confident you’ll do the same for me. It’s funny, you were so close to figuring out how the collars work. Yes, there is an element of mental deterioration that can occur, if the owner so chooses. However, the real magic is physical,” there was an evil gleam in his eye as he continued to gloat. “See, once the collar is secured around the neck, control of all bodily functions is transferred from your mind to the DNA fingerprint of the owner, or in this case, me.” Carrie wanted to yell at him, wanted to tell him to shut the hell up and let her go. Unfortunately, the sounds caught in her throat and all that came out was muted unintelligible garble. “Still have have some fight in you eh? I like that. I haven’t quite decided yet if I’m going to hollow out your brain or not,” Edwards knelt down, stroking her cheek.  "It’s just such a delicious thought, leaving you trapped in there, wallowing in your failure while your beautiful body obeys my every command.“ NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Carrie screamed inside her own head. She focused every ounce of her will on moving just a finger, or even blinking, but it was all for naught. His control over her was absolute. "Now, about that treat Cici,” Edwards stood up and started to undo his fly, “you can have it girl, but only if you beg for it first.” Carrie’s hands moved out in front of her, simulating paws; her tongue lolled out of her mouth, “ARF! ARF! ARFARFARF!” The crew clapped and cheered as Edwards pushed his cock into her open, drooling mouth, putting the finishing touch on his conquest. For him, it was a celebration; He’d finally acquired the pet that he had so long pursued, and it would serve and obey him faithfully. For the person formerly known as Carrie, it was a sentence; a lifetime of sobbing within the prison of her own mind. ************* Phew, writing this story was INSANE! I started out with a general outline planned, and as I kept writing, the story morphed into something else. As I was editing it, I realized it was two stories that were loosely linked by a weak mid section. Long story short, I ended up deleting a HUGE chunk of what I’d originally written, the beginning and most of the middle; the finished product is easily less than half the length of the original draft. Editing this piece was no walk in the park either. The entire editing process took just about 4 times as long as writing the original draft. I hope you guys like it, because this caption was hell! -- source link

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