Legal protection

Veronica was taking a nap, incredibly relaxed after the morning's activities. She had scooped one load of cum from her pussy into her mouth, and then sucked a second straight from the source. She was always out for an hour or so after something like that.

John was lazily scrolling AGS news on his phone. His eyes widened as he read the breaking news story. When Veronica appeared, he excitedly told her, "they made an AGS law!"

Still slightly asleep, she looked at him and tried to decide if this was good or bad news.

He explained, "they are giving masters and pets some legal status... except it's called 'guardian' and 'ward'. The law says that masters can't **** their pets, and lets them make decisions on their behalf."

Veronica rubbed her eyes.

He clarified, "if we register you, I would have the right to keep you safe and it would be illegal for someone to steal you away."

She thought about this for a moment before summarizing, "so I'd be your... property?"

He hadn't thought about it that way, "not property exactly but," he had to admit, "kind of. They really worked fast to get the laws written, so they had to model it after some existing laws."

He wished he hadn't added that detail and hoped she wasn't going to have the obvious followup question but, "which laws?"

He looked at the floor and mumbled, "the laws for pets and animal cruelty."

She scowled at him but he defended the situation, "without these laws, if somebody told you had to be a **** in his factory, you'd believe him and there's nothing anybody could do about it because it would be what 'you' wanted. With the law, at least I could say no."

She hadn't been confronted with the reality of AGS for a while, but after a moment admitted sadly, "yeah."

He explained, "you need to have a formal diagnosis of AGS. Then you can be registered and get at least a little protection. It's not foolproof, but it's a lot better than nothing. At least anybody with any decency would leave you alone."

She brightened slightly, "that sounds good, I guess."

He explained, "they'll implant an RFID tag and you can get a little tattoo that tells people you have a master who is taking care of you." He implored, "I promised I'd take care of you."

She nodded, "you promised you'd keep me safe... okay."

"I'll make you an appointment for a diagnosis." He smirked and added, "let's have lunch first. The law says I have to make sure you eat."

She laughed and sat down.

The next day, John and Veronica were sitting in a doctor's office.

Veronica started, "thank you for seeing me, Dr Brooks."

"Oh no problem at all," the doctor said, "we're doing a lot of absolute gullibility syndrome diagnoses these days."

He asked a few basic questions about her medical history, and asserted a few simple lies to make sure she believed them. John wasn't entirely happy with the way the doctor was looking at Veronica, but he tried to ignore it.

He asked her some questions about how John was treating her, confirming that she was not being abused and was generally being cared for.

Dr Brooks turned his attention to John, "I'm sorry, but some of the diagnosis must be done in private. You can wait in the reception area."

John hadn't left Veronica with another person since that night she showed up at his apartment. He nervously stepped outside, closed the door, and turned toward the reception area.

Then he quietly stepped back, lingering just outside the exam room.

As he listened, the chat between Veronica and the doctor sounded like a normal medical exam. He heard the doctor say, "it's important you disregard any instructions John has given you to hide things from me."

That seemed reasonable. John took out his phone and slouched against the wall beside the door.

A few minutes later, however, he was pretty sure he heard the doctor say, "you need to disrobe for the next part of the exam." He looked away from his phone.

Surely a doctor wouldn't take advantage of Veronica, would he? He gently pressed the door handle, finding it locked. He leaned closer to the door. A moment later he heard the doctor say, "please bend over the exam table... yes just like that. You need to spread your legs a little wider... very nice. We need to make sure that pets' vaginas are fully functional."

John had to act fast. He took a deep breath and yelled, "Veronica! You have to open the door right now or you'll die!"

Veronica burst through the door, frantic with fear. She was naked and immediately threw herself into John's arms.

John turned to see the doctor standing there stunned, with his cock hanging out of his pants.

John made sure the doctor saw the phone in his hand. He clearly panned down to his exposed penis, and theatrically tapped his screen to stop the recording he had started the moment he sensed something amiss.

He whispered to a trembling Veronica, "everything is okay now. Don't worry. The danger is gone."

He stepped back into the exam room with her as the doctor stammered an incoherent excuse.

John interrupted him, "if I abused a AGS victim, I'd go to jail. You'd also lose your license, wouldn't you?"

The doctor quieted and his shoulders slumped.

He thought about it for a moment and decided it was simplest to simply demand, "just give her the diagnosis and implant."

The doctor nodded. He sheepishly went about inserting the RFID tag into Veronica's wrist. He wrote the diagnosis and dejectedly muttered, "show this to a tattoo artist and they'll do the sign."

John said curtly, "thank you. Was that so hard?"