Seeing as Janie had qualified out of town as a Police Detective, those records were still intact, and as the nanobots were a ‘one-off’ and now dead, she could transfer back into her own department and be there again.

Now, to find her daughter…

She hadn’t been able to go back to her old home. The memories of her husband’s death beside her were still way too strong. Jill was letting her stay with her; she had said “Anything I can do” and meant it.

Jill had been a friend of the family for a while, so she was familiar with Ashley, Janie’s daughter. To hear that she had been taken at the same time as Janie was a real shock to her; this meant Ashley had been missing for almost a week! Anything could have happened to her…

Across town, Chenelle looked down at her new ‘acquisition’.

“It seems fair I have you”, she said. “After all, my Frankie is in prison now, and not coming back; seems only fair I take something of that bitch’s in return…”

Ring-gagged in her bitchsuit, on the end of a leash held by Chenelle, Ashley just whimpered…

Chenelle walked back to her bedroom, Ashley following slowly on all fours, with Chenelle occasionally tugging her leash to hurry her up.

Ashley had lost all track of time. She was still traumatised from that horrible night when her father had been murdered. She had seen them attacking her mother as she was pulled away, chained and gagged. Now she was sealed in this sodding suit, forced to walk on her elbows and knees (at least, that’s what she thought she was walking on…).

She had no way of knowing that her arms had been amputated just at the elbow, and her legs at the knees. The suit was also glued onto her, any zips and fasteners permanently welded closed. She had been permanently turned into a bondage puppy…

There was a click behind her, then a buzz. The butt plug holding in her tail had started vibrating again. Sweat poured off of Ashley’s face as she ‘walked’…

Janie, now a detective again, was using all the resources available to her to investigate anyone who had anything to do with Manzano. As such, she came across Chenelle.

She’d learned her mistake from last time, however. She took a full SWAT team with her…

The team breached the club at 1AM.  Women were found in nearly every room, in various states of undress; bruised, crying, and chained to walls or beds.

“Ashley!”, Janie yelled. “Ashley!”

“Mmmmghhh!”, came a cry…

Janie broke into Chenelle’s bedroom. She saw the dog kennel at the foot of the bed, and her daughter’s face staring out from it…

One of the SWAT team had a pair of bolt cutters, that they’d been using to free the other women. They made short work of the padlock on the kennel’s door…

Ashley waddled out, on all fours. She then reached up to Janie with her front ‘paws’, crying…

Janie picked her up and cuddled her. Chenelle made the mistake of walking back into the room from her back entrance, totally unaware of the raid…

Janie saw red. Putting Ashley on the bed, and holding her hand over Ashley’s eyes, she emptied her pistol into Chenelle, who was actually pulling her own gun…

Janie just picked up her daughter and walked out.

“Bitch tried to shoot me”, she said, as she walked past the team. Nobody argued with her…

In hospital, it was proven that Ashley’s ‘changes’ were permanent. All they could free from her was the ring gag.

Janie stayed with her daughter throughout, as did Jill. Janie awoke one night to the sound of Ashley’s quiet sobbing…

Tears in her eyes, Ashley asked her mother to kill her.

“I can’t go on like this!”, she wailed. “Stuck as a perverted version of a dog for the rest of my life! The conditioning is so bad, as well, I can’t even move unless someone is holding my leash! Please, let me die! I’m only half here, anyway; I was listening when the nurse told you what they’ve done to my arms and legs.”

Ashley just dissolved into a sobbing mess…

Janie didn’t know what to do.

“As her knees are still in there, we can give her prosthetic legs”, the doctor said, later. “It’s replacing the forearms and hands I’m concerned about. She’ll never have the dexterity she used to have. Also, we can’t seem to override the compulsion about the collar and leash; unlike your one about walking, it seems to be a lot more firmly ingrained in her, so even if we did get her walking on two legs someone would still have to hold her leash…”

“That will be me”, said Janie. “She’s my daughter; I’m going to care for her, it’s that simple.”

Despite still wanting to die, Ashley improved; she had her new legs fitted and walked for the first time, Janie as promised holding her lead.

She was heavily traumatised, though; every now she laid in bed waggling her arms, crying as she looked at the stumps.

One evening, however, she made a very unusual request…

“Mum, can you have sex with me?”, she asked. “Chenelle used to screw me at least once a week; I really miss it. Also, the battery has gone flat in my butt plug…”

“What!”, shrieked Janie. “Are you sodding crazy? I’m not having sex with my own daughter!”

“Please, mum”, said Ashley, nudging her playfully. “You’re the only one I trust…”

Janie shot up and left the room. Ashley started crying and wailing…

The poor girl was so twisted inside from her experiences, as well as her new disabilities, that she was craving sex, and her own mother seemed the safest place to get it from. At the same time, she really missed being pleasured by her butt plug…

Janie, meanwhile, was leaning against the wall outside Ashley’s bedroom, crying herself. Her poor daughter…

Jill walked in at that moment and rushed over to Janie’s side.

“What’s wrong, love?”, she asked.

“Ashley says she needs sex. She also says she wants it with me, as I’m the only one she trusts…!”

“Let me have a word with her”, said Jill. Before Janie could stop her, she walked into Ashley’s bedroom…

Janie soon heard the sounds of a loud argument.

“You selfish bitch!”, Jill cried. “Janie almost died herself, from the same people that took you. She nearly got herself killed freeing you, and all you can think about is sex!”

“I’m a sex toy, now!”, Ashley shouted back. “It’s what I do. It’s my job. It’s killing me not being used.”

Jill thought for a moment.

“How much?”, she asked.

“How much what?”, replied Ashley.

“How much for a shag? I could really do with one; this discordant family of yours is driving me nuts.”

“Just jump me, for fucks sake. You can have the first one for free, if you can give me some relief at least…!”

Jill proceeded then to screw the daylights out of Ashley. Janie just cried out in the corridor…

Jill and Ashley lay panting together on the bed.

“Fuck, you’re good!”, Ashley said. “You can come anytime.”

“I think I did”, said Jill, with a giggle. “More than once, and more than twice, I think…”

Ashley and Jill kissed each other.

“When are you going to get the nerve to marry my mum?”, said Ashley, seriously.

“What…!”