TRAINING
Day 2:  Animal
Kat was jerked awake as the crate bumped against the floor.  At first she didn't know what was going on, then, with the feeling between her legs reminding her, she recalled the terrible events of the day before.  Her hands were still at her sides, and the bandanna was still around her mouth.  Her ankles hurt slightly as she tried to move them, the glue of the tape pulling at her skin. 
Outside the box, she heard a loud rumbling.  It seemed to come up from the ground and she could feel the entire container quiver with the sound.  She thought she recognized it, but couldn't quite place it.  Before too long, she heard a creaking above her head.  A shaft of light entered from a crack between the lid and the wall, and she saw the end of a crowbar wiggle its way through, prying the top farther open.  The bar circled around the perimeter of the crate, slowly loosening the nails and opening the box.  Finally, with a loud crack, the lid was removed.  The rumbling sound grew louder.  Kat looked up and saw what appeared to be the ceiling of a warehouse.  There was metal ribbing supporting the roof, and hanging above this was a metal cable stretching horizontally just below it.  A thick white cord was latched to this cable, and hung down above her head and out of sight.  
Above her stood a man dressed in green coveralls.  He looked her over and reached in, pulling on the straps around her body and tightening them till they threatened to cut off the circulation of her body.  He didn't say a word, just secured her bindings, then stepped back, out of sight.  Another man appeared near her feet, and Kat watched him as he took the pry bar up and proceeded to remove the foot of her crate.  As that was happening, the first man reached back down into the box and started attaching more thick cords to rings mounted on the straps at her shoulder.  She noticed that when he attached one, he tugged on it tightly, and she felt the pull transferred across her entire body, not just her shoulders.  He then attached the other, pulling on it in the same way.  He then reached down and started to release her hands, crossing them over her chest, and tying them down with kite string.  
"I could break that easily," Kat thought.
Lastly, the man reached around the back of her head and put a strange pair of rounded safety goggles over her eyes.  
Satisfied with his preparations, the first man gave a thumbs up to the second, who walked to the wall and pushed a green button mounted on one of the vertical ribs of the building.  A buzzing sound arose, barely heard above the now increasing roar.  A bar of white light appeared and expanded at the top edge of the wall near her feet, and sunlight stabbed through the dust as the wall leaned outward and lowered.  A slight gust became a tornado, and Kat looked on with utter horror.  
She was in a fucking cargo plane, thousands of feet above the ground.  The rear ramp lowered, and both men started to lift up the head of the crate.  Far down below, she could see the terrible land as it slowly drifted by below the clouds, and she screamed at the top of her lungs as the box was tilted up and she slid through the open bottom out into space.  
 Her wrists ripped through the string and she flung her arms out, trying in her panic to flap them and fly.  She was falling, and she was going to die.  Her hair whipped past her ears and back above her head, feeling as if it was about to be ripped off her head.  Her scream lasted for an eternity through the void before she was jerked upwards by her harness.  A muffled whump sounded above her, and she snapped her head up, not believing the opening parachute canopy above her.  The small cords that came from the chute descended into two bundles, and attached to the two large white cords that were connected to her shoulders.  She grabbed at the cords disparately and prayed that the entire contraption held together.  Looking around, she saw the large green plane as it flew away, trailing what must have been the parachute cover behind it.  
Her attention was drawn to a crashing sound and she looked down and saw the shattered remains of the crate spread across the fast approaching ground.  She noticed that she was coming down in a glade, and a huge forest surrounded it.  A small river trickled through the glade, a few hundred feet away, and she watched, tensing.  She approached it glided over it, and landed with a thump just beyond it.  
She hit and rolled onto her back, then was dragged across the grass a small distance before the chute settled down.  Lying still for a moment, she breathed hard, staring into the sky.  She was shocked and relieved, and took a moment to gather her wits.  Slowly, she reached up and unlatched the shoulder cords.  Still looking at the clouds moving across the blue, she unconsciously started to run her hands down the straps on her body.  When she felt a buckle, latch, or a Velcro strap, she undid it and moved on.  Soon she was completely unharnessed, and she rocked from one side to the other, removing the apparatus from beneath her.  She then reached up and took off the gag, folding it up neatly before laying it down next to the straps.  Reaching down, she pulled out the two rubber dildos that had been inside her during the night, placing them next to the rest.  Mostly free, she rested again, staring into space, still stunned from her journey.
Kat sat up and looked at her ankles.  She pulled at the tape and slowly, painfully, her legs were freed.  Rubbing them vigorously, regaining the circulation to her feet.  
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she finally stood and looked around.  Walking over to the stream that she had hurdled over earlier, and bent over, taking a drink.  The water was cold, and it soothed her mouth and throat.  She then dipped both hands in and splashed her face.  Walking back to the equipment, she picked up the bandanna and wiped her face clean.  
Looking around into the surrounding forest, she started to walk towards what she thought was north.  Entering the woods, she walked carefully over the fallen leaves and twigs, running her fingers over the trunks as she passed, feeling the roughness of the bark. 
 The feeling was wonderful.  It felt so good because it was her choice to feel it.  There was no one to tell her not to do it, to force her hand upon it.  She relished the freedom, strolling under the treetops, feeling the sun as it passed over her face in flashes between the canopies.  She felt good, and the only thing that would be better would be a good meal.  
"In dear time, honey," she thought to herself.  "In dear time."
She walked for a while, idly looking around and admiring the natural surroundings.  She noticed a small movement to her left, and she crept slowly around the trees, peering at the animal.  A deer stood, munching on some grass, unaware as to her presence.  She watched the deer, admiring its peaceful life, the serenity surrounding it.  
The deer continued to eat until Kat heard a twig snap in the distance behind her.  The animal's head shot up and stared in her direction, then bounded away at high speed away from her.  Kat spun around and saw two men walking slowly towards her.  They looked like hunters, dressed in camouflage with bright orange vests on.  In their hands were rifles with huge scopes on them.  They watched Kat intently.
Kat began to run towards the men, yelling at the top of her lungs.
"Leave it alone.  It hasn't done anything to..." but before she could finish her statement, one of the men lifted the rifle to his shoulder.  Taking aim, there was a loud crack, and the trunk next to Kat thunked.  There in the bark, quivering, stuck what looked like a tranquilizer dart that you see in nature programs.  Looking at the men, she saw the other raise his rifle also.  
THEY WERE HUNTING HER!
Kat didn't think, but turned and ran as fast as she could.  Her heart was racing, and her legs kept up the tempo.  She darted behind trees when she could, and she heard the men thundering through the brush behind her.  Risking a backward glance, she saw that they held their rifles at their chests, running with the barrel pointed towards the sky.  Turning back, Kat narrowly missed running smack into a tree.  Starting to breathe hard, she shot left and right, serpentining through the forest.
A branch next to her shoulder snapped with a pop, and she saw the dart hit the ground in front of her.  She turned and ran towards the left, hoping to lose the men.  The sound they were making was fading.  Kat thought about the equipment they were probably carrying, compared to her lack of anything.  She ran until she reached a glade, turned right, and ran along the edge, keeping to the tree line.  Eventually, she saw the two men dart into it, and she hid behind a thick trunk, peering around it, watching.  
The two men looked around, dumbfounded.  They had followed her enough to know that she was headed straight towards the open land, but she wasn't there.  She saw the taller of the two reach into his pocket and pull out a radio.  He spoke a few words, and Kat heard a reply, but she couldn't make out the words at this distance.  The other man scanned the edge of the woods, looking intently here and there.  Kat ducked behind the tree when he happened to glance his way, then carefully peeped at them again.  
Her heart was pounding so loud in her chest that she didn't know why they couldn't hear it.  Her slowly calmed, and was eventually able to breathe without panting.  The two men had begun to back track their way into the forest when Kat heard another loud crack directly behind her.  A sharp sting struck her right shoulder, and before she could pull it out, her body stopped responding to her thoughts, and it crumpled to the leaf covered ground.
The third man in the party whistled to his companions, then walked up and removed the dart from Kat.  She was flipped over and saw the large, unshaven man standing over her.  She was still conscious, and could move her eyes, but the rest of her body was completely motionless.  She felt her heart beat accelerate again, but her legs and arms refused to move.  It was like they belonged to a doll.  
The man picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.  Her arms hung down, swinging from side to side as she was carried.  After about ten minutes, all three men met at an old, beat up, orange work truck.  A small blanket was laid out upon the hood, and Kat was promptly strapped down on top of it.  She was face down, with her hands tied to the two front corners, while her ankles were attached to the window jambs of the cab.  Her chin hung slightly over the end of the truck, and she was able to look forward, but she was not sure she would like it.  
She felt the stretching of her ankles as the doors of the truck were open, and the men got inside.  The engine underneath her roared to life, and almost immediately, the blanket started to warm up.  
"So the blanket is there so I won't get burned.  At least that's something," she thought.  The truck pulled out onto a small dirt path going through the forest.  The ride was fast and bumpy, and it scared her.  Every bump and hole she felt through the truck, the hood kept heating the blanket, the trees whipping past and the road tearing by beneath her feet from her face, and to top it all off, the men in the cab were staring directly between her legs.  She suffered this way for a little bit, then the road opened up and the truck turned onto a paved road.  
Now, the bumps were gone, but the truck sped up and frightened Kat even more.  She saw cars fly by in the oncoming lane, and a couple honked at her.  She cringed at every horn, and wished that the trip would end.  
Soon, the truck braked and pulled off side of the road, entering a parking lot of a large fenced off area.  Having gained some motor control, she shifted her head over to its side so she could turn her it up.  She read the large letters across the top of the fence, and her heart skipped a beat.
'Club Zoo'
Her legs were again stretched, and the men came around.  
The one who had shot her said, "Be careful, the anesthetic should be wearing off."  They then began to untie her and pulled her off the truck.  Holding her on both sides, the first two walked her after the shooter as he led the way through a service entrance.  Inside was rows of long folding tables, and different types of leather straps along the walls.  They weren't as menacing as the dungeon room she had been in the day before, but it still filled her with dread.  She was laid down upon one of tables on her back, and her ankles were tied down.  One of the men walked over to the wall while the other held her down.  He returned soon with a black ball gag, and once again, her jaws were held open.  
An attachment was fitted in place over the gag, and it appeared to be a muzzle that came away from her face about six inches.  Then, to the straps of the gag, something was fitted over her head that was flexible and stretched from one cheek to the other.  It felt a little heavy at the top, and when she moved her head, she could feel something sticking up from the strap.  
One hand was strapped in to a leather cuff that encased her entire hand from the wrist.  It looked like a black cylinder, and ended just past her fingers in a half moon shape.  The strap that was attached to the cuff was ran behind her head, latched to the back of the gag, then returned to the front via the other side.  It ended in an identical cuff, and her other hand was strapped in.  This made it impossible for her to lower her hands, and it gave her the look of a dog sitting up and begging.  
On her feet were strapped thigh high black boots that were so high heeled, she would probably topple over.  The entire sole, from the heel to the toe, was one complete piece, shaped like the cuffs in a half moon shape.  
Kat was pulled up to her feet, and she had a hard time balancing on her new footwear.  Before she was led anywhere, she was bent over and a rubber butt plug was shoved inside of her unceremoniously.  This made her gasp, but any sound was caught by the gag and muzzle.  She was pulled back upright, and she felt what seemed like rough hair swinging by the back of her calves.  There was a tug on the plug, and her hair was pulled back until Kat was looking up at an angle.  It wasn't too severe, just above where the horizon would be.  She felt her hair being tied together, then attached to the plug.  She couldn't look down without pulling hard on the toy.  
Lastly, and most painfully, what appeared to be two small nooses were placed around her nipples and tightened.  One cord went from one side, hung down in an arc that reached down to the floor and back up to the other side.  This cord was grabbed by the shooter, and she was led towards a large garage door in the rear of the room.  The other two men held back, and she walked alone with the shooter.  
On their way out, she passed a full length mirror.  Glancing in, she finally recognized what had been done to her.  
She was a horse.
Her boots and her hands were encased in hooves, her muzzle was a snout, and on her head was a pair of black ears.  Out of her ass was a horses tail, and that was what she had felt around her legs. 
"A fucking horse.  What the hell?"
Finally, the man opened the large door, and sunlight streamed into the room.  He pulled once on her nipple reins, and she started to walk outside.  She heard the door close behind her, and she noticed that she was alone.  
Or not.  She was now in an enclosed area surrounded by a ten foot black fence.  Between the bars, people stood and watched her.  She was a fucking zoo animal.  She tried to get back into the door, but all she could do was bang into it.  She couldn't sit down because of her hair tied to her ass, and she couldn't bring her hands down to steady her.  All she could do was either stand still or walk around.  The people outside the fence watched her, then got bored and moved on.  More came by, couples, singles, whole groups.  One of the larger groups was lead by a tour guide.  She pointed at Kat and spoke to the crowd, but Kat was too far away to hear.  
She strolled around, tired of standing, for hours.  She had to pee, and eventually, she just sort of crouched down in a semi-hidden corner and went.  While she was going, she heard the snap of a camera, and looked up at a Japanese couple wearing matching Mickey Mouse sweaters.  The man had about five cameras around his neck, and the woman was reading out of a tourist pamphlet to him as he kept of taking pictures.  
"Oh God, help me now," thought Kat, and the day went on.  
Eventually, the large door was open and she ran inside.  A new person, a woman, was dressed in a tan coverall, and on it was the name tag, 'Zoo Keeper'.  She took the reins and pulled Kat over to another corner of the room, where she took a large black padded loop from the wall and fitted it over her neck, positioning it so it didn't interfere with her hands.  She then attached more padded straps to her waist and shoulders, finishing it off with a chain that attached to the center of her back and trailed off behind her.  Kat was led through another door and in front of her was a rickshaw, containing an old woman holding a buggy whip.  Kat was led to the front of the rickshaw, and the chain was attached to it. 
"Oh, no." thought Kat as her reigns were carefully pulled over her head and Kat guessed that they had been handed to the woman.  A sharp crack sounded, and pain struck her ass, and Kat began to walk forward, pulling the small cart behind her.  Another whip and Kat started to trot.  This was humiliating.
Down the road, Kat pulled the old woman, occasionally slowing down as she tired, but getting another crack to get her started again.  Every time the road split, her nipples were pulled hard, sometimes to the left, other times to the right.  On she went, for over a mile, before both tits were yanked back, and Kat moaned with the pain.  
The woman got out of the cart and pulled out a picnic.  She carefully set it up before returning to the cart.  She walked up to Kat and untied her hair, then ran the rope between her legs and retied it.  Her head was now facing down, and the woman nodded at this.  Reaching to Kat's face, the woman flipped up the muzzle and unlatched the front part of the gag.  In it's place, she hung a small, shallow bag at Kat's mouth.  It was filled with cheerios and water, and Kat scarfed it down madly.  
The woman left Kat to her meal, and had her picnic in a glen next to the road.  Kat saw a couple of joggers go by, but they paid her no attention.  Finally, another woman strolled by and scratched Kat behind the ear.  Kat stared at her, her mouth full of food, and the woman smiled and kept walking.  
Finally, the old woman finished her lunch, packed up her stuff, and detached the feed bag.  She replaced the gag, repositioned the muzzle, and pulled on the reins to turn Kat around.  They trotted back to the garage, always at a pace faster then walking, and the whip made sure of that.  
Upon arriving, the zoo keeper came out and unharnessed Kat.  Kat's shoulders ached, and she was glad to get the weight off of them.  Before she could even sigh, she was pulled by her breasts back into the garage, the collar was removed, and she was put back out to pasture.  She watched the people go by as they looked at her.  Kat began to wonder what were the other attractions at the zoo, and what animals or people inhabited them.
After a few hours, Kat's sore legs started to wobble.  Before too long, the keeper came out and led her into a small door at the opposite side of the pen.  This one different.  Off to the side, there was a padded saw horse, and there appeared to be a cage in the center of the room, and inside was a large black lab.  He looked at Kat with lazy eyes, watching as Kat was stood up next to the sawhorse and her ensemble was disassembled.  Her hair was untied first, and the butt plug was removed.  Second, her hands were unbound, and almost immediately, she was strapped in, bent over the sawhorse.  Her ears and muzzle were removed, but the gag stayed in place.  
There she was, bent over and tied down, her feet teetering on super high heels, her jaw clamped open, and her nipples still tied.  Wondering what was coming next, she couldn't believe her ears.  The keeper ran her hand through Kat's hair, scratching it gently.  In a quiet voice, she spoke into Kat's ear.
"Good doggie.  That's a nice doggie."  Kat was stunned as she heard the woman walk over to the cage.  The sound of a latch coming undone, and the squeak of a cage door reached Kat's ears, and to her astonishment, she heard the keeper speak again, this time to the dog.  
"Hey Simon, I got something for ya.  A nice, fine bitch in heat, do you like that? Huh? Do ya?."  
Kat started to scream through her gag, struggling against her bonds.  No matter how she pulled or shook the wood frame, nothing helped.  She tried and tried, and screamed only louder as she felt a cold nose press up between her ass cheeks.  A long tongue flicked out and ran over the entrance of her pussy and up over her ass.  This sent a shiver over Kat, and she didn't know if it was fear, revulsion, or the cold.  
The keeper pulled the dog back and, with a rubber glove, smeared a gel over Kat's groin.  The dog was led up again, and again, Kat screamed.  The dog pushed his forelegs off the ground and landed, straddling her back.  She could feel his front claws digging into her side, and she felt him start pumping against her back side.  His doggie dick jabbed at her from behind, and she felt the keeper reach in and guide the Labrador into her.  
Kat squirmed as she felt the long dick enter her, and the dog began thrusting in earnest.  Bang bang bang, the dog went deeper, going faster then any man she had known, stronger and longer too.  Kat bit into the gag as hard as she could, straining against the debasement she was experiencing.  She felt something large starting to pound against her.  Finally, the dog's dick bulged at the base an was pressed deep inside of her.  Kat groaned as the dog's dick expanded inside of her, filling her up.  The knot at the base filled her to the limit, holding the dog inside of her with no hope of release.  
Her stomach felt nauseous as the long, thick penis started to pulse inside of her.  She felt herself being filled with canine cum, and it just kept coming and coming.  Kat was utterly degraded, realizing that she was now completely an animal.  The keeper even had the gall to reach up and scratch Kat's head again.  
"FUCKING BITCH," Kat screamed, but the gag reduced it to three loud moans.  Finally, the dick slowly shrunk and the dog pulled out.  
"Good doggie," the keeper said, and Kat didn't know who she was talking too.  
The dog was led out the door, and soon the woman returned and untied one of Kat's hands.  She pulled it over to the other side and tied her wrists together with a hemp rope.  Detaching her other wrist, she stood Kat up and untied her ankles.  Kat tried to resist, but the woman took hold of the rope attached to her nipples and yanked, HARD.  Kat squealed and the woman smiled.  She pulled Kat over to the dog's cage, bent Kat over, and pushed her inside.  She gave the cord a good solid jerk, and Kat thought her nipples were torn off as the rope pulled off of them.  
The keeper bent over Kat's feet and removed the boots one by one before tying her ankles to match her hands.  Closing the cage, Kat had to pull her knees up to the fetal position to be able to fit inside.  Finally, with only the gag and the ropes, Kat tried to relax as the keeper walked over to a phone mounted on the wall, picked it up, and spoke a few words into it.  
Soon, two burly keepers entered and picked up the cage.  The carried it outside and across the street, entering into a small shack.  Inside the building was a solitary elevator shaft.  Entering the car, they traveled downward into the Earth, totally silent.  
Kat watched this happening, no longer caring what was going on.  She laid inside the cage and felt sorry for herself.  She had never planned for this to happen, and never thought it would.  Never in her life had she ever desired to experience what she was experiencing now, and it stunned her.  
The car came to a stop and the doors opened onto a stone passageway.  The way was lit by long florescent lights, which buzzed annoyingly.  Down the hallway, the trio entered a room that was unlit and damp.  The two men dropped the cage uncaringly on the floor, and then turned to walk out.  
As they shut the door, Kat started to shiver.  The shivering took over her entire body, like a massive panic attack, and it was a long time before she could calm down and doze.