The Lunt Street Ripper’s Sentence (10)
#10 of The Ripper Wolf (BDSM, Mind Control)
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Hehhey!
You know the drill, for
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The Master was whistling cheerfully during the brief time spent in the lift chugging along, taking him and his two loyal thralls up from the stark basement of the mansion into the opulence elsewhere. He took them to the second floor, above the large rooms of the ground floor and the first floor that housed rooms meant for official functions and entertaining of guests. The hallway the elevator entered was paneled in white painted oak, carpeted with red and lit by numerous electric bulbs in gilded fittings. It was as fine as any part of the house, comfortable, clean and obviously well kept.
"Open the door for me, Robert," the horse spoke, pointing the pair of wooden doors.
"Yes, milord."
They gave access into a gentleman's parlor, a combination of an office and a library, really, with fine leather-upholstered furniture, a desk, bookshelves set in teak and populated by red-backed leather-bound volumes in all the fashionable languages, and a magnificent, huge globe showing all of the world, even the newly mapped provinces of Africa, Antarctica and South American. The red of the British Empire covered large swatches of it and made the horse feel a measure of happiness. He felt little fondness for the actual political might of the Empire, but he enjoyed the possibilities it opened for the travelling gentleman with many pounds in his pockets. The Empire provided the economical means of the horse's ventures, and while he knew he could have moved anywhere he liked, including America, the British countryside seemed a perfect place for his dwelling for now. Who could suspect that a man of such a high standing could be meddling in anything as...unacceptable, as his little preferences for obedient men in leather harnesses and very little else?
"Come on in, boys," the horse spoke patronizingly once he was inside the parlor and the two thralls remained out in the hallway.
The lion and the wolf entered, cocks swaying in front of them, in their permanent state of erection. They were familiar with the room, of course. They were often asked to visit, after all.
"The doors."
It was Pip now who closed them. They were not locked. The horse didn't think that was necessary for the moment. He walked across the finely furnished, quiet room, private with the window drapes pulled over the panes of glass beyond. He stopped by one of the bookshelves, each of them uniform and loaded with tomes, and this one did not appear different. However, the horse knew that by putting his hands on both the left and the right side brass fitting that decorated each shelf, and pulling on the right one, and pushing on the left one would cause a hidden locking mechanism to be operated so that the shelf swung along carefully crafted hinges and into a space beyond.
The room behind the secret door was dark but was lit up automatically when the door opened.
"Follow me."
The two furs rumbled their affirmation as they walked behind their master and ducked their heads to pass through the door that was somewhat narrow and low for men of their size. It was not a tight squeeze, it was easy enough to maneuver themselves past the secret portal and into the hidden chamber beyond.
It was a room about the size of the parlor, with windows that were permanently closed with wooden shutters. The windows would give the appearance of a room in use when viewed from beyond, and a careful design of the corridor running through this part of the mansion would not make anyone wonder about hidden rooms and secret passageways - this being only one of the secret parts of the house, built as per the horse's instructions when he had set it up as a base of his living and to make it a home for himself and his enthralled servants.
One could say that it was a more comfortable version of the dungeon down in the sub basement of the mansion, designed with somewhat more eye-pleasing features and less utilitarian fittings. Yes, there were shelves and cabinets amassed with equipment for various pleasurable and pain-inflicting purposes, chains hanging from hooks on the ceiling, a bed padded with leather and void of usual linen and other cloths, a divan couch, upholstered in green leather, and interestingly, a pair of wooden stocks, painted in black and fitted with brass locks and latches. Next to them there was a sturdy wooden chair that had thick leather cuffs on the armrests and on the feet, with further straps along its structure so that anyone sitting upon it could be secured onto it quite well. The floor was carpeted and soft under their foot paws, and the lamps on the walls were enclosed in painted glass to give the room a comfortable, warm lighting.
"Ah, looks like Percy has cleaned this quite well since I took my trip to London," the horse spoke to his thralls, "I had quite the interesting time with Alistair, Hugo and Sidney here before we left."
"I am sure," Pip spoke, eying the equipment with pleasure and thrill. He'd seen many a fur tied down on that bed, himself included, and knew that whatever the Master had in mind, he would be part of it, and he would enjoy it, under the control of a particularly powerful form of animal magnetism or not.
The lion appeared more ambivalent. Yes, he was hard, and he stood there, with a mild expression on his muzzle, but that was all. He lacked the passion the horse could see in the wolf. He knew the wolf's character. He knew the perfect commands to induce, to encourage the wolf's natural urges. The horse was immensely pleased with his choice of a servant when it came to Pip, who had provided him with so much joy over the years. He was very amusing in a lot of ways, and he knew that the wolf had barely started to explore his potential. He was a perfect foil for the lion, whose role as a trainer for the other slaves was more imbedded in the commands in his mind. The wolf's eagerness more than made up for it, and their teamwork was a pleasure to observe, once the proper commands had been issued, of course.
And the horse liked nothing better than being in command.
The Master settled onto the little couch and drew his legs up, generally getting very cozy while his servants remained standing up. They watched him, perhaps wondering on what he planned to do with them. He had announced earlier at the dungeon that he planned to play with them to pass the time before further events would take place during the afternoon, while James would continue the training of the Ripper in the cellar, by subjecting him to hours of slow, endless masturbation with no prospect for a climax.
He could work with that idea. It made his cock grow hard in his slacks, just thinking about the wolf trussed up and left hanging on the edge of an all-clearing orgasm that would take the tension away for just a little moment, if possible. He knew that the combination of the tiger's orders, the cocaine and the wolf's own commands in his mind would make sure that the wolf would not be let off quite that easily.
The Master stroked his fingers carefully over the outline of his cock, already filling up the front of his pants. He enjoyed the sensation, even if it was such a simple, little act of self-pleasure. It made him feel good, and he could see that Pip was watching intently, every move of the stallion's finely shaped fingers.
"What to do...what to do..." the stallion spoke lazily, a soft fingertip playing with his shaft through the cloth.
"We are here to please you, sir," the wolf sounded eager for fun, which his unwavering erection seemed to confirm.
What'd be more fun that than indeed...
"Pip," the horse spoke in his soft, measured tone, "get the eight inch long, one inch thick leather phallus from the rack for the chair and put it in place, would you?"
"Yes, milord," the wolf answered without a pause.
He walked over to one of the shelves and procured the dildo. It was dark, brown leather, shiny, polished, pliable unlike some of the other implements the horse possessed for his own joy and the use of his servants. Its pace was particularly shaped, and that became apparent once he moved to the sturdy wooden chair that bolted onto the floor. There was an octagon-shaped hole on the center, upon which the base of the dildo fit perfectly, once he pushed it into it. The wolf knelt down and felt underneath it for a screw and a bolt, which he turned and thus secured a brass pin through the base of the toy so that it was firmly attached onto the chair's structure. He even tested it once he stood up, taking a hold of the dildo and giving it a yank. The leather toy wouldn't give.
"It is in place," the wolf said.
"Rub some grease on it and sit your arse on it, Pip. That's your place for now."
"Yes, sir," the wolf replied.
There was a large clay jar containing the special, thick cream the horse had his servants produce for making anal penetration easy and slick, the way he liked. The wolf took out a big scoop onto his paw and returned to the toy, which he then smeared with the lubricating cream. The same fingers were then applied under his permanently raised tail, to push some of the sticky substance onto his anus as well. The wolf let out a little murr when his fingertips graced over the sensitive skin of his pucker, and then beyond as well, to put a little amount onto the inside too. The hole clenched at the touch, but he did not linger on it. He'd been issued with a command to act on, and that involved moving onto the chair and sitting himself onto the dildo. He reached with a paw to aim it under his tail, and rubbed the slick tip through his taint before it settled onto the crack of his ass.
"Bear down," the horse spoke, his command somewhat superfluous at the moment since the wolf was just about to take the plunge and slide the dildo up his rump, but the stallion did enjoy it more for it.
"Yes, sir," the wolf's voice sounded strained, from his posture and certainly the knowledge that he was about to get his arse invaded by the sizeable dildo.
Pip bore his weight down and the toy entered quite easily into his well-trained asshole. He was cleaned and lubricated on the within, and the little extra he had applied simply soothed the way when he sat himself onto the toy standing from the chair. He moved down in one, singular movement, as was his ability, the toy snaking up his rectum and filling him up, spreading his hole open. He was mostly quiet for the duration of his slow ride upon the object, but did let out a gasp and a rumble when the toy pushed against that strange spot inside him that made his cock throb and jerk, and then it passed and he was going lower still, until his thighs pressed onto the wooden edge of the seat and he was all in, rump against the chair. His tail had space to go through the slats on the backrest, which meant that was really seated flat on the chair, an impaled on the leathery, rubbery phallus now embedded into his ass.
"How does that feel, Pip?" the horse asked.
"Very...nhh...very good, sir," the wolf answered, "my arse is very full."
The horse chuckled.
"And you like that?" the stallion questioned.
"Yes, sir," the wolf growled.
"And it pleases you?"
"Yes, sir."
"I presume that phallus has nothing to my own member, though," he mused.
"Nno, sir," the wolf huffed, "it is not as large as your mighty prick, Master."
The horse's big cock throbbed, hearing the wolf's submissive words. Instead of replying to them further, he looked at the lion who observed the proceedings with his usual mild, somewhat empty enthralled look.
"Robert, put the arm and leg cuffs on Pip."
The lion nor the wolf expressed any surprise, at least nothing outwardly so. The lion moved immediately once he'd been told to act thus, reached the chair, and began to place the heavy leather cuffs upon the wolf. The horse watched. He had servants for a reason, after all, to do his bidding for him. His hands were more useful for other things, rather than the hard labor. He enjoyed fondling their bodies, and occasionally inflicting pain or other sensations on them when he wished so, but for most part, his voyeuristic tendencies took the best of him, and he could watch scenes such as the lion placing heavy leather bondage on the wolf sitting on an artificial cock.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy this, Pip."
"As you wish, sir," the wolf spoke up. His lungs seemed to have some trouble filling up steadily with the large member stuck up his rump, but he attempted to speak as steadily as possible. The lion worked quickly and efficiently, checking each buckle he closed, so that eventually the wolf's arms and legs were tied down onto the heavy wooden limbs of the bondage chair. They were unpadded, simple dark, lacquered wood. The lion finished with him and stood by the chair, questioning look on his eyes, wordlessly asking the horse for any further orders.
"Isn't that a good seat for you, Pip?" the horse spoke to the wolf.
"Y-yes, sir," the wolf hissed. His prostate was truly and well compressed by the dildo in his arse, and his cock was now leaking some of the surplus juice he had generated during the erotic play with the Ripper in the dungeon. He'd been not allowed to relieve it there as much as he wanted, and now this additional mechanical pressure on his sensitive inner structures simply heightened the feeling of being pent up. The wolf knew that he'd been allowed to orgasm only the last night...which meant that most likely the horse would not give him such a sweet permission so soon afterwards.
"Isn't that a fine sight, Robert? Your brother tied up and obviously enjoying himself?" the stallion spoke to the impassive lion. "Buggered on that nice prick?"
"Yes, sir," he said, without much conviction. The horse picked that up and flicked one of his tall, fine ears, but he didn't care much. He accepted that as part of the game, and lived with it. It didn't matter what they thought or felt, it was the way they acted that pleased the horse and played to his whims.
"Remember when you were sitting on there like that?" the horse mused, "with the cathode and anode wires strapped upon your prick so that I could have Alistair produce an electric current through your cock with the little paw-cranked dynamo..."
"Y-yes, I do, sir," the lion replied.
"You were squirming and yelping but could do nothing because you were all tied down, collared and blindfolded..." the horse was still stimulating himself through his pants while he painted a picture of the previous session of bondage and games in his secret room.
"I...I did, sir," the lion said.
"And you were getting all those little lighting bolts on your prick..." the horse licked his lips, staring at the wolf's heavy, drooping erection as a visual point of special interest while he verbally teased the lion.
"Yes..." Robert swallowed. Deeply hypnotized or not, there was no impairment of his memory, and he could well recall the entire episode. He'd been strapped down while the horse watched, and Alistair, the tiger manservant, had been told to operate the machine that created electric shocks that were conducted through copper wiring onto the lion's metal-enclosed dick. The lion had not stopped squirming throughout the procedure, and it had left him sore, and without an orgasm, as was the horse's preference. He found them more eager and mellow, even on top of all the commands and implanted conditioning.
"Heh," the horse chuckled mildly, adding a nicker quite naturally, "come here."
He patted the couch.
"Come and sit here, Robert, you can watch your brother better from here."
The lion approached the divan while under the heavy gaze of the stallion. The Master was obviously enjoyed himself, especially the lion's somewhat confused expression, as if he was not quite sure what he was doing, but had to do it none the less. The horse shifted his legs just enough to make some more space, and the lion settled there, tail swung to the side so that he wouldn't sit on top of it.
"Lovely sight, isn't it?" the horse smirked and dipped his muzzle in the direction of the wolf who sat force-impaled on the dildo on the bondage chair.
"Y-yes, milord," the lion whispered.
The stallion tugged the loose waistband of his slacks down under his balls and his entire hefty package fell out, his cock slapping his belly in all of its mottled black and pink splendor, the balls huge, in their leathery sac, and emitting a strong musk into the room now that they'd been finally freed.
"Your brother Edward had the honor of draining my first seed for the day, Robert," the horse spoke, arms folded behind his neck now that he reclined on the divan couch with his cock out in plain sight. "Do you know what I did to him?"
"I...I was not present, milord," the lion said.
"I bent him over my breakfast table and buggered his arse," the horse luxuriated in the details of the tryst, "I just made him spread his plump arse cheeks and there was that hole...nice and greased, and ready to take a prick...you know that sight, don't you? A pair of nice rump cheeks and a good little hole to fuck...and Edward has a very pleasant arse for buggery...isn't that true, Pip?"
He looked over to the wolf, the grey-furred man breathing hard and fast, almost squirming on the dildo in his bottom.
"Yes, milord," he hissed between clenched teeth, "a fine hole to bugger, yessir..."
"Good for knotted pricks like yours..." the horse savored the sight of the wolf's unattended erection, which the lupine would not be able to touch with his arms secured onto the chair. Any kind of erotic play would have to come from within, from the sizeable dildo embedded in his rear.
"Oh yes, sir," Pip said.
The stallion nudged the lion's erection with his extended foot and smirked when he saw the lion's ears flick with surprise from the touch. The curved, barbed prick stood from its bondage of leather straps and steel rings and seemed very hard despite the lion's ambivalence over the situation.
"Would you rather be sitting there on the chair instead of your brother, Robert?" the horse spoke.
The lion's tail stirred, possibly in reaction to the suggestion, and he gave a small nod to the horse.
"If that is what you would desire of me, sir," Robert replied.
The horse clicked his tongue and chortled.
"How eager," he chuckled hollowly, "I know it might not be your...natural inclination, but you might still try to sound a bit more enthusiastic about all the opportunities for pleasure that I offer for you..."
The lion blinked, swallowed, seemed...distant.
"Is that what you command of me, Master?" he spoke, his tongue thick.
"Hmm..." the stallion vocalized.
The lion seemed somewhat confused. Perhaps he was in need of a periodic reinforcement of some of his implanted suggestions. Sometimes the effects seemed to wear off without much of a warning, become convoluted and causing the thralls to suffer odd behavior. He had seen it time and again with his other thralls, and wondered if Robert was experiencing such a setback. It wasn't unheard of, at the least. Nothing was perfect, the horse knew has much. His confidence in his art of the Will was great, but he did not have the unwavering trust some of the books bestowed into what the Germans called animal magnetism.
Or he could just do something else, and thinking about it, he had an idea, in a moment, one that made his own mighty stalk throb with eager desire, as the through formulated in his wicked, brilliant mind.
"Hhmm...oh now I know...sit here, Robert."
"Yes, sir."
The horse tucked himself into his slacks and pulled the cord tighter before he stood up. The horse did not want to experience the undignified shock of dropping his trousers in front of his thralls, even if he knew that they did not have any modest, as per his orders to them. He walked across the room, past the wolf with the leaky, musky cock and sitting on the prostate-squishing dildo chair, and over to one of the storage cabinets that lined one side of the room. He might not have used them too often, preferring the thralls to do the actual hard manual work, but he had personally chosen everything, fondled them, placed upon their assigned spots in the storage facilities from where he could ask his servants to retrieve them, to be put back to exactly the same places so that he too could find them with ease whenever the whim struck him.
This was certainly one of those times, and he hummed a little music hall tune as he opened a draw and selected what he liked. He settled for some metal shackles that had large, sturdy steel hoops on them. The shackles might not have been quite as comfortable as the generously padded leather cuffs he preferred to use for long-term bondage and suspension on his servants, for causing them discomfort brought him little pleasure. These would serve his purpose very well at this point, however, he decided, taking the key, and selecting a few suitable leather straps with buckles before he returned with his hoard to the divan. The stallion dropped them onto the leather couch and looked at the lion, sitting there, as if he had forgotten what he was supposed to be doing at this particular moment.
"Raise your arms in front of you, Robert."
The lion obliged without a hitch. The stallion opened the hinged part of the shackle and closed it around the tiger's wrist. He pushed the locking pin into place and turned, the mechanism being of quite ingenious design that required no key but still providing a secure enclosure of the swinging metal loop. It made a satisfying, clicking sound of steel on steel when it was closed, and he tugged on it to make sure that it was quite well and truly locked about the lion's sturdy arm.
"Oh, very good," he said, "the other one now."
"Yes, sir."
The lion didn't do a thing when the horse applied the second cuff and locked it as well, adjusting it so that the loops were located on the outer sides of the lion's wrists. He selected one of the larger cuffs, glanced at the lion's bare footpaws, and snorted.
"Well, look what I have to do now...but I'll oblige now, Robert...this is such a special occasion, you see..." the horse rumbled with little mirth in his voice when he got on his knees in front of his servant, for the purpose of enclosing the metal shackle about his ankle.
"Hope you're enjoying the sight of my arse there, Pip," the horse murmured, at work, aware that his posture placed his own rump in the line of sight with the wolf on his throne.
"It is jolly good, milord," the wolf said.
The stallion swished his tail, somewhat amused by the compliment, and picked up the final shackle he required for implementing his plan. It closed into place as easily as the rest, and meant that each of the lion's limns now had one of them complimenting his tan hide.
"Well, this is good," said the Master, getting back up to his hooves.
The stallion picked the lengths of leather from the divan and moved slightly to the side.
"Lie on your back on the couch, Robert."
The lion did so, tail dipping down along the edge for lack of space, when he moved to his back on the couch. He did not have the time to recline there for long with a mildly quizzical look on his face.
"Raise your legs up to the ceiling."
Robert managed the acrobatics without much trouble, large footpaws soon reaching for the wooden paneling above. His tail slumped down which revealed his sexual equipment for the lion's scrutiny, the tightly tucked and ringed balls and the hard cock, pointed and only moderately sized, as lions were often not particularly large in that area, and very musky with his pent up need to breed.
"Grab your legs and pull them up so that you can suck your own prick, Robert. Pull your legs up so that your prick is at your lips and hold it there until I tell you to take it in."
The horse's eyes gleamed with desire, looking at the lion he was ordering to bend over for his pleasure. He could se a little hesitation there, a momentary tense muscle in a place that wasn't related to the posture he was ordered into, but it waned when the lion threw his legs up, raising his rump as well so that he could get his knees close to his chest.
"Up it goes...," said the horse, his cock pulsing with delight.
"Hmmmhh..." the lion rumbled. It took some effort for him to bend into the way the horse required of him, even with his feline agility provided by his stretchy spine. His ass reached high up in the air and his hips dangled over, his weight pushing some of the rest of the way so that the lion's prick eventually hovered an inch away from his muzzle. His eyes were trained at this target, which even released a drop of pre-juice that dribbled onto his nosepad and made him snort. The ensuing rush of air only made his dick pulse harder.
"That's a fine sight right there, Robert," said the horse," but let's make it even better."
The Master flashed a dark smile and pushed the leather strap through the loops attached to the shackles on the lion's left foot and wrist. He twisted the leather through the buckle and tightened it so that the lion's posture became even more constrained.
"Take it in your mouth, Robert."
The lion's lips parted and his dick slipped into his muzzle. The horse pushed the pin through the hole in the leather strap and yanked on the end to secure it for good. The lion's cheeks pursed while he tried to get used to the fact that his prick was in his own maw, and further two inches were forced in when the horse applied the strap to the right side as well before he stepped aside the divan couch to admire the sight of the lion wound about himself and with one half of his dick in his muzzle.
"Well isn't that nice now, Robert?" the horse stroked his fingertips over the lion's cheek, alive with the effort of swallowing the trickle of pre-cum leaking from his perpetually hard and worked-up member.
"Oh I think so..." the stallion crooned. "Sweet juice from a hard prick is such delicious nectar, and you've got your very own supply, my lovely man."
"Hmmpphhh!" the lion snorted air from his nosepads, his maw otherwise occupied.
"Just enjoy that for now, Robert, I'll have to check up on your brother before we play some more."
The horse turned about on his hooves and left the lion suspended on the divan, cock in his muzzle and with his ass up in the air. The stallion was smirking to himself as he approached the wolf on the bondage chair, sweat pouring over his muzzle and matting the leather of the harness crisscrossing his chest. It seemed to be quite the strain for him, to simply sit on the prick lodged in his rear and with the bondage making it impossible for him to really adjust his position much, to bring any relief of the endless pressure on his sensitive, stretched, prodded buttons.
"Liking the sight of your brother over there, Pip?" the horse addressed the wolf, while his ears were full of the sloppy noises of Robert sucking on his own cock.
"Yes, sir," the wolf replied roughly.
"You're so sweaty," the horse sniffed the musky wolf, "and needy, too..."
He brushed fingertips against Pip's hard shaft, felt it pulse, and nickered.
"You had Robert play with you earlier, didn't you?" the horse stated.
"I did, milord," Pip answered, "while we were training our new brother...hmmyes..."
The horse flicked his fingertips against the wolf's tip and saw it flex, the stimulation certainly getting onto the wolf quite well. A fat dollop of pre-juice dangled from the piss hole on the end and slid along the canine's shaft. The Master picked it up and sucked his thumb clean of the wolf's musky essence, and smacked his lips when he finished.
"I'm sure you'd fancy another spout of spunk from your tonkers, wouldn't you?" the horse's hand moved lower and he caressed the wolf's nuts, slowly, "you sprayed me last night when you rode my prick..."
"Who...who doesn't, milord?" the wolf replied, almost challengingly. That both aroused and amused the horse. The wolf sure had attitude, enough that not all of it could be hidden under the mellowing effects of the hypnotic suggestions.
"Indeed..." the horse stated.
"Humhphphph!"
The Master glanced over at the lion. The cat was bent over himself and suckling on his cock, eyes closed, tail flicking about while he enjoyed the stimulation allowed to him. The horse doubted he'd be able to achieve an orgasm while under the explicit orders to not do so. A mistakenly eruption might result in an interesting ordeal for him...and the horse always had a secret little list of tricks he could use upon any misbehaving thralls should the situation or need arise.
The moaning lion was alright for now. The horse had lost his interest to a degree. The wolf had his attention for now.
"Hmmm..." he stroked his muzzle in the classic gesture of thoughtfulness. "What to do..."
He knew what to do. He clip-clopped over to a chest of drawers and pulled it open, to reveal and assortment of lacquered wooden boxes, neatly ordered in a row within the draws. He selected one of the boxes and opened it, to reveal the interior shrouded in soft green velvet. A shiny metal object lay on its purpose-built niche on the padded box, but not for very long, before it was quickly picked up by him.
"I think I know just the thing for you, Pip, to give you the best experience for now..." he said.
He held up the object and saw the expression in the wolf's eyes change, entranced or not, sitting on a pole or not.
"Yes...this'll do."
He grasped the wolf's erection and brought the chastity device over. It was composed of two halves and was hinged upon the top side, from the tip to the ring at the base so that all the horse needed to do was to slide it into place and then enclose the wolf's bone, knot and all, into the cold steel embrace of the device. He squeezed, and the locking mechanism snapped into place, only to be opened by a special key that was stored separately from the collection of devices, in the horse's safe behind a combination lock that gave only him access into the device.
He let it go, after making sure that the wolf was fully secured, and the weight of the metal caused the wolf's erection to flop forward and tugging upon it. The wolf let out a surprised hiss and a bark, but he had not much of a choice on the matter. His Master had a particular idea about what he wanted to do, and the wolf was simply a recipient of his actions.
"You should wear the leather strap to keep it stable once you are released from the chair," the horse said, "eventually."
"Yes, sir," the wolf replied.
"To remind you of your place," the horse spoke coolly.
"Yes, milord," Pip rumbled, "I understand, Master."
The horse pecked the wolf's forehead and nickered.
"I'm sure you do, Pip...yes you will..." he stated.
"Yes, milord."
For a moment he considered gagging or at least hooding the wolf, but decided against it. Maybe it'd be more torturous for him to see what he did next.
"And now I think it's time to get a little bit of relief for myself, too...I've been so playful with you two, giving you all the things you could ever want, pricks in arses and muzzles...oh yes..."
He walked by the divan and lifted the lid on a small brass pedestal that looked like an ornate ashtray, but really contained a bowl of the special grease he had placed all over the house for those special moments.
"Now, Robert...I think I know just what to do to make that very special for you..." the horse stated as he spread the milky white cream upon his shaft and tip and then knelt on the couch to aim his blunt horsecock at the tiger's exposed pink little pucker.
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