Chapter 16
Three days later, the day before Christmas Eve, Willow was a bundle of nerves in the passenger seat of her SUV with Kenny driving.
She drank steadily from the thirty-two-ounce water bottle he’d handed her fifteen minutes before they left. She’d sucked down well over half, but it had to be gone before she got out of the SUV.
She kept focusing on one thing while the landscape blurred past. When she’d gone to her knees and asked him to bring her fantasy to reality, she’d snuck in that when someone acquired a new pet, they had to be taught things like orgasm denial.
A new pet couldn’t possibly be expected to hold back orgasms.
He’d stared at her a good thirty seconds.
They both knew she was breaking his rule about not negotiating, but she didn’t make it a deal-breaker.
Didn’t say she’d only agree to it under that condition.
Just mentioned it as a statement of fact while she thanked him for finding a creative way of bringing her fantasy to life.
No matter what happened to her over the next twelve hours, she’d be able to orgasm at will. Theoretically, anyway.
Every bump in the road jolted her bladder, the urge to pee barely there, but it would only get worse. Her stomach knotted, not just from the water but from the reality pressing in, because this wasn’t a scene she could safeword out of.
She’d asked to have her voice taken away. Asked to have her ability to telepath cut. In a few minutes, she’d be nothing but silence and obedience. No words, no excuses, no negotiating.
Her chest felt tight, breath shallow. The fantasy had been intoxicating in her head, but living it would be another thing entirely.
What if she failed? What if she completely freaked out and they had to end the whole thing early? The idea gutted her more than the fear of whatever humiliations were waiting.
When Kenny pulled into a high-dollar neighborhood built around a high-dollar golf course, she said, “Seriously, Sir? Vampires play golf?”
“I have no idea, but if you want to play and you’re allergic to the sun, the best way to get time on the greens at night would be to have them in your backyard. I figure they’re hiding in plain sight by living here, but maybe some of them enjoy golf.”
She downed the final six ounces when he pulled into the driveway, the need to pee a little louder now. Common sense told her he wanted her bladder full to start out her time as a pet by having to pee in the grass somewhere. Hopefully not here, but that wouldn’t be up to her.
He pulled up to a perfectly normal-looking oversized mansion, and the front door opened as they hit the first step.
They were taken through three doors that needed some kind of biometric input as well as a passcode, and ended up in an office with a man who actually looked a little like a stereotypical vampire.
The phrase tall, dark, and handsome came to mind, and he seemed both kind and scary at the same time.
“Ah, so this is your Willow. She is lovely.” He met her gaze.
“So it doesn’t come as a surprise, you won’t remember where the house is or what it looks like.
You’ll remember talking to me and what I said, but not what I look like.
I can see in your head what you want, but I need you to ask me out loud. ”
“Twelve hours, right?” she asked.
“Within thirty minutes of twelve hours, so from eleven and a half to twelve and a half hours.”
She was terrified, but she’d made up her mind, so she said the words he needed to hear. “Please remove my ability to vocalize and telepath for twelve hours.”
The thought went through her mind, again, that if she backed out, for the rest of her life she’d regret missing the opportunity to live out her fantasy.
The vampire tilted his head and said, “Regrets can be powerful things.”
She tried to ask him what he meant, and her heart stalled in her chest when nothing came out.
He turned to Kenny, who pulled an envelope stuffed with cash from his pocket and handed it over with a “thank you.”
A nod, and the vampire left.
The second he was out the door, she couldn’t remember what he looked like. She could remember thinking tall, dark, and handsome, but nothing more.
Except that envelope bulging with cash. Her men were paying for this, for her, for the fantasy of a mute, obedient pet.
What had begun as her fantasy, written out in detail for Kenny, now belonged to them as well.
They’d claimed it, twisted it, added their own edges until it was no longer hers alone but theirs together.
They were purchasing the opportunity to strip her down past words and mold her into the creature Kenny had promised.
The knowledge pressed down on her chest even as her cunt clenched and her clit throbbed.
Because while she didn’t know the details of what they’d do, the specific things Kenny had listed told her the three had talked at length about the evening, and about the depths of her fantasy they could take her to.
Fear and heat tangled in her belly, because what had started as her fantasy on a page would be theirs in practice, and tonight she’d live it, body and soul.
At the SUV, Kenny opened the back and buckled a heavy bondage collar around her throat, just above her permanent infinity collar.
This one wasn’t steel, it was thick webbing, wide and unforgiving.
Every swallow reminded her it was there.
The infinity collar was love and permanence.
This one was use. It wasn’t for meaning, but control.
She wouldn’t forget it. Not for a second.
When the leash clipped to the D-ring under her chin, the sharp tug wasn’t just restraint, it was a statement. The girl who’d walked into the mansion was gone, and the transformation to pet and beyond, to the creature Kenny promised, had begun.
Next, he slid padded mitts over her hands — not soft play mitts, but rigid ones that balled her fingers into useless fists. When she crawled, it would be on the padding against her knuckles. No access to her fingers. No thumbs. No grasp.
Her breath hitched. She hadn’t counted on that, and the reality hit harder than she expected.
This wasn’t a costume, it was a restraint that stripped her of function.
She couldn’t touch, grasp, or even gesture.
The loss settled into her like gravity. No voice.
No hands. It was the next step of turning her from a woman into a creature.
“Up.”
It was an order, and she scrambled into the back of her own SUV, moved to knees and chest when ordered, and stayed passive while he secured her forearms and calves with thick straps, then another over her shoulders.
Transported like an animal, and she had to pee so bad it hurt.
Kenny cut her dress off her body, leaving her naked and trembling in the cold interior. Her throat worked around a whimper that never left her mouth, and her eyes burned.
When they arrived home, he unfastened her bindings, lifted her out, and set her on the grass on all fours next to three sets of legs while Kenny held her leash, and the men talked amongst themselves as if she weren’t there.
“Wonder if the new pet is housetrained.”
“She doesn’t look it.”
The alien story she’d masturbated to a hundred times flashed back to her. The human treated as a beast. Trained. Walked like an animal.
Her bladder ached. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She lifted herself to squat the way she normally would to pee outside — weight shifting to her feet, hips lowering.
The slap came sharp across her face out of nowhere, making her eyes water, and then her head was shoved to the ground, cheek on the grass.
“Bad pet.”
Humiliation cut sharper than the sting on her cheek. She understood. No rising up. No weight on her feet. Pets stay on all fours.
Tears blurred her vision as she forced herself into an awkward crouch on hands and knees, belly tight, peeing on all fours with her face nearly in the grass. Humiliation burned hotter than the cold air on her bare skin.
And in spite of her tears, she was aroused. Maybe because of them.
They didn’t give her time to recover.
Cold water shocked her as the nozzle was pressed into her ass, Kenny’s steady hand holding her still. The enema was ice-cold, cruel in the thirty-six-degree air, her body shuddering violently as she tried to scream but nothing came out.
“Got to make sure our new pet doesn’t shit in the house,” Silas said casually, his voice almost amused.
His words reminded her why she was doing this. Reminded her of her fantasy. Fuck, she’d asked for this. They were giving her exactly what she’d told them she wanted.
She had no choice but to release into the grass, humiliated beyond words, her body convulsing as she expelled, the water steaming in the frigid air.
And then they filled her again.
Her teeth clenched, nails biting uselessly into the mitts, the pain in her belly worse than anything she’d ever imagined. She couldn’t beg. Couldn’t plead.
They gave her a quart at a time, maybe a little more, cold water forced into her bowels until her stomach cramped and twisted.
She shook her head wildly, tried to scream, but nothing came — no sob, no cry, no sound at all.
Only silence, broken by the hiss of the nozzle and the men’s voices above her.
“Creatures aren’t housebroken on day one,” Kenny said, matter-of-fact. “Takes consistency. You give ’em the structure, and they learn.”
“More like a filthy stray dragged in from the street,” Silas countered, shoving the nozzle in again, flicking the valve to let the frigid water rush in.
His tone was mocking, cold. “She’ll be pissing on the rug and shitting in the corner unless we train her right.
Better to flush her out in the yard where her shit belongs. ”