Something that confused her was how ‘unholy’ the contents looked, not unholy in a devil worshipping, virgin blood drinking manner. More in a sort of neutral not really bothered by religion or any of that nonsense sort of manner, which for a baptists house was odd to say the least.
She called out again and again. Once she’d checked downstairs she cautiously moved upstairs.
As she looked in what she assumed to be the master bedroom Joanna noticed something curious. The sheets on the bed had been torn apart, she wasn’t sure what was most odd, the fact that the sheets had been left behind or the fact that something had torn them apart.
As Joanna looked around a large figure silently entered the room behind her.
Joanna turned to leave and nearly jumped out of her skin. Stood between her and the door was what she would describe as one of the biggest dogs she’d ever seen. Not in height you understand but overall, it must have been 200lbs of muscle and sinew. Looking at it, it appeared to be some sort of mastiff cross but she’d never seen anything like it before. Collecting herself, she gulped down her fear at the huge beast before her.
The dogs heightened senses smelt her fear and this excited him even more, ‘My new bitch is scared’ came the thought.
Joanna held out a placating, concilliatory hand, suddenly wishing she had her pistol or better yet the shotgun in the cruisers trunk on her now.
“Hello boy” she tried to control the quiver in her voice unsuccessfully
The huge dog took a step forward and growled menacingly. As he took a step forward Joanna took a nervous half step back and bumped into a wall. The dog moved forward again.
Joanna was now in a state of almost blind panic. Thoughts came vanishingly quick and left almost as fast. Coherent thought was an impossibility. Something was going to happen and there was little Joanna could do about it.
His new bitch was against the wall, the sense of fear coming off her was palpable. He was now about a foot from her, she was shorter than he thought, maybe 5’5″.
As Joanna stood trying fruitlessly to somehow back up through the wall the animal stood on its rear legs and placed its fore legs on Joanna’s shoulders. The huge animals face was now inches from Joanna’s. She tried to push it away until a low undulating growl left the animals mouth with a hint of the white of teeth showing.
For a moment the two stood in a sort of twisted embrace, Joanna’s hands up towards her face in a defensive manner and the animals forelimbs resting heavily on her shoulders.
Joanna regained a semblance of her usual composure and looked for an angle of escape, at this she saw something familiar around the huge dogs neck. It was a dog tag attached to a plain looking collar. It was moving spinning almost under the momentum of the dogs breathing.
“What’s on your tag?” Joanna said aloud.
Mast… it moved around, it was blue on this side.
Bit….. it moved around again, it was pink on this side.
The ‘mast’ side rotated back into view, she’d missed the last two letters, it said ‘Master’, it span again and on the opposite side it said ‘Bitch’.
“Master?” said Joanna out loud, “Is that your name?” she continued “Bitch? Who’s that?”
The animal barked loudly into her face startling her.
Joanna’s mouth hung open slightly as the huge animal had again unsettled her.
Suddenly and without warning the animal thrust its massive tongue into her mouth in a grotesque masquerade of a kiss. Joanna struggled to push the dog away but to a watcher it must have looked that she wasn’t even trying such was the impact of her feeble attempts to push ‘Master’ away.
The weight on her shoulders was becoming exhausting and painful to maintain especially with the ‘kiss’ also happening and she crumpled to the floor Master landing on top of her, his front legs landing either side of her head.
She decided to use his name or rather what she assumed was his name to try to regain dominance, although deep down she knew this was a lost fight. She realised that the dog was indeed called ‘Master’ and she suspected that ‘Bitch’ was her, how she knew this. She couldn’t be sure but she knew within her being that the dynamics of this relationship had been set and for the first time in her life she wasn’t in control.
“Master!” She said as forcefully as she could manage ” Get off me now!”
As if in response again the animal barked directly into her face landing its drool onto her. After another moment Master barked again directly into her face. His almost demonic eyes staring implacably into hers.
Another bark, followed by a low rumbling growl and then seconds later a further bark. He was waiting for something.
Joanna knew this but what was it? She had to think, what’s he waiting for? Is there part of a command I’m missing she thought, there must be something but what is it?
“Master” she began, she had to hazard a guess “Get off Bitch” that had no effect except to illicit another angry bark and the low gutteral growl leaked out again.
Lower now she tried to change what she said
“Please Master” she began “Please get off *your* bitch”.
This seemed to do the trick, it was the command that Master was awaiting but the response to it wasn’t what Joanna had hoped.
Suddenly Master tore at the front of Joanna’s khaki colored shirt ripping it from her body although not injuring her at all, Joanna screamed at this as the awful realisation that this terrible creature was going to force himself on her became absolutely apparent.
Joanna now lay on the floor with her head up slightly because of its proximity to the wall her ruined shirt hanging open exposing the sensible blue bra underneath. The demonic dog still stood over her menacingly.
Again the animal barked loudly into her face more of its saliva landing on her, it barked again and again immediately after followed by that familiar low gutteral growl. It wanted something, but what?
Terror gripped Joanna.
“W..w…what do you want?”
Again the huge beast barked at her, showering her in more saliva. He next took a grip of part of the remains of her ruined shirt and gave it a yank. This crystalised what he wanted to Joanna, he wanted her naked. She tried to move but the dog again emitted that low growl. Joanna tried to speak but it growled once more. He wanted more.
“Please Master”, she quivered. The creature showed it’s teeth as if to say carry on “Please Master, let me” it growled again “let your Bitch” she corrected “remove her”, Again that growl “remove its clothes”.
Master now took a quiet step back giving Joanna space to remove the remainder of her clothes. First she shuck her ruined shirt, then she quickly untied her boots and tossed them aside. Next she unbuckled the belt on her trousers pushed them down and removed them along with the white socks she was wearing. Sat now wearing only her panties and bra, she looked up. Oddly she felt slightly embarrassed that her panties and bra didn’t match, her bra being blue and her panties pink.
Master looked to be appraising her, that low growl again appeared yet again. Joanna knew this meant that he wanted her to speak, she knew the nature of what she must say.