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From: an115679@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 21 Aug 1994 07:49:40 UTC
Subject: Erin (b/d, pedo, best, etc.)

			     Erin's Story
			     Chapter One
			      The Setup

	"Daddy, you know what they have at the pet store at the mall?
They have one of those Zuss Dobermans, you know, the ones that are so
smart that they just about train themselves? Could we go over and take
a look at it? Maybe bring it home? Please?"

	"Erin! Those dogs are over $3,000 each. I will not spend that
much money on any animal, period. End of discussion." "But... " "I
said end of discussion."

	"Hurry up Erin! I have to leave and be there by 7:45." Erin's
mother called. "Just a minute." This was a special day for Erin. She
would visit her mother at the high school where she worked as part of
the "take your daughter to work" day. In fifth grade, she had about as
much plan of becoming a school teacher as she had of going to the
moon. but what the hell. It was a day out of school. She would work
on her father about that dog after school.

	[scene change]

	"Transport teams in position" "emitter units primed and ready"
"nullifier injected" "Primary team ready to roll in at 13:00"

			     Chapter Two
			     The Capture

	They came here to pull off the biggest job they had ever done.
They planned to do it under the cover of broad daylight. They had been
planning this for months. The special gas that would make people
"suggestible", the specially designed shipping containers. It was all
due to come together in ten minutes.

	Right on time at 12:00, the gas emitters engaged and spread a
minimal quantity of the new neuro-depressant around the school
building. The effect was not noticeable at first. After lunch, all the
students were in the gymnasium for a pep-assembly for the home- coming
game that weekend. At 12:45, nine people entered the school. They
entered the school office. When asked by the secretary what she could
do for them, they requested that she ask all the people in the office
to come to the front. When all were assembled, they were told that no
matter what they should see or hear, that it was all normal, and they
should just go on about their normal business routines and forget that
they were ever there. Due to the gas, they returned to their work and
never gave anything else a second thought.

	At 12:55 they began a canvas of the rest of the class rooms.
Any teachers that were there were told to ignore everything else. At
exactly 13:00, two things happened. They entered the gym, and at the
same time, two semi trucks with trailers entered the school parking
lot. The first parked in the lot, the second positioned itself between
the school maintenance garage and the building proper.

	"Good afternoon students! Today I am here to help you
celebrate you home-coming game. We have a special show for just the
women here. Would all girls and women under thirty please follow Mr.
Smith over there outside. He will give you instructions as soon as you
are outside. Please proceed out in an orderly fashion."

	Erin had been watching the football team get fired up from the
speeches. When the men had come in, she just assumed it was part of
the show. They sounded so sincere. When told to follow Mr. Smith, she
went right along. Out the gym. Out the back of te school. Out to
where a big truck was parked. There were men there helping girls up
and into the two big boxes on the trailer.

	Her time came, and she was lifted up and in. Strong hands
pulled her through the two sets of drapes in the door, so she could
not see inside. One of the men told here not to say anything. It was a
surprise for the rest of the students that were still outside. They
walked her about midway back in the trailer. They told her that they
would like her to take off her jeans and underwear. Not wanting to
disappoint them, and after they assured her that she would get them
back, she did so. They then set her up into a frame. There was a wedge
snapped piece of metal that came up between her legs. They adjusted
her feet supports so she was just touching this metal. The wedge was
curved up in back, and it held her butt apart. When she looked down,
she noted that it was hollow. She noticed that right next to her was
another girl in exactly the same position. The other girl had her arms
above here body and out to the sides. Erin was told to put her arms
down under the other girl's arm. she found the pegs that rested on
each side of her arms when they were held in that position. Three more
girls were placed in the frame in the same style. They were then told
to just stand quiet and they would be out in a little while. The next
thing Erin knew, another frame section came down in front of her, and
she could not move. "Oh well", she thought, "they said I would be out
in a little while." She heard them continue to move frames around
inside the box. She hoped that they would hurry. It was getting kind
of hot in here. When she felt the lurch, she was too tired to even
care.

	"Transport team 1, move out. Transport team 2, move in. Four
hundred twenty head initial count. Proceed as planned." The semi
pulled out of the lot. They would switch tractors at a local truck
stop. This tractor would go on to make a delivery of two containers to
a computer reseller in northern California. The replacement truck
would go on its way to the coast with its "unique" cargo. The same
procedure would be followed by transport team 2 at a different truck
stop.

	At the coast, cranes unloaded the twenty foot containers from
the trailers and loaded them onto a pair of small hydro-foil type
ships - the only way to get to their final destination.

			    Chapter Three
			     Examination

	"Supply run 523 to Mobius base. three miles out and closing.
Have a cargo of fruit that must be unloaded immediately!" "Roger.
Will have crew waiting."

	On docking, they containers were removed and taken to a dock
facility. Each girl was removed from the frame, still unconscious.
All were cleaned up after relieving themselves into the waste catchers
(the metal wedges in between their legs in case you missed that) and
their original clothing was replaced. They were then taken inside a
large auditorium with "pens" in the center. These pens however, had
three eight foot walls and were open to the front. A metal collar was
placed around Erin's neck and she was chained to the floor at the back
of the stall. There was a hole in the floor where she could relieve
herself. She was then left to sleep the rest of the gas off.

	Erin's first thought was that she had a horrible nightmare.
One in which she went willingly with men who were trying to kidnap a
whole school. She didn't remember her bed being this prickly however.
She was waking up pretty fast at this point. The first thing she
noticed was that she was sleeping on straw. The second thing she
noticed was the collar around her neck. She tried to cry out, but the
gas had a side-effect (due to long term high concentration exposure)
of paralyzing her vocal chords for another 24 hours. As she looked
around, she could see across from her another set of stalls with other
girls in them. She could do nothing but sit there and wait for
whatever.

	[Erin's perspective]

	A horn went off later. As I looked around, the walls of the
stall seemed to be moving. Sure enough, they were going down into the
floor. Soon I could see all the girls that were in all the stalls. I
had been to the state fair once back when I lived in Illinois. These
stalls were set up like the livestock barn there was. Stalls back to
back. I think there must have been 1000 girls in this area. A man got
up on the center and said, "Hello ladies. You are here because on this
island we buy and sell slaves. We are an independent country, and we
are surrounded by reefs that would destroy any normal ship that
attempted to land. We have no air-based transport. In effect you will
be here for the rest of your lives. It can be an enjoyable time if you
cooperate. If not, we will make you do what we wish. The auction to
sell you will begin tomorrow. Right now, we are going to begin to do
gynecological examinations on all of you. We will be coming around to
all of you eventually."

	I watched as they took girls out the doors. One tried to run.
They hit her with some sort of cattle prods. I have never heard a
scream like the one she let out. When my turn came, I went right with
them. I didn't want to give them an excuse to prod me. Five of us went
into a large doctor's office. They told me to take off all my clothes
and get up on the table. When I was up on the table, they took my arms
and tied them above my head. They then put straps over my body. After
that, they tied my feet up in a set of metal braces, stirrups the girl
next to me called them. The then pushed the stirrups way back so that
I was totally exposed to them.

	Several male nurses came in. One swabbed something on my arm
just under my armpit. They then drew a blood sample. They drew
curtains so that I could not see the faces of the girls next to me,
but I could still see their legs. I heard the doctor asking the girl
farthest from me some questions about sex, her period, etc. Even
though I was young, my mother had talked to me about "the birds and
the bees" and other things about being a woman. The doctor worked his
way down to me. When he got to me, one of the nurses gave him a print
out.

	"Well, young lady. How are you feeling?"

	"I want to go home."

	"Unfortunately, that is not an option. I assume by your age
that you have never had sex before, right?"

	"Never."

	"Well, don't worry, I would think that it will be a few years
yet before you do. I am just going to give you a cursory exam. It
might be a little uncomfortable, and embarrassing, but it will pass.
While I am doing this, Jim here is going to make a small incision and
insert a coded micro-chip in your upper arm. We will then tattoo your
arm with a number."

	One of the nurses came up to where they had swabbed my arm
earlier. He told me to look away. It would be easier that way. I felt
the doctor moving the folds of my crack around. He put his fingers up
inside of me and pulled a little. It hurt somewhat, but was not too
bad. By the time I realized that he was done, the nurse was stitching
me up. They then put a new collar on me. This one was round, and had
no sharp edges. It was much more comfortable than the first one.
However, I could not see any way to take it off. The last thing that
they did was to give me an injection. When they had finished with all
the girls, they let me down, gave me back my clothes, and we went back
to the stalls.

			     Chapter Four
		     The Auction and the G.E.B.P.

	Early the next morning, people began to show up and look us
over. I could see that each stall had a sheet of paper next to it. I
assumed that it was the results of the exam yesterday. I seemed to be
getting a lot of interest, which bothered me. Later the walls of the
stalls dropped, and the auction began. I was in the set of stalls that
were up first. Some of the girls screamed. Some cried. Some just stood
there. All were bid on and sold to the highest bidder. My turn came. I
was led up on the platform. The auctioneer said things about "P2
stage", and "inoculated" and "maturity in eighteen to twenty-four
months". The bidding began. "SOLD to the man from the Genetic
Experimental Breeding Program" and the gavel fell and I was sold to a
man for eighty thousand. I must have been worth a lot, because most of
the others had gone for eighteen to twenty-five thousand.

	The man (he told me his name was Chris) took me almost
immediately. I didn't even get to see them get to the second set of
stalls. Chris told me that I was to be his personal house servant
during the night, and assistant at his work during the day.

	"Have you ever seen the new breeds of dogs that are super
smart? I developed the breed. Every one that is sold in the United
States is born here. We can't keep up with the demand, so we had to
expand our production capacity. You will help in taking care of them."

	I couldn't believe my ears. Of all the jobs I could have
gotten on the miserable island, at least I would be doing something I
liked. We arrived at his work. He showed me all the major areas. He
told me that my new collar had a shock prod it, so that if I ever
tried to leave this building, or I tried to go more than 2000 feet
away from him outside this building, I would fall over in pain. We
went into the nursery where the puppies were playing. They were so
cute. He showed me where the male adults were kept. He showed me the
pens where the pregnant females were kept. Then he told me that the
first batch of the new breeders were here. I was to bring three males
to room 115.

	When I walked in, I was looking for dogs. Instead, I saw ten
of the girls from the high school. They were stripped naked and locked
in a set of steel stocks. The dogs immediately went to the back of the
stocks and mounted the first three available girls. The girls screamed
in disgust and pain as the dogs began to hump in earnest. I thought it
was sick, but at the same time, I was excited by it. Chris told me
that the first several times, they always had to lock the breeders in
the stocks. After that, however, they usually would do it normally. I
watched as one of the dogs did something different. He turned around
so his tail was up against the female. Chris told me to go over and
take a look. The dog's penis was still in the girl's vagina. The dog
seemed to be pulling, but the penis looked like it was stuck. Chris
told me that when a dog ejaculates, he gets a swelling at the base of
his penis. This locks him into the female. The Zuss males take almost
an hour to go down. During this time, they will continue to pull like
that. It is painful for the female. That is why most prefer to do it
naturally. Then at least they can move back to reduce the pain. He
told me that sometimes, when a breeder is not being good, the Zuss
will "raise his sights a little" and go up the ass. I shuddered to
think about what it would be like to have that huge thing up my little
ass.

	Over the course of the next four hours, all the breeders were
bred. Two even seemed to enjoy it after seeing that there was nothing
that they could do to get out of it. After that, we went home. His own
male Zuss met us at the front door. I was told to fix him dinner and
feed King. He would be back after a shower. I started some hamburgers
on the stove, and then played with King for a while. We had dinner,
and then he told me I had better get to bed. In the morning, I was to
get up early enough to eat breakfast for myself. and fix one for him.
Then while he was eating, I was to make his bed, and prepare myself to
go to work with him. He had a separate bedroom for me and everything.

	The next morning, I heard the alarm go off. I didn't want to
get up just at that moment, but in the next minute, I jumped out of
bed. I had been given a shock by my collar. I began to fix breakfast
for both of us. When he came down, he said thank you, and ate. I made
his bed, changed clothes, (he had a closet full of clothes about my
size), and met him at the front door.

	As we were riding to work, I asked him about the Zuss breeds,
and how they came about. He explained that the Zuss males were the
result of a genetic experiment between human males and dogs. The
genetic structure of the Zuss is such that when the DNA splits, half
is capable of impregnating a human zygote, the other half can do a
normal canine zygote. The alterations to the genetic structure were
done through the use of micro-machines that could re-code DNA in any
sequence wanted. I figured that he must be right, since the results
seemed to work.

	When we arrived, a nurse said that one of the H-Bs (Human
breeders) was in labor, and did he want to assist? He said to take me
and show me how it was done. As we came into the operating room, I
could see an H-B on the table, much like I had been the day before.
Her legs spread out as wide as they could go. She seemed to be in
pain, and she was covered in perspiration. The doctor was telling her
to keep pushing. As I watched, a head popped out of here vagina. One
more push, and the whole body of a new seven pound Zuss St. Bernard
was out. The nurse explained to me that in a H-B, the normal gestation
cycle was followed (nine months) so the Zuss came out much bigger and
more developed. On the other hand, the Z-Bs (Zuss Breeders) followed a
much shorter gestation cycle of three months. They came out much
smaller, and need more care, but a Z-B produced five to eight pups,
while a H-B produced one or on occasion two pups. The only problem is
that they only had six Z-Bs. She also told me that I would see her up
on that table in about six months. The Zuss was now nursing at the
breast of the H-B. I was told that they would be together for the next
two days. After that, the Zuss would go into the nursery, and the H-B
would go to the milk production section. She and others would be
milked four times a day to feed all the pups in he nursery.

			     Chapter Five
			     The Waiting

	This was my basic daily routine for the next six months. I
assisted in the milking, the feeding, etc. I was present for the
delivery of one of the Z-Bs. That was a lot different from an H-B
delivery. She just kind of lay on her side. The doctor just stood
there stroking her head. Every so often, she would give out a little
yelp, and another pup would pop out. She took care of the pups for
over two months. I had to start feeding her a lot extra. I found out
that the owners of the H-B's would bring them in to be bred when their
chip implant said that they were in heat. After that they would be
taken home again. We would see them once in a while for a checkup.
The owner of the breeder would receive one half of the sale price of
all the pups.

	One day, my life took a change. I was not feeling good, so
Chris let me stay home. That afternoon, I was feeling better. I got up
and fixed myself some lunch. I was wearing nothing but a bathrobe.
When I turned around, King was standing there. I thought about how the
H-B's that had some experience seemed to enjoy what they were doing. I
figured, what the hell. No one is going to be home until 7:00, let's
see what happens.

	I took King up to my room and closed the door. I took off my
robe and began playing with his cock. I then turned around and got on
all fours like I had seen the H-Bs do at work. King came up behind me,
but rather than jump up and roughly mount me, he started licking me.
It felt so good as he licked me from end to end. I felt him push his
tongue in my ass, and lick me all over. He hopped up on my back and
locked his paws around my waist. I felt him start to poke into my
vagina, but then he withdrew. I looked back, only to see him aiming
higher. I tried to stop him, but he slammed home up my little ass. I
yelled in pain. I tried to shake him off, but he took my neck in his
mouth and started squeezing. I felt him battering my ass hard. I tried
to pull away when I felt the knot try to enter, but he growled and
pulled me. It was in, but he still wasn't stopping. As it swelled, it
became more painful. Finally, he stopped. He turned around tail to me,
and we just stayed there. I was stuck, and knew that it would be at
least an hour before I got away. I just started crying. I guess that
he hadn't been bred in a long time, because it took over three hours
for him to deflate. I went to the bathroom to try to shit out some of
his sperm. However, not much came out. I then took a shower and went
back to bed.

	Chris arrived home and came in to check on me. He asked me how
I was feeling. I said I still had a fever, and I was not feeling very
good. He asked me if anything had happened today. I was sure he knew,
but I wasn't going to tell him. I said, "no, nothing. Just King and I
here today." The next morning, I was still running a fever, but I felt
much better. King greeted me just like nothing had happened. I
decided not to try anything like that again for a long time. I started
going back to work the next day. My fever never did seem to go down
much, but I didn't worry about it much. I was functioning OK, and it
didn't seem to be affecting my work.

	Nine months later, the first of the new H-B's start to
deliver. If I live to be 100, I will never forget the look of abject
terror when she pushed that dog out of her womb. Then to be forced to
allow it to nurse at her breast was one of the most erotic sights I
had ever seen. She apparently thought she was having her owner's baby.
That provided me with enough stimulation to finger myself at night for
the next three weeks.

			     Chapter Six
			  The Transformation

	After about twelve months, I noticed something strange when I
was in the shower. I was starting to grow hair. Not just around my
vagina, but all over my body. My joints had been stiff for a couple of
months, but I assumed that was from the fever that I never seemed to
lose. I asked Chris about it. He looked me in the eye and asked me if
I had something to tell him about King. I started to tell him a story
of how I had tripped when I was sick, and King had mounted me, and all
the rest. I never got more than to where King forced himself on me
when Chris slapped me. He said, "now, tell me the truth." The whole
story came out then. How I had offered myself to him. How he had tied
with me up my ass. How we were together for three hours. Everything!

	Chris then sat me down and told me what happened. He explained
that when I had undergone my examination, the injection that they gave
me consisted of a standard series of shots for disease, and a large
dose of the micro-machines he developed. These machines were to do two
things. They were to multiply first. They were small enough to
penetrate cell membranes. When they were exposed to the proper
reproductive cells of any canine species, they would map out the
segments of the DNA that they wanted to use, and began re-sequencing
the host bodies DNA. He explained that the re-sequencing could only be
done on a pre-pubescent individual. The first sign that it was
occurring was in the skin cells. They were already in their final
location. The normal growth spurt in puberty is caused by the body
excreting enzymes and hormones. During this time, if a normal child
cuts off the tip of their finger, or some other such accident, it will
grow back naturally. Those hormones would cause my body to re-
configure, and basically grow itself into what my DNA said I should
be. A Zuss female. He explained that he assumed that I would look much
like King. While I would look like his daughter, there would be no
problem with my being bred with him. All of the sudden, it hit me. I
was going to be turned into a dog. He gave me a pill and told me to go
to bed. We would talk more about it in the morning.

	Over the next two weeks, I was in a state of denial. My fur
was growing thicker every day. Chris would not let me shave it. He
said it looked pretty on me. I thought that my face seemed a little
longer, but I couldn't be sure. My chest and joints were sore almost
all the time now. I also had a little stub of a tail. One morning as I
was getting out of bed, I thought "I used to be able to touch the
floor when sitting on the bed." I went and measured myself with a
tape. During my "growth" stage, my legs had shrunk by four inches. I
had given up wearing any clothes. It was so hot with my fur, and my
twelve inch tail got in the way all the time.

	Six months after I began my transformation, I started walking
on all fours. I could not seem to balance well enough on my rear feet
to walk on two legs. My nose looked like it went a mile out from my
face. I now ate out of a bowl next to King since I could not hold a
fork or knife. I did notice some things I had never noticed before. I
could smell where Chris had been. If another dog was in the
neighborhood, I could smell it a mile away. I heard things much
earlier than Chris. I just wasn't sure what to make of it.

			    Chapter Seven
			   The Final Stages

	By twelve months, you could not tell that I had ever been
human. I still understood everything Chris said, but if I tried to
talk, I couldn't get the words out. I was left to communicate by
gestures. I still went to work with him every day. He had a backpack
made for me so I could deliver messages and items for him. Today
however we went to the nurse's office where I always got my check-ups.
She gave me a shot. I started to feel sleepy. Just before I fell
asleep, he said it was time to make me in to a proper Doberman.

	When I woke up, I felt like my tail was on fire. The only
thing that hurt more were my ears. Suddenly I remembered where I had
been, and the last thing I had heard. Even before I could get to the
mirror, I knew what had been done. They had cropped my tail and ears.
I now had two wooden sticks in my ear canals holding my ears up. My
beautiful tail was now just a four inch long stub. It wasn't enough to
change me into a dog. Now he had to deface my body. I just crawled
back into my box and cried myself back to sleep.

	Chris came in later. He explained that he had no choice. If he
didn't do my ears, I would be subject to ear infections for the rest
of my life. He also explained that I would be able to hear better
also. I looked at my tail. He looked kind of uncomfortable at that. He
said that as long as I had been under, the doctor had done a complete
Doberman job on me. He said he forgot to tell them to leave the tail.
He said it was time to replace the dressing on me ears. It hurt like
hell when he took the tape off, but after he put the cream on the
cuts, it felt much better. He put the sticks back in and taped them up
again. I decided that what is done is done. If I am going to have to
live like this, I might as well look the best that I could. I was
still the largest Doberman that I had ever seen. I probably out-
weighed King by a good 25 pounds. On the scale, I was 118 pounds of
pure muscle. I took to running the fields. I enjoyed the freedom
(within the two mile limit of my collar to the transmitter in the
house) of being able to run with the wind. I could outrun King almost
all the time.

	Over the next two weeks, we went back to the doctor twice.
Both times, he put me out. When I woke up, my ears always hurt, but
they seemed to stay straighter after every visit. At the end of three
weeks, my cuts were healed, and Chris took out the sticks for the last
time. It was amazing. I could hear things that I had never thought of
before. If I heard a sound behind me, I learned to swivel my ear back
to catch more of it. I still didn't like the fact that he didn't tell
me what he was doing, but I did like the results.

			    Chapter Eight
			      Growing Up

	I knew that it would not be long before I came into heat. I
was kind of scared, because I knew that I was going to have babies. I
had always liked babies, but to have six or more at one time... One
morning, I felt - different - I couldn't put my paw on it, but I just
felt different. I couldn't seem to concentrate. All through the day, I
had to work to keep my mind on where I was going. I motioned to Chris
that I didn't feel well. He just shrugged his shoulders. That night
when we got home, King came out to meet us. He started licking my ass.
All I knew was that it felt wonderful. Chris said something about
couldn't we wait until we were inside. I managed to pull myself
inside. I just wanted King to keep licking. Once inside, Chris told
King to go to it. In one bound he was up on my back. I was scared, but
excited at the same time. Suddenly he hit home. My world stopped at
that point. All I could do was feel pleasure. It was like every nerve
of my body was firing at one time. I felt a little snap of pain, and
then even more pleasure. When I finally came down from the sex high, I
noticed that King had tied with me. Given his staying power, I knew we
would be together for a while. Every time I felt him give another
shot, his knot would swell and shrink. Every time it swelled, I got
another twinge of pleasure.

	I managed to get King to lie down with me so we would not have
to stand for three hours. He maneuvered himself back behind me like we
were fucking again. Then he just held me. One thing I did notice was
the "different" feeling was gone. I felt just like my old self. I
guess that the larger size of my hole allowed him to shrink faster
this time. We were only together for an hour and a half. He just all
of a sudden gave a pull, and it came out. He went to clean himself. I
bent back to lick myself (one of the great things about being a dog)
and taste him. Even the taste wasn't half bad.

	That night, I started feeling different again. I wanted to be
fucked again. I realized that the different feeling was what a dog
feels when she is horny. Chris came in my room a little while later.
He said that it was his turn now. He rolled me on my back and started
giving me a good fucking. It felt almost as good as when King was on
me. I liked being able to see and lick his face while we were fucking.
All too soon, however, he finished up and pulled out almost
immediately.

	The next morning, I got up extra early to have a shot at King.
Unfortunately, I was still tied to him when Chris came down. He just
looked at me and said he understood. By the time he was ready to go, I
was out of the tie, and went with him. I was pretty good the rest of
the day, however, when I got home, I needed another fuck bad.

	That was basically my daily schedule for the next week.
Towards the end of the week, I only needed a fuck once a day to get
rid of the horny feeling. By the next week, the only reason I still
fucked was the feelings. It wasn't as intense a feeling fucking out
of heat as it was in heat, but it was still enjoyable. Chris did me
once in a while too. I did notice that I was eating a lot more. My
belly started to get bigger, and my tits started to swell.

	Several weeks later I was at work with Chris when I got this
strange feeling. It was like every muscle my body tensed up. Chris
looked at me and said it was time. He took me to one of the Zuss
delivery rooms. He took time out of his day to be with me during the
birthing process. We sat and he talked while I waited. He told me that
it would be better if I only thought of the pups in terms of numbers
from one to the end. Otherwise I would become attached to them and not
want to give them up. He made it quite clear that not giving them up
was NOT an option. He said I would stay here until the pups were
weaned. He promised to visit me every day. Just then I felt an
unbelievable push and a tearing sensation. I let out a scream, and
there was my first baby. I couldn't believe how much that had hurt.
Chris looked at me and said, "the first one is always the hardest. It
has to stretch the vagina." Easy for him to say, he wasn't the one
down on the damn table. The second one hurt, but not as bad. By number
four, the stretching didn't hurt as bad, but my vagina was just plain
sore. Fortunately number five was the last one. I was young, so I
didn't produce as many eggs. He said my next litter should be six to
eight. I can hardly wait (sarcasm here in case you missed it).

	Over the next six weeks, I fed the pups every hour on the
hour. It wasn't too bad when they were little. However, when they
started getting teeth, it hurt. I found that all of my weight I had
gained (over and above the pups) while I was pregnant was lost as I
tried to keep my five little monsters fed. By the end of six weeks,
they were eating solid food, and running me ragged. One day, Chris
came in and said it was time. I looked at him, and looked at the pups.
My instinct was to growl and protect my brood. I knew that it would be
pointless though. I walked out of the room. I never saw them again
that I know of.

			       The End

	Well, there you have it. My story from start to first litter.
Chris set me up with a machine that allows me to type on a computer, so
I can do additional work for him. Do I wish I had never been kidnapped?
Of course. Have I accepted my lot in life? for the most part. Is there
more to come? I hope so. I heard Chris mention something about a whole
town infected with his micro-machines...