Perverts 'R' Us

Commodities

By Loki925 ( f/dog, 1st, D/s )

This is a work of pure fiction and does not resemble anything or anyone in reality, whatever that is.

Somewhere in the vast expanse of the universe:

I don't have a name. I wear an old leather collar. I am eight years old, that's what I was told. I am a female. I am naked in a huge cage, on a strange ship with many other females of my kind. A few of us are not moving, I am not sure, but they could be dead. All I know is what I have been told my entire short life that I am a commodity.

I try to cry, but fail. The cage smells bad, and I smell worse. The cage has no place to poop or piss, so it's piled deep on the floor, hangs from the walls, and is all over me. I was raised in a cage, but at least it had three metal bowls, one for water, one food, and one for pee and poop. The guards are the worse part of being in the huge cage. They speak our language. They are big with hair all over their faces.

Sometimes they take a few of us out of the cage, and many they take do not return. I think they are eating the ones that do not return. I don't want to be eaten, so I stay close to the poop piles. I noticed that they don't take the ones that have lots of poop on them. I guess it's no so bad, at least it's warm in here, and they do feed us twice a day. Eating twice a day was a treat where I was raised.

I see a big poop pile. I make a dash for it and make it. I cover myself in poop, curl up in a ball, close my eyes and try to sleep.

On A Planet:

"Bob! Bob!"

"Joe. Where have you been I haven't seen you in years?"

"Oh, I have been on Reza."

"Reza. Wow! What's it like there? Is it as good as I have heard?"

"Yeah, if you don't have your mate with you."

"Oh. So she…"

"Yep. She demanded to go."

"Yeah, that's a mate alright. Always demanding this or that."

"So Bob, what you are doing in this part of town?"

"I am going to the market."

"The market? You mean she agreed?"

"No way, it's for my son."

"Your son. The last time I saw him, he was no bigger than a whelp."

"You know how they grow."

"Yeah, tell me about it. My two are the core now."

"The core? I am getting old."

"Me too. I just wish I could get rid of mate as easily as my two kids."

"It's that old crap, mate for life law."

"Yeah, you got that right."

"Bob I have time, let's go together. I have an idea that might just work."

"It won't work."

"How do you know? Why don't you hear me out, and if you don't like it you can still say no."

"OK, tell me what you have in mind."

On the same planet:

The ship has landed, I know not where. They herd us out of the huge cage and into cold showers. It's cold, it so very cold! One of the guards is rubbing my skin with a big long brush. I hope the water stops soon.

The guard knocks me down and sweeps me across the wet, slick metal floor into a big bunch of us. We try to stay close to each other, and everyone is really scared. We wait.

It's the guards again.

"Get in line." all the guards shout and slap some of us.

I have no idea what, "line," means, but I do what everyone else is doing. I don't want to be slapped, so I carefully watch the females in front of me. It's my turn.

"Open." I spread my legs as far as I can.

"Virgin." The guard shouts.

The guard points.

I go to where he points and stand there, wondering what a "Virgin" is.

A guard put a leash and muzzle on me. I hear shouts in a tongue I do not know. One by one, the females in front of me are taken out into a strange sunlight.

"You know, that may just work."

"I know it will. Let your son do her a few times and your mate will never know. Trust me, I did it twice."

"With your sons---?"

"Yep, both."

"And your mate never found out?"

"Would I be still standing here if she did?"

"You got a point."

"Good let's get a blond."

"A blond? I don't have the speck for a blond."

"I have an extra wad of speck that my mate has no idea I have."

Joe showed Bob a large wad of speck.

"Wow! How did you keep that much from her?"

"I have my ways."

"Tell me how you did it."

"When we do the blond. I get her first. Then I will tell you."

"You got a deal."

A guard pulls my leash and with my head down low, I follow him into the strange sunlight. I hear the word, "Virgin," again. I am standing on a platform. I look out and see many big things I have never seen before, and they look very creepy. They are looking at me and shout words I do not know. I am very scared and want to scream, but my muzzle stops me.

The shouting stops. A white big thing gives the black thing on the platform something I cannot see. My leash is pulled by the big white thing. I walk behind the white thing following him. A big brown one joins the white one. He looks meaner than the guards. They are talking to each other.

"I can hardly wait to do her." Joe said.

"Me too, but we have to wait." Bob replied.

"Damn! I better go before I can't stop myself."

"OK Joe. See you in one week, then."

"One week."

The mean-looking one leaves. With my head hung low, I follow the white one. I walk on to some shiny, round metal platform. Bright lights hurt my eyes. My head starts to spin and I feel like I am being pulled apart.

Darkness. More bright lights. Where am I? The big white thing pulls my leash hard, choking me. I move, following him. I look everywhere. It's so open it makes me want to pee, but I do not want to be choked again. I see two more white things, almost the same size. I think one of them may be female, and she looks very angry. The other is a male. He is a little taller than the female, and does not look that creepy. He is smiling at me. I wait and dare not move.

"Bob, where did you get the speck for a blond?"

"I got it for what you gave me."

"I don't believe you. Show me your speck."

Bob groaned. "Here, see?" he said and showed his mate his speck.

"She sure is cute. Can I touch her?"

"Just be careful, son. They do have teeth, you know."

"Oh Mom."

The smiling one is coming over to me. He is scratching my head and it feels nice.

"Mom, can I take her to my room now?"

"OK, son."

"Why, Bob? Why do we need one of them?"

"Would you rather have him running the streets, getting into all kinds of problems?"

"You're right. I guess I should be glad we can afford one."

"Let's go inside."

"I know what you want, and there is no way it's going to happen."

"Please, it's been a very long time."

"No. And I better not hear about you and some other bitch. If I do, I swear I will have you castrated."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh yes I would. Try me."

I follow the smiling thing. He takes me through some kind of door. It smells good in here.

I look around, I see all kind off stuff that is strange to me. He leads me to a cage it looks OK and it has three metal bowls. I have to pee so badly. I hope he puts me in the cage.

He takes my leash and muzzle off and opens the cage. I run into the cage and squat over the empty bowl. Aaaah. I start to pee. He looks at me peeing, now that is strange. He locks my cage, I feel kind of safe. I finish peeing. I look for paper and see a big pile next to the bowl. I take one sheet and wipe myself. It's really strange, how he is looking at my pee part. I have no idea why he would want to look at that. As I crumple the paper, I see a bowl filled with food and one filled with water. My new cage even has a clean mat I can lay on.

I hear someone yell, and he grunts something I cannot understand. Then he is gone. I put the paper in the right bowl. I pick up the food bowl and taste the food. It the best I have ever tasted. I want to gobble it down, but I don't know when I will get more, so I eat half of the good-tasting food. I lie on the clean mat and close my eyes. I hope and hope he will be nice to me.

"Mom, I will OK."

"You just grew up too fast."

"I can't do anything about that. Can I go now?"

"Go ahead son," Bob said with a smile.

I hear my cage open. It's the smiley one. I think he is beckoning me. I casually walk out of my cage. He is like two times bigger than me. He is talking in a low voice to me.

"Here girl. Good girl."

I have no idea what he is saying.

"Good girl."

He his stroking my skin. No one has ever done that and it feels nice. He is rubbing me all over and I smile.

"Good girl."

He offers me something in his hand. I am not so sure about this, but I quickly take it and put it in my mouth. Wow! It's sweet. Oh, so very sweet.

"You're such a good girl."

He is rubbing me all over again. I think I can trust this thing. I suck on the sweet morsel and let him stroke my skin. He beckons me to open my legs and I open them as wide as I can. He starts to play with my little pee part. It is strange, but it feels good, so I smile.

"Good girl."

I think he likes my little pee part. I don't know why. He puts me on the floor with my legs open wide. He strokes my little pee part and it feels wet to me.

"That's a good girl. You like that?"

I still have no idea what he is saying, but whatever he's doing to my little pee part, I don't want him to stop. Something strange is happening to me. Oh, something very strange. I feel that something is going to happen. My little pee part feels hot.

"Cum now, girl. Cum for me."

My whole body shakes and I have to bite my lips to keep myself from screaming. What was that? I see his big pink tongue is reaching for my now wet little pee part. I am scared, his teeth look big. I close my eyes and hope he does not bite me.

"You're a hot little girl, I will hump you soon."

I feel his big tongue on my little pee part, licking it. I breathe a sigh of relief that he did not bite me. His big, wet tongue is making me feel strange again, but I like it. I like it a lot.

Whatever it is, it will be here soon. I bite my lips down. Oh wow, Oh Wow. His big tongue is in my little pee part now. It happens and happens. Then he stops. He turns me over hard. I am scared again. What is he doing this to me? I've been good.

He is on top of me, squashing me. I screech.

"It's OK, girl. It will feel good."

He eases up a little and I look back to see a big monster poking at my little pee part. He is trying to put that big monster into my little pee part. It won't fit and I start to cry.

"It's OK, girl. The hurt will be over soon."

I feel that big monster poke into my little pee part. I want to yell, but I better not. I cannot stop it, so I decide to give in and let him do whatever he wants.

"That's a very good girl."

I feel his monster stretch my little pee part and he stops. I turn my head with sorrow in my eyes and look back at him.

"Good girl."

I feel blinding pain and his monster is inside of me. It's all the way in my little pee part. Take it out! Please take it out! My mind screams. He pulls his monster out and shoves it back into me. It hurts so much, but I try to bear it, and the pain slows down. He starts to pull his monster in and out of my little pee part. My little pee part stretches, accepting his big monster.

"Good girl."

His voice is soothing and my little pee part is starting to feel good. I push and pull my little pee part, matching his big monster.

"That's a good girl. Keep it up now."

My little pee part is getting that feeling again. I don't know how my little pee part is doing it, but it's squeezing his big monster. It happens. OH! It happens. He makes a very strange sound and it chills my spine. His monster shoots some hot liquid into me. It feels good. I turn my head and look at him.

His monster hurt, when he first put it into my little pee part. Now I can feel his big monster all the way in my little pee part. It is twitching, and I think he wants to start again. He speaks.

"Very good girl. Let's do it again, you want to?"

I don't know what he said, but I want him to poke my little pee part with his big monster. So I move my little pee part up his monster and away from his two round, hairy things that are resting on my small poop part and he moves his big monster with me.

"That's a very good girl."

I have been with the thing five days now. He feeds me three times a day and the food is good. He pokes my little pee part a lot, seven times a day, even more than that. I don't know what goes after seven, maybe nine. Yesterday he poked my small poop part. I think he liked poking my small poop part. It was OK for me, but I like it better when he pokes by little pee part. He is so nice to me. I think I like the thing. He gave me a new bright leather collar with pink stones, and it has a tag. I think it's my name, but I can't read. I belong to him.

Later:

The mean looking thing and the one who choked me walk up to my cage. I try to hide in the corner.

"She sure is a cutie." Joe said to Bob.

"She is OK." Bob answered.

"Wait until you hump her, it's the best."

"You sure know a lot about them."

"I should. I own a piece of five of them."

"You what?"

"That's how I get all the speck my mate has no idea about."

"How?"

"Well after I humped the first one I bought for my son, I knew I had to have more. I saved a little speck and once a season I went to the house.

"How did you get away with that?"

"That's the easy part - lunch, or this, or that, my mate never knew."

"I have to try that."

"Don't. Save your speck and put in with me."

"Really, how?"

"Well after several seasons, I was approached by some of our kind. They asked me if I would like to become part owner in one of them. At first I was suspicious. Then I decided, 'what's missing one season going to cost me, only a good humping.' So I saved for three seasons and then we put our speck together and invested in futures."

"Futures?"

"You know the ones on the ships."

"You mean you bought them before they arrived?"

"Yep I know it is a risk, but if they get here, you win big. I won the first time out, then I quit."

"You quit? Then how?"

"I took my profit and invested in ones already here. I now own a third of five of them."

"Wow."

"Yeah! So now my humping pays for itself."

"How often do you---?"

"Almost every day. I put my name on the open list, and if someone does not show, I pay half. The one that did not show has to pay the other half. It's the law, you know."

"What if your mate finds out?"

"I could not give a shit. In fact, I hope she finds out, then I will be free."

"It will cost you a ton of speck."

"Nope she gets the house and a third of what I get, without them for five measly years. I make more than a third on half of them in a day, and as you know it's all legal."

"Smart move, just owning a piece. I have to get in on that."

"You got that right, and I will get you in. Let's hump this one before our time is up."

"Let's."

They are opening my cage. The mean one is pulling me out of my cage. I try to bite him.

"Damn! She bit me." Joe said.

"Joe, don't. He will know if you do that."

"You're right!"

"Here, use this. They gave it to me when I bought her."

Bob handed Joe a choke stick. (A choke stick: A long pole with a noose attached to it.)

The mean one is trying to get a rope around me. I wiggle and wiggle as hard as I can.

Joe struggled but got the noose around her neck and pulled the choke stick hard.

He got me, now he is choking me. I am losing my breath. I have to go out of the cage. I piss myself and go out of the cage.

"Damn! We will have to clean that up." Bob said.

"Got that covered. Use this and paper, it kills the smell." Joe said and handed Bob a spray can.

I am so scared. I feel very cold, and I am shivering. Why are they doing this to me?

Bob and Joe clean up the mess. The mean one is grabbing me again. "No! Please don't hurt me," my mind screams. He is turning me over. OH! NO! He wants to POKE ME! This time I scream. "I don't belong to you."

"Put the muzzle on her, Joe."

"Good idea."

He puts a muzzle on me and I keep screaming, "I don't belong to you."

"That better. Now I can give her a real hard humping," Joe said.

His huge monster is all the way in my little pee part and it hurts a lot. I start to cry.

"She is real tight." Joe said.

"What do you think she was saying?"

"How should I know? I don't think any one of us dogs could ever understand HUMAN!"