Dongbei, a city in Northern China
As the aircraft glided in the gray sky, looking outside the window, Tangerine regretted having chosen the drab Northern city to complete her bureaucratic certifications.
When she landed an unpleasant smell, a mix of coal, steel, and boiled cabbage, surrounded her.
The people around her had a roughness that made her miss the jovial, rounder men and women she was used to in the South.
Moreover, she felt the eyes of every policeman looking at her with too keen interest - was it normal? did they recognize she was a stranger or was she being paranoid?
She exited the airport building and joined the taxi queue.
It seemed that every passenger had to discuss with the driver before finally boarding the dirty, worn-out cars; sometimes the queue attendants joined the shouting and the pushing.
She was glad to have finally reached the end of the queue, ready to take her taxi when two policemen asked for her documents.
Annoyed, she pulled out her ID and gave it to them.
The pair of policemen was a short, wiry man, in a uniform which was at least a size too large, and a fat woman, with badly applied make-up and grease stains on her shirt.
"Is this all?"
"Why? What else do you need to see?"
"Lower your jeans, Miss."
"What? Are you joking?"
"Are you resisting a public officer, Miss Tangerine?"
She could see the eyes of the bystanders on her, curious to see what was going to happen.
"Why don't we go to the police station, I am sure we can sort this out, officer," she proposed smiling.
"This won't do - we can't go to the station, we would lose too much time" replied the policewoman, unfussed.
"Why do I need to lower my trousers, anyway?" asked Tangerine, sounding already desperate.
"You should know," answered the wiry policeman, grinning.
She weighed her chances: following the policemen's orders and be humiliated in front of unknown strangers, or challenging them, and ending up in a police station; she realized that she would be hidden from the public, in the hands of these unfriendly officers.
The first seemed the smart choice: so unwillingly, she unzipped her blue jeans and lowered them to her knees.
"The panties now!"
"What??? You must be joking..."
"Do you prefer we do it by ourselves, after having cuffed you?" asked the policewoman.
In the end, she didn't have much of a choice, realized Tangerine, and unhappily she lowered her panties.
"Put your hands on the top of your head!" ordered the policeman, before taking a good look at her prettily shaved pussy.
"Very well...now turn!"
Obediently, she turned to show them her round, lovely ass.
"As I thought..." she could hear the policeman commenting behind her.
"Turn!" ordered again the policewoman, and when she was facing them she squeezed Tangerine's boobs with her hands, pinching her fat nipples between thumb and finger.
"What are you doing?" shouted Tangerine, crying in pain, but not daring to lower her hands.
"Shut up, Miss - replied the policewoman, and then she added to her colleague - as we thought, also no bra, like the little slut she is, not that she needs it, with such tiny tits..." she concluded sharing a laugh with the man.
"I am no slut!" shouted the girl, while a little crowd of passersby had stopped and were enjoying the show, some snapping pictures with their mobile phones.
"Yes Miss Tangerine...not only you are a slut...but you are a pet too! "
At this comment, she lowered her head, defeated, while the crowd around her started whispering.
Yes, it was true, she was her owner's little pet, and her little slut too. Actually, she was her little anal slut....blushing, she thought if the policemen knew that detail too.
Now the policewoman looked at her sternly, while she was standing, her hands on the top of her head, her panties and blue jeans lowered to her ankles, her pussy and ass showing, her hard thick nipples pushing against the T-shirt fabric.
"You have no brand, no tattoo, no tag certifying your ownership...you are a mongrel, you are an unowned pet, who should be taken to a public kennel!"
"I am not an unowned pet! I have an owner! He gave me a dog tag certifying he owns me!" replied Tangerine, almost shouting.
"Then the dog tag should be dangling from your neck..or a nipples' ring...or from a pussy clamp...all the time..."
"I didn't know that..." replied the girl, now fully aware that she was in the policemen's hands, while the crowd nodded, confirming that a pet without any sign of ownership was a mongrel to be taken to a kennel to await for her destiny.
