I was naked and dirty, locked in a filthy cage. It was dark, and cold. A heavy
collar was fixed tightly to my neck. I tried to remember how I got here.

I'm not sure how long I've been here, or how long I've been out for. My memory is
fuzzy, but I remember a little. Something about when I went to the club. I
remember I went to meet someone for something. It was a... girl.

I sat down at the bar and had a drink and waited. Maybe 10 or so minutes later a
young feline girl sat down beside me. She ordered a drink, turned to me and
introduced herself as Keika. I told her my name, then after looking me over told
me I was cute. She then looked into my eyes for a second, then turned back to her
drink and asked me if I was sure if I wanted to do this.

I paused for a moment, then said yes. She took a drink then smiled at me. After
we finished our drinks, she took my paw and led me into the back hallway of the
club where the restrooms were, then into a storage closet and locked the door.
The room was too dark to see anything. I remember feeling something prick my
lower leg, then I started to feel funny. Then I think I must of blacked out.

I'm not sure what's going to happen to me. I've been awake now for maybe a couple
of hours. I just sit her curled up against the back of the cage. There's nothing
else to do but wait.

A loud creaking reverberated through the room, followed by the sound of a door
slamming shut. Two people had entered, one had a flashlight. Footsteps came
closer and closer throught the dark. I tried to see who was there, but I was only
blinded by flashlight. Then the cage rattled. Someone was opening the lock.

One of them opened the cage door, then shone the flashlight on me. They spoke for
awhile, in some language I had never heard. The other then attached a leash to my
collar then yanked me out. I sat there on the floor with them looking down at me.
I tried to cover myself. I tried to make out their faces, but they were covered
with surgeons masks. I felt more scared than before.

They led me out of the room then down a long corridor and into a room with several
hoses on the floor. One of them left while the other led me to a platform in the
center of the room with harnesses attached to it, then chained my arms and legs down.
Then they walked out and closed the door.

Sometime later the door creaked open and a male wearing a blue jumpsuit walked in.
He slid on a pair of heavy rough textured black rubber gloves. He closed the door
then turned a valve on the wall. Then he picked up a hose. He began spraying me,
coating me with some sort of heavy foam. Some sort of soap maybe. After a few seconds
it started to burn. I tried to let out a scream from the pain, but nothing came out.
Instead my throat ached, and I tasted blood. I tried to beg for him to stop,
but I couldn't speak.

Another male entered the room. He immediatly walked over and pryed open my mouth,
then the first male forced the hose nozzle into my mouth and released a spray of
the harsh foam soap. It filled my mouth, went into my sinuses, some went down
my throat.

They then walked around in behind me. I felt the nozzle being forced into my anus,
then the soap filling my insides. Then the nozzle was inserted into my pussy, and
a spray of soap filled me there too.

Next they pushed their gloved fingers inside me. Inside my vagina, my anus, my mouth.
They rubbed in the soap with their rough gloves, which made it burn even worse.

Then they hosed me down with ice cold water. The high pressure jets hurt, and the
water was cold, but at least it calmed the burning. Once they had finshed with
that, they turned on high powered fans to dry me off. After I was dry a male injected
me with some sort of yellow fluid. I began to feel weak. Eventually I couldn't even
hold myself up.

I woke up naked strapped down an a strange table, with my legs spread open wide.
There were about 20 or so males wearing surgical masks. They were speaking in
some foreign language. A female entered, then the room became quiet.

Talking in the same foreign language she walked up to me and spread open my vagina.
One of the males came up and inserted his finger inside me. She spoke more, then
looked at me, spoke, and laughed. Then the rest of the males came up and pushed
their fingers into my vagina. After they had finished touching me, I was injected
with a clear fluid.

Each day from then on I was put through another humiliating expirence, followed
by an injection of the clear fluid. Strangely enough, each day the expirences
became less and less humiliating. Eventually I found that I looked forward to
the expirences. Finally one day, I found myself, not being subjected to, but rather
giving myself the expirience.

I began to notice over time, that my memories had become more and more fuzzy.
My urges, my wants, my needs, and my desires were more simplified. I had less
worries, less fears. I prefered to be nude. I began to walk on all fours, instead
of two legs. It just felt right.

I slept on my bed in the corner of my mistresses house. I loved making my mistress
feel good with my tongue. I loved it when my mistress would take me for walkies in
the park. I love being my mistresses pet.

I love my mistress Keika.