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The young man sat as his computer, his head resting on his hands. His room lights were off, only the dim light from the monitor shown on his shaggy black hair. Things had gotten a little rough in this human's world, and he was looking to cut some of his more dramatic ties, starting with a roleplay gone bad. She was a figment of his imagination, just a squirrel he had come up with a few months ago, but in his roleplay world she was the queen who wrecked havoc. Sarah was a wench that tended to eat men and women up with innocent looks and kinky appetite.

He logged onto his website and started the chat that would end her. He stated good byes to a few friends and was coming to terms with the fact she was going to be gone. Her curves, her soft fur, her...All of her was going to be gone He rubbed his eyes and sighed. It was though she was a real person in his mind. The young man knew everything there was to know about her. He knew the little patch of fur on the back of her neck she loved to have bitten, the right words to say to bring her climax harder, he even knew her favorite color.

With a heavy sigh he put his mouse over the red "X" at the top of his screen, ready to end her for good and say good bye. That's when it happened.

ServingSarah : Master, wait!

It was his screen name, but he didn't write it. He read it over and over, looking for something that would show the discrepancy, a period or a space, something that would prove he was seeing someone faking it. There was none, it truly was his screen name.

ServingSarah : Master please, squirrel begs You not to go!

He turned the monitor off without a second thought. "I must really be upset" He whispered to no one but himself. He ran his hands over his face, noticing how clammy they had gotten. "What was that? What the hell was that?" He stood and paced the room before returning to his computer and turning the monitor back on.

The chat rolled on and there were no more signs of Sarah, not a single whisper. He was done for the night and done with her once more. He drew his mouse once more the the "X"

ServingSarah : Tristan please! Master squirrel wants to serve You!

"Sarah?" He couldn't help himself, the words slipped from his lips before he even knew he was going to speak them. How could this be? How could whoever this was know his name? He never told anyone what he was called outside of rolelplay but this person knew. It must be real, this clearly must truly be Sarah the cum slut from his mind. What happened next shocked him and made him wish he hit the big red "X" The first time and never saw the messages.

ServingSarah :Yes Master. Squirrel is here to serve You.

He hadn't typed anything at all. He looked down at the keyboard then back to the screen. He read her message once more before daring to utter another word. "Sarah. You must understand that you are not real. I will delete you and I will do so tonight" He spoke calmly, trying to hold himself together through these very unusual circumstances.

ServingSarah : But Master squirrel has been so good, teasing and being a little cum slut...

"Am I seriously arguing with myself?" He muttered not seeming all that amused. "Sarah, don't argue with me. Say bye to me now sweetly for it will be the last thing you say at all"

ServingSarah : As You wish Master, but if squirrel says it sweetly...

As Tristan began to read the message in front of him, his screen began to glow brighter, then brighter still till the light began to be blinding. He reeled backwards out of his chair as a lithe creature pulled itself from the screen, a full bushy tail being the last thing before the monitor screen went black leaving the two in the dark.

The room fell completely silent, not even the buzz from his computer tower broke the still of it all. "You may not want me to leave at all..." Her velvety voice came through, soft an alluring. Tristan left himself on the floor for a moment trying once more to pull himself together and figure out what he was to do now.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could make out her outline. Her faun colored ears draped in shadows, the curve of her body, the long tail that curled just so. He could see her shift slightly, noticing now that she was on her knees in perfect subservient form. It was her desire to serve, which is how he wrote her, that was how he wanted her.

"Huh...Sarah..." He called out to her again, just as unsure now as he had been before. This was just too unreal and Tristan could not come to grips with it.

"Yes my Master" She cooed back at him.

Rising to his feet he felt around the wall next to his door looking for the light switch. He turned it on and rubbed his eyes as they started to adjust in the light. He studied the female, looking over her nude furry form, taking it in. She had her head turned down, not daring to look up into his eyes. Her fur was shiny and thick, just right for grabbing on to.

"girl."He paused "Why are you here?"

"Master, squirrel wishes to convince you to keep her, to make her Your creature, Your creation forever." She spoke clearly, having thought out her words in advance, knowing what to say. As the fur from his fantasies she knew everything about him just as he knew everything about here. The fact was she knew even more about him because there was no part of his mind that she did not know. She knew he wanted to hurt her, to use her as his own sick little play thing. She would give him what he wanted if it meant her freedom and safety.

He stood there for a moment before crossing his arms. "You may try but if you fail I will delete you as I planned."

"Yes Master. What do You wish of squirrel?" She was eager to begin.

"Put on a show for me." He answered as he bent down to lift her, cradling her in his arms till he laid her sprawled out on his bed. He took his time, making note just how soft her fur really was. It felt softer than silk, softer than he possibly could have written for her.

"Yes my Master" She all but purred in her most sensual voice. Tristan sat in his computer chair and crossed his arms waiting for her to begin. The young squirrel began by snaking herself and writhing on the bed, her paws roaming her form feeling her plentiful curves. Her breath caught when she passed her nipples but she didn't stop there right way. She heightened her senses by caressing every inch of her torso, starting just below her neck to just about her warm mound. Moments later she came back to her now firm and peeked nipples, using her small claws to tease them. A low murr escapes her lips and almost an audible "Yesss" She was enjoying herself almost as much as he was enjoying watching her. Sarah's paws parted ways; one moving south the other becoming more vicious on her nipple, giving it firm hard plucks and pinches till she could almost not stand it anymore. The other paw found her thighs, tickling the sensitive fur through the skin. Her head rolled and the moans coming from her became even stronger. The man across the room could feel his bulge stiffening as it pressed against the fabric and zipper of his jeans. He enjoyed the show but determined it would not last much longer, he wanted to have his way with her.

The squirrel sensed his hunger and aimed to drive him even more insane. Her right paw began to work it's way closer to her mound. Sarah could feel the moisture rising with her heat. She had barely met the point where fur met flesh before her small finger pads were damp with proof of her lustful ways. She dipped in further and fueled her own needs. Her pads went right to her clit, skillfully kneading and pawing it, giving it gentle pinches. She was so was into her own body she didn't notice the man now looming over her.

" You didn't ask," He said with his hand gripping tightly to her right wrist, holding it firmly in place "You didn't beg." With that he pulled it away. "And now...You will be punished" He sat himself along the side of the bed and pulled the small squirrel over his lap, face down. She gave no protest but squirmed lightly over his legs, having a hard time balancing. Tristan lifted her tail, giving it a long stroke as he placed it over his shoulder. Hi right hand found its way to the female's warm bottom, caressing the fur. "Now slut" He paused and lifted his hand "ask me to forgive you" He brought his hand down once, following through with force, his hand not moving once it make's it's mark.

A cry manages to escape her lips, no matter how hard she tried to hold back and not allow it to happen. "Please!" She shouted, her brown eyes now shut tight. The sting was unexpected; she hadn't known just how firm her makers hand could be. She didn't have to wait long for another firm paddle to her firm ass to be dealt down as Tristan's wrath played on. Two more were given before he started a soft rub to sooth her. She could feel the heat already rising under her fur as the hand prints pinked. "Please Master, forgive slut!" She called out to him, following his order, but under that, she was breaking. She was starting to want this even more. She could feel his cock betraying him, poking her in the stomach. She wanted to feel the hard rod inside of her. Another smack was dealt to her ass but this time instead of simply rubbing her ass cheeks, her Master rubbed closer to her pussy. He used each caress to pull her slit apart and gaze upon the pink little hole that he had always imagined. He was now throbbing against her tummy with uncontrollable lust.

"I forgive you slut. Now show Your Master how thankful you are" He smirked as she slid off his lap knowingly. He didn't have to say too much now that she was reminded just how much submission he expected from her. The brown little squirrel came to her knees before him. She looked up at him with large brown eyes; they were begging him before her lips even parted. Her need for his cock was all over her face.

"Master" She cooed to him again. Her tongue licked her lips and she leaned into his legs, letting her small but full bust spill onto is legs "This slut wants to please You. Slut wants your cock." She pawed just below his member making it shift and ache. "May slut touch and suck your dick please?"

"Yes slut. Suck it now. Don't make me wait" Tristan needed to cum, needed to shoot his load all over that perfect little face.

She wasted no time freeing his cock from the restraint of his jeans. She was actually impressed that it had taken him this long to demand his pleasure. The already hard prick sprang to life in front of her eyes and made her mouth water like the good cum slut she was. She needed to have it. Leaning in she gave it a few exploratory licks, letting her soft pink tongue run from shaft base to head then swirled her tongue around the head and sensitive underside. The squirrel was a pro and knew just what to do to make the man's knees shake. Her teasing didn't last long as her maker's hand was on the back of her head, pressing it down. "Take it" He commanded, guiding her mouth fully onto is dick. The man was done waiting for her to finish playing and teasing.

Even though she had desired to warm him up more the female was excited to finally be pleasing her maker. She loved the way his cock head felt pressing against the back of her throat and eagerly worked to bring all eight inches into her mouth. The thickness stretched her lips but it didn't detour her, it made her all the more hot, wanting and having to wait even longer to feel it filling her pussy. As her head bobbed up and down on his pulsating member Tristan called out another command "Touch yourself and get ready for Your Master"

Sarah did not pull her head from his cock, but moaned her pleasure and acceptance onto it. Her paw took no time finding her slit, spreading it open to reveal the pink folds. Her finger pads slipped on either side of her clit and began to tease and squeeze, making her go weak with her own desires now. She let it fuel her cock sucking wanting to show her Master how happy sucking his cock made her. Before long she could feel herself edging to climax and tried to hold back. Tristan too was feeling the need to cum, it would be the first of many that evening. His strong grip tightened over her, making her take more and more of his cock still she could easily feel his balls slapping her chin and cock head popping in and out of her throat. Her own paw worked quickly to keep up with her Masters pace, her knees nearly giving out under her weight.

"Do you want your Master's cum?" He asked, wanting to make her moan once more, to send himself over the edge.

Knowing her Master's peek was coming near she moaned and sucked all the more eager, trying hard to make her Master see she was happy to please him. It didn't take but a few more deep strokes into that warm little mouth to make him spill over. A little precum touched her tongue and Sarah knew it was over, the next stroke and her Master was cumming in her mouth. She pulled back just a little but it was enough for him to see each seedy strand landing on her awaiting tongue and sliding down her throat. The cum slut swallowed every drop, but as she did the squirrel lost focus and broke way for her own climax. The waves of her orgasm rocked her from her knees and caused her to tumble back till her was on her ass, tail curved over her shoulder. She panted heavily and moaned through till she could open her eyes and focus once more.

Tristan was already on his feet, looming over her with a scowl on his face "What a terrible slut I have before me" He shook his head in vain. "I thought we had learned a lesson but apparently spanking your dirty little ass didn't teach you well enough that little sluts need to beg for pleasure"

Her brown eyes looked up at him pleading for mercy. "Master, please! Slut is sorry for being such an eager little slut." She closed her legs and tried to appear a little less like a whore, however futile her aim. The man stood there for a moment, a smirk playing along his lips.

"Get on the bed" He commanded, his hand rose pointing to the four post bed. The little creature did as she was told with a softly whispered "Yes Master" and gentle nod. She didn't know what he would have in store for her but she was getting nervous. When she turned to face him, he was digging through his closest. She tried to peer around him but it was impossible through his large frame. Her jaw dropped when she turned and the things in his hand were three leather belts in various colors and a tie. She realized then she was going to be bound for the first time by her maker. He didn't speak a word to her, simply moved to the side of the bed, taking each limb one by one and strapped it down. The squirrel squirmed again, trying to hold back her excitement.

Since Tristan was so used to having all of the menacing BDSM tools he could ever want in his mind, the reality of the situation was he was going to make do with what he had. Climbing onto the bed he poised himself just below the girl, his mouth so tantalizingly close to the girl's warm sex. He looked up at Sarah. "Do you want pleasure slut?" He called.

"Yes Master" She uttered eagerly, proving once more what a slut she was.

Tristan smirked again and shook his head. "Is that all you have to say slut?" He leaned down and let a warm breath flow passed his lips and onto her moist ones making her ache and arch her back. Her tail was set to the side, flickering rapidly with want. "Beg slut"

Now trembling the squirrel broke and forgot why she was even there, now she was there just to experience this. "Master please, slut needs to feel you" He leaned in and kissed her thigh "Master girl is good, plea..." She was cut off by his teeth digging themselves into the other side of her thigh.

"You've not been that good." He barked at her. "Try again... and this time let's not mince words" He leaned back down into her warmth and moaned slightly. He could hear her trying to utter something more though his mouth was now teasing her outer folds. She arched once more and gave a cry. Tristan pulled back and gave a sharp quick spank to her clit "Speak"

"Mooore!" She cried, her paws pulling tightly on the restraints. He spanked her clit again with his hand. "Master please! More! I need you Master!" Her words spilled out quickly. Not wasting time after hearing the satisfying words he set himself upon her, letting his tongue lap up the sweet nectar of her sex. Her skillfully teased her sensitive pink clit, moving from long wide tongue strokes to quick passes with merely the tip of his tongue then back again. The girl wriggled and pulled tight to the restraints knowing there was no easy way to hold back from climax when it would creep up on her.

The dominant moved his other hand along her thigh, kneading it for a moment. Every little move he made as right, every point touched was sensitive and on edge. Leaving her thigh he moved his hand to her lips, spreading them further apart. Just the smell alone was making his cock harden once more. He wanted to get her ready for his thick girth and slid two fingers into her snatch, not gently but forcefully, claiming it. After just a few moments he added yet another finger, stretching her and making her wriggle hard against him "ooo Master, more please! I beg you let your slut cum!"

He smirked "O so you have learned." His comment made her nod but she could not speak through her pleasure, knowing she must focus through the onslaught if she was going to remain o so obedient to his wishes. " If you want to cum..." He paused, climbing up her body till his cock was in line with her folds. "Cum on my cock" He looked her in the eye as he slammed his rod into her. Not taking time to warm up he took his pace quick and hard, throwing everything he had into each thrust. He leaned down and took her throat in his teeth, biting down in primal fashion, grunting and growling against her fur.

A tear rolled down Sarah's cheek as the man plunged deeper and deeper into her. She would wrap her legs around him if it were not for their being restrained. She truly felt like the slut she was as he rode her, claiming ever inch of her with his power as creator and the one who knew her body better than any. She began going rigid once more, clenching down upon his shaft with every muscle in her pussy. "Master!" She cried "Slut is going to cum!"

That was the last queue needed. Tristan turned to longer harder strokes in the tightened slit, urging himself and her forward into the oblivion of their orgasms. He shot his seed deep inside her, once more feeling the power of controlling her, feeding off it as she arched and came herself. Unable to think they lay there, Tristan letting his full weight lay on her. They pant together as sweat drips down his fore head.

"You are truly mine now" He whispered as he pulled himself up, sitting on the side of the bed. Sarah was passed out from pleasure; she lay limp on his bed. The man stood and walked to his computer and moved the mouse once more to the red "X"

"And no one else can have you" He clicked the red button deleting Sarah from the data base. He turned once more to face his prize but she was no longer there, the belts dangled lifeless from the bed posts.