Audrey pt 2
Slavery and sex with an underage character (not quite cub) below. Proceed with caution. Yes, I know it's been literally years since part 1. Sorry!
During the two days leading up to Audrey's scheduled mating, she walked a tightrope between heaven and hell.
After introducing her to the glass penis, and assuring her that he did not plan to allow her orgasm even when she coupled with the buck, her master deemed her ready for when the buck would arrive. He locked her into a belted device that cradled her sensitive parts in a metal mesh, allowing waste to pass but keeping her bits locked away from any probing fingers. Especially her own. Then he sent her back to her regular duties, and assured her he would call for her when the rabbit buck arrived.
She tried, of course. Less than an hour after she reported back to the head maid, she excused herself to the restroom. She wouldn't bring herself to orgasm, she reasoned. Just a few touches to her heated, swollen skin would help the itch crawling in her belly. She attempted to slip a finger between the belt and her skin, but there was no room. Even when she pressed as hard on her stomach as she could - and that was a pleasure all its own, a brutal but unfulfilling sensation, like there was a phantom penis grinding into just one spot inside her - she couldn't even get the tip of her finger under the belt. She tried rubbing at the outside of the mesh in desperation, but there was no real sensation to be had there. Her eyes welled with tears, and she took a moment to collect herself and wash her face (and her hand) before returning to work. At least it would all be over in just a few days; the buck was on his way now, her master had said. After that, surely, her body would be her own again, surely. And in the meantime, it seemed there would be no teasing with toys or torturous chairs that placed all her weight on her clit.
It wasn't long, though, before her body began to yearn for the teasing and the torture. As terrible as it had been to be constantly stimulated with no intention of release, she soon found that the lack of any touch at all was much worse. While making beds, she was forced to work with a buck, her half-brother in fact. His scent chased her and filled her nostrils, until it was all she could think about. With no other stimulation, and the mesh leaving her lower lips open to the air, she was painfully aware of how they became swollen and puffy. The buck passed by her, close on one side, to retrieve a piece of linen, and his breath danced over her ear. An overwhelming tingle washed from her ear down through her entire body, and she couldn't stop herself from leaning forward over the bed, her legs spread wide, as her desperate hole twitched and a trickle of fluid ran down the inside of her thigh. The buck, her half-brother, stopped and stared for a moment, and then hurried out of the room quickly without saying anything. The hot flash of shame and embarrassment did nothing to quell the need in her body, and Audrey remained in position for several minutes, her hips twitching helplessly against the cold air as her body clenched in anticipation.
Finally, she was able to bring herself back under control and hurried to the bathroom to wipe the fluid off her thighs. She finished the remainder of the beds on her own, and avoided her half-brother at dinner that night, but from that point forward, she was lost. It was like an alternating series of tortures. Once her hole stopped clenching, she became very aware of her clit. It was swollen and hard, throbbing with her heartbeat. She would instinctively try to squeeze her thighs together to provide it with some stimulation, but the belt kept her thighs apart - not enough to interfere with her gait, but enough that she couldn't find any relief that way. By the time she went to bed, it was her hole again, twitching and fluttering with every brush of air, and she was leaking wetness almost constantly. The tickle of the fluid running through her fur made things even worse, lightly teasing the very edges of her swollen lips.
She slept fitfully that night, surging through fevered dreams of fingers and other organs touching her everywhere except where she needed, so desperately, to be touched. She woke in the early morning to the sound of someone moaning, and realized with a flash of shame that it was herself that was moaning, and that she had been thrusting her hips desperately against her mattress in her sleep. Her mind wandered over the dream she had been having - a huge buck, holding her down, preparing and preparing to take her but never actually doing it - and her hole clenched hard. She felt it all the way through the core of her body, followed by a warm fluttering and a rush of liquid. She wondered distantly if that had been some sort of orgasm, but she didn't feel satisfied at all; the itch still crawled through her insides.
Audrey was barely able to drag herself to breakfast the next morning. She was exhausted, and she knew she reeked of arousal - there was no way to clean properly under the mesh, and her fluids had been dripping all night. The heads of several bucks turned in her direction when she walked into the room. She grabbed a few slices of bread and hurried for the door, thinking of eating in the privacy of her room - and she almost ran directly into her master. He was standing in the doorway, hunched over a bit, as the servant's quarters were made small to accommodate the rabbits that inhabited them. He took a long sniff of the air, and then grinned at her.
"Lord Fairbank has arrived with his buck. I believe we should prepare for the mating immediately."
Audrey couldn't find the words to answer with, so she just nodded quickly and followed her master from the room. Her head was spinning with relief. Her torture would finally be over. Certainly, her master had said she wasn't meant to orgasm during the mating, but how could he stop her from doing so? She was quite sure she wouldn't even be able to stop herself. A shiver passed down her body. This would be her first time mating; most of the bucks in the manor were related to her, after all, so it wasn't as if she'd been about to lay with any of them.
She wasn't especially surprised to realize that her master was leading her back into the cellar, into the room where he had held her tied up just a couple of days earlier to prepare her. The torturous barrel-seat had been moved to the side, and now in the center of the room was a simple table and some ropes. The table was low, like the ones in the servants' dining quarters that they had just left. Standing on the other side of the table was another wolf, like her master - Lord Fairbank, she assumed - but her eyes swept right past him to the buck standing beside him.
The rabbit buck was already fully naked. He was large, and he looked strong, like he worked in the stables perhaps, but his muscles were covered with a layer of gentling fat. She noticed he had a device around his nethers somewhat like her own, a sort of cage that restrained his penis. As he sniffed her scent on the air, his member twitched and bobbed inside the cage, and he stared at her with a desperate intensity that made her stomach hot.
Her master guided her towards the table, and she followed. Once she understood the intention - as her master pressed her down onto the table - she felt a flash of nervousness, but she didn't hesitate; she was willing to do whatever would speed the entry of the buck into her body. Her master laid her on her stomach on the table, with her legs dangling off, not quite reaching the ground. Her arms were tied in front of her, and her legs tied splayed apart, one to each table leg; her master was also kind enough to slide a pillow under her chin to make her more comfortable, and another under her hips where the hard edge of the table dug into her skin. Lord Fairbank was removing the device from around the hips of the buck - her buck. His penis began to harden as soon as it was free, and she could see now that the balls hanging below it looked unusually heavy and full. A fluid leaked from the tip of his penis, and her hole clenched and answered in kind.
Rough fingers grasped her hips, and she couldn't keep herself from moaning. Of course, it was her master, finally removing the belt from around her waist. Her hips rocked of their own accord as she came free from the torturous device. Then Lord Fairbank led the buck around behind her, and as she lost sight of him, her stomach clenched in nerves and anticipation. The seconds ticked by as the two wolves shuffled and murmured behind her, and then there was a warm brush of fur against the back of her thighs that made her jump, and then made her hips rock. She moaned again, and as if spurred on, suddenly, the buck was on her.
He grabbed her hips roughly and slammed himself against her - he missed, the first time, his penis slipping up and into the crease of her behind. He remained there for a moment, groaning as if he were dying, and she could feel his member throbbing urgently against her skin and felt a warm trickle. She began to panic - surely he wasn't finishing there? - and then a hand interceded, one of the wolves pulling him off and guiding him in. His penis broached her body with a heat and pressure that surpassed what she had been imagining. The pleasure of having something inside of her was overwhelming, and for a moment she only saw stars, bursting in her eyes as he pressed against her desperate nerves.
His penis was twitching and spurting erratically inside of her, and she realized with a shock of dismay that he had, in fact, began to climax already, before he had even entered her. His hips twitched and stuttered against her erratically, jolting his member inside of her, a sharp rhythm against her insides - but not against the place she knew she needed the pressure. He was standing behind her, his penis pressing up, and he wasn't even all the way into her; the throbbing in her core was deeper in and to the front. She arched her back and moaned desperately, trying to get the angle right, but it was no use. He would need to angle downwards to hit that spot inside of her, and it was becoming very swiftly clear that he had no interest in doing so. From the noises he was making, in fact, she wasn't even sure that he was really conscious any more.
He tried to withdraw - Audrey whined in desperation - and one of the wolves grabbed hold of his hips and held him in place. His penis was still twitching and gushing inside of her, less so now, but she was so close, even if he hadn't hit that spot she so desperately wanted him to pound. She knew her time was running short, and she began to writhe and hump back against him urgently, letting loose quiet grunts of effort as she fought the bonds around her legs. Her body wanted to wrap them around him and draw him in, angle him so his hard, throbbing member would rub and press against that spot deep inside of her.
But his penis was starting to soften, to shrink. She cried out and shoved back harder against him, and dug deep inside herself for the words - "no, no, no!" but the wolves were allowing him to pull away now, and he slipped out of her, leaving her hole clenching on the empty air and dribbling his fluids. Almost immediately, something slipped into her hole again - cold, hard glass, just a round ball this time with a flat piece on the outside to keep it from being lost inside her. Her master quickly fixed the belt over it to keep it in place. It held the buck's fluids in her, providing just enough stimulation that for a moment she thought her vigorous squeezing would bring her over the edge, but the possibility of orgasm slowly receded as Lord Fairbank led the buck out of the room. Audrey hid her face in the pillow and sobbed, allowing her body to finally go limp.
Her master ran one large hand down her spine, making her shudder and her hips twitch again. "Alright, there. You're alright. Remember, as soon as I no longer need you for the breeding program, you'll be allowed to come again. Now, I think it would be best if you remained here for a few hours while biology does its work." Audrey just whined weakly until she heard the click of the door as her master, too, left the room.