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• Another fun throwback, this time to one of the very first prompts I ever had Jeeves fill for me, which had Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet being the submissive slut for a futa Peg Pete, which was titled Surrendering Command. Now, we finally return to the duo, who are inviting some guests over for the slutty fun. Remember to give Jeeves a follow over on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

Surrendering Command - Part 2

"Yesss... mistress, please... oh please, oh please..."

Captain Amelia knelt on all fours, her whole body shaking, sweat pouring down her furred face as hormones ravaged her from head to toe. The only thing keeping her on her feet, allowing her limbs to support her weight, was the presence of Peg. The presence of the curvaceous woman with the huge, thick cock walking across the living room towards her, and the potential that she was about to bury that cock in Amelia's heat-stricken pussy once again.

The doorbell rang. Peg froze, and even as Amelia let slip a helpless cry of misery and anguish, the dog's face turned up in a playful smile.

"Oh my, now who on earth could that possibly be? Amelia, be a good little pet, go answer the door for me."

Amelia's eyes bulged even as her head span. She was in no state to be answering doors. No state to be doing anything other than kneeling on all fours and being bred like the living fuck-toy instinct told her that she was. Nevertheless, the lithe cat couldn't disobey Peg. She wouldn't, even if she could. Thus she somehow struggled to her feet for the first time in over a day, and began to look around for some clothes. She saw Peg's robe discarded across the back of the couch nearby, but before she could take a single step towards it, Peg clicked her tongue sharply.

"What are you doing? I asked you to answer the door, please. Someone's waiting."

She wasn't cruel, she wasn't aggressive in her tone. But somehow that only made the gentle reminder that Amelia was coming close to disobeying her commands by even delaying them a little even worse. The cat mewled and nodded. If Peg had wanted her to wear clothes, she would have told her to wear clothes. She had to stop thinking for herself. She had to stop acting as though she had any control, any reason to remain in command of her own faculties. That wasn't necessary any more. All she had to do now was listen to Peg. To trust in Peg, and everything would be okay.

Amelia's cheeks burned scarlet as she approached the front door, her naked body matted with sweat, her thighs slick with her own rampant arousal and her body streaked and stained with abundant patches of Peg's cum in varied states of stickiness. She didn't delay any further though, and before the bell could ring again, she pulled it wide open to greet who lay on the far side.

Two pairs of eyes immediately began to roam over her naked, heat-ridden and filthily sex-stained body. Two muzzles burst into broad smiles, and as the blue furred vixen and the white coated spaniel stared with unabashed hunger at Amelia's nakedness, Peg's confident, shameless voice rang out from the living room.

"Come on in, ladies. Feel free to take off your coats and shoes, and of course, to use my kitty-cat here however you wish."

Amelia's eyes bulged. She didn't know these strangers. She hadn't expected her body to be exposed to anyone's eyes but Peg's over the next few days while her heat was running rampant. But as she watched the two ladies walk past her with a giggle, eyes still roaming across her body like they were picking out desserts from a cart at a classy restaurant, she realised that she didn't care. Peg trusted these women. Peg had invited them into her home, into her life. And if Peg trusted them enough to be here, then Amelia trusted them as much as she trusted Peg herself. Anything less would be disrespectful, suggesting that she doubted her mistress' taste in friends and lovers. Thus, Amelia spoke for the first time as she watched the two newcomers beginning to remove not just their coats and shoes, but all their clothes right there in the hallway. She addressed them in a gruff, shaky, obviously needy voice, and hoped that her mistress was listening, and that she was making Peg proud.

"Please, don't ask before you use me. Take what you want. Use me however you wish. Just... please, I'm Peg's toy. I'm Peg's pet. And, for as long as she wants you here with her? T-that means I'm yours, too."

Within a minute, Amelia was glad she'd made that choice. Fay sat back on the stairs of Peg's suburban home with her legs spread wide apart, while Amelia buried her tongue as deep in the spaniel's pussy as she could reach. Fay's hands stroked her face tenderly as she worked the other dog's depths, while Amelia's own hands greedily attacked her pussy as she listened to Krystal's screams from the other room. It was abundantly clear that Krystal was getting fucked by Peg, and though jealousy and hunger undeniably rose within Amelia's heart, she buried it again just as swiftly. It wasn't up to her to decide who Peg fucked and when. And she knew from the past day's experiences that it wasn't as though Peg could run out of cum. Indeed if anything the more she came, the hornier she grew, thus the better it would work out for Amelia to have even more pussy around for Peg to plough.

Soon enough though, after making Fay cum a couple of times and listening as Krystal's screams reached a fevered, ear-splitting apex, Amelia and Fay joined Peg in the living room. They found Peg seated beside the currently broken, passed out vixen; Krystal lying with a drunken expression upon her face, her belly rounded with obscenely abundant cum and her pussy still oozing yet more of Peg's over-abundant seed. Within seconds both Fay and Amelia were on their knees between Peg's legs, stroking the smooth, perfectly shaven flesh that was exposed across the majority of Peg's body with eagerly exploring hands while their muzzles pressed against the sides of her thick, unyielding shaft. They revelled in her praise, Fay not her pet in that moment but by no means her equal either as she gleefully, eagerly submitted herself before the other woman's lust. She and Amelia listened to Peg's moans as their hands continued to touch and worship her despite their own pussies begging for attention. Peg's cries grew louder, her grunts and whimpers of ecstasy coming faster and more breathlessly as she approached orgasm. Pre-cum was already flowing down her shaft in a near constant coat, driving the oral efforts of those between her legs to new extremes of impassioned hunger with its near-addictive nature. Yet to Amelia's absolute horror, before she could even make her mistress cum and utterly regardless of her own heat-stricken needs, the doorbell rang once again.

"Ohhfuck... g-go, answer that... Aah... Amelia..."

That was probably the moment when Amelia came closest to disobeying her mistress. After all, she knew as well as Peg herself that the gorgeous woman before her was on the very brink of orgasm, and she wanted to be there to taste it. To drink it down. To gorge herself on it and paint her body with the rampant excess which her belly couldn't hold. Somehow though she forced herself to believe that as devoted as she was to Peg's pleasure, Peg would have told her to stay if cumming in her muzzle was the most important and necessary thing. Thus she pulled herself away, and could only whimper and grope herself helplessly as before she'd even made it to the living room door an almighty wail of rapture rang out from Peg, and she heard Fay gurgling, gagging, and utterly failing to gulp down even the first copious, ceiling-painting blast of the cum which Amelia craved.

When Amelia opened the home's front door once again, her knees almost gave out at the sight which greeted her. Already the two women standing on the front step were entwined together. A much taller, lithe aquamarine dragon with a furred mane of hair running down her back held a black furred mouse in her arms. They were making out greedily, and only out of the corner of their eyes did they regard Amelia before the dragoness scooted around the cat, carrying the mouse with her into Peg's home. Soon there were six of them in the living room. Peg and Amelia, Fay and a freshly returned to consciousness Krystal, and the newcomers too. Peg introduced Sisu and Minnie to Amelia with a warm smile even as she saw the helpless, desperate lust on the cat's face. She idly toyed with the dragon's pussy and squeezed the mouse's modest but perky breasts with her other free hand as she watched Amelia kneeling before where they sat on the couch, so lustful, so needy, but waiting for a command from Peg before she dared to touch herself.

"If I told you to please these four ladies all day long... to keep your hands to yourself, or rather, away from yourself, and focus solely on them, would you do it?"

Peg growled, and with a strained whimper Amelia nodded without hesitation.

"Y-yes, Mistress."

Peg raised an eyebrow.

"You'd let your heat burn through you, drive you insane, and still fight it? Still struggle against it, for four strangers you don't know?"

Amelia mewled louder still and shook her head. Peg's eyebrow rose higher, but only for a moment before the cat explained.

"Nnh... not for them, Mistress. For you. Because if you trust them, I trust them. If you want them to feel good, I want them to feel good. Because... I don't think for myself. I listen. I obey. I do what my mistress commands, and... a-and my mistress always, always makes me feel so, so good. So, I'll do whatever she asks, nnh... no matter what."

Peg chuckled, and looked around at the women sitting either side of her on the couch, all of them looking at Amelia not just with lust of their own any longer, but with awe.

"You hear that, girls? She'd give up her entire heat for me. Let all that lust, all that ecstasy go to waste. She'd fight her instincts and win just because she thought it might make me happy for a single moment. And that is why I invited you here today."

Peg grinned, and winked at Amelia, that action alone almost enough to make the cat cum on the spot.

"She thinks you're here so she can serve you as well as me. And she'd do it too, she'd finger and tongue and toy you all to exhaustion, and all she'd want in return was the knowledge that she had fulfilled my request. But... of course, you know that's not why you're here."

Grinning, Peg rose to her feet, looming over Amelia's kneeling body a few seconds before the other four women did the same.

"You're not here to be served. You're here to help me out. To help me take this horny, shameless, kind, sweet, wonderful, heat-wracked kitty-cat... and break her."

Peg's eyes flashed with lust, and that time Amelia did cum, grunting, mewling, shuddering violently as a spontaneous gush of ejaculate drummed against the wooden floor between her legs.

"The five of us are going to fuck, and eat, and finger, and do everything we can to outmatch Amelia's heat. To give her more pleasure, more satisfaction than all the hormones in the world, even combined with the effect of my cum, can handle. And do you know what this sweet, obedient starship captain is going to do, because I'm asking her to?"

The four women flanking Peg trembled in anticipation, and Amelia felt her toes curl as she stared up into Peg's shining, savagely hungry eyes.

"She's going to be a good pet, and take it all."

*******

Amelia sobbed in pure euphoria, her muzzle open wide in a breathless, soundless scream and tears streaming down her face as Minnie's knuckles dragged back and forth over her g-spot, the cat writhing and kicking as she was fisted for the first time in her life.

She kicked, thrashed, shrieked as Sisu's mouth sucked on her clit through yet another orgasm. Not just the second or third, but over a dozen in at the point where Amelia had lost count what felt like hours ago. The dragon wouldn't stop. She just sucked and sucked and sucked, her tongue occasionally flicking forward to lash at the very tip of the cat's obscenely engorged, over-sensitive and swollen clit.

Fay mounted her with a heavy duty, powerfully buzzing strap-on, fucking her doggystyle. The dog's drool splashed upon the back of her neck as Fay snarled and grunted in the savage frenzy of her actions. Her hips slapped against Amelia's tight ass with a force that only Peg herself could rival, and even though it was Amelia's ass that was being filled, her pussy gushed and squirted in response as frequently and violently as if the most sensitive reaches of her pussy were being massaged by that potent dildo.

Krystal sat on Amelia's belly, one hand reached out in front of her tweaking at Amelia's nipples while the other held a violently humming magic wand against Amelia's bruised, overstimulated clitoris.

All those things happened in the first few hours of the four women's visit. All those, and more. So, so much more. At any given moment, Amelia knew she could be snatched away from one of them and forced to endure yet more pleasure, more repeated, wild and powerful orgasms at the behest of another through some new method. She knew it because it happened over and over and over again, and no-one was more frequent at stealing her away than Peg herself.

"Mine..."

Peg snarled each time she grabbed Amelia by an ankle, by a wrist, and dragged her out from upon or underneath whatever other woman or women were tending to her at the time. A few times she didn't even wait for the other woman to move aside, and simply mounted Amelia with the other woman pinned between them. When she wasn't fucking Amelia, she was fucking Krystal or Sisu or Minnie or Fay. She was in almost as frantic, almost as obscenely a pleasure-maddened state as Amelia. Constantly fucking. Constantly cumming. Tireless, ceaseless in her lust.

As days passed though, Amelia not sleeping for more than a few broken minutes at a time before she was woken up to the sensation of herself cumming, the amount of time she spent entwined with Peg and Peg alone increased.

Krystal was the first to tap out, staggering away upstairs and collapsing into a bed from which she didn't emerge for almost eighteen hours of exhausted recuperation. Sisu crawled away, cum leaking from her pussy and distended, swollen belly, barely managing to pull herself up into an armchair before she succumbed to her exhaustion and satisfaction. Minnie tried to keep going, but there came a point where the grinding of her pussy against Amelia's own ceased, and the cat looked down to see the mouse lying flat on her back on the couch before her, having lost consciousness in the midst of their bout of scissoring.

Fay lasted the longest, persisting a full twelve hours longer than Minnie had thanks in part to the fact that when Amelia and Peg were locked together, she could steal an hour or so's rest at a time before she was pulled back into a wild threesome for a while. Eventually though, after cuddling and making out with Amelia as Peg painted their trembling, masturbating bodies with seed as she stood over them and jerked off, the spaniel looked up at Peg with a whimper.

"I... y-you should... you should take over, I don't... I d-don't think I can..."

Her eyes rolled back into her head, a breathy, lustful moan escaped her lips, and a split-second later Fay fell limp in a complete faint, no amount of enthusiasm and lust in all the world able to keep her conscious even a second longer.

Thus, on the fourth day of Amelia's heat, it was just her and Peg.

Just her body and Peg's cock.

The smooth skinned dog stuffing her, ploughing her, filling and fucking her again, and again, and again and again and again. Her belly swelling with cum. Her fur matted to her body by more and more of the very same as they writhed, as they laughed and grunted and screamed and giggled and kissed and fucked time and time again.

At no point did Amelia feel broken. At no point did she feel like she was unable to bear any more of the dog's passions. Sure she was exhausted, and yes her body was so impossibly overworked that even the tiniest touch to any erogenous zone of her body burned like white hot fire. But all of that paled in comparison to how much she wanted Peg. How much she wanted to see Peg smile down at her, or feel the dog's hands on her sticky, cum-stained fur, or best of all feel that thick, straining cock unleash inside her pussy yet again.

She had surrendered herself entirely to Peg. Not just control, not just the ability for the dog to make decisions about her pleasure for her, but on a base, instinctive level. She couldn't give in. She told herself she physically didn't have the capacity to stop wanting or needing Peg's cock. It wasn't even about her heat any more, though there was little denying that it certainly helped. After all, the most fundamental rule of Amelia's entire universe in that moment was to listen and obey Peg, and one command in particular which Peg had spoken to her still rang clear as day within her mind.

She was going to be a good pet, and she was going to take it all.

Not some.

Not a lot.

She was going to take it all. And thus she wouldn't stop, she wouldn't rest, and like a good pet she wouldn't even want to rest, until Peg was ready to stop. Until Peg had given her everything that she wished or felt able to give.

If that meant carrying on beyond the end of her heat, so be it.

If that meant extending her shore leave beyond the ship's intended time in orbital dock, so be it.

And if that meant giving up her life amongst the stars, surrendering everything else that she had ever held dear, all so she could devote herself to fulfilling both her body's potential and the commands granted to her by her beloved, bliss-inducing mistress? Then truthfully and without hesitation, that was precisely what Captain Amelia would do.

By Jeeves.