New Dog in the Kennel (Mr Incognito@LittleStarr)

[Mr Incognito]

(Forgive me if the opening post seems rather short. I've never been good with openers.)

The air out in the country was nice, crisp healthy air, air that could only be found far, far away from the cities. Nothing but green grass and a dirt road could be seen for miles. It was out here in the country that Richard Blackwood made his home. The young, blond haired man lived on a ranch with several animals, horses and dogs being his particular favorite. Breeding them was a hobby of his, one that he enjoyed quite a bit. But it got boring breeding just these animals. He wanted something a little more...interesting lately. And so he had carefully selected his new "animal" after a trip to the city. She was a fine specimen, perfect in his eyes, but untrained and unruly. He would need to break her in.

Opening the doors to his large dog kennel, the long haired blond peered inside, where many of the dogs greeted him happily, waiting to be fed. All except one. His newest acquired dog had been chained up in the corner, having been unwilling to cooperate. Today was the day, he told himself. The day that she was going to break and realize who was the master and who was a pet.

 

[LittleStarr]

From sidewalks to sitting in chains, Alisha didn't see it coming. It was only yesterday when she was window shopping and skipping about through the city. She had been a happy, bright, intelligent girl. Ever since the introduction of a new hybrid of people, it seemed that most of them had been treated with open arms. Why wouldn't they, when all they had to set themselves apart were their fluffy ears and tail? For some, it was even attractive. Too attractive to resist.

And now someone's greedy paws got all over her. To the best of her knowledge, she had been simply pulled out of the crowd. Once she felt someone tugging on her arms, everything went blank. She didn't wake up again until later on that day. When she did, she was nowhere - not even close - to the city of lights. Instead it looked like she was in a metal mesh of mess. Dogs were barking loudly, and she could see them all through the chain link next to the one she was held in. She yelled, but it seemed like nobody was around. When she went to stand, a chain held her still. It lead from the post in the kennel to a locked collar on her neck. Sinking down into the corner, she cried softly, pulling her knees to her chest. At least she was still clothed, whoever took her hadn't tried any funny business yet. She only prayed that he would just take what he wanted and let her go, but it wasn't looking very promising.

 

[Mr Incognito]

The gate opened with a loud creak, and all the dog's ears perked, their eyes glued to the door. But it was only their master, their owner. They immediately leaped to their feet with happiness in their eyes. Richard smiled at the several canines. They were easy to please. A bag of food, a good run, and some attention was all it required to let them live happily under him. He enjoyed the loyalty, but it was too easy to get them to become attached. He wanted more of a challenge, something more enjoyable. Hopefully this girl would be that challenge.

"Here you go, boys and girls, fresh food! And how's our newest puppy dog doing in her new home?"

Richard kneeled down and smiled at the girl. It seemed like a pleasant enough smile, but there was no warmth behind it. It was spoke of friendliness, but it also showed ill intention. Whatever he planned to do to this strange looking girl, it was not a pleasant.

 

[LittleStarr]

"I'm not a puppy, you jerk. Hmph."

Alisha grumbled. At first she didn't raise her eyes to look into his. She avoided glancing at his face. But then she couldn't help herself, and glanced at her captor. It was a man (obviously she could tell from his voice) who was older with long blonde locks. He was hard to read. The smile that he gave wasn't warm like smiles were supposed to be. Even supposedly having keener senses than normal people didn't seem to help out in this situation. She found herself staring at him, trying to figure him out. Was he mentally deranged, or did he know fully well what he was doing by chaining up a girl?

"What do you want anyways? Why are you keeping me here in this filthy place? Just let me go now and I won't tell anyone."

Her golden fluffy tail thumped against the hard floor, while matching floppy ears twitched - poking out from chocolate curly hair. Like a waterfall her hair flowed down over her shoulders, and ended just above her mid-sized breasts being hugged by her tight Hollister Co. knit top. She looked to be a well off girl up until now. Unfortunately it seemed as if this would no longer be the case. She ran her hands up and down her deep-blue wash jeans, a habit she had when she grew nervous. Her tail also slowed and rested against ground.

"At least chain me up in a house, where there's like, a bathroom and stuff. Heck, its not like I know where the hell I am anyways so I can't even run away. I wouldn't even know where to go. So yeah, can you unchain me?"

Wasn't she just little miss talkative right into the face of danger.

 

[Mr Incognito]

"No? You look just like one. Rather unique features, I must say."

Indeed, living out in the country, Richard had never seen a girl that resembled Alisha. He'd HEARD of people with animal like features, but he'd dismissed it until he saw this girl in the streets one day when he went to pick up supplies. He knew right then and there that he needed to have her. And that was how he had ended up dragging her into a back alley and putting a rag over her mouth, laced with chloroform. It had been a challenge, but no one saw him. He was in the clear.

"Sorry you don't like it. But only REALLY good dogs get to live in the house. And this way, you have company!"

Richard ignored her complaints for the most part. He did listen to her complaints, but half didn't register to him. He was busier noting her nervous habits. He actually did laugh out loud about unchaining her. Part of what she said was true. She wouldn't get far if she ran. But he didn't trust her in the slightest, and he wasn't about to unchain an unruly pet.

"Did you want to use the bathroom, puppy dog?"

 

[LittleStarr]

"You call them company....?"

Alisha looked over through the chain link at all of the other dogs down the line, barking and pouncing around on their four paws. They were not company, they were annoying. And loud. She liked other dogs, but not a bunch of them all together making so much ruckus.

She turned her attention back to Richard, and then pulled her knees up to her chest, glancing sideways. Grr, puppy dog. Even though seven years was one doggy year, and she was just over 'two' if you looked at it that way, she still didn't like this man calling her that. That was a pet name left to someone like a boyfriend or something, not this creep.

"I kinda do...I'm hungry too. And incase you don't know, I eat human food, not dog food. So I would really like a cookie right about now."

 

[Mr Incognito]

"A cookie? Sorry, puppy dog, but that is only for GOOD doggies. You'll have to earn that cookie!"

Richard's eyes showed his true nature then, just for a brief moment. He gave a crooked smile, one that could chill to the bone. He wasn't out for this girl's welfare; what he wanted was her body, and to break her will. He wanted her to snap under his touch, and become no more then what his other dogs were. Loyal, gratified slaves who relied on him for happiness, attention, even food. Producing a whip from the back of his belt, he uncurled it and snapped it on the ground, a loud CRACK resounding through the shack.

"We start your training, dog. Remove your clothes!"

 

[LittleStarr]

The sound of the whip made her nearly jump. She wasn't expecting it. Her hands reached out and pressed against the floor as she tried to scoot even more back into the corner.

"Okay that's not cool. Ouch..." She put a hand over one of her fluffed ears, rubbing lightly, "That was so loud..."

When he requested for her to remove her clothes, Alisha looked up at him. The three words she was dreading. Well didn't he cut to the chase. She cringed at the sight of his crooked smile, her hands wrapped around her small frame. She felt like she was being pierced with utter coldness. She could only imagine where else that whip may hit should she not comply. Her hands ran down the front of her shirt, unbuttoning with shakey hands. From behind the fabric the lacy bra top peeked out, and as her shirt slid off her shoulders, she unveiled the black push-up.

Then she reached for her jeans, unbuttoning them at the top. At that moment, her face turned bright pink. She remembered fully well her panty selection that she pulled out this morning...which was none. Pushing at the hips, her jeans slid off down her thighs and to her ankles, her bare bottom resting on the concrete. She bent one leg at the knee, crossing it over the other in an attempt to hide herself from him.