Free Spirit Dog Shock Collar Novels & Stories

Now he was getting ready to eat it. His men attached dog collars to our necks that were normally used for training the animals they were put on. They gave us both a little zap to show us how they worked. Our bodies jolted, and I felt sorry for every dog that was ever trained with one. They could turn the voltage higher, if we caused any trouble for them. I had already lost count of how many times I have been zapped. I cringe every time the electricity engages, I have learned the sound well by now.

I murmur, pulling the door open. She shrinks further into the corner, her ears flattening as she growls again. Her head moves to the side when I move, and I notice a chunky black collar around her neck. The metallic box strapped to it is unmistakable, and I can’t stop the snarl that bursts from me. “They put a fucking shock collar on my mate!” The wolves behind me growl as well, setting off a tense air in the room. Aurora’s wolf yelps and cowers back again, practically shrinking in fear. The acrid scent of distress fills the air, mixing with the blood and filth that already fills my senses.

Something had occurred to him, and he was so shaken that he couldn't speak a word. When he took this photo, Brian's dog was indeed wearing a collar. The collar was designed by Brian for his beloved dog and it was not for commercial use. It was later lost and the design drawing was stolen by Billy and he in turn made the collar a hot item in the pet luxury industry.…

If I wanted to, I could shove that thing right into his skull. ‘What is that thing?’ Miles referred to the collar. “I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.” I told him. “Just keep calm. Don’t wolf out on me now.” Miles huffed, but stayed quiet. They opened the cage, and I crawled out slowly. A guard who was brave enough fastened the collar around my neck. His hands shook slightly. I felt wires underneath the leather band and I could only guess what its purpose was. “What is this, Rossi? Don’t insult me by treating me like a dog.” I pulled myself up, making a show of my supposed weakness, stumbling into the guard. He shoved me back with disgust on his face. “Get off me, you freak!”

He pulled a black bag from the glove compartment when he finally climbed in after fumbling with his keys. "Here," I look up from mom's eyelashes to see a pair of dog collars in his hand. Like, literal dog collars, black with silver spikes. I sneer away from him. "Alpha has instructed you both to wear one, they have a line of silver on the inside to ensure you don't shift and so you can't communicate with your wolf." He mumbled with sorrowful eyes as he pushed them toward us again.

Fay couldn't get the words out, she knew she needed to ask for a dog lead and collar that was the easy part, trying it on would be harder, but asking for a name tag would be unbearable. "I need a dog collar" "Sure we have loads of those, what sort you looking for?" "I'm not sure maybe you can show me what you have" "OK we have two types, leather studded, or choke chain, which would you prefer?" Fay could feel her heart pounding, the imagery involved was starting to nag at her, the familiar heat building once more. God I cant cope with many more orgasms today, how long will this torture last? "A leather studded one please"

They didn’t use my name when they put the collar on. “Iron for the trouble ones,” the handler muttered, bored, as if he were choosing a leash for a dog. His fingers dug into my jaw, forcing my head up. The ring of metal was cold for a heartbeat. Then he snapped it shut, and it bit. Iron bit my throat the way their lies always had. My breath caught. The edges of the collar scraped raw skin that was already scarred from cheaper metal. I didn’t flinch. Omegas who flinched got spiked collars, shock collars, muzzles. I’d learned that lesson the first month in the servants’ wing.

"The report says we have a kineticist in this group." The girl didn't answer. She spat at the General’s boots. Nyosi didn't get angry. She simply wiped the mud and saliva away with a silk handkerchief. "Spirit. I like spirit. It makes the conditioning hold better." She snapped her fingers. A soldier stepped forward, carrying a briefcase. Inside were six silver metal collars. They were thick, segmented, and pulsed with a slow, rhythmic red light that looked like a heartbeat. "What is that?" the scaly boy whispered, his voice cracking with terror. "Is that a tracking tag? Are you going to put us in a zoo?"

“The collar will signify to others that you belong to Prince Owen as his pet. If you don’t wear it, you could be put to death, but wearing it might grant you the freedom to move around the palace grounds.” I swallow my pride, reminding myself to be patient. Accepting the collar now doesn’t mean giving up on my freedom forever. I take the collar, wrap it around my neck, and secure the clasp under my matted hair. “I’ll show you around the room.” Margaret leads me to an opening I didn’t even notice in the wall. “Remember to remain obedient at all times,” Margaret says as we approach the doorless threshold. “The collar is equipped with an electric shock punishment and a device to track your loca

"Why can you not just admit that you were not brave or bold enough to tame the rogue beast? Even with the shock collar I provided, you failed. And now you want to blame me for your failure." Sage stepped closer to me, and I saw the black aura flickering at her fingertips. "How did you expect me to be brave when the shock collar was not even working? I pressed that remote a dozen times. Nothing happened. The collar glowed blue and did absolutely nothing. I was wolfless. I had no powers, no defenses, no way to fight back. That beast was going to tear me apart, and you had sent me there to die." I stared at her. The shock collar had not been working? That was impossible. I had tested it myself.