Haute Dog, The View
Beneatha Younger-Mann © 2005

She must be dreaming. Is her kennel moving? It is. What the...? Where is He taking her? He wouldn't dare take her outside, would He? Shaking the kennel door; she finds it locked. Locked. LOCKED! What the...? Oh, HELL, no. NO! "What the fuck are you doing, man?" Silence. "Are you fucking crazy? Let me, the fuck, out of here!" Silence. "

You must be outside your fucking mi..." The cold air makes her catch her breath. Through the tiny window she can see this is not the back porch, but the garage. The amount of light in here tells her the outer door is not yet open. This thought calms her some. "What is going on? Where are you taking me?" Still silence. He carries her effortlessly to the rear of His Navigator and sets her kennel on the floor. Wordlessly, He opens the hatch and lifts her kennel inside. The hatch closes, and her mind races. 'He is really taking me out like this. He is taking me out the fucking house; butt ass naked, and in this fucking kennel. Mother fuck, what the fuck did i get myself into?'

He gets into the driver's seat. The car starts and the garage door opens. The Navigator is moving slowly but certainly down the driveway. She is frenzied. Shaking that damn door with all her might. All she accomplishes is to tip herself over in the kennel. Now she is covered in her food and water, and it's all over the back of the Navigator. Worse than that she now can't sit up in the kennel because it is over on its side. They must be at a traffic light, cause He turns around and says, "Bitch, you're gonna pay for that shit. you better calm the fuck down back there. Don't make me put your ass out right here on the street and leave you locked in that kennel. 'Oh, shit. He wouldn't. What if He did? Nah, He wouldn't, would He? Fuck. Shit. Why the fuck am i with this crazy son of a bitch? shit, cause i'm crazy my damn self.'

The Navigator cruises now at a comfortable speed. There are few stops, they must have reached the highway. her stomach growls and she remembers her food and water dish were tipped when she threw herself and the kennel over. her hands are mitted so she can't even pick the food up. she has only one option eat like the bitch she is. 'Damn, this was just supposed to be harmless fun. How did it get so fucked up? Where the fuck is He taking me?' The Navigator continues its cruise. The silence is deafening. It's as if they are on the highway all alone, the normal sounds of traffic are gone. Only her thoughts accompany her. her thoughts and the gnawing hunger in her belly. And the fullness of her bladder. Now what to do. "Hey. I have to go to the bathroom." No answer. "Seriously, I have to go." Nothing. "I know your fucking ass can hear me! i have to go!" Still silence. her urine is leaking down her legs. she is not able to hold it any longer. Now she is covered in her food, her water, and her piss. "you nasty ass bitch. Did you just piss in my Navigator? you know your nasty ass is gonna pay now, don't you?" The scent of her menses reaches Him in the front of the Navigator. "you in heat bitch? Answer me bitch. Are you in heat, nasty ass?" checking she covers her mitt with her blood. 'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.' her only thought. The Navigator slows, and then stops.

He is out of the Navigator almost immediately. The hatch is flung open and the kennel is drug out of the back and nearly dropped on the ground. There is none of the care she was carried from the house with. He is pissed. After inspecting the interior of the Navigator, he returns to the kennel. He unbuttons His trousers and frees his cock hard from His need to urinate. standing over her he pisses all over the kennel. His hot piss is all over her; in her hair, on her breasts, and mingling with her food and water. she wants to scream at Him, but finds her courage leaving her now that He can easily make good his earlier threat to leave her on the side of the road. "I should leave your nasty, bloody ass right fucking here. Right here, on the frontage road. Would you like that nasty ass? Maybe some bikers will find you. Maybe some gangsters. Maybe someone you know. What would be worse? Someone you know or strangers, huh? Huh, bitch? What's the matter, bitch, cat got your mother fucking tongue now?" 'no.' "No. That all you got now? That piss shower cooled you off, huh? You not so fucking mouthy now. " He returns to the front of the Navigator.

The door opens. He gets in and starts the engine. She peeps out the window in the kennel trying to see what He is doing, but all she can see is sky. The other window is under her, and of no use. The Navigator pulls away. She has no idea where she is, but this motherfucker is driving off. He is going to leave her, on the frontage road. 'What the fuck, man? He can't fucking leave me out here. He wouldn't leave me here. How fucking crazy is this asshole?' her thoughts are racing all over the place. 'Who would find her? How long till someone found her? Would they help her? Or would they be worse than Him? Shit, what could be worse than this? Oh God, there could be worse than this. Much worse.' she hears a vehicle approaching. Slowing. Stopping.

"Help! Help! Please help me!" her kennel is being lifted again. There is no response to her cries. There is no warmth now either. She is in the bed of a truck. From the dirt and debris falling in on her not a very clean truck either. the breeze is so cold as the truck picks up speed. 'Why did i have to piss Him off? Now who has me? What will they do to me?' The trip in the truck is much shorter than the one in the Navigator had been. The truck stops suddenly and she is again pitched over in the kennel. her captor drags her kennel out of the truck and drops her unceremoniously on the ground. Choking on the dust rising around her, she tries to get an idea of where she is. The air is crisp and the scent of pine is strong here.

she is moving again, but not the smooth movements of being carried. The kennel is being drug, and the dust and other ground covering is filling the kennel. she covers her mouth with her clean mitted hand. her eyes are filled with dust but she can not wipe them unless she uses the bloody mitt. she clenches them tight. she can't see anything through all the dust anyway. The kennel stops and before she adjusts the door is opening. Gloved hands reach in and attach a leash to her collar. The leash is taut dragging her from the cage. She struggles but the collar she thought she was wearing; the nice furlined collar she trained in, was not this collar. This collar has prongs and they are digging into her throat. She gasps for air. Her eyes water.

She is drug out of the cage and on the ground. Naked, her legs go out from under her as they are cramped from the position and the ride. Prone on the ground, her legs are kicked apart. ‘Oh no, there are at least two of them. Fuck me. No, wait, don’t fuck me.’A spreader bar is fitted between her ankles, and another is attached to her thighs. Cuffs are placed roughly around her ankles and wrists. She is snatched off the ground. She tries to struggle, but she is suspended and immobile. her legs are raised, high above her body. As soon as her legs are locked in posistion... CRACK. Her ass is on fire instantly. It seems the paddling will never stop, but it does stop. It stops and she feels something at her tender entrance. The fucking machine pounds into her instantly. It must be set on high cause it’s pounding her like nothing she has ever felt. As much as she wants to hate this her body is betraying her. Her pussy grips the dildo pounding away inside her like a lover.

Apparently it was not set to high because it becomes harder. And faster. ‘I’m cumming. What kind of freak am I? Cumming off this shit? What the fuck man, what the fuck?’ Faster and faster the machine fucks her. Her juices and her blood pooling on the ground beneath her. Hot urine is shooting all over her; from every direction. Finally she is let down and finds herself in a pile of mud mixed with her cum, blood, and the urine she was showered in. She is released and tries to get up, but the boots are on her immediately forcing her back into the mud. They are coming at her from all sides, and then she feels the water. She is being hosed down. Hosed down like a fucking animal. Hosed down and forced to stay in a puddle of mud. She bites at her mitts trying to remove them . They are covered in mud and she can not get them off. Her mouth is full of mud now. On her hands and knees she tries to crawl out of the puddle. "It’s about time." Clapping. More than two hands. More than four. many hands clapping. "Finally you fucking get it. You are MY bitch, not the other way around... About fucking time."

His voice. He is here. Had He been here the whole time? Who else was here with Him? Who was helping Him? How many were there?' The collar tightens on her throat again. She is being led through the mud and down what feels like a trail. They stop, and He kneels down and wipes her face. "I want you to see where we are. I want you to see where I brought you. This was supposed to be a treat, but you had to go all fucking nuts in the car. Even though you don't deserve it I want you to enjoy your walk, because you may not get another one for quite some time. Make the most of this one."

Looking around her she sees they are on a hilltop. It is really breath-taking. She forgets she is covered in mud, blood, urine and pine needles. She forgets how she got here. In this moment she is at peace. He is here, she is safe, and this is the most beautiful moment she can remember. She is owned completely and certainly.