Revenge Tastes So Sweet
Her frantic laughter echoed in the room. Being broken finally took its toll on her and she was now just as what her master wanted her to be. It seemed funny to her for some reason. Elaina laughed as she stared at the ceiling of her master's room while riding on his large member. She taught back to when she first arrived in his clutches, back when she was just an innocent girl. * * *
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- * * Elaina was just a normal girl of 18; just graduated from high school and looking for a part time job while she attended college. She was 5'8", a wolf/dog mix with a lovely cream shade for fur, shapely hips, and C-cupped breasts. She was walking home, feeling as if she was at the top of the world. The young wolf flipped open her cell phone and dialed her mother's cell phone. "... Mom! Guess what?! ..... They accepted me! I just got out of my interview with Brimski University and they accepted me! Isn't that great? I even qualified for a scholarship!" She beamed as her mother's words of praise filled her ears. She was indeed excited. It was now Fall and by Spring she would be starting her freshmen year in college. Things felt like they were too good to be true.... she could never be more right. Just as her day was getting more and more spectacular by the moment, something just had to fuck things up for her. * * *
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- * * He was watching her from afar for the past 3 months. Everything about her turned him on so much. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way her long honey brown head fur swayed from side to side when she walked. He followed her around; trying to get a good sense of what would be her weakest moment. He wanted to have her as his own so bad. He remembered trying to approach her before, showing his interest in dating her by asking her out for coffee, but she refused him. It wasn't that he was unattractive. He was a handsome canine, tall, lean and muscular. His fur was a smooth light brown color and his black head fur reached neatly to his shoulders. He even had a sexy voice and how he said his name made her blush "Jamison..." it was, and he was such a gentleman too... However, he was so insulted with the reason why she turned him down. She just wasn't interested in dating someone twice her age. She was 18, just legal and he was 36. Sure she would be allowed to be with him, her parents wouldn't be able to stop her, but she just never felt comfortable about that concept. She wanted someone closer to her own age. She was sympathetic with him. Elaina told him that he could get any woman he wanted, but maybe he should try women closer to his own age. She didn't mean it as an insult, but he definitely took it that way. "That bitch..." he said to himself as he watched her endlessly with those three months. He wanted to make her pay for insulting him. He knew quite a thing or two about the slave trade and how to train women into sex slaves. He wanted to break her, make her want him like how he wanted her, and make her beg to take her night after night. He could feel his pants tighten as the thought of him dominating her made his penis sprout from its sheath. Oh how he wanted her and he was going to make her his, whether it would be as his girlfriend or his slave. He didn't care. * * *
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- * * She placed her phone back into her purse with a look of content on her face. Suddenly she felt strong arms lunge forward and grab her. Large hands went and clenched her muzzle tight, muffling the screams. He dragged the struggling female into the alleyway and pushed her into the back of a van that he had ready. Inside, he pinned her with his weight. Her eyes widened when she recognized his face, but his name escaped her. With one hand he clenched tightly around her muzzle while his other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Cuffing her hands over her head and to a metal bar he then reached down under her skirt. He pulled at her panties and forced them. She was such a fighter. She tried to kick at him, but suddenly stopped when his fist connected to her stomach, winding her. He pulled off her panties and deeply smelled them. He smirked as he looked at her. "Damn, you are so fucking hot." He said as he rolled up her panties into a ball then shoved them into her mouth. "Don't want you making too much noise when we get out." He then placed a strong leather muzzle on her to keep her mouth shut. She was terrified at what he was planning, but she could guess given with how he was acting that he intended on raping her. She turned her face away from the male in front of her. He was rubbing himself in anticipation as he looked down at the beautiful girl handcuffed before him. "I wish I could take you here and now... but I don't want anyone passing by to see the van rocking. Don't want getting caught now... You just stay here and behave until we get home." With that, he left the back of the van and moved to the driver's seat. * * *
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- * * What kind of mess did she find herself in and how was she going to get herself out of it? She was so confused about all of this. She looked around as saw herself in what looked like someone's basement. She laid on a mattress on the floor and she shivered from the chill she felt. She was naked on the mattress and the only thing that kept her on that mattress was a collar attached to a chain that was locked around a sturdy pipe. She could hear the door leading to the first floor opening. "You fucking bustard, let me out of here!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. She heard his footsteps as he walked down the stairs. She saw him and he smiled as she glared at him. "You like your new room?" He asked with a cheeky smirk. "Go fuck yourself!" "No... I now have you for that." He said casually. She glared at him with much hate and he just laughed. He walked over to her and pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his nicely shaped form. She looked away from him. He just laughed again. "Don't get so angry with me. You brought this upon yourself, ya know... insulting me the way you did. I want you and I'll have you in one way or another. When we are done with your training, you'll be begging to ride my cock every chance you get. We'll see if I'm too old for you then." "Is that what this is about?! You are sick and pathe-" She was cut off when his hand firmly struck her across her face. "Speak when you are given permission to speak!" "Permission to speak, Sir?" She said as she glared at him. Jamison smirked at this; perhaps this would be easier than he thought. "That's more like it... Go ahead." "YOU'RE A TAIL-HOLE!!!!" The smirk left his face with her comment and he went and struck her once again. "You little bitch! I will break you and make you into nothing but a feral slut! For that little comment of yours... I've decided to take that tailhole of yours first." She tried to run from, but that chain would not let her go far. He grabbed her from behind and wrestled her to the ground. She was so feisty and he was so turned on with everything about her. Elaina struggled against him but she couldn't fight him off. He held her down and forced her legs apart with his legs. She struggled but he was stronger. With one free hand Jamison unzipped his pants and pulled his large and aching member from the restricting pants. He lifted her hips effortlessly. Having her on her back, he wanted to see her expression as she was going to be violated by him. He smirked and Elaina began to plead with her eyes for him to stop. Positioning her, he then hit home into her tight ass. She screamed out as he wasn't lubricated and it was her first time there. It stung so bad, she couldn't fight the tears from forming. "Please stop!" She cried but he continued. "No... I am going to continue to take your body as I please even after I break you and make you into a feral bitch." He continued to thrust into her tight tailhole. She felt delicious and he enjoyed every minute of it. As he fucked her, he stared down at her neglected pussy. He reached down and began to stroke it, teasing the clit and inserting a finger into it. "So you are a virgin in here too... we'll fix that." He said with a smirk. He pounded hard and fast, groaning as he took her. His large red dick reddened even more as it was coated with her blood. He pulled himself out of her anus then went for the hole he had desired since the first time he had laid eyes on her. He went in and moaned as he felt how tight she was. She cried again from the pain and continued to plead with him, but her cried fell to deaf ears. He continued to thrust for what seemed like eternity. Pounding over and over, he was in heaven in her body and he was so pleased that he had finally obtained her. She shut her eyes and try to bring her thoughts to somewhere else, trying to bring her mind into a happier setting. Suddenly she felt his hand lock into her head fur and he pulled her face towards him. Shoving his dick into her muzzle, he gave her a growl as he told her not to bite or else things will be harder on her. He humped at her face a few times before finally releasing his load into her mouth. She nearly gagged at the load, but he held her head in place, forcing her to swallow. He pushed her back against mattress and he smirked again. He rose to his feet and adjusted his penis back into his pants. She curled up into a fetal position and wept with her face into the bedding. "You'll learn..." He said with a sense of pride in his voice. "You'll learn to love me fucking you every night and every day.... Don't give me that look, you brought this upon yourself. I told you I wanted you and you threw my age in my face. Well, you won't have a problem with my age after you are broken in." With that he left and shut the lights in her room off. She cried into the night and wished that this was all just a nightmare... but it wasn't. * * *
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- * * He went about her training in a cruel manor. At first he would starve her, he promised her food if she stopped fighting him and would take it away if he wasn't pleased with her obedience. She went hungry for several days and he only feed her enough to keep her alive. This weakened her to a state where he could fuck her without much of a fight, but he wanted her compliant. After a while, her hunger got the better of her and she slowly began to behave. Though she behaved, she still tried to escape ever now and then, this action earned her a whipping. He went about making her do things that made her feel disgusted at herself. He had her give him a blowjob as he worked at his desk in his office. Her tongue slid up his length and she whirled her tongue around the tip of his penis. She brought his length into her mouth and sucked him until he was dry. Then there was the time that he had poker night with his friends. He let them have their way with her. All four of them, himself included, fucked her. As Jamison fucked her pussy, he had one friend take her ass, another had fun with her mouth and the other used her breasts. They rid her until they were all spent. All had taken turns with different parts of her body and they set up more poker nights after that. Soon it seemed as if these things didn't bother her anymore. The emotion left her eyes and she looked drained and void of the person she used to be. Soon this wore at Jamison, he wanted her to be his, to belong to him but he didn't want her to end up like this. Maybe he could ease up on her. Reward her for her obedience and then she would slowly show more light in her eyes. He fed her better, gave her the same food he ate and told her this was a reward for all the good she has accomplished. As long as she behaved she could eat well just like this. This brought one smile to her face, but it was an empty smile. He continued to treat her better but still held a firm 'I am your master' thing over her. She obeyed as usual and her next reward was a more comfy room. He gave her a real bed and even a dresser with a vanity, he gave her some nice clothes, a brush, a bit of makeup and then he promised to end Poker night and keep her just to himself. No matter what he did, he didn't get the old Elaina back, the girl that he stalked for three months was dead, that smile was gone, and her light was missing. He then came to the realization that he had finally broken the girl. He got what he wanted, shouldn't he be happy? He ordered her to his room like normal and stroked her head fur as he had her suck his member. He thought of how he longed to have the old girl back, but there was no going back now, he had her and that was good at least. He laid on his back and had her climb onto his shaft. She straddled him and rode him. Her moans filled the room as his large dick felt so good within her. He held onto her hips and moved her hips to grind harder onto him. "Master..." She moaned out as she rode him like a little cowgirl. "I'm your little feral bitch." She said, knowing that he liked to hear her say dirty things like that. "Yes you... are..." He groaned as she rode. "Oh fuck!" He gasped as he felt like he was about to cum. She then stopped moving and looked down at him with a strange smile. He looked up at her confused. "What are you doing? Continue moving." He ordered her. Though he liked and always wished to see her smile again, there was something disconcerting about that smile she was giving him. "Keep going!" He demanded, looking more confused than angry. Without warning she leaned down and ripped open his throat with her teeth. She pulled her head back and his flesh hung from the sides of her mouth. He tried to scream out but nothing came out, well maybe not nothing. His blood poured out in waves and he gripped at his neck, looking at her in terror. She simply looked up to the ceiling and laughed. "I'm what you always wanted me to be... I'm just a feral bitch now..." She continued to laugh and his blood continued to flow. She then began to move her hips again, riding him as he was dying from the blood loss. "Just as you wanted..." She laughed again then began to lick her lips from the blood that still clung to it. Jamison made some gargling noises before his head dropped back and his eyes rolled backward. She continued to ride and laugh until she grew bored. She rose to her feet and gave her old master a good kick to the face. "That's for stealing my innocence." Sometimes different people react to different things. His treatment might have earned him a completely loyal slave if it were any other girl, but with Elaina... he just gained a completely pissed off and vengeful female who waited for the right moment to strike. She got herself dressed and without a second look behind her, she left the house and left his corpse to rot in his bedroom. * * * AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey all, well I hoped you liked the story. I was reading a few slave master stories recently and they all seemed the same. Guy gets girl, guy rapes girl, girl gets turned to slave, guy is a happy little fuck.... well I always wondered why the fuck the girls don't just act like they are being turned to mindless slaves then attack the guy when he is spent and unsuspecting... after all... YOU ARE A FURRY!!!! HELLO CLAWS AND FANGS?! Sure I know that there are some furs that don't have claws or fangs but still cyanide works great too. So I'm not sure if I am the only one who gives the basturd what was coming to him but there you have it. Oh and if you don't like that this moved along fast, deal with it, this story is not about how he trained her, it;s about what brought her to this situation, what went down between then and finally what the guy got in the end. It's too long to write down every act he did in one story and I don't want to turn something like this into a chapter story. ... Now I'm going to sleep I'm tired lol night night and again hope you like.