Once upon a time, he had been free.
Once upon a time, he had been a man.
Once upon a time, he had believed that the women of this nation needed liberation and that, as a western man of means he had the resources to help make that happen. He had sailed his yacht, back and forth, filled with escape slave girl refugees, taking them to the safety of the West until he pulled into his secret port late one night and found the soldiers waiting for him.
Once upon a time, he was a free man named Marcus. But that was just a fairytale, the memories of a fictional world that no longer existed after the conditioning, surgery and treatments. Now she was “Cunty” the puppy-girl.
Cunty’s reality was that of a loyal pet who believes only in pleasing her master and being a good doggy. Cunty has nothing because Cunty is property. Cunty sleeps in a wooden house outside and is never allowed to walk or talk like a human. Cunty eats cunt-kibble every day, and the only other flavor she ever tastes is the yummy cum of her master or his guests. Cunty may not like her new life, but no one cares how doggies feel.