The Family Pet (3 page)

Chapter  5

Bill stood at the stove making breakfast. The apron he wore protected the suit that told of an impending business trip. Jasmine sat at their large dinner table admiring his dashing form, noting how the suit conformed to his powerful physique with prurient enthusiasm and wondering which made her hungrier; the smell of the food, her husband or the girl who still rested on their large bed.

“How long will you be gone?” she asked him, thoughts of their previous night still dancing in her head.

“Well, Chimera has found a new market. I have to find out if it
’
s safe or not,” he said.

“Once again, my dear husband, how long?” she asked, her voice tinged with mock frustration.

“Two weeks, maybe four. It all depends on how Research did their research.”

“Wise ass!” she said. “We do good work and you know it. Just get back as soon as you can.”

“I will babe. You know that,” he replied, bringing two plates to the table. “Milk or orange juice?”

“Orange juice. Thanks.”

After returning with their beverages, Bill sat down to eat. He thought to broach the happenings of the previous night but thought better of it. Unsure of what to say, he ate silently.

Jasmine sat across from him, her hands fumbling in her long dark hair. Like her husband, she was unsure of what to talk about. She had asked repeatedly if they could keep Patricia as their pet and received a plethora of negative answers. Still, she wasn
’
t one to give up so easily.

“Bill, what if she wants us to keep her?” she began. “You saw how she reacted. She loved every minute of it.”

“Don
’
t be so sure. I could always get her to do anything I wanted. You may find her a bit less enthusiastic over last night than you are.”

“What if she does though? Can we keep her then?” she asked again.

Smirking, Bill chewed in silence.

“You had fun, Bill. So did I. She certainly seemed to have fun.”

I don
’
t think it
’
s exactly wise of us to keep someone here. We don
’
t live on any company properties and I don
’
t think Chimera would approve. Hell, Jerry gave me hell for even allowing someone to stay here,” he told her.

“What if she wants to stay and wants to get some mods?” she said, undaunted by his words. “She would be a perfect pet. We could make her our puppy.”

“No, baby. Keep your pets at the office,” he said. “Besides, she is my best friend…she
’
s our friend! Do you think it
’
s right to keep our closest friend in captivity?”

“You aren
’
t listening to me. You know how she likes to serve, Bill,” she pleaded. “She might enjoy being our puppy even more. Can
’
t you give her a chance to make that decision? I mean, she doesn
’
t have to know the full extent of what we can do right off. We can work it in after we find out how far she wants to go.”

Bill finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth with a napkin, considering Jasmine
’
s words. “Tell you what. You can ask if she wants to be our pet. If she doesn
’
t want to…well, that
’
s it. No more talk of it. Got it?”

“That
’
s all I wanted, Bill,” Jasmine said, satisfied.

“I have to run. Come give me a kiss and I
’
ll see you in two weeks or so. Okay?”

“Love you, baby,” she said, falling into his arms and kissing him.

“Miss me lots, k?” he said smiling.

“I miss you already. Now git!”

Jasmine watched as Bill
’
s car pulled from the driveway and turned down the road. Already her mind was spinning with possibilities.

“Trish…” she said in a lilting voice, heading towards the bedroom. “Would you like to be our pet? I knew you would.”

Chapter 6

Patricia lay on their bed curled into a tight ball, covers pulled around her. Jasmine noted the innocence the girl seemed to possess, admiring the beautiful brown hair that cascaded across the pillow on which her head rested.

“I
’
m going to keep you,” Jasmine thought, as she approached the bed. “Like it or not I am going to keep you, one way or another.”

She slipped on the bed and stroked a hair from the girl, noting the gentle slope of her nose and her perfect lips. “So beautiful,” she murmured.

Patricia stirred, her eyes fluttering open. A smile crossed her lips before the memory of the last nights events came flooding back. Slowly, she pulled back from Jasmine and pulled the covers up to her chin.

“Jasmine, I….” she blurted. “Why?”

“Because we wanted it. Because we can
’
t resist him,” she answered.

“Oh God, I didn
’
t want that,” she said, her eyes tearing up.

“Come on, it
’
s not so bad. We all enjoyed it when it happened.”

“No,” Patricia said as her tears began streaming down her face. “I didn
’
t want that. No. Please don
’
t hate me but I really didn
’
t want it.”

“I don
’
t hate you. I love you. We both do,” Jasmine answered. “Look, why don
’
t you take a shower and get dressed. I have breakfast waiting. If you want, we can talk. Or…you don
’
t have to talk if you don
’
t want to. It
’
s okay. Trust me.”

Nodding her head, she smiled a shallow but agreeing smile.

Hot water streamed over Patricia as she stood in the shower washing away her tears. She was sore from the previous night
’
s orgy. Every move she made was accompanied by pain thanks to the many orgasms she had endured last night. There was also the nagging need to clean herself out. It had been a full day since her last enema and she was desperately in need. Stepping from the shower, she reached for her bag of personal items and retrieved the enema bag that accompanied her everywhere. It had been years since she had been able to eliminate her wastes in a normal manner and it humiliated her terribly that her life was so impacted.

As she finished her necessary chore she recalled events of times past. Bill learned to control her early on in their relationship. Once he had taken that control he had used it to full extent. There was nothing he could not make her do. Body or mind, he had total control, even after years of merely being friends he could use her like a puppet and, knowing him a she did, Patricia feared that if she stayed in his home any longer she might lose herself to Bill
’
s control once again.

“I
’
ll explain it to Jasmine over breakfast and then leave,” she told herself. “God, I hope she understands.”

Patricia sat nervously, eating the generous repast provided. Over and over, she re-wrote the monologue she intended to deliver to Jasmine, hoping and praying she would understand.

“Trish?” Jasmine began. “I know you
’
re still nervous about last night. I want you to know that it
’
s okay. I wanted it, too. So, stop your worrying.

“Jaz, it
’
s not that,” she started, nervously moving her food about the plate. “He has too much control. That
’
s why it ended for us. I was losing myself. Last night…last night was a perfect display of how much control he has over me. I just can
’
t stop him.”

“He has that way,” Jasmine responded. “He can do it to me, too.”

“Not to the degree he can do it to me. I mean, has he ever taken away your will? Have you ever lost your personality and been unable to function without him telling you what to do?” Patricia asked.

“No, but when he turns on that voice…well, I can
’
t resist.”

“That
’
s great. But, that isn
’
t what I mean. Jaz, when he and I were together I lost myself. I couldn
’
t function without him,” she said, looking past Jasmine and out the window. “I didn
’
t…I wasn
’
t able to even eat or use the bathroom without him telling me to. He had me so brainwashed that I was ready to…to have sex with a dog. He convinced me I wanted to…and I did want to. I begged him to let me have a dog. I just don
’
t exist when he is around…or….or when he starts in on me. I just fade away.”

“It
’
s okay. It was just one night.”

“No, Jasmine, it wasn
’
t,” Patricia pleaded. “If he did it once he will do it again. He made me beg to go down on you, Jaz. I hated it. I didn
’
t want to do it. But, Jaz, I did it. I begged for it. If I stay here. If I am here when he gets back and he decides to work on me…I won
’
t exist anymore. I
’
ll just fade away
–
turn into a doll or a pet or whatever he wants me to be.”

“Okay…”

“There is more, though,” Patricia continued. “When we were in that moment…when you told me to swallow your cum, Jaz…I did. Not because of him but because, when I am in that state of mind I just do what I
’
m told. I
’
m like a robot
–
an automaton.  I can
’
t go down that road again.”

“Are you saying you want to leave?” Jasmine asked.

“No. I
’
m saying I have to leave.”

“Where would you go?”

Patricia was silent for a long moment. “I don
’
t know. All I know is that, if I want to be me and not something he turns me into, I have to leave.”

“You can
’
t just leave, Trish. You don
’
t have enough money to get a place and, with no job, even if you had money, nobody would rent to you.”

“I know. But living on the street is better than disappearing entirely,” Patricia said. “I have to go. I
’
m sorry. Just know that it isn
’
t you.”

Jasmine thought for a moment. “Is there any way I can convince you not to go? I don
’
t want you on the street.”

“No, Jaz. I have to go,” Patricia said.

The two sat in silence as Patricia finished her breakfast. Eventually, and after finishing breakfast, Patricia stood and excused herself. “Thanks for everything, Jaz. Really, I appreciate it. I think I am gonna gather my things and head out.”

For a long moment, Jasmine waited at the table. This was far from her plan and she had hoped the girl would stay long enough for Bill to return and make her more pliable. Realizing that nothing she said would change Patricia
’
s mind, she decided to take immediate action.

“Hey, Trish,” she called out, following after the girl. “Look, there is no hurry to go right now and I am never entirely comfy in the house alone. Would you do me a favor and stay until Bill is due back? I can take you wherever you want to go when you
’
re ready. Besides, Bill is gone for at least two weeks. That
’
s a little more time to find a job and a place to live.”

“Sure,” Patricia replied. “A few more days won
’
t hurt, I guess. Besides, it will give me time to figure things out a bit.”

Satisfied with her answer, Jasmine headed to her room to make an important video call to her ever inventive employer.

“Jerry,” Jasmine greeted the head of the Chimera
’
s development team. “How are you doing?”

Ah, Jasmine, my dear. I am quite well. What brings this unexpected pleasure?” Jerry replied.

“Well, Jer, there is an interesting development in our household.”

“I do hope she is leaving, my dear,” Jerry told her. “I know you are careful but I don
’
t want our enterprise at your end to be endangered.”

“Actually, she has decided to stay as our pet,” Jasmine lied.

“As your pet?” Jerry asked, surprised at the development.

“Yes. She was rather excited at the idea and is looking forward to the possible developments.”

“Developments, my dear?” Jerry responded, his left eyebrow raised. “Just how much does she know?”

“Not much. But her recent conversation with me revealed she has a bit of an idea what we do and what we are capable of. She doesn
’
t know that most of it deals with unwilling subjects,” she deepened the lie.

“I assume that the idea of being a pet goes further than merely acting it out?”

“I
’
m not sure how far she wants to go or how far we will want her to go,” she said. I don
’
t think I want her to have a dog
’
s snout or tail. I guess we will come to that bridge when we cross it.”

“Fair enough, my dear. So, other than to inform me of this development, what is the purpose of the call?” Jerry asked.

“Well, since she is going to be our pet, I want to ensure that she can be controlled if she discovers more of what we
’
re about.”

“Jasmine, you aren
’
t telling me something. What is it,” Jerry asked, suspiciously.

“Jerry, Bill and I had some fun with her last night. I didn
’
t know it before but she is a humiliation slut,” she answered, her mind processing her upcoming lie. “She doesn
’
t dig chicks, though. Not at all. But she did like the humiliation of being forced to go down on a woman. She thought…we thought, that if I had control it would humiliate her further. You know, if it isn
’
t in her control she can let go and enjoy it.”

“I see,” he said, taking in her words. “Well, my dear, in that case what you want is a collar that can induce pain via remote or a VPC chip. “Which do you think would best suit your situation?”

“Hmm, I think the chip would work best. It just installs under the skin at the base of the neck, right?”

“Yes, just below base of the skull. When triggered it can induce varying levels of pain at your discretion,” Jerry told her. “It
’
s relatively easy to install and it comes with a small
‘
gun
’
to help install it. Just sedate her, position the gun and pull the trigger. It will take some doing; about ten minutes. But once it
’
s installed it virtually undetectable
–
at least, after the incision heals.”

“Hmm,” Jasmine thought. “Sounds good. I
’
ll need a syringe and a sedative, though.”

“I
’
ll include a few one time squeeze syringes,” Jerry told her.

“Is there anything else I might want?” she asked.

“Not really, the VPC chips comes with two remotes and a small Perimeter Emitter,” he said.

“Something new, eh? How does that work?” Jasmine asked.

“It
’
s a small box with an LCD readout. Simply program the allowed coordinates,” Jerry explained. “If she leaves those coordinates the Perimeter Emitter, which emits a constant signal, changes its signal output and triggers the chip. The further she strays from the allowed coordinates the more pain she receives. Don
’
t worry, it comes with directions.”

“Okay. Oh, another question,” Jasmine began. “I assume the chip is self-powered. Or am I wrong?”

“Well, my dear, it
’
s rather like a potato clock,” he answered. “It never needs winding.”

“One other thing…” Jasmine said. “What if I want to take her out of the range of the emitter?”

“There is an option on the box and the remote. All you have to do is enable it and it will switch the operation mode of the chip,” he said. “Anything else?”

“Could you send over a puppy kit? You know, the paws, tail, leg sleeves and all?” she asked.

“Matched to her skin tone, I assume?” Jerry asked.

“I
’
ll E-Mail an old picture to you right away,” Jasmine said, already sending the file.

Jerry glanced down when his E-Mail client dinged. “That
’
s what I like about you, Jasmine, you
’
re always prepared.”

“That I am, boss!” she replied.

“Is there anything else?”