Bitchin'

I turned the heating in the house on, put fresh blankets on the bed in my old room and dropped onto the mattress with a moan. My muscles hurt, my face hurt, my head hurt. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? I was so exhausted that I fell asleep within seconds.

I woke up when it was bright day outside, and only because someone was ringing the doorbell. I listened for Hannah - could she hear the bell too? If so she'd to be screaming her head off right now. "T'was stupid not to gag her", I mumbled to myself. I got out of the bed, still wearing the clothes I had worn all night, and answered the door as fast as possible.

The delivery guy was a good-looking, middle aged guy with good aps and a friendly face. He smiled at me, handed me a very small package and a large crate, had me sign for both and left again. He had not heard a thing from the basement, and neither had I.

I left the crate stand where the guy had placed it, right on the veranda. I went into the house and opened the much smaller package. Inside were the ten grand I had been promised by Pete. The ten bank notes looked as good as new and felt very real. These didn't look like counterfeit money.

I hesitated. I took the phone from my pocket. I put it away again, pulled it back out. Pete had called from an anonymous number that I could not call back. What now?

My phone rang. This guys' timing was unbelievable.

"Did you get the delivery?", he asked innocently.

"I did", I said. "What's in the crate?"

"It's a bitch suit."

"It's a what?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

"It's complicated. Essentially what you'll find inside the crate is a very sophisticated set of restraints that was designed for Hannah Gehringer. My client is a man with pretty unique interests, and he had it prepared for her to wear after her abduction."

That was a pretty shocking revelation. It got more shocking as I opened the crate and actually browsed through the contents: There were several pieces of equipment: Straps and belts, something that looked essentially like a corset, a thick collar, a set of four items that could have been some kind of sleeves. There was a hood with large eyeholes, the imitation of a dog's snout and a lot of straps and laces dangling from it. There was something that looked like a butt-plug with a doggie tail as a counterweight.

I've never been against Bdsm, in fact I got a pretty kinky side: Bondage does turn me on and I am not completely clueless about other fetishes either. But kidnapping a girl and forcing her into this kind of suit was something different altogether.

"Woah", I said. "This is dark. Why does he hate her so much?"

"He has known her for a long time and does not like her... attitude. He may be a sociopath, but he's following a certain code of honor. I think he once hoped that Hannah would turn out to be like him, but in the past few years he might have come to the conclusion that she's uncontrollable."

I looked at the hood, turned it in my hands, imagined Hannah wearing it. "So he was going to have her kidnapped. And what was supposed to happen then?"

"She would have disappeared from the face of the earth. A tragic case of a girl gone missing. There would have been a search of course, ads in newspapers, her whole story on cable, her face on posters and milk cartons. Or are you too old for that when you disappear with twenty-two? Whatever, it would have been the whole 'Have you seen this girl?'-routine. Basically everything that usually happens when a pretty, promising young woman vanishes would have happened in this case as well. And in the meantime Hannah would already be in a hidden place, controlled by very specialized people who would transform her into a good, obedient doggie."

"You can't turn a girl into a dog", I said dryly. "Humans are a little more complex than canines."

Thomas chuckled. "Sure you can turn a woman into something else. Dogs, Ponygirls, Slaves... it's being done all the time. Of course it doesn't happen so often to people from high society, but sometimes it does. For example I know of a young and wealthy family who accidentally seeked shelter in the wrong house during a thunderstorm. They are all ponyslaves now - mom, dad and two very sweet daughters. Dads' influence and money doesn't count once you have disappeared from the face of the earth and are in the hands of people who mean business.

Then there's this once promising young actress who made two successful movies, loved cocaine a little too much, got completely derailed and destroyed her career before it had really started. Her manager belongs to the same crowd than my mentor and got so massively annoyed that he arranged the actresses 'death' in a plane crash. She's actually still alive, has been a rubber doll for eleven years by now. The guy who bought her is a former fan of hers who keeps her permanently in bondage, rubber attire and sensory deprivation and calls her 'Miss Behaviour'. She'll never see the sunlight again and I would bet that she couldn't even talk anymore if you freed her from the permanent gag the guy had installed in her mouth. She must be completely insane by now."

I swallowed hard. "Well, some men might be into stuff like that..."

"...some women are too", Thomas pointed out. "More than you know. Actually you sound a bit excited."

"...but I am not."

"Maybe not per say and maybe not unconditionally. I understand that you wouldn't wish it to happen to a stranger or a nice girl."

"I wouldn't wish something so cruel to happen to anyone, Thomas."

"I think you are lying. I think I know you a bit by now, and I can hear how your voice shakes. You seem to already imagine Hannah as the unconsenting occupant of the suit."

I didn't want to give up so easily. "I'm not that kind of..." I was going to say 'fuckup' again, but bit my tongue. "...person. I don't want to be..." My voice trailed away.

Pete was silent too, for a moment. When he spoke again he sounded more sympathetic and more honest than ever before. It was outright laughable that I actually liked this guy.

"I admit that I have done things like this to all kinds of women, Jennifer. I catch them, I break them, I train them. The guy I work for taught me how to do it. It's a job, and a job I enjoy a lot. But it is much more fun to do this to women like Hannah Gehringer. You don't have to be afraid that I would harm you in such a way."

"Well, still..."

"Wait, please. Let me explain. When I saw you fight Hannah on that street - when I saw how much she scared you and then saw you fight back and knock her out - I was impressed by you. I think you are very tough, even tougher then you know. And I think you have a talent that you know nothing about yet. It's a talent that could earn you a lot of money, Jennifer. It could help you to begin a new life. And if you want it then I'll be your mentor and teach you how to do these things."

"You want me to turn her into a dog. You want me to put that suit on her."

"I want you to *transform* her, Jennifer. It's an art form."

"It's cruel and insane."

"But you'd enjoy trying it."

I was still looking at the hood. I studied the rest of the items again and let the tips of my fingers brush over leather and rubber.

"And you are going to pay me for it? How much will you pay?"

"Another ten thousand if you put the suit on her. If you don't want to continue afterwards we'll arrange an exchange and you hand her over to me. If you continue and train her yourself... you can earn much more money."

I took about twenty seconds to think about it. Pete did not rush me and just kept his silence. The money enticed me to do it, but there was so much more going on in my head: After all that Hannah had done to Thomas, after all that she had threatened to do to me... I did not feel obligated in any way to help her. Pete was absolutely right: Had she been a likeable girl I would not have done it. Had she been a stranger I would have had a bad conscience and thus might have declined the offer, no matter how badly I needed money. But I knew who she was. I could not help but think that I could do this, and that I might indeed even enjoy it. The thought to put her into the suit made my heart beat a little faster.

"I'll do it", I said. "I'll turn her into a bitch for you and you pay me for it."

He exhaled audibly. Was he relieved? Only now did I realize that there was no way he could have trusted me to keep his existence a secret if I had said 'no'."

"Did I just barely save me from being put into a bitch suit myself?" I asked him with a hint of irony. This was all happening too fast. I wasn't even scared.

"Not really", Pete answered honestly. He sounded so friendly. "But I admit that with your body you'd make an excellent ponyslave. And I've got a device here that analyzes your voice patterns. If you'd said 'nay' - or if you had said 'yay' and the computer had identified that as a lie - I would have had to make sure you don't run around and tell people about the stuff that we discussed today."

"I understand." I really did. It's a dog eat dog world. I've never thought anything else. And I could respect Pete for being so open. I would not betray him. I had made my decision. "Well, I'm afraid I won't give you a reason to transform me. I'm rather a trainer then the one who is trained."

"Good decision, Jennifer. Fits you better than a pony harness too. Now let me explain how the outfit is applied. You are a newbie after all, and as your mentor I'm responsible for you."

It felt pretty good, hearing him say that last part. Pete talked and I listened, and from a certain point on I even took notes.