"You think you have it figured out."

 

What? No? What could he mean? Maer is instantly alert at her Master's words, but he has already trained her to avoid speaking.

 

"Strip," he says.

 

Maer does. What is he going to do to her? She's worried, but what can she do?

 

Her pupils dilate with fear as he pulls out the switch. She has already grown to dread it. He grins his evil Orcish grin.

 

"This is one of my favourite games. I'm going to trash you within and inch of your life unless..." he pauses, running the switch over her body. He pokes at a nipple (ouch), he rubs it between her legs (mmmmh), he presses it into her mouth (should she fellate it? Should she do nothing? She does nothing).

 

"When I say 'run' you may run. I will follow. As long as you stay out of reach you will be safe. But if I can hit you... I will. As long as I hold the switch, the game is on. Do you understand?"

 

She nods. She's still tender from the thrashing at the Bannered Mare.

 

"Look into my eyes."

 

It's difficult for her to do so. He has already been conditioning her to consider eye contact either a challenge (that results in a beating) or something only done when fucking. She does not want to challenge him and... well... the eye contact is sensual and frightening at the same time.

 

"Do you understand," he repeats.

Again she nods. Slowly, almost hypnotized. To the pit of her stomach, she feels like prey. Desperate. The moment stretches on. She can feel cold sweat forming in her armpits and on her hands. The hair on her neck is standing up. She feels like puking.

 

"RUN!" 

 

"Eeeeaah!" She screams and jumps, almost peeing herself from the start.

 

* THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! *

 

He strikes her thigh, her breast and her stomach before she can even turn.

 

* THWAP! THWAP! *

 

He gets her on the ass and back before she gets out of reach. It hurts, but her adrenaline is going all out. She runs, bare feet across rain covered stones.

 

He laughs, then runs after her.

 

 

Some people in town point and laugh as she runs by. Most just ignore her. It's not their business how another man manages his slave.

 

Her feet hurt, and she's out of breath, but she's been staying ahead of him. Where is he...? Oh shit! Run! He almost corner her.

 

She's not sure how long it lasts but eventually he puts away the switch.

 

"How do you feel," he asks.

 

She looks at him, then quickly averts her eyes.

 

"You may answer."

 

"Awful," she mumbles. "I hated it."

 

"Good," he says. "Remember that feeling."

 

 

He leads her to a door.

 

"Kneel." She does. "Do you know what place this is?"

 

She shakes her head, looking at his feet.

 

"This is the Kennel. Have you heard of it?"

 

She nods hesitantly. She's heard... a little?

 

"What have you heard? You may speak."

 

"I... I... uh...." It takes her a second to find her voice. "I've heard that it is not a nice place, Master. Leona threatened to get my old Master to send me there as punishment. That's all I know, Master."

 

"It's not a nice place. You will see for yourself."

 

She bows her head, "yes Master."

 

"Go in. Tell the kennel master you're there to spend the night. I will meet you here tomorrow morning."

 

She's still feeling the residual panic from being hunted and beaten through the streets of Whiterun. This doesn't make her feel any better.

 

"You are obedient. That is a good start. But in your heart you're still holding on to who you used to be. That won't last."

 

It's true. She's still holding on to who she used to be. She just has to hang on for thirty days, right? But this is not a good sign.

 

 

Inside, her first impression is the smell (acrid, like a poorly cleaned barn). Next, it's the heat and humidity (she starts sweating almost immediately). Then it's the sound (animal sounds. Moaning? Other unidentifiable sounds. Was that a scream?)

 

Slowly, apprehensively, she walks down the stairs.

 

There's a man sitting at a table. The kennel master.

 

 

"So what are you? A sow? A bitch? A mare? Or just a plain old cunt?"

 

Maer blinks. In spite of her situation she's not used to that kind of language being used at her.

 

"Uh... I... what do you mean?"

 

"Just what I said," the man running the kennel sneers at her. "Are you a sow? You know, a female pig? Sloppy and dirty, wallowing in the muck and shit? Or are you a bitch? You know what a bitch, is right? A female dog. Stinks, needs to be trained, licks her own cunt and asshole."

 

Flecks of spittle fly across the table and land on her face as he talks. What a disgusting man.

 

 "Or are you a mare? Big, clumsy, skittish, ready to be bred, longing for big horse cock?" He leans towards her. Instinctively she leans back.

 

"Or are you just a plain old cunt? You know what a cunt is, don't you? Well, answer me! Do. You. Know. What. A. Cunt. Is?"

 

"Yes," she whispers.

 

"So which are you? Answer the question or get out of my sight."

 

She can't very well go back to her Master now. Maer thinks, before answering "I guess...I guess... I'm a cunt."

 

"I didn't quite hear you there, can you speak louder?"

 

"I'm a cunt!"

 

"A plain old cunt." He looks her up and down, then shrugs. "Flabby, loose, smelly, will take any cock it can.... I can kind of see that, I guess."

 

If she wasn't severely uncomfortable with the situation, Maer might find the kennel keeper's attitude comical. But she is, and instead she's finding it oppressive. He, obviously, thinks he is hilarious.

 

 

"Alright cunt. Take off your clothes. Let's fit these on...."

 

First she puts on a pair of high boots with hooves instead of soles. She can barely keep her balance.

 

The kennel keeper grabs her hands, forcing some sort thick leather gloves on them. They're more like balls, really, preventing her from using her hands for anything.

 

"What are those," she asks. She can't even scratch herself now. "Why do you I have to wear them?"

 

"To keep you out of trouble, cunt. Can't have you have advantages over the other beasts in the kennel."

 

Without warning the kennel master bends her over the table. He almost slams her face into the surface, but she manages to brace herself and lessen the impact.

 

"Here, get your spit on this." He shoves some sort of plug or object in her mouth, pressing against her tongue. It has a slightly musky flavour to it and a bunch of long hair attached to one end (the end that's not in her mouth).

 

The kennel master is holding her neck down against the table with one hand. The other hand starts rubbing her vagina. She starts lubricating almost immediately.

 

"Heh. Like a fucking faucet."

 

"Mmmmh...." Maer's hips start moving in time with his fingers. She closes her eyes and starts imagining that the object in her mouth is her Master's cock. It's pretty incredible how fast she can go from frightened and disgusted to yearning for a climax. The two states of mind have become closely linked in her psyche by now. She doesn't even try to fight it.

 

The kennel master pulls the plug out of her mouth. He rubs it around her vagina for a few moments, then plugs it into her asshole with a single, firm motion. "Eeeeh!" She squeals. Luckily Maer's been fucked in the ass enough to quickly relax and let it enter her. It almost doesn't hurt, lubricated as it is with her own fluids.

 

"Alright cunt, now you have a tail. In you go."

 

She wobbles as he pushes her through an iron gate, then shuts and locks it behind her. *CLANG! *

 

Gingerly, Maer works her way down the stairs.

 

It stinks like dog piss and horse manure and... other things, she's not sure what. Which makes sense, because there are a number of dogs and horses and other animals down here. All of them are watching her. Maer wishes she could use her hands. Even steadying herself against the wall as she walks precariously in the pony boots is difficult with those gloves on. With every step, the plug in her ass rubs against... something... and it's uncomfortable and stimulating at the same time.

 

She looks around. There's not much to see really, not much to do. Eventually she scrapes together a pile of straw and tries to go to sleep. Even that's difficult with the boots and the gloves. As she tries to fall asleep, she realizes how incredibly horny she is in spite of the dismal conditions. It's hard for her to fall asleep. She's so damn horny, and she can't even masturbate properly with the gloves on. But she's exhausted and sore, so eventually she drifts off into an uneasy sleep.

 

The kennel keeper comes to fuck her several times throughout the night.

 

Each time he comes as if he's raping her, slapping her, pinning her down, covering her mouth. But Maer doesn't resist. She knows there's no point. Instead she obeys her Master's first instructions, and gives it all she has. She pursues her orgasms fast and hard.

 

A couple of the dogs nose around, whining and yapping, as Maer thrashes about on the filthy floor beneath the kennel master. It just adds to the humiliation and degradation, and that just adds to the intensity of each climax.

 

"Heh. You were right, you are a cunt desperate for any cock coming your way," says the kennel master as he gets up one time during the night.

 

Maer, as she lies gasping and spent on the kennel floor, cannot really think of a counter argument.