Chapter 7
The next week was an unending nightmare of pain. The days and nights were
filled with her unrelenting fury. I was kept naked, collared and shackled. She
had chained and hobbled me in a fashion so I was unable to gain my feet. My
world became the punishment room and here Ingrid ruled.
She used a short rubber-covered billy club to beat me. She knew exactly were
to strike on my thick muscles, not leaving massive bruises, but causing intense
agony. My thighs, calves and arms felt bruised to the bone. I wondered if I
would ever stand again.
I was slowly filled with a conviction that she could read my thoughts. In my
pain and growing exhaustion it seemed any thoughts of anger or rebellion could
be sensed by her and would result in another terrible beating. My sense of
identity became detached. My world focused on her and her club. That if my
becoming her dog would lessen the pain started seeming a very logical choice.
After several days of torture, when my behavior had gotten to a point were
she was satisfied I was subdued, she led me from the punishment room on a leash.
Heavily chained I crawled obediently after her. She led me to the master bedroom
were I saw Lisa for the first time in what seemed an eternity. She wore a short
frilly nightgown and was sitting on the edge of the bed. My neck aching I looked
up and met her eyes. I saw pity.
This exchange drew an immediate response from Ingrid. She swung her club and
struck the back of my neck. Crying out in pain I cowered from her.
"BAD doggie!" she exclaimed. "Now lay and behave yourself." She raised her
club and I immediately slunk to floor and curled to a defensive position. Ingrid
fastened my collar to a short length of chain, which she attached to a bedpost.
My position left my head under the bed.
She smiled and turned to Lisa, "You see, I told you, these men are really
only two legged animals. Once they are properly trained they easily revert to
their true bestial state."
Then she took Lisa to bed. I lay sleepless on the floor and listened to their
lovemaking. At first Lisa had murmured protests, then her pleading had become
more breathless and finally passion was all I heard from above me. It went on
for hours. I suppose my presence inspired Ingrid because her demands on Lisa
seemed inexhaustible. When their breathing deepened and the bed's movements had
ceased I managed to divorce my deep despair and fall into my own restless
slumber on the cold wood floor.
The next morning began badly. I was awakened from a fitful sleep by a brutal
kick in my ribs. "Wake-up dog boy." Ingrid laughed as I gasped for agonized
breath. I opened my tear-filled eyes and looked up at the two females towering
over me. Lisa had her hand over her mouth as if to suppress an exclamation of
pity for me.
I had awakened with an erection. But, immediate fear had caused me to go into
a less turgid state. Ingrid noticed my semi-aroused condition and used her toe
to nudge my penis.
"You see this? The cur cannot help itself. Maybe I shall have it neutered.
When I am finished with his training he will have no use for these anyway." She
said. She used her toes to mash my balls. I gasped and jerked in my chains
attempting to protect myself. She used the heel of her foot to push me onto my
back. I concentrated on preparing myself for more pain. But, instead she only
laughed, stepped over me and led Lisa from the room.
I lay on the hard floor for an hour. Ingrid had not let me eat since the
previous morning and I was very hungry. I also needed to urinate. My abdomen
muscles were badly bruised from a particularly cruel beating days earlier and I
had little bladder control. I made a valiant effort to stem the rising pressure
but eventually pissed on the floor and myself. In abject misery I lay in the
reeking puddle and awaited Ingrid's frightening consequential reaction for this
indiscretion.
My fears were justified. When Ingrid entered the room she flew into a fury.
She repeatedly kicked me until she was breathless. When she noticed she had
splashed urine on her boots she unlocked the chain from my neck collar and told
me to lick her boots clean.
Completely broken I rolled onto my belly, scooted to her feet and stuck out
my tongue. I began to lap at the proffered boot in a servile manner. I don't
know what came over me. Perhaps it was the bitter taste of the urine or the
hopeless realization that Ingrid meant to destroy me. But on a mad impulse I
opened my mouth wide and took the whole toe of her boot between my teeth. Biting
down hard, I locked my jaw and lifted myself, throwing her backward. She fell,
cracking her head on the bed stand, and landed hard on the floor. Immediately
she started to attempt to regain her feet. I braced my legs and launched myself
head first into her stomach. The impact was jarring as I drove her into the
wall.
Pushing myself to my elbows I twisted myself managing to grab the dangling
keys from her belt. I recognized the large antique key that matched my wrist
manacles and twisting myself in another angle, pinching the key awkwardly I
blindly thrust it at the key slot. In sudden despair I realized I was chained
too tightly to push it fully in place. I strained at my restraints but it was a
fraction of an inch beyond my limit. In panic I noticed Ingrid had risen to her
hands and knees and was shaking her head as if to clear her vision.
I strained one more time with the key and then looked desperately about the
room for another means of escape. Lisa had entered and was watching me.
"Please," I pleaded, "Help me."
She paused for only a second, then walked over, bent and unlocked the
manacle.
"I hate that bitch," she said.
