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Carnage House

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Hounded

by Lee Culloty

WITH JAYNE SHUFFLING out of the door, it left him, Karen, and John in the office. He wished John would hurry up and fuck off. He wanted to be alone with Karen and see where their flirting would lead. He re-read the last message she had sent him.

Maybe, when they leave, we could have some fun.

The words made his stomach twist with anxiety. What started as a simple compliment about her outfit snowballed into flirting and, finally, a dirty promise.

“Ah, you look better now, Stuart,” John said, exiting his office. He placed his briefcase on Stuart’s desk. “You should go home. You went really flushed an hour ago, go and rest up.”

“I need to respond to a few emails if left until tomorrow we breach our own SLA,” he said. Listening to himself, he heard mild panic in his voice.

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Aww, Darling,” Karen said from behind him. “If Stuart wants to work, let him.”

John smiled as his wife approached and wrapped her arms around him. It was such a genuine smile Stuart felt ashamed.

“You know how work-shy some staff have been. Now we have someone who wants to work,” Karen stood on her tiptoes and kissed her husband’s cheek. His hand went to her arm, squeezing it.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow then, Stuart. Darling, I’ll see you later. Can you lock up? Then meet me in Bindles for dinner?”

“Oooh, you know I love Bindles, I’ll see you there.”

He leaned in, kissed his wife, picked up his briefcase, and left the office. He said goodbye over his shoulder. Karen replied, looking Stuart in the eyes. A smile spread across her face. One he hadn’t seen before. It unsettled him. She waved out the window as John got in his Jaguar. He was now alone with Karen.

“I thought he would never leave,” she said, returning to her desk behind him.

He stared at the email he had been reading.

“What are we doing?” He had to know. It sounded weak and gave Karen control, but he had to know what she was planning. He felt like no matter what it was, he was not going to have much say in it.

“Give it five minutes, in case he forgot something. Then we can shut down our computers and…” She left the sentence unfinished. She was playing games, but as ashamed as he was with himself, he wanted to play along.

“And what?” He spun to face her.

She opened a button on her shirt, “And have some fun.”

He smiled, turned, and tried to concentrate on the email he had opened. A customer complaint about broken software. He read the words, but nothing processed.

He heard her getting up and heading to the breakroom. He spun to watch her through the doorway. It looked like she was trying to add more sway to her hips as she moved, knowing he would be watching, enticing him like a seductive bait on a hook. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled before disappearing into the breakroom. If she was bait, he was about to bite.

He gave it a minute to not appear desperate, not wanting to look like an obedient dog to come running when called. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he followed into the breakroom and found her sitting on one of the small tables, dangling a pair of black panties from her index finger.

“Why don’t you come here?”

When he was close enough, Karen reached out, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him close. She stared at him briefly, inspecting his face before kissing him. He was lost as soon as her soft, warm lips pressed against his. Her wet tongue wormed into his mouth and caressed his own. She had the faint taste of coffee.

He wrapped his hand around her head and ran his fingers through her hair. She stopped him, breaking the kiss and leaving him standing with his eyes closed and tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“Sorry, but don’t mess up my hair. He’ll notice if it’s ruffled.”

He was taken aback at the rise and fall of erotic energy.

“Sorry.”

“It’s Okay. He’s noticed before when my hair is messed up.”

Before? Did that mean she had done this before?

She must have seen the question on his face as she explained after sighing, “I’ve done this a few times before. With men, we have employed.” She let it sink in for a few seconds. “I’ve never been caught, as far as I can tell. Apart from noticing my hair once, John has never suspected anything. I’m cautious about controlling both my husband and the,” she hesitated, the word she had ready not sounding right, “others.”

“I need this. I don’t get it anywhere else, but this changes nothing in the office. We have our roles, and we will play them nine to five. When we can, we can play like this.”

He shook his head, not knowing what to say. He felt used, but he was also aroused. He didn’t want to be the next guy, but he wanted her.

She took a deep breath and sighed again, “So now you know, I’m a slut, want to leave and go home, or,” she paused as she opened her legs and ran her hands up her thighs, “Want to have some fun with this slut?”

He smiled. He couldn’t help it. She spoke like a porn star, like a teenage fantasy come to life. She pulled him close and whispered in his ear to kneel. He did as she instructed without thinking.

On his knees, he saw the grey in her pubic hair, reminding him she was older. The thought was fleeting as she quickly put a hand on his head and guided him where she wanted, whispering for him to use his tongue. He obeyed and lapped at her like a dog drinking from its bowl.

After a few minutes, she pushed him away, stood, and bent over the table. He undid his trousers when she told him to get back on his knees. He obeyed like a good dog. Her moans got louder, and her instructions dirtier. He did as told, using his tongue and fingers as she wanted. He felt her body tense, then convulse like she had an electric charge running through her. He wiped the wetness from his mouth with the back of his arm, thinking his job was done.

“It’s your turn.”

She fell to her knees without breaking eye contact. She unlatched his belt, undid his trousers and hooked her fingers into his waistband, scratching him with her nails. Her phone rang, making her stand, apologise, and return to her desk. He heard her answer, saying John’s name. He followed her like a puppy, eager to continue playing.

Her back was to him, her phone pressed against her ear. He felt a wave of arousal taking in her feminine curves. Her skirt, which had fallen back into place, covered her hips and ass. She pivoted, saw him gazing, and winked. She bent over her desk, giving him a view of her rear to tease him.

She hung up. “I’m sorry, Stuart, I have to go. John’s son has let him down, so he will meet me in Bindles in fifteen minutes.”

She walked past him back to the breakroom, picked up her panties, and stepped into them. As she pulled them up her legs, he felt himself wilt.

“So that was it?” He asked with anger in his voice.

She walked over and helped him pull his trousers together. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” He took over and did himself back up. She whispered in his ear, “I’ll do anything you want.”

The warm whisper rekindled his desire.

“But it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” She kissed him, letting her lips linger long enough for him to enjoy her softness. “Come on, get your stuff. We have to go.”

~~~

Sitting in his car, he was horny and frustrated. She had driven out of the car park without looking back. Leaving him feeling used. What they had done? The flirty foreplay and oral was a build-up to a release she’d denied him.

Lighting a cigarette, he tried not to think about it. When he inhaled, he could still smell Karen on his fingers, exciting him again. He stubbed it out and drove to the nearest pub, hoping to pour some cold beer on his libido.

At the Barn Owl, he ordered a pint, drank it quickly, and ordered another. It was working, numbing his feelings and allowing him to think rationally. What he’d done was fun, but that was all. Nothing serious.

With the second drink drained, he decided to leave. At his car, his phone vibrated. He fumbled his thumbs over the screen eagerly to see if it was Karen.

Sorry about earlier. I’ll make it up to you. Starting now…

How was he supposed to reply? He started typing out that it was. No big deal. Before he could finish, the phone vibrated again, and a photo popped up of Karen with her shirt open, exposing a black lace bra.

He was shocked and excited. His heart hammering. He pinch-zoomed in to see the swell of cleavage. Zooming out again, it looked like she was in a ladies' bathroom. He shook his head, disappointed in himself. Lured back into the intense sexual attraction he felt earlier. He wanted to get home, have a hot shower, masturbate, and go to sleep. But his phone vibrated again.

Want to see more?

He typed Yes. hating himself for being controlled like this. She was like a drug. She had dangled herself in front of him, and he had bitten, wanting another hit. He put his phone away and started his car, telling himself he would make her wait before replying to further messages. Maybe even ignore his phone for the rest of the night and end her power games.

He thought she’d lost interest when he got onto the country roads without further messages. He tried pushing her to the back of his mind, but she was there, like an embedded splinter.

The roads were empty, allowing him to clear his mind as he drove until his phone vibrated. The thought of Karen posing was too much to ignore. With one hand on the wheel, he took his phone out.

He slowed to unlock it. His heart was hammering in his chest when he saw another photo from Karen. His cock was ready in anticipation. He checked the road with a glance and returned to the photo of Karen. Her shirt was open, showing off her black lace bra. She was cupping a breast with her free hand.

I want to feel your hands here.

He glanced back at the road, and another photo came through, capturing his attention again. This one was a close-up of Karen’s pussy. He recognised the sprinkle of white pubic hairs. Her hand was in the shot, fingers parting her labia, showing him the glistening pink flesh he had been laving with his tongue earlier.

I want to feel you here again.

He checked on the traffic. There was nothing but the dark, winding country road. His phone vibrated. He opened it, Karen from behind, one hand resting on her ass.

Have you ever done anal?

His cock throbbed with an urgent need for sex. His concentration was lost, snagged again by Karen, so he didn’t follow the road through a bend. He mounted a verge with a bump, jolting his attention from Karen. As his phone flew out of his hand, disappearing into the back of the car, there was a dull thud from the front right tire and a high-pitched yelp.

He stamped on the brake and abruptly stopped in a hedge.

With his heart beating faster than before, he took stock. He had driven off the road onto a small grass verge and into a hedge. There was a whining coming from outside the car. He’d hit something, and it was in pain.

Stuart didn’t know what to do. Thoughts flitting around his head like wild birds. He tried mentally blocking out the dying cries of the animal he’d hit. A light came on, and a torch flashed from within a tiny traveler’s caravan, its beam dancing across the small windows.

A voice called out.

The animal responded with a desperate cry.

The caravan's back door burst open. A dark silhouette shone the torch over the devastation he had caused. The beam steadied on the dog under his car. A human cry of sorrow and pain filled the night. Stuart’s mind went blank.

The torch focused on him. The light pierced his window, blinding him. He started the engine on autopilot, put the car in reverse, and pulled out of the hedge. Small branches squealed, scratching the sides of his car. Human cries of pain and animal whimpering blended, and over it, the snapping of bones as he reversed back over the animal.

He drove off, ignoring the frantic waves from the traveler. Gypsies tended to live outside of the law, so he didn’t want to try to explain or apologise. He would end up in the same shallow grave as the crushed corpse of the dog.

He sped through the country roads, trying to calm himself down. Adrenaline coursed through him. His right leg jumped involuntarily up and down. He wanted to be home where he could drink whiskey and forget what had just happened.

~~~

The next day, he considered calling in sick and staying under his covers. He felt sick with revulsion from what had happened. But Karen's dirty promises pulled him out of bed and into the office.

“Where have you been?” Karen asked, following him to the kitchen. There was a look of genuine concern on her face. “I’ve been texting you all night. It says you haven’t even looked at them.”

“I hit a dog on the way home. I think I killed it.” There was no doubt in his mind he had killed it. He had heard the bones snap beneath his wheels. It was easier to say it with uncertainty.

“You mean, you didn’t check on it?”

He shook his head. “I was all over the place. I crashed into a hedge because I was thinking about you, not the road. I haven’t slept a wink. I was up late last night sponging blood and bits of dog from my car.”

Her smile came back. “I thought it was something I did, or rather, we did. Don’t worry about it,” she reassuringly touched his shoulder. “Maybe it wasn’t a dog, it could have been a fox. Anyway, it was an accident.”

It was an accident. Hearing Karen say it reassured him. So why had images of a twisted, mangled dog dragging its body out from under his car filled his dreams? Why did he hear canine howls when seeing Karen’s messages waiting to be read?

“It was an accident. I swear it was.”

He looked into her eyes and saw the sexy, mischievous look she had yesterday evening. She was wearing mascara and red lipstick. She had come in ready for him today.

“Maybe I can make you feel better?”

Despite the weight of guilt, her words aroused him again.

“Maybe we can,” she put her hand in Stuart’s crotch and squeezed, “Pick up where we left off.”

She traced the outline of his cock and bit her lip. “I think it is my turn…” Her words were lost under a growl. A low guttural sound from behind. He spun around, his hip knocking her hand away, and scanned for the source. There was only the kitchen cabinets.

“What was,” he faced Karen. He saw the look of confusion on her face and then swiveled back to where the growl came from. “I just heard something like growling.”

She giggled, resting a hand on his back. “There is nothing there.” She pulled him close and pressed her body against his. He could feel the warmth of her breasts against his back. “John is in Essex today. We have the place to ourselves as soon as Nicki and Jayne leave.” Her lips touched his ear lobe, causing goosebumps. “I’ll see you later.”

Her embrace ended, and her body was gone. He noticed the coolness on his back where her breasts had been. He watched her leave the kitchen and head into the office. Her high heels clicked as she swayed her hips.

He thought of her standing before him in her underwear and heels and felt aroused. How could a woman getting on for fifteen years his senior have such a hold over him? He wanted to be alone with her now and see if she would make good on her promises.

A low whimpering noise came from behind him again. It was quiet but there. He spun and again saw nothing. It continued, growing in volume. Stuart knew that sound; he had heard it the last night. It was the dog crying in pain. The realisation made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

“Stuart, your phone,” Nicki called from within the office.

The sound faded out like it was coming from a radio, and the volume slowly decreased, replaced by his desk phone ringing.

“Stuart?” Nicki again, this time her voice sounded exasperated.

“Yeah. I’m coming.”

At four o’clock, he felt nervous. His stomach developed a light ache, as if his intestines were constricting. At four fifteen, his mobile vibrated.

I’m not wearing any underwear, want to see?

Karen again. She was dangling her sexy playboy fantasy in front of him, wanting him to bite. It was obvious she liked playing games. Another message came through. It was a selfie of Karen in the women’s bathroom, lifting her skirt to show her thighs.

Stuart heard a bark.

He looked up and scanned the street outside, expecting to see a dog.

“Did you hear that?” He asked, turning to face Nicki. She was slipping her arm into her jacket.

“What?”

“The dog?”

She shook her head. “Anyway, I’m off early today. Me and Al are heading to the coast and want to get a head start on the traffic.” She moved around to her desk. “I’ve got to go. He’s outside.”

Stuart nodded and said goodbye, not believing his luck.

He messaged Karen. Nicki is gone.

They were alone. His heart beat faster as his phone went off. It was Karen telling him to go and wait in the boardroom.

John had never invited him to any meetings in the boardroom before. As he scanned the room, he thought it funny that his first visit would be when he fucked Karen. A large beechwood table was surrounded by plush, cushioned chairs. In the corner, there was a small black leather sofa. His imagination had him sitting naked on it, feeling the cool leather on his legs as Karen straddled him.

“I’ve locked the doors. No one can disturb us now.”

Karen stood in the doorway, smiling. She entered, shrugged off her suit jacket, and placed it over a chair. She pointed to the sofa and motioned with her head. He went and sat like a good doggie.

“I’m going to strip for you. I want you to watch and get hard so I can crawl across the floor and suck you off.”

He was already hard.

She took a step backward and ran her hands over her body, hips, and breasts, undoing the top button on her tight shirt. He adjusted how he sat, his erection making it uncomfortable.

“After, I’m going to ride your cock,” she said, undoing another button.

A snapping sounded like dry sticks breaking. It came from all around him. Karen didn’t hear it, lost in her strip tease. He could see the black cups of her bra as she opened her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders. He knew that snapping sound. He had heard it yesterday night. It was the sound of canine bones being crushed. Fear crept into his brain, making him breathe faster.

The shirt fell to the floor. Karen unzipped her skirt. He heard the zipper being pulled down and felt the return flush of arousal as she twirled and bent over to slowly pull the skirt down, revealing her ass and the sexy black thong. She let it slide down her legs.

Growling confronted him.

“You are so sexy,” he said, trying to ignore the noise. It was psychological. It had to be. Guilt from taking the dog’s life manifested in auditory hallucinations. It was nothing, and they would stop as soon as he entered Karen. Replaced with moans of pleasure.

“Want to see more?” Karen purred like a content cat, loving the attention. With her back to him, she undid her bra. She shrugged out of it, held it out, and let it drop to the floor. She pirouetted, letting him see her breasts for the first time. Her erect nipples were darker and more prominent than he had imagined.

As she touched herself, kneading her breasts, the pained howl of the dog filled the room. Loud enough to make Stuart wince. It came from around him, piercing his eardrums and commanding his attention. Karen didn’t notice his discomfort. She was focused on bending over to pull down her panties.

The howl became a guttural growl, a warning of attack. The noise came from under the conference table close to Karen. A pool of dark blood spread outward from under the seat she had hung her clothes over. The room filled with a thick, coppery scent.

Oblivious, Karen kept doing her slow strip tease. The red puddle grew, reaching her feet. It pooled around her ankles and swallowed her underwear. She faced him, making small waves with her feet. Then, she fell to her knees, spreading her legs open. It would have been the most erotic experience in his life if she wasn’t kneeling in a pool of dark blood.

She crawled toward him, her eyes intense, never leaving his. She bit her lip in mock innocence and looked sexy despite the gore coating her hands and legs. He felt himself shrinking.

Karen was making contented moans as she reached him. She ran her hands up his thighs, forcing his legs open. This was a dream mixed with a nightmare. Her touch was hot electricity, stimulating him back into the moment. He forgot about the dog as she moved higher and started to undo his trousers.

“Mmmm, I want you in my mouth.”

Her husky words gave him wood. His need for her was so intense he felt it throbbing. The need to let Karen pleasure him was greater than his fear. She undid his trousers, took out his cock, and stroked it. As she did, the wet sound of flesh being torn came from under the conference table. Followed by the high-pitched whine of a dog in pain.

As she lowered her head into his lap, he saw a broken bone emerge from under the chair. As he felt the warm, soft wetness of Karen’s mouth, he saw the sharpened, broken bone scrabbling in the pool of blood, desperately trying to find purchase. Another leg, ending in a paw, clawed at the floor and pulled a head into view.

A snout, with lips curled back exposing broken, bloody teeth, slowly emerged. It filled his veins with ice water. Karen made a confused sound and felt a coolness on his cock.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

Two glassy white eyes embedded in a crushed skull stared at him. The ears were torn away, leaving patches of gleaming skull. He closed his eyes. He could enjoy this moment without seeing. The next time he opened his eyes, the dog would be gone. It isn’t real. Karen is real. Karen’s mouth is real. The dog is dead. Its broken body was probably thrown into a bush. It was not here with him. There was no way it could ruin sex.

“You are going soft. What’s wrong?”

Opening his eyes, the dog had pulled its body out into the puddle of gore on its front legs. Its hind legs looked broken and twisted. He looked at Karen, who frowned and creased her brow. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face back into his lap. He felt her cheek against his flaccid cock before she pulled away.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She shook him free.

“Just suck it and it’ll be okay.”

The dog faded. The smell of blood dissipated with the growls.

He was starting to understand. The dog was haunting him when he got horny.

“I keep seeing the dog I killed last night.” His words came out quickly, trembling with panic and fear. “I heard it this morning in the kitchen when we were alone. I’ve just seen it crawl out from under that table.”

Karen looked at the table and then back to Stuart.

“I’m not sure what is happening. Every time I get horny, I see or hear that fucking dog.”

Karen rose and looked down at him. Her arms folded across her chest. Without the heights of sexual excitement, he saw her differently. The sagging flesh of her stomach and the peppering of grey pubic hairs made her look her age.

“It’s over.” She gathered up her clothes and bent to pick up her underwear. The blood they were floating in was gone.

“Karen, it’s not me.” He knew she was right. It was over. He fumbled himself back into his trousers and did them up. “I don’t know what it is…”

“Just leave it,” she snapped and left the room.

He remained on the sofa, thinking about what happened. The dog had ruined everything. Moments ago, he had felt Karen’s hand on his cock as she kissed his thigh, teasing him, working her mouth closer and closer to his waiting erection. He had felt her tongue glide up his sensitive underside before feeling the warm, wet suction of her mouth.

The growl came back, echoing around the room. It sounded like the dog was behind him, sitting on the back of the sofa, ready to pounce. This was torture.

“Fuck you, I’m not letting this happen.”

Pulling his cock out, he stroked it. He closed his eyes and thought of Karen. Of all of her dirty promises. Karen riding him cowgirl, letting him knead her breasts. Her bent over the conference table, screaming as he fucked her ass. Her kneeling with her mouth open and tongue out, waiting to catch his load. All he had to do was break this mental link he had made between sex and guilt, and he would be free. He closed his eyes to concentrate and heard the growl. It was closer, behind him, perched on the sofa behind his head. He felt its breath on his neck.

His nose filled with wet dog fur and the heavy odor of blood. He gripped tightly, squeezing his cock as he worked up a rhythm. He thought about Karen bent over the conference table and telling him to fuck her hard.

He felt a wetness land on his neck and run down his back. Without looking, he pictured foaming pink saliva dripping from the dog’s mussel. He was scared, but he was also aroused. He kept his eyes closed and jerked himself off. He felt a hand touch him, and he stopped.

“I was watching.” Karen was back. Her hand retook him and started stroking. “I liked watching you play with yourself, but I like joining in more.” He felt the wetness of her mouth on his cock and, at the same time, the wide, wet tongue of the dog slide up the back of his neck. He was repulsed and aroused. He was close.

“Grab my hair again,” Karen instructed. “Make me suck your cock.”

She was a sexual demon. Her salacious instructions were a wet dream come true. He opened his eyes, grabbed a handful of hair, and pushed her head down, making her take him in her mouth. As he controlled her rhythm, he felt teeth digging into his neck. He was on the verge of climax between the jaws of death.

He came, and the orgasm shook his body. He heard a satisfied groan from Karen and felt teeth sink into his neck. His head was pulled from side to side as the dog shook him. The growling mingled with Karen’s moans. He opened his eyes. The room was tinted red. Karen’s head, still slowly bobbing up and down in his lap, was fading into the vermillion haze.

He felt the skin on his neck tear and shred as his climaxes sent shockwaves of pleasure through his cock. The pulling stopped, and his head fell back onto the sofa, his neck unable to maintain its weight. As the light faded, he heard Karen one last time.

“Mmmm, that’s a good boy.”


About the Story:
This story came to me as I stepped out of the shower one morning. After drying, I threw the towel on the floor to get changed and was shocked to see how much it resembled a dog’s body. My mind kept recalling the dog scene from John Carpenter’s The Thing. Stories, I have found, are as persistent as the tide. So, I had to sit down and work it into a story.