Abuse Me More
What started out innocent as a game between friends you never imagined could end like this, with her collapsed on the floor, still bound, sweat and come dripping from her fur, and yet still eager for more despite the sore, abused state of her body.
Here in this dungeon, she's just Fucktoy, and she loves that role. Her role is to please you, whether that is with her body or her torment. You've sampled both, and she gives both willingly.
You push her limits and she gives all in exchange, her pleasure drawn from your desires. She's a toy, to be shared with friends at parties, for personal amusement, for abusing and using whenever you want, or anyone else for that matter.
If you put her in a room with ten naked males and ordered her to pleasure them she would, without question. That's how deep it goes for her.
Now she's laid on the floor, arms bound behind her back so that the left paw touches her right elbow and vice versa. If she were to get up, the ropes continue around to the front, making a harness that pulls tight around her breasts, making them stand out all the more. She's only small but a bit of rope works wonders on accentuating parts. Her crotch and legs are rope free but even as she lies on the floor face down, panting and letting out the occasional low moan, come dripping from her opening, which is red and raw, she's got her tail raised, begging silently for more.
She loves the abuse.
You move round to her head and force it up by pulling her hair. She lets out a sound of protest, a half moan, half grunt, as her head's forced up, eyes half-lidded, but still fixed on your cock as you push it into her face. You rub it over her face a couple of times, then slap it against her cheek, which makes her moan again.
"Suck it."
That's all it takes for her to open her mouth and latch onto the tip of your cock, tongue working at the sensitive spot on the underside of the head. You let out a low hiss of pleasure, letting her just do that for a moment before pushing your length further into her mouth, forcing her to take more. one paw guiding your cock into her eager muzzle, the other pulling her head down onto your cock by her hair. She lets out another moan around the hardness that fills her mouth, forces in until you can feel the back of her throat against the head. You hiss again, and drag her head off your cock, until only the tip remains in her muzzle. Her lips are swollen and sore from sucking, having her muzzle fucked, but she's still willing and eager. You use your grip on her hair to force her head back down, and thrust her onto and off of your cock, fucking her muzzle hard. She moans around it, eyes falling closed completely, a deep flush spreading across her cheekbones.
"Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?"
You don't expect an answer and she wouldn't give you one even if she didn't have your cock filling her muzzle. It doesn't need an answer, her lips and tongue working eagerly over your hardness say it all. You only ask her for the humiliation value. She loves being told what a slut she is, how she's just here to be used, fucked, abused. It gets her off. So does the toy you pressed into her body before after you'd finished pumping her full of come, which you have the remote for in your paw now. A swift button click and a low buzz fills the air. Her response is instant, a muffled cry and her hips begin to jerk, her body so used it's sensitive to even the slightest touch, never mind the vibrations of an egg inside her.
"Don't even think about stopping, dirty little kitty. Suck it and don't stop until I say you can."
She moans her agreement and sucks at your cock again as you resume fucking her mouth, her body quivering from the vibrations of the egg. You're nothing if not good at what you do, the egg is positioned inside her just so that it tortures her sensitive inner spot perfectly, and you know she'll need to come soon. So you fuck her muzzle that little bit harder, pushing her to take more, to take all of it. She keeps moaning and whimpering against it as it forces further into her mouth, the blush along her cheekbones getting deeper as she's tortured, teased, pushed closer to yet another release. She won't be able to tell you how many times she's come today, nor can you, but she's still ready to take more in the name of pleasuring you. Her hips spasm violently, tail lashing from side to side as she tries to hold back. Her muffled cries vibrate against your cock, making you hiss yet again, and the tear that slips from her eye is one you know stems from the overwhelming pleasure rather than any distress.
"Want to come?"
She lets out a strangled "mmhmm!" noise around your cock and you smirk, clicking the remote again, and the buzzing stops.
"Too bad. You don't deserve to come yet, I'm still not finished. Now work hard, and if I come I'll think about letting you do the same."
She moans in frustration, a low "mmmmpfffh!" but you can tell she's concentrating fully now as she sucks harder, working your cock as you continue fucking her muzzle, using the skills she's learned since becoming your fucktoy to bring you to your edge rapidly. You snarl as her tongue works the tip when you pull back, making your cock jump threateningly in her mouth, and pull fully out, paw gripping your cock and jerking it once, twice and you come aiming at her mouth, which she holds open to catch it, but a fair amount spills to the floor too. You keep hold of her hair until you finish, then push her away roughly.
"Clean that up."
She drops to the floor on her front when you push her, and squirms forward to the puddle of come on the floor when you give your order, licking at it, cleaning it up like you trained her to do. She'll lick your come from most any surface now. She knows you wouldn't make her lick it off anywhere unclean. She's obedient now, she won't argue with you at all. When you first started, she protested when you told her to lick the come from the tiled floor. You held her head down in it until she did, and realised that you'd washed the floor and it was perfectly clean. You always do before anything happens, so she's safe and won't get sick from doing these things.
"Good little cocksucker. Maybe I should fuck you again."
She whimpers, her muzzle laying on the floor, her hips raised but her chest pressed to the floor. You grab her by the back of the rope harness that encases her chest and drag her up. She hangs in your grip, as you lift her to what would be her feet if she weren't too weak to put them beneath herself. She doesn't protest though, just hangs from your paw. You pull her over to the spanking stool and push her down onto it, and she obediently spreads her legs into position, letting you lock the restraints around her ankles to keep her from escaping. You run another rope from her armbinding rope to a ring at the front to keep her prone over the stool, her rear raised and exposed. She lifts her tail expectantly and also with an air of practice, like she's done this before. She has, of course, as you run the end of the crop over her exposed rump cheeks, just teasing for the moment. She holds perfectly still, waiting.
You give her a sharp smack with the crop on the right cheek, and she takes it without a sound.
"Good girl, I see all this training's working nicely."
She opens her eyes, and her expression to an outsider would look like one of despair, but is really one you recognise of utmost pleasure. Finally, and for the first time tonight, she speaks.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." Another slap of the crop, this time to the other cheek. "Dirty little kitty, you like being whipped, don't you?"
You don't bother waiting for a response before laying into her hide with the crop, alternating the side each successive blow lands on. She twitches as you strike her, but doesn't cry out or ask you to stop. You trained her out of that long ago. When you first started she wouldn't take a crop or cane. You tricked her out of her stubbornness and refusal to try by blindfolding her and then caning her. She loved every minute of it, and was shocked when she was released and saw the implement that had left such delightful pain running across her rump was none other than a cane which she would have fled from before. You love to push her boundaries, beyond what she thinks is bad but you can tell is just her mind being strange, when the body is crying out for it.
Her rump cheeks have turned pink while you mused, and you discard the crop, deciding to trade it for that cane that she so loves. You aim the first blow across both cheeks and give her a whack with it, a fairly hard one at that. That does elicit a cry from her. A sharp yelp. You tap her on the right cheek warningly.
"Remember the rules. You cry out, I punish you. Take it like I trained you to, slut..."
She whimpers at the degrading words and nods. You always train her when she's strained as far as she can be without breaking. If she can obey you in this state she can endure it in a lesser state. She loves being pushed this far, to the point of being the panting, come-stained creature bound to the stool having her hide caned. She'll deny it in public but secretly, when it's only you and her, she will admit she loves being abused like this. You keep striking her, varying the placement and the intensity of the blows. She flinches with every sharp stinging slap of the cane, the thinness of it concentrating the pain, but keeps quiet, only panting weakly. You don't think she'll take them all silently, and keep an ear open for any slip.
She's good, and you're impressed. She has one little slip at the last strike, a faint squeak. But you let her have that one as she took the other strokes silently. Her rump burns with red stripes now, and you squeeze it unforgivingly.
"Such a good girl..."
She whimpers at the sharp stab of pain from her abused rump as you squeeze, but you ignore her, simply taking up position behind her, yanking out the egg by its retrieval cord, and pushing in in a single swift movement. She yelps as your hips slap against her sore rump, but she's unable to protest much as her bonds keep her from pulling away. She wouldn't anyway. It hurts, but it's good pain, she's told you before when you were still both training, when you were training her and she was teaching you where her limits were. She's slick still from the last round, making it that much easier to fuck her. You can't see her muzzle, but you know her expression is happiness. Still, it's not quite enough for her to be filled by your cock... so you reach over for the lube and slick her tailhole up too. She flinches, but only from the cold, then relaxes, ready and waiting as you slip the slim plug into her. The plug isn't to open her up for your cock, it's just to fill her that little bit more so she'll come that little harder and quicker. Another thing you've trained her to do - when you first started she couldn't and wouldn't take anything in her ass, now she loves to have the slim one in. She's still not as thrilled about anything bigger, but this one she loves.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy feeling her body tense around your cock as she comes too.
She just stays still beneath you, knowing she doesn't have to work because she's tied down, you'll do all the work, pounding into her. She whimpers and mewls softly as you do so, telling you that you're hitting the right places.
"I want you to come, kitty, hard, for Master."
And just like that, she does. Hours of holding back, pent up need and desire in a single explosion across her senses. You pin the plug in her tailhole in with one paw as she spasms, so her body doesn't push it out with the force of her release. Her body squeezes your cock tight and you almost lose it right there, but just manage to stop yourself, waiting, riding her orgasm to its end before thrusting hard once, twice, three times and you let go yourself, spilling into her as she lays limp and panting beneath you. Fireworks explode on your eyelids as you hold yourself as far inside her as possible, back arching and toes curling. So what if you've already come twice? That just makes this one all the harder. Then, it's over, and you struggle not to collapse on top of her. It takes a minute before you can untie her ropes and lean back to release her ankles, groaning as your cock slips from her, though you do get to smirk at the mess you've made, as it drips from her, a mixture of her juices and yours.
"Here," you order hoarsely, sitting on the floor and patting your lap. She crawls into it and lays on her back, and you gently stroke her belly fur, slipping the plug out of her with your free paw. She purrs, and bats gently at one of your flopping ears.
"Good girl," you tell her, and she smiles gently. It's this moment she craves, the praise and love, but most of all, the knowledge that she's satisfied you.
For you, it's what fulfils you too, makes all the training and hard work worth it - to see the happy kitty purring because she's pleased her bunny.