Nabiki got back on her feet as quickly as she could. She made to martial arts kicked at her flimsy looking jail. But any sudden movement set the electric collar off. She learned this last lesson the harsh way after several more attempts to break out of her kennel cage. Her next lesson was the collar would punish her for just attempting touch the wire mesh.
The only advice she got were warning yips and whines of memory from girls in other cages. The criminals who'd brought her there hadn't explained any of this to her; they'd just walked away.
I'm already being treated like a dumb animal, Nabiki thought, finally sitting down on the padded mat that covered the concrete floor of her pen. She brought her knees up to rest her arms and head on them, to think. At least she still had her pants on.
But those slacks were wet from when she shocked into losing control of her bladder. She would have to change out of them.
But she wouldn't be allowed to, of course. That had to be part of their plan for her, she reasoned. They had left her clothes on, thinking that once she became gamy, grimy and fetid enough, she'd "voluntarily" remove her clothes. They wanted to condition her to not like wearing clothes. An "animal" didn't need them, she thought sourly. She glanced up at a furry girl in one of the other cages. It must make wearing a dog suit even more distasteful.
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