The New Pet (fiction)

This is my first attempt at writing something like this. Comments and constructive criticism will be welcomed. I hope you like it.

Anna woke with a start, jarred from sleep by a loud sound from somewhere above her. She stifled a yell as her head bumped something hard. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was naked in a small cage, just barely large enough for her to sit in. The cage was in the corner of a large room, dimly lit by several candles. The flickering light concealing more than it revealed of the strange looking shapes against the walls across the room.

Anna turned her head slowly so she didn’t bump the bars again. She found the door to the cage and drew in a sharp breath as she saw the heavy padlock securing it. Her hand tugged at the padlock in a futile effort. She knew it would be locked before she tried.

A tear ran down Anna’s cheek as the reality of her situation sank in. She tried desperately to figure out where she was and how she ended up here, but couldn’t remember anything after the party.

The party! She remembered that, or most of it. Loud dance music playing, lots of friends there, and that one guy that she hadn’t met before. Anna remembered him. He was tall, several inches taller than her with dark black hair and a brilliant smile. But his eyes; Anna drew in a breath as she thought of his eyes that were so intensely blue, the seemed to be lit from behind. He wasn’t an athlete, but he knew how to dance and Anna spent most of the party dancing with him.

Anna was jolted back from her memories by another loud sound from above. It sounded like a door being slammed somewhere. She listened for several moments, but couldn’t hear anything else. Panic began to creep up on her as she realized that she must have been in the cage for many hours.

“Hello,” Anna called loudly, “is anyone there?” She shook the door of the cage hoping to make enough noise to attract someone’s attention.

After shouting for several minutes, Anna fell silent and slumped back against the cold unyielding bars of her prison. The panic had risen and threatened to overwhelm her and tears were flowing down her face now. She pulled her feet and legs up close, putting her arms around her legs and letting her head fall to her knees. There was nothing to do but wait; wait and hope that someone would remember that she was here and let her out soon.

The sound of a heavy door being slammed shut awakened Anna again. Some time had passed judging by how much lower the candles had burned, but the candles only held her attention or a moment. Someone was in the room with her. She turned her head to see who it was but they were partially hidden in the shadowy corner of the room.

“Hello,” Anna said in barely more than a whisper.

“Ah, you are awake,” the man said with a smile as he turned to look at her. Anna gasped as she recognized the smile. It was the man from the party.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you, but there were some things that needed my attention,” he said simply, “and you weren’t going anywhere.” Then he turned around to face one of the tables by the wall, sifting through the items on it until he found what he was searching for. He turned and crossed the distance between the table and the cage in a few steps, holding something small in one hand. He pushed his hands between the heavy bars near Anna’s neck, and then quickly buckled a leather collar onto her.

“There. That will do nicely, I think,” he said as he pulled his hands free of the bars. “Now I think some explanation might be in order. What do you remember from the party two days ago?”

“Two days,” said Anna with a gasp, “Two days? I have been in this cage for two days?”

“Very close to it, yes,” he replied. “What do you remember?”

Anna tried to remember. “I remember being at the party and dancing with you, having a few drinks, but not much else. I … I remember your name is Gregory.”

“Yes, it is,” Gregory interrupted, “but you will not be using that to address me. You will address me as Sir or Master.”

“I don’t understand,” Anna replied. “What is going on? Why am I in a cage? Why am I naked?”

“It’s all very simple,“ Gregory said, flashing his smile at Anna. “You are my pet. My slave. My toy.”

Anna’s mouth dropped open in confusion. “You can’t do this,” she finally managed to say weakly. “You can’t keep me here against my will.”

“I can, and will,” Gregory replied as he moved around to the front of the cage. “And you were perfectly willing at the party. You told me that you had no family or friends here, just your job and you really didn’t like that. You were ready to be my pet. You even signed a letter of resignation. Now there is no one that will miss you.”

Gregory fit a key into the large padlock and turned it. The lock opened with a click and he removed it from the cage door, and then swung the door open. He reached in and grabbed one of Anna’s hands and pulled her out of the cage.

“Now,” Gregory whispered in Anna’s ear as he lifted her to her feet, “You have been in your cell for a long time, pet. I would imagine that you need to relieve yourself.” He turned her to the left and led her towards the wall to a toilet sitting out in the open.

“I can’t use this,” Anna cried. “I need some privacy.”

“You can use it, and you will, even if I stand here and watch you,” Gregory sneered, “But I will turn around THIS time. Now do what you have to do.” And he turned around to face away from her.

Anna sat on the toilet with tears running down her cheeks. She sobbed quietly as she sat on the cold hard toilet seat, the warmth of her urine contrasting with the cold of the room causing a shiver to run up her spine. Standing up was difficult. Her legs did not want to hold her up after being in the small cage for so long, but Gregory turned and held her up.

“Don’t want you to fall, pet,” whispered Gregory as he kissed Anna’s forehead lightly. “Now come with me. I have a few things to show you,” and he half carried, half led her across the room to the shadowy corner.

As she got closer to the corner, Anna began to make out several large shapes. There were two that looked like small tables or benches made of wood and covered with leather. The largest table seemed to be covered in items. There were paddles made of wood and some that looked like leather. Two with holes drilled through, and one that almost seemed to have letters cut into it. Something that looked like a bullwhip lay coiled on the table, and next to it, another whip with several thin tails. There was another one with shorter and thicker strips attached to the handle, and two different sizes of what looked very much like a riding crop. At the end of the table were several canes in different sizes.

Anna glanced over the rest of the items on the table, some appeared to be dildos of varying sizes, some she could not identify. Her eyes fell on something white with an electrical cord on one end of the handle and a something about the size of a tennis ball on the other end. She wondered what it was, but her attention was drawn to the large item that Gregory was leading her to. It was made of two wooden beams joined at the center like an X. She could see that it was taller than she was; in fact, it appeared to be taller than she could reach. There were heavy metal rings at the top and bottom of both beams.

She tried to back away, but Gregory held her tightly and moved closer to the large X.

“Don’t try to fight, pet. You will become very familiar with this,” intoned Gregory with a smile, “Oh yes, very familiar.”

Gregory walked her over in front of the cross and leaned her against it, face first. He took her left arm and lifted it up, stretching it towards the ring at the top of the beam. He opened the ring and put her wrist inside it, then locked it around her wrist with a snap.

The sound terrified Anna and she began to struggle, tugging at the ring around her left wrist and trying to turn away from the cross, but Gregory stood behind her and pushed her against the wood. He pulled her right arm up and held it against the other beam, holding her in place with his weight against her body as he opened that ring and locked it around her wrist.

“Now stop struggling pet. I don’t want you to get hurt. At least, I don’t want you to get injured,” Gregory chuckled as he moved down to kneel behind Anna. He took hold of her right leg and lifted a little, enough to make her shift her balance to her left leg so he could make her spread them open. He shifted her back and forth until her legs were as far apart as she could get them. Then he pulled the metal rings at the bottom of the cross beams out to the end of the short chains they were attached to and locked them around Anna’s ankles.

Anna waited, wondering what was going to happen next, but there was nothing. She couldn’t hear anything to let her know what was happening. She tried to turn her head but could only move it a little. She leaned against the cross, her legs spread wide in a very uncomfortable position and pulling at the shackles around her wrists. She was still crying softly, tears dripping down her face as she stood there exposed and completely vulnerable.

SMACK!

Anna jumped as she felt Gregory’s hand hitting her bare bottom.

SMACK!

“Ow!” She yelled as he spanked her again. Anna pulled at the cuffs but could not get loose, and Gregory kept spanking her. Each swat left her backside stinging a little more.

“Stop! That hurts! STOP!” Anna yelled.

Gregory replied, “I will not stop. Not until you learn some rules. You are mine now; Mine to do with as I see fit. To start, you will learn to respect me and to do what I say, when I say.” He swung his arm several more times, spanking her hard. “Now, you will address me as Sir or Master. Always. Understand?” He landed another smack with that, then stopped.

“I didn’t hear your answer, pet.” Gregory prompted with a smirk.

“Yes, Sir,” Anna choked out through her sobs. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. How could it be? Surely someone would come to look for her. Someone must have seen them leave together. As she heard him step over to the table, she felt the panic rising again. What now? What was he getting from the table?

Anna heard Gregory step back behind her, then felt his hand on her tender backside again. He spanked her several more times, then stopped.

“Now, pet, do you remember your first lesson?” He asked.

“Yes … “Anna sobbed and continued, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Then we can continue,” he said. Anna was sure she didn’t like the sound of that or the tone in his voice as he said it, but she was relieved when he unlocked the metal rings around her ankles and helped her shift her feet closer together. He reached up and unlocked the rings on her wrists also, pulling her arms down to her sides and turning her around.

Gregory led her to a table she hadn’t noticed before, and told her to sit down. She sat, and he turned her sideways and pushed her down on her back, lifting her arms up over her head again and stretching her hands out to the corners of the table. He picked up a length of rough hemp rope and tied one of her wrists to one table leg, the rope binding and scratching her arm as he did. He picked up a second piece of rope and tied her other hand to the second table leg.

Gregory walked slowly around the table, trailing his fingers over Anna’s body as he did. He cupped her firm breasts with his hands, gliding his fingers over the skin and lightly touching her nipples. He smiled and trailed his fingers further down her body, past her taught stomach to her hips, then down her leg to her ankle. He stood at the end of the table and took both of her ankles in his hands, then pulled her down till the ropes holding her wrists were tight. He grinned up at her as he picked up another piece of the scratchy hemp rope and slid it under her ankle, tying the rope around it and pulling her leg to the corner and tying it to the table leg. Then securing her other ankle to the last leg of the table, leaving her spread eagled and unable to move.

Gregory walked up towards Anna’s head, his hand sliding up her leg until it rested on her pussy. “The next lesson, pet, is that you are here to be my toy. That means I can do anything I want with you. I can use you in any way I please. You will never have an option; you will not get a choice. If I want to use you, I will.”

Anna shivered as the implication of what he was saying dawned on her. She was to be his sex slave. She was terrified, but part of her began to get aroused. The thought that he would use her when ever and however he wanted turned her on. She glanced up from her thoughts and noticed that she could not see him anymore, but she could hear that he was over at the table with the paddles and toys.

He walked back to where she could see him with two items in his hands, one looked like several pieces of metal, and the other was the white thing with the power cord.

He stooped down at the foot of the table and started to fiddle with the metal pieces. Soon he had unfolded them into a stand of some kind, and had attached the white thing to the end of the arm. He walked around to the middle of the table again and put his hand on her pussy once more.

“Now, this little item is called a magic wand and it will make sure that you understand you are my toy,” he said with a leer. He spread her pussy lips open with one hand, and pulled the tennis ball sized end of the wand up until it was pressed against her open pussy and clit. He reached down and tightened a knob on the stand to hold it in place, then flicked the switch on the wand.

Anna shuddered as the vibrator began to work on her. This was stronger than any vibrator she had ever used, and the pulses from the head of the wand were pounding through her clit.

Gregory whispered in Anna’s ear, “This is the low setting. I think I will let you get acquainted with that for a while before I show you ‘high.’” Then he stood and watched her as the wand hummed.

Anna was dimly aware of him standing there watching as the wand mercilessly pulsated against her pussy. Her clit was already swollen and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. The thrumming on her clit was sending her faster and faster towards an orgasm that she didn’t want. She knew she shouldn’t enjoy this. How could she? Being held against her will as Gregory’s sex slave? It was unthinkable, yet her body was responding and there was nothing she could do no matter how much she thought it was wrong. It felt like the wand was pounding against her clit as she climaxed for the first of many times on that table.

The orgasm left her winded and very sensitive, but the wand did not stop vibrating. Anna felt a second orgasm coming quickly and tried to pull away, but the rough ropes held her tight. She heard Gregory saying that she would not be able to move away from it, and she might as well enjoy it as the next orgasm washed over her.

The vibrations were nearly unbearable on her swollen sensitive clit now, and Anna felt a scream escape her throat. Then suddenly, it stopped. She opened her eyes to see Gregory standing by the table with his hand on the wand.

“That enough for now, pet,” he said, “Now what was the lesson you were to be learning?”

Anna shuddered but didn’t answer.

“Well, it appears that I need to go to the next level for this lesson,” he smirked, and leaned down to pick up another length of rough scratchy rope. He wound the rope around Anna’s breasts in a figure eight, up tight against her chest, pulling tight on the rope till she felt like her breasts would explode. He tied the rope off and flicked his tongue over her nipple. The light touch sending shocks of pain and pleasure through her and making her nipple stand up. He walked around the table and sucked her other nipple between his lips, biting lightly as it hardened also then releasing it.

Anna writhed as sensations flooded her. Her nipples were super sensitive from the rope and his touches had nearly been enough to push her over the edge of orgasm again. Then she felt an almost blinding pain from one of her nipples. She looked down to see Gregory putting a nipple clamp on the other one and felt a shock of pain as it held on.

“You will remember this lesson, pet,” Gregory said to her as he fastened the second nipple clamp to her,” These vibrating nipple clamps along with the wand on high will make sure of it.” He turned a switch and the clamps started to vibrate sending pain and pleasure coursing through her. He leaned over and turned the wand on again and it started to pulse against her still swollen pussy and clit. “This is high, pet. Now, I have a few things to do, so I will leave you for a while. This room is sound proofed, so don’t be shy about yelling.” He leaned down and kissed her, then walked away.

Anna didn’t hear the door close. She had just barely heard what Gregory had said to her before leaving. All she was aware of was the humming of the nipple clamps and the vibrating of the wand on her clit. She squirmed and writhed on the table, but could not get away from either.

It only took a few minutes before she came again. The vibrations continuing with no rest forced her to come again. She began to lose track of everything except the sensations flooding through her from the wand and the clamps. Everything fell away but the pulsating devices pressed tightly against her most sensitive spots. She came over and over until she lost count.

Anna was sure that she couldn’t take any more; that she would pass out or worse when she heard a voice through the haze of vibrations and orgasms.

“Have you learned the lesson, pet?”

It was Gregory. He had come back into the room at some point.

“AAAAaaaaaaa …” Anna tried to answer but could barely moan.

Gregory turned the wand and the clamps off and Anna sighed. She didn’t know how long they had been on, but she was sure she couldn’t take any more.

“This might hurt a bit, pet,” he said as he slowly removed the nipple clamps and rubbed his fingers over her abused nipples.

Anna tried to scream again but couldn’t. She managed a scream when he untied the rope around her breasts and blood flowed back into them.

Gregory moved the wand and slowly untied her wrists and ankles, then came back to her side and asked again, “Did you learn the lesson?”

Anna nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sir. I am here for your pleasure. For you to use. I am your sex slave.”

“Excellent,” Gregory said as he lifted her from the table and walked back towards her cage. “Now, you need to get some rest. Tomorrow may turn out to be a rough day.”

Dragon Mage