Ring Slave Four: The Pet

It had been a year since Patsy was freed and took control of Mandy and Patti. During that time she had come to understand the feeling of power by having ring slaves. Having slaves who must, by law, obey your every command changes a person. That also brought loneliness. She had hoped to lure Mandy away from life as a ring slave to become her lover, but that hadn't happened. She could have ordered Mandy to be her lover, but that wasn't what she wanted from the ring slave. Patsy knew if she was to find a lover, it had to be someone she could dominate. The woman wasn't sure she could ever live with an equal.

With that in mind, she sat in the bar across the street form Club Ring and watched every girl that sat in the booth at the window that gave a good view of the club. For what Patsy had in mind, the girl had to have a particular body type. Patti had looked for girls who had the hidden desire to be a ring slave. Patsy doubted she could find the perfect body type who also had the secret desire.

Patsy had been sitting in the club most nights for three weeks when the perfect girl sat in the booth. She had short dark hair that came just below the ears and looked to be no more that four-feet-ten. She went to the booth and said, “Hi there, I'm Patsy.”

The girl looked up, smiled, and said, “Hi there, I'm Holly, nice to meet you.” With little hesitation she asked, “Would you like to have a seat?”

Patsy smiled brightly and replied, “I'd love to.”

They immediately began chatting away as if they had known each other all their lives. Two hours later Patsy asked as she looked out the window at Club Ring, “You ever thought of going there or of getting a ring?”

The younger girl laughed and said, “Hell no. I can't imagine someone taking control of my life, much less giving up sex. I love girls, but a little dick every now and then isn't too bad.”

Patsy's heart sank. This girl would be impossible to lure into slavery. Even if she couldn't make her a slave, hanging out with her would be a lot of fun. And she hadn't been wrong. For the next four months they dated almost every night and made love most of those nights. Most of the time had been spent at Holly's apartment so Patsy didn't have to worry about her ring slaves being discovered.

Even though they had already professed a love for for each other, this night was special. They had decided to spend the rest of their lives together. Because gay marriage was still illegal, Patsy said, “Let's make a commitment to each other.”

Holly said, “I agree, we need to do something to commit. I wish we could get married and exchange rings.”

Patsy saw this as the perfect opening and asked, “What if we got ringed together?”

“Like in ringed like a ring slave?” Asked Holly.

“Yes,” Patsy replied.

The young petite girl looked at the woman she loved and began to think about the possibility. She said, “If I commit to you then I'll never want to have sex with a man or anyone else, so the ring wouldn't matter. That would be a great way for us to bond. We would have a secret that we could only share with each other,” she said. Holly paused, stared in the eyes of her lover, and said, “Let's do it, right now. I never want to be separated from you.”

Half an hour later they were walking into the club. They excitedly made their way to the hall with the piercing rooms. Patsy showed the man watching the door her VIP card, one she had acquired with the new identity. Patsy asked, “What's that?”

Patsy laughed and said, “I'll explain later. Let's get this over with.”

The next thing Holly knew she was strapped on the table with Patsy looking on. She nervously said, “I'm not sure I want to do this.”

The man in the black t-shirt said, “Too late. Once you stepped into this room your fate was sealed. I'm sure you will make your mistress very happy.”

“Mistress?” Asked Holly.

The man pointed to Patsy and replied, “She, now, owns you.”

Holly knew at that moment she had been conned. She had heard of this happening to other girls, but never dreamed it could happen to her. She said, “Tell the man you're not my mistress, baby.”

Patsy smiled and said, “I wish I could, but that would be a lie. In a few moments you will belong to me.”

The next thing Holly knew the man was forcing the curved awl through her abdomen and out her pussy. A moment later, the ring was pushed though the opening and welded closed. The straps were removed and despite the pain, the girl leapt furiously at Patsy. A single punch sent the much smaller girl flying backwards. Patsy said, “You know under the law I can kill you with no consequences. If you want to live, I suggest you don't try that again.”

The thought of dying calmed the girl, but she vowed revenge. A few minutes later she was climbing into the trunk of a car. Patsy snapped a collar around her neck and said, “This is a shock collar for dogs. If you try anything, you'll get a terrible shock.” She then pressed the button on the remote and Holly screamed out in pain.

They arrived at Patsy's house and Holly was led down the steps to the cold dark basement. In the center of the room was a dog cage. Patsy pointed to the cage and said, “Get in.”

Holly looked stubbornly at her mistress and said, “Hell no.”

Patsy kept pressing the button on the remote until the slave submitted in terrible pain. The cage was locked and the slave was left alone in the darkness with only a water bottle hanging on the cage wall. It was the type of bottle you would see in a hamster cage, only larger. For the next thirty-six hours she was left alone with no food and the one bottle of water.

The slave had gone through layering stages of anger and grief. She knew her life as she had known it had come to an end. She had been conned and there was nothing the law could do about it. Once ringed, she was no longer considered a human. In fact, a dog had far more rights. Society looked down on ringed girls. They were mere garbage by law and society.

By the time the basement door opened and the light came on, Holly was starving. Patsy emptied half the contents of a can of dog food into a bowl and placed it in the cage. She added another bowl of dry dog food and said, “You'll get one can a day of the wet food and all you want to eat of the dry stuff.”

Holly sullenly said, “I can't eat this stuff, it's for dogs.”

Patsy sternly said, “Fine, then don't eat it. You can die. That's all you will get for the rest of your life. And one more thing, you aren't allowed to speak. Open that mouth to do anything other than bark and I'll cut out your tongue.” She left the basement and once more left the slave in darkness.

Holly was starving, but she only licked the foul smelling dog food to test how it might taste. It tasted as bad as it smelled, but she had no choice and gobbled up the meaty substance. She was at least thankful for the darkness, she couldn't see the food.

Mandy came daily to attend to her ring to insure it properly healed. Holly had tried talking to Mandy, but she never replied. When Mandy left, Patsy came into the basement and pressed the button on the remote and said, “Don't talk.”

Three weeks later, Patsy came to the basement, opened the cage, and said, “Time for us to take a ride.” She attached a leash to the ring and they left the basement. The slave was put in the trunk until they reached their destination. When the trunk opened the slave looked at the sign on the building, “Veterinarian.”

Patsy saw the confused look and said, “Doctors are forbidden to see ring slaves. There are a few veterinarians who will treat them. This one is going to do a little work on you. I know you might never fully submit, so I'm going to make sure you never try to run away.”

The building was empty except for the vet. It was after hours. He couldn't treat a ring slave when there were customers in the building. They led the ring slave to the back and had her lay down on a table that was too small for humans. He placed an IV in her neck and she was soon fast asleep. The slave had no time to wonder what would happen.

Hours later Holly awakened, still lying on the same table, only now she didn't feel her legs dangling off. When she opened her eyes she saw Patsy smiling down at her. She then noticed the bandages on her arms and legs. The slave lifted her arm to scratch her nose and that's when she noticed her hand was missing. She panicked as she raised up enough to see that her feet and lower legs were gone. She screamed and passed out.

The next time she awakened, the ring slave was back in the basement and in her cage. Patsy came down later and said, “From now on you can only walk like a dog. You are no longer human. The doc said it will be a couple of weeks before you can walk around so don't do anything stupid. Just eat plenty and drink lots of water.”

It was only after Patsy had left that she noticed the other alteration. She tried once again to scratch her nose and realized her arm was bending in the wrong direction. Her arms had been rotated so her elbows now pointed forward. This made her arms almost useless for anything other than walking. From that moment forward, anything she had to move was done with her mouth.

Three weeks later her wounds were mostly healed. The bandaged on her knees and wrist were doubled to offer some padding. Patsy said, “Now, let's see if you can walk.”

The ring slave crawled out of the cage and carefully put her weight on her knees and the nubs of her arm. Carefully she tried to move forward. During the three weeks she became, somewhat, use to using her inverted elbows. She took a small step and ignored the small stabs of pain.

Patsy said, “Now that you can move around a little, I see no need to keep you locked in the basement.” She carried the ring slave up the steps and set her on the kitchen floor.

Holly saw bowls of food and water in the corner. She slowly made her way to the water bowl and lapped at the water. She look up at her mistress and said, “Woof woof.”

Patsy smiled, petted the little doggie on the head, and said, “That's a good little girl.”

A month later, Holly, who had been renamed to Sassy, was walking around the house as if she had been born with four legs. She had even learned to trot a little. Sassy had also begun to accept her life as a dog. She knew no power on Earth could change her fate. She was still angry at Patsy for lying, but a part of her still loved her mistress.

When Sassy had been especially good, Patsy let her sleep on the bed with her. Sassy loved snuggling next to her mistress. On other nights she slept in the cage, but at least now it was in the living room and not the cold basement. There had been a few times when her mistress had been gone from the house too long and Sassy accidentally peed on the kitchen floor. Mistress had shoved her face in the pee and forced her to lick it up. On those nights she had been placed in a pen in the backyard with her ring chained to a peg n the ground.

One day when Patsy was feeding Sassy, she had an idea. She went to her desk and looked around for information on when Patti had the auction. She finally found the phone number and called. A man answered the phone, “Hello, Ring Girl Farms.”

Patsy said, “A while back you participated in a ring slave auction. I'm took over that operation and thought maybe we could work on something together.”

The man on the other end said, “You have my attention. I'm always looking to expand.”

Patsy said, “I've created a ring slave puppy and have been feeding her commercial dog food. I was thinking you must have a ton of byproducts that could be converted into pet food. I would be willing to find fat ring slaves unfit for processing for human consumption to supplement the byproducts.”

The man smiled and happily said, “I've been wondering what to do with all the waste. Your pet seems to be a unique case, but I don't see why ring slaves in general couldn't eat the same food. I could probably make them with added fiber.”

Patsy excitedly said, “I can't wait to try some on my ring slave pet. If it's icky enough, I'll look for some meat to process.”

Two weeks later a package was delivered to the door. Patsy opened the box and to her delight there was a case of Ring Slave Farm Dog Food with fiber. She normally didn't feed Sassy can food midday, but she was excited to try it. She called out, “Sassy, come here, girl.”

The ring slave puppy walked into the kitchen and Patsy asked, “Would you like a special treat?”

Sassy was at first excited to have some extra can food and then she noticed the label. She knew immediately that it was human meat. Patsy opened the can and examined the contents. It looked little different from the usual dog food, but had much the same smell. She pulled a portion out of the can with a spoon and touched her tongue to the dark-brown substance. She carefully nibbled the substance and immediately spat it out. It was perfect for her pet.

Patsy put a half of the can in the dog dish. Sassy sniffed the food and then slowly began to eat. A few bites later she was gobbling it up as usual.” Patsy said, “That's my good little girl. This nice man made this just for you.”

Patsy was putting the cans in the pantry when she noticed a sheet of paper. It was a list of ingredients:

This pet food contains human fat, meat byproducts, liver, heart, kidney, lungs, various organs including ovaries, and uterus.

Thanks for the idea. I'm prepared to give you $2 a pound on the hoof and free pet food for as long as you have a need.

Thank you,
Ted Wilson.

Sassy ate the food and knowing it was human meat,which made her sick to her stomach, at first, but she knew there was no choice and just pushed the thought from her mind. Sassy was quickly accepting her life as a dog. Over all, it was a good life. She was treated well, probably better than Mandy and Patti. The dog sometimes missed human food, but had learned to like the canned food, while the dry stuff had little taste, it was slow eating.

The best part of being a dog was the nights she got to sleep on the bed with her mistress. She loved the attention she got. At the end of the day, she had forgiven Patsy for tricking her and still loved her. Sassy laid curled up at her mistress' feet and licked her toes as a sign of affection.

The end.

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