As a young child I spent many of my summers working at my Uncle Jim's pet shop. I loved animals and since my parents wouldn't let me have a pet, working there was more like fun then work. Don't get me wrong, lugging around large bags of dog food and cat litter wasn't easy or fun but getting to play with the animals afterwards made it worth while.
As I grew older I wasn't able to spend as much time at the store anymore. My classes got harder, girls got cuter, and I needed to get a job that would pay, so eventually I had to stop going to Jim's store altogether. It was sad at first but as life got busier my mind became more and more preoccupied and eventually I had completed forgotten about those wonderful days. That is, until recently.
It was graduation day in my senior year in college when I received a telegram from Mr. Seben, the family lawyer. It seems Uncle Jim had died only a few days ago and since he had no children of his own he had left his pet store to me. The letter from the lawyer included a section written by him that advised me to sell the store since it had not been doing very good business for years. I considered what the lawyer had written and almost decided to put the store up for sale when I felt strong urge, as if the fates were telling me not to sell. I though maybe this was sign. I was graduating and yet had not been able to secure a job. Maybe fate had been planning for me take over the store all along.
In the end I decided I should at least go and look around the store, for old time sake if for nothing else.
When I arrived at the store I found that Mr. Seben had been more then polite when he described the state of my Uncle's store. What had been an inviting, well kept little corner shop now was falling apart and stunk of decay. The outside of the building was covered in flyers, political posters, and gang tags. With the outside as it was I was afraid to peer into the inside but I knew I had too.
I couldn't even imagine the old store when I looked inside. The cages were empty and turned over, many of them rusted or broken apart at the hinges. All of the pet food bags had been ripped open and their contents were scattered across the floor. The rank odor I had smelled outside was even stronger in here and was amplified by the sound of rats gnawing away at wood and food remains somewhere in the store.
I was ready to turn around when I heard something heart wrenching. I had to strain my ears to make sure I heard it because it was so faint but I knew that it was there. There was a faint whimper coming from the back of the shop. The tone was definitely canine and it sounded like it was in pain. I tried hard to keep myself from crying but despite my attempted bravado I couldn't keep a few small tears from rolling down my cheek.
The poor thing had probably injured itself in part of the decaying remains of the store and had been trapped in the building for days or even weeks. Even if I did nothing else with this rats nest I couldn't leave without helping that poor dog.
I followed the sound of the whimpering all the way through the store to the back storage room and found that the door was unlocked.
"At least it should be easy to rescue the mutt" I thought to myself as I opened the door and looked inside.
I stood in the doorway completely still for a moment from the shock of what I saw. There was no dog in this back room at all. Only one cage in the whole store was still intact and it was in this back room. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was so barbaric. Locked inside the cage was a woman, and naked no less.
"You poor thing, how did you get stuck in this…" I said to her as I walked over to her and began to open the cage. With the cage partway unlocked I stopped in shock for no less then the third time since I arrived at the store.
At first I thought someone had played a perverted joke on her. Her cage was obviously designed for a large breed of dog and before who ever had locked her up in the cage had attached a dog collar and fake dog ears onto her head.
When I spoke to her she slowly lifted her head to look at me. I could see from the glazed look in her eyes that she hadn't eaten in days but as soon as I removed the pin that held the cage door shut her eyes changed. Exhaustion and depression where replaced by the joy of freedom and without even a pause she bounded out of her cage.
It seemed odd to me that after being imprisoned in that cage that she would crawl out of the cage. The first thing I had expected her to do was stand up and take off the fake ears yet instead she remained on all fours and began to rub up against my legs in a playful manner.
I was about to ask her who had done this to her and if she wanted me to call the police when I noticed two things that just didn't make sense. First, someone had attached a tail to her but it wasn't inserted into her ass and I couldn't see any suction cup to hold it on. Secondly, I suddenly realized her tail was waging.
"You must be my new master!" She said, turning her face up to mine so that I could see the elation in her eyes.
"Who did this to you?" I asked her as her previous statement started to soak in.
"Did what? Ohhh…. You smell like my old master."
"What do you mean what? Who put you in that cage? Wait, I smell like your old master? Who was you old master?"
"Master Jim gave me this cage. Isn't it nice? I got some nice blankets in there to make it more comfortable. None of the other cages have that!" She said proudly, as if it were something to brag about.
"My uncle did this to you?"
