Chapter Twenty-Five
A Trip To Hell
The first inkling that my life was to change came when Mistress released me from my cell and immediately proceeded to place me in my shipping kennel. The last time I had been placed in it was when I was purchased by my new Master and Mistress, and that was now at least two or three years in the past.
Mistress had obviously studied the kennel’s design thoroughly, for I was soon fastened securely within the deeply padded little prison, tugging uselessly at my chains in the utter blackness of its sealed interior. I had already been rendered sightless by my Correction Suit before she forced me into the kennel and it too was light tight so that I was doubly blinded. The other pets were also loaded into their own kennels and all of our innocuous shiny ste
