Oh he was having such a nice dream. There was music blaring, sensual dancing, great tasting alcohol, even several girls, all of which wanted to rip his clothes off. Akshay liked these dreams because they always ended well. And they always ended well because they were his[/b] dreams and no one elses. And this was a particularly good one. As a matter of fact, if he died in his sleep, this was probably the dream he would have liked to have gone out having.

But there was something off about this dream too. He didn’t want to admit it because it was too sweet and far too awesome to just give up on. But he couldn’t shake the sensation that something was just plain off.

But what? He danced. He drank. He partied with scantily clad women. All of it was pretty much the norm!

Then…why did he feel so restrained? He was actually struggling to keep up with the dance moves that he knew he could do. His head was also throbbing. Normally these kinds of things could simply be attributed to being drunk but no, not this time. Something was definitely wrong.

He did a turn, trying to see what was behind his back in his dream but for whatever reason he couldn’t move far. That sensation of being restrained coursed back into his mind. It seemed that no matter how hard he flailed or moved, there was always something holding him back; like a fuzzy blanket wrapped too tightly around his brain.

Panic slowly set in, which was quickly followed by a need to be free. He struggled, turned, and yet still could find no way out. This wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare!

***

Akshay gasped and coughed as suddenly he felt the sensation of reality crashing down on his head. At least that would explain the pain he felt. The massive migraine that surged behind his eyes was one of the reasons as to why he began to stir. It was far too painful to ignore with sleep so the only thing he could do was awaken.

Eyes slowly fluttering open as grogginess set in, Akshay found himself lying on his back on something incredibly soft. It felt like a bed. He would have confused it for his own bed (and for a brief second he did) but he knew he didn’t have a bed this soft. But if that were the case, then where the heck was he?

Chrysanthemum. The word floated in his head. And he knew then that it wasn’t just a word, but a name.

Akshay slowly began to remember; Chrys, the girl that he met at the bar, right? Wasn’t he…um…wasn’t he going home with her? Was this her bed? He would have smirked at the idea but suddenly that feeling of restraint came back. He attempted to sit up but something was preventing him. He would have to think on this as he attempted to shake the grogginess away…

The taxi ride was easy, but getting Akshay out of the vehicle and into the elevator to her penthouse apartment was more of a hassle. It would have been convenient to have some lug of a guy to do the heavy lifting for her, but a temptation in the apartment like that would not last long.

Once in the comfort of her own apartment, she had plenty of time to prepare Akshay's living arrangement. The first step was removing any phones or methods of communication from the living room. The next step was setting a bed area for her new pet. There was a plush purple rug accompanied by a large collection of puffy pillows. She did not want her new puppy to sleep poorly after all.

The large television was moved to the side to reveal a shackle setup bolted into the wall. To the metal ring, a long chain leash was linked, and on the far end of the leash, there was a collar.

It was just a lucky thing that Akshay was so lean; the collar would have dug into him otherwise.

After everything else was prepared, (such as food and water pails being set up in the corner and Akshay's arms being handcuffed behind him,) it was all about waiting. Chrys was sitting on her loveseat, bouncing impatiently. She had to wait for Akshay to wake up; when that happened, it could be playtime.

He was out for half an hour, which led Chrys to reevaluate her dosage distribution. When he finally started to stir, her eyes began to sparkle with excitement. She hopped out of her seat and plopped to her knees, taking Akshay's face in her hand by the chin and cheeks. "Oh goodie, you're back!"

With a wicked smile, she warmly added, "Welcome home, puppy!"

The haze was still pretty heavy over Akshay’s eyelids. He couldn’t find the will to actually open them to take in the world around him but with every passing second he knew that he had to. The feeling of being restrained was getting stronger and, on top of that, it was making the panic inside of heart begin to swell up. That was steadily beginning to counteract any feelings of wanting to stay asleep, pumping his heart to near inhumane levels.

Stirring a bit more, Akshay attempted to sit up but found that his body just felt far too heavy. Was he really that drunk?

>> "Oh goodie, you're back!"[/color]

The excited voice cut through the haze of his grogginess. For a moment he wasn’t sure why it sounded so loud but as his mind began to clear up, he realized, indeed, that he was listening to Chrys. Why did she sound so excited? Sure, she was displaying some excitement back at the bar but shouldn’t that part of the night already be over? God, he hoped that she wasn’t the clingy type.

He groaned as he attempted to sit up again. This time, finally achieving it, he groaned and nearly fell over. It was only at that point that he finally realized that he was indeed restrained! His hands were handcuffed behind his back!

What the…?

>> "Welcome home, puppy!"[/color]

He blinked.

Finally shaking off the blurriness, he gazed out across the room and found that he was in a living room of sorts. It was pretty posh! On top of that, he finally realized he was not lying on a bed, but was instead on a very cushiony carpet. This had to be Chrys’ penthouse; it would explain the opulent décor that was all around. But seriously, handcuffs?

He shook his head as he looked up to Chrys, whom he found sitting eagerly at the edge of a loveseat, eyes wide with anticipation.

Curiously, he tilted his head.

“Um…Chrys? You know I’m into all sorts of stuff,” he said with a shrug. “Even kinky stuff every now and then, but a word of warning would be appreciated first.”

>> “Um…Chrys? You know I’m into all sorts of stuff. Even kinky stuff every now and then, but a word of warning would be appreciated first.”

Akshay was taking things better than most, but it stemmed from giving the benefit of the doubt. He assumed she was just interested in the kind of things girls read about in trashy faux-BDSM novels and dark wish fulfillment comics. His assumption led to a new fit of giggles from his new mistress.

"Oh no, silly, it's nothing like that!" She grabbed the chain attached to his collar and tugged it lightly. "I kidnapped you," she informed him with a wide smile. "You're my pet now!"

Before she continued with the puppy orientation, she leaned in and licked the tip of his tan nose, establishing a bond. There was no reason to think he could escape, but it did not hurt to have insurance.

Now that she could feel the light pressure of a collar around his neck, she got back to her feet and approached a set of inch long pins. "Puppy rules!

"One: this is your room. Unless I take you somewhere else, you stay here. You try to leave," she stick a pin about half a centimeter into her shoulder, biting her lip at the piercing sensation, "I'll punish you."

"Two: When I want to play games, we play. If you play, it will hurt." No sense in lying to a captive, especially after he already had a taste of her powers. "You misbehave, it will hurt more. You misbehave too much..."

She picked up a small knife from a nearby table and held it to her own neck as an implied threat. "Well, then I reconsider letting you go at the end of the week." There; she gave him two very clear rules, and now he knew that if he was a good boy, he would be released at the end of the week.

"Questions?"

>> "Oh no, silly, it's nothing like that! I kidnapped you…You're my pet now!"[/color]

Yeah…this was really not going the way he thought it was going. Not only was a massive headache beginning to settle into the back of his skull, but now he was dealing with a bona fide loon! Still handcuffed, he felt the small tug on his neck and tried to crane his head down to see what it was. The first thing that he noticed was the length of chain that was held in Chrys’ hand. His eye following it, he found that indeed it was getting closer and closer until it disappeared somewhere around his neck. Was he wearing a collar?

Just…what kinda freaky stuff was this girl into? Gawd, of course that would be his luck when getting hit on in a bar. First he ends up pregnant and he is going to be someone’s pet? He needed to put a stop to this before it really got too far out of hand.

“Listen, lady—“

>> "Puppy rules!”[/color]

“Wha--?” He could scarcely get a word in. Chyrs seemed to be overly excited about this new adventure; that made one of them.

>> "One: this is your room. Unless I take you somewhere else, you stay here. You try to leave…I'll punish you."[/color]

He was about to attempt to stand and protest when he watched her grab and sharp pin and stick it into her skin. Akshay nearly yelled out what was wrong with her but the words never got to leave his mouth. Instead all he said was—

“Ow! Sonnavabi--!!” he winced as he felt a sharp stab in his shoulder. A glance over to the pained skin, he could see he wasn’t bleeding, bruised, there wasn’t even a mark! How did he feel that sensation of being poked with a pin when Chrys was all the way—

Crap. No, it couldn’t be. Was she a mutant? Worst of all, was she a KINKY[/b] mutant?!

>> "Two: When I want to play games, we play. If you play, it will hurt. You misbehave, it will hurt more. You misbehave too much...Well, then I reconsider letting you go at the end of the week…Questions?"[/color]

He was still in shock when he saw her pick up the knife. Slowly he connected dots, made assumptions, tried to figure out anything that was going on. But no matter what he thought of, all he could come up with was madness. Did the woman really just kidnap him with the purpose of keeping him for a week as a pet? Just what kind of sicko was she?

It was only then that the saw the knife resting in her hand. With the demonstration she just did with the pin, he felt a swelling of paranoia in his chest. In disbelief he eyed the woman.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” he announced, trying to stand again. “You can’t do this to people!”

>> “Are you out of your goddamn mind? You can’t do this to people!”

Akshay had a spine, and was not going to take his new role lying down. Quite literally, he was trying to get to his feet. He would learn his place soon.

The knife was still in her hand, so she tossed it in his general direction, (which was actually not part of her skill set surprisingly enough.) As luck would have it, the blade clipped Akshay's arm. Judging by the burst of pain in her arm, it certainly broke skin, but was most likely not very serious. Only serious enough to prove she was willing to throw a knife at him for insolence.

Still wearing a shoe with a nice long heel, she took careful strides to him and placed her heel between his shoulder blades to keep him down on the ground. She could feel the pressure of her own pointed heel in her back, making it easy not to apply too much too soon. "No. Bad. Be good and we'll play Doctor. Be bad," she pointed to a wall where several unfriendly pieces of medical equipment were hanging in a belt of pouches, "And we can play surgeon." The implication was as clear as it needed to be.

"Now..." She pushed her heel in a little deeper, causing her knees to almost buckle at the pain in her back. "Bark."

Akshay, with whatever Chrys gave him now wearing off, was beginning to just now start to get some of his strength back. Not that it was going to do him much good, especially since he was still handcuffed, had a massive headache, and there was a collar wrapped around his neck. Still, as uncomfortable as he was, he attempted to stand. He had already gone through too much and he was not going to allow himself to be demoted down to the status of a dog!

But, as fierce and awesome as his manly voice boomed inside of his own head, all he managed to produce in the real world was a pretty sad squeak and groan for his efforts in trying to stand. God, he was getting old. For as limber as his limbs were, he was having a pretty tough time just forcing himself to stand up.

It got worse, though. Just as he began to make some advances, that demonic seductress strolled over, placed a high-heel (which he could only assume had the pointiest damn heel he ever imagined) into his back and started to apply the pressure.

“Ah! Goddamn!” he snarled as he felt the heel dig into his skin. This was definitely not a pleasant feeling.

>> "No. Bad. Be good and we'll play Doctor. Be bad…And we can play surgeon."[/color]

Remaining on the floor, he barely managed to turn his head in to time see what she was referring to. Glancing over to the wall, immediately he any manhood he had shrivel up and hide in the pit of his stomach. What the hell was he looking at? It was a belt that was lined with various metal, shiny implements of medical torture! Some of which he recognized, others he could only surmise were for doctor’s with female patients! Gawd, this woman really was craz—

He winced as he felt the heel push harder into his back. This time it was complete agony since that part of his back was already sensitive due to the first time that she stepped on him. Now, it was on fire since she was applying even more pressure to his back. It didn’t cross his mind that she was also in pain (as demonstrated by the pin used earlier) since he was in far too much to care.

>> "Now...Bark."[/color]

The order flew in one ear and out the other. His mind raced as he tried to think of some way out of this horrible situation but he was coming up blank. He couldn’t do much handcuffed and she definitely didn’t seem afraid of pain. Therefore, that left him with one option…

“Meow.”

The consistent pulsing at her back was escalating her excitement, and her anticipation was growing as Akshay squirmed beneath her heel. There was nothing like the swell of power that came with hearing--

>> “Meow.”

Oh no. That would not do at all! It was cute, granted, but it was also a clear act of disrespect. Perhaps Akshay needed a very clear reminder of his situation.

The heel was lifted and Chrys dropped her tiny frame down, landing her bottom on his back, just between his bound arms. She straddled him, her knees on the ground at his sides. "Silly Akshay. I already had a kitty. He's gone now."

Chrys leaned down close, taking the knife still in her hand and pressing the tip of the blade against his cheek. "You are a puppy."

The tip of the sharp knife just barely poked his cheek enough to break the skin, which was a sensation reflected on her own pale cheek. It was not much pain, but it was certainly a tease. Giving into her base instincts for a moment, she leaned down far enough to nibble lightly on his earlobe before whispering. "Now bark... or I'll have to find another puppy to play with." She would if he pushed her hand, but it would have been such a hassle, so she hoped he would play his part like a good boy.

Yeah, Akshay had a big mouth. Though he was a bit scared by his current situation, he had hoped that by calling her bluff it would be revealed that all of this was just a tease of sorts. But it was quickly becoming apparent that such a thing was never going to happen. The mysterious vibe he was getting from Chrys earlier was quickly turning into full on fear. It was very slowly becoming apparent that this was indeed not just a game to the young woman.

She was serious.

>> "Silly Akshay. I already had a kitty. He's gone now."[/color]

The words were terrifying to hear. It was obvious what the connotations of what she was saying were. She was threatening him. And not only with physical violence but his eradication from this earth! This was further proven when he felt her straddle his sides, lean in, and pull something sharp and incredibly pointy against his cheek.

The knife she was holding earlier. Whatever it was against his skin was cold and seemed thirsty for blood of some kind. Yeah, he was definitely not in some kind of game here. The woman played for keeps and Akshay was little more than a toy right now.

Or, as it should be clarified, a pet…


>> "You are a puppy… Now bark... or I'll have to find another puppy to play with."[/color]

“Ow, Ow! Okay! Okay!” Akshay winced. His arms were hurting so badly, especially with the pressure of her sitting on his back.

Not that Chrys was heavy or something (he definitely was not going to be calling her fat while he was in this position) but his awkward angle and the fact that she was sitting on his twisted arms only added to the pain and paranoia he was already feeling. He wanted to get out of here, but quickly it was becoming apparent that the only way he would achieve this was if he played along. However demeaning it was, he was not going to gamble with his life again. Not anymore.

"Woof."

>> “Ow, Ow! Okay! Okay! Woof."

The onomatopoeia tickled her eardrum. It was nice to see that Akshay knew how to behave properly; besides the hassle of losing her plaything, she was still very interested in the lean young Indian man. She chose him because he was intriguing, and she still had plenty of fun uses for him. She ran her fingers through his black hair. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Chrys removed herself from Akshay's back, and just as quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt to lift him to his knees. "Now dancing was fun, but I still want to see more."

Taking the knife carefully, Chrys ran the blade from the bottom of Akshay's shirt all the way to the collar. After more shredding of the sleeves, she pulled away the destroyed cloth. "You're going to dance for me some more so I can see how you work. Play nice, and I'm happy to reward you." Positive reinforcement was important when training a new pet. "You dance like the marvelous machine you are, and I'll leave all your ligaments intact!" She was a very gracious master.

Pulling the key to his handcuffs from the plunging neck of her dress, she undid the locks while giving fair warning. "Remember: You've already seen what happens if you try hurting me, so there's pretty much no point." The handcuffs were more for show (and fun) than necessity.

Chrys returned to her spot on the couch, picking up an anatomy sketchbook from the table. She grabbed the remote for the television and turned to the dubstep-y music channel to provide Akshay with appropriate music.

With her pencil in hand, she gave Akshay her big doe eyes and a pleasant smile. "Okay, dance now."

>> "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"[/color]

Akshay felt so demeaned. That is not to say that Akshay hadn’t participated in few…scenarios with certain lovers in his past. Some of them could be downright freaky too and, let’s admit, even Akshay could get into it now and again. But this was just a whole new level of weird and fear inducing that he couldn’t rightly classify it in his head. Yes, the woman was extremely sexy but that didn’t mean he wanted to be kidnapped for a week and play house puppy.

Unfortunately it seemed that he was not going to have a choice when squaring off against this unadulterated psychopath. The knife she held was more than enough proof that she was willing to use it. And as much as he wanted to fight for his dignity, was it really worth his life?

Plus, from how she sounded, he doubted that he was going to get much say in.

Suddenly, though, he found himself being back up to his knees. She was pulling him up by the back of his shirt and he knew then that he didn’t like this form of power play. He really did feel completely helpless, to the point that he would do anything to get out of here. But, tired and his arms finally easing up in soreness, he remained on his knees as he lowered his head, trying to focus.

>> "Now dancing was fun, but I still want to see more."[/color]

The winced the second he felt that cool metal of the knife brush his skin. For a moment he figured that maybe she was going back on her word and she was going to kill him! He cringed and closed his eyes, offering up prayers to any and all gods that would head him. Thankfully, it seemed that wasn’t her intentions. He felt his shirt being slit apart by the blade until finally it was just tatters hanging about him. With the shirt removed, he suddenly began to feel very self-conscious.

>> "You're going to dance for me some more so I can see how you work. Play nice, and I'm happy to reward you…You dance like the marvelous machine you are, and I'll leave all your ligaments intact! Remember: You've already seen what happens if you try hurting me, so there's pretty much no point." [/color]

Handcuffs were removed and his arms slumped to his sides. Sorely he rubbed his wrists as he remained on his knees, staring at the floor in front of him. What did he get himself into? This woman was crazy and she definitely had the upper hand right now. She was right, if he attacked her, would he just get hurt in the process? So what if he even knocked her out, would he knocked out too? She had a power that linked them, somehow, and that was a terrifying prospect. Though it seemed like he could have worked it to his advantage…she liked[/b] the pain! She was crazy…

>> "Okay, dance now."[/color]

Music filtered out from expensive speakers to the point that he could feel it resonating inside of his chest. Clearly the woman was well off. Why was it that all the psychos had the money in the world? Shaking his head he merely remained there, on his knees, slouched and staring at the ground. The beat was picking up but he didn’t have the will yet to move. The situation was weighing heavy upon him that he was in trouble here.

Goddamn he thought to himself.

When it seemed as if he weren’t going to move at all, he suddenly moved onto his feet along with the beat, making it seem natural and robotic at the same time. Blending in with the music, Akshay popped, twisted, and danced. Though his body may have enjoyed the music, in his mind he was only hoping to survive…one day at a time…

Akshay's dancing was just as impressive as it was in the club; possibly even more so now that his shirt was removed. It was less of a sex appeal quality as much as it was the additional visual access to his body movements. As his joints and limbs shifted, Chrys was able to sketch and diagram his movements. Having him instruct her on the dance floor was fine, but examining his every movement was much better for data collection.

Akshay did not say anything, but if he did, it would have probably gone unnoticed. Her attention was captivated by his elbows, shoulders, neck, waist, legs, wrists. The temptation to dissect was strong, but how terrible would it be to brand herself as a liar?

When the song wrapped up, Chrys picked up the remote and muted the television as the next song started fading into existence. She was pleased with what she collected, and more pleased with Akshay's good behavior.

The mistress of the house placed her sketchbook back down on the table. "Very good! Everything's better when you do as you're told."

Chrys stood from her seat and started sliding off her dress. When she looked up, she realized that Akshay did not understand the proper order and what exactly she was doing. In a matter-of-fact voice, she explained, "Um, it's reward time for good behavior." Duh.

Akshay still appeared to have a hard time grasping the situation. As she slid the dress down her narrow hips, leaving her in her underthings, she rolled her eyes. "I freed your arms right? You can take off your own pants." Maybe he just needed to be given the order? Perhaps he was a better puppy than she gave him credit for. "Now ideally. Unless you don't want rewards."

>> "Very good! Everything's better when you do as you're told."[/color]

Akshay finished his dance and sighed as the music came to an end. The physical exertion of his movements, mixed with his confusion and fear, had made everything feel so surreal. He was tired but he knew that he couldn’t just walk away or fall dead to sleep. Not with this woman around. She may have had further plans for him when he was asleep. He couldn’t allow her to have that kind of advantage right now.

God, he felt so low. Her praises were a mixed blessing. Yes, he did well, but it was just all so demeaning. He was only some pet for her to play with and make do her bidding and that was something that the young wordsmith didn’t want to tolerate.

But he would have to if he wanted to live.

Akshay was shaken from his musings though as he found Chrys in a state of undress. He looked up, confusion plastered across his face as he watched this psychopath begin to strip down the dress he saw her wearing earlier that evening. Before long she was only in underclothes and his mind raced to think of what other possible hell she was going to put him through.

Apparently she gleaned his questioning mind from the mere look on his face.

>> "Um, it's reward time for good behavior." [/color]

Seriously? he thought to himself. The woman is pretty much kidnapping him, degrading him to animal status, and now she wants the evening to progress into this? YES, as said before, Akshay has no stranger to the odder sides of love making, but this was totally in a whole new ballpark!

>> "I freed your arms right? You can take off your own pants…Now ideally. Unless you don't want rewards."[/color]

“O-Okay…” Akshay said as he removed the jeans that he was still wearing from the club. Thank god she didn’t slice those off with a knife.

Down into just his “ Flying Fox” boxer shorts. Feeling suddenly self-conscious and shy, the dancer covered up the front of his boxers as he peered down to the floor. God…what else could this woman have up her sleeve? What did she even consider a “reward”?

Then he remembered the knife she held in her hand earlier and instantly the most fearful thing he (or any man!) could think of popped into his. He glanced down at his shorts, wondered where the knife she held earlier was, and a cold sweat appeared.

No! Not The Captain!!!! he scream inside his head. And such a girlie scream it was…

Chrys stood in wait as Akshay disrobed further, keeping a hand at her hip and the other covering her mouth. At the sight of his unique boxers, the hand stifled a snorting laughter. "All about the comics, huh?" It made sense for a comic shop owner to be nerdy, but it was weird to combine that with his persona as a smooth, dancing party guy. The duality of people was surprisingly unexpected.

Akshay was probably learning that too.

Chrys stepped closer, down to her underthings as well, but Akshay was still noticeably tense (for some reason.) She placed her hand on his chest, drawing her nails across his skin. It was too soft to draw blood, but just enough to remind him of her sharpened manicured nails.

She moved in quickly to kiss Akshay, her tongue flitting past his lips. Now that the bond was already formed, there was no need to hesitate, and she did want to show that his reward was in good faith.

After a bite of the lip, she pulled away and looped a finger into the elastic waistband of the man's nerdy boxers. "So am I rewarding you, or are you too tired for the night or something?" He did admittedly have a full night of dancing and being drugged.

>> "All about the comics, huh?" [/color]

Akshay meekly nodded in response. He was still a completely terrified at what this woman had planned. So far she had proven herself to be a complete psychopath! And while Akshay was actually pretty opened minded about the types of women he went out with, this was just drawing the line. There was just no way that he was going to relax around this woman. Despite how sexy she was, just the fact that that tiny, pink brain of hers conceived of this madness was enough to want to send him running.

But he couldn’t. Of course she was a mutant and a mutant was a most dangerous power, at least from what he felt; especially since he didn’t know how far her power extended. That was not something that he could risk.

Though she was crazy, and quite possibly evil, he was going to have to work within the parameters that she set. If he played along, he would be released in a week, right? God, he hoped that he could make it that long. Or at least survive until he could find his own way out.

Quickly he was jostled from his thoughts when he saw the young woman moving closer. A glance and he remembered why he was attracted to her in the first place. He imagined that she looked something like this underneath that revealing black outfit she first had on. Now, though, that he was finally looking at her…yeah, she was pretty hot. It was just unfortunate that it was hotness wrapped in crazy.

Then, before he could really register, she kissed him. Akshay, momentarily caught off guard, had placed his hands on her hips and kissed back. After all, he did have a part to play didn’t he? A part, to which he was reminded of, when he felt her manicured nails scratch lightly down his chest. Yeah, craaaazy….

The kiss ended and Akshay looked down into the woman’s eyes. God, he hated to imagine what churned in her imagination.

>> "So am I rewarding you, or are you too tired for the night or something?" [/color]

“Oh, um, no, I’m good,” he confirmed with a nod. “Reward, please?”

Goooooood so demeaning! But, if it meant survival and freedom from this insane asylum, it would be done. After all, Akshay was anything if not a survivalist.