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A Change of Perspective: Part Four

The Very Belated Finale

This story includes cannibalism, master/pet play, hints of stockholm syndrome, and the author taking a long time to get to the good stuff

The city of Shady Strands is a very strange one. Full of anthros of all species and types, the sight of heroes and villains flying and fighting through the city has become a common occurrence for the citizens. Additionally, with the way the "heroes" were both incapable of defeating the villains and regularly were caught abusing their powers, many people openly cheered as the villains defeated the heroes, especially considering the more sexual aspects of the defeats...

The anthro Dragon shapeshifter heroine Lady Change was intimately familiar with what tended to happen to the spandex-clad anthros who lost a battle to a villain, remembering the way the domineering wolf villain Red Raider had pinned her down, raping her as his costumes cameras recorded it all to be placed online. Then, instead of being dumped in an alleyway like many defeated heroes, and villains who ran into a hero who was willing to turn the tables, she had been dragged back to his lair and stripped, used as the entree in some perverse cooking show as the cannibalistic villain converted her to meat...

She shuddered at the memory as she stood on the roof of a rundown warehouse, looking down into the street where that first fight had gone down. And what did I do when I got regenerated? I could have gone on with my life, thankful that the technology exists to let those who are killed by a villain come back after only losing a few days... but I didn't, I went back to fight again, lost again, was cooked again... and again...

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The woman who had begun her career as so prideful, arrogant, and racist against non-dragons that the fact she had been accepted as a heroine was a hell of an indictment of the system squirmed as she remembered the wolfs last words to her at their most recent meeting, where he'd called her his pet, pointing out that she wasn't even fighting back once he got her costume off...

She was resting on her hands and knees, the cool counter beneath her contrasting with the warmth of the fire burning nearby, the spit lining up with her rear. She could have fought, she could have run, done something, but as the black-furred wolf looked at her, that little voice telling her to run shut up. "you enjoy this, how I treat you, how I pin you down and rape you. You love the heat of the oven as I cook you for your tender juicy meat." To emphasize that, he squeezed her rump, pulling a low moan from her. "And most of all, you love that when you're with me I do all of that despite you being a princess from 'an ancient line of noble dragon monarchs'!"

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Lady Change snapped back to the present, her hand under her tight, form fitting costume as she realized she had been masturbating in public. The runaway princess, estranged from her family by her desire to see the world and use her powers to show the superiority of the draconic race, blushed as she realized she was turned on by being dominated by a member of a lesser species. I... people could have seen... but why do I care? I'm just a disobedient pet, still hiding out from my true owner...

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NO! He doesn't own me, not yet. Her defiance sounded weak, even within her own mind. Her pride, nurtured and encouraged by her parents for decades, was not snuffed out even by the humiliation she had received so far. Ever since her last exit from a regeneration center, she had been conflicted, her thoughts always circling back to how good it felt to submit as her pride fought against her. With a sigh, she shifted forms, growing large, powerful wings as she leapt off the roof. I am tired of these conflicted feelings, it is time for me and him to fight, one last time, an honorable duel that will decide once and for all whether I am free or a slave...

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As she flew through the air, she ignored the way her body shuddered with anticipation at the thought of being a slave. That isn't important for now. What is important is that one way or another these conflicted feelings end tonight.

Red Raider, the villain who so prominently featured in the dragonesses thoughts, was not available as she returned to the city late at night. Blake Hunter, the young rags-to-riches inventor who had made wise investments in the neighborhood Red Raider ruled and was the same height and fur color as the notorious villain, was in the middle of overseeing a development project. The young wolf had grown up in a broken house and on the streets, so he took great pride as he watched the massive frame that would become a place for anyone who needed to rest to come in from the cold begin to rise. And the best part is, all I have to do is treat them better than the corrupt bastards the "heroes" give orphans to and a new generation will grow up knowing that "evil" is just an insult used by those to small minded to do what needs to be done! I- I am monologuing... at least it was internal that time. He muses as he hear something fly overhead.

Lady Change, shifted into a massive, silver-scaled anthro nearly twice the height of anyone else, her bountiful breasts nearly spilling out of the spandex, landed in the park nearby. Standing tall, she shouted "Villain! You know who you are! You captured me, humiliated me, and did your best to break me to your will! Well no longer! Today, we settle this! I challenge you to bilnerk ihk tobor, a duel for life! Come and face me, if you are victorious then I will submit to you, but if I defeat you, then you are mine!"

Well... this is not what I was expecting. Blake thought to himself as he joined the crowd vacating what was soon to be a battleground between two rival superpowered rivals, ducking through the streets into the back alleys until he is out of sight of anyone, slipping into a secret entrance to his lair.

On the surface, Lady Change was furious, pacing the empty park as onlookers crowded at what they thought was minimum safe distance. Across her body, the two most powerful artifacts she could steal from her family dangled. Around her neck, a medallion of gold and silver dangled, supercharging her mind as a gem-studded belt wrapped around her waist boosted her own power dramatically. She had flown for hours to smash her way into the home of her family, an ancient castle that the dragon-kings of Hartcastle had ruled their land for centuries from, breaking into one of the hidden armories before any of her family members had been able to block her path, and once those two were on...

Father has his own private resurrection machine that will bring him back in only one day compared to the five I have to deal with. He'll be fine. She thought, remembering the way her fathers broken body had laid on the ground, bleeding out from the way she had hit him. Not like I was ever going to be able to go home anyway. She shrugged, pacing as she looked for the villainous wolf, eager for his arrival. Her pride insisted that it was so she could finally smack his fucking face in and show him the true power of her draconic heritage, but the part of her that had gotten off on the humiliation, the rough treatment, all of it... that part was begging for him to show that he was a worthy master.

Her conflicting feelings in agreement for the first time in days, she felt the mood of the onlookers shift as a familiar wolf anthro stepped down the street, power armor encasing his frame colored in black and blood red. "Heard you were looking for me?" He taunted her, and despite the mask over his muzzle she could have sworn he was smirking at her.

Spitting on the ground, she assumed a ready stance. "Fuck yeah I have. You brag all the time about your cameras seeing everything a super does in your turf, so you know why I'm here. Are you brave enough to duel me?" She felt the power running through her mind, and some detached part of her noted that she was acting incredibly strangely. It's the stress, battle hormones, this is the biggest, most important fight of my life, so duh I'm pumped and hyped. She told herself as the armored wolf settled into a fighting pose.

"Well, you've come in here and offered me a pet dragon, and all I have to do is punish her for being a bit misbehaved?" That smug fucking voice was nearly laughing, and she felt a moment of doubt, her cunt dripping arousal as she imagined what it would be like to have him tell her what a good pet she was. Maybe if I just stop this little challenge and strip... the little perverted voice in her mind said seductively.

No, focus! Even if you lose today, honor will be satisfied, and you will be able to rest easy... as you warm his bed... her breathing caught in her throat as she noticed her opponent prepare to charge. Determined to not let him have the last word before combat, she shooed away that annoying voice in her head. "That's one way of wording it. Personally I'm looking forward to having a nice wolf-fur rug for my study!" She snarled before taking a deep breath and unleashing a breath of frozen air, pouring all her power into it to send a huge wave of sub-zero air racing across the space between them.

Red Raider's suit leapt upwards, jumping over the cool air... just as she had planned. With a leap, the dragoness flew upwards, slamming into the power armored wolf with a grin of delight. Yes! Take that you smug bastard, your wonderful fucking cock is going to be my dildo, the tables have turn-

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She took a fist to the jaw as she celebrated mentally, reminding her that, in addition to boosting his strength so he could jump high, the power armor also gave him a nasty right hook, and was a bit harder than her claws could cut through quickly, even with the extra power at her disposal. As she tumbled away from her foe, she quickly righted herself, watching as he landed on the frosty ground below.

With a grin, she dove, shifting her size and weight until she was absolutely massive, the artifacts and outfit shifting with her thanks to magic, and slammed down on where he was. Or rather, as she looked to the side and saw him rolling to his feet, where he had been. Biting back an internal curse, she shifted sizes yet again, bringing herself back to the size of Red's armor as she swung around, grabbing a punch by the armored wolf and actually stopping it dead.

The two paused for a fraction of a second, and the arrogance that had been cultivated in "Princess Eleanor Hartcastle" came to the surface as her submissiveness was left in full retreat. "What's the matter, your fancy toys not able to stand up to the full might of a dragon of royal blood?" She smirked, bringing her leg up with a solid kick to the crotch.

Her opponent staggered back, grunting with annoyance. "Fuck you hit hard... get yourself some new toys?" He asked as the two circle each other, dragoness and wolf eyeing the other for any openings, searching for a way to strike.

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"Well, I figured it wasn't fair that I only had my own abilities and you had your armor, so I evened the odds a bit." She replied, grinning as she tried to cover how exhausted she was from running the two magical items at once. Her mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour, but it was hard to keep it focused on her opponent, with her attention being drawn by every new sound or sight that entered her brain, leaving her looking twitchy as the belt filled her body with physical energy, causing her to be constantly making small movements. Unfortunately for the dragoness, being light on your feet might be good, but being incapable of holding a stance is not.

Her mind told her the mistake she'd made as her enemy charged, but with the boost to her speed and strength, she overdid her counter move, overextending herself as her rival closed the distance. A solid blow to the arm, and she heard bone SNAP like a stick, pain shooting up her limb. And in that moment, she had lost, not because the wound was insurmountable, if she had a few moments of peace she could heal it and her opponents armor was badly damaged, but because it showed him what was going on.

"Did you even try to practice with those new toys before fighting me 'Princess'?" He mocked her. "That seems like a bad decision for someone who claims to want to win... did you sabotage your own chances of victory just to satisfy what's left of your pride?"

She blushed at that, the pain and mocking tone cutting deep. "I... you're delusional, I am not a mewling kitten, or any other sort of pet, desperate for a masters touch! I am a dragon, and you will respect me as such!" She cried out, swinging at him... and hitting only air, again overextending and feeling a blow slam into her side.

"Well, considering the last time I said anything about that was our last meeting weeks ago... have you been thinking about that all this time?" He teased, his stance relaxing as they shifted from a battle of strength to a battle of wills, one that he knew he had an advantage in.

The dragoness flushed at his words, her breath catching as a wave of excitement ran through her. "I... well... what sort of woman would not remember such scandalous accusations as that! That she enjoyed being a pet, an object to be used..." She felt her breathing coming rapidly as her body quivered in excitement.

"To be fair, that has nothing to do with you being a woman. Even if you were a man, you'd still be excited and aroused about the idea of being a pet. It's just part of who you are." Came the casual, self-confident reply.

At this point, the remnants of her pride were screaming at her to stop this, to punch him in the face... but that part of her was finding that there it had no power over her any more. Her body was excited, images of herself naked and fucked by the confident, powerful wolf running through her mind as she bit her lips.

"That might be true... but I cannot give in, I have my pride, my honor. I cannot just give in to my base instincts like some animal..." She replied, feeling her nipples harden as her opponent... no, her master approached her, a confident sway in his step as he closed the distance.

"Well, that's something you'll need to get over if you want to embrace your true self." He said reaching up gently. "All you have to do now is let go of those inhibitions, reach back... and submit. Believe me, I don't mistreat my pets. So long as you obey, you'll never feel lost and unsure ever again. Just surrender, give in" He told her.

For the dragoness heroine, it was to much. She might have been born a princess, taught her entire life that other species existed to serve dragons... but there and then, all she could think of was how nice it would be to never have to worry about the future again. She bit her lip, one last little bit of defiance not letting her give in and accept her place. "I... I can't. Not until you defeat me in combat. I'll never forgive myself if I just give up." She hated the words as they left her mouth, but they were true, her training and attitudes ran to deep to be overcome through her own strength.

She could have sworn he smiled at those words. "Well, I certainly can accommodate that little issue. A good master understands their pets quirks after all." He teased, bracing for an attack. A series of blows passed between them, her defense barely holding as he maneuvered around her, teasing all the while. "Hmmm, I think the first thing I'll do is roast up those legs of yours, they're nice and meaty. Maybe take the arms as well, turn you into a fuckpillow for a few days as I get you used to life as a pet."

Her body reacted to those words, excitement running through her at the thought. As he pulled back and readied an attack, her supercharged mind saw what was coming, but she was so caught up in her excitement and arousal that she did nothing as he struck, knocking her to the ground and pulling out cuffs designed to hold those with super strength. As he placed them on, he ran his hands over her body, she moaned with pleasure. I have been beaten. I didn't surrender, I was defeated. My honor has been maintained... and now I can be what I was always meant to be, a pet. She thought, moaning with pleasure as she came just from the thought.

Red Raider grinned as he pulled off her spandex costume, the dragonesses thick, powerful body exposed to the air as he worked his handpaws over her. "That was easier than I thought. You must have been desperate for this, thinking about it every night, your mind conflicted between that silly pride and what you knew your fate should be... well, don't worry, you're safe now. From now on, all you have to do is obey."

"Ahh..." Her breath came out in ragged moans as she saw the spectators who had been watching the fight cheer and jeer at her naked form. "You'll... I am yours." She blushed hard. "I... I want to serve." She finally admitted, her mind feeling ironically more free once the words were said than before.

"And you will." He grinned, patting her thick, meaty ass as he took the artifacts off of her, leaving her entirely naked as the crowd enjoyed the sight. Dragging her to her feet, he noted her height and power, the way her muscular body shifted with each movement. If I didn't have this power armor I'd have been crushed... it might have been entertaining to try and convince her to be a pet while never beating her though. Ah well, maybe if another stronger than me hero shows up I can try it then. He thought as he dragged her away, shooing off fans as he slipped through alleys and side streets to a hidden entrance to his lair.

Licking his lips, the wolf stepped out of his armor as he dragged the dragoness after him, his grip on her rough, but without any bindings or his power armor even with one arm broken she was strong enough she could easily overpower him and escape... if she wanted to. Looking at the way she followed obediently, he could tell that was not the case.

Inside her mind, the conflict that had raged for several long days was finally resolved. The powerful dragoness trembled with every step, feeling as she was guided into a very familiar kitchen. On that counter, for the first time, she had been fucked and forced to change forms as her captor tested which provided him with the best meat. The casual objectification, reducing her from a pompous arrogant dragon to a delicious piece of meat. She shook her head as the memory faded, her naked body brought forward and guided, the weaker wolf easily pushing her where he wanted as she finally realized why she was enjoying this.

I don't have to care any more. No more worrying about my reputation, or what people say about me, or any of that. I am a pet, a thing, here for my owner to use and eat, and none of that bullshit matters anymore... Plus, she thought as she was bent over the counter, the canine's cock slamming into her cunt as his handpaws roamed her form, the sex is pretty fucking fun.

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"Harder, fuck me harder!" She moaned, reveling in the feeling as the reality of her situation sank in, her mind going crazy with lust as she was pounded hard, getting even more excited as she felt a thick oil mixed with herbs drizzle over her scaled body. "Oh fuck master..."

"That's the idea pet." Came the smug response. "I really am glad I got to you first, if you'd figured out your submissive tendencies yourself you'd have probably gone with some goody-two-shoes hero as your dom, and they would probably have kept it secret and private... fucking prudes, all of them." He reached around, massaging her massive tits as he worked the oil into every inch of her meat.

She shuddered at his words, drawing a smile from the wolf. "That sounds horrible, doesn't it? Don't worry, you won't have to hide what you are with me, the whole world will see that you're my pet, and that you're happy like that." He leaned in, pressing against her muscular body, twisting her nipples to tease her.

She let out a moan, cumming at his words. "The whole world..." the amount of pleasure she felt was surprising, even to her and she nearly lost the ability to stand from the strength of her orgasm. Panting, she felt her master continue to fuck her, moaning and panting as her mind was quickly filled with pleasure again.

"Yes pet, the whole world." Red replied, grinning as he began to take off the rest of his uniform, exposing himself to her so she could look at him as he truly was. "But not right now. Right now, it's time for you to cook for me, and only me. I'll introduce you to my lovely henchmen and the like when you regenerate, but tonight is only for the two of us." He said, smacking her juicy ass as he stroked her tail, coating the thick meaty appendage with oil as his new pet grinned.

"I... yes master." She said, looking over at him and taking in her new owners naked form. The tall, muscular anthro wolf had, in addition to his other powers, the stereotypical good looks the media loved to imply all super powered people had, musculature visible even underneath his thick black fur, a strong, steady posture as he fucked and dominated her, slathering her scales until they shined like rubies under the kitchen lights. "Do... do you want to be called master, or by your villain name, or..." She blushed, asking another super for their real name was taboo, and even being fucked and prepped for dinner by him wasn't enough to overcome that.

Fortunately, her master understood her feelings. "Call me Blake, or master, whichever fits the situation. As long as you are obedient, I don't care that much about performative BS like what name you use as long as you use it respectfully." He told her as he ran his handpaws over her massive draconic legs, the thick muscles of her thighs tensing at his touch as he murmured. "These are some nice drumsticks you have here... I'm going to enjoy sinking my teeth into them." He told her with a grin, his muzzle flashing a thick row of teeth as he added a small growl to his words, looking for all the world like a predator towering over his prey.

"I... well, master, my full name is Eleanor Hartcastle... but you may rename me whatever you want, although with how stuck up my family is, parading me around with their name will surely piss them off... and I do hope you enjoy all of my meat." She looked a bit uncomfortable as he rubbed into her back, powerful muscles kneading her tense frame until she nearly melted, fucking her all the while.

Her discomfort was noted by her owner as he finished up and lowered her into an oven pan on her back, reaching down and rubbing her front all over until she was coated head to toe. "Hmmmm... something tells me my meal is not all that happy. Is someone having second thoughts?" Blake asked, grabbing a pre-made bowl of stuffing as he pushed her knees up to her shoulders, leaving her in an exposed turkey pose as she was stuffed.

"It's... well, regeneration will take me five days, and by then even if there are leftovers they won't be fresh... it's stupid." Eleanor said, blushing and moaning as she felt her cunt fill up with stuffing as Blake switched to her ass, pounding away at her thick, muscular rear entrance over and over.

"Well, it's good you aren't having second thoughts, bit late now. But as for that... don't worry about it pet, all you need to know is that you'll be delicious." Blake told her, teasing her clit as he stuffed and pounded away at the dragoness, reaching for a rope and binding knee to shoulder and ankle to thigh, keeping her restrained as her belly began to swell with stuffing. The sight of the massive, nearly twice his height dragoness bound and stuffed like that sent a thrill of excitement through him, and as he teased and fucked her he saw her come close to another orgasm. With a grunt, Blake slammed his cock inside her, the canine's knot expanding as he filled her rump with his seed.

Panting, he watched as his pet came along with him, moaning and arching her back as she did, and her request settled in the back of his head. Thinking back in his mind, he remembered an experimental device he'd "liberated" from another villain who had tried to skimp out on payments for a job. Well, it's not like I lose anything if it doesn't work... He thinks as he leans over to a wall-mounted touchscreen, casually ordering a lockbox in his inner workshop to be opened and for the dumbwaiter, large enough and strong enough to hold a whole-roasted person for obvious reasons, rumbled as the automated systems provided him with his request.

Turning back to the dragoness, he gave her a smile as his stomach rumbled, binding her wrists to her shoulders and her elbows to her sides so she was incapable of moving. With one last bit of rope wrapping around and squeezing the base of her tits, a large red apple in her mouth, and a series of carrots slid into her cunt, he reached over to the arriving dumbwaiter and pulled out a thick, technological collar. Placing it around her neck as he stuck a thick thermometer up her ass, he slid the glistening dragoness into the oven and watched to see if it worked.

Eleanor felt the heat washing over her body, seeping into her pores. The shapeshifter could take the form of many different types of dragon, and she knew from experience that as a red dragon she needed higher temperatures and longer cooking times to make her meat nice and tasty for her master.Leaning back, exhausted by the fight, the injuries she had taken, the lack of sleep as she had grappled with her desires... all of it caught up to her, and she closed her eyes as the heat welcomed her like a blanket. An automatic machine built into the oven occasionally renewed the basting as slowly the oil and herbs baked into her flesh and the heat made it through her natural defenses. But despite all that, she did not die.

Several hours after sliding his roast into the oven, Blake returned to the kitchen, sniffing the air to smell the roasted dragoness. With a grin, he peeked in and liked what he saw. The collar around her neck had done its job, even as her body had cooked into perfect meat, her head had been engulfed with a small field of warm but not deadly air, and as her organs had failed basic life support had been taken over by systems inside it. It was only good for a day or so, but that was all he needed for this.

Opening the door, his stomach moaned with how hungry he was, his super-strength metabolism leaving him famished from the long wait for dinner. But as the smell of his new pets roasted meat filled the air, similar to the smell of high quality spicy chicken, even if that comparison fell far short of the reality of the aromas in the air. Using his enhanced strength, he slid the pan and its sleeping occupant onto the counter, watching as steam wafted from it. Grabbing a large plate and a set of silverware, he got to work.

First, one of her massive tits was sliced off, the juicy milky tit meat parting for the knife as if was never there. Then he traveled south, carving off the inner thigh and rump on her right side, before finally taking the tastiest but smallest cut: her cunt filet.

Grinning, he patted her on the head as he scooped some stuffing from the hole left behind. "Wake up sleepy, time for you to get your wish." He told her, grinning as he felt up his new pet, watching as she slowly stirred into consciousness despite not having a body.

"I... what?" She asked, confused as Blake pressed a button and the collar sliced through her neck, dropping her head onto his handpaw. "I'm Up!" She shouted, the sudden movement having shocked her into wakefulness.

"Well, technically you are." Blake snarked as he picked up the severed head by a horn, grinning as he gave her a view of her roasted and carved up body. "So, you wanted to taste yourself, yeah? Well, as a gift for accepting your place as my pet, I am willing to give you a taste." He told her, grinning as she stammered and sputtered, disbelieving what was happening.

"I... well... maybe... could I have some of my breast?" She asked, licking her lips in anticipation. "I've been wondering how they taste ever since I saw that video you sent me where you devoured them... you looked like you really enjoyed them."

With a smirk, Blake moved to the table with his plate, the steaming tit resting on it. Bringing down his knife, he sliced through the scales around it, exposing the meat below before her carved out a piece around the size of his handpaw. Spearing it with his fork, he placed her head on the table next to him and dropped the meat in her open jaw. Watching as his pet enjoyed her own flavor, her carved off a chunk for himself.

Taking a bite, master and pet enjoyed the meat together, the naturally soft and milky tit meat combining with the inherent spiciness of a red dragon to make her taste deliciously sweet and spicy. Blake felt his rumbling stomach finally begin to quiet as he shoveled nearly a pound of tit meat into it, looking over at the severed dragon head munching away at her bite.

Eleanor let out a moan of pleasure as she finished up her piece, staring up at her master. "I'm delicious." She said in an aroused tone, a strange feat considering the lack of genitals. "No wonder you kept tracking me down to eat me, if that was my only way to get a meal like this I'd do it to!"

Blake chuckles as he rubs her head. "Well, that was only part of the reason. Even back then I could tell you'd make a good pet, and boy was I right!" He says as he picks up her cunt filet, taking a nice big bite out of it. The meat is an explosion of flavors on his tongue, her sexual fluids mixing with the oil and the natural tenderness of the meat to create a cut that nearly sizzled with spicy heat and sexual pleasure. His cock hardened at the taste, and looking down at the conveniently placed dragoness head on his table, he grinned.

"Master, what-" She asked as he picked her up, plopping her airway down on his cock, pushing up through her throat.

"One advantage of that collar is, now that that throat isn't keeping you alive, I can use it like the rest of your holes." He growled as he slammed her down around his cock. Feeling her muscles grip and push at his shaft, he lets out a small growl as he leans over, carving off a chunk of muscular thigh meat, enjoying the deliciously spicy and flavorful cut, lightly marbled but turned tender by the long hours in the kitchen as he devoured it.

Eleanor heard her master carve and devour her meat as she was bounced up and down on his cock, her throat filled by the throbbing red rocket. She could feel it pressing against the roof of her mouth, reminding her that her master could and would get pleasure from her body as often as he wanted... and loving it. She closed her eyes, embracing the feeling of helplesness for the first time in her life. This is so much better than fighting back, struggling and pretending I could ever truly control my life... at least now I know who is controlling my life. She looked up with a grin, smelling as he flesh was devoured.

Soon enough, her master finished his meal, and with a grin he reached down and pumped her head on his cock like a fleshlight, stroking himself to orgasm and cumming hard, filling her mouth with his seed as his knot inflated and locked her head to his crotch. Shrugging, he put the leftovers away for the next meal and went to bed, his new pet still locked to his cock as he went to sleep.