A Dog Collar & Chain

"Take off dem clothes," the black woman said when they arrived. "And leave dem in de car."

Lois obeyed. She did it almost without thinking—and that itself set her to thinking.

Why am I doing this? She thought as she peeled off jacket and shirt. Shucking off her bra, she saw how hard and erect her nipples had gotten. What is it about this which is getting me so excited?

No answers were forthcoming. Yet Lois could almost hear the devil on her shoulder, whispering the truth: Because you want this. You dreamed about it. You were just too scared to admit it, even to yourself.

The cabbie opened the door. She wasn't as heavy-set as Lois had thought. Her fat breasts hung low, the little pooch of a pot belly and wide hips giving an impression of weight beneath those baggy clothes...but there was muscle there. The black woman had a soft red fabric collar in her hand, a chrome chain leading off of it.

The reporter didn't flinch as the woman closed the collar around her neck. Her heart thumped against her breastbone as she cinched it tight...not too tight that she couldn't breathe, but tight enough that one good yank or pull would close off her airway.

They were outside an apartment building, the kind where all the doors faced to the outside. The black woman pointed at the nearest door...number 609. Someone had removed the 0, though the faded imprint of it remained on the wood. Lois looked about, suddenly aware that anyone might see her...but there was no one.

"Das a good bitch. Been lookin' for a good bitch for a long time. I got plans for ya, woman."

A hard slap on the reporter's pert ass made her yip. Lois walked toward the door. Held her breath as she opened it.

Clean inside. Spotless. All linoleum floors, no carpet. Walls a neutral off-white. They stood in a corridor...a large empty space that might have been intended as a living room off to the left, kitchen to the right. The rooms at the end of the hall would be bedrooms or bathroom.

The door shut and locked. The chain tugged left.

The living room wasn't empty. There was a cage.