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[h1]TRIGGER WARNING: This story's pretty rapey. I wrote it in a way that I think is interpretive enough as just a master/slave BDSM fantasy, but I still should put this here. Please be advised.[/h1]

My utmost thanks to my wonderful proofreaders, [url=https://psyote.sofurry.com/]Psyote[/url] , [urlhttps://dukeferret.sofurry.com/]DukeFerret[/url] , [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/boodagayy]boodagayy[/url] and [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/stokerbramwell]stokerbramwell[/url] .

Thank you to Sleth as well for his wisdom into writing stories like this. I'm serious, you helped a LOT more than you might have thought you did.

I sincerely hope you enjoy.

His Captive

The confusion first set in when you couldn't tell if that was a cough, gag, or a confused grunt. Frigid, heavy, clinging tight, you felt the metal octopus digging its tiny claws into each facial cheek as it covered your lips and forced your jaw all the way shut. Cataracts of panic open as your blurry vision fought to put the puzzle of what was right in front of you together. All it was: letterboxed boring grayness, immovable, unbreakable, prompting a head turn to the side. There, the equally exciting blurred, tubular framework of your bed above. The thought that you simply fell off was just a moment's grace.

That's when the muffled bang erupted, a roll call for the push pins to rave across your skin. Your mind absently raced to the rhythm of your pumping heart, hungry for the answer, the splitting images converge: a searing pain in your head garnished by a high-pitched ring, scent of unrest in the air as the sight of that blood peppered titanium makes a main course for disaster.

Dinner is served.

Just then, a metal foot battered your side with enough force to throw you onto your back. Your eyes peeked to see the familiar slim, yet stocky figure above you, arms to his thighs as he squatted down to glare at you. The outlines of his violet overcoat swayed amidst the gleam of his craned shoulder spikes, down to his huge, metal boots. The details of his face weren't clear, but they still haunted you the same.

Stiff and menacing, the living gargoyle shot you a bone chilling grin. His judge-filled stare leered into yours, one eye visible, kneeling in, the red of his iris glowing like pain itself had a color.

Your pupils dilated.

"In case you're wondering," Wolf O'Donnell sneered, a gruff rasp tailing off of his voice, "yes, you're still alive. And I'm about to make you wish you never were."

Your head bucked forward to scream, but nothing came out. The next thing you felt was the punch of his clawed hand grasping at your feeble latex space suit, pulling you up with a single arm. You looked down and saw the claws were already digging into the StarWolf sigil on your suit. As they dug deeper, it looked a little more removed. How poetic...and all you had to do was not bolt for the exit door.

A cocky smirk and a breath upon your face was like he was already constructing your doom. At once, your gag lit up in some strange array of colors appearing and disappearing in a field of pixels, seeming to swap through the entire color wheel. You stared confusingly at it.

"Panther said this thing would calibrate in fifteen seconds," Wolf grinned, drawing a claw in figure eights under your chin. "In the meantime, how about you explain to me why you were dusting the escape pods?

_ _ You gave a deep growl, and Wolf answered with a grunt of his own.

"You know you weren't instructed to go to that sector," he growled. "I told you to swab the floors at the captain's deck, like a good little girl."

That tone...ugh, that tone. So snide and self-assured. The agitation boiled up and mixed with the headache you had upon waking up. Your eyebrows furled, and his grip tightened, pulling you closer with a growl.

"Are we getting upset?" he sneered. "Cut the attitude, testy bitch. I could wipe the fucking floor with you and make you clean it up. Let's try again...why weren't you at the captain's deck?"

His words were slow, ruthless, painfully cold. Utterly pointless. Machinations of blood and bruises flooded through your synapses. Your fists snapped shut, ready to strike a blow. But just when you were about to lunge for him, the gag glowed a shade of crimson. As if on cue, Wolf shot you an ugly frown, removed his right hand from the chokehold, and threw it as a fist out into your gut. You recoiled in pain, coughed, still blazing outside and in.

You yelped, but it muffled to nothing. The drowsiness and the blow was enough to make you woozy once again as the gag's light turned off. You hardly even had enough time to shake it off before his clawed, fingerless gloved hand was now latched around your throat. A force inside you wanted to unleash, but all that came was a squirm, since the grip around your neck was just loose enough to convince you he was holding back.

"Consider that a warning shot," Wolf threatened gruffly. "That device around your mouth has a color for every worthless emotion you'll ever feel. If I ever see that thing turn red again, you're going to pay for it."

Your cheeks began to blaze with rage as your hands clenched into fists. A second later, that same cone of red ejected from the machinery. Wolf snarled, throwing you into the wall with a slam, before grabbing your suit again, hurling you onto your mattress. You could hear the springs snap beneath the fabric as you landed, and before you could recover, he gripped his hand around your neck, putting his face directly in yours.

"I said, " he growled, "you don't fucking think about it."

Your confused and lucid gaze prompted an ounce of sympathy from Wolf's raging demeanor. He whirled his head around, back to the door, as if he was too disgusted to look at you.

"Leon!" Wolf barked. "Tie him up."

No more than a second later, the twig-like green chameleon slithered inside, boasting a navy blue suit. His eyes were two rotten yellow bars between scaly, mossy eyelids that glared at you in sheer suspicion. The coiled series of ropes swayed in his bent elbow like loose chains. He sidled his way around the two of you, keeping his eye contact. You gulped. Then, he was behind your back. Your arms were then seized by his bony fingers, forcing both your elbows back until your arms were behind your back in two L's. Then, you felt the rope coil. Slowly, they were brought further and further together, tightening, like the limbs would merge, as you forced away the thought of pouncing on the motherfucker.

Then he passed by, giving you a sly grin as he disappeared beyond the doorway. The absurdity was beginning to sink in. No matter how hard your biceps tensed, the ropes wouldn't budge, leaving you fully exposed to your dominator. You shuddered, as the sight of his grin turning to pure amusement, keeping the same look as he spoke his words:

"Now, here's your rights," Wolf confided. "You have none. Not anymore. You stay on my turf, you play by my rules. You do what I say, when I say, and you don't ever defend yourself again. Got it?"

You wanted to nod, but you were afraid that even that was too much motion. You made the slightest possible movements with your head that resembled a nod, and just stuck with that. The color on the gag began to slip down to a pale shade of white. Wolf nodded and walked backwards, seeming to study your attire. He almost seemed...fascinated?

Wolf smiled with deviance. "Now, let's get you ready for initiation."

His claws lashed forward, and you flinched like Death himself had hit you. Yet, you didn't feel pain. Not even a scratch. Painless and daunted, the room was filled with the sound of raucous rips and fabric tears. Each time, you felt lighter and lighter. Your mind raced, staring death in the face, unable to comprehend what was happening. Then, in seconds, your space suit was nothing but tattered remains, and you watched every piece pathetically float to the ground in a pile at your feet.

Your heart skipped a beat. Instantly, the red beam fired again. Wolf eyed you with a matching iris as he calmly walked forward. Wincing backwards, you could almost feel his fist connect against your bare stomach already. Instead, he smiled, much like a cocky gambler as he leaned slowly into your face. His pointer finger tapped his claw on your gag, which was slowly glowing from red to a gentle violet.

"I'll let you off easy for that one, kid," Wolf purred, tracing one of his fingertips across your bare chest as he ogled it. "They all get mad at that. Every single one of them. If it wasn't for the gag, I'd probably hear all the same words. These days, I'd prefer my bitches to make their own mistakes. I wanna see their swinish, beady little eyes when they ask for forgiveness. I imagine you'd know a thing or two about that, hmm?"

You gulped. The space between your thought of a response and his roiling hand clasping once again around your throat was a second's time as he switched back to his raging gaze.

"I thought so," he grinned. "Long story short, you belong to me. You don't speak. You don't think. You do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. And if you even think about escaping my ship again, I'll lock you up in isolation for a month. Do you understand me?"

You nodded.

"A good start," he nodded back.

To your relief, he let go of your throat, continuing to eye you. Then, he raised his fingers and snapped, prompting the same doorway Leon entered and exited through to slide open with a beep. Wolf walked through it, beckoning you. Your legs shook, but they moved. Your arms hung to the sides. It was like your whole body was on autopilot. Something about the way he made you his bitch in mere minutes changed you in a way that was hard to describe.

Reluctantly, you walked to the short hallway to the right. Even there, you felt stiff with anticipation. At the end was a vast room, open windowed to the starry blackness of space. As you trudged further, your fur was bathed in the glow of saturated white and purple, nearing the circle planted square in the center, large enough to fit a car inside. Lining the stations sat all the members of StarWolf you used to clean for, their blank eyes trapped within the scarlet red, holographic screens displaying globes, ship hull diagrams, shapes and designs you couldn't comprehend. The sigil of the StarWolf symbol clear on the backs of their grey, wavy space suits brought a tremble to your stomach. And to top it all off, to the center of the right wall, a light grey doorway, and a red, glowing sign marked "EXIT" above it. But you knew damn well it wasn't for you.

A few steps in, and the light chatter seemed to die down. One by one, you felt the pressure of their leering eyes. You weren't sure if they were staring at you or their leader. But their quiet, snickering laughter seemed to swirl around you. You heard one of them wolf whistle, and the coworker by his side had to hush him. Shame and guilt filled your body, as your gag turned to a particularly saturated pink. Wolf caught it out of the corner of his eye and smirked. It's as if he was feeling all the humiliation flow through your body, admiring how sexy your misery was. Reality became hard to grip as you took the next steps onto the circle.

A bright, beaming light from above abruptly scathed your vision. You winced back and shut your eyes tight.

_"Open,"_he instructed coldly.

So you did, and your pupils stung as hard as your mind at the image before you. Everything in the room was dark, except for the circle the two of you were in, which was blazed with a spotlight above. You whirled your head around, trying to look past the evil smirk of your captor. You were surrounded in a ring of shadowy glares from the privates of the ship, their hands hidden behind their backs. A storm welled up inside you.

Wolf's clawed hand drew to the small of your back and applied enough force to leave you stumbling forward. You found your balance directly in the middle and breathed heavily at the sight of all the eyes. Goosebumps spread across your body as you looked around at people you used to swab the floors for. They only came in harder as Wolf's presence waded like a ghost to your left.

"On your knees," Wolf commanded roughly. "Now."

You dropped to them instantly. There was a slight pause as Wolf began to pace around the circle.

"The name of this one doesn't matter," he growled. "There was no point in finding it out. As you all know, this was the lone, brave space warrior with a master plan of sneak attacking the greatest star fleet in the galaxy. The one who was willing to take each and every one of your lives just like that." He snapped his fingers. Then, he turned to you. "Tell me. Was it for profit? Politics? I bet you thought you were going to 'save the day' for the boys back home. Maybe have a drink with them over this. Now look at you." He scoffed and turned back to the circle. "I thought we had humiliated this cunt enough. Looks like we have to go further. From this day forth, I expect you all to treat this stupid, worthless piece of shit like nothing but a piece of meat. All the tools you need are in Arsenal Room J. I expect you all to do whatever you must to punish this fucker into submission."

He paused his speech and shot another gaze at your kneeling, naked body. The raw anger on his face slowly morphed into a neutral gaze. Slowly, he moved his hands to his pelvic area, maintaining his devilish eye contact with you.

"But first," Wolf purred, unzipping his pants, "I'm gonna teach this bitch some obedience."

Your legs felt like they would collapse as his maroon boxers became visible through the new hole in his pants. You inhaled shakily as his huge bulge prominently showed. He shifted its fabric to the side, exposing his fat member. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull as his thick, dark grey penis flopped out, nearly smacking the metal chain on his left thigh. He reached his fingers around and pulled out his balls from beneath his pants, letting them sag like two anchors between his legs.

The moment it came out, the circle began to whisper. You could barely make them out:

"Damn...boss is hung."

_ "This little...doesn't...chance."_

_ "Can't...to see....pounded."_

You couldn't believe the sight of it, either. He was approaching rapidly while his huge dick became girthier by the second, until it was right up at your nose.

The scent of it was enough to drive you off the walls. Your blood made better rapids than streams. On top of that, the gag was shining a completely new color. Wolf looked startled for a moment. Then, he smirked. Your eyes met. It was exactly what the both of you expected.

He traced his right hand to the inside pocket of his overcoat and pulled out a small, rectangular device that fit in the palm of his hand. With his thumb, he pressed a button to its corner. Your gag vibrated a bit before something seemed to open up. Then, your lips felt the air again, inundated with the machine's accompanying moisture. But it sure as hell wasn't to say any words.

"Go on," Wolf teased. "Suck it."

You didn't want to approach him. He didn't seem surprised. But it sure as hell got him impatient. He grabbed the back of your head and shoved you towards him. Now, your face was pressed up against his thickness while his low growls showed a fraction of his anger.

"I won't say it again, you fucking slut," he barked. "Suck my cock. Now."

You wasted no time at all. You opened as wide as possible and sucked on four of his inches. It hardly even fit, but you were in no position to complain. He felt warm, but slick, soft as a bean bag leaking out the tip with some pre cum. Heart thudding, body shivering, tongue scraping back and forth...god, he was huge. The smell of musk and domination filled up your senses as you began to give in further. You leaned in to take a couple more inches, feeling that warmth slide a little closer to your uvula, but not enough to get a gag or a cough out.

The momentum kept up, and you found yourself bobbing on his majesty. It didn't take him long to get hard. His dick began to throb as it expanded a little further down your throat, but you weren't about to pull away. Not now. The size of half his length was already enough to occupy your whole mouth. You kind of liked it that way, though, salivating further as you indulged him deeper. A moan escaped from his muzzle. It was clear he was trying to hide it.

But then you remembered the audience and sulked your shoulders a bit. Their tiny, degrading whispers were still audible. The shame brought a whimper out the sides of your mouth as you continued to pleasure his length. Wolf chuckled in response, bucking his hips forward a tad. Whatever cocktail of emotions you had was clear in your eyes, and it was only making him harder.

"Ugh...that's it, pretty face...." Wolf moaned. "Get used to the taste. This is all you're good for."

He slapped you in the cheek after that. At the same time, a thud in your heart. Something inside you had definitely ignited. What the fuck did he expect from you after he just destroyed your dignity in a matter of minutes? A deepthroat? A rose on the side? The last bit of self-respect you had was bubbling inside you like a flame within, ready to explode out the seams!

...And then, the gag glowed red.

He snorted in disgust and pulled away from your mouth. The gag whirred for a moment and closed its hatch. A second later, he threw a right hook directly at your cheek. The pain was enough to get a yelp of all your emotions at once out of you as your gag flickered into a cool cyan. What was next, you couldn't even mentally prepare for: your dominator grasped his pointer finger and thumb the sides of your jaw while his middle finger touched your chin, forcing your head back to his irate expression, blasting you with a hot grunt of breath.

"You worthless fuck!" he screamed. "What did I just tell you?!"

Your breath became hoarse. The room was filled with gasps and recoils of shock. You opened your mouth to apologize, but Wolf thumbed the controller in his hand, and your lips tasted metal again. This set you completely off. The gag flickered to a dark purple, but a color alone couldn't describe your regret. With all your heart, you wanted to express how sorry you were, but he wasn't having it at all, and it was all too clear from the way he was now growling in your face.

"You_will_ finish me off in front of my crew," Wolf fumed. "Panther! Cover up his eyes."

Behind him, he almost seemed to strut from out beneath the shadows. His glare that seemed to throw knives at your soul as he waded to the left, disappearing behind your peripheral vision. You savored the last moments of "daylight" before a black bar of nothing was wrapped around your eyes, feeling a tight knot press against the back of you a second later. If leaving footsteps could sound casual, they sure as hell were.

"Filthy slut," Wolf growled in disdain. "Get back to sucking!"

The gag clinked open, he grabbed your head with both hands, and his cock plunged right into your mouth. Somehow, it felt even harder than moments ago. He was holding your head in place while he bucked his hips forward again and again. Each time you tried to breathe through your nose, you got a whiff of his balls instead. Rough grunts and exhales filled the room as he facefucked you like the piece of meat you were, ramming against the back of your throat like it was just another part of the fleshlight.

Thankfully for your well-being, he didn't take too long. He was huffing on you as the pipe inside you hardened to obsidian. You hushed, closed your eyes and let it happen: spurt after giant spurt of cum exploded in your mouth, painting the insides of your cheeks while the rest shot straight down the one place it could. Everything else was dripping out the sides of your mouth. You blushed, knowing you looked like twice the slut you used to.

Wolf pulled his dick sloppily out of your mouth, patting you on the head like a dog as the gag was snapped shut again. That's when a rocket of unexpected panic set in. Your blindness and your bondage made taste the last remaining sense. And as it set in, you started to realize that was the point in the first place. To show you your place. To remind you what you were good for, and what you'd always be known as: a submissive, slutty, tied up little bitch to be used in public whenever you were called. Wolf was no longer your captain. He was your master. The realization sent shocks down your spine. You started wondering if you'd even get a suit in the end.

"I'll admit," Wolf mused, "you sucked me pretty damn good. I'm glad you know your place now, slave."

At once, the crew members started clapping for their leader for a job well done. The words were somehow soothing to the senses, like the endorphins were a reward for finally doing something properly. You felt your cheeks flush, but you were too embarrassed by that reaction to look up. The room was quiet enough to hear the drips of cum hit the ground after the applause died down. Perhaps the audience was waiting for another move from Wolf.

You felt a tug sourcing from between your forearms, followed by a mighty tear. Soon after, they felt weightless. As you felt the flayed and broken ropes slide off of your feeble arms, you felt a wave of relief overcome your body. You basked in it for a moment's notice as your sight became washed with the yellow. That's when Wolf walked back around you, taunting his purple and black plasma gun. The bayonet off the end was gleaming as tiny strips of rope fluttered away from its sharpness. He chuckled to himself as he twirled it in his hands, all of its glowing red lines blurring into beams before he put it away, back in the holster to his side.

"All right, gang," Wolf concluded, "back to your stations."

The silent room reverberated the shuffles off the walls and slowly got quieter. You didn't dare leave your spot. You managed to catch up with the pace of your breath as the shades of brutal white under your eyelids faded to a neutral maroon, motioning the return of the casual ambience of the room just before you came in. And as work began to bustle and beep again, all you could think was how they really just did that. How dare they treat you like garbage and go on with their days. Is this really what they made of your new life? It's not like they gave you instructions...what else did Wolf even want?! So much had happened already, it was hard to even predict what was coming next.

At last, you looked up...but not at Wolf. The door labelled "EXIT" to your right shimmered like a checkered flag about thirty feet away from you. Everybody was distracted, nobody was giving you orders...you knew exactly what to do. You scrambled to your feet and bolted for it.

The room was a blur like your mind as your bare feet punched against the hard metal ground, not caring about the noise you're making, so long as you made your move now. You were already halfway there. The gag turned to a playful, neon yellow. Freedom was so close, you could almost taste it! The door to your escape came closer and closer, and nobody was stopping you!

But instead of it sensing your motion and opening up, you smashed right into it. You felt boggled and stupid as the gag fizzled from yellow to a multitude of flashing colors. It seemed as though you had broken it, but then it settled on a dark grey. As the hope faded from your soul, you felt a familiar, clawed hand bashing you loudly against the exit door.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" he boomed, pressing you harder against the wall. "Are you out of your mind?!"

The crew behind him amusedly laughed as if their leader was just holding up a rat by the tail. You waited for a tight grip on your arm or your shoulder. Instead, you felt a strange point on the small of your back. The high-pitched tone of a laser charging set panic throughout your body. All you could let out was a whimper of defeat as you stared at the warped, unintelligible reflection of yourself in the metal of the door.

"Submissive little cunt...," he chided, poking the bayonet of the gun further into your back, "I control this game, now!"

Wolf then grabbed you by the shoulder, tight enough to dig his claws partially into your skin and shoved you to the right. There, a door had been opened to expose the longer hallway beneath it. You felt the presence of his snout peer around to your left ear.

"You see that hallway?" he whispered with rage. "You're gonna walk down that fuckin' hallway, and you're gonna keep walking 'til we reach the back of the ship. That's where the high intensity containment cells are. And you're not gonna complain, unless you want me to beat the shit out of you. You got that? I tried to be nice. But you fucked up, and now, I'm gonna turn you into the most pathetic little cocksleeve you could ever imagine."

Your body could hardly contain all the jitters and anticipation. You felt as though you just watched him crush all your options in the palm of his hand, with no chance of recovery. Dread swept through your nerves and knocked them all out.

"Serves you right to fuck with the big guns," he growled, throwing you away from the exit door. In one motion, he put an arm around you, gripping your shoulder while you felt the heated barrel of his gun press against your right cheek. "Walk."

You tried to shudder, but the room was too warm. You tried to flex, but the hand on your shoulder loosened you up. You tried to close your eyes and look away, but the same hand gripped it a little tighter, blood spots dotting the tips of his claws. You tried to look back, but then again, why would you? Whether you liked it or not, this was a damn good reminder of who you belonged to now.

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Metal clinking footsteps echoed off the twisty, yet desolate final pathway as the hidden door slid shut behind you. A roar beneath the infrastructure of the stainless steel walls implied deep pipelines as functional as the overexposed lights above. Hues of light grey and gentle cyan gave no calming emotions to your thudding heart. It was clear that wherever this place was, it was a secret, and it settled in you like bubbling plasma. As for how long you'd been walking, you couldn't possibly be sure. Wolf would never let you know.

He pushed you around the last corner, and you wheezed at what lay behind it. Strung out like seven ashy, magenta omens, the silver-bordered ovals lined the dead end in a half-circle, each adjourned with their own three-digit label projected in glowing red numerals on the top. A long, mechanized exhale creaked out your gag as you scanned them, tracing your eyes to the standby screen panels to their lower rights. You could make out the fingerprint stains and dust in the passing specular glares. You flinched when he broke the silence:

"This room right here, kid," Wolf said, "is why we don't have repeat offenders. These are the _special_holding cells. Behind each of these doors is a different, fun little game you and I can play to decide how you're gonna take your punishment."

His breath gave you so many chills it might as well be made of snow.

"See, I'd open one of these myself," he mused, "but I think you already know which one we're going to."

What? What the hell was he talking about? You looked around at the seven doors before you, labelled from 386-393. The answer wasn't quite jumping out at you. A punch in the shoulder interrupted your thought process.

"C'mon, slut, I know you know the room," Wolf urged mockingly. "I saw where your eyes went! It was the first one you looked at!"

What?! What was his deal? You started muffling your questions in the gag.

"Oh, forgot," he laughed to himself, "you can't reach it. One second."

A single spot on the right side of your gag was pressed, and the colored light was turned out. After a few seconds, a new violet beam ejected. Your eyes widened as icicles trickled down your spine. This time, it spelled out a number: "392".

Wolf snickered under his breath, then took his hand off your shoulder to spank you. "Heh...you and I have a lot in common, kid."

If you could've spoken, you would've. You had a lot to say about this, didn't you? You waited for the light on the gag to show, literally crossing your fingers that it would give some sort of sign. Then, you felt the side of your gag pressed again, and you could hear it all power down. The light that used to be there swiftly turned to nothing. You froze, as if to wait for it to fire up again, but nothing ever came.

You were truly silent.

Your dominator chuckled to himself as he tapped his fingers onto the screen.

Steam rose from the edges of the door as the hull dispatched, filling the room with a satisfying sizzle. The suspense was literally taking your breath away. From the settling dust, an octagonal, black walled room just barely big enough for arm's-length appeared. In the center wavered a thick, steel rectangle suspended by four chain links by the corners. The nerves in you were becoming absurd.

"Well," Wolf said as he whirled you around, a sly curve on his smile. "Have a seat!"

His boot knocked you onto the platform. As your back collided with the steel, swaying it backwards, you noticed it was surprisingly warm, almost like a cradle. The horny wolf grabbed both of your thighs, forcing them up until they were hovering over your body.

The door behind him beeped twice and slid back into place, leaving you both in darkness. Your heartbeat escalated as you shut your eyes tight, but it made no difference. Then, from the darkness, a pillar of red light shot around the perimeter while a ping and a flurry of beeps seemed to surround you. You opened your eyes again and felt your stomach drop in confusion as you realized the walls were screens, and it was scanning you both.

Your yell was muffled, but instead of anything harmful, all eight panels around you flashed to a gentle shade of lavender. The ambience was the sound of your heartbeat as you took in the way the room was brightened. Then, a machine whirred, and around you twirled two tubular circles, their top edges sailing overhead before sinking back into the ground repeatedly like it was charging a laser. Perplexed, you looked up at the pitch-black ceiling. Then you flinched as the whirring started again, and down fell a gleaming bionic arm.

"Hold still," Wolf teased slowly.

Its three-pronged hand reached out and pinned your right wrist to the table, pinging its machinery before it dispensed a C-shaped clamp. You yelled out in confusion and thrashed as it sunk into the table, perfectly binding the limb in place. Then it did the same with your left wrist, your ankles, your throat, like you weren't thrashing about. In seconds, you were stuck with your arms over your head and your legs spread in a V, bent upwards, revealing everything behind them to your master. He bellowed a laugh as the arm whirred back towards the ceiling.

The lavender shade seemed to rest upon the only other man in the room, narrow eyed and cold. He gazed down at your exposed, naked body and licked his lips. His smile was maniacal, carnal. His thumbs dipped into the napes of his pants. The large erection you saw from earlier swung out of his pants. He slapped it on your waist, between your thigh and your genitals. Though you'd hate to admit it, as you saw the tip touch your belly button, your heart skipped a beat.

Toes curling, fingers fidgeting, a little back up. His thumbs entered your asshole and forced it as far open as possible.

All you had to do was swab the floors.

His cock shoved inside latching both hands onto your hips as a satisfied smile rocketing across his face. A booming sound crashed as the projectors all around you flashed an image of a lightning bolt. A yelp escaped from your muzzle. His incredible size stretched you out as if he was shoving his whole fist up your ass. You tried to back up, throwing yourself backwards as best as you could, but the slight momentum of the cradle only came back to push you further onto his cock. The sudden force and depth brought another muffled squeal as the eager canine cackled beneath his teeth. The cradle was at his thighs as he pulled you in deeper.

"Ah, shut up, cockslut, you know you like this!" Wolf grinned arrogantly. "COME HERE!"

The sadistic fuck gripped onto your shivering thighs, holding you hostage, and bucked his hips harder, fucking you like a toy. Your mind went blank as his thrusts became faster, more ruthless, more violent. His eye was no longer scanning you, but staring at you intently, that look of sheer desperation on your face lighting up his day as he ate it all up. Your butt stretched as you clenched your teeth, fidgeting, taking his warm, hard cock like the piece of meat that you were, the rapidly changing lavender-red-orange lights decorating his thrusting, hungry body.

He was in nothing but ecstasy. Like instinct, he drew his hand up and slapped it once against your ass. Then again, then again, watching your curves jiggle in his embrace. The ambience around you turned from lavender to red, then back to lavender again, until they seemed to blend together as one. And the more he enjoyed the fantasy he's created, the more the colors seemed to undulate, the harder his grip sank into your thighs.

"I take what is mine!" Wolf triumphantly boomed self-indulgently. He started to lean in, "This is what it's like to be mine, slut! I...ooh, oh god, oh god...take my cock, you fucking slut! TAKE IT!"

His grip went haywire, switching from your thighs to your waist to your torso, feeling every part of you as he left subtle claw marks behind. Tiny streams of blood trickled downwards, but he had clearly made sure it wouldn't seriously hurt you. It could've been your neck. That could've been you, some immeasurable time ago. But that stretch of time was not even a blur.

Your senses ran rampant as he fucked you at twice the pace, his loud grunts and fleshy slaps echoing off the walls. His grunts and pleasured moans were like a raging bull. Even you were moaning hard beneath the gag. The way he dominated you was just so irresistible. Writhing with pleasure, he gritted his shining teeth and shoved himself further again, leaning in, pushing the cradle back a few inches as his thrusts became harder, his balls now ramming against your ass cheeks carelessly. Your eyes were bugged, nearly exploding out of your head as you felt him ruin you, stretch you, fuck you into a puddle of sex.

He gave no warning of it happening, but as he hardened to steel, he looked you straight in the eye. The room sensed it as the screens flashed quickly between red, white, purple and black. He shoved himself all the way in, a mighty growl surging from his grin, transitioning to an upward howl as he ejaculated in spurts, surging through your rectum while the last of it seeped past his penis, barreling out his ass. The feeling of his cum erupting out the sides of his dominating length brought a shrill gasp and a high moan from your lips. Your whole body felt like it was on fire as you shook in delight. Just before he was done cumming, he pulled himself out and fired the last of his seed on your belly. You could hardly contain your pleasure, your mind, so broken, it wasn't even sure what to do with the guilt.

The screens settled back to a gentle lavender. Your eyes each found their own places. You both fought to catch your short breaths. His huge member was still between your thigh and your genitals, softening up by the second. Your drowsinesses matched. All was quiet.

Then, he said something you didn't expect.

"Thank you," Wolf breathed. "I needed that."

You didn't respond. Just shaking. Full body shaking, like every part of it was massaged by a burning hot hand. It was wonderful.

"You know, getting to the top ain't easy," Wolf sighed, now speaking at half the volume. "Once you get there, you're set to keep it. I'm not saying this is what you do to get leadership. This...you...it's all about dominance, and...dominance is different from power. See, power is more than just an image or a title, it's...it's...I could run through a whole fleet by myself, but power still comes through pride and example...."

He paused for a moment absentmindedly, as if he was expecting you to stop him.

"And..." he muttered slowly, "when an example presents itself, there comes a compromise...."

There again came the pause. He sighed to himself, and it sounded like every wall sighed with him.

You heard him zip up his pants. Then, the door opened up again, and he stepped towards it, a heavy sigh trailing out his mouth.

"I...I need to go," he stammered bleakly. "I need to think this over. I'll be back. I'm not leaving you here. I promise."

His footsteps turned into nothing as the door sealed closed behind him. All the lights turned off. It was warm. You were shaking.

It was warm, and you were still shaking.

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