Paw 2
#2 of Paw: Machinations of fear and desire
Paw
Chapter 2:It will get you in the end
Melissa checked her watch for the tenth time in half an hour, tapping her high heeled shoe impatiently on the linoleum of the office floor. She had been waiting what, an hour for her intern to come into work today? Melissa would fire the charming shy squirrel if she weren't the boss's daughter.
Frustrated, she went to her desk and poured herself a cup of stale barely warm coffee from a pot she kept nearby. She tried drinking it black, but that left a horrible taste in her mouth. It was an acquired taste, someone told her. She never met anyone who drank it plain, and she never saw anyone at the coffee establishment down the street do so either.
It was fine she supposed. She definitely loved her coffee, and this unprofessional behavior of her young apprentice only allowed her to be better introduced to her favorite tall, dark, and warm steamy friend. If coffee were a person, she'd marry him, and while she was at it, cheat on him with his cousin Cappuchino or mocha latt'e.
Mixing milk and Splenda into hers to give it a nice sweet caramel flavor, she looked apprehensively back at her office door and hoped for it to open, but also praying it wouldn't so she might be able to get the damn girl fired.
God it was cold. She thought, taking another long sip from her mug. Good thing coffee warmed you up and helped you get psyched up for whatever happened.
A rattle came from nearby. She turned her muzzle toward the sound and shook her head.
"Jane. If that's you, I'm going to blast you with my ass!" She sneered, waving her black and white striped tail with a certain morbid temptation.
She wouldn't actually skunk-spray her assistant, but she sure did feel like it-given the uncouth behavior of Jane.
When Melissa opened the storage closet door, something heavy and covered in dark fur fell on top of her, ramming her hard against the ground. She blacked out staring into dark brown eyes peering at her from behind a black painted demonic mask.
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Awakening slowly with a shake of her head, black and white hair in her eyes, she looked on into the dark barely able to see anything in front of her.
Her muscles were sore, and she was slightly nauseated. Moving her arms, she found all her limbs bound over a long thin mount like a bondage horse a BDSM club would use for spanking and mock rape scenes.
The cold permeated into her skin like an icy salve, and the smell of rusty things tickled her nose constantly.
Her eyes adjusted enough that she could see two gallon-sized tanks flanking one another with thick tubes coming out the bottom of each and attached to some type of square boxy machine which had two more tubes coming out of it leading to...
She tried to scream as her eyes saw one tube attached to her muzzle with many strong straps, forming a leakproof seal around her mouth.
And when she...
-There was another thick tube going deeply into her ass, and it seemed that despite her efforts to push it out, it stuck fast and never let go.
Yes, she was tied down with tubes coming out of both ends of her GI tract. But her greatest trepidition came from the sudden realization that the two tanks of liquid would be forced into her body if the machine were activated.
A shadow caught her eye. She turned her eyes fast enough to see the masked creature coming towards her, red fur showing through the gaps between his clothes-and did she hear something out of place as he walked before her?
She heard something crinkle like a plastic bag as he strolled up to the machine and faced her in the solemn anonymity of his blue glyph wolf mask.
"Hello there, Melissa. I wish we had met under more gentle circumstances, but that can't be helped, now." Came a soft satiny whisper from under that foreboding face.
She squealed out in gagged protest as his white paw travelled delicately over the polished steel of the fluid pump-threatened by the very obvious truth that he had come here to be her tormentor.
"It's a wonderful and efficient device. I wish I had invented it as I had need for it before I was found and given the choice myself."
The choice? Was he mad?! Only sick people would consider being tortured a "choice"!
"All who are brought here are in essence being judged for their hypocrisy as they prove themselves capable of his mercy."
She watched him warily, saw his red tail almost completely submissively held between his legs like he were afraid of someone.
"Paw made your choice easy. All you have to do is pick which of these liquids gets pumped into your ass and the other down your throat."
He pulled the chain for a hanging work light and she saw the containers both had a mocha brown mixture inside of them.
At her incomprehension, the captor looked briefly at the filled tanks.
"One is filled with coffee-a nice caramel cappuchino mix. It's not hot, but I can attest that it is quite savory, as it has definitely helped me out time and time again with...personal issues. The other is filled with purified sewage water. It doesn't have any bacteria, viruses, or parasites anymore but we both know it still tastes like shit."
His furred fingers glide over the box until they snag one daunting black switch...and flip it, turning the device on.
She watched the countdown begin from five minutes and work down even as he watched on with resigned apathy.
"So, since you can't do anything about it, you'll have to tell me which liquid to put where before your time runs out."
Melissa was looking over the two small tanks when a rank horrid odour caught her nose. At first she thought it was the sewage, but that was sealed up in the container to keep her from even smelling which was which.
Soon, she realized it was the male in the mask.
He had shit himself.
At her confusion, he looks into her eyes with his right through the mask.
"I had my choice to make. It gives me some problems, but I got used to it."
The counter was ticking down from little more than four minutes and nothing short of luck or divine intervention would save her.
Looking over the two containers, she knew that it would be a game of chance to pick the right one-and you know those carnivals, sometimes the games are rigged.
The liquids looked virually the same; there wasn't anything obvious to point out the wrong one like a used condom floating about or maybe some other nasty tidbit. He said that it had been completely filtered-just like water through coffee grounds.
There was no help for it...but what if she chose neither.
She closed her eyes, perhaps trying to deny the fact that there was a machine in front of her hooked to her body. Perhaps if she chose nothing, nothing would happen-or at worst, it would just make the choice for her.
Wait, if she let it make the choice for her, it would make the wrong one-she was certain.
Maybe the right one was the right one-or maybe that was too obvious? Or maybe it was right because it was obvious and they thought she wouldn't pick it for that reason. Maybe left was right, or right was left or-
She was fucking confused!
Her cold shoulders shook as her eyes hovered in their gaze over the containers-both a sound choice because she could not discern any visible differences between the two.
Closing her eyes and preparing for the worst, she signalled her choice-and both her ends were filled so fast with liquid that it bloated her out like an elephant cock cumming in her and she couldn't taste it.
She couldn't taste it as it snaked through her like brown sludgy lightning, but soon it came to her, and it was quite a mouthful.
The captor looked on with amusement-until he was forced to use his diaper again with a pained and embarassed grunt.