Past the guest room was the dining room, which was open so that it went all the way to the outside wall. Following that wall to your right, you'd come across a set of spiral stairs that presumably lead upstairs. However, a few feet in front of you is the big, dining room table. If you looked to your right, you'd see a glass wall that looked out onto Lance's backyard. If you looked to your left, you'd see a wall (past another door) that was closer to you than the one on your right.

The table was meant to seat eight, but there were only three chairs. One at the head, and two, the middle chairs, in their usual places. Oddly, there were already filled plates at the table and no food to make your plates with.

Assuming the chair nearest me was mine, I claimed it, all the while looking to Lance for assurance.

Lance gave me a smile and nod of approval.

I smiled back, relieved.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have the food lain out on the table." he started, "Unfortunately, inconsiderate Marcy would stuff all the food into one plate like the whale she is."

Lance started walking towards the door next to the newly discovered guest room.

"I hope you aren't as daft as her."

He put his hand on the knob and turned it.

"Now, are you ready to meet her? She may be frightened by you upon first sight or may investigate you, but i will of course keep her from harming you."

Staring back at him, I swallowed and gave him a silent, pressured nod.

"Harming" me..?

"I will be right back." Lance said with a smile, and he disappeared into the mystery room.

Very soon, Lance came back with a woman... if you could call her that. She looked like the very definition of tormented. She was covered in scars, bruises, and hickeys. Her hair was a mess, and not even present in some places. Her eyes were wild, like a crazed dog's, always skittering around, yet never really focusing on anything in particular. She had a nice leather collar around her neck, as apposed to my chain one. The worst thing for me was seeing her shoved into some expensive looking dress that obviously wasn't her's. It had absolutely no business being on her body.

This... is Marcy..

..But it also..... isn't.............?

Immediately upon seeing me, Marcy scampered over to me and began sniffing and running her nasty paws all over me. Intensely panic stricken, I tightly gripped the table and kept my eyes on Lance, desperately hoping he'd call her off. However, Lance did nothing but chuckle and start walking as slowly and jauntily as he could over to his seat at the head of the table.

Behind me, looking over me, I could feel him finding immeasurable humor in my terror.

"See, you could be like that. You could be so dumb that you would let someone just completely destroy and corrupt you. You could be so weak that you would throw away your soul, spirit, feelings because you'd think you'd be happier that way. Look at her, she is hardly human, hardly animal, hardly anything natural."

Marcy, quick as a flash, dove under the table and began licking my feet and toes.

"You do have a choice, you know." Lance said, now seated, "You don't have to throw away your spirit. You can accept being in someone's unconditionally caring arms, can't you? Isn't that what you want? To be loved? Marcy here couldn't mentally grasp that if she had just listened, I would've spared her the agony of loosing oneself. She did it of her own accord."

Marcy fiercely pried my legs apart and moved her torso in between them, grasping at my jeans.

"But I don't think you're stupid, nor easily broken. Either way, I won't let you be broken. A good owner never breaks their pet's spirit. They only train them."

Just as Lance quit speaking, Marcy unzipped my jeans and pulled out my limp cock, ravenously licking and rubbing it. Having had enough, I gasped and violently pulled away from the table. I was so utterly disgusted, it didn't even feel good.

"That's enough, Marcy. You filthy, vile whore." Lance finally called off.

I impulsively remarked, stuffing myself back into my jeans.

Lance looked at me as if I had said something absurd. "You could have called her off or slapped her away at any time! Lance stood up from his chair, leaning over me.

Suddenly having to take responsibility for my words, I fearfully cowered in my chair, avoiding his terrifying eyes in hopes that would let me off.

Lance swiftly took his right hand and swung it across my face, slapping me with enough force to knock me out of my chair, onto the floor.

Lance sneered at me from all the way at the table and took my silverware.

"I was going to reward your good behavior with a fork, but you obviously don't want it. Get up and eat. I don't want even more of my time go to waste."

I slowly recollected myself and sat back in my chair, picking small pieces from my plate and eating them.