Dog Training: Mastering Mutt
#2 of Dog Training
When Cydnee woke up, she had several pressing concerns. First, she remembered where she was, strapped forcefully against the wall, naked, in a stranger's home. Or factory. She really had no idea where. Second, she looked to her friend, Shaniqua, just a few feet away. Her friend was in exactly the same condition as her. Third, and foremost on her mind, was her urgent need to pee.
Before the two women had been kidnapped, they had been walking home from a night club, and they had both had plenty to drink. Now, Cydnee was tied to a wall with a full, urgent bladder. Only a small amount of light filtered into the room from the door, and she had no idea if the man who had captured them would return, or when he might release them from their bonds. She strained painfully to hold it in, refusing to pee on herself in the dark with her friend watching. She was being unreasonable, and she knew it. It was just urine, and the mild discomfort of letting go would be worth the relief she would feel.
Shaniqua was clearly experiencing the same difficulty, squirming against her bonds. Her best friend looked like shit, her makeup smeared down her face from the tears, her normally impeccable hair scrunched up against the wall, her mouth forced painfully open by the gag that muffled her cries, and her expression one of abject horror. Not that Cydnee could blame her. She wondered if she looked as bad as Shaniqua.
Suddenly, a light turned on through the door, allowing Cydnee to see more of the room again. She heard footsteps, but this time there was only one set...presumably the man she had seen before. She looked at each corner of the room to see if there were a camera, because his arrival seemed perfectly in time with the girls' discomfort. She couldn't see any cameras, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Both women locked their eyes on the door.
It was the same man, and he was looking at the two of them. This time he was holding the electric prod, and he started walking slowly toward Shaniqua. Cydnee didn't know what was going to happen, and she wanted to look away, but she forced her eyes to stay open. If she was going to somehow escape from this situation, she would need to be vigilant. Fortunately, he didn't use the device on Shaniqua. At least, not yet.
Instead, he reached around the naked woman to unlatch her from the wall. Apparently the leather shackles around their feet could be attached or removed from the wall without leaving their legs. Shaniqua was still shackled around the legs, but now free from the wall. That would make it difficult for either of them to stand much of a chance in a fight with the man, since they would only be able to hobble around. Cydnee would have to grab the cattle prod to stand a chance...
Next, the man stood and released each of Shaniqua's hands. Cydnee was surprised to see that the man was allowing her friend full use of her arms and hands. He was underestimating them! The two girls had taken a three-week course in self-defense, and were perfectly fit individuals. This was their chance...come on, Shaniqua!
But she didn't strike out at the man. What was she doing? If Cydnee were the one who was free, she would have socked the guy right in the nose and grabbed the wrist that held the cattle prod to control his ability to defend himself. Shaniqua just hobbled forward, moaning through the gag, rubbing her sore legs. Damn it...
The man backed away from Shaniqua, grabbing a fresh roll of newspaper and laying it out on the ground. Then he said, "Come on, girl, do your business!" Cydnee was furious. Girl? They were women, not dogs. She and Shaniqua would never stand for this obscene degradation. But Shaniqua shuffled forward onto the newspaper and crouched. This time, Cydnee looked away.
Until she heard, "Bad dog!" She looked back to see her friend being pushed down onto all fours, peeing on the newspaper below her. Once the woman was on her hands and knees, the man said, "Good. Good girl! I think I'll call you Nutmeg."
Shaniqua was crying again, even as she finished relieving herself. The man said, "Back to the wall now, okay Nutmeg?" Shaniqua began to stand, but he pushed her back down, and pressed the cold, metal prod against her back. It wasn't on, thank god. But Cydnee still couldn't understand why her friend would follow this mother-fucker's directions. But Shaniqua began to crawl back to the wall slowly, on all fours, the man walking right beside her. When they got to the wall, he said, "Up, girl, up!"
Shaniqua stood, and the man grabbed her arm. Cydnee could see the man was strong, much stronger than either woman. But she had learned early in her self-defense course how to deal with that. Unfortunately, the leg shackles made utilizing her knees much harder. In seconds, with what seemed like a great deal of practice, he had locked Shaniqua's arms back to the wall, and he knelt and reattached the leg bonds to the wall as well. "Good dog, Nutmeg!" the man said in an excited tone. Shaniqua was sobbing again.
Next the man approached Cydnee. She wouldn't give in so tamely as Shaniqua. She waited patiently for the man to unlock her legs. Then he stood, reaching for her arms. His eyes met hers. Those eyes made Cydnee shiver. They looked kind and intelligent, the man's gentle smile causing crinkles in his skin on each side of his eyes. He was unbelievably normal about locking up two women in his basement and treating them like animals. She glared back at him.
He paused, watching her for a moment before stepping back and saying, "Here, doggie. You need to go, don't you? Your name is Willow." Reaching into his pocket, he procured a couple of leather straps. He wrapped each strap around her wrists, connected by a long loop. Then he reached for her left hand, undoing it from the wall. She would need both hands to fight him, so she waited obediently. Then the man pulled on the loop between her new straps. Instantly, the loop tightened, pulling her left wrist flush with her right. Fuck. He was shackling her hands as well? Why? He hadn't done that to Shaniqua!
Only now did he release her right arm. He must have been able to tell that Cydnee was going to resist, while Shaniqua wasn't. Why had she glared at him? She should have been meek. She should have cried... Her pride had cost her her first good chance. She was free from the wall, but her hands and legs were bound. The man pulled hard on her hand-cuffs, forcing Cydnee to the ground. Then, he said, "Good girl, Willow!"
She couldn't take it anymore. Cuffs or no, she wasn't going to allow this psychopath to treat her like this! Lunging for his legs, she tried to hook her arms around his knees to knock him to the ground. But he was too fast, as if he had been expecting it. He jumped back and reached forward to touch her back with the metal device. It was a threat, but she wasn't ready to give up just yet. Her hands still worked, even if they were tied together. She flung her arms behind her back, trying to grab the cattle prod. She hoped to surprise the man with her persistence, but with her hands tied, she couldn't quite reach the weapon.
That's when she heard a click, and electricity coursed through her body. Her body lost control, and she could tell she was involuntarily peeing on herself. The last thing she heard before going unconscious was "Bad dog, Mutt!"