Free Spirit Dog Shock Collar Novels & Stories

' She should have been paying more attention as Clara stopped suddenly and Shamira bumped into her. "Clumsy little bitch," Clara admonished. "Here's a line you've heard before . . . assume the position." She watched as a confused former cop turned and put her hands up on the wall. "Spread 'em." Shamira complied. Clara took the leash and unsnapped it from that iron collar, folded the leash in half and lay a quick *smack* across those nicely displayed buttocks. "Now be more careful," Clara warned, re-affixing the leash to the collar.

Whatever it was starts to work immediately, and I feel the pain lift from my body as my vision blurs. Everything is so disjointed I think I might be sick. I need to shift. I need to get out of here and find my mate. Pulling on my power as both a witch and a wolf, I begin to push my energy into the collar around my neck. It fizzles and sparks, making the worker next to me jump in surprise as the metal starts to glow. “I think the collar is malfunctioning?” she yelps, her bright, white uniform glowing in the overhead fluorescent light.

’’ Roger was worried that wouldn't sell me for a good price. But he must be thinking of punishing me. However, seeing the situation I was in, he just thought of something else, ‘‘Can't leave a scar... And we absolutely can't let her die or run away...’’ ‘‘Use the dog's collar,’’ he said calmly as he nodded slowly. The dog's collar, which I'd heard other slaves talk about, would discharge once I struggled excessively. And while it wouldn't leave a scar, it was enough to torment me to the point of defencelessness. It was really made for me.

“Please, Alpha Drake, please not the whip. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He grabbed one of the spiked dog collars from the hook on the wall. Grinning like a demon, he twisted my hair behind my neck. I whimpered in agony as he snapped the collar around my neck. “That’s it, my disobedient bitch, stay on all fours like a good little dog.” He laughed and slapped me so hard on my bottom my teeth clacked together. He clicked a leash on the collar and dragged me to the couch. I had to crawl fast lest I ended up on my face.

“Watch closely, Alzna. This is what happens to those who cross me.” One of his guards handed him two remotes. “This collar,” he began, holding one of the remotes above, “is designed for rats like you. It electrocutes, burns, and beheads its victim and one of its amazing features is it will kill you instantly if it is tampered with. Let's start with electrocution,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. I gulped down hard as my heart thudded in my ribs, but I wasn't going to let him see I was scared.

The spiked leather dog collar strapped around his raw throat restricted his failing airway, actively choking him with every violent shiver. At exactly six o'clock, the heavy metal gate of the kennel yard violently swung open. The loud screech of rusted iron pierced his bleeding eardrums. The massive Rottweilers instantly erupted into a deafening frenzy, aggressively throwing their heavy bodies against the chain-link fences, completely maddened by the smell of his blood. The sharp, rhythmic clicking of designer winter boots approached his paralyzed form. Kiara stood exactly two feet away from his bleeding head. She was wrapped flawlessly in a massive, pure white fur coat. Her dark eyes looked

As I was about to get to my feet I was hit with something hard across the back, I landed on my stomach with a thud and Lowell jumped onto my back. He wrapped something around my neck with a click and I realized it was a collar of some sort. I was about to get to my feet when a painful jolt ran through my body, it was the collar. It was a shock collar. But with a lot more voltage than a usual one.

I cut him off because I’ve heard this sentence repeatedly in the last couple of days. “No, it’s not just the ones staring! Stop kidding yourself. That poor guy didn’t even have time to turn around before you acted like a rabid dog! And NO, it’s not sweet, cool, or anything like it at all. If you can’t stop, I need to get you a tight collar or a spray bottle... Maybe even call Cesar Milan.” Muttering the last part, knowing he had no idea who that was, and even then, a loud growl cut the air between us.

He pulled out a spiky collar from a place within his regalia. "Now for your punishment, you are to wear this collar around your neck until I am sure you will behave next time. This is a magical tool, and it will suppress your wolf spirit for the time being. Once you can prove that you have changed for the better, I will take it off and free you. If not, you will wear it for, well, forever. " He grinned maliciously and unlocked the latch behind the collar. "Guards, hold her down nicely for me," he ordered breezily, and I was immediately held to my knees, beefed arms pressing onto my shoulders. The memory of my mother being held down by those lycan warriors flashed through my mind.

One of them is holding something, a small black device I can't quite make out. "She's been trained well," one of them says, his voice devoid of emotion. "But the real test is coming." Derek grins, unclipping the leash but leaving the collar in place. "She's ready." The guy with the device steps forward, and I see what it is, a remote control. He presses a button, and the collar around my neck vibrates, sending a shock through my body. "That's better," he says, kneeling beside me. "Now you're going to learn what it really means to be owned."