White Room Stage 4 Part 1
#5 of White Room
WARNING the following story contains adult content please do not read if you are under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised.
Hello again glad to see if anyone is still reading about zak's trip to the white room. Once again I love feedback, ideas, comments, hopes, dreams, favs, etc...
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_As for those of you who want some more yiff, don't worry there will be some in the next par_t.
White Room Stage 4 part 1
Zak groaned as his senses returned to him lazily for the countless time. He blinked letting his eyes adjusted to the cruel light. The anthro wolf was strapped into a nice looking chair which appeared t be made of wood, with a quick tug of his arms Zak came to the conclusion that the chair must have been made of the same plastic material he had been subjected to so far.
In front of him was a medium sized table covered in a white cloth and on it silverware set for two. Around him were the familiar white walls. Zak experimentally tried to move his hand towards the knife placed in front of him on the table but his chair would hear none of it. He growled at the stupid chair.
The chair didn't growl back.
Why did he always have to be tied up? Zak thought to himself moving his legs into a more favorable position. Something told him that all he needed to do was wait for something to happen.
He was right about 10 minutes after waking up, a door opened in the far wall and stepping through it came none other than his tormentor, Clair Agricore.
"Hello Zak." She smiled moving over to the table and sitting in the chair opposite from him. "I'm sorry I'm late... traffic and all." She smiled and grabbed a napkin laying it over her lap. She was dressed in a tight black gown showing off her curves and bust, around her neck was a beautiful diamond necklace carved into the shape of a lotus.
"There you are you little bitch, I have some questions still for you." Zak said angrily. He had decided that nothing worse really could happen to him know, so there was no reason to brown nose the woman.
"I'm surprised you could get reservation." Clair continued. "This place is very exclusive you normally have to call in months beforehand."
Zak glared at the woman "Hello did you hear me?" he growled as his fur began standing on end "I want some answers!"
Clair snapped her fingers and two pairs of hands fell from the ceiling holding menus. One gracefully deposited its menu into Clair's hands as she thanked it, while the other tried to figure out how to give Zak his.
It pushed the menu into his face, but Zak only snapped at it. The hands then decided to set it open in Zak's lap. He was still naked so the menu sat behind his erect member with one half on either side of the genital and simply leaned on the table behind it, this way Zak could read it if he glanced down. Zak wished his hands were free so he could toss the menu at Clair, but it wasn't meant to be.
"Oh I'm so excited what are you going to have?" she asked closing the menu.
"I'm thinking ill have the can of doggy kibble with the side of what the hell are you doing?" Zak snapped trying to break free of his restraints again.
Ciair sighed and rested her head in her left hand. "You can't just play along, can you?"
"Id consider it if you told me why I should play along, and what I'm playing."
Clair closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "None of them were this stupid so far... perhaps some chemicals got mixed up." She opened them again "do you remember anything?"
Zak thought about that "I remember you in the bar, with some kind of deal."
"Yes and...?"
"And..." Zak closed his eyes now but couldn't remember more. "I got nothing."
"Obviously" Clair stated picking up her fork "let me jog your memory". She stood up quickly and began to walk around Zak brandishing the fork as if it were a magic wand. "I offered you a job and you" she pointed the fork at Zak "accepted".
"I know that!" Zak yelled. He was getting tired of her cocky attitude.
Clair tutted and waved her finger at Zak. "Now, now, there is no need to yell" she began walking again "I offered you 1 million dollars."
"What!"
"Shut up!" Clair snapped hitting him on the head with the fork "did you want an explanation or not?" she regained her composure and continued "1 million dollars, if you would sign a contract agreeing that I could use you in any way I saw fit, for as long as I wanted, just as long as I didn't cause you any permanent bodily harm"
"What do you call this!" Zak interrupted sticking his furry chest out at her.
"Reversible" Clair stated lazily.
"Ok so when do you reverse it?"
"When I want too." Clair snapped slapping Zak across the snout sharply. "Now listen up, you signed the contract so you will do whatever I want you to. If you do, when I'm done playing with you" she quickly twirled on the spot "you will receive 1 million dollars in cash."
Zak looked at her suspiciously "and you just happen to have 1 million dollars off hand, because..."
"I'm rich."
"Right and your willing just to give this to 1 random guy off the street."
"No I have given it to 5 random guys off the street before you."
Zak was stunned by that fact, but quickly recovered "You think I'm stupid enough to believe you have that much money on hand? Yeah right!"
Clair frowned and snapped her fingers twice. The hands descended from the ceiling again, one grabbed Zak's cock and the other his new tail. Zak looked at them fearfully then yelped as the hands pulled the two appendages away form each other quickly.
"Oww, why the hell?!"
"SHUT UP!" Clair commanded her face turning red. "No man up to this point has ever been such a brain dead simpleton that he couldn't realize who is in charge." She snapped her fingers again and the hands pulled Zak in two directions once more.
"Owww!"
"Now listen up and think for a moment, I know it's hard for you so try not to have a seizure." She stomped her foot and gestured to the room "do you think someone without a lot of money could build this?"
Zak blinked a tear out of his eye as he examined the white room. He never had considered how such a room had come to be.
"Now I happen to own a sizable business." Clair continued returning to her chair. "I won't say which one as if you ever were to escape you could hurt my reputation, but believe me when I say 1 million dollars is chump change to me."
"So what you have tons of money and enjoy using it to turn people into fury freaks?"
Clair snapped her fingers and Zak yelped loudly. "No, I have tons of money and a high libido."
Zak blinked at this "say wha..."
"Further more I also have a very open mind."
Zak could tell she wasn't going to stop talking anytime soon so he tried to get comfortable... well as much as you can when a metal hand is grabbing your dick and tail.
"So I said to myself one day" she continued "why not have some fun, iv worked so hard my whole life it's about time to have some fun. After this I hired the best scientist and engineers to build this "lab" for my personal use (of course I paid them handsomely to keep it hush hush) and in it I began my fantasies. The first man
I made into a very pretty kitty and I played with him for a few months before letting him go, fully human and 1 million dollars richer." she stopped realizing that the conversation had turned into rambling, and shifted in her chair "basically to answer your first question, you should play along for 1 million dollars, as for what game you are playing..." she gave a evil smile "you are playing out my newest sexual fantasies."
Zak took a moment to consider this. Was she insane/ She wanted him to go through her sick sex games? He couldn't fathom the idea. He decided to tell her the deal was off and she could keep the money! He looked at his furry hands; nothing was worth being like this, what's the upside to being all... Zak paused as he started to recall his latest memories. He was lying down in a chair as the woman across from him rode his member like it was going out of fashion, and the pleasure. Zak took a deep breath as he remembered the amazing, fiery sensation. Maybe... maybe, he could wait a bit longer... "Ok Clarice I'll play your little games, but..."
Clair raised an eyebrow at this.
"By the end of this you wont want me to leave." He said with a wolfish smile. "You're going to beg me to stay, but Ill take your money and run."
Clair looked at him over her hands for a moment, then smiled. "Whatever you say Zak... Or should I say Pet Number 6."