The Submissive Sow

S.M. Wolf

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Dabareh, Jared and this story are copyrighted 2017 b6y S.M. Wolf and may not be reproduced, in part or in whole, without prior written consent of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Dabareh stood quietly on the slave block. Her body was naked save for the heavy hood covering her head and the ropes tying her wrists behind her. Even if the chain wrapped around her right ankle was not there, she could not see where to run if she tried to escape.

The heat was starting to get stifling. The sun beating down on her black coat made the black bear sow pant, which only made the interior of the hood worse.

Dabareh could hear the muffled sound of furs passing by her as they shopped in the town square. It was the day of the Farmers' Market, and there was a good crowd. The slaves were lined up for sale by the town government to pay for their various crimes. Every so often, somefur would reach out and touch her naked pelt without warning. Each time she jumped in surprise and, sometimes, disgust at what they touched.

The young female bear heard the muffled sound of two furs talking nearby. Unlike others that morning, the sound of their voices did not fade quickly. Instead, they seemed to be standing nearby. She strained to listen.

"You need a servant, if you are going to set up a proper household," the first voice said. "And I am not going to let my seller be seen as second rate because he does not have slaves! We have appearances to maintain Son!"

"Yes, Father," a second voice replied. "I just do not like the choices we have seen so far."

"Humph! You need somefur that you can dominate easily. You are too gentle and nice to the slaves and servants back home. Left alone, they would just walk all over you! You would be serving them before the month was out.

"Maybe this mouse..."

Dabareh thought that the pair moved along, but suddenly she felt a clawtip tracing the white birthmark on her right buttock. She jumped at the unexpected touch. Unlike before, the clawtip did not leave her body. Instead, she felt it run over her ass several times.

"Father, this one," the second voice said.

"A bear? She's much too much for you to handle. Now down here-"

"This one, Father."

Dabareh could not make out the next several seconds of the conversation, but then the younger voice said loudly, "Father, her or none!"

Apparently, that ended the discussion, for shortly thereafter Dabareh felt the chain removed from her ankle. A heavy collar went around her neck. There was a lead attached to it, and she felt herself being pulled along the streets. She was concentrating on not stepping on something or running into a building that she did not have time to listen to the two furs talking but she did catch the tone of their conversation. The father was apparently quite upset with his son.

About fifteen minutes later, they stopped.

"I hope that you know what you are doing," the older fur said in a cranky voice. "I stills say that a bear is too much for you to control! A small prey fur would have been a much better choice!"

"I will be fine, Father," the younger voice said. "Good day!"

"Good day to you too, Son," the elder fur said sullenly before he left.

Dabareh was led into a building. The cool interior felt good after the morning heat. She could hear the door close behind them, and then there was silence. She was left standing there for several minutes. She was uncertain what was happening and had no clue what to expect.

The claw tip returned to her right flank. She jumped again. This time a strong paw grabbed her right elbow and pulled her back into place. The fur holding her stopped admiring her birthmark and instead cupped and stroked her ass cheek. Involuntarily, she lifted her stubby tail.

"Still the same after all these years, Dabareh?" her new owner asked.

Dabareh gasped in shock. How could he know her name or anything about her?

She felt the straps of the hood being undone. A moment later, the hood was pulled off. Dabareh blinked in the sudden light. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust. When they did, they saw the grinning, well-dressed black bear boar standing in front of her.

"Jared?!" she exclaimed in shock.

The bear who now owned her was indeed her childhood friend. They had grown up on the plantation together. He was the owner's eldest son, and she was a scullery maid's daughter. Her parents had moved away a couple of years ago and fallen on hard times. That had resulted in her family being sold into slavery to pay her father's gambling debts.

"How did..." she asked. Her voice trailed off in confusion.

Jared reached out and caressed Dabareh's left cheek.

"You didn't think I would ever forget that birthmark, did you?"

Dabareh blushed furiously as she remembered how many times he had seen it and under what circumstances.

Dabareh looked away.

"I just never expected to see you again," she said in a whisper. "I certainly never expected you to buy me."

Jared forced her muzzle around to look at him again.

"But you are, and I have," he said. "Now, the question is what happens.

"I asked you if you wanted to marry me, and you said no."

"You couldn't!" Dabareh exclaimed. "It would have been scandalous!"

"Perhaps," Jared replied calmly, "but I meant it then. I might even mean it now."

Dabareh's heart skipped a beat. Even after the time apart, she still carried a torch for this boar.

"But are you still the same, Dabareh?" he asked.

"Are you the same sow that played Truth or Dare with me when we were seventeen. You remember that night, don't you, Dabareh? I sneaked a bottle of whiskey out of the liquor cabinet, and we sat around drinking and playing until Lee dared you to give me a blowjob. You pulled down my trousers and sucked me off."

"You came way too early and got your cum all over my face when you pulled out!" Dabareh complained. "I heard all about the 'icing' on my face for weeks."

"You took my virginity that night," Jared told her. "And I loved it."

"After that, I kept after you for more. I kept trying to get you alone until I managed to lure you upstairs to the attic to look for something. I got you alone and tried to kiss you. You weren't having anything to do with that!

"Do you remember the curtain ties that were up there? Remember how I grabbed a couple and tied your paws behind you? Remember how I kissed you for an hour?" Jared asked.

"You were a lousy kisser and groped me more than you kissed me. I spent weeks feeling myself up like you did and thinking about you and your junk."

Jared laughed.

"Was that why you were playing with yourself that night I sneaked into your room and took you?"

"You raped me!" Dabareh exclaimed.

"Did I? I recall you getting up and taking your nightgown off for me without making a peep. You didn't complain either when I tied your wrists and ankles to the bedposts. In fact, the only time you got noisy was when I started thrusting. I had to stuff your panties and my boxers into your muzzle to keep the entire household from hearing you."

Dabareh's face burned, but she replied hotly, "It was barely passable sex."

"Oh, really? Then why did you lure me out to do some skinny-dipping in the river a couple of weeks later?

"That didn't go quite as you planned, did it? Instead of stealing my clothes and embarrassing me, you ended up tied face down with our clothes on that log. Most sows would have been scared, but you just lifted your tail willingly."

Jared sniggered.

"You were certainly surprised when I didn't put it in your snatch!"

"You buggered me! It hurt for a week!" Dabareh complained.

"Not nearly as much as a couple of weeks later, I bet! Remember the barn?"

Dabareh's face burned crimson under her black pelt. She well remembered what happened that fateful day.

"I got you alone in the old barn on a rainy afternoon when no one was working with us. The sudden thunderstorm was keeping everyone inside. I still remember stripping you, tying you to the post, and whipping your ass with the riding crop."

Dabareh turned her head away in a mixture of shame and guilt.

"Do you remember it?" Jared asked insistently.

"NO!" Dabareh lied.

"Strange, because you stole that riding crop again and again. I had to keep 'punishing' my little thief.

"When you called me 'Master' in front of everyone after that first time, it had a whole new, secret meaning."

"It was just some meaningless child's play," Dabareh vacillated even as she recalled getting caught, tied up and caned before being used by this boar. She could feel the wetness between her thighs but ignored it.

"And that last time we were tighter? Remember how I tied you hanging upside-down between the barn posts with your shoulders on the ground and your legs spread as wide as I could get them? I gagged you with that leather bit so no fur would hear and spent hours eating nectar out of your honey pot. I can still recall how sweet it tasted."

"I was glad when it was over. All you did was hurt me!" Dabareh lied. She had orgasmed dozens of times that evening.

"And now here you are. My real life slave. I own you now, I can do whatever I want to do to you, and no fur will say a word. I can be as kind or harsh as I want. I can have you anytime, anyplace, anyhow that I desire, as often as I want."

Dabareh closed her eyes in shame. She knew that Jared was right, and yet his words only made her incredibly horny.

"I hated it then, and I hate it now!" Dabareh exclaimed. Even as she said it, she knew it was a lie.

With her eyes closed, Dabareh missed Jared raising his paw, but she yelped in shock and embarrassment when she felt his paw caress her cunny.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she opened her eyes in shock.

Jared raised his fingers. He held them in front of her muzzle. They glistened in the late morning sunshine coming in through the windows in mute testament to her extreme arousal.

"Really? Then why are you so hot and wet?" Jared asked.

Dabareh gave him no answer.

Jared forced Dabareh to look him in the face.

"Do you want to play those games again, Dabareh? Do you want to be my slave?

"I once asked you to marry me. I meant it then, and I still would be willing, but I think that you would prefer to be my slave instead, wouldn't you?" Jared asked insistently.

Dabareh could not control her feelings or her body. Yet she still had enough rational thought to question the wisdom of being an owned slave for the rest of her life.

"What is it to be, Dabareh?" Jared demanded.

A dam broke inside of Dabareh.

"Please, take me as your slave, Master Jared!" she exclaimed and started to cry.

"I knew that you would say that<" Jared said with a grin.

Jared spun Dabareh around. He pushed her down hard onto the table behind her.

"Oof!" Dabareh exclaimed as the impact of her sternum and breasts against the tabletop drove the air from her lungs.

The impact stunned her long enough for Jared to tie first her left and then her right ankle to the table legs using ropes he had placed there earlier. Another pair of ropes secured her knees to the top of the table legs. She was forced to spread her legs wide, exposing her nether regions completely to her Master. Her head hung over the far edge of the table,

Dabareh tried to raise her head, but Jared pressed her upper torso back down with his left paw. She heard and felt him working on his pants. The sound of his zipper sent chills up and down her spine as she remembered the times before that she had heard it. There was the rustle of clothes as Jared pulled his pants and underwear down. A moment later, he grabbed the base of her tail in his right paw.

Jared thrust his cock into Dabareh's wet snatch. She gritted her teeth and winced in pain. Jared was only of average length, but his girth was almost a freak of nature. At its widest, his shaft was over three fingers wide. It had been some years now since she had last taken him deep within her, and her cunny was out of practice accepting this huge intruder. Gasps of pain escaped her muzzle as he forced her open wider and wider. She could hear his grunts as he impaled her upon his thick member. Once he was in, he ground his crotch against her ass.

There were a few quick, hard thrusts, and then Dabareh felt Jared's hot seed splashing against the inner walls of her cunny. Pent up desire and horniness from her predicament sent her over the edge, and she climaxed as well, despite the quickness of the encounter.

Dabareh could hear Jared's heavy breathing as the bear boar rested above her. After several seconds, he pulled out his half-hard dick and stood up. She looked back and saw him pull off his clothes. Her gaze slid down to his crotch and the large pink member hanging there.

Jared was not yet done with his slave. He walked around and presented his cock to her.

"Lick it clean!" he ordered her.

Dabareh opened her mouth. Jared pushed his member past her open lips. His cock filled her muzzle almost to overflowing. She sucked and licked the pink intruder in her mouth clean. She could taste her own juices on his skin, and they brought back memories of earlier times when they had played at Master and Slave. Now she was truly his slave, and he was exerting his dominance over her. She found herself growing aroused by thoughts of submitting to his will again.

Jared did not withdraw when his dick was clean, so Dabareh continued to suck him off. His shaft stiffened and started to throb. The boar's breathing grew faster until he was panting. With an inarticulate grunt, he shot a wad of jism down Dabareh's throat.

Rather than staying in Dabareh's muzzle and force her to swallow his sperm, Jared pulled out. He rapidly stroked his right paw up and down his shaft as he came. His jism shot from his knob and covered Dabareh's face, much as it had the first time that she had given him a blowjob.

When he was done, Jared ordered Dabareh, "Lick yourself clean!"

Obediently, Dabareh extended her long, supple tongue. She grimaced a bit at the taste of her Master's cum. It was a taste that she had never acquired, but she nonetheless slowly and methodically licked her face clean starting with her muzzle and ending with her forehead.

Jared tapped her left eyebrow and said, "You missed a spot."

Dabareh extended her tongue again and probed around with the tip of her tongue until she found the white splatter. She licked it up and swallowed it down.

Jared laughed and said, "You still have quite the tongue! I am going to enjoy it!"

Jared contemplated the naked bound sow bear lying on the table before him. He laughed and said, "I wonder what my Father would say if he could see me now? I bet he would be surprised with how I am dominating you so easily.

"But then you were always a submissive little sow, weren't you? You could have gotten me into a ton of trouble, but instead you kept coming back for more and more.

"And the rougher it was, the more you seemed to enjoy it. Right?"

Dabareh looked away in shame. Her face was ablaze in embarrassment.

Jared pulled Dabareh's muzzle back around.

"Am I right? Did you always enjoy playing my submissive slave?" the boar demanded. "Did you like it when I got rough with you?"

After a moment's more hesitation, Dabareh confessed, "Yes, master! Always liked it when you tied me up and played rough!"

Jared just laughed. Dabareh's cheeks burned even fiercer. Still, her cunt was dripping nectar onto the wooden floor as she waited for Jared's next move.

Jared smiled and went to a bookshelf. He took a long, ornate wooden box down from the very top. She expected it to be dusty, but it gleamed in the late morning sunlight.

"Remember this?" Jared asked as he held the box in front of her opened the top.

Dabareh gasped. Inside was the riding crop that she had stolen after the first time Jared had beaten her.

"After you gave it back the day that your family left, I kept it in my room to remember you. When I moved here, I commissioned a master carpenter to make the box for me so that I could keep your memory alive every time that I looked at it.

"I never thought that I would use it on your ass again."

Dabareh was both surprised and touched by his not only keeping the crop but also valuing it so much. Then she blinked as Jared's words regarding her ass sank in. She looked up at him in some fear. He ignored her and took the crop from the felt lined interior of the box. He closed the box and set it on the table beside Dabareh.

Slowly Jared walked around behind her. She turned her body as best she could to follow his movements. Every so often, she could hear the whistle of the crop cutting through the air, as he seemed to test it. It was a sound that she well remembered, and one that presaged other things.

Jared glared at Dabareh and said sternly, "Turn around, slave!"

Dabareh licked her lips in fear. For just an instant, she thought about rebelling and telling him no, but the moment passed, and she obediently turned around and lowered her head. She stared at the floor as she waited. There was a strange mixture of dread, anticipation and arousal churning in her gut.

CRACK!

Dabareh winced in pain. Jared had delivered a firm blow that hurt her hide, but was far from the worst she had ever received at his paws. However, she also knew that he always began slow and finished hard. The question was, how long would this continue, and how painful would it be?

CRACK!

As she had anticipated, the second stroke was stronger than the first and hurt more.

CRACK!

Slowly and methodically, Jared caned Dabareh's ass. It did not take very long for her to be crying out in pain as each stroke left behind a line of fire on her buttocks. Every so often, he would use the tip the crop on her haunches. The loop of leather hitting her pelt was nowhere as severe, but he was able to flick it over her flanks rapidly. The pain quickly increased until she would cry out, and he would stop for a moment before returning to cropping her bottom.

Dabareh lost count of the strokes that Jared delivered. All she felt was the rising fires in her ass and crotch. He brought her to the edge repeatedly and then backed off. Each time she cried out in desperation. She begged him for more strokes to take her over the top, but he denied her release.

Dabareh whimpered around her pain as Jared brought her closer and closer to climax again. She tried to hide her arousal, but her dripping snatch betrayed her to him. It was clear that she was ready to cum. Unlike the previous times, he did not relent this time. Instead, he delivered a series of rapid-fire strokes.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Dabareh screamed loudly as she felt the final stroke release all the pent up sexual energy in her body. She climaxes so hard that she ejaculated. The orgasm seemed to last forever. It was several minutes before she became aware of the room and her Master again. Even then, she was basking in the warm afterglow of her orgasm and only partially aware of her surroundings.

"Well, well, well!" Jared said as he looked down at Dabareh. "It seems that you do indeed still like it rough!"

Dabareh was still panting far too hard after her climax to reply. All she could do was look up at him and wonder if she should nod her head yes or not. To admit that he was right carried with it both promise and danger, and she was still not sure if she wanted them, even if she seemed destined to be his submissive sow slave.

"Do you?" Jared asked emphatically. He raised the crop to emphasize his point.

Dabareh came to herself quickly and yelled, "Yes, Master!"

Her entire burned at the admission, but at the same time, she felt a strange sense of contentment and a growing sexual warmth in her belly.

"Good! I look forward to playing many other games with you. This place has not only a cellar for storing goods, but also a nice subcellar. With the cotton from the plantation stored in the cellar, no fur will ever be able to hear you scream down there.

"For now, though..."

Jared tossed the riding crop down onto the table by her head. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them even wider. Dabareh's eyes grew wide as she realized through her pain-induced befuddlement that he was fully erect again and dripping copious amounts of precum.

"Master, please-!" she started to beg before he thrust the knob of is wide cock past her anus.

Dabareh screamed in pain, but Jared thrust repeatedly. It felt like Jared was sawing her in half from the crotch up. It had always been painful when he took her in the tail hole, but with her being out of practice, it was doubly so. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Still, by the time she felt his lower abdomen press against her abused ass, Dabareh was close to the brink of yet another orgasm. It amazed her how Jared's abuse and domination of her aroused her.

Jared withdrew partially and then started thrusting into her behind. At first, he used short, slow thrusts, but as her anal muscles relaxed some, he thrust harder and deeper until he was smacking his crotch against her ass hard enough to cause Dabareh to cry out in pain from the blows to her punished bottom.

Dabareh orgasmed with a very vocal cry. Jared responded by hilting his beefy member in her ass hole and painting the interior of her rectum with his hot white jism. They were tied together for some time as each experienced the thrill of a magnificent sexual climax.

When he was done, Jared collapsed onto Dabareh. She shifted under his weight before becoming still. When he regained his breath, Jared kissed Dabareh and said, "You're still the hottest, sexiest,kinkiest sow I've ever known!"

Dabareh ducked her head, but at the same time, she smiled at his compliment. She still secretly loved Jared, even after the years apart.

Jared worked his paws under Dabareh and cupped her breasts. As he played with them, he whispered into Dabareh's left ear, "I missed you, and I still love you. If you want your freedom and my ring, you can have them both, and Father be damned!"

Dabareh smiled and shook her head no. It was gratifying to hear him say this, but she preferred to be his slave.

"Maybe one day, but not today," she told Jared. "You see, I have been a very bad girl since I left, and I need a strong, firm boar to punish me for all the things I have done wrong these past few years plus all the things I am going to do wrong in the future."

Jared nuzzled her ear and asked playfully, "And what do you plan to do wrong in the future?"

"I don't know." Dabareh said. "My Master had not told me yet."

Jared just laughed as he thought about the possibilities. Dabareh smiled broadly as well, despite her sore behind and other parts. It felt so good to be dominated by the boar of her dreams again.