FSE

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I locked the bathroom door behind us, letting him see my personal bathroom. Not the house one. It was big, and fancy, holding both a tub and a shower and not the pleb-combo. The tile was pristine white and I kept it that way with hard work, and there was enough space for someone 5 times as wide as me and half my size taller than me to exist comfortably, maybe even do a little dance. I uncollared Jesse. The collars I had were purely for bedroom use. Not for life use, which was a downside. I wasn't quite in the best position, with the search going on, to go onto Amazon and leave a review. Nor, as I think about it, was i in the best position to purchase another collar. Perhaps I could just fashion my own. The thought of the search always brought a cold feeling to my stomach. There were several ways it could get traced back to me, and there were several ways Icould trace it back to other people.

But the point remained. Jesse was uncollared, and I turned on the water, having him step inside as a guinea pig for the temperature with a cruel smile. He almost resisted, but knew better. He seemed to be doing well. He was going to make an attempt to run soon, I could feel it.

Maybe I could have my fun with Jesse, and then take some steps to frame someone else. Maybe today, while everyone was busy with the search.

The temperature started cold, as the temperature this far out in the woods always does and his body locked up. His nuts were still bruised and a little swollen and his fur turned dark with the water, his jaw clamping and his eyes going wide. It was obvious as he moved hat i had caused some damage to him. The options were posed as let him heal or hurt him. We'd see how things unfold. If my gut feeling about him running came true then there was no avoiding inflicting injury, maybe even a serious one. If he lied, I was going to do unspeakable things to him.

Then the temperature warmed up after a few moments, and his body relaxed. I turned on the cold water just a little bit and allowed the water to come to a steamy warmth, and I stepped into the shower with him.

He really was filthy. I told him to sit down on the shower floor with me and he did so, and Itook a rag and squirted shampoo on it. I sat up against the wall, pulling his body into mine, making his ass press against my cock. He was still uncomfortable, i could tell by his silence. "Another thing, slave. I know you will never want to have sex with me, I know you don't want my sexual advances." I grab his junk firmly, clamping my fingers down around his nuts and his penis. He squirms a little bit, and i say, "And I want you to know that I don't care if you want it or not. I may treat you nice, but always remember that you are worthless, or at least the only worth you have to me is my pleasure. And I want that to be clear at all times." I noticed he hadn't cried yet, but i could feel it coming on.

"Yes ma'am," he said quietly, reluctantly. I pulled my arm around his midriff, keeping him pinned against my body. I told him to put his head back between my breasts, and my cock gave a lurch. The water ran through my fur, through my pet's. It was warm, almost uncomfortably so, and it dripped everywhere. I don't need to describe the ambient noise of a shower.

I scrubbed his body with the rag, adjusting our position when necessary to reach different parts of his body, such as his lower legs and feet, and his asscheeks. I had to aggressively scrub those parts, to get the stink out of them, and i slid my fingers between his cheeks, giving his little hole a gentle rub. I wasn't going to focus on that, but i felt him begin to cry in my arms, his body shaking silently. His eyes were closed.

"Open your eyes," He didn't, my fingers were still resting on his anus. My fingers went to his cheeks and gave a firm pinch, and his eyes opened, the tears that were leaking from them hidden in the shower water. "You will look me in the eyes." He nodded, still shaking. "You are not to shut me out, you are not to pretend that this isn't happening, slave. This is happening. This is real. You are my slave. I am your goddess, I am your owner. Look me in the eyes, I am your reality, Jesse."

I had been avoiding using his real name. The more dehumanized he felt, the better, but I needed him here with me. I needed him to be sucked into the void of my venomous green eyes. I needed him under my submission. His brown eyes were puffy, and big as they stared into mine, and water dripped down the sides of his face. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," he submitted, "yes i understand, ma'am."

"Good." I began to clean out the rag of his filth, and I squirted more shampoo onto it, handing it to him. "You are going to bathe me. You are going to get every part of my body."

He moved to the space in front of me and took the rag, shaking slightly with fear. This wasn't some sensual act. This was forced compliance, forced submission. He very hesitantly began to scrub my body down, being careful and meticulous and distant. Like the way that you'd bathe a lion. I looked him in the eyes while he did, and he didn't have to ask for me to adjust because I did it already. He'd covered my shoulders, arms, belly, back.... Legs... Neck... I stopped him at my face, he was intentionally avoiding my other parts. I grabbed his chin, right where it was bruised and i brought his face close to mine.

"I am your goddess, Jesse. You will worship every part of me." I said, spreading my legs and leaning back, providing him access to more sensitive areas. I released his legs and he shivered. He was scared and hesitant. I couldn't wait for this phase to be over, couldn't wait for his full submission to be mine. He was on his knees, and when he leaned in to begin to scrub my breasts he entered the venus fly trap of my legs. They closed gently around him. I wasn't pinning him against my body, but i was keeping him in my circle. In my aura, under my direct submission and ownership. He jolted, and stopped himself from looking away from my eyes. He began to scrub the soft flesh of my breasts, and i could see him growing hard. I knew her didnt want to, and that sexual arousal was the last thing on his mind. I licked my lips, collecting dripping water, and continued to look him in the eyes. He seemed to understand some signal I was giving him to go lower.

He reached my cock and my balls. His eyes beheld in close quarters the machine that demolished his anus last night, without his consent. And his breathing got quick and panicky as he handled it, watching it lurch and grow slightly for him and his hands. I was trusting him in delicate territory to understand that anything he could do to me, I could do 1000x worse. And he scrubbed the musk and sweat from the day off.

I assumed a different position, exposing my anus and pink slit to his face by getting onto my knees and bending over. This would be a place he would grow accustomed to. I didn't need to tell him to do anything, and his hands were still hesitant. He began with my pink slit, and my toes curled with the delight. It wasn't a sensation worth a moan, but it was good anyways. I wondered what he thought of my whole having a dick scenario. Probably too scared to ask, which is a good thing.

"I was born with two fully functioning sets of genitalia. Which means I can make you bitch in more ways than you can count." I said as he scrubbed my anus. He moved onto my tail, and after that was done, I assumed my original position. He was still slightly hard, and he was still going in and out of crying, his tears quieting down or stopping, or picking back up. Now he was shaking as i held him between my legs and breasts with my arm around his midriff, my inflating cock pressed as close as possible to his back.

My hand crept down to his penis, and he winced when i touched it, taking its small length in my fingers. I know it was a bit of a joke, but Jesse really did have a feminine penis. It was fleshy pink and shiny, and the middle of it was girthier than both the base and the head. And he wasn't that long, especially for someone his age. It was cute, faint. Maybe if he was more of a masculine boy it would seem out of place, but it fit nice between his legs.It fit nicer in the palm of my hand however as I began to firmly stroke it, creating pressure and allowing my hand to become a pleasure space. I was experienced in the fact that I had grown up with one of these, and I'd had one my entire life. I knew what I was doing if I wanted it to get all hot. Jesse was still crying a little bit, but now he was stifling moans. He wanted to keep me from knowing I was giving him pleasure.

"My pleasure right is forcing myself on you." I said in his ear, smelling the remnants of the shampoo in his fur. I kept jacking him off -- he was fully erect now, and twitching in my grasp. Up, down, a little more pressure before the tip, less as the base, use your wrist and not your whole arm. "My pleasure is giving you pleasure that you don't want. Tell me how much you're enjoying this, tell me who I am to you..."

More jacking off. With his inexperience with pleasure it wouldn't be long before he was shooting a blan. My hand totally swallowed his cock with the difference in sizes. My hand was used to, and could very well, beating my own meat, which was behemoth when out side by side with Jesses. "Please... Please Miss Anais I don't want to... I don't... Stop, stop please." His voice cracking with tears.

"That's right, that's exactly right." I said as I didn't stop. His body couldn't escape my own. My arm was folded around his arms and chest, keeping his arms pinned to his side, and my legs were over his own. He couldn't resist, and he squirmed with unwanted pleasure. "The bottoms of your feet are getting hot with the sensation aren't they, you feel so confused as to the pleasure your experiencing..." and I stopped jacking him off for a moment, standing up and moving around him. He looked worried, but still he looked me in the eyes. I pushed him back into the shower wall with my foot as I stood up, and I turned around and sat on his lap, my back facing him and my weight making him since and whine. I spread my cheeks, positioning my pink slit to allow him in. He was still firmly erect enough, and my walls were giving with arousal as he entered me.

"You really do have a tiny cock Jesse," I said as he entered me. My cheeks spread around his thighs. I was more in a squatting position, and I felt his hands on my back. I leaned into him some more, and I was switching his chest and head into the wall. He was crying more, and wincing with pain and making little noises.

"Stop," he cried.

"No." I said as I began to bounce on his little penis, making him know, like it or not, what the inside of a woman feels like. I was enjoying it actually, he was like a tiny little dildo that cried and begged for you to stop using him. At the end of the day, isn't that what every lady like me wants? I liked the feeling of the little boy inside of me against his own will, and he wasn't large. It wasn't getting me off as much as I was used to, but it was doing the trick, especially when I ground him against my clit. "You're so pathetic, little boy." And a moan of pleasure from me. He was squirming against me and we was pinned and I continued to force him in and out of me, raping him.

I heard him moan through tears, a forced pleasure. A forced climax as he sputtered into me and his hips bucked without him wanting them to. I hadn't came yet, and there was no cum from his cock. He'd yet to mature that much.

He was gasping with the force of his orgasm, and I continued to ride him through to the end of it, to where his cock was completely flaccid and slipped out of me with no resistance as I stood up. He was in tears, his face blushed and bruised and his eyes bloodshot with an abused look that I craved to see. So delicate, so hurtable.

And all mine. I bent over and washed with water some of my juices off of him. Even if he did start to cum he couldn't impregnate me. We weren't the same race, and I was biologically incapable anyways, with my organs being out of wack. I looked him deep in the eyes the entire time as he snivelled and cowered, and I smiled a cruel and insidiously warm smile. I crouched down onto his level, leaning into his fearful face and pressing into his lips with a brief kiss. Tasting his mouth, I realized I needed to start brushing his teeth. He didn't resist, but he didn't engage. He knew better than to resist, when I was the one with the claws around his junk.

I turned off the shower, and I stepped out, leading Jesse with me. I wiped down our bodies, patting the water out of our fur and soaking the towels with it. Jesse still was quiet, feeling violated and he almost slink end out of my touch, but having no choice that to accept it remained mostly still. I collared him again, thinking that this leash would probably be better if it were attached to a contraption around the base of his genitalia, or his anus, or both. I needed to make appearances. I couldn't just play with Jesse all day today, I needed to make sure I looked active in the search, needed to make sure I was leading suspicion away from me. But I still had time to play with my new toy.

"On your knees, Jesse. Now." I told him. We were still on the floor of the locked bathroom, in the wetness from our getting out of the shower. The water on the floor around our feet and knees was cold and uncomfortable. Jesse kneeled on the tile floor, and I knew it was uncomfortable with the way he shifted. He looked scared and he had every right to be. I was getting harder, but still slightly floppy. His face was within a foot of my cock. With what I was going to do to him, this still needed to be in the bathroom, where I could clean it up easily. Not the carpet... "Open your mouth."

His eyes screwed up into more tears and he started to whine, reluctantly opening his mouth just a little bit. "Quiet crying," and my meat slaps him across the bruised side of face. I hold it like a rod, feeling my full bladder, and I begin to run my flesh over his soft fur, feeling the warmth it brought to my member and going over his cheeks, poking his closed eyes with it, running it over his tear streaks and over his parted, shaking lips. Poking it into his mouth, feeling his teeth against my tip. "Suckle on the tip, Jesse. I'm going to give you something to drink, and you'll be punished if you don't drink it all." He was visibly horrified, almost enough to resist. I could see it. Even if he wanted to bite down on my member it wouldn't do much damage, and the damage I could do to him and the fun I would have doing it would likely make a little bite worth it. His lips wrapped around it, crying, and I released my bladder.

It filled his mouth, and he forced himself to swallow, and again it filled his mouth and gulped down the bitter, warm, yellowish fluid. And again, and again. He looked naseous, and if he vomited while he was drinking, it meant nothing to me than an excuse to lock him downstairs and not feed him for a day. Or rape his throat. Whichever I wanted to do in this hypothetical. I pushed the back of his head further down my length, and my girth acted as a plug. None of my urine leaked from his mouth, but he was shaking as he swallowed the torrent of piss I had for him to drink. I gripped a clump of his hair firmly as I made him drink.

I could feel myself running low on piss and still he swallowed the last few gulps, filling his belly with the liquid. I've tasted my own urine before and it is not a good taste, and I knew how sick it was going to make him. Someone's biology makes them refuse to consume waste, and that's why urine and feces taste and smell so bad to us. Were opposed to it. I don't care about jesse's nature, because his nature is to serve me, to worship me and to be my slave. That is all he's worth to me. The last few spurts of piss came out of my cock, and I squeezed the last few drops onto his face. "You keep that down."

He looked like he was about ready to vomit -- his eyes had that sick texture to them, that need to find a place to hurl. I didn't want him to hurl, but I understood if he did. I wouldn't punish him for it, at least no seriously. "Yes m-"

And he turns his head to the shower floor, spewing my urine all over the floor, and another hurl. It was actually kind of arousing, the desperate wretching noises he was making. Not the vomiting aspect. It was attractive in the same way that his screaming and crying is adorable. "I'm sor-" and more wretching. That was more urine than I'd thought I'd pumped into his body, and he was left dry heaving with an empty stomach. I was collaring him while his face had turned snotty and his eyes were filled with vomit tears, and I hooked him onto a leash. When he was done, I told him that

"That's okay. You can vomit now. But I'm going to be training you to feed on my waste. This will not be the last time you get a stomach full of piss, and eventually I'll have you up to eating my feces. Your body will get accustomed, and so will your taste buds." I don't think I can describe the look on his face.

I yanked him up and had him wash his mouth out at the sink sink, using my mouthwash. He thanked me, several times as we entered my room. That's the level of submission I was looking for. While holding his leash, I grabbed with my other hand his asscheek, slipping my fingers over his hole? Ah damn, I forgot. I yanked on his leash and held the collar with my fingers, leaving no slack. I bent him over a little bit and slicked my fingers with my saliva, before I stuck them full force into his anus, wiggling around to see if there was any blockage. I should have given him an enema, silly me. He was squealing and panting, but I didn't pay him any mind. There was nothing there, so I slipped my fingers out and wiped them on my bed. I wanted to keep my toy clean for now. I pushed him into the bed and climbed on top of him, and I reached for my phone to check my notifications. My erect cock flopped over his face and my wet pussy ground against his chest.

There were a few more notifications. Nothing important, but I had been requested back at camp to with the search by someone. I texted the co-director, I asked him if he was at camp. He told me that he had things to organize from home, but I asked him if he could take my spot on the search. The dots that meant he was typing hovered for a while, but eventually I got a 'yeah'. I stared down at Jesse with a wicked grin.