Treat Me Like a Dog (Private thread)

"Easy, easy, little fella." Lisa smiled as the little black lab puppy squirmed in her hands, trying to keep the pup from falling as she brought him over to the vet's exam table. "Thanks for looking him over, Doc. His siblings were all adopted earlier this week, but this poor little guy got left behind. I was thinking of keeping him for myself."

Doctor Hawthorne shook his head, chuckling as he started to exam the dog, glancing to Lisa over the brim of his glasses. "You can't keep every animal that doesn't get adopted for yourself, hun," he reminded her as he checked the dog's legs. "I know you love animals. But you do this every time there's a separated bunch of siblings. Isn't that how you ended up with Toby?"

"Yeah..." She sighed, frowning as she ran her finger's over the pup's head. "But he's so cute... I hate to leave him in the shelter every night, poor guy."

"Lisa." The doctor passed the puppy back, smiling still. "Every animal has its proper home, and its proper master. They just need to find each other is all. Someone will find this little guy. You're right, though. He is a cute little scamp." He chuckled again, patting the dog's head. "Now you bring him back to the shelters, and I'll see what I can do on help getting him a home, alright?"

"Thanks, Doc..." She smiled, cuddling the puppy into her arms as she started out to her car. Doctor Hawthorne was one of the reasons she even worked at the shelter, Lisa having been one of those kids who had to help every animal she could when she was young. She never felt that close to other people, but when it came to animals... She felt more connected. Animals understood things people never did, could make you feel so many things without ever saying a word. People always seemed to be out to hurt each other in one way or another, whether it was with words or actions. Doc had introduced her to the shelter when she was old enough to get a job, and had been there nearly 5 years now. She had made a few friends there; other people who loved animals, felt the same as she did... coworkers, regular visitors, some of the delivery guys that came in with supplies.

Part of that was how her plans for the evening had come about; some of those friends from the shelter had invited her to join them for a night out. She never was a big partier, but the idea of getting out for a bit did have some promise. Maybe it could get her to calm down around others, stop being the 'wild dog' that one of the guys had jokingly deemed her. It wasn't her fault she had a short temper sometimes...


The night had started well enough.
There was some drinks...
...Some dancing...
...Some fun...

...But there was part of the night that she just simply could not remember.
That must have been when whatever happened- happened.

She awoke in an unfamiliar place, her head reeling, a horrible taste on her mouth and a haze to her vision. It was hard to see, hard to make out exactly where she was. Her body felt so stiff and sore. She tried to stand, but found it impossible- not only from the pain in her legs, but because she simply couldn't. There wasn't enough room. What the hell?

Her hand raised, still feeling like it was separate from her body, hitting against wire wall before her harder than she intended. A little panic kicked in then, the hand slamming up against the roof above her as well. She screamed out, that slight panic turning to a full on terror. "This isn't funny! Let me the hell out of here!," She shrieked, her heart racing as she latched her fingers onto the wires and shook the door. She felt ill, trying hard to keep her stomach controlled as she screamed again. "Get me the fuck out!"

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Lisa Owens, Age 21.

Theo saw his mark as soon as she entered the club. Biding his time from the counter he turned his eyes on the girl every now and again, seeing where she was in relation to her friends and her drink. It took some time before he found his opportunity. Walking along the counter he reached into his pocket and pulled out something small while his eye was trained on the dancefloor and the bartender. Theo did his best to melt with the crowd, to remain unnoticed while he stirred the dangerous concoction that would claim Lisa’s awareness.

Through the night he was able to talk to her, dance with her and lead her out of the club unnoticed. Sometime between buckling her seatbelt for her and getting to his place she passed out. A half hour of driving and she could’ve lost consciousness anywhere but he was confident in the drug and positive that she wouldn’t wake until at least a few hours had passed. That would give him enough time to do what he wanted to do to her. She was so fond of dogs, of animals; he was going to turn her into one.

In the darkness of the night he pulled into his garage which was attached to his house. Closing the garage door he stepped out of his car and opened the passenger’s side. Taking the girl into his arms he brought her through his side door, closing that behind him. Then he walked down a set of stairs arriving at a furnished basement after getting through another door, this one with a lock, bolt and chain on the outside. It wasn’t made to keep people safe on the inside, it was made to keep people locked inside.

Toward the corner of the room was the kennel he bought for this occasion. Laying the girl on the ground he pulled the kennel toward the center of the room. It was heavy but she wasn’t going anywhere. Theo’s hand disappeared inside his pocket as he pulled out his keys again, this time to unlock two separate thick locks that kept the door shut. Once it was freed he gathered the girl up and shoved her inside. Slamming the door closed he locked the kennel again, deciding to let her body wake her up when she was ready.

Picking up a pair of dog bowls nearby he placed them under his arm as he returned his keys to his pocket. Staring at her he wondered what would go through her mind the minute she’d wake up. And how we’ll she’d acclimate to her new lifestyle. She was going to have to adjust. There was no other way.

Then he left her. He locked the door, bolted and set the chain as he climbed the stairs to the rest of the house. Setting the bowls on the counter he spent a short time painting her name on them, in black. One for food, the other for water. When through he laid down newspaper on the counter just incase, setting them on it to dry through the night.

Feeling as though he’d accomplished what he set out to do, Theo stripped down, took a shower and went to bed. Waking at eight in the morning he yawned, stretched and got dressed. There was no point in waiting. If she wasn’t awake by now, he was going to wake her. Theo crossed into the sink, gathered the bowls and left the room for the stairs. Before unlocking the door he pressed his ear to the door, ensuring that the girl hadn’t somehow escaped. He’d have to install a peephole.

On the other side he heard screaming, wanting out. Theo couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself as he released the door from its locks and stepped inside the basement. Closing the door he moved toward the kennel, his eyes running over the girl. He set the bowls in front of her cage, her name visible on both of them.

“It looks like you’re awake,” Theo began. “You’ve had quite a night last night. That’ll be the last time you’ll ever be going out alone. A beautiful girl like you should be kept on a short leash, trained to do her owner’s bidding. I understand that won’t come right away. It’ll take time to house break you but I’m willing to invest it. Maybe I’ll use you for fighting... or breeding,” he teased her with a grin as he briefly stopped talking.

“I understand young pups like to play, or check out their surroundings when things are new. Are you in the mood to play? Hungry? But if you’re still riled up and looking to bite, I’ll leave you here until you settle down.”

Lisa screamed again as the man entered the room, her still hazed mind finding him slightly familiar... but not enough to silence her. "Get me out of this!," She growled furiously, fingers twining into the metal grating as she glared up at him. He acted as though nothing was wrong. Like this was some type of normal thing.

He even spoke that way. So calm, so collected and nonchalant. It only pissed her off more, grinding her teeth as she watched him, growing more and more irate as he spoke. What he said didn't make sense. Wouldn't be going out alone? What, did he think he was doing her some kind of heroic favor with this shit?

Lisa was starting to recognize him now; the tone of his words, the stance, the smile. That guy from the club. She had been fairly well along in her drinks by the time she had even started talking to him. When he spoke of owners and housebreaking, fighting and breeding, it all began to flood into her mind. She choked, horrified. He truly was insane, wasn't he?

"You sick bastard, let me out of this goddamn thing!," She snarled in return as he stood there, watching her like the pup he seemed to have deemed her. Lisa felt ill to look at him now, the realization of it all starting to add up. Looking to the floor before her, she gave a disgusted noise at the bowls, pounding the heel of her palm against the door in frustration, only to look up again as he asked on how she would behave.

Did he really need to ask that? She simply stared at him a moment, her upper lip curling into a sneer. She was so angry she couldn't even speak. Instead, she simply screamed again, once more gripping the door and shaking it as hard as she could. Whatever he had done was still messing with her, though... Her arms felt so heavy when she tried to get moving too much, the screams she kept giving making her head reel. Between that and her stomach, it was getting hard to keep trying. Gasping softly, she released the grating, instead resting on her knees and hands as she stared at the floor beneath her.

"I want you to get the hell away from me...," She finally managed to croak out, her throat sore from the yelling already. "Y-You touch me, and I swear- I swear to god I'll... I'll make you regret it..."

Theo ignored her pathetic pleas, demands while he went about, setting the bowls in front of her. The girl could scream and yell all she wanted but that wasn’t about to change his stance on anything. The man had been wanting this too long, had been wanting to find and capture just the right girl for his pet project.

“Don’t hit the cage,” he spoke plainly as he stood over her, looking at her through the bars. “You’ll only hurt your paws. And if you keep howling, I’ll have you muzzle you and you’re such a beautiful little bitch that I wouldn’t want to have to do that.

“You might need another night to calm down,” he spoke mostly to himself as he picked up the bowls. One he placed on the counter and the other at the base of a small sink. That one he filled with water after he attended to the other, opening a small cupboard under the sink and pulled out a small cup filled with dry dog food. Theo had considered offering the softer foods first but decided she’d probably be rebellious, refuse to eat and make a mess of everything. Dropping the food into the bowl he tossed the cup back under the sink and stood, turning off the water to the faucet. With both bowls full he brought them back to her kennel, slipping them just under the front where there were two holes just large enough for her to eat and drink, but just small enough so she wouldn’t be able to drag them inside her prison.

“I’ll come back for you in about six or seven hours to take you outside. And I want you to take off those clothes before I get back. My pets don’t wear clothes. If you want to make a mess of your food and water or don’t take off your clothes by the time I return, your ass is mine,” Theo ended unceremoniously. He left after that, uncaring about anything she’d have to say or questions she may have had. Theo wanted an effect on the girl, wanting her to know that he was going to ignore any word she spoke. Dogs didn’t talk.

Meanwhile, in the passing of the hours he left home to get a few minor things. A peephole, a large collar, leash and a small electric prod he was sure he’d need. Already in the basement, leaning against a corner wall was a standard animal control pole.

Lisa was sure of it now. This man was insane. At the club he seemed to be so nice and sweet; at least, what she could remember of it. Did her friends even notice she had left? Did she even say anything to them? She couldn't remember much other than the drinks and the dancefloor. He was talking to her like the dogs at the kennel, just like another stray that had managed to be found.

Paws. Howling. Muzzle. The addition of 'bitch' caused her to glare at him, seething in anger as he stooped to place the bowls in front of the door. She stared down at it for a moment, disgusted at the idea he wanted her to actually eat like this. "You sick son of a-"

He kept speaking, ignoring her entirely. Lisa's eyes widened a bit as he spoke of leaving her alone for a number of hours, and that she would be brought outside. "Wha...what?! No! No, you asshole, let me out of this damn th- I'm not taking off my clothes, I'm not your god damn dog, I'm not a fucking pet!" His warning paused her in her rant, staring at him for a moment, unsure of what to make of that... but it only ceased her for a brief time, shrieking again as he headed out the door. "NO! DAMN IT, NO!"

As the sound of the lock on the door echoed faintly in the room, she pressed her head against the grate, whimpering softly as she closed her eyes. This was sick. He was insane. Opening her eyes slightly, seeing the water and food before her, she made another face. Swatting the dog kibble bowl with the back of her hand, she watched as it skitted across the floor, tipping on its trek and spilling the bits in a rolling pile. She felt a slight bit of victory with that, though a second glance at the water left her with a debate. She wanted to cause a bigger mess, just to defy him and prove she wouldn't listen, but.... she was also incredibly thirsty from the past number of events.

She tried to dip her hand into it to scoop some out, but the hole he'd left her simply wasn't big enough. He really did want her to drink like a dog. No, she wouldn't do that. She backed away, glaring at the bowl as she did so, refusing to even try as she instead slunk to the back corner of the little cage.

Her clothes. He had demanded them off. Like hell was she doing that. They were a mess, but she wasn't getting undressed. Instead, she folded her arms over her chest, hunkered down in the corner as she looked around the room. She wasn't completely sure where she was; a part of his basement, maybe? Some of the things stored in here worried her, especially that pole in the corner. She knew what that was; she had used them a number of times at the kennel with the more ferocious dogs. Her fingers reached up hesitantly, touching her neck at the idea of him trying to lasso her with that cord.

That hole! She had shoved the food out of the way, maybe she could get her hand through it and reach the lock. It was a doubtful shot, but certainly better than sitting here and doing nothing. She laid down, trying to snake her arm up through the little hole. Her fingers folded over into her palm, a soft whine of pain as she pushed it through the little opening, smiling softly as she found it finally making it through. Now if she could just... reach...

She couldn't move her arm any further, just past her wrist being the furthest it could go. She twisted her hand back, trying to move it again, but nothing. Maybe if she just brought it back in. That wasn't working either! Her hand was stuck! Panicking now, she started pushing and yanking, screaming at it in frustration as her wrist twisted in the small slot. It was starting to hurt, a raw red mark developing about her skin. She had to stop. Instead, she rested her head against the outstretched arm, sighing softly. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Peeking at the water bowl, she gave a hard groan, stretching again to try and let her tongue lap at the fluid. It was warm, awkward to drink, leaving a wet trail down her chin as she tried to make her throat stop burning.

Theo wasn’t gone long but he didn’t come downstairs right away either. There were a few extra things he picked up along the way he was sure she’d grow to adore. Before doing this he knew the growing pains for the girl would be tough but he had the time, and the cash to do it. The problem with being him was that people knew who he was; it was hard finding girls who were into the same things he was. And because that could be difficult, he opted to keep it as secret as he possibly could: By abducting unknowns and teaching them how he wanted them to be.

Letting the time pass with patience he developed since first attempting to try these dangerous desires that had been doing nothing but growing on him since he came of age. He’d always been a little different in that way. Even more different in that he was brave enough to carry them out. And now that he permanently had someone, as he believed, he was going to have to be careful about it, too.

After the want to see his pet again grew to a point, he picked himself up from the couch and grabbed his bag of new toys. Moving through the house and down the stairs, Theo unlocked the basement door. Shutting it behind him if only to muffle any sounds that may escape he set a bag down on a counter near the wall. One by one he removed them from the bag, ignoring his pet’s predicament. It was as though not a thing had happened, though he was planning to take care of that later.

While he sorted out the few different things he spoke casually to himself, “My dog is still wearing clothes... and apparently tried to escape. That’s going to have to be fixed.” When the bag was empty he tossed it to the side, letting it float to the ground as he picked up a pair of nail clippers. This abduction stuff wasn’t as easy as the movies made it out to be.

Turning around, Theo walked toward the girl’s outstretched arm. His eyes peered directly into hers as he placed a booted foot against her wrist while his free hand curled her fingers flat against the carpeted ground. In silence Theo began clipping away at the girl’s fingernails. As far as he was concerned, they were weapons. He’d have to set a reminder to get the other paws later.

When he was through he released her arm but he didn’t doubt it’d still be stuck. She’d have to pay for her disobedience. “Do you have to go outside?” he asked casually. If she was afraid of getting out of the kennel she was going to have a hard time in the ensuing minutes. He walked toward the corner, picking up the animal control pole before returning to the kennel. Now that her arm was stuck, getting her out was going to be a hell of a lot easier.

Staring into the cage he warned, “If you want to fight me, I have the prod up there on the counter. I can stand up and go get it if you want a fight. But I don’t want to ruin you so soon.” Soon after he unlocked the door and stood, taking a step back just to make sure he was out of her range. With his eyes on the girl he shoved the pole inside her kennel, trying to hook her neck. If she had to go out he was going to take her but she’d have to lose those clothes one way or another. He’d worry about freeing her arm after he got her hooked.

Lisa's heart raced as she heard the click of that door, afraid of what he would say or do
when he saw her stuck in the way she was. She readied herself, tensing, prepared to snap back at him, scream, anything to defend herself as best she could in this spot. Watching him as he entered, she could feel herself shaking, but refused to let her fear
leak out any further than that. She waited. Say something. Come on. Say something, you son of a bitch.

But he didn't. He just went about his business, simply glancing at her and going through his bag. He didn't say a thing. Lisa was shocked at this, watching him hesitantly through the grating as he pulled things out, her eyes unable to catch exactly what he was playing with over there. He finally spoke, but nothing on her current problem... Simply that she had ignored his demand to be undressed. "Screw you," She snapped, though
there was a wavering to her voice.

He started toward her. She was truly frightened this time, trying to pull her arm back through before his foot came to rest atop her wrist. She yelped, tugging- but no release. His fingers pulled against hers, the soft snip sound of the clippers seeming to echo in the room. She froze, trying to see what he was doing. Her nails! He was clipping them to little stubs. That left her even more bittered. She had been proud of the manicure she had gotten a few days ago, and here he was making them a waste of money.

As he straightened, she hoped he would help her with that arm... but instead, he simply asked about outside again. She snarled at him with that. She may have hated it in this cage, but there was no way she was getting closer to him! Hoping her refusal to answer was leading him to leaving as he started for the door, she let out a light sigh, choking its return as he picked up the pole instead. "Fuck-!," She hissed, trying to tug her arm free. "Get away! God damn it, stay away from me!," She yelped, shaking her head.

Whimpering as he warned her on her actions, she shook her head even more, halting as he undid the lock on her cage. She tried to scream as the wire circle passed over her head, the sound cutting off as the loop pressed against her larynx. Her free hard tore at it, her body twisted against the cage as she fought with it with her other arm still trapped.

His warning suddenly replayed in her ears. Prod. As in cattle prod?

She froze, staring up at him. He wouldn't dare. He would actually shock her with one of those things?! He kept referring to her as a dog, as an animal- He was insane. He really would, wouldn't he? Still hooking her fingers around the cord about her neck, she stopped fighting as much, looking up at him hesitantly. "Don't... Please, don't..." Her voice was shaking, as was the rest of her. She was scared to death, but the idea of getting shocked by that thing wasn't something she was looking forward to. If she could get out of this, her arm freed... Maybe she could take advantage of getting outside. Cooperate for the moment, try to get away from him out there. "Please don't get the prod. I-I want to go out."

Theo couldn’t help but to admire the way she moved, the way she thrashed around in the cage. It made him smile as he fought with her on the other end, trying to keep her under control after he tightened the loop. When she seemed to get his hint, begging for him to not electrocute her, he pushed against the pole to shove her body toward the rear of the cage while he reached down with one hand to free her arm. Unlike her, he didn’t have to worry about the pain it caused. With some work and a little muscle, he was able to push her hand back through the hole. Her skin scraped but didn’t draw blood. He reasoned that it’d save him a trip to the vet.

When he was through freeing her he stood up again, this time pulling on the pole to draw her out of the cage. With a grunt and a tug he’d finally done it in spite of her claims that she wanted to go outside although he knew it wouldn’t do her any good. Neighbors were a thing of the past, if they were ever anything out here.

Theo pulled down and out on the pole even after she cleared the cage so as to keep her face to the floor. He didn’t want her to get any kind of advantage. And she still had to do as he said.

After a sharp pull on the pole he told her, “Now take off your fucking clothes or I’ll toss battery acid on you and let it burn em off.” His eyes bore into hers. Truth was a hard thing to find but it was an even tougher thing to discover when it was believed a man was afflicted with being a psychotic.

“After that, then I’ll take you out for a little walk, let you get used to the yard. Then I’ll have you eat the food off the floor you dumped all over the place. And if you want to make a mess in the future, I’m going to rub your nose in it, no matter what it is. Think before you do anything. Alright, bitch?” but there was no question in his voice. It was what he wanted and it was what he expected, her thoughts and feelings be damned.

Through with talking to the girl, he tugged on the pole again, treating it as a leash. And since the space between them consisted of solid metal, he knew he wouldn’t have to turn around to know what she was doing back there. Whether she tried to stand, tried to advance, he’d be able to easily turn around, adjust his grip and slam her face back into the floor. The human body was a miracle in healing.

When he reached the door to the stairs he waited and turned around to face the girl. “Strip now. You only get one chance and from here on out I’m not going to repeat myself. You’ll learn, in time. That’s all anything takes. Is time.”

Crying out as the pole looped about her neck shoved her to the back of the kennel, Lisa gasped as her arm stretched before her, gritting her teeth in frustration as her wrist started to feel numb. Damn it, he was going to- going to- what the hell was he doing?! Trying to keep from screaming as he pushed and shoved at her hand, the pain of it refused to be ignored as he finally got it back through, Lisa screeching out and hastily drawing the red raw hand back against her chest. It wasn't bleeding.. but certainly hurt like hell. Glaring at him was only a momentary thing, cut short as he gave the bar another yank and pulled her out of the cage by the line. Trying to keep up so it didn't strangle her, Lisa was wheezing for breath as he released the tension, nearly collapsing right there outside the box. At least she was out now. Room to stretch, try to move.

She tried, but only found her cheek slamming into the floor. She screamed again, closing her eyes for a moment, feeling her heart pounding through her ears as he warned her on the clothing. He wouldn't... would he? The doubt was hard to believe. He had already done things she never thought a person could do to another. "You're a sick bastard...," She choked out, staring up at him as her cheek rested on the floor. Did he even hear her? She wasn't sure as he hauled her after, tugging that damned lead to get her moving again. Lisa tried to get to her feet, only to feel him twist it again, shove down, force her back to the ground with no real attention back to her.

She was heaving for breath by the time he let her stop again, resting on all fours as he demanded her clothes off once again. She wanted to refuse, to spit at him, tell him to fuck off... but that warning on the acid left her hesitant on that. With shaking hands, she rested back on her heels, unbuttoning the shirt as she tried not to cry. It was impossible not to, however; her vision was partially hindered by the tears that slowly streaked her cheeks, further smearing her mascara from the night prior. Pulling it off, she threw it at his feet, the bra following and soon joined by her short black skirt and panties. Her shoes had vanished at some point since the club...

"There. You happy, you asshole?!," She snapped, still settled on the ball of her heels.

The air filled with satisfaction as she removed her own clothes. Power wasn’t physically forcing someone to do your will, it was getting them to do it for you. Even though threats were issued, Theo still felt the guiding hand of providence. There was accomplishment. He made her do something she didn’t want to but there was still a long way to go.

Theo didn’t say anything as he opened the door but his attitude hadn’t changed. The way he handled his tool that bound her neck was rough, especially so as he climbed the stairs. Not giving her an inch of opportunity, he kept the loop tight and toward the stairs so she’d have to fight for air while she crawled upward. This was one of the few times he kept his eyes on her, knowing that a tumble down the stairs wouldn’t be good for anyone. And the new view and hold gave him enough leverage to brace for any attempts to throw him, or them both, from the stairs.

However it was all for naught as he reached the top of the stairs and pulled her to even ground. The heavy, hard door was nearby and with a flip of the lock fresh air and a light breeze flooded the room. Just from the look of things it was clear that no one was around. Theo didn’t even need fences to block views and any screaming or yelling she’d do would likely fall on deaf ears, if he didn’t cut her voice with the tightening of the loop again. As he stepped out, dragging her behind him and still keeping her face to the ground, he just barely loosened the loop to permit her to take in lung fulls of air.

“If you have to go, you go out here,” he instructed her. “If you go inside, then I’m going to rub your nose in it.” He didn’t care if she thought him demented or lost. Theo understood everything he said but he didn’t care to address her as a human. What he wanted out of this was a pet, a girl, something more than just a simple slave. The girl would become his, something he created.

“We’ll stay out here a little while but you’re not getting off the leash,” he spoke although he didn’t tug on her. Instead he lightened the pressure to keep her head down but he wasn’t going to ignore her as much. If she tried to stand, he’d leverage her face to the ground again. She’d learn to remain on the floor, to crawl, to ignore the fact that she could stand on two legs. Eventually, she'd ignore the fact that she was human.

Lisa stared at him in her fury, palms resting on the floor as she fought to keep from screaming at him again. He didn't say anything, just that same damned smug look on his face. He was proud of himself, wasn't he? Proud of the fact he had gotten to her, driven her to finally give in to his demand... It left her anger raging even more now, without a word ever leaving his lips.

Her rage wasn't given long to truly brew before he was tugging the line about her neck, commanding her silently to follow his steps from the room. She tried to curse him out, the growl of words that tried to pass from her throat stifled by the strong grip of the cord. Instead, the sound of infuriated snarls echoed from her, hissing breaths that burned from her lips as she attempted to walk them normally. Damn him. Damn him! Her knees stayed against the steps, her hands raking blindly to keep up with him and the tug of the lead. She wanted to stop dead, to refuse to move, but she was afraid of what he would do with that thing, and with that prod back in the room.

The staircase finally climbed, Lisa tried to reclaim her breath and calm the shaking of her arms, only to be knocked off course as he shoved her back to the floor once again. Her chin resting against the floor, she screeched once more, a quick noise that stopped as the outside light poured through the opened doorway. Her heart lept at first, a cry coming from her as he roughly pulled her out and onto the ground. Wheezing for breath, she glared up at him furiously as he once again explained the reason they were outdoors. "You sick bastard...," She hissed angrily between breaths, shaking her head. "I'm not- I'm not some animal, you-"

He didn't even hear her, did he? He continued talking, oblivious to her angered words, though did allow her more room to breathe and move. Lifting her upper body up a bit more from the ground, she gingerly raised a hand to rub her cheek from its meetings against the floor and dirt, giving him another glare. "I am not going to piss in the yard," She snarled under her breath, trying to get up a bit more, only to be shoved back down once again. She grit her teeth with that, her hands resting beside either side of her head as she pushed off again. "..Damn it.."

She glanced around, trying to ignore the fact he was there as she looked for some possible way out of this nightmare. He was insane, that much was obvious. She had to think of something... Was he crazy enough to have brought her out into such an empty zone with people nearby? Well, only one way to find out.

She screamed. Loudly. Louder than she had ever screamed in her life, even when that Labrador had bitten her during her first week at the kennel.

That gave her another thought.
Shrieking again, she lunged forward much as that lab had done to her, trying to get for his calf, trying to bite him just as that dog had done to her. She understood exactly why that dog had done it now... The same reason she was trying it.

Theo stared at the girl as she started screaming her head off, as though someone would hear. It was amusing, if not loud. But when she tried to bite at his leg he put an end to the shrieking with a tightening of the loop. Theo hadn’t even bothered to move his leg out of the way. Her lack of air would no doubt catch her, stopping her from clamping down.

“You’re not going to play nice?” he questioned, speaking more to himself than anything. “Then let’s go back in. You can spend the day in your little kennel with occasional prodding.” It was more than a threat. She had tried attacking him and she needed to pay for it. With the loop still tight he began dragging her back inside in the same way that he’d forced her to come outside; her face to the floor and his eyes on her.

Again his awareness rose over her as he guided her back down the stairs, not permitting a loosening of the loop until they both reached the bottom stair. Pressing the door open he maintained his strong grip on the pole, sure that he’d been able to weaken her enough so he could handle her as he had before. Then he guided her, walking her around her pile of clothes. Theo didn’t want to give her a chance to gather them or steal them back into her kennel. She was already going to have to pay for her disobedience, he didn’t want her to suffer more than needed.

But he didn’t put her in the kennel right away. Instead he took her toward the counter where he laid out the things he brought home. Picking up the electrical prod with one hand and holding the pole with the other he threatened, “Get back in the cage.” She was going to be shocked regardless but he wanted her to climb back inside on her own. There’d be less fighting on his end and he wouldn’t have to risk giving up the pole in favor of electrocuting his newest pet.

Her teeth had barely touched the fabric of his pants when the noose tightened, Lisa choking at first with the cord pressing into her neck. Her eyes closed, trying hard to keep her course- but she quickly found herself losing that battle, letting go and gasping for air. Another thing she had seen so often at the kennels; the dogs that were weezing, desperately trying to pull away from the things they hated.

He wasn't letting go. Lisa was seeing stars. The heavy, ragged breaths pulled from her lips, trying hard to keep herself from passing out. That was the last thing she wanted to happen around this lunatic. If he treated her this way while awake, she didn't want to know how he would be if she were unconscious.

A glare was shot upward as he spoke to her, warnings of imminent punishment for her actions. She didn't care. She'd done it once, and she was certainly going to try it again. "I'm not...," she gasped, cut off by her own sharp whine as he tugged on his lead, dragging her after him back into the house. Her knees scuffled against the grass, trying desperately to keep up with him as he led her through the door once again. The maneuvering of those steps was even harder this way, stumbling down a few of them in the process.

The loop loosened at last. She felt ill again. Her hands clapped down against the floor, her body shaking as she continued to try and regain her breath. She wanted to scream, to yell, cry- but all she could muster was the labored breaths as tears stained her cheeks.

Not in pain. In anger.

The door was reopened, his tugs bringing her back into the room, guiding her away from her clothing. She looked at it longingly, wishing for some meager covering to keep his touch from her skin. The halt of his lead came before the workbench area of his, Lisa grimacing as the prod came into his hands.

A demand.
"Fuck you," she hissed hoarsely, shaking her head.
She didn't care now.
"I'm not getting in there. I'm not. Fuck you!" A more defiant tone managed to creep through now, Lisa sitting up a bit more and staring up at him furiously.

He shook his head from side to side as she tried to resist him. Unfortunately for her he carried a leash, and a prod while all she seemed to have left were words. Her abusive words weren’t enough to deter him, if he’d even bother to hear them as he reaffirmed his grip on the pole, protecting his feet, his ankles from a bite.

Theo brought the prod closer to her body and without a second thought, pressed it hard against the flesh of her ass. He held it there for only a few seconds before bringing its bite back against her rib cage. There was no rest as he pulled it back a third time only to jam it against her waistline. Three times a charm he hoped, he returned the prod onto the counter as he framed his attention on his dangerous little pet. A grin returned to his face as both hands held onto the pole to react best against her as possible.

There was more than determination behind his eyes as he pushed against the pole, wanting her to return to her cage without him having to tighten the noose around her neck. Animal cruelty was a bitch but then again, so was she. Still, he tightened the tight rope a little more, hoping to curtail any hopes she had of violence, hoping to encourage her to slide back into her cage without violent coaxing. But he was willing to return her to her kennel in any way he could. She was a dangerous animal and was not permitted to roam on her own.

His own palms were growing moist with sweat, with effort but his confidence shown through. As much as she seemed to detest what he was doing, he was enjoying it that much more. In truth, he wanted to take as much from her as he could. The more fight she had in her, the more work he’d have to do but the greater the reward would be in the end. When she’d be trained. When she’d be beaten. When she’d be broken. And his. His little bitch.

She had experienced shocks before. Helping to rescue abused animals, she had dealt with electric fences. During a presentation, she had been asked to test a shock collar. But in both cases, she had been prepared for it. She had someone nearby to help her. She had something to take the brunt of it.

Never straight to her flesh. Not like this.
She screamed.
The rod pressed into her side, Lisa dropping to the floor as it was pulled away, the pain of it still tearing through her as she began to cry. "Y-you....son of a-"

Another press.
She tried to hold back from crying out this time, her lips clenched tightly between her teeth to muffle down the shriek as she stiffened. Her words couldn't come out. She could barely breathe, even with the sharp gasps and puffs pulling from her now.

A third.
Lisa collapsed completely as it came away this time, resting her cheek against the floor as he placed the prod upon the bench. She could hear her breaths, the heavy pants warming the floor below her face. Wetness. Her tears? She was drooling, she realized. She couldn't control it.

He tugged. 'Up.'
She wanted to yell at him again, but she didn't have the strength. She couldn't fight anymore right now. Everything was just so overwhelming... And that had simply drained her to past her point.

Her arms were shaking as she stumbled into her hands and knees, curling her lower lip to stop the saliva that tried to leak free as she staggered after him. At least in there he couldn't hurt her as badly. In there she could try to hide. Rest. Build up strength to fight again.

"I'm not... giving up....," She whispered hoarsely as she crawled back into the space. "Don't- don't you even think..."

God she was dizzy.
She couldn't finish her sentence, instead resting her head against the grating of the wall, shaking it slowly. Let actions speak instead.

Her hand raised. Her middle finger extended.
She smiled.

Ignoring the smile she gave and the finger she wasn’t supposed to have, Theo tightened his grip on the pole still hooked around her neck. With enough effort he was finally able to shove the bitch into her corner, into her cage. Only when he felt confident enough did he loosen the loop’s hold around her neck, tossing the pole off to the side as he slammed the kennel’s door shut. The key lock followed, trapping her once more in her little hole of a home.

“I’ll be fucking you later tonight,” he spoke to his little pet as he bent over, picking up the pole he’d tossed to the side. Theo returned it near the counter, positioning it to lean against the corner. There was little doubt in his mind that he’d need to use it again.

After the pole was placed he grabbed the prod as he walked toward the front of her cage, staring down at her. “The sooner you learn, the sooner I’ll spare the rod.”

Theo continued to walk until he reached the basement’s only escape, the door but he didn’t push it to open. Instead he left the prod at the door’s base, seemingly returning to her but he stopped only after a few steps. He bent down, picking up her clothes and tossing them a few feet in front of him, stopping briefly only when he came across some identification and cash. He pocketed the green, adding the identification to the pile of clothes. His hand disappeared into his pocket again, pulling out a set of matches. Peeling one off and striking it against the case he tossed the lit match onto the clothes, the flame catching easily.

Theo stood over the clothes as they burned. There remained more smoke than fire, the flames turning into small flickers almost as soon as they began. With a foot he scattered the ashes, killing the last flames. There was little to recognize in what remained. Not that she’d be needing those clothes anyway.

His eyes raised toward her and he spoke, “I’ll come for you later.” After that he returned to the door, bending to pick up his prop before shutting off the lights, escaping through the door and leaving her there, in the inky darkness of his basement to think about what was to come.

Lisa whimpered as he shoved her back even harder, cringing as her fingers clung to that wiring while the loop was removed from her neck. Even with it off, she felt like she was choking... but it had been worth it, she deemed. She was still managing to piss him off in his arrogance, even though her body was paying the price.

It sounded as though that was soon to be in more ways than one, as he leaned in to threaten her on his impending plans for the evening.

She hissed at him. A last attempt at defiance. As he moved away, she slumped a bit more, using the cage as a brace to keep herself upright as she watched him through barely opened eyes. Lisa refused to close them completely until he left the room, and even then was afraid to let them stay that way too long.

Spare the rod. Bullshit. She never used something like that on even the most ferocious dogs to come to the shelter. He thought that it was going to put her 'in line'?

He was leaving. Thank god. She started to relax, hoping that a few moments' peace was about to come.

He turned back.
Shit.

Lisa sat up once more, watching him. Her clothes? Fuck! He was taking them! What was he going to do, toss them ou-

"HEY!!"
Her license! Her money!
"What the hell are you doing?!"

He tossed the clothes aside, a match joinging the pile and the flames quickly starting before her ID was tossed into the mess. She was seething now, gripping the front of the cage and screaming.

So much for calming down.

"You son of a bitch! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

There was a growl mixed into her words, this man seeming to find even more ways to get her angered now.
He didn't seem to care.
He didn't seem to hear her.


“I’ll come for you later.”

She screamed again, shaking that door as he left the room, the lights going out as he closed the door behind him.
Darkness.
Fear.

Alone.

She finally let go of the grating, lowering her head against it as she sobbed. Fighting with him was becoming too hard. The screaming was killing her throat, only adding to the pain on the exterior of it from that damned lead of his. She reached up gingerly in the darkness, rubbing at the tender ring about her neck, cringing at the soreness. He'd be back later, to start it all back up again.

She wasn't sure if she could handle that. Handle fighting him again...

Her hand reached out again, searching for the water he had given her before. It was warm, but still wet... She dunked her fingers into it, drawing the bowl back to the cage and drinking as best she could. She suddenly regretted not having taken his threat on the outdoors seriously. The more water she drank, the more her bladder warned of reaching limits.

She didn't care.

The idea of him returning, his threat on fucking her that night- she dreaded that light coming on again, staring at the door as she sipped at the water. Finally getting her fill, she retreated to the corner she found such solace in, shaking as she huddled against it and tried to rest. Her eyes finally drifted close after a time, her arms wrapped about her knees as she nodded off.

Theo spent his time thinking about his new pet in the basement while he busied himself with preparing dinner for himself. For the bitch below there was a can of dog food under the cupboard. When he finished eating he set the dishes in the sink, letting them soak while he spent another hour in front of the television, trying to kill time, to ignore thoughts about fucking the creature below his floorboards.

When enough time had elapsed, Theo left the living room, finished the dishes, putting them away. Before heading downstairs he opened the cupboard, retrieving the can of moist dog food and a can opener. As he stood he realized that he hadn’t yet named his new pet. It’d be something he’d have to think on through the night. It’d be a present, a gift for her come morning. After morning rose… and a fucking.

Heading into the basement, the door slipped open without a creak. The first signs of his being present, aside from the slice of dim light creeping into the basement, was the imitation lighting casting down from the ceiling as he flipped the light’s switch. Before progressing, Theo turned to lock the door. There was no need to take risks should she be able to escape.

As he crossed the floor he stepped into the small pile of where her clothes once were, nothing left but their darkened remains, melted plastic and torched cash. At a counter near her kennel he set the can food down next to the can opener. Without so much as a glance toward the captured creature, Theo bent down underneath the counter, retrieving a large iron ring with heavy chain links on either side. Pulling it from its hiding place he revealed it for the first time, saying nothing, as though he didn’t have to explain it.

Taking the heavy prop across the room he stopped in front of a small area. It looked as though it were once used as a closet for a furnished basement, or a place to store yard tools and the like if it were unfinished. Whatever its original purpose was, it had become distorted to his own perverted desires as he flipped on the light which would once illuminate the things inside. However, now there was no door, there was no frame and there was nothing but a small square open on one side. Two hooks, which could be closed, sat across from one another a few feet off the floor.

Theo worked the hooks and the chain links so they’d hold up the iron circle, which would eventually be used as a collar. Theo left it there, the iron collar dangling in the middle of the chain links, judging its height and testing its strength before letting it go. There was little slack in order to prevent the creature from thrashing around.

Only now did he cast his eyes onto the girl as he returned to the kennel. In one hand he picked up the prod, in the other, the leash he used before. “Its up to you. I can either shock you to the front of the cage and force you out, or you can be compliant and I’ll feed you when we’re through.”

Her eyes snapped open as the door crept open, Lisa realizing with a sudden streak of panic that she had managed to fall asleep without his presence. As the bright overhead lights came on, she grimaced, her eyes wincing shut as she tried to chield her eyes. Too bright, too fast... She couldn't see.

The click of the lock. The sound of his steps. Enough to give her tidbits for a few moments...

When the blinding lights finally let her eyes adjust, she peeked out with a mix of both curiosity and fear over exactly what it was he was up to out there.

A can? What was that?
Wait, was he going to give her some soup or something? A light rumble in her stomach reminded her once again that she was indeed hungry, but her thoughts on the matter were pushed aside as the new item of his was brought into view.

"Wh...What the hell is that thing?," she asked softly, fear returning yet again.

No answer. Of course not.

Watching him made her sick to her stomach, knowing that at any moment he would be back over to her, expecting to use whatever that setup was on her. She shuddered, trying to keep from looking at his work, yet managing to find her gaze slowly returning once more.

He was coming back.
Shit, he had that damned prod.

"It's up to you."

She stared at them for a moment, her lips tightening as her jaw quivered. That thing hurt so much, tore right through her with its sudden unexpected jolt... But...

But he promised her food...

She hated herself right then, finding her hands resting against the bottom of the cage and guiding herself forward, her forehead resting against the door.

"I'll be good," She choked out, tears in her eyes as she nodded.

Theo smiled. She was a good little thing. Becoming an obedient little thing. A tight little bitch that could keep him contented for a long while.

When she gave in to his words he reaffirmed his grip on the pole, kneeling to unlock the kennel’s lock. With a foot pressed against the door to prevent her from trying to break it down, Theo stood. Removing his foot, he let the door swing open; his foot guiding its course with an extra shove to hasten its swing.

“Come here,” he spoke to her but mumbled it mostly to himself as he lowered the noose, slinging it around her neck. Tightening its hold he tugged on it, guiding her out of her small cage but kept his face to the floor as he had when he took her outside.

Theo’s eyes stayed on the bitch even after she had been freed from the confines of the cage. He continued to pull on the pole, applying pressure when and if needed as he took her across the room toward his new set up.

Upon reaching the spot he briefly tightened the loop around her neck as he moved over her body. One foot moved onto either side of her as he stood over her, straddling her back while he urged her forward to the iron collar. When close enough one hand moved toward the base of the pole to get a better grip near her neck while the other hand moved to bring the new iron collar around her neck. Theo made quick work of it, locking the new iron collar in place. When he was satisfied with his work, he loosened the loop from her neck and pulled it free from her head.

Theo set the pole off the side, out of reach should she find any ideas rambling around in that head of hers. As he moved behind her, looking over her body, now positioned as if she were a prized pup in an AKC competition, he offered another warning, “Keep your paws on the floor. You don’t want to choke.” The last was spoken with a quick smirk, reflecting on how many times that pole had been pulled tight around her neck.

He kneeled behind her, applying the first sexual touch. His hand came against her thigh, running up as he came into contact with her ass. Theo continued the groping as his hand advanced along her skin, moving along her ribs and gently up the underside of her body. Grabbing her tit he found her nipple, giving it a quick pinch and tug before his hand withdrew along the same path it came.

That same hand moved between her legs after its return. Rubbing her pussy gently briefly he withdrew his hand to inhale her scent before returning his hand to continue petting her.

She watched in fear as the man moved across the floor, hesitating as he came to stand before her cage. Her stomach twisted and knotted, regret over her agreement tugging her apart. What had she done...?

No time to consider that, as the noose claimed her neck once again. She screamed a slight frightened sound, gasping as he tugged her out. Her heart was pounding, yet her body felt cold... Fear. So much fear. She shook as he dragged her out of the pen, her knees and hands scrambling to keep up, to keep him from choking her once more. Gasping for breath, she stared at the floor, watching only his heels as he walked ahead, to the side.

Keeping her like the pups she tended at the center.
Her stomach tightened even more.

As he brought her to a halt, her gaze raised enough to see the metal circle, a weak noise coming to her throat. She tried to pull away, to get away from that... thing. He held tight, even coming to stand atop her, straddling her. She cringed, closing her eyes tightly and trying to shake her head. "N-no... No, please-," She whined out, the words barely a whisper through the sound.

It felt so heavy. Her head lowered even more, tears leaking from her tightly closed eyes. His taunting words drew a partially angry, partially frightened snarl from her throat, her eyes refusing to open.

But they did with his touch.
She bucked forward, drawing a sharp breath. She shivered, cringed. His hand was rough against her skin, too warm. Too close.

"Stop..."
There was more of a voice this time.
"Please....Please, stop..."

Fingers found her breast. Her nipple. A strong, firm pinch. Lisa cried out, trying to pull away, finding little give from the tensed collar and its lead. His hand continued to wander, exploring, testing and touching every inch of her.

He finally stopped.
She wished that made her feel better...
But it only made things worse. Far, far worse. She feared his next intentions. She feared she had reacted wrong. That she had brought about new anger, new reason for him to prod, to hurt.

His promise of earlier replayed in her ears.
Her thighs tensed, stiffened.