Innocence Enslaved Part 2: Overwhelmed
Part 2 of my first story. I’m pretty new, if you don’t like it please let me know why do I can improve.
Part 2 of my first story. I’m pretty new, if you don’t like it please let me know why do I can improve.
Helena tests her skills and strength against Xavier.
This story has a number of dark themes. Please read the tags before posting negative comments. Let me know what you think, as I have a number of further chapters planned.
Read the tags, not a happy, feel good story!
Hello and thank you for coming by to read. Once again, this story is completely fictional. I have never nor do I know anyone who has ever experienced anything like this. This is purely a fantasy based story. There are sensitive subjects such as slavery, sexual abuse, and rape in this story. If you’re uncomfortable with that, please turn back now. Hope you enjoy!
This is the story of the incestuous relationship between the young and beautiful Jenny and her mad scientist father
Laura, a lesbian, is being blackmailed into a variety of activities designed to turn her into a cock-serving slut, including conditioning at the sinister Mayim Clinic, work as a prostitute, and a demeaning sexual relationship with her manager at her day job, Alistair. Addicted now to both the taste of cum and to sexually abusing her lesbian girlfriend, Laura slips further into degradation…
Claire has been trained, subliminally conditioned, and degraded by the woman-demeaning lobby group Titcage, given the new name of Fucktwat, and impregnated. As the day of her unwilling marriage approaches, Claire finds herself beginning to lactate….
introduction of the man in black, Amazon vs a Misogynist
[NOTE: This is Part Two. You should read Part One first] A little while back, one of my slaves told me that she’d always been into rape fantasies as a teenager. For some reason, the idea of a big man forcing her down and having his way with her always got her riled up. She told me this story of how her obsession developed… grew more intense… and then went out of control…
Bitch Tales,
By Puppy Foxy
Chapter One
I woke up to a stabbing pain in my head, my mouth so dry and throat sore as well. Looking about, frightened, not knowing where I was, all I saw were padded grey walls, a dim light above me on the ceiling, too far to reach. That is, even if I could stand up, this did not happen when I attempted to. In horror, I saw that my designer jeans wew were gone, as was my baby doll tee shirt, all that I was now wearing was my violet push up bra, with the matching lacy thong.
Binding my ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows were padded shackles, the ones at my knees and elbows connected by an odd padded bar which kept my arms and legs spread apart. The best that I could manage was to rise to all fours, crawling about pitifully like some sort of hairless animal. Oh my God! The last I remembered was going to the women’s toilet at the local mall, while my friends waited outside with our food, then while I was reapplying my lip-gloss, a sharp pinch in my shoulder, then darkness…
I panicked, thrashing, calling out frantically for help, but no one came to my cries. I pulled at the shackles, but could not slip free at all, nor break them. With my hands and feet separated so, I could get no advantage or purchase to work at them, either. I had no idea if this were some sort of jail, mental hospital, or what…
I crawled about my new cell, exploring, finding only two things of note: a slight seam of a door and a metal bowl of water bolted to the floor. I tried to lift some of the water to my parched mouth with my hands, but could not, in the end; I lapped from it, eagerly, wondering somewhat at the odd slightly flowery taste. Not too long after, I felt a bit strange, my body tingly and warm, but calmer in some ways…
Some time passed, and then the seamed door slid open, revealing a tall blonde woman, clad in black leather pants and a leather corset. Her eyes were a cold blue, devoid of any compassion or friendliness. At her belt was a riding crop; in her hands was a metal leash, which she clipped the end of to the black leather collar that she fastened tightly around my neck. Ominously, I heard the collar lock in place. Before I could do more than squirm slightly, the woman spoke…
“So little Puppy, welcome to the first day of your new Life. I am your Mistress, you will obey anything I command you, yes?” So inquired the fearsome woman, who was tall and lithely muscled, and a full foot taller than my four foot eleven inches tall. Who the hells was this woman, and why was she treating me so? Where was I? Why was she calling me Puppy?
I wanted to contradict her, to argue, to demand she release me at once, but I could not make the words come out, all that came out was a nod, agreeing to obey, feeling Compelled, really. This was not enough, though; Mistress swatted my bared bum with the crop, stinging painfully. “You will address me as Mistress, Puppy”
“Yes—Yes Mistress,” I stammered in fright. “But my name is not Puppy, it’s Anna…”
Again, Mistress smacked me with the stinging crop, a bit harder this time, laughing as she did. “That life is over now, Puppy, you are no longer Anna, no longer a girl. You will not speak with your girl voice unless I Command is that clear?”
I inwardly struggled, but in the end Obeyed, feeling to Obey Mistress was the only thing to do. “Yes Mistress”, I answered meekly, trembling. What was wrong with me, that I could not fight back?
Mistress examined me, smiling a bit cruelly. “From now on, Puppy, with your red hair, I will call you Foxy. What is your new name, Puppy?”
Again I struggled, but after some minutes and swats from the riding crop answered, “My name is Foxy, Mistress” Now she was stealing even my name, and forcing me to agree to it! I wanted to ask her why she was doing this to me, and why I could not do or say anything other than what she Commanded. I felt bad when I tried to resist, my head ached and my stomach lurched; when I Obeyed Mistress, I felt better.
“Good girl!” Mistress praised, as She petted my head. Oddly, I felt warm and reassured at Her petting, as She led me from my cell, into a larger room.
This room had a large wooden rack with different objects, as Mistress began the rudiments of teaching me to Obey Her leash commands. I was taught to Sit, no longer as a girl would, but on my fours, with hands in front of me, and bum on the floor. Next was Heeling, following just behind Mistress on the leash, keeping the proper distance. Last and most sinister was to Present, with my head down and my bum raised. Each time that I Presented, Mistress lightly caressed my nethers through my panties.
Never before in my sixteen years had anyone touched me so, except myself a little perhaps. With the shackles and bar keeping my legs parted, I had no way to keep her from touching me so. Struggling brought stinging smacks from Mistress’ crop, Obeying got me petted more. Several times Mistress led me to more of the water, each time I drank things felt fuzzier, my body and mind odd, as if Mistress controlled me more and more.
After perhaps an hour had passed, Mistress attached my leash to a post near an odd slanted bench. “Present!” Mistress commanded, and I did so, head lowered meekly, bum raised up. From the side I saw Mistress walk about me, picking up a pair of very sharp looking scissors. With two swift snips, she cut my bra and panties from me, leaving me nude and exposed, vulnerable.
“Much better, Puppies have no need for girl clothes, do they Foxy?”
“No Mistress, I do not,” I answered timidly, wondering what horrors she might have in store for me. I was not to wait too long, as Mistress went behind me, coating my exposed vagina with something cold and foamy.
“Keep very still, Foxy, my razor is very sharp, and I would not want to nick your little bitchy cunt while I make it all nice and bare, would I?”
“No Mistress, You would not, “I stammered meekly. I felt the pressure of the cold straight razor as Mistress removed every bit of hair from my… cunt, as it now was, I realized fearfully. Mistress in fact spelled out the new status to me then. “This, Foxy,” pointing to Her own crotch, “is Mistress’ Pussy. Puppies do not have a Pussy, though, but just a cunt. Do you understand, Foxy?” Mistress ran Her gloved fingers over my cunt, teasing the nub of my clitty, showing me how sensitive it was. I felt so exposed and helpless, with this strange woman completely in charge of me.
“Yes Mistress,” I agreed, realizing just how low my status was now, as Mistress continued. It was becoming harder and harder to even think of resisting, or displeasing Mistress, as I continued to be Trained.
Mistress now pulled me over the strange bench, fastening my wrists and ankle shackles to rungs on the floor, wide apart. The bench came up to just below my small A cup breasts, leaving them hanging over, nipples hard in the slight chill of the room. I could raise my head up slightly, from its lowered position towards the floor, the bench moved back and forth if I moved my torso some.
“You will now feel a couple of slight pinches, Foxy,” Mistress told me, as She walked about me. I nearly screamed as I felt a needle poke into the now exposed lips of my cunt, injecting some liquid into my most intimate place, now being claimed by Mistress. Then with a different syringe, Mistress injected me in each breast, just under the nipple. “This will be your new daily medicine, Foxy, until you’re fully a good little bitch.” With that, Mistress walked out of the Training Room, leaving the medicine to begin its work…
Chapter Two
After about thirty minutes of helplessly watching time go by on the wall clock, I began to feel… different. My cunt felt on fire, so hot, my clitty swollen and engorged. My nipples were likewise swollen, aching, wanting to be pinched, sucked. My breath came in pants; tongue out even, as I tried unsuccessfully to rub either cunt or nipples against the strange bench, getting ever more aroused, and frustrated. Finally, I near whimpered in relief as I heard Mistress come back in, her boots clicking against the stone floor.
“Why Foxy, my new little bitch, you seem to be in heat!” Mistress said merrily, then laughed, picking up a vial of something and began brushing it against my swollen cunt lips and nipples. Needily and wanting I tried to rub against the brush, to no avail, Mistress merely teased me with it, as an odd musky smell rose to my nose from my cunt and breasts. “And now you smell like a bitch in heat too, Foxy, though in time you will smell like this on your own, without help…” Saying that, to my horror and shame with a bit of forbidden excitement, Mistress pressed a button on a remote by the tool rack, and a door opened, with a little breeze of cold air.
In trotted a medium sized black dog, a Labrador, I thought, as he walked up, lapping at Mistress’ Hand. “This is Felix, Foxy, one of your Trainers this evening.” Mistress patted my ass, and Felix began to sniff and snuffle me all over, cold nose probing, especially at my soaked cunt and swollen nipples! I could not believe that this awful woman was having a dog do this to me. My mind was utterly revolted, but my body seemed to enjoy Felix’ nose and tongue on me!
I trembled in primitive fright, mixed with some shamed desire, moaning and whimpering, “Oh god no, Mistress, please, please no…” I begged, but even though I begged on the one hand, my body betrayed me as the long rough tongue of Felix began to lap at and between my new Puppy cunt lips. Confused yet so aroused and needy, I alternated from trying to scoot away from Felix’ enthusiastic lapping to trying to push at his hot mouth and spread more for him. Soon I felt as if my body might explode, but Mistress called Felix away, leading him in front of me.
“Oh no, not yet, my heated Foxy, you have to Earn that, to beg for it.” Mistress moved Felix so that he was sideways to me, and reached under him, showing me a furry sheath. To my shame, I saw a red tip protruding out of it. “Suck on this now, Puppy Foxy, to thank him for lapping you so nicely”
Against my will, struggling, still I opened my mouth, moving my head so that the Dog Cock entered my before now virgin mouth. As I sucked Felix, more and more of his Cock came out, dripping into my Puppy mouth. Mistress pushed him deeper; soon I had to breathe through my nose so as not to choke as more and more the Dog Cock engorged in my mouth, dripping more and more. Soon I was shocked as instead of merely dripping it began to spurt against the back of my throat, filling my mouth with an odd metallic taste.
Mistress laughed with delight as I gulped and swallowed Felix’ Dog Cum, servicing him like a good little Puppy bitch. When he began to subside, she led him away outside, leaving me still tormented in Heat…
Chapter Three
Mistress came back a few minutes later, leading in a gigantic tan dog, an English Mastiff. “This is Arthur, Foxy, and he is your last Trainer tonight and maybe more…” She walked around me, unfastening all of my shackles except my collar, unclipping the leash from it,. “Now is your Test, Puppy Foxy. You are free to go out the door to the Outside, if you want, it’s unlocked…”
For a moment, I looked out at the darkened yard, the trees beyond, but already my Anna life seemed dreamy, someone else’s. Then I looked at the Mastiff Arthur, some one hundred and eighty pounds of powerful muscles. I could see his wet nose quiver at my Puppy bitch scent, glancing down showed a huge tip just beginning to protrude from his sheath. My mind screamed at me to crawl away, to get up and run, but the burning fire between my legs demanded otherwise.
Conflicted, I stood up on my cramped legs, walking slowly towards the door. I listened, waiting for Mistress to do something to stop me, but she did not move, apparently content to wait and watch me. My heart was pounding, and I started to run for the nearby trees that I could see.
I did not get far though, I was about halfway across the wet grass when I heard Mistress say the words: “Arthur, Take!” and She unhooked the leash, letting Arthur loose to pursue me. With a couple of powerful strides, he reached me, nipping my bum and forcing me to the ground.
Crying, I tried to stand back up, but Arthur was having none of that, he growled and pushed me back down with his huge head. “God no, Arthur, leave me be, stop it!” I begged, but this just seemed to excite him more, hearing the fear in my voice.
The tan Mastiff sniffed and licked at me all over, growling slightly when he scented the other dog on me. Each time I tried to stand up or push him away Arthur either ignored me, or growled, making me obey with pushes from his head or jumping at me to knock me back down. I felt helpless as I lay on the wet ground, gasping as the horrid dog pushed his head between my legs, forcing them open, snuffling at my Puppy cunt.
I cried with self-loathing as I felt my body respond to the long rough tongue lapping at me, making me moan with tormented desire. I writhed under the slobbery licking, my own breath gasping in pants like Arthur’s, as the Heat burned in me. It was as if someone else rolled me over to my fours, arching my back with my legs spread, Presenting as Mistress had trained me to. Human thoughts and morals were vague now, I was a new little Puppy bitch, and the powerful alpha male Dog wanted me, and was going to have me.
Then I squealed as I felt his huge paws wrap around my waist, and the point of him poked at my ass, my wet swollen cunt lips, and then Arthur was innnnn!
God, the pain, as I felt something in my Puppy cunt tear from the thrusting assault of Arthur, slamming me so hard. Virgin blood and my own juices and the start of his drip mixed and ran a bit down my leg as he fucked me harder and deeper, making me yelp and whimper with each push from him. Nine then ten inches and more of Dog Cock went into my Puppy cunt, swelling and deeper with each merciless thrust Arthur gave. I felt something large try to push inside of my cunt lips, instinctively I tried to shy away, but Arthur bit my neck, holding my neck as he pushed it in, forcing his Knot into my poor spread Puppy cunt.
“Now he has Knotted you, Foxy, you are His bitch now,” Mistress told me in satisfaction. As I screamed and gasped with my cunt walls contracting around my new Master’s Knot, Mistress continued. “Now he breeds you, to try and give you his puppies. Though he will share you with the rest of my Kennel, or others, you are Arthur’s Puppy bitch now, understood?” I felt soooo stretched, so filled, as Arthur’s Knot grew larger and larger within my little Puppy cunt. He quivered many times, pulsing hot jets of his Dog Cum shooting deep within me, within my cervix and into my womb. Several times in between my raging orgasms I tried to move off Him, but I was firmly Knotted, my Puppy cunt stuck to Master Arthur.
I nodded weakly, as my poor cunt came repeatedly, Dog Cum filling it, as all faded from my vision…
Chapter Four
I awoke fully some time later, I think perhaps a week, as Mistress had seven times injected my medicine into my breasts and Puppy cunt. I was spared from being bred for unknown reasons, perhaps being given time to recover, I do not know. I only have vague memories of that week, of being taken outside to toilet train, being taught where to pee or poop, then pull dirt over it, as Puppies did not use toilets. At other times, Mistress Leash trained me more, making sure that wearing the collar and leash and Obeying her were second nature. Each time that I drank the water in my cell, or ate the gruel from my Puppy bowl, things got foggy again.
Today though I felt alert, and sat up, startled that instead of doing so as I used to, I simply did so on my fours, butt on the floor. I winced a bit as I did, my tailbone was sore and tender, for some reason. I examined my body as best I could, and gasped in some astonishment and horror!
My nipples were much darker than before, and swollen, and my breasts felt very tender. Very gently, I squeezed my left nipple, and a bit of warm fluid oozed out… milk! Whatever medicine I was being given must be doing this to me, making me lactate, and making my Puppy cunt even now feel in heat again, a slave to its lust.
In a panic, I crawled out the open cell door into the Training Room, looking around for anything that might help me. A tag swung from my Collar and jingled as I went, I paused for a moment to read it: “Puppy Foxy, property of Mistress Rebecca, Arthur’s bitch.” In anger and horror, I tried to remove my collar, but it was locked tightly about my neck, and I failed to miserably. It was then that I spotted a telephone mounted high on the wall, some six feet up, and tried to stand up to go over to it.
Somehow, my legs failed me, too weak to support me to anything but rising to my now callused knees. Still I tried to jump up and reach the phone, but could not get high enough to reach the wall. As I failed, I heard the clicking of Mistress’ boots on the floor behind me.
“Oh, such a naughty puppy you are, Foxy, trying to use the phone to run away like a Girl would. I will have to Punish you in the morning, to make sure such thoughts are gone from your head. In the mean time, I think a night out in the Kennel will remind you of just who and what you are now.”
With that, Mistress clipped the leash to my collar, leading me out to the yard. “Heel Foxy!” She Commanded, and I obeyed at once, crawling properly after Her, wanting to argue and plead, but unable to speak to Mistress without Her speaking to me first. Across the yard, Mistress led me, to a large chain link Kennel containing some six Rottweilers, each with a spiked collar.
“These are my off duty Guard Hounds, Foxy, six more roam the grounds of my Estate at all times, in case you should some time decide to try and run off? They have not had a bitch or Puppy in some weeks, I think that you will do just fine to please them, yes Foxy?” Mistress opened the Kennel door, and pushed me reluctantly within, then walked away inside, laughing cruelly.
At first, I tried to cower in the corner, hoping that they might not notice me, but soon the smell of six such large powerful males reached my nose, and triggered something within me. A few tears streamed down my cheeks as my breathing grew faster, my now aching nipples harder, and my Puppy cunt moistened with a powerful want, desire, Need even. Oh my god, even being near male dogs was bringing me into Heat again, my Puppy cunt driving away thoughts of fear, resistance, my old girl thoughts being banished to the back of my brain.
I crawled to the middle of the kennel, parting my legs, whining at the six Hounds. One by one they rose up, approaching me, beginning to sniff and examine the new bitch in their midst. I moaned and panted as their coarse tongues began to lick me, face, breasts, Puppy cunt too, tasting and claiming what was theirs that night. I sniffed and licked at the nearest in front of me, teasing his sheath, tasting the tip of his Dog Cock as it protruded out further and further. While I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, two of the other Hounds were lapping at my Puppy cunt and ass, soaking me in my juices and their slobber.
My legs parted more as I pushed back against their mouths, writhing in lust and pleasure. “Oh yes Doggies, please fuck me,” I begged, and sure enough one of them began to, his big paws wrapping about my slim waist, his claws digging into me. I whined some as he scratched me, drawing a little blood but that was soon forgotten as the seeking pokes of his Dog Cock slid home, and his hips began to pump rapidly. He was quite large, maybe seven inches, though nowhere near the size of my Master Arthur, of course.
Unlike that first night, I began to fuck the Hound back, moving my slender ass with each of his thrusts. Soon my Puppy cunt stretched open as his Knot slid into me, and I cried out in delight as it pressed my swollen clitty from within. Bright colours exploded in front of my eyes as I came so hard, my Puppy cunt Cumming all over the Dog Cock within me.
After some minutes, the Hound withdrew from me with a loud plop as his Dog Cum and my own juices poured onto the straw floor beneath us. It was then that Mistress’ punishment became apparent, because as I went to lie down and recover a bit, the next Hound climbed up on my back and began to hump madly at me. The Heat that I was in kept me from protesting; my Puppy cunt wanted more and more and more. Hours must have passed during this Hound orgy, as each of them fucked me repeatedly. Two of them accidentally found my ass and fucked me there; I was beyond caring at that point. The few minutes when not being fucked I licked and sucked at the Hounds, savouring the taste of their metallic Dog Cum.
When Mistress clipped the leash to my collar the next morning, never did I feel like such a little beast and not human as then, her leading me to a hose, spraying off my Dog Cum covered sore body, then washing me with dog shampoo. I thought all might be over then and I could go back to my cell to rest and recover, but then Master Arthur came trotting up to me, sniffing imperiously at my just douched Puppy cunt.
Mistress laughed merrily as I automatically Presented to Master Arthur, lowering my head to the wet ground and raising up my ass. Without any foreplay, He Mounted me, making me cry out as the tip of his huge Dog Cock stabbed my thighs and ass until it found its way into my gaping Puppy cunt. I was shocked as my body responded again, the Heat always on me, even more so with Master Arthur than the Hounds. I grunted and panted as I fucked Him back, moaning with delight as his huge Knot forced its way into me. The powerful orgasms shook me to the core as my Master bred me, filling me to the brim with Dog Cum once again…
Chapter Five
Mistress had not forgotten my punishment the next morning though, she woke me early and led me on my leash out to a van with tinted windows, making me crawl into a small dog kennel inside. “It is Time to go to the vet, Foxy, and get your punishment.” I whimpered in fear at this, but we drove on anyways, until we reached an isolated white building. Mistress opened the rear of the van; let me out of the van, commanding me to Heel.
I Obeyed, following her in, where a perky blonde receptionist waited behind the desk, wearing black jeans and a tight purple sweater. “Hello Mistress Rebecca, this is Foxy, here for her appointment?”
Mistress nodded to her, with an evil smile. “Yes Julie, she is still showing some wilfulness, so I think it best that Dr. Ryan treat that, yes?”
Julie nodded, agreeing. “Of course, Mistress. Foxy looks like she’s really taking to the treatment, thus far… not like the first two…”
Mistress smiled, and we only had to wait a few minutes before a tall balding man with glasses came out, motioning us to follow him into the exam room. It was all white and very clinical, all steel and little comforting. With ease, he lifted me up onto the table, and then began to examine me from head to tail…
“Well, Rebecca, it seems that high dosage cocktail of canine DNA and hormones are certainly beginning to work. Her breasts are developing nicely and are sensitive to the slightest touch. I see that her vagina is keeping her in constant Heat as well?” Dr. Ryan asked Mistress.
I was horrified, tried to speak out, but Mistress had not told me I could talk, and no words would come out. It was awful how I began to pant when this awful man rubbed my Puppy cunt with his gloved finger, legs spreading. So too was the relief that I felt when Dr Ryan placed small clear plastic cups on my nipples, and a pump began suctioning milk out of each of my heavy breasts.
Mistress nodded to Doctor Ryan. “As you can see, Foxy’s Puppy cunt is beginning to own and restrain her better than any leash or collar. However, she still has some resistance, so I thought we might take some preventive measures? I do not care to worry about her trying to call anyone.”
Dr. Ryan frowned a bit. “I had hoped that the drugs in her water would make her docile, but I suppose some surgery is in order… oral and neuro…”
With that, I tried to leap off the table, but I felt a jab in my ass, from a hated syringe, then all faded…
Chapter Six
I woke fully some while later, my mouth sore, and my throat was too. I looked about for some water, and then heard the footsteps of heels as Julie entered the room that I was in. It was a living room, with tasteful furnishings, and I was lying on a cushiony dog bed. “How are you feeling there, Foxy?” Julie asked me. “I decided to bring you back to my flat to play with, I hope you don’t mind.”
I tried to speak, to answer her, but all that came out of my mouth was a little feminine dog bark! Julie smiled at me in pity, and lowered a hand mirror to my face. “I’m afraid that your talking days as a human are over, Foxy. Open your mouth” she Commanded.
I Obeyed, Julie being a Human Woman and me just a Puppy, and whined at what I saw. My tongue was swollen, thinner and longer, not a girl’s any more but some twisted hybrid between human and canine. My own eyeteeth were gone, replaced by false canine implants. There were stitches on my throat, by my vocal cords, and a bare patch on my head as well.
“Dr Ryan made it so now all you can do is softly bark, whine, or whimper, as any other dog, Foxy. This is your new life now, so you might as well accept it.” Julie sat down next to me, stroking my hair, and my body as well. It oddly felt very nice and comforting; she was gentle, unlike anyone else in my new life so far.
“I think you’ll like this lesson, Foxy…” Julie murmured as she sat down next to me, petting me, her light blue eyes looking into my own green ones. Her fingers moved down me, caressing my ass, stroking my rosebud. Soon I began to pant, the Heat rising in my Puppy cunt, as her violet nails traced my sensitive puffy lips.
“My, a horny little bitch, aren’t you,” Julie murmured and I nodded in agreement, eyes begging her for more, but she shook her head, taking her fingers away, grasping the back of my head, kissing my Puppy mouth. Her pierced tongue darted into my mouth, caressing and dancing with my new longer Puppy one, as Julie claimed my mouth as hers. After a few minutes, she paused, pulling her sweater over her head, then tugging her jeans down, revealing her large full breasts and black lacy thong.
“Pull my panties down, Foxy” Julie Commanded, parting her legs and lying back before me. At first, I pawed at them, trying to use my fingers, but they were stiff and I could no longer seem to grip with them. Frustrated, I reached down with my mouth, tugging on the black lace, a little growl escaping me, as I pulled then down Julie’s hips then off her. She then pulled my head down to her moist shaven pussy, and I sniffed at her delicious aroma, snuffling at her pussy and her little rosebud ass as well. Never before as a girl had lesbian thoughts really occurred to me, but now Julie’s scent and taste were so powerful and erotic to me.
My long tongue delved her deep, lapping, opening her up, as she grew wetter and wetter. While I nipped and sucked at her swelling clitty, Julie reached beneath me, squeezing each of my breasts,. I whimpered into her as I lapped madly, my own Puppy cunt aflame in Heat, puffy and wet. Soon Julie showed me mercy, rolling over on top of me, her tongue ring flicking my clitty, licking my Puppy cunt, teasing its lips. She slid two of her fingers into me, seeking that secret centre which made me whine and pant in delight.
On and on we played, Julie teaching me how to please and be pleased by a Woman, while fulfilling her own dark fantasy of playing with a Puppy. At least, she thought that she had, until she took me home the next day…
Chapter Seven
Julie drove me back to Mistress’ Rebecca’s estate the next morning, having me lie down on the back seat; a towel covering my head so that any casual viewers would just assume a regular dog was riding with her. I heard her buzz an intercom at a gate, and then we drove onwards, up apparently to the main house. Once we arrived, Julie handed her keys to a man wearing an odd grey uniform, after which she called me “Foxy, Heel”
Mistress Rebecca awaited us in a small parlour, seated in a fine leather chair. A petite shorthaired woman left a tea service on a side table, after she had served Mistress and Julie. I crawled over to Mistress, enjoying Her absent-minded petting of me as a welcome home, as She looked me over. “Well Julie, I am quite grateful to you for bringing Foxy safely back to Me, and such; however, I do have one small question for you?”
“Yes Mistress Rebecca?” Julie answered Her, sipping her tea and nibbling on some biscuits. Julie seemed a bit nervous to me, as she drank more tea, her mouth oddly dryer the more she drank…
“Why ever did you take Foxy back to your flat last evening? And do not deny it, Dr, Ryan implanted her with a GPS chip, just like all of my dogs.”
Julie blushed deeply, startling as Mistress picked up her handbag, holding up Her hand to stifle Julie’s protest as Mistress handed the purse to the maid collecting the tea things. “I just thought that she would be more comfortable there, Mistress…”
Mistress laughed at the too obvious lie. “Oh really? Moreover, the way Foxy looks so adoringly at you now is just a coincidence, so too that her fur and breath nearly reek of your scent? What is that quaint expression I hear on American telly programs, ‘what bullshit’?”
“Oh… oh god, Mistress, I didn’t mean to hurt anything, I was just curious, and…” Julie stood up, as if to leave or flee, but Mistress was having none of that.
“Stay, girl!” Mistress Commanded, and Julie stopped, struggling to move but no longer able to fully control her own body. “Since you felt the need to tamper with my Project with Foxy, obviously you want to join it?”
Julie shook her head frantically, eyes darting all around. “Please, no, what did you do to me? Why can’t I move? Just let me go home, please?”
Mistress laughed at Julie’s fear, walking about her, examining her as one would a potential new pet at an animal shelter. “This is your new home now, Julie, you will not be leaving. As to ‘what I did to you’, I had the maid put a double dosage of Foxy’s medicine in your tea. You know, the Ecstasy sedative cocktail that Dr Ryan and I concocted, makes the subject quite docile and compliant with suggestions and orders? Not to mention that it breaks down moral inhibitions, and brings out the subject’s baser desires.
In any event, let me explain the New Rules to you, Julie. You will not speak or talk to myself or my staff without my express permission. Nor will you try to harm myself, the staff, or yourself in any way, is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress,” the answer was forced from Julie, who was trembling badly.
“Now Strip, you will not need girl clothes, new Puppy”
Julie shook, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she tried to fight, but the Compulsion from the medicine won, as it always does, and her hands moved to her dark blue blouse, unbuttoning it, dropping it to the floor. After that, she unzipped her skirt, stepped out of her heels, leaving her standing there in just black lacy bikini and a matching bra. Mistress took out a pair of scissors from drawer, slicing the lingerie swiftly off Julie, leaving her nude and vulnerable, just as I had been some weeks before.
“Get on your fours, Puppy” Mistress Commanded, and after a moment Julie sank to her hands and knees. Mistress took out a thick pink leather collar, studded with little fake gems, buckling it around Julie’s neck, locking it into place with an audible click. “That is such a pretty collar on you, Puppy. You love your new collar and will never try to take it off, will you Puppy?”
Julie fought, but then in anguish answered, “Yes Mistress, I love my new collar.”
Mistress clipped a leash to Julie’s collar, and then commanded both of us to Heel, which we did, following her to the Training Room. Once we arrived, She looked Julie over for a few minutes, then said, “No longer are you Julie, your new name is Tawny, Puppy, is that clear?” Tell me your new name.”
“I am Tawny, Mistress,” Julie gasped, crying still. Mistress exchanged the leash from Tawny’s collar for a chain, which She hooked to a post. I watched Mistress prepare a syringe, which She injected into Tawny’s new Puppy cunt lips, making her cry out in pain.
“Since you have so graciously joined my project, Puppy Tawny, I wish to try something slightly different with you than with Foxy. You will receive the same canine hormones as Foxy does, but not the DNA, thus feeling the same urges and Heat as she does, but without the changes to a hybrid as she is becoming.” I watched as Mistress rubbed the dog musk on Tawny’s Puppy cunt, which excited me with its scent, and then Mistress rose up. “I will return in a few minutes, Foxy and Tawny, behave until then, and do not play until then.”
Chapter Eight
While we waited, I padded over to my water, drinking some of my medicine, enjoying the renewed feeling as some small part of my brain now realized that in addition to its other properties that was highly addictive as well. I watched Tawny, as she went from crying and trying to pull on the chain holding her to beginning to pant, her Puppy cunt lips flaring with her new need. I wondered why Mistress was treating Tawny somewhat differently, but thought it was for taking and playing with me without Mistress’ permission. How much crueller, to live a Puppy life with a human body, rather than changed to one as I was becoming?
Some small part of me still dreamed of escape, of my lost Anna life, but it seemed very improbable. I had no idea if any doctors could reverse the changes in me; the loss of my voice, and the milk filled breasts. Not to mention the constant Heat that my Puppy cunt was always in now, insisting and demanding to be fucked, preferably by Master Arthur or other Dog Cocks. How could I fulfil that if I left?
I listened to Tawny as her pleas for me to somehow help her get free became pleas for me to lick her, to make her cum, which I ignored, Mistress having Commanded us not to play. Soon enough the click of Mistress’ boots sounded, and my heart leaped as I saw her bring in Master Arthur. I yipped at him in greeting as He trotted over to me, lifting my bum so that he could sniff, and sniffing him in turn.
Mistress sat down by Tawny, Her fingers lightly tracing Tawny’s Puppy cunt, teasing her swollen clitty. I licked Master Arthur’s sheath, teasing out his tip, savouring his taste. Soon Master Arthur licked my Puppy cunt with long powerful strokes of his rough tongue, while Mistress tormented Tawny, bringing her close to cumming then stopping just before, making Tawny’s Heat worse and worse.
I Presented, lowering my head and raising my ass up, feeling Master Arthur’s huge paws grip me as he Mounted his bitch. I yelped in pain and joy as the engorged Dog Cock poked at me, seeking and then thrusting powerfully into my soaked Puppy cunt. As I began to push my hips back and fuck my Master in return, I heard Mistress ask Tawny, “You want that too, don’t you Puppy Tawny?”
“No, Mistress, please don’t have that done to me,” Tawny begged, but we could all hear the longing mixed with the terror in her voice, as her Heat rose ever stronger. I whimpered as Master Arthur Knotted me, his Dog Cum shooting deep within me. Sometime later, he withdrew from me with a jerk, and Cum splashed down my legs and onto the floor. I went to lick and clean my Master, but Mistress whistled, calling me over to her and Tawny.
“Foxy, get in front of Puppy Tawny now.” Mistress rolled me over onto my back, and parted my legs, baring my Dog Cum drenched Puppy cunt to Tawny. “Tawny, lick Foxy clean now.”
Tawny hesitated at first, and then lowered her head to me, her tongue lapping at me, licking up my juices and the Dog Cum. I moaned and shuddered as colours exploded in my brain, Tawny’s tongue ring flicking at my clitty. I hoped that she would keep at it forever, but Mistress had other ideas…
“Foxy, get on your fours. Tawny, follow me, to the bench.” I watched as Mistress led Tawny to the Breeding bench, securely fastening her to it. Mistress pressed the remote to the Outside door, and in trotted a very large dog, a Great Dane, all grey and white. “Tawny, this is Caleb, one of my best dogs. Caleb, Lick” Mistress Commanded him, and so he began to, bathing Tawny’s whole body with his tongue and slobber.
Tawny cried, begging Caleb to stop at first, but soon was moaning, trying to press her new Puppy cunt against Caleb’s mouth. While he was breaking Tawny’s will, Mistress sat on the chair beside me, rubbing something slippery on and into my Puppy cunt. Every few minutes Mistress bade Caleb to stop, before Tawny could cum, then had him resume when she was further away from it.
“This is what happens to naughty girls that steal my Puppy and play with her without my permission, Tawny. If you decide you are ready, beg me, and perhaps I will let Caleb fuck your Puppy cunt and make you cum.” While taunting Tawny so, Mistress began to finger me, first one then two, exploring and fingering me ever deeper, spreading me wider.
Tawny resisted for a few minutes, then begged, “Please Mistress, tell Caleb to fuck me?”
I gasped as a third and fourth finger entered me, filling me again just when my Puppy cunt had begun to close, and Mistress Commanded “Caleb, Take!”
I whimpered in a bit of pain as Mistress closed Her thumb into me, making a fist. I began to ride Her hand within me, my inner walls contracting, watching in some awe as Caleb Mounted Tawny, poking his enormous Dog Cock at her Puppy cunt, until he slid it home. She screamed as he began to fuck her hard, his hips bucking as he claimed her. Tawny rocked back and forth on the bench, her eyes wide in lust and terror, screaming as Caleb made her his bitch, forcing his croquet ball sized Knot within her Puppy cunt. Repeatedly Tawny and I came together, me from Mistress’ fist pounding me from within, Tawny from being Knotted and the Dog Cum spurting into her womb, running out too.
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When Lily goes out for a night at the clubs and meets a gorgeous guy, little does she know how the evening might turn out.
Continuation of Part 1. Picks up right where it left off.
Penny and Yvette release a demonic being which takes them hard
Wherein Brad, the philanderous chapter president of the Sigma-Nu Fraternity is captured and mercilessly broken by the sisters of Zeta House. Follow him on his journey from Alpha-male misogynist frat-boy to cunt-worshiping fuckslave of the Zeta Sorority Sisterhood.
She does not know perverted old neighbour is getting what he wants
Emily has had a big and stressful night. The party msy be over for some, but for others it’s only just warming up.
The rough sex and force fucking continues
I held back and watched my lover stalk his prey. There was no mistaking Gabriel for anything other than a predator. Tall and lean with a catlike grace, he moved silently through the darkness waiting patiently for the furtive young man he followed to wander far enough into the shadows to be taken.
We followed him silently for several blocks before he paused at the edge of a circle of light cast by a street lamp. He was only several feet from the entrance to an alley. and He withdrew something from his pocket to examine it in the dim light, and Gabriel flanked him like a panther circling it’s prey as it prepared to strike.
Moving so quickly that I was barely able to follow, Gabriel swept him off his feet and carried him deep into the alley where light did not penetrate. His victim didn’t have time to cry out and barely began to struggle. Hurrying after him, I took a deep breath inhaling the scent of fear and blood and felt the familiar rush of excitement as I watched my love begin to feed.
As Gabriel fed, drawing the young man’s soul from the center of his being, I pressed myself against his back. One hand went to my lover’s throat to feel the movement as he swallowed, the other slid around his waist and down over his flat stomach to fondle the growing bulge beneath his tightly fitting trousers. I knew that it was my touch and the thrill of my excitement, not the act of eating this boy’s soul, that aroused him.
I felt Gabriel jerk, his every muscle tensing, at the same moment that I heard his victim’s heart stutter to a stop and I wondered what he’d taken from the young man that had caused his body’s violent reaction. Before I could ask he turned to me, his hands gripping my upper arms hard enough to have caused pain were I still human, and shoved me against the rough brick wall of the building on south side of the alley.
Surprised by his action, I laughed. He grinned wolfishly and captured my lips with his. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue, tasting his victim’s blood as I swirled mine around his. With his mouth pressed against mine he fumbled with the closures on his pants and pushed them down far enough to free his straining cock before he pushed my dress up around my waist.
He dropped to his knees pulling me down to straddle his lap and I felt his hand pushing the crotch of my panties aside. I lifted myself and closed my fingers around the shaft of his massive cock, stroking him several times before guiding him to the tight opening of my dripping vagina.
The bulbous head of his prick split the lips of my cunt as I allowed gravity to impale me on the length of his thick rod. Gabriel groaned as he leaned back. Supporting his weight on his arms behind him he lifted his hips to push into me as deeply as he could. His head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes closed, he remained as still as a marble statue.
My hands on his shoulders, I began to ride him slowly up and down. I savored the feel of his huge cock as I lifted myself to slide down on him over and over. I could feel every vein running along the length of his shaft as his girth filled and stretched me. My breathing quickened as I felt the familiar tension mounting in the pit of my stomach.
Gabriel’s head snapped up, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His arms closed around me, one hand at the small of my back, the other cupping the back of my neck. He laid me back supporting my weight on his arms as he began to thrust into me faster. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my fists firmly against my lower abdomen.
“Gabriel!” I gasped as my body tensed.
He grunted and I felt his semen explode into my clenching vagina. He pushed deeply into my rippling pussy and emptied his testicles as I came hard. He lifted me and held me tightly against his body, his slowly wilting cock still deeply imbedded inside my trembling body. I laid against his chest wanting to stay connected to him as long as I could.
He kissed the top of my head and gently lifted me off his nearly flaccid cock. “You thirst, too, love,” he said softly.
I did feel hunger. I rose to my feet and straightened my clothing. Gabriel stood and refastened his trousers. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply before taking my hand to lead me back to the street.
At the entrance of the alley the slip of paper that my lover’s victim had dropped caught my attention. I picked it up and and looked at what was written on it. I knew the address. Frowning, I looked around and realized that Gabriel’s prey had led us into an area of the city with which I was very familiar.
I drew a deep breath through my nose. Like a slap in the face, realization suddenly struck me. I darted back into the alley and rolled the man lying on the ground onto his back and started rifling through his pockets. In one pocket I found a thick roll of bills and a switchblade knife. The knife I discarded, the money I handed to Gabriel. I stuck my hand into his other pocket. Nothing. I opened the leather jacket and felt the lining. Finding the little bulge I was seeking. I dug my fingers into that pocket and extracted the small plastic bags of coarse brownish powder.
I rose to my feet and left the alley. Turning left when I reached the sidewalk, I headed back in the direction from which we had come. Gabriel stayed at my side matching his long legged stride to my quick steps. He didn’t question me about our destination. He recognized my resolve even if my purpose remained a mystery to him. Perhaps he had recognized the neighborhood, too. It had been a favorite haunt of his for weeks after his fortuitous encounter with Henri.
I slowed as we approached the house, my hand trailing along the wrought iron fence. I stared at the dark windows that looked out over the street. The house looked vacant, though I knew it was not. I lifted the latch on the gate. It swung open silently and I started up the walk to the porch.
Gabriel laid his hand gently on my arm. His blue eyes shone with concern. “Love,” he said softly, “come away.”
I shrugged his hand off and continued to the front door. I heard him sigh just behind me as I bent down and tipped the planter by the door to retrieve the key hidden under it. The click of the dead bolt sounded loud in the stillness of night. I paused and looked over my shoulder at Gabriel. His eyes pleaded with me as he shook his head slowly. I turned the brass knob and pushed open the heavy oak door with its leaded glass window.
The house was oppressively hot and I wondered for a moment why the air conditioner wasn’t running. I could see perfectly well in the darkness, but I didn’t crave shadows the way my lover did. I reached out and flipped the switch by the door. Nothing happened.
Henri had been taking care of the household accounts since my father had died seven years before. Of course my hapless mother hadn’t paid the utility bill. I doubted now that she had even managed to keep herself fed in the weeks that I had been gone. She was still alive, though. Somewhere in the darkness above me I could hear a human heart beating.
As I started up the stairs Gabriel wrapped his arms around me from behind and pressed the side of his beautiful face between my shoulder blades. “Evangeline,” he pleaded again with a hint of desperation creeping into his voice, “come away, my love.”
For a moment I stayed in his strong arms drawing on the soundness of his love for me. I knew it wasn’t the anticipation of an encounter with my drug sick mother that caused him such consternation. It was Henri’s ghost, the memories of all the things I had endured at my uncle’s hands, that caused his anxiety.
I squared my shoulders with a determination that I no longer felt and started to pull away from him. His sigh was more of a soft groan as his hands loosed their grip and his arms dropped to his sides. I continued slowly up the stairs. Gabriel followed a step behind me.
I paused at the top of the staircase, swaying uncertainly for a moment before I turned away from my mother’s room. I crossed the hallway to the door of what had been my room when I lived in this house. When I had lived. I pushed the door open. The hinge creaked.
That sound brought a rush of memories and flooded me with emotion. I had been eight the first time Henri had pushed the door to my room open causing that eerie moan. Still crying every night over the recent loss of my father, I had naively thought that my uncle, a man I had barely known existed before my father’s death, was coming to comfort me.
He had sat down on the side of my bed and gathered my slight body into his arms to rock me while I cried. He had gently stroked my hair and cooed comforting words against my ear. I remembered curling my tiny fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt and clinging to him as he murmured that he was going to take care of me now and that I was his little girl.
He had laid me down on the bed and pushed my nightgown up until it was bunched under my arms. His hands were incredibly gentle as he had removed my little white cotton panties. I had tried to cover myself with my hands, crossing them over the smooth, hairless mound at the apex of my thin thighs.
Henri had smiled reassuringly as he lifted my hands. “You must never hide your beauty from me, Evangeline,” he had told me.
Had I had the experience to recognize it I would have seen the lust shining in his dark eyes. I squirmed under his uncomfortably intense gaze as his eyes ran over my immature body. He had reached out with his too soft hands and caressed the tiny bumps on my chest, his thumbs circling my petal pink nipples.
I remembered squeezing my thighs tightly together as his light touched caused an unfamiliar tingling between my legs. I had been aware that his breathing had quickened as his hands moved down over my childish body. My own breathing had been as rapid as my uncle’s.
He had let his fingertips trace the contours of my little belly to my boyish hips and down my thighs. He had paused for a moment before sliding his hands between my knees to gently spread my legs. I had blushed as his gaze fixed on the slit of my prepubescent cunt.
He had used his thumbs to part the outer lips and I heard his low moan as he looked lovingly at my tiny pussy. “Oh, ma jolie catin,” he had breathed as he bent down between my trembling thighs. “Such a beautiful cocotte.”
I had jumped when he pressed a kiss to the tender pink flesh his prying thumbs had exposed. When his warm tongue had begun to caress my nether regions my body had stiffened in protest, my little hands flew to push ineffectually against his head. He ignored my efforts and mumbled words of adoration and promised devotion into my petite body.
When his lips had closed over the miniscule bud of my clitoris I had cried out in surprise. I had never felt anything quite as pleasurable as my uncle insistently nursing that little button. My hands that had been trying to thrust his mouth way from my most private area now clutched at his hair to hold his face against my quivering cunt.
I remembered feeling an unfamiliar pressure against my pelvic floor and the way my back had arched as Henri’s finger had invaded my virgin pussy that first time. He had placed his hand firmly on my stomach to hold me down while he had thrust his finger in and out. I had felt his spit fall into the folds between my thighs as he had continued to saw his finger in and out.
My little hands had groped between my legs finding his wrist and trying to stop his harsh invasion of my body. He had laughed unpleasantly and withdrawn his finger abruptly. I had cowered on the bed as he had stood and quickly removed his clothing. I had stared in shock at his long, thin penis. It stood erect, it’s angry red head pointing toward the wall above my bed. He had roughly pulled my night gown over my head before he grasped my knees and jerked me onto my back again.
I had whimpered in fear as his hands pressed my knees up and apart to spread me open for him. Keeping his hands on the inside of thighs he had leaned over me, the menacing protrusion waving and bobbing as he moved, a clear drop of viscous ooze hung on a spider web fine line from the small eye on its tip.
He had spit in his hand twice and rubbed it over the end of his frightening appendage before his hand guided the end to the opening between my legs. The sensation of pressure I had felt when he’d probed my little cunt with his finger returned and I tried to twist away from him.
He had delivered a stinging slap to the tender flesh of my inner thigh and my legs jerked straight dislodging his burrowing penis. He had grasped my upper arms and shaken me till my head was spinning before dropping me onto the bed to pummel my body with his fists. All the air had left my body with a whooshing sound when he’d struck my stomach just below my sternum.
His hands had closed around my throat cutting off my breath. I remembered my body bucking wildly, my fingers clawing at his hands as I had struggled to free myself from his suffocating grasp. My vision had started to dim when he suddenly released me, allowing me to draw a ragged breath.
He had leaned down to place his lips close to my ear. “You breathe because I allow you to, ma petite enfant,” he had growled harshly, his bourbon scented breath stirring my hair. “You live because I allow it.”
Even at the age of eight I had understood that my uncle had complete control over me and that this cruel man was going to use me as he desired. I had quickly grasped the fact that I was nothing, insignificant to him, and if I fought him he would end my life without qualm. My tears had dried on my cheeks and I let my body go limp as I stared blankly at some point over his shoulder.
Henri had patted my hip, his hands gentle again, and then turned my body so that my bottom was at the edge of my bed with my legs hanging down. He had lifted my legs, his hands on the backs of my thighs, and pressed my knees to my shoulders. He laid his arm across the back of my legs and sucked on the forefinger of his free hand.
I had winced as he shoved the finger into my defenseless little pussy, but there was no fight left in me. I had detached myself from what was happening to my body, my mind wandered to a time when my father was still living and had sat on this bed with his arm around me as he read to me till I had fallen asleep.
My uncle removed his finger. “Hold your legs up for me,” he had ordered as he rose to stand by my bed.
I had obeyed, wrapping my hands around the backs of my knees to hold my legs where he had placed them. Henri had leaned over me, one arm braced on the bed by my head, he fisted his hard cock, stroking it quickly for a few moments before guiding the head to the opening of my vagina.
I had grimaced, grunting in pain as the head of his prick had split me open and pushed into my tight, dry cunt. He had withdrawn a little and thrust hard scooting my body forward as he tried to force more of his rampant cock into me. His hands had closed over my shoulders pushing me back toward him as he bent his knees and thrust his cock into my tortured cunt.
The pain from from his unwelcome intrusion had been exquisite. I remembered a sudden sensation of tearing and a searing agony that spread from my raw vagina into my belly and, unable to help myself, I had allowed a keening wail to escape my lips. My uncle had slapped me hard on my face, snapping my head violently to the side.
“Tuat t’en grosse bueche, putain,” he had hissed without pausing.
His cock had begun to make a wet, sucking sound as he had continued to violate my young body. He was grunting as he slammed into my tightly stretched and bleeding cunt faster and faster. Mercifully my consciousness had faded and I floated away.
When I had come to again, Henri was sitting on the edge of my bed with me straddling his lap. He had held me tightly against his belly and rocked me gently. I had been aware that he was still firmly lodged in my swollen pussy, though he felt different to me now.
“Ma jolie catin,” he had cooed softly to me, “mi aime jou.”
I had squirmed in his arms wanting his flaccid penis out of my body. As I moved against him I had felt something warm, wet, and sticky squelching around his tightly embedded cock. He had twitched and flexed inside me and my despair had risen along with his tormenting prick.
I shook myself, tearing my mind away from memories of Henri, and turned into Gabriel’s waiting arms. He pulled me in to hold me tightly against his lean, hard body and I knew he was offering me a way to exorcize my uncle’s ghost. I slid my hands over his shoulders and raised up onto my toes to reach his lips. He lifted me bringing my face level with his and pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely.
Without me being aware he had moved across the room, he set me carefully on my bed. I watched as he removed his clothing and let them fall to the floor. When he stood before me naked, his huge cock rising proudly from the profusion of red curls at the juncture of his thighs, I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft to stroke him.
I took the head of his prick into my mouth to run my tongue over the velvety softness. His hands closed over the sides of my head and he thrust into my mouth. I began to bob my head up and down taking more and more of his beautiful cock into my mouth with each downward stroke until I felt the head prodding the back of my throat. I grasped his firm buttocks and pushed down until his balls swung against my chin and the coarse hair at the base of his massive penis tickled my nose. Being able to practically swallow him was one of the advantages of not having to breath.
Gabriel groaned loudly as my tongue undulated against the underside of his prick. I raised my head to plunge down, deep throating him again. He grunted and lifted my head pulling his cock out of my mouth. His hands were rough as he lifted the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head.
He fell to his knees and laid his head in my lap. I stroked his silky hair. After a moment he lifted his head and gazed up at me before his eyes moved down to my breasts as his hands pulled at my panties. I laid down and lifted my hips to allow him to remove them. He held the cum soaked crotch to his nose and breathed deeply before dropping them on top of his clothes.
I reached for him and he came willingly into my arms. I pulled my knees up and he pushed into me gently, settling immediately into a slow, steady rhythm. I caressed his cheek an stroked his hair, my eyes fixed on his beautiful face as he fucked me so tenderly that I could have wept at the sweetness of it.
He gazed down at me adoringly as he thrust into me. I rock my hips in time with his, grinding against his pelvis when he buried his full length in my wet cunt. He twined his fingers with mine, resting just enough of his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing me, but allowing me to feel every inch of his body lying on mine.
He began to breathe harder. He didn’t need to breathe, but my lover was a very sensual being and I knew that the scent of sex enhance the experience for him. I also knew that Gabriel was struggling to maintain the control he was exhibiting. I could feel the tension low in my belly as my orgasm began to build and, though the sweet, slow loving making was transcending euphoric, I needed more now.
I ran my finger tips lightly down his spine and felt him shiver. “Gabriel,” I moaned against his ear. “Fuck me.”
Something feral lit his eyes as he pulled my hands down to my shoulders and pushed up, his fingers still twined with mine, and thrust into me hard, his tempo increasing. He was watching my face intently and I held his gaze, my lips parting as I began to breathe as rapidly as him. His exquisite strokes lengthened as he drove his huge cock into me.
I arched my back and pushed up against him, wanting to feel him as deeply inside me as I possibly could. The delicious tension in my lower abdomen broke and the cresting wave of pleasure came crashing down on me. I gasped his name as his hands gripped my waist and he pushed himself into my rippling cunt. I could feel him swell and throb as he groaned loudly and erupted into my body.
I held him tightly in my arms and clenched the muscles in my vagina rhythmically on his pulsing cock to milk every last drop from his balls. I reveled in the feel of his body pressing me down onto the mattress. His breathing calmed, but tremors still wracked his muscular frame as I traced slow circles on his skin.
I moaned my protest when he separated his spent body from mine and rolled to lie beside me holding me tightly in his arms. I could tell he was lost in thought and I wondered if he was still puzzling over the reasons his body had begun to react to mine in ways to which he was unaccustomed. I stroked his cheek and smiled softly.
“What are you thinking, cher?” I asked.
He sighed and shook his head.
I wasn’t ready to let it go. “Tell me,” I pleaded quietly.
His eyes searched mine and then he kissed me lightly. “How could you have loved him?” he finally asked.
I sighed. “It was what he wanted from me. Love . . . adoration. If I hadn’t given him everything he wanted I wouldn’t have survived.”
He thought about my answer for a moment before pressing his lips to mine again. “I will do anything for you. If it were what you wanted, I’d even let you go,” he said with a quiet fierceness. “I love you more than I would ever have imagined possible, but I demand nothing from you.”
“That, my love,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “is why I’ll give you everything.”
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Gabriel stood just inside the door of my mother’s room leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. I could sense his disdain for the frail woman lying on the bed. His hostility toward her rolled off of him in cold waves.
Standing by the bed, I made a mental inventory of the paraphernalia on the dusty night stand. The candle burning there, the latex tourniquet, three syringes. I picked up the spoon, its bowl bent at an odd angle. I laid it back down and wiped my hand on my dress.
I sat down on the bed beside her and she stirred and opened her eyes. I’m not sure that in her drug induced state she recognized me at first. She shrunk away from my touch.
“Mama,” I said gently, “it’s me.”
She struggled to sit up. “Evangeline?” she croaked.
“Yes, Mama,” I said looking over my shoulder at Gabriel. He straightened away from the wall and came to stand behind me looking down at my mother.
“Where have you been? You’ve been gone for days,” my mother whined.
It had been weeks since Gabriel had carried me from this house. Weeks since he had taken me for his lover. Weeks since he had made me his forever. I had been missing for weeks without my mother having reported it.
My hands curled into fists. “This is Gabriel, Mama. I live with him, now.”
“There’s no one here to help me,” she said pathetically. “Where has Henri gone?”
“Henri is dead,” I said, my voice emotionless.
“Dead,” she said leaning back against the headboard of her bed. “Yes. I remember.”
I reached out to smooth her limp hair back from her face. My fingers traced the contours of her throat and I felt Gabriel’s body tense. I leaned toward my mother and his hand shot out to close around my arm.
“Don’t,” he said. “She’s an addict. The soul is polluted. It’s eaten away by her habit”
“And yet the body lives,” I said gently disengaging his fingers. “She’s found her own way into the half light. It would be cruel to let her live like this.”
“Then let me do it,” he said lifting me to my feet.
I cupped his face between my hands and brought his lips to mine. He crushed me against him as my lips parted and my tongue pushed against his. The sweetness of his mouth made me sigh. The fierceness of his kiss stole my breath.
Gabriel broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. He didn’t speak, but I could feel his concern for me. I pulled away and turned back toward my mother. She still leaned against the headboard, her chin resting on her chest, oblivious now to what was going on around her.
I placed one knee on the mattress then looked over my shoulder at my love. He refused to meet my gaze, his eyes down turned. I turned back to my mother and laid my head against her breast seeking some kind of affirmation that she was still the mother that had loved me when I was small. Her arms stayed limp at her sides.
I looked up at her. I could remember when she had been beautiful and traces of that former beauty still haunted her gaunt face. Her black hair, once lustrous, now hung limp and dull. The green eyes that had been clear and sparkling with easy laughter were clouded with her opium poppy dreams.
I leaned against her and pushed her slight body down to the bed. Lying over her I closed my eyes and sank my fangs into her sinewy neck. She didn’t struggle as I began to feed on her. I could taste the bitter alkaline of the heroin in her blood, but the flavor of her wasted soul was worse.
I was flooded with the memories of her childhood, with the visions of her life with my father, and with her joy at my birth. I was washed in the love and laughter that I myself remembered of life with my family. Her despair when my father had died nearly overwhelmed me. As great as my grief for him had been, hers was ten times greater.
And Henri. Henri feeding her pills to dull her pain. Pills that he had had her wash down with alcohol, and when the pills were not enough the cigarettes laced with black tar heroin. I could taste the heavy sweetness of the molasses soaked opiate and feel the euphoria, the oblivion. Again Henri, this time spiking a vein for her. I watched the needle pierce her skin and the blossom of red in the syringe before he injected nirvana directly into her blood.
She stopped breathing. Her heartbeat, rapid and thready, faltered once, raced, and then stuttered to a stop. The last of her thoughts and memories slammed into me like a blow to the solar plexus.
She had known from the beginning what Henri had been doing to me. She had known and had allowed him to continue. She had traded me willingly to my sadistic uncle for the drugs he had provided to her.
Kneeling by her body on her bed I began to sway. I didn’t know if it was her wasted soul, the force of my emotions, or the drugs in her blood, but I was overcome by exhaustion. I felt unable to move, though I wanted to be away from this corpse, away from this room, away from this house.
Gabriel wrapped me in his strong arms and lifted me off my mother’s bed. Cradling me against his chest he carried me from her room and down the stairs. Gratefully, I nestled into his embrace as we left the house. Before He had reached the street, I was asleep.
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