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An Overpowering Ring

Part 2

For Sinister

By Draconicon

Andrea groaned as the morning forced itself upon her, much like a certain Dalmatian had done the night before. The purple-furred feline groaned into her pillow, started to roll over -

"Mmmph...no, no..."

She shook her head, burying her face deeper into her pillow as she felt the sheer intensity of the ache under her tail. The sheer stretch that she had gone through the day before, the heat of that dildo going in the way that it did, hell, the size of it: it all came crashing down on her as her asshole reminded her that she didn't really have any experience on the bottom and had no business in the slightest taking something that big between her ass cheeks.

The feeling continued for a few seconds until it started fading away with a more relaxed pose, and she took a few deep breaths of her pillow. There was a warmth in the air that matched the sort of musk that she was used to smelling off of Tesla, which meant that either she had been painted with a load of seed before going to bed, or she had been soaked and drenched and then put to sleep wet, or...or something like that. She doubted that she was in Tesla's room at the moment, because that would have been...well, frankly, a whole lot smellier.

She groaned as she rolled slowly to her side, taking her time to keep her ass cheeks together this time. Her whole body felt stiff and sore, and she groaned again as she looked at the nightstand. A dildo was waiting there, one that was still shiny with old lube, and she knew that it had been the monster that had split her hole in two just last night. She stared at the knotted base, the tapered tip, and covered her face with a pillow.

That had no business going up my ass, she thought, shaking her head. I'm the top here. Why the hell...

She had planned on making the relationship between her and Tesla a little more interesting, a little more engaging, but she had never, ever thought that it would go as far as this. This was supposed to be a simple bit of fun, something that she could encourage the Dalmatian into from time to time, not something that ended up with her being the one getting fucked.

Yet, here she was, in her own bed, smelling of horny dog rather than the other way around. What the hell had happened?

Andrea looked down at her hand, feeling something solid against her fingers. It was only when she saw the shimmering band around her finger that she remembered that particular thing, and she groaned again as she covered her head in her pillow.

Right. Aludiana.

The ring had been a 'gift' from the daemonette, a way for the two of them to get together. At least, that was what Andrea had assumed it was. She didn't know how this was supposed to get them together, except with her as the bitch.

She eventually managed to roll the rest of the way out of bed, shaking her head as she looked at the toy. She slowly pushed a finger against the tip, nudging it bit by bit until it tipped over and fell onto the floor.

"Never again."

Shaking her head, she got up and went to the closet. There wasn't much hanging there that was clean. It seemed that Tesla had gone completely overboard the night before and had gone as far as using her dick to mark everything that belonged to the feline. Her dresses, shirts, and pants were all soaked with cum, dangling with slimy strings, and she growled under her breath as she imagined what she was going to do to the Dalmatian for ruining her clothes.

At least there was a pair of sweat pants left for her, though nothing in the way of underwear. She shook her head, sliding her long legs into them, shaking her hips back and forth as she dragged them up. Not comfortable, but not the worst, either. Better than yoga pants, considering what had happened the day before.

She's probably at work right now, anyway. Better find a way to get in touch with Aludiana, figure out what in the world is going on with this ring, and how to reverse it. Even...

She stopped herself, blinking at the thought that had come to mind. The idea that she might have enjoyed such treatment the day before was laughable, though it wasn't...unpleasant, she had to admit. The idea of getting rammed, however, was not.

Not yet, anyway.

She shook her head, finding a half-transparent top that would have to do for the day. She shimmied into it, wiggling it over her shoulders and down over her chest. Her breasts were not comfortable without a bra, but that was something else that she'd have to deal with.

Tesla was making her have to deal with a lot, she realized.

Gathering all the dirty clothes, she shoved them into a basket and took them down the hall to the laundry room. Upending the whole thing into the machine, she doused it with a double-load of detergent and then slammed the lid down, setting it for an oversized cycle. She wasn't taking any chances with that pungent, musky stuff. She wanted to make sure that it all came out.

All of it.

Shaking her head as the machine started up, she walked down the hall to the living room -

Zmmmmm.

And she felt the same feeling as she did when she was 'playing' with Tesla the day before, a humming sound that went from the ring, through her skull, and then vibrated through her entire body. She gasped, standing up straight, her eyes widening as she felt the urge to take off her shirt.

After all, Tesla liked her exposed.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

She fought it, briefly, but her hands moved of their own accord. They might have been shaky, trying to hold back, but that didn't mean a goddamn thing when they reached the base of her shirt. Andrea blushed worse than ever as she started pulling her shirt off, dragging it up to just under her breasts before she briefly managed to seize control again. She didn't want to get naked. She didn't want to -

Zmmmmmmm.

The hum was louder, longer this time, and it pushed her hands right up past her breasts. The shirt came up and off, sliding past her head and then getting dropped on the floor. She gasped as she did, and she heard Tesla from the living room.

"Oh, you're awake! Come on, come on. Let me see!"

The purple feline didn't know what else she could do. She felt compelled to head out there, though not as compelled as she'd been to take off her shirt, and she didn't have anywhere else she could go. If she ran, then Tesla would just chase after her like a dog after a car. If she didn't obey -

Obey...mmmph...

There was something pleasurable to that thought, something that sent a stiffening sensation right down her spine and into her dick. Her cock started throbbing just over her balls, and she glared at the half-bulge that created in her sweat-pants.

You're not playing fair.

Zmmmmmmm.

And then the compulsion seized her. Bare from the waist up, she walked into the living room, and almost immediately, Tesla was grinning.

The Dalmatian was completely dressed, wearing slacks and a nicer, button-up blouse, something that Andrea could almost swear had been stolen from her mess of a room. She opened her mouth, trying to find the words to be annoyed -

"Come on, come here. You look so sexy like that. I mean, like, seriously, why would you wear clothes when you look that hot?"

"Because I'm supposed to be in charge of people," she said through gritted teeth, making her way to the couch and sitting down. "And because it is what people do."

"Yeah, but you look better as a pet kitty cat."

"Nnngh..."

"And you look even hotter with your boobs out."

The Dalmatian leaned down, sniffing over them, and she could feel her cheeks burning hotter and hotter at the humiliation that followed. She didn't even know why it felt humiliating, but it did, particularly when Tesla jammed her nose under the cat's breasts, sniffing at the boob-sweat pools that were just under them. She wished that she'd taken the time to get a shower before getting rid of her messy clothes, but there had been little in the way of clear thinking ever since she woke up.

"Mmm, you smell nice today."

"I smell like I haven't bathed in a few days."

"No, you smell musky, and that's hot."

Zmmmmmmmmmmmm.

She stiffened in more ways than one at that statement, and her cheeks burned all the hotter as she felt her cock stiffening further. Had that ring just...no, no, there was no way that it was putting a fetish in her mind to be all smelly, right? She knew that Tesla liked it when she could play with musky things, but that wasn't what was actually happening here, right? She wasn't doomed to be all sweaty and shiny, to only get it off every few days rather than every day, and -

Oh god, the more she thought about it, the harder her cock got. The humiliation was spreading through her cheeks in a red flood, and it only got worse when Tesla leaned in between her breasts and sniffed again.

"Mmmm, there's my smell."

"Mmmph...I was going to wash."

"Awww, but you're so sexy like this."

"Tesla. I stink."

"But I like it when you smell like me."

Zmmmmmmmmmm.

"Ffffff - mmmph!"

And just like that, Tesla had grabbed her hand, pulled it over, and jammed it down the front of her pants. On instinct, Andrea had opened her fingers, and now, she had the other woman's cock between them. She stared down at the Dalmatian's crotch, then slowly lifted her head to look Tesla in the eyes properly.

"What...the hell...are you doing?"

"I'm having fun. Aren't you having fun? I thought that you'd like to play a good kitty for a dog like me."

Zmmmmm.

There had to be a limit to this. There had to be. And if there wasn't, then she was going to have to find that daemonette and make her make some, because this was getting ridiculous. She had her hand going in a quick handjob beneath the other woman's pants, and she could already feel all the cock slime flowing, all the slick mess that was going to coat her fingers and leave them stinking of sex. She was going to be marked for days with all this mess, and it was all Aludiana's fault.

She blushed worse and worse as she kept stroking that shaft, getting it good and stiff beneath the slacks, making it throb and twitch. It didn't take long until she could feel the slight veins that ran beneath the shaft starting to get a little stiffer and harder, too, standing out against the cock proper.

"Mmmph..."

"You like it."

"I didn't say that."

"Come on, you like feeling my cock. I've always dreamed of people liking that, wanting to see it, touch it, taste it...smell it..."

Zmmmmmmmm.

I swear to god...to all gods...fuck...fuck...

She was getting hungry for it, she realized, a taste for that cock growing in the back of her throat, something that wanted to feel it jamming down the back of her neck and running into her guts. Some part of the cat wanted to be gagged on that shaft, to feel it pulsing, cumming, squirting into her. She wanted to...

She wanted to be face-fucked right into subby oblivion.

With a groan, her body moved on its own. Her fingers pulled the Dalmatian's zipper down, and then she was between the canine's legs, shoving her face against that dick and pulling it against her cheeks. The slime oozing from it ran along her face, along her whiskers, and then over her lips before -

POP!

Down her mouth it went, and she slammed her face forward so hard, so fast, that she almost banged her nose against Tesla's groin. The sharp, salty taste of pre-cum was already flooding her mouth, but she couldn't stop. Not here, not now, not when it tasted this good and she needed it that badly.

Andrea slammed her face forward again, and again, each time taking that stiff cock all the way down her throat, each time rubbing her chin against the Dalmatian's balls. Sweat, pre-cum, musk, all of it combined into a strong scent that continued to fill her nostrils with each bob of her head, and she groaned under her breath as she took it again and again. Breathe, bob, swish her tongue around, swallow, and then come back up for another breath. One after another, getting faster, faster, faster, until she was almost a blur on her roommate's cock.

Mmmph...mmmph...

Tesla grabbed her by the back of her head, starting to shove her down further, faster, making her do more with each and every bob of her head. The taste of pre-cum was growing stronger, even though most of it was going down the back of her throat. She wasn't sure that she cared. All that mattered was that musk, that taste, that feeling of a cock in her throat.

"Oh, fuck, you're so...so fast...so eager...oh, god, I love it. Are you addicted to my cock? Are you? Please say yes."

_No, no, no! Not -

Zmmmmmmmmmmm._

She would have screamed the f-bomb as loud as she could at that moment, but her throat was a little busy at the time. Up, down, up, down, each time taking it that little bit further, that little bit deeper. She reached the base, swallowed, and then came back up for air. Not for long, though, and then went back down, grinding her face into the spotted, black and white fur at the bottom, grinding her nose into that musky flesh, sucking it down.

Each breath fed that mind-controlling addiction that was getting stronger by the second. Tesla's dick, Tesla's musky balls, her powerful size, her insatiable libido. All of it combined in a need that the feline didn't know how to deal with.

She barely realized that she'd shifted her pose until it was already done. No longer kneeling, she was squatting down, posed on her tiptoes, and she could feel her heels digging into her ass cheeks, pushing them apart and -

"Mmmph..."

Andrea could feel her ass cheeks parting enough for the fabric of her sweat pants to rub up against her asshole, reminding her of how undressed she was, how deep down she had already gone. She barely cared at the moment, her cock throbbing hard in her sweats, pushing forward and creating a bulge that she could barely control. She humped against it from time to time, feeling her slimy cock rubbing against the inside of her increasingly slippery pants.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

And through it all, she was still giving Tesla the best blowjob that she could, trying to drag her head along one side of the shaft and then the other, giving everything that she had to make sure that the blowjob was as hot and sexy and wonderful as she could manage. She had become addicted, alright, and needed more. More, more, more.

She went down to the base again, sucking, swallowing, and Tesla grabbed her head tighter, pushing her down, humping and grinding on her tongue. The taste of cock, sweat, pre-cum, everything was making her head spin, her nostrils flaring.

"Mmmph...ah...ah...oh, god, you love my cock so much. Fuck. Your cock doesn't even matter anymore, does it? Does it...does it even get hard?"

Zmmmmmm.

And just like that, the little question became a demand on her body, one that forced her cock to start sagging back down, no longer pushing the front of her sweatpants forward. Andrea tried to control herself, tried to think of sexy things that would bring it back. Hell, she even went so far as to lean forward and start sucking all the way down to the root again, pulling back and licking at those musky balls, but nothing worked.

Her cock went from fully hard to fully soft in less than a minute, and then it hung there, leaving her shivering, panting, gasping.

Tesla finally stared down at her, looking at past her own cock, and the Dalmatian gasped. For a moment, Andrea thought that it might be enough to shock her roommate into thinking that something was wrong, that they might need to stop.

That moment showed what an idiot she was.

Tesla gasped happily, her hands going to her cheeks as she grinned wide.

"Oh, my, god. That's perfect."

"Mmmph? What...why..."

"I didn't want to compete with you, Andrea, but you always...um, you were always the smaller one. And now, we don't have to worry about that! I can be the top dog, and you can be the bitch, and we'll both be happier!"

"I - you can't be -"

"Come on. I got a new game to play."

And just like that, Tesla had a condom in her hand. Andrea didn't know where she'd gotten it, didn't know where it had come from, but there it was. She stared at it, and then watched as the Dalmatian slowly slid it down her cock. Her mind was racing with the different possibilities of what that might mean.

Is...is she going to fuck me? No way. That wouldn't fit, and she wouldn't care about a condom for that. Is it just latex stuff? No, she would try something different, and she's never shown me that. Maybe -

Pulling Andrea's hands into place, Tesla leaned back, grinning.

"Go on. Jerk me off."

"...Why the condom?"

"Because I cum a lot, remember? I don't want to make a mess."

"Then...why not..."

Andrea couldn't believe she was even asking, but she pointed to her mouth, trying to gesture at it. The Dalmatian giggled.

"Because I want you to drink it from the condom, silly."

From the condom. She looked down at the latex sheath that was already straining just to contain that throbbing shaft, and she imagined how full it was going to be in a few minutes. The idea sent a shiver down her spine, and it was the sort of shiver that made her wonder if she was completely sane at the moment. The fact that she was this close to just asking to suck it down as a blowjob or a facefuck rather than that...

But she did as she was told. She didn't know why, but she knew that it was better to go along with it before Tesla started begging. The more different kinks she said, the more that Andrea would be forced to go along with them. Hell, she was already feeling the withdrawal from not actually sucking the cock, and she knew that the addiction had become real. Somehow, the ring was making each and every fantasy that Tesla had a reality, and considering what some of them did, she needed to keep those from adding up any further.

She leaned in, kissing the head through the condom as her hands flew up and down along the side. The sheer girth of that shaft, the way that it was so eager, meant that the condom was barely enough to contain the whole thing, and when she started dripping...

Tesla had always been productive, but Andrea had never seen the other woman be...well, edged, she supposed, and the sight of the occasional throb and spurt through the condom, the way that it started filling up the tip and then started oozing down through the inside of the condom, didn't bode well for her. Each and every throb meant that there was more slime inside that she'd have to eat. It was going to be something almost like a meal.

I just wish she'd fuck it into me...

Andrea's eyes went wide at the thought passed through her mind, and she desperately shook her head, trying to pretend that it hadn't happened. No. She wasn't a slut. She wasn't that needy sort of bitch. She was a good, prideful, powerful feline, and not some dog's chew toy or fuck bitch or -

Another breath, and the strong smell of those heavy balls rose to her nose. Her hole clenched, squeezing against the back of her sweat pants again, and she groaned in humiliated arousal. God, this was not the way that she had planned to spend the morning, and it was getting worse by the second. Somehow, this ring was going to turn her into a slut, and a mega-slut at that.

Just...just hold out...a little longer...

She kept her eyes on that stiff prick before her, her eyes locked with that condom-covered cock. She tried to imagine what it would be like if that was turned around, if she was the one in charge and she was making Tesla waste her load into a condom rather than into a person. That...that was almost sexy. Pretty sexy. Not quite as sexy as Tesla, though, and she knew that the ring was interfering with her.

But it was still something that kept her from completely losing her mind, so she held onto it, keeping it in her head, forcing herself to remember that image. She could be the milker, the one that held the power again. As long as she got through this, she might just have enough of herself to be a proper dom once more.

Stroke, stroke, stroke. Her fingers flew along the condom-covered cock, making it drip and throb and ooze. A distended balloon of pre-cum began to form at the tip as so much of it started to fill the damn thing, making it swell and come near to the point of bursting. The purple cat stared at the thick bubble, hardly able to believe that one person could produce so much, but there it was, and Tesla hadn't even cum yet.

A little more. Just a little more...

She leaned down, kissing the canine's thick balls, feeling how wet the fur down there had become. She was on the verge of blowing her load, and she knew that it was going to be a hell of a shot. The condom was going to be necessary to avoid steam-cleaners coming in to fix things afterwards, and that was something else that she had never considered. A partner that would be that messy should have been a liability, but with the way that her mind had been fucked with, she knew that it was only a matter of time until she'd need Tesla to be even messier.

The bulge at the tip of the condom swelled, bobbed, swelled again. Tesla moaned out loud, starting to hump Andrea's hands. She was on the verge of blowing -

"Nnnngh!"

No, not on the verge. She was blowing her load. She came, and she came hard, shooting her seed into the condom. The thick white shots were well and truly thicker than the pre-cum flooding the balloon at the tip, and it swelled the already-bulbous thing into something that was truly huge. One shot, two, three, four, until the bulge was nearly the size of a good knot, something that would have struggled to slide out of a person's hole.

And yet, it still looked...sexy...

Andrea felt weak in the knees as she stared at the mess in the condom, completely conflicted in how she felt about it. On the one hand, she didn't want to touch it. She wanted to throw it away, to never think about eating so much cum at once.

On the other, the addiction was burning through her. Some part of her wanted all of that seed and more, to have Tesla fuck her right into the ground and then rut her some more, to fill her holes, front and back, with that much over and over and over again.

The ring was fucking with her hard, and she whimpered, her forced-limp cock drooling pre-cum into her pants.

"Hah...ha...well, look at that...looks like...we got breakfast for you," Tesla said with a happy giggle. "Go on. Take it off, enjoy."

Andrea nodded, taking her time to slowly remove the latex sleeve from the other woman's cock. It was heavy, surprisingly so, and the sheer amount of seed was the stuff of legends. She'd be drinking this down for the next few minutes, she realized, and the more that she thought about it, the more she realized that she'd have to do it fast. Otherwise, it'd get cold, slimy, and it'd be more solid.

This is bad enough on its own. If it went like that...no. No, just do it quickly.

Under the Dalmatian's watchful eye, she did as she was told and swallowed the cum, tilting the condom back and letting it roll down along the insides towards her mouth. The first bunch was thick as hell, and it clung to her tongue and squelched between her teeth as it was forced into her mouth. It almost made her gag, considering how much effort she had to put out to get it go down her throat, but she kept going, pushing herself more and more.

Eventually, the first mouthful went down, and she had to take the second. Salt, slime, a bit of bitter, a bit of sweet. The flavors were hardly something that one could say belonged to a gourmet meal, but the proteins were probably thicker than in anything that she had eaten recently. She tried to think of it that way as she went through the demeaning process of swallowing another mouthful of cum.

Tesla watched her as she took the third mouthful, and the feline had to admit that the humiliating act was getting easier. Not tremendously so, but enough that she did notice that she was taking less time with each and every mouthful. One more, and then another, then another.

The seventh mouthful was the last, and she burped as she tried to force it into her mouth. The taste of cum coming from the other direction was not something that she wanted to repeat anytime soon, but she still got it. She swallowed hard, feeling her stomach rolling with the sheer amount of dog cum down there.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"Come on. You got this. You got it!"

"Mmmph...it's just so much..."

"What do you mean? You love it?"

...Oh no.

"You wanted it so bad last night."

"Tesla, please -"

"You said -"

"Tesla, no!"

"It's so hot that you're addicted to my cock, and if you'd just love my cum, too..."

Zmmmmmmmmmmmm.

The amount of frustration that Andrea felt at the latest tingles running up and down her spine could not have been expressed in anything short of the rawest rage combined with the angry explosion of a volcano. If her mouth had been free at that moment, she would have been shouting at the top of her lungs. If her hands hadn't been occupied, she would have put them to use strangling the Dalmatian for what she'd just done to her.

As it was, she had to put both of them to use desperately trying to suck down the delicious treat in the condom that she still had left to consume, and she groaned as she felt the liquid nectar running over her tongue. It was like the most delicious ambrosia, leaving her moaning under her breath, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she forced herself to swallow the disgusting, slimy, wonderful mess.

Down her throat it went, and then she burped again. She groaned, hugging her stomach as she felt the sheer weight of all that cum down in her guts, trying her utmost to avoid letting it come back up. If it did that, the mess was going to be horrendous, and she didn't know if she'd be able to keep her addiction from kicking in and -

Oh god, no. Stay down. Stay down. Stay. Down.

When she swallowed the last of it, Tesla leaped down from the couch and hugged her, nuzzling her cheek. The expression of affection was lovely, but at the same time, she would have preferred to avoid it. She wanted to just let it all settle, not -

"Gah!"

A sudden pull under her arms yanked her to her feet, where the bowling ball of a cum ball in her stomach continued to roll around. The energetic Dalmatian didn't stop there, either, forcing her down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" she groaned.

"My room!"

"Why?"

"Because we're not done!"

"Tesla...please..."

"No, no, we gotta get your ass trained. Remember how much you loved it when I was using the toy before?"

"Mmmph...don't remind me..."

"Well, it'll be even better when the toy's done and I can start using my dick. You'll love it. And I'll love you loving it."

Zmmmmmmmmm.

And just like that, she was the one leading the way down the hallway. Jumping through the doorway, she landed on Tesla's bed with a thump, and only then had a moment to realize what had just happened.

This...isn't...fair...

The feline barely had time to think about that before she was whipped around, her pants yanked off before she was flipped onto her back with her legs spread. Tesla was grinning ear to ear, of course, and fumbled around under the bed. Several big toys - including a large chastity cage, an egg-shaped butt plug, a flogger, and other BDSM equipment - all came flying free, only for her to stop with something that looked more like a club than it did a toy.

It looked like a nightstick, as a matter of fact, something that a cop would carry around. It was completely black, had a rubber-topped end, and it was probably about a foot long. Not as thick as the cock that she had been sucking, but not far from it, either.

Tesla grinned, slapping the feline's ass cheeks a few times with it.

"I'm going to get this thing nice and open for you. Promise. We'll be fucking by noon tomorrow."

"But...but..."

"Don't worry! I'll call in to work and make sure that they know that you're too busy to come in. Or, you know. Sick." Tesla winked in the most innocent way that one could have imagined, then hummed to herself. She jammed the toy into her mouth...then further...then further...sucking the thing all the way back to the base before pulling it back out. "There, that should have it nice and wet for this."

Andrea could only stare, her eyes flicking from the toy to the far wall. She could see a mirror there, one that allowed her to look down her body and see that her ass cheeks had already been somewhat spread by her position. More than that, she could see that her asshole was still a little stretched from the antics that they had gone through yesterday. Not a gape, but definitely stretched, no longer tight, and more...more rubbed looking, like it had gone through some stuff.

"Ooooh, I've been wanting to do this for so long. Thank you, Andrea, thank you!" The Dalmatian leaned down and kissed her. Surprisingly deeply, too. "Now, let's get started."

The End

Summary: A continuation of the Overwhelming Ring, Andrea finds herself falling further and further into the sexual tastes of her roommate, becoming more and more of the slut that her Dalmatian friend wants her to be.

Tags: S/S, shemale, female pronouns, dalmatian, feline, roommates, mind control, body control, oral, blowjob, latex, condom, cum eating, humiliation, affection, face-fucking, no underwear, stretching, toys, miniseries, series, cum, orgasm,