Max finds herself kidnapped and held captive by a mad man set on making her his pet.
"Naughty, Deputy, very naughty of you."
"Let me go," Max said, rattling the bars of the cramped cage he put her in. "I don't belong here."
"You are right where you belong," he said. "You will do what I say."
"Never."
"You will be my pet."
She shivered at that, trying to cover her naked form the best she could in her cage. "Your pet?"
"My pet," he smiled. "Show yourself to me, Pet."
She moved back from him. "Go to hell."
"No, Pet. Your response should be," he smiled. "Yes, Master. I'm going to have to punish you now."
"You're not my master. I'm not your pet."
"Enjoy your cage, Pet. I will see you soon."
"Good morning, Pet."
Max stared at him, her body aching from sleeping on the floor. "Let me go."
He shook his head and put the bowl of food outside the cage door. "Incorrect, Pet."
Pet, she thought, as he unlocked the cage door and she lunged at him. "You bastard!"
He slapped her and knocked her down. "Oh, I'm going to punish you now, Pet."
She lunged again, as he held her down on the floor. "I'll kill you!"
He pressed his knee into her stomach as he fastened the silver collar around her neck as she yelped. "On your knees, Pet."
"Ah!" Max screamed as the shock ran through her body from her collar. "Ah!"
"Very good, Pet," he said, as she shook on the floor. "I don't want to hurt you, but you need to be trained as a proper pet. One your knees, Pet."
Max scrambled to her knees, sitting in front of him, her neck hot from the shock.
"Spread your legs open so I can see you."
Max opened her legs, as he patted her head.
"What do you say, Pet?"
She shook. "Yes, Master."
"You're a naughty pet," He said. "You wanted to hurt me."
Max shook her head. "Never, Master."
He looped the leash through her collar and tugged. "I need to punish you."
Max started to stand, and he yanked her leash so she fell back to the ground. Lying on her side, she tried not to cry.
"You will walk like the pet you are," he said. "On your hands and knees.
Max swallowed back her tears as he lead her up the stairs, her crawling along the floor to the kitchen.
"Sit."
Max sat back on her knees as he latched her leash to a metal hook on the wall. Shivering as he took the whip from the wall. Oh…
"You are my pet and you must be trained."
Max stared at the whip unable to think. "Are you going to hurt me…Master?"
He stroked her hair again. "You've been a bad girl."
Max cried out as he whipped her five times and she began to cry on the floor.
"There, there, Pet," he said, as he washed her wounds. "You will be a good girl now?"
Max nodded, as she knelt in front of him. "I will be a good girl, Master."
"Sit," he said, as she crawled out of her cage. "Good girl."
Max sat there, her mind numb, as he patted her on her head. I'm not a pet. I'm a deputy sheriff.
"Are you hungry, Pet?" he asked. "Bark if you are."
Max hesitated and he shocked her again. Crying out in pain, she fell to her side and whimpered.
"Sit, Pet."
She rose slowly to her knees and looked at him sadly, as he pulled out the whip and she whimpered again.
"I didn't say speak," he said, whipping her three times on the back. "Now, Pet, bark if you would like your breakfast."
Max swallowed her tears. "Woof."
"Good girl," he said, placing the bowl in front of her. "Eat."
She pushed her face in the mush, feeling more like an obedient pet than she wanted to admit. Sitting up, she looked at the dish of water.
"Would you like a drink, Pet?"
"Woof."
"You may drink."
Max sat up, kneeling in her cage as he came downstairs. Waiting obediently for him to open the door, she sat with her legs spread for him.
"Come," he said, smiling as she crawled to him. "Sit."
Max sat, as he stroked her matted hair. Enjoying his fingers, she groaned as he inserted his fingers in her on the floor.
"Come, Pet."
Max groaned in delight at his attentions, awaiting his instructions, she whimpered like the submissive pet he was changing her into.
"Put my dick in your mouth."
Max lifted her head, taking him in her.
"Suck it, Pet."
Max sighed, pleasuring him as he filled her mouth.
"Harder."
Max worked her mouth on him, her tongue and lips massaging and sucking him.
"Swallow it."
She didn't gag like she did the first few times as she swallowed as he came again and again.
"Good girl."
Max sighed, as he inserted his fingers in her. "Yes, Master."
"On your stomach, Pet."
Max rolled over, as he plunged into her from behind. Yipping and yelping, she rocked with him, barking all the way.
"You have earned this by being good."
Max looked at the mesh bra and shorts he handed her. "For me?"
He nodded. "You may stand, Pet."
Max rose to her shaky legs and took the offered clothes. "Thank you."
"Would you like me to bathe you before you put on your new clothes?"
Max nodded. "I would like that, Master."
"Show me how much you would like it, Pet," he said, patting his lap. "What will you do to earn your bath?"
Max put the clothes on the table and straddled his lap. "How may I please you today, Master?"
Perfect, he thought, looking at her in the see-through pale pink shorts, thong and bra, and her silver collar. That naughty deputy is now my pet after two weeks of conditioning.
"Sit."
Max sat on her knees as the other man came in.
"My pet," he said, nodding at Max. "She needs some modifications."
The other man looked at her. "She is lovely. Is she a good girl?"
"A very good girl," he said. "Do you want to be my pet? Bark if you do."
Max let out a woof as he stroked her hair on the floor and he attached her leash and handed her to the other man.
"You know what to do."
"Perfect."
Max stood in front of him, her body sore and her scalp tingling as he walked around her.
"Show me your tongue."
Max poked it out of her mouth, the silver ball feeling odd and making her feel mush-mouthed, but it didn't hurt as much as the silver bars through both her nipples or her clitoris piercing. Her was her hair shaved down to an inch and bleached platinum blonde, the only hair she had left on her body. Her new collar was studded and chains as we were her wrist and ankle cuffs with their little loops, ready to chain her if she was a bad girl. The tattoo on her butt branded her as his, and she enjoyed his delight when he looked at her complete transformation into his pet
"Perfect, Pet. Do you like it? Bark if you do."
Max let out a woof, his hands stroking her all over.
"Come," he said, tugging her leash. We will have so much fun, Pet."
Max followed her master, submissive and now his pet forever.