Bitch

Chapter Five: 'Reward'

Alistair stepped past Marilyn and into the shower, warm water already raining down from the shower head. He'd let Bitch clean herself up later, this shower was just for him. Satisfied hums occasionally left his lips as he scrubbed away the sheen of sweat he'd built up in their morning activities, steam and the smell of soap slowly filling the bathroom.

Marilyn stayed knelt beside the shower, feeling the cum slowly drip down between her legs. Her thoughts were racing with shame and hopelessness. She wondered how long it would take for her to end up like Mutt, empty and hollow save for the need to please Alistair. It hadn't even been a month and she already couldn't find any will to fight in herself.

She had gotten so engrossed in her spiraling despair, she nearly jumped out of her skin once the water shut off. Alistair's soft laughter echoed off to the side, the man clearly greatly amused by her jumpiness.

"Go on back to the bedroom, Bitch." Alistair ordered, climbing out of the shower. He grabbed a fresh towel from the countertop and wrapped it around himself, watching Marilyn crawl around the edge of the room until she found the door. A quick towel dry later and Alistair came strutting into his bedroom, spotting Bitch and Mutt sitting in their cage.

"Mutt, here boy." Alistair called, smirking. His towel had been loosely wrapped around his waist only to fall to the floor as Alistair moved towards his dresser.

Mutt pulled himself up onto all fours before obediently crawling up to Alistair. Without a word, he nuzzled his head up against the man's bare thigh. If he showed affection, he was more likely to get some in return, after all. Better affection than another trip to Dr. Frank's basement.

"That's a good boy." Alistair cooed, his fingers brushing through Mutt's hair. The fluffy blonde dog ear clips he had put onto Mutt were askew, Alistair's fingers finding the small metal clips and returning them to their proper place.

"Would my good dog like a treat? A little reward for good behavior?" Alistair asked, his tone still emulating one speaking to an actual animal.

Mutt nodded emphatically, his cheek rubbing up against Alistair's thigh. Though his tongue had been removed long ago, his mind still echoed the words 'Yes please, Master'. As rare as it was that Alistair felt the need to punish him (excluding the times Alistair was simply taking out his frustrations on him), it was much more rare for him to be offered rewards or treats.

Alistair grinned and turned his attention back to Bitch, calling her over next with a pat to his hip.

"Here, Bitch. Now."

Alistair's order made Marilyn jump in her cage. Her hands shook as she felt along the floor of the crate, then towards the sound of Alistair's voice.

"Just sit there, I don't have all day." Alistair said pointedly. Marilyn had wondered a few feet to his side and he didn't have the patience to correct her.

Marilyn obeyed, kneeling with her head bowed. She swallowed a heavy lump in her throat as she listened to the others shuffling towards her, soft whining from Mutt coming right up beside her until she could feel his breath on her shoulder.

Alistair tugged Mutt around by the collar until he'd gotten him where he wanted him, sitting at his feet facing Marilyn. Grinning ear to ear, Alistair approached Marilyn from the front. Not giving her any warning, Alistair struck her in the sternum with the heel of his foot.

The sudden blow sent her sprawling backwards, the wind knocked out of her lungs. Her back hit the floor, then her head. Marilyn gasped and wheezed as her head spun and throbbed, her hands clutching her chest.

Alistair snickered and used the momentary shock to strong arm Marilyn onto her stomach. With one hand pushing on her head to keep her face pressed to the floor, he hooked his other arm under her waist and yanked her up onto her knees.