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    Chapter One

    Her first conscious thought was, I'm awake. She hadn't opened her eyes just yet, but was aware of sounds and that she was cold. The second conscious thought was that she had a Blacksmith using the inside of her head as an anvil and was hitting a particularly hard piece of metal with a four-pound lump hammer.

    She groaned and cursed red wine. She always got a hangover after drinking red wine and reminded herself of the often-made promise to stick to the voddy.

    April then realised that she was naked. Not an unusual condition in the mornings, but along with her nakedness was a realisation that she wasn't in her own bed. In fact, she wasn't in a bed, but on the floor with some kind of fur rug under her. She unlocked her eyelids and was immediately sorry she did. The Blacksmith really began to go at the anvil inside her cranium. She closed her eyes again and groaned once more. But, not before they registered that she was in fact, lying on a sheepskin rug, face down with her wrists tied together and attached to a radiator tail.

    To most people, this would have given rise to panic, but April was almost used to waking in strange situations in strange places after a night of debauchery. Her life style dictated that she would often get into what might be construed, as tricky positions. She had to give these one nighter's up. One of these days, she would really find herself in trouble.

    Time to run a system diagnostic she thought. April wiggled her toes and was pleased to feel that they were all there and not restricted. Legs were in a similar condition, brilliant, so far so good. Her inner thighs were sticky and wet. Nothing new there then, must have been one hell of a night, because she was also aware of a pool of wetness under her pelvic bone. She had either pissed herself or her partner of last night had left his semen to trickle from her body and coagulate below her. Her check of the rest of her body found no damage and seemed to be fully functional.

    She heard a door whisper open and the heavy tread of bare male feet approach.

    "You're awake then". His voice rasped in her ear like a file rubbing over soft cheese.

    "Umm". Surely he didn't expect her to be able to articulate coherent words so soon after waking into a situation as this did he?

    Suddenly, white lightening raced up her spine as her brain registered the unexpected lash of a whip across her buttocks.

    "Whadthefuck!!! Jessuzzzz!!! whadthefuck was that for?" She screamed into the fur of the rug.

    "Just your morning wake up call, thought I would bring you all the way into the rest of the world. Good morning. Long day in front of you"

    A cold wet nose made her flinch as it nudged against her tailbone. Then a warm tongue lapped at her crack, but could not get too far because she clenched her muscles tight in confusion and as a protective defence mechanism.

    "Better open your legs, unless of course, you want another wake up call." His voice sounded calm, reassuring, but at the same time, commanding, leaving her no illusions about his sincerity.

    "What the fuck is going on?" Her confused synapses screamed at her to do something, she was hardly awake and they were being abused.

    "It's only Max cleaning up."

    "Max! Who and what the fuck is Max." But, she already knew.

    "Max is your lover from last night. God you two were terrific." He conversationally informed her. Had she really fucked a dog? She also knew the answer to that one, but had no recollection of the event. Had she been that drunk last night?

    "I need to pee." Obediently, she had opened her legs and the dog was washing her, but the only effect was to make her need to vent her bladder. "God my head hurts."

    "Probably the GBH, it gets some people like that. If you want to piss, do so. Max won't mind in the slightest." His conversational tone did little to calm her.

    "What the fuck is GBH and can you stop that dog from doing that? I need to get up and go to the toilet."

    "... Otherwise known as date rape drug. It renders the taker bereft of will and makes them totally compliant." He ignored the rest of her question.

    Her bladder let go involuntarily and a gush of urine flooded from her. April was genuinely getting worried at her predicament. Sure she had been in some amazing scrapes before, but this one was a little too far even for her adventurous spirit. The dog lapped at her labia and cleaned her up. April whimpered and decided that pleading might help her.

    "Please, I don't know your name, let me go eh? I promise I won't tell anyone, I mean, how could I? I don't know who you are or where I am. Just let me go and we can forget all about it, put it down to experience, what do you say?"

    "April," His calm voice whispered into her ear while the dog continued to lick her sex. "I promise you that nothing will harm you here. If, at the end of the day, you want to go and never see us again, that will be okay with me, but, you will be here for the day and you will get screwed until we are both satisfied. So, why not just relax and enjoy the experience?" He sounded so matter of fact and she was certain that he meant every word, but it still did little to assuage her fears.

    "Now, why don't you kneel up and allow Max to clean up properly?"

    April, thinking that she had better just go with the flow, struggled to get her knees under her. It wasn't made any easier with a tongue lapping at her sex and her hands restricted by the ties to the radiator pipe. At last she managed to get into a kneeling position with her head down, which gave Max an unobstructed angle to her. His tongue hit home and licked straight over her clit, producing a shiver. The feel of the slightly rough surface of the dog's tongue was starting to work its magic. April could never resist a tongue doing its thing, her resolve always melted at this point and this time was going to be no exception. A familiar heat began to build up in her groin. If this dog didn't stop his tonguing and soon, she would come hard. Max seemed to sense her increasing excitement, because his ministrations went up a gear and he licked faster and longer, travelling from her clit, over her pussy lips and up to her puckered anus.

    April gasped and tried to breath through the fur of the rug where she was pressing her face down in an effort not to let her body release. She clenched her buttocks together thinking it might help in controlling the urge to climax, but it was to no avail. The heat had built to a crescendo and then suddenly boiled over in a wave of pure pleasure. She soaked the dog's nose with her secretions and a crashing climax coursed through her.

    Max was lifted away from her. She heard him being dragged across the floor and the door shut. Her captor returned and whispered into her ear once more.

    "Wasn't so bad was it? I'll bring you some water and towels so you can clean yourself up. Want some breakfast?" Without waiting for an answer, he left her prostrate on the floor.

    The time gave April the opportunity to think. She tried to recall last night's events, but most of it was a blur. A vivid memory of locking the office door seemed like a good starting point from which to work. Joe, the barman at her local watering hole had nodded his recognition of her entrance. She remembered her usual Vodka and orange and she remembered talking to Lynne who was in the same business of selling cosmetics to department stores. They worked for rival companies, but always got along very well.

    April remembered going to 'Flamingos'; a nightclub that she frequented as a devoted parishioner goes to church. Every Saturday night would find her propping the bar while she scoped the influx of likely short-term partners. April had no interest in anything-long term. A few days and the guy would get on her tits. Why they always descended into demanding little boys left April at a loss. She had lost count of the times some sad bastard professed undying love for her only to never call again when she threw them out. So much for love, it sucked.

    Picking up guys at the club had become a frequent thing. Her natural good looks and slim body worked to full advantage in the testosterone charged atmosphere of the club. It had led to some wild nights and some pretty hairy moments. Several times, her training in martial arts had come to the rescue. Her Mom was to thank for that.

    Last night hadn't been any different as far as she could remember. The usual parade of spotty faced louts, leering at her and making suggestive insinuations. But nobody special came to mind. April couldn't remember leaving the club though. A snatch of conversation in the ladies was the last thing she could remember from last night. An over made up bimbo's face swam into her minds eye and something about borrowing lipstick. April never used the stuff. She sold it and knew what went into making it. But, after that, she had no recollection.

    The door opening again interrupted her thoughts. From the corner of her eye, she could see bare feet approaching her. She was still kneeling in the same position.

    "You may get up now April. I'll let out a little of the chain so you can feed and wash your self." A ceramic bowl was placed on the floor by her head and a towel slipped off his hair-covered arm. April, smothered a shudder, she hated hairy men. She felt him release some of the chain that was attached to her wristbands and the radiator pipe.

    "Thanks. What do I call you?"

    "It ain't Jesus like you called me earlier." He laughed at his own joke and turned to leave her saying over his shoulder, "I'll be back." He laughed again at his attempt to mimic the voice of the Terminator in the film. April groaned. The door closed, she still had not yet seen him fully.

    The water was nice and hot with scented oil floating on top. Folded on the side of the bowl was a flannel. She washed herself as best as she could, the wristband proved to be quite an encumbrance and a handicap. The towel felt soft and warm on her skin.

    Washed and refreshed, April took stock of her surroundings. She was in a basement room. A high level window allowed some sunlight to permeate through a filter of a floral curtain. It was the only form of light in the room. A bed took up half the floor space and a wardrobe had been fitted into an alcove. The floor had been covered with laminated wood floorboards. She was sitting on an orange dyed sheepskin rug. Warmth was coming from the radiator. The walls had been painted in what looked like magnolia paint. There were no pictures and little adorned the room. It had the feel of being a spare bedroom, like a guest room or something.

    The door opened again. Her captor pushed it with his foot. She could see that he was tall, powerful and broad shouldered like a rugby player. His jeans were tight and a white tee-shirt was stretched over his torso. His feet were still bare and he had hair on the top of his big toe. Max, or least, that is who she thought it was, padded into the room behind him. The large dog sat obediently at a command from his master, but his eyes glittered as he observed April. She could see the pink tip of his penis protruding from its sheath. She looked away in disgust. This all took only a second or two.

    "April, allow me to make some introductions, this is Max." The dog's ears pricked at the mention of his name. "I am Dave and you are our slave for the day."

    "Dave is it? Well Dave..." Her voice dripped sarcasm; "I don't find this in the least funny. Please release me from these cuffs and let me go. What I said earlier stands. I will not tell anyone of this, fucking hell! Who would believe it anyway?"

    "You said you would say that." He smiled for the first time and it radiated from his eyes. "You said that I was to ignore your demands and I should treat you like a captive. Well, your wish is my command. Here's your breakfast."

    "What do you mean I said you should treat me in this manner?" April's confusion reigned. "I would never allow myself to become any man's slave, let alone you and your dog."

    "You said you would say that too." He smiled again. "Why don't you shut up and eat?" He turned from her and signalled Max to follow as he left the room, not shutting the door this time.

    The tray he had been carrying held buttered toast and two boiled eggs in a twin eggcup holder. A mug of tea sat to one side and a bowl of sugar with a spoon in was on the other side. April realised she was famished and ate it all with relish.

    Dave returned a little later and cleared everything away. He said nothing nor offered any responses to her questions. It was as if the relationship had changed from him being a genial host to a tight-lipped gaoler. April began to worry that she was in way over her head. It didn't help that her imagination was running riot. When Max was brought into the room and tied to the other radiator pipe, April really started to worry. Dave once again, wordlessly left the room to April and her new companion, the dog.

    Max studied her from almost black eyes. His head cocked from side to side as if to get a better perspective. He sat quietly, but she noticed the pink tip peeping from its furry sheath. He was an obvious cross with more than a little Labrador in him which gave the dog the gently look typical of the breed, but he had something else in him that made him much taller and slimmer than a pure Lab.

    "Well what now Max Eh?" She needed to hear the sound of her voice as a calming influence, but failed miserably. Her body still had a vivid memory of what the dogs tongue could do.

    Max's tail thumped and wall and the floor. She could almost swear that he was grinning at her in a lasviscious way as if anticipating her shuddering beneath him as he ground his cock inside her. April was imagining things she knew, but, at the same time, she felt that familiar heat build up in her guts and she could feel her heart start to bang against her ribs.

    There was enough slack on her chain for April to shuffle over to the dog, who moved toward her until his leash prevented him getting any nearer. It was close enough for her to be able to stroke the dog, which she did. April wasn't overly used to animals, her busy lifestyle didn't allow for pets and her childhood had been spent as an army brat, never staying in any place long enough to set roots down or allow for pets. It may have been this that set her life as almost a nomad as it was.

    She stroked Max's head, playing with his ears and scratching the back of his head. A look of bliss overcame him as he relaxed and lent against her. A mutual calm and bond was developing between the woman and dog and a shared moment of anticipation passed as her hands travelled down his sleek coat towards that centre of desire, which was beginning to poke out of its sheath again. Slowly, April bent her head and with some difficulty, managed to get his cock in her mouth. April sucked him until his cock became rock hard and his knot slipped from its furry haven. She managed to get most of the nine inches or so that the dog's organ had grown to the back of her throat, working her tongue greedily lapping and urging the animal to climax in her mouth. She was rewarded with a thin stream of pre-come that was hotter than her own body heat and felt gorgeously salty as it ran over her taste buds before she hungrily drank it down. It was then that she realised what she was doing and a shudder of revulsion overcame her. April had had many cocks in her mouth before, she had sucked so many men to orgasm and swallowed their semen, but had never thought, for one second, about doing it with any other species.

    Max licked his throbbing cock to clean it before it retreated back. His look was filled with unspent longing and more than a little chagrin at her stopping before the main event.

    Dave returned soon after she had stopped. She had a feeling that he may have been watching from the darkness of the door, because he had a smile on his face and his words when he spoke held a knowing meaning to them.

    "I see you and Max are becoming a good friend, that's good, because you and he are going to get rather more, well acquainted. Stand up April."

    April stood with some difficulty, her hands, although not tightly cuffed, made it awkward to manoeuvre properly. Eventually, she made it onto her feet. Her nakedness, for some reason, gave her a moment of embarrassment. He had seen her in all her glory, but not when she had been sober or standing. She tried to cover her mons with its closely clipped line of hair. Dave laughed at her attempts of modesty. He released the chain that was running through the cuffs and led her to the bed.

    "Lay on your back, I want to look at you fully." She complied, but still covered her mound, feeling more than a little uncomfortable. "Very nice... You are very nice." She accepted the compliment.

    "What happened last night Dave? I have no recollection of meeting you or anything I might have said." She looked into his eyes and waited for an answer.


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