PET HOTEL
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Sep 18, 2012, 4:25:17 PM9/18/12
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New story where a good girl becomes a bad dog
PET HOTEL
Sandy’s sister was going away on a business trip for 8 months she had given her dog to sandy to put into a kennel while she was away. The place was called the pet hotel it boasted that its automatic systems could look after a dog better than any human as they never got tired and would look after each individual animal giving it round the clock attention. There wasn’t a single human being about, but there didn’t need to be Sandy had a card that when input into the system would automatically intake any pet. Sandy came to the intake hatch. She led rover forwards and put the intake card into the slot. The door opened Sandy led rover inside then stepped back the door closed a robotic hand took hold of rovers collar and lead him away.
Sandy turned round, a frustrated man appeared in front of Sandy he was wrestling with an incredibly large dog it had a massive leather muzzle clamped over its jaws. The man pushed a card into the card slot “eight months of automated obedience school for you girl”. Just as the card was in the slot the dog broke free. The dog hit sandy; Sandy was pushed through the door onto her backside. Sandy watched the door close as the man ran off after his dog. Sandy got up and tried the door, it wouldn’t move she tried it again There was a shock the door was now electrified sandy jumped back and crashed on to the floor she looked around the room.
The room was a cage door on one side, there were two walls of plain gray concrete a wide belt made up half the floor and there were a pair of double metal doors forming the far wall, part of the processing area. Sandy stood up and looked around there was machinery on the ceiling. Sandy tuned to face the belt was there some override switch? There was a mechanical whir she felt something push her, sandy came to land painfully on her hands and knees on the belt. She felt the belt lurch into life.
Sandy found herself being whisked swiftly along on the belt towards a pair of double doors they swung silently open the moment her head touched them. Before she could gather her thoughts and leap off the belt the doors had swallowed her she was plunged into darkness.
Sandy kicked out as the doors closed behind her, but they were sealed shut from the inside impossible to open in the opposite direction, they remained stubbornly closed no matter how hard Sandy kicked them. She shouted out for help, for anyone who could hear to come and switch off the machine, but all she could hear now was the whirr and hum of mechanism.
Sandy saw lights flickering over her hunched over form. Beams of light danced over her and somewhere in the distance she could hear a computerised voice speaking.
“Subject breed unidentified: Measuring process complete. Heavy matting of fur detected: Initiating cleaning process”
Sandy didn’t like the sound of that one little bit so she pounded on the door in front of her with her fists and cried out for help again just as loud as her lungs allowed. In the silence that followed her futile attempts she heard that soulless computer voice Again.
“Subject panicking during processing: Initiate restraining process, adapting program”
The four hydraulic arms darted out from the shadows so fast she hardly saw them coming before they closed tightly about her wrists and knees where they met the floor and pulled tight holding Sandy firmly down on all fours just as if She had been a struggling dog. Sandy felt rubber collars within the cuffs inflating about her flesh to make an unforgiving tight grasp about her limbs. For the first time she understood the words she had heard about the kennels marketing when they spoke of the new automatic Induction Processing machine.
She heard more distant mechanical sounds and she did her able best to shout above the noise but to her dismay she heard the flat tones of the inhuman voice again.
“Initiate muzzling process”
An arm dropped down from the ceiling and a dog muzzle was pressed against Sandy’s face. Designed to keep a dog from biting and barking it did absolutely nothing to stop her increasingly panicky cries as she fought with desperation against the hydraulic restraints that had made her limbs their prisoners.
“Subject not responding to muzzling process one adapting program: Initiate process two”
The muzzle was whisked away and as she drew up my lungs for a final shout a thick wide metal ring coated in rubber was suddenly pushed hard between Sandy’s teeth and as she desperately shook her head to spit it out she felt a strap being deftly pulled tight behind her head by yet another unseen mechanical hand her voice was suddenly unintelligible as much a prisoner of the Processing Machine as her limbs.
Sandy watched in mute horror as arms with tiny blades and flails darted into view from the shadows and shone lights that detected her every curve and sinew under her clothes before leaping towards her.
Seconds later Sandy’s clothes were falling off her ample frame in waves as those precision tools danced about her assuming every inch of her clothes was matted and unkempt fur to be removed.
Sandy could feel the tears running down her face as her limbs hopelessly fought the embrace of the Processing Machine’s powerful arms. She watched those tiny tools dancing across her body until all she could see was her bare gleaming flesh.
“Initiate adapted cleansing process”
Jets of hot soapy water hit her from every conceivable angle and moments later they were joined by rough brushes on jointed mechanical arms that scrubbed ever inch of her body and bought a terrible flush to her naked flesh. As they danced across Sandy’s body they scrubbed her treacherous nipples and made them spring to attention. She gasped in frustrated passion as the bristles scrubbed briskly back and forth and Sandy gave a yelp as a strong jet ran its terrible caress across her tight rear entrance at the same moment as a pointed brush thrust itself between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus and rape sandy’s anal virginity there and then.
Sandy was flushed and panting as the waves of warm air drifted over her quivering body in an almost loving caress that bought an almost enjoyable tenderness to her terrifying situation.
“Initiate adaptive Jacket process”
There was a whirring mechanical sound in the distance. It sounded a little like scissors going through fabric then there was a sound like a sowing machine then the machine was silent. The machine laid a garment a costume or suit out on the floor, and then pushed Sandy forwards so she was kneeling over it. Sandy looked at the outfit, and saw it looked a little like the shape of a dog it was made of some sort of tick stretchy black material. The Machines arms closed in around her. Sandy didn’t want to be hurt she didn’t resist. The machine gathered up the suit, and began to dress Sandy in it.
The arms released her for a split second then more arms grabbed her limbs, they made Sandy bend her legs and arms over double, her head was forced down while her ass stuck up in the air. Then the arms began slipping the suit up her folded arms and legs. Sandy was nervous, wondering if she would be able to get out of it, after the machine was done.
As the dressing continued, Sandy grew more nervous. The machine kept making the suit tighter, and tighter around her body her feet were folded in her toes towards her ass her hands were folded back her fingers useless. There were cut outs around her crotch and breasts and a built in hood with an oval for her face. Her breasts hung low bulging out of there tight openings her pussy and ass were exposed and her face was framed in a wide O. Sandy heard a click, as a lock was threaded thru the loops holding the bitch suit closed, the arms retracted.
“Initiate internal cleansing process”
There the machine activated a large enema bag filled with a cleaning solution, and inserted the nozzle into her clenching rosebud. Sandy hated the invasion, and then her face blushed crimson as the liquid entered her bowls. Sandy squeezed her face closed, trying to expel the nozzle, and the liquid, without success.
Finally the nozzle withdrew she expelled the enema and the contents of her bowls. The machine turned on a shower jet, and washed the suit off. Sandy's face was crimson red, but her humiliation wasn't over yet. A strong jet of soapy water ran its terrible caress across her rear entrance at the same moment as a larger pointed brush thrust itself between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus and rape her again.
The machine activated a larger enema bag filled with a cleaning solution, and inserted the nozzle into her clenching rosebud. Sandy hated the violation, her face blushed crimson and tears streamed down her cheeks as the liquid entered her bowls. Sandy squeezed her face closed, trying to expel the nozzle, and the liquid, without success. The liquid continued to flow until her stomach was distended and bulged. A mechanical arm came forward with a large ribbed tail butt plug, and gently but firmly sealed it inside Sandy’s rosebud locking the enema inside her. Sandy felt part of the suit being wrapped around the base of the plug then she heard a click, as a lock was threaded thru the strap holding base of the plug tight against the bitch suit.
“Initiate adapted collaring Process”
The fight was near all gone from Sandy’s soul as she heard those toneless words and her head dropped as she watched an arm holding a wide brown leather collar with gleaming brass studs advance towards her several bits of chain hung from it. The collar opened Sandy felt it close gently about her throat forcing her to keep her head up, as unseen mechanical fingers pull its buckle tight. Punishingley tight, just like you would if you were applying a collar to a dangerous dog you didn’t trust. Just what the Processing Machine now thought she was. From the collar a length of chain was wrapped snugly round the base of her right breast a second length of chain encircled her left breast both were pulled taunt. Sandy bit down hard on her gag as a pair of nipple clamps on a length of chain was attached to her aroused nipples. The worst item was a clamp attached to the hood of her clitoris. A length of chain was attached to the collar it began to become taunt instantly the chains attached to it also became taunt. Sandy felt the pull on her clit and her nipple’s and round the base of her breasts she began to move forwards obediently.
The door in front of her swung silently open and for a brief moment she could smell static in the air. The cattle prod touched her arse she wasn’t moving fast enough for the machine. Sandy leapt forwards with a squeal as best she could and found herself trotting down a steeply sloping ramp there were pads in the suit under her elbows and knees making it a little easier.
Moments later Sandy found herself looking out from behind a steel grid. She was being led into a cage mounted on one wall at just the height of the ring gag was a large rubber plug the chain was getting shorter forcing her head towards it. The plug got closer and closer until the tip hit the ring gag then in it went further and further. Finally when sandy thought she would choke her face was pushed all the was up against the front of the cage and she was helplessly muted. A distant part of her registered the back of the cage closing behind her with a clatter the grill pushing hard up against her ass cheeks.
Sandy took in her surroundings silently, the big rubber coated ring wedged between her teeth the horrible plug stretching her jaw. She tried to move of the plug. She tried to move up but quickly felt more steel bares pressing into her back. She tried to turn left and right, but the cage was too narrow, the quick examination soon told Sandy that the gag wasn’t coming out of her mouth anytime soon. Sandy heard a whir and looked up and gave as loud a yelp as she could manage. There was a cluster of mechanical arms above the cage none of them looked friendly. The machine descended a large thick rubber plug entered the rear of the cage through a hole. It was very long and very thick curved with large ridges. It moved so slowly it entered her pussy then moved deeper and deeper skewering her in place in the cage finally when she thought she could take no more the machine stopped the plug was locked to the back of the cage sandy was left impaled and alone in the dark.
PET HOTEL
Sandy’s sister was going away on a business trip for 8 months she had given her dog to sandy to put into a kennel while she was away. The place was called the pet hotel it boasted that its automatic systems could look after a dog better than any human as they never got tired and would look after each individual animal giving it round the clock attention. There wasn’t a single human being about, but there didn’t need to be Sandy had a card that when input into the system would automatically intake any pet. Sandy came to the intake hatch. She led rover forwards and put the intake card into the slot. The door opened Sandy led rover inside then stepped back the door closed a robotic hand took hold of rovers collar and lead him away.
Sandy turned round, a frustrated man appeared in front of Sandy he was wrestling with an incredibly large dog it had a massive leather muzzle clamped over its jaws. The man pushed a card into the card slot “eight months of automated obedience school for you girl”. Just as the card was in the slot the dog broke free. The dog hit sandy; Sandy was pushed through the door onto her backside. Sandy watched the door close as the man ran off after his dog. Sandy got up and tried the door, it wouldn’t move she tried it again There was a shock the door was now electrified sandy jumped back and crashed on to the floor she looked around the room.
The room was a cage door on one side, there were two walls of plain gray concrete a wide belt made up half the floor and there were a pair of double metal doors forming the far wall, part of the processing area. Sandy stood up and looked around there was machinery on the ceiling. Sandy tuned to face the belt was there some override switch? There was a mechanical whir she felt something push her, sandy came to land painfully on her hands and knees on the belt. She felt the belt lurch into life.
Sandy found herself being whisked swiftly along on the belt towards a pair of double doors they swung silently open the moment her head touched them. Before she could gather her thoughts and leap off the belt the doors had swallowed her she was plunged into darkness.
Sandy kicked out as the doors closed behind her, but they were sealed shut from the inside impossible to open in the opposite direction, they remained stubbornly closed no matter how hard Sandy kicked them. She shouted out for help, for anyone who could hear to come and switch off the machine, but all she could hear now was the whirr and hum of mechanism.
Sandy saw lights flickering over her hunched over form. Beams of light danced over her and somewhere in the distance she could hear a computerised voice speaking.
“Subject breed unidentified: Measuring process complete. Heavy matting of fur detected: Initiating cleaning process”
Sandy didn’t like the sound of that one little bit so she pounded on the door in front of her with her fists and cried out for help again just as loud as her lungs allowed. In the silence that followed her futile attempts she heard that soulless computer voice Again.
“Subject panicking during processing: Initiate restraining process, adapting program”
The four hydraulic arms darted out from the shadows so fast she hardly saw them coming before they closed tightly about her wrists and knees where they met the floor and pulled tight holding Sandy firmly down on all fours just as if She had been a struggling dog. Sandy felt rubber collars within the cuffs inflating about her flesh to make an unforgiving tight grasp about her limbs. For the first time she understood the words she had heard about the kennels marketing when they spoke of the new automatic Induction Processing machine.
She heard more distant mechanical sounds and she did her able best to shout above the noise but to her dismay she heard the flat tones of the inhuman voice again.
“Initiate muzzling process”
An arm dropped down from the ceiling and a dog muzzle was pressed against Sandy’s face. Designed to keep a dog from biting and barking it did absolutely nothing to stop her increasingly panicky cries as she fought with desperation against the hydraulic restraints that had made her limbs their prisoners.
“Subject not responding to muzzling process one adapting program: Initiate process two”
The muzzle was whisked away and as she drew up my lungs for a final shout a thick wide metal ring coated in rubber was suddenly pushed hard between Sandy’s teeth and as she desperately shook her head to spit it out she felt a strap being deftly pulled tight behind her head by yet another unseen mechanical hand her voice was suddenly unintelligible as much a prisoner of the Processing Machine as her limbs.
Sandy watched in mute horror as arms with tiny blades and flails darted into view from the shadows and shone lights that detected her every curve and sinew under her clothes before leaping towards her.
Seconds later Sandy’s clothes were falling off her ample frame in waves as those precision tools danced about her assuming every inch of her clothes was matted and unkempt fur to be removed.
Sandy could feel the tears running down her face as her limbs hopelessly fought the embrace of the Processing Machine’s powerful arms. She watched those tiny tools dancing across her body until all she could see was her bare gleaming flesh.
“Initiate adapted cleansing process”
Jets of hot soapy water hit her from every conceivable angle and moments later they were joined by rough brushes on jointed mechanical arms that scrubbed ever inch of her body and bought a terrible flush to her naked flesh. As they danced across Sandy’s body they scrubbed her treacherous nipples and made them spring to attention. She gasped in frustrated passion as the bristles scrubbed briskly back and forth and Sandy gave a yelp as a strong jet ran its terrible caress across her tight rear entrance at the same moment as a pointed brush thrust itself between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus and rape sandy’s anal virginity there and then.
Sandy was flushed and panting as the waves of warm air drifted over her quivering body in an almost loving caress that bought an almost enjoyable tenderness to her terrifying situation.
“Initiate adaptive Jacket process”
There was a whirring mechanical sound in the distance. It sounded a little like scissors going through fabric then there was a sound like a sowing machine then the machine was silent. The machine laid a garment a costume or suit out on the floor, and then pushed Sandy forwards so she was kneeling over it. Sandy looked at the outfit, and saw it looked a little like the shape of a dog it was made of some sort of tick stretchy black material. The Machines arms closed in around her. Sandy didn’t want to be hurt she didn’t resist. The machine gathered up the suit, and began to dress Sandy in it.
The arms released her for a split second then more arms grabbed her limbs, they made Sandy bend her legs and arms over double, her head was forced down while her ass stuck up in the air. Then the arms began slipping the suit up her folded arms and legs. Sandy was nervous, wondering if she would be able to get out of it, after the machine was done.
As the dressing continued, Sandy grew more nervous. The machine kept making the suit tighter, and tighter around her body her feet were folded in her toes towards her ass her hands were folded back her fingers useless. There were cut outs around her crotch and breasts and a built in hood with an oval for her face. Her breasts hung low bulging out of there tight openings her pussy and ass were exposed and her face was framed in a wide O. Sandy heard a click, as a lock was threaded thru the loops holding the bitch suit closed, the arms retracted.
“Initiate internal cleansing process”
There the machine activated a large enema bag filled with a cleaning solution, and inserted the nozzle into her clenching rosebud. Sandy hated the invasion, and then her face blushed crimson as the liquid entered her bowls. Sandy squeezed her face closed, trying to expel the nozzle, and the liquid, without success.
Finally the nozzle withdrew she expelled the enema and the contents of her bowls. The machine turned on a shower jet, and washed the suit off. Sandy's face was crimson red, but her humiliation wasn't over yet. A strong jet of soapy water ran its terrible caress across her rear entrance at the same moment as a larger pointed brush thrust itself between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus and rape her again.
The machine activated a larger enema bag filled with a cleaning solution, and inserted the nozzle into her clenching rosebud. Sandy hated the violation, her face blushed crimson and tears streamed down her cheeks as the liquid entered her bowls. Sandy squeezed her face closed, trying to expel the nozzle, and the liquid, without success. The liquid continued to flow until her stomach was distended and bulged. A mechanical arm came forward with a large ribbed tail butt plug, and gently but firmly sealed it inside Sandy’s rosebud locking the enema inside her. Sandy felt part of the suit being wrapped around the base of the plug then she heard a click, as a lock was threaded thru the strap holding base of the plug tight against the bitch suit.
“Initiate adapted collaring Process”
The fight was near all gone from Sandy’s soul as she heard those toneless words and her head dropped as she watched an arm holding a wide brown leather collar with gleaming brass studs advance towards her several bits of chain hung from it. The collar opened Sandy felt it close gently about her throat forcing her to keep her head up, as unseen mechanical fingers pull its buckle tight. Punishingley tight, just like you would if you were applying a collar to a dangerous dog you didn’t trust. Just what the Processing Machine now thought she was. From the collar a length of chain was wrapped snugly round the base of her right breast a second length of chain encircled her left breast both were pulled taunt. Sandy bit down hard on her gag as a pair of nipple clamps on a length of chain was attached to her aroused nipples. The worst item was a clamp attached to the hood of her clitoris. A length of chain was attached to the collar it began to become taunt instantly the chains attached to it also became taunt. Sandy felt the pull on her clit and her nipple’s and round the base of her breasts she began to move forwards obediently.
The door in front of her swung silently open and for a brief moment she could smell static in the air. The cattle prod touched her arse she wasn’t moving fast enough for the machine. Sandy leapt forwards with a squeal as best she could and found herself trotting down a steeply sloping ramp there were pads in the suit under her elbows and knees making it a little easier.
Moments later Sandy found herself looking out from behind a steel grid. She was being led into a cage mounted on one wall at just the height of the ring gag was a large rubber plug the chain was getting shorter forcing her head towards it. The plug got closer and closer until the tip hit the ring gag then in it went further and further. Finally when sandy thought she would choke her face was pushed all the was up against the front of the cage and she was helplessly muted. A distant part of her registered the back of the cage closing behind her with a clatter the grill pushing hard up against her ass cheeks.
Sandy took in her surroundings silently, the big rubber coated ring wedged between her teeth the horrible plug stretching her jaw. She tried to move of the plug. She tried to move up but quickly felt more steel bares pressing into her back. She tried to turn left and right, but the cage was too narrow, the quick examination soon told Sandy that the gag wasn’t coming out of her mouth anytime soon. Sandy heard a whir and looked up and gave as loud a yelp as she could manage. There was a cluster of mechanical arms above the cage none of them looked friendly. The machine descended a large thick rubber plug entered the rear of the cage through a hole. It was very long and very thick curved with large ridges. It moved so slowly it entered her pussy then moved deeper and deeper skewering her in place in the cage finally when she thought she could take no more the machine stopped the plug was locked to the back of the cage sandy was left impaled and alone in the dark.
LeathMstrr
Sep 19, 2012, 2:31:38 AM9/19/12
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wow.... I like so far.... please do keep up the great work
LM
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