The Facility

by Amy Yao

  Hot, blasting pain stabbed into her. Erika should have known better. In fact, she did. And yet, she still made this choice.

  Without even thinking, she reared back and crawled into the room again.

  "I warned you," David said, smirking.

  At first, Erika couldn't even try to answer. She looked back at him, her chest rising and falling as she gasped through those lingering sensations.

  "Here, girl," he said, tapping his leg.

  Without even realizing what she was doing, Erika crawled back to her husband.

  That's when he crouched down. He dropped the newspaper, which gave him a free hand. He touched the top of her head, rubbing her, petting her. He even scratched Erika right behind her ear. "Good girl. You see, you like being a good girl for your owner, don't you?"

  Erika didn't respond. She wasn't going to dignify that with a response, or so she thought. But then, David grabbed up the newspaper, not that Erika really worried about it.

  The pain had started to fade. It was gone now, just a bad memory.

  "Speak, girl."

  She shook her head.

  "Last chance. Speak, girl."

  At first, Erika didn't even know exactly what he expected. Only then she remembered hearing one of her friends give that exact same command to a pet dog.

  What did it mean? She was supposed to bark.

  Oh, hell no. Erika didn't care what kind of punishment that meant. Even as her insides tensed at the prospect, she closed her mouth, hardening her lips into a strict line. No. She wouldn't give this man what he wanted. No, she wouldn't fulfill his desires.

  "Are you sure you want to be stubborn, Erika? We both know that you are going to give in. We both know exactly who and what you are," he told her.

  She shook her head again, making the tips of her hair slide against the back of her neck.

  "Okay," he said, dropping the tip of the rolled up newspaper right down against her nose. And as he did that, the built in tracker registered the movement. It knew what to do; it understood what was happening.

  The signal was sent, jumping from the tiny transmitter to the tiny receiver in her collar.

  She was shocked again, snap electricity that lit up pain receptors throughout her body. Erika arched her back. She cried out, whimpering just like a dog.

  "Care to try that again?"

  Erika shook her head. She didn't care what he did. Or at least, that's what she told herself. Yes, she could be stubborn, which usually meant she was just acting dumb.

  "Silly girl," he replied with a chuckle. Okay, so she wouldn't speak. That was fine with him. They could continue to play this game for minutes or hours. Maybe even days. They did have a nice room at Of the Facility, after all. It wasn't like David was in any rush.

  "Speak," he ordered again. Just one word.

  Erika growled at him.

  She expected another swat of the rolled up newspaper against the tip of her nose. And yet, he didn't do that.

  Instead, he laughed at her. "Good try. Not bad. You can do better."

  He was giving her another chance.

  She felt her throat tense up. She swallowed, seriously wondering what she was going to do. Would Erika give up? Would she sacrifice another shred of her dignity for the sake of pleasing this man?

  She hated the idea of proving her acquiescence, of showing him that he could win. And yet, she was stuck there! Unless she could get the collar off, she was utterly trapped. Realizing this, Erika looked back up at her husband.

  "Woof."

  "Cute. But I want you to sound a little bit more authentic. Show me what you can do, Erika. Go ahead. You can do it," he said to her.

  He wanted her to bark like an actual dog. He wanted to hear her best impression.

  Gritting her teeth, Erika inhaled and exhaled. She glanced back at the door again, thinking that maybe she would try to get out. If she rushed off, maybe she could somehow escape. Yeah, right. Without even really thinking about it, Erika knew she would fail. No, she had to think about this logically. Unfortunately, that meant surrendering, at least for the time being.

  "Wruff!"

  "Good dog!" He dropped down onto his knees. Even in that position, David still towered above her. His fingers moved along her back, toward her neck, through her hair, and then he did something she never expected. He caught her completely off guard by nudging her.

  The puppy girl lost her balance. She fell onto her back, and her husband took advantage. He touched her breasts with one hand. With the other, he dropped the remote control. Although Erika saw this, she didn't know what she could do with that information. His other hand went down between her legs.

  No, not there, she hoped.

  Even as she started to pant, he stroked her pussy. He touched her lightly, for less than a second. And yet, that brief contact was enough to trigger something inside of her.

  Erika was getting turned on. His hand went along her inner thigh. He caressed her, teasing her. Apparently, she had done exactly what he had desired, so now he was rewarding her.

  That wasn't what Erika wanted! She didn't want him to give her this!

  Too bad. She didn't get a choice.

  Physical contact triggered something within her. More and more, it turned her on. It literally made this puppy girl pant for more. He kept going, on and on, touching, teasing, playing with this girl. He forced her to enjoy it.

  Because she couldn't just surrender, Erika did her best. She tried to get back up onto her elbows and knees. As hard as she worked at it, she couldn't escape. He kept petting her, showing her just how wonderful it could be.

  "You are such a good little puppy girl," he said to her. "Yes, you are. I'm very proud of you. Who is a good girl? You are, Erika. You're such a good little puppy girl."

  No! She tried to fight it, to ignore him. It didn't work.

  Then his fingers plunged back down into her slit. It felt as though this had happened many times before, but that didn't help her. Erika didn't have any way to hold out. There were no mental barriers she could erect, especially after she had suffered so many punishments already.

  Some part of her wanted this; some part of her needed it.

  He worked his fingers, down and up, down and up. He played with her. He lightly caressed her clitoris. He violated her most sensitive spot.

  Then he pulled away, withdrawing his hand. As he did so, Erika whimpered again. More and more, she sounded like a human puppy, not a woman, not someone intelligent or articulate.

  "Now, are you ready to do some more tricks for me?"

  David stood up. He wiped his fingers off on his pants, and he gazed down at his pet.

  "Very good."

  Erika parted her lips, and this request hovered at the back of her throat; she actually wanted to ask him for an orgasm. Just one. It didn't have to be a big one.

  Then she shook her head to dislodge those thoughts. What was wrong with her? She was better than that! She wasn't going to ask for an orgasm!

  The anger twisted inside of her, apparently too strong to be suppressed by the device around her throat. That felt good, and she embraced it, but she didn't know how long this would last, especially because her Master kept speaking.

  “Very good. I’m proud of you, Erika. You’re being such a good little puppy dog,” he told her. Erika flinched as those words washed over her. She didn’t want to be a good girl. She didn’t want to obey this man or do as he said.

  And yet, she noticed him put his controller away just a second later. And that’s when something occurred to her. The collar was starting to influence her again, wasn’t it? At first, she told herself she might just be paranoid. Only then, there was this tingling at the base of her throat, and he smiled at her. “Who is a good little puppy? You are. You are such a good little puppy dog.”

  Erika suddenly felt the urge to get up onto her knees. She wanted to lift her bound elbows, to straighten her back and show off her stance to her Master.

  Right away, she understood
what was happening. The collar was somehow encouraging her, making it feel like she was supposed to be obedient, like she was supposed to submit to her husband. But this wasn’t simply about behaving like a schoolgirl or even a horny slut.

  No. He wanted her as a puppy girl. He wanted to strip away her humanity, and he was going to make it feel good.

  Erika tried to shake her head.

  “What’s wrong, little dog? Are you having some trouble?”

  He was grinning, and there was nothing she could do about it.

  “I’m very proud of you. I do like seeing you behave yourself. You’re doing such a good job. I think you can keep it up for me. That’s why you’re going to roll over for me. Roll over, puppy girl.”

  She had barked. She wasn’t going to roll over like a dog.

  That’s what Erika told herself anyway. But then, he tilted his head to the side. “You know what you have to do, Erika. Go ahead. Show me that you can be a good girl. Show me that you know how to obey. You can do it. I know you can,” he told her, and those words rippled through her. She felt numb, deep within her core.

  Some part of her really wanted to do it. Some part of her really wanted to submit, to accept this man and his authority. She closed her eyes for just a moment, and she pictured herself right at his feet, lifting her head, her chin stretching forward as her eyes would run up his chest, toward his smiling face.

  Erika could be a good little dog, couldn’t she? She could be a good pet.

  “I’m not a pet,” she said, mouthing those words. Because she didn’t actually speak them or make any sounds, the collar didn’t activate.

  “What was that?” David asked, pretending that he didn’t know exactly what she was trying to do.

  This time, Erika simply shook her head from side to side. As a quick, aggressive swing of her chin and cheeks. She inhaled, getting ready to shout at him, only to stop herself at the last instant. No, she couldn’t make the mistake of provoking another punishment. She didn’t want to feel the bite of electricity.

  “You’re going to feel so much better if you give in. It’s going to be better for you. You can just be a happy little doggie for me. And who knows? I might not even decide I want to keep you as this kind of pet.”

  This kind of pet. Now Erika heard those words, and her heart butted in her chest, beating faster.

  She needed to tell him that she was never going to be any kind of pet!

  But even as those words pulled through her mind, Erika glanced down at her mostly naked body and her bound limbs. At the moment, she was trapped on her elbows and knees. If she couldn’t stand up, if she couldn’t walk around, did that mean something? Didn’t that mean she was actually a dog? Did it mean she deserved to be treated like one?

  “And go ahead, sweet girl. Do it. You know you want to. You know it’s going to feel so good.”

  Damn him. He was right!

  Erika did her best not to think about it, not to anticipate the rush of pleasure that she would have if she rolled over, yet she could already feel it simmering in her body, these pleasurable vibrations. What could be more important than serving her owner? What could be more important than pleasing him?

  “You’re not my owner!” Erika couldn’t say those words, but she still formed to them, her lips dancing to the sounds she wished she could have called out.

  “Go ahead. Be a good little puppy for me.” It felt like he was programming her, teasing her with every sound, taunting her with the possibility.

  Erika started to fantasize about it again. She didn’t really mean to do it, but it just sort of happened. And then she realized something. She was moving!

  Erika threw herself down onto her side. She used the momentum to climb back up onto her elbows and knees. And just like that, she had rolled over. Now “good doggie!” David called out as he crouched again. His hands roamed over her body, touching her feet, her legs, her stomach, her breasts. All the while, Erika kept hoping for something else.

  Her pussy ached for attention. That’s what she really wanted! That’s where she really wanted her Master to touch her.

  And this time, she thought of him as her Master, and Erika didn’t even worry about it.

  It just seemed…natural.

  Because she needed attention, Erika followed her instinct. Maybe it was buried deep within her unconsciousness, or maybe it was just obvious, or maybe the collar had started to influence her again. In any case, Erika gave in, and she started to wag her hips from side to side. She needed attention for her slit. Her clit throbbed with need, but he still refused to touch her down there. He had done it many times before, sometimes putatively, only now, he refused.

  The puppy girl glanced up at her Master, and she realized something.

  David knew; he understood exactly what was happening.

  The petting continued, his fingers lightly grazing over her skin, and she loved those sensations, but she wanted more! She wanted to feel him right down there between her inner thighs. She spread her knees wantonly, hoping that he might decide to reward her.

  Instead, David rose up again.

  The temptation to whimper, to beg, to hold out her elbows and look like a dog begging for a treat gripped her. She could have done it. It would have been easy. Erika knew this, and yet she stubbornly refused to give in. Determined to cling to her dignity, she inhaled and exhaled through her nostrils, breathing. She just had to focus on her breath. She needed to concentrate on holding out just a little while longer.

  Yeah, that didn't do any good.

  "Roll over, girl. Roll over like a good little doggie for me."

  She hissed through her teeth, but there it was again, that wave of anticipation. If she obeyed her Master, then he might reward her. That's what she needed. That's what she needed so desperately.

  Again, it seemed to happen without any conscious decision making on her part. In one moment, she was still. In the next, she was on her back, rolling over, spreading her legs, her slick pussy on display for her owner.

  This time, David didn't reward her. He didn't crouch down or pet her.

  "There we go. Now sit up. Sit, girl," he ordered.

  Erika felt her face heat up. The blush ran down her cheeks, along her neck, to her shoulders. The humiliation stung.

  And yet, it also felt good. She had this bizarre sense of double vision, only this was emotional. On the one hand, she hated the way she was being treated. On the other, she loved it. Somehow, she wanted more. She was desperate for it.

  "One more time," he commanded.

  Focusing on those words, she rolled over again.

  "Good girl. Now do it again."

  What? He said that it was only going to be one more time. Erika glared at him, her eyes narrowed. She didn't realize it, but she looked adorable. There wasn't anything intimidating about this mostly naked and collared girl. On the contrary. When she got upset and petulant, she just exuded this cute, canine aspect.

  David loved her for it.

  "Again. Roll over. Roll over like a good little doggie," he ordered.

  Erika shook her head.

  She forgot about the rolled up newspaper, the one he held in his left hand. He raised it up and swatted it across her nose. The paper didn't hurt, but the movement triggered the microchip. More importantly, it activated the collar.

  There it was again, another snap of electricity. She fell down against her side. Panting, Erika grunted. She growled like a wild animal again.

  "Don't be a bad dog. You want to be a good dog. You want to be a good little puppy girl for me. Because good little puppy girls get touched."

  Somehow, those words felt like incredible wisdom. He was right. If she behaved herself, he was going to touch her. With her pussy throbbing for attention, Erika didn't know what she could do.

  Actually, that wasn't true. She was trying to bury herself in denial when she understood exactly what her Master wanted from her. Roll over. Beg. Sit. Do all the annoying little tricks that he expected.

>   Again and again, she told herself that she wasn't a dog. And yet, he told her, "Sit."

  At once, Erika pushed herself back up onto her knees.

  "Good girl," he said, and Erika knew what was going to happen. She could already see it in her mind's eye. She shook her head, but he reached down, patting her. Yes, he patted her on the head, like she was a good little doggie, a dumb animal who didn't really understand what was going on.

  "Good girl. Yes, you are. You might be stubborn from time to time, but you want to be a good girl for your owner, don't you?"

  Erika glowered again, her expression sharp, her features set with unadulterated frustration. And yet, David watched her. He reached down again, and Erika was sorely tempted to try to snap at him, literally. She wanted to bite at his fingers, to show him that she wouldn't be tamed.

  Only she didn't. She couldn't quite bring herself to that level of savagery. Or maybe something else. Maybe she had this notion that she really did want to be a good girl.

  As David looked down at her, he couldn't help but think of his last conversation with Miranda.

  "You're sure about this?" David had asked.

  They were in that exact same room, so Erika was still off getting her hair done.

  "Absolutely," said Miranda. She held up one of the leashes for him. "You want to select which one you have her wear. This is very important."

  David didn't necessarily disagree, but he looked at her anyway. "Does it really matter?"

  "Absolutely. Every detail is important, especially in these early stages of training."

  "I'm just not sure it's going to work," he said. He wasn't supposed to express these kinds of doubts in front of Erika. But with the counselor, it was a little bit different.

  "I understand," Miranda replied.

  "You do?" David poked one of the round tubes with his foot. In theory, he understood what all of this equipment was for, and yet he still had a difficult time wrapping some of his thoughts around this place.

  "Absolutely," Miranda said again. "Puppy training is a difficult task. This is especially true when you're dealing with someone like your wife. I could tell that she was stubborn, and that is sometimes a virtue. But simultaneously, it can be very frustrating when you have to deal with someone."