Slavery - Part Three
Her master owned a beautiful, very large home. Almost a mansion, though she would never call it that. She spent too much time just upstairs, and the only way she was permitted to go downstairs when her master requested something to sooth his appetites. Or if he wanted to fuck her somewhere special, which was not often. Her ears pinned back against her head and she whined.
"Dawn?"
His voice requested out of nowhere, and she mewed in acquiesce the moment she was addressed.
"Yes master?"
The answer was brief and reserved, but it had to be. She remained quiet unless she was jammed under him. She would cry and moan, her body was constantly aroused by him. But it was worse, she had become irritable yesterday, and now when she looked at him, she wanted him. Hard, fast, rough demanding.
Heat flooded between her thighs, making them dewy as she watched him at his desk. Paying no attention to her, but waiting impatiently until she arrived at his side. He growled in his throat lowly, because her arousal was very obvious. She was like a dog in heat, and it was certainly not unappealing. She made no mess anywhere, but she wanted to ride him. Which normal would have shocked her, she usually hated her body being used.
But it had been used, and she was already adjusting to the fact after three days. She had been given no clothes, and walked around with her tail in the air just begging to be mounted. She was always wanting, because he took her ass. Never yet had he been between her legs in her moist heat. He said that was only for the right time.
It was going to be soon. She chuckled softly and looked at the master of the house expectantly. Then he shocked her by saying, "Get the hell out of here."
A soft mew escaped her lips again and she leaned back as if she had been smacked. She had sucked him off, let him fuck her ass, had him up between her breasts... and she was dismissed when she was desperate for him to mount her and shove himself up the plush, sweet slit of her body and so deep between her wet legs that it hurt? A soft growl rumbled on her lips, but she inclined his head to his thoughtlessness and turned around, and stormed out into the bedroom.
Never a dramatic exit, because the doors to it were wide open and just across his hallway. She scrambled up into his bed wordlessly, mad that she was a sex slave and still had to get herself off. Never in a million years would she have thought he would do this to her. This morning, she had his balls rolling around against her lips as she licked and sucked him until he came all over her face with a healthy roar of male appreciation, and he refused to jam his cock up between her wet thighs.
She moaned as she fell face first into the bed, and leaned over and grabbed the first thing she could find, her brush with a long handle so she could brush herself at a lazy angle when she wanted. A very cat like thing to do, she swallowed hard as she eyed it, and then lifted her hips upwards. She groaned, arching as she spread her legs in a sexy suggestiveness. Moaning, she shuddered as she slowly leaned into the bed, pushing her warm, heated face into the pillow as she mewed helplessly.
Damn her master for making her do this to herself, she swallowed again as tension built, and then she muttered, "The hell with it," and jammed the thick, wide handle up between her legs until it started widening to take on the bristles. She cried out as her hips bucked, and she hissed at how loud her cry as been. She could not bring herself to care as she used her paw to start grinding it in and out of her, making sure it put a sharp, painful pressure against her insides as she panted and tilted her head back.
"Ooh finally!" Her lusty voice cried out as she arched, her hips rocking like someone was inside her, gyrating her hips so the hard, thick handle rubbed her all the right ways. She shouted in pleasure as she ran over her sensitive body. It was pleasurable, and it soothed the need to have the absent male between her legs.
She stayed like that, her tail lifted in the air, letting her body become slick as hell as she thrust the brush back and forth between her legs. "Meeeow," She audibly sighed, her body trembling violently and she hissed very softly and licked her lips.
"Kitten!" Her master's voice shocked her out of her happy daze for a moment, but she kept the brush thrusting hard, not caring what the punishment would be. It felt so good; she wanted it to never stop.
Her hips had ached and burned and were hot and untouched for three long days and she wanted it to never happen again, it was too long. She moaned and looked back as him, turning her head and blinking in surprise at him. Her master stood at the edge of the bed, eyeing her body like it was something to eat as she shoved the brush in and out of her body at a hard, pleasuring speed.
"In a... minute... master..," She panted in response as he met her eyes, and she watched him, suddenly shoving the brush harder between her legs, making her hips raise as she cried out in pleasure, saying his name as she did so. She knew it was forbidden-but it was his fault for making her so goddamn hot.
It felt good when it thumped against her body, but she would rather that hard, pulsing flesh that he was revealing as he stripped and crawled closer to take its place. She sighed, preparing herself for another ass-fucking, and she reluctantly drew the long handled brush from between her legs. She moaned happily as it drew out and probed her roughly, briefly.
As the canine with the blue fur mounted her she leaned into the bed and buried her face down against the bed in the sweetest form of submission she could have managed. She mewed in arousal at him, telling him wordlessly that the ache was still between her legs. She felt him breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against her body and she hissed, lifting her hips to press her ass firmly against his body. He snarled down at her softly, and she braced herself for another pounding.
His tip had already emerged from his sheath, but not yet was he fully out and hard. She whined as he rubbed himself on her ass firmly, lengthening, hardening until she thought she would burst into pieces if she was not shoved into this instant. Her master seemed to sense this, and he latched his paws onto his legs, and shoved up between her legs, filling her as he continued to grow to his full length.
"Ooh hell!" Dawn cried in surprise, excitedly as the thick, twitching, pink cock filled her more firmly than the brush handle could have ever dreamed of doing. Her wet body instantly milked as his thickness, and she moaned in relief, gasping as she tipped her hips and reached down between them, making her body grind against his better as he started swing at her. She moved her paw to her moistness and opened her body for him more, wanting the raw power of his cock not to have any resistance.
Her hips jerked softly as he shoved against her, his full, copious inches shoved in her body, making her hips burn as they tightened possessively around the cock riding her. Oh, this was much better, she moaned like her body was on fire and she hissed as he thumped harder. Banging up against her hard enough that when he hit her, it hurt and caused a ripple effect with her body. Close enough to be a cat, but not enough for her. She hissed, begged even, "Master... more, more.... your kitten needs more..."
He gave into her begging with more roughness, jerking her body forwards and up as he rammed into her like a stallion would, the long, thick flesh of him making her body tighten more and ache. That was the way to do it, to do her. She mewed, more pleased than anything as her wet, swollen lips rubbed on her paw as she made sure she stayed open.
The air tickling her sluttish spread out body as she begged for him to do her hard, do her the way he wanted to. The hammering response of his hips was bruising, but she made such a fuss of pleasure that even the short, constant hard drums of his body banging hers was silenced by the sounds of pleasure she made.
"You're so fucking tight..." Her master grated out as he rammed himself more excitedly between her legs, and she smiled sarcastically at that. Three days of constant around, no relief, no touch between her legs until today... of course she was tense, of course her body ached and demanded and tightened... "Such a fucking, tight cunt, kitty, oooh, good slave..." She hissed, her free paw clawing down across the blankets of the bed as one particular thrust hurt, and she yelped in pleasure.
"Again, master, again!" She screeched in dismay as he missed the spot on his return swing, and he obeyed her desperation this time (Though she would surely be smacked across the ass multiple times for it later) and he jutted up into her like a beast, and she howled as it brought out her more desperate side.
She yowled and fussed more, making her body thud into his firm pounding hips to make sure he hit the spot he had found, setting her off and making her scream like a hellcat, yowling like someone was killing her as her body shook in pleasure.
Suddenly her master slowed for it a moment, then stopped his pace. She knew he started swelling at that moment, but all she could do was force her trembling body to take the slow, hard, painful and determined thrusts that were all about trying to get as deep as possible into her wet hips. Making her well aware he was affected by her excitement as he stretched her with his swelling cock. And he was growling like a rabid dog as he tried to stretch her more, tried to get the knotting flesh deep enough into her hips that would content him.
As his hot flesh locked into her, he continued to tug and thumped gently. His flesh stretching her wide as she dropped her paw away from her body, to just enjoy the sensations his cum would offer between her body for the first time ever. Dawn shook her head as he came in hard wave of relief, panting and clawed into the bed hard, her body shook in pain. She swallowed deeply and mewed in arousal, glad he had understood her insistence.
Hissing as he filled her body, she leaned against the bed and closed her bright eyes, panting under him as she rubbed against him softly. She felt his warm cum slow after another minute or so, and she bit her lower lip. Her body moaned with approval from the soreness between her legs.
"Master..."
"Mhm?" Her male responded in the softest sound as her nuzzled her body like a mate would, but she knew better than to expect the cuddling afterwards unless they were going to sleep. She was his mate, by all means. But she was also his slave. His kitten. His property.
"Will you please fuck my ass again? I want to feel you pulsing in my tight, hungry ass, riding me until I can't walk anymore..." The begging again had begun, and she was all too willing to give her body to her master.