Friday, September 22, 2017

Revenge - Chapter 25 – Part 2 of 2



Revenge
By Karen Singer


Chapter 25 – Part 2 of 2

On his way home, he did like he usually did and pulled into the drive-thru of a fast food restaurant along the way, but as he was sitting in line waiting his turn to order, he realized he couldn’t order.  How could he tell them what he wanted if he couldn’t speak?  Frustrated, he pulled out of the line and headed toward home. 
He was still hungry though, and as he passed a supermarket along the way he decided to pull in.  Hopefully, he wouldn’t have any need to say anything if he just bought himself something to eat there.  
Inside, he picked up a small shopping basket he could carry and headed for the aisles.  What should he buy?  What did he want for dinner?  But as he wandered the aisles, nothing really stood out as something he wanted to eat.  He almost didn’t turn down the pet food aisle.  In fact, he was planning on passing it by, but his body just seemed to carry him there.  He soon found himself looking over all the dog food choices, and narrowing his search to the canned dog food.  Inside he was screaming no, no, no!  He dared not try to say it out loud for fear he would only bark.  He watched in fear as he body picked out a dozen different cans of dog food and put them in his basket. 
“No!” he shouted.  Except it came out as, “Arf!”  He quickly looked around, very embarrassed.  Had anyone seen him?  There was a woman at the end of the aisle who was looking at him with a very surprised look on her face.  Not half as surprised as he was though. 
His body started heading for the end of the aisle, but Steve was further horrified to see it stop and start looking through all the different dog toys.  He nearly shouted no again, but stopped himself just in time.  He tried hard to prevent himself from selecting a cute gray squirrel toy and putting it in his basket, but he didn’t seem to have any control over his body once again.  How was the witch doing it to him?  How?  Fortunately, he didn’t have to say anything at all when he paid for it all, and he was soon back in his car and heading home. 
Once inside his apartment, he wanted to throw all the dog food away, but instead his body somehow seemed to be in charge again.  He watched as his hands took every can of dog food and found a place for them on his kitchen shelves.  He watched as his hands pulled out two large bowels.  He watched as his hands filled one bowl with water and then set it on the floor.  With his horror growing, he watched as his hands found the can opener, opened the dog food, and dumped it out into the other bowl.  Yuck!  It looked bad and smelled even worse.  He wouldn’t have to eat that, would he?  But all too soon, he found himself on his hands and knees, with his head sticking into the bowl of dog food, and his mouth grabbing a big bite of it.  He was mentally screaming, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Karen hated the thought of eating the dog food.  It looked, smelled, and now tasted horrible.  Just horrible!  But all the discomfort was overshadowed by Steve’s reaction inside her head.  He was hating it even more than she was…and he could do nothing at all about it.  As bad as the food was, Karen was having nothing but fun with Steve.  And she intended for that fun to continue for the rest of the weekend.  Monica had pretty much ordered that Steve show up at the club later that night.  Karen couldn’t wait for that.  She wondered what fun things the girls had planned for Steve.  Something really fun and humiliating she hoped.
Over and over again, Karen took big bites of the dog food, chewed it up rather voraciously, and swallowed it.  All to the raging horror of Steve, somewhere in the back of her mind.  His raging was like sweet music to Karen.  So nice.  It was what she had been created to do to him.  Occasionally, she moved to the water bowl and lapped up a good amount of water, then it was back to the dog food until it was finished.  And through it all, Steve never stopped trying to break free – which Karen had made quite sure he couldn’t. 
Once their dinner was done, Karen got up from all fours and picked the food bowl up, leaving the water bowl still on the floor.  She found the grey squirrel toy they had bought at the supermarket and removed the packaging.  Then, laughing to herself, she threw it across the room.  In a flash she was down on all fours racing after it – while Steve was practically crying inside her head.  She kept hearing him wanting to yell no, no, no.  But he didn’t have any power to make any sound at all.  She had control of everything.  She grabbed the squirrel with her mouth.  It was nice and soft – and furry.  Steve was hating it.  Karen actually thought the squirrel was really cute.  A nice cuddly toy.  She took it from her mouth, threw it across the floor, and chased it again.  What fun.  And poor Steve, locked up inside her head, could do nothing but go along for the ride.  She grabbed the squirrel again with her mouth and it squeaked.  Karen was overjoyed.  She chewed and squeaked it again as Steve inside her was faced with yet a new horror.  Steve wanted nothing more than for it to end.  Karen wanted it to never end.
Karen played for a while, occasionally going back to the water bowl for a drink.  But eventually she pulled one of the sofa cushions off with her teeth and curled up on top of it.  She let most of the control go back to Steve, just watching to make sure he wouldn’t be able to do anything from the list of things Susan had given her that he shouldn’t. 
Steve was glad for the rest.  But why couldn’t he be able to lay down in his own bed?  Or even just sit in a chair like a normal person?  Because he wasn’t a normal person, that’s why.  It was actually about ten minutes before he discovered that he had control of his body again.  The witch was leaving him alone – finally!  He tried to say something, and only barked again.  Damn!  But being in control again was a huge help.  He got to his feet, put the sofa cushion back, and headed to the bathroom.  At least he wasn’t forced to go around naked outside and pee up against a tree or something. 
His little break didn’t last long though as he remembered, unfortunately, that Monica had demanded he go to the club.  He’d much rather not go, but he was simply too afraid of her magic.  How did she do it?  It was impossible!  But he had just been subjected directly to one of her foul black spells.  He had firsthand knowledge of how real her magic was.  Impossible?  It seemed nothing was impossible for that witch!
Karen really would have liked to wear the gold dress and shoes out again.  They were made for partying.  But this was not the time for things like that.  According to Susan, she had to let Steve wear his regular men’s clothes this time.  She hoped she’d get the chance to wear the gold dress sometime in the future.  She allowed Steve to pick out everything they would wear, except the underwear he already had on.  She didn’t allow him to remove any of that.  A little while later, Steve faced his door again.  He was in complete control of his body still.  Well, mostly, he still couldn’t say anything without barking instead.  He didn’t want to go to the club, but he had no choice.  Praying everything would be alright, he opened his door and walked out.

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It was Diane who first noticed Steve in the club.  He was trying to stay by himself, away from everyone else.  She looked around.  Monica and Mike were dancing together.  She didn’t see Carla just then, but once they had arrived, Carla had quickly found several guys she had dated before.  Diane wasn’t that lucky.  She headed for Steve. 
Steve saw Diane heading toward him.  He didn’t know where the other women were and didn’t care.  He was there, now he just wanted to go home – before he would have to open his mouth. 
“Hi Stevie,” Diane said with a mischievous smile on her face. 
Steve tried to growl at her, and was surprised that he managed it so well.
“Now, now,” Diane said to him.  “You’ve brought this on yourself.  So don’t go getting angry at anyone else.”
Steve didn’t exactly see things that way. 
“Are you having fun yet?” Diane asked.
Steve didn’t answer.
“I said, are you having fun?” Diane demanded.
Steve again didn’t answer.
“Speak!”
Less than a second later, Steve found himself issuing a rather blatant bark at her command to speak, which surprised him totally.
It was clear that it surprised Diane too.  She laughed.  “Come on,” Diane said as she dragged him by the arm.  “Dance with me.”  As she dragged him toward the dance floor, she said, “I guess most guys are worried about winding up with a real dog of a woman.  And now look what I’m stuck with tonight.”
Steve didn’t appreciate the humor at all. 
The dance floor was packed, as always, which was part of the fun.  Who wants to party at someplace that’s practically dead?  The minute Diane hit the dance floor, she started dancing.  Steve joined her.  He had actually dated Diane once when he had been a bit on the desperate side.  But there was just something about her that had kept him from asking her out again.  It wasn’t that she was that bad looking, she wasn’t…exactly.  She just wasn’t what he would call, pretty.  She also wasn’t nearly as well built as the women he usually liked.  But none of that was his main reason for not dating her anymore.  It was just something else.  Something about her personality maybe.  His bottom line, she just wasn’t his type.  And now that she was a witch…or becoming a witch…or something…she was really not his type!
Diane laughed, let loose, and enjoyed herself.  She didn’t get the guys like Carla always did.  But tonight she was dancing with Steve, one of the better looking guys she had ever been out with…as long as you didn’t consider the fact that he was wearing panties, pantyhose, and a bra under his clothes.  And also if you didn’t consider that he wouldn’t be able to say anything without barking like a dog.  But if you ignored all that, to all appearances, she was out with one of the best looking guys in the club.  Now if he would just keep his mouth shut for a while so she could pretend he was like any other guy and enjoy herself. 
Carla spotted Diane dancing with Steve. She was surprised.  She was also surprised at how much Diane appeared to be having fun with him.  But then, Steve was a great looking guy.  Flaky and full of problems, but he looked great!  When the song ended and they stopped dancing for a moment, she grabbed both the guys she had been dancing with and dragged them over to Diane and Steve who were now dancing to the next song.  As Carla started dancing next to them, she leaned over to Diane and shouted above the music, “How’s it going?”
“Great!” Diane returned happily. 
“Well, have fun,” Carla shouted back.
But before she could leave, Diane quickly got Carla’s attention.  “Carla!” she shouted.
“What?”
“Watch this!”  She leaned in toward Steve and shouted, “Speak!”
Steve was totally surprised when his body immediately issued a rather loud bark.  He saw Diane and Carla laugh, and as he moved his eyes further around, he saw several others around him laughing too.
“Speak!” shouted Carla.  And once again Steve involuntarily barked, causing even more laughter.
“You sound just like my dog at home,” one of the women near him said over the music.
Steve wasn’t dancing anymore like the rest of them, he was just looking nervously for a way out of there. 
“Come on Stevie,” Carla shouted.  “Say something so everyone can hear you.”
Steve stood there frightened and shook his head.
“Say something!” Carla demanded again.
Steve again shook his head.
“Speak!” Diane shouted.  And once again Steve let out a loud involuntary bark, to the laughter of everyone around him.
“What’s with the barking tonight?” one of the guys who was with Carla asked.
But Steve wasn’t going to answer for anything.
“Steve!  Answer him!” Carla yelled.
Steve shook his head.
“I said answer him.  Tell him.”
Steve was frightened and didn’t want to do it.  He shook his head again.
“Tell him or you’ll wish you had!” Carla threatened.
Weakly, Steve barked.  The guy who had asked the question blinked.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Under Carla’s demanding gaze, Steve weakly barked again.
The guy shook his head.  “So you’re only going to bark tonight?”
Steve shrugged.  But he was surprised when a woman on his other side grabbed his arm and said, “Bark for me.”
A bit bolder than he had before, Steve barked.  To his surprise, the woman laughed, put her arms around him and kissed him.
“Hey!” Diane cried.  “He’s mine tonight!”
The woman smiled and turned loose of Steve. 
“Is that all you’re going to say tonight?” Another woman leaned in and asked.  “You’re just going to bark to everything?”
Steve nodded, smiled, then barked.
“Cool,” the woman laughed as she continued dancing. 
Carla leaned toward Diane.  “Have you seen Monica yet?”
Diane shook her head.  “Not for a while now,” she yelled back.
“I think she’s over on the other side of the dance floor.  You’ve got to show her.”
Diane nodded.  She grabbed Steve and began pulling him through the crowd towards the other side of the room.  It took her a while to find Monica.  She was dancing with Mike.  She pulled Steve along with her right up to Monica and shouted, “Hey Monica, watch this.”  Then she turned to Steve and shouted, “Speak!”  Steve of course immediately barked.
Monica laughed.  Mike stared like he couldn’t believe it.  “What the hell are you doing?” he asked Steve.
“Answer him!’ Diane shouted at Steve when it looked like he wasn’t going to answer.  Steve meekly shrugged and barked again.
Mike was lost.  “What kind of game is he playing?” he asked Diane.
“He’s only going to bark tonight like a dog.  No talking,” she shouted back over the music.
Mike shook his head.  Steve had obviously lost it.  “What, is this a bet of some kind?”
Steve immediately nodded happily…and was chagrinned to find that his tongue was out and he was suddenly panting happily.  He saw Diane and Monica both start laughing.                                     
Diane grabbed Steve’s arm again.  “Come on dog boy, let’s get a drink.”
Once they got near the bar, Diane would have had Steve get her a drink, but in his present condition, he’d never be able to order one.  “Beer for you?” she asked.
Steve nodded. 
Diane put a wicked smile on her face.  “Don’t nod, tell me.”
Steve rolled his eyes and barked.
“Much better.  Right back,” she told him.  Five minutes later, she was back and handed him a bottle of beer to drink.  He tried to put it to his mouth to take a sip, but it was as if his arm wouldn’t work right for a moment.  It actually took him several seconds for him to be able to pull the glass of beer up to his mouth.  But once he got it there, his tongue kept sticking out of his mouth, trying to get into the tiny neck of the bottle.  For the life of him, Steve couldn’t drink the beer at all. 
“What’s wrong?” Diane asked, noticing Steve seemed to have a problem of some kind. 
But Steve had no way to tell her what the problem was.  Evidently, whatever curse they had put on him, wasn’t going to let him drink any beer.  Which didn’t make much sense to him because he had always heard that dogs loved beer.
Inside Steve’s head, Karen was laughing.  It had taken her a moment to figure out how she wanted to handle things with Steve as far as drinking went.  Susan had given her a list of things to either keep Steve from doing, or things he should do instead, and drinking from any kind of glass or cup was definitely out.  She was going to have to force him to drink from a bowl on the floor instead.  But they were out in public just then.  Through Steve’s eyes and memories, she had seen dogs drinking out of glasses and things that their owners had given them, but they didn’t drink like humans, they used their tongues to lap at the liquids.  So once she figured that out, all Karen had to do was to try to get at the beer through the tiny neck of the glass bottle – with her tongue.  Like a dog.  Totally frustrating and embarrassing for Steve, and totally funny to Karen.
Diane noticed a place at one of the tables with seats opening up.  “Come on Fido,” she said as she grabbed his arm.  “Let’s sit for a minute.”
Diane sat down in the long seat, and the pulled Steve in to sit right next to her.  She sipped at her mixed drink, while Steve stared at the bottle of beer he had set on the table in front of him.  He picked it up again and tried to drink from it, but once again his tongue kept trying to get into the thin neck of the bottle so he couldn’t get anything out. 
Diane watched him closely as he did it.  He was trying to get is tongue into the bottle.  She wondered….  “Here,” she said.  “Try a sip of mine.”  She handed over her mixed drink to him.  Steve looked skeptically at the glass and brought it to his lips.  But his arm only brought it part way to his mouth.  A moment later, he found himself leaning over the glass, with his tongue going in and out into the liquid, trying to lap the drink up like a dog.  The moment he realized what he was doing, he pulled back and stopped.  He set the drink on the table and motioned with his hand like he was saying “No thanks.” 
Diane was laughing.  “God!” she exclaimed.  “You’ve even got to drink like a dog.  This is just too good!”  Steve had quite a different opinion on the matter.
A minute later, Monica and Mike joined them.  Mike quickly left though to get himself and Monica a drink.  The minute he was gone, Diane said, “Monica, you’ve got to see this.”  She handed Steve his bottle of beer.  “Drink!” she ordered. 
Steve shook his head and set the beer back on the table. 
“I said drink!” she ordered more sternly.
Steve gave Diane a nasty look, but he brought the bottle to his mouth and tried to drink, and once again his tongue wouldn’t let him.
“What’s he doing?” Monica asked like he was nothing but crazy. 
“Not watch this,” Diane told her.  She took beer bottle from Steve and handed him her glass instead.  “Drink!” she ordered again.
Once again, Steve bent over the glass and started lapping up the liquid with his tongue. 
Monica stared for a moment, finally realizing what was going on.  She broke out in peals of laughter.  “Oh, this is just too much!”  She completely ignored the nasty look she got from Steve where he was thinking seriously about getting his gun and then killing her.
When Mike came back, Steve tried his best to stay out of the conversation, but he soon realized that their conversation was becoming a game to get him to say things…or bark.  But to Mike, it soon became a game to try to get Steve to say something without barking, as if to try to make him lose some kind of bet.  Steve would have done anything to not bark!  But being incapable of it just then only made Mike more determined…and frustrated.
“Come on dog-boy,” Diane finally said.  “I came here to dance.  Steve was grateful, and very relieved.
They danced for a little while more, Diane thoroughly enjoying herself, but before long, certain thoughts started dominating her mind.  She finally looked around.  On the crowded dance floor she didn’t see either Carla or Monica.  She stopped dancing and grabbed Steve’s arm.  “Come on,” she shouted over the music.  “Let’s get out of here.”
Steve was only too happy to comply.  He let her drag him all the way outside where the cooler air and lack of noise were both something physical to get accustomed too. 
Still holding Steve’s arm, Diane looked around.  She didn’t see anyone she knew.  Especially not Monica or Carla.  She leaned in close and hugged Steve, then she reached up and kissed him on the lips, which surprised Steve to no end.  “Can we go back to your place?” she asked, her eyes full of hope.
Totally surprised now, Steve tried to say yes, except that he barked instead.  Rolling his eyes while Diane laughed, he nodded.  She wanted to go home with him?  What next?
“I’ll meet you there!” Diane laughed happily as she literally ran for her car.  Steve, not quite knowing what to expect, especially with a witch, moved much more slowly.  Cursed to only be able to bark like a dog and not speak had prevented him from going to get his gun.  As far as he could tell, he now couldn’t get it until Monday sometime.  But first thing after work on Monday….
Diane was already parked in front of his apartment by the time he got there.  The moment he pulled into his parking place, she was out of the car and waiting for him.  Not saying…or barking…a word, he led her straight up to his apartment. 
“I need your bathroom,” she said as soon as she got inside.  Steve merely pointed, but she was already heading in that direction.  When she came out, he went in.  When he came out again, he found her in the kitchen.  She turned to him and held up the empty dog food can he had left on his counter.  She giggled.  “Your dinner?”
Steve immediately got angry and growled. 
Diane only laughed again.  “And I see you had plenty of water to drink too,” she said, pointing at the water bowl in the middle of his kitchen floor. 
Steve growled again.
Diane walked up to him and put her arms around his neck.  “Shh…” she said softly.  “Then she leaned up and kissed his lips again.  “Please,” she pleaded in a soft whisper.  “Please make love to me.”
Steve was totally surprised.  This witch wanted him to make love to her?  After what she had done to him?  But as she hugged him tightly and pressed her body into his, he felt his own body starting to respond. 
She looked up at him again.  “Carla told me that you had sex with her last week, and she said you were better than you’ve ever been before.  Way better.”
Steve was totally surprised, only because Carla had officially dumped him as soon as they had finished.
“I don’t get to go to bed with many guys,” Diane continued.  “I guess I just don’t have the sexy body a lot of them do.  But I’m asking…no, I’m begging…please?  Please do to me what you did with Carla.”
Steve realized she was actually giving him a choice.  But after what she…and the other witches…had just done to him, did he really want to do that?  But there was suddenly something very powerful inside of him that seemed to push him to do as Diane wanted.  He held her close to him again, and kissed her passionately.
After the sex Steve had had with Carla, when she had told him never again, Karen had thought she had done something very wrong.  She thought she had somehow failed.  Now Diane was telling her that Carla had told her that it had been far better than any sex Carla had had with Steve before.  Karen, not that deep inside of Steve, not only felt very elated, but very relieved.  And because of what Diane had said, she hovered closer to the surface than ever, helping Steve make love to Diane. 
Diane was going insane, lying naked on Steve’s bed, while Steve did little things all over her body, bringing her pleasure such as she had never known.  It was better than she had ever had, but it wasn’t what she truly wanted – deep down.  Finally realizing that, and deciding to take the chance of a lifetime, she stopped him – completely. 
Steve tried to say, “What?” but it only came out as another bark…making Diane giggle. 
Diane looked into Steve’s eyes.  “If I…want to try something,” she said hesitantly, “will you hurt me?”
Steve’s first inclination was to say yes, but he found his head shaking, telling her no, he wouldn’t.  He wasn’t sure if it was himself agreeing to it, or more interference from the witch…the real witch – Monica. 
Diane considered that, then sighed.  “Wait here,” she said softly.  Quickly, she ran to her bag she had left in his living room.  From it, she pulled a small length of rope she had taken from her car.  She went back to Steve in the bedroom.
Steve saw the rope, and rolled his eyes.  Bondage?  But he couldn’t speak to ask any questions.  He watched as she took the rope and tied one end of it to his headboard.  It wasn’t a very long rope.  It was actually fairly short.  After one end was secure, she went to work tying a knot in the other end.  Steve was somewhat amazed at how fast she did it.  It seemed like it took her two seconds to create some kind of knot with two loops in it.  Realizing she wanted to tie him up with it, he wanted to balk.  He wanted to say no.  But somehow, his hands came up of their own accord, waiting for her to slip the loops of her knot over them…securing him to his own bed.
“No,” Diane whispered quickly.  She looked at him for a moment to try to find the courage.  “If I let you tie me, will you release me when were done?  Don’t keep me like this too long?”
Steve blinked.  She wanted to be the one tied up?  He pointed at her, trying to ask the question with his gesture.
Diane was breathing faster.  “I want to feel helpless.  I want to feel someone big and strong like you taking full advantage of me.  Please?”
With Karen helping to guide Steve, between Steve’s two conscious minds, they were able to answer all of Diane’s wishes – fully. 



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