Bishop
#1 of short stories
a story about, a sheep named bishop, and how he meets the love of his life.
hello there! whoever you are, i hope you enjoy this story. it's my first, and i plan to make more.
comments are highly appreeciated!
Part one
The problem with stories like this is that you can never figure out the perfect theatrical way to begin them... Bishop said with a giggle. Well, it was an average day of an average week of an average month, of a really hot summer. I had spent that day with my sister; she was teaching me how to make mom's world famous lasagna. I wouldn't change what I did that day if I was given all the money in the world...
I was on my way home when I got a phone call.
"-hello?
-congratulations! You have just been randomly selected to enter a contest, and if you win, you could win a new car!
- Cool! So is this a radio contest or something?
-you bet-cha! You are now live on rock fm. Ready?
-go for it.
-you now have one minute to answer as many questions correctly as you can."
It seemed so innocent, so harmless.
A week later, I had long ago assumed that I was not the winner might I add, I was on the same way home. My mother would always say- god bless her soul- that sheep like us had no place in a world full of predators. I never really believed her; would you? Some of my best friends were dogs, felines, even wolves! Never had they looked at me funny, never had anyone said anything of foul nature about them. "Almost there" I said to myself. Just as I was pulling out my keys to open the main door, someone called out to me. I turned around, but someone suddenly hit me with a tranquillizer dart.
Next thing you know I'm tied up and blindfolded god knows where.
"Bring him in!" said a loud voice. I was moved into another room and had my eyes uncovered. I saw a bunch of guys, too many to remember... dogs, wolves, cats, lions, cheetahs, all sorts of canines and felines, I even saw a rabbit, a bull, and a frog.
"Take a good look" said the guy I was handed to. I was then thrown into another room. I spent quite a while in there, so I eventually fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of begging coming from behind the door.
"Please no, not again! Anything but that! I'm begging you!" the scared voice said.
"Keep your mouth shut or I'll cut your throat!" another voice replied.
A distant weep faded slowly as they walked away. About an hour later the same threatening voice said "bring the new meat!"; I knew somehow that the new meat was me... what happened to the guy? I'm thinking. Was the same going to happen to me?
The door opened. I recognized the man's voice telling me it's time from yesterday. It was the guy who told all the occupants of the room to take a good look at me. It felt kind of weird seeing his face. As we walked through the hallway, we passed by many doors similar to mine. Listening carefully I could make out messages among all of the crying. "Don't struggle" they said. "don't worry, sheep. I'm sure they'll go easy on you". All those cells were occupied by weaklings just like me, ones who can't defend themselves against the huge creatures working as guards. They all just wanted to help. We went up a couple of floors and entered a spotless white walled floor with only two doors. I was sent through the one marked STAFF ONLY. I was then instructed to remove all of my clothes-at gunpoint might I add. After that I was sent through another door. Upon entering the strange looking windowless room with a huge mirror on the wall the door was in, I saw a table. "get on the table" the speaker said, which I did (having no other choice).A few moments later a guy walks in. he was one of the guys from the day before. A Dalmatian. Very fit he was. I wondered what was going to happen next. He walked up to me and said:" do what I say if you want to stay alive. Fight back and they will cut your throat without thinking twice." my heart paced as the Dalmatian tied my hands and knees together. "Please, don't do this." I said to him. "-you don't have to...
-but I want to." He said right before grabbing on to my fur. I could feel his manhood touch mine. I just wanted it to be over. He pressed against my anus and waited. I closed my eyes and went to my happy place. My late mother taught me to do so in times of need. "you are never too old to have a happy place" she said. I thought about her as I waited for the inevitable.
He pushed in, and it was like I was slapped out of my happy place. No amount of thought could cover up what this dog was doing to me. I felt my own blood humidify my legs as he tried harder and harder to make love to me. But he could not.
"Alright stop, stop! Don't rip him in half..." said the speakers once again. "Take him to Kyle". And so he did right away. Or at least that's what I think he did, since the trauma of the experience made ma pass out.
When I awoke, I was lying down in some sort of clinic. A bear pops out of nowhere into my field of vision. My eyes spread wide open and I tried to get up.
"Relax, I won't hurt you." He said as he sat down next to the bed I was laying on. "I'm Dr. Richards. People around here call me Kyle. I can see that Harold messed you up pretty good... he tore off part of your fur and ripped your anus... no wonder you passed out. You must be pretty confused. Would you like me to explain to you some things?"
I nodded my head.
"You are in a private dimension. Are you familiar with the concept of parallel universes?"
I nodded again.
"Good. Big b., the guy who owns this place, discovered that you could render people unable to cross from one dimension to another. In other terms, you put "locks" on dimensions. And so he did on this one, where none other than plants constitute the biological entity of living beings. Good so far?"
"Yes."
"So you can speak!" he said with a chuckle. " instead of sharing his discovery with the scientific world, big B. Decided that it would be better if he realized his greatest dream: to build a place where anyone, who has the appropriate financial resources mind you, can come watch animals like yourself get nailed. What you went through was a sort of audition, and let's just say you failed miserably. Keep in mind that most people who are here are present against their will. Even me."
"but won't people be looking for their loved ones?"
"big b. always comes up with a way to make it look like the person disappeared willingly. That radio contest of yours? It was a setup to use your voice to make messages that they sent to everyone on your caller list."
"how come you're letting me know all this?"
"big b. is very open about the things he does. Besides, no one ever gets out of this place."
"so, what now?"
" we are going to spend a lot of time together until you recover. And I have to help you get settled in" he said.
" what do you mean by that?"
"I have to dilate your anus if you are to survive in this prison. Heck, you might end up enjoying it."
Doctor Richards and I spent a long while together in his clinic; about two months. He turned out to be a very fascinating guy to say the truth. When I finally built up the courage to have him stick his thumb down there, he said to me "don't worry. I'll go easy on you."
Slowly, he increased the number of fingers. By the first month, we managed to fit four. We then moved on to increasingly large dildos. One day, he said to me that I was ready for the test.
"what test?"
"I'm going to try to screw you myself. Excuse the foul nature of my words, bishop."
"are you sure about this?" I said with fear in my eyes
"yes, I am." He said while staring into my soul with his big black eyes. "besides, who would be more gentle than me?"
"doctor, do you do this with all the new ones?"
"No, actually I have never been so unprofessional. It's just that you remind me of someone I cared deeply for." He said while holding on to my elevated legs.
And well, Dr. Richards made love to me. And just as he said, I enjoyed it. I will never forget how afraid I was the first time his claws invaded my back door; but look at me now... I was doing it like... like a little hore.
When he was done, he took a second to catch his breath. "Thank you doctor" I said to him.
He nodded as if to tell me not to mention it and said " you're ready. I'll give you a good recommendation."
And so he did. It was kind of hard for me moving out of doc's clinic, but all the training he gave me was very useful to me; it helped me "survive" as he described it.
The next day I was taken to the same room I was in two months ago. It was the same drill as last time and Harold came walking through the door. I smiled. "Wow" he said. " Kyle must be some kind of miracle worker because you actually seem exited to see me". I said nothing since I was a little nervous knowing what Harold the Dalmatian had done to me before. "Bring it on" I said to his big scary eyes.
"Cheeky, Aren't we? I'll show you some respect!"
He paced slowly around me and leaned against the table. He put his arms around me and once again I felt his manhood touch my anus, and I felt his hands grab my fur. But this time I was not afraid. Dr. Richards had prepared me well for the monster I was paired with. He went for it. I grunted in surprise as he made himself at home and pulled on the hairs that were at his hand. He slowly sped up, and we established a certain rhythm of moans and grunts. At one point, he laid down on the table and held me really close to him as I flew into the air with each of his thrusts.
And yes, it felt great.
Two weeks later the deep voiced guy tells me to come along with him. And here I am, before you; doing as you asked to tell you my story with all of its details. I appreciate the attention mister... what should I call you?
"call me big b.; but I doubt that you'll have the chance to"
You're big b?!
" Send in kyle!"
(is he mad? Dear god what's to be of me if doctor Richards spilled the beans? But why would that make this guy mad? I've been nothing if not profitable!)
"What? he can't come? Well take him away. You know what to do. Wait. Give us a minute."
("what to do"? what does that mean? Where is the doc? I don't want to die! I'm too afraid to struggle or say anything... what's he doing??!)
"listen sheep. I won't bother explaining my actions to you, since I don't fuckin have to! Figures if you're leaving us, I'm thinking why waste such a good piece of meat?"
(please no... what is this place? oh god what's he doing? Why is he tying me to an operating table?)
"Phil! Run program number 22!"
(what's that bright light in the other room? Why is he looking at me funny??)
No! Please! Don't! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STOP YOU'RE HURTING ME!
(this hurts like hell... god there' so much blood... how will I ever walk again?)
"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH! DO YOU REALISE HOW MUCH PLEASURE THIS BRINGS ME???"
Crying: please... I beg of you... leave my leg alone... you got what you wanted!
"it's been too long since I've had to eat some tender sheep meat... so refreshingly bloody... just the way I like it..."
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(why is the room spinning?)
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( can't feel... my leg... anymore.... )
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(light...)
Part two
(Where am I?)
...
(What's that beeping noise?)
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"-how bad is he?
-he lost a lot of blood. And his right leg was nowhere to be found. We found huge bite marks all over it; not to mention the trauma his body went through due to all the beating. But he'll make it. He's a fighter.
-are you sure?
-Don't worry... we're doing our best.
-thank you, doctor dray.
-just doing my job. Hey, it's good to have you back."
(That voice! it sounds familiar...)
"-hey there... I don't know if you can hear me, but just want to tell you that the suffering is over. He sent us back, but it seems somehow that in this original dimension time has flowed much faster... for you, one hundred years have passed."
(It's the doc! I'm so glad he's okay... wait... he's still talking...)
"I was so worried about you; I could barely recognize you when I saw you lying there on the ground... but I couldn't help you... he broke both of my legs. I guess he wasn't too pleased with the fact that we fell in love together... that we were soul mates that finally found each other... what I remember from those two months is not the training nor the physical matters... I remember getting to know you, playing chess with you, looking into your eyes; I remember making love to you that day... the worst two weeks I spent in that shit hole were the ones spent without you... you reminded this bear what it's like to be in love...true emotion in his dimension? No... you can't have that...
Oh dear...That was improper. I apologize."
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D d...
"god, he's awake! I'm here... speak to me..."
D d... don't... I l-love... you t-too...
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The End
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(that'll do for now...)
Aaaaaaand that's abou it for now. hope you enjoyed it!