Sara the Puppy Girl

JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.

Chapter Eight

       A few minutes passed, and it soon became clear that the man wasn’t coming back. Maybe she should try to escape, she thought. But something was keeping her from moving... Sara didn’t want to have to crawl. She didn’t want to have to submit to this suit, or to the man who forced her into it. She flexed her leg muscles and tried with all of her strength to break free of the leather cuffs. It was no use. The Leather was so strong and wide, and was locked in place with strong steel buckles. Finally, Sara came to terms with the fact that she had no choice. She had to crawl... or just stay put, there was no alternative.

       Balancing on her left hand, her raised her right closer to her eyes. Inspecting the thick padding of rubber which enclosed her hand, she knew very well that there would be no escape from the suit. She was a prisoner not just to the man or this room, but to her own body as well. What made it worse was that she could do nothing to cover her small breasts or her privates and buttocks, it had been decided for her that they would be open for anyone else to see.

       The small pet girl was understandably frustrated, was she supposed to just sit here and do nothing? But then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror laid into the padded wall. She crawled on over to the mirror and gasped at what she saw. She looked so horribly surreal. Her body was trapped within the confines of all the rubber and leather buckles and straps. Her tiny feet in their rubber stockings stuck up awkwardly right behind her big red butt cheeks. Her face was what upset her the most though. The ballgag forced her to hold her mouth so wide, and to her it looked ridiculous. The collar cupped her throat so tightly, preventing her from turning her head comfortably. And her pretty pigtails with the big pink bows made her feel like a child...

       Sara slowly turned around to look at the rest of the room. Against the wall there was a small, colorful toy chest. Perhaps there was something in there that she could use, a means of escape. She crawled over to the toy chest, but found that there was actually a small bolt lock on it. Her captor had actually locked this plastic tub shut. She turned back around and glanced around the room. There wasn’t really anything else of interest in here. The only other things that were within her reach were the dog crate and the big blue dog bed.

       The man had been gone for a while now, and Sara decided perhaps now was her best chance at escape. Just a glance at the door told her how that would end. The door was a big wooden one, with more of the colorful padding covering it’s bottom half so it matched the walls and the floor. The door knob was even higher up on the door than it should have been, and she could see that it had a keyed lock built in as well. Sara despaired as she came to terms with the fact that she could not escape this room on her own. She couldn’t even escape this costume on her own. Freedom was something she could not grant herself. But perhaps if he let her out of the room, maybe she could crawl away and hide. Maybe she could find help.

       Realizing that there was no escape, Sara concluded that she had to wait for the man to return. She wanted to lay down so badly, and to be comfortable- but the suit wouldn’t permit that. The dog bed in the corner looked nice and soft at least, but there was no way she would give in to that. She decided that she could at least resist the best she could. Instead of crawling into the dog bed, Sara decided to try laying flat on her back. It was difficult for her to get into the desired position. She had to lower her chest as far as she could and then roll herself onto her side and then her back. The end result was not as comfortable as she had hoped. Her infernal dog suit forced her to keep her hands up above her and he knees together and pointed upwards. Poor Sara felt ridiculous- she must look like she’s a dog playing dead. In frustration she rolled herself back over to her side. At least that way her arms and legs weren’t up in the air.

       With no telling how long it would be before the man returned, Sara’s mind began to wander with thoughts of what would happen to her next. Her captor hadn’t been very clear about what his intentions were. Would he rape her and kill her? He talked to her a lot as though she were a dog... and called her “baby” a lot. A shiver ran through her as she recalled that. He must be some sort of psychopath for kidnapping her and forcing her into these horrendous leather and rubber restraints.

       Easy Sara, she thought to herself. If he was going to kill you, he would have done it by now. He could have raped you whenever he wanted and he hasn’t, he must want a ransom or something.

       But she knew deep down that that was false. Her mother barely had money to heat their home in the winter time, she could never afford a ransom. And if money was all he wanted then he wouldn’t have had to bother with the strange restraint suit or this padded dog cell. No... she knew very well that she would be here a good while. But her captor’s intentions still intrigued her. He had so many chances to fuck her both during the capture and here and now in this creepy red and blue room.

       Sara’s thought’s were interrupted by a painful ache in her jaw. The small girl let out a mewling cry and turned back onto her side as the cramp slowly receded. She lay there in the center of the room with both her stubby legs and her padded arms out in front of her. She couldn’t quite grasp how the man had managed to get her into all of this rubber and leather. She didn’t even put up a fight, really. She couldn’t decide which part of her ensemble was the worst, but it was all beginning to take a toll. Her skinny little legs were beginning to fall asleep under the pressure of the leather straps that bound them so tightly. And the wide strap around her waste made it painfully difficult to get a good breath of air. Perhaps worst of all was the collar though, which forced her to keep her chin up so high that one would think she was proud. The collar choked her throat a tiny bit, but it got worse when she tried to relax her neck even a little. But being forced to hold her head so high was beginning to take it’s toll on her neck and shoulder muscles.

       Her arms didn’t hurt physically, but it was a different kind of torment to have the use of her hands taken from her. More than just that though, the straps that joined her upper-arm cuff to the harness at her shoulder limited her range of motion. Even just laying here she wouldn’t be able to reach down and touch her side. She could reach up a ways though, or was that forward now? Another flash of pain came to her jaw, and Sara let out another despairing groan. How could a person do this to me? The pain around her mouth was beginning to get worse, and she felt tears of hopelessness creeping up on her. Here she was dressed in this horrifying suit, in this horrifying room, and in pain. Pain that she could easily alleviate if she had her fucking hands still.

       Sara was beginning to get angry with herself, and with the man who did this to her. How could i be so fucking stupid?! I should have screamed when I had the chance. I should have kicked him in the groin or bit him, anything to keep from being here. But wishing she’d acted differently wasn’t going to help her now and she knew it. She was here and at least for now, there was no escape. The susceptivity of her female parts was probably the worst of the suit. Her small tits with their little pink nipple were completely open to view, and the suit made it virtually impossible for her to cover them in any sense. Sara’s beautifully round buttocks were still sore from her spanking. Remembering the spanking made her quiver and she blushed with anger at the thought of it. She was so powerless to stop him, completely at his mercy. Her pussy was completely open to all who would want to gaze upon it. Why would he make a suit with my parts uncovered unless he wanted to rape me?

       In a spasm of agony and anger Sara pulled herself back onto all fours. If this sick bastard was going to rape her, beat her, kill her, or what have you, she was not going to go quietly. She decided she would resist him every way that she could, and Sara swore to herself that she would escape this place. With her thickly padded fist she pawed at the band that held her hair up in a pigtail on the right side of her head. It was difficult to do without fingers, but eventually Sara worked the tightly bound bow out of her hair. The elastic which held her hair in place was far more difficult, but with enough prodding it began to come loose. She tried shaking her head to free her hair completely, but the collar restricted her movement too much. Pawing at the elastic seemed to work, it was just a long and tiresome method. Finally though, her hair came free of it’s tail and fell gracefully to her side. Her right arm was tired to the bone by the time the right pigtail was free, and she was more than happy to place it back on the floor. Unwilling to waste any time, Sara lifted her left mitten and began to prod at the pigtail on the left side of her head. The second tail came free a little easier than the first, though her arm was still tired. As the band came close to the end of her second pigtail, Sara shook it free and finally released the remainder of her long golden hair. She still looked ridiculous and she knew it, but at least the man would realize that she was not going to lay back and accept such degeneracy.

       Sara turned toward the mirror inlaid in the padded wall. From a distance she looked too feral, so she decided to get closer. She hoped that she would look good, or at least as good as someone could in this situation. When the man came back she wanted to appear respectable and dignified. She looked terrible. The ball in her mouth and the straps that held it in place contorted her face. And she was flushed and sweaty from her fit and from the task of unbinding her hair. What hurt her most was when she looked into her own eyes. The crying had left her eyes red and puffy, with a glossy coating that made her look like she was on the verge of tears once again. Her hair fell in front of her shoulders but it was messy and unkempt. No, she did not look respectable. The tears began to flow once again as she began to come to terms with just how helpless she was.

       Sara began to grow angry again, and searched the room for other ways to rebel against her captor. She was willing to do anything to make it clear that she wouldn’t be treated this way. She wouldn’t be his animal. The floor was padded and and the toy chest was locked shut, leaving only the crate and the dog bed in the adjacent corner of the room. She could maybe kick the bed over or move it, but that didn’t seem like something that would really grab his attention. Then she had an idea... It was a risky one that would probably grant her another spanking from the psychopathic kidnapper, but she was compelled to do it. She had to show him that as long as she had even a little freedom she would fight back.

       So Sara trotted slowly to the white door and turned her backside to it. She then lowered herself to the floor and spread her stumpy legs, and released her bladder. Her urine spread across the blue and red mats all right in front of the door. When the man came back he would see. He’d see that she wasn’t going to go quietly, that she would fight him. She wishfully imagined that he’d see she was so defiant and let her go free. But she knew what that was, just a stupid fantasy. She was here until she managed to get herself away. He’d mentioned that he drove all night, she was nowhere near home. Nobody knew she was here, and so the only person who could grant her freedom was herself. But he’d let her out of the suit eventually, he had to... and when he did she could make a break for it.

       With her bladder empty Sara lifted herself back onto her padded fists and leather-bound stumps. The smell of her piss was stiff in the air, and she decided that now all there was for her to do was wait. So she crawled her way over to the big dog bed beside the crate and laid down on her side.When he comes back he will see, she told herself. He isn’t going to have his way with me so long as I can do anything to fight back. But peeing on his floor wasn’t exactly the most maiming thing in the world. She began to have second thoughts about it but decided the best thing she could do was try not to over think it and just wait until he returned. And so Sara lowered her head to the soft fur of the dog bed and closed her eyes.