Depravity 2: Slave Hold
Only a week had passed since my abduction of the two and already my thoughts about what to do with the first were reaching their lowest points. I had already ridden her unconscious at least a half dozen times and every time I always wanted more out of her body. Sullivan was mine and I made sure to remind her of it whenever I could muster up the time.
I'd gone so far as to leave her tied to my bed one night in heavy bondage, her breasts forced out and her crotch dripping like a leaky faucet throughout the night. Then again it probably didn't help that I'd rammed a set of self-created toys into both entrances and had kept her blindfolded and gagged when I did it. The moaning shrieks that managed to escape her mouth forced me to introduce Jenifer to her old friend's body. I'd taken the liberty of making sure that she wouldn't see Megan, just hear her tormented shrieks of tortured pleasure.
I straddled myself against Sullivan's chest and helped Jenifer follow before I sunk my shaft into Jenifer's body. I watched in earnest delight as Jenifer leaned back, using Megan's soft large breasts as an anchor while I pressed my knees into Megan's hips to keep her from squirming too much as I had my fun. The way I'd planned it, Sullivan would be barley conscious by the time Jenifer and I had finished.
My paws instantly found their way up along Jenifer's body, working themselves firmly into her bosom while Megan's tormented moans begin to grow louder. I took a look down around Jenifer's side and found her hands to be groping Sullivan's chest mirroring what I was doing to hers. Each passing moment was absolute glee, Megan struggling underneath our weight while we busily screwed each other to new heights. My fingertips found themselves soon firmly latched into Jenifer's chest as the heat from Megan's body became absolutely wonderful.
Pausing I looked to Jenifer again, watching her chest heave with each breath she took, working me into a mad rut when I returned to slamming my shaft into her body, giving her the pleasure of having my knot penetrate her with each thrust. It was true, sex is like a drug, and I'd managed to take two permanent doses when I chose to make these two mine till I felt it necessary to relieve them of their duties. That would not happen for a very long time to say the very least.
By the time our little escapade on Megan's body was finished, she had creamed all over the toys, the bed spread and her thighs while Jenifer's and my fluids seeped across her belly. It was at times like this why I wondered why I didn't do this years ago and then would be sharply reminded that I was much poorer then... and didn't always think things this far through.
The nights continued marching onwards and as they passed I could feel a growing restlessness in my prized toy while in her friend I sensed only a growing need to be an equal. I decided to force a little bit of information out of Megan that night before giving Jenifer the words that she'd probably want to hear. This time there would be no release for Sullivan but only built up pleasure, just maddening pleasure till the point of near release that I would forbid from coming on.
That night I had tied her again, this time leaving her hanging in that white washed room, the blindfold off, the gag out, but every piece of her body incredibly exposed. I'd made sure to keep her legs gaping open for this event, forcing a ankle bracer between them and I'd decided to let her watch the entire thing, having her body face a one way mirror from which I'd make her watch if needed. I'd thought to start simple for this bit, letting my large paws roll her shoulders, thumbs playing along her shoulder blades.
I found it amusing how easy it was for skilled hands to work along the pleasure ridges of a human body but this was necessary for what I wanted from her. I listened intently as she whimpered, trying to hold back soft moans as I fanned my fingers up and down along her back and shoulders, not quite ready to begin the real teasing. In a hush voice I whispered into her ear.
"You know you are dead to the world. The only one who knows better is me and I am not about to let you go."
At the end of that I decided to press a little further, firmly planting my thumbs against a small point in her back, just a few inches above her ass and her attempts to hold it in stopped. She moaned profusely and a little slosh of her cream dribbled down her thighs. After that, she shivered every time my fingers neared that spot and for her silence I graced her with two more, paws sliding around the curve of her pelvis, finding another twin set of spots right along the ridge, spread against her groin. I pressed down there as well.
Her head shot back from that as she completely unloaded herself from that, leaving a pool of her fluids on the floor in return. In a defeated, shuddering voice she begged.
"P pl lease s stop...." And I not being one to hold back when it was pleasuring me to do so hit all three of those spots at once this time, thumbs pressing into her back while my pinkies stretched around her sides to prod and roll into the two on her crotch. Once more her head shot towards the heaven, this time I watched every muscle on her front contract in the mirror right before she released again and I chose to speak.
"I own you, body and all" were my words, "Every moment you feel your fingers on me I can smell your arousal and yet you try to hold back." I held off on her form from that for a while as I watched her begin to cry, from what I knew she was agreeing pitifully to it. I'd decided to continue for a moment longer, letting the smell of her still oozing sex waft into the air.
"Admit to it Sullivan, you are a slut, you crave to be used like a toy and this past week has been a wet dream come true."
For a moment I noted an awkward silence before I could make out a whispered "yes...." I asked her to repeat it louder in threat that I'd pleasure her over the edge again. I did so anyway and got a much more enthusiastic "YES!" followed by her hitting her limit and fainting on me.
I was greatly pleased with the results of that evening and decided to let her actually rest for once. I left her unconscious body laying on a feather bead, a thick comforter holding her snug in place before I left to take care of my own need for sleep. The last thoughts I had that night were to Jenifer and to some of my clientele who were getting restless with how their projects were going.
With a little smirk... I thought I'd found a way around some of those shortcomings... a quick way around it that I could gouge money out from them like mad.
That morning was started out simple enough, coffee, working over whom I owed what in the next few months. I stared at some older documents I'd had put away none to long ago and smiled again. A client I'd had a few years back was coming in for a visit and wanted to see if I could arrange some company for them. More than willingly I'd already "acquired" the company but was not sure I was about to share with anyone just yet.
Me, being overly conscious of my property, would have to send them through a little blood test to make sure I wouldn't suddenly end up with one of my toys infected with something nasty. I knew it wouldn't be trouble for them to send me the documents and was rather glad when they all passed back clear that evening. I'd decided not to tell the toy I'd chosen for the piece what would be going on... though one of them might be more of an equal by the time my client arrived.
I'd decided that before I slept that night that I'd assist Jenifer in her choice. It was almost awkward when I walked into her room, though not really so... to see her with her hand half lodged between her legs trying to finger herself into a much needed orgasm. I watched her finish herself off that time, wondering how long it'd take her to notice my presence in the room. It was a good fifteen minuets before she'd stopped panting and noticed the pair of large fur covered feat set right before her eyes.
Jenifer snapped upright in a second, looking ashamed though we both knew that she was rather shameless when it came to needing something rammed between her legs. I squatted down beside her and very boldly asked her.
"Do you want to be one of my kind, to have no reason to hide your wants and desires?"
Her face light up like a cherry for a moment before she stared at me, trying to judge if I was serious and decided that the offer was real. Speaking in hushed tones she started.
"I'd want to be... I hate having to hold myself back... I know I'm needy but being filled is what my body wants... and I don't have the will, want or the restraint to hold it back." She looked up at me with doe-eyes and whispered that time "Please make me what you are so I don't have to hold back any more." She paused again and before I could say yes she had me straddled on the ground, hips hugging mine, grinding them wantonly against my already swollen shaft.
I was in no position at the moment to stop her from doing this nor was I exactly about to restrain myself from riding her like a show horse. From the noise we made that night I wasn't at all surprised to see Sullivan finger fucking herself long into the next day. Tomorrow our guest would arrive and I'd be giving her a while to recover from playing with herself far too much.
I'd decided to make a wall ornament out of Megan in my client's room, legs partially spread, feet a half-foot or so above the ground with a ball gag in her mouth. I found it fitting to leave her eyes uncovered for this little meeting, body coated in warm dark oils to make her glisten like a gemstone set into the wall. With a little smirk I'd minutely drugged her into a stupor like nymphomania, anything that touched her anywhere would make her explode in sluttish desire.
After fondling her body to a near orgasmic state before leaving to greet my guest and lead them into their room. They looked at their accommodations with a pleased grin, taking a moment to finish fingering Megan over the edge; very pleased at the thick trail she left dribbling along the wall. Turning to me she smiled and nodded her head.
"You provide well for me Desert, pity that you could not accommodate a male for me to toy with as well." That thin smile splitting her librarian like lips stayed with her as her fingers felt Megan's body. "Maybe you could help me with this beauty you've acquired, I want to feel her squirm against me." With that her smile fell into a bedeviled grin, nearly fisting Sullivan and smirking in victory as her eyes rolled back into her head and a tormented moan of pleasure slipped her lips.
I quizzically raised a brow to her before she spoke up again. " I want to see this little plaything you've paid for me to be stuffed from all ends, you taking her back... and perhaps another woman with a two-way strap on to help loosen her throat while I of course help myself between her legs and to these." With that she squeezed her fingers into Sullivan's chest, forcing out another loud moan from the bound woman.
In a soft tone I nodded in acceptance to that. "And for how many nights will you need this service?" I asked her, eying Megan hungrily, my client noticing this spoke up quickly to that.
"I'll be here for a week, or until you finish that final piece for me. This treat will be needed every night and well paid for. *She smiled warmly at me again for a moment before stroking a finger across my muzzle* and perhaps you could loose that pathetic human disguise you wear for a night or two." At that she ordered Sullivan lowered and to her arms bound behind her back for the night. "For tonight I'll test how she plays."
That night was filled with Sullivan's screams until early in the morning and after my guest had left to do some sight seeing I decided to see how my personal play thing was doing. When I opened the door I saw Megan pressed back into her wall shackles, the entire room looked like it had been a war zone and her body didn't look a great deal better. She'd been bruised but not anything that'd be permanent though I was a bit concerned with the trail of drool rolling down her cheek as well as the small trickle of blood from her sex. If what happened last night was what I thought it was, she had just had her body's "elasticity" checked by having my clients arm shoved far enough inside of her to touch her womb.
I left the unconscious girl to dangle in her binds until later that evening, when I'd be providing a little orgy for the pleasure of my client. She'd be rested enough by my standards to have herself filled like the three holes in a Twinkie, creamy white goo dribbling out of each entrance. With that I decided to go assist Jenifer into the right mood by teasing her with tantric sex and not letting her release for now.
I had been expecting my client back earlier than she was but that really didn't matter much. I'd gone through the trouble of cleaning her room up so it looked decent again and had applied balms to Sullivan's bruises and other 'tested' areas upon her body. I was quite certain that they'd had enough time to do their job and had tested by seeing how sensitive she was. Her frantic squirming at my touch was enough proof for me.
For this event I'd blindfolded Jenifer once more so that she wouldn't know whose mouth she was going to be pleasing herself with and she was already having enough troubles not forcing the two way dildo as far into her as she could. I lead her into the room on a thin leather leash and was rather pleased with what I saw before me. My client had already gone through the trouble of positioning herself below Sullivan's nude body, replacing the ball gag with a ring mount in anticipation.
I watched for a moment, taking a loon at what she had already done to my plaything. As far as I could tell, by the smirk on her face and the fact that it was still suckling Megan's heaving chest told me not much had happened, she was waiting for the show to begin. She waved to us to take our positions, me placing Jenifer in front of Sullivan's mouth, slipping the two-way into the mouth ring and instructing her what to do to please herself.
"When you feel a little vibration feed up through that toy, begin to thrust and it will get louder and it will force that piece farther into your body." I told her in soft tomes before taking my position upon Megan's raised ass.
I tossed aside my little disguise generator and poised to drive my dry shaft into Sullivan's hindquarters as my client sunk her fingers into her sex, straight up to the knuckles, forcing a tortured moan out of her blocked off mouth.
Jenifer did what she was instructed to, placing both hands on Megan's head as she forced the slick rubber shaft into her mouth. At that I proceeded to plunge my cock into her hindquarters, letting my body shudder for a moment while Sullivan squirmed in terror and sluttish need between the three bodies surrounding her.
Needless to say, when that night was finished none of us were in much of a condition to go anywhere for a while and as for Megan, I think she was starting to understand what she was now. My personal pleasure toy.
With that ends the second part of the Depravity series. Once again I call out to you Brina, if you ever read these.... know that there is someone somewhere who will care and protect you even in the worst weather. This set of stories is me just feeding a darker facet of myself that needs release or else it could build and end up hurting someone I love.... and I do not want to see anyone hurt.