Adventures of Man and Doe 03 – Servus Cervine
Adventures of Man and Doe 03 - Servus Cervine
by Doe-X
As before, the tags explain the horrors to come. This one's a bit different from the previous two tales in the series...being a bit more beasty than true zoo, with a moderate dose of zoosadism. With more than 2200 views of Spring Cleaning all the attention apparently has gone to Her Majesty's head, resulting in revelations perhaps better left unwritten. Yet, here we are... If not for her insistence, I wouldn't have penned this one, so you can thank her for this bit of perversion. Longer than the other tales, I knew I'd need inspiration to keep this all straight, so I turned to a reliable, if detestably "pop-y", mix of Garbage, My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, some '80s Ministry, before they got speed, and, Goddess forgive me, the pop maven Lady Gaga. Heavy sigh... Again, no animals real or imaginary were harmed...hoist with their own petard mayhap, but never harmed (just imagine some militant non-morphic deer deviously secreting away a petard beneath the walls of your statehouse...feel free to write about it too; go on, I dare you).
Shoulders down and rump high the doe stood before me, a quiver in defiant submission. Her forelegs folded beneath her, cannons secured by bamboo strips tied to stakes at either side, and, fixed to a spreader bar similarly staked, her hind legs were held wide. A broad strap passed under her barrel, just ahead of her hind legs, chained to a simple A-frame overhead, keeping her butt suspended but still able to shift about slightly. Handy with a sewing machine and devious in mind, I constructed the simple leather hood that it covered her eyes to keep her ears and muzzle free. A long leather thong attached to a brass ring at the hood's crown stretched back to make a few turns around the base her long luscious tail, holding that appendage and her head high.
So exposed and defenseless, unable to stand or lie down, surely her current position was uncomfortable. That was the intention. Rarely did our play come to this. In nearly all things, we were equals, alternately teasing, cajoling, and inciting each other into one depravity or another, but not here, not now. Sometimes lovers and other times combatants in our little games, this was something different...something special.
An accident in our early months together led us here--that's what I like to believe at least--but in retrospect, maybe she intended it all along. Regardless, possessing an odd mixture of canine-like ingenuity and insatiable curiosity, Her Highness managed to get herself bound up in a length of errant cording hanging from one of the property's fence posts. I hadn't even noticed she'd gone missing until that evening, and raced about frantically only to discover her thoroughly ensnared in a position similar to the one she held now. My only thought was to free her. It had been a hot day; she'd obviously been struggling, and I was sure she was tired and dehydrated, but as I approached her, something came over me. This was shortly after we'd become intimate, long before the rules and boundaries of our relationship were set. The way her rump swayed, head down and tail up in distress, her hind legs splayed so lewdly...I...I had to have her. The act was brutal. She was scared, for once completely unwilling, and I relished her fruitless struggles as I pounded in her dry slit relentlessly. With nothing but my spit for lube, I took all of her: cunt, ass, and muzzle. Again and again I filled her, used her, and broke her to my will until long after the sun had retreated over the horizon.
I finally cut her loose and she immediately shrunk from my now gentle touch. Ashamed, I followed as she skittishly flitted before me back to the house. For near a month she refused to leave her outdoor enclosure and join me in the house, keeping a wary distance at feeding times, but over the following weeks, I came to notice her on the screen porch at night, sidled up against the glass doors to our bedroom, lonely for my touch as I was for hers. Still, with a guilty conscious, I backed off and let the trust slowly rebuild between us, until she decided to make the first move. Again, she went missing, and once more, I scrambled to find her. In the twilight I found her at the same fence post, not bound, I'd made sure that cord was long gone, but standing next to it patiently, as if awaiting my arrival. Crashing through the brush, my approach was hardly stealthy, when she caught sight me she assumed a semblance of the position she'd held on that day...
That's how it started, and it morphed into this, with her bound and helpless, and ripe for abuse. She always initiated this scene, the choice of venue hers, as was the timing, always rare, mysterious, and random enough to keep it fresh, but once begun, she surrendered herself to my whims. Not totally, of course, for as I moved behind her now she bucked against her restraints when my finger traced a light circle around her pink puckered asshole. I laughed, a low dark sound, and increased the speed of my circles, relishing the feel of her delicate flesh there and the downy fuzz that surrounded it. After a moment, I removed my finger and squirted a dab of J-Lube on the tip. Returning to her puckered opening I again made little circles, gently lubing her before pushing slowly into her ass. She bucked harder at the penetration, but I heard her grunt softly as I worked past the second knuckle, and smiled at her tough girl act. More lube, and more fingers invaded her hot rectum, stretching her, and readying her.
Her ears snapped erect and swiveled at the vibrator's buzz. The knobby pink substitute phallus wasn't much larger in length or girth compared to my own cock. I felt no need to offer her more than I could provide, but its menacing hum seemed to agitate her all the same. With a liberal coating of J-Lube, I placed its pointed vibrating tip against her asshole while she leaned forward and struggled anew to avoid the inevitable. Chuckling, I followed her motion and regaining my purchase, slowly pushed. Her rectal fibers resisted, the widening sphincter crawling over the invading knobs one after another as her back arched hard. With agonizing slowness, I slid it into her until only the black base remained, and I grinned at her little snorting sigh when I stopped. I'd already prepared for this point. Attached to the strap around her waist was a belt set to loop around her rump and hold whatever I chose to insert into her body in place. With a quick adjustment, the vibrator was secure, and I wiped off my hands and admired my work. Her ears laid back, her back arched as much as her restraints would allow, and her breath coming fast, the doe seemed to vibrate in time with the tool in her ass.
Occasionally, I wished to break my rule against filming our trysts, for at this moment she was the most beautiful creature on the planet, a work of art to be seen and cherished by all, but this was for my eyes alone, and we were just warming up. Turning to the side, I picked up the first weight. A small piece of turned brass attached to a durable alligator style clip by a couple of inches of light chain, it weighed all of six ounces. Kneeling behind her, I carefully attached the clip to one of her pink nipples, letting it pull the little udder down taut under its weight. She shifted away from the sharp new pain, bleating loudly, and causing the little weight to swing wildly beneath her. Steadying her with a firm hand, I reached for another clip. I'd once considered just going ahead and piercing her nipples, the thought of four little steel rings flashing in the sun oddly exciting, but this was better for both of us. We didn't do this often, and no brand of love play could justify that kind of mutilation. Anyway, despite her protests, the clips weren't terribly strong, and did no permanent harm. Two, then three, and four weights dragged her udders toward the earth below, each eliciting new shivers and bleats, each flashing in the flickering candlelight as they swayed between her stretched legs. Such an actress; she was far from her limit. I clipped a second weight to the first nipple, twelve ounces now tugged at her tender flesh, not quite a pound. I knew she could take more, and methodically doubled the weights on the other nipples. Her bleats dissolved into hushed moans, a strange sound from the mouth of a deer, accented by the clicking of the brass weights as they swayed together.
Stepping back, I admired her again while giving my hard cock a few strokes. She was so lovely, so hot I could have let myself cum right there, but I wanted more, needed more. I wanted to dominate her, to break her as I did that day years ago, and so did she. I took up yet another weight and moving to her ass I softly spread her simple labia. Tenderly grasping one fold, I clipped the weight to its edge. We'd not done this before, and she bucked violently at the sudden pain, straining to flee the new sensation. I shushed her in a calming tone, and stroked my right hand down her flank while slowly releasing the weight with my left, allowing the flap of sensitive skin to sag and pull to the side. She shook beneath my touch, panting heavily, and craned her head around as best as she could to implore me with covered eyes. Touched, but resolute, I carefully placed the last weight on her other velvety fold and let it hang. Flush with arousal, the now exposed inner surfaces of her pink pocket glistened wetly.
The sight, sounds, and her musky, needy scent inspired me. Kneeling behind her once more, I brought my mouth to her sex and tasted the savory moisture there. The doe grunted and lowered her head slightly, forcing her tail over her back, raising the vibrator, and her already stretched sex higher. Licking along the taut flesh, I spiraled down toward her narrow clit. Unlike a woman, her nub wasn't nearly as sensitive, but she felt pleasure there I knew, and I carefully worked to either side before sucking the little bud hard. She grunted louder and pushed her hips toward me, but just as I followed her with the vibrator, this time I backed away, teasing her with a flick of my tongue before sucking on her clit again and tugging firmly at one of the sets of weights that hung pendulously from her nipples. Back and forth we rocked, her deepening grunts spurring me on until with a heavy sigh she sagged forward on her forelegs, her head dropping as far as the thong tied to her tail would allow. This was the first time I'd seen her so overcome, not really an orgasm, but somewhere close...she'd gone there and my love for her swelled.
Supremely satisfied, I quickly stood and plunged my cock into her heat, no rest for Her Grace tonight. Thighs hammering against her soft rump, I pummeled the Princess' tight passage with the most savage thrusts I could manage. For minutes, I pounded her before slowing; it wouldn't do to finish too early. I owed her an ordeal. At a more moderate pace, I continued to plow her crevice, alternately rotating the vibrator in her ass and using the weights attached to her cunt lips to open her wide. She huffed and grunted, recoiling from my thrusts and twisting at my cruel ministrations, the weights on her udders clacking loudly in time with our movements, her breath now coming in gasps. Time dragged by as I tried to contain my need, ignoring my crotch with various ploys, but eventually I felt my orgasm rise. For her, one last trial lay ahead, and I couldn't allow myself cum and spoil it all.
Reluctantly pulling from her hole, I strode around to her head. Her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth, a clear sign of exhaustion, but we were far from done here. Grasping her muzzle, I raised it up, and poured a small amount of cool water into her mouth, which she swallowed eagerly. Few more sips and I put the water aside. Looking down at her I bent and kissed her broad wet nose then inserted my thumb along the side of her mouth. Prying her jaw open, I placed my stiff shaft on her raspy tongue, letting taste her own tart honey, before closing her snout around my flesh. Holding her muzzle tightly with both hands, I thrust my hips, working my cock in and out, each stroke burying her wet nose in my pubes. More than willing to lick me but never deigning to participate in_this_ unorthodox act, she struggled against me, but her protests merely drove me harder. Truthfully, I took little physical pleasure in this, it being as uncomfortable for me as for her. Her bottom teeth scraped the underside of my shaft, while her hard pallet and rough tongue rubbed me raw, but this was the point of contention, the battle of wills we had built toward, and unlike our other games, in this one she wouldn't capitulate without a fight.
On I thrust, using my weight to wrestle her head down, and give her no other option but to submit. As I sped up she twisted and fought, and I grasped one of her long ears, twisting it callously; maybe a little pain would usher along some compliance. Defiantly, she bucked even harder, gnawing at me, my pre-cum, mixed with her saliva, drooling from the corners of her distended mouth. We wrangled roughly like this for a time, when she suddenly ceased to struggle and instead began to suckle at my cock. Caught by surprise, it took a moment for me to realize what she was up to.
My goal had been to drive the fight from her, but with no means to retreat, and perhaps in her animal way recognizing a battle she couldn't win, she changed tactics. Clearly, she intended to deny me a mental victory over her by gaining a physical one over me. I always respected her intelligence and cunning, and wondered why most humans dismissed animals so easily. Lacking in technique, she was just a deer, and this act thoroughly unnatural, she made it up with gusto. Smiling, I admired her choice of strategy, but felt the contest over, and she'd lost. Oh, it would be a close thing, but already exhausted, and flagging quickly, I doubted she possessed the stamina to finish me off. Still, I was primed, my cock sensitive, and her mouth, though rough, was finally delivering the pleasure I desired since our first time...I'd give her a chance. Leaning into her performance, I reveled in the feel of her long chin whiskers against my balls, and released her muzzle. She wasn't built for this, her thin lips sealing just enough to provide some suction, but it felt wonderful, and I found myself caressing her ears and back of her head while her sandpaper like tongue lapped around my shaft.
I needed caution here. Her Highness knew how to obtain her salty treats, just not this way, but she was getting better by the second and I realized she might beat me after all. Grasping her ears I once more began to thrust into her mouth vigorously, I had to tire her out before I came. At first thrown by my actions, the doe quickly adapted, matching my rhythm with a strong sucking motion and pushing back against me. So the duel began anew, but this would be the last push for us both. Her sides heaved, my thighs burned, sweat and saliva flew as we raced in a sexual frenzy that lasted a minute or two at best. I felt the tightness build at the base of my spine, even as her grip on my cock started to loosen, and I strove with every mental trick I knew to stave off my orgasm...sweet Goddess I was close, and... She surrendered. Finally spent, her jaw slacked, and with ears drooping in defeat, she stilled. Victory was mine. My legs jelly, I slipped from her muzzle and collapsed before her as she hung limply from the A-frame, the dull buzz of the vibrator a counter point to our mutual panting.
Now subdued, her body offered one last prize, a reward for my perseverance, but wondered if I still had the strength to claim it. My legs and glutes ached, and my cock felt like hamburger, but, amazingly, I was still erect, and had yet to ejaculate. Hauling myself up, I staggered behind my subdued lover. Unconcerned with her comfort, I released the belt and coarsely snatched the vibrator from her anus. The orifice gaped at me alluringly, as if expectant, and I intended to fulfill that expectation. I winced, the J-Lube burning the tenderized skin of my shaft, as I slicked myself for her. Totally broken, she barely flinched as I plunged within. Pushing her tail to one side I leaned over her rump and back, letting the A-Frame support us both, and ground against her slowly. Hilted, I worked my hips in easy circles, stirring her guts with my length. She hardly moved in response, just a steady rhythm of huffing breaths the only indication of the reaming she endured. In a flash of inspiration, I brought the still humming vibrator between us and pressed it against her slim button. Her breath caught, and reflexively the doe's ring tightened around me, her back arching weakly as I drew out the last of her energy. Grinding the toy back and forth I added short thrusts to my circles enraptured by her tightness and faint attempts to thrust back. Her needy response pushed me over the edge; I couldn't last much longer, and with a cry launched one final assault. Throwing aside the vibrator and grasping her haunches I pummeled her ass with a dozen vicious thrusts, before, cramming myself balls deep, I erupted. A flood filled her passage, it felt like gallons, the result of my long denial. How gratifying, this most intimate act, and how debauched, as a dribble of my semen followed my withdrawing cock, oozing from her still gaping ass and down her cunt.
Finally spent, I tiredly moved to release her. Cutting her ties and removing the hood, I lowered her to the ground gently. Nearly catatonic with fatigue, she simply sprawled there, legs akimbo in a pose no less rude than what I'd released her from. With the greatest care I unclasped the weights from her tender parts, smiling at her total lack of decorum, and eased her into a more comfortable position. Oh how I adored her. I'd been tough on her tonight, on both of us, and Her Worship had earned a respite. Tomorrow would be Sunday, a day we never used for play, and after this, maybe she'd take the rest of the week as well. Given my high libido though, I'd want some tail before then... Of course, there was always our buck...