The Breeder – Dark Dreams 
Pt 1

The sun was bright today, not a cloud in the sky. The warm humid air sapped the energy out of Cain as he ran. Finally, after his 4th lap, he took a break on a park bench to catch his breath and to cool off. He was sitting alone, not by design but because the park trails were mostly deserted at this time of day due to the heat. Only the most dedicated people would be about in this humidity. Cain was not too far from his car, and he considered calling it a day. He was missing his last mate badly and the old dreams were creeping back now mixed with horrifying new ones. 

He shuddered, remembering how close he had come to losing her. The way she bled from the complications of her pregnancy. How he got her to the hospital just in time, and somehow had got away, lost in the madness of the moment of doctors and nurses rushing to her aid. Then came the guilt of what he had done as he sat brooding in his living room for days, watching the tv for any news. Then finally relief as the news anchor broke the story of a young girl, who had been missing for over a year that suddenly turned up at a local hospital and had to have an emergency C-section but had come through the operation alright and had two healthy babies. Though his relief was short lived as the news anchor switched to a live police report describing the girl as the latest victim of a serial kidnapper known to the public simply as “The Breeder.”  

For the next several weeks he waited for his inevitable arrest to happen. While his nights were interrupted by dreams filled with her screams of pain, begging him not to abandon her, his hands covered in her blood. Though she kept crying out his name, in truth she had passed out just before they arrived at the hospital and he finally concluded, like the others before her, she kept her silence. Evident as after a month the police had not come bursting through his front door. And though the nightmares were becoming less day by day, he still could not shake the vision of her blood dripping from his hands every time he closed his eyes. Despite all this he was growing lonely again, his desire to take another mate was growing daily despite all that happened with the last one. 

Without even realizing it, he had slumped over and was staring at his hands, fingers splayed as he was lost in thought. It was only when he caught a glint of yellow between his fingers that he noticed the little yellow flowers of the clover plant.  “Katherin,” he sighed under his breath as he picked the plant, holding it up and smiling.  “Oh, do you like lemon grass too? I love its sour taste. Mom thinks I am silly for eating them.” Cain was startled. He had not even noticed the girl come jogging up. She was running in place as she spoke, huffing and sweating, but still smiling. Then Cain smiled back at her, “yeah I do, and I don’t think it is silly.” Then unabashed the girl stopped her jogging and flopped down on the bench next to the hybrid, unslinging her pack. “Mind if I share the seat with you, I think I over did it and need to cool off. My name is Dakota, by the way.” 

“Cain,” he answered back in a comforting tone as she looked through her pack. “Are your hands swelling from the heat? I saw you staring at them. My instructor said that was a sign of heat exhaustion. You need to take care of yourself. Oh damn, I forgot my water bottle. Guess I’m not one to talk hehe.” Her laugh made him shiver and he watched her pick her own clover and nibble on it and he quickly came to a decision. “I have an extra bottle of sports aid in my car, unopened, if you want it. My car is just over there and there is a bench under that tree. The shade could do us both some good.”  The wild boar girl only hesitated for a second, pushing a lock of her hair back over her ear and smiled. “That sounds great. You saved me from having to cut my routine short. Meet you at the bench?”  “Yeah, sounds good. And don’t thank me. I am glad to help out a fellow lemon grass lover.” He chuckled as he thought to himself, “well she isn’t completely naïve. She at least knows better than to get too close to a stranger’s car.”

They both got up and walked together down the short path, chatting like old friends, Cain resolve hardening further as he watched her, smiling as she chatted animatedly, her innocence showing through and arousing him. Then they parted briefly as Cain continued to his car and Dakota took a seat on the bench, sighing as a breeze ruffled her short fur and hair.   

Reaching his car, Cain opened the back door and quickly took out a thick blanket from a hidden storage. Leaving it on the seat he quickly retrieved the marked sports aid bottle, grinning as he did not expect to get to try this out so soon. Then to sell the ruse he grabbed his own bottle from the front consol and rejoined the girl. “Here” he said as he tossed her the bottle before setting down on the bench, “it may be a little warm. Sorry I like them that way.” He opened his bottle and took a drink, smiling to himself as he heard the crack of the seal on the doctored bottle. “Thanks again. It’s better than getting muscle cramps.” She drank the juice, a little bit running down her snout as she gulped. Cain laughed, “Hey now don’t drown yourself, I’m not going to take the bottle back, I promise.”  Dakota sighed contentedly having drank down half the bottle in one go. “Nah, I always take a big gulp on the first drink to satisfy my thirst. Mom scolds me about it too, says one day I am going to choke. But it leaves more time for running.” She stretches her limbs, and her thin tail easily sticks out between the slots in the bench. “But coach says to always rest at least 5 minutes between sets, so I am not ready to go yet.”

“Smart man. So, what are you in training for,” Cain asked? Doing a marathon or something?”  “No, nothing like that. I just want to be stronger.” The girl had a melancholy look as she stared off into space. Like the flicker of some old memory that haunted her, but she soon shook it off. “Well, that should be long enough. Got to complete my run, just 5 more laps to go.” She stood up and stretched, getting ready to run then looked at Cain. “Do you want to join me?” 

“Five more laps? Have mercy on this old fur,” he laughed but still got up and joined her. They took off around the park, Cain letting Dakota set the pace and watching her for any signs of the drugs taking affect. Doing the math in his head, with the pace he was letting her set, he figured that she would start feeling the effects halfway through the 3rd lap. But that would not do, so challenging the girl to a race he sprinted ahead of her, counting on her competitive nature to take him on. Like clockwork, she fell right in beside him, grinning as if to say she wasn’t going to let some old guy out do her, then started to leave him behind. With all going as plan, Cain kept up with her and noticed as they reached the halfway mark back to his car, the girl was starting too slow, so you backed off letting her stay ahead, and quite happy to do so. He may be in shape, but he was no runner like her. 

By the time they reached the bench they first met at, he could tell Dakota was feeling the full effects of the sedatives and she slowed down to a walk, breathing hard and becoming uncoordinated, but still trying to continue. “Hey what’s wrong, you okay,” he said playing up his part, putting a reassuring hand on her back as she leaned over, hands on her shaking knees.  Panting more than she should have been, Dakota’s mind was racing. Something wasn’t right and the concern in Cain’s voice only fed into her growing panic. Her vision was getting blurry, and her body felt heavy. and she couldn’t think straight.  “P-pack… my pack… need to call momma. Call ma ma”

She stumbled forward, as she fumbled with her pack, unable to open it. “Here let me.” Cain took the pack from her and pretended to look through it then made up a lie. “It’s not here. Maybe you forgot it like your water bottle. Here, come on. Let me help you, my phone is in my car. This way.”  Ready to pass out she nodded and allowed Cain to help her walk to his car. By the time they reached it, he was all but carrying her there. Opening the back door, he got her to get in, her head swirling but still clear enough to know this was not right. “C-call mamma, call ma..ma…” she kept repeating, but the act of laying out across the back seat seem to seal her fate as her eyes fluttered and she lost consciousness.

Looking about, Cain looked to see if they were still truly alone in the park. Luckly out of habit, he had parked at the far end of the park with the least visibility and far from any building that could possibly have cameras.  Taking Dakota’s pack, he quickly found her phone, snapped the case opened, pulled out the battery and the sim card, wiped them down and tossed them into a nearby trash ben before placing the rest of the phone into a lead line box just to be safe. He then looked through the rest of the girl’s things for any other electronics that could be traced and, finding none, he tossed the pack onto the floorboard of the car to be disposed of properly later. He then covered the girl with the blanket and headed for home taking one of the many practiced alternate routes.

Sometime later, Dakota slowly stirred. Still dazed and confused she slowly lifted her head. “What,” she croaked. Her mouth was dry as dirt, even her tongue was sticking to the roof of her mouth having to peel it away to even speak. Her vision was still blurry but was coming back into focus as her ears twitched to the sound of someone coming in through a door. Still unaware of what was going on she sat up the best she could and begged, “W-water.”  She then felt a cup pressed to her lips. Cool refreshing water soaked her parched mouth, it felt wonderful as she gulped it down, her hands grasping the bottom of the cup. “Here now, I am not going to take it away from you, honey. Slow down before you choke,” a voice said in an amused tone.  Her mind was still in a fog, but the words got her attention, shaking her head to clear it, she looked up and saw, “Cain?  W-what happ—Ahh! 

She became unbalanced and started to fall over so Cain, snatching back the cup to keep it from spilling and reached out with his other hand to steady her. “Careful now. You’re still wobbly from the drugs” he said but that was only partially right. She had mostly lost balance when she tried to steady herself to get up, but couldn’t move her hands properly, which startled her. She then stared at the reason why, realizing for the first time that her wrists were bound together in leather cuffs linked together by a single thick ring of metal between them and connected to a chain. Realization dawned on her as she processed what he had said. Her eyes went wide, shock etched across her face. Then replaced, briefly, with fear and finally settling on intense anger.  

“YOU BASTARD!” Balling up her fist she tried to attack him, the cuffs holding as the chain rattled before snapping tight as Cain took a practiced step back out of her reach only to be surprised by her sudden kick that connected. “OOF,” Cain grunted as Dakota’s foot connected with his side. If she had been a bit higher, she would have hit his ribs, yet he knew, as he stumbled back, he would still have one hell of a bruise there later. Holding his side as the wild boar still thrashed around the bed, legs still swinging trying to hit him and straining her arms and wrist on the chain, trying her damnedest to yank them out of the wall or whatever they were attached to until she fell from the effort screaming. Now sitting on the floor, her body stretch at an odd angle because of the height of the mattress, she looked up at him in seething anger.

Holding his side Cain glared back at her, his own temper boiling just under the surface. “So,” he said coldly, “are you done. Ready to be the good girl I just know you could be?”   “Piss off,” Dakota snapped back. “Let me out of these cuffs and I will show you a world of fucking hurt, you bastard.”  “A wild one aren’t you. That coach you spoke of. He wasn’t just training you to run, was he. He was teaching you how to fight, am I right?”  Dakota just continued to glare at the hybrid. “You’re brave, I will give you that, but I think I got just the right toy to put you in your place. Make you be a good girl. Stay right there,” he said with a mocking sneer. 

Only when Cain had shut the door did Dakota finally allow her emotions to show as she started to cry as she wriggled around until she could get her feet under her to get up and craw back up on to the bed.  She sobbed into the pillow for several minutes before finally regaining control.  Wiping her eyes, she looked around the room. There was nothing of note in the room other than the bed, a TV mounted out of reach up on the wall, an intercom by the door that Cain had gone out of and what looked like a bathroom with no door.  Then with a shock she realized there were no windows. Only a return air vent that was also high up on the wall out of reach and where the window should have been, a set of eyehooks.  Trying to not think about what they were used for; Dakota turned her attention to her restraints. 

Following the chain the cuffs were attached to, she looked between the mattress and the headboard and found a heavy-duty eye bolt sticking out of the floor. With a heavy heart she knew right away that she had a better chance at snapping the chain itself than ever pulling that out. Turning to the leather cuffs, she sighed, though they were soft she could not slip out of them no matter how hard she tried. And with her hands linked so close together there was no chance of undoing the straps that buckled them in place.  She was sniffing, on the verge of tears once more from despair when she had a brain wave. Something her trainer had told her. “Fight dirty if you must when it comes to protecting yourself. If you can’t use your hands to beat them, use your feet, if you can’t use your feet, use your tusk. Whatever it takes.” 

“Whatever it takes,” she repeated to herself. The leather was way too thick to chew through before that guy would come back. And for anyone else the straps would have been at too odd an angle to grip with their teeth, but with her tusk she might have an advantage. Quickly rooting around with her tusk she was able to reach under the strap and was able to manipulate it slowly until she was able to finally unbuckle one wrist. Wasting no time undoing the other with her free hand, she was quickly freed of the restraints. She rubbed her sore wrist for a moment before getting up and trying the door.  Unfortunately for her, Cain had locked it.  She then tried the bed to see if she could tear something off of it for a weapon, but it was too solid. That only left the bathroom. Walking into the opening where a door should have been, Dakota saw a sparse bathroom that was more like a walk-in shower with a one-piece toilet/sink combo in the corner. But the most ominous feature of the room was the heavy steal eye hook high up on the wall under the shower head. The sight of that made her shiver, again trying not to imagine what it was used for. 

“Okay Dakota, time to put your training to the test,” the wild boar said aloud to psych herself up as she took a fighting stance in the middle of the room. “No blue-eyed monster is going to get the better of me. And to think I was even starting to like him,” she huffed.  She then stood there, tight as a bowstring ready to attack Cain the moment he was in the room. Watching the door, the minutes ticked by slowly. Had she waited 2 minutes or was it 5, maybe 10. “Damn bastard, what’s taking him so long?”  

Cain was grumbling and growling, his side still smarting from where the girl had kicked him, as he looked through some storage containers. “Of all the fucking times to forget where I put it. Where the hell is that fucking shock collar.” He thought back to which girl he last used it on, his cock twitching at the memory of the young Dalmatian girl and how by the end she would beg him to shock her as he fucked her. “Oh, how her pussy tightened around my cock with each jolt.” The pleasant thought making him smile, only for it to fade again. He missed her too. Yet another girl that came into his life and just like the others, he had to let her go. He simply could not keep the girls once they became pregnant. The risk of being discovered was too great, not to mention the risk to mother and child as he had learned the hard way when he attempted to keep the last girl. His desire to permanently end his loneliness with a home birth being shattered by her wails of pain and fear and blood. 

His sadness quickly boiling over to anger, Cain lashed out, punching the wall, putting a fist size hole through the sheetrock, and instantly regretting his outburst. He sighed and went back to searching for the collar, finding it minutes later. Walking back to the hidden safe room he converted to a living space for the girls, Cain, as was his habit by now, stopped at the door and turned on the video screen that allowed him to see the room from the hidden camera in the intercom system. To his surprise, he saw Dakota no longer cuffed to the bed and was standing there ready to pounce on him as soon as he entered. He smiled thinking “clever girl,” but could tell she obviously didn’t know which way the door opened. 

Dakota was close to crying again, angerly wiping the tears away, as the wait was slowly eating away at her nerves, but then her back stiffened as she heard the door handle rattle. She threw her hands back into a defensive posture. Then the door swung outward.  Her arms faltered, almost falling to her side as her jaw dropped, seeing Cain’s smirk as he tossed something into the room and slammed the door back shut without ever stepping in. She screamed in frustration, cursing him, calling him a coward for not entering the room and becoming overwhelmed by her emotions, slumping to her knees as she buried her face in her hands to cry once more. But Cains voice from the intercom made her look up. “That was a clever bit of work getting out of your cuffs. You will tell me how you did that, Dakota my love. But first things first. Be a good girl and put on that collar and I’ll think about not punishing you.” 
Dakota quickly stood back up; her eyes red from crying, but still defiant. “Fuck you Cain. Come in here and do it yourself. No way I am going to put that thing on.” “I knew I liked you the moment we met, such a strong-willed girl. But I am losing my patience. So, put on that collar now or else,” he threatened. Cain watched as Dakota picked up the collar and threw it as hard as she could back at the door screaming.  

“Alright, I think it’s time for you to have a time out, young lady.” With that he turned off all the lights in the room from the outside master controls. His thought was to leave her in the pitch black of the room for several minutes, maybe an hour, so her eyes are adjusted to the dark. Then he would turn them back on just to rush in while she was temporarily blinded and force her back into her restraints.  What he had not expected was the sudden crash against the solid door that was so violent it made the door shake, only to be followed by violent banging, screaming and scratching.

Dakota maybe trapped in this room, but to herself thought that there was no way she was about to cooperate with anything the guy wanted her to do. He would have to take her by force this time and she would be ready and hoped to escape.  There was no way she was going to willingly put on some strange collar, she thought as she flung the thing at the door. Then the lights went out and time seemed to slow down as her mind reeled in silent panic, her head whipping around, looking for some light, any source of light. But, because there were no windows, it was completely pitch black in the small room. Her heart began to race so rapidly it caused her chest to hurt. She felt cold, she was already sweating and felt as if she was being swallowed up by her fears.  “Out, need to get out,” was her only thought as she ran blindly at the door, her body moving on its own in her panic, and slammed into it. But she did not feel it. She just knew she had to get out, had to get back to the light and started hammering her fist, kicking with her feet, even clawing at the door, ignoring any pain. 

“TURN ON THE LIGHT TURN ON THE LIGHT TURN ON THE LIGHT PLEASE TURN THEM ON PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASSSSSEE!!” She had no idea that she was even screaming, her voice rasping as her mouth became dry until she could barely squeal. Her head then began to hurt, her beating on the door slowing as she became dizzy. She then stumbled back, one hand clutching at her chest then the other over her muzzle on the verge of throwing up as she struggled to breathe, finally slumping down blacking out, her head hitting the floor.  Cain had watched all of this from the night vision video feed. Still slightly shocked at her violent reaction, then sure she was hamming it up in hopes that he would open the door letting his guard down, then as she fell to the floor not moving as a puddle formed under her, he was finally convinced this was no act. The girl has a severe case of Nyctophobia.