The Party
Alison set the chain around her neck and marvelled again at how the row of small, elegant diamonds sparkled and shone against the glossy white sheen of her ruff of chest fur, angling the necklace and herself into several poses for the mirror. Reflected back was a bright-eyed beaming young collie, brimming over with excitment. She admired her appearance for a few moments, smiling as she looked down at the form fitting evening gown Kenneth had provided. It was a pattern from that year, a light blue scoop necked sleeveless number made of thin silks that hugged her hips and gathered her bosum up to it's daring neckline. She settled the necklace against her chest, the center-stone resting at the top of her breasts and casting instant notice to her generous cleavage.
An entire afternoon spent at a fabulous salon, another gift of Kenneth's where she had been outrageously pampered, still left her feeling luxoriously relaxed. The salon was more of a spa, upon entering she had been stripped by the extremely friendly staff and bathed in a pool of scented water while a massause rubbed aromatic oils into her flesh.
An hour had been spent simply combing her bodyfur, a soft, shiny coat of russet with white streaks down her chest, stomach and thighs. The salon girls had brushed every inch of her until her fur was smooth and feathery to the touch. Her long hair, a mass of dark red curls, had been styled into shining tresses and bound up in a loose braid by yellow ribbon. And afterwards, the salon's manager had brought her through the gift shop and given her run of the store 'compliments of the house.'
Manicured, pedicured, bathed, brushed and perfumed, the salon had delivered her home in a limo an hour before she and Kenneth were supposed to leave. When she arrived, Alison had found a set of magnificent pearl earrings and the gold chain, like a collar almost but made of fine gold links with a single line of diamonds across the front and a large centerstone hanging from another chain, on her dresser, and the gown layed out across the bed. She had dressed with girlish glee and spent the last fourty minutes primping and admiring herself in the mirror.
She saw Kenneth coming up behind her in the mirror, stalking across the thick carpet, and he hugged her around the shoulders. With a swift kiss on the right cheek, careful to not muss her fur, he motioned with his head towards the bedroom door.
"Come on, you don't want to be late, do you?" He mummered in her ear. She turned in his embrace and threw her arms around his broad chest.
"Oh, I just wanted to look perfect for you," she gushed at him. "Is it really time to go?"
Kenneth nodded and released her. "The car is waiting as we speak."
Alison piroutted past, gown swirling around her ankles, and skipped ahead of him, bubbling with happiness.
She had looking forward to the gala all week, excited beyond words at the chance to be among some of the most powerful and important people in the business world, at one of their most exclusive celebrations. There was no media, there were no invitations. According to Kenneth, the only way to gain entry was to be a noted influence on the stock market. Alison didn't get the complexities behind it, but she supposed that made it very exclusive. Kenneth had promised her it would be an experience she would never forget, and the way he had spoiled her before-hand made her take him at his word.
From the penthouse apartment on the 45th floor, down the elevator and out through the plush lobby Alison kept up an exuberant stream of chatter, an exhilarated rush of words that Kenneth didn't keep up with.
The sky was darkening as the afternoon became evening and the city streets bustled with human nightlife. A car came around the corner from the parkade and pulled to a stop right before them as Kenneth and Alison stepped out of the building. A uniformed chauffer, Kenneth's driver, Luis, got out and ran around to let them in. They bowed into it's plush interior, Alison first, and Luis shut the door and got back behind the wheel.
The drive out was more than an hour, time Alison spent comfortably cuddled in Kenneth's arms. They left the city and drove out into the countryside, never once touching gravel. The car turned off the main stretch of highway onto an exit pass and made several winding turns Alison couldn't follow in the dark. A warning sign illuminated only for a second by the limo's headlights marked out a private entry road with the barrier left open and Luis had to put the car in reverse before rolling the limo's fat front onto the turn-off.
Minutes later they went past a massive set of iron wrought gates with stone walls winging out into the dark, turning down another short road and into a large circular driveway, a marble fountain set in the middle illuminated by bright halogen lights. There was more than a score of cars already parked at one end, Mercedes, BMW's, R and R's and uncounted foreign imports, along with a half dozen smooth lined limos set side by side and the sight of a group of offduty chauffers.
Kenneth told Luis to stop once they reached the house to let them out, and the car crawled to a halt just past the fountain. Luis hopped from the car and opened the door for them again.
Alison stepped out from the back of the limo delicately then caught her first glance of the building where the function was being held. She almost gasped at the emensity, there seemed to be no end to it.
The mansion, because that's what it was, spanned out into the darkness on either side and was almost indiscribable.
The first story windows along the face lit up the outside dimly with their inner lights, blurring into the inky night as she looked further, with stone mouldings and carved edging along every line and corner there was. Alison would have spent half the evening alone examining the house but Kenneth gave her no time and hustled her to the front.
The entrance was at the top of a low, wide and long set of steps, massive dark oak doors recessed under an arch, bracketed by gothic pillars. The doors were open inward into a large, domed and fresco'ed front hallway dominated by twin spiraling staircases on the left and right of the room leading to a second story. There was another massive set of doors just as large as the first below the stone railed landing with a group of bellhop uniformed ushers posted nearby obsequiously pointing the way.
They entered through the grand hallway and passed into another, this one long and more narrow, branching out in three directions near the middle. Somewhere ahead a symphony played classical music, a piece Alison had never heard before, and Kenneth led her down a verdant, pastel smudged corridor in that direction.
The moment she entered the white marbled ballroom alongside Kenneth, nervously linking her arm through his as they strolled by a pair of tuxedo-clad servers, she felt underdressed and plain looking. Everywhere she looked, gorgeous women in opulent dresses and exquisite gowns that no doubt cost more than her entire year's earnings, danced with handsome, tastefully dressed men or flocked together in circles of polite gossip. The latest fashions from Europe by the best international designers were represented by the dozen, each work an irreplacible original. The idea of one of these elegant swans strutting about the translucent marble and gold etched scroll workings in some Chanel rag purchased off the rack was ludicrious.
She hugged closer to Kenneth, happy for his presence, and a little surge of courage rushed through her when he looked down at her with a smile, confidently guiding her through the crowd with perfect manners. She had thought herself being decadent when she put on Kenneth's gifts, thinking at the time that the simple yet stunning pieces of jewelery were a tad overdone. Glancing around at the ladies present, she felt as if the thin diamond-set chain and pearl-drop earings she wore were a child's plastic baubles compared to the complicated strings of pearl and precious stones that adorned each woman at neck and wrist. Some even wore complex head-dresses or diamond encrusted tiaras; there was enough wealth weighing a few of those women to finance a small country for a good decade.
A waiter flew past with a tray of champaigne and Kenneth plucked up two priceless crystal glasses as it was born away by the hasty server. He handed one to her and sipped from the other while he led her around the room. People fell quiet as Alison and Kenneth went by and at first she didn't notice. Eventually though it became apparent to her. Voices trailed off mid-sentence as men stopped talking until Kenneth and her were out of earshot, the women lowering theirs into false whispers that broke into snide laughter as soon as Alison was by.
Ears burning with resentment, Alison bristled at their insulting attitudes, the way that the males would avoid looking at her, how the females barely bothered to hide hateful sneers. Her fluffed tail started to rise angrily, hackles already stiff on the back of her neck, and she could feel her lips begin to curl up to snarl.
Kenneth noticed the change in her carriage and slanted his eyes down.
"Relax." he told her in a distracted tone, patting the hand she had around his arm soothingly. Alison smiled up at him and pressed closer. She couldn't help what others thought about her, but she could control her anger, for Kenneth's sake if nothing else.
"I hear she *is* the entertainment..." an alcohol tinged voice distinctly commented from the midst, Alison twisted as she walked to see who had spoken but Kenneth's stride bore her along without pause and after that she didn't catch anything else other than the overlapped mummers of polite conversation.
Turning uneasy by the behavior of the people around them, Alison wanted to say something to Kenneth about the animosity she felt directed towards her, but before she could, Kenneth had taken them to the end of the ballroom without her being aware of it and out through an arched doorway. A new hallway, richly carpeted and host to a spattering of impeccably dressed people talking amongsts themselves, led into a chandelier lit saloon.
The lounge was packed by half-drunken bores worth millions of dollars and tipsy diamond encrusted socialites, and the atmosphere was more lively than the ballroom, with quick tempo'd music played out from hidden speakers and a faint cloud of cigar smoke above well groomed heads. Oak panelled walls and bronze fittings decorated it in a classic, gentlemen's club style, a full length bar was set at the back with a bartender behind in white gloves and black suit.
"Kenny!" a rotound fellow in a white tuxedo called out from a table set near the wall to wall bar. He rose and walked towards them, one hand extended in greeting, the other holding a cigar atwixt two chubby fingers. It appeared like he had been waiting for Kenneth to arrive. Kenneth reached out and clasped hands, shaking with the other man warmly.
"Mr. Barlow, great to see you again." Kenneth smiled, using a voice Alison had never heard before, deep and commanding, and it sent a little shiver up her spine. She had never seen Kenneth with any of his business associates before, his entire demeanor gave off a presence of control and power she hadn't experienced until now and it made her a bit nervous for some reason. Next to the short, round man in white Kenneth looked a giant and it finally clued in how much taller he was than her and most everyone else in the room. He spoke to the man with booming tones and crisp inflections and Mr. Barlow responded in kind, the pair of them going back and forth about a recent accqusition of a small microchip company.
Alison stood there at his side, wishing they would finish and anxious to go back to the ballrom and dance with Kenneth. The idea of showing up those bigotted snobs appealed to Alison, as the minutes dragged on she pictured herself and Kenneth cutting through the crowds in a dramatic waltz, locked together, her with a rose between her teeth and him suavely sweeping her about.
Suddenly Alison jumped as a sharp twinge on a buttock broke her out of her fantasy. Startled, she stood as someone grabbed her through her gown again, groping at her ass crudely.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, spinning around to see who was pinching her.
Tightening instantly, Kenneth's hold on her arm became almost painful. She looked up at him in surprise, pulling away, and he squeezed harder, glaring down at her.
"I'm sorry Mr. Barlow, she's excited." Kenneth said to the other man -as if making excuses for Alison's behavior, at the same time she said his name with a bit of a question to it. "Ken?"
With another look at his friend that said ' could you give me a moment', Kenneth turned and gave her a light slap across the mouth.
"I'm talking to someone."
Totally shocked at the action and more stunned than hurt, Alison stood there as Kenneth and Mr. Barlow resumed speaking as if nothing happened, putting a shaking hand up to where he had struck her and touching fingers to the sore spot. Then her eyes widened in fury and she tore herself from Kenneth's hand.
"Bastard!" she yelled at him, breaking through the room's conversations. Heads came up, voices died down and the two of them slowly became the center of attention. She twirled away, intending to stalk from the room and leave. With a look of exasperation and a deep sigh, Kenneth rolled his eyes at Mr. Barlow and reached out for her, grabbing her upper arm before she could storm off, and pulled her in. With a calculated amount of force he spun her, gasping in surprise, so she faced away from him. She looked out strangely at the other guests for a very brief moment, with unreadable expressions as they watched the interplay between her and her lover, and attempted to express her outrage at Kenneth's behavior, before that look was replaced by a startled 'O' of surprise.
Three firm swats were delivered to her rear-end, Kenneth's palm striking painfully hard through the thin silk, each landing with an audible 'thwap'. The blows sent a sharp stinging sensation up through her bottom and warmed her cheeks uncomfortably.
Alison had never experienced such indignity, treated as if she was some disobediant child and her spine stiffened in anger and resentment, tail rigid. Everyone in the room was looking on as if this was an everyday occurence, various degrees of interest and a slightly entertained air suffused the guests and she saw that she would recieve no help or support from any of them.
Completely off-kilter, Alison turned around, looking up at Kenneth's face and meeting his blue eyes while rubbing a smarting rear-end with both hands. She was shocked by how cold his eyes were when they looked at her now, so unlike the warm affection he had shown not even an hour ago. Taken aback by what he had done, and in a disbelieving daze, her voice wavered uncertainly as she protested her mistreatment.
"H-have you gone insane, you can't do this to me!" she cried out, and, found herself whirled around again.
He gave her another short series of spanks, open palm landing on either side of her tail and making her wiggle her body away from him as his hand crashed down on her tender cheeks . He brought her up sharply by the wrist and held her in place with a cruel grip.
"I don't feel like I need to explain myself." he said to her, smacking her on the bottom. Gown straps falling off her shoulders, Alison winced in discomfort as blows continued to fall until her rear burned, a squeal building up in her throat. Kenneth stopped spanking just as she was about to let go with a sob and she held it in, hiccupping instead. She gathered her braid up and clutched it anxiously, wishing she was able to make herself invisible, and slowly turned around again. She was almost falling out of her dress, dark nipples poking at the cusp of her neckline immodestly, she hardly noticed. Mr Barlow waited in the background for Kenneth to finish with a look of understanding patience. His complete disinterest in what Kenneth was doing was clear to Alison in the way he met her look with a slight smile but otherwise dismissed her. It was just as painful to realize that Kenneth's friend didn't consider her a real person, as a physical blow would have been.
She was speechless. Everyone was watching her and Kenneth now, at least those nearest to them, and it made her aware of what a spectacle she was becoming. At the front of those looking on was a stunning woman with a bright red cascade of hair and an expression of cruel amusement, sipping at a martini. When she saw that Alison had noticed her, her mouth turned up an a malicious smile and she blew a kiss Alison's way.
An ember of anger flared up inside Alison at the woman's mocking attitude towards her predictement and she found enough courage to turn and meet Kenneth's eyes.
"I'm leaving!" she managed to shout at him, forcing the words out and sounding small and frightened.
"Oh really?" he said with an amused glint to his tone and look. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Home!" she shouted again, but quieter. They had become the focus of the parlour's interest and she was closely aware of all the people staring. If it hadn't been everyone in the room before, it was now, and she and Kenneth had their undivided attention.
"No you aren't. You'll stay here until I'm ready to go." Kenneth said. He ignored everyone but her, paying no mind to his audience. He was so imposing standing over her, staring down coldly with his arms crossed over his massive chest, that she started to become afraid of him.
"You can't make me stay." she said weakly. Her voice came out thin and sounded whiney even to herself. "You don't have the right to.."
"Be quiet."
Alison was losing the arguement in the face of Kenneth's calm refusal to treat her like a grown woman. The heated tingling that still warmed her rear-end brought an unpleasant reality to his attitude, reminding her of what he might do.
"I won't. I won't be quiet and I won't stay here with you." Alison said stubbornly.
Kenneth raised a hand threateningly and she shrank back, wanting to run but not daring to. If he could spank her like a child in front of all these important people without a reason, he wouldn't have much of a problem striking her again if he decided it would be more convenient that talking.
"I won't tell you again, Alison. If you can't be quiet then you'll have to deal with the consequences." He told her firmly.
Kenneth lowered his hand and gave the smallest of shrugs.
"If you really feel like it, I suppose you could go and sit in the limo. It will only be for a few hours." Kenneth smiled sardonically. "Don't think that you'll be able to convince Luis to take you home," he added. "He has strict orders to remain where he is. And besides, I don't believe he would even if he hadn't been told to stay outside."
Listening to Kenneth was hard when all she wanted to do at that moment was to get as far away from him as she could. It was harder to accept the truth in his words.
He was right, Luis wouldn't leave just for her and, she had no money for a cab. The most defiant gesture she could make would be to go and wait by the car until Kenneth was ready to leave, anyways. She was stuck there.
Alison slid her gown straps in place, sniffing, and brought her gaze back up.
"I-I'm sorry Kenneth, I got carried away. I'll stay." she said.
"I know you'll stay. You don't have any say on the matter. Now be quiet." he said bluntly, half turning back to his almost forgotten friend Mr. Barlow. Alison tucked her chin down to her chest, bushing the fluffy white ruff of chest-fur up around her muzzle.
"Yes Kenneth. But..." she said, looking up at him through feathery bangs.
Kenneth sighed with exasperation and glanced at her.
"What is it?" he asked in a manner that said his patience with her was at an end.
"Just, could you tell me why? Please, I just need to know-" she wrung her braid in her hands
"Know what? What it is about this that you can't figure out on your own? What more do you *need* to know? You can't behave properly. You want to act out, make a scene for everybody to see and embarrass me in front of my associates. Fine. I'll treat you like the spoiled brat you are and give you exactly what you want." Kenneth said, taking a step foward so he stood over her again.
"I thought -I thought..." she stammered, tugging on her braid.
"What, that I loved you?" Kenneth's features broke out into an amused smirk and he laughed. "You're an expensive pet, a complicated plaything at best. You're only here so I could show off my 'bitch'." he told her matter-of-factly and Alison had to blink away tears. Her throat seemed constricted and raw, and she hissed at him in a dismayed voice. "Kenneth!"
A quick glance at the people around them showed more amusement and approval than she could have thought possible; the sudden fact that these people disliked her and, enjoyed her hurt and humiliation, struck her like a bolt of lightning and left her weak in the knees.
Kenneth, watching her with a patient expression, waited until she looked up at him, misery and bewilderment written plainly across her face.
"Come here." he told her sternly and pointed to a spot in front of him. It was a command, he didn't say anything else.
To her surprise she did, reacting to his beckon without thinking about it. To sneers and impolite comments she hesitantly walked to him, tears gathering at the bottoms of her eyes, and bent her head to stare down at the floor as he chuckled richly and pet her on the head. His hand came down and cupped her face in his palm, lifting it up so she had to look at him.
"You're a good girl Alison, but you have to learn to behave." He said in a stern voice, every word and gesture serving to degrade her more. She sniffled, wiping her nose with kleenex and not making eye contact as he held her chin up in his hand. At that moment she realized that the man she loved had no feelings towards her other than a sense of ownership. It was one of the worst moments of her life, but it went mostly ignored by much of the guests. To them it wasn't anything more than someone disciplining a housepet. To them she *was* a housepet.
Kenneth let her go and borrowed a chair from the table his friend had sat at. He set the chair backwards before her.
"Bend over the chair." Kenneth said. When she didn't move he smacked her gently and repeated himself. "Bend over the chair, now." he said more forcefully. The slap jolted her, reminded her that Kenneth meant what he said.
Alison slowly leaned forward over the backrest, wooden backing pushing against her belly, and placed her hands on the armrests. The position left her bosum hanging down, her breasts swelled up to her neckline and came close to flopping out at any time, only by breathing carefully and not moving her upper body was she able to prevent this.
Her tail was stiff and bristled as her stance forced it out at an odd angle, hmmm'ing to himself, Kenneth put a hand around the base and tilted until it pointed to the ceiling.
"Don't move, not an inch." he commanded as if she really was a household pet that had been naughty. He stepped back and studied her for a moment, correcting her posture with a firm hand, turning her head forward and straightening her legs.
Her pose resembled something out of a men's magazine and she felt herself heating up as she was presented immodestly to the entire room.
"I have people I must talk to and I don't want to be bothered, so don't make me come back here. If I hear that you're not behaving yourself I'm going to be displeased. You don't want me to have to come back here, because you will not enjoy it. I want you to stand there just like that, without a sound. These people are here to enjoy themselves and don't want to have to listen to you." Another condesending pat on the head and then he was gone. To everyone else things seemed to be back to normal. From her spot she had a perfect view of the bar, and not much else, the rest of the room was behind her. If she turned her head slightly she could see the dark wood panelling on her left, and a casual group of well-dressed drinkers talking amongst themselves to her right. The bar itself was a sight of bustling activity all along its length as servitors came to refill their drink trays or take an order, and revellers went to refresh their glasses.
People were touching her now. At first it was small little bumps to her hips and bottom, nudging her from side to side, and she didn't think much of it. After all, she had just been utterly humiliated by the man she loved, what were a few accidental touches? It was something else though. As the minutes passed by and she stood there not moving, the touching became more frequent. Then someone, with a laugh to his friend about it, gave her bottom a light slap. The affrontity surprised her, but she had half expected something like it to happen. Not allowed to speak or move, she couldn't defend herself and they, or at least some of them, had decided that she was fair game. The party goers didn't waste much time before they began to amuse themselves at Alison's expense.
Her gown, pale blue silk with ruffled skirts, was lifted up around her waist. The panties Kenneth had given her were put around her ankles, slipped down by feminine fingers admist callous titters and snide laughter, and she gulped and blinked as the cool air made contact with her privates. She trembled in shame, from the exposure of her mound and the pink bud above and, as she looked around the small chamber anxiously, from the mocking glances and whispered laughter at her expense.
Near the corner of the bar was the red-haired woman Alison had seen before. Now she sipped daintily from the martini glass dangling between two fingers and carried out a conversation with a tall, robust looking man in a costly shark-skinned suit. From the way they faced and the woman's gestures she realized they were talking about her, chair armrests creaked under pressure as her hands closed in embarrassed anger.
A light touch on her tail brought her placement back to mind and Alison jolted out of her trance, turning her head as far as she could to look around her.
"W-what do you think-" Alison started to say.
"Weren't you told to be quiet?" a stranger's voice told her, strong male tones with a fuzzy edge. His words were more of an order than a question and he followed up by tapping her sore hind-quarters warningly. His hand rested on a buttock, massaging the furry cheek, and Alison started at the intimate contact, jumping in spot. The man chuckled and let his hand drift further, brushing it along the length of her crack and dipping his fingertips down between her cheeks. She grit her teeth and remained silent, fighting the instinct to close her legs and clench her buttocks together as she was molested by the stranger. Whoever it was didn't have much interest in what he was doing though and drifted off after a few more investigating touches. Alison tried to see who it had been but didn't dare stand to look.
A hand came down on her head, slender fingers twining in her hair and gathering a handful. A woman's husky, drunken laugh pealed out above Alison and the grip in her hair became insistant, pulling her back so she looked up into the smirking face of the redhaired woman. Closer, Alison could tell that despite the effects of the alcohol the woman inherently kept an air of refined elegance to her movements.
"Well isn't she a pretty little thing, mmmm?" the woman slurred with a heavy layer of gin on her breath. Alison winced and fixed her eyes on the wall across from her. Taking Alison's silence as a challenge, the drunk redhead pulled her head back even further until her neck refused to cooperate anymore.
Alison met the woman's laughing eyes with an angry glare and growled.
The woman lifted her glass and poured her martini out over Alison's face with a malicious titter, the mixture of gin and lemon splashing over Alison's muzzle and into her opened mouth. She coughed and sputtered, ripping her head away from the woman's grip and loosing a few strands of hair in the process.
Fury swelled up inside Alison, heartbeat racing as anger swelled up inside her chest. She stood up quickly, knocking her tormentor offbalance with a grazing nudge of her shoulder. The woman tottered on her high-heels briefly then fell, landing hard on her backside.
"Bitch!" the redhead cried out from the floor, legs askew and one shoe off.
People stopped to finally look at Alison, only now regarding her as anything more than a piece of furniture. Mutters broke out from those nearest her and a stylish gentleman in an old-fashioned pin-stripe stepped forward to offer his hand in assistance to the redhead. Obviously they didn't appreciate her harming one of their own; the man in the pin-stripe turned a disapproving look her way while he helped the redhead to her feet, which was made difficult by her drunkeness. Alison didn't care. She didn't know where her courage had gone before when it would have most counted but it was there now and she drew herself up, the look in her eyes challenging them to say anything. Just as she was about to unload the tirade that had been building up inside, something stopped her cold and turned the words on the tip of her tongue to dust.
"Alison!"
She froze immedietly as Kenneth's voice rang out and lowered herself back down over the chair without a second thought, hoping wildly that Kenneth hadn't seen her standing. She didn't understand what had happened, why Kenneth was doing this to her, but she knew that he was serious when he told her she would regret him coming back. She tried to convince herself that he was coming back to take her home, but couldn't. Just the sound of his voice sent her emotions in a turmoil, and her anger drained out and became a stomach knotting nervousness.
Jaw clenched, Kenneth stepped into sight, jacketless, massive. The people around fell quiet, allowing him to become center stage for the moment as he stepped into the clear space that circled Alison and her chair. He looked from Alison to the smuggly grinning redhead, sighed, and undid his cuffs.
Calmly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows while looking at her with an annoyed, contemplative air, he gave his head a slight shake when she turned her eyes up to his face, the glimmer of hope she felt dying as she understood he wasn't there to end this.
A hand dropped to his belt buckle and he undid the catch.
"I thought I told you to behave. " He said disappointedly, sliding the belt off smoothly and folding it in half. The belt was a thin strip of leather, shiny black polish and silver buckle, he held it by the loose ends and let it hang down at his side. Alison's eyes fastened on the leather strap. Her ears drooped and her tail dropped down until it hung between her legs. She knew what he was going to do with it, Even though they were in public and she was a grown woman.
Kenneth walked around to the other end and grasped her tail firmly, raising it until her naked rear was exposed again.
"Kenneth, Kenneth, please..." Alison implored in a wavering, emotion choked voice. He ignored her. Kenneth's hand ran up the length of her tail and tightened around the tip. He pulled up, gently at first then increasing the pressure when she didn't respond to him right away. The base of her tail stretched with an unpleasant throbbing and Alison had to stand on her tippytoes to relieve the strain on the appendage. She leaned forward on the backrest and stuck her end up higher.
"One." Kenneth said as she shifted her weight over the chair. He brought the belt down across the back of her thighs, just below her buttocks, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out at the slash of pain that cut through her lower body.
"Two." He gave her a second before he lashed her again, calmy waiting until she stopped squirming her hips and ass around. Again he brought the belt down across her rear-end, this time landing square in the middle of her buttocks and stinging her mound with the edge. The flat crack of leather meeting flesh rang out clearly and Alison had to close her eyes against the rapidly forming tears that threatened to undo her.
The second blow still throbbed when the third landed, at the same time Kenneth called out; "Three", and her body went rigid with a longdrawn gasp as a bolt of pain ran up from the bottom of her ass; cheeks still stinging from the first and second. The terrible heat was more than she could take and her hips wriggled wildly without control. Kenneth tugged up on her tail and raised her rear-end up a bit more, steadying her motions and causing her to present herself to him and however stood behind.
"Four." He said, more for the crowd of socialites than for her benefit, and struck again. He put more force into the fourth than he had the others, with arms developed from swimming and polo he was very strong as Alison knew from watching at the pool or field, so he was able to put a lot of power behind his swing; connecting with her ass viciously and sending up a loud snap of striking leather. To Alison it felt as if he had hit her as hard as he could, the very impact pushed her up against the chair and almost tipped her over. She gave voice to her pain in a half-sob, half squeal of agony, head tilted back and body shaking as a sensation like a thousand redhot needles jabbing her backside spread across the expanse of her buttocks and up her spine. Panting, air wheezing through her constricted, tear choked throat, Alison managed an indistinct "please..."
Kenneth tut-tutted and gave her tail a tweak. "You should have behaved, Alison. Now you have to take your punishment like a bad doggy." And on that, he let go with the last, not bothering to count it aloud.
Alison could hear Kenneth's belt whishing through the air just before it struck her and she almost fainted the moment it landed. Her bottom was instantly consumed with a fire that blazed its way from the base of her spine all the way up her back and into her brain. She went absolutely still, every muscle in her legs and back tensed solid, as the wave of searing agony reached up from her backside and took grip of every nerve in her body. A wail, long and high and full of unabashed suffering tore itself from her throat. Like a floodgate it opened the way and suddenly she was weeping uncontrollably. Loud sobs heaved out from her belly and shook her precariously housed breasts so they came free from her dress and dangled; shaking heavily with every hitching cry. Her tail twitched in Kenneth's hand in time with the terrible throbbing and he rubbed the small of her back consolingly, letting her tears flow uninterupted.
Alison couldn't stop, it hurt so bad her legs trembled. Her rear-end felt like it had been coated with white-hot metal. She was barely able to stand, only the chair kept her steady on her feet.
"Do you want me to keep going?" Kenneth asked her softly.
Alison didn't, crying pathetically as she shook her head 'no'.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
Alison nodded. She hadn't really learned a lesson, unless it was not to fight back. If that was the case, she had learned it very well.
"Now, apologize to Miss Varlin." Kenneth told her.
Snot leaking from her nostrils, she looked up at the redhead through watery, bloodshot eyes and miserably muttered "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, what?" Kenneth prompted.
"I-I'm sorry, Miss Varlin." she sniffled.
Kenneth's hand came down and smoothed her fur back into place. "Good girl."
Alison could hear him put his belt back on and do up the buckle, then he strood past and back into the crowd without another glance in her direction.
He had come back to discipline her, and now that it was done he had more important things to do than waste time making sure Alison behaved herself she thought bitterly as she watched him walk away. She fought against bursting into tears again, only the knowledge it would give the people around her satisfaction to see her cry holding them back.
They had all watched with the cool, unflappable attitude of the rich and powerful; the women bored but amused, the men interested but uninclined. Everyone else went on with the party while she stood there sniffling her nose and whimpering every so often, ignoring her for the most part and after awhile she started to believe that they had forgotten she was even there. Alison didn't realize that she had become a topic of discussion just a few feet away.
A commotion Alison couldn't see started up as several people burst out laughing uproariously all at once. "There's no way you can do it!" A man said in joking protest to someone or someones in a loud voice while still laughing, met with an even louder answer of "The hell I can't!" which was followed by humoured cheers and applause.
A few seconds later a man seperated himself from the crowd around the bar, swaying slightly on his feet as he approached her bullishly, and Alison instantly recognized him as the one who had been standing alongside, 'Miss' Varlin, talking about her. His jacket was gone and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows over tanned and burly forearms, reminding her of Kenneth.
His pants were already undone at the front when he came up and parked himself right in her face, and he clumsily exposed his half-solid erection, pulling it from his trousers and letting it rest in his palm as it twitched and swelled. At a utter loss, Alison had no idea what to do when he moved closer to her face and pointed the tip of his slowly hardening penis towards her mouth. If he expected her to do anything, he was crazy. There was no way in hell she would put that thing in her mouth, and she turned her head away from him. He brought himself closer, nearly touching his penis to her nose, and she snapped her teeth at him. She had meant to scare him, but instead of jumping back, he let go of his member and took a handful of loosening red curls in one of his solid hands.
He pulled her hair harshly and slapped her across the face once, much harder than when Kenneth had slapped her, and bright flecks flashed in her vision. It hurt more than she was expecting, aching all along her jaw and the side of her face, and a strange fuzziness settled over her brain.
He presented himself to her once more, obviously willing to force her compliance in the matter, and this time she reluctantly reached out and took his penis in her mouth, desolate and mindful of the possible consequences if she refused again. nobody appeared to protest his actions, just noone did when Kenneth had humilated and abused her earlier. Resisting him would only earn her another beating from Kenneth. In compensation for the fact she was being forced, he was mercifully quick.
A few jerky motions and then he came, spurting a thick load of semen down the back of her throat with no warning. She gagged a bit but swallowed the stream of fluid without much of a choice, the bastard's cock was lodged in her mouth, making otherwise impossible. Done but taking his time he stood back, slipping out of her mouth, and she coughed and sucked air greedily while he tucked his softening penis back in his trousers with all the attitude of a man zipping up from the bathroom. Someone clapped, whether for her skill at fellatio or the man's speed in coming she didn't know, and no one elaborated. Finished with Alison the man wandered back to his friends with no other signs of interest in her.
She felt sick to her stomach, the taste of him in her mouth making her want to vomit. He had used her like a piece of meat, with the same regard for one.
This was still sinking in when she finally noticed, feeling it more than anything else, the presence of people standing directly behind her and talking. There was two of them and it seemed to Alison that they had only been there for no more than a minute, only just having walked up.
"Here she is, I told you." one of them said in a smooth sales pitch tone.
"Yeah, but are you serious? I mean...right here?" the other said less confidently than his companion.
"Why not? Nobody cares." the first replied nonchalantly.
The voices sounded young and tinged with eagerness and Alison knew they meant her when they spoke. A cold chill of fear coursed through her insides and she wondered what they wanted with her. She didn't have long to wait before she found out. Somehow staying out of her narrow field of vision, the two men began to touch her, gently but surely carressing her.
Hands roamed all over her body, gliding over her shoulders and down her back, petting the silky fur between her legs and along the ineer side of her legs; she found herself almost soothed by the gentleness of their touch. The bronze ruff of fur behind her jaw was gently combed forward with strong blunt fingers, a hand reached into her dress's dipping neckline and took the weight of a breast in palm, her nipple stiffened and poked hotly. The background noises faded away to a mummer, blood rushed to her head and overwhelmed her senses at the feel of a finger tickling her red fuzzed mons, wiggling between the puffy lips and into her rapidly slickening tunnel. His finger was eagerly accepted and the man behind her chuckled with amusement and crooked it so the digit curled and ran down along the inner wall of her vagina. Alison's knees knocked together in reflex and she leaned into the hand stroking her face for support. The stranger let go of her breast and cupped her chin, her vision was filled by the front of his trousers.
It was Alison though that unfastened his belt and lowered his slacks down around his boxers. His penis was outlined by the spandex, big and growing bigger in its confines as she touched it with her fingertips tentatively. She didn't need any urging when he tucked the elastic waistband of his boxers down around his thighs and his erection sprung out at her, opening her mouth and leaning out so she could blanket the smooth underside with her extended tongue as he slid his cock between her parted lips. He had a direct line of access to the back of her throat and took it, filling her gullet and trapping her tongue between his shaft and her teeth. He didn't allow her to pull her tongue back, with his hands holding the back of her head steady in place and his cock down past her tonsils. What was worse was as she wiggled her wedged tongue it slithered along the bottom of his motionless erection and made it grow even larger. And then his friend added another finger to the one he already had curled inside her and twisted them around, making sure to drill them corkscrew fashion as far as they could reach. She almost moaned but held back to not let him think his actions were getting to her. Instead she moved her rear back in time to meet his questing fingers as they delved inward, gliding across her pussy's inner lining entrancingly. Alison shivered and let the man in front of her press her face against his belly and rub her nose in his pubic hair. The last inch of his shaft went down her throat, impeding her gag reflex with the bulbous tip before she got the urge to vomit, and she was forced to breath shallowly through her nostrils. He rocked back and forth on his feet so his cock shifted slightly either way, it was hard for him to move it any further and he seemed satisfied to stay with his careful rhythym. His friend across didn't have the same worries and was driving the same two fingers into her at a healthy pace with his other hand holding her steady down around the base of her tail and over her ass as he opened her up to him and made her squirm around against the chair in helpless delight.
The moment Alison felt her body betray her she tried to deny it with a muffled "No!" but could only manage a choked, aborted gulp. She placed her hands against the man's hips and shoved at him even though he was holding her well with one hand around her neck and the other around the back of her head, managing to nudge him back and dislodge the obtrubance com plugging her airway. But they were having none of that, she lost the half-hearted fight and they held on to her even tighter than before, and to her misfortune the man in her mouth discovered a way to get himself even further down her throat by forcing her jaws apart against his taut abdomen.
Finally, the man behind her stepped up decisively from behind and took her around the waist and by her bottom, the sticky fingers of his left splaying across her buttock and pushing it up. Once his hands came down to hold her still she knew what was about to happen, but even knowing didn't prepare her for the sudden intrusion as he pressed his member against the slick entrance of her pussy and rammed it home in one go. His cock was wide and knobby and opened her up easily, her knees folded, and only her hold on the chair kept her standing. A small yelp escaped from around the penis in her mouth as she felt the man enter her completely and press his body to hers, groaning as he slipped inside her sopping tunnel.
Alison's entire life had been flipped upside-down in a matter of hours, turned utterly inside out. She had believed with all her heart that this party would be the shining point of her relationship with Kenneth and the start of her real career in business. Instead she had been humiliated, beaten and raped, right amidst a crowd of the social elites she had admired and wanted to be like so very much.
Was she really being raped if she had let them do it to begin with? Albeit, she never consented, but she could have left at any time she wanted, at the least simply have ran out the front door as soon as Kenneth was out of sight and made her own way home walking if necessary.
Whatever she may have wanted to do it was too late now and the two eager young men having their way with her didn't give her much chance to argue. Tired of his passive role up to this point, the man using her mouth decided to match his partner's actions and with no warning slid his member out, the turgid head absenting her throat completely. He gave her no respite though and the next moment filled her mouth back up. She 'glukked' as his engorged cock stuffed her again and he settled into a powerful rhythym with his friend.
They moved in tandem, posessing her at the same time with powerful thrusts that rocked her body in place. She was sandwiched with no way to move away from either man as they buried themselves inside her at the same time, unable to escape the suffocating presense of the cock going down her throat or the hard shaft intruding deeply from behind. The men seemed to want to compress her between them, squishing her more and more between the two of them as they pumped well excersised hips decisively. The friction was creating an undeniable sensation that she found impossibly overwhelming, the sex slickened shaft engulfed within the velvet grip of her pussy sent giangantic pulses of animal excitement through her inner core.
Alison concentrated on ignoring the feelings, resolved herself to getting through the ordeal without giving in to what they wanted in her heart, to only let them have the satisfaction of having her body and not her soul. It was a laughable task when her nose was shoved into a patch of blond pubic hair and the man it belonged to was contantly stuffing his large cock down her throat as deeply as he could and his friend was screwing her expertly from behind with all his might.
Up front, his motions turned jerky and the man seemed close to orgasm, pumping his cock into her mouth at an increasingly quicker rate. He readied himself, the hand on her neck moving to her hair, fingers knotting in the thick red tresses and pulling up on the roots. He held her head still this way and slid his penis in her mouth one last time. With narrowed eyes and a hoarse groan he shot his load, and warned this time by the man's noise Alison let it spray down her throat without any hesitation and milked his penis until it stopped it's rubbery surging. Her pussy was dripping wet by then and swollen red with arousal and Alison had to hold back a moan as the man stopped gagging her and vacated her mouth.
Not to be left behind, his friend went even faster, slamming his body against hers until he blurted out in a strained, wobbling voice: "I'm coming!" and lost his timing.
She could feel him, his cock surging and pulsating deep within her, his last few labored thrusts offbeat and clumsy as it swelled and he spilt his come inside.
He staggered away, exhausted Alison guessed, and someone else moved up, taking her by the middle of the tail and the waist. Alison jumped as she was touched by another man but remained quiet despite her silent horror. Whoever it was rubbed his already rigid cock up between her puffy netherlips before plunging into her with a series of short sharp thrusts. Against her will, shamed by the fact and helpless to prevent it, Alison began to climax. At first she managed to hold the waves of unwilling pleasure back, but the change in tempo, from the long, slow thrusts of the first male to the quick, short and deep thrusts of this new stranger, proved more than she could withstand. Her entire body quaked frantically with a sound of ruslting silk and she folded over the chair's backrest until her nose touched the cushion. A woman giggled laviciously as Alison let go with a low, surrendering moan and spread her legs apart, the man's cock delving deeper as her inner most folds spread open to him. Her nails scraped across the armrests as her fingers flexed with need for release, bolts of growing lust rocking her hips and grinding her rump against the man's body
The next time he pushed back in, right up to his pelvis so he was squishing against her moist privates, she came. Shuddering body-wide, waves of electric heat coursing up, Alison let go with an echoing, wailing howl that rose up above the swing music and speech.
She continued to shake well after the man behind finished coming inside her and staggered away, the grip she had never relented on the chair since surrendering to the flux of passion still firm on the dowled backing, little whimpers and pants accompanying every breath. Her orgasm was long and it met with tumultuous applause she wasn't even aware of as she used the last of her energy to stay on her feet. Her endurance sapped, it was only so long before she collapsed.
Before there was a danger of her legs giving up, even with the muscles in her calves starting to ach along with everything else, the party seemed to come to some undisclosed finish, an unspoken and unannounced ending agreed on in private some time previously.
On cue everyone set down whatever glasses they held and filtered out the saloon as one, moving past Alison's sweat blurred eyes in an orderly fashion through the tassled archway. Here and there she was looked at, pointed out with amused smirks or a joke and an elbow to the ribs by a few of the more capable or sustained drunks with enough wit and meanness to even take notice of her.
Kenneth arrived right after the last person had left, a tuxedo'd elder that nodded amnicably as Kenneth strode past, and motioned for her to stand. Numbly responding, she reached to her ankles for her panties, realized they were gone as her fingers closed on nothing, along with her purse. Still capable of being stunned by the petty theft, she let herself be taken around the waist and escorted out of the lounge.
Without a single comment or question about what happened, and without her saying a single thing, Kenneth led her through the spattering of still remaining party goers and out the door. Directly outside the mansion the limo was waiting, door already held open by a cheerful Louis. He gave her a questioning look and a quick examining glance, closed the door as soon as Kenneth was in.
Once inside the saftey of the limo, Alison broke down and finally began crying, giving release to the pent up tears that she hadn't been able to bring herself to inside, under the eyes of all those people who had hated and despised her for not being human. Next to her Kenneth looked over, frowning as he keyed the privacy window before Louis could see what was going on, seperating them with a thick layer of tinted glass.
"Be quiet." he said, not even pretending to care anymore. In the face of his disdain she stiffled her tears, bringing her sobs under control and turning away to stare out the window desolately.
"I heard that you gave some friends of mine a good time." he commented, cruelly, and Alison turned her head back to stare at him with an expression of wounded astonishment. He went on, savoring the biting words as he spoke them. "They tell me you enjoyed yourself acting the slut for them."
As he said this his right hand went down and undid the zipper of his pants. Her eyes trailed down and focused on his crotch as he reached in and tugged his cock out. An icy lump dropped into her stomach and her heart skipped a beat, the cruel truth that her torment wasn't at an end barely registered compared to the fact that Kenneth didn't even care about what had happened to her.
"Well, never-mind that, I've worked up some tension that I could do with having released." he told her, making it plain what he expected her to do about it.
She looked at him for a moment, his cold, blank face held in an expressionless mask. He didn't say anything more, waiting expectantly. Alison hiccupped and fought back fresh tears. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to disobey him.
She leaned across the back seat and with trembling hands reached out and gripped his penis, stroking it in her padded palm until it was erect and jutting out from his zipper. His hand came up and rested between her ears, and with one last heartbroken glance at his face, Alison lowered her head to his lap.
The End.
If you have aany comments or critisism, please feel free to contact me: