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Subject: {ASSM} Pooch's Freedom
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Pooch's story hasn't been written on in some time. i
happened to have been given her story by a Dominant.
Probably to gauge my reactions, for limits. Regardless
i then shared it with a few bdsm friends of mine, to
get their reactions. i knew what mine was. We all
agreed, Dominant as well as submissive the girl needed
to be rescued. So ... this is her story. With all
due acknowledgment to the creator of the character's.
yushis@email.com
Pooch's Freedom
Pooch woke with a start, the playroom was filled with
the hushed exit of the guests. Most of whom had spent
their lust on watching Marla tear apart Pooch's udders.
Pooch faded in and out of suffocating blackness until
everything faded away into a deep warm softness.
Some time later, she wasn't sure how long it had been
her eyes felt the warmth of light on them. her eyelids
were sticky with dried tears and it took much effort
to open them. She didn't even think to use her hands,
she figured they would be bound anyway. Her eyes felt
like sandpaper, her thirst so intense it actually hurt
her throat. She felt weak and nauseous.
Voices filtered into her and the first thing she noticed
was soft yellow walls around her. This wasn't the
infirmary, and it wasn't the pit. Pooch tried to think
and she found her head was aching so badly, that she
gave up on thought. She saw an unknown face approach
her, before sinking back into the still blackness again.
Again soft voices and touches brought her up out of the
darkness. Her whole body shivered as she felt cold
metal pressed against her arm. She tried hard not to
struggle, and automatic smile popping onto her hazy
expression. All she knew was that she didn't want to
be beaten anymore.
"Hello Miss" the voice said, a soft woman's voice. Pooch
thought to herself "who is Miss? oh, god, Marla is
here?"... Pooch automatically cringed, ready for a blow
or a scream in the ear. Nothing came. "Miss?" Pooch
started crying, so afraid that she was going to be hurt
she tried to stay still, tried to behave. "Pooch will
be good, she promises" came her cracked and broken
voice. Words slurred by sobs, her body shaking. Pooch
felt her bladder release. She was so scared, of this
unknown voice.
Pooch struggled to get her eyes, open. Assaulted by
the same tranquil yellow as before, she looked around
and saw lights above her, machines. As she awoke, she
felt some short tubes poking into her nose, and realised
she had to be in the hospital. She looked down at her
self, so afraid she would see the gigantic balloons that
Marla had promised would be Pooch's udders. She saw
her body outlined under the pale yellow blanket, and
running from her rail thin body up and up until finally
noticing that her breasts were actually smaller than
before. More normal. Bigger than her original 36c
but not a freak. "I'm not a freak" Pooch thought,
forgetting for a moment she was soaking in her own fear
induced piss.
Pooch cried and looked at the woman standing next to the
bed. "Pooch has messed herself" She said and cried
softly. She thought that the woman had to be a friend
of Dr. Steve or Marla. Pooch knew she would be punished
for messing the pretty bed. The woman looked at Pooch
and softly replied "I'll see to it Miss, you lie back
now." The nurse called in another to help her and
together they cleaned Pooch's mess, and changed her
sheets. Pooch felt such deep self-revulsion, she curled
into a ball to avoid their gazes and touches. All she
could think about was how Marla would punish her for
what she had done.
The second woman retreated and the first one turned to
Pooch and asked her if she was hungry or thirsty. Pooch
didn't know how to reply. She just stared at the woman
waiting for the blows to start. The woman nodded softly
and departed the room, adding to Pooch's confusion and
fear. She was left alone for a little while, awake now.
The stillness of the hospital was inducing a fear unlike
any other Pooch had felt.
Where was Marla? Ed? Why was she not bound. Pooch's
hand slid up her body, she felt herself bandaged in
places, her breasts filled with a dull raw ache under
reams of bandages, wound around her chest supporting her
breast. Pooch looked at her hands, the fingernails,
though cracked and damaged, were no longer black from
her own filth. Finally Pooch touched her throat, and
found it bare. The red collar with the rhinestones
declaring her to be a toilet slave were gone. Pooch
surmised that it was removed by the Dr. Perhaps to
ready her udders for the surgery to make her into the
freak Marla had trained her to be.
The gentle voiced woman came in, and set a tray down
in front of Pooch. "Miss, this is your lunch from
earlier. I saved it in case you woke. Please try and
eat a bit. The Doctor will be in to talk to you in
a little while." Pooch's face lost all colour. Drained.
of blood, fear deeper than she had expected. She knew
it would be Dr. Steve and with him, most likely Marla.
"I'll sit with you if you like, Miss." the woman said
and pulled up a chair, high enough to be level with
Pooch. Pooch didn't reply, she knew better too. This
woman could do whatever she wanted, Pooch didn't care.
It wasn't her right to care. The woman leaned in and
lifted the covers of the tray. She revealed some still
warm tomato soup, some applesauce, some half crushed
peaches and some milk. Pooch stared at it. There had
to be some sort of joke. "Please eat Miss..." the
woman said. Pooch did what she was told. Lifting the
spoon was a Herculean effort and she ended, by setting
it down and lifting the bowl to her lips. The soup was
cool enough, it didn't burn her mouth and warm enough
to offer some delicious flavour to a mouth used to the
taste of shit.
Pooch ate her meal, her stomach giving up a bit of grief.
More out of fear than anything else. Pooch stared
straight ahead as she ate in silence. The soft voiced
woman watched her eat in an almost mechanical fashion.
"I'm jenny by the way, Miss. We don't know your name.
Could you tell me your name?" Pooch thought wildly for
a moment. Name? "Pooch" she replied softly. She didn't
remember any other name, or any other person than who
she was now. Jenny knew the name that had been on the
collar. It was the buzz of the hospital for weeks now.
Just as her patient was, when she was brought to their
attention. Jenny pushed a smile onto her face to try
and comfort this poor woman. Pooch wouldn't even look
her in the eyes, Jenny stood to remove the now empty
tray and as she left, wondered who this woman really
was.
Pooch lay back in the bed, the taste of the food still
on her lips and tongue. She looked at the creamy ceiling
and tears slid down the corner of her eyes. She found
she couldn't stop shaking. Her trembles continued well
into her sleep as she again was overwhelmed by her own
exhaustion.
"Well well well, who do we have here?" a jovial male
voice seemed to boom in Pooch's ears. She awoke with
a start and sat straight up in bed, so fast the man
took a step back for fear that Pooch might lash out at
him. "Miss....? I'm afraid we have you listed as a
Jane Doe, dear... can you tell me your name?" He asked
his voice gentle this time. Pooch stared at his shirt
too afraid to meet his eyes. She felt angry. She told
jenny whom she was. Certainly Jenny would have told
all of them. Marla would have, just to humiliate her.
"Pooch" was all she could get out. She didn't know why
they were asking these questions. Surely these people
knew she was a toilet slave? The man pulled up the same
tallish chair and sat in it facing Pooch. He looked
at this middle aged woman and thought about the first
time he saw her. Naked, wearing a disgusting collar,
flesh wrenched from her body, and his peer, a formerly
well respected surgeon about to make this woman go
through a horrifyingly grotesque surgical enhancement
of her breasts.
Dr. Steven Mitchell was now behind bars, with many of
the town's well off and well to do financial and legal
leaders. The scandal was still rocking the state and
in fact the country. One mistake on the surgical roster
brought the whole slave ring crashing around all their
ears.
He looked at Pooch again. They had kept her sedated for
days, repairing her rent tissues, and strained tendons.
The woman also had been poisoned with insect venom.
All her blood tests were not in, but she did indeed
suffer from malnutrition and neglect. Severe abuse to
her urethra and rectum had also been found and were
being dealt with. The woman would need so much surgery
to just reconstruct her, he thought that alone should
convict the people involved in this.
"I have some things to tell you Miss," he said. He was
trying very hard to keep an even voice. He pushed the
visions of horror out of his head and flipped to his
notes on his clipboard. He made a list of everything
he wanted to tell Jane Doe. He started at the top, a
pencil shaking in his hand to mark off what they
discussed. "Miss, first, do you remember your name? We
may be able to bring in another kind of doctor a
psychologist, who will talk with you also if you want.
But we'd sure like to know who you are?" His eyes took
on a look of silent pleading. Something Pooch was
entirely not used too.
She looked at him for a long time and just shook her
head and tried hard not to cry. She couldn't tell him
what she couldn't even begin to remember. The
punishment for saying that name would be death. In
no uncertain terms. He had to understand, didn't he?
The doctor sighed and went to the next topic. "We have
repaired most of the damage that you were suffering
from Miss. It will take some time to heal, and you
may notice some painful urination, and bowel movements."
Pooch thought the man had lost it. Slaves don't
urinate, they piss out of a hole. She looked at him
for a moment, eyes on his chest. She started to say
something to correct him, then thought better of it.
"why bother, he'll punish me for telling him I have
holes, not a body" She leaned back into the bed and
sighed. She wondered when Marla would come and get
her, take her to the healing machine. She still hadn't
registered her own situation.
"Miss, we've done what we can to repair you, can you
tell us anything about your diet or if you have eaten?
Your weight is down, and you have high levels of toxins
in your blood." Pooch stared at his chest now. He
was going to make her say what she was, Pooch started
to cry and sob. She barely got her answer out, and
his reaction was overwhelming. "Pooch is a toilet
slave" she whispered in a voice so utterly defeated,
the doctor was moved to tears. He knew instantly the
cause of her unbalanced blood work and breaking all
protocol, went to this broken, trampled woman and he
held her. Pooch went stiff in his arms, a reaction of
such ingrained fear, that the doctor couldn't help
himself and softly wept for her.
He finally managed to find his voice, and pulling away
still holding her so gently by her rail thin shoulders
looked into her eyes and said "Not any longer, Miss.
Never again." The words hit Pooch, almost bounced off
in disbelief and then slowly started to sink into her
poor abused mind. She felt like she would sink into
the bed, swallowed by it. Her body relaxed so completely.
He sat back in the chair and they both needed a moment
of silence. He rubbed his glasses furiously, and Pooch
stared at he ceiling, wondering what all of this meant
and what would become of her.
"Where is M-Marla and Ed?" She finally got out. She
didn't know if the doctor knew, but she was afraid that
they would come and take her back. Marla had power and
Ed had money. Surely bribes could be made. Pooch had
no idea her safety had been now and forever secured by
the media's eyes on her every move. No one would ever
do anything to her again. Every news agency in the
world basically had her under their own brand of security.
The security of constant observation and truth.
"The police and DA will be in to talk with you I think
tomorrow, Miss. You still need to recover, and rest
as much as possible. We've gone through enough today."
He smiled at Pooch and looked at his list, he decided
to help ease her troubles by skipping over the possible
threat of hepatitis, to the fact all her medical bills
were being funded by charities springing up in her name
all over the world. People from every walk of life had
heard her story, all over the globe. People responded
in droves to do whatever they could to help this poor
woman.
Pooch lay back to rest after hearing about this. People
helping her? Charities? She cried softly. She didn't
believe it. Why would someone help her pathetic ass?
The doctor retreated and Jenny came in again. Her
smile as shy and sweet as Pooch had ever seen. Pooch
lay there thinking what could her life mean now without
Marla and Ed? She wondered where they were. Jenny
sat in the visitor's chair and produced a magazine from
the deep pockets of her uniform. "Would you like to
look at this, Miss? Or maybe I could read to you?"
Pooch looked away, and just nodded silently. Jenny was
not sure which question Pooch answered. Pooch didn't
either. She just agreed, her responses still those of
an automaton.
Weeks went by, the police and DA came many times and
talked to Pooch about her experiences. Callous men and
women listened to the facts first hand. Hundreds of
hours of tapes were poured over and turned into text
for juries and judges to read. Pooch slowly healed.
Her incontinence almost under control, her rectum healed
to a point where she could take care of herself with
normal effort. Pooch first went for rides around the
top floor of the building. Now she and Jenny, her
almost constant companion walked the halls together.
Slowly, Pooch’s feet and body unused to the simple
act of walking normally. Pooch's strength grew, and
she started looking like she did years ago. A vibrancy
from good health crept over her.
Pooch had daily visits with a team of counselors and
psychiatrists. Her shattered ego was nurtured by the
best doctors who pro-bono'd their services to the broken
women discovered and liberated from the ring of slavery.
There were more women than people though possible to
hide. Missing Person's agencies from around the world
came to fingerprint and hopefully identify women missing
from friends and families for years.
Pooch had started watching television and reading the
newspapers in the waiting rooms on her walks. She knew
that Ed and Marla had been convicted of capitol crimes.
The death of at least 4 women, and conspiracy to commit
murder. Attempted murder against the twins blackie and
blondie as well as Pooch herself... still referred to
as Jane Doe. So many people's lives ruined, Pooch
thought as she looked at the mug shots of Marla and Ed
in the newspaper, along with a couple dozen faces she
only half recognised from the Party.
Pooch set the paper down and walked back to her room,
she passed the nurses station and smiled at Jenny, who
smiled back, and Pooch found herself thinking for the
first time, about the colour of Jenny's eyes and slowly
realised that she had actually been looking in the
younger woman's eyes!
She fell asleep that night, no longer shaking or afraid.
Marla and Ed were far from her. She was safe.
****** 2 years later *******
She and Jenny went looking for a house. Their love for
one another had grown over her time in the hospital.
Everyone they knew was please. They were so good for
one another, so loving and kind. It had been a long
road of recovery. So many had helped her and the other
women saved from the slave ring. She thought about the
ones who died from time to time, with a note of sadness.
She walked now with pride in herself. Jenny still
worked at the hospital while she went to school, to
pursue a career in counseling others who are trapped in
deadly situations.
She had followed Marla's and Ed's jail life as closely as
possible. In separate prisons, Marla had been killed
after 18 months. In a fight in a gang shower. Her
body was discovered with a the handle of a toilet brush
shoved so far up insider her, that all her internal
organs were perforated, Marla had died on the floor of
the shower, her blood and life draining from her own
rectum. Ed had faired little better contracting TB from
a fellow prisoner who gave the disease to no less that
15 other people before he was found to be infectious.
Ed's aging body could not fight the disease well, and
he was reported to being taken from hospital to prison
many times. She wondered what else he might be going
through and a former shadow of emotion skittered across
her mind before evaporating in the morning sun.
Jenny was up and smiling at her. She hugged the woman
she loved and they both got up to make breakfast. Today
was they day they were getting their mortgage. They
planned on marrying in the spring, under cherry blossomed
trees in front of many many friends. Jenny's family
loved her gentle ways. As she walked into the kitchen
following the love of her life, Jenny turned to her and
smiled "How can I make your eggs today, Caitlin?"
Caitlin smiled at the sound of her name, the hardest
thing to recover, the most intimate part of her soul.
She could hardly care about eggs, hearing that music,
from Jenny's beautiful lips. "Anyway you would like
them, my love" she said, grabbing the surprised Jenny
for a long hug, pulling back eyes brimming. "Any
way at all."
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