Why not both? This puppy belongs in diapers.

The men's rough hands ran over the girl's permanently shaved body, examining their work before finally reaching for towels and drying the bitch's body off, rubbing her raw skin until her pink body was dry - and ready to be dressed. The men drifted their hands over to her fetters and untied her from the shower, then roughly forced her down onto all fours and went to work. First, the men began by shoving a large ring gag into her mouth. Clearly, they were less interested in silencing her than in degrading the hot bitch. While the poor girl began to drool, her leather fetters were unbuckled and replaced with new ones. Swiftly, the men chained her wrists together, then linked her wrist-cuffs by short chains to fresh padded leather-fetters around her thighs, forcing her to remain on all fours. Her ankles were cuffed as well and she could only gasp in discomfort as the men bent her legs painfully at her knees, pushed her lower haunches against her thighs and linked the fetters at her ankles and thighs together, tying her legs up into little stubs ending at her knees, turning her more and more into the Bitch she so clearly was.

In the meantime, the host made sure that the other girls - except for the twins - had to watch while was commenting the entire process. "As you can see, the Bitch is now ready to be reborn. Gone is the sassy teenage girl, the human being with delusions of equality and agency, and now we're welcoming a fresh piece of fuckmeat into this world, a set of holes to be stuffed and a pair of tits to be tortured and slapped."

Inside the Losers' Lounge, the rapists, as if on cue, grabbed a hold of the poor girl's nipples and roughly pulled and twisted until they stiffened enough to decorate them with a pair of nipple clamps. The bitch cried in discomfort and shame as she felt the bite of the clamps and heard the soft jingling of the small bells dangling down from her tender titties. Next, one of the rapists lubed up a fresh, black plug and forced it into her bruised asshole, pushing it patiently, but relentlessly inside of her through her moans and screams until it plopped into place. When Cassy hung her head in defeat, she saw the little bells dangling from her breasts, but beyond, she saw the silky hair of a golden tail dangling between her legs, a tail matching her blonde hair and denoting her new status as a petgirl. She sobbed in renewed shame at this latest humiliation, even as the otehr rapist roughly pulled her hair into pigtails and tied them in place with black ribbons, turning her gorgeous blonde mane into something that resembled a puppy's floppy ears.

The puppygirl-to-be awkwardly squirmed on all fours. but her ordeal was not yet over. Back inside the show-room, the host relished in the teenager'S degradation. "And of course, we all know what happens to newborn slaves..."

With that, the two rapists grabbed the trussed-up girl and turned her over onto her back. Cassy heard a suspicious crinkling as one of the rapists went to retrieve something, then felt her bottom lifted up as something was placed beneath her lower back and ass. When her ass was pushed back down with clinking chains, the helpless girl felt something soft underneath her butt, which caused her to frown in confusion.

The unfortunate teenager had no idea what was happening. No idea that it was time for the most shameful of steps: the diapering. She heard a squirting sound as one of her rapists put some baby oil on his hands, spreading it first on his palms before applying it generously to her upper thighs, bottom and mound, even pushing a bit of it underneath the butt-plug in her rosebud with his little finger, making her squeal in shock as her eyes widened. Next, he grabbed the baby powder, generously seasoning the girl's soon-to-be-diapered-area like a dull dish with the talcum, before rubbing it in, taking his time to spread it out meticulously between her bottom-cheeks and on the protruding hill of her womanhood, once more ignoring the girl's pleas and screams. He rubbed it in until it seemed like every inch between her legs and up to her back was covered in a powdery white coating. This much powder was completely unnecessary, considering how little movement the poor girl was going to be doing in the next hours, so there really wasn't any reason to worry about chafing from the plastic-backed diaper. This was really mostly for humiliation than for any actual practical reason. When the man was assured her skin was taken care of, he grabbed the waiting diaper, complete with three booster pads, and pulled it up and against her crotch.

Only now did she realize what was happening, as she now felt the thick lush plastic enclose her bottom completely, trapping in the heat emitted by her nubile clean shaven pubic mound. She couldn't believe how hot she was down there, and how horrible the innocent crinkling of the plastic sounded to her. She moaned into her gag as she tried to shrink away from the enclosing cotton and plastic, but her rapist pulled the diaper taught across her front and bottom before pulling up the side-flaps of the backside, pulling it as tight as possible. The crinkling was now joined by the gut-wrenching sound of the tapes being loosened from their fixtures before being firmly attached to the front of the pampers. Every single one of the four tapings seemed unnaturally loud and drove home the inescapable truth of what was being done to the unfortunate girl. The rapist relished in the act of taping up the diaper around her, against her feeble struggles, taping it up tightly for a perfect fit. And fit perfectly it did; checking every inch of the legbands and waistbands, the rapist found no bunching, no openings for an accidental leak, no chance for a feisty puppygirl to wiggle free of it. It was as if her body had been made to be in diapers.

With a loud crinkling prison of plastic and gauze around the girl's bottom, she was flipped back onto her knees and hands. She felt her rapists fiddle with her diaper, causing it to bunch and crinkle embarassingly against her crotch, before they finally pulled her plug-tail through the appropriate hole left in her diaper and in the boosters for that precise reason. Even without the tail-hole, it was clear that this diaper was a custom-order; black to match the bitch's bondage, big enough to fit around the petite girl's perfect butt and easily five times as thick as a common adult diaper, even without the boosters. Finally, with her blonde tail peeking out of her pampers, the girl formerly known as Cassy looked like a fetishist's wet dream, chained up on all fours like a diapered puppy, tears rolling down her cheeks and ropes of thick drool running from her gagged mouth, dripping to the floor and pooling at her hands. She had been stripped of anything that had made her into a person, an individual. She had been utterly dehumanized and objectified. All that was left was a trussed up slavegirl, doubly degraded as a diapered pet.

In the show-room, the host looked at the assembled crowd of Cassy's friends, smirking as he confirmed to himself by their horrified expressions that they seemed to be fully motivated not to end up like her. These bitches would do their best, do whatever he ordered them to do, in order to emerge victorious in the end. Of course, the only winner here was him, he mused as he looked back at the camera. "Now for the last part. A bitch needs a collar and a collar needs a nametag. Remember that for a small additional bid, you will get the honour of naming one of our fresh slavegirls. Now let's see what name our audience has decided on for this bitch."