Introductions
Mandy opened her eyes and regretted it instantly. A bright light was being shone directly at her face, and her dull headache turned into a fierce lance of pain starting at her eyes and ending at the back of her skull. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to cover them, but found that she couldn't move her arms. They were tied behind her back to the backrest of the wooden chair she sat upon. She panicked and tried to stand, but got nowhere as she found that her legs were tied to the chair's, spread apart slightly. Frightened, she forgot about the light and opened her eyes to look at her bindings, and was again greeted by the splitting pain in her head.
It hurt so badly that she thought she was imagining the woman's voice.
"Oh good, you're awake. I was just about to go to bed."
Mandy cracked her eyelids, but even that let too much of the awful light in, so she screwed them shut again.
"Please, can you turn the light off?" she heard herself ask. It wasn't until she spoke that she noticed the awful taste in her mouth. It tasted like sun burnt fish had laid rotten eggs all over her tongue.
"Oh, of course, dear. Let me get that for you," said the voice, reassuringly. She heard a switch being clicked, and the light outside of her eyelids got significantly less intense. She opened her eyes partway, and was greeted with darkness. Her pupils were too contracted to see much, she supposed.
"And how are we feeling tonight?" asked a shadowy female figure in front of her. It was then that Mandy realized her situation: she was tied to a chair in an unfamiliar room with no memory of how she got there. Oh god, oh god, think. What was the last thing she remembered? The bar. Yes, yes, the bar! Her friends had convinced her to rebel against her parents and go out drinking to celebrate their quarterly exam grades. Oh god, had she been drugged? Had she been raped? Sold to someone? She still appeared to have her clothes from that night on, and she didn't ache anywhere but her head, so she doubted any rape.
But still, if she'd been drugged, then why was she tied to a chair talking to this woman?
"Wh-wh-who are you?" Mandy asked, with the nervous stutter she so despised. Normally it would be bugging her constantly, but at the moment, Mandy felt she had bigger problems.
"Oh, don't worry about that just yet. I'd much rather know who you are," the woman said. Mandy's eyes had grown used to the darkness somewhat, and she was able to make out the woman better. She was a tall cat of some sort, though Mandy couldn't make out any fur patterns to conclude a specific species. She had elegant thin-hoop earrings through her feline ears, and appeared to be dressed in little more than a corset and panties, much to Mandy's embarrassment.
"What's your name, girl?" the woman asked in a slightly commanding tone.
Mandy gulped. "M-m-m-Mandy," she stammered.
The woman cocked her head. She looked as if she were considering something. In the lull in the conversation, Mandy took a brief look around the room, now that she could see a little better. The room was entirely stone, making the term "dungeon" spring to Mandy's mind. On the floor beside her was a small bag. Behind the woman, Mandy noticed a door, the room's only prominent feature, apart from the light that hung above them.
"No," the woman declared finally. No? No what?
"Wh-wh-what?" Mandy asked fearfully.
"No, I don't like the name 'Mandy'," the woman explained. "How about 'Rita'?"
"Wh-what? But I-m-my name is Mandy," Mandy said frantically, not fully understanding what had just transpired.
The woman smiled at her and reached into the bag, pulling out a bottle of water. The water looked cold. Mandy had never been so thirsty. Before she could ask for some, the woman unscrewed the cap and tipped it in her direction, allowing her to drink.
"I like Rita much more than Mandy," the woman explained as Mandy drank. "So, your new name is 'Rita'." She pulled the water away after a few seconds.
Mandy gulped again. "But my name is Mandy," she repeated. "Y-you can't just decide to change my n-name."
The woman smiled again, and this time, there was something cruel in it. She walked closer, and to Mandy's surprise, sat down in her lap.
"I'm afraid I can, Rita," she said seriously. "You see, I've always wanted a pet. But, as I'm sure you know, there aren't many ferals left in the world. And besides, you can't quite train ferals to do...everything you might want them to do."
As she said this, she moved her hand to Mandy's left breast. Mandy yipped in fear, and tried to get away, momentarily forgetting her bonds. The woman smiled her cruel, toothy smile again, and started to squeeze and knead Mandy's breast, much to the collie's horror.
"So, I decided that you're going to be my pet. You'll have a very good life, let me tell you. Once we're through with training, that is. I'll train you to be the perfect pet. You'll crawl for me, do anything I ask, and beg to please me. When I'm through with you, there won't be a thought in your head except my pleasure." As the woman explained all of this to Mandy, the cruelty in her smile seemed to grow to match Mandy's own expression of horror.
Mandy shook her head frantically, trying to wake herself up. "Y-y-you can't do this to me!" she whimpered, at the verge of tears.
The woman smiled once more. "Well, of course I can, Rita. You are mine, after all. I can do whatever I want with you."
At this, Mandy began to cry. All she had wanted to do that night was have a little fun. Her grades had been good, so she thought she deserved a little celebration. Her parents, strict as they were, thought otherwise, and forbade her from going out. She'd been livid at this, which made her friend's attempts to get her to sneak out and drink with them that much easier.
She remembered how angry she'd been at her parents, how she'd wanted to leave and never come back. Now, all she wanted was to see them again.
The woman cocked her head. "Now, why are you crying, Rita?" she asked.
Mandy sobbed and choked briefly before voicing her childish plea.
"I want to go home," she whimpered.
The woman smirked at her, and put her muzzle next to Mandy's ear.
"You are home," she murmured. Then she stood, and left the room without a word, leaving Mandy to her tears.