Shaking her head groggily, Lily fought to hold onto the darkness. She was having a nice dream; Strong, firm legs pressing open her thighs; The overwhelming smell of masculinity and pine trees; Teeth lightly grazing the tender flesh of her neck then tracing a trail down towards her pert nipple. This was pleasant enough, but Lily wanted more.
She wanted this dream to hold her down and possess her completely. She wanted to FEEL the teeth over her dusky pink nubs. She wanted to feel them tighten as this dream-man's tongue flicked over then around the hard little peaks. But like any good dream, the more she tried to control it, the more it slipped away.
She was aware of the lips trying to move away from her breasts, 'no', she thought, intent on holding the head to her chest. When her hands failed to wind through the man's hair, she became aware of the dull ache in her arms. It was distracting, to say the least. As more of the fog lifted from her mind, she put two and two together, her hands were tied above her head. Giving a pull to test how secure her binding was, the already raw flesh over the pulse point on her wrists ripped in futile objection. This wasn't how the dream should go. Fighting the chill creeping through her gut, Lily let go of the darkness completely, this wasn't how the dream was supposed to go.
A rough finger thrust it's way between her soft curls at the apex of her thighs, she struggled uselessly to shut her legs, at the same time another digit skimmed the tight hole between her cheeks. Snapping her eyes wide open, Lily screamed as she realised that this wasn't a dream. A mirthless chuckle came from behind her as the fingers were, thankfully, removed.
"Awww look Rick, our little trophy has woken up. Not enjoying it as much now, are you peach? If I had to look at that ugly cunt in front of you, I'd want to shut my eyes too!"
The man called Rick roughly slapped one of her heavy, pale breasts, causing it to smack loudly against the other. "You can look anywhere the fuck you want doll-face. Won't change a bloody thing."
Lily, trying not to scream again looked him in the face. Three fresh, ragged scars lined the man's left jaw from his ear across to the opposite collarbone. Someone had tried to take his head off in the last few months. 'Shame for me they failed', Lily thought. Small, cruel eyes looked out from an over-large head. A badly set nose and missing eye tooth finished the 'look' nicely.
Desperately trying to remember how she got here, Lily fought against the panic starting to overwhelm her. She had been at home in her bedroom of the shared flat she lived in. She remembered getting into her pyjamas and going to sleep in her single bed as usual. Aside from the 'dream' that was it. Questions started to race through her mind. How had she gotten here? Where was here? Why was she tied up? She didn't, however, need to ask what these two men wanted as the man behind her moved around into her field of vision, stroking an obscene bulge through his jeans. He was slightly more attractive than his partner Rick, but still, he looked about as kind as a jail-house rapist.
"D'you want this? Well I'm sorry peach, but you're going to have to wait." Relief flooded through Lily as she realised she wasn't going to be a victim just yet. "Don't worry though, after the Alpha has got what she wants out of ya then you're all ours." Jail-house grinned and a mad gleam sparked in his eyes. Lily felt a sense of surreality settle over her. Maybe she was still dreaming. Admittedly a shit dream, but it made more sense than the current situation. More questions pushed into her mind. Who the hell was 'the Alpha', was she embroiled in some sort of crazy army terrorist plot? This had to be a dream.
"Why am I here?" Speaking finally, Lily was amazed her voice betrayed none of the fear and confusion she felt.
"You'll find out soon enough!" With that, Jail-house pushed Rick towards the door of the dank room. Winking back at Lily, he dangled the key at her before slamming the door shut and the ominous sound of the lock sliding home echoed through the room.
Lily finally took in her situation; She was completely naked, chained upright, in a barren tiled room. Toes barely touching the floor, she had no leverage to move. A small rectangle of daylight shone from behind her somewhere. The white floor was cracked and dirty and sloped towards a filthy drain underneath her feet. A chill ran through her as she realised that this was most definitely reality.
"FUCK!"
*****
Vicky stared at the two shivering pups huddled together on the newspaper covered floor, not really seeing them. Grateful that, at last, they had quit whimpering and succumbed to sleep. Her plans had started to come together and for that, she was pleased. The little white pup snuggled closer to his black furred sister and Vicky held her breath. While her acquisition of the two children in front of her was serendipitous, it was also outside of what she had planned. She needed some time to fully consider her options and she would be unable to do that with two pairs of terrified eyes staring at her and constant yipping. She'd already had to clean up two 'accidents'.
Hearing coarse language and loud chuckling, Vicky looked out of the grimy office window across the deserted factory floor. Rick and Dan were approaching the metal stairs leading to the small room. With a glimpse back at the pups to check they really were sleeping, Vicky tip-toed out the room, quietly closing the door.
Meeting them halfway down the stairs Vicky whispered, "Shut up." The two men grumbled their objections but stopped chatting.
"If those two brats in there wake up because of you, then you're looking after them."
