Cabin in the Fog - 1

"It's just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we're all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies, it's a kind of poetry."

This is one of my first postings of a story. This is a non consensual story about pup training and a few other things.

The Cabin in the Fog
first: The Chair

The hill sat behind the main house. The entire property, which used to be a functioning farm, was pretty much empty now, except for the fog covered hill with the cabin on it. The cabin was a decent size, it must have been the home of a servants family or something the like. It was far enough away from the main house to be private. Hmm. You laugh a bit at the thought.
The main house was hardly a house by normal standards. More like a mansion. Still, you think about how you have plenty of time to explore its mysteries later on.

You are so very wrong, but you'll figure that out soon enough.

The cabin is deserted, and looks like its been that way for some time. No one has been there for some time, yet it doesn't really look like it is in much disrepair from the seasons. Curious, but you note that fact and move on.
This mystery of the cabin unfolds before you and you are eager to embrace it.
You open the front door, and are not surprised to find it unlocked. You wander inside, cursing yourself for leaving your flashlight in the car. It wasn't evening yet, but the fog made the interior of the cabin extremely dark.
Frustrated you relize you will have to leave and come back, but then your eyes adjust and you relize there is some light.
It is coming from behind one door - the basement door. (Run, get out you fool!) You open the door and look down the stairs, but they turn at the bottom so you can't see down.

"Hello?"
You feel really stupid calling down, but can't think of anything better to do. Receiveing no answer (of course you didn't) you begin heading down the stairs.

Now before I continue with this tale, I must pause to reflect on something that crosses my mind.
At this point, have you never in your life watched a horror movie or seen and episode of the X-files? Twilight Zone?
Nevermind...

You head down the stairs into the basement and you find....guess what? Thats right!
Nothing!
There is nothing there but a small room. In the middle there is a wood chair under a light, but you don't see anyone at all. Nothing about the room seems out of the ordinary so you turn back to the stairs. The door at the top is closed - you didn't close it? did you?

This mystery keeps getting stranger, yet somehow, you don't really start to feel creeped out. Then you turn around and your stomach sinks.
The wall in front of you has slid open, a small gap in the wood, leading into darkness. You can't see any movement from beyond the wall, but someone or something must have opened it!
You walk causiously over to the hole and call into the wall.
"Hello?" - but you get no answer.
Instead, someone suddenly grabs you from behind and a sack of some kind goes over your head. You can't see!
You start to struggle just as something sharp pricks the left side on your ass. You try to fight off but your assailant is much stronger and you have no leverage to get your arms out from under his. Whatever was injected into you a moment before is now being sped through your body thanks to the addrenaline. You quickly get dizzy, and then black out.

Waking up what feels like seconds later, you relize it has actually been some time. You know this because of several important things you notice right off.

You are naked.

You are sitting on the wood chair in the basement with your hands,feet,and most of your body confinded with heavy cords of rope.

Also, your eyes adjust to the bright light overhead, but can tell instantly that something else is different - every inch of hair on your
body is gone! Even your head feels bare...and its actually very chilly in the basement.
Somehow though, you still manage to sweat.

Your neck has a ridgid collar around it, that keeps you from looking around very much. The stairs are just to your left.

You feel a large hand rub callously over your now hairless head. Its rubs and pats your head, scratching your ears a bit - reminding you of how most people treat their pets.
You try to call out -
"What the hell are you doing? What's going on?"
- but you get about a half human sound out of your throat when you feel a sudden rush, like your body is on fire; your brain is being eaten by a hundred tiny bugs!!

Instead what comes out sounds more like a

"WhYELP!!"

As you recover, trying to not drool on yourself, you melt into the chair, relizing you have let your bladder go and you are sitiing in a pool of your own piss.

He speaks finally - "We haven't even begun yet pup" (what did he call you? ) "you should have keep quiet until i explained the rules"

Your captor comes around and kneels in front of the chair.

"Rule one: I am in charge" he stared directly into your watering eyes as he announces this.

You start to register in your head what has happened. You are tied up and something just electricuted you. You peed all over yourself.
Some wierdo who is bigger and stronger than you is calling you PUP and treating you like an animal.

And no one knows where you are.

To your surprise you feel your cock swell and the same amount of blood rushes to your face as well, when you remember how naked and vunerable you are.
The mans eyes light up a little at your embarrasment.

"Slow down pup. Wow, you are gonna be a natural, huh?" He grins like he knows a large secret, but he continues with his instruction.
"Rule two: Never speak. You're my pup now. and pups do not talk. The shock collar you have on will keep that in check, but you already discovered that"
He reached out then and flicked your urine soaked cock right on the tip, sending shockwaves up your body of pain and pleasure.
You frantically struggle to keep up with this,
each moment getting worse, seeminly like a bad dream. Afraid to talk, you plead with your eyes, and goosebumps are popping up now that your blood is settling. He laughs as you start to shiver and loves watching the fear take over. He looks like a predator, ready to pounce and finish you at any moment - which he does:

"Rule Three - " his voice get very stern "ANY attempt to escape, harm me, yourself, or any breaking of the first two rules will be met with
harsh punishment! If you understand the rules - Good! If not...well, you'll get it quick enough i think."

He stands up at this point and walks behind you, which is a mercy because despite yourself, you begin to sob.
Just then, the whole chair you are impossibly tied to lurches forward. It must be on a set of wheels or a dolly or something. You can only
attempt to squirm, highly aware of the cold rank urine in your lap, as you are turned around and slowly move towards the wall, the dark space.

"Welcome home pup. Your training begins right now - starting with housebreaking" his last word is emphasized on the word -break- as he wheels you into the light-less space under his cabin in the fog.

end part one