This volume is the second part of a 7 volume compendium, which in total, contains 8 Caged & Transported books and 9 Sheik Husni books. The Saga contains a total of 480,000 words and describes events in Japan, Mexico and Dubai. This is the second edition of the 17 books, but the first time they have been edited into one long epic story.

From Tokyo and Folito Island, to Salim's Pony-girl stables in Dubai, the story ebbs and flows, as one character after another becomes caught up in the dramatic story. This is a unique chance to read about their Pony-girl and Puppy-girl world.

 

The 7 volumes contain the following books.

Volume 1 contains the first three Caged & Transported books.

Volume 2 contains the fourth, fifth and sixth C&T books.

Volume 3 contains the seventh and eighth C&T books,

Plus, the first Sheik Husni book.

Volume 4 contains the second and third Husni books.

Volume 5 contains the fourth and fifth Husni books.

Volume 6 contains the sixth and seventh Husni books.

Volume 7 (The Finale) contains the eighth and Ninth books.

 

 

 

1. Masumi - Rude awakening.

 

Masumi woke to the sound of knocking on her bedroom door. She slipped out from between the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. "One minute..."

"Let me in!" It was Aiko.

She crossed to the door and unlocked it. "What...?" The youngster queried sleepily. The tall determined woman pushed the door, forcing Masumi to step back. "What's so important?" she muttered.

She stood her ground, just inside the room, but Aiko strutted past and turned to face her. Tapping a crop in her gloved hand, she glanced up and down Masumi's naked body.

"I've just been down to the stables and I'm far from happy," she exclaimed.

"What time is it?" The youngster asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"It's seven-thirty and you should be up and about by now!"

Masumi sighed, pushed the door shut and expressed her exasperation by gesturing in the air.

"I worked till nine o'clock, Aiko. Ease off a bit, for god's sake!"

Captain Tom Sullivan had arrived at the lodge and she was looking forward to meeting him, but Aiko had other ideas. She instructed her and her sister, Sakkara, to organize a thorough cleaning of both the Pony-girl and Pony-boy stables. The job was on top of their normal training and exercise duties, meaning that their workload was doubled.

Masumi was miffed. Aiko had cunningly side-lined her during the day, so that she avoided meeting Tom, who spent less than 12 hours at the lodge, before returning to his ship and setting sail.

He normally stayed a few days on the island, so she had every hope of meeting the Englishman and having sex with him during his stay, despite Aiko being around.

The dominatrix was 30 years old, and 5'6" tall, an inch taller than Masumi, but the stiletto heels on her black knee length boots boosted her height to almost 6 feet. She had a classic feline figure, held her head high and exuded an air of authority and dominance. Long, jet black hair framed her round face and delicate complexion, which was dominated by her luscious wide lips.

But it was her savage emerald green eyes, which gave away the true nature of her vicious temperament. Most of the men on the island were reduced to jelly with one hard stare, but Masumi had gotten used to her moods over the years and usually got along with her.

Aiko's world revolved around a string of fetishes, in which she was always the controlling force. She was wearing a tight fitting black latex skater style dress that flared out from her hips and fell to mid-thigh. She loved to power dress and usually strutted around with a crop in her hand. Masumi felt vulnerable, but because of her masochistic tendencies, felt a thrill standing naked in the presence of such a dominant personality.

She had lost count of the amount of thrashings she had received from Aiko's crop and suddenly felt the urge to antagonize her into giving her another one.

"If Tom hadn't arrived you wouldn't have worried about the stables."

"Don't talk to me like that, you little brat!" Aiko spat, and then lifted the flapper of the crop into Masumi's face. "The stables are still in a mess! If you and your sister spent less time in the hay, you'd get more work done. I'm tired of your laziness and if I thought a hiding would buck your ideas up, I'd give you one!"

The younger girl stepped back and was pleased with the reaction but tried not to show it. Goading the woman was a dangerous hobby but she didn't want to push her too far.

"You were worried that Tom would chase me around the Lodge!" Masumi exclaimed, a trifle too enthusiastically.

Aiko was extremely possessive toward the English Captain, especially whenever he returned to the Island with a shipment of girls. The dominant woman was a control freak and loved nothing better than cuckolding and denying the Englishman sex. Masumi, if she got the chance, took full advantage of his frustrated state whenever the opportunity cropped up during one of his visits.

Masumi met Tom for the first time two years earlier in Tokyo, just after a snatch nearly turned into a disaster. Aiko and Takumi decided to send her back to Folito Island aboard the ship, so she spent 4 days with Tom in his cabin. There was only a single bunk, but Tom soon got used to sharing it with her.

The exasperating thing was that nobody took her seriously, even though she was distantly related to Jirou, on her father's side. The younger Tanaka brother, Jirou, or BJ for short, managed the development and research centre on Folito Island. He half owned the Tanaka Tyre company in partnership with his brother, Hiroto. Together and with Aiko's father, Professor Yimada, the trio invented and developed a breathable latex membrane that could be permanently coated onto human skin.

Being Professor Yamada's daughter gave Aiko her kudos and she was determined to make the most of it by strutting around and giving orders. Masumi's taunt didn't go down too well with Aiko. The vindictive woman suddenly reached out and grabbed Masumi by the throat.

"You think you can take my place in Tom's bed?" she hissed through gritted teeth.

Her attack caused Masumi to step back and butt up against the edge of a small, rectangular dining table. The younger woman used it in the main as an artist's work surface, so it was littered with pencil and charcoal sketches in various stages of completion. She threw her hands back to stop herself from falling backward, but the papers slipped and she ended up on her back staring up into Aiko's blazing green eyes.

"Aiokkkkkooo!" Masumi protested in a strained gargle.

"Listen carefully, Masumi. Tom set sail last night, so you'll have to find someone else to wag your fat arse at!" Aiko growled. "Things are changing around here and I'm going to expect you to make more of an effort. Hirito is no more. BJ owns the whole company now and I'm his number one Lieutenant. You do my bidding. Do you understand?"

The dominatrix relaxed her grip to allow her naked captive to respond.

"Y... Yes Miss," she replied, relaxing a tad. "What's happened...?

"Roll over and take your punishment!" Aiko commanded. "You know the routine!"

Masumi knew better than to challenge her authority, so lifted her body and rolled sideways, pushing her sketches aside in the process. As she laid down on her front, her ample breasts cushioned her position. The bruises from Aiko's last thrashing hadn't quite disappeared, so she was prepared for a higher level of pain than usual.

Aiko liked her subject to spread themselves when she inflicted a whipping, so she worked her body forward a little and lifted her knees up onto the table, thus opening herself up to the dominatrix. Thigh splits was the extreme form of submission that Aiko usually expected when lying on her front.

The hump of her smooth vulva rested on the table top, but her curving lips were vulnerable and a prime target for the 4-inch leather flapper on the end of the vindictive woman's crop.

The only predictable thing about Aiko, was that her sadistic streak would drive her on to cause as much pain as possible with the minimum amount of effort on her part.

Masumi bit her lip and waited for the onslaught.

 

 

2. Aiko - Envy and anger.

 

Aiko Yimada waited, tapping the crop's flapper in the palm of her hand, while Masumi manoeuvred herself on the small dining table. The younger woman adopted a position the dominatrix demanded and one that the younger woman had assumed countless times over the years.

If she was ever fraught or stressed, then it was usually Masumi who she picked on to relieve the tension. Aiko loved inflicting pain, from wayward Pony-boys to errant estate staff, they had all felt the snap of her whip, or the heat from her crop.

Masumi's masochistic tendencies made her the perfect target when in the lodge, for there were no other options usually available. Besides, she had a virtually flawless body that Aiko was secretly attracted to.

The previous day, she and BJ took the extreme step to overpower his brother, Hiroto. They imprisoned him in one of the transit cages that were normally used to transport the captured girls to the island. Then she gave the order for him to be disposed of, minced and put into the animal food chain.

Hiroto had become a thorn in their side, continually interfering in the programs that BJ and her father, Professor Yamada were trying to promote and manufacture. His secretary, Penny, was an unexpected hindrance in their plan. The interfering brother hadn't announced that he was bringing her with him.

However, as luck would have it, the stupid girl played right into her hands by donning a fetish Puppy-girl suit, as a prelude to having sex with Hiroto. The unfortunate PA was currently in a cage in Aiko's new apartment waiting to be dealt with.

Aiko studied Masumi's perfect body, enviously. The svelte youngster was perfectly proportioned and her muscles were well toned, although some might say that her breasts were too large. However, Aiko, who was bisexual, assessed that the younger woman's body fitted her own criteria of perfection to a tee. For a girl of 5'5", she had long legs, with strong, parallel inner thighs and graceful curving outer lines.

She was supple, so with her knees up on the edge of the table her thighs were in a straight line, only divided by the gash of her splayed pussy. Her tits were large, the way she liked them, and her chunky cherry red areolas and nipples screamed to be nibbled. She had suppressed the Sapphic side of her character, with some success, but it was difficult with so many pulchritudinous girls on the island.

The globes of Masumi's buttocks were pleasingly firm, creating a deep, wide valley that in her punishment position, revealed the clenched pucker of her tight anus. Aiko's eyes roved below her perineum to the girl's generously sized labia with its bulging lips and fleshy furrow that opened like a rose coming into bloom. Her dark and well-formed stubby clit was quite pronounced, a sign that she was highly aroused.

Masumi was 21, a year younger than her sister, Sakkara, and had kept herself in remarkably good condition, for one so lazy. Aiko stepped to the side and raised her crop. Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt!

"Neiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" squealed Masumi, when Aiko found her range on the third stroke, landing the leather flapper directly across the width of her stretched lips.

Masumi was unable to maintain her pose. Her knees slipped off the table and her legs scissored in the air lewdly. Aiko watched her performance with amusement, as her legs kicked in the air in a frantic attempt to relieve the pain.

"Please Miss!" the younger woman cried.

"Shut up and get your knees up!" she hissed, changing position so she could deliver 5 strokes from the other side. Tears hadn't started to flow, but Masumi was reluctant to return to the punishment position. Switt! "Up!" Aiko bellowed, losing patience with the girl.

"Miss, it's not fair," she cried plaintively, but returned her knees to the table surface to wait for the final strokes.

Aiko didn't waste any time. Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt!

"Neeeeei! Stopppp!" the youngster screamed, when the leather flapper made 5 direct hits on her most sensitive spot.

Masumi began by gripping the far edge of the table, while the blows were delivered, but threw her hands back to try and defend her vulnerable butt cheeks. She was too late, for the damaging blows were delivered in rapid succession and her legs were once again doing a lewd dance beyond the table.

"Having a hot cunt for a couple of days will remind you to stay away from Tom during his next visit. Stay where you are Masumi. I'll get some cream from your shower room."

Aiko left the girl sobbing and rubbing her derriere furiously, while she went for the cream. When she returned, Masumi had assumed her punishment position again, looking like a frog about to jump across the table. Aiko started to apply a liberal amount of the slimy balm up and down her lips and across the centre of her peachy buttocks.

The sobbing receded and was replaced with appreciative sighs, especially when Aiko slipped two fingers into her gaping orifice. The girl's quim was sodden, making it exceedingly easy to spear her young tightness.

"Masumi. I want you to dress quickly, grab a bite to eat and meet me at my new apartment at nine o'clock," she said softly, while continuing to massage the youngster's succulent folds. "I have a lot to deal with today, so I want you to help Kartu with Penny. By the way, I'm in Hiroto's old suite."

Masumi trembled for a few moments and then went into a rapid series of jarring spasms as her orgasm took hold. It was a good time to fit a restraint on her. The stainless-steel clamp she held in her free hand was a brand new, tazer devise and the first time she had fitted one. Once the clam-like halves of the tiny hinged clamp were closed, she would need to unlock it with an Alan key before it could be opened.

Masumi didn't sense any danger when Aiko withdrew her fingers and massaged her clitoris, but yelped when she snapped the clamp shut on her ridge of clitoral flesh.

"Aiko! What are you doing?" Masumi cried, dropping her knees, and getting to her feet.

The youngster turned around and bending forward, examined her pussy. Aiko watched with amusement when Masumi pulled her lips apart and stared at the restraint. The stainless-steel clamp felt small in her hand but looked much larger nestling within Masumi's lips.

"This hurts Aiko. Please take it off!" she protested, while gingerly feeling around the shiny restraint with her fingers.

"No! It stays to the end of the day. Call it an experiment or a punishment. I don't care. Hiroto fitted similar clamps to all three of Penny's nubs, so thank your lucky stars I'm leaving your nipples alone!"

Masumi's face was red from her recent orgasm, and from anger at being clamped like one of the Pony-girls in her care. She used similar devises to achieve faster lap times on the track, or for punishing the fillies when they misbehaved. The threat of even the slightest tazer jolt through the clamps, produced amazing results and compliant, obedient animals.

"Surely BJ can't have agreed to you doing this, Aiko," Masumi whined, accepting that the clamp was locked and immovable until Aiko released it. "I can't walk around with this damn thing on show..."

"Stop moaning Masumi. BJ has given me overall control of the staff, so you won't get a sympathetic ear from him. Put some panties on if you're worried about what people think. I'll be judging your work rate today and if you're as lazy as yesterday, I'll leave it on." Aiko took the controller out of her pocket and held it up. "Get dressed and don't forget to meet me at my room at 9 o'clock. I'll buzz you if you keep me waiting!" she added in a threatening tone.

The younger woman looked upset, but remained silent, lest she was zapped there and then. Aiko was envious of and attracted to the stunningly beautiful girl in equal measure. The girl was an enigma with her wild strawberry blonde hair, inherited from a Swedish grandmother. Her best feature was her amazing hazel-green eyes, which were huge and dominated her face. But, all her other features were of a classic Japanese beauty.

A slightly oval face, round chin, skin like frosty icing and elegant soft curves, highlighted her stunning complexion. Her nose was strong, yet narrow and was also formed with graceful smooth lines. Her philtrum lifted her upper lip slightly and because her lips were full and heavy, they gave the impression she was about to form a kiss, thus luring the observer with her wanton expression.

"All right," Masumi conceded gloomily. "I'll be there."

Aiko put the controller back in her pocket, turned with a swish of latex and left Masumi's room. Having whipped the girl's butt, the tension and stress had gone, leaving her feeling better prepared to handle the imminent arrivals of the company directors. She was going to have to sell them a difficult story and bring as many of the elderly men around to her way of thinking, otherwise her plan would fail.

Would they accept her at the head of the company? Only time would tell!

 

 

3. Penny - Confinement fetish.

 

Penny Soshi sobbed quietly to herself. The previous evening, she had been squeezed into a ridiculously small cage by the vindictive dominatrix, Aiko, and left to suffer through the whole night. Her prison was a state-of-the-art cage, made from thick stainless-steel bars. She could hardly move in the confined space and would remain inside until someone helped her out.

The slippery floor was covered with her urine, sweat and tears. She couldn't move in any direction and had to stay huddled up with her arms and legs tucked underneath her body. She was a masochist and enjoyed various levels of confinement, but the cage was taking things too far!

She and her boss Hiroto, arrived on the island the previous morning and were welcomed by BJ, Aiko and Tom Sullivan, who captained the Tanaka Rubber Company's cargo ship. Penny had worked for Hiroto since he rescued her from a Go-Go bar, 4 years earlier and was not only his PA, but his willing submissive in any of a long list of fetishes that he practiced.

Aiko and BJ made their move later in the day, imprisoning Hiroto in a transport cage, then forced her into one of the Puppy-girl punishment cages. She had foolishly enticed Tom to have sex with her, which antagonised Aiko and was probably part of the reason for sadistically subjugating her and forcing her into the mini-prison.

After Tom fucked her, while she was suspended in rope restraints, he helped her don the latex Puppy-girl suit that Hiroto made especially for her. Hiroto kept latex skinned Puppy-girls in an annex to his office, to satisfy a burning fetish for latex and transformation. The girls were the recipient of a permanent latex skin and kept in cages, so Hiroto and his technicians could keep an eye on them and look for signs of rejection.

He made a removable suit for Penny, which he brought with him to Folito Island. It was that suit that Penny persuaded Tom to squeeze her into, so she could surprise Hiroto when he returned to his suite of rooms. Unfortunately, it was Aiko who discovered her curled up on the sofa and proceeded to punish and abuse her until the cage arrived.

Her hind legs were folded in the rear legs of the latex suit, so she could strut around comfortably on her hands and knees like a real dog. Realistic rubber paws, a tail, a dog's head, complete with nose and ears were all moulded into the suit's design.

An elongated slot freed up her anus and pussy, so she could defecate and be fucked like an animal. Small holes were located for her areolas and nipples, which protruded impressively. The suit was incredibly tight, as was the slot between her thighs, which was designed to draw her lips apart to reveal her inner flesh and make a feature of her clitoral ridge.

A shock collar was built into the suit, which restricted her utterances to a single sound - a bark, high pitched or low, depending on the pain level and situation. She was wearing tazer clamps on her clit and nipples and Aiko had smeared a special balm on her cunt and anal whorl to increase her arousal levels, so she was gagging to be fucked.

A sound on the other side of the room alerted her that someone had entered and was approaching the cage. She couldn't tell the time, because a black blanket covered her prison, but shadows through the material suggested that the sun had risen. The blanket was suddenly whisked away, flooding her with bright light.

"Ruuuuuuu," she growled pathetically, trying to signal her absolute desperation to be released from the cage.

A huge Japanese man stood peering down at her with a distasteful expression on his face. He was dressed in a pair of baggy brown shorts and a fawn, short sleeve shirt that was too small to button up. The result was his huge stomach bulged over the waistband of the shorts and his man boobs pushed the shirt aside to reveal a tangle of thick wiry hairs across the expanse of his massive chest. Penny wouldn't have been surprised if the man had been a sumo wrestler at some point in his life.

"Well, well, well, what has Aiko caught here?" he asked out loud.

"Ruuuuuuu!" she pleaded.

"What? You want Kartu to fuck and then train you to be a good bitch?"

"Ruuuuuuu!" she screeched in a higher timbre, but Kartu disappeared out of her line of sight.

Moments later she felt the rear door of the cage being lowered and then caught her breath when fingers began to stroke her exposed sex.

"Very nice," he muttered as he examined her tender flesh.

"Ruuuuuuuuuu!" she squealed again, hoping he'd pull her from the cage.

"Shut up bitch!" Kartu growled. "Gotta take a look at your holes and loosen them up. The mistress wants you good'n ready if one of the Doys happens along. Those animals work fucking hard and deserve a treat every now and again..."

Two large digits slipped into her creamy quim and jagging back and forth for about 10 seconds, before withdrawing and attacking her anus.

"Ruuuuu!" Penny cried, when the trainer's slippery fingers plunged into her rectum without any regard for her protesting muscles. "Muuuumph," she moaned in absolute despair.

She couldn't move, so was completely at the mercy of the heavyweight trainer.

"Hold still, bitch. I'll dump a load at this end and then you can have the rest of your breakfast."

Penny squeezed her eyes shut and didn't have long to wait before her tormentor was prodding her pucker with the crown of his cock. She wanted to cry out, but knew that the consequences were more terrible than the approaching pain from the butt fucker.

"Uhhhhhhhhrrrr," she groaned when Kartu drove his fat shaft into her rectum, having used her juices for lubrication.

He began slowly and quickly picked up speed. Soon, the cage was shaking as his hips hammered Penny's cheeks and his gigantic nads slammed into her mons.

Uhhhhhhhhhh!" was all she could cry for fear of triggering her collar and clamps.

"Fucking hell, bitch. You pucker doesn't want to let go of my cock!"

Thankfully, he wasn't a stallion and was soon ejaculating deep inside her imprisoned body. Moments later he appeared in front of her and lifted the front of the cage up to tilt it about 30 degrees.

Gravity took over and before Penny knew what was happening, she was sliding from the cage. Unable to slow her descent, she tumbled off the edge of the coffee table and landed with a thud on the cold ceramic tile floor.

"Uhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as she straightened out and tried to stretch her stiff muscles.

The huge trainer walked across to a set of patio doors, unlatched them and drew one side open to let some cool morning air into the room.

"Get up lazy bitch," growled Kartu, nudging her comatose body with his sandaled foot. "I haven't got all day. You know where the dumping area is. Get your ass over there pronto. I'll be over in a minute with another bitch, so behave yourself, or you'll get a flogging!"

Penny managed to stumble to her paws and stagger toward the open door and the brief spell of freedom she was being offered. She gingerly trotted down the step, crossed a narrow gravel path and set off across the lawn toward the area she had used the previous night to take a shit.

She hadn't gone more than 50 yards when a Dog-boy emerged from the border on the far side of the lawn. During the night, the Doys were left to roam within the grounds, so seeing one on their own, Penny assumed that the guards hadn't arrived to put the creatures back on their leads. She was shocked, because there could be more Doys patrolling the gardens and security fence.

Penny glanced from the Doy to the dumping area and calculated that she had the shorter distance to run. She set of on a loping, awkward run, as did the Doy, but the frantic PA was slightly faster and made it to the patch of wood chippings with a few seconds to spare.

Penny found a clear spot among dozens of piles of feces and lowered her butt so that she could add another. The Dog-boy adopted a similar pose on the lawn, some 10 feet away, to wait for her to finish. He obviously didn't want to venture into the messy area and was quite content to bide his time.

It was a contrast to the previous day, when Aiko took her out on a lead and allowed a guard to release his Doy, who promptly mounted her, while she adopted a submissive pose. She felt sorry for the young man within the latex skin, who was consigned to live the life of an animal, strutting around, guarding the Tanaka Lodge and gardens.

The moulded latex dog head, didn't disguise the eyes and slobbering mouth of a young man in his early twenties, who had been modified to fulfil the roll of a guard dog. His legs were shortened and he had been castrated, before being coated in a thick layer of the company's finest breathable rubber. The animal's latex paws, replacing his hands and knees, were realistic and essential for his security role.

Penny knew everything about the Dog-boy and Puppy-girl programs and knew that the Doys were pumped full of chemicals to heighten their senses, so they could locate intruders. The drawback to the treatment was that it increased their libido tenfold and engorged their cocks as though they had eaten a dozen Viagra pills. The creature she was looking at was a prime example, for his penis was gigantic and stood bolt upright against his belly.

"Ruff!" the Doy barked impatiently.

Penny had finished and knew that there was no way she could fight off the attentions of the creature. Besides, her quim was itching like crazy and gagging to be filled with anything that would sate her unnatural desire for sex. So, accepting her fate, she trotted onto the lawn and adopted a submissive pose by dropping her shoulders and spacing her knees apart, ensuring her cunt was well presented.

"Ruff, ruff!" he barked appreciatively, before moving forward, and pressing his face against her thrusting ass cheeks.

His thick tongue shot out and began to lap the full length of her sex, before moving up to attack her anal whorl, unwittingly cleaning it in the process. Penny, knew her tighter orifice was an attractive option that provided him with a more explosive climax, but she hoped he would use her quim first.

Once he had examined and tasted both holes, he mounted her and speared her lower, wet hole in one swift, violent motion. The Doy was merciless and thrust his full weight behind each thudding lunge of his hips. Within seconds he triggered Penny's orgasm, which she was determined to enjoy to the full.

"Ruuuuuu!" she growled appreciatively, but her mood soon changed to disappointment.

The athletic young Puppy-boy suddenly exited one orifice and started prodding the other. It was a painfully tight fit, but the powerful Doy wasn't going to be denied and dove in until his cock was fully embedded in her rectum.

Then he stilled, causing Penny to open her eyes and look up. There standing not six feet away was the tall figure of her new mistress, Aiko, and a shorter blonde-haired young woman, who she identified as Masumi. Aiko pointed a small remote controller and pushed the button.

"Aeeeeeei!" Penny screamed involuntarily, when every nerve in her body exploded and she saw stars.

"Urrrrrrr," the Doy moaned, after collapsing on top of the luckless young woman.

The pair lay there jerking and trembling, not from sexual gratification, but from the sharp pulses of electricity from the shock devices they were wearing!