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I didn't even try to take a nap. I sipped red wine and stared at the glass ceiling of my personal hub. They were like bubbles, like giant spheres that had been spliced in half and set out across the campgrounds. They were big enough to have curved walls and bathrooms and other essentials for privacy, but after about ten vertical feet of curved wall, it opens up into a glass ceiling, permitting me the nightly viewing pleasure of the starry sky. I don't know why, but the kids' hubs only had one or two windows, not much to allow them them to view the outside world. They were the cheaper ones to rent I think. Jesse didn't get to look at the stars as much as he wanted.

I hoped he was smart about leaving. If he wasn't I was in deep shit. He'd have to leave when everybody in his hub was asleep and I had no idea when that could be. I hoped it was early. Our hubs weren't too far away from the kids hubs, within sight, but just barely. There was a massive field which we had to cross every morning to go wake the kids.

I took deep breaths. I'd covered my tracks. I knew what to do, how to act, what to say and how to lead the people searching for Jesse off track. I just hoped I was thorough enough. I'd already roofied some hot cocoa. I'd considered using chloroform but-,

There was a light, insistent tapping at the door of the hub. The clock was at about midnight.

I opened the caramel colored door, after seeing him through the window of it, and let him in. He came in immediately, looking frightened and nervous of the dark outside. He was about a foot shorter than I was, so I pulled him into a hug that buried his head between my breasts and cooed him gently. "Hey little man," I said, closing the door behind him and stroking his hair. "You alright? Anyone follow you? Was everyone in your hub asleep when you left?" I asked.

"Yes Miss Anais, I was smart about leaving. I didn't let anyone see me, no one followed. Its scary outside," He said as he pulled out of the hug, blushing from being in such an intimate position. He was mine, but not just yet. He looked up at the ceiling and gasped, his big brown eyes twinkling with delight and wonder as he realized he need not stand outside to view the stars. I'm sure he knew about the glass ceiling but just forgot about it. "Woah..." He said.

"Pretty, isn't it." I said, and i took his little hand, leading him to sit down on the bed with me. I pushed in the side and folded it into a couch, and he looked so amazed. "What, do they not have that in the kids' hub?" He shook his head, sitting on the red sheets, the white comforter curled around his body. I picked it up and set it on his shoulders, allowing him to sit back and look up.

Grabbing my red wine for myself, I also went to the tiny kitchen area and picked up the hot cocoa I'd prepared for him, getting giddy at the thought of the warm little boy falling apart in my arms in live action.

He seemed equally as excited about the simple prospect of hot cocoa, downing a few gulps as soon as I had handed it to him. I sat down on his right side and put my arm around him. Then I realized that the lights were on. I snapped my fingers twice and we were plunged into darkness.

He gasped. The glare of the lights on the glass ceiling vanished, and there was nothing but us and the stars. His warm, small delicate body was vibrating with happiness about it. I was happy to finally be getting this. Finally, after so much fantasizing. After so many concealed erections. "Thank you so much for this, Miss Anais. You don't know what it means to me."

"I know it means you'll be sleep deprived tomorrow for camp. This can only be for an hour or two." I said. I couldn't see my hands in front of my face, but I grabbed the rest of the comforter and cast it across my body. I was wearing a sweatshirt and pajamas. I was getting harder and harder in my pajamas. I was very well endowed, and i just faced my groin away from him for now, allowing myself to grow to full mast and leak precum. "I like you a lot. I want you to know that, Jesse. You're my favorite scout. I wish there was some way to give you all the badges in the world."

"Really? I'm your favorite? Why?"

"Cos you're just so damn cute," I said, giggling. He chuckled as well, and finished off the rest of his hot cocoa. There was no going back now. All in. "I like you. I know you get all blushy when I hug you." I allowed my hand to begin to slip into his waist, peeling up his shirt to grip his bare fur. He didn't flinch when I did, but I could feel him getting tense. I stroked there a little bit. "Do you think i'm pretty, Jesse? Do you like it when i hug you like that?" It was too dark to see his facial expression.

"Umm, um yeah, yes I think you're... you're pretty."

"Well you don't have to worry about anything, okay? You won't get in trouble if you're curious. Is there anything you're curious about?" I let my hand slip a little further down, further until I reached his waistband. I slipped two fingers in and let them stay there. "Because I know there's a few things that I'm curious about, for you."

"Miss Anais, maybe this wasn't a good idea, m-maybe-" I hushed him, and pulled him closer. The little thing was shaking, and it was so cute. I just wanted more of that sweet helplessness.

"Shhh, no talking. This was a good idea, Jesse. This was a very good idea." I slipped my hand further down. He wasn't running, but he was shaking, frozen. I was fully erect, and i was facing him now. It was poking into his leg. With my other hand I took his hand and gripped his wrist firmly. If I could get his other hand I could restrain him easily, pin him down. I pushed him down, back onto the couch with my body and I brought myself to sit on his waist. Well that also works. He was immobilized, and I could hear quiet tears starting to flow.

My hands were free to explore his upper body and torso as they wished, and in my right pajama pocket I had some zip ties. They were rudimentary but they'd do the job until he passed out. He wasn't a strong boy, there wasn't going to be much struggling when he faced me as a sexual adversary. "Miss Anais..." I heard him say through tears. "What are you doing?"

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, Jesse. You are mine. You are no one elses from here on out." With his hands I think he was trying to resist, push me off of him, and I just allowed more of my weight to rest on his hips and I heard him wince. "Resisting isn't going to work, Jesse. You know how strong you are and you know how strong I am." I tugged down my pajamas, letting my eight inch long, heavy, black, musky cock flop free. It stood at mast, not going down to touch his body until I leaned a little more over and it rested on his chest. "You also get to know my little secret. I have the same parts down there as you do, just bigger, more mature." I wasn't going to let him use his mouth on my sensitive areas until I had him broken. He was crying even harder, and I could feel his sobs through my cock. Mmmm...

A drip of pre made it out of the tip and onto his chest. "Also, your hot cocoa? It had a little something known as Flunitrazepam in it. In a few minutes you won't be conscious, you won't have any memory of what will happen to you. You are all mine, your memory too. Don't even-" I felt him try again to resist, rearing his head and pushing against my thighs with his hands. I pushed his head back into the couch with force, feeling his tears and snot on my open palm, "-think that you are worth more than just my pleasure. Even just for a second. You are nothing but my toy. You are an item." His sobs were getting louder and more intense as he realized there really was no escape, and it was music to my ears. I was dripping more and more precum. I wasn't sure how i was going to get myself off with his body just yet. "I want you to say it, I want you to say it and mean it." I pushed his head harder into the couch, letting him know that I meant business. I wanted this to hurt. "Say it. Mean It. Believe it because it is true. You are my toy." Sobbing, no words, just sobbing. I shouldn't bruise his face just yet, I think I should save that for home.

I grabbed his neck and squeezed tight, letting his airflow to become constricted. It wasn't too hard though. He could still breathe just a little bit, and he gasped for air in my firm grasp, his sobs ceasing as the air for them was suddenly ripped away from him. I let him sit like this as I spoke, not letting go of his throat as he pathetically choked. He was still resisting, the need for air intensifying his panic. "Maybe you didn't hear me right, you worthless shit. I said I wanted to hear you say that you are my toy. You are my property. You have no worth but the worth that I give you." I said, releasing his throat. He gasped and sputtered and coughed. I wasn't going to do it again unless he refused to cooperate, and for a few seconds I hoped he wouldn't, but then suddenly his voice came.

"I am your toy." It was shaky, weak, frightened. Everything I dreamed it would be. "I am your property. I have no worth but the worth that you give me." The last part of the sentence was almost unintelligible, as it was through heavy weeping. That was all I needed to hear to know he was submitting. He wasn't the type to fight back for long. He knew it could only end badly for him. But he submitted, and a squirt of cum made it onto his neck, right where'd I had just released, he submitted. I could've came just from that alone. I took my hand and softly wiped his tears away with my thumb, smiling wide.

"Thats a good toy, submitting for its owner. That's all I needed to hear. You won't ever see your friends again, Jesse. You won't ever see your parents again. When you go unconscious I'm taking you from the campgrounds. I'm taking you to my home and I'm going to lock you up. Is that understood? And when I ask you a question," I said, poking my claw into the soft flesh of his cheek, not enough to puncture the skin and fur but just enough to hurt. "You will always reply. You will always address me as your superior, whether the title be ma'am or mistress or master, or even Goddess, or owner. But I will not hear any words come out of your mouth unless a title of respect follows them. Understood, toy?"

"Y-yes ma'am."

"Good." He'd stopped resisting entirely, just crying quietly. His sobs were faint and as they vibrated his chest they vibrated my woman hood. It was through a shirt, an obtrusive shirt. One that could be removed. For that matter all of his clothes could be removed. He didn't need them anymore, now that he had revoked his individuality and given me his submission. It was just a t-shirt, nothing too difficult. I gripped it with two hands, allowing my claws to puncture the cloth, and I pulled it apart and ripped it in half. He squeaked in fear when I did, and I pulled the shirt off of his arms and tossed it aside. "Ahhh, isn't that better?" I said, as I let my hands feel his small soft chest.

"Yes ma'am." His nipples, his ribs, his fur, his fluttering heart. All so precious, and all mine. My hands moved up from his sides to his armpits and up either arm. Bringing his wrists together, I produced the zip ties from my pocket and bound them tight so he could not use his hands. His tears were just background noise as I operated, and it didn't matter to me if the ties were too tight and left a mark. I wasn't going to tie him to the couch, I didn't need him there and with such little time before the roofies took effect, it was futile. I just needed his hands together, so that whenever I turned around on him he didn't dare make a move. His groin was right under my ass, and thats the area i wanted the most access to, but i first untied his boots and plucked his socks off. "Wh-what are you gonna do to me, ma'am?"

I gritted my teeth, he didn't understand. I growled, "I'm going to deal with that comment after I get your clothes off." I picked my ass up and backed it into his face, letting his face slide between my cheeks through the cloth of the pajamas and I forcefully sat down so that i had access to his jeans. I wasn't going to rip them apart. Ripping apart his shirt had served a few more purposes. I wanted him to be scared of what I could do, and it seemed to do that well. But the cloth from his shirt could also be used to lead the search and rescue mission that probably would ensue tomorrow off track, once it was coated in his blood of course. I'd considered chopping off one of his toes or a finger, but it was too small and too out of the way to really matter, and these woods were too big for me to place it somewhere to be found. It'd be unnecessary harm that I'd rather not do just for the fuck of it.

He 'mmmph'ed into my anus, and his nose was buried directly into it. Intentionally, of course. This was a position I hoped he would eventually become very familiar with as it was one of my favorites. There was no resistance, even though he was trying. I'm sure it was hard to breathe and it smelt bad when he got a breath in, which I was hoping for. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off of his legs. I was operating in the dark, and I unfortunately couldn't see them, but i felt their thin softness, and i slid my hand up his inner thigh to his tighty whiteys. WIth a shaky breath, i pulled them down and off of his legs. He was mine, and I felt him crying into my ass. How pathetic. Now...

I sat back onto his groin, smushing his flaccid cock and pinning it under my ass cheeks. He winced, and I growled. His arms were above his head and he continued to cry, and I reared my open hand to strike him in the face. I save the fists for later, and for more serious misbehaviour. Or maybe just for fun. The noise of the pop burst throughout the hub, and when he cried aloud I did it again, harder. "Did I ever once say that you were allowed to ask questions? No. Not once. You are worth nothing but my fun, and you don't deserve to know anything but that. What I'm going to do to you is none of your concern." I popped his face again, knowing that must hurt. "You just take everything I do to you. That's all you do. You don't ask. I take what I want, understood, toy?"

His voice was slurry and weak as he said "Yes ma'am." The roofies should be taking full effect any moment now. I guess i should start pleasuring myself before then, or hopefully during. I stood up from the couch, off of his body, and i pulled out a box and turned a small lamp on low I could see him on the couch, tears streaming down his brown and white speckled furry cheeks, leaving dark trails. His pretty pink cock was flaccid. He wasn't enjoying this in the slightest, and I didn't mind. If I needed him hard i knew how to do it. The light was faint and not very bright. It was maybe enough to read in if you sat close to it. His waist was thin. He looked up at me, looking frightened. I knew he was so scared of what he didn't know was about to happen, and I knew he was so scared to ask what it was. I was fully erect, and from the box I produced a gag and some lubricant. I turned the couch back into the bed it had once been. He seemed too scared to move. It was a dumb move for me to tie his hands in his front.

"On your elbows and knees. Now." I commanded, and he followed my directions. He was afraid of me the way I wanted him to be afraid of me. His asshole was hidden between his cheeks, but I didn't need to see it to know it was there. I fitted the gag around his head and tied it tight. It would also double as something to bite down on. This wasn't going to be a pleasurable experience for him. I gripped his asscheek firmly and I could hear him beginning to whimper. The hubs were soundproof, and the windows were darkened with an automatic tint at night. "No one can hear you if you scream. No one can see you. You will not be rescued from this, so lose any hope of that." I say as i take position behind him. Twitching and anxious, my cock was ready to fill him up. He started crying louder and louder to a steady wail as i slid my fingers between his soft, flabby cheeks to touch his small hole and smear lube over it, slipping the tip of my middle finger into it after retracting my claw. He cried aloud, and i gave his ass a firm painful smack. "Shut up, toy. I haven't even started yet." I said as I smeared lube up and down my cock. I was so ready for this. I grabbed his hips with firm fingers, making sure that my claws were out again, and after aiming...

He yelped when the tip entered, and he immediately tried to crawl away. He was kept in place by my claws, and this time I had actually punctured his skin. He just yelped even more, his toes curling with pain and his body shaking. I slid a few more inches in. I was girthy, and I was likely as wide around as his asshole could handle. Shaking and sobbing, he tried to pull away. My claws were like hooks in his flesh, and i pulled him back. And further back, and further, until he was screaming for me to stop, until his eyes rolled up in the back of his head with pain, until our balls connected. I didn't mind that he was screaming for me to stop, it was a pathetic sound through the gag, muffled and unintelligible. I felt his asshole try to deal with such a massive foreign object, and it felt amazing. Every twitch, every inch of his rectum was dominated by my member and there was no escape from it. Blood dripped from where my claws had punctured his skin and it coursed down his legs and onto the bed and on my fingers. He was still screaming. It was loud, loud enough to be concerning. I wasn't actually sure that the hub was soundproof. I balled up my fist and gave him a firm pop in the ribs, feeling him crumple. "Shut it! Shut the fuck up! Do you want me to choke you?"

After that it quieted down to just heavy sobs. I pulled my cock out, and then pumped it back into him. He was shaking with pain and i began to fuck him mercilessly, using his body as it was meant to be used. Nothing but a fuck toy. No worth but the worth of being used for pleasure. As I continued to fuck him, letting my own eyes roll back into my head and letting my cock just rollick in the sensation I'd been initiating for months with a fleshlight. It just wasnt the same when you had an actual crying, non-consenting, twelve year old body around the whole. It was so much better. He was likely bleeding down there.

I was pumping hard, and I picked up the pace as I heard his sobs get quieter and quieter. The roofies were finally working. I was holding him up with my claws and cock and violently using his asshole for my needs. The pleasure was building. Electric pressure spread throughout my cock and I couldn't have felt more fulfilled. I gave a loud grunt of my own, as I felt the climax come on.

It was a long orgasm, the first few ropes of cum bursting from my tip, and I knew there was more. I was pumping harder as I felt my muscles contact. I pulled his unconscious body into my groin and even more cum spewed from my tip into his hole, and with a few more short, twitchy thrusts the last few burst from my tip. The euphoria of it washed over me and i felt so damn good. I'd never came that good in my life. I wanted to stay there, in that position forever. My cock became flaccid and it slipped out of his anus.

Gaping, twitching, leaking cum, his asshole might have been one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen in my entire life. I wanted to take a picture but I knew I couldn't. It was much too risky. I picked up his underwear off of the floor, wiping his blood from my fingertips on it and some of the cum and i balled it up, fitting it into his asshole so that my cum didnt get everywhere when I took him out of here. I'd have to wash the shit out of these sheets. They had his fur, tears, sweat and blood on them. I picked up the pieces of his shirt and wiped off my claw marks to collect the blood on them.

I folded his body into a compact form, the smallest fetal position i could get him into, and I went to my closet to pick up my large duffel bag. He, in this position, actually took up less than the duffel bag gave him. It was black and the fabric was firm and rough, and I unzipped one end of it and fitted it over his feet, pushing it around him and picking him up when necessary, and i watched his head disappear into the bag as I zipped it up. My toy wasn't too heavy. Maybe about a hundred pounds, a hundred and ten at most and that was nothing for me to carry. I picked my luggage up and set it on the ground, taking my sheets up in my hands and bringing them to the back wash basin. These were the type of sheets you could bleach the shit out of and not worry about the color changing, the comforter too, and that's exactly what I intended to do. Filling up the tub with a solution of searingly hot water, clothing detergent and bleach I tossed the sheets into it, making sure that they were soaked.

My glass of red wine sat abandoned on the floor and I hadn't even noticed that I'd put it there. For safe measure, I splashed a fair amount on the exposed mattress, so I had something to explain washing the sheets with. Each hub had a washer, but it wouldn't have handled the comforter too. A dryer was somewhere in the back.

I reviewed my mind for anything I could have fucked up.

I had his blood under my claws. I had his lips touch the hot cocoa glass. His fur had likely gotten other places than just the sheets. Shit.

The hot cocoa glass fell into the tub solution with clink and I began to let my hands soak in it and I scrubbed furiously. I treated any other places on my body that might have his blood. I could wash my cock off later, even though I'm sure that had a fair amount of blood on it. The way his body took my dick didn't look healthy. He'd get used to it, not like I'm giving him a choice to not take it. I couldn't wait to get him home.

There were probably some other things I was neglecting but I had time to dwell on that on the ride home and on the ride back. The trip to my home buried deep in the woods from here would take an hour. And an hour back, so I'd be home around 2:30 in the morning.

After changing into some different clothes and tossing those as well into the basin, I turned off the lamp and put my luggage over my shoulder, carrying him out the door with me. I would have to drive through the dark on a cart without the headlights for a while, I couldn't risk the others waking up or seeing me, but I knew the way well. It was just over a hill, then I could get to the parking lot. I wasn't going to carry him the whole way.

The cart was just added transport for the camp leaders, and I set my bag in the front seat next to my and kept my hand on it so he didn't fall out or get seriously injured and just to check if he was still breathing. There were some holes in the bag so head could breathe of course. I was going to torture him, rape him. Not kill him, or at least not yet. I had to have my fun first.

The engine started and I navigated my way to the parking lot in the dark, feeling nervous and giddy, and most of all glad. Finally he was mine.

All mine....