Release The Hounds
#5 of Dealing with the Devil
Cyanne woke many hours later house in a cage by herself. The wires of the cage hurt her skin, which was bruised beneath the fur from the abuses of her captors. It took her a moment to get her bearings and move to a sit in the cramp little cage. Slowly she took in the room outside her cage, seeing blood staining the floor and bed. Her ears flattened as she glanced to see her cage mates. The wolf creature was crushed into one of the nearby cages, as was an elf, and a human. But there was no sign of the winged creature she vaguely remembered.
She did not however, need to wait long before the door opened and the two demons she remembered were her purchasers entered the room. The largest of the two, the blue-gray hulk of a demon that was Dukan moved over to her cage and eyed the creature. She drew to the farthest part of the cage away from him as he eyed her.
"Why did you get such a scrawny thing?" Dukan asked with a frown as he glanced back at the smaller red skinned form of his long time friend, and partner in crime, Mistin. Mistin glanced over the female with a chuckle, "I bought her for Ryder."
Dukan got a bemused look on his features. "Aw, isn't that nice of you. A nice little kitty for Ryder. He will be quite pleased that you remembered him." He said with a laugh as he opened the cage and grabbed the feline by an arm and drug her from her cage and dropped her to the floor.
"Well you go get Ryder and I'll get his present ready for him." Mistin grinned, and disappeared through the Shadows to retrieve his favorite pet. Dukan glanced down at the curled up feline with a grin. He leaned over and grabbed her again by an arm and drug her to the center of the room where there were manacles setup on the floor. She did not hinder or help his moving of her, dragging along the floor unwilling to make this easier on them.
She had no idea what or who Ryder was, but she knew they were, just as they humans, simply going to use her as an object to satiate lust on and little else. Dukan placed the wrist of the arm he held into one of the manacles, and then grabbed her other arm, placing that in one as well, leaving her arms tied to the ground he moved to grab her tail and lifted her back end up by it, and positioned her back end over the manacles he wanted to use for her legs, and then released it and closed manacles over her ankles. When all was said and done he had secured her on her hands and knees, making it painful for her to do anything but stand there on her hands and knees.
He was almost tempted to ream her himself, her delicate sex displayed as it was, he really had to hold himself in check, as the door opened and Mistin walked in with their honored guest, the fairly large Hellhound, Ryder.
Ryder was a simple Hellhound, not one of the greater one's which had wings. He was a large well muscled creature, that dwarfed the majority of his kind. He was larger then even a Great Dane and weighed quite a bit. His fur was very short, much like that of a Doberman, but where Dobermans were black and tan, he was red and black.
The large beast stayed at his masters side, though his ears pricked forward at the sight of a female tied as the catgirl was. Mistin chuckled as he saw the creatures interest.
Cyanne's eyes grew large as she saw the beast, and she tried to draw away but was shackled in place. Mistin laughed at the female's reaction. "Aw, kitty doesn't like her new playmate."
Dukan grinned, "Well, Ryder does tend to play with his food before he... eats it." He said with a wicked grin. Mistin laughed. The feline let out a terrified whimper.
"Go head Ryder." Mistin said, laughing as the Hellhound bounded over to the captive female, and sniffed her up and down, rudely thrusting his nose between her legs to drag his tongue over her slit. The disgusting slobbery feeling of the tongue caused the catgirl to tense up. She offered a hiss at the dog, "Go away! Leave me alone!" She yelled at the large creature, who paid her no mind.
Instead he began to sniff at her head, and licked that as well, soaking her face in his slobber and silencing her right quickly, afraid if she continued to speak she would end up with the disgusting tongue in her muzzle.
Ryder leapt up suddenly, mounting the female's face, and suddenly she realized the creature was aroused. His rather impressively large member was slipping out of its sheathe. The heavy brute locked his paws behind her arms and crushed her breast into her chest painfully. She cried out but quickly clamped her mouth shut as the Hellhound began to thrust at her face, almost ending up with his member shoved into her throat. Instead it hit hard against her muzzle several times as she turned away he humped at her face still, hitting his member harshly against her cheek. It smelled strongly of a scent that reminded her of moss.
After a few failed attempts to find something warm and gooey for his throbbing member the Hellhound slipped off the female's front end, stuffing his head under her belly and between her legs to lap at her privates again, eliciting a tensing of muscles from the feline. After a moment Ryder moved back around the female, and mounted her the right way, his legs locking around her hips. He shifted himself forward until his huge member slide right against her entrance, causing her ears to flatten.
"Get off me you big brute!" She cried out, Ryder paid her no mind however, tightening his legs around her hips and bucking his own, forcing the tip of his cock into her only slightly. He was too large for her, and it took three more thrust before he made any further progress into her, slipping a few inches in. She cried out in pain as he stretched her so, but her pain did not matter to the beast. He pulled out a small bit and thrust into her again, the lubrication of blood and the little wetness caused by his licking made him slip in until his member touched her cervix, which elicited a shriek of agony from the captive catgirl. And still his member was only halfway in.
The beast began to thrust hard once he was halfway in, it was only a few before he easily ripped through her cervix, causing her scream and blood to begin to pour down her legs. Still the hound was undaunted, lost in its own pleasure, it began to pound her, his large knot striking against her with each hard thrust seeking entrance into her. He had remarkable stamina, and continued to pound away at her for nearly an hour, by that time she had nearly passed out from the pain.
Finally he pushed hard enough into her that his knot found its way into her, which was another burst of great agony for her. She let out a moan of pain as he continued for a few minutes more to thrust as he could before his knot flared inside her, and his hot seed filled her enough that there was a visible bump inside of her. She passed out from this, her body going limp beneath the hound whom for his part licked at the back of her neck and head. He slipped down off of her, standing butt to butt with her as he waited for himself to be able to slip lose, pulling a bit every few minutes until he finally slurped out with a flood of liquids dribbling out of the catgirl.
Dukan grinned, "He likes." He noted, glancing to Mistin who nodded.
"Indeed, and I bet the rest our pets would like to enjoy her as well. Take her out to the barracks and set her up there for them." Mistin said, with a wry grin. Dukan moved to untie the feline, and hoisted her passed out form over his shoulder and slipped into the Shadows after patting Ryder on the head.
"Good boy." Dukan said, as he left to take Cyanne to her new life as the Hellhounds personal toy, as short of a life as it might be.