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CHAPTER ONE
Crawling lethargically from her hot, stuffy kennel, Mary emerged into thefierce Californian afternoon sunlight and cowered instinctively as the sun'srays fell upon her back like the heat from a furnace. She had suffered agoniesfrom sunburn in the first weeks of her captivity, but now the generous coatingof dirt she'd acquired protected her fair skin from its worst effects. At theend of her chain she squatted to urinate, the liquid vanishing immediatelyinto the parched, hard-packed soil. Drearily she looked around her at the familiarvista; the blank brick walls, broken only by the outlines of other, vacantkennels identical to hers, of the small yard she'd woken up in. She knew exactlywhere on her rambling old property she was; her house was no more than fiftyyards away through the maze of barns and outbuildings which had been so usefulas quarters for her canine guests. Her water dish was dry; her food dish emptyexcept for the hard, dried crust of food around its edge on which the flieswere perambulating, as they did upon the turds she'd deposited earlier thatday. In a day or so the sun would dry them to a husk, then to a powder, andtheir constituents would form part of the dusty ground. Even the cramped andsticky heat of her kennel was preferable to this, and she padded slowly backinside to turn around and lie down, her head propped on her mitted hands, staringvacantly out into the glare of the sunlit yard. She found herself whimperingagain; she had not expected it to be like this.
Only now was she beginning to realise that she'd always had reservations aboutthe whole thing, but when Elizabeth, her long-sought for and newly acquiredMistress, had taken her up on her vaguely expressed desire to live and be treatedlike one of her own dogs for a whole month, and offered to install herselfand her two live-in female slaves in Mary's large, remote farm-house for theduration, to look after her and her dogs and to conduct her affairs while shewas temporarily out of action, the other woman's forceful personality had seemedto leave her no choice but to go through with it. And indeed, that first awakeningfrom the sleeping draught administered to her by her Mistress had been delicious;to feel the collar around her neck and the weight of her chain, and to feelthe warm, rough dirt under her naked skin. She had even gazed in delight atthe thick leather mitts on her hands and savoured their animal-like helplessness.
But that now seemed a long time ago; surely the agreed month of her imprisonmentmust be nearly over? She had, at the beginning, made an attempt to keep somesort of record of the number of passing days, but the materials available toher were too limited, and her mitted hands too clumsy, and in the end she lostcount completely. In this she was not aided by the sheer monotony of her newexistence, where every day was exactly the same.
But surely the end was near, - and she cheered up a trifle when she recalledthat her period hadn't started yet - when she would be able to stand upright,wear clothing, and above all to shower or bathe, for she was only too awareof her grimy, rank-smelling body and her long dirty hair, now matted whereit fell around her shoulders with the food she couldn't prevent it dippinginto when she ate from her bowl.
She dozed off, to wake to her ever-present hunger and thirst. The light hadbecome grey and muted as one of the area's frequent thunder storms rolled infrom the Pacific. She whimpered deep in her throat. As a human being she hadenjoyed the spectacle of these late-afternoon Summer storms, seen from behinda large, reinforced plate-glass window in her air-conditioned living-room,a cold glass of Chardonnay in her hand and a delicious dinner cooking on thestove. Now, as an animal chained to a kennel, she saw them from a differentperspective. True, she wouldn't be thirsty when it passed, for both her foodand water bowls would be brimming, but the torrential rain would churn thesurface of the patch of hard-packed earth her chain restricted her to intoevil-smelling mud, and whenever she had to leave her kennel ? and she wouldhave to leave her kennel to empty her bowels and bladder - she would trackit in and onto the thin layers of smelly old carpet she slept on.
The first loud crack of thunder from overhead made her cower in her kennel,as terrified as her own dogs would be at this very moment. The shocking glareof lightning pierced the gloom, and the rain hissed down, the heavy drops sendingspurts of dust into the air until the ground became too wet to support them.The faint breeze, warm and humid until then, changed into a howling gale, drivingsheets of rain down the length of the small yard, the spray from their passingsoaking the bedding at the front of her kennel. The wind became cold, and therain changed to hail as the centre of the storm passed over. Mary cowered deeperin her kennel as the hail hissed down to cover the surface of the yard in athin mantle of white. Some of those hailstones were big and heavy, capableof rebounding from the ground and stinging her unprotected skin painfully asshe'd found out though bitter experience.
The storm passed as suddenly as it begun; the hail abruptly stopped, and themutter of the thunder retreated up the valley. The sun came out, but Mary resistedthe temptation to slake her terrible thirst from the bowls the storm had leftbrimming with rain water. The ground was a mess of thin, smelly mud, but thesun was drying it rapidly; soon she would be able to go out and drink withoutgetting the slimy stuff over her mitts, knees and feet.
The sounds of gurgling water draining from every surface ceased, the grounddried, and Mary scrambled out to her water bowl. Going down on her elbows,her forearms on the ground on either side of the bowl, she lowered her headand sucked and lapped noisily at the heavenly water, her dirty hair fallinglike a curtain around her head.
Raising her head at last, she shook it violently from side to side, scatteringthe excess water from her face and hair. The storm had cleared the air; thesun, though it shone as brightly as before, seemed to have lost its killingheat, and a cool breeze brought welcome relief to her sweaty body. The refreshingcoolness made her restless; for some minutes she walked back and forth outsideher kennel, her chain dragging along the ground behind her. Finally, with herarms and her knees shrieking for rest, she stopped and took up one the fewpositions she could now adopt without pain.
Her mind seemed unusually clear and she found herself remembering, with increasinguneasiness, the train of events which had led up to her present state.
It had all so seemed so easy at the time. She had been talking to Elizabethon the Internet for a month, happy and excited to have found a Mistress atlast, and longing to meet her. Her Mistress had been supportive and co-operativein discussing Mary's inmost fantasies, often suggesting exciting refinementsof her own, and when Mary, after some hesitation, had mentioned her desireto live for a time like one of her own canine boarders, Elizabeth had offeredto come over forthwith and make her fantasy into reality forthwith.
So far, so good; she thought. She'd half believed nothing would come of it,but Elizabeth, accompanied by two younger woman she'd casually introduced asher permanent live-in slaves, had driven up the very next morning in her hugeSUV.
Events had followed a whirlwind course; in no time at all the details of Mary'sordeal had been settled, and the running of her business by her briskly efficientMistress taken into her capable hands. Elizabeth had run Boarding Kennels ofher own in the past, or so she'd said, and her confident manner had over-riddenany objections Mary may have had at the time. Acquainted in a remakably shorttime with all Mary's affairs, she had announced, in a manner that brooked nodissent, that she was ready to take charge that very moment, and that Maryshould commence her month's 'holiday' as a dog that very afternoon.
It was as though she been hypnotized, thought Mary, carried along helplesslyby the older woman's forcefulness and efficiency. Only six hours after theirfirst meeting ? their only meeting so far, she remembered now ? Mary had wokenup chained to the kennel where she'd been ever since. For the first time shewondered why Elizabeth had found it necessary to drug her at all; she couldhave been led on a leash to her temporary home, Had something been done toher which had necessitated her unconsciousness? She recalled awakening witha slight headache, which had soon abated, and with a slight soreness of thethroat which passed in a day or so, but nothing else seemed to have changed.Unless, she thought, the restrictions on the bodily positions she could adopt,and the terrible pain which struck her if she tried to stand, or even to raiseany part of her body more that about three feet from the ground. And it wasthe same pain which prevented her from moving any part of her body past aninvisible line about twelve inches beyond the semi-circular limit of her sixfoot chain. For the first time she methodically explored in her mind the limitson her actions enforced by the pain which would punish her if she attemptedto go beyond them. Apart from being unable to stand, or to extend any partof her body much beyond the end of her chain, her posture was limited to lyingdown, standing on all fours, and sitting with her legs folded under her withher buttocks resting on her heels and her hands on the ground in front of herknees to support her upper body. She had learned quickly that attempts to siton her buttocks, or cross-legged, or in any manner adopted by human beings,brought instant, paralysing pain, and she wondered how this had been achieved.True, she vaguely remembered Elizabeth making some reference to restrictingher possible postures to those of a dog, and of agreeing enthusiastically withher that this would lend authenticity to the experience. But how on Earth hadElizabeth done it?
The air was turning colder now as the sun set, and she crawled back into herkennel. Elizabeth wouldn't send a slave to water her that evening; she wouldguess the rain had filled her bowls. It would be tomorrow morning when Maryreceived the next visit from anyone at all, and that would be the slave sentto feed her. And what food! She'd expected to be fed the same stuff as thedogs, and so she had for the first few days. But then her daily meal had consistedof a thick, sour-smelling porridge, coarse, tasteless and gritty, along withuneaten scraps from their meals. She remembered her disgust and horror at theprospect of eating the smelly mess the first time the tall slave had sloppedit into her feeding bowl from the battered plastic bucket she used to feedthe dogs, but now she salivated at the thought of filling her belly. Hastilyshe wrenched her thoughts from the subject of food to the conduct of the onlypeople she'd seen since her ordeal began ? Elizabeth's two slaves who fed andwatered her.
Two young women of about her own age, one short and dark, the other tall andthin, they had treated her with a casual brutality from the beginning. Thevery first time the short slave had come to her that first evening to waterher, Mary had come out and greeted her in a playful fashion, jumping up ather as a dog might do. Her reward had been to be seized by her collar, herhead forced down by the pressure of hard knuckles grinding into the back ofher neck, and several unbelievingly painful blows from the short whip bothslaves carried dangling from the leather belts they wore around the waistsof their sleeveless russet dresses. Since then she'd given them both a wideberth, skulking fearfully in her kennel whenever they appeared with her foodand water. And then there was the behaviour of the dogs, some of them old andregular residents well known to her, whenever they made of their rare appearances.After some initial confusion, they were beginning to regard her as an equal ? ifnot an inferior ? and she was frightened of them, tethered and defencelessagainst their powerful jaws and sharp teeth. Twice Bonny, in her human existencea favourite German Shepherd bitch of hers, docile and friendly, had interruptedher over her morning meal to examine the contents of her food bowl, pokingher long muzzle into it and warning Mary off with a snarl and a show of longyellow teeth. Once the tall slave had arrived with her water bucket along withDuke ? a young black Labrador ? on a leash, and had let him lap from her bowl.Mary remembered her feeling of disgust as she been left to stare at the waterthe dog had left for her ? but she had drunk it all the same.
She stirred restlessly on her thin, damp bedding; it was dark now and shecould just make out the faint scattered glow from the house lights where Elizabethwas, no doubt enjoying a dinner cooked by her slaves. She was beginning tohate Elizabeth, suspecting that she actively enjoyed keeping her as a captiveanimal, dirty and stinking, outside in the darkness. Her thoughts returnedto herself. She'd expected to be played with, and to be exercised, and experienceall the activities she provided for her canine boarders, but instead she waskept chained up in this dreary place, a forgotten and neglected animal. Howshe wished her ordeal would end! Surely she MUST be released soon?
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