Registering my property.

After my shower I returned to the bedroom, where Miriam confirmed that Cassie had done a thorough job of cleaning her pussy.

I nodded in satisfaction and told the girls they could use the bathroom if they needed it before letting myself fall onto the bed. "You can play with Miriam some more if you want, just remember she's mine and she will call for me if you do something I wouldn't approve of."

"Got it. Here Miri." Cassie led my doll into the bathroom and I put my hands behind my head, not worried about her trying anything while I slept.

It was early morning when I was awoken by a shout. Cassie was standing at the foot of her bed in a bathrobe, shaking her phone in the air. "What, what is it?" I grumbled, unable to make out the screen with all the movement.

"It's all over the news! Here, I'll cast it to the TV."

Cassie pressed some buttons on her phone, and the TV hanging on her wall lit up. I caught a few words from a news anchor, then the scene switched to a reporter interviewing a police chief on the stairs outside his station. "The situation caught us off guard, but our government is responding. New laws are being drafted as we speak, and some executive orders are already in place. TRAPed women can now be brought to any police station in the country to be registered as property. No priority will be given to family members, spouses, or employers, this is strictly first come first serve. Anyone who comes in with an unclaimed woman less than five feet tall can fill out the forms we've been provided with and become her legal owner. Any property in their name will be transferred as well, unless someone else has already taken it into their posession in the meantime. This can't be considered theft as the items didn't belong to anyone at the time of taking."

Cassie pressed another button and the TV screen went dark. "Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah, it means I need directions to the nearest police station. Where's Miri?"

"Sleeping in the guest bedroom. I didn't want to wake you after I was done using her yesterday. I'll make breakfast while you get her."

"Make it something we can eat quickly," I called after her as she left the room.

After I got dressed and found Miriam, we joined Cassie in the kitchen. She'd set out three bowls of cereal, which Miriam and I wolfed down hungrily. Cassie pulled up a map while we ate and gave me directions, which I thanked her for, and then I hurried out to the car with my property-to-be in tow.

The process at the station was surprisingly simple. I filled out some forms with names, addresses, and so forth while Miriam was told to take her shoes off so her height could be measured. We all know instinctively that she was under five foot and therefore a nonperson, but they still had to record her exact height "for the record," as the police clerk explained patiently. He also showed me how to transfer her belongings to my name, but repeated the warning I'd heard on TV: collecting them was my responsibility, and if someone else took them before I could they'd belong to that person. Her bank would have already absorbed the contents of her accounts, for instance.

"What about non-material posessions?" I asked. "Miriam had a restraining order against her ex, is that still enforceable?"

The clerk shook his head. "I'm afraid not, sir. All contracts signed by nonpersons have been declared invalid, as have any court orders concerning them. The silver lining is that their debts have been cancelled too, so you don't have to worry about anyone trying to collect from you."

"Shit. The guy broke into my apartment building and I'm sure he'll try to steal Miriam from me if he sees a chance to."

"We can fast-track a new restraining order for you based on the man's history with your property and that break-in, if there's evidence for it. If you'd tell my colleague everything that happened..." He gestured to a regular cop sitting behind a nearby desk.

After I told the cop how Bruce had ransacked Miriam's apartment and given him the landlord's number so he could confirm my story, the clerk waved me over again before I left the station. "You should recieve some documents in the mail in no more than one week. In the meantime, I recommend getting your property a GPS implant so she can be tracked if she's lost or stolen. There are no dedicated facilities for that yet, but the local veterinarians have informed us they're willing to perform the procedure on humans."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Miriam's face drop, but I didn't say anything. I just asked for directions, thanked the clerk, and snapped for her to follow me as I left the station.

Miriam was still sullen in the car, so I put a hand on her leg as I pulled out onto the street. "What's eating you? Don't you want to be safe from Bruce?"

She turned away, looking out of the window without realizing I could see her reflection in the glass. "I... of course I do sir. But you're taking me to the vet to be implanted. What's next, a leash and a food bowl?"

I laughed. "A food bowl huh? I do like the image of you eating on all fours, wearing a tiny skirt that leaves your pussy out and barely covers your asshole. If I let you wear anything at all."

Miriam shuddered and didn't respond, but she bit her lip when I pushed my hand under her knee-length skirt. "Would you like that? Knowing the moment I'm done eating I could come down behind you and jam my dick up your exposed cunny?"

When she still didn't say anything I moved my hand further up and pinched her clit. "Say it. Tell master his bitch would love to crawl on the ground ready to be mounted."

With a whimper, Miriam turned away from the window. "Ow! I'd like it! Please sir, I'm a good girl."

"Good girls answer when their master asks them something. Remember that or I'll actually punish you next time." I let go of her clitoris and ran my fingers down her slit, feeling the gathering moisture before I pushed one finger between her lips and made her bite her lip again.

"Yes sir. I will! Thank you sir."

I smiled without taking my eyes off the road and slowly fingered my newly-registered property until we reached the vet's office. The waiting room was packed, lots of people with sick cats and birds and other animals waiting their turn. Nobody minded the newcomers until I sat down and pulled Miriam onto my lap, which is when they noticed we didn't have a pet with us. It was just me and the little woman on my lap, fidgeting as my hands played with the hem of her skirt.

We got some curious stares, but nobody had to be told that Miriam was under five foot, and our presence here was explained by a new poster on the wall by the entrance, advertising GPS implants for TRAPed women. The ad was flanked by an older poster for a pet training manual and one showing off a shock collar. Miriam whimpered again when I pointed them out to her, but I promised there'd be no need for them if she just behaved herself. She seemed unconvinced, so I decided to distract her by slipping my hand back under her skirt, hidden by some pamphlet I had her hold open in front of us.

By the time my number was called she was panting like the sickly dog in the corner, and we were getting a lot more stares of a different nature. I ignored them and got up, making Miriam drop the pamphlet as I picked her up and carried her into the operating room.

To Miriam's great embarassment, the veterinary technician waiting there insisted I place her on all fours on the operating table and pulled her skirt up, exposing her wet cunt to everyone in the room. He wasn't shy about commenting on her state either, until the practicing vet shooed him out and picked up a big scary looking injector. When she noticed Miriam's reaction she asked me to stroke Miriam's back and hair to calm her down. When she stopped trembling, the vet touched the injector to her skin and pulled the trigger without warning, shooting its contents deep into her right buttock.

I had to hold Miriam still to prevent her from falling off the table, but before she could yell the vet had stepped over to the head of the table and shoved a treat into her mouth. "There there sweetheart, it's already over," she said and booped her nose. "I know going to the vet is scary for dumb animals like you, but at least your owner isn't having you spayed right?"

With her mouth full, all Miriam could produce was a disgruntled noise.

Annoyed, I helped her off the table and lead her to the front desk to pay the bill. On our way out, I stopped Miriam with a hand on her shoulder. "I hope that didn't hurt too much. That vet was a jerk."

"I'll be ok, sir. Just get me out of here." Miriam rubbed her butt gingerly.

"I promised to take you somewhere fun yesterday. We have time now, if you want to go."

Miriam looked glum as she shook her head. "No sir. Thank you, but I just want to go home and pretend I wasn't just chipped like a goddamn dog. Please?"