Embezzlement and Labradoodles

"Apparently they originally started to breed them for blind people," said Delores, panting slightly and resting on a spade that had, until very recently, been in her hands covering up a little accident perpetrated by one of her dogs. "Yes, you see, they thought they would create a sort of super-dog. It’s amazing really- what's possible I mean. But I think they do it in a laboratory with genetics and what have you not like men in white coats standing over rutting dogs. No, not that way."

She frowned slightly and glanced down at her own dogs lying by her feet, the spade started to give way to her weight sliding sharply into the ground beneath. "No. Another way. With Petri dishes I would expect. To help the blind. So they mixed the genes of the normal Labrador, which is intelligent and a fast learner and good at crossing roads with a Poodle who is pretty and curly and whose hair doesn't moult."

"Wusmummiesbabbieeees?" she cooed to the dogs.

"Hoosagudlidoggy?"

The dogs didn’t react, preferring instead to divide their attention equally between the horizon and the scene unfolding in front of them. It seemed bad enough that they looked like a Labrador with an afro but to add insult to injury Delores had tied many miniature pink bows in their coats. They appeared to be trying to remain aloof.

“They call them Labradoodles.” She glanced over her shoulder and yawned slightly.

"I don't think she likes me you know. But then again conversations have never been my strong point. Have they buzzywuzzypuppy?"

Dolores looked up from the dogs and towards the tree in front of her. It had metal hoops protruding from it, but the tree had healed itself, growing around the parts where the hoop had been hammered in. Attached to the hoops were very short chains which were in turn attached to leather bondage restraints. One at the waist, one for each wrist positioned just so as to keep the wrists at waist level as well as being out from the body to prevent tampering with any of the other restraints. The foot restraints were a little more elaborate, having a metal bar ensuring that the feet were always splayed apart.

Not that any of this was particularly noteworthy, what was of note was the naked man fixed to the tree by these fetters. It was like naturism meets bondage, the icing on the cake being the leather on the ball-gag in the man's mouth that someone had carefully painted tiny flowers on.

As Delores lumbered towards the man, the flab which hung around her like an unwashed duvet undulated. She looked for a second, staring straight through him.

"Hello Lionel," she said finally.

Lionel, whose head had up until this point been lolled forward and resting on his chest, wearily raised his gaze to meet Delores.

"Oooaaaa," he said, and showing a remarkable lack of interest in consonants continued, "eeeeuuuuoooaaa aaaa."

Spit had begun to drip from the sides of the ball-gag and Delores seemed slightly alarmed by this.

"My poor dear," she said, moving closer to him. "Here, let me."
And with that she unbuckled the ball gag, carefully placing it on the ground.

"You whore! You can't do this you know, you need me."

"Is it cold out here or is it just you," asked Delores gesturing to his naked midriff and averting her eyes in mock embarrassment. For a second he rallied against his restraints, however after a brief but futile struggle he rested his head back on his chest.

"I'm implying you have a small cock."

"I realised that. I don't think there's a great deal of point in getting involved in a conversation like that at this stage in the proceedings so can we move on from this tack?"

Delores shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat. Which doggy do you like best?"

"I'm sorry? You have me tied to a tree and you are asking me which dog I like best?"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Delores scooped one of the bow-covered hounds from her feet. "But sorry doesn't get Mummy what she wants does it my lickle pixie?" She rubbed her nose against the dog's letting it lick away at her rouged countenance. "Yesyesyes!"

"How many times do I have to tell you? How many different ways can I relate the same story?"

Delores wandered over to a small bush in the vicinity and tied the dog’s leads to a convenient branch. Turning back to face Lionel, she sighed slightly and raised the small clasp-closing handbag that had been choking her flabby forearm.

She carefully peeled it down the length of her arm and with fingers that would make apples look like cherries snapped open the clasp. She fished around inside for a moment before pulling out a silver cylinder. She looked at it for a second before carefully taking hold of both ends and extending it to its full length. Placing it in her mouth she fished in her bag once more, this time removing a packet of cigarettes and, plucking one out, placed it in the end of the silver cigarette holder.

"Do you have a light? Oh no, of course, how silly of me - no pockets in those trousers."

Once more she rummaged, this time taking out a lighter and flicking it into life briefing before exhaling a noxious cloud of smoke into Lionel's face.

"Like that?" she said, leaning closer and closer to him.

Lionel continued to rest his chin on his chest, avoiding Delores gaze. He began to try to move slightly, to draw himself away from her.

Delores moved closer so that her nose was touching Lionel's left cheek.

"Like that?" she repeated, sluggishly raising a thick black eyebrow before sticking out a big yellow tongue and dragging it up his face.

Lionel froze as the slug, as corpulent as its owner slithered up his face. He tried to escape but his head was already craned as far away from her as his bindings allowed. He could smell her smoky breath along with the rotten overtone of whatever had been her last meal and felt a shiver run down his spine. As she moved away the breeze caught the saliva left behind on his cheek. It felt cold and dirty.

Delores sighed loudly. "Bored now. God, you men are no fun whatsoever are you?"

Lionel just looked at her.

"Honestly, what do you think you are going to achieve by killing me? I mean, I don't have it but I certainly won't be able to get it for you dead now will I?"

"Cigarette?"

"Oh, um, yeah go on then," said Lionel. The whole issue of being tied to a tree naked had kept his normally fierce craving at bay temporarily but this tiny act of kindness seemed too good to be true.

Delores dragged on her cigarette and reached into her bag for the packet, before letting them drop from her grip at his feet.

"Oops, silly me."

Lionel watched as she knelt down first on one knee, then on both. As if in slow motion he stared silently as she plucked her own cigarette still lit out of her silver holder. Her gaze rose for a second and she looked up at Lionel, his head resting on his chest, sweat suddenly forming on his brow.

"Do you know," she said, grinning. "What a Price Albert is?"

Half an hour later Delores stood hissing obscenities into Lionel's battered ear. It was clear she had been torturing him, his sobbing and the small round burn marks over the lower half of his body gave the game away.

"Hello boys," Delores said, lumbering over to the dogs. "Lionel here wasn't much help and so he got into a little trouble. But, small mercies, he chose a doggy. Didn't he mushywussys?"

Delores patted the chosen canine lightly on the head as Lionel continued sobbing in the background.

"Lionel?"

He raised his head up to see his adversary.

"It’s time."

Delores reached out and grabbed the spade. She adjusted her posture slightly, looked Lionel straight in the eyes and swung.