The Late Appointment

So with all the rave praise and creative ideas I couldn't resist posting another little snippet for you all! This is a short before the next longer chapter and, while not overly smutty, will hopefully answer some questions that have been posed to me. Plese forgive me for spacing and whatnot. Formatting on this takes forever so I'll just post it and poke at it another time.

Also, please note that the first two parts were written almost a year ago. There will be inconsistancies. This whole work has not been beta'ed and honestly, I could rewrite everything to match or I can write a new chapter. I figure, you'll forgive the flaws for the new chapters. :p

To all my lovely reviewers, you're awesome and I promise to keep writing this crazy fantasy! Feel free to tell me if you enjoy it, got confused, got wet/hard or wish this was you! I love it all!

And with no further ado, please enjoy part 4 while I write something seriously smutty for part 5! ;)

Part 4

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    I stared at the wall in front of me blankly. There were too many things going on in my head, too many emotions. Why had this happened? What had I done to deserve this? Why take me? I was no one special. Was anyone looking for me? Did they even know I had disappeared? I hadn't spoken to my father since my mother had past away years ago and my friends and I had gone out just last weekend for our usual monthly get together before sinking back into our busy lives. Maybe no one would notice? My job at the call center saw crazy turn over rates and many people left without giving a reason or showing up. Would they think I quit? 

        I never thought I could disappear so easily.  

        I shuddered at the thought then winced. 

        My pussy throbbed with every panicked beat of my heart, stretched and overused. My thigh muscles ached from the bucking against restraints. My nipples were hard and red, swollen painfully from the clamps. A host of bruises marred my skin. My ankles and wrists were chaffed and tender to the touch and my throat hurt from the constant shocks. 

        The woman who had untied and helped clean me up had been careful but her every touch had made me flinch. When I tried to speak to her my voice emerged as a raspy groan. She did her duty without ever speaking to me, washing me down with cool water. It had been rather humiliating to stand there shivering while she spread my labia and washed my pussy, paying careful attention. She even covered my vulva in creamy shave gel and painstakingly cleared the stubble from my body. 

        She had dried me off, tying my still damp hair back in a bun and slipped a thick leather collar around my throat, padlocking it into place. A slightly more elaborate version graced her own throat and no matter how I tried to speak to her she wouldn't acknowledge me. 

        When she had apparently finished with me, she attached a silver chained leash to the collar and pushed me to my hands and knees, walking me to a pen of my own. She had ushered me in, unclipped the leash and shut the pen's chain link door. The pens across from mine were empty thankfully. 

        I spent my first while trying to call out for help, eliciting only excited barks from the canine occupants of the distant pens. I don't know how long I continued before I gave up. Time had lost it's meaning somewhere during the torment.  

        Eventually I had laid down on the bedding at the back of the pen, curling in on myself. Tears dampened the fabric under my cheek as I cried, lulling myself into a dark dreamless sleep. 

        The rattle of a pen door woke me up. I looked over my shoulder, dreading what was coming. 

        Instead of my pen door being opened, the pen directly across from mine was opened and the same woman who had cleaned me led the man in the leather dog mask into it. He went willingly, crawling into it and turning to face the woman as she shut the door and locked it. 

        The woman bade him good night in a breathy voice and left, dimming the lights to a muted glow as she went. 

        I pulled the sheet from the bedding, using it to crudely cover myself. I wrapped it across my breasts and tucked it under my arm.  Lifting it so it wouldn't catch under my knees, I scooted forward until I reached the pen door. Lacing my fingers through the chain link I cleared my throat before trying to speak. 

        "Hello...." My voice was a roughened rasp and I swallowed hard before trying again. "My name is Sophia. What's yours?" 

        His cool blue eyes stared back at me impassively from inside the leather dog hood, not speaking. 

        I sighed. Why was I trying to talk to him? This was the bastard who had raped me earlier in that room full of dogs. I shouldn't want anything to do with him. And yet my need to feel human again, to feel like more than a piece of meat, drove me to continue. 

        "Were you taken too? Is Sirena holding you here against your will?" He continued to stared silently and I decided to try a different tack. I looked him over, studying the dog like mask and the cuff on his wrists and ankles. I tried hard not to look at the leather around his waist, the ring around the base of his cock. "Why do you wear that mask? Why are you playing at being one of that bitch's dogs?" 

        Silence. 

        "Why won't you talk to me? Can you even speak?" I growled in frustration. I rattled the chain link when I slapped my palm into it but the man in the other pen hardly even blinked.  

        "God damn it..." I grumbled, turning away and crawling back to  the bedding. I laid down, my back to him and making sure I was completely covered with the sheet.         

        The silence wasn't exactly relaxing but as time past I found my eyes starting to close. I was almost asleep when I heard a deep dark voice behind me. 

        "I am Aries, alpha stud of Mistress Sirena."         

        I jerk up and stare at him over my shoulder, eyes wide. 

        "The Mistress has said I will be helping to prepare you for your Master's return. You will learn to love my cock. Did you enjoy being mounted like the bitch you are? Do you still feel the ache in your pussy where I pounded into you? Or do you crave only your Master's touch already? I hope the Mistress and your Master decide to breed you. It makes me hard imagining you taking my seed to root. You need to be swollen with child." 

        "Shut up!" I hissed, tears in my eyes even as my face reddened. His words scared the hell out of me. "Just shut the hell up and keep your fucking cock away from me or I will bite it off!" 

        I turned back to face the wall, refusing to listen to his smug laughter. God damn it, I had to get out of this place...