Brend, Kennel Bitch – Part II

Brenda had no idea how long she had been staked on her hands and knees to the cement floor of the warehouse. She had dozed on and off, but she was hurting badly and so cold. She was dirty and had to pee. She could hear the deep base of music and sometimes a shout or deep laughter, and always in the background the dogs; barking, whining, sometimes fighting. She dozed again.

Sometime later she heard a soft humming noise and opened her eyes. A boy squatted next to her. Well, maybe he wasn’t a boy, now that she could see him clearly. He was solidly built, very muscular and stood probably less than five feet tall. His face was angelic; she had never seen eyes like his before. His skin was dark brown with tiny lines around the cream-colored eyes. They were set quite wide and were light tan, almost like the coffee momma drank laced heavily with almond cream. He was much older than she thought, but he smiled and looked at her in a brazen, almost childlike way.

She narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow, feeling like an animal in a zoo with this strange man looking at her.

“Hi I’m Tyrone.” He reached out and pushed hunks of her matted long red hair out of her face clumsily. “You’re Red, the new momma dog, and I get to take care of you.” He laughed and jumped up, walking quickly away.

A few seconds later she screamed and thrashed against her bonds as a freezing spray of water hit her skin. He laughed uproariously and danced around.

“It’s cold, huh Red? It gets warm.”

Brenda’s shuddering finally stopped when the water did get warm, and then he laid the hose in a bucket and while the bucket filled he poured something thick and cold on her back and began to rub her. It was soap, and he had used too much. His hands slid all over her back, shoulders and down her arms, into her hair where he scrubbed vigorously.

“Close your eyes, Red.”

One hand scrubbed at her face, and then down her neck and his other rested on the curve of her hip. He was standing close next to her and he was hard, budging against his jeans and it was rubbing against her shoulder as he bent slightly to soap her breasts, running his hand between them and then up and over each one, lifting and squeezing, going from one to the other. Then he rubbed at her stomach quickly. He brought both hands to her back again and began to soap her hips and the globes of her ass, running his hands down the outside of her thighs and scrubbed at her calves. He then walked around behind her and she whimpered. Her eyes were squinted tightly shut against the soap but the tears still ran down her cheeks.

To her surprise he quickly washed between her legs and her bottom. He pushed a thick finger into her pussy and then put his thumb against her ass. She heard him humming again. He was being very still, but his finger was so thick and it was roughly callused, and she moved her hips a little. As soon as she did he abruptly pulled his hand away and then rinsed her with the warmer water.

“Tyrone?” Her voice came out in a choked whisper and he dropped down on the floor next to her with his hand over her mouth.

“Ssshhhhhhhhh. Doggies don’t talk, you have to be good, Red, or we’ll get in trouble.”

After the shock of the cold water and then the warm water, she had to pee so badly and she didn’t know what to do.