Try as you might, your bonds are tied too tightly and will not give. The light flits through the blinded windows, giving the room a sinister, shadowy look to it. You lay your head back on the pillow and decide to wait for your tormenter to come back.
You doze off soon after, and have strange dreams of being tied up and beaten. You awake to a hand slapping your face. "Huh? What?" you try to sputter out, but the ball still gags you. You look up and see the girl from before, now wearing a skimpy black leather outfit and a black choker necklace. She's sitting on her knees on the side of you. "Shut up. It's more fun if you don't talk." She snaps, and slaps you hard against the face again. You moan in pain and let your head drop limply to the side of the pillow. "Sticks and stones may break my bones..." the girl says, pointing to all the gear on the floor, "but chains and whips excite me."
"Now..." the girl says, eyeing all the gear on the floor. "....where were we? Are you feeling whips today, how about bondage? Well I guess you're already tied up... cat o' nine tails? Ooooh.... that's a kinky one..." she leaps off the bed and prances around the room, picking up gear, examining it, frowning, then dropping it on the floor again. "No... no... I'm not in the mood for that one.... too boring... too cliché... too bloody..." You continue to watch her from the bed, still struggling with your bonds.
"AH! I haven't done this one in a while." She says. You notice she's opened a closet door and has pulled out a giant bag of some kind. She thrusts a hand in and pulls out a giant handful of... dry dog food? Is she into extreme role playing? She smiles and drags the whole bag over to the bed and sits on the side. "Now, I'm gonna remove the ball. But don't try and scream or call for help or..." she pulls out a switchblade from the back of her pocket. "Here we go..." she says. You lay absolutely still as she reaches a hand gingerly down and undoes the straps. The ball falls away and you lunge your head up and bite the girl's wrist hard enough to draw blood.
"AHHH! FUCK!" she yells, drawing her hand back. You open your mouth and scream. "HELP!" the girl, with her other hand full of the dog food, rapidly shoves the entire handful into your gaping mouth. You scream again as the greasy, foul taste slides down your throat. You cough, sending half-chewed chunks all over the front of the girl. "Shut up! You're a bad boy. A VERY bad boy." She scolds. "More food for you." You rapidly clamp your mouth shut, but the girl thumps you on the Adam apple and you scream again. She shoves handful after handful of dog food into your mouth. It slides down your throat despite it's terrible taste.
When half the bag is gone, and your stomach looks swollen, the girl rapidly grabs the ball gag and straps it back on, leaving you mumbling. "After that little episode, you're going to have to be SEVERLEY punished..." she sighs. She clicks her tongue, puts the dog food bag back in the closet, and picks up a whip on the floor. On the shaft you notice a bone has been painted.
You shake your head and try to pull away from the girl, but she creeps up to the bed, raises the whip above her head, and bring it down on your stomach. You yell into the ball and writhe on the bed. "BAD boy!" she scolds. She whips you three more times. "BAD boy! BAD boy! BAD boy!" by the time she has finished, you have red welts all over your stomach.
The girl pants and throws the whip into the corner. "Look! It's already starting!" you look down at your stomach and your eyes widen in horror as you see fur starting to grow on the spots where the whip struck you and about three inches away in every direction. "Of course, If I'm in the mood for full transformation..." the girl purrs, snatching up the whip in the corner again, "We'll have to go back to punishing... you bad dog you."