A Charrs New Pet
You wake up in an unfamiliar place, with no cloths and a strange collar. Finding yourself at the mercy of a brutish Charr, unable to control your actions.
Wanted to keep up the work with the Charr, there needs to be more writing involving Charr
A Charrs New Pet
By Wallin
Slowly you awake from a peaceful rest, ready to continue your journey across Tyria. As you begin to regain your senses, you feel a chill run up your spine as a breeze brushes across your skin. Slightly confused about this, you look down to find that your cloths are missing. You quickly cover yourself and look around, trying to find your belongings, only to find this is not where you fell asleep. The feeling of something wrapped around your neck, you try to feel out what it is. From what you can feel, it seems to be a type of metal collar. Trying to put all of this into perspective, you observe your current location. It seems that you are now in a large rustic tent. There are a few furnishings around, a bed, a chair, and an armor rack. Armor rack? What is that doing there? Upon closer inspection, the rack seems much too big for human armor. A deep rough voice startles you; "Finally awake are you?" the voice giving a small chuckle afterward. Your gaze is then directed to the opening of the tent as a large Charr is pushing his way through the flap opening.
Wondering what had happened you curiously ask the Charr, "What happened? And where are my cloths?" Hoping to clear some of this confusion. The Charr then turns toward you with a malicious grin on his face. "I burned them," he said bluntly. Unsure of how to respond to this so you meekly ask "Why?" As the Charr slowly began to take off his armor and place it on the rack, without even looking in your direction he responds, "Because pets don't need cloths." This game had lasted long enough and rage started to fill your tone. "What's the meaning of all this. The humans and Charr are in an alliance to fight the elder dragons. And what do you mean pet?" The look of amusement was washed away from the Charrs face as it turned to annoyance. Taking large strides in your direction the Charr now towers over you. Being this close to the Charr you can feel the heat radiating off his body, but worse than that, you can smell the strong odor of a well-worked Charr. "You are asking far too many questions for a pet." In a demeaning tone the Charr replies; you start to get a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.
A slight feel of fear fills your body, but trying to keep your composure you stand up and stare the Charr in the eyes. "I'm leaving to get help." You bluntly say as you begin to walk toward the opening of the tent. When you are within a foot of the door you hear the Charr say, "Stop." And your body freezes, you assume out of fear, and you try calm yourself. The Charr then commands, "Come" as if talking to a dog. Then, as if your body has a mind of its own, you turn around and begin walking toward the Charr. The Charr has a look of superiority on his face as he stands in the same place as before with his arms crossed. Panic fills you while desperately trying to stop your advancement, but you only stop once your inches away from the Charr. Looking up into his eyes, the look of dominance washes over you. "Kneel," he commands again and your body moves on its own as your knees weaken and you fall to the dirt floor. A look of disgust washes over your face, as you are now crotch level with this musky Charr. The only thing you can do is breath in the masculine scent of the beast.
"I bet your wondering why you cant control your movements" with some pride in his tone. "You see I happen to have some connections with some Asuran from a top secret R&D krewe." The Charr began his tale with no regard to the fact your face is mere inches from his putrid crotch. "And you see, they have been working on some mind control tech. Well, I wouldn't really call it 'mind control', its more of body control and the Asura were kind enough to let me test it. You must have noticed the collar around your neck by now, like any good pet needs. But this collar interrupts the messages your brain tells your body, rendering it completely in my control. The best part of all this is that you still have your mind to yourself, so you can experience everything that is happening to you." The Charr then leans in close to your ear and whispers "and you'll have no control over it. You are MINE." Terrified now, you try as hard as you can to move, even the slightest, but its useless.
Coming to the realization that you now have no control over your body, nothing but a pet for the Charr to play with any way he sees fit. Thinking there was no escape your eyes begin to water and you begin to cry. Tears are now running down your face and without control over anything, you can't even wipe them off. The Charr moves his head away from your ear so that you are now face to face with him. You can see a horrible grin on his face and can smell the rancid breath he has. Unable to hold your breath, the Charr slowly extends his tongue and roughly slides it across your face licking up the tears streaming down your face. As his sandpaper like tongue retracts back into his vile mouth, he gives a chilling murr. "I love the taste of human tears." He taunts as he gets up to move over to his bed. As he begins to lay down and adds "But I think its time for you to begin your job as my pet." Raising his feet so they are positioned over the end of the bed he commands "Rub" as he points to his feet. Your body starts to crawl over to the end of the bed. "No, please, anything but that" you beg. The Charr just begins to laugh in a deep menacing voice as he watches you inch your way closer to his sweaty clawed paws. As you approach his feet you begin to smell the odor of old Norn cheese and Sylvari vinegar, two of the worst smelling things in all of Tyria.
Your hands begin to reach up closer and closer to the dreadful paws of the unwashed Charr. When you fingers first make contact, you can feel the sickly texture of the sweaty hot foot. Your hands begin to knead into the foot and you can hear the Charr start to moan above you. "Harder" he commands, seconds later you can feel your hands press in deep, grinding the sweat into your hands. The rubbing goes on for several minutes, and becoming more thorough. Making you massage between his toes your hands become caked in grim that only the gods know how long its been there. When you think things cant get any worse you heard the worst possible command, "Lick". You eyes go wide, "What! No plea..." your cut off as your tongue takes its first long lick of the underside of the Charrs foot. The taste is like nothing you could ever imagine, so potent and revolting. You body begins to gag, 'thank the gods. At least I wont have to swallow this residue', until the Charr orders "Stop gaging and swallow". Your tongue returns to your mouth with a coating of sweat and grim, then with an audible gulp it slides into your body. The combination of the taste in your mouth while you lick the bottom of his foot along with the smell you nose has to endure being pressed between his toes make for a truly nauseating experience.
After a good half hour of intense licking to make to foot shimmer in saliva, the Charr smiles down at you. "My foot hasn't been that clean for months. Come to think of it, I haven't bathed in couple of months." With a truly evil grin the Charr looks down at your pathetic pleading face, "I think its time for a bath, a nice tongue bath." You begin to cry again and your mind is going insane trying to move away from the Charr. "But first finish the other foot" the Charr states as he leans back to relax again while your body shift over to the fresh sweaty grime covered foot. The smell and taste of this foot is just as bad, if not worse then the other. "Oh, I think I might have stepped in something, so make sure you clean it all off." Looking back at the foot you notice a large splotch of something brown cakes into the crevices of his foot and between a couple of his toes. Through you tear filled eyes you look up at your tormenter and see that there is a slight bulge under his loincloth. This monster is really enjoying your suffering.
As the horrible taste of Charr sweat, dirt, and whatever else he stepping in lingers on your tongue, you look up at your master hoping he is done with you. The Charr looks down and wiggles his toes in your face. "Not bad for a first attempt, buy you're going to need practice to work on your timing." 'Practice'? Does he really plan to keep you as foot licking pet for the rest of your life? Looking back at the Charr you catch him rising up his right arm and sniff his pit. A low growl of disgust follows, and then he looks down at you grinning. "Time for your next job, get over here and clean." As if your body already thinks it's a pet, you don't even stand to move. Your pathetic body crawls along the floor till you're at the side of the bed staring at the hairy sweaty pit of a Charr. Your mouth slowly moves forward as your tongue extends. Before you even touch the Charr you can smell the spicy musk of a seasoned Charr. You finally make contact with the sweaty trap the Charr call an armpit and you taste the bitter taste of pit sweat. As your mouth continues to lick and your nose gets rubbed into the soaked pit, the Charr decides to torture you more than he already is. The Charr lowers his arm trapping you deep within hid rank pit. The heat around your face begins to increase as well as the amount of sweat the Charr is producing. Your body is still following the previous orders as best it could by licking the as much as possible. You could feel the thick hairs of the Charrs pit tickling your nose as the sweaty moisture crept inside.
The Charr continued this torture for an unknown amount of time, long enough for your tongue to become sore beyond belief. When the Charr finally lifted his arm you took a huge breath of fresher air. Looking up at the Charr he gave an amused smile. "Enjoy washing your face in Charr sweat?" he said in a belittling tone. You glare up at the Charr to try and convey your hatred toward him. "Don't be that way my pet, you'll learn to love my musk. And to speed along the process, time to get to the heavy stuff." Eyes widening, you knew that there could only be one place that could be heavier than his armpits, and you didn't want get anywhere close to that area. The Charr began to shift so his legs were hanging over the side of the bed. "Come." He commanded again, and without hesitation your body moved between the Charrs muscular legs. Even from this distance you could smell the thick musk of the Charr and could see the terrifying bulge that the loincloth hid. "I'll give you a sample before the real thing."
Looking up at the Charr wondering what could possibly be a 'sample' of the stench the loincloth contained. Then as the Charr began to untie his loincloth your realized what he meant. As the cloth uncovered the massive sheath and horrifying spire, your eyes couldn't help but stare. The Charr slowly dragged the cloth from under his ass, making sure to wipe as much sweat and stench on this garment. When the entire package was revealed, in front of you was a pulsing pillar of flesh covered in feline-like spines. Below that was his massive sac that held his two orange sized balls. With your eyes fixated on the beast's equipment, you didn't notice the Charr ball up his loincloth. Suddenly a brown cloth covered your entire vision. Then you started to choke on such a powerful musk. Even with the body control device attached, your instincts took over and couldn't help but struggle. A sudden paw on the back of your head kept it buried within the musky cloth. "I'll have to submit that in my report. Instincts override the control." The Charr said with a slight disappointment in his voice.
When your body started to calm down, the Charr removed his paw and left you to inhale the stink of his undergarment. You lost track of time, it could have been hours but your couldn't tell any more. The smell was making you lightheaded, and for some reason becoming more tolerable, enjoyable even. Wait! That couldn't be, it was the loincloth of your tormentor. What was happening, could the device around you neck be changing your thoughts and not just controlling your body? Your thoughts are interrupted as the Charr removed the cloth from your face. Looking up at him, he looked kind of, nice. No, that was the collar speaking. "It is getting late, you took too long cleaning my paws that we couldn't get to the fun." The Charr said with annoyance in his voice. "Well have to continue this tomorrow. But for tonight, you'll get to sleep with me." You look up at him horrified, but slightly intrigued. The Charr lays back into his bed and pats his abs. Even without giving a command, you climb into the bed and lay your head against his furry gut. The Charr then places his hand around your shoulder as he nods off to sleep.
You stay awake for a while longer, contemplating all of the evening's events. How the horrid beast of a Charr forced you into cleaning his body. The stench and taste of his sweat, the musk of his loincloth. The more you think about the horrible things that this monster made you perform, the less it seems so horrible. Resting your head on the Charr, you notice how soft his fur is and how comforting it is. Without being forced to, you cuddle up to the Charr. His breathing has slowed and you know he is asleep. You think about running, he never commanded you to stay. If he wakes up though, he would surly catch you and punish you far worse than he already has. You have to test how heavy a sleeper he is. Lifting his arm seems like a good test, but if he woke to see that he would know you were trying to escape. Thinking about what else you could try, the only other thing within reach is his thigh. Looking up at the sleeping Charrs face you begin to rub his thigh. Seeing no sign of him waking you begin to rub slightly harder. Still with no reaction you think that he is in a deep sleep. Then when you take your next breath you smell the same musk that was on his loincloth. As you bring your gaze back down, you see the red head of the Charrs penis exposing itself.
Eyes wide you continue to watch as more of the Charr escapes the furry sheath. You then hear the Charr begin to purr, and his breathing slowly increases. Remembering how excited he got while you were cleaning his feet, you don't remember him ever getting off, which means he is still pent up from an entire day of work. The claw that was resting on your shoulder slowly starts moving toward his massive erection, and in the process pushes your body further onto his. With his arm resting on you and his paw attending to his midnight wood, you are utterly trapped with a front row seat to Charr pleasuring himself. As the stroking slowly starts to speed up, the strong smell of manly musk begins to intensify. Thinking back, if he hadn't conditioned you with his loincloth, you would probably have passed out by now. Now though, you start to take deep breaths enjoying the smell. The Charrs spire has now reached it impressive size and the tip is inches away from your face. The tip is leaking large amounts of precum and against your better judgment, you move in to give it a taste. As your tongue passes over the tip you hear a deep moan from above you and get a large glob on your tongue. The salty substance spreads across your pallet and you find it quite enjoyable. You go in for another taste and get another moan from the sleeping Charr. Giving a small laugh, you think of how you can make such a large tough beast moan from such a simple task.
You begin to get greedy, moving the Charrs hand out of the way you take control. Placing your mouth over the tip and pumping hard you swallow as much of the Charrs potent substance as you can. Thinking of how to get more out of this cock, you begin to reposition your self so you can fondle those large balls and take more of his meat into your mouth. You have completely forgotten about not waking the Charr, your only goal now was to get as much of the Charrs essence as possible. Your mind isn't thinking clearly anymore, the once horrible beast is now all you can think about. The Charrs breaths have become rapid and you can feel his climax coming. You double your efforts and prepare for the prize. The balls suddenly tighten you hear a terrifying roar behind you. The thick Charr seed rushes into your mouth as you swallow as much as possible. The thick ropes of cum were too much for any human to handle and the seed burst out of your mouth. Still trying to swallow as much as you can, still pumping that thick piece of meat and rubbing the soft sac of the Charr. As the spurts slowly come to a drizzle, you swallow what's left in your mouth and begin to lap up whatever escaped. What seemed like torture before was turning into a pleasurable task.
Once you have cleaned up every last drop and the cock had retreated back into its home, you move back into position and cuddle close to the Charr. As if nothing happened, you never checked to see if your actions woke the Charr. The thought make you look up to see a smiling Charr staring back at you. "Couldn't wait till tomorrow?" He asked with a smirk on his face. Trying to come up with some kind of excuse you mind goes blank, you've been caught pleasuring you tormentor. He then moves and lifts you up face level. Looking deep into your eyes he gives you a gentle lick across your check. "You missed a spot." He says smugly. You glare at him but that melts away as you realize you find him kind of funny. You wrap your arms around his broad chest and rest your head against his soft fur. You hear him chuckle and you look up at him. "What's so funny?" You ask softly. Looking down at you with a smile he simply says, " The device just needed time to take full effect." Realizing that you still had the device around your neck, the rage that should have been there was replaced with comfort. As you contemplate what was said, you close your eyes and just say, "I'm glad you chose me."