New Beginnings

Chapter 13

Rectal Feeding

10/12/12

Past 2 a.m

I wasted no time re-gagging the mutt, this time with a huge ball gag and it didn’t resist either and neither during the re-hooking of its nose hook.  

“You look so much better this way, I think I’ll record phase three of your punishment. Would you like that?”

“MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!”[ unintelligible noises] 

“I knew you’d like it and don’t worry your family won’t see it till you reach your ten anniversary mark with me. By then I’ll have plenty of vids for them and you’ll be a complete brainless mutt and you won’t know who they are, so. it won’t matter to you.”

The mutt no longer acted fatigued, its face was back to that of an angry bull, nostril flared and eyes bulging..face redder than ever.  Fucking drama queen

Mutt/Z I want to fucking murder him and I know now and accept that’s my only way to freedom. And I hope in the end God forgives me when I do…

Sir In order for the rectal feeding to properly work like it did last time for the mutt Ash, I need the current mutt on its belly. So I go behind the plastic and pull out a twin mattress and drag it in front of the mutt and drop it. It’s still covered in blood and other bodily fluids just like I intended. The mutt seems confused but relieved, almost as if it thinks it will rest now. But no…rest won’t come anytime soon for it.

Mutt/Z I jolt at the sound of the mattress falling. Is he gonna rape me…no please God…don’t let him! I beg you!  Then my already pained stomach starts to feel airy along with the rest of my body as I start to picture the man towering over me naked as I lie on the mattress vulnerable unable to move due to the rope and unable to scream loudly due to whatever contraption he would to silence me …Fuck!!…Not once had I considered this man would fuck me by force till now and that would explain the enema. 

Sir The mutt no longer looks relieved but fearful and then I get the sense it’s thinking I ‘m going to screw it. I smirk and go up to it and pat its head and then I move down and kiss its forehead. It starts sobbing and that makes me hard, now only did I mess with its head but I managed to get it crying and fearful again. 

Mutt/Z This can’t be happening…no…God, please don’t let him do this I try and get out the pillory even harder, straining my neck even more and to the verge of breaking it. I just want out!!!!! I even try and get the pillory to fall backwards using all of my weight but it’s no use and the bar device that’s securing my ankles doesn’t help. 

Sir I leave the mutt alone and go to my work table behind the plastic and I contemplate how I’m going to secure the mutt on its side since I realize it being on its stomach won’t be such a a good idea. I look at my wall of chains and then to my rope collection. I then decide on police grade zip ties and chains. Both will be quick and easy and give the mutt less time to fight. So I grab three long chains and padlocks and two zip ties and head over to the mattress and I lay them down near it, the mutts soft green eyes looking on. 

 “Ok mutt, your Master expects you to behave once I release you. If not I’ll use the highest setting on the cattle prod. Nod yes if you understand?”  It doesn’t nod and flares its nostrils in defiance. 

With cattle prod in hand I unlock it’s ankles out of the spreader bar and as I reach for the latch to unlock the top part of the pillory, the mutt’s breathing gets heavier and I just know it’s because it’s going to run. 

Mutt/Z The man seems hesitant to lift the top part of the pillory and I know it’s because he thinks I’m going to run since I have nothing left to lose because I don’t want to be raped without going down without a fight. So I tell myself that once he opens the top part, to fall down and curl up before doing sliding crawling towards the plastic and then towards the first visible door. Hopefully he’ll have a slow time reacting and even if hits me with the cattle prod I plan on pushing through the pain. 

Sir I grip my prod tightly as I lift the top part of the pillory and once its up, I try and grab the mutt but it falls to the floor, clutching its stomach and curling up into a fetal position. It sobs and I watch for a minute and then it quickly starts crawling towards the plastic. Each crawl slide is met with a strained cry and I just know the mutt is in pain from the whippings, the enema and the electric shocks. I put down my prod and walk over to it and stand above the mutt, it ignores me and keeps sliding. I watch it reach the plastic and after that I had enough watching its second pathetic escape attempt and go after it. 

Mutt/Z Everything hurts as I slide my bruised body across the cold concrete floor and I know the man is taunting me by letting me get so far again but I don’t care, if I reach the door then next time I’ll know where it’s at and I can get there more quickly the next I try and escape. 

I reach the plastic and lift it to crawl under it but the plastic is much thicker and heavier than what I remember from the first time I ran. Once I lift it and it hits my back, it hurts like hell and I whimper and nearly scream when the thick material scratches over my bum.  With tears filling my vision I can see the door through the blurriness and pull myself faster towards it. Once there, I try and reach the handle but my energy is spent and whatever hope I had is dashed….I forgot the fucking door requires a passcode. FUCK!FUCK! I can do nothing but lie flat and cry and then I sit my self halfway up and I beat my fist against the door, pounding it hard. This isn’t fair, why did God put me in this position, why???? I’m supposed to be at home studying, making love to Angie, seeing my family and continuing to be a good person..not at the mercy at some perverted freak. 

I pound and pound, that my fist are red I don’t even realize the man is behind me till I feel is thick hands around my ankles. He starts pulling me backwards and I pull the ball out of my mouth and began pleading for him to stop and in my own stupidity I try and dig my nails hard into in the concrete to try and slow him down but all it does it makes them bleed a little. I have little strength left at this point and then I make a vain attempt at grabbing one of the table legs but I can’t reach it. 

Soon I’m back behind the plastic and on the mattress. As the man spins me around and onto my stomach I scream at him, “STOP! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! I’M NOT GAY AND HAVE NOTHING AGAINST THEM BUT THIS ISN’T SOMETHING I WANT DONE TO ME AS MUTT!! PLEASE HAVE SOME MERCY!

Sir I get the mutt on the mattress and just like I predicted it’s moving wildly and thrashing about as I lay it on its back and it also somehow managed to get the nose hook and gag out and it’s using human words to beg for me not to rape it. I grab the zip ties and put them around each wrists tightly and turn my body around while still sitting on the mutt and secure it’s ankles. I reach for the first chain and insert one end into the side of the mattress into holes I drilled into it for such use and bring the other end to the other hole securing the mutt back and I repeat the same process with other two chains. With its back, waist and legs secured, the most it can do is move a little, Now I just have to gag it but not before I go to the mini kitchen to get the bucket of slop. 

Mutt/Z The man leaves the room and I try and move my body but the chains holding me down barely let me budge. I breathe heavily, my mind feels muddled and I feel like I’m on the verge of passing out… Heaving breathing sounds followed by a few dry swallows and groaned cries of desperation